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3,900 | 89 | 14 | 595 | 668 | Amami cocked her head as she recalled the last time she'd tried to intervene in Bella being an obstacle. The repair bill on that incident had grown rather high...though it wasn't HER fault that she'd shot a gas line! Or that Bella had blown away half the house! After all, how could she have been thought to know that flammable gas was going through that line? It was just unreasonable, or at least she thought so. And people rarely argued with her outside the house, not that she realized it was because she carried guns everywhere. She thought it was just because she was that intelligent.
As for the imminent issue of breakfast, she holstered her gun in one fluid motion and held out her hands. "Give me the bag, Shuu-chan! I can cook, and you won't even all die!" Cooking wasn't really that difficult, and being that she'd lived alone before this cooking was something she could do. Of course, whether or not it lapsed into "good" was really unknown even to her, but she did know it was edible. After all, she reasoned, if she could cook for the house, then she could save herself a bigger portion, and that was a very appealing idea in her mind. | Name: Amami Yamamoto
Cliché: Anime Gunslinger
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Bound heavily by her sense of what is right and wrong to do with a gun. One of the chief amongst these, is to avoid killing, to prevent the negative stereotypes associated with firearms from spreading.With her guns, she is calm and assured, confident in her skills. She knows she can shoot better than anybody else, and will act like it. She is remarkably outgoing, willing to start a conversation with just about anyone, over anything. Though still incredibly outgoing, even without her guns, amongst friends and even many strangers, she'll instantly flip to being remarkably quiet and timid if someone she loves shows up.
Abilities: Impossible Accuracy and Reflexes with her firearms. |
3,901 | 89 | 15 | 993 | 1,646 | If one were to be like you to simply cook that, it'd probably be an endeavor even a baby would be able to perform. Isabella sighed after being scolded about being in the middle. She stood up and made the chair disappear with another snap of her fingers. "Fine. I'm in quite a good mood today, so I will not cause an scene today. As long as my mood remains good, that is." Isabella walked to where Shuu was, standing on her tiptoes to even look at the rice bag he was holding, before the girl with the guns snatched it away. Well, now that Shuu was free...
Isabella took the guy's sleeve and pulled on it, almost like a kid would to get their mother's attention. "Shuu boy, now that you are ridden from that burden, why don't you prepare my coffee? You can use this chance to prove others that you can be useful... from time to time." Isabella said to him, a small smile on her face. | Name: Isabella Meredith Ingrid
Cliché: Overpowered and old as hell loli with a foreign name that somehow knows japanese, and speaks it in a very ancient dialect.
Age: A lot thousands of years, probs around 9000 and something. It is better not to ask, though.
Gender: Female.
Personality: Isabella, or Bella, as she tells others to call her, behaves in an unusually pompous manner, as well as always seeming to have extreme finesse when dealing with anything, from eating to talking, she always minds her manners. Of course, even when she insults you, it will sound so refined you might not notice the insult at all. Either that, or you are too stupid to even get what she is trying to say. She also loves, absolutely so, to look down on others. Either you are worth her time, or you are just a plaything for her to toy with until she moves on to the next. She also seems to be extremely accustomed to have something waiting for her hand and foot, and will probably order anyone at hand to do her bidding. Isabella is also incredibly arrogant, and usually demands for people to call her lady, '-sama' or things of the like.
Isabella also sometimes seems aloof and distant, perhaps a bit too much. Her cold demeanor and always calm poker face do not usually express her feelings, so people some times have a hard time understanding when she is telling a joke or speaking seriously, even when small hints of a smile show in her lips from time to time. Still, there are some people that can actually make her seem mad, even if a little bit, usually people she's had to deal with for quite some time now. When she is in the mood for pulling pranks, she'll probably go to great extremes just to mess with someone. Also, don't call her hag, loli, flat or the three together, you'll probably end up with a lightning struck up your ass. Other things not to call her are: Adding '-chan' to her name, kid, short, any other nickname she did not come up with herself.
Abilities: Simply put, Isabella is a demon, and a really powerful one at that. She had lived for enough time to actually know that just doing bad things isn't fun, so she likes to lend her powers to the forces of good from time to time, and as long as they seem convincing enough. She has power over powerful and incredibly destructive dark spells, as well as forbidden spells that are unknown to the normal guys, as you can only cast them as a devil. It is said that one of her medium class spells can actually wipe out an entire city. She also has power over several familiars, one of them being a butler she usually summons when no one else will actually act on her whims, the familiar is powerful but isn't actually as powerful as her. |
3,902 | 89 | 16 | 2,007 | 1,761 | I can help!
The creature known as Sume-san chomped down on the blobfish again, as he trotted to follow the bag of rice. He didn't exactly need sustenance, he had fed during the night; but he was always glad to help his house-mates and he could always eat more. He jumped onto the kitchen counter and reached up to open an overhead cupboard.
"I'm sure we had a rice cooker somewhere..."
The blobfish slid all the way down his back and fell onto the tiled floor with a gooey splat.
"The embrace of the dark is gentle." It said, "Let it embrace your sorrows forever."
Sume-san hopped up to open another cupboard, the previous one being devoid of rice-cookers.
"Ah!" He said, "I found one!"
It was a little bit old, and the plug looked to be in bad shape, but it would probably work. He put the cooker into his mouth and jumped down onto his blobfish.
"Mmmm mmm mm" it said, it's mouth clamped down by Sume-san's feet.
Sume-san trotted over to Amami-chan.
"Here you go, Amami-chan!" He said, standing up on his hind legs to hand the rice cooker to the gunslinger. | "Life is a relentless torrent of filth and misery." – Blobfish
The shark is probably made by this guy but I’m not sure.
Nickame: Sume-san
Cliché/s: Part Killer Rabbit, Part Mentor Mascot, Part Sealed Evil in a Teddy Bear
Age: Something OVER 9000
Gender: Male, technically
Personality: He has a very upbeat personality, he is almost always happy and satisfied with life. He is also quick on the nibble when faced with new things, as he has a variety of nibble attacks he has honed over some amount of years. He takes pleasure in the small things of life and also enjoys surprising people with his presence.
He has a Blobfish which he always has with him. It’s always either on his head or in his mouth being nibbled and whenever you poke it, it says something dark.
They are both immortal. His skin is also quite smooth and is generally nice to touch, while his Blobfish is somewhat squishy and gross.
Powers:
He has a variety of nibbles he can use in combat ranging from fire nibbles to toxic nibbles and even smiting nibbles and armor piercing nibbles. The nibbles don’t do much damage if the enemy isn’t weak to it, but if they are it can do massive amounts of damage very fast. He will normally use these in combat, as his magic abilities are limited in his sealed form, but he can still use a wide variety of magic spells.
The magic spells he uses are all dark magics stemming from the usage of a ‘dark soul’. Using these magics frays the attachment his soul has with his body, which is also a dark soul. This can be alleviated somewhat by using other dark souls which he stores in his Blobfish. His magical abilities are however, limited by his body. While in his sand-shark body he cannot use his dark soul very well because the sand-shark isn’t suited to it. However, he has mastered a skill to externalize his soul which allows him to temporarily unleash his full power but it puts an extreme strain on the bond between his body and soul.
He was sealed into the sand-shark and his original body was destroyed, so if his soul is severed from his body he will be sent to hell. |
3,903 | 89 | 17 | 1,760 | 416 | There's no need for that. A voice said in reply to the idea of getting a rice cooker. "Not while I'm around, at least." The voice added.
"In fact, there's something which I'd really like you friends to try out for me." The voice spoke once again. Whoever it was had put emphasis on the word 'friends' as though they were trying to feign sincerity; it wasn't very convincing.
From under the table crawled out Vernon Thorton Winslow, tinkerer extraordinaire and untrustworthy fiend around other human beings. As always, he was dressed as if he was going outside in the snow, yet for some reason he never seemed to overheat from it. Just why was he under the table anyway? And what had he seen under there? He presented this new invention of his before the others would ask either of those questions. Still on the ground, he dug into his pocket and pulled out some sort of chrome coloured cube with a single, blue button on one of its sides. Vernon stood up, and slammed the cube on the table.
"I'm sure you're all wondering what it does... Naturally." He pressed the blue button, and with an distinct click, the cube began to shake. Vernon took a few steps backwards, bracing himself for the almost-inevitable explosion that would follow. But it didn't.
Instead, a slot opened up in the invention, and out came a single piece of buttered toast. Vernon was surprised, although he didn't show it in order to maintain his illusion of expectancy.
"It makes toast." He announced triumphantly. "Infinitely."
"And all of you get the privilege, the opportunity, the entitlement to be the first test subjec-I mean taste testers of this revolutionary invention: The T0@ST3R! Patent pending." He stood, awaiting the response of the group. | What? It's completely safe; I created it after all.
Vernon Thorton Winslow
Cliché:
Sneaky Teenage Genius with a penchant for insults and inventing...most of the time.
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Vernon sits upon a throne of machines and inventions of his own design...until they explode or backfire. Highly intelligent for his age with an IQ of at least 300 (He claims), Vernon is normally the brains of the group - especially so when it comes to the scientific and the mechanical. This gives him a sense of justified arrogance, something which he commonly exercises by constantly poking holes in the plans of the other members of the group. He's quite the snarker, and in an extremely blunt way.
He has a tendency to appear at inopportune moments or places to present a new invention of his design to the group. Naturally, he enjoys 'testing' his inventions on his friends, whether they're willing or not. His desire to experiment with his creations tends to bring trouble for the rest of the group and sometimes himself, although he normally manages to fix whatever he's ruined...mostly.
For some reason, he always appears to be dressed as if it were cold. There's no real explanation for that. It's probably some sort of odd quirk.
Abilities:
Disappearing/Reappearing
Not necessarily an ability. Vernon is seemingly well-versed in leaving and returning without people actually noticing. For some, it's surpising and slightly annoying. For others, it's a common occurrence and they've stopped caring for when he does it.
Inventing
Vernon has the uncanny ability to invent seemingly anything. A lie detector? He'll have it done within the hour. Teleporter? He did it last week. Of course, there's no guarantee that these inventions of his will actually work, and at times they prove to be quite counter-productive to the efforts of his friends, something which he actually takes a sadistic glee from, occasionally.
Aside from this, Vernon isn't all that special. |
3,904 | 89 | 18 | 595 | 668 | Amami bent down slightly and accepted the rice cooker, saying "Arigatou, Sume-chan." Looking it over for a moment, it was then when Vernon came out from under the table. Had...he been there a moment ago? Amami was fairly certain that he hadn't been, but with his crazy inventions he may've been in Norway a moment ago for all she knew. And then came the pressing of the button, with Amami immediately placing her body between Mishi, the one she was most worried about, and the device while her free hand trained a pistol on the invention. She sighed with relief when, instead of blowing up, a piece of toast popped out. However, something about this gave her a bad vibe, most likely the fact that just because it hadn't blown up, didn't mean it hadn't produced irradiated toast or something. "Uhhh...Vern-chan....what did you use to make this machine?"
She still couldn't remember what had happened last time she'd eaten something from one of Vernon's inventions, but she was told that she'd acted like a completely different person for the next week. To this day, she didn't dare ask what they meant, for fear it was something embarrassing. She shook her head to get the potential images of what she may have done out of her head, and eyed the toast warily. This could be some elaborate trap, or something worse, just a mistake! It was better when Vernon "messed up" intentionally because that meant, at least, the odds of there being permanent damage were minimal. But in the, not uncommon, event of a malfunction....well, more than a few times she'd had to shoot out wires from across the room, to the point that she'd begun to view Vernon almost like a trainer. | Name: Amami Yamamoto
Cliché: Anime Gunslinger
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Bound heavily by her sense of what is right and wrong to do with a gun. One of the chief amongst these, is to avoid killing, to prevent the negative stereotypes associated with firearms from spreading.With her guns, she is calm and assured, confident in her skills. She knows she can shoot better than anybody else, and will act like it. She is remarkably outgoing, willing to start a conversation with just about anyone, over anything. Though still incredibly outgoing, even without her guns, amongst friends and even many strangers, she'll instantly flip to being remarkably quiet and timid if someone she loves shows up.
Abilities: Impossible Accuracy and Reflexes with her firearms. |
3,905 | 89 | 19 | 585 | 754 | Mishi
Mishi flinched a tad bit at the appearance of Vernon from underneath the table. She was wary of whatever he was trying to sell them on as she was with most of his inventions. The moment he reached to press the button on the cube, Mishi covered her head and faced away from the possible explosion. Yet, when no explosion came, she uncovered herself and looked out. That was when she realized that Amami was in front of her as if to block the explosion from harming her. Mishi moved from behind Amami and looked at what the invention had made, if anything. Oddly enough, there was a perfectly cooked piece of toast on the table.
"Toast? Is it even safe to it?" Mishi asked warily as she went to a drawer. After a few minutes of rummaging about through the drawer, Mishi found what she was looking for. The two foot long tongs she had grabbed were sufficient enough in the pursuit of grabbing the toast off the table. Mishi picked the toast up off of the table with the tongs and continued to set it on a paper plate. "It.. certainly looks edible but I don't really trust it. After all, it came from something you made Vern." said Mishi as she placed the paper plate on the table. | Mishi Inabari
"They talk to me, the dead, ya' know."
Cliché: The Girl who can See and Talk to Spirits. As she calls it, "I see dead people and they happen to talk to me."
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Personality: Mishi is best described as a bookworm and a recluse. People have never been her thing but books, books have always been her friends. Sometimes Mishi will try and make friends but this usually ends with her words flopping out of her mouth like a magikarp would splash about in the rain. Oddly enough, the failings of making friends has actually made her more friends than she has ever thought it would. Mishi prefers to not tell people that she can see and talk to dead people. Though, sometimes a person might just wonder in on her as she is talking with a spirit and she just fumbles her words up so badly that they walk away wondering what just happened. Mishi is known to love nature and by such has a garden where she grows plants ranging from roses to potatos. Whenever anybody moves to even touch her garden, Mishi gets very protective and will threaten the person with horrible atrocities of torture if they ever come near it again.
Abilities: Mishi can see and talk to the spirits of those who have died. |
3,906 | 89 | 20 | 152 | 152 | Shuu
Shuu was happy to let Amami take over, despite being so dedicated to cooking a grand breakfast beforehand. He sighed in relief, as he trusted her cooking skills. When Sume-san came upon the rice cooker, he blinked in confusion. How long had that thing been up there? Months? Years? Generations? He couldn't even remember a time where he had actually used it. Maybe someone else in the house had. Atasuke was pretty independent. Mishi was like a silent fart, Shuu figured, sneaky and deadly. Haruko might have used it before. There was no way Hajime did.
Isabella's small hand tugging his sleeve brought him back from his thoughts. "Bella-chan," Shuu pouted, "coffee now?" How was he to make that? And Bella's face, however devious it was, was just too cute. No. This would be easy. What was he worrying about? Shuu opened a low cabinet and took out a large coffee can, blowing away dust gathered on top. "Okay, coffee... Now, water," he mumbled to himself, as he took the entire can to the sink and started filling it up. Behind him, he heard Vernon's voice. He looked back at him with an encouraging smile, as the overly-dressed boy put his device onto the table.
As the device started to shake, Shuu realized the water-coffee mix was overflowing from the can. He quickly turned off the tap. Okay, so now what do I do? He clicked his tongue. Ah! It has to be warm. This time he knew a spell that would work. "Ignir, shamela!" As the perfectly buttered toast popped up from the toaster, the can burst into flames.
Shuu screamed like a girl, jumping into Kei's arms. | "My family and friends mean everything to me!"
Shuu Nakajima
Extremely dedicated and sentimental leader that often makes the wrong decions.
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Personality:
Shuu is pretty much the "daddy" of the group. Whenever there's conflict, he tries to step up and solve it, even if his efforts may put the group into deeper trouble. He's the one who attempts to lead, all the while lacking most of the qualities that are required of a good leader. He drinks too much, molests almost everyone regardless of his sexuality, throws himself into risky situations, and often makes heartfelt speeches that are completely unrelated to the topic at hand. He's not a great person to go to for advice, as his advice is usually harmful and ridiculous.
Even with all his faults, Shuu loves his companions to death, and would do anything for them. He takes responsibility, for not only himself but also for the actions of the group. And with all the problems he's caused, he means well.
Abilities:
Shuu is not one for physical fighting. He combats with magic and spells from his spellbook. His power has steadily increased throughout the span of his life, and he's mastered too many spells to count, but his memory isn't perfect. Shuu occasionally forgets spells. There are many he still does not know. Despite that, there's no doubt he can hold his own in a fight against a formidable opponent. |
3,907 | 89 | 21 | 343 | 306 | For the most part, Atasuke wasn't able to hear the commotion going on down the hall. Rather, he was too busy focusing on getting his now finished paperwork into a folder, shuffling the stack of files calmly before placing them into his briefcase. Most mornings went by like this one. He got up early, went downstairs at four o'clock, made himself a cup of coffee, went back up stairs, did a little bit of paperwork before getting dressed. Some of the others thought he was a bit obsessed about organization, despite him protesting that it was proper to have a routine.
The clock struck seven as he left his office-like bedroom, giving out a quiet ring as Atasuke fumbled with his tie, before shoving an MP3 player into one of his overcoat's pockets. Sauntering down the hall, the voices of his fellow tenants seemed to be getting louder, gradually overtaking the music that was blaring into his ear, and causing him to quicken his pace as to not keep them waiting any longer. Finally, he emerged in the kitchen doorway, examining the scene before him with quizzical eyes; what happened next made him smile.
A large mechanical device was on the table, pulsating softly as a slice of buttered toast lay atop of it.
"Yoshi!" He exclaimed, his teeth barring a rictus grin as he smoothed back his hair. "A new toaster! And here I thought that there was a fire with all the yelling."
He took a step forward, plucking the toasted slice of bread off the paper plate.
"Itadakimasu." He said gratefully, raising the food to his mouth and giving it a solid munch.
"Delicious." Atasuke chuckled, wiping a crumb from his lower lip. "Anyhow, I'm going to be late for work at this rate, so I better get going!"
He placed the slice between his teeth, poising himself to dash out the door until his phone beeped suddenly.
Pausing, he reached into his pocket and withdrew the cellular device, quickly flipping the front up.
His eyes widened.
His heart stopped.
A bead of sweat trickled down his face.
The blue light from the phone enveloped his face in a sapphire hue, and the office worker couldn't help but stutter in disbelief at the message on the screen.
"A-a day off?" He mumbled, his voice sounding muffled. "Company holiday?"
With a sigh, he flipped down his phone and placed it back into his pocket.
This had never happened before. Meaning that he was stuck here for today; would he have to socialize? The thought of being near these Demi-gods terrified him. He was just a normal man!
Wait.
He sniffed the air.
"Is something burning?" | Character Sheet
"Does anyone have a lighter?"
Name:
Atasuke Yoshizaki
Cliché:
Chain Smoking, Sake Drinking, Salary Man On The Edge of A Mental Breakdown
Age:
Too Old For This Shit.
(Idk man, like 30.)
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Are you implying he doesn't?
What the fuck did you just fucking say about him, you little bitch? I’ll have you know he graduated top of his class in Highschool, and he's been involved in numerous secret powerpoint presentations with the Board of Directors, and has have over 300 confirmed overtime office hours. He is trained in office warfare and he's the employee of the month -every- month in the entire desk jockey league. You are nothing to him but just another consumer. He will file the fuck out of 21-B forms with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth. Mark his fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to him over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak he is contacting his secret network of clients across Japan and your financial portfolio is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your social security. You’re fucking broke, kid. He can be anywhere, anytime, and he can decline your loan in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with his stapler. Not only is he extensively trained in sticky note combat, but he has access to the entire office supply closet of the (GENERIC CORPORATION GOES HERE) and will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable credit score off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy bankruptcy your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. He will shit whiteout all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
Abilities:
This man can beat anyone in a drinking contest, socially out-smoke the toughest Frenchman with his lungs of iron, and type up the monthly expenditure report faster than you can say, "Can you-."
He also knows the long lost art of "Office Warfare," which mainly consists of using common workplace items as weapons.
(Idk man, he'll shank you with a ballpoint pen.) |
3,908 | 89 | 22 | 397 | 2,221 | Koneko
With all of the commotion going on beneath him, Koneko soon forgot about his little fight with Shuu over his right to sleep on top of the fridge. With that forgot, Koneko didn't have anything to do, and a bored kitty is a mad kitty. So in order to occupy himself, he decided to play with the magical bread maker that Vernon had brought. Jumping down to the ground, he crept up to the bread maker like a fierce lion stalking it's pray. Once he got close enough, he quickly batted it with his hand. When he did, a piece of toasted bread shot out of it and hit the ceiling. Seeing this, Koneko's eyes widened. He then proceeded to rapidly bat at the toasted bread maker, a piece of toasted bread shooting up the ceiling every time he hit it.
Also, something may or not have been on fire. Koneko was a little to occupied to care | Name: Koneko Hige
Cliché: Cat person
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality: He's a cat...no really, that can sum him up pretty well. He loves fish, milk, sunbathing, being lazy, getting petted and positive attention in general. He is a very curious boy, so he sometimes finds himself in rather odd situations. Despite his cat based personality, he does actualy care about other people. Also, after an incident involving quite a lot of very large slices of bread, he's wary around wheat based products in general
Abilities: Has excellent night vision, as well as an equally excellent sense of smell and sound. He also posses extreme agility, reflexes, and flexibility. He also has the ability to create razor sharp chakra claws on his fingers |
3,909 | 89 | 23 | 595 | 668 | Amami watched, in dumb-founded silence, as the world seemingly unfolded before her. Atasuke walked in, bellowed about a toaster, and...ate the toast from the machine. Amami waited quietly, expecting the man to collapse to the ground requiring medical attention, but it never happened. He left the room, but then her nose perked up. Was that...the smell of fire? She looked over and, sure enough, there was a coffee can on fire. Now, having access to basic knowledge, she was well aware that fire was bad. Having access to more than average knowledge of physics, after all letting bullets ricochet around willy-nilly without calculation wasn't wise. So, she whipped out her pistol, and fired a shot.
The bullet lanced out, bounced off the wall, whiffing over the can and knocking it to the ground. As it tumbled down, she fire a second shot that winged the sink, turning it on and sending water flying at the can, she twirled the gun around her finger, then blew on the barrel, sending the gunsmoke away. She then slid her gun into the holster and, once the fire was out, walked up and flipped the sink off, the new chip in it..and the new bullet hole in the wall notwithstanding. She then sat the rice cooker on the cabinet and plugged it in, humming slightly as she said "I'll cook anyway if you'd like, Shuu-chan." | Name: Amami Yamamoto
Cliché: Anime Gunslinger
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Bound heavily by her sense of what is right and wrong to do with a gun. One of the chief amongst these, is to avoid killing, to prevent the negative stereotypes associated with firearms from spreading.With her guns, she is calm and assured, confident in her skills. She knows she can shoot better than anybody else, and will act like it. She is remarkably outgoing, willing to start a conversation with just about anyone, over anything. Though still incredibly outgoing, even without her guns, amongst friends and even many strangers, she'll instantly flip to being remarkably quiet and timid if someone she loves shows up.
Abilities: Impossible Accuracy and Reflexes with her firearms. |
3,910 | 89 | 24 | 993 | 1,646 | Isabella kind of stopped thinking about everything after hearing what Shuu called her. "Bella..... chan? Do I... look like a 'chan' to you, mongrel? It is 'sama', you brainless human." Isabella started floating, and even though Shuu was already scared witless about the fire he himself had started, Isabella couldn't have him thinking he'd get away with calling her something as disrespectful as 'chan'. "Fufufu.... Fufufu...." She laughed, in quite a creepy way, before her red eyes started glowing and she glared at Shuu and Kei. "Humans never learn. I will show you true fear once more. I don't even need my butler to scatter your innards all across the room." She moved her hand, and it was followed by a trail of dark energy.
Of course, she didn't count that the other girl with the guns would actually shoot at the can of coffee standing over the fire. It would not be long until it hit, so why not dump the fault on something else for what she was about to do? It'd probably be the best. "Mongrels who do not know how to treat royalty. You can repent in hell!" Isabella muttered under her breath, before sending magic over to the can right before the bullet hit it, or she thought. She didn't take into account that the girl would actually pull an stunt like that, or that she was even capable to do so. The bullet landed safely in the wall and didn't explode as planned. "Ah."
And it only pissed her off more. She changed the target of her anger to the new machine of the inventor boy. His inventions had gone wrong countless times now, one exploding now wouldn't be too much of a mystery. Using her magic, she prepared everything to make it explode. Now, she only had to wait for the next one to come and try to get something from it. | Name: Isabella Meredith Ingrid
Cliché: Overpowered and old as hell loli with a foreign name that somehow knows japanese, and speaks it in a very ancient dialect.
Age: A lot thousands of years, probs around 9000 and something. It is better not to ask, though.
Gender: Female.
Personality: Isabella, or Bella, as she tells others to call her, behaves in an unusually pompous manner, as well as always seeming to have extreme finesse when dealing with anything, from eating to talking, she always minds her manners. Of course, even when she insults you, it will sound so refined you might not notice the insult at all. Either that, or you are too stupid to even get what she is trying to say. She also loves, absolutely so, to look down on others. Either you are worth her time, or you are just a plaything for her to toy with until she moves on to the next. She also seems to be extremely accustomed to have something waiting for her hand and foot, and will probably order anyone at hand to do her bidding. Isabella is also incredibly arrogant, and usually demands for people to call her lady, '-sama' or things of the like.
Isabella also sometimes seems aloof and distant, perhaps a bit too much. Her cold demeanor and always calm poker face do not usually express her feelings, so people some times have a hard time understanding when she is telling a joke or speaking seriously, even when small hints of a smile show in her lips from time to time. Still, there are some people that can actually make her seem mad, even if a little bit, usually people she's had to deal with for quite some time now. When she is in the mood for pulling pranks, she'll probably go to great extremes just to mess with someone. Also, don't call her hag, loli, flat or the three together, you'll probably end up with a lightning struck up your ass. Other things not to call her are: Adding '-chan' to her name, kid, short, any other nickname she did not come up with herself.
Abilities: Simply put, Isabella is a demon, and a really powerful one at that. She had lived for enough time to actually know that just doing bad things isn't fun, so she likes to lend her powers to the forces of good from time to time, and as long as they seem convincing enough. She has power over powerful and incredibly destructive dark spells, as well as forbidden spells that are unknown to the normal guys, as you can only cast them as a devil. It is said that one of her medium class spells can actually wipe out an entire city. She also has power over several familiars, one of them being a butler she usually summons when no one else will actually act on her whims, the familiar is powerful but isn't actually as powerful as her. |
3,911 | 89 | 25 | 2,007 | 1,761 | Toast!
Sume-san grabbed his blobfish and plonked him onto his head as he plodded meaningfully over to the new toaster Vernon-san had made, which Koneko-kun was currently in the middle of exploiting. But suddenly, he sensed a surge of dangerous power. He turned to his left to see Bella-san leering evilly as she prepared some kind of spell.
"Oh no! Koneko-kun is in trouble!"
He rushed as fast as his small legs would allow him to, over to the small table the toaster was situated on. He plunged his jaws into the wood, and prepared to heave!
"Strong nibble!" He said, heaving the table upwards and flipping it over his head, Koneko-san and the toaster sailing through the air, before releasing the table hurtling towards Bella-san.
He felt a bolt of energy being released and he saw it collide with the table causing a large boom! as the wood shattered into splinters. | "Life is a relentless torrent of filth and misery." – Blobfish
The shark is probably made by this guy but I’m not sure.
Nickame: Sume-san
Cliché/s: Part Killer Rabbit, Part Mentor Mascot, Part Sealed Evil in a Teddy Bear
Age: Something OVER 9000
Gender: Male, technically
Personality: He has a very upbeat personality, he is almost always happy and satisfied with life. He is also quick on the nibble when faced with new things, as he has a variety of nibble attacks he has honed over some amount of years. He takes pleasure in the small things of life and also enjoys surprising people with his presence.
He has a Blobfish which he always has with him. It’s always either on his head or in his mouth being nibbled and whenever you poke it, it says something dark.
They are both immortal. His skin is also quite smooth and is generally nice to touch, while his Blobfish is somewhat squishy and gross.
Powers:
He has a variety of nibbles he can use in combat ranging from fire nibbles to toxic nibbles and even smiting nibbles and armor piercing nibbles. The nibbles don’t do much damage if the enemy isn’t weak to it, but if they are it can do massive amounts of damage very fast. He will normally use these in combat, as his magic abilities are limited in his sealed form, but he can still use a wide variety of magic spells.
The magic spells he uses are all dark magics stemming from the usage of a ‘dark soul’. Using these magics frays the attachment his soul has with his body, which is also a dark soul. This can be alleviated somewhat by using other dark souls which he stores in his Blobfish. His magical abilities are however, limited by his body. While in his sand-shark body he cannot use his dark soul very well because the sand-shark isn’t suited to it. However, he has mastered a skill to externalize his soul which allows him to temporarily unleash his full power but it puts an extreme strain on the bond between his body and soul.
He was sealed into the sand-shark and his original body was destroyed, so if his soul is severed from his body he will be sent to hell. |
3,912 | 89 | 26 | 343 | 306 | You people are out of control! Atasuke growled, ducking a shard of wood that slammed into the wall behind him. "The more damage you cause, the more difficult it will become to pay rent!"
The house had gone from being quiet to a war zone in less than thirty seconds. That had to be a new record. His first day off and already he has to try and unfuck things; he was not a happy camper. Flinging off his overcoat, he desperately looked around for something that could put out the fire.
Salvation came in the form of a bucket of water, which was conveniently located directly next to the stairs when it had been brought down from the time the ceiling still leaked.
He clutched it, tossing the water over the fire, aiming to extinguish it with no regard as to who got soaked.
"Enough is enough!" | Character Sheet
"Does anyone have a lighter?"
Name:
Atasuke Yoshizaki
Cliché:
Chain Smoking, Sake Drinking, Salary Man On The Edge of A Mental Breakdown
Age:
Too Old For This Shit.
(Idk man, like 30.)
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Are you implying he doesn't?
What the fuck did you just fucking say about him, you little bitch? I’ll have you know he graduated top of his class in Highschool, and he's been involved in numerous secret powerpoint presentations with the Board of Directors, and has have over 300 confirmed overtime office hours. He is trained in office warfare and he's the employee of the month -every- month in the entire desk jockey league. You are nothing to him but just another consumer. He will file the fuck out of 21-B forms with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth. Mark his fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to him over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak he is contacting his secret network of clients across Japan and your financial portfolio is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your social security. You’re fucking broke, kid. He can be anywhere, anytime, and he can decline your loan in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with his stapler. Not only is he extensively trained in sticky note combat, but he has access to the entire office supply closet of the (GENERIC CORPORATION GOES HERE) and will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable credit score off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy bankruptcy your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. He will shit whiteout all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
Abilities:
This man can beat anyone in a drinking contest, socially out-smoke the toughest Frenchman with his lungs of iron, and type up the monthly expenditure report faster than you can say, "Can you-."
He also knows the long lost art of "Office Warfare," which mainly consists of using common workplace items as weapons.
(Idk man, he'll shank you with a ballpoint pen.) |
3,913 | 89 | 27 | 725 | 57 | Hajime
Sometimes, the greatest pass time in this nuthouse was to simply watch events unfold. Hajime was certainly entertained as he watched Shuu burn his coffee, Koneko shooting toast into the air ritualistically, Anami's rather impressive method of putting out the coffee fire (but not as impressive as Hajime was), and Isabella's little failure/temper tantrum. Sume's antics with the table were just the icing on the cake. The oddest thing might've been that Vernon's toast machine didn't explode of it's own accord.
"Atasuke's right, you guys all need to chill out. Just like me." For all that was going on, Hajime was pretty calm. Of course, the others weren't such muscular bulwarks that they could hope to be unharmed in the event of more explosions and hijinks, so maybe they had to give them a little slack for all this.
"So, was the point of us all coming down here to engage in wacky hijinks? Cause I think I remember something about a roll call before the rice and the coffee...." Hajime figured he was probably the only person that remembered that they were all called down here. He was just so great like that. | Name: Hajime Itosu
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Cliché: Arrogant Kung Fu Guy “Arrogant infers I’m wrong. I’m not wrong, I’m just awesome.”
Age: 19
Gender: Male “But not just a man, I’m THE man!”
Personality:
-Hajime’s is the ego that will pierce the heavens. He is so certain of his superiority in his chosen lifestyle he sometimes believes that the gods gave him a mandate to engage in martial arts. “It’s true. How else could anyone explain my brilliance?”
-Hajime NEVER misses an opportunity to talk about how great he is. If he can work something about his skills into a conversation, he will. Without fail. “Especially since failure is a foreign concept to me. I’m just that great.”
-Hajime is also a religious exerciser, and trains in every spare moment he has. “I don’t actually need to do this, but I do it anyway. Because I can.”
-Of course, Hajime’s super powered ego actually stems from a long life of parental and social pressure and a crippling desire to be recognised as the greatest. You should feel sorry for him. “But don’t. I’m awesome, and you should envy me. This has nothing to do with the fact my dad told me the day people start pitying me is the day I’ve failed as a human being.”
-And deep down below all the ego and the bragging and braying, Hajime is really a nice guy with a heart of gold. Really deep down. Really. Honest. “I’ve always been a nice guy. Surely it’s only the decent thing to do to make sure everyone understands that I’m so great?”
Abilities:
-Superhuman physical feats: Due to his excessive training, Hajime has surpassed regular human strength and endurance. He can punch holes in solid walls and leap great distances. “All in a day’s work.”
-Shockwave attacks: As part of his superhuman feats, Hajime can cause shockwaves with his attacks that act as improvised ranged attacks. (Think Demong Fang from the Tales series, just without a sword) “Don’t tell me it’s not physically possible! My awesomeness transcends human limitations!” |
3,914 | 89 | 28 | 1,760 | 416 | Vernon
Amidst a flying/exploding table, a fire which was quickly doused the old fashioned way whilst there were several shouts and screams, Vernon put on his ski goggles. It'd protect his eyes from all the crap that was flying around, like the wood debris from the table that was now in pieces. On the bright side, his invention had proven to be an unqualified success, and didn't follow with an explosion so far. At the same time, Vernon had been quite disappointed with the results; there didn't appear to be any adverse effects to eating the toast from the machine, something which he would have gotten some sort of kick out of. Without a table for it to rest on, the machine dropped to the ground. Vernon considered picking it up, but that would interrupt the situation at hand. At least one of the many pieces of toast it made had to be tainted somehow, and it was only a matter of time before someone found it.
Ignoring his creation for the time being, Vernon turned to the first and only test subject taste tester of the T0@ST3R's unrivalled buttered toast; Akatsuke.
"How was the toast?" Vernon asked with a smile which attempted obscure his disappointment.
"No nausea? Internal bleeding? Not even an existential crisis?" | What? It's completely safe; I created it after all.
Vernon Thorton Winslow
Cliché:
Sneaky Teenage Genius with a penchant for insults and inventing...most of the time.
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Vernon sits upon a throne of machines and inventions of his own design...until they explode or backfire. Highly intelligent for his age with an IQ of at least 300 (He claims), Vernon is normally the brains of the group - especially so when it comes to the scientific and the mechanical. This gives him a sense of justified arrogance, something which he commonly exercises by constantly poking holes in the plans of the other members of the group. He's quite the snarker, and in an extremely blunt way.
He has a tendency to appear at inopportune moments or places to present a new invention of his design to the group. Naturally, he enjoys 'testing' his inventions on his friends, whether they're willing or not. His desire to experiment with his creations tends to bring trouble for the rest of the group and sometimes himself, although he normally manages to fix whatever he's ruined...mostly.
For some reason, he always appears to be dressed as if it were cold. There's no real explanation for that. It's probably some sort of odd quirk.
Abilities:
Disappearing/Reappearing
Not necessarily an ability. Vernon is seemingly well-versed in leaving and returning without people actually noticing. For some, it's surpising and slightly annoying. For others, it's a common occurrence and they've stopped caring for when he does it.
Inventing
Vernon has the uncanny ability to invent seemingly anything. A lie detector? He'll have it done within the hour. Teleporter? He did it last week. Of course, there's no guarantee that these inventions of his will actually work, and at times they prove to be quite counter-productive to the efforts of his friends, something which he actually takes a sadistic glee from, occasionally.
Aside from this, Vernon isn't all that special. |
3,915 | 89 | 29 | 792 | 4,390 | Several things were happening all in quick, rapid succession and each one served only to give Kei headaches; it was already bad enough that the supposed adult had no idea how to cook the basic of the basic, but add to that people shouting, people shooting, and people setting things on fire and it rocketed up from 'bad' to 'this has to be a joke'. And if that wasn't bad enough, Kei was holding, not by choice of course, Shuu in her arms, cradling him like she was carrying him out of a burning building. Which was quite possibly the case, were the fire not attended to.
And then there was the bit with the table.
Kei made a split second decision once the table was flipped, once things were flying about, and once water was being flung through the air, and that decision was to simply shriek out in annoyance and stomp out of the kitchen; it was a madhouse in there and she was not going to be committed so early in the morning. Not in her pajamas.
As she re-entered the hallway, she realized that her walk was...slower. And then she remembered she was still holding onto Shuu.
"Ohhhh," she mused, "Wait, that's not right...how would an adult react...Oh!"
Kei cleared her throat.
"YOU PERVERT!" she shouted, letting her grip go and dropping Shuu to the floor. Kei marched off towards her room. She would come out when she smelled breakfast.
Or the smoke of the house burning down. Whichever came first. | Blah Blah, Something-Something Power, Blah Blah, Look can we move this along, you're not the one about to take their clothes off.
Kei Shirane
Cliché: The Magical Girl Who Grew Up
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Personality There was once a time when Kei Shirane was a bright, cheerful, and eager girl who just so happened to be part of a trio of young girls tasked with using magical abilities to combat otherworldly threats. In those days, Shirane was known as 'Shiro' because she had the white outfit - she always wanted to be Kuro and never got over that. But those days are long gone, and what they don't tell you when you first become a magical girl is that they expect you to keep donning the costume and spouting the lines until the next generation comes along. In Kei's case, the next generation never came along and now into adulthood she finds herself loathing the fact that she's technically still active as a magical girl. Kuro and Ao, her partners in magic, figured out how to lose their abilities but are not allowed, by some Code, to tell Kei - and she's still angry about that.
Kei knows that she has a responsibility, but it's gotten to the point where it's interfering with her trying to lead a grown up, adult life. As such, Kei is rather bitter in the home life and is always the most apathetic whenever something comes along to rally a group for action; because she knows that she's going to have to put on the outfit, a process that stopped being cute when she grew older. She's always trying to wiggle her way out of dealing with problems, often by pleading or trying to make bargains or gambles that never seem to work. It's with a reluctant sigh that she responds to troubles.
When she DOES don the outfit, her personality changes completely. Instead of the lazy, annoyed Kei she becomes the dazzling, vibrant, excited, energetic Shiro, speaking in an energetic voice, sparkles and glitter seem to just surround her, it's like she becomes a different person.
Abilities: As Shiro she is granted the use of magical abilities through the use of he scepter, which takes the form of a thin blade or a bow with which to shoot off her magical abilities. Because she was Shiro and not Ao, who had the use of water based abilities, or Kuro, who used dark magicks for the good of everyone, Shiro's abilities are light based. She doesn't control light, the energy/magic she uses just takes the form of strong beams of light; she's not even sure if they are effective against dark creatures, most fodder enemies she faced always seemed to take one shot from either of them anyway. The abilities she uses most often are:
Shiro-Shiro Shooting!: Shiro shoots a beam of light from her scepter-bow at an opponent, or several smaller beams in quick succession.
Shiro-Shiro Slashing!: Shiro puts light into her scepter-sabre and uses it as a sword, mostly used against groups of grunts or in duels.
Shiro-Shiro Shielding!: Shiro shields herself with a small front-facing shield of light. Enough force or a combined effort is more than enough to break the shield.
Shiro-Shiro Super Special Secret Strong Shot!: Actually not an attack, but sometimes enemies got intimidated and ran away when she said she was using this move. It's a bluff more than anything. |
3,916 | 89 | 30 | 343 | 306 | The chaos had stopped as quickly as it started. Kei left the room in annoyance (with Shuu in her arms for some reason), and everyone else opted to stand there in a prolonged awkward silence. Atasuke could only sigh, placing both of his hands against his head, massaging his temples in an effort to cease the roaring headache that flared up when debris started flying. A few moments later, after the fire had been put out, he crossed his arms, nodding in appreciation that Hajime shared his sentiment. With Vernon trying to get his attention, however, the salaryman could only shake his head when asked about any side effects.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Vernon-kun." He chuckled, knowing fully well that the youthful inventor was always trying to stir something up.
Returning his gaze back to the floor, he couldn't help but grimace at the mess the fight had made; there was always work that needed to be done, despite whatever 'vacation' the company gave him.
"Everyone," He began, pointing to the mess. "Why don't you find something else to do while I clean this up? I'll make us all something wonderful to eat, something that isn't poisonous, alive, whatever. It was I who picked up the groceries yesterday; they're in the pantry."
He turned to the closet, flinging it up and retrieving a mop and various other cleaning equipment.
"After this, we'll have some steamed rice with broiled fish, tamagoyaki on the side with some fermented soybeans."
He flashed everyone a large smile.
"I'll call everyone down in about an hour or so. Since the table is destroyed, breakfast will served on the balcony upstairs."
Atasuke then retrieved some rubber gloves and an apron, before rolling up his sleeves and beginning to mop up the floor. | Character Sheet
"Does anyone have a lighter?"
Name:
Atasuke Yoshizaki
Cliché:
Chain Smoking, Sake Drinking, Salary Man On The Edge of A Mental Breakdown
Age:
Too Old For This Shit.
(Idk man, like 30.)
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Are you implying he doesn't?
What the fuck did you just fucking say about him, you little bitch? I’ll have you know he graduated top of his class in Highschool, and he's been involved in numerous secret powerpoint presentations with the Board of Directors, and has have over 300 confirmed overtime office hours. He is trained in office warfare and he's the employee of the month -every- month in the entire desk jockey league. You are nothing to him but just another consumer. He will file the fuck out of 21-B forms with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth. Mark his fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to him over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak he is contacting his secret network of clients across Japan and your financial portfolio is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your social security. You’re fucking broke, kid. He can be anywhere, anytime, and he can decline your loan in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with his stapler. Not only is he extensively trained in sticky note combat, but he has access to the entire office supply closet of the (GENERIC CORPORATION GOES HERE) and will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable credit score off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy bankruptcy your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. He will shit whiteout all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
Abilities:
This man can beat anyone in a drinking contest, socially out-smoke the toughest Frenchman with his lungs of iron, and type up the monthly expenditure report faster than you can say, "Can you-."
He also knows the long lost art of "Office Warfare," which mainly consists of using common workplace items as weapons.
(Idk man, he'll shank you with a ballpoint pen.) |
3,917 | 89 | 31 | 595 | 668 | Amami, after watching Atasuke get ready to start cleaning up, decided to help him out. For her part, she grabbed a broom and dustpan to begin sweeping up the table. "Sorry, Atasuke-san, I helped make this mess so I'll help clean it up. Its only fair." A gunslinger of her caliber had to fix their own problems, and this was one of them. After all, at least part of this was because of her firing her guns inside. On that note, she grimaced slightly at the bullet holes in the wall. Those would be a pain to patch, insulation and all, but it'd have to be done. At this rate, she'd have to get a part-time job to help pay for it. Of course, Amami had never held a part-time job, so she wasn't sure how she'd handle it.
Shaking this train of thought out of her head, she redoubled her efforts. The wood was proving difficult to sweep up, as the chunks varied in size and shape, so getting all of it required concentration. One particularly stubborn piece really upset her, as it kept bouncing around every time she tried to move it. As she grew more and more frustrated, a vein in her forehead began to pulse and her face turned red. This stupid piece of wood! Why wouldn't it get in the darn dust pan?! She huffed slightly and moved on, but she wasn't ready to give up on that wood yet.... | Name: Amami Yamamoto
Cliché: Anime Gunslinger
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Bound heavily by her sense of what is right and wrong to do with a gun. One of the chief amongst these, is to avoid killing, to prevent the negative stereotypes associated with firearms from spreading.With her guns, she is calm and assured, confident in her skills. She knows she can shoot better than anybody else, and will act like it. She is remarkably outgoing, willing to start a conversation with just about anyone, over anything. Though still incredibly outgoing, even without her guns, amongst friends and even many strangers, she'll instantly flip to being remarkably quiet and timid if someone she loves shows up.
Abilities: Impossible Accuracy and Reflexes with her firearms. |
3,918 | 89 | 32 | 397 | 2,221 | Koneko
"Nya?" One second Koneko was playing with the magic toasted bread maker, the next he was flying through the air as it exploded. Needless to say (although I'll say it anyway), Koneko was a confused kitty. "Nya...I'm hungry" although that didn't last very long. Making his way over the the fridge, Koneko opened it up to find a horrifying sight "RALWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" He let chilling screech. Slowly, he closed the fridge door, and with equal speed turned around to face the others "which on of you ate my fishy?" If voice's were capable of having temperatures, then Koneko's would have just broken the third law of thermodynamics by achieving absolute zero. | Name: Koneko Hige
Cliché: Cat person
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality: He's a cat...no really, that can sum him up pretty well. He loves fish, milk, sunbathing, being lazy, getting petted and positive attention in general. He is a very curious boy, so he sometimes finds himself in rather odd situations. Despite his cat based personality, he does actualy care about other people. Also, after an incident involving quite a lot of very large slices of bread, he's wary around wheat based products in general
Abilities: Has excellent night vision, as well as an equally excellent sense of smell and sound. He also posses extreme agility, reflexes, and flexibility. He also has the ability to create razor sharp chakra claws on his fingers |
3,919 | 89 | 33 | 152 | 152 | Kei-chaan! Shuu called out, arm outstretched in desperation as the girl ran farther and farther away. A loud orchestra played dramatic music within his mind. Pervert?! Him? Well, maybe.
The kitchen was a wreck.
Shuu's rump ached.
He got up from his spot on the ground and went back to the kitchen, where the others had started trying to piece the kitchen back together. Looks like we'll be buying a new table, huh Ata-chan?" He mumbled guiltily, scratching the back of his head with a disgruntled frown on his face. "Oh, Hajime-chan. About your earlier question. I thought it would be great for all of us to get up early in preparation for the tournament."
He took a brochure out of the back pocket up his pajamas and held it up as a bright light radiated from it. "This tournament. It's hosted by the Universal Abilities Co. We're going to be divided into different pairs. I decided we all have enough talent, so I entered us as a competing team. If we win, we get a vacation at a beautiful resort." His eyes roamed over the destruction. "We probably need it the most." | "My family and friends mean everything to me!"
Shuu Nakajima
Extremely dedicated and sentimental leader that often makes the wrong decions.
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Personality:
Shuu is pretty much the "daddy" of the group. Whenever there's conflict, he tries to step up and solve it, even if his efforts may put the group into deeper trouble. He's the one who attempts to lead, all the while lacking most of the qualities that are required of a good leader. He drinks too much, molests almost everyone regardless of his sexuality, throws himself into risky situations, and often makes heartfelt speeches that are completely unrelated to the topic at hand. He's not a great person to go to for advice, as his advice is usually harmful and ridiculous.
Even with all his faults, Shuu loves his companions to death, and would do anything for them. He takes responsibility, for not only himself but also for the actions of the group. And with all the problems he's caused, he means well.
Abilities:
Shuu is not one for physical fighting. He combats with magic and spells from his spellbook. His power has steadily increased throughout the span of his life, and he's mastered too many spells to count, but his memory isn't perfect. Shuu occasionally forgets spells. There are many he still does not know. Despite that, there's no doubt he can hold his own in a fight against a formidable opponent. |
3,920 | 89 | 34 | 725 | 57 | Hajime
At first Hajime had thought that his question would be lost in this mess of activity. He himself was distracted by all the new hijinks, with Kei carrying Shuu out of the room, and Atasuke and Anami getting down to the cleaning. The shrieking of both Kei and Koneko accompanied everything. He was about to get up to help with the cleanup, after all, who better than him? But then, Shuu returned and answered his question from earlier. Hajime had to admit, he was mildly reliable. Very mildly. But he was more concerned with the announcement that they would be participating in a tournament. "Now you're talking my language!" He exclaimed. Hajime had been competing in martial arts tournaments since he was a kid, and he won every single one of them. Of course, this 'tournament' was being hosted by a fruity sounding company that probably didn't intend for them to get through by punching everything. But that was okay; Hajime was brilliant enough that he would get through or punch enough things to succeed anyway.
"Do we get to pick our partner?" He asked. Hajime felt he didn't need a partner, but he could think of plenty of people that would be a pain to be saddled with. Isabella was first on that list, as even if she could probably handle herself she would be nothing but a nagging wind in his ear. If they were going to get chosen randomly, then it would be the devil's luck that he would have to endure her nonsense the whole time. All he really needed was a partner that would shut up and let him lead the way to victory, however. | Name: Hajime Itosu
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Cliché: Arrogant Kung Fu Guy “Arrogant infers I’m wrong. I’m not wrong, I’m just awesome.”
Age: 19
Gender: Male “But not just a man, I’m THE man!”
Personality:
-Hajime’s is the ego that will pierce the heavens. He is so certain of his superiority in his chosen lifestyle he sometimes believes that the gods gave him a mandate to engage in martial arts. “It’s true. How else could anyone explain my brilliance?”
-Hajime NEVER misses an opportunity to talk about how great he is. If he can work something about his skills into a conversation, he will. Without fail. “Especially since failure is a foreign concept to me. I’m just that great.”
-Hajime is also a religious exerciser, and trains in every spare moment he has. “I don’t actually need to do this, but I do it anyway. Because I can.”
-Of course, Hajime’s super powered ego actually stems from a long life of parental and social pressure and a crippling desire to be recognised as the greatest. You should feel sorry for him. “But don’t. I’m awesome, and you should envy me. This has nothing to do with the fact my dad told me the day people start pitying me is the day I’ve failed as a human being.”
-And deep down below all the ego and the bragging and braying, Hajime is really a nice guy with a heart of gold. Really deep down. Really. Honest. “I’ve always been a nice guy. Surely it’s only the decent thing to do to make sure everyone understands that I’m so great?”
Abilities:
-Superhuman physical feats: Due to his excessive training, Hajime has surpassed regular human strength and endurance. He can punch holes in solid walls and leap great distances. “All in a day’s work.”
-Shockwave attacks: As part of his superhuman feats, Hajime can cause shockwaves with his attacks that act as improvised ranged attacks. (Think Demong Fang from the Tales series, just without a sword) “Don’t tell me it’s not physically possible! My awesomeness transcends human limitations!” |
3,921 | 89 | 35 | 585 | 754 | Mishi
"A... a tournament? Are you crazy?! You know I can't fight. I would be about as useless as a squash in a tournament." Mishi said after Shuu announced why he had woken everyone up so early. She was boiling over anger from Shuu's stupid decision. The least he could have done was ask them if they wanted to enter. But, no he went right ahead and signed them up anyway. Mishi was far from a fighter like Hajime or Amami. Heck, even Sume-san would be useful in a fight than Mishi. Then again, Mishi was standing right in the center of the chaos that was the kitchen and somehow came out without a scratch on her. "Well, at least if we win then we can get a nice time away from home. After all, it seems like we are going to truly need it at this rate." Mishi stated as she looked at the wrecked kitchen. | Mishi Inabari
"They talk to me, the dead, ya' know."
Cliché: The Girl who can See and Talk to Spirits. As she calls it, "I see dead people and they happen to talk to me."
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Personality: Mishi is best described as a bookworm and a recluse. People have never been her thing but books, books have always been her friends. Sometimes Mishi will try and make friends but this usually ends with her words flopping out of her mouth like a magikarp would splash about in the rain. Oddly enough, the failings of making friends has actually made her more friends than she has ever thought it would. Mishi prefers to not tell people that she can see and talk to dead people. Though, sometimes a person might just wonder in on her as she is talking with a spirit and she just fumbles her words up so badly that they walk away wondering what just happened. Mishi is known to love nature and by such has a garden where she grows plants ranging from roses to potatos. Whenever anybody moves to even touch her garden, Mishi gets very protective and will threaten the person with horrible atrocities of torture if they ever come near it again.
Abilities: Mishi can see and talk to the spirits of those who have died. |
3,922 | 89 | 36 | 993 | 1,646 | Prepare a coffee worthy of my palate, and I shall forgive this rudeness against my person. If it disappoints me in the slightest, I think I'll blow up the whole house. It'll make for very pretty fireworks, I'm sure. The demon stopped floating and landed gracefully on the ground. "And we all know that I will not be the one paying for it. Shuu boy, I hope you aren't bankrupt yet." Isabella said, before turning around and trying to leave the inferno the kitchen had turned into. But of course, Shuu's announcement had picked her interest. A tournament, huh? It had been quite some time since she had the possibility to measure her powers against others.
AS long as I can destroy things at my heart's content, it doesn't really matter to me. And also, as long as I am not put in the same pair as the muscle brain around there, I will win that tournament for us." Isabella said, giggling all the while. | Name: Isabella Meredith Ingrid
Cliché: Overpowered and old as hell loli with a foreign name that somehow knows japanese, and speaks it in a very ancient dialect.
Age: A lot thousands of years, probs around 9000 and something. It is better not to ask, though.
Gender: Female.
Personality: Isabella, or Bella, as she tells others to call her, behaves in an unusually pompous manner, as well as always seeming to have extreme finesse when dealing with anything, from eating to talking, she always minds her manners. Of course, even when she insults you, it will sound so refined you might not notice the insult at all. Either that, or you are too stupid to even get what she is trying to say. She also loves, absolutely so, to look down on others. Either you are worth her time, or you are just a plaything for her to toy with until she moves on to the next. She also seems to be extremely accustomed to have something waiting for her hand and foot, and will probably order anyone at hand to do her bidding. Isabella is also incredibly arrogant, and usually demands for people to call her lady, '-sama' or things of the like.
Isabella also sometimes seems aloof and distant, perhaps a bit too much. Her cold demeanor and always calm poker face do not usually express her feelings, so people some times have a hard time understanding when she is telling a joke or speaking seriously, even when small hints of a smile show in her lips from time to time. Still, there are some people that can actually make her seem mad, even if a little bit, usually people she's had to deal with for quite some time now. When she is in the mood for pulling pranks, she'll probably go to great extremes just to mess with someone. Also, don't call her hag, loli, flat or the three together, you'll probably end up with a lightning struck up your ass. Other things not to call her are: Adding '-chan' to her name, kid, short, any other nickname she did not come up with herself.
Abilities: Simply put, Isabella is a demon, and a really powerful one at that. She had lived for enough time to actually know that just doing bad things isn't fun, so she likes to lend her powers to the forces of good from time to time, and as long as they seem convincing enough. She has power over powerful and incredibly destructive dark spells, as well as forbidden spells that are unknown to the normal guys, as you can only cast them as a devil. It is said that one of her medium class spells can actually wipe out an entire city. She also has power over several familiars, one of them being a butler she usually summons when no one else will actually act on her whims, the familiar is powerful but isn't actually as powerful as her. |
3,923 | 89 | 37 | 343 | 306 | Atasuke had been idly sweeping the floor, sighing as he moved the debris into a corner so that he could properly toss it in the trash when the table shards were picked up. He was nearly finished, only stopping when he noticed that Amami was having a difficult time with a single shard, raising an eyebrow as he watched her face slowly begin to redden the more frustrated she got. It was humorous, in a sense, knowing that these kids were having a difficult time sweeping floors and cooking rice. After all, how pathetic did you have to be to not know the basics of living? Yet, he wasn't angry or upset; he was happy, rather, seeing as the youth of today were still as persistent and focused as ever.
"Amami-san, you are over-thinking it." Atasuke informed her, smiling as he bent down to pick up the shard of wood, and placing it into the trashcan that was near him. He shrugged, before giving her a quick wink. "Remember, getting frustrated serves no purpose. A master has failed more times than a beginner has even tried."
Isabella was an exception, however. She was probably doomed from the start.
He was about to return to his work, but Shuu spoke up, saying something that the Worker's blood run cold.
"T-Tournament?" Atasuke stammered, letting the broom clatter audibly to the floor before raising his hands in front of him. "I-I'm useless! You know I don't have any special powers, Shuu-kun." | Character Sheet
"Does anyone have a lighter?"
Name:
Atasuke Yoshizaki
Cliché:
Chain Smoking, Sake Drinking, Salary Man On The Edge of A Mental Breakdown
Age:
Too Old For This Shit.
(Idk man, like 30.)
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Are you implying he doesn't?
What the fuck did you just fucking say about him, you little bitch? I’ll have you know he graduated top of his class in Highschool, and he's been involved in numerous secret powerpoint presentations with the Board of Directors, and has have over 300 confirmed overtime office hours. He is trained in office warfare and he's the employee of the month -every- month in the entire desk jockey league. You are nothing to him but just another consumer. He will file the fuck out of 21-B forms with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth. Mark his fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to him over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak he is contacting his secret network of clients across Japan and your financial portfolio is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your social security. You’re fucking broke, kid. He can be anywhere, anytime, and he can decline your loan in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with his stapler. Not only is he extensively trained in sticky note combat, but he has access to the entire office supply closet of the (GENERIC CORPORATION GOES HERE) and will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable credit score off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy bankruptcy your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. He will shit whiteout all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
Abilities:
This man can beat anyone in a drinking contest, socially out-smoke the toughest Frenchman with his lungs of iron, and type up the monthly expenditure report faster than you can say, "Can you-."
He also knows the long lost art of "Office Warfare," which mainly consists of using common workplace items as weapons.
(Idk man, he'll shank you with a ballpoint pen.) |
3,924 | 89 | 38 | 595 | 668 | When Atasuke picked up the troublesome wood shard, Amami turned to him and smiled, nodding at his words and saying "Hai, arigatou Atasuke-san!" However, not too much longer afterward, Shuu said there would be a tournament "Ooh!" Amami said, bouncing slightly at the prospect of this. Her gunslinging was world class, surely she could get them through the tournament! And that wasn't even counting Bella, the powerful and bratty demon, Hajime, the overclocked Martial Artist, or any of the others! Between all of them, no opposition could stand between them and that vacation. Which was good, Amami reasoned, because they really needed it.
Then, however, Atasuke began to note how his lack of ability may impede his usefulness. She couldn't abide that, especially not when he'd just offered such sage word! "Don't worry, Atasuke-san!" Amami began "I can train you to use a gun! And loan you one of mine! Then you can fight with the rest of us! And even if you don't learn enough, you can still help Atasuke-san! If everyone entering is like us, they won't expect you, you'll be like a wildcard!" With that, Amami offered him a thumbs up, before gathering the cleaning implements to stow them. She then grabbed one of her pistols and slid the clip out, popping the bullet from the chamber as well, then handed it to him, grip first, saying "Here, Atasuke-san! You can get used to holding one!" | Name: Amami Yamamoto
Cliché: Anime Gunslinger
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Bound heavily by her sense of what is right and wrong to do with a gun. One of the chief amongst these, is to avoid killing, to prevent the negative stereotypes associated with firearms from spreading.With her guns, she is calm and assured, confident in her skills. She knows she can shoot better than anybody else, and will act like it. She is remarkably outgoing, willing to start a conversation with just about anyone, over anything. Though still incredibly outgoing, even without her guns, amongst friends and even many strangers, she'll instantly flip to being remarkably quiet and timid if someone she loves shows up.
Abilities: Impossible Accuracy and Reflexes with her firearms. |
3,925 | 89 | 39 | 2,007 | 1,761 | Sume-san felt somewhat guilty for throwing the table. If he had just gotten Koneko-kun out of the way, it probably wouldn't have made as much mess as it had done. He felt like he should be responsible for cleaning up the remains of the table, but Atasuke-kun and Amami-chan were already cleaning it up for him. There was however, still pieces of toast all over the floor which he could help clean up.
"You can't escape the darkness in your soul." His blobfish said as Sume-san hopped around, picking toast up in his mouth. But then he heard something that made him excited.
"Mmmmh! Mmmh mmm mhmhh!" He said, jumping up at Shuu-kun, mouth full of toast slices. He shoved the pieces of toast deeper into his mouth and swallowed, 5 pieces of bread somehow sliding down his throat. "Did you say a holiday, Shuu-kun?"
But suddenly, he felt something in his stomach. He suddenly fell over, what had gone wrong? The world started to fade to black as Sume-san tried desperately to keep his grasp on consciousness, but it was all in vain and he lapsed into unconsciousness.
"Hope is but a fragile illusion that only fuels despair." His blobfish said. | "Life is a relentless torrent of filth and misery." – Blobfish
The shark is probably made by this guy but I’m not sure.
Nickame: Sume-san
Cliché/s: Part Killer Rabbit, Part Mentor Mascot, Part Sealed Evil in a Teddy Bear
Age: Something OVER 9000
Gender: Male, technically
Personality: He has a very upbeat personality, he is almost always happy and satisfied with life. He is also quick on the nibble when faced with new things, as he has a variety of nibble attacks he has honed over some amount of years. He takes pleasure in the small things of life and also enjoys surprising people with his presence.
He has a Blobfish which he always has with him. It’s always either on his head or in his mouth being nibbled and whenever you poke it, it says something dark.
They are both immortal. His skin is also quite smooth and is generally nice to touch, while his Blobfish is somewhat squishy and gross.
Powers:
He has a variety of nibbles he can use in combat ranging from fire nibbles to toxic nibbles and even smiting nibbles and armor piercing nibbles. The nibbles don’t do much damage if the enemy isn’t weak to it, but if they are it can do massive amounts of damage very fast. He will normally use these in combat, as his magic abilities are limited in his sealed form, but he can still use a wide variety of magic spells.
The magic spells he uses are all dark magics stemming from the usage of a ‘dark soul’. Using these magics frays the attachment his soul has with his body, which is also a dark soul. This can be alleviated somewhat by using other dark souls which he stores in his Blobfish. His magical abilities are however, limited by his body. While in his sand-shark body he cannot use his dark soul very well because the sand-shark isn’t suited to it. However, he has mastered a skill to externalize his soul which allows him to temporarily unleash his full power but it puts an extreme strain on the bond between his body and soul.
He was sealed into the sand-shark and his original body was destroyed, so if his soul is severed from his body he will be sent to hell. |
3,926 | 89 | 40 | 1,760 | 416 | Tournamment? I have a few things that I'd like to use for that... Vernon said, yet he was nowhere to be seen. Had he moved again while nobody was watching?
"And if any of you feel up to it..." One of the cabinet doors in the kitchen swung open. Surely enough, Vernon was inside of it. Much like what took place several moments ago, Vernon crawled out of his hiding space before continuing to speak.
"You can test a weapon that I've been developing." He smiled a devious smile, and steepled his hands as he spoke. Whatever this 'weapon' was would probably bring about some sort of issue which Vernon would have intended for.
It was at that moment that Vernon noticed that Sume-san was out cold. It was quite obvious that it was the T0@ST3R's doing. Vernon was slightly relieved at the fact that there were side-effects to eating at least one of the slices of toast, whereas the rest were oddly safe.
"Found the tainted one." He said, pointing toward Sume-san's unconscious body. | What? It's completely safe; I created it after all.
Vernon Thorton Winslow
Cliché:
Sneaky Teenage Genius with a penchant for insults and inventing...most of the time.
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Vernon sits upon a throne of machines and inventions of his own design...until they explode or backfire. Highly intelligent for his age with an IQ of at least 300 (He claims), Vernon is normally the brains of the group - especially so when it comes to the scientific and the mechanical. This gives him a sense of justified arrogance, something which he commonly exercises by constantly poking holes in the plans of the other members of the group. He's quite the snarker, and in an extremely blunt way.
He has a tendency to appear at inopportune moments or places to present a new invention of his design to the group. Naturally, he enjoys 'testing' his inventions on his friends, whether they're willing or not. His desire to experiment with his creations tends to bring trouble for the rest of the group and sometimes himself, although he normally manages to fix whatever he's ruined...mostly.
For some reason, he always appears to be dressed as if it were cold. There's no real explanation for that. It's probably some sort of odd quirk.
Abilities:
Disappearing/Reappearing
Not necessarily an ability. Vernon is seemingly well-versed in leaving and returning without people actually noticing. For some, it's surpising and slightly annoying. For others, it's a common occurrence and they've stopped caring for when he does it.
Inventing
Vernon has the uncanny ability to invent seemingly anything. A lie detector? He'll have it done within the hour. Teleporter? He did it last week. Of course, there's no guarantee that these inventions of his will actually work, and at times they prove to be quite counter-productive to the efforts of his friends, something which he actually takes a sadistic glee from, occasionally.
Aside from this, Vernon isn't all that special. |
3,927 | 89 | 41 | 152 | 152 | Shuu
"Do we get to pick our partners?!" Shuu repeated with a bellowing laugh. "Even better! I've picked them for you! Now, Hajime-chan you'll be with Isabella, and Sume-san will be with-"
"A... a tournament? Are you crazy?!"
Shuu waited patiently for Mishi to finish her thought. "Au contraire, my dear Mish. I think your skills are perfect for this tournament. It will not only be a test of strength, power, and will, but also wit. That is why you and Ata-chan are exactly what our team needs." As he pulled a folded paper from his seemingly bottomless back pocket, Sume-san jumped towards him in excitement, then fainted. "Ver-chan! You poisoned our Sume-saaaaan!" Shuu called out in anguish, as he took the creature's lifeless body into his arms. His eyes looked this way and that, but the inventor had disappeared.
Shuu didn't notice him come out from his hiding, before dropping onto his knees and sobbing. All sorts of bodily fluids were running down his face. "Su-Su-Sume-san!" he cried. "He was such a young s-soul! Well, not really. He was k-kinda old, but... I don't have a single black outfit in my closet! Sume-san! We knew you well." He wiped his snot on his sleeve then looked up at the others. "I think we're going to have to have a funeral before the tournament." | "My family and friends mean everything to me!"
Shuu Nakajima
Extremely dedicated and sentimental leader that often makes the wrong decions.
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Personality:
Shuu is pretty much the "daddy" of the group. Whenever there's conflict, he tries to step up and solve it, even if his efforts may put the group into deeper trouble. He's the one who attempts to lead, all the while lacking most of the qualities that are required of a good leader. He drinks too much, molests almost everyone regardless of his sexuality, throws himself into risky situations, and often makes heartfelt speeches that are completely unrelated to the topic at hand. He's not a great person to go to for advice, as his advice is usually harmful and ridiculous.
Even with all his faults, Shuu loves his companions to death, and would do anything for them. He takes responsibility, for not only himself but also for the actions of the group. And with all the problems he's caused, he means well.
Abilities:
Shuu is not one for physical fighting. He combats with magic and spells from his spellbook. His power has steadily increased throughout the span of his life, and he's mastered too many spells to count, but his memory isn't perfect. Shuu occasionally forgets spells. There are many he still does not know. Despite that, there's no doubt he can hold his own in a fight against a formidable opponent. |
3,928 | 89 | 42 | 725 | 57 | Hajime
Hajime wondered if he shouldn't have expected something terrible when Shuu started laughing like a psycho. It was as if he had jinxed himself with that one thought. "Son of a bitch!" He cursed under his breath. He then promptly stormed out of the room. He could care less about Mishi's protests or the fact that Sume-san might be dead. He had the worst of it; he had to put up with Isabella for the whole tournament! Who knew how long this tournament could be? No matter what, this was bound to be the worst tournament he had ever participated in.
Outside, Hajime had prepared his custom order training dummy. It was fashioned from the rarest metals known to man, and was nigh indestructible. It would've been excessive for anyone else, but for Hajime, it was the only thing that could endure his godlike strikes. He was going to be making good use of this dummy, not simply to prepare for the upcoming tournament, but also because he felt he was going to be in a perpetual bad mood from now until they got their vacation. As he rained blow after blow on the mannequin, the ground around him shook with each and every attack. The house was going to start trembling a bit too. | Name: Hajime Itosu
Character Image:
Cliché: Arrogant Kung Fu Guy “Arrogant infers I’m wrong. I’m not wrong, I’m just awesome.”
Age: 19
Gender: Male “But not just a man, I’m THE man!”
Personality:
-Hajime’s is the ego that will pierce the heavens. He is so certain of his superiority in his chosen lifestyle he sometimes believes that the gods gave him a mandate to engage in martial arts. “It’s true. How else could anyone explain my brilliance?”
-Hajime NEVER misses an opportunity to talk about how great he is. If he can work something about his skills into a conversation, he will. Without fail. “Especially since failure is a foreign concept to me. I’m just that great.”
-Hajime is also a religious exerciser, and trains in every spare moment he has. “I don’t actually need to do this, but I do it anyway. Because I can.”
-Of course, Hajime’s super powered ego actually stems from a long life of parental and social pressure and a crippling desire to be recognised as the greatest. You should feel sorry for him. “But don’t. I’m awesome, and you should envy me. This has nothing to do with the fact my dad told me the day people start pitying me is the day I’ve failed as a human being.”
-And deep down below all the ego and the bragging and braying, Hajime is really a nice guy with a heart of gold. Really deep down. Really. Honest. “I’ve always been a nice guy. Surely it’s only the decent thing to do to make sure everyone understands that I’m so great?”
Abilities:
-Superhuman physical feats: Due to his excessive training, Hajime has surpassed regular human strength and endurance. He can punch holes in solid walls and leap great distances. “All in a day’s work.”
-Shockwave attacks: As part of his superhuman feats, Hajime can cause shockwaves with his attacks that act as improvised ranged attacks. (Think Demong Fang from the Tales series, just without a sword) “Don’t tell me it’s not physically possible! My awesomeness transcends human limitations!” |
3,929 | 89 | 43 | 397 | 2,221 | Koneko
While everyone was busy talking about the tournament, Koneko was busy being mad about someone eating his fish "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!!" He exploded. In his anger, he formed chakra claws on his hand and used it to slice the fridge to shreds. "My fish...which one of you bastards ate my fish nyan!!!!????" He asked, his voice starting out deathly quiet before erupting into a yell. "You all knew it was mine, you had to!!!! I carved my name all over it nyan!!!!!" Strangely enough, all of the hairs on Koneko's body stood straight up, as if every one of them had an erection (somebody was going to say it, I'm just beating them to the punch). "That was my fishy nyan!!!! I was going to eat it, and it was going to be delicious nyan!!!" | Name: Koneko Hige
Cliché: Cat person
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality: He's a cat...no really, that can sum him up pretty well. He loves fish, milk, sunbathing, being lazy, getting petted and positive attention in general. He is a very curious boy, so he sometimes finds himself in rather odd situations. Despite his cat based personality, he does actualy care about other people. Also, after an incident involving quite a lot of very large slices of bread, he's wary around wheat based products in general
Abilities: Has excellent night vision, as well as an equally excellent sense of smell and sound. He also posses extreme agility, reflexes, and flexibility. He also has the ability to create razor sharp chakra claws on his fingers |
3,930 | 89 | 44 | 343 | 306 | Atasuke took the handgun from Amami, holding it gingerly as he wrapped his fingers around the grip. Slowly, he extended his arm and raised so that he could aim down the sights, a slight frown forming on his face as he did so. Weapons were nothing like the movies, real ones had weight, drag, and multiple bits and pieces that had to be maintained regularly. He kept his finger off the trigger, rolling around the weapon in his palm, getting used to the feeling of the cold steel tingling his nerves.
It would be easy.
All he had to do was load a clip into it, chamber a round, and squeeze the trigger. And just like that, a life would be gone, the flame of the soul extinguished, and all he would hear would be the hollow jingle of a brass casing.
But he didn't let that show in his facial expressions, instead opting to keep a fixed grin on his face.
Turning to Amami, he nodded. "I shall try my best. Though you'll have to forgive me if I'll never be as proficient in this area as you are, Amami-san."
Just then, the tiger-fish collapsed, and the Neko-boy was slicing the refrigerator in half.
Ruining the kitchen he had just cleaned.
"Koneko-kun, you are making a mess." Atasuke stated flatly.
'And trying my patience you little shit. I'm going to kill you.'
Wait a minute, that was a disturbing thought that had just crossed his mind.
"Your fish should be on the counter, where you had left it to thaw."
'My one day off and I have to put up with this. One day I'm going to slice you open with a letter opener.'
Atasuke paused, and rubbed his head. "I think I feel a headache coming on. I'm going to take a hot shower."
Stuffing the pistol in his overcoat, he took off his cleaning gloves, rolled down the sleeves of his suit, and trudged back into his bedroom.
He needed to take his medication; kept him calm. | Character Sheet
"Does anyone have a lighter?"
Name:
Atasuke Yoshizaki
Cliché:
Chain Smoking, Sake Drinking, Salary Man On The Edge of A Mental Breakdown
Age:
Too Old For This Shit.
(Idk man, like 30.)
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Are you implying he doesn't?
What the fuck did you just fucking say about him, you little bitch? I’ll have you know he graduated top of his class in Highschool, and he's been involved in numerous secret powerpoint presentations with the Board of Directors, and has have over 300 confirmed overtime office hours. He is trained in office warfare and he's the employee of the month -every- month in the entire desk jockey league. You are nothing to him but just another consumer. He will file the fuck out of 21-B forms with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth. Mark his fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to him over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak he is contacting his secret network of clients across Japan and your financial portfolio is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your social security. You’re fucking broke, kid. He can be anywhere, anytime, and he can decline your loan in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with his stapler. Not only is he extensively trained in sticky note combat, but he has access to the entire office supply closet of the (GENERIC CORPORATION GOES HERE) and will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable credit score off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy bankruptcy your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. He will shit whiteout all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
Abilities:
This man can beat anyone in a drinking contest, socially out-smoke the toughest Frenchman with his lungs of iron, and type up the monthly expenditure report faster than you can say, "Can you-."
He also knows the long lost art of "Office Warfare," which mainly consists of using common workplace items as weapons.
(Idk man, he'll shank you with a ballpoint pen.) |
3,931 | 89 | 45 | 595 | 668 | Amami sighed as Koneko shredded the refrigerator, and began gathering the food from within. "Shuu-chan, get some ice to keep this cold please." She said and, once it was emptied out, got to hauling out the ruined refrigerator out to the trash. It was all heavy, but she was fit, so she could haul it all outside. It took her a good while to do it, but after she was done she smiled happily. Another bit of work done, but now she had to get to training!
She headed upstairs and did a few things. First, she changed into her fighting outfit, a tank-top and shorter skirt to avoid impeding movement. Again, many had called her out on it, saying it was hardly practical combat attire, but it suited her just fine. She slid a pistol in to replace the one she'd given to Atasuke, but also grabbed another weapon from deep inside her closet. An M16 assault rifle, and ammo, took its place on her back and belt, respectively. When pistols just didn't have what she needed for the situation, this rifle helped her get the job done. With that, she headed outside to where her target range was set up, not too far from Hajime's earth-shaking punches. She nodded curtly to him and got to work training, consisting primarily on working on her transition between pistols and rifle in mid air, along with her reloads and marksmanship. She never missed, but it couldn't help to keep training after all. | Name: Amami Yamamoto
Cliché: Anime Gunslinger
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Bound heavily by her sense of what is right and wrong to do with a gun. One of the chief amongst these, is to avoid killing, to prevent the negative stereotypes associated with firearms from spreading.With her guns, she is calm and assured, confident in her skills. She knows she can shoot better than anybody else, and will act like it. She is remarkably outgoing, willing to start a conversation with just about anyone, over anything. Though still incredibly outgoing, even without her guns, amongst friends and even many strangers, she'll instantly flip to being remarkably quiet and timid if someone she loves shows up.
Abilities: Impossible Accuracy and Reflexes with her firearms. |
3,932 | 89 | 46 | 585 | 754 | Mishi
Mishi, though angry, accepted that the others were indeed useless without the brains of her, Atasuke, and Vernon. It was reckless of Shuu to sign everybody up for the tournament without their permission. Mishi walked out of the mess which had become the kitchen and went back into her room. It was about time for her to rummage through her closet to try and find out what she would wear. The myriad of skirts, scarves, and sweaters which were jumbled through out the closet could only by described as a mess. Yet, it was a mess Mishi is most certainly familiar with. Her searching hands reached into the closet and withdrew, one-by-one, a light blue sweater, black scarf, and a plain red skirt. After a few minutes, Mishi had put on a pair of black panty hose underneath the skirt and slipped on her comfortable, red sneakers as she slipped on her clothes. With her clothing done, Mishi left her room and returned to the kitchen. "So, do we have any actual plan on what we are going to be doing at this tournament?" Mishi asked as she sat down on the counter. | Mishi Inabari
"They talk to me, the dead, ya' know."
Cliché: The Girl who can See and Talk to Spirits. As she calls it, "I see dead people and they happen to talk to me."
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Personality: Mishi is best described as a bookworm and a recluse. People have never been her thing but books, books have always been her friends. Sometimes Mishi will try and make friends but this usually ends with her words flopping out of her mouth like a magikarp would splash about in the rain. Oddly enough, the failings of making friends has actually made her more friends than she has ever thought it would. Mishi prefers to not tell people that she can see and talk to dead people. Though, sometimes a person might just wonder in on her as she is talking with a spirit and she just fumbles her words up so badly that they walk away wondering what just happened. Mishi is known to love nature and by such has a garden where she grows plants ranging from roses to potatos. Whenever anybody moves to even touch her garden, Mishi gets very protective and will threaten the person with horrible atrocities of torture if they ever come near it again.
Abilities: Mishi can see and talk to the spirits of those who have died. |
3,933 | 90 | 0 | 321 | 907 | Pray tell, does the blame befall the devil?
I say that is the talk of a coward.
The only evil that dooms us so hopelessly is ourselves.
- Anonymous, A Tusian Folktale
WHERE NO MAN TREADS | An Apocalyptic Dark Fantasy Western
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High noon, approximately a two-day ride from the outskirts of the Helscape—the devil's domain—a dark-garbed rider rides into the outpost of Devon on a ebony steed. Devon is the last sign of civilization for hundreds of miles in every direction; last chance to resupply for travelers heading south, not that any common man dare head that way. But this rider is no ordinary man. He lassos his horse to a nearby stable and rips his cowhide waterskin from his belt. Pulling down the worn kerchief from his face, he takes a sip of water but, alas, there is none. "Don't recall drinking it dry." he mutters to himself. The rider looks ahead and sees the local watering hole. "Could use some snake bite."
It is a poor establishment—dimly lit, dank, and an odd odor rears its ugly head at times; a doggery through and through. The patrons are a quiet bunch, not typical of tavern fare. The rider walks to the counter to speak to the bartender, a bald and burly man with one good eye. "Whiskey. Straight." the rider orders as he tosses a few copper coins onto the counter. The bartender looks down at the coins before looking back up at the rider.
"You can keep your coin, friend. No alcohol here." the bartender states.
"No wonder it's so quiet. No alcohol? Isn't that contradictory to the purpose of a bar?" the rider asks.
"No one's delivering nothin' all the way out here. Not this close to the badlands."
"Got anything stronger than water?"
"Sparkling water."
"Regular's fine." The rider drinks his lukewarm water and scans the room casually. Earlier in the week, he replied to a poster requesting bodies for escort service through the Helscape. A few hundred coins per person. As someone who frequents that half of the world, it should be easy money but only a fool underestimates the danger that comes from vising the Helscape. Then again, only the foolish go; the smart ones stay home. So what kind of manner of fool is this rider? He removes his leather gloves and places them into his left pant pockets, revealing a distinctive brand.
"Fuck! Are you a mage?!" a man standing beside the rider shouts when he saw the brand.
Calm and collected, the rider turns to the man and replies. "Do you have a problem?"
"You better damn bet on it! Why the fuck is a spell-chucker allowed in here?!"
"Easy there. No need to cause a commotion." The bartender attempts to calm the patron.
"If you got such a problem with me drinking here, you can drink elsewhere."
"The nearest outpost is not for a few days ride—"
"Then I suggest you start walking." The other patrons begin to whisper among themselves, trading rumors and myths on what they heard about mages. About how they sacrifice children for pagan rituals and how they lay with demons.
"That true? You fond of such deviltry? You fuck demons?" the patron questions.
"More likely to shoot 'em than fuck 'em. You got the wrong hog by the tail. I hunt demons for a living."
"I can vouch for this fellow." a slender man with a curled mustache said about the rider. "I occasionally employ mages for work. I know them better than most of you lot here. Let's all settle down. Sparkling water on me next round." The man managed to calm things down while the patron who originally caused the uproar was kicked out by the bartender. The mustachioed fellow walks up to the rider afterwards. "I hope that experience doesn't sour your thirst."
"Used to it. It's the end times. People are scared of any and all things unnatural. Not rattled at all."
"Nor should you be. Thomas Essex. Tom" The man tips his hat.
The rider does the same. "Arryn Flynt. Flynt."
"Arryn Flynt? If I'd a pig for every chance encounter in my life, I'd have a plate of bacon. I'm part of the company of surveyors whose advertisement you replied to."
"I see. Guess I'll be seeing you again in two days."
"I'd bet my mother's diamonds on it. But first, a drink." | Name: Arryn Flynt
Alias: Flynt; Flynt of Tusa; The Pyromancer
Sex: Male
Age: 39
Date of Birth: October 28
Race: Human
Arryn Flynt, who typically goes by his surname "Flynt", is a tall man, standing at a height of 6'04". Like many mages who consume the petals of Soulthorne flowers, Flynt suffers from a mild poisoning effect which causes his skin to pale considerably. Although other facets of his physical health seems unaffected. He possesses auburn-colored eyes that, when in certain lighting conditions, appear red and rather menacing. While not handsome in the classical sense, he does have a rugged charm to him and a strongly-defined jaw covered in beard stubble. His right eyebrow is cut in half by a faint scar. Flynt is a muscular man—a far cry from the mages of yore who rarely relied on any of their physicality—but is not overly bulky. His body is riddled with scars; a story for each one he tells. As a member of the Mages Order, he can be identified by a brand on his body, particularly on the backside of his left hand. Flynt typically wears a long-sleeved dress shirt with a black waistcoat over it and on top of that he wears a well-worn duster coat. Long trousers are tucked into intricately detailed cowboy boots complete with star-shaped spurs. Additionally, he wears a belt with two gun holsters and a wider-brimmed boss of the plains.Arryn Theodore Flynt, first of his name, has a muddled past. His early childhood is a complete mystery to all but him and certain few others. Consequently, the identity of his birth parents are, too, a matter of secrecy. However, public knowledge would tell that Flynt comes from the now deserted town of Tusa. As a young man of 13 years of age, he showed great potential in the magical arts and was accepted into the Mages Order where he trained for a decade under the tutelage of one Grandmaster Brenard Maverick. His skills grew exponentially throughout the years; he surpassed many his age and even showed more promise than some of the master mages who had countless years to perfect their craft. At 25 years of age, Flynt took on the brand and became an official agent of the Order, pledging his life to their cause.
In the decade leading up to the present day, Flynt carried out numerous tasks for the Order while also moonlighting as a jack-of-all-trades, accepting all types of odd jobs that a mage of the Order could acquire; primarily as a bounty hunter of defected mages and outlaws. His affinity for fire magic has earned himself the nickname "Pyromancer" from those who have seen his handiwork. In the summer of the year XX11, Flynt had a tryst with a sorceress who he was hunting down which resulted in her pregnancy. After getting his lover a pardon from the Mages Order, Flynt filed for retirement with dreams of settling down on a small homestead. Flynt lived in marital bliss for a short time before his wife and child died in labor. He was utterly crushed by the experience and vowed to never take on a wife again.
He rejoined the Mages Order at age 32. At some point in his life, Flynt began having strange visions that would occur at random points throughout the day and would persist even to this very day. He consulted the elders and Grandmasters of the Order but none could explain the cause or purpose of these visions of his. His visions always concerned himself standing in a field of Soulthornes shooting and killing a man in cold blood. The man who he shoots would initially speak to him about his "sins" and how they would eventually catch up to him. Some of his visions are truly terrifying, incorporating his late wife holding their stillborn infant while bleeding from her womb onto the Soulthornes below. While seeking a way to defeat the demonic hordes, Flynt is also on a personal quest to discover the secrets of these peculiar visions of his.
Combat Information
Mage Status: Yes
Mercy: A six shot revolver given to him by his late wife and is said to have been stolen from the personal collection of Duke Fernando of Silla. It favors speed and accuracy over fire power which translates over to his spell casting when performed through this particular gun. Flynt favors Mercy when in need of firing his spells in rapid succession. However, due to the shorter barrel as compared to Flynt's other gun, the bullets and spells fired from Mercy does not travel as far.
Hitchcock: Flynt won this particular six shooter in a game of cards with an unsavory fellow by the name of Malvo Skye who had been hustling his way to fortune in a town full of rich hicks. Flynt used magic to cheat but only because Skye was a notorious cheat himself as researched by Flynt, discovering that Malvo Skye was only one of many names he used throughout the years. Hitchcock is the more potent firearm in his two-gun arsenal, being able to deliver devastating results when combined with Flynt's magic. The trade-off is that it is slower to fire and slightly less accurate. Additionally, it is not as reliable as Flynt's other gun and will sometimes jam.
Buzzard: A magic-imbued knife given to him during his training with Grandmaster Maverick to which he carries to this day (as seen in the picture at the top). It has a carving of a hawk engraved onto the lower half of the blade thus the name "Buzzard". It possesses the ability to cut through intangible properties such as water or flames and Flynt has used it on several occasions to cut certain spells fired at him in half. However, the knife's effectiveness on spells are only limited to basic, weak ones usually fired by an inexperienced mage.Fireball: A basic spell that is commonly taught to mages at an early age, Flynt's version is much deadlier due to its increased speed and power. It causes a fiery explosion upon impact.
Quicksilver: Through the utilization of magic, a single bullet is shaved into smaller "flecks" that is fired at rapid succession similar to a machine gun. This results in the enemy being barraged by hundreds of projectiles within a short span of time. Flynt can even envelope each individual flake of metal in flames which causes additional damage.
Blast: With this spell, Flynt fires a rune marking onto a target or designated area. He can then, at a safe distance and at any period of time within an hour, create an explosion at the site of the rune mark. This spell is often used as a handy trap or detonation device when dynamite is not available.
Heat Death: A slow moving spell that is absolutely devastating when it impacts. Flynt fires off a concentrated ball of heat energy that, when it hits its target, boils their blood and other body fluids at an alarming pace, resulting in the rapid expansion of the target's organs and skin and, ultimately, causing them to violently burst. Flynt uses this spell primarily on slow or dumb targets as it is easily evaded otherwise.
Lobos: A spell that uses an enormous amount of mana, Flynt can summon wolves (up to three at a time) composed entirely of living flame. These wolves follow the orders of Flynt exclusively but can also act on their own. But because of the high mana usage, Flynt typically only summons one at a time.
Halcon: Similar to his Lobos spell except he summons a single hawk this time around which he often uses to scout rather than as a means of attack.
Shooting Star: Perhaps Flynt's most powerful attack spell as well as his most mana consuming. Firing several bullets into the sky, Flynt's magic is dispersed into the atmosphere and summons a multitude of small meteors to impact a designated area with each meteor causing a powerful explosion upon touching down. This spell is usually reserved for crowd control or for dealing with an especially dangerous target.
Flynt also possesses a litany of common mage spells ranging anywhere from creating an energy shield to controlling the minds and actions of weak-minded individuals. All of these spells receive no amplification from Flynt's guns and so they are cast by hand. |
3,934 | 90 | 1 | 682 | 1,490 | Click, click, click. A spark or two had appeared from the lighter, but nothing much to light Jason's cigar. Frustrated he tossed aside the lighter and placed a palm over his temples beneath his hat. He had heard he'd hear more detail for his assignment in this town, but taking business in public wasn't wise. Even though he is not an official mage, nor bears a mark of it, his necromancy had become infamous. Which had its perks, of course, but not without the costs.
Someone confirmed an example of this, when people pointed out the stranger's mark and criticized him for his background of a mage. Least a normal mage aren't inherently evil. The curse of dark arts that Jason bears is void of any redemption, his own existence was a sin. While employers can tolerate it for his useful service, he didn't like to take things public.
Taking another look at the stranger, talking to someone else. He overheard a name and advertisement. This had to be about the job. He didn't know who he would be working with, but he knew he wasn't the only one taking it. This was what he was waiting for.
Jason stood up from his lonesome table, and walked some paces towards the two. "Heard something about a business. I reckon this is where I'm supposed to be..." He paused, Jason was a much more frail and smaller figure compared to the more burly men here, though that wasn't to say he didn't have any muscle or fitness in him, but at a first glance he was rather unintimidating. However he placed a hand upon Mr. Flynt's shoulder. His touch was cold, dead cold, and stiff, like a corpse. The look in his eyes was void of emotion other then a serious tone. Looking past Flynt's to the other man he continued, "Dead hand Jason ring a bell?" | Name: Jason Faye
Alias: Dead Hand
Sex: Male
Age: He is stuck at the age of 18, but currently he has existed for 27 years as of now.
Date of Birth: 10/10
Race: Human Warlock-Necromancer
Appearance: A fair skinned, well fit body standing 5'11. He has large blue eyes, a slightly large nose, and smooth pale lips. He has dark brown hair messy and unkept, with a bang going down the left side. His signature outfit is a cowboy hat, blue bandana from the middle of the nose to the neck, a slim black overcoat over a grey cotton shirt and black pants.
Biography: TBA
Combat Information
Mage Status: Yes
Equipment:
Phantom Magnum:
.357 black magnum revolver with a brown leather holster.
Ghost Slayer
A steel 20" machete with a black grip, and a serrated edge.
Spells
-Reanimation: He can regenerate or restore his body to perfect condition, even if his body is already deceased. If is body is completely destroyed he can recreate his body from other organic matter.
-Body Manipulation: Though he has little skill with this ability, he can shift his body arrangement around, temporarily grow limbs and other deformities, or instantly decay his own body. This ability is best used when he's dead, as it tends to be very painful if he's using it alive.
Resurrection: He can reanimate a dead corpse into a zombie. The corpse can be almost any once living thing but he can only control 1 zombie at a time. When he looses control of that zombie, it will crumble into a pile of rot.
Life Transfer: He can take away organic material and decay a nonliving target with an exception of his own body or plants, and transfer that into regenerating another target's body. This can heal many wounds and injuries even loss limbs or organs.
Bio-alchemy: He can change biomatter down to the very molecules and DNA that makes up the target into any other form of biomatter. However this cannot be performed on anything too large or alive with the exception of plants. The only thing he knows how to do with this is turn something into an apple, or make his body and clothing
Ghost Blade: Jason's machete becomes intangible to all but living flesh, essentially bypassing armor and other blades to cut the flesh of his opponents directly.
Ghostbane: When casted with concentration, Jason's next shot becomes intangible, in fact it does no damage, passing right through a body like air with no damage to the flesh or blood. Instead the bullet temporarily "knocks out" the soul or spirit inhabiting the body, rendering someone essentially unconscious for a few minutes. However he needs to be dead accurate with the shot and it takes a few minutes to charge up the spell. Alternatively this can be used to put spirits or ghosts back to rest or exorcise bodies from being possessed by a demonic or spiritual source.
Note: Over exhausting these abilities will keep him inactive for the next hundred years. |
3,935 | 90 | 2 | 1,540 | 1,175 | It'd been several years since Reginald had gone into the Helscape. Several years of peace, quiet, and simplicity. Missions into that God-Forsaken place were probably half the reason for his gray hair. No one expected to come out of that place alive.
And yet, here he was: Longbeard the old man, sliding through the desert like a bird through the air. Why use a horse when he could just launch himself forward and slide? He was probably moving at least as fast as any rider, and he didn't have to worry about taking care of an animal.
Not that he didn't have a horse: no self respecting Mage would be caught dead without one. Jonathan was his name. The stallion was a newer one, because to the surprise of many, Reginald had outlived his old horse. Poor Malkovich. Jonny-Boy was a little bit more nervous than his last horse, so Reggie had decided to leave the beast behind at one of the Mage stables. Easier to move on two feet, anyhow.
Normally, he'd have to keep recasting the spell, but since he wasn't doing anything except moving forward, it was kind of an automatic reaction to keep the spell going.
So he skated along, muttering, "Gettin' too old for this nonsense." It was not the first time he'd said it, and it wouldn't be the last. Really, though, what was he supposed to say? Any time the Mage Order caught wind of a trip to the demon domain, someone put him on the job, just because he was one of the few mages to continuously return alive from the damned place.
Jefferson always came back, too. Damn Jefferson. Longbeard pulled his trusty revolver from it's holster and blasted the earth a few times as he slid by. Behind him, a pair of stalagmites erupted out of the ground, then disappeared just as abruptly. Damn kid thought he was hot shit, always blowing up everything within a half-mile. Some day firepower wouldn't be enough.
A shout of alarm surprised him from his front. Apparently he'd reached the city without even realizing it, and a young woman hanging her laundry out to dry had heard the shots and yelped in surprise.
"Sorry, ma'am," he said, tipping his hat as he slid by. "Just thinkin' out loud." She gaped at him as he practically floated along, and Reginald realized that it might be best to walk from here. Normal folks didn't take too kindly to his particular method of movement.
It only took him a few moments to locate the meeting spot. Not a ton of places called 'The Devil's Claw' were around the town of Devon. "Gotta be the place," he figured, and pushed inside. Right away he knew he was spot on.
Arryn Flynt stood in the center of the room, alongside The Job and another youthful looking guy. Flynt was the important one: they had worked together once before, and Reggie had a good bit of respect for the man.
He sidled up to the small group of men, nodding in recognition to Flynt, then turning to The Job and holding out a hand. "I'm told you're called Essex. Reginald Dubois, pleased to meet you. Most folks call me Longbeard now'days." He smiled slightly and retreated to the bar, where he ordered the strongest drink in the house.
Sparkling water it was. | Name:
Reginald Dubois
Alias:
Reggie, Stoneheart, Longbeard
Sex:
Male
Age:
61
Date of Birth:
August 3rd
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Longbeard is an old man, and he knows it. His sharply-angled face is lined with wrinkles, his hazel eyes are razor-edged and alert, his hair is gray and thinning, and his posture is sharp and indicative of a long life. He walks with a slight stoop, but he'll be damned to hell before he needs a cane. He walks on his own two feet, and his own two feet alone.
In his youth, Reggie was a big man: easily six feet tall, and broad as an ox. Nowadays Reginald isn't as quite strong as he used to be, but a strict regiment of exercise and diet has kept him at his fighting best. Put him toe-to-toe with any normal man thirty years his younger, and Reginald will put him to the ground easy.
His nickname comes from his beard, of course: Reginald hasn't shaved the bastard in ten years, and it comes down to his sternum in a well-groomed wave. It's as gray as the rest of his hair, but Longbeard takes great pride in his facial hair. He was once heard joking that the bastard who takes his beard is "the bastard who'll kill me dead".
Reginald's brand is on his left bicep.
Biography
Reginald's been a mage his entire life. From the get-go, when he was born to a tough father and doting mother, he had an affinity. His mother told him how a heaping helping of dust pressed up against their little house on all sides when he was born. There was no doubt as to his purpose in life, and as soon as he was old enough, his father shipped him off to train with the mages.
Earth mages are not unique, especially not in the Living Lands, where nearly everything is dirt and dust. In fact, they are some of the most common, with pure-earth mages being a well-known and powerful section of the Mage Order. With an endless supply of bullets and a large collection of well-documented spells, it is easy to train in earth spells exclusively, and never need to branch out at all.
Therefore, it is not Longbeard's magic that makes him unique, but rather his age. Few Mages of the day live to be as old as he, with most dying in battles, duels, or by accident. But Reginald was careful, cunning, and above all else, stubborn. From his earliest days in the order, even as a young boy, his teachers had to urge him to take more risks, to try some of the bigger spells.
Partly due to his stubborn nature, and partly due to a fear of failure, Reginald refused. Instead, he took the basic spells and spent a decade mastering them. While other young Earth mages were creating enormous cavern systems, or branching into fire, air, or electricity, to name a few, Reginald was mastering geokinesis. He learned every possible way to shave time off his reload and his formation of bullets. He practiced creating stalagmites day after day, really just too scared to try anything harder.
And so when he passed the final exams to become a fully-licensed Mage, it was to the surprise of some of his friends and classmates. Reggie had never shown any impressive techniques at his practical display test, but it was his technical prowess which impressed the masters. Reggie quickfired faster than any earth mage in recent memory. His aim was on another level entirely, and clusters of slender, lethal stalagmites all but annihilated the simple targets that had been set up as makeshift enemies.
It could be argued that Longbeard's mastery of the basics is what has kept him alive so long. He knows his limits better than anyone, and he instinctively knows if a bit of magic will be too much for him. After mastering the basics, when Reggie finally mustered up the nerve to try some more interesting techniques, he found them almost trivial, while other mages struggled desperately. In fact, Longbeard even invented a few brand new spells, which belong to him alone.
More than that, his intimate knowledge of geokinesis allowed him to develop a style of fighting as fluid and organic as the demons they fought. He learned to zip around the battlefield, taking shots from upside-down, mid-flip, that most gunslingers would be proud to hit standing up and steady.
For years and years, Reggie patrolled the Living Lands, gaining a reputation as a stone-hearted man unphased by anything. The name stuck, and Stoneheart has been active ever since. Despite his nickname, Stoneheart was a good-natured man with a quiet sense of humor, but he was first-and-foremost known for his deadshot aim, and his skill with the earth and stone.
As he aged, Reggie knew he could no longer fight with such aplomb as he had in his younger years. He began adapting, using his agility spells to aid in movement, instead of amplifying it. He could still move as fast as a man thirty years younger, and jump a good deal higher through his magic. No more flips, of course, but with his aim and his powerful array of spells, Reginald no longer viewed acrobatics to be practical or 'cool'.
A decade back, in XXX6, an old flame of his told Reginald that "he still looked like a baby-faced prattle". Exactly that day, Reginald stopped shaving, in a foolish attempt to win that woman back. It didn't work, of course, but by the time he realized it wasn't working, he'd already gotten too many compliments on the beard to quit.
For ten years, he let his beard grow. Somewhere along the way he picked up the name Longbeard, and since he never told anyone to call him otherwise, Stoneheart gradually became Longbeard instead.
Now Longbeard is one of the oldest mages still active in the field. He is sought after by other mages for his years of experience and his more...tempered outlook on the world. The fiery youths think he has some secret to his success, so it's always amused him to watch their faces fall when he tells them about his own training.
Reginald is also asked along on many important missions into the Helscape, due to his honed senses, mastery of his craft, and the fact that even the Devil himself probably couldn't scare old Longbeard.
Combat Information
Mage Status:
Yes
Equipment:
Paradiso: Longbeard's old revolver, Paradiso has been around longer than most Mages. A special make by an old--and dead--friend, Paradiso has a seven shot barrel, which would make reloading difficult if not for Reggie's magical aptitude. As it happens, that extra shot has led to a few interesting standoffs, where the enemy loses by counting shots, and counting them incorrectly.
Bertha: An ancient weapon of stone and steel, Longbeard won this short, sharp knife off an Ancient fourty years ago. It's balanced for throwing, though Reggie tends to simply control the arc of the blade with magic when he does throw it. Most of the time it's used in close range, bolstered by magic.
Tamarand: In that same game, Longbeard won Tamarand--a spear of middling length, the point is made of steel and the shaft is made of stone, but to Reginald it weighs next to nothing.
Pouch of Stones: A simple pouch carrying a variety of stones and metals, from rubies and sapphires to marble chunks and obsidian flakes. Used in his spellcasting.
Spells - FIREARM:
Stone Bullets: Longbeard's specialty is, and always will be, the earth. His bullets come from the earth, carved from marble, granite, obsidian, or just plain rubble if need be. Gemstones are fair game as well. Certain materials like the aforementioned stone types increase his magic's strength, but any old earth will do. In that sense, Reginald really can never run out of ammunition. A simple flick of the wrist reloads his revolver, and he's ready to go again.
Underspear: By shooting a stone bullet at the ground, Longbeard can aim a quick spear of rock, erupting from the ground to skewer anything above it. This is one of the most basic earth spells one can learn, but Reginald's decades of refinement allow him to fire off bursts of stalagmites faster than the eye can blink. Can be cast with any weapon made of stone.
Chasm: Another common earth spell, a pair of shots opens up a deep canyon below the target, tracing the line between the two bullets. Useful for swallowing enemies whole, as the chasm only lasts for a short time. Or, in Longbeard's case, several chasms can be used to trap a land-based enemy in place.
Wall: A third simple spell, but made immeasurably more powerful through the use of granite, Wall, as it suggests, creates a wall of stone where the bullet hits the ground, protecting it's caster from incoming attacks. Can be cast with any weapon made of stone.
Sinkhole: A common, but complicated spell, Sinkhole creates a never-ending patch of dirt which looks identical to any other patch of dirt, with the slight difference of sucking anyone unlucky enough to be caught in it into an early and wet death. Used mainly as a trap.
Red Death: A specialty shot requiring rubies to function, this spell pulverizes the ruby into trillions of tiny shards, sending a cloud of razor sharp flecks toward enemies. If it breathes, the enemy inhales the shards and is cut to ribbons from the inside.
Guillotine: Requiring Obsidian to function, Guillotine is one of Longbeard's special creations. Upon firing, the bullet forms into a razor sharp disk, whirling at into enemies at bullet-speed. Guillotine returns in a linear path after being fired, often catching enemies unawares. Reginald has yet to find a material that the spell can't cut through.
Anchor: Sandstone based, Anchor is used to freeze enemies in place. Upon making contact with the enemy, a surprising amount of liquid sandstone flows over the target, hardening rapidly and preventing the target from moving. This works best for fast targets or flying enemies.
Boulder: Diamond based, the fired bullet grows to a massive size, steamrolling over anything in its path at ridiculously fast speeds.
Spells - OTHER:
Longbeard also maintains a variety of non-firearm based magic, of which the most prevalent are...
Flow: A movement spell which allows Longbeard to slide around on the ground as if roller-skating. While useful, it can also be dangerous, as if he is struck while Flow is active, Longbeard won't stop when he hits the ground. Instead, he will just keep sliding until the spell ends, after 15 seconds.
Launcher: Another movement spell in which a pair of small circles beneath him launch Longbeard into the air, letting him get a better angle on his opponents. Upon landing, the earth gently catches him to prevent damage. Only works with dirt or stone beneath his feet.
Geokinesis: Low level manipulation of stone, Longbeard can use geokinesis to create his bullets in a fraction of second, or to control his other weapons made of stone at a distance. This, for example, makes Longbeard's knife a deadly throwing weapon. |
3,936 | 90 | 3 | 1,837 | 893 | The mage sat on his horse a quarter of a mile in front of Ryn both six shooter raised as he yelled to the Night Elf “What do you want? Why the hell have you been following me?”
Ryn did not respond he simply stood staring back at the man, even if he wanted to answer the mage he did not know the answers to his questions. As he pondered why he was here following this man toward the Hellscape Anaquandai spoke to him “The time for following is over, now is time for killing.”
At these words Ryn began to sprint forward. The mage did not hesitate as three steaming blue rings appeared in front of the barrels of both guns and he began firing them in rapid succession. As each bullet fired passed through the rings they began to glow and steam as blocks of magical ice formed around them. Anaquandai once again spoke to Ryn “Step Left, 1 second Slide Right, 2 seconds Roll Forward, Stand, and then Swing.”
Ryn did as Anaquandai commanded. The magical ice bullets coming within centimeters of striking him, he could feel the burn of their chill as they passed, but each of the movements that Anaquandai dictated kept Ryn from harm. After closing the gap between himself and the mage Ryn rolled forward, stood, and swung Anaquandai.
The familiar feeling of the ax breaking bone and rending flesh ran through his body as the mage made a low grunt before splitting clean in two at the waist. The two halves of the mage slide off the horse and landed on the ground with a wet thud. Anaquandai spoke to Ryn “Another beast is dead.”
After catching his breath Ryn began rummaging through the dead man’s belongings. Mostly ammo, some of the poison humans consider medicine, human currency, and a small package of papers.
The first few papers were wanted posters for various outlaws, then there were a pile of business cards with “Rolando McCoy, Mage, Bounty Hunter, Runaway Slave Hunter, and Mercenary for Hire.” Printing across the top and an address in some human city across the bottom. The last was a job posting for a job in a town the Ryn knew was just a few miles ahead. A survey crew needs an escort into the Hellscape.
Ryn was about to toss the papers to the ground when Anaquandai spoke “Go to this disgusting human town and meet the contact. Lie if you must, get on the crew, and don’t try to kill the mages.”
Ryn frowned at the thought of doing a human’s bidding and he sneered at the thought of working with mage’s but Anaquandai’s advice was always sound so he mounted the dead mages horse and rode towards town. He would be there within the hour. | Name: Joseph H. Highrider
Alias: The Ranger
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Date of Birth:
Race: Human
Joseph was a simple farm hand until he was 18 years old, when his family was ransacked by the demon scourge that plagued these lands. His mother and father were killed brutally in front of him. He managed to survive the encounter by playing dead. After the ordeal, he vowed to kill any and all demons, becoming a demon hunter, and protect anyone from harm in this barren wasteland. He walks the world as a drifter, and doesn't care for the rich or wealthy, and will dispatch justice to anyone who deserves it.
Combat Information
Mage Status: No
Equipment:
Unlike many people, Joseph carries a lever action pistol (dubbed, Quick Shot) , a newer and sleeker design compared to the revolvers and multi barreled muskets. The pistol uses common .44 caliber ammunition, and can hold 8 shots, instead of 6. This pistol was inherited from his father....
Josephs 'Silver Rider' His pride and joy, and another weapon inherited from his father. Hes built this rifle with his dad for 5 years since before his fathers tragic death, even custom made it to hold .50 caliber ammunition, and advancing the rifling on the barrel, making the rifle have a Very high effective range than most other rifles. Though this comes at a cost as .50 calber ammunition is harder to find, and more expensive to purchase. Also provides less room in the loading chamber, so only holds 6 shots, in stead of ten, and, the new grooves in the rifle can be prone to jamming and misfires.
Josephs 'Up Close an Personal' 12 gauge Sawn off shot gun. It delivers more damage at a lower range, and was taken from a bandits corpse. |
3,937 | 90 | 4 | 321 | 907 | Jason didn't need to give his name for Flynt to decipher who he is or what he is. His "friendly" shoulder touch was all the information that Flynt needed. But a proper introduction is what separates man from beast so Jason gave them his name and asks them if they know who he is. "Dead hand's accurate. You're a necromancer. A dying sect of magic unfortunately." Flynt explains in his croaky voice.
"Ahh. So truly a dead man walking." Thomas lightly jokes.
"Aren't we all?" Flynt adds.
"A grim outlook, but one that's not entirely inaccurate given the state of our sorry world." Thomas turns to Jason. "But yes, I do recall you've a part in this little expedition. Lady Fate has been kind to me today. Or is it Lady Luck? You'll have to forgive me. I'm a foreigner to these parts and am not well-versed in the terminology used here." Thomas explains.
"You're a Sillan." Flynt discerns.
"Correct you are, my good man. What gave it away?"
"Nothing. I've been around. Tell me, Sillan. Do you still speak the Old Tongue?"
"Assac ela dora. (You tell me.)"
"Kafka ta laga set. (Another language still lives.)" Before the conversation between the two men could continue any further, an old man interrupts; one that Flynt knows and has much admiration for. A grizzled veteran mage by the name of Reginald Dubois. The typical life span of a mage nowadays is somewhere between 25 to 35 years of age so while Flynt is considered "old" in mages' terms, Reginald is practically a relic. Reginald tips his hat to Flynt who returns the acknowledgement before he introduces himself and his purpose to Thomas.
"Tallahsa! (Wonderful!) Mister Dubois, it is a pleasure to have you accompany us. Dear bartender, a round of sparkling water for all of us, if you please." Thomas orders for the small party of four.
Flynt leans against the counter besides Reginald. "Good to see you, Longbeard. How's the gout? Not that walking's your preferred method of travel."
"Ahh, gentlemen, I'm afraid I must bid farewell to all of you for now. We will meet at the border of the Helscape in two days. I would advise getting well and rested in the next couple of days." Thomas states.
"Don't have to tell me. Getting here already drained my spirit what with that sandstorm and all." Flynt explains. Thomas then left the tavern leaving the three mages to their own accord. Flynt finishes his sparkling water and left a tip on the counter in the form of a copper coin. "I'm afraid catching up will have to wait, Longbeard. A bed calls me. And perhaps a warm body to lie next to." Flynt tips his hat to both mages. "Longbeard. Jason." He then leaves to retire for the day.
-Two Days Later-
A cockroach scurries across the arid desert ground in search of shade from the blistering heat—heat not from the sun but from the wind that carries along with it hot ash and sparks from the Helscape. The cockroach: in many ways a perfect analogy for the human race. Numerous and resilient in the face of all odds. A sand-colored gecko pops up from underground and, in an instant, devours the cockroach. Flynt rides his steed southbound to the border between the Living Lands and the Helscape. Already, signs of the demonic scourge's influence on the world can be seen all around Flynt. He'll be there within the hour. Flynt spent the last two days restocking on supplies, most especially, ammunition. It's as important as water when traveling into the Helscape. He also purchased a small pouch of dried, candied Soulthorne petals from a specialty mage store. He'll need it in a pinch.
An hour passes and, as predicted, he's finally here at the outskirts. The land a mile out towards the horizon is nothing but scorched earth and rivers of lava. The band of surveyors are here, waiting for their escorts. They consist of Thomas Essex—the Sillan man from two days ago—a dark-skinned Ancient by the name of Ludo Greene, and a red-haired female dwarf named Jane Wrathebone. "Flynt, my good man! First to show up as always." Thomas greets the mage.
"Tom." Flynt acknowledges while also tipping his hat to the other two before getting off his horse. "Ride back to camp." Flynt tells his horse before placing it under a mind control spell. The horse gallops off northward.
"Your steed not coming with?" Ludo, the Ancient, inquires in a deep, bellowing voice.
"I rather like my horse. Prefer it living." Flynt responds.
"Allow me to introduce my colleagues. Ludo Greene is the Ancient fellow and this small beauty here is Miss Jane Wrathebone. This is Arryn Flynt." Thomas introduces everyone.
"Ey, yer flatter me, Tom. Beauty, I cannot claim. It is good to have ye with us, Mister Flynt." Jane says.
"Just Flynt'll do. I think you're lovely, Miss Jane." Flynt states.
"Thank ye, Flynt. Then just Jane'll do." | Name: Arryn Flynt
Alias: Flynt; Flynt of Tusa; The Pyromancer
Sex: Male
Age: 39
Date of Birth: October 28
Race: Human
Arryn Flynt, who typically goes by his surname "Flynt", is a tall man, standing at a height of 6'04". Like many mages who consume the petals of Soulthorne flowers, Flynt suffers from a mild poisoning effect which causes his skin to pale considerably. Although other facets of his physical health seems unaffected. He possesses auburn-colored eyes that, when in certain lighting conditions, appear red and rather menacing. While not handsome in the classical sense, he does have a rugged charm to him and a strongly-defined jaw covered in beard stubble. His right eyebrow is cut in half by a faint scar. Flynt is a muscular man—a far cry from the mages of yore who rarely relied on any of their physicality—but is not overly bulky. His body is riddled with scars; a story for each one he tells. As a member of the Mages Order, he can be identified by a brand on his body, particularly on the backside of his left hand. Flynt typically wears a long-sleeved dress shirt with a black waistcoat over it and on top of that he wears a well-worn duster coat. Long trousers are tucked into intricately detailed cowboy boots complete with star-shaped spurs. Additionally, he wears a belt with two gun holsters and a wider-brimmed boss of the plains.Arryn Theodore Flynt, first of his name, has a muddled past. His early childhood is a complete mystery to all but him and certain few others. Consequently, the identity of his birth parents are, too, a matter of secrecy. However, public knowledge would tell that Flynt comes from the now deserted town of Tusa. As a young man of 13 years of age, he showed great potential in the magical arts and was accepted into the Mages Order where he trained for a decade under the tutelage of one Grandmaster Brenard Maverick. His skills grew exponentially throughout the years; he surpassed many his age and even showed more promise than some of the master mages who had countless years to perfect their craft. At 25 years of age, Flynt took on the brand and became an official agent of the Order, pledging his life to their cause.
In the decade leading up to the present day, Flynt carried out numerous tasks for the Order while also moonlighting as a jack-of-all-trades, accepting all types of odd jobs that a mage of the Order could acquire; primarily as a bounty hunter of defected mages and outlaws. His affinity for fire magic has earned himself the nickname "Pyromancer" from those who have seen his handiwork. In the summer of the year XX11, Flynt had a tryst with a sorceress who he was hunting down which resulted in her pregnancy. After getting his lover a pardon from the Mages Order, Flynt filed for retirement with dreams of settling down on a small homestead. Flynt lived in marital bliss for a short time before his wife and child died in labor. He was utterly crushed by the experience and vowed to never take on a wife again.
He rejoined the Mages Order at age 32. At some point in his life, Flynt began having strange visions that would occur at random points throughout the day and would persist even to this very day. He consulted the elders and Grandmasters of the Order but none could explain the cause or purpose of these visions of his. His visions always concerned himself standing in a field of Soulthornes shooting and killing a man in cold blood. The man who he shoots would initially speak to him about his "sins" and how they would eventually catch up to him. Some of his visions are truly terrifying, incorporating his late wife holding their stillborn infant while bleeding from her womb onto the Soulthornes below. While seeking a way to defeat the demonic hordes, Flynt is also on a personal quest to discover the secrets of these peculiar visions of his.
Combat Information
Mage Status: Yes
Mercy: A six shot revolver given to him by his late wife and is said to have been stolen from the personal collection of Duke Fernando of Silla. It favors speed and accuracy over fire power which translates over to his spell casting when performed through this particular gun. Flynt favors Mercy when in need of firing his spells in rapid succession. However, due to the shorter barrel as compared to Flynt's other gun, the bullets and spells fired from Mercy does not travel as far.
Hitchcock: Flynt won this particular six shooter in a game of cards with an unsavory fellow by the name of Malvo Skye who had been hustling his way to fortune in a town full of rich hicks. Flynt used magic to cheat but only because Skye was a notorious cheat himself as researched by Flynt, discovering that Malvo Skye was only one of many names he used throughout the years. Hitchcock is the more potent firearm in his two-gun arsenal, being able to deliver devastating results when combined with Flynt's magic. The trade-off is that it is slower to fire and slightly less accurate. Additionally, it is not as reliable as Flynt's other gun and will sometimes jam.
Buzzard: A magic-imbued knife given to him during his training with Grandmaster Maverick to which he carries to this day (as seen in the picture at the top). It has a carving of a hawk engraved onto the lower half of the blade thus the name "Buzzard". It possesses the ability to cut through intangible properties such as water or flames and Flynt has used it on several occasions to cut certain spells fired at him in half. However, the knife's effectiveness on spells are only limited to basic, weak ones usually fired by an inexperienced mage.Fireball: A basic spell that is commonly taught to mages at an early age, Flynt's version is much deadlier due to its increased speed and power. It causes a fiery explosion upon impact.
Quicksilver: Through the utilization of magic, a single bullet is shaved into smaller "flecks" that is fired at rapid succession similar to a machine gun. This results in the enemy being barraged by hundreds of projectiles within a short span of time. Flynt can even envelope each individual flake of metal in flames which causes additional damage.
Blast: With this spell, Flynt fires a rune marking onto a target or designated area. He can then, at a safe distance and at any period of time within an hour, create an explosion at the site of the rune mark. This spell is often used as a handy trap or detonation device when dynamite is not available.
Heat Death: A slow moving spell that is absolutely devastating when it impacts. Flynt fires off a concentrated ball of heat energy that, when it hits its target, boils their blood and other body fluids at an alarming pace, resulting in the rapid expansion of the target's organs and skin and, ultimately, causing them to violently burst. Flynt uses this spell primarily on slow or dumb targets as it is easily evaded otherwise.
Lobos: A spell that uses an enormous amount of mana, Flynt can summon wolves (up to three at a time) composed entirely of living flame. These wolves follow the orders of Flynt exclusively but can also act on their own. But because of the high mana usage, Flynt typically only summons one at a time.
Halcon: Similar to his Lobos spell except he summons a single hawk this time around which he often uses to scout rather than as a means of attack.
Shooting Star: Perhaps Flynt's most powerful attack spell as well as his most mana consuming. Firing several bullets into the sky, Flynt's magic is dispersed into the atmosphere and summons a multitude of small meteors to impact a designated area with each meteor causing a powerful explosion upon touching down. This spell is usually reserved for crowd control or for dealing with an especially dangerous target.
Flynt also possesses a litany of common mage spells ranging anywhere from creating an energy shield to controlling the minds and actions of weak-minded individuals. All of these spells receive no amplification from Flynt's guns and so they are cast by hand. |
3,938 | 90 | 5 | 1,540 | 1,175 | Longbeard had thought that he would be first to arrive. He'd woken with the sun and headed out just as soon as he put the hat on his head. There was no real need to prepare or clean himself up: a simple flick of the wrist removed all the dust and dirt from his clothing. Then he was off, sliding across the deserted landscape with undeniable grace.
He'd spent the two days in Devon, shooting the breeze with some of the inhabitants, and using his particular talent with the earth to aid them in various ways. He purified a well for one couple about his age, and he helped a pair of young men lift heavy planks into position through the use of what amounted to stone lifts. Basic things: he knew the world viewed his kind as dangerous and devil-worshiping, so it was always on his mind to leave a good impression. Tip your hat to everyone you meet, and do you best to leave a place better than you find it.
Now he was on the road--rather, he was out and moving, because there were no more roads--heading for the meeting point which they had been describe two days earlier. It was gonna be a tough mission. He got a feel for these kind of things in his bones, and his bones were telling him to prepare for the worst.
Lucky for his bones, Longbeard was always prepared for the worst, especially when heading into the Helscape. So it was no surprise to him when he passed a dead bird on his way out. Just another omen to things he already expected. He'd already been on the move for a while when the first speck of living beings popped over the horizon. With them came the Helscape, and Longbeard had to take a moment to catch his breath.
The Helscape. Even now, after decades of watching the place and venturing into those forsaken lands, seeing them still brought numbing fear into his heart. A place so devoid of life that the very earth itself bled red fire. The one good thing about the Helscape was the utterly ridiculous amount of obsidian just lying around. While he was in these parts, he'd have no need for regular stone bullets, because there was enough of the black rock here to keep him stocked and shooting until the day he died, and then some. Besides that, obsidian bullets were much easier to charm than heterogeneous stone mixtures like he was used to, and they were fiendishly sharp and damaging besides.
"Ho there!" He called as he approached. Flynt was there--how did the young bastard get everywhere faster than he did, anyway?--along with Essex and, Reginald assumed, the others in the surveyor group. An Ancient goliath who Longbeard didn't know, and a very lovely small woman who he would have loved to get to know better, were he just a decade or two younger. Nowadays his interest in beautiful women was purely optical. He'd seen enough people die from getting close to Mages to know where to draw the line.
"Mornin' to you all. Essex. Flynt. Glad we ain't dead just yet. And who're you?" he asked politely, tipping his hat to the strangers.
"Ludo Greene." Said the Ancient. Nothing more.
"Jane Wrathebone," said the pretty dwarf. She took his hand firmly and squeezed. "Jane to me friends. Glad t'make yer acquaintance, Longbeard." At his raised eyebrow, she chuckled softly. "Ahhh, yer reputation precedes ya, Stoneheart! A relic in a sea o'nubiles, ain't it so?"
"As you say, ma'am," said Longbeard, smiling gently at the woman's forthrightness. "Pleased to meet you as well, Jane. Hope we'll be workin' well together. Gotta make sure we all come back'n one piece, hey?" He straightened and glanced around. "And where're our fine fellows? They're missin' some lovely daylight." | Name:
Reginald Dubois
Alias:
Reggie, Stoneheart, Longbeard
Sex:
Male
Age:
61
Date of Birth:
August 3rd
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Longbeard is an old man, and he knows it. His sharply-angled face is lined with wrinkles, his hazel eyes are razor-edged and alert, his hair is gray and thinning, and his posture is sharp and indicative of a long life. He walks with a slight stoop, but he'll be damned to hell before he needs a cane. He walks on his own two feet, and his own two feet alone.
In his youth, Reggie was a big man: easily six feet tall, and broad as an ox. Nowadays Reginald isn't as quite strong as he used to be, but a strict regiment of exercise and diet has kept him at his fighting best. Put him toe-to-toe with any normal man thirty years his younger, and Reginald will put him to the ground easy.
His nickname comes from his beard, of course: Reginald hasn't shaved the bastard in ten years, and it comes down to his sternum in a well-groomed wave. It's as gray as the rest of his hair, but Longbeard takes great pride in his facial hair. He was once heard joking that the bastard who takes his beard is "the bastard who'll kill me dead".
Reginald's brand is on his left bicep.
Biography
Reginald's been a mage his entire life. From the get-go, when he was born to a tough father and doting mother, he had an affinity. His mother told him how a heaping helping of dust pressed up against their little house on all sides when he was born. There was no doubt as to his purpose in life, and as soon as he was old enough, his father shipped him off to train with the mages.
Earth mages are not unique, especially not in the Living Lands, where nearly everything is dirt and dust. In fact, they are some of the most common, with pure-earth mages being a well-known and powerful section of the Mage Order. With an endless supply of bullets and a large collection of well-documented spells, it is easy to train in earth spells exclusively, and never need to branch out at all.
Therefore, it is not Longbeard's magic that makes him unique, but rather his age. Few Mages of the day live to be as old as he, with most dying in battles, duels, or by accident. But Reginald was careful, cunning, and above all else, stubborn. From his earliest days in the order, even as a young boy, his teachers had to urge him to take more risks, to try some of the bigger spells.
Partly due to his stubborn nature, and partly due to a fear of failure, Reginald refused. Instead, he took the basic spells and spent a decade mastering them. While other young Earth mages were creating enormous cavern systems, or branching into fire, air, or electricity, to name a few, Reginald was mastering geokinesis. He learned every possible way to shave time off his reload and his formation of bullets. He practiced creating stalagmites day after day, really just too scared to try anything harder.
And so when he passed the final exams to become a fully-licensed Mage, it was to the surprise of some of his friends and classmates. Reggie had never shown any impressive techniques at his practical display test, but it was his technical prowess which impressed the masters. Reggie quickfired faster than any earth mage in recent memory. His aim was on another level entirely, and clusters of slender, lethal stalagmites all but annihilated the simple targets that had been set up as makeshift enemies.
It could be argued that Longbeard's mastery of the basics is what has kept him alive so long. He knows his limits better than anyone, and he instinctively knows if a bit of magic will be too much for him. After mastering the basics, when Reggie finally mustered up the nerve to try some more interesting techniques, he found them almost trivial, while other mages struggled desperately. In fact, Longbeard even invented a few brand new spells, which belong to him alone.
More than that, his intimate knowledge of geokinesis allowed him to develop a style of fighting as fluid and organic as the demons they fought. He learned to zip around the battlefield, taking shots from upside-down, mid-flip, that most gunslingers would be proud to hit standing up and steady.
For years and years, Reggie patrolled the Living Lands, gaining a reputation as a stone-hearted man unphased by anything. The name stuck, and Stoneheart has been active ever since. Despite his nickname, Stoneheart was a good-natured man with a quiet sense of humor, but he was first-and-foremost known for his deadshot aim, and his skill with the earth and stone.
As he aged, Reggie knew he could no longer fight with such aplomb as he had in his younger years. He began adapting, using his agility spells to aid in movement, instead of amplifying it. He could still move as fast as a man thirty years younger, and jump a good deal higher through his magic. No more flips, of course, but with his aim and his powerful array of spells, Reginald no longer viewed acrobatics to be practical or 'cool'.
A decade back, in XXX6, an old flame of his told Reginald that "he still looked like a baby-faced prattle". Exactly that day, Reginald stopped shaving, in a foolish attempt to win that woman back. It didn't work, of course, but by the time he realized it wasn't working, he'd already gotten too many compliments on the beard to quit.
For ten years, he let his beard grow. Somewhere along the way he picked up the name Longbeard, and since he never told anyone to call him otherwise, Stoneheart gradually became Longbeard instead.
Now Longbeard is one of the oldest mages still active in the field. He is sought after by other mages for his years of experience and his more...tempered outlook on the world. The fiery youths think he has some secret to his success, so it's always amused him to watch their faces fall when he tells them about his own training.
Reginald is also asked along on many important missions into the Helscape, due to his honed senses, mastery of his craft, and the fact that even the Devil himself probably couldn't scare old Longbeard.
Combat Information
Mage Status:
Yes
Equipment:
Paradiso: Longbeard's old revolver, Paradiso has been around longer than most Mages. A special make by an old--and dead--friend, Paradiso has a seven shot barrel, which would make reloading difficult if not for Reggie's magical aptitude. As it happens, that extra shot has led to a few interesting standoffs, where the enemy loses by counting shots, and counting them incorrectly.
Bertha: An ancient weapon of stone and steel, Longbeard won this short, sharp knife off an Ancient fourty years ago. It's balanced for throwing, though Reggie tends to simply control the arc of the blade with magic when he does throw it. Most of the time it's used in close range, bolstered by magic.
Tamarand: In that same game, Longbeard won Tamarand--a spear of middling length, the point is made of steel and the shaft is made of stone, but to Reginald it weighs next to nothing.
Pouch of Stones: A simple pouch carrying a variety of stones and metals, from rubies and sapphires to marble chunks and obsidian flakes. Used in his spellcasting.
Spells - FIREARM:
Stone Bullets: Longbeard's specialty is, and always will be, the earth. His bullets come from the earth, carved from marble, granite, obsidian, or just plain rubble if need be. Gemstones are fair game as well. Certain materials like the aforementioned stone types increase his magic's strength, but any old earth will do. In that sense, Reginald really can never run out of ammunition. A simple flick of the wrist reloads his revolver, and he's ready to go again.
Underspear: By shooting a stone bullet at the ground, Longbeard can aim a quick spear of rock, erupting from the ground to skewer anything above it. This is one of the most basic earth spells one can learn, but Reginald's decades of refinement allow him to fire off bursts of stalagmites faster than the eye can blink. Can be cast with any weapon made of stone.
Chasm: Another common earth spell, a pair of shots opens up a deep canyon below the target, tracing the line between the two bullets. Useful for swallowing enemies whole, as the chasm only lasts for a short time. Or, in Longbeard's case, several chasms can be used to trap a land-based enemy in place.
Wall: A third simple spell, but made immeasurably more powerful through the use of granite, Wall, as it suggests, creates a wall of stone where the bullet hits the ground, protecting it's caster from incoming attacks. Can be cast with any weapon made of stone.
Sinkhole: A common, but complicated spell, Sinkhole creates a never-ending patch of dirt which looks identical to any other patch of dirt, with the slight difference of sucking anyone unlucky enough to be caught in it into an early and wet death. Used mainly as a trap.
Red Death: A specialty shot requiring rubies to function, this spell pulverizes the ruby into trillions of tiny shards, sending a cloud of razor sharp flecks toward enemies. If it breathes, the enemy inhales the shards and is cut to ribbons from the inside.
Guillotine: Requiring Obsidian to function, Guillotine is one of Longbeard's special creations. Upon firing, the bullet forms into a razor sharp disk, whirling at into enemies at bullet-speed. Guillotine returns in a linear path after being fired, often catching enemies unawares. Reginald has yet to find a material that the spell can't cut through.
Anchor: Sandstone based, Anchor is used to freeze enemies in place. Upon making contact with the enemy, a surprising amount of liquid sandstone flows over the target, hardening rapidly and preventing the target from moving. This works best for fast targets or flying enemies.
Boulder: Diamond based, the fired bullet grows to a massive size, steamrolling over anything in its path at ridiculously fast speeds.
Spells - OTHER:
Longbeard also maintains a variety of non-firearm based magic, of which the most prevalent are...
Flow: A movement spell which allows Longbeard to slide around on the ground as if roller-skating. While useful, it can also be dangerous, as if he is struck while Flow is active, Longbeard won't stop when he hits the ground. Instead, he will just keep sliding until the spell ends, after 15 seconds.
Launcher: Another movement spell in which a pair of small circles beneath him launch Longbeard into the air, letting him get a better angle on his opponents. Upon landing, the earth gently catches him to prevent damage. Only works with dirt or stone beneath his feet.
Geokinesis: Low level manipulation of stone, Longbeard can use geokinesis to create his bullets in a fraction of second, or to control his other weapons made of stone at a distance. This, for example, makes Longbeard's knife a deadly throwing weapon. |
3,939 | 91 | 0 | 2,462 | 214 | The beckon, a blue shaft of light that rose from the ground to the sky, gave of a vague sense of direction in its own right. Like remembering which direction a place is that you have been to a hundred times before, it was easy to follow if you let instinct guide you. The State of Missouri in the US where the beckon came from was a war zone. There signs of struggle all over, but the closer to the beckon you got, the less resistance you encounter.
The source of the beckon came from within a State Park and Reserve once named HaHaTanka State Park. Shortly after entering the park, there was a 20' tall wall made out of bedrock that seemed to have been built recently. The wall circled roughly a hundred acres of forest that seemed untouched by the ravages of the war that had struck the rest of the state. In one section of the wall was a large arch made of cold iron that accented a driveway leading off into the forest. A single, plain looking mail box stood there with "Dr. Simon" in cheap stick on letters.
Continuing to the beckon, you would come to a large, though rather unremarkable house. It was well taken care of, but not overly flamboyant. The rear of the house sported a large deck, and a dirt path leading to a branch of the Lake of the Ozarks where a small dock a boat sat. Across the Lake was a tall cliff wall, on top of which sat an old castle ruin. All of this was within the stone wall, and if it were followed, one would find that the wall continued into the water when it reached the lake.
If the front door is approached, an old looking, white haired man in a business suit would open it with a formal stance. "Greetings. Dr. Simon will be with you shortly, in the meantime, make yourself at home, and choose a room if you would like... or you can mark off a section of the grounds outside if you would be more comfortable there." He seemed completely unimpressable, and unconcerned with the physical appearance of the guest.
The interior of the house was sparsely decorated, containing mostly essential furniture for comfort and storage. The exception to this was the dining room which was decorated like a medieval dining hall with a table set for 20 people. There were bowls of fruit from around ten world, and platters of various kinds of bread. The kitchen was modern, normal in every way except the fridge and pantry, which were rather both walk-in and stocked with enough food to feed a village for a month. There were ten bedrooms, each decorated in different themes, from modern to Arabian, from medieval to oriental.
The forest was healthy and vibrant, laced with natural energies for those who were attuned to it. Natural spring flow soothingly throughout, emptying into the lake. The lake, this side of the wall was heavily populated with fish as if they had been stocked there, even though they had open access to the rest of the lake. | Name: Sytha
Species: Lamia
Civilized or uncivilized: A bit inbetween
She has sharp fangs and the ability to unhinge her jaw to open her mouth wider. She is about 15ft long.
Mundane skills: Sytha is quite strong and quick. She has a fundamental idea machinery and electronics. She has a venomous bite.
Powers: Sytha can conduct electricity throughout her and can absorb and store it inside herself. She also can do a form of hypnosis, usually to lure prey.
History: Sytha was hatched and raised in an underground lake. She would not often stray far from the water but she once came across a group of humans who wore strange gear and hats with lights. Sytha would watch these spelunkers as they took pictures and explored her home. She was able to seperate one from the group and lure him away from his friends. But instead of eating him, she found interest in him. Sytha would talk with him and tell him about her family and he would tell her about his family and where he came from. Sytha was falling for him. The man had to return to the surface but promised Sytha that he would return to take her up to the surface. So she waited by where they would usually meet. For several days she waited until she found where the entrance was to the surface that they would take. |
3,940 | 91 | 1 | 37 | 1,038 | It had been several days since Alnnar arrived at the mansion. For those days he had little company, save for the butler, but for him this was normal. Until that man came to him in the desert it had been nearly a hundred years since he had any contact with people. Though for him this was a short time. Since he was not wandering, he found there was little to do. He had a room, but he had only been in it once. He didn't really own anything except for his clothes and his sword. Neither did he require much sleep. He spent the last few days training and meditating. The human didn't seem to bother him at all, after the first day learning that the Jinn required very little. His fires sustaining him.
He had also wandered around the grounds. Studding them, learning what he could. This was not his desert where he had the advantage terrain. Besides a wanderer, he was also a warrior and knew full well the advantage of understanding and knowing your surroundings. Looking for good places to defend and strike out should the situation require it. Other then that it had been quite and almost like home in that since. Though on this morning he was on the roof of the house. Sitting with his legs crossed, hovering in the air. His fingers interlaced with the exception of his index fingers, which here straight out touching at the tips, his thumbs going the opposite direction. His eyes were closed as he hovered there, and the air around him rippled and was distorted by the heat emanating from his body. Making it seem like he was a mirage as anyone looking at him would see his form distorted by the heat. | Name: Maru
Species: Deer Faun
Civilized or uncivilized: Uncivilized
Mundane skills: Maru is highly skilled at tracking and hiding, she's an expert with a bow and sword and her leader skills are adept as well.
Powers: Maru has element powers, she can make rock move, plants move and conjure and control fire as well as the lesser ability to communicate with animals.
The Deer Faun have these powers to better help nature, the ability to move rocks helps the Deer Faun make homes or homes for other animals. Fire they use to clear out dead brush or to give animals proper burials. Maru can move plants and control the way they shape, if a tree is growing sideways Maru can right it.
History: Maru grew up deep in the jungle in a tribe, the deer faun are like satyrs but taller, faster, more agile and of course have deer antlers, ears, legs and tails, they generally live up to two hundred years old. They are a close knit group that tends to the old jungle, helping it grow and thrive. They are like savages in the fact that they've never before seen civilization, they aren't a hostile group, being that it'd take a lot of effort to make a deer faun attack you, they had humans enter the jungle before and they simply retreated further into the wood without notice, though they will defend their home and tribe if attacked.
Maru lived a long time in the confines of the jungle, she was leader of her people, the tribe had a human with them, a scientist that had been adamant about learning their ways, she'd spent a good year at the edges of the tribe waiting for them to get used to her presence, studying them, jotting things down in a note book. When the epidemic hit, even the human alone in a mass jungle with a bunch of deer faun fell into the coma, then the plant like aliens came, wrecking havoc to both the forest and the tribe, Maru was the only one who'd made it out, their elder telling her to run and never look back. Maru ran, ran far on her long elegant legs, she ran until she happened upon civilization or what was left then hid. |
3,941 | 91 | 2 | 2,002 | 2,690 | As if by magic, Byis Shrug was now starting into what seemed like a lush forest when he had just been in the freezing tundra of his home. The Yeti walked in with a huge grin on his face and his musket in his hand. This was by far one of the coolest things he had seen in a while and even more amazing was the architecture before him. He stared at the house in awe as it seemed to be so different from the homes once used by his fellow villagers. After thoroughly looking the house up and down he noticed something weird on the roof of the house. He didn't know what it was but it looked somewhat human like but also very... hazy. "Hey! Who are you?! Do you live here!?" Byis yelled to the stranger. Byis began sweating a little, he wasn't used to the increase in temperature and his mounds of fur defiantly weren't helping. | Name: Byis Phrug
Species: Yeti
Civilized or uncivilized: mostly Uncivilized (like a Hermit)
Mundane skills: Byis is a master tracker and has an uncanny spatial awareness allowing him to track a polar bear in a snowstorm. He is a decent shot with a gun and has been known to shoot down birds around his home. Byis's greatest ability is his sparring capabilities, there's a reason why it's abominable snowman and not abominable snowmen.
Powers: Byis has strength greater then his proportionate size allowing him to display amazing feats of strength such as lifting boulders three times his size with little effort. Along with his amazing strength he has very dense bones and muscles making it harder to actually harm him than a normal animal. Byis is also capable of generating cold fields around himself or others, essentially making a certain spot's temperature drop by several degrees. He can also channel the aforementioned power into more concentrated blasts, basically allowing him to shoot snow (or in prime conditions, ice) at enemies. Although not actually a power, Byis always carries around a human made hunting rife for when his freezing powers are ineffective and he can't get within punching range.
History: Byis was born into the small sect of Sasquatches living in a cave in the Himalayas a few thousands of years ago. The Himalayan Sasquatchsee were cast out from their previous tribe of 'Squatchs due to their horrible hobby. The SasquatchEd of the Himalayas began calling themselves Yetis to tell themselves apart from their former tribe. Byis was the last Yeti to be born before the group's untimely demise. The Yeti's regularly hunted the primitive humans that lived near their home for sport, much to the displeasure of both the humans and Sasquatchsee. Byis was brought up to think of humans as nothing more then animals and thought that killing them was no different than killing a goat. Byis was one of the weaker of his clan so he didn't regularly get brought along to hunt humans but that didn't stop him from seeing them like animals.
One day when Byis was much older he managed to get separated from his group while going on a hunting trip that he was rarely allowed to participate in. Due to his lack of experience outside of his home, Byis couldn't find his way back home. He was beginning to loose hope when he managed to come across a human town. Looking for a meal and not a fight, Byis did his best to keep into the small village but was spotted almost immediately by one of the residents. Both were stunned with fear as Byis was a giant lumbering beast and the man was carrying around one of the new 'Boom-sticks' that hunters had told stories about. Neither moved for a long time, simply staring at one another, awaiting their end but when neither was struck down they came to the conclusion that the other didn't want to get into a fight. Suddenly something happened that completely changed his perspective of the human. The human before him spoke. Byis was stunned once more, how could an animal like the human speak his tongue? Byis and the human managed to form an uneasy bond in the few hours that they were together and shared their culture's opposing views on each other's people.
Hours turned to days and days turned to weeks and soon Byis had been staying at the town long enough that everyone was somewhat adjusted to him. He had learned so much from his human friends and decided that what his people were doing was wrong. Eventually he took an oath to stop his kind from killing off anymore humans, permanently.
Byis scrounged up some towns folk and they took to the mountains, looking once more for Byis's home in the hopes to put the Yeti scourge to an end. With much effort and countless man hours the group happened upon Byis's home. The band of men and monster knew that they likely couldn't take the group head on but they did know a way to take out a good chunk of the population, if not all of them. Using the humans' explosives, the group managed to cause an avalanche above the cave entrance, trapping the monsters within. Now with no home Byis was invited to live in the village with the human which he gladly agreed to. As time went on the humans' bred and died but sadly they ultimately died out all together leaving Byis Phrug as the last of the village and also last of his kind.
-Yeti's are a human hunting tribe of Sasquatches
-Byis is the last born of the Yetis
-Byis was sheltered
-Got separated from hunting group
-Made friends with human town
-Trapped Yeti tribe in cave with help from Humans
-Lived with Humans in town until they died out leaving him all alone. |
3,942 | 91 | 3 | 355 | 686 | Angel- Unknown CaveIt wouldn't take too long for Angel to get her peace. Whether it was because she had gotten far enough away from the fight, or because the things had learned to leave her alone was impossible to tell, what was for sure was that No one was going to bother her... until now.
It was late in the evening, the sun half covered in the horizon, leaving the sky in deep reds and oranges. It was still, with only a slight breeze to provide any kind of sound. In the silence, his voice came out a little louder than he had intended, though there was no helping that. "This seems to be an awfully big wait of your talents, don't you think?" The voice didn't seem to have a source, or a definite location. At first, it seemed to come from different shadows, then it just seemed to come from everywhere around her. "It must be so demeaning to cower in a hole like some kind of animal. Would you be willing to play nice long enough to regain some of your dignity? " The voice was a man's, sounding roughly middle aged. It was not harsh, but sounded genuinely sympathetic.
Angel's voice was subtle, she clung to the cave. "A waste of talents. No. Preserving them. I know who you are, and no. Leave." She stated bluntly, clutching the hilt of her sword. "A coward? No, a coward is a person who is contemptibly lacking in the courage to do or endure dangerous or unpleasant things. I have courage. I just know the outcome of this pathetic piss fight. Leave." Angel released her grip. "You've made an error thinking you have me where you want. This is MY DOMAIN!"
The voice was silent for a long moment before returning "I believe you are mistaken in my intent, and the situation at hand. This is not a piss test, the world is being invaded. The humans are incapacitated, and if actions are not taken with care, You will be 'preparing' for a lifeless rock floating through space... if you are lucky. I know you are immortal, so I would assume you also know there are far worse things than death. I am putting together a team to try and prevent the world from ending. You are invited, or you can stay here with the impression that the world is out to get you, because it is likely that it soon will be if we don't succeed." The voice did not return, but there was a vague sense of a direction far off in the distance. A beckon of sorts, that would show at night as a thin blue light from somewhere in the middle of America.
"Death is a cure for us. So i welcome it. But i suppose I could aid you." Angel added, calming down and stepping into the one beam of light. "Im invited, who else is their. i dont work well with others." She was waiting for the male to step fourth and reveal himself. She knew it was, the leader of the freedom, a fellow vampire, Dracula. | Alnnar Alhiam
Species: Jinn-Ifrit
Civilized or uncivilized: Between
Mundane skills: Alnnar is a Master Swords man and a hardened warrior having fought in many battles over his long life time. He is also very adept at Navigation. Living most of his life as a nomad, wandering the deserts he learned how to navigate by the sun and stars seeing as there were never any landmarks. Besides that he needs little to sustain himself so never had any reason to learn more skill then that. He is also very good at tracking, though mostly only in deserts where he feels more at home.
Powers: Alnnar is a warrior, and uses the fires inside of himself to fight, able to produce and control his own flames, but fire that is no his he has no power over. As well as being very strong and agile. His body can even turn to smoke and he can hover above the ground. Not flight but he can use this guide his decent. Once in his Released form, his strength grows immensely at the cost of his agility, also the fires inside of him grow hotter and can no longer be contained in his body flicking off of him and making his hands and feet glow red hot, making him unable to touch anything with out destroying it.
History: As man was created of the Earth, Angles of the havens, the Jinn were made of fire. The Jinn were more akin to humans though, having free will and live in societies much like humans. Though unlike humans they are immortals and broken into five races: the Marid (the strongest type), the Ifrit, the Shaitan, the Jinn, and the Jann (the weakest type). Once reaching maturity they no longer age and can not die of natural means. Alnnar is an Ifrit and has walked the earth since before history. Being a Ceaseless wanderer he has never belonged to any tribe or kingdom of Jinn or human. Choosing instead to wander the deserts of his homeland and working as a mercenary of sorts. Though as time went on and the Jinn turned to my and legend, caring little for humanity and living in the unseen world. Alnnar chose to say on the physical plane.
He watched as mankind changed, soon tribes became kingdoms, kingdoms became nations. Fact became legend, legend became myth and the world grew larger and larger, but soon started to shrink once more. But he kept his wandering ways often time not coming in contact with humans for hundreds of years. He would return to villages he once visited to find massive cities, the friends he had died hundreds of years ago. Soon people from all corners of world started coming, offering trade and commerce. Great crusades and Jihads rose and fell, and Alnnar watched it all. Sometimes selling his swords as well.
Though as the world erupted into war once more he simple vanished. No longer in contact with humans, choosing to stay to his desert. |
3,943 | 91 | 4 | 773 | 335 | Eth sighed loudly scratching his head, he had tried six cars already tossing the inhabitants out onto the streets. It wasn't that he didn't care what happened to them, he pretty much considered them dead anyways so what more could happen? It had been apparent to him that all the cars were filled with turpintine instead of gas, well that happened when they say for too long.
Gathering an idea he attempted to modify his dna a bit to try and grow wings, that only worked so well as the feathers fell off and the bones were too dense. Shaking his head he pointed at a hawk, from out of his finger blood welled up and solidified shooting in the direction his finger lead it. "Well damn..." he said missing, if his range of control was larger he would have honed in on it. Though things being as they were only the first few feet were available to him. So he decided to lead the target shooting multiple times, the eighth one landed bringing the osprey down.
Rushing to the landing site he quickly absorbed some of the blood and studied it viciously. After some time he grew the wings he wanted and learned something new. It seemed to him that quantity of blood seemed to have a deeper effect than the quality of his work. So after the head ache died down he took flight, his powerful wings lifted him up into the sky and after a moment of going up he couldn't quite figure how to move forward.
Trying as many ways as he could he ended up finding many directions to go, but none of them the one he wanted. Eventually he simply decided to glide to his destination, only going up when he got to close to the ground for comfort. After too long he descended to where he figured would be appropriate and began to shout "I'm hereeeee~" Promptly afterwards he started to search for signs of sentient life. | Name: Eth Tenshi
Species: Blood Weaver formerly human.
Civilized or uncivilized: Civilized when he isn't having a mental or emotional break down.
Mundane skills: Innate muscle memory, he experiance a movement once and he generally remembers it and can mimic, this includes offensive, defensive, and mundane movements. Natural lie detector, slight computer skills, he can repair and boost computers as it really is not that hard. General trouble shooting, not everything has an answer readily, but even the secrets of space will unravel with time.
Powers: Most humans have twelve pints of blood, it would be a shame if you were to assume the same of Eth since his blood is nearly unlimited. While he can die, bleeding him out is not a realistic option, you would be more succesful to cut his head off, rip out his heart, or burn him in a deep fire. He currently has the ability to manipulate his own blood at least six feet away from his body, by form of crystalized blood, bone, flesh, and fluid blood. While he can regenerate and slightly heal others his ability comes with a mental and emotional toll of ten causing him to have migraines or bipolar like attitude.
History: Eth lived a pretty boring life most of his life, other than the drugs, fighting, and loud music. Not that he was a bad person, he simply wished to enjoy life to its fullest, sans the hard drugs, fuck the hard drugs. He had a personal rule not to try anything of the medium type more than once, twice a good while later if he liked it well enough.
As for fighting, well, that was simply to feed his body as much experiance as possible. You never knew when such things were needed, for example the apocalypse. Of which he had been in a coma for two months, and a month prior his body being prepared for something, a calling if you will. Shaping and molding him into a eternal being that had once been very finite, and when he first awoke his body showed little signs of larthagy. No muscle loss, no delayed motor functions, and best of all a weird sense of what his blood had been doing.
At first he was curious as to why he had awoken. He had never expected to see sun light again, not that he had seen sun light by any means. He had been semi crushed under the building that he resided, with a rather large pool of blood under him. At first he panicked after his curiosity, isn't this simply natural? Then in his hay wired state a surge of power erupted from around him pushing the walls and ceiling around him away.
Then came the creatures, but with as much blood as he had around him it was impossible for them to prevail as his instincts kicked into high gear slaughtering anything in his sight. With a miraculous memory of body he immigrated his abilities until he mastered the basics.
Finding that doing so made him famished for oranges, lemons, limes, or anything acidic really. It appeared to him that his body ran entirely off his own blood, and acids, but he occationally craved food. More for taste however, he will fall madly in love for anyone who can cook. Being that they are female of course. |
3,944 | 91 | 5 | 355 | 686 | <ignore> | Alnnar Alhiam
Species: Jinn-Ifrit
Civilized or uncivilized: Between
Mundane skills: Alnnar is a Master Swords man and a hardened warrior having fought in many battles over his long life time. He is also very adept at Navigation. Living most of his life as a nomad, wandering the deserts he learned how to navigate by the sun and stars seeing as there were never any landmarks. Besides that he needs little to sustain himself so never had any reason to learn more skill then that. He is also very good at tracking, though mostly only in deserts where he feels more at home.
Powers: Alnnar is a warrior, and uses the fires inside of himself to fight, able to produce and control his own flames, but fire that is no his he has no power over. As well as being very strong and agile. His body can even turn to smoke and he can hover above the ground. Not flight but he can use this guide his decent. Once in his Released form, his strength grows immensely at the cost of his agility, also the fires inside of him grow hotter and can no longer be contained in his body flicking off of him and making his hands and feet glow red hot, making him unable to touch anything with out destroying it.
History: As man was created of the Earth, Angles of the havens, the Jinn were made of fire. The Jinn were more akin to humans though, having free will and live in societies much like humans. Though unlike humans they are immortals and broken into five races: the Marid (the strongest type), the Ifrit, the Shaitan, the Jinn, and the Jann (the weakest type). Once reaching maturity they no longer age and can not die of natural means. Alnnar is an Ifrit and has walked the earth since before history. Being a Ceaseless wanderer he has never belonged to any tribe or kingdom of Jinn or human. Choosing instead to wander the deserts of his homeland and working as a mercenary of sorts. Though as time went on and the Jinn turned to my and legend, caring little for humanity and living in the unseen world. Alnnar chose to say on the physical plane.
He watched as mankind changed, soon tribes became kingdoms, kingdoms became nations. Fact became legend, legend became myth and the world grew larger and larger, but soon started to shrink once more. But he kept his wandering ways often time not coming in contact with humans for hundreds of years. He would return to villages he once visited to find massive cities, the friends he had died hundreds of years ago. Soon people from all corners of world started coming, offering trade and commerce. Great crusades and Jihads rose and fell, and Alnnar watched it all. Sometimes selling his swords as well.
Though as the world erupted into war once more he simple vanished. No longer in contact with humans, choosing to stay to his desert. |
3,945 | 91 | 6 | 37 | 1,038 | Sytha stared at the beacon nearby, sort of in a trance from it's bright light. She never seen anything that bright. Shaking out of the awe, Sytha started to make her way to the large building. She made a list in her head to make sure she did everything she was told to do. Warn her family. Check. Take her friend down inside the tunnels. Check.
Sytha was in deep thought on her way over. It took her a little bit longer since she had to avoid the lake, but she found herself lucky it wasn't too far. She flicked her tongue when she the wall, taking in her surroundings. It was quite beautiful. She was told about trees but she had never seen any this big, only small, dead ones.
She came around the backside of the house and had to make her way around to where she could find a way in, for the wall was too far to climb. Sytha slithered in between the trees until she came across the mailbox and a path that led to the entrance of the man's lair. She followed the path until she spotted the house and stopped. Sytha hissed quietly when she saw someone on the porch and she his behind one of the trees. | Name: Maru
Species: Deer Faun
Civilized or uncivilized: Uncivilized
Mundane skills: Maru is highly skilled at tracking and hiding, she's an expert with a bow and sword and her leader skills are adept as well.
Powers: Maru has element powers, she can make rock move, plants move and conjure and control fire as well as the lesser ability to communicate with animals.
The Deer Faun have these powers to better help nature, the ability to move rocks helps the Deer Faun make homes or homes for other animals. Fire they use to clear out dead brush or to give animals proper burials. Maru can move plants and control the way they shape, if a tree is growing sideways Maru can right it.
History: Maru grew up deep in the jungle in a tribe, the deer faun are like satyrs but taller, faster, more agile and of course have deer antlers, ears, legs and tails, they generally live up to two hundred years old. They are a close knit group that tends to the old jungle, helping it grow and thrive. They are like savages in the fact that they've never before seen civilization, they aren't a hostile group, being that it'd take a lot of effort to make a deer faun attack you, they had humans enter the jungle before and they simply retreated further into the wood without notice, though they will defend their home and tribe if attacked.
Maru lived a long time in the confines of the jungle, she was leader of her people, the tribe had a human with them, a scientist that had been adamant about learning their ways, she'd spent a good year at the edges of the tribe waiting for them to get used to her presence, studying them, jotting things down in a note book. When the epidemic hit, even the human alone in a mass jungle with a bunch of deer faun fell into the coma, then the plant like aliens came, wrecking havoc to both the forest and the tribe, Maru was the only one who'd made it out, their elder telling her to run and never look back. Maru ran, ran far on her long elegant legs, she ran until she happened upon civilization or what was left then hid. |
3,946 | 91 | 7 | 2,002 | 2,690 | Byis was a little thrown off by the 'only other two' comment from the strange fire guy going as Alnnar but when he saw a girl leap down in front of the door he assumed that was the one he was talking about. "I'm Byis, Byis Phrug." he said holding out his hand for a handshake. Byis remembered back when he first moved into the village everyone kept shaking his hand and though it seemed weird at the time he had since come to yearn for that kind of interaction with other intelligent beasts. Just by looking at Alnnar, Byis guessed that they were polar opposites of each other, pun intended. Aligner seemed to have some heavy duty fire powers while Byis had some minor control of the cold, Alnnar seemed to be fairly formal and ominous and Byis thought of himself to be just sort of out there. | Name: Byis Phrug
Species: Yeti
Civilized or uncivilized: mostly Uncivilized (like a Hermit)
Mundane skills: Byis is a master tracker and has an uncanny spatial awareness allowing him to track a polar bear in a snowstorm. He is a decent shot with a gun and has been known to shoot down birds around his home. Byis's greatest ability is his sparring capabilities, there's a reason why it's abominable snowman and not abominable snowmen.
Powers: Byis has strength greater then his proportionate size allowing him to display amazing feats of strength such as lifting boulders three times his size with little effort. Along with his amazing strength he has very dense bones and muscles making it harder to actually harm him than a normal animal. Byis is also capable of generating cold fields around himself or others, essentially making a certain spot's temperature drop by several degrees. He can also channel the aforementioned power into more concentrated blasts, basically allowing him to shoot snow (or in prime conditions, ice) at enemies. Although not actually a power, Byis always carries around a human made hunting rife for when his freezing powers are ineffective and he can't get within punching range.
History: Byis was born into the small sect of Sasquatches living in a cave in the Himalayas a few thousands of years ago. The Himalayan Sasquatchsee were cast out from their previous tribe of 'Squatchs due to their horrible hobby. The SasquatchEd of the Himalayas began calling themselves Yetis to tell themselves apart from their former tribe. Byis was the last Yeti to be born before the group's untimely demise. The Yeti's regularly hunted the primitive humans that lived near their home for sport, much to the displeasure of both the humans and Sasquatchsee. Byis was brought up to think of humans as nothing more then animals and thought that killing them was no different than killing a goat. Byis was one of the weaker of his clan so he didn't regularly get brought along to hunt humans but that didn't stop him from seeing them like animals.
One day when Byis was much older he managed to get separated from his group while going on a hunting trip that he was rarely allowed to participate in. Due to his lack of experience outside of his home, Byis couldn't find his way back home. He was beginning to loose hope when he managed to come across a human town. Looking for a meal and not a fight, Byis did his best to keep into the small village but was spotted almost immediately by one of the residents. Both were stunned with fear as Byis was a giant lumbering beast and the man was carrying around one of the new 'Boom-sticks' that hunters had told stories about. Neither moved for a long time, simply staring at one another, awaiting their end but when neither was struck down they came to the conclusion that the other didn't want to get into a fight. Suddenly something happened that completely changed his perspective of the human. The human before him spoke. Byis was stunned once more, how could an animal like the human speak his tongue? Byis and the human managed to form an uneasy bond in the few hours that they were together and shared their culture's opposing views on each other's people.
Hours turned to days and days turned to weeks and soon Byis had been staying at the town long enough that everyone was somewhat adjusted to him. He had learned so much from his human friends and decided that what his people were doing was wrong. Eventually he took an oath to stop his kind from killing off anymore humans, permanently.
Byis scrounged up some towns folk and they took to the mountains, looking once more for Byis's home in the hopes to put the Yeti scourge to an end. With much effort and countless man hours the group happened upon Byis's home. The band of men and monster knew that they likely couldn't take the group head on but they did know a way to take out a good chunk of the population, if not all of them. Using the humans' explosives, the group managed to cause an avalanche above the cave entrance, trapping the monsters within. Now with no home Byis was invited to live in the village with the human which he gladly agreed to. As time went on the humans' bred and died but sadly they ultimately died out all together leaving Byis Phrug as the last of the village and also last of his kind.
-Yeti's are a human hunting tribe of Sasquatches
-Byis is the last born of the Yetis
-Byis was sheltered
-Got separated from hunting group
-Made friends with human town
-Trapped Yeti tribe in cave with help from Humans
-Lived with Humans in town until they died out leaving him all alone. |
3,947 | 91 | 8 | 773 | 335 | With a shrug Eth launched himself into the sky twisting so that his back was over the roof, as he arced past the roof he folded his wings and nose dived to the front of the not so humble abode. Before he touched ground he flipped right side up and unfurled his wings a gust of wind following him. Lightly he touched ground and refolded his wings, he saw a robes person a few feet away "Hello, I'm guessing the doctor found you as well?" He said in an enthusiastic way, as he got closer something in his head went off. This one, this girl, she was not alive. Puzzled he jumped back something didn't seem quite right to him, but he lost the feeling all the same.
He studied her for a moment and then scratched the back of his head "I'm Eth, I supposed a proper feasting is not enough of an apology for reacting in such a way..." He trailed not sure what to say or how to act. After all this could have been a trap, or another dream, he had no idea what to expect at this point. | Name: Eth Tenshi
Species: Blood Weaver formerly human.
Civilized or uncivilized: Civilized when he isn't having a mental or emotional break down.
Mundane skills: Innate muscle memory, he experiance a movement once and he generally remembers it and can mimic, this includes offensive, defensive, and mundane movements. Natural lie detector, slight computer skills, he can repair and boost computers as it really is not that hard. General trouble shooting, not everything has an answer readily, but even the secrets of space will unravel with time.
Powers: Most humans have twelve pints of blood, it would be a shame if you were to assume the same of Eth since his blood is nearly unlimited. While he can die, bleeding him out is not a realistic option, you would be more succesful to cut his head off, rip out his heart, or burn him in a deep fire. He currently has the ability to manipulate his own blood at least six feet away from his body, by form of crystalized blood, bone, flesh, and fluid blood. While he can regenerate and slightly heal others his ability comes with a mental and emotional toll of ten causing him to have migraines or bipolar like attitude.
History: Eth lived a pretty boring life most of his life, other than the drugs, fighting, and loud music. Not that he was a bad person, he simply wished to enjoy life to its fullest, sans the hard drugs, fuck the hard drugs. He had a personal rule not to try anything of the medium type more than once, twice a good while later if he liked it well enough.
As for fighting, well, that was simply to feed his body as much experiance as possible. You never knew when such things were needed, for example the apocalypse. Of which he had been in a coma for two months, and a month prior his body being prepared for something, a calling if you will. Shaping and molding him into a eternal being that had once been very finite, and when he first awoke his body showed little signs of larthagy. No muscle loss, no delayed motor functions, and best of all a weird sense of what his blood had been doing.
At first he was curious as to why he had awoken. He had never expected to see sun light again, not that he had seen sun light by any means. He had been semi crushed under the building that he resided, with a rather large pool of blood under him. At first he panicked after his curiosity, isn't this simply natural? Then in his hay wired state a surge of power erupted from around him pushing the walls and ceiling around him away.
Then came the creatures, but with as much blood as he had around him it was impossible for them to prevail as his instincts kicked into high gear slaughtering anything in his sight. With a miraculous memory of body he immigrated his abilities until he mastered the basics.
Finding that doing so made him famished for oranges, lemons, limes, or anything acidic really. It appeared to him that his body ran entirely off his own blood, and acids, but he occationally craved food. More for taste however, he will fall madly in love for anyone who can cook. Being that they are female of course. |
3,948 | 91 | 9 | 2,462 | 214 | The front door slowly opened, showing the old butler. His left brow rose, showing the first sign of expression. "Good, you have arrived. The doctor will see you all in the dining hall shortly. I have been instructed to inform you and the snake lady that there are bottles of blood in The fridge if you would like." He stepped aside to permit entrance. With the flick of a switch a message chimed out of a speaker on top of the roof. "The Doctor Will see you in the dining room," Echoed out over the property.
The butler looked, and smelled human, though had a slight smell like a high school chemistry lab. Simon was not in the dining room yet, though there was a prepared meal under a metal lid at each of the 20 seats. Steaks, sloppy Joe's, burgers, hot dogs, chicken, salads, ham, shark steak, shrimp, and a myriad of sides.
As the Lamia entered, the butler said softly. "I am to inform you that there is blood in the metal box that is cold in the room to the right. I am also to reassure you that I will be gathering your friends while you are meeting with the doctor." That is all he says, as if he didn't know what else to say. | Name: Sytha
Species: Lamia
Civilized or uncivilized: A bit inbetween
She has sharp fangs and the ability to unhinge her jaw to open her mouth wider. She is about 15ft long.
Mundane skills: Sytha is quite strong and quick. She has a fundamental idea machinery and electronics. She has a venomous bite.
Powers: Sytha can conduct electricity throughout her and can absorb and store it inside herself. She also can do a form of hypnosis, usually to lure prey.
History: Sytha was hatched and raised in an underground lake. She would not often stray far from the water but she once came across a group of humans who wore strange gear and hats with lights. Sytha would watch these spelunkers as they took pictures and explored her home. She was able to seperate one from the group and lure him away from his friends. But instead of eating him, she found interest in him. Sytha would talk with him and tell him about her family and he would tell her about his family and where he came from. Sytha was falling for him. The man had to return to the surface but promised Sytha that he would return to take her up to the surface. So she waited by where they would usually meet. For several days she waited until she found where the entrance was to the surface that they would take. |
3,949 | 91 | 10 | 2,002 | 2,690 | Sytha nodded, staring at the butler as she entered. Something made her nervous about him, but if the doctor trusted him, she should. She was not quite so sure about the others. She had never seen their kind before in her life and she was coming up with ideas on how to defend herself if the time comes. It took a minute to get her whole body through the entryway and she entered the room to the right.
She flicked her tongue, looking for the scent of the blood, until she spotted the metal box. Sytha opened it and pulled out a bottle before returning back to the entryway. | Name: Byis Phrug
Species: Yeti
Civilized or uncivilized: mostly Uncivilized (like a Hermit)
Mundane skills: Byis is a master tracker and has an uncanny spatial awareness allowing him to track a polar bear in a snowstorm. He is a decent shot with a gun and has been known to shoot down birds around his home. Byis's greatest ability is his sparring capabilities, there's a reason why it's abominable snowman and not abominable snowmen.
Powers: Byis has strength greater then his proportionate size allowing him to display amazing feats of strength such as lifting boulders three times his size with little effort. Along with his amazing strength he has very dense bones and muscles making it harder to actually harm him than a normal animal. Byis is also capable of generating cold fields around himself or others, essentially making a certain spot's temperature drop by several degrees. He can also channel the aforementioned power into more concentrated blasts, basically allowing him to shoot snow (or in prime conditions, ice) at enemies. Although not actually a power, Byis always carries around a human made hunting rife for when his freezing powers are ineffective and he can't get within punching range.
History: Byis was born into the small sect of Sasquatches living in a cave in the Himalayas a few thousands of years ago. The Himalayan Sasquatchsee were cast out from their previous tribe of 'Squatchs due to their horrible hobby. The SasquatchEd of the Himalayas began calling themselves Yetis to tell themselves apart from their former tribe. Byis was the last Yeti to be born before the group's untimely demise. The Yeti's regularly hunted the primitive humans that lived near their home for sport, much to the displeasure of both the humans and Sasquatchsee. Byis was brought up to think of humans as nothing more then animals and thought that killing them was no different than killing a goat. Byis was one of the weaker of his clan so he didn't regularly get brought along to hunt humans but that didn't stop him from seeing them like animals.
One day when Byis was much older he managed to get separated from his group while going on a hunting trip that he was rarely allowed to participate in. Due to his lack of experience outside of his home, Byis couldn't find his way back home. He was beginning to loose hope when he managed to come across a human town. Looking for a meal and not a fight, Byis did his best to keep into the small village but was spotted almost immediately by one of the residents. Both were stunned with fear as Byis was a giant lumbering beast and the man was carrying around one of the new 'Boom-sticks' that hunters had told stories about. Neither moved for a long time, simply staring at one another, awaiting their end but when neither was struck down they came to the conclusion that the other didn't want to get into a fight. Suddenly something happened that completely changed his perspective of the human. The human before him spoke. Byis was stunned once more, how could an animal like the human speak his tongue? Byis and the human managed to form an uneasy bond in the few hours that they were together and shared their culture's opposing views on each other's people.
Hours turned to days and days turned to weeks and soon Byis had been staying at the town long enough that everyone was somewhat adjusted to him. He had learned so much from his human friends and decided that what his people were doing was wrong. Eventually he took an oath to stop his kind from killing off anymore humans, permanently.
Byis scrounged up some towns folk and they took to the mountains, looking once more for Byis's home in the hopes to put the Yeti scourge to an end. With much effort and countless man hours the group happened upon Byis's home. The band of men and monster knew that they likely couldn't take the group head on but they did know a way to take out a good chunk of the population, if not all of them. Using the humans' explosives, the group managed to cause an avalanche above the cave entrance, trapping the monsters within. Now with no home Byis was invited to live in the village with the human which he gladly agreed to. As time went on the humans' bred and died but sadly they ultimately died out all together leaving Byis Phrug as the last of the village and also last of his kind.
-Yeti's are a human hunting tribe of Sasquatches
-Byis is the last born of the Yetis
-Byis was sheltered
-Got separated from hunting group
-Made friends with human town
-Trapped Yeti tribe in cave with help from Humans
-Lived with Humans in town until they died out leaving him all alone. |
3,950 | 91 | 11 | 37 | 1,038 | Maru was trying to build up the courage to go forward and meet the other creatures that had seemed to come here with an invitation from the same man as her when a strangely dressed man approached her, she'd only ever seen a human twice before, the scientist that was studying her herd or the man who had pointed her way to safety. The man didn't smell human and she took a small step backwards, her ears twitched forward when he spoke to her, he insisted that she'd be safe when the chimes went off, she flinched and her eyes widened as she traced the sorce of the sound.
she hadn't realized how hungry she was until dark man in front of her and the noise from the building mentioned food, she blew out a long breath out her nose then glanced at the man before stepping forward out of the darkness of the trees, she edged close to the building, the rise and fall of her chest fast as she moved closer, she glanced back to see if the man was coming. | Name: Maru
Species: Deer Faun
Civilized or uncivilized: Uncivilized
Mundane skills: Maru is highly skilled at tracking and hiding, she's an expert with a bow and sword and her leader skills are adept as well.
Powers: Maru has element powers, she can make rock move, plants move and conjure and control fire as well as the lesser ability to communicate with animals.
The Deer Faun have these powers to better help nature, the ability to move rocks helps the Deer Faun make homes or homes for other animals. Fire they use to clear out dead brush or to give animals proper burials. Maru can move plants and control the way they shape, if a tree is growing sideways Maru can right it.
History: Maru grew up deep in the jungle in a tribe, the deer faun are like satyrs but taller, faster, more agile and of course have deer antlers, ears, legs and tails, they generally live up to two hundred years old. They are a close knit group that tends to the old jungle, helping it grow and thrive. They are like savages in the fact that they've never before seen civilization, they aren't a hostile group, being that it'd take a lot of effort to make a deer faun attack you, they had humans enter the jungle before and they simply retreated further into the wood without notice, though they will defend their home and tribe if attacked.
Maru lived a long time in the confines of the jungle, she was leader of her people, the tribe had a human with them, a scientist that had been adamant about learning their ways, she'd spent a good year at the edges of the tribe waiting for them to get used to her presence, studying them, jotting things down in a note book. When the epidemic hit, even the human alone in a mass jungle with a bunch of deer faun fell into the coma, then the plant like aliens came, wrecking havoc to both the forest and the tribe, Maru was the only one who'd made it out, their elder telling her to run and never look back. Maru ran, ran far on her long elegant legs, she ran until she happened upon civilization or what was left then hid. |
3,951 | 91 | 12 | 37 | 1,038 | He watched as the Faun as she decided to leave the forest, he had heard of the her kind before. Though had never met one as there were some parts of the world he had not ventured too in his endless journey. Turning he fallowed behind her keeping his pace behind her. He kept silent for the moment as they approached the house. Once there he walked up opening the door and walking into the building. Soon making his way to the dinning hall where others were, or were going. Looking at the spread he found he searched through it. Soon finding some dried dates, other dried desert foods. It seemed there host went out of his way to provide such commodities, and luxuries. But the reason they where there was something that never left the Jinn's mind. Grabbing a few dates he ate them before finding a nice spot in the corner of the room. Crossing his legs his height didn't change as he floated in the air. Folding his hands in his lap as he closed his eyes. Not full Meditation, keeping himself aware of what was around him as he waited. | Name: Maru
Species: Deer Faun
Civilized or uncivilized: Uncivilized
Mundane skills: Maru is highly skilled at tracking and hiding, she's an expert with a bow and sword and her leader skills are adept as well.
Powers: Maru has element powers, she can make rock move, plants move and conjure and control fire as well as the lesser ability to communicate with animals.
The Deer Faun have these powers to better help nature, the ability to move rocks helps the Deer Faun make homes or homes for other animals. Fire they use to clear out dead brush or to give animals proper burials. Maru can move plants and control the way they shape, if a tree is growing sideways Maru can right it.
History: Maru grew up deep in the jungle in a tribe, the deer faun are like satyrs but taller, faster, more agile and of course have deer antlers, ears, legs and tails, they generally live up to two hundred years old. They are a close knit group that tends to the old jungle, helping it grow and thrive. They are like savages in the fact that they've never before seen civilization, they aren't a hostile group, being that it'd take a lot of effort to make a deer faun attack you, they had humans enter the jungle before and they simply retreated further into the wood without notice, though they will defend their home and tribe if attacked.
Maru lived a long time in the confines of the jungle, she was leader of her people, the tribe had a human with them, a scientist that had been adamant about learning their ways, she'd spent a good year at the edges of the tribe waiting for them to get used to her presence, studying them, jotting things down in a note book. When the epidemic hit, even the human alone in a mass jungle with a bunch of deer faun fell into the coma, then the plant like aliens came, wrecking havoc to both the forest and the tribe, Maru was the only one who'd made it out, their elder telling her to run and never look back. Maru ran, ran far on her long elegant legs, she ran until she happened upon civilization or what was left then hid. |
3,952 | 91 | 13 | 773 | 335 | Eth shook his head never mind, it seemed that there would be a better time for intoductions. For now he was simply shocked to feel the different genetics of the others walking past him, quickly he brought himself to a bowl of lemons and chose three. After that hamburgers and hot dogs, with the appropriate condements for each set. Uncaringly he sat at the table and ate the lemons first, whole, something in his stomach was telling him he needed something critic and very badly too. | Name: Eth Tenshi
Species: Blood Weaver formerly human.
Civilized or uncivilized: Civilized when he isn't having a mental or emotional break down.
Mundane skills: Innate muscle memory, he experiance a movement once and he generally remembers it and can mimic, this includes offensive, defensive, and mundane movements. Natural lie detector, slight computer skills, he can repair and boost computers as it really is not that hard. General trouble shooting, not everything has an answer readily, but even the secrets of space will unravel with time.
Powers: Most humans have twelve pints of blood, it would be a shame if you were to assume the same of Eth since his blood is nearly unlimited. While he can die, bleeding him out is not a realistic option, you would be more succesful to cut his head off, rip out his heart, or burn him in a deep fire. He currently has the ability to manipulate his own blood at least six feet away from his body, by form of crystalized blood, bone, flesh, and fluid blood. While he can regenerate and slightly heal others his ability comes with a mental and emotional toll of ten causing him to have migraines or bipolar like attitude.
History: Eth lived a pretty boring life most of his life, other than the drugs, fighting, and loud music. Not that he was a bad person, he simply wished to enjoy life to its fullest, sans the hard drugs, fuck the hard drugs. He had a personal rule not to try anything of the medium type more than once, twice a good while later if he liked it well enough.
As for fighting, well, that was simply to feed his body as much experiance as possible. You never knew when such things were needed, for example the apocalypse. Of which he had been in a coma for two months, and a month prior his body being prepared for something, a calling if you will. Shaping and molding him into a eternal being that had once been very finite, and when he first awoke his body showed little signs of larthagy. No muscle loss, no delayed motor functions, and best of all a weird sense of what his blood had been doing.
At first he was curious as to why he had awoken. He had never expected to see sun light again, not that he had seen sun light by any means. He had been semi crushed under the building that he resided, with a rather large pool of blood under him. At first he panicked after his curiosity, isn't this simply natural? Then in his hay wired state a surge of power erupted from around him pushing the walls and ceiling around him away.
Then came the creatures, but with as much blood as he had around him it was impossible for them to prevail as his instincts kicked into high gear slaughtering anything in his sight. With a miraculous memory of body he immigrated his abilities until he mastered the basics.
Finding that doing so made him famished for oranges, lemons, limes, or anything acidic really. It appeared to him that his body ran entirely off his own blood, and acids, but he occationally craved food. More for taste however, he will fall madly in love for anyone who can cook. Being that they are female of course. |
3,953 | 91 | 14 | 2,462 | 214 | A door opened on the back wall slowly, revealing a dark staircase leading down, and Dr. Simon. He cleared his throat as he shut the door and walked to the chair at the head of the table. "I would like to start by apologise for the short and spontaneous meeting we had before." Almost absent mindedly, he was taking out manila envelopes from under his arms, and began looking through them as he spoke. "I am sure some of you have a lot of question, and now would be the time to ask them. As I told most of you, we are here to put a stop to the invasion and restore what we can. I have the means of gaining information, but I..." He looked down at his nerd looking frame "...have little means of achieving what I ask for, otherwise I would not have asked for your help. Each of you have a unique quality that will be crucial in the days to come, and I have been very careful in choosing missions in which you have the highest probability of surviving." He took a moment to look at each of them directly. "I am not the government, nor do I hold you against your Will. If, at any time, you decide this is too much, and you wish to leave, I will not try to stop you. You will still be welcome to stay here and enjoy my hospitality, as the world will not last as long as my supplies will." His eyes darted wildly between the folders and the gathering, though they were not wide. It was as if his mind ran faster than his body could keep keep up with, and too fast to care about manners.
As he waited, and listened to the questions, he passed out folders to be passed around to each of them. Each folder contained a collection of pictures, and hand written notes to go with each picture. (Refer to the Beastiary. This will be updated as things progress) | Name: Sytha
Species: Lamia
Civilized or uncivilized: A bit inbetween
She has sharp fangs and the ability to unhinge her jaw to open her mouth wider. She is about 15ft long.
Mundane skills: Sytha is quite strong and quick. She has a fundamental idea machinery and electronics. She has a venomous bite.
Powers: Sytha can conduct electricity throughout her and can absorb and store it inside herself. She also can do a form of hypnosis, usually to lure prey.
History: Sytha was hatched and raised in an underground lake. She would not often stray far from the water but she once came across a group of humans who wore strange gear and hats with lights. Sytha would watch these spelunkers as they took pictures and explored her home. She was able to seperate one from the group and lure him away from his friends. But instead of eating him, she found interest in him. Sytha would talk with him and tell him about her family and he would tell her about his family and where he came from. Sytha was falling for him. The man had to return to the surface but promised Sytha that he would return to take her up to the surface. So she waited by where they would usually meet. For several days she waited until she found where the entrance was to the surface that they would take. |
3,954 | 91 | 15 | 773 | 335 | Sytha looked over the nasty beasts in the folder. She bit her lip as she read over the notes. She had never fought anything like these things. Sighing, she put the folder down on the table and curled tighter up in her chair quietly. Sytha was starting to have second thoughts on this whole thing. | Name: Eth Tenshi
Species: Blood Weaver formerly human.
Civilized or uncivilized: Civilized when he isn't having a mental or emotional break down.
Mundane skills: Innate muscle memory, he experiance a movement once and he generally remembers it and can mimic, this includes offensive, defensive, and mundane movements. Natural lie detector, slight computer skills, he can repair and boost computers as it really is not that hard. General trouble shooting, not everything has an answer readily, but even the secrets of space will unravel with time.
Powers: Most humans have twelve pints of blood, it would be a shame if you were to assume the same of Eth since his blood is nearly unlimited. While he can die, bleeding him out is not a realistic option, you would be more succesful to cut his head off, rip out his heart, or burn him in a deep fire. He currently has the ability to manipulate his own blood at least six feet away from his body, by form of crystalized blood, bone, flesh, and fluid blood. While he can regenerate and slightly heal others his ability comes with a mental and emotional toll of ten causing him to have migraines or bipolar like attitude.
History: Eth lived a pretty boring life most of his life, other than the drugs, fighting, and loud music. Not that he was a bad person, he simply wished to enjoy life to its fullest, sans the hard drugs, fuck the hard drugs. He had a personal rule not to try anything of the medium type more than once, twice a good while later if he liked it well enough.
As for fighting, well, that was simply to feed his body as much experiance as possible. You never knew when such things were needed, for example the apocalypse. Of which he had been in a coma for two months, and a month prior his body being prepared for something, a calling if you will. Shaping and molding him into a eternal being that had once been very finite, and when he first awoke his body showed little signs of larthagy. No muscle loss, no delayed motor functions, and best of all a weird sense of what his blood had been doing.
At first he was curious as to why he had awoken. He had never expected to see sun light again, not that he had seen sun light by any means. He had been semi crushed under the building that he resided, with a rather large pool of blood under him. At first he panicked after his curiosity, isn't this simply natural? Then in his hay wired state a surge of power erupted from around him pushing the walls and ceiling around him away.
Then came the creatures, but with as much blood as he had around him it was impossible for them to prevail as his instincts kicked into high gear slaughtering anything in his sight. With a miraculous memory of body he immigrated his abilities until he mastered the basics.
Finding that doing so made him famished for oranges, lemons, limes, or anything acidic really. It appeared to him that his body ran entirely off his own blood, and acids, but he occationally craved food. More for taste however, he will fall madly in love for anyone who can cook. Being that they are female of course. |
3,955 | 91 | 16 | 2,002 | 2,690 | I have a question! The man-like beast exclaimed as he took another handful of food and stuffed it in his mouth "are we going to be going on missions alone or will we be going in groups of some sort?" Byis asked with a mouth full of food. He didn't know anyone here or really what most of the things here were but he none the less would feel more safe on a mission or any sort with someone backing him up. | Name: Byis Phrug
Species: Yeti
Civilized or uncivilized: mostly Uncivilized (like a Hermit)
Mundane skills: Byis is a master tracker and has an uncanny spatial awareness allowing him to track a polar bear in a snowstorm. He is a decent shot with a gun and has been known to shoot down birds around his home. Byis's greatest ability is his sparring capabilities, there's a reason why it's abominable snowman and not abominable snowmen.
Powers: Byis has strength greater then his proportionate size allowing him to display amazing feats of strength such as lifting boulders three times his size with little effort. Along with his amazing strength he has very dense bones and muscles making it harder to actually harm him than a normal animal. Byis is also capable of generating cold fields around himself or others, essentially making a certain spot's temperature drop by several degrees. He can also channel the aforementioned power into more concentrated blasts, basically allowing him to shoot snow (or in prime conditions, ice) at enemies. Although not actually a power, Byis always carries around a human made hunting rife for when his freezing powers are ineffective and he can't get within punching range.
History: Byis was born into the small sect of Sasquatches living in a cave in the Himalayas a few thousands of years ago. The Himalayan Sasquatchsee were cast out from their previous tribe of 'Squatchs due to their horrible hobby. The SasquatchEd of the Himalayas began calling themselves Yetis to tell themselves apart from their former tribe. Byis was the last Yeti to be born before the group's untimely demise. The Yeti's regularly hunted the primitive humans that lived near their home for sport, much to the displeasure of both the humans and Sasquatchsee. Byis was brought up to think of humans as nothing more then animals and thought that killing them was no different than killing a goat. Byis was one of the weaker of his clan so he didn't regularly get brought along to hunt humans but that didn't stop him from seeing them like animals.
One day when Byis was much older he managed to get separated from his group while going on a hunting trip that he was rarely allowed to participate in. Due to his lack of experience outside of his home, Byis couldn't find his way back home. He was beginning to loose hope when he managed to come across a human town. Looking for a meal and not a fight, Byis did his best to keep into the small village but was spotted almost immediately by one of the residents. Both were stunned with fear as Byis was a giant lumbering beast and the man was carrying around one of the new 'Boom-sticks' that hunters had told stories about. Neither moved for a long time, simply staring at one another, awaiting their end but when neither was struck down they came to the conclusion that the other didn't want to get into a fight. Suddenly something happened that completely changed his perspective of the human. The human before him spoke. Byis was stunned once more, how could an animal like the human speak his tongue? Byis and the human managed to form an uneasy bond in the few hours that they were together and shared their culture's opposing views on each other's people.
Hours turned to days and days turned to weeks and soon Byis had been staying at the town long enough that everyone was somewhat adjusted to him. He had learned so much from his human friends and decided that what his people were doing was wrong. Eventually he took an oath to stop his kind from killing off anymore humans, permanently.
Byis scrounged up some towns folk and they took to the mountains, looking once more for Byis's home in the hopes to put the Yeti scourge to an end. With much effort and countless man hours the group happened upon Byis's home. The band of men and monster knew that they likely couldn't take the group head on but they did know a way to take out a good chunk of the population, if not all of them. Using the humans' explosives, the group managed to cause an avalanche above the cave entrance, trapping the monsters within. Now with no home Byis was invited to live in the village with the human which he gladly agreed to. As time went on the humans' bred and died but sadly they ultimately died out all together leaving Byis Phrug as the last of the village and also last of his kind.
-Yeti's are a human hunting tribe of Sasquatches
-Byis is the last born of the Yetis
-Byis was sheltered
-Got separated from hunting group
-Made friends with human town
-Trapped Yeti tribe in cave with help from Humans
-Lived with Humans in town until they died out leaving him all alone. |
3,956 | 91 | 17 | 2,462 | 214 | Simon, listening carefully to each thing that was said and asked, looked at them like a scientist looking intently at an experiment for any signs of change, which in a way he was, though mostly it was just a look that seemed to compose his relaxed face. Maybe his mom was right and his face really did get stuck like that.
"I plan for you to take small groups. These 'missions' as you put it, will take more than one person to accomplish, And a combination of your talents. | Name: Sytha
Species: Lamia
Civilized or uncivilized: A bit inbetween
She has sharp fangs and the ability to unhinge her jaw to open her mouth wider. She is about 15ft long.
Mundane skills: Sytha is quite strong and quick. She has a fundamental idea machinery and electronics. She has a venomous bite.
Powers: Sytha can conduct electricity throughout her and can absorb and store it inside herself. She also can do a form of hypnosis, usually to lure prey.
History: Sytha was hatched and raised in an underground lake. She would not often stray far from the water but she once came across a group of humans who wore strange gear and hats with lights. Sytha would watch these spelunkers as they took pictures and explored her home. She was able to seperate one from the group and lure him away from his friends. But instead of eating him, she found interest in him. Sytha would talk with him and tell him about her family and he would tell her about his family and where he came from. Sytha was falling for him. The man had to return to the surface but promised Sytha that he would return to take her up to the surface. So she waited by where they would usually meet. For several days she waited until she found where the entrance was to the surface that they would take. |
3,957 | 91 | 18 | 37 | 1,038 | As Alannar grabbed the the folder he opened his eyes looking down flipping through the pages. He recognized some of the creatures, legends form the lost and forsaken. The old ones. Looking at them he listened and watched as people asked there questions and made their comments. He sat in silence as they did as he looked at them speaking in a Grimm tone "Do not make light our foes...They are old...older then even me" He said pausing for a moment. "Before humanity even took it's first steps, when the Jinn came from the Unseen world. We found traces of old civilizations." He set the folder down as he looked about the motley crew of the supernatural gathered here. "And these are the weakest of them...the wards that protected this world are failing. While I was in the Unseen world I felt the presence of something...much stronger, much more powerful and older then these." he closed his eyes once more after saying his peace. | Name: Maru
Species: Deer Faun
Civilized or uncivilized: Uncivilized
Mundane skills: Maru is highly skilled at tracking and hiding, she's an expert with a bow and sword and her leader skills are adept as well.
Powers: Maru has element powers, she can make rock move, plants move and conjure and control fire as well as the lesser ability to communicate with animals.
The Deer Faun have these powers to better help nature, the ability to move rocks helps the Deer Faun make homes or homes for other animals. Fire they use to clear out dead brush or to give animals proper burials. Maru can move plants and control the way they shape, if a tree is growing sideways Maru can right it.
History: Maru grew up deep in the jungle in a tribe, the deer faun are like satyrs but taller, faster, more agile and of course have deer antlers, ears, legs and tails, they generally live up to two hundred years old. They are a close knit group that tends to the old jungle, helping it grow and thrive. They are like savages in the fact that they've never before seen civilization, they aren't a hostile group, being that it'd take a lot of effort to make a deer faun attack you, they had humans enter the jungle before and they simply retreated further into the wood without notice, though they will defend their home and tribe if attacked.
Maru lived a long time in the confines of the jungle, she was leader of her people, the tribe had a human with them, a scientist that had been adamant about learning their ways, she'd spent a good year at the edges of the tribe waiting for them to get used to her presence, studying them, jotting things down in a note book. When the epidemic hit, even the human alone in a mass jungle with a bunch of deer faun fell into the coma, then the plant like aliens came, wrecking havoc to both the forest and the tribe, Maru was the only one who'd made it out, their elder telling her to run and never look back. Maru ran, ran far on her long elegant legs, she ran until she happened upon civilization or what was left then hid. |
3,958 | 91 | 19 | 2,462 | 214 | Simon looked to the Jinn and deer fain, "I am working on a plan but I am lacking three crucial elements. A crafter, and animator, and a protection spell that is specialized for or current problem. I would like you to retrieve the spell." He turned the pages in a note pad, looking them over as he continued speaking. "There was a German Viol player named Eric Zonn who was the only known person to possess the spell. The last place he was seen was said to be a street called the Rue d’Auseil. The problem was that it was not an actual street, and no one aside from the witness seems to have heard of it. It wasn't until recently that I discovered it is a pocket dimension that is accessible through a dream state. You will have to go into this state, find the Rue d’Auseil, and find out what happened to Zonn's notes. The witness was in hysteria when questioned, but he says Zonn was dead and the notes had been blown out the window. He also said he used to play the Viol like he was appeasing some Thing outside his window." He looked to the Faun. "That is why I called upon you. I have the means to safely get you into the dream, unless you have more effective methods. Its like a paoti induced trance, or the scorpion sting ritual of the Egyptians" | Name: Sytha
Species: Lamia
Civilized or uncivilized: A bit inbetween
She has sharp fangs and the ability to unhinge her jaw to open her mouth wider. She is about 15ft long.
Mundane skills: Sytha is quite strong and quick. She has a fundamental idea machinery and electronics. She has a venomous bite.
Powers: Sytha can conduct electricity throughout her and can absorb and store it inside herself. She also can do a form of hypnosis, usually to lure prey.
History: Sytha was hatched and raised in an underground lake. She would not often stray far from the water but she once came across a group of humans who wore strange gear and hats with lights. Sytha would watch these spelunkers as they took pictures and explored her home. She was able to seperate one from the group and lure him away from his friends. But instead of eating him, she found interest in him. Sytha would talk with him and tell him about her family and he would tell her about his family and where he came from. Sytha was falling for him. The man had to return to the surface but promised Sytha that he would return to take her up to the surface. So she waited by where they would usually meet. For several days she waited until she found where the entrance was to the surface that they would take. |
3,959 | 92 | 0 | 486 | 30 | The story would begin where most stories do, at the beginning. Where there is the hustle and bustle of men and women moving about each other like a hive of busy bees. Night had just fallen on the capital of Merriedge, Belchester, and the castle was alight with lively music and warm candle light despite a cold rain falling outside. Food packed a table on one side of the room while round tables with white tablecloths had been arranged about the two adjacent walls. The middle of the floor, as well as the wall leading to the garden, a wall that was made completely of tall windows and glass doors, had been left empty, the perfect space for chatting and dancing and ringing in the new season.
At one end of the room there was a squared table, decorated for the royal family. None of them had arrived yet, though it was common for leniency and less stiffness to come from the Merriedgean royalty. The ballroom, was, however, teeming with servers, dressed sharply and armed to the teeth with mobile refreshments. Each individual was greeted at the door, with an offer to take a sopping wet coat and let it dry elsewhere, out of sight.
Even through the less than optimal weather, carriages deposited their passengers at the peak of the circle drive with machine-like efficiency. And that is where our story has begun. | Duchess Philomena Ceswick
Title: Duchess
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Closeted Homosexual
Age: 20
Nationality: Stonia
Character Appearance: Standing at 5'6, physically fit, long blonde waves and a rosy complexion. She dresses herself accordingly with elaborately fashioned dresses, skirts and some jewelries. reference
Background: Philomena is the youngest child among her four siblings, and the only one who have yet to get married. Her father passed away when she was quite young and the moment she came of age, she took her father's place in court, as per his own dying request. He was very confident that his daughter was more than capable of running the duchy as he watched her remarkably grow and trained under his wing. That's why her mother tirelessly put her up through the yearly seasons in the hopes of not only marrying her off, but also with a motive to build relations and solidifying allegiances specially now that there is some growing tension between Stonia and Edochat. As a duchess with genuine devotion to her country she is aware that her duty comes first before her own interests, and although she has truly none of it in looking for a man to marry, it is still bound by her responsibilities.
Personality: On the outside she has all the good qualities of a refined young lady. Educated and raised in high society, as a child her family had made sure that she never works a day in her life. She is somewhat spoiled, and may come off as snobbish and entitled at first, but looking pass that is an enthusiastic bluestocking with a fascination for arts and astronomy. When romance is brought up on the table she is rather indifferent of it, or that mainly she just has no interest in the matches given to her by her parents. Although it sounds too auspicious to her, the thought of finding romance still holds some appeal to her. She is very secretive of her inclinations, as to not disappoint her parents and thinks that it would come in between of her true priorities, making it hard for her to choose her heart's true wishes.
Other: Can paint, play the piano, likes to spend quiet evenings watching the stars. Would have wanted to own a pup if not for her allergies. |
3,960 | 92 | 1 | 1,182 | 1,252 | It was early that day, the sun had barely peeked over the windowsill and sneaked into the tiny room when her blanket was pulled off of her in a swift motion. The sudden coldness made her shiver and curl up to a ball to prevent her body heat from escaping more than necessary. The windows were being opened, more coldness swept into the room along with the noises of the outside; mostly birds but also the chatting of servants that had woken before Rowan, tables and chairs were being dragged through the doors right beneath Rowan's window.
A rough hand slapped her cheek in a 'wake up you fool' manner. Rowan groaned and turned away, but she opened her eyes and sat up slowly. She was well aware that if she didn't the next slap wouldn't be a 'wake up' slap anymore, but a hard one. "I'm up", she growled as she rubbed her hands over her face.
"Get out of bed or it will be you scrubbing the floors! You have ten minutes!" The woman left with just that. Rowan shook her head to prevent herself from lying down again and fall back asleep. She swung her feet over the edge of the hard bed and stretched her back and arms.
Eight minutes later she was washed with a sponge and ice cold water, her body was in clothes, her hair was brushed as best as she could with that useless brush of hers and she had managed to turn it into a decent hairdo. Rowan leaned out of the window and enjoyed the breeze on her face for a moment.
"Hey pretty lady." The voice made Rowan smile and her eyes dropped to the ground. A young man of twenty-three years with short messy brown hair and a line of dirt on his chin grinned up at her. "Are you looking down on all of us again?", he teased her with the most charming smile she had seen any man manage to pull off.
"I was hoping you would have figured out how to wash the dirt from last week off of your skin by now", she talked back to him. "Right there." She moved her finger over her own chin to demonstrate the position of the dirt.
His arm moved over his chin but the dirt stayed. "They made me clean out the shack", he explained and a smirk appeared on his thin lips. "Isn't that your job, little missy?"
Rowan raised her eyebrows at him challenging. "Because I am a woman?"
"No", he put on that charming half-smile as if to make his words even smoother. "Because you're Rowan."
"Oh you wait til I get down there!" She yelled down at him with a laugh in her voice, but yet some seriousness that made it clear that she would very much kick his ass in their next secret session of dueling with sticks. Not that she believed they'd have any time to duel during the Courting Season.
A loud bang on the door and both the man and Rowan jumped. "Coming!", she yelled at the closed door and could hear how feet left from in front of her door. She shot the man below her window another look and he pulled a jokingly worried face, she chuckled at him, shook her head and closed the windows.
You could have thought that the perfect setting, the perfectly clean floors and tables, the neatly planned out time schedule to finish everything just in time was enough to make this a rather relaxed day of work. After all the only thing that still needed to be prepared was the food and beverages for the guests. But it was far from that. As if the servants didn't spent all day the past three days cleaning every inch of the building - inside and outside - twice, they did it again a third time today with the very strict eyes of the Madam following their process. Rowan was lucky enough to not be cleaning today, she was directly pushed into the kitchen and had been sweating from the heat and the work. After hours of standing in the kitchen, chopping up vegetables, the Madam pulled her away from there, harshly told her to wash herself up real quick and then threw her into the big room where the guests would arrive in a couple of hours to arrange napkins correctly with a bunch of other women.
She was just folding up her 34th napkin when a woman approached her, she had forgotten her name. "I saw you this morning." Rowan looked at her with no interest as she continued to fold the napkins neatly. "You and him. You should be careful. The Madam wouldn't like this."
Rowan's eyebrows twitched but she prevented them from raising at the servant. "Are you talking about Evan? There is nothing going on with Evan and I." The woman shot her a look, but Rowan knew before she even said anything that the woman wouldn't believe her. "Trust me, you can have him." She left the table and left the woman looking after her outraged.
An hour later the Madam forced everyone out of the neatly clean room so they wouldn't destroy anything before the event started. She only kept Rowan behind and told her to fold a certain few napkins again, apparently they weren't folded in the exact size the others were. Rowan was smarter than to complain or try and argue. So she stood behind and started to redo the napkins the Madam had pointed her to.
Just about fifteen minutes into the redoing of the napkins, the musicians took their place on the little stage. They started rehearsing a very last time, soft music to play in the background while the attendants could talk, music to dance to later on, music to waltz to.
Rowan hadn't noticed when she had started but at some point she was swaying and the next moment she dropped the napkin she held in hands onto the floor and carried her body over the 'dance floor', her arms up as if to hold onto an invisible dancing partner. Her feet flew over the floor as she continued to waltz with herself to the music the band was providing. Her eyes were closed and if she only imagined hard enough she could pretend to be elsewhere, not stuck here, dancing with her princess back in the palace when all was peaceful still.
Smack. A hard slap had landed onto the woman's face, sounding so loud in the big empty room even with the music playing, and Rowan had gasped loudly. She held onto her burning cheek, hair hanging in her face. The Madam yelled at her for dancing once again, all that swirling and twirling was not appropriate for a woman like her, she grabbed Rowan by the arm harshly and pushed her away, telling her to leave before she was receiving 'another one of these'.
Rowan sat on the stairs outside of the kitchen that lead to a small, dirty courtyard. Evan came through the heavy wooden door into the back and sat on the stairs next to Rowan, he held an ice cold cloth to her cheek. Rowan made a disgusted face and pushed his arm away.
"It will show if you don't treat it", he said. "Do you want to be stuck cleaning the servant restroom's floor?" She rolled her eyes at that but took the cloth to put it onto her burning cheek. He was right. If the hand would show on her cheek she wouldn't be allowed anywhere near the attendants, which usually meant cleaning somewhere on all fours. "What did you do this time?", he wanted to know. There was no judgement in his voice and she was thankful for that part of his personality.
"I danced again, Evan", she replied and her eyes showed a spark. A spark that her friend loved to see. It made her glow, like a faraway star on the pitch dark ceiling of earth. "I danced and I felt like I could fly." Her eyes got dreamy and a smile appeared on her lips. "I couldn't help it, Evan. I would dance all night if I could."
He smiled and stood up. "And you will." Then he went back through the door that lead to the kitchen. Evan never worked in the kitchen, but he walked through it under the stern eyes of the others nevertheless. Rowan pouted for no reason in particular and held the cold cloth to her cheek.
Night had just begun. The stars were shining in the dark. It was raining outside, but Rowan didn't mind. She was scheduled to be inside and stay right in this room until further notice. She was lucky that the Madam didn't put her on some other duty after having her caught dancing earlier.
The room got more crowded with each person and Rowan was swirling around in the dresses the lady servants were forced to wear and offered drinks, picked up used napkins to secretly replace with perfectly folded new ones and made sure no glasses were left standing around. The music was playing softly in the background. No one had danced yet. She wasn't even sure if a dance was scheduled for today. She doubted that anyone attending here would be man or woman enough to actually start a dance on their own, being the first ones on the dance floor, asking someone to partner up with them for one dance. She didn't understand why people weren't intrigued to dance.
Not surprising to her, most people have ignored her and haven't even cared to give her a single look when they took an offered drink from her silver plate. Also not surprising to her, two men have eyed her and gave her their typical flirting behavior with servants. The 'You are pretty and I wanna look your body up and down and you better appreciate that I am even turning one eye towards you, I am being nice to you here, complimenting you in a very sexist way, you better know I am better than you and you should fall on your knees for me' kinda way.
She just walked away from the third man that thought he could look at her breasts and not hide it, because clearly she would appreciate it from a duke. The amusing thing was that she almost enjoyed having their attention and it irked her to lean closer and whisper to them that she was into women and watch their face change once they grasped what she was saying. Tell them all the things she wanted to do with a lady, maybe their lady of choice.
She moved over the floor smoothly to a blonde woman standing by the window side, looking out on the garden. "May I offer the lady a refreshment?", she looked at the woman and held out the silver plate a little on which the drinks sat. They were supposed to know who their guests were, but Rowan had no idea who most of these faces belonged to, had never heard of their names before. She didn't know much about politics or the people who were responsible for them. So she wasn't aware of the fact that the woman was Duchess Philomena Ceswick. She knew it was someone high ranked, of course. That she was here to find someone to get married to. | Name
Rowan Evangeline Karnstein
Title
None
Gender
Female
Sexuality
"Ladies are a much more interesting topic."
Age
21 years
Nationality
Wazatocia
Character Appearance
Rowan Karnstein is 5'2'' tall. Her body could be described as 'in good condition' as she is physically fit and slim, she has beautiful sharp legs and a slightly defined stomach. Her eyes are of a deep 'deer' brown and she has brunette hair to match them. That typical 'sweet girl' image is written all over her, but don't be fooled by it. She can be feisty. Rowan has no problem with dressing like a lady or dressing like a tomboy, she enjoys both styles, depending on her mood and the situation.
Background
Rowan was born to a young mother, just sweet 19 years old, and a father of 23 years who loved her mother dearly. The Karnstein couple worked as servants for the royal family of Wazatocia for several years when they discovered they were expecting a child. The royal family was supportive and offered the very hardworking couple a decent health care within their palace. Five years after Rowan's birth her mother got sick and died two years later. The death of her mother left her father heartbroken and the only thing still keeping him upright was the seven-year-old girl that depended on him. A couple of weeks after the passing of her beloved, joyful, always hardworking, positive mother her father began to call her Mircalla randomly. He explained to her how her mother had wanted to name her Mircalla, but he had been against it. Without talking about it any further Mircalla had turned into a nickname of Rowan's that only her father ever used.
Rowan grew up with a father who was forever heartbroken, but loved his daughter endlessly and would have killed for her if necessary. He always accepted his daughter for who she was, allowed her to spread her wings as much as she could within this world. Rowan went to a school that costed her father almost everything he earned within the palace, but he was determined to give his daughter an education.
She had helped out in the kitchen of the palace since the age of six, cutting potatoes and carrots carefully. By the age of nine she was working in the palace after school and homework, helping out the servants she had grown up with and following into her father's foot steps to become a hardworking member of their family. At the age of fifteen Rowan gained the attention of the princess of Wazatocia by her natural skill for painting as she was painting in a secret corner of the garden where she thought no one ever came to. Her and the princess became fast friends within a couple of weeks. To most people's surprise, and a lot of people's jealousy and anger, the parents of the princess didn't mind their friendship and fell in love with the young servant.
They offered Rowan an education within the palace after eight months of closeness with their daughter. Overjoyed with the news her father pushed her to accept the offer. Within the next years the ever hardworking young girl grew into a young woman that profited from the friendship as much as the princess seemed to profit from it as well. She learned how to ride a horse, play the piano, dance at balls, was granted to take fencing lessons (which she was more than anything grateful for, since those really fulfilled her heart), got pushed to take painting lessons to grow out her natural talent, she was allowed to attend smaller balls, got to wear the princess's dresses and learn how to walk and talk like a lady. Her father saw a bright future in front of her and was bursting with pride of how his baby girl was able to spread out her wings and throw her colors out to the world.
Needless to say the two young ladies grew attracted to each other in their youthful naivety. Their slow burn love built up until, at the age of nineteen, both of the girls were waltzing in the ballroom to practice their steps again before the big ball the next day. (Big for Rowan at least.) Their passion got the best of them and they ended up... "waltzing like it's 1698", as Rowan would call it from then on. This was also the night that Rowan told the princess about her secret nickname 'Mircalla', that held a deeper meaning to her than her actual name ever could. She told her how it felt like a secret identity that only her father knew about. And the princess understood the deepness of meaning it had for her friend.
Their relationship or love affair or whatever people might want to call it was short lived sadly. Only three months later a servant accidentally caught the two waltzing in the ballroom - for memory sakes - and kissing. The royal parents were anything but amused. The princess and the privileged servant girl were thrown off and couldn't understand the anger that came from the usually so accepting couple. They were furious. Their daughter shouldn't have lost her purity before marriage (apparently they've found out about that too, Rowan never knew how), shouldn't have gotten romantically involved with a servant. The two young women weren't allowed to say goodbye, but the princess was able to get a glance at Rowan while she was being taken out of the palace, just two seconds, and she looked at her love and softly said just one word: Mircalla. Rowan was, without a chance for her father to stop them, taken away from the castle, banned from Wazatocia.
And so a very heartbroken, confused, scared nineteen-year-old Rowan found herself back at in a usual servant role. No privilege, no fencing, no more painting, no princess to chase her through the castle, no father by her side to love her, hold her, dry her tears and always have her back. She felt alone. Rowan found herself serving in the kitchen, cutting up potatoes yet again, for the 'Courting Season'. She didn't know what happend to her princess, but she knew that she had never seen her participate in the Courting Season so far.
Three years have passed since then.
Personality
Rowan is a very strong headed woman. She likes to say what she is thinking, even though a couple of hard slaps have told her to learn when to shut her mouth. She still runs her mouth too often though. She is a silly person that likes to have fun during work, which many people don't like to see. She likes to goof around and talk back to people. Rowan enjoys to throw people off, see their guard drop, crash in their walls. Despite being hardworking, she can't stand when she has to clean up after people who give her more work than necessary. She also lacks the quality of staying quiet in her corner when others are talking rubbish.
Rowan loves nature and the fresh breeze, she loves balls and dancing, especially waltzing. She has often been caught waltzing by herself when she was actually supposed to scrub the floor of the ballroom. She can't stand when people treat her like she is worth less than them because of the position she holds within the food chain.
She doesn't throw out respect easily and rather fakes it than it being real, but if one receives her respect they should be very honored and proud of themselves, because it is a rare thing. But if they lose that respect, it is most likely gone forever. She doesn't let people fool her twice.
Without a doubt Rowan is still broken. She has issues she hasn't worked on. She is missing her father more than anything and tries to not think of him too much. She might even still be holding onto some hope that he will find her some day. Maybe that's the reason she is staying in one place... So he can search for her?
Other
Skills:
drawing, ballroom dancing, horseback riding, fencing, cooking, cleaning, singing (though she hasn't done that for other's entertainment so far), playing piano
Weaknesses:
potty mouth, maybe a bit too sassy and feisty, lack of professionalism and submission, doesn't like boundaries or rules |
3,961 | 92 | 2 | 2,169 | 137 | Samantha Meredith Whitmore, go to your room at once and put on a gown! I will not have my firstborn going to a ball dressed like a ruffian!”
Sam stopped lacing her boots to let out an audible sigh. Mother was going to make this a fight as always. Wars of words wore on Sam’s patience. Mother was the queen of making war over the simplest of things, all because Sam wouldn’t conform to her preconception of what makes a ‘proper lady’. “Mother you can yell all you want but as you’re already concerned about the time, I do not see how a wardrobe change does anything more than trade one grievance for another.”
Sam was right of course - that was the quickest way to shut down these arguments - but that only angered mother more. “Yes, and you’re late already.”
“The carriage will be late, mother; I can still ride to Belchester in time,” she answered quietly.
Her intent was to ride out herself rather than in a carriage. Clearly that idea was going over exactly as well as her choice of dress.
She never liked overly fanciful dresses. All of hers - the ones she would actually wear at least - were simpler, meant to have something else accompany them. Her choice for tonight was bright red with a simple black embroidery along the shin-high bottom edge, a plainly slim high collar, and short-cut sleeves. She paired it with a men's-styled jacket - black with a matching red edging - and her laced knee-high boots so she could still ride. Ballroom slippers did not sit in stirrups well at all. One of the house servants had taken her black hat earlier to have a small tulip bouquet put in the side. This was a rare occasion she intended to tolerate flowers, but that clearly was not enough of a concession to appease her irate mother.
“I will not have you arriving a windblown mess from riding,” she huffed as she realized that she was already defeated about the wardrobe, “now go out front and get to the carriage young lady!”
“Was I not supposed to bo change into something less ... ‘objectionable’?”
Sam had her in a pinch. Mother could not have both. Being turned away from her, Sam smirked at her small victory. A frustrated grunt came from the middle-aged woman. “Just go...”
Sam darted out the front door. Dark clouds loomed in the far distance; it would likely be raining in Belchester. She reached inside to the coat rack, grabbing a long overcoat she could wear atop her existing attire. Max, one of the house servants, came around from another door carrying one of her last bags packed for the trip and her hat. The carriage was already out front along with one of the family’s thoroughbreds, saddled and ready. Sam normally kept the black ribbon tucked inside the hat instead of wearing it around her chin, but she carefully pulled it out this time so it would not blow off as she rode. She tied it snugly after donning her overcoat. Mother stood just in front of the door, shaking her head gruffly. “For the love of God child, do not embarrass us!” she called out as Sam hoisted herself atop the horse.
“But where’s the fun in that?” she hollered back, taking hold of the reins, “Hya!”
The rain was never particularly heavy, but riding at a full gallop through it for the better part of an hour and a half was not the most fun. Avalon was not that far from Belchester by horseback - not more than forty miles - and Sam’s father even had quite the stake in the docks there moving cargo in and out of the bay. She was loosely familiar with the city and how to get there. Her hat was quite wet by the time she arrived, though the rain had not done too much damage to her hair. She kept it just past shoulder-length so it would not become difficult. Her mother always demanded she let it grow out, but Sam was not about to endure thirty minutes of hairdressing a day to please Mother.
A large castle was not hard to find, and Sam had no difficulties finding her way to the gates and into the circle. The fountain the path wrapped around was more opulent than anything she knew in Avalon. As much as she didn’t care for jewelry or shiny things herself, she stared around with an almost-childlike enthusiasm at it all here. She snapped back to the here and now as she came upon the steps and one of the servants startled her horse. “Woah, easy there,” she pulled back gently to settle him.
The attendant took the reins from her as she dismounted as gracefully as she could. A long skirt was not the easiest apparel to get in and out of a saddle with, but she had ripped enough skirts doing it to know how not to. She hurried indoors to finally remove her very wet overcoat. “Yes, thank you,” she acknowledged the servant who came to take her coat from her, and then Sam made her way to the ballroom.
92 3 4470958 degeneratethree 2 yrs ago 118 The air was thick with the scent of blood, amongst other unpleasant scents. Sweat and piss came to Vesa's mind as he unwillingly drew another breath, his face grimacing slightly as the salty, repugnant air assaulted his tongue. Almost as soon as he exhaled, he spat onto the damp, muddy earth beneath his steed's hooves, as if he were expelling the very taste and scent itself from his mouth and lungs. He wiped his mouth with the back of his glove-covered hand, and took a look at the carnage around him.
It was hellish. Bloody and muddy corpses were strewn all over, with some more intact than others. Discarded weapons laid half-buried in the autumn mud, their blades stained with dried blood, or muzzles blackened from repeated firing. Looking down, just beyond the snout of his mount, Vesa could see a headless corpse with a puddle of blood pooling around where the head should have been. It disturbed him very little, and in fact, the scene did not disturb Vesa as much as the smell. After all, none of the corpses were wearing the dark grey uniform of his soldiers.
Still, despite the ease of the battle, Vesa knew that he had to count his blessings. It was one thing to fight a roving ground of bandits raiding one of his border villages, but it was quite another to fight them on their home turf, in their own camp, after a long, arduous chase. Vesa had no love for criminals, but he had to admit, they fought bravely despite the odds being stacked against them. In the end, however, their spears, swords, and archaic firearms were bested by Vesa's men and their modern weapons.
The sound of approaching hooves from behind drew his attention, and he looked back over his shoulder. Everything in order, Okkava?" He asked, his breathy voice betraying the fatigue he had hoped to hide.
If Okkava detected Vesa's tiredness, he did not show it. The captain was taller than most Burlians, but he was still almost half-a-head shorter than Vesa, though he more than made up for that with his bulk. He had a slight grin on his face, as if he were amused by all that was around him, but Vesa knew him long enough to know that the affable captain simply looked that way. "Aye, sir." The captain replied with a nod, and tipped his hat in a belated salute. "Prisoners're all rounded up, though I say we best be off soon. Stonians aren't going to like us coming in uninvited."
Vesa frowned slightly. It was true; they had crossed the border some miles back, but Vesa highly doubted any self-respecting lord would sally out to confront anyone who was practically doing them a favour. Still, it was best to be cautious. "Agreed. I will address the prisoners, and then we shall ride for Raikkavar."
"Right this way, sir." Okkava said and pulled on his reins, turning his steed around. Vesa followed suit, and the two rode side-by-side through the battlefield. Occasionally, they passed a heap of charred rubble, or a crumpled sheets of canvas surrounded by wooden stakes. Both marked where a tent once stood, and as they rode through the battlefield, the two men passed easily a dozen of such markers.
The prisoners had been separated into two groups. One group was on their knees, wrists bound behind their backs, and were surrounded by a group of Vesa's men. The other, more curiously, contained both women and children, neither of whom looked like your typical brigand. They huddled close to one another beneath the paltry shade provided by a rocky outcrop. "Hostages?" Vesa asked, glancing at Okkava momentarily.
"Looks like," Okkava replied, and cleared his throat. "The lads found them in several tents. Some bound, some not."
"Our people?"
"Aye," Okkava said with a nod. "Mostly Stonians, though, and one or two merchants from elsewhere."
Vesa nodded slowly. "Right. Give them food and water if you haven't already. Those who wish to come with us may do so when we leave, except the Stonians. Point them in the direction of the nearest castle, and leave them some supplies for the journey." He paused, and looked at Okkava. "No one can say we abducted any of Stonia's people."
Okkava nodded. "Aye, sir. Got it."
With that, the captain peeled off to pass on Vesa's orders. The marquess carried on for a little while longer, and stopped in front of the row of kneeling prisoners. With an impassive face, he looked over all of them, running his blue eyes over each of them in turn. Though they were all caked in layers of dirt, mud, and perhaps even blood, Vesa could tell that none of them looked to be beyond thirty years-old. The youngest might have been even below twenty. "I will make this quick," Vesa said curtly. "You have all committed great crimes against the people of Raikkavar, and as their protector, I should have the lot of you drowned in the northern sea."
He paused for a moment, looking over the prisoners once more. Some looked scared, but others still appeared defiant. "However, I believe that all not all of you would have chosen to be brigands had you any other choice, and so I offer you a chance for redemption. Serve the people of my march as labourers, and you shall be released to do as you see fit, no questions asked. It may take years, but you have my word as marquess that when your term of service ends, you shall be released."
One of the prisoners spat on the ground, and glared up at him. "That's fucking slavery!"
"Call it what you wish," Vesa said dismissively. "But I will not make the same offer twice. Those of you who wish take it, make yourselves known."
Almost immediately, the youngest of the prisoners spoke up. "M-Me!"
Vesa nodded, and looked to one of the guards. "Unbind him and get him up." He said, then looked back to the prisoners. "Anyone else?"
One by one, four more voiced their acquiescence. The remaining prisoners, however, were all still unmoved, their faces filled with defiance and anger. It was a look Vesa knew quite well, and he was not at all perturbed by it. "This is your last chance. Anyone else?" He called out.
No one moved.
Vesa nodded, then looked to his guards once more. "Kill the rest," He said brusquely, as if he were discussing nothing more than the weather. When he looked back to the prisoners, all of them had shock written across their faces. Perhaps they had believed that they would be carted back to Raikkavar for sentencing, and that they might have time to plan some sort of escape. If that were the case, Vesa was more than happy to prove them wrong. Now, several of the prisoners began to cry out, voicing their desire to take up Vesa's offer, but he simply ignored them. It would simply be improper of him to go back on his word. "Make it quick," Vesa said, shouting above the clamour of the prisoners. "We move once they're dead."
Without another word, Vesa pulled on the reins of his horse and rode away, just as the first of many gunshots rang out.
The residence of Raikkavar's marquess was far from luxurious. Built from the same wood that made up most other north Burlian houses, and built in roughly the same, two-floored style, it simply looked like a larger version of the average home. Were it not for the banners hanging on either side of the entrance, each emblazoned with the coat-of-arms of Raikkavar, or the short flight of stairs leading up to the large, double doors, the house could have been mistaken for the residence of someone who was merely wealthy.
Vesa felt the comforting warmth of a roaring hearth greet him as he stepped through the front doors of his home. After a long hard ride through the northern cold, the heat felt like a quilt gently wrapping itself around him. He eschewed the throne - which was only a throne in name, if he had to be very honest - and took his seat at one of the tables on either side of the long, rectangular room, facing the hearth. Vesa had fond memories of hiding at a corner of the room while his father held court, giggling whenever a presumptuous village elder mistook casualness with laxness, and thus earning the ire of his father.
"Back from your hunt, then?" A woman's voice drew Vesa back to the present, and he looked up to see a lady standing on the other side of the table, her arms crossed and a displeased look on her face. She was dressed simply, wearing a plain, blue dress underneath a grey jacket. Though she dressed like a servant, and technically was one, Vesa knew better than to treat her as such. After all, it would be ungrateful of him to be rude towards the woman who had practically raised him from childhood.
"Happy again, I see." He replied, voice flat.
The lady sighed, and looked down for a moment, pressing a palm to her forehead. Drawing in a deep breath, she looked back up, this time with the hint of a smile on her face. Aside from the crows feet clawing at the corners of her eyes, she had a face that did little to reflect her thirty-seven years. "I'm sorry. I was simply worried." She admitted. "Welcome home, Vesa."
Vesa returned the smile with one that was just as small, but no less in meaning. "I'm happy to be back, Raiki." He said and gestured to the seat opposite him. "If there's anyone who doesn't need to stand on ceremony, it's you. Please, sit."
Raiki chuckled, shaking her head as she sat down. "There are very few people who must stand on ceremony with you, from what I've seen, so forgive me if I don't feel special." She paused for a moment, chewing her lip and glancing down at the table as if she was thinking carefully about what to say next. "A messenger from Hesey arrived while you were out."
"Are they finally giving me the men I asked for?" Vesa asked, scorn dripping from his words. Ever since he had taken up the mantle of marquess of Raikkavar, he had sent request after request to the capital, asking them for more ships to patrol the northern sea. He could deal with brigands on land, but pirates? He had only two warships, and even they were ageing and due for replacement.
"No," Raiki replied. "It's about Merriedge."
Vesa almost guffawed, but he settled for a scoff. "Unless I've been made the king of Merriedge while I was out, I don't see why I have to be informed about what's happening there."
Raiki leaned back in her seat and folded her arms across her chest once again. "Don't play the fool, Vesa. You know full well what this is about." She said, eyes practically boring holes into Vesa's skull.
If there was one person who could make Vesa squirm, it was Raiki. Whether it was due to conditioning after years of being looked after by her, or if she was just simply that commanding, the fact remained that Vesa looked away from her gaze, covering his mouth with a hand to hide his scowl. After a moment, he looked back at her, and leaning over the table, he said in a slow and measured voice, "I said no the last time, and I'm saying no again. How can I leave Raikkavar now, of all times? You and I both know that Autumn is when the raids are at their worst. I'm needed here."
"You have Okkava, or Saka, or Oiskavin, or any number of officers you know you an rely on." Raiki replied, the frustration in her voice building with each word. However, at the end of her sentence, she let out a sigh, and looked at Vesa with a slight, almost wistful, smile on her face. "You're too much like your father. He always did like to handle things himself, as well."
"Best way to make sure things go according to plan," Vesa replied and leaned back in his seat, looking off to the side.
Raiki sighed. "You need an heir, Vesa. If you want to keep riding into battle, I can't stop you, but please, at least have someone you can pass your title on to."
At that, Vesa grimaced. Whether he liked it or not, Raiki was right. Having an heir was never something that Vesa had put much thought into, and whenever he did, it was always something he thought he could do later in his life. However, how many times has his life been in danger? There were simply too many incidences to count, too many times when a stray bullet or careless swing of the sword could have cost him his life. Of course, he could always do as his father did, and sire a bastard, but there was no telling how the other Burlian royals would react to having the bastard of a bastard be among their ranks. Vesa knew from firsthand experience that a regular bastard was already not something they accepted easily.
"I'm not saying that you have to come back to Raikkavar with wife in hand," Raiki said, though her words did not quite register in Vesa's head. "But at least try, Vesa."
What would happen if he indeed died on the battlefield during the next skirmish? Without a successor, it was highly likely that one of the neighbouring lords would simply absorb Raikkavar into their territory, and who knows how they would treat the people. Who knows if they would even bother with dealing with the roving bands of pirates and brigands terrorising the border settlements. Of course, there was just as much a chance of Raikkavar falling under the rule of a noble who would treat the people well and deal with raids, but that was not something Vesa wanted to leave to something as fickle as chance.
"Vesa?"
With a sigh, Vesa looked back at Raiki. "Alright," He said with a nod. "For the sake of Raikkavar, I'll go."
A good month later, Vesa found himself on the unfamiliar streets of Merriedge. The bustling crowds were certainly something that he was not used to, and something that discomforted him. He doubted that the entire population of his march could even come close to matching that of Belchester. That said nothing of the glances he received as he rode down the cobblestone streets, the hooves of his mount clacking against the smooth flagstones with every step. A Burlian might not necessarily be something to gawk at, but Vesa supposed that a Burlian in a soldier's uniform might be a little eye-catching. Still, the attention did not sit well with him.
Prior to his departure, Raiki had reminded him again and again that he was to wear his finest clothes during his first appearance at Belchester castle, but it appeared as if the Gods had other ideas. The fine clothes of soft fabrics and intricate designs were ill-suited for the rain, as light as it was, and that meant that Vesa had no choice but to wear his usual attire of a grey frock over grey pants, with grey gaiters cinching them tight around his calves and covering much of the brown of his boots. The only splash of colour on him came from the light brown waist and shoulder belts, and the dark blue band around the crown of his hat.
Vesa gave a silent thanks to the Gods. Fine clothes never did suit him, he found, and he felt quite certain that they would have been rather uncomfortable as riding wear. Still, he did make sure to shave himself cleanly that morning. Even though he looked like a soldier, Vesa was aware of etiquette enough to make sure he looked like well-groomed soldier.
If the city had not been enough to give Vesa a shock, the castle certainly did. The size of the castle notwithstanding, just the fountain alone was far more lavish and decorated than anything he had ever seen before. In fact, now that he thought about it, he could not recall the last time he had even seen a fountain. Such decorations were just unheard of in the bitter north. Then, he saw the carriages as he reached the castle's front doors. Each of the intricately decorated vehicles simply exuded regality. Vesa almost felt a slight sense of shame tug at his heart as he rode alongside them on his plain, brown horse.
That sense did not last long, however, as he found himself being amused by the memory of Raiki suggesting that he travel to Belchester by carriage. It was to add to his minuscule air of nobility, she had reasoned, but that idea was quickly dismissed in light of the horrible road conditions caused by the autumn mud, much to Vesa's delight. There was nothing quite like riding on horseback, as far as he was concerned. It also made him feel much better to ride alongside the men making up his personal escort, though he had long since left that escort back in a town just outside of Belchester. A group of armed Burlians might have otherwise caused unnecessary alarm in the city.
Vesa pulled back on the reins gently as he reached the front doors, and dismounted once his steed had come to a complete halt. Almost immediately, a servant came running out to take the reins from his hands. "Thank you," Vesa said with a tip of his hat, and was about to step inside the castle when the servant called for him.
"S-Sir!"
Vesa turned around, and his heart almost plunged when he saw that he had a carbine hanging from his saddle. Though that certainly explained the glances he got from the people during his ride through the city, the revelation gave him little comfort. He felt very certain that he had removed the weapon the previous night, in preparation for today's earlier-than-normal start. He groaned inwardly; his best guess was that muscle memory got the better of him, and he had fixed the carbine to his saddle during his early morning grogginess.
He cleared his throat. "Yes," He said and walked back to his horse, removing the carbine and slinging it on his back. "Apologies, I must have forgotten."
"It's no problem, sir." The servant replied, a smile coming back to his face.
Vesa gave him one last nod of acknowledgement before looking back to the gates of the castle. He drew in a deep breath, and took his first step inside. The interior was just as awe-inspiring as the exterior, although Vesa had to admit, such a display of opulence and splendour made him feel more than a little uneasy.
He shook his head to clear it. There was time to examine Merriedgean architecture later. For now, he had to find his way to the ballroom. | Name: Samantha Whitmore - just “Sam”
Title: Baroness - much to her ire
Gender: Female - but probably should have been a boy by the way she acts.
Sexuality: Bi-curious (I pair her off purely on character compatibility, men & women alike)
Age: 19
Nationality: Merriedge - City of Avalon
Character Appearance: Slender, unimposing, sweet from a distance. Of note, her eyes a bright green, almost irridescent and sharply contrasting with her unkempt dirty-blonde hair. A face as soft as hers does not do justice the firecracker that she is under the surface.
If given the choice as she finally is, she straight up refuses to wear traditional dresses. She prefers a long skirt or blouse with a boy’s jacket over top of it. Depending on the day, she may tolerate putting flowers or other accessories in her hair. Other days she keeps it modest with only a simple pendant around her neck. Lavish jewelry never appealed to her.
Background: Sam was born of the Whitmore family, one of the wealthy barons in Avalon. Her upbringing steered her towards being the perfect wife for another wealthy male, though she fought this every chance she could. She was constantly in trouble for sneaking out into the less luxurious working districts with friends, or playing around on the docks near the ships constantly coming and going. She was obsessed with travelling since she was a young girl. Of course, her parents would have none of their daughter being around the deckhand ‘peasantry’. More than once her father, Andrew Whitmore, third generation owner-operator of Whitmore Trading Company, caught her in the carriage trying to sneak down to the docks whenever he went to attend to business matters.
At 17, her parents had begun trying to marry her off. Sam makes it a point to lead on suitors then shatter their hopes as the adults start pressuring her. Having exhausted any hope of finding a husband for her in Avalon, the hope turned to her finding a groom amidst nobility. For the first time this year she’s being sent to Belchester. Her parents are hopeful that someone there can change her attitudes on marriage, but Sam has very different ideas. With the watchful eyes no longer constantly hovering over her, she intends to turn the adults’ plan on its head and make the trip her own personal getaway that does not include being paraded for a multitude of spoiled boys.
Personality: In a word, firecracker. Reckless, tomboyish, not at all the perfect lady her parents wanted. Also not above settling a heated argument with a smashed nose. She never felt at home in the wealthy nobility and all their etiquette and rules and fancy dress. She would much rather see the world and do real things, not the fake life she likes to call what she’s forced to live at home. For others it may be how they wish to live, but it has never been anything less than a facade for Sam.
She’s not a romantic - not after having it cheesily shoved in her face for a year and a half now - but that’s not to say she’s hopeless. She couldn’t tell you what it is she wants in someone, but the answer is someone who is real rather than the image their money would have them put on. She doubts this is the right place to find that and does not have high hopes. But so long as there are princes buying the drinks, she can still have some fun.
Other: She’s always wanted to learn dueling. Playing with swords was never considered “ladylike” and her parents would never condone it. She once said she would be thrilled the day she could slice a potato out of the air. |
3,962 | 92 | 4 | 1,175 | 849 | Cassiopeia was not happy, in fact one could even describe her as enraged. She was gazing at the man in front of her in a way that to the rest of the world would looked mildly annoyed but she was, in fact, seeing red as she reminded herself that she looked much better with her head attached to her shoulders.
“You come into my home, terrorize my staff, and attempt to bully and blackmail me into a marriage that would ruin not only myself, but also all the people who’s livelihood depends on me and you proclaim it is in the name of love? Do I look the part of an idiot Uncle?” Cassiopeia raised an eyebrow at the man who she had despised most of her life. He was her relation in law only, but he had tried to insinuate himself in her life like she wasn’t his better. He was a baron, only to save Cassi’s aunt the embarrassment of marrying someone of common blood. Not that Cassi had any issue with his status but he was vile, the low of the low. He only proved this as he tried to blackmail her into a marriage with one of his business acquaintances. Her aunt claimed he has good qualities. Cassi claimed his only good quality was his acting.
“Cassiopeia, you are 20 years old, high past time you got married at your status. You cannot presume to think you can run the duchy by yourself!” Her uncle probably would have kept ranting if Cassi hadn’t held up a hand to stop him. He was red in the face as she poured herself a cup of tea, as it was finally cool enough to drink. He didn’t dare interrupt her though, and she took her time, mixing in sugar and bringing it to her lips, savoring the taste and relishing her uncle’s impatience with her. Finally she set the cup in the saucer with a gentle clink and deigned to respond to him.
“I am more than equipped to run the duchy and I do not need you or your sycophants trying to tell me how. I have no need for a husband, Uncle. I have no need for money or land, and I have two wonderful heirs in the form of your beautiful children. If I should marry it shall be for love, and that’s all I shall say on the matter. If you continue with these games Uncle, it would be a shame if I should call upon those debts you owe me. I hear that the food at the debtors prison is atrocious. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go find Mother, as we have other matters to attend to.” Cassi didn’t wait for an answer. Instead she stood and walked out of the parlor deeper into the house. Once she was sure she was quite alone, she screamed into her hands, resisting the urge to break something. She understood that she was not a male, and that she would always be treated as less but the amount of patriarchal bullshit that she is fed on a daily basis, was nigh on ridiculous.
Cassiopeia took a deep breath to compose herself before she did what she told her uncle she was going to do and found her mother.
Her mother was in fact, checking the last of her preparations for her trip to the capital. Half of her possessions were already packed in the carriage, but her mother was never one to let lie.
“Mother, I have more than I could possibly need. We haven’t forgotten anything and even if we had, the capital is less than a days ride away. I can send for anything I could possibly need.” Cassi reassured her mother who sighed at her daughter, but chose not to start a fight about it.
“I’m assuming your Uncle has been sent on his way?” Cecilia, Cassi’s mother, asked her and Cassi nodded, as she escorted her mother to the informal dining room.
“Yes, and hopefully he should stay away this time. If he does not, you must write to me immediately mother, and send it with our fastest horse. I will not have him harassing you while I’m indisposed at the Capital.” Cassi instructed her mother, as dinner was served to them. Her mother redirected the conversation but Cassi’s mood remained troubled all evening.
Cassi has arrived to the capital the day before the introduction ball, since she was quite close to the royal family and wanted some time around the castle before things got too crazy. She had taken the morning to socialize and the afternoon to get ready. She was a representative of her country, whether she was here for marriage or not. This was all derailed by her lady’s maid telling Cassi that she was pregnant.
“You’re...pregnant. I see.” Cassi said, her mind whirling a million miles an hour. She couldn’t keep her here, but she needed a lady’s maid. She also didn’t have the time to train a whole new lady’s maid. It was...an inconvenience. She of course didn’t let it show on her face, the girl already looked like she was about to pass out.
“I’ll need to keep you around for a few more days, if that’s okay. Does the father know?” Cassi asked her and Katherine shook her head.
“I only realized this morning ma’am.” Katherine told her and Cassi nodded slowly.
“Well I’ll need your help finding a new lady’s maid. Snoop around some of the palace staff, see if you can find any rough gems, otherwise I’ll send for one from a finishing school. I want you to turn over all my washing to the palace staff and I’d like you to move into my solar.” Cassi told her. It wasn’t uncommon for lady’s maid’s to sleep in the suite, but then Cassi had always been curiously independent, but this girl had been her maid since she was 13 years old, and she owed her everything.
“It wouldn’t be a problem for me to stay where I am m’lady.” Katherine protested but Cassi shook her head.
“I don’t want to take any chances, you are precious to me Katherine and I want you taken care off.” Cassi told the girl who smiled gratefully at her mistress, knowing it would be difficult to persuade her otherwise.
“Oh dear, I need to go down to the ball, I’m late.” Cassi took one last look at her face and hair, making sure everything was perfect.
Cassi entered the ballroom from a side entrance, relatively unnoticed. She observed the participants, it was still relatively quiet, and the dancing hadn’t started yet, although it would soon even if Cassi had to start it herself. She grabbed a drink, and started slowly sipping it as she took a few moments to herself, simply watching the room as everyone discovered each other. | Filled TitlesMerriedgeKing: open
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3,963 | 92 | 5 | 610 | 118 | For an event that was supposed to bring future husbands and wives together, there was awfully little courtship going on. Then again, Vesa supposed that he was not exactly the best person to decide what was considered courtship or not; he had only ever attended one other ball, and that was nowhere as grand as this one. It had not even been one of the kingdom-wide balls, held at Hesey, and had been just a small function hosted by one of the more well-known lords in West Burlia. In fact, now that Vesa thought about it, calling the alcohol-fueled, expletive-filled, fight-starting event a ball was an insult to all balls.
He snickered inwardly at the thought as he stood near the entrance of the ballroom, his arms stuffed into the pockets of his coat as he watched the various peoples. The nobility - easily spotted thanks in no small part to their elaborate clothes - clustered together, sipping on their drinks as they no doubt discussed matters of import, while servants flitted through the crowd, their presence either ignored or not even noticed, as they removed soiled cutlery and replaced them with clean ones.
Vesa drew in a deep breath, and straightened his back. Whether he liked it or not, he had just taken a month-long journey down from Raikkavar to Belchester, and he was not about to let all that effort go to waste. Even if he did not find a wide - as he himself suspected - he was going to have his fill of southern food and drink. He felt almost certain that it had to be better than the austere fare he ate on a daily basis back in his march.
He walked over to one of the tables, where a lady stood as she took sips from her glass (). "Excuse me," Vesa said, a little more curtly than he had intended, though his intent had been to be brief. Just as he wrapped his fingers around a glass, and was about to lift it, he felt a hand clap down on his shoulder.
"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?" A stern voice asked from behind.
Vesa shrugged the hand off his shoulder and turned around, coming face-to-face with one of the castle's guards. "Practicing flower arrangement," He replied dryly, and looked at the guard's unamused face with an equally unamused look of his own. "Having a drink, what does it look like?"
The guard folded his arms and scowled. "You have some lip, for a bodyguard. This is for nobles only. Go find your lord or lady if you want something to drink."
"I-" Vesa began, then remembered his attire. To just about anyone, he must have looked like a regular Burlian soldier, and he did not exactly have a nobleman's face or tongue. A sudden as it came, Vesa's indignation disappeared, replaced by a sense of dull amusement and relief. It would not be too much of a trouble to clear up the misunderstanding. "You are mistaken," He said, his face neutral and expressionless. "I am Vesa Kaivarri, marquess of Raikkavar."
The guard looked at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. He collected himself soon enough, and said, "Right, and I'm the King of Merriedge. Stop with your delusions and come with me. Raikkavar's not even a real place."
Vesa blinked once, then twice. Perhaps the guard had not been informed of the list of people attending, or more realistically, he could not remember everyone's name and title, but still, he felt rather surprised, and a little wounded, that his march was so unknown. "It is a march of Burlia," He said slowly, as if he were explaining something to a young child. "Eternal winter, hunger, depression, no?"
Whatever mirth the guard had disappeared, and his face turned hard. "Look, I haven't got all day. Come with me now, or we'll have problems."
Vesa could think of many problems, though most of them involved the consequences of him assaulting a Merriedgean guard, or even accidentally killing him. He let out a sigh of frustration, and glanced over at the lady beside him, hoping that she could somehow lend him a hand. | Vesa Kaivarri, Marquess of Raikkavar
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 21
Nationality: Burlian
Physical Appearance
Vesa stands at 5'7", a little taller than most Burlians, thanks to his mixed parentage. At a weight of 140 pounds, he cuts a rather slender build; again, atypical of your average Burlian. He sports a pair of sharp, blue eyes, and coupled with his pale skin, he looks almost like a reflection of the coastal, snowbound march he rules. Again, atypical of most Burlians, he sports a head of pale, brown hair, messily cut with not much care with regards to fashion. Vesa has the face of a person who has probably never cracked a smile in years, looking dour more oft than not.
Character Appearance
For the most part, he prefers simple clothes to elaborate ones. His usual attire would be a dark grey frock coat, reaching down to his knees and cinched around the waist with a belt, the belt in turn supported by a thin shoulder belt. His pants would be of a lighter shade of grey, tucked into gaiters wrapped around his calves and boots. A wide-brimmed hat sits atop his head.
Coming from rough lands, Vesa prefers to keep himself well-armed, and has a sword hanging from his left, and two pistols on the opposite side.
Background
Had Vesa been born into any other noble family, and under the same circumstances, he would have been disowned from the moment of his birth, at the very least. The product of a drunken tryst between his father and the daughter of a travelling Edochean merchant, it was only thanks to his father's strong sense of honour - and the fact that he had neither children nor wife - that he agreed to raise Vesa as a legitimate son, and even potential heir to his title.
The north-eastern march where Vesa grew up was considered to be hard country, even by Burlian standards. Though there were fertile fishing grounds just off the coast, rough seas made venturing out a dangerous activity, if not outright lethal. Piracy and banditry were rampant, with brigands often hopping between the borders of Stonia and Burlia, making the job of hunting them down troublesome, if not outright impossible. As such, although Vesa was part of a noble family, he grew up in relative austerity, which was made even tougher due to his father's insistence that he learn how to fight and lead men almost as soon as he was able to hold a gun.
This proved to be wise on the older Kaivarri's part, as he met an untimely end during a skirmish with a particularly large group of bandits, leaving Vesa to become a full marquess at the age of sixteen.
Personality
Hard conditions breed hard people, and Vesa is no exception. Stern, serious, and seemingly without a trace of fun in his body, he often sounds older than his twenty-one years, even if he does not look it. Whatever little humour he has is expressed in sharp, direct, and sometimes bordering on being personally offensive, quips. A man with a strong sense of honour, Vesa has a special disdain for those who would neglect duty, or those who would abuse their powers or position.
Knowing the full story behind his conception, Vesa often feels ill at ease when amongst other nobles of proper birth, even within the Burlian court. Having lived simply, and with minimal luxuries, for much of his life, he feels discomfort even when in the presence of lavish displays of affluence; not that he finds it morally repugnant, but it is simply too strange for him. As such, Vesa often feels much more at home among commoners, and would much rather have his dinner in a local tavern than at a banquet, if he could have his way.
Other
- Respected and perhaps even loved by his people for his relentless efforts in fighting pirates and bandits, but thought of as a butcher by some outside of his realm, thanks in no small part to his brutal and merciless methods.
- Skilled marksman and swordsman. Not at the level of someone who dedicates their life to the art, mind you, but rather, he possesses the skill that comes naturally with not dying over the course of several skirmishes.
- Likes dogs and potatoes. Not necessarily in that order, or in that combination. |
3,964 | 92 | 6 | 1,175 | 849 | Cassiopeia moved a slight step back to move out of the man’s way. She glanced quickly over him and deduced he was from Burlia, which she thought was curious. The last time she had been at court there had been a baron from Burlia but she was quick to learn how rare that was. So far she was two for two with Burlian nobles, how serendipitous.
Then a guard was trying to remove him from the party, stating that the man wasn’t a noble but in fact a guard judged solely on how the man was dressed. Cassi was silent through most of the interaction until the man, Vesa, looked at her for help.
“I didn’t know that the palace guards were trained in all the noble fashion from the different kingdoms.” Cassi spoke up, raising an eyebrow who turned his attention to the duchess, attempting to make a rebuttal. She glared at him and any words he would have spoken died in at his lips before she continued her little tirade.
“Obviously whoever trained you was terrible at teaching or perhaps you were just a terrible student. While this isn’t the height of Burlian fashion, considering it’s raining so hard outside it’s soaking through people’s outer coats, the choice to wear something slightly more durable is a smart choice. Furthermore, do you doubt in the rest of the guard so much you thought you’d take it into your own hands? There are guards posted at every door into this room, correct? Double checking that they are in fact an invited member of the Gentry and not someone who just decided to waltz right in? Furthermore have you seen a Burlian guard without a Burlian noble in attendance? It happens very, very irregularly. They are very loyal to their country, a noble trait indeed. And since there are no other Burlians in attendance so far we must be able to deduce that this man is in fact a Burlian noble.” Cassiopeia asked him with a raised eyebrow as she took a sip of her drink, waiting for his response. He immediately took his hand off of Vesa and stumbled a few steps back.
“Of course, Your Grace. My apologies My Lord.” He said hastily before running off. Cassiopeia couldn’t help but laugh quietly into her cup before returning her attention to the Burlian lord.
“I do apologize for that, Lord Kaivarri, and I will do my best to make sure it doesn’t happen again. I’m Cassiopeia du Fey, duchess of Ashyonberry. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Cassiopeia smiled brightly at Vesa, hoping he didn’t storm off indignantly. | Filled TitlesMerriedgeKing: open
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3,965 | 92 | 7 | 610 | 118 | Vesa's shoulders relaxed visibly, and he heaved an inward sigh of relief, as the guard released him. To sprinkle a little more salt onto the guard's presumably wounded ego, Vesa shot him a piercing glare as he straightened his coat, then proceeded to make a show of brushing off the shoulder that the guard had gripped. Still, despite everything, Vesa could feel a sense of pity for the guard. He was only doing his job, after all, and it was just his misfortune that he was both misinformed, and was on the receiving end of Cassiopeia's words.
"Make certain before you accost someone next time." Vesa said as the guard scurried off, sounding as if he were giving one of his own men a light reprimand. The guard gave no acknowledgement that he had heard Vesa's words, and the marquess honestly did not care much either way. He was much more intrigued by Cassiopeia's knowledge of Burlian culture. It was not everyday that he met someone outside of Burlia who spoke with such authority on anything related to the place.
First of all, however, there were the pleasantries he had to get past. If he did not go through with them, he felt quite certain that Raiki would jump out from some hidden corner to give him a very stern talking to. Vesa removed his hat and held it to his chest, and bowed, holding it there for a second before standing back up. "Thank you, my lady." He said, and introduced himself once more, this time in a more proper manner. "I am no lord, however. I am the marquess Vesa Kaivarri, marcher lord of Raikkavar, guardian of Burlia's north-western frontier. Pleased to make your acquaintance, as well."
He placed the hat back on his head, pulling down on the brim to make sure that it had a snug fit. With the pleasantries out of the way, he allowed himself to relax slightly, and picked up the drink that he had been intending to take earlier. He took a long sip as he looked around the room once more, savouring the sweet taste and aroma of the southern drink. "This is good, this," He said as he looked back at Cassiopeia, his face impassive, though his tone sounded more affable. At least, he hoped it sounded that way; being affable was not something he had to do in a very long time. "I mean no disrespect, but I was surprised that you knew much about Burlian culture." He began. "It is not something I imagined to be taught in much detail outside of Burlia itself."
() | Vesa Kaivarri, Marquess of Raikkavar
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 21
Nationality: Burlian
Physical Appearance
Vesa stands at 5'7", a little taller than most Burlians, thanks to his mixed parentage. At a weight of 140 pounds, he cuts a rather slender build; again, atypical of your average Burlian. He sports a pair of sharp, blue eyes, and coupled with his pale skin, he looks almost like a reflection of the coastal, snowbound march he rules. Again, atypical of most Burlians, he sports a head of pale, brown hair, messily cut with not much care with regards to fashion. Vesa has the face of a person who has probably never cracked a smile in years, looking dour more oft than not.
Character Appearance
For the most part, he prefers simple clothes to elaborate ones. His usual attire would be a dark grey frock coat, reaching down to his knees and cinched around the waist with a belt, the belt in turn supported by a thin shoulder belt. His pants would be of a lighter shade of grey, tucked into gaiters wrapped around his calves and boots. A wide-brimmed hat sits atop his head.
Coming from rough lands, Vesa prefers to keep himself well-armed, and has a sword hanging from his left, and two pistols on the opposite side.
Background
Had Vesa been born into any other noble family, and under the same circumstances, he would have been disowned from the moment of his birth, at the very least. The product of a drunken tryst between his father and the daughter of a travelling Edochean merchant, it was only thanks to his father's strong sense of honour - and the fact that he had neither children nor wife - that he agreed to raise Vesa as a legitimate son, and even potential heir to his title.
The north-eastern march where Vesa grew up was considered to be hard country, even by Burlian standards. Though there were fertile fishing grounds just off the coast, rough seas made venturing out a dangerous activity, if not outright lethal. Piracy and banditry were rampant, with brigands often hopping between the borders of Stonia and Burlia, making the job of hunting them down troublesome, if not outright impossible. As such, although Vesa was part of a noble family, he grew up in relative austerity, which was made even tougher due to his father's insistence that he learn how to fight and lead men almost as soon as he was able to hold a gun.
This proved to be wise on the older Kaivarri's part, as he met an untimely end during a skirmish with a particularly large group of bandits, leaving Vesa to become a full marquess at the age of sixteen.
Personality
Hard conditions breed hard people, and Vesa is no exception. Stern, serious, and seemingly without a trace of fun in his body, he often sounds older than his twenty-one years, even if he does not look it. Whatever little humour he has is expressed in sharp, direct, and sometimes bordering on being personally offensive, quips. A man with a strong sense of honour, Vesa has a special disdain for those who would neglect duty, or those who would abuse their powers or position.
Knowing the full story behind his conception, Vesa often feels ill at ease when amongst other nobles of proper birth, even within the Burlian court. Having lived simply, and with minimal luxuries, for much of his life, he feels discomfort even when in the presence of lavish displays of affluence; not that he finds it morally repugnant, but it is simply too strange for him. As such, Vesa often feels much more at home among commoners, and would much rather have his dinner in a local tavern than at a banquet, if he could have his way.
Other
- Respected and perhaps even loved by his people for his relentless efforts in fighting pirates and bandits, but thought of as a butcher by some outside of his realm, thanks in no small part to his brutal and merciless methods.
- Skilled marksman and swordsman. Not at the level of someone who dedicates their life to the art, mind you, but rather, he possesses the skill that comes naturally with not dying over the course of several skirmishes.
- Likes dogs and potatoes. Not necessarily in that order, or in that combination. |
3,966 | 92 | 8 | 1,175 | 849 | “I believe it is from our southern neighbors of Curiour. A good vintage, of course I expect nothing less. We have to make a good impression after all.” Cassi replied, taking another sip, noticing with dismay that her glass was almost empty. Getting drunk tonight would not do, and so this was her only glass she’d be drinking tonight. When he asked about her knowledge of Burlia she smiled brightly at him.
“My duchy shares a border with your country, and I do business with your capitol as well, although I can’t say I’ve personally been that far north. I’ve been meaning to make the journey but another emergency always seems to happen just as I’ve found the time.” Cassiopeia was rambling, just a bit. Interacting with strangers is something she hasn’t done in a long while, and it was an art that needed to be practiced just like any other.
“Regardless of that, basic knowledge of all countries’ etiquette should be practiced, you never know when it could be needed. I’m also quite adept at sounding at sounding like an expert about things I know very little about. I hope you’ll forgive me.” Cassiopeia admitted, a slight blush painting on her cheeks. It wasn’t that she thought she was wrong in what she said, however she also wasn’t certain when she said it. His words confirmed what she thought she knew though, and it made her feel better.
“If you don’t mind my asking, it’s rare we see a Burlian noble at Court, let alone someone who I’m sure is as busy as you.” Cassiopeia deflected the attention back to him, curious to know the answer. Her business was mostly with the southern part of the country, and any dealing with the Capitol she met them halfway if she met them personally at all, so her knowledge of the northern, especially the northwestern, part of the country was sparse. She set her glass on a passing server’s tray, grabbing another one, already breaking her rule of one glass per night, but she was more out of element than she thought and another glass wouldn’t kill anyone. | Filled TitlesMerriedgeKing: open
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3,967 | 92 | 9 | 610 | 118 | A mirthless chuckle escaped Vesa's lips when she made mention of wanting to make a trip to his little corner of Burlia, or at least, the general region. "My lady, Burlia's northwest has little to see." He said, and immediately felt his heart grow slightly heavier. It must have seemed unprofessional - traitorous, even - for him to talk about his land in such a way, but the truth was the truth. Raikkavar, and the surrounding lands, had little to offer. "Unless you enjoy the cold, snow, and barren rock for as far as the eye can see, I cannot recommend that you make a special trip there."
He paused for a moment, feeling as if he needed to say something good about his homeland. "The fish, however, is exceptional. Fresh from the northern sea."
Cassiopeia's mention of her feigned expertise on Burlian culture almost brought a grin to Vesa's face. However, he kept his expression neutral, and merely nodded. "Knowledge is power, aye." He agreed. "Though I know little of areas outside of Burlia. Not enough for me to hold my own as you had done earlier, in any case. I am not flattering when I say that had you not told me that you were feigning expertise, I would have not known. You sounded..." He trailed off for a moment, thinking of the proper word or phrase to use. "Like you had authority on the subject."
Vesa did not answer her next question immediately. Instead, he finished his drink and placed it on the empty tray of a passing serving girl, thanking her as he did. Almost immediately, he picked up two small tarts from another passing servant's tray. Everything seemed so convenient here, with food and drink moving to the people rather than the other way around. The tarts were strange to Vesa, being filled with a yellow substance, almost like hard pudding. He took a bite out of one before offering the other to Cassiopeia. "Tastes sweet, so I suppose it is good." He said.
Only then did he answer her question. "As for why I am here," He began, looking down for a moment. Just how was he supposed to answer that question? He had no doubts that outing himself as a bastard would be a bad idea, even if he could assume that someone as high up as a duchess would have undoubtedly heard of a bastard ruling an obscure corner of Burlia. Neither did Vesa want to make himself sound like some sort of sour grape; that would leave a poor impression, as well. He was rough around the edges in terms of etiquette, but he was not completely lacking in terms of social grace.
"With pirates and bandits in my march, you are right in saying that I'm busy." He admitted, and looked back up at her. That was as much truth as he was willing to share for now, and he kept his face impassive as he continued, "But it has been a very long time since I had time to myself. My family has also been badgering me to..." He trailed off once more, gesturing with his free hand to the rest of the ballroom. "You know, whatever it is that nobles do, and so I decided to kill two birds with one stone."
() | Vesa Kaivarri, Marquess of Raikkavar
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 21
Nationality: Burlian
Physical Appearance
Vesa stands at 5'7", a little taller than most Burlians, thanks to his mixed parentage. At a weight of 140 pounds, he cuts a rather slender build; again, atypical of your average Burlian. He sports a pair of sharp, blue eyes, and coupled with his pale skin, he looks almost like a reflection of the coastal, snowbound march he rules. Again, atypical of most Burlians, he sports a head of pale, brown hair, messily cut with not much care with regards to fashion. Vesa has the face of a person who has probably never cracked a smile in years, looking dour more oft than not.
Character Appearance
For the most part, he prefers simple clothes to elaborate ones. His usual attire would be a dark grey frock coat, reaching down to his knees and cinched around the waist with a belt, the belt in turn supported by a thin shoulder belt. His pants would be of a lighter shade of grey, tucked into gaiters wrapped around his calves and boots. A wide-brimmed hat sits atop his head.
Coming from rough lands, Vesa prefers to keep himself well-armed, and has a sword hanging from his left, and two pistols on the opposite side.
Background
Had Vesa been born into any other noble family, and under the same circumstances, he would have been disowned from the moment of his birth, at the very least. The product of a drunken tryst between his father and the daughter of a travelling Edochean merchant, it was only thanks to his father's strong sense of honour - and the fact that he had neither children nor wife - that he agreed to raise Vesa as a legitimate son, and even potential heir to his title.
The north-eastern march where Vesa grew up was considered to be hard country, even by Burlian standards. Though there were fertile fishing grounds just off the coast, rough seas made venturing out a dangerous activity, if not outright lethal. Piracy and banditry were rampant, with brigands often hopping between the borders of Stonia and Burlia, making the job of hunting them down troublesome, if not outright impossible. As such, although Vesa was part of a noble family, he grew up in relative austerity, which was made even tougher due to his father's insistence that he learn how to fight and lead men almost as soon as he was able to hold a gun.
This proved to be wise on the older Kaivarri's part, as he met an untimely end during a skirmish with a particularly large group of bandits, leaving Vesa to become a full marquess at the age of sixteen.
Personality
Hard conditions breed hard people, and Vesa is no exception. Stern, serious, and seemingly without a trace of fun in his body, he often sounds older than his twenty-one years, even if he does not look it. Whatever little humour he has is expressed in sharp, direct, and sometimes bordering on being personally offensive, quips. A man with a strong sense of honour, Vesa has a special disdain for those who would neglect duty, or those who would abuse their powers or position.
Knowing the full story behind his conception, Vesa often feels ill at ease when amongst other nobles of proper birth, even within the Burlian court. Having lived simply, and with minimal luxuries, for much of his life, he feels discomfort even when in the presence of lavish displays of affluence; not that he finds it morally repugnant, but it is simply too strange for him. As such, Vesa often feels much more at home among commoners, and would much rather have his dinner in a local tavern than at a banquet, if he could have his way.
Other
- Respected and perhaps even loved by his people for his relentless efforts in fighting pirates and bandits, but thought of as a butcher by some outside of his realm, thanks in no small part to his brutal and merciless methods.
- Skilled marksman and swordsman. Not at the level of someone who dedicates their life to the art, mind you, but rather, he possesses the skill that comes naturally with not dying over the course of several skirmishes.
- Likes dogs and potatoes. Not necessarily in that order, or in that combination. |
3,968 | 92 | 10 | 1,175 | 849 | “Ah I’m sure you sell yourself short, if the citizens of your march model you, it would be a lovely visit, regardless of the landscape.” Cassiopeia countered his harsh description of his land. Her duchy wasn’t the prettiest, since it shared a similar landscape in the north except for the southeastern corner.
“Thank you.” Cassiopeia took the tart deftly from his hand, trying not to squish it as she did. She didn’t know the name of these, but they were quite delicious. She popped it into her mouth, washing it down with another sip of her wine. The combination, however, wasn’t the best and she did her best to contain her wince at the taste.
“I understand, I’m here for roughly the same reason. Although I’ll admit, I’m not here to look for a match. More so to create new alliances.” Cassiopeia said, taking her attention off of his face and towards the ballroom. It was slowly filling up with nobles from all different corners of the world. Cassiopeia did know who Vesa was, in the most abstract of ways. She didn’t care, in fact his story had sparked the most ludicrous of ideas, if she didn’t find a husband at the end of this season.
Cassiopeia returned her attention to Vesa, before seeing something next to him.
“Ah, speaking of your fish.” Cassiopeia smiled as she grabbed two of them. They were breaded and seasoned cut into small pieces. Normally Cassi has these as a main course with some dip but this would do just fine. She handed one to him as she ate the other, it had just a little bit of heat to get rid of the previous combination she had eaten. | Filled TitlesMerriedgeKing: open
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3,969 | 92 | 11 | 610 | 118 | Vesa nodded his thanks as he took the piece of fish from her hand. While he had certainly heard of people breading and frying fish, it was not a style of cooking that he was accustomed to. "We usually cook them over an open flame," He said as he took a bite, feeling rather pleasantly surprised went he felt a tinge of heat spread across his tongue. One's sense of smell and taste were often dulled due to the low temperatures of the north, and so most dishes were quite heavy with spices. When they were available, of course. "Usually coated in spices to give them a nice sear, and a bit of warmth."
He popped the rest of the fish into his mouth, savouring the crunch of the fried coating. It was just too bad that wheat products were still in far too much demand for anyone to wish to waste them on making breadcrumbs rather than actual bread. "It's good, though." He said with an affirming nod, then took another glass of the wine, taking a long sip from it to wash the fish down.
"You are too kind to my people and I," Vesa said, in response to her appraisal of his land. "But I suppose you are right. I may have been too harsh with my words." Raikkavar did have it's own charm, rough and unpolished as it was. The early morning mists over the Northern Sea, Vesa recalled, were indeed quite a sight to behold. To anyone standing on the shore, it would feel as if the world had been engulfed by a gigantic cloud, and there was nothing but a cooling, grey mass for as far as the eye could see.
However, the beauty came with a very high price, and Vesa knew from experience that pirates often used the mist to cover their advances as they crept towards any one of the fishing villages hugging the Raikkavar shoreline. Such raids were often devastating; the mist prevented anyone from raising the alarm early enough for Vesa's men to sally forth, and the pirates knew that they only had the one opportunity to gather as much loot as they could, and so they were far more ruthless in their pillaging.
Vesa shook his head slightly to clear it. Now was not the time to think about the North Sea pirates, even though he would have liked nothing more at that moment than to ride back to Raikkavar to find out how things were. "I highly doubt that most people here are looking for a match," He said with a nod, and looked around the ballroom for the umpteenth time. More and more people were filing into the ballroom, and he could see that those who looked as if they were the most powerful were attracting most of the attention. "But better for there to be alliances than war."
He cleared his throat once more. "Ah, I have been meaning to ask, but I would like to know a little about your lands." He said with a little bow of his head. "If you do not mind, of course."
() | Vesa Kaivarri, Marquess of Raikkavar
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 21
Nationality: Burlian
Physical Appearance
Vesa stands at 5'7", a little taller than most Burlians, thanks to his mixed parentage. At a weight of 140 pounds, he cuts a rather slender build; again, atypical of your average Burlian. He sports a pair of sharp, blue eyes, and coupled with his pale skin, he looks almost like a reflection of the coastal, snowbound march he rules. Again, atypical of most Burlians, he sports a head of pale, brown hair, messily cut with not much care with regards to fashion. Vesa has the face of a person who has probably never cracked a smile in years, looking dour more oft than not.
Character Appearance
For the most part, he prefers simple clothes to elaborate ones. His usual attire would be a dark grey frock coat, reaching down to his knees and cinched around the waist with a belt, the belt in turn supported by a thin shoulder belt. His pants would be of a lighter shade of grey, tucked into gaiters wrapped around his calves and boots. A wide-brimmed hat sits atop his head.
Coming from rough lands, Vesa prefers to keep himself well-armed, and has a sword hanging from his left, and two pistols on the opposite side.
Background
Had Vesa been born into any other noble family, and under the same circumstances, he would have been disowned from the moment of his birth, at the very least. The product of a drunken tryst between his father and the daughter of a travelling Edochean merchant, it was only thanks to his father's strong sense of honour - and the fact that he had neither children nor wife - that he agreed to raise Vesa as a legitimate son, and even potential heir to his title.
The north-eastern march where Vesa grew up was considered to be hard country, even by Burlian standards. Though there were fertile fishing grounds just off the coast, rough seas made venturing out a dangerous activity, if not outright lethal. Piracy and banditry were rampant, with brigands often hopping between the borders of Stonia and Burlia, making the job of hunting them down troublesome, if not outright impossible. As such, although Vesa was part of a noble family, he grew up in relative austerity, which was made even tougher due to his father's insistence that he learn how to fight and lead men almost as soon as he was able to hold a gun.
This proved to be wise on the older Kaivarri's part, as he met an untimely end during a skirmish with a particularly large group of bandits, leaving Vesa to become a full marquess at the age of sixteen.
Personality
Hard conditions breed hard people, and Vesa is no exception. Stern, serious, and seemingly without a trace of fun in his body, he often sounds older than his twenty-one years, even if he does not look it. Whatever little humour he has is expressed in sharp, direct, and sometimes bordering on being personally offensive, quips. A man with a strong sense of honour, Vesa has a special disdain for those who would neglect duty, or those who would abuse their powers or position.
Knowing the full story behind his conception, Vesa often feels ill at ease when amongst other nobles of proper birth, even within the Burlian court. Having lived simply, and with minimal luxuries, for much of his life, he feels discomfort even when in the presence of lavish displays of affluence; not that he finds it morally repugnant, but it is simply too strange for him. As such, Vesa often feels much more at home among commoners, and would much rather have his dinner in a local tavern than at a banquet, if he could have his way.
Other
- Respected and perhaps even loved by his people for his relentless efforts in fighting pirates and bandits, but thought of as a butcher by some outside of his realm, thanks in no small part to his brutal and merciless methods.
- Skilled marksman and swordsman. Not at the level of someone who dedicates their life to the art, mind you, but rather, he possesses the skill that comes naturally with not dying over the course of several skirmishes.
- Likes dogs and potatoes. Not necessarily in that order, or in that combination. |
3,970 | 92 | 12 | 486 | 30 | Duchess Philomena Ceswick
A few guests would come and greet her, exchange a few schmoozes and either bold or discreet proposals from the lesser nobles. She heard it all before, and none of it was distinctly new, or even impressive to her. Not to the point that it would make her put an interest to that certain person. It's a repetitive cycle of Voromian courting mixed with the trivialities of politics. It was a world she was exposed to and honed to be the best in. All she's doing here is fulfilling her duties, and tonight, she'll make sure to do so well.
Not long since she arrived, she caught in the corner of her eye a man coming to her direction in officer's garbs of distinctly Stonian make. Graying hair as meticulously polished as his mustache, tilting with his smile as he gave her a respectful bow. "Ah. Lady Ceswick. Such a pleasure to meet you here." She allowed the captain to take her hand for a kiss.
Philomena greeted the familiar face, with an earnest smile she returned his greeting with a curtsy "Likewise, Captain Haugen." Captain Haugen is one of the heads of the Stonian army, an influential man and a good friend to her father. Since she took his place Haugen has been in collaboration with Philomena in the military aspect as far as ruling the duchy goes. Her father was deeply supportive of the army that he provide half of the duchy's profits to fund them, planning ahead of the brewing war they so look forward to.
"Finding other means in resolving our political matters my Lady?" he joined the duchess at her crowd scoping, his voice textured and nonchalant. "Only looking for opportunities that would save us the bloodshed, Captain. " Unlike her father, Philomena thinks, if it can be helped, that theres no need for wasting the duchy's resources in war, and would rely on the diplomatic way of settling it. Nobody wants to repeat that part of history, indeed an all out war between the countries would be the darkest Voromia will ever witnessed.
"I suppose it wouldnt hurt to try. Although if I were you I would not put all my hope to it." there was a tone of skepticism in his voice, turning to the young woman his voice now shifted in concern " And I dont suppose this is what your heart truly wishes." The duchess didnt move her current stare, and sounded more determined on her choice of words "It is not a matter of what my heart wishes, Captain. It's never been that. "
"Of course my Lady." The conversation fell into silence for a short moment. "But I know your father would have wanted that for you. I know the man well enough, and of course, you too." Captain Haugen smiled, showing the soft creases of his aged face, winking at the young woman who was frozen in surprise at his words. Could she be that obvious? If so when? As she recalls the many nights ago at a ballroom party, a celebration being held in Stonia's founding. Maybe she was less guarded after a few sips of wine, making herself obviously swooning over the beautiful red haired troubadour. But that was it as far as she knew.
After a few breaths the captain recommenced his words "That romantic commitment does not define you, instead you rule on your own. You know how to handle great power, and that's what makes you an exceptional leader, Lady Ceswick." Philomena felt a surge of relief. Of course he doesn't know, and as usual Philomena has a tendency to overthink this kind of matter.
"Thank you Captain Haugen. Your words bring me great encouragement." After keeping her company for a while the Captain excused himself, as one of his men asked for him leaving Philomena alone once again with her thoughts. The kind that worries and troubles her, even if it's not entirely necessary to. She was spaced out at the gorgeous view before her, roses that accumulated some dew drew sparkles from the moonlight.
A voice had cut her from her trance, looking over her side in an almost abrupt manner, a woman was now standing next to her. She offered her refreshments, a servant obviously yet at first glance she didn't think her to be. Collecting herself she took one from her tray, and unsuspectingly glanced at her face, more so lingering at her cheek with a faint mark, like a bruise she guessed. "So, is hitting servants a Merriedge national past time? How brutish.". There was a hint of sorry in her face but realizing that she was staring far too long she turned away. She wasn't as resolute as she thought she is, probably because of the long travel from Stonia had left her restless, or that the stress of this whole seasons was finally starting to stack up on her. "Thank you for the drink." she said. "I'm sorry miss, I did not mean to stare." | Duchess Philomena Ceswick
Title: Duchess
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Closeted Homosexual
Age: 20
Nationality: Stonia
Character Appearance: Standing at 5'6, physically fit, long blonde waves and a rosy complexion. She dresses herself accordingly with elaborately fashioned dresses, skirts and some jewelries. reference
Background: Philomena is the youngest child among her four siblings, and the only one who have yet to get married. Her father passed away when she was quite young and the moment she came of age, she took her father's place in court, as per his own dying request. He was very confident that his daughter was more than capable of running the duchy as he watched her remarkably grow and trained under his wing. That's why her mother tirelessly put her up through the yearly seasons in the hopes of not only marrying her off, but also with a motive to build relations and solidifying allegiances specially now that there is some growing tension between Stonia and Edochat. As a duchess with genuine devotion to her country she is aware that her duty comes first before her own interests, and although she has truly none of it in looking for a man to marry, it is still bound by her responsibilities.
Personality: On the outside she has all the good qualities of a refined young lady. Educated and raised in high society, as a child her family had made sure that she never works a day in her life. She is somewhat spoiled, and may come off as snobbish and entitled at first, but looking pass that is an enthusiastic bluestocking with a fascination for arts and astronomy. When romance is brought up on the table she is rather indifferent of it, or that mainly she just has no interest in the matches given to her by her parents. Although it sounds too auspicious to her, the thought of finding romance still holds some appeal to her. She is very secretive of her inclinations, as to not disappoint her parents and thinks that it would come in between of her true priorities, making it hard for her to choose her heart's true wishes.
Other: Can paint, play the piano, likes to spend quiet evenings watching the stars. Would have wanted to own a pup if not for her allergies. |
3,971 | 92 | 13 | 1,182 | 1,252 | The noble woman she had approached turned to her and Rowan could now see her face. A beautiful, young face. Blue eyes. And those eyes were looking right back at her face. Rowan felt curiosity start to bloom inside of her. None of their guests had looked at her long enough to actually see her face. They either didn't care to look at the little servant girl or they were too busy looking at what was beneath her face, discreetly of course, they were nobles after all. But Rowan had noticed. She almost felt as though for the first time one of these noble people was actually seeing her as a person.
But the blonde woman's gaze on her face was lingering on one spot only, Rowan noticed. And in the next heartbeat she noticed that it was the cheek that had received a slap by the Madam earlier. She felt ashamed that she had even allowed herself to think someone in this room could look at her and look beneath the servants clothes she was wearing. Metaphorically, of course.
Rowan was quick to set a smile on her lips that was bright enough to hide that she might have been in pain before, but not bright enough to make it seem she was being too forward, too personal with the woman. Keep your distance. Don't attract attention. So many times she had heard those words.
Rowan could feel her heartbeat quickening. If the lady would bring it to anyone's attention that Rowan had a faint sign of a slap on her cheek, the night would be over for her. She would have to leave the ballroom and spend the rest of the night working behind closed doors where no guest would see her and feel 'discomforted by her appearance'.
When the woman spoke to her, Rowan was taken aback yet again. She apologized to her. And not only was it an apology, but she had just admitted that she had indeed been laying her eyes on her face for a little too long to be 'appropriate'. Not to mention that she had called her miss.
"It's my pleasure to serve you", Rowan answered with a smile and a slight bow to acknowledge the authority of the woman. She still had no idea who this woman was, but now she had peeked her interest. "Ma'am, you do not have to apologize." A moment later she decided to give an apology herself. "I am sorry if I caused you malaise." The servant didn't try to start a conversation, it wasn't on her to approach the guests with anything but the offer for refreshments and food. They ask, you answer. You do not talk to them otherwise. Rules, rules, rules. The night was young and Rowan already felt herself having trouble with sticking to the simpler rules.
Without having the intention to, her eyes skipped over to two other guests who had some trouble with a guard, but the situation seemed resolved and they were looking rather relaxed in their conversation. Rowan hoped that there wouldn't be complaints from the two nobles. Complaints usually didn't end well for the people working during this very important time. The woman caught her attention for a second. Rowan could hear the music playing so softly, her eyes drifted off to the dance floor and in her head she could see someone pulling her to the middle of the room and waltz with her and nothing else but the beautiful dance mattered. But that wasn't her reality.
Her eyes went back to the woman in front of her. Although her wandering eyes had only been away from the blonde woman's attention for a few seconds, she knew she shouldn't have let her curiosity on the situation with the guard get the best of her. Not paying your full attention towards a guest, even more so if they were talking to you, was considered extremely impolite and the Madam would be furious over Rowan's disrespectful behavior. Rowan scolded herself in her head. Her curiosity and seek for adventure and need for dancing have all gotten so much worse these past few weeks and it would be becoming a bigger problem if she couldn't learn to control herself. She knew she would be back to scrubbing floors and cleaning fireplaces by the next morning. Away from the music. Away from the dance floor, where she would hopefully be able to watch some of the guests dance so gracefully. It was the second best thing to dancing herself. | Name
Rowan Evangeline Karnstein
Title
None
Gender
Female
Sexuality
"Ladies are a much more interesting topic."
Age
21 years
Nationality
Wazatocia
Character Appearance
Rowan Karnstein is 5'2'' tall. Her body could be described as 'in good condition' as she is physically fit and slim, she has beautiful sharp legs and a slightly defined stomach. Her eyes are of a deep 'deer' brown and she has brunette hair to match them. That typical 'sweet girl' image is written all over her, but don't be fooled by it. She can be feisty. Rowan has no problem with dressing like a lady or dressing like a tomboy, she enjoys both styles, depending on her mood and the situation.
Background
Rowan was born to a young mother, just sweet 19 years old, and a father of 23 years who loved her mother dearly. The Karnstein couple worked as servants for the royal family of Wazatocia for several years when they discovered they were expecting a child. The royal family was supportive and offered the very hardworking couple a decent health care within their palace. Five years after Rowan's birth her mother got sick and died two years later. The death of her mother left her father heartbroken and the only thing still keeping him upright was the seven-year-old girl that depended on him. A couple of weeks after the passing of her beloved, joyful, always hardworking, positive mother her father began to call her Mircalla randomly. He explained to her how her mother had wanted to name her Mircalla, but he had been against it. Without talking about it any further Mircalla had turned into a nickname of Rowan's that only her father ever used.
Rowan grew up with a father who was forever heartbroken, but loved his daughter endlessly and would have killed for her if necessary. He always accepted his daughter for who she was, allowed her to spread her wings as much as she could within this world. Rowan went to a school that costed her father almost everything he earned within the palace, but he was determined to give his daughter an education.
She had helped out in the kitchen of the palace since the age of six, cutting potatoes and carrots carefully. By the age of nine she was working in the palace after school and homework, helping out the servants she had grown up with and following into her father's foot steps to become a hardworking member of their family. At the age of fifteen Rowan gained the attention of the princess of Wazatocia by her natural skill for painting as she was painting in a secret corner of the garden where she thought no one ever came to. Her and the princess became fast friends within a couple of weeks. To most people's surprise, and a lot of people's jealousy and anger, the parents of the princess didn't mind their friendship and fell in love with the young servant.
They offered Rowan an education within the palace after eight months of closeness with their daughter. Overjoyed with the news her father pushed her to accept the offer. Within the next years the ever hardworking young girl grew into a young woman that profited from the friendship as much as the princess seemed to profit from it as well. She learned how to ride a horse, play the piano, dance at balls, was granted to take fencing lessons (which she was more than anything grateful for, since those really fulfilled her heart), got pushed to take painting lessons to grow out her natural talent, she was allowed to attend smaller balls, got to wear the princess's dresses and learn how to walk and talk like a lady. Her father saw a bright future in front of her and was bursting with pride of how his baby girl was able to spread out her wings and throw her colors out to the world.
Needless to say the two young ladies grew attracted to each other in their youthful naivety. Their slow burn love built up until, at the age of nineteen, both of the girls were waltzing in the ballroom to practice their steps again before the big ball the next day. (Big for Rowan at least.) Their passion got the best of them and they ended up... "waltzing like it's 1698", as Rowan would call it from then on. This was also the night that Rowan told the princess about her secret nickname 'Mircalla', that held a deeper meaning to her than her actual name ever could. She told her how it felt like a secret identity that only her father knew about. And the princess understood the deepness of meaning it had for her friend.
Their relationship or love affair or whatever people might want to call it was short lived sadly. Only three months later a servant accidentally caught the two waltzing in the ballroom - for memory sakes - and kissing. The royal parents were anything but amused. The princess and the privileged servant girl were thrown off and couldn't understand the anger that came from the usually so accepting couple. They were furious. Their daughter shouldn't have lost her purity before marriage (apparently they've found out about that too, Rowan never knew how), shouldn't have gotten romantically involved with a servant. The two young women weren't allowed to say goodbye, but the princess was able to get a glance at Rowan while she was being taken out of the palace, just two seconds, and she looked at her love and softly said just one word: Mircalla. Rowan was, without a chance for her father to stop them, taken away from the castle, banned from Wazatocia.
And so a very heartbroken, confused, scared nineteen-year-old Rowan found herself back at in a usual servant role. No privilege, no fencing, no more painting, no princess to chase her through the castle, no father by her side to love her, hold her, dry her tears and always have her back. She felt alone. Rowan found herself serving in the kitchen, cutting up potatoes yet again, for the 'Courting Season'. She didn't know what happend to her princess, but she knew that she had never seen her participate in the Courting Season so far.
Three years have passed since then.
Personality
Rowan is a very strong headed woman. She likes to say what she is thinking, even though a couple of hard slaps have told her to learn when to shut her mouth. She still runs her mouth too often though. She is a silly person that likes to have fun during work, which many people don't like to see. She likes to goof around and talk back to people. Rowan enjoys to throw people off, see their guard drop, crash in their walls. Despite being hardworking, she can't stand when she has to clean up after people who give her more work than necessary. She also lacks the quality of staying quiet in her corner when others are talking rubbish.
Rowan loves nature and the fresh breeze, she loves balls and dancing, especially waltzing. She has often been caught waltzing by herself when she was actually supposed to scrub the floor of the ballroom. She can't stand when people treat her like she is worth less than them because of the position she holds within the food chain.
She doesn't throw out respect easily and rather fakes it than it being real, but if one receives her respect they should be very honored and proud of themselves, because it is a rare thing. But if they lose that respect, it is most likely gone forever. She doesn't let people fool her twice.
Without a doubt Rowan is still broken. She has issues she hasn't worked on. She is missing her father more than anything and tries to not think of him too much. She might even still be holding onto some hope that he will find her some day. Maybe that's the reason she is staying in one place... So he can search for her?
Other
Skills:
drawing, ballroom dancing, horseback riding, fencing, cooking, cleaning, singing (though she hasn't done that for other's entertainment so far), playing piano
Weaknesses:
potty mouth, maybe a bit too sassy and feisty, lack of professionalism and submission, doesn't like boundaries or rules |
3,972 | 92 | 14 | 486 | 30 | Duchess Philomena Ceswick
The woman seemed to be abashed by her staring, or the fact she had noticed the faint mark on her cheek. It was obvious that she made her somewhat uncomfortable, and a feeling of something else that she could not quite read clearly by her expression. Ashamed of course, or dismayed? What could it be she wondered. Either way it should be none of the duchess concern and as far as etiquette in social positions go, Philomena should just let her go and not further disturb them from doing their work. And servant or not it was rather shameful in her esteemed part to do something lousy as to uncouthly stare at her, it was rude, pitiful and a taint in her otherwise reputable decorum.
Philomena tried her best to gather her self, uncaring of the woman next to her, taking timid sips of her drink as if the encounter awhile ago never happen. Truly she did, but it proved to be a challenge when she saw the lustrous smile, curving from her lips. And oddly enough, she only noticed now how attractive this woman is. A moment later she finds herself staring again, the unfaze-able duchess is completely caught off guard this time. Displaying a forbearing aura in the most drastic of times was her best faculty, yet for some reason she made all the effort to even express her words straight to this charming woman before her.
Although there is still some regard of conduct in their exchange, having someone, a servant of all people, do so much as to warmly smile at her was something definitely new, though she finds it neither a privilege nor an insult to her status. It's just an encounter that is basically nonexistent to Philomena, as she gives out a rather entitled aura about her. Most of the time the lower classes even her own servants would steer clear of her, intimidated and even annoyed by her pampered demeanor and most of the time they are equally ignored by her.
Philomena then gave her a short nod, acknowledging her concern of her discomfort at the sight of the other woman's bruise"It's alright. And you did not." She spoke calmly. "I always believe the other desiring parts of the person is enough to mask their perceptible flaws, a tiny bruise on their cheek would be almost invisible to me." She said unawarely curving a soft smile. When realization came to her, Philomena was almost stunned by her own words. That sounded a bit...inviting, does it? And she swears she did not mean anything by it, even if she did it wouldn't be so brazen. Taking another sip of her drink she tried to "fix" the situation and caught up on her words.
"I meant to say it in a general sense. How one would perceive a rose in full bloom, so beautiful that it's ugly thorns would be barely noticeable. And even if they are it would matter little to the viewer, the bud itself is captivating enough to ignore the flaws it hides below." She stops midway, worried that she may be put off by her babbling at this point, and sooner she regrets her otherwise good use of analogy. She looked down at her drink in embarrassment.
Their exchange was shortly interrupted by the rabble, looking over to that direction to see the Marquess of Burlia having a quarrel with one of the guards. She knows him by name and by appearance since her mother had taken notes of the men who will be attending this evening's seasons and even gave her a list for reference. He was sooner joined by Merriedge's duchess, and the two seemed to spark up a conversation. From what she can discern things are looking quite well between these two.
Philomena returned her attention to the rose garden before her, and was instantly reminded how annoyed and embarrassed she is from earlier, yet all that was hidden beneath her calculating facade. Hopefully she looks convincing enough to the woman next to her. The duchess did not fail to notice though, at the other woman's glancing on the dance floor. How her eyes would glimmer at the people who waltz to the melody with their partners. Philomena herself did not care much for dancing, though she could see this woman may have a great passion for it. "Do you dance, miss?" she finally spoke. This was a timely chance to change the subject, if only to wash the awkward taste of her earlier display. | Duchess Philomena Ceswick
Title: Duchess
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Closeted Homosexual
Age: 20
Nationality: Stonia
Character Appearance: Standing at 5'6, physically fit, long blonde waves and a rosy complexion. She dresses herself accordingly with elaborately fashioned dresses, skirts and some jewelries. reference
Background: Philomena is the youngest child among her four siblings, and the only one who have yet to get married. Her father passed away when she was quite young and the moment she came of age, she took her father's place in court, as per his own dying request. He was very confident that his daughter was more than capable of running the duchy as he watched her remarkably grow and trained under his wing. That's why her mother tirelessly put her up through the yearly seasons in the hopes of not only marrying her off, but also with a motive to build relations and solidifying allegiances specially now that there is some growing tension between Stonia and Edochat. As a duchess with genuine devotion to her country she is aware that her duty comes first before her own interests, and although she has truly none of it in looking for a man to marry, it is still bound by her responsibilities.
Personality: On the outside she has all the good qualities of a refined young lady. Educated and raised in high society, as a child her family had made sure that she never works a day in her life. She is somewhat spoiled, and may come off as snobbish and entitled at first, but looking pass that is an enthusiastic bluestocking with a fascination for arts and astronomy. When romance is brought up on the table she is rather indifferent of it, or that mainly she just has no interest in the matches given to her by her parents. Although it sounds too auspicious to her, the thought of finding romance still holds some appeal to her. She is very secretive of her inclinations, as to not disappoint her parents and thinks that it would come in between of her true priorities, making it hard for her to choose her heart's true wishes.
Other: Can paint, play the piano, likes to spend quiet evenings watching the stars. Would have wanted to own a pup if not for her allergies. |
3,973 | 92 | 15 | 1,182 | 1,252 | The words of the woman felt like a breeze. Something that was soft and careful. She had this way of talking, the way she chose words to form to a sentence. The same way of talking most nobles seemed to carry with them. Rowan didn't know how to do that. She didn't know how to phrase her sentences or how to make her words sound so... eloquent. It had always intimidated her when someone spoke like this.
Rowan couldn't hide the slight confusion and the curiosity on her face anymore. The woman had, yet again, straight forward pointed something out that usually wasn't acknowledged in the presence of servants, or maybe even at all. She had mentioned that Rowan had been hit in the face. The servant blushed slightly, she felt ashamed. It shouldn't have been visible in the first place, but now that the woman had mentioned it Rowan was more than aware of the fact that she also knew that Rowan had been punished for not doing a good enough job. And now she would know that Rowan wasn't a good servant. She would only think less of her.
But there was something on her face, something in the way she smiled that almost made Rowan certain that she didn't think less of her, that she didn't assume that it was Rowan's fault at all - but really it was. The way she smiled, it looked so honest and pure, was beyond charming. She started to explain what she meant with her previous statement and Rowan couldn't help but think... was she babbling? The woman's eyes dropped onto the drink in her hands and for a second Rowan was sure it meant she didn't like the refreshment... but then she realized that it was rather a way of hiding her face. What would she need to feel embarrassed for? Rowan felt puzzled.
Rowan scarcely noticed the lady's attention turn towards the man, the one next to that attractive brunette woman who dissolved the encounter with the guard earlier, and she wondered if maybe the blonde beautiful woman in front of her and the noble man over there would be the match made in... in Merriedge. So she was taken aback even more so when the soft voice of said blonde woman rang to her ear with the question if Rowan danced. Her cheeks burned and she knew she was blushing more than before. Was she meaning to pull the man's attention towards herself by dancing with a servant? No of course not. The noble lady... dancing with a servant girl. How ridiculous. I've been in my fantasies too much! She clearly was just interested in knowing if a servant could dance at all. It was a question, nothing more, just a question, never an invitation.
Rowan thought about her answer. She could be truthful and tell her that she got the bruise on her cheek from dancing at work, but that would give her a second bruise right when the Madam would find her. She had no doubt that the Madam would find out about the things Rowan talked about with the guests. She had eyes and ears everywhere, servants who rotted you out to her. She could lie and tell her she hadn't danced a single time in her life. But maybe that would make the noble lady less satisfied.
"I dance after my shifts sometimes. When I am not in the way of anyone." That wasn't exactly untruthful. But neither was it the whole truth.
A pain in her right arm told Rowan that her limb was getting tired slowly. She was still holding the silver tray with some beverages up, just like she was supposed to. She almost wished she could hand it to some other servant and indulge into the smile conversation with the woman some more. | Name
Rowan Evangeline Karnstein
Title
None
Gender
Female
Sexuality
"Ladies are a much more interesting topic."
Age
21 years
Nationality
Wazatocia
Character Appearance
Rowan Karnstein is 5'2'' tall. Her body could be described as 'in good condition' as she is physically fit and slim, she has beautiful sharp legs and a slightly defined stomach. Her eyes are of a deep 'deer' brown and she has brunette hair to match them. That typical 'sweet girl' image is written all over her, but don't be fooled by it. She can be feisty. Rowan has no problem with dressing like a lady or dressing like a tomboy, she enjoys both styles, depending on her mood and the situation.
Background
Rowan was born to a young mother, just sweet 19 years old, and a father of 23 years who loved her mother dearly. The Karnstein couple worked as servants for the royal family of Wazatocia for several years when they discovered they were expecting a child. The royal family was supportive and offered the very hardworking couple a decent health care within their palace. Five years after Rowan's birth her mother got sick and died two years later. The death of her mother left her father heartbroken and the only thing still keeping him upright was the seven-year-old girl that depended on him. A couple of weeks after the passing of her beloved, joyful, always hardworking, positive mother her father began to call her Mircalla randomly. He explained to her how her mother had wanted to name her Mircalla, but he had been against it. Without talking about it any further Mircalla had turned into a nickname of Rowan's that only her father ever used.
Rowan grew up with a father who was forever heartbroken, but loved his daughter endlessly and would have killed for her if necessary. He always accepted his daughter for who she was, allowed her to spread her wings as much as she could within this world. Rowan went to a school that costed her father almost everything he earned within the palace, but he was determined to give his daughter an education.
She had helped out in the kitchen of the palace since the age of six, cutting potatoes and carrots carefully. By the age of nine she was working in the palace after school and homework, helping out the servants she had grown up with and following into her father's foot steps to become a hardworking member of their family. At the age of fifteen Rowan gained the attention of the princess of Wazatocia by her natural skill for painting as she was painting in a secret corner of the garden where she thought no one ever came to. Her and the princess became fast friends within a couple of weeks. To most people's surprise, and a lot of people's jealousy and anger, the parents of the princess didn't mind their friendship and fell in love with the young servant.
They offered Rowan an education within the palace after eight months of closeness with their daughter. Overjoyed with the news her father pushed her to accept the offer. Within the next years the ever hardworking young girl grew into a young woman that profited from the friendship as much as the princess seemed to profit from it as well. She learned how to ride a horse, play the piano, dance at balls, was granted to take fencing lessons (which she was more than anything grateful for, since those really fulfilled her heart), got pushed to take painting lessons to grow out her natural talent, she was allowed to attend smaller balls, got to wear the princess's dresses and learn how to walk and talk like a lady. Her father saw a bright future in front of her and was bursting with pride of how his baby girl was able to spread out her wings and throw her colors out to the world.
Needless to say the two young ladies grew attracted to each other in their youthful naivety. Their slow burn love built up until, at the age of nineteen, both of the girls were waltzing in the ballroom to practice their steps again before the big ball the next day. (Big for Rowan at least.) Their passion got the best of them and they ended up... "waltzing like it's 1698", as Rowan would call it from then on. This was also the night that Rowan told the princess about her secret nickname 'Mircalla', that held a deeper meaning to her than her actual name ever could. She told her how it felt like a secret identity that only her father knew about. And the princess understood the deepness of meaning it had for her friend.
Their relationship or love affair or whatever people might want to call it was short lived sadly. Only three months later a servant accidentally caught the two waltzing in the ballroom - for memory sakes - and kissing. The royal parents were anything but amused. The princess and the privileged servant girl were thrown off and couldn't understand the anger that came from the usually so accepting couple. They were furious. Their daughter shouldn't have lost her purity before marriage (apparently they've found out about that too, Rowan never knew how), shouldn't have gotten romantically involved with a servant. The two young women weren't allowed to say goodbye, but the princess was able to get a glance at Rowan while she was being taken out of the palace, just two seconds, and she looked at her love and softly said just one word: Mircalla. Rowan was, without a chance for her father to stop them, taken away from the castle, banned from Wazatocia.
And so a very heartbroken, confused, scared nineteen-year-old Rowan found herself back at in a usual servant role. No privilege, no fencing, no more painting, no princess to chase her through the castle, no father by her side to love her, hold her, dry her tears and always have her back. She felt alone. Rowan found herself serving in the kitchen, cutting up potatoes yet again, for the 'Courting Season'. She didn't know what happend to her princess, but she knew that she had never seen her participate in the Courting Season so far.
Three years have passed since then.
Personality
Rowan is a very strong headed woman. She likes to say what she is thinking, even though a couple of hard slaps have told her to learn when to shut her mouth. She still runs her mouth too often though. She is a silly person that likes to have fun during work, which many people don't like to see. She likes to goof around and talk back to people. Rowan enjoys to throw people off, see their guard drop, crash in their walls. Despite being hardworking, she can't stand when she has to clean up after people who give her more work than necessary. She also lacks the quality of staying quiet in her corner when others are talking rubbish.
Rowan loves nature and the fresh breeze, she loves balls and dancing, especially waltzing. She has often been caught waltzing by herself when she was actually supposed to scrub the floor of the ballroom. She can't stand when people treat her like she is worth less than them because of the position she holds within the food chain.
She doesn't throw out respect easily and rather fakes it than it being real, but if one receives her respect they should be very honored and proud of themselves, because it is a rare thing. But if they lose that respect, it is most likely gone forever. She doesn't let people fool her twice.
Without a doubt Rowan is still broken. She has issues she hasn't worked on. She is missing her father more than anything and tries to not think of him too much. She might even still be holding onto some hope that he will find her some day. Maybe that's the reason she is staying in one place... So he can search for her?
Other
Skills:
drawing, ballroom dancing, horseback riding, fencing, cooking, cleaning, singing (though she hasn't done that for other's entertainment so far), playing piano
Weaknesses:
potty mouth, maybe a bit too sassy and feisty, lack of professionalism and submission, doesn't like boundaries or rules |
3,974 | 92 | 16 | 1,175 | 849 |
Cassiopeia considered his words for a moment. She could describe her duchy, although it was remarkably similar to what he already knows, but she could spout facts about it all day long, as well as the rest of her country of course.
“My duchy was actually part of Burlia, many, many, years ago. When Merriedge formed, my ancestor pledged his loyalty to Merriedge instead of Burlia. The northereastern portion is similar in landscape, although warmer. My duchy also houses and technically commands the Royal Navy, although that may change soon. It seems they aren’t thrilled to have a female in charge, despite the fact that the I’m nothing more than a figurehead regardless of my gender.” Cassiopeia said before blushing at her tirade. He didn’t care about her internal issues, and moreover he probably agreed.
“My apologies, anyways Merriedge as a whole isn’t much of a farming country, although we do plenty. Since we’re centered on the continent most of our economy comes from trading. Our cities are lavish, but other than the capital they tend to run along the main roads running from country to country.” Cassiopeia explained, as the music for a minuet started. Cassiopeia smiled broadly.
"I know this is terribly improper but would you like to dance? The chance to dance is usually the only aspects of these balls that makes them bareable. Although meeting with you has been positively enchanting." Cassiopeia flashed a smile at Vesa, hoping for a positive answer. | Filled TitlesMerriedgeKing: open
Queen: reserved
Prince: open
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Marquess / Marchioness : 4 open
Earl (Count) / Countess: Octavius Winters, Josephine Winters 2 open
Viscount / Viscountess : 4 open
Baron / Baroness: Sam Whitmore, 3 open
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Viscount / Viscountess : 4 open
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3,975 | 92 | 17 | 610 | 118 | Vesa listened attentively to her every word, nodding every now and then, his impassive face giving away little of the child-like curiosity bubbling within him. Learning about new lands had always fascinated him, and although his father had thought him plenty about the various Burlian provinces surrounding his, as well as the parts of Stonia his march bordered, the lessons had always been more for the purpose of familiarising him with the terrain should he have to join battle there. Learning about another land solely for the purpose of expanding his horizons felt so much more calming.
He tilted his head slightly at her mention of her gender and lack of actual power, but he held his tongue, waiting for her to finish before voicing his opinions. Interrupting felt improper to him, at that moment. In addition, he had to admit that he was quite entranced with listening to her speak. Perhaps it was her restrained enthusiasm to speak about her realm; from what Vesa knew, most nobles either were too humble, going to the extent of essentially cursing their lands, or were too proud, speaking of their lands as if the rivers flowed with gold and the skies rained ale.
"Lavish, indeed," Vesa agreed with a nod, remembering the well-kept buildings, properly maintained streets, and bustling crowd he had passed on the way to the castle. He cleared his throat, coughing into his fist, before continuing, "Thank you, my lady. That was all very interesting." He paused and bowed his head slightly. "My people were not thrilled when I replaced my father, either. He had thought me how to fight, but little on how to rule. It took me a long time, but I earned their respect, eventually."
He paused again, a ghost of a smile flashing across his face for a split-second. "I am not familiar with how your court is run, my lady, but I think that you will earn their respect, one day." He said, and bowed his head slightly again. He could already hear Raiki berating him in his head for speaking too much. He should have simply nodded, gave his brief opinion, and then changed the subject, her voice was saying. Doing anything more would make him appear as if he was lecturing someone above his station, or something like that. Vesa had not been paying much attention when she had tried to teach him the intricacies of courtly interactions; he had only caught the main points and bits here and there.
Just then, the music began to play. Soft notes floated over the murmuring crowd, slowly filling the air with a gentle melody. Even so, Cassiopeia's invitation caught him off-guard. Dancing had not been something that he had consciously thought of, though he supposed that that made him quite a fool. It was a ball, after all. "Likewise, my lady," He replied, then scratched his neck. "I would like to dance with you, my lady, but I am afraid that I am not a very good dancer." That was, in fact, quite the understatement. Apart from practice sessions with Raiki - the number of which he could count on one hand - Vesa had never actually danced with anyone before. | Vesa Kaivarri, Marquess of Raikkavar
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 21
Nationality: Burlian
Physical Appearance
Vesa stands at 5'7", a little taller than most Burlians, thanks to his mixed parentage. At a weight of 140 pounds, he cuts a rather slender build; again, atypical of your average Burlian. He sports a pair of sharp, blue eyes, and coupled with his pale skin, he looks almost like a reflection of the coastal, snowbound march he rules. Again, atypical of most Burlians, he sports a head of pale, brown hair, messily cut with not much care with regards to fashion. Vesa has the face of a person who has probably never cracked a smile in years, looking dour more oft than not.
Character Appearance
For the most part, he prefers simple clothes to elaborate ones. His usual attire would be a dark grey frock coat, reaching down to his knees and cinched around the waist with a belt, the belt in turn supported by a thin shoulder belt. His pants would be of a lighter shade of grey, tucked into gaiters wrapped around his calves and boots. A wide-brimmed hat sits atop his head.
Coming from rough lands, Vesa prefers to keep himself well-armed, and has a sword hanging from his left, and two pistols on the opposite side.
Background
Had Vesa been born into any other noble family, and under the same circumstances, he would have been disowned from the moment of his birth, at the very least. The product of a drunken tryst between his father and the daughter of a travelling Edochean merchant, it was only thanks to his father's strong sense of honour - and the fact that he had neither children nor wife - that he agreed to raise Vesa as a legitimate son, and even potential heir to his title.
The north-eastern march where Vesa grew up was considered to be hard country, even by Burlian standards. Though there were fertile fishing grounds just off the coast, rough seas made venturing out a dangerous activity, if not outright lethal. Piracy and banditry were rampant, with brigands often hopping between the borders of Stonia and Burlia, making the job of hunting them down troublesome, if not outright impossible. As such, although Vesa was part of a noble family, he grew up in relative austerity, which was made even tougher due to his father's insistence that he learn how to fight and lead men almost as soon as he was able to hold a gun.
This proved to be wise on the older Kaivarri's part, as he met an untimely end during a skirmish with a particularly large group of bandits, leaving Vesa to become a full marquess at the age of sixteen.
Personality
Hard conditions breed hard people, and Vesa is no exception. Stern, serious, and seemingly without a trace of fun in his body, he often sounds older than his twenty-one years, even if he does not look it. Whatever little humour he has is expressed in sharp, direct, and sometimes bordering on being personally offensive, quips. A man with a strong sense of honour, Vesa has a special disdain for those who would neglect duty, or those who would abuse their powers or position.
Knowing the full story behind his conception, Vesa often feels ill at ease when amongst other nobles of proper birth, even within the Burlian court. Having lived simply, and with minimal luxuries, for much of his life, he feels discomfort even when in the presence of lavish displays of affluence; not that he finds it morally repugnant, but it is simply too strange for him. As such, Vesa often feels much more at home among commoners, and would much rather have his dinner in a local tavern than at a banquet, if he could have his way.
Other
- Respected and perhaps even loved by his people for his relentless efforts in fighting pirates and bandits, but thought of as a butcher by some outside of his realm, thanks in no small part to his brutal and merciless methods.
- Skilled marksman and swordsman. Not at the level of someone who dedicates their life to the art, mind you, but rather, he possesses the skill that comes naturally with not dying over the course of several skirmishes.
- Likes dogs and potatoes. Not necessarily in that order, or in that combination. |
3,976 | 92 | 18 | 2,169 | 137 | “Not to something this slow, no I couldn't,” a wandering Whitmore came behind the two women off to the side, taking one of the wine glasses off the platter as she moved around to face. “Oh! Pardonne-moi mademoiselles, I am too brash. Mother would have my head had she seen me do that.”
Sam recalled her mother's warning. ‘For the love of God child, do not embarrass us!’ It was not among her priorities. Sam never felt herself a part of the bourgeoisie the company made them. The culture of the elite did not sit well with her. The wealth made life taste artificial. The wine tasted anything but. It was almost better than her father's whiskey, yet Sam was still one for a harder drink than wine. “Not,” she chuckled, “that it stops me very often."
Simply being out of the house was enough to make Sam more jovial. Mother’s perpetual disapproval was stifling ... not helped by Sam’s own willfulness. Some freedom to be more of herself was an enjoyable change of pace. For now that was all she needed to be happy.
Sam had of course forgotten to even think about the other people she had just walked in on in her excitement. “So who do I have the pleasure of meeting here?” She remembered this was a very formal event with high nobility and royals in attendance and tried to put forth some of the etiquette lessons she traditionally ignored.
() | Name: Samantha Whitmore - just “Sam”
Title: Baroness - much to her ire
Gender: Female - but probably should have been a boy by the way she acts.
Sexuality: Bi-curious (I pair her off purely on character compatibility, men & women alike)
Age: 19
Nationality: Merriedge - City of Avalon
Character Appearance: Slender, unimposing, sweet from a distance. Of note, her eyes a bright green, almost irridescent and sharply contrasting with her unkempt dirty-blonde hair. A face as soft as hers does not do justice the firecracker that she is under the surface.
If given the choice as she finally is, she straight up refuses to wear traditional dresses. She prefers a long skirt or blouse with a boy’s jacket over top of it. Depending on the day, she may tolerate putting flowers or other accessories in her hair. Other days she keeps it modest with only a simple pendant around her neck. Lavish jewelry never appealed to her.
Background: Sam was born of the Whitmore family, one of the wealthy barons in Avalon. Her upbringing steered her towards being the perfect wife for another wealthy male, though she fought this every chance she could. She was constantly in trouble for sneaking out into the less luxurious working districts with friends, or playing around on the docks near the ships constantly coming and going. She was obsessed with travelling since she was a young girl. Of course, her parents would have none of their daughter being around the deckhand ‘peasantry’. More than once her father, Andrew Whitmore, third generation owner-operator of Whitmore Trading Company, caught her in the carriage trying to sneak down to the docks whenever he went to attend to business matters.
At 17, her parents had begun trying to marry her off. Sam makes it a point to lead on suitors then shatter their hopes as the adults start pressuring her. Having exhausted any hope of finding a husband for her in Avalon, the hope turned to her finding a groom amidst nobility. For the first time this year she’s being sent to Belchester. Her parents are hopeful that someone there can change her attitudes on marriage, but Sam has very different ideas. With the watchful eyes no longer constantly hovering over her, she intends to turn the adults’ plan on its head and make the trip her own personal getaway that does not include being paraded for a multitude of spoiled boys.
Personality: In a word, firecracker. Reckless, tomboyish, not at all the perfect lady her parents wanted. Also not above settling a heated argument with a smashed nose. She never felt at home in the wealthy nobility and all their etiquette and rules and fancy dress. She would much rather see the world and do real things, not the fake life she likes to call what she’s forced to live at home. For others it may be how they wish to live, but it has never been anything less than a facade for Sam.
She’s not a romantic - not after having it cheesily shoved in her face for a year and a half now - but that’s not to say she’s hopeless. She couldn’t tell you what it is she wants in someone, but the answer is someone who is real rather than the image their money would have them put on. She doubts this is the right place to find that and does not have high hopes. But so long as there are princes buying the drinks, she can still have some fun.
Other: She’s always wanted to learn dueling. Playing with swords was never considered “ladylike” and her parents would never condone it. She once said she would be thrilled the day she could slice a potato out of the air. |
3,977 | 93 | 0 | 1,894 | 5,788 | Just... One more time... A young man panted to himself, his feet digging into the warm sand that covered the beach. Well, it wouldn't have been a beach without sand, that's like it's defning feature other than water. A beach wasn't a beach if it didn't have sand and water. Sand, small microbes of rocks and other things, like shells, that got just about everywhere. The rocks were usually brought down to that size because of the waters, which eroded the rocks over many, many years. He wondered what Ember Island would have been like centuries ago when the world was new, and did not have time to erode rocks, dirt, and other materials into sand. he wondered-
Masaru shook his head. He needed to stop procrastinating and get back to his forms. Beads of sweat trickled from his face. They hit the small particles of assorted mat-
"Gah!" He roared, his foot stomping the ground and accidentally heating it. It wasn't nearly enough to turn the sand into glass, but it was just enough for him to notice that he was unintentionally heating the ground beneath his feet.
He stood up fully, dropping out of his combat stance and wiggling his fingers into a small pocket on the belt that adorned his waist. It seemed to be a salt or power of some kind, white in color. He only took a pinch from the bag, and proceeded to start a fire within his hand. The salt made his flame burn a deep carmine color.
He grew the flame, playing with it and making sure that it stayed alive while he dropped into another stance. He was great at firebending, but there was always room for improvement. There was also the fact that the world was slowly being consumed in ice, and he had no teachers to help with the other elements.
Hopefully he only needed the strength and firepower of a dragon to take down the Water Tribe.
He sighed, dropping out of the stance once again and watching as the fire dissipated from the air. With little else on his mind, he walked away from his little secluded beach, heading back towards the actual town on Ember Island.
"Tano!" Masaru called out. His head turned to look at the Armadillo bear rolling towards him. While Masaru had been training and practicing, Tano had been sleeping, resting just in front of where the water had been at high tide that day. He could not allow the harness with Masaru's gear to get wet, and was smart enough to know where to sleep to avoid that problem.
The Armadillo bear unrolled completely, standing on its four legs and waiting patiently for Masaru to hop onto his back. If Masaru needed a quick getaway, which wasn't often in his homeland, He'd be against Tano's stomach holding on as the hybrid rolled about quickly. However, the two did not need to escape, and simply walked off towards the town.
Ember Island was his home. He knew it backwards and forward, and just about everyone there. He was only on the Island for a stop, though, and had come just to see his parents for a few days before the Fire Sages told him where to go. They'd probably send him off to one of those Air Temples. That was the next element that he needed to learn, anyways.
Little did Masaru know, two pairs of eyes were watching him from afar. | Character’s Name
“That quote, by that one guy. Yeah, him.”
-Masaru
T H E B A S I C S
|Masaru|
Masaru Masaru Masaru
|Birth Date|
7/7
|Age|
16 and a half
|Gender|
Male
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Masaru has quite a large scar left over from a lightning strike, running up his back and flaring around his neck.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔At least seven likes.
✘At least seven dislikes.
|Habits|
He taps his fingers against his side when he gets nervous
Pathological Truther
Follows his gut
|Fears|
☠At least three fears.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Curious ♦ Adventurous ♦ Light Hearted ♦ fun ♦ SERIOUS
Masaru is normally easygoing and relaxed, but passionate at the wrong times, and occasionally about the wrong things. His lack of direction has hindered him before in his firebending lessons, but he has been able to bring himself to focus when needed. Despite his easygoing personality, he can become competitive in the blink of an eye, which brings him into a focused and stubborn state of mind.
|Place of Origin|
Born on Ember Island, the Fire Nation.
|History|
Masaru was born to a small family on Ember Island. His mother, father, and sister all took care of him as he grew older, and he and his sister even attended the same firebending classes. He quickly became much more skilled than her, and sought to find new uses for fire. As he grew older, his sister left to become a Cryptologist and Archivist, often sending things his way.
One day, she brought home with her some spiritual artifacts, which seemed to resonate with Masaru on some level. Though on the backburner, Masaru took to learning a little more about the spirits.
It was revealed to him on his sixteenth birthday that he was the next incarnation of the Avatar, and that it was his duty to stop the growing threat that was Iluq, the assistant to his past self. Though he was the avatar, he was not a fully realized one, and needed to master the other three elements.
|Extra|
Using special rocks from his sister, Masaru can create fires of different colors. |
3,978 | 93 | 1 | 70 | 496 | The clash of steel sang out all around him, while the stench of sweat filled his nostrils. The large room was hot, due to both the number of bodies working out in it, and the fact that there were Firebenders practicing as well. Yue's wooden staff connected with his opponent's shoulder. Hard enough to warn the man he had gotten hit, but gentle enough not to cause him injury. The two backed up a bit, resetting their match, and after a moment began again. As their sparring continued, Yue's face remained as blank as it had been when they first started over an hour ago. Though he was tiring, as evident by the sweat causing his hair to stick to him, and by his heavier breathing, his expression showed no signs of it. Unlike his opponent, who was much more visibly tired.
They went on for a while longer, before Yue's opponent bent over with his hands on his knees. The younger soldier let up his attacks and instantly made sure his ally and training partner was okay. Though he may have been serious, he wasn't uncaring. The two agreed to call it a day and went their separate ways. It was Yue's day off, so naturally he planned on spending it training, or reading, as usual. As he left the training hall he retrieved his other weapons from the wall. The jian he strapped to his waist, while the tessen was tucked into the long sleeve of his top. The staff stayed in his left hand, tucked up against his body respectfully.
As Yue was heading to his room to clean up after training, he was stopped by another soldier. Apparently his father, General Wudao, wanted to see him. After thanking the soldier, Yue changed directions and began the walk to his father's office. He couldn't help but wonder just what his father wanted from him. It must have been a new assignment of some kind, that was the only time the man ever talked to him. He prayed to whatever higher power was out there that this new assignment would be more fun than the last ones. Guard duty and border skirmishes were hellishly boring.
Yue approached his father's office and rapped sharply on the door. Entering at his father's command. "You wanted to see me sir?" Yue said, his expression calm as ever.
General Wudao's usually stern expression softened. 'Boy, I may be your commanding officer, but I'm also your father. When we're alone, you're allowed to refer to me as such." The man stated, just as calmly as his son had.
Yue bowed respectfully. "Of course, father." Though the way he said father was exactly the same as he would have said sir.
General Wudao rose from his desk and beckoned his son to come towards him. The man turned around and looked out the large window behind his desk, watching the people go about their day, most none the wiser about what would happen next. "As you probably already know, the Water Tribe seems to be set on world domination." The man explained after Yue went to stand next to him. "And as you also already know, the Avatar is from the Fire Nation this time. We have located him, a boy just a few years younger than yourself."
Yue listened in silence, but at this he perked up. "I assume the Avatar is the key to stopping the Water Tribe." He stated, not asked.
General Wudao nodded. "Right now, he is only capable of Firebending. He will need teachers if he is to master the other elements and keep the peace. That is where you come in." The man paused, making Yue think this entire thing was a cruel joke. He was incapable of teaching the Avatar any bending style. "Your new assignment is simple. Protect the Avatar at all costs. If you fail this mission, your life is forfeit."
Though he didn't show it, Yue was frightened by the prospect, but also excited by it. "I understand father, and I will not fail."
General Wudao smiled. "Atta boy. You will find the boy on Ember Island, I suggest you pack your things and move quickly, he'll be moving soon."
With that, Yue was dismissed, and left his father's office after giving the man a bow. Yue walked through the halls towards his room, his pace faster than normal and a bit of a spring in his step. His new mission most certainly wasn't going to be boring, that's for sure. His heart fluttered with excitement and his usual blank expression was slightly less blank and leaning towards a smile. He returned to his room and quickly packed a bag. Something light that wouldn't slow him down, but also contained very useful objects. The least useful thing he had was a book, but that was one thing he couldn't go without in his eyes.
Packing took him less than ten minutes, and after it was done, he set off. The only person he would even consider saying goodbye to was his mother, and likely his father had already told her, so that would have just been a waste of time. Instead he set off right away toward Ember Island. Keeping his new mission fresh in his mind. Find and protect the Avatar, no matter the cost. | Yue Wudao
“We fight to live, we live to fight, and tonight you'll hear my battle cry.”
-Yue
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Yue Zhutie Wudao (His name loosely translates into, dance of the iron moon.)
|Birth Date|
October 3rd
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Yue is a small male, standing at just five foot six, and weighing only one hundred fifteen pounds. He has an athletic build, you certainly won't find any fat on this guy, but there's definitely some muscle, including a six pack that he's very proud of. The muscles in his back are also very well defined from swinging around weapons all day. He has chest length, medium brown, hair that he likes to keep tied up and out of his face, though there's some darn front pieces that are too short and keep falling out of the ponytail. His eyes are a golden brown color that can look anywhere from gold to orange depending on the lighting. Darkness makes the gold pop out, but fire brings out the orange. He has long, graceful limbs and fingers, as well as pointed facial features.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Yue has three main scars, with some other smaller ones littering his frame. The first scar is his largest, which is a neat line caused by some kind of sword on his back, going all the way from right shoulder to left hip. The second is a burn scar on his lower left leg, the last is a jagged line starting at the corner of his right eye and disappearing into his hair.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Weapons, Warm weather, the color red, books, proving himself, tea, strong women.
✘ Arrogant people, cold weather, damsels in distress, the color pink, how his eyes change color, benders who flaunt their powers, losing.
|Habits|
Flicks his tessen open and closed when bored, fiddles with his hair when nervous, tends to over train, wears his battle expression when feeling threatened.
|Fears|
☠ Failure, small or closed in spaces, the ocean, snakes.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Fighter ♦ Mature ♦ Stubborn ♦ Strong Minded ♦
Yue was forced to grow up too fast, thus he is an incredibly mature and serious individual. He likes to keep on track of things and doesn't have much time for fun. He can keep a cool head in almost any situation. He's stubborn and feisty, he won't be giving up without a fight. He's observant and sees a lot more than people give him credit for. People assume that he's all brawn and no brain, but that isn't true, he's got a good head on his shoulders and a lot common sense and world experience than most. He doesn't like to talk much, but when he does, you better listen, because its usually important. He's a good listener, but don't ask him for advice, his people skills are pretty much none existent. He's a bit of an adrenaline junkie and loves a good fight or near death situation to get his blood pumping.
Due to being so mature and serious, he can come off as cold or unfriendly, but once you get to know him, he's incredibly loyal and a good friend. Even if the world is going to hell around you, he'll have your back. He's protective and not afraid to sacrifice himself for the sake of others. He's a hint shy and gets nervous when meeting new people, especially if that person happens to be female, he doesn't get the chance to talk to people often, let alone people of the female variety. He's more likely to open up to strong people, males or females, as he absolutely hates the damsel in distress type of person, that doesn't stop him from saving them, but that has something to do with the fact that he hates them.
|Place of Origin|
Fire Nation Capital
|History|
Yue was born in the Fire Nation Capital, to a high ranking member of the army. His father was extremely disappointed when Yue was born without the ability to bend, as it was family tradition for the men of the family to serve as soldiers. Instead Yue began his training in weaponry at a very young age. He was forced to grow up quickly due to this. He was isolated, spending his days as a child training instead of interacting with other kids and playing, causing him to miss out on some very important people skills. By the time he was thirteen, Yue had already mastered seven different weapons, and could pick up about anything and use it effectively, all he was missing was battle experience. But it was at this time that he confronted his father and told the man that he didn't want to train any longer.
The man was furious, and as Yue turned to leave, picked up one of the swords they had been practicing with, and caused the scar on Yue's back. Instinct kicked in and before collapsing, Yue seriously injured his father. His mother found them fifteen minutes later, laying on the floor of the training room, bleeding out. After waiting for months for his wound to fully heal, and spending his time reading, Yue was fully healed. In that time he realized how much he actually enjoyed weaponry and fighting. After apologizing to his father, the man resumed his training.
At sixteen he joined the Fire Nation Army, the youngest in his family to do so. He spent his time bored out of his mind fighting in boring border skirmishes and the like. When the news reached that the Water Tribe was trying to conquer the world, his father gave him a new set of orders. Protect the Avatar.
|Extra|
Yue is a master of any and all things weaponry. He can pick up a weapon and wield it effectively. His favorites are the jian and a wooden staff the same height that he is. Those are the two that he carries around, along with a tessen, or bladed fan. He is physically strong from years of swinging weapons around. He is quick, fast, and agile, which are three completely different things. Quickness is how fast one strikes, fast is the speed at which one moves, and agility is ones ability to move well. These three things give him an almost dance like fighting style.
Dinosairs. |
3,979 | 93 | 2 | 351 | 2,365 | Many people believed that the benders of the Water tribes were the undisputed masters of ocean travel. To be perfectly fair they weren't wrong to think so either; Being able to control the waters that were running under your ship was a major asset when it came to traveling by the waves after all, but had the Air Nomads ever bothered to set their minds towards ocean travel Soro was fairly certain that they would have given the Water benders a run for their money for that title.
Standing on the deck of a fire nation trader ship, Soro breathed deeply before letting out another good, solid gust of wind in order to fill the sails of the ship and drive it forwards over the somewhat still ocean towards Ember Island. It had been part of the arrangement that he had made with Captain Lee; In return for passage to Ember Island, Soro would help provide a steady breeze that would ensure that the trading ship got there days, if not a week ahead of schedule. Considering that the arrangement meant that both of them got to where they wanted to go in a safe and timely manner it had been working out just fine for all concerned.
Ember Island was already visible on the horizon; Wouldn't be long now until he could take some time to relax on its beaches for himself for a time. Encouraged by the fact that the journey was nearly at an end, Soro started to put a little more effort into the gusts of wind that he was pushing into the sails then he had been before. | Soro
“I refuse to keep my head above the clouds blindly while the world drowns in the rain.”
-Soro
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Soro
|Birth Date|
July 22
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Soro has brown hair to go with brown eyes. His skin has clearly been tanned heavily by the sun and what was once smooth skin has grown rough and course due to years of hard work and training. Standing just under six feet tall with a noticeable amount of muscle bulk, Soro looks like someone who has traveled a fair bit and seen a decent amount of the world; This is largely because he has. Favoring cloth clothing for the lightness and flexibility that it provides him, Soro has also taken to wearing bandages around his hands and somewhat up his wrists in order to protect his knuckles while training and to cover up some of his tattoos.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Soro bares the tattoos of the Northen Air Temple, however the only two that are still visible are the ones that are on the backs of his hands; Neglect and attempts to scrub them off have caused them to fade, but they still remain after several years.
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Moon Peach, Duck, Training, Beautiful women, Fighting, Being right, Dealing with the worst of humanity as he deems fit.
✘ Self Righteous Hypocrites, Air Nomads, Pacifists, Being told he is wrong, Corruption, Monstrous human beings, Chill
|Habits|
He will crack his knuckles to help him think, He bites his nails, He is prone to talking to himself at times in order to help him unwind.
|Fears|
☠ Being buried alive, Drowning, Dying of old age.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Zealous ♦ Compassionate ♦ Justice Seeker ♦ Vengeance Dealer ♦
Soro is not what one pictures an air bender to be; While he is generally a rather kind and compassionate person to those he meets, those that anger him by their actions are likely to see the fires of rage that burns darkly in Soro's soul. He will not turn a blind to the those in need of help nor will he ignore such heinous acts such as rape or murder due to a deep seated belief that if he doesn't stand against that sort of thing, no one else will. His eagerness to engage in violence to achieve this goal serves to further distance himself from standard air nomad philosophy, which he holds in deep contempt.
|Place of Origin|
Northern Air Temple
|History|
Born at the Western Air Temple to a Nomad mother, Soro remained with her only until he was old enough to be sent to the Northern Air Temple to start learning the ways of the Air Nomads; He wasn't old enough to know his mothers actual name and has never gone back to the Western Air Temple to see her again. For many years Soro was just another air nomad student, living a free and peaceful existence while learning the thirty-six tiers of airbending, a feat he achieved at the age of fourteen and earning his tattoos to symblise his mastery of the air bending arts.
Two months after being acknowledged as a master of airbending, Soro was part of a group that visited a nearby earth kingdom village in order to see the world and explore it a little. While spending a bit of time near a river that some of the locals fished at, Soro overheard the sounds of screaming and struggle nearby; Deeming that someone was in danger, he went to assist and came across an adult man doing... horrible things to an eight year old girl. Something snapped in Soro's mind at the sight; In a rage, he used his airbending to blast the man away from the small girl, slamming him into a tree hard enough to shatter both it and the man's body, killing him.
Taking the girl back to the village and returning her to her family, he explained what had happened to them. Before the sun was down, Soro was considered a hero by the people of the earth village for saving the girl from a man who was wanted for several such crimes in the past. The Air Nomads saw him as a monster for taking a life, even if it was in defense of another and shunned him as an outcast. Overcome with rage at what he saw as self important hypocrisy on behalf of his former friends and peers, Soro abandoned the air nomad lifestyle in disgust.
Traveling away from his former home, Soro learned how to fight from several teachers during his travels of both the Earth Kingdom and the Fire Nation, favoring a blade and his limbs over his former staff. Earning money as a bounty hunter, he often got into fights often with criminal elements of both nations.
|Extra|
A trained Air Bender, he largely uses it to increase his speed to be much higher then his size suggests. Since leaving the Air Nomads four years ago, he has dedicated himself to learning how to fight with fist, foot and blade and putting those stills to good use by acting as a bounty hunter. He firmly believes that he could potentially 'sharpen' the wind that he uses while airbending, giving himself a deadly offensive weapon once he figures out how to do it.
Dinosairs. |
3,980 | 93 | 3 | 1,500 | 564 | Yuki had been wandering alone for a while now since leaving her mentor. She had seen almost every corner of the Earth nation during her time studying earth bending. She had gotten appreciation for the vast diversity within the earth nation. However between her wanderings with her mentor and by herself, she felt she had probably missed just as much of the earth nation as she had explored. That nation was just that big. Anyways, after having mastered earth bending and wandering, she felt she needed to go someplace new. She was not well known as a thief but enough major places in the Earth kingdom knew of her nature. She obtained a passport with official earth nation documents, semi-legally, then jumped on the first ship out of the Earth kingdom. She did not care where she was going.
The ship it turned out took her to a place within the Fire Nation known as Ember Isle. As she stepped off the ship, she breathed deep. This was the first time she had been outside the Earth nation. Who could have imagined a poor girl from the slums of Ba Sing Se could ever make it this place or travel the world. She began to walk through the streets of this small town. She liked the style of the architecture. It was different than anything in the Earth kingdom. Different was good.
Yuki walked through the streets till she saw a stand selling fresh apples. She bite her lip as she approached. The owner was distracted with something behind the stand. Yuki grabs and apple in each hand. She casually pockets the apple in her left hand as she attracts the attention of the owner about the one on her right. "Pardon me sir, Your apples look delicious. How much, sir," She said politely and innocently. The man replied with a price. Yuki turned her head side ways and bite her lower lip. She replied, "Um... all i have it Earth natiom currency. Will that work?" Her left hand had been in her pocket keeping her stolen apple hidden. She pulls it out finally with a handful of earth nation coins. | Yuki Sha Ting
“Yes! Food, with this I survive for another day.”
-Yuki Sha Ting
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Yuki Sha Ting
|Birth Date|
September 15
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Female
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Yuki has brown hair with brilliant bright Blue eyes. She has fair smooth skin. She stands a proud 5 foot 5 inches tall. She is a petite girl with a beautiful hourglass figure. She is mostly muscle with very little fat on her. One could guess her lack of fat is a result of how much she works out, but in truth, she comes by a meal so rarely she is almost always hungry. She wear cloth clothes to cover as much over her form as possible while giving her total freedom of motion. SHe does wear leather armor to protect her core organs. She likes to wear her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her way.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Yuki's back is full of scars from the lashes of whips. She rarely shows off her back to others.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Sleep, night time, Individuality, intelligent people, eating, silence, stealing
✘Authority, honest people, chains, confinement, being hungry, being the center of attention, day time
|Habits|
She bites her lower lip whenever she sees something she wants to steal, She is consistently looking over her shoulder to see if anyone is watching her, She twitches whenever she feels she has been in the same place too long.
|Fears|
☠Swimming with any kind of fish, insects (the bigger the worse), confinement
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Compulsive liar ♦ Kleptomaniac ♦ Intelligent ♦ Quiet ♦ Loyal
Yuki is a natural liar. It is almost easier for her to lie than it is to tell the truth. Fortunately she does trip over her lies only rarely. She likes the thrill of successfully stealing from or scamming the unaware. Obviously, if they were unwilling to better protect their possessions they did not deserve to have them. She is fiercely defensive of her own possessions. She will also protect her friends. She is more likely to treat her friends better than she does herself. At her best, she will never let you down. At her worst, she will probably steal all your coins to by ramon.
|Place of Origin|
Ba Sing Se, Earth Kingdom Capital
|History|
Yuki was born to a poor family in the slums of Ba Sing Se. Even more unfortunately, she was born a girl. Her family was only allowed to have one child, and her parents wanted a boy desperately. In her own home, her presence was merely tolerated. She at a fairly young are needed to act like an adult to survive in the slums with disinterested parents. She fell in and ran with a group of kids who stole, cheated, and used every underhanded trick to try to get a leg up in the slums. She quickly gained a hatred of authorities when she got caught for petty crimes by guards. She spent her time as a petty criminal until one day her friends suggested they pull a major heist in the wealthy part of the City. If it worked, they would all dine like kings. Long story short, it failed. The guards in the wealthy part of town were all earth benders, there was nowhere to run as long as you were in contact with the ground.
This was a turning point in Yuki's life. She saw one of her friends beheaded. She saw two others get their left hands cut off. Yuki was spared but she still took 40 lashes in public square. She was spared severed limbs or death because a wandering sage of some standing spoke for you. Maybe he saw something in her, maybe he had pity for her, or was just lonely. Yuki never conjured the courage to ask him why he spared her. Once released from confinement, The sage took Yuki on as his apprentice. This began Yuki's semi-official exile from Ba Sing Se. She has never returned. She never said good bye to her parents or friends, nor has she ever seen them again. The sage taught Yuki earth bending while dragging her all over the Earth kingdom. After 4 years of study under this sage, Yuki left him to seek her own path and to live her own life.
|Extra|
Yuki is a expert burglar. She is very effective at sneaking, entering and exiting areas undetected, and acquiring things that are not normally sold. She is trained in earth bending, which naturally helps her hid and move unseen. She uses her earth bending very subtly. She can show off but it attracts too much attention when she does. She dislikes attention. Dinosairs!!! |
3,981 | 93 | 4 | 1,894 | 5,788 | Earth Kingdom money, eh? The market vendor looked at the coins in the young woman's hand. It was obviously Earth Kingdom money, by the round shape and square in the center, allowing it to be strung together with other, similar coins. Other than the material of the coin, all Earth Kingdom coins were the same shape, unlike the Fire Nation currency, which used four different shapes. He didn't have a problem with money from the other nations, as he had trade caravans come in from the Earth Kingdom normally, and up until recently, the Northern Water Tribe has also supplied him with a few goods. The Northern Tribe didn't seem to partake in the activities that the Southern Tribe did, but the world saw both of the tribes as enemies at the moment. It was a shame, but nothing he could do about it.
"Well, money is money." He said with a shrug, completely unaware that she had taken and hidden a second apple. "Five copper pieces please." He asked the girl, his hand out with his palm up, waiting for the money to be dropped or place in his hand.
Across the Market, a young man had glanced over at the girl and the vendor. During his brief look at them, he thought he had seen her take a second apple, but when he looked again, it was gone. he assumed that she must have placed it back. After all, her other hand was holding coins instead of the other apple.
Without any reason to really engage them, Masaru continued on, sitting on his Armadillo Bear as the two walked through the market. | Character’s Name
“That quote, by that one guy. Yeah, him.”
-Masaru
T H E B A S I C S
|Masaru|
Masaru Masaru Masaru
|Birth Date|
7/7
|Age|
16 and a half
|Gender|
Male
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Masaru has quite a large scar left over from a lightning strike, running up his back and flaring around his neck.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔At least seven likes.
✘At least seven dislikes.
|Habits|
He taps his fingers against his side when he gets nervous
Pathological Truther
Follows his gut
|Fears|
☠At least three fears.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Curious ♦ Adventurous ♦ Light Hearted ♦ fun ♦ SERIOUS
Masaru is normally easygoing and relaxed, but passionate at the wrong times, and occasionally about the wrong things. His lack of direction has hindered him before in his firebending lessons, but he has been able to bring himself to focus when needed. Despite his easygoing personality, he can become competitive in the blink of an eye, which brings him into a focused and stubborn state of mind.
|Place of Origin|
Born on Ember Island, the Fire Nation.
|History|
Masaru was born to a small family on Ember Island. His mother, father, and sister all took care of him as he grew older, and he and his sister even attended the same firebending classes. He quickly became much more skilled than her, and sought to find new uses for fire. As he grew older, his sister left to become a Cryptologist and Archivist, often sending things his way.
One day, she brought home with her some spiritual artifacts, which seemed to resonate with Masaru on some level. Though on the backburner, Masaru took to learning a little more about the spirits.
It was revealed to him on his sixteenth birthday that he was the next incarnation of the Avatar, and that it was his duty to stop the growing threat that was Iluq, the assistant to his past self. Though he was the avatar, he was not a fully realized one, and needed to master the other three elements.
|Extra|
Using special rocks from his sister, Masaru can create fires of different colors. |
3,982 | 93 | 5 | 1,306 | 383 | Tenkai
“I’m almost there.” Tenkai whispered to herself as she sat in a small canoe that she “borrowed”. As the canoe rocked from side to side she wondered how she’d be able to get through the Fire Nations ships that were hundreds of miles away from the island. They were there to protect the residents who reside on the island from intruders like her. In all respects she wasn’t going there to cause any type of harm to the people, but because she was a water bender on a canoe heading for that island those in the right mind wouldn’t even try to hear her out more or less let her step foot on it. How she was going to get through the blockade was beyond her due to the fact that she hadn’t even planned on stealing any type of “boat” in the first place. As a matter of fact, she didn’t even steal the canoe because she had left a bag of coins right where the canoe was, so they’d be able to buy themselves a new boat. In all honesty though one would say it was stealing since she made no verbal agreement on buying one in the first place, but it was about time to move on and let bygones be bygones.
Tenkai could feel that she was losing speed, so instead of using a paddle, which wasn’t anywhere to be found when she had taken it, used her bending to be able to speed up the boat. It was crucial to make it to the island soon since she had no idea how long the Avatar was going to be staying there. Technically she had no idea if he was there at all, but if he was then because it was a vacation spot she’d assume the Avatar wouldn’t be there for long.
As she got closer to the blockade Tenkai gathered all of her things to put in a small satchel she had bought. It would have been a better idea to buy a bigger satchel for multiple reasons, but she wouldn’t have had enough money to leave in exchange for the Canoe. Nonetheless, it wasn’t such a bad idea to travel light since a larger bag would possibly weigh her down; literally. She then grabbed a map she had under the wooden seat, and looked at it to make sure she was where she wanted to be. Navigation wasn’t her strong suit, but she was quite certain that up ahead would be Ember Island.
Finally, after making sure everything was set she packed it all in the satchel, carefully stood up in the Canoe, and took one step into the water. Sadly, her other foot got stuck on the rim of the Canoe, so instead of falling straight in she flipped the Canoe over while slamming right onto the water. It felt as if someone had slapped her with ten thousand paddles, so she grabbed her face with her hands as she floated back up inside the upside down Canoe. A few seconds passed as she composed herself, and made sure there was no bleeding anywhere. I'm never doing that again...
Because there was no time to flip the canoe over Tenkai just left it as is while focusing back on her mission. She created a small water bubble around her head to be able to breath underwater since she'd be under for longer than a human can hold their breath. It wasn't an easy task to create something like a water bubble more or less have it steady when her whole surrounding would be water instead of air, but it was better than nothing. Once Tenkai had the bubble mostly stable she then ducked underwater where she kicked her feet, and wiggled her fingers to bend the water into creating thrust that would slowly begin to speed her swimming. Not only did she have to dive deep enough to stay off of the Fire Nations ships radar she also had to be quick since the oxygen in the water bubble was decreasing by the minute.
You'd better be there, Avatar. | "My looks have nothing to do with my ability to become stronger."
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Tenkai Mizuo
|Birth Date|
November 13th
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Female
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Tenkai wears the traditional southern water tribe attire along with a few modifications to make the style unique, and to her liking. Her eyes are silver, and under her clothing she wears a summer attire that includes a well made vest that's under the family top that's specifically made for the Mizuo family. With the top she wears dark blue sleeves that have been made with special fabric to enforce the fabric in case she was to be in close combat with weapons. Along with the top are gray-ish brown trousers that aren't part of the actual wear along with the shoes, but because they are her favorite (and comfortable) trousers she's decided to wear them anyway. As for physical build Tenkai has quite a bit of muscle to her despite the fact that she's weak in martial arts, and stands at 5'4 with a weight of 132 lbs.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Tenkai has no scars, or tattoos, but she does have an ear piercing with her mothers earring on her right ear.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Any type of food, traveling, performers, learning, fighting, snow, romantic novels
✘Men, burnt food, being told what to do, romance-ruiners, pessimists, weapons, cabbage
|Habits|
Tenkai has the habit of clicking her tongue when she is either thinking, or has nothing to say.
She scratches her ear when she lies.
Spends money on things without thinking.
|Fears|
☠
Fire
People annihilating the water tribe.
Not being able to become stronger mentally, and physically.
Darkness.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Daring ♦ Optimistic ♦ Humorous ♦ determined ♦
Tenkai has the will to be able to venture out into new terrain to be able to experience life outside of the Water tribe. To be able to venture means one should be willing to face danger, and that is exactly what she has been able to conquer; quite easily if she did say so herself. Experiencing the world not through her peoples eyes, but through the eyes of curiosity has gotten her to be quite open-minded though she does have a small streak of stubbornness that pops in from time to time. Tenkai tends to be more silly, and like water flows through life without wondering if what she is doing is wrong. Because of this Tenkai has the problem of understanding that there are limits/boundaries that one must not cross at times which has gotten her into more trouble than usual, but nonetheless will never turn back once something is done.
On the flipside Tenkai has a small insecurity due to the fact that she doesn't act, or look like the proper female. Because she doesn't mind a scar, or a scratch here and there as well as doesn't give much care to her wear she tends to be quite shy at first. That is to say, at first. After the general formalities Tenkai doesn't care what you think of her after that.
Because she is a water bender Tenkai has become a bit less empathetic, and more hot-headed to the non-benders due to the fact that all they do is complain yet do nothing to make up for their lack of bending. That is, except try to make those who can bend feel bad.
|Place of Origin|
Southern Water Tribe
|History|
Tenkai was born in the southern water tribe to a renowned family. She was born to a father who wanted nothing to do with her due to the fact that she was a girl no mater if she was able to bend. Because of this Tenkai spent most of her days being reckless with her bending as well as observing the male benders. she observed them to be able to gain some insight as to how to be able to use bending as and offense, and a defense. Despite being a girl Tenkai was able to learn from the male warriors, and use their techniques to get a better insight as to how bending worked. Even if she was getting stronger her father was still not able to acknowledge her progress at the age of 9. Why this was a problem was beyond Tenkai, but it was expected since her father was known to be merciless, and aggressive; as a general, and as a father. Unlike her father her mother was a kind, carefree, and a loving woman who gave her all the love she'd ever need in the world. Not only that, but she also knew how to fight without bending, so she was able to give Tenkai a few pointers. She was all Tenkai needed in the world to be able to become stronger, and to be able to prove to her father that even if she was a girl that she was able to do what a male could do with bending.
At the age of 10 was when her mother had died of an illness. She was to live with her father who at that point grew tired of her barbaric actions, and would subdue her to strict classes that included healing, etiquette, and basics to strengthen knowledge. She was to never use her bending in public other than when it was required to heal, and if she was to ever act out then he would do what he could to make sure she understood the true meaning of punishment. For a time this had worked yet she still held on to a part of her that wanted to know more about how to use her abilities.
One day, as she was passing his office to leave for a session she had overheard her father mention the fire nation, and how it would be difficult to take it over. That intrigued Tenkai, so she had stood outside of the door to listen in on what was going on. By the end of it she had found out that the water tribe was training more men, and woman than usual for the sole purpose of using their powers to be able to get rid of the Avatar, and expand their territory. Tenkai had a gut feeling that it wasn't peaceful, and that the chief as well as her father were using their bending powers to hurt others. Then and there Tenkai had a decision to either leave, or stay while her father would become a crucial person in the "expansion".
After she left the southern tribe Tenkai spent time traveling to be able to see exactly what the water tribe was doing that they weren't telling their own people. Along the way she would practice the bending she already knew, and look for the avatar. After all, if her own father was trying to look for the avatar then he must be the key to stop her people from becoming murderers.
|Extra|
Tenkai is a water bender, and doesn't like to hide it because she believes that no matter what kind of bender someone is they should always be proud to be able to bend. Even if she is a southern tribe member she holds no resentment towards it even if they are the ones causing the havoc around the world. She sees it as not liking your tribe doesn't mean you have to also dislike your bending.
Dinosairs |
3,983 | 93 | 6 | 1,500 | 564 | Yuki bite her apple in an effort to hold it. It freed her right hand to count out five copper pieces from her left hand. She handed the shop keeper the coins then she turned to walk away. She bite into her able before pulling the apple away from her mouth. She walked through the market proud of her self. She had gotten away with two apples for the price of one. Anyone could see that she was not entirely a bad person. She had paid for one after all. Then again, she most likely would not have succeeded stealing in broad daylight without paying for one.
Yuki had eaten about half the apple until she saw a small stand at the edge of the market place. Some teenagers in fire nation attire were gathered around. A man was sitting down behind a make shift stone table playing the classic shell game. Apparently, he was so good some of the youngsters were getting angry at losing so many coins. As Yuki walked up to see what was happening, the man dealing asked her to play. He wanted to use Yuki as an authority to prove to the other teenagers that he was not a cheat. Yuki smiled, took a bite of her apple and agreed to play.
The man showed the small round pebble to Yuki, then covered it up with a stone cup. He shuffled the cup up among five other cups. When he finally stopped, Yuki pointed to a cup. Sure enough, She guessed right. The man looked insulted that she guessed right. He added to more cups and began again. Once he stopped, Yuki picked out the correct cup again. She bites into her apple to keep from smiling. She could feel the pebble with her earth bending. The man got frustrated and shuffled the cups again. This time Yuki chose the right one, but when it was lifted up to reveal, the pebble was nowhere to be found. Yuki bite her apple hard to hold it. She leaned forward and knocked her knuckles of her right hand on the stone table. Out of the stone cup, fell the pebble. The man stood up suddenly knocking over his chair. He points at Yuki and shouts, "You are a Cheat! You are an Earth bender!!!"
Yuki took her apple out of her mouth, "Calm yourself, Con man. Not everyone needs to know that. And do not act like you are surprised. I could tell you know some earth bending yourself. You wiggling your toes while you shuffled the cups. I wish I could be offended for using the art for such cheap tricks. But honestly... You might be able to get away with it here, but you would be ran out of town if you did this near Ba Sing Se. | Yuki Sha Ting
“Yes! Food, with this I survive for another day.”
-Yuki Sha Ting
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Yuki Sha Ting
|Birth Date|
September 15
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Female
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Yuki has brown hair with brilliant bright Blue eyes. She has fair smooth skin. She stands a proud 5 foot 5 inches tall. She is a petite girl with a beautiful hourglass figure. She is mostly muscle with very little fat on her. One could guess her lack of fat is a result of how much she works out, but in truth, she comes by a meal so rarely she is almost always hungry. She wear cloth clothes to cover as much over her form as possible while giving her total freedom of motion. SHe does wear leather armor to protect her core organs. She likes to wear her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her way.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Yuki's back is full of scars from the lashes of whips. She rarely shows off her back to others.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Sleep, night time, Individuality, intelligent people, eating, silence, stealing
✘Authority, honest people, chains, confinement, being hungry, being the center of attention, day time
|Habits|
She bites her lower lip whenever she sees something she wants to steal, She is consistently looking over her shoulder to see if anyone is watching her, She twitches whenever she feels she has been in the same place too long.
|Fears|
☠Swimming with any kind of fish, insects (the bigger the worse), confinement
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Compulsive liar ♦ Kleptomaniac ♦ Intelligent ♦ Quiet ♦ Loyal
Yuki is a natural liar. It is almost easier for her to lie than it is to tell the truth. Fortunately she does trip over her lies only rarely. She likes the thrill of successfully stealing from or scamming the unaware. Obviously, if they were unwilling to better protect their possessions they did not deserve to have them. She is fiercely defensive of her own possessions. She will also protect her friends. She is more likely to treat her friends better than she does herself. At her best, she will never let you down. At her worst, she will probably steal all your coins to by ramon.
|Place of Origin|
Ba Sing Se, Earth Kingdom Capital
|History|
Yuki was born to a poor family in the slums of Ba Sing Se. Even more unfortunately, she was born a girl. Her family was only allowed to have one child, and her parents wanted a boy desperately. In her own home, her presence was merely tolerated. She at a fairly young are needed to act like an adult to survive in the slums with disinterested parents. She fell in and ran with a group of kids who stole, cheated, and used every underhanded trick to try to get a leg up in the slums. She quickly gained a hatred of authorities when she got caught for petty crimes by guards. She spent her time as a petty criminal until one day her friends suggested they pull a major heist in the wealthy part of the City. If it worked, they would all dine like kings. Long story short, it failed. The guards in the wealthy part of town were all earth benders, there was nowhere to run as long as you were in contact with the ground.
This was a turning point in Yuki's life. She saw one of her friends beheaded. She saw two others get their left hands cut off. Yuki was spared but she still took 40 lashes in public square. She was spared severed limbs or death because a wandering sage of some standing spoke for you. Maybe he saw something in her, maybe he had pity for her, or was just lonely. Yuki never conjured the courage to ask him why he spared her. Once released from confinement, The sage took Yuki on as his apprentice. This began Yuki's semi-official exile from Ba Sing Se. She has never returned. She never said good bye to her parents or friends, nor has she ever seen them again. The sage taught Yuki earth bending while dragging her all over the Earth kingdom. After 4 years of study under this sage, Yuki left him to seek her own path and to live her own life.
|Extra|
Yuki is a expert burglar. She is very effective at sneaking, entering and exiting areas undetected, and acquiring things that are not normally sold. She is trained in earth bending, which naturally helps her hid and move unseen. She uses her earth bending very subtly. She can show off but it attracts too much attention when she does. She dislikes attention. Dinosairs!!! |
3,984 | 93 | 7 | 70 | 496 | The trip to Ember Island wasn't a very long one. During that time, Yue was given a brief description of the Avatar, though it was vague, it would still be easier than trying to find him without one. Once at the island, he set off in search for the Avatar. His staff he now held in his right hand, and with his posture and expression, it would be obvious to anyone that he was a soldier. Being heavily armed gave it away as well. Though his serious appearance was ruined a bit by the pieces of hair that refused to stay in his pony tail. Cutting it short would make it easier to maintain, but he happened to like his long hair. It was his one vanity.
Yue heard the whispers as people wondered what a lone soldier was doing here. But he gracefully ignored them and moved in. Golden brown eyes swept around as he searched for any signs of the Avatar. In the natural light of the sun, his eyes actually looked the color that they were supposed to. But any change in the lighting and his eyes would shift colors. It was something he disliked greatly. Especially the way they turned an almost glowing orange near fire. Some of the other soldiers had made a point to check his eyes in all different types of lighting. Just to see how many colors they could turn.
Finally, Yue found himself wandering through the market. The smell of fresh foods made him realize just how long it had been since he had eaten. It had been very early in the morning when he had gotten up, and he had a small breakfast then. Other than that, which was a long time ago, he had eaten nothing. But that would have to wait, he had a job to do. Finding the Avatar was more important, because if the Avatar died, his own life was forfeit. So while the temptation to stop was great, he fought it off as best as he could.
It was here in the market that Yue found the Avatar. The vague description he had been given matched, and the Armadillo Bear gave it away. Quickening his pace, he moved up alongside the Avatar. "Avatar Masaru?" He stated, waiting for the boy to look at him before saluting. "My name is Yue Wudao. I have been sent by the Fire Nation army to protect you." He got right to the point and didn't bother wasting time by saying anything else. Whether the Avatar wanted him to or not, he would be protecting him. | Yue Wudao
“We fight to live, we live to fight, and tonight you'll hear my battle cry.”
-Yue
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Yue Zhutie Wudao (His name loosely translates into, dance of the iron moon.)
|Birth Date|
October 3rd
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Yue is a small male, standing at just five foot six, and weighing only one hundred fifteen pounds. He has an athletic build, you certainly won't find any fat on this guy, but there's definitely some muscle, including a six pack that he's very proud of. The muscles in his back are also very well defined from swinging around weapons all day. He has chest length, medium brown, hair that he likes to keep tied up and out of his face, though there's some darn front pieces that are too short and keep falling out of the ponytail. His eyes are a golden brown color that can look anywhere from gold to orange depending on the lighting. Darkness makes the gold pop out, but fire brings out the orange. He has long, graceful limbs and fingers, as well as pointed facial features.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Yue has three main scars, with some other smaller ones littering his frame. The first scar is his largest, which is a neat line caused by some kind of sword on his back, going all the way from right shoulder to left hip. The second is a burn scar on his lower left leg, the last is a jagged line starting at the corner of his right eye and disappearing into his hair.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Weapons, Warm weather, the color red, books, proving himself, tea, strong women.
✘ Arrogant people, cold weather, damsels in distress, the color pink, how his eyes change color, benders who flaunt their powers, losing.
|Habits|
Flicks his tessen open and closed when bored, fiddles with his hair when nervous, tends to over train, wears his battle expression when feeling threatened.
|Fears|
☠ Failure, small or closed in spaces, the ocean, snakes.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Fighter ♦ Mature ♦ Stubborn ♦ Strong Minded ♦
Yue was forced to grow up too fast, thus he is an incredibly mature and serious individual. He likes to keep on track of things and doesn't have much time for fun. He can keep a cool head in almost any situation. He's stubborn and feisty, he won't be giving up without a fight. He's observant and sees a lot more than people give him credit for. People assume that he's all brawn and no brain, but that isn't true, he's got a good head on his shoulders and a lot common sense and world experience than most. He doesn't like to talk much, but when he does, you better listen, because its usually important. He's a good listener, but don't ask him for advice, his people skills are pretty much none existent. He's a bit of an adrenaline junkie and loves a good fight or near death situation to get his blood pumping.
Due to being so mature and serious, he can come off as cold or unfriendly, but once you get to know him, he's incredibly loyal and a good friend. Even if the world is going to hell around you, he'll have your back. He's protective and not afraid to sacrifice himself for the sake of others. He's a hint shy and gets nervous when meeting new people, especially if that person happens to be female, he doesn't get the chance to talk to people often, let alone people of the female variety. He's more likely to open up to strong people, males or females, as he absolutely hates the damsel in distress type of person, that doesn't stop him from saving them, but that has something to do with the fact that he hates them.
|Place of Origin|
Fire Nation Capital
|History|
Yue was born in the Fire Nation Capital, to a high ranking member of the army. His father was extremely disappointed when Yue was born without the ability to bend, as it was family tradition for the men of the family to serve as soldiers. Instead Yue began his training in weaponry at a very young age. He was forced to grow up quickly due to this. He was isolated, spending his days as a child training instead of interacting with other kids and playing, causing him to miss out on some very important people skills. By the time he was thirteen, Yue had already mastered seven different weapons, and could pick up about anything and use it effectively, all he was missing was battle experience. But it was at this time that he confronted his father and told the man that he didn't want to train any longer.
The man was furious, and as Yue turned to leave, picked up one of the swords they had been practicing with, and caused the scar on Yue's back. Instinct kicked in and before collapsing, Yue seriously injured his father. His mother found them fifteen minutes later, laying on the floor of the training room, bleeding out. After waiting for months for his wound to fully heal, and spending his time reading, Yue was fully healed. In that time he realized how much he actually enjoyed weaponry and fighting. After apologizing to his father, the man resumed his training.
At sixteen he joined the Fire Nation Army, the youngest in his family to do so. He spent his time bored out of his mind fighting in boring border skirmishes and the like. When the news reached that the Water Tribe was trying to conquer the world, his father gave him a new set of orders. Protect the Avatar.
|Extra|
Yue is a master of any and all things weaponry. He can pick up a weapon and wield it effectively. His favorites are the jian and a wooden staff the same height that he is. Those are the two that he carries around, along with a tessen, or bladed fan. He is physically strong from years of swinging weapons around. He is quick, fast, and agile, which are three completely different things. Quickness is how fast one strikes, fast is the speed at which one moves, and agility is ones ability to move well. These three things give him an almost dance like fighting style.
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3,985 | 93 | 8 | 1,894 | 5,788 | Upon hearing his name being called, Masaru looked to the origin of the voice that called him out. Of course, Masaru being called the Avatar got a few heads to turn to him. Most of Ember Island, his home, knew about him being the Avatar. The Fire Sages had gone out to the little resort island to announce it on his birthday, and a good deal of people had been filled out due to those same sages.
Masaru was hesitant. He knew the proper Fire Nation salute, and he didn't seem to have any sort of outsider appearance.
"Tano." He called out calmly, the hybrid stopping so Masaru could hop off and return the salute. "My thanks to the army, I suppose." He wasn't entirely sure how to react. Many of the visitors to Ember Island were still muttering about him and the lone soldier. If Masaru was going to be honest, he didn't like the hushed whispers around him, about him. If they wanted to say something, they should just say it right to them. It wasn't the first time that he had heard that he was nothing like Avatar Li, such a great man. All that was in his place was some kid who only knew one element. They should have broke tradition and told him about him being the Avatar from a younger age so he could protect the world better.
He had heard it all.
An awkward silence overtook him. He wasn't exactly sure what to say next, and he wasn't sure if the soldier had anything else to say to him. "Um... At ease?" He uttered experimentally. He hadn't really been in contact with the army, and neither of his parents served. | Character’s Name
“That quote, by that one guy. Yeah, him.”
-Masaru
T H E B A S I C S
|Masaru|
Masaru Masaru Masaru
|Birth Date|
7/7
|Age|
16 and a half
|Gender|
Male
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Masaru has quite a large scar left over from a lightning strike, running up his back and flaring around his neck.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔At least seven likes.
✘At least seven dislikes.
|Habits|
He taps his fingers against his side when he gets nervous
Pathological Truther
Follows his gut
|Fears|
☠At least three fears.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Curious ♦ Adventurous ♦ Light Hearted ♦ fun ♦ SERIOUS
Masaru is normally easygoing and relaxed, but passionate at the wrong times, and occasionally about the wrong things. His lack of direction has hindered him before in his firebending lessons, but he has been able to bring himself to focus when needed. Despite his easygoing personality, he can become competitive in the blink of an eye, which brings him into a focused and stubborn state of mind.
|Place of Origin|
Born on Ember Island, the Fire Nation.
|History|
Masaru was born to a small family on Ember Island. His mother, father, and sister all took care of him as he grew older, and he and his sister even attended the same firebending classes. He quickly became much more skilled than her, and sought to find new uses for fire. As he grew older, his sister left to become a Cryptologist and Archivist, often sending things his way.
One day, she brought home with her some spiritual artifacts, which seemed to resonate with Masaru on some level. Though on the backburner, Masaru took to learning a little more about the spirits.
It was revealed to him on his sixteenth birthday that he was the next incarnation of the Avatar, and that it was his duty to stop the growing threat that was Iluq, the assistant to his past self. Though he was the avatar, he was not a fully realized one, and needed to master the other three elements.
|Extra|
Using special rocks from his sister, Masaru can create fires of different colors. |
3,986 | 93 | 9 | 1,306 | 383 | Tenkai
Making it past the boats underwater was no easy task because of the fact that she had accidentally swam faster than she did deeper. Whether they noticed anything or not on the radars she'd have to find out on land. Another thing she had to worry about was the fact that the water bubble wouldn't be able to hold for much longer due to the fact that the oxygen was decreasing quite fast, and she was getting weaker because of it. With all of these factors included Tenkai had made the decision to start heading back up to the water surface, and swim to the shore from there. It took a few minutes to be able to head back up since she was running out of oxygen fast, but once she got to the surface the bubble she had created burst. Tenkai took a big breathe of air as she was relieved to have made it to the surface in time. If she hadn't then it would have ended up worse than she had planned. Of course she didn't have time to float around, and celebrate because she still had yet to find the Avatar. The water bender started to swim to the shoreline which luckily ended up being a beach where the vacationers would spend most of their time. By the beach was a small area that didn't have sand, but instead had leftover seaweed from the ocean. Because of that there weren't many people around, so she made her way for that part of the shoreline. It was quite the hassle due to the fact that she was still weak, and a bit more tired from having multiple emotions on overdrive.
Once at the shoreline she immediately bended the water out of her clothes, and began walking to the nearest town market. Of course she had to be careful to keep from anyone seeing her, but she was already on the island which was a success feat all on its own. The town wasn't far off from the beach, and all she had to do was follow a few people around to be able to make it there though she had no idea there were so many vacationers. It's now or never Tenkai. As she hid behind a few crate boxes full of vegetables Tenkai looked around at possible avatar choices. She honestly had no idea as to how the possible avatar looked, and worst of all she had no idea if he was even here. After spending a few seconds trying to figure out how the avatar could look Tenkai got frustrated, and decided to just walk out in public. After all, it wouldn't be unusual to see a water bender...right?
Wrong.
Right when Tenkai stepped out of her hiding spot two Fire Nation guards were passing by the crates she was hiding behind, so she had accidentally bumped into them. In shock, the guards looked to each other as Tenkai nervously giggled at what she had just done. They tried to grab her, but she had put her hands up in defense, and on accident had frozen their hands with the puddle her satchel had made behind the stacked crates. I really need to work on my bending....
After freezing the guards hands she began running to the left while two other guards to the right were trying to make a path through the crowd of onlookers. While running she had turned to her right to look back at how much distance she had gained from the guards that were now chasing after her, but instead had come to a complete stop as she saw a guy standing by a bear? With another guy who looked to be a guard yet had no fire nation armor on. Is that the- The guards had caught up, and grabbed her by the arms to keep her from any more bending. To be able to get out of the hold Tenkai stepped back a few times to be able to fall backwards on top of them. As they fell she quickly stood before one of them was able to grab her, and ran towards the military-like person by the guy with the bear. "You're the avatar right?!" she had blurted out before the guards had tackled her over to make sure she was secure. | "My looks have nothing to do with my ability to become stronger."
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Tenkai Mizuo
|Birth Date|
November 13th
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Female
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Tenkai wears the traditional southern water tribe attire along with a few modifications to make the style unique, and to her liking. Her eyes are silver, and under her clothing she wears a summer attire that includes a well made vest that's under the family top that's specifically made for the Mizuo family. With the top she wears dark blue sleeves that have been made with special fabric to enforce the fabric in case she was to be in close combat with weapons. Along with the top are gray-ish brown trousers that aren't part of the actual wear along with the shoes, but because they are her favorite (and comfortable) trousers she's decided to wear them anyway. As for physical build Tenkai has quite a bit of muscle to her despite the fact that she's weak in martial arts, and stands at 5'4 with a weight of 132 lbs.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Tenkai has no scars, or tattoos, but she does have an ear piercing with her mothers earring on her right ear.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Any type of food, traveling, performers, learning, fighting, snow, romantic novels
✘Men, burnt food, being told what to do, romance-ruiners, pessimists, weapons, cabbage
|Habits|
Tenkai has the habit of clicking her tongue when she is either thinking, or has nothing to say.
She scratches her ear when she lies.
Spends money on things without thinking.
|Fears|
☠
Fire
People annihilating the water tribe.
Not being able to become stronger mentally, and physically.
Darkness.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Daring ♦ Optimistic ♦ Humorous ♦ determined ♦
Tenkai has the will to be able to venture out into new terrain to be able to experience life outside of the Water tribe. To be able to venture means one should be willing to face danger, and that is exactly what she has been able to conquer; quite easily if she did say so herself. Experiencing the world not through her peoples eyes, but through the eyes of curiosity has gotten her to be quite open-minded though she does have a small streak of stubbornness that pops in from time to time. Tenkai tends to be more silly, and like water flows through life without wondering if what she is doing is wrong. Because of this Tenkai has the problem of understanding that there are limits/boundaries that one must not cross at times which has gotten her into more trouble than usual, but nonetheless will never turn back once something is done.
On the flipside Tenkai has a small insecurity due to the fact that she doesn't act, or look like the proper female. Because she doesn't mind a scar, or a scratch here and there as well as doesn't give much care to her wear she tends to be quite shy at first. That is to say, at first. After the general formalities Tenkai doesn't care what you think of her after that.
Because she is a water bender Tenkai has become a bit less empathetic, and more hot-headed to the non-benders due to the fact that all they do is complain yet do nothing to make up for their lack of bending. That is, except try to make those who can bend feel bad.
|Place of Origin|
Southern Water Tribe
|History|
Tenkai was born in the southern water tribe to a renowned family. She was born to a father who wanted nothing to do with her due to the fact that she was a girl no mater if she was able to bend. Because of this Tenkai spent most of her days being reckless with her bending as well as observing the male benders. she observed them to be able to gain some insight as to how to be able to use bending as and offense, and a defense. Despite being a girl Tenkai was able to learn from the male warriors, and use their techniques to get a better insight as to how bending worked. Even if she was getting stronger her father was still not able to acknowledge her progress at the age of 9. Why this was a problem was beyond Tenkai, but it was expected since her father was known to be merciless, and aggressive; as a general, and as a father. Unlike her father her mother was a kind, carefree, and a loving woman who gave her all the love she'd ever need in the world. Not only that, but she also knew how to fight without bending, so she was able to give Tenkai a few pointers. She was all Tenkai needed in the world to be able to become stronger, and to be able to prove to her father that even if she was a girl that she was able to do what a male could do with bending.
At the age of 10 was when her mother had died of an illness. She was to live with her father who at that point grew tired of her barbaric actions, and would subdue her to strict classes that included healing, etiquette, and basics to strengthen knowledge. She was to never use her bending in public other than when it was required to heal, and if she was to ever act out then he would do what he could to make sure she understood the true meaning of punishment. For a time this had worked yet she still held on to a part of her that wanted to know more about how to use her abilities.
One day, as she was passing his office to leave for a session she had overheard her father mention the fire nation, and how it would be difficult to take it over. That intrigued Tenkai, so she had stood outside of the door to listen in on what was going on. By the end of it she had found out that the water tribe was training more men, and woman than usual for the sole purpose of using their powers to be able to get rid of the Avatar, and expand their territory. Tenkai had a gut feeling that it wasn't peaceful, and that the chief as well as her father were using their bending powers to hurt others. Then and there Tenkai had a decision to either leave, or stay while her father would become a crucial person in the "expansion".
After she left the southern tribe Tenkai spent time traveling to be able to see exactly what the water tribe was doing that they weren't telling their own people. Along the way she would practice the bending she already knew, and look for the avatar. After all, if her own father was trying to look for the avatar then he must be the key to stop her people from becoming murderers.
|Extra|
Tenkai is a water bender, and doesn't like to hide it because she believes that no matter what kind of bender someone is they should always be proud to be able to bend. Even if she is a southern tribe member she holds no resentment towards it even if they are the ones causing the havoc around the world. She sees it as not liking your tribe doesn't mean you have to also dislike your bending.
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3,987 | 93 | 10 | 70 | 496 | The corners of Yue's mouth twitched upward when the Avatar acted so awkwardly to have a soldier speaking to him. It was entirely different than he was used to, but not in a bad way. It was almost refreshing. Yue stopped saluting and stood in a much more neutral stance. "Don't worry about treating me like a soldier. Just treat me like you would anyone else. He said, still in a serious tone, but one that was a little bit closer to a normal person than before. "Or if you would like, just completely ignore me and I'll tag along behind you. In that case, you'd only see me if you got attacked." If the Avatar did decide to ignore him, things would be a bit less comfortable. But that was what Yue was trained for, and it didn't matter to him either way.
Some sort of commotion immediately put him on guard, his grip on his staff became loose, so that he could swing it around with ease if needed. Golden brown eyes scanned the area, and locked onto a Water Tribesman who was running at him. On closer inspection, it was a woman. Before Yue needed to do anything, two Ember Island guards tackled her to the ground. Not before she got the chance to speak though. If Yue was less well trained, he would have laughed out loud. This woman thought he was the Avatar? It raised a few questions in his mind. All of which she could answer very easily. He held a hand up to the guards, signaling them to keep her there and not take her away just yet.
There was something about the way she had been running up to them that made Yue think she wasn't a threat. While he did know that not all Water Tribe members were evil, because she was a member, it still made him wary. As much as he would have loved to interrogate her, he didn't answer to the Fire Lord at the moment. He took direct orders from the Avatar. So with a reluctant sigh, he simply said, "You have the wrong man.". Then simple stepped out of the way to let Avatar Masaru handle things. His staff was still at the ready though. If the woman tried anything, she'd find that her stay on Ember Island would be very short. | Yue Wudao
“We fight to live, we live to fight, and tonight you'll hear my battle cry.”
-Yue
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Yue Zhutie Wudao (His name loosely translates into, dance of the iron moon.)
|Birth Date|
October 3rd
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Yue is a small male, standing at just five foot six, and weighing only one hundred fifteen pounds. He has an athletic build, you certainly won't find any fat on this guy, but there's definitely some muscle, including a six pack that he's very proud of. The muscles in his back are also very well defined from swinging around weapons all day. He has chest length, medium brown, hair that he likes to keep tied up and out of his face, though there's some darn front pieces that are too short and keep falling out of the ponytail. His eyes are a golden brown color that can look anywhere from gold to orange depending on the lighting. Darkness makes the gold pop out, but fire brings out the orange. He has long, graceful limbs and fingers, as well as pointed facial features.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Yue has three main scars, with some other smaller ones littering his frame. The first scar is his largest, which is a neat line caused by some kind of sword on his back, going all the way from right shoulder to left hip. The second is a burn scar on his lower left leg, the last is a jagged line starting at the corner of his right eye and disappearing into his hair.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Weapons, Warm weather, the color red, books, proving himself, tea, strong women.
✘ Arrogant people, cold weather, damsels in distress, the color pink, how his eyes change color, benders who flaunt their powers, losing.
|Habits|
Flicks his tessen open and closed when bored, fiddles with his hair when nervous, tends to over train, wears his battle expression when feeling threatened.
|Fears|
☠ Failure, small or closed in spaces, the ocean, snakes.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Fighter ♦ Mature ♦ Stubborn ♦ Strong Minded ♦
Yue was forced to grow up too fast, thus he is an incredibly mature and serious individual. He likes to keep on track of things and doesn't have much time for fun. He can keep a cool head in almost any situation. He's stubborn and feisty, he won't be giving up without a fight. He's observant and sees a lot more than people give him credit for. People assume that he's all brawn and no brain, but that isn't true, he's got a good head on his shoulders and a lot common sense and world experience than most. He doesn't like to talk much, but when he does, you better listen, because its usually important. He's a good listener, but don't ask him for advice, his people skills are pretty much none existent. He's a bit of an adrenaline junkie and loves a good fight or near death situation to get his blood pumping.
Due to being so mature and serious, he can come off as cold or unfriendly, but once you get to know him, he's incredibly loyal and a good friend. Even if the world is going to hell around you, he'll have your back. He's protective and not afraid to sacrifice himself for the sake of others. He's a hint shy and gets nervous when meeting new people, especially if that person happens to be female, he doesn't get the chance to talk to people often, let alone people of the female variety. He's more likely to open up to strong people, males or females, as he absolutely hates the damsel in distress type of person, that doesn't stop him from saving them, but that has something to do with the fact that he hates them.
|Place of Origin|
Fire Nation Capital
|History|
Yue was born in the Fire Nation Capital, to a high ranking member of the army. His father was extremely disappointed when Yue was born without the ability to bend, as it was family tradition for the men of the family to serve as soldiers. Instead Yue began his training in weaponry at a very young age. He was forced to grow up quickly due to this. He was isolated, spending his days as a child training instead of interacting with other kids and playing, causing him to miss out on some very important people skills. By the time he was thirteen, Yue had already mastered seven different weapons, and could pick up about anything and use it effectively, all he was missing was battle experience. But it was at this time that he confronted his father and told the man that he didn't want to train any longer.
The man was furious, and as Yue turned to leave, picked up one of the swords they had been practicing with, and caused the scar on Yue's back. Instinct kicked in and before collapsing, Yue seriously injured his father. His mother found them fifteen minutes later, laying on the floor of the training room, bleeding out. After waiting for months for his wound to fully heal, and spending his time reading, Yue was fully healed. In that time he realized how much he actually enjoyed weaponry and fighting. After apologizing to his father, the man resumed his training.
At sixteen he joined the Fire Nation Army, the youngest in his family to do so. He spent his time bored out of his mind fighting in boring border skirmishes and the like. When the news reached that the Water Tribe was trying to conquer the world, his father gave him a new set of orders. Protect the Avatar.
|Extra|
Yue is a master of any and all things weaponry. He can pick up a weapon and wield it effectively. His favorites are the jian and a wooden staff the same height that he is. Those are the two that he carries around, along with a tessen, or bladed fan. He is physically strong from years of swinging weapons around. He is quick, fast, and agile, which are three completely different things. Quickness is how fast one strikes, fast is the speed at which one moves, and agility is ones ability to move well. These three things give him an almost dance like fighting style.
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3,988 | 93 | 11 | 1,894 | 5,788 | Only a little ways away, two figures turned to look at the commotion going on in the market. They were quite surprised to see a Water Tribe girl being attacked by the Fire Nation guard right in front of the avatar. Their lips curled up into a vile smile as they looked to one another.
"This is unforeseen, but Queen Iluq must have sent a sister to help us." The first figure looked to the one beside them, their aqua eyes wondering if their partner had thought the same thing.
"Surely." The second responded in a simple manner. "We can't let the opportunity slip through our fingers. We'll go now. The three of us can best a swordsman, a couple guards, and an incomplete Avatar."
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Meanwhile, As the strange Water Tribe girl ran up to them, and was subsequently grounded by the guards, Masaru was quite surprised to hear that she was talking to the wrong man. Though, had be been a bystander on the street, he would have believed that the stronger, more able looking man was the avatar, rather than the kid that sat atop a large animal. Masaru wasn't given much time to react to his new bodyguard when the girl had ran up an interrupted them. She seemed as if she had something urgent to tell him.
While he was, technically, the largest figure of authority, protecting the world and keeping balance, Masaru didn't really spout left and right how he was the Avatar, and how his word should be heeded by all. His eyes looked to the guards who kept the woman on the ground. He could see the two guards doing their best to keep her on the ground, but he looked down at them with some strange meekness.
"Uh, can you let her go? I think she has something to say to us." Masaru asked them, looked at the guards as the hesitated, but relented. One girl, even a dangerous waterbender, wouldn't be much against four opponents.
"She wants to tell you how you're going to die!" An unknown voice shouted as one of the two mysterious figures launched themselves at Masaru, water coiling around their arm, ready to strike like a whip at whomever it's target might be.
The figure lashed the whip, intending to connect with Masaru. However, the Avatar had managed to avoid the attack, faltering backwards and off of Tano. He rolled down the Armadillo Bear's side, landing on his feet just as the hybrid stood up on two legs to make itself seem even larger than it was.
Meanwhile, the second figure blasted a torrent of water at the two guards, hoping to distance them from the Water Tribe girl. | Character’s Name
“That quote, by that one guy. Yeah, him.”
-Masaru
T H E B A S I C S
|Masaru|
Masaru Masaru Masaru
|Birth Date|
7/7
|Age|
16 and a half
|Gender|
Male
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Masaru has quite a large scar left over from a lightning strike, running up his back and flaring around his neck.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔At least seven likes.
✘At least seven dislikes.
|Habits|
He taps his fingers against his side when he gets nervous
Pathological Truther
Follows his gut
|Fears|
☠At least three fears.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Curious ♦ Adventurous ♦ Light Hearted ♦ fun ♦ SERIOUS
Masaru is normally easygoing and relaxed, but passionate at the wrong times, and occasionally about the wrong things. His lack of direction has hindered him before in his firebending lessons, but he has been able to bring himself to focus when needed. Despite his easygoing personality, he can become competitive in the blink of an eye, which brings him into a focused and stubborn state of mind.
|Place of Origin|
Born on Ember Island, the Fire Nation.
|History|
Masaru was born to a small family on Ember Island. His mother, father, and sister all took care of him as he grew older, and he and his sister even attended the same firebending classes. He quickly became much more skilled than her, and sought to find new uses for fire. As he grew older, his sister left to become a Cryptologist and Archivist, often sending things his way.
One day, she brought home with her some spiritual artifacts, which seemed to resonate with Masaru on some level. Though on the backburner, Masaru took to learning a little more about the spirits.
It was revealed to him on his sixteenth birthday that he was the next incarnation of the Avatar, and that it was his duty to stop the growing threat that was Iluq, the assistant to his past self. Though he was the avatar, he was not a fully realized one, and needed to master the other three elements.
|Extra|
Using special rocks from his sister, Masaru can create fires of different colors. |
3,989 | 93 | 12 | 1,500 | 564 | Yuki was wandering around the market place looking for anything that caught her eye. There was some nice weapons and jewelry but nothing perked her attention enough to make her want to acquire it. Legally or otherwise. She finished her apple and was about to pull out her second stolen apple when a commotion washed over the market. Civilians began running away. It was clear a fight just broke out between benders. Yuki did not run. If such a fight did not peak her interest, she would have. Blending in with the crowd was a effective tactic when theiving is the way one brings home the bacon. However, She slowly approached this fight. She observed at least two water benders and a hybrid creature, armadillo bear. She had never seen such a creature.
Something within Yuki seemed to Click. She felt like she needed to involve herself. It clashed with her trained instinct. Why? Why would she involve herself in this? Sure these were water benders. Water benders were the aggressors in this war. She reasoned out her feeling. These water benders were in the fire nation. They thought they were superior enough not to care about the authorities of others. They were like her, but not humble like her.
Yuki bent down and picked up a handful over rocks off the dirt road. She holds them casually in her left hand as she chucks one hard at one of the water benders. Expecting that one to be blocked, deflected, vaporized, or dodged, Yuki throws a second one. This was a simple trick, no one would suspect her to be an earth bender, just some mad woman throwing rocks. | Yuki Sha Ting
“Yes! Food, with this I survive for another day.”
-Yuki Sha Ting
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Yuki Sha Ting
|Birth Date|
September 15
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Female
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Yuki has brown hair with brilliant bright Blue eyes. She has fair smooth skin. She stands a proud 5 foot 5 inches tall. She is a petite girl with a beautiful hourglass figure. She is mostly muscle with very little fat on her. One could guess her lack of fat is a result of how much she works out, but in truth, she comes by a meal so rarely she is almost always hungry. She wear cloth clothes to cover as much over her form as possible while giving her total freedom of motion. SHe does wear leather armor to protect her core organs. She likes to wear her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her way.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Yuki's back is full of scars from the lashes of whips. She rarely shows off her back to others.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Sleep, night time, Individuality, intelligent people, eating, silence, stealing
✘Authority, honest people, chains, confinement, being hungry, being the center of attention, day time
|Habits|
She bites her lower lip whenever she sees something she wants to steal, She is consistently looking over her shoulder to see if anyone is watching her, She twitches whenever she feels she has been in the same place too long.
|Fears|
☠Swimming with any kind of fish, insects (the bigger the worse), confinement
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Compulsive liar ♦ Kleptomaniac ♦ Intelligent ♦ Quiet ♦ Loyal
Yuki is a natural liar. It is almost easier for her to lie than it is to tell the truth. Fortunately she does trip over her lies only rarely. She likes the thrill of successfully stealing from or scamming the unaware. Obviously, if they were unwilling to better protect their possessions they did not deserve to have them. She is fiercely defensive of her own possessions. She will also protect her friends. She is more likely to treat her friends better than she does herself. At her best, she will never let you down. At her worst, she will probably steal all your coins to by ramon.
|Place of Origin|
Ba Sing Se, Earth Kingdom Capital
|History|
Yuki was born to a poor family in the slums of Ba Sing Se. Even more unfortunately, she was born a girl. Her family was only allowed to have one child, and her parents wanted a boy desperately. In her own home, her presence was merely tolerated. She at a fairly young are needed to act like an adult to survive in the slums with disinterested parents. She fell in and ran with a group of kids who stole, cheated, and used every underhanded trick to try to get a leg up in the slums. She quickly gained a hatred of authorities when she got caught for petty crimes by guards. She spent her time as a petty criminal until one day her friends suggested they pull a major heist in the wealthy part of the City. If it worked, they would all dine like kings. Long story short, it failed. The guards in the wealthy part of town were all earth benders, there was nowhere to run as long as you were in contact with the ground.
This was a turning point in Yuki's life. She saw one of her friends beheaded. She saw two others get their left hands cut off. Yuki was spared but she still took 40 lashes in public square. She was spared severed limbs or death because a wandering sage of some standing spoke for you. Maybe he saw something in her, maybe he had pity for her, or was just lonely. Yuki never conjured the courage to ask him why he spared her. Once released from confinement, The sage took Yuki on as his apprentice. This began Yuki's semi-official exile from Ba Sing Se. She has never returned. She never said good bye to her parents or friends, nor has she ever seen them again. The sage taught Yuki earth bending while dragging her all over the Earth kingdom. After 4 years of study under this sage, Yuki left him to seek her own path and to live her own life.
|Extra|
Yuki is a expert burglar. She is very effective at sneaking, entering and exiting areas undetected, and acquiring things that are not normally sold. She is trained in earth bending, which naturally helps her hid and move unseen. She uses her earth bending very subtly. She can show off but it attracts too much attention when she does. She dislikes attention. Dinosairs!!! |
3,990 | 93 | 13 | 1,306 | 383 | Tenkai
Tenkai was in shock at what had just happened that she wasn't able to get up at first when the the guards were blasted off of her. What... Looking back she was able to see two Water Tribe members that had used their bending to be able to attack in case the opposing team, also known as the avatar and the armor-less warrior, were to retaliate. W-Why are they attacking? Sadly, she had a pretty good idea as to why they were doing it, and who was behind this. If the avatar was to be alive any longer he'd be able to master the other elements which would be bad for the Southern Water Tribe as it would be the main problem in their plan. Only Father can be cunning enough to come up with a plan like this. As the shock had turned into anger due to the fact that these Water Benders were using their ability to try to destroy the Avatar Tenkai got up from the ground, and used the water from when the guards were blasted to be able to shield not only herself, but the Avatar as well as what she had first assumed was the avatar. Because the barrier was a bit smaller than she had tried to make it she could see someone was throwing rocks at the enemy. While stabilizing the barrier Tenkai used her bending to surround the small rocks with water left over, and turn them into sand to be able to throw in their faces. It was a cheap trick, but one she would need to do since she was against fellow water benders. One would assume that fighting against someone who has the same abilities would be easier, but it was harder due to the fact that she had only trained to fight other benders since the techniques went with the weaknesses of others and the strengths of their own.
After she had done that Tenkai had ran sideways outside of the protection of the barrier she had done, and then ran straight toward the enemy. Because bending was done more at a distance running up to an opponent was something one didn't expect when fighting, so when she was at a close distance toward the enemy she used all of the water from the barrier, and blasted it at the enemy. After that she, in a swift manner, pulled the water back to her, and then pushed it forward while slamming her hand on the gravel ground. Once she did that the water went straight towards them; ready to blast them hard enough to send them flying, and freezing the enemies so they wouldn't be able to do any sort of bending. Tenkai didn't need to slam her hand on the ground since the water was already going to do what she needed it to, but she was furious that someone had used water bending in a manner that would cause more rumors about water benders which would then cause more hate towards them.
"How dare you use water bending that way." Tenkai tried to keep herself composed since they had also freed her from the restraints of the Fire Nation guards, but it was getting harder and harder to do so when their ultimate goal was to kill the avatar. "How dare you use bending at all!" The few vases that held holding water inside of them at multiple vendors stations had exploded. | "My looks have nothing to do with my ability to become stronger."
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Tenkai Mizuo
|Birth Date|
November 13th
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Female
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Tenkai wears the traditional southern water tribe attire along with a few modifications to make the style unique, and to her liking. Her eyes are silver, and under her clothing she wears a summer attire that includes a well made vest that's under the family top that's specifically made for the Mizuo family. With the top she wears dark blue sleeves that have been made with special fabric to enforce the fabric in case she was to be in close combat with weapons. Along with the top are gray-ish brown trousers that aren't part of the actual wear along with the shoes, but because they are her favorite (and comfortable) trousers she's decided to wear them anyway. As for physical build Tenkai has quite a bit of muscle to her despite the fact that she's weak in martial arts, and stands at 5'4 with a weight of 132 lbs.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Tenkai has no scars, or tattoos, but she does have an ear piercing with her mothers earring on her right ear.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Any type of food, traveling, performers, learning, fighting, snow, romantic novels
✘Men, burnt food, being told what to do, romance-ruiners, pessimists, weapons, cabbage
|Habits|
Tenkai has the habit of clicking her tongue when she is either thinking, or has nothing to say.
She scratches her ear when she lies.
Spends money on things without thinking.
|Fears|
☠
Fire
People annihilating the water tribe.
Not being able to become stronger mentally, and physically.
Darkness.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Daring ♦ Optimistic ♦ Humorous ♦ determined ♦
Tenkai has the will to be able to venture out into new terrain to be able to experience life outside of the Water tribe. To be able to venture means one should be willing to face danger, and that is exactly what she has been able to conquer; quite easily if she did say so herself. Experiencing the world not through her peoples eyes, but through the eyes of curiosity has gotten her to be quite open-minded though she does have a small streak of stubbornness that pops in from time to time. Tenkai tends to be more silly, and like water flows through life without wondering if what she is doing is wrong. Because of this Tenkai has the problem of understanding that there are limits/boundaries that one must not cross at times which has gotten her into more trouble than usual, but nonetheless will never turn back once something is done.
On the flipside Tenkai has a small insecurity due to the fact that she doesn't act, or look like the proper female. Because she doesn't mind a scar, or a scratch here and there as well as doesn't give much care to her wear she tends to be quite shy at first. That is to say, at first. After the general formalities Tenkai doesn't care what you think of her after that.
Because she is a water bender Tenkai has become a bit less empathetic, and more hot-headed to the non-benders due to the fact that all they do is complain yet do nothing to make up for their lack of bending. That is, except try to make those who can bend feel bad.
|Place of Origin|
Southern Water Tribe
|History|
Tenkai was born in the southern water tribe to a renowned family. She was born to a father who wanted nothing to do with her due to the fact that she was a girl no mater if she was able to bend. Because of this Tenkai spent most of her days being reckless with her bending as well as observing the male benders. she observed them to be able to gain some insight as to how to be able to use bending as and offense, and a defense. Despite being a girl Tenkai was able to learn from the male warriors, and use their techniques to get a better insight as to how bending worked. Even if she was getting stronger her father was still not able to acknowledge her progress at the age of 9. Why this was a problem was beyond Tenkai, but it was expected since her father was known to be merciless, and aggressive; as a general, and as a father. Unlike her father her mother was a kind, carefree, and a loving woman who gave her all the love she'd ever need in the world. Not only that, but she also knew how to fight without bending, so she was able to give Tenkai a few pointers. She was all Tenkai needed in the world to be able to become stronger, and to be able to prove to her father that even if she was a girl that she was able to do what a male could do with bending.
At the age of 10 was when her mother had died of an illness. She was to live with her father who at that point grew tired of her barbaric actions, and would subdue her to strict classes that included healing, etiquette, and basics to strengthen knowledge. She was to never use her bending in public other than when it was required to heal, and if she was to ever act out then he would do what he could to make sure she understood the true meaning of punishment. For a time this had worked yet she still held on to a part of her that wanted to know more about how to use her abilities.
One day, as she was passing his office to leave for a session she had overheard her father mention the fire nation, and how it would be difficult to take it over. That intrigued Tenkai, so she had stood outside of the door to listen in on what was going on. By the end of it she had found out that the water tribe was training more men, and woman than usual for the sole purpose of using their powers to be able to get rid of the Avatar, and expand their territory. Tenkai had a gut feeling that it wasn't peaceful, and that the chief as well as her father were using their bending powers to hurt others. Then and there Tenkai had a decision to either leave, or stay while her father would become a crucial person in the "expansion".
After she left the southern tribe Tenkai spent time traveling to be able to see exactly what the water tribe was doing that they weren't telling their own people. Along the way she would practice the bending she already knew, and look for the avatar. After all, if her own father was trying to look for the avatar then he must be the key to stop her people from becoming murderers.
|Extra|
Tenkai is a water bender, and doesn't like to hide it because she believes that no matter what kind of bender someone is they should always be proud to be able to bend. Even if she is a southern tribe member she holds no resentment towards it even if they are the ones causing the havoc around the world. She sees it as not liking your tribe doesn't mean you have to also dislike your bending.
Dinosairs |
3,991 | 93 | 14 | 70 | 496 | Somehow Yue was not surprised when Avatar Masaru wanted the guards to let the Water Tribe woman go. He wasn't sure what it was, but something about the Avatar screamed 'I'm going to make your life difficult'. But, he didn't question it, and he was confident that he could take the woman if need be. Two more Water Tribe members came out of nowhere, these ones trying to go for the Avatar. As the water whip came towards Avatar Masaru, Yue instantly threw himself between his charge and the threat. The bender that wasn't going for Avatar Masaru knocked the two guards out of the way, freeing up the Water Tribe woman on the ground.
Yue cursed himself for letting the woman get close in the first place, because now he had three benders to fight and a target to protect. Making a split second decision, he dropped the staff and unsheathed his jian. Usually he used the staff when he wanted to keep his opponents alive, and the sword when he didn't. Right now keeping the benders alive wasn't a priority. Protecting Avatar Masaru was. But before he needed to react, the Water Tribe woman attacked the two benders. Taking them out in a very impressive manner. But Yue wasn't fooled, the timing of all three of them was just too perfect. It very well could have been a strange coincidence, but it also could just as easily have been an elaborate ruse. And he wasn't taking any chances.
Praying that Avatar Masaru would be smart enough to stay back, Yue lunged forward. In an impressive display of speed, Yue got behind the Water Bending woman and placed the jian against her throat. "If you so much as twitch, I slit your throat." He said sharply, "I can assure you my reflexes are faster than your water." Yue's attention was split between the Water Bending woman and her two friends. But still, it would have been easy to end the woman's life. He may have enjoyed the battlefield and the rush of danger, it didn't mean he liked killing people. But if Avatar Masaru ordered it, he would. It would three less Water Tribe members to deal with anyway. | Yue Wudao
“We fight to live, we live to fight, and tonight you'll hear my battle cry.”
-Yue
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Yue Zhutie Wudao (His name loosely translates into, dance of the iron moon.)
|Birth Date|
October 3rd
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Yue is a small male, standing at just five foot six, and weighing only one hundred fifteen pounds. He has an athletic build, you certainly won't find any fat on this guy, but there's definitely some muscle, including a six pack that he's very proud of. The muscles in his back are also very well defined from swinging around weapons all day. He has chest length, medium brown, hair that he likes to keep tied up and out of his face, though there's some darn front pieces that are too short and keep falling out of the ponytail. His eyes are a golden brown color that can look anywhere from gold to orange depending on the lighting. Darkness makes the gold pop out, but fire brings out the orange. He has long, graceful limbs and fingers, as well as pointed facial features.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Yue has three main scars, with some other smaller ones littering his frame. The first scar is his largest, which is a neat line caused by some kind of sword on his back, going all the way from right shoulder to left hip. The second is a burn scar on his lower left leg, the last is a jagged line starting at the corner of his right eye and disappearing into his hair.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Weapons, Warm weather, the color red, books, proving himself, tea, strong women.
✘ Arrogant people, cold weather, damsels in distress, the color pink, how his eyes change color, benders who flaunt their powers, losing.
|Habits|
Flicks his tessen open and closed when bored, fiddles with his hair when nervous, tends to over train, wears his battle expression when feeling threatened.
|Fears|
☠ Failure, small or closed in spaces, the ocean, snakes.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Fighter ♦ Mature ♦ Stubborn ♦ Strong Minded ♦
Yue was forced to grow up too fast, thus he is an incredibly mature and serious individual. He likes to keep on track of things and doesn't have much time for fun. He can keep a cool head in almost any situation. He's stubborn and feisty, he won't be giving up without a fight. He's observant and sees a lot more than people give him credit for. People assume that he's all brawn and no brain, but that isn't true, he's got a good head on his shoulders and a lot common sense and world experience than most. He doesn't like to talk much, but when he does, you better listen, because its usually important. He's a good listener, but don't ask him for advice, his people skills are pretty much none existent. He's a bit of an adrenaline junkie and loves a good fight or near death situation to get his blood pumping.
Due to being so mature and serious, he can come off as cold or unfriendly, but once you get to know him, he's incredibly loyal and a good friend. Even if the world is going to hell around you, he'll have your back. He's protective and not afraid to sacrifice himself for the sake of others. He's a hint shy and gets nervous when meeting new people, especially if that person happens to be female, he doesn't get the chance to talk to people often, let alone people of the female variety. He's more likely to open up to strong people, males or females, as he absolutely hates the damsel in distress type of person, that doesn't stop him from saving them, but that has something to do with the fact that he hates them.
|Place of Origin|
Fire Nation Capital
|History|
Yue was born in the Fire Nation Capital, to a high ranking member of the army. His father was extremely disappointed when Yue was born without the ability to bend, as it was family tradition for the men of the family to serve as soldiers. Instead Yue began his training in weaponry at a very young age. He was forced to grow up quickly due to this. He was isolated, spending his days as a child training instead of interacting with other kids and playing, causing him to miss out on some very important people skills. By the time he was thirteen, Yue had already mastered seven different weapons, and could pick up about anything and use it effectively, all he was missing was battle experience. But it was at this time that he confronted his father and told the man that he didn't want to train any longer.
The man was furious, and as Yue turned to leave, picked up one of the swords they had been practicing with, and caused the scar on Yue's back. Instinct kicked in and before collapsing, Yue seriously injured his father. His mother found them fifteen minutes later, laying on the floor of the training room, bleeding out. After waiting for months for his wound to fully heal, and spending his time reading, Yue was fully healed. In that time he realized how much he actually enjoyed weaponry and fighting. After apologizing to his father, the man resumed his training.
At sixteen he joined the Fire Nation Army, the youngest in his family to do so. He spent his time bored out of his mind fighting in boring border skirmishes and the like. When the news reached that the Water Tribe was trying to conquer the world, his father gave him a new set of orders. Protect the Avatar.
|Extra|
Yue is a master of any and all things weaponry. He can pick up a weapon and wield it effectively. His favorites are the jian and a wooden staff the same height that he is. Those are the two that he carries around, along with a tessen, or bladed fan. He is physically strong from years of swinging weapons around. He is quick, fast, and agile, which are three completely different things. Quickness is how fast one strikes, fast is the speed at which one moves, and agility is ones ability to move well. These three things give him an almost dance like fighting style.
Dinosairs. |
3,992 | 93 | 15 | 1,894 | 5,788 | The two waterbenders growled at the Avatar and his company from their ice restraints. What was the other waterbender doing? Why where they helping the avatar, when Iluq's mission was to either capture the avatar, or kill them so they wouldn't have another Avatar for a while. If the Avatar were to die right now, then another would be born in their place. But that would also mean that somebody would have to have been stewing up a child in their stomach for nine months without knowledge of the Avatar's death. That also meant that the Avatar now had a count down timer, and his end was inevitable.
"What are you doing! Queen Iluq ordered kill or capture!" The male shouted from the ice. It shouldn't have been a problem. It was Ice, with was frozen water. The problem came with the fact that their hands were frozen as well, keeping them from being able to melt the ice. "I know... You're stopping us to kill the Avatar yourself! Sneaky sneaky." He smirked, his idea of what was happening forming in his head.
"Tonrar. She's a traitor to our queen's cause." The woman growled in a low tone. She was having none of her partner's speculation, and saw only was was going on in front of her.
"Tikaani, she's obviously stealing our mission to have the honor of killing the Avatar."
Masaru looked to Yue, seeing how close he was to chopping off the head of the other waterbender woman. She did cast a shield over them before, and didn't seem to want to kill them, so he was going to give her the chance to speak.
"Yue?" He asked rhetorically, making sure that was the right name for his bodyguard. "Yue, please let her go, but keep an eye on her." His eyes then turned to the waterbender herself. "Can you tell me what you're doing, as well as what they're doing?" | Character’s Name
“That quote, by that one guy. Yeah, him.”
-Masaru
T H E B A S I C S
|Masaru|
Masaru Masaru Masaru
|Birth Date|
7/7
|Age|
16 and a half
|Gender|
Male
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Masaru has quite a large scar left over from a lightning strike, running up his back and flaring around his neck.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔At least seven likes.
✘At least seven dislikes.
|Habits|
He taps his fingers against his side when he gets nervous
Pathological Truther
Follows his gut
|Fears|
☠At least three fears.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Curious ♦ Adventurous ♦ Light Hearted ♦ fun ♦ SERIOUS
Masaru is normally easygoing and relaxed, but passionate at the wrong times, and occasionally about the wrong things. His lack of direction has hindered him before in his firebending lessons, but he has been able to bring himself to focus when needed. Despite his easygoing personality, he can become competitive in the blink of an eye, which brings him into a focused and stubborn state of mind.
|Place of Origin|
Born on Ember Island, the Fire Nation.
|History|
Masaru was born to a small family on Ember Island. His mother, father, and sister all took care of him as he grew older, and he and his sister even attended the same firebending classes. He quickly became much more skilled than her, and sought to find new uses for fire. As he grew older, his sister left to become a Cryptologist and Archivist, often sending things his way.
One day, she brought home with her some spiritual artifacts, which seemed to resonate with Masaru on some level. Though on the backburner, Masaru took to learning a little more about the spirits.
It was revealed to him on his sixteenth birthday that he was the next incarnation of the Avatar, and that it was his duty to stop the growing threat that was Iluq, the assistant to his past self. Though he was the avatar, he was not a fully realized one, and needed to master the other three elements.
|Extra|
Using special rocks from his sister, Masaru can create fires of different colors. |
3,993 | 93 | 16 | 1,306 | 383 | Tenkai
Tenkai glanced back and forth from the actual avatar to the warrior-like guy behind her with a weapon centimeters from her neck. "Avatar," she murmured so as not to create any sudden movements that could possibly get her killed. She fully believed that the armor-less warrior was going to kill her if she was to make any extra movements, so she would do what she could to keep from doing so. Before she spoke she then glanced at the two water benders that were clearly attempting to kill the avatar. No matter what her intention was, many people especially the warrior, would assume she was affiliated with them in their attempt to kill the only person who could certainly save her people. Of course, she didn't know her actions would make it look as if she was working with the assassins, but because she was only a few centimeters from death one could do nothing more than question what they did.
"Avatar," Tenkai said again, but this time louder as she tried to sound sincere. "I can't tell you what they're doing because I'm not all to sure what they're doing." The water bender glanced once more at her tribe-members, and then glanced back to the avatar. "What I can tell you is that I want you to stop my people." Tenkai hesitated, but continued. "If you decide to kill me then do it, but promise me you won't let my fellow brothers and sisters stain their hands more than they already have. Please..."
Tenkai wasn't sure if her words were enough to convince the avatar that she was no threat to them, and she could admit that she was in no way ready to die right now, but if that's what this outcome would turn out to be then at least she'd have the avatar make that promise to her. | "My looks have nothing to do with my ability to become stronger."
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Tenkai Mizuo
|Birth Date|
November 13th
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Female
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Tenkai wears the traditional southern water tribe attire along with a few modifications to make the style unique, and to her liking. Her eyes are silver, and under her clothing she wears a summer attire that includes a well made vest that's under the family top that's specifically made for the Mizuo family. With the top she wears dark blue sleeves that have been made with special fabric to enforce the fabric in case she was to be in close combat with weapons. Along with the top are gray-ish brown trousers that aren't part of the actual wear along with the shoes, but because they are her favorite (and comfortable) trousers she's decided to wear them anyway. As for physical build Tenkai has quite a bit of muscle to her despite the fact that she's weak in martial arts, and stands at 5'4 with a weight of 132 lbs.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Tenkai has no scars, or tattoos, but she does have an ear piercing with her mothers earring on her right ear.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Any type of food, traveling, performers, learning, fighting, snow, romantic novels
✘Men, burnt food, being told what to do, romance-ruiners, pessimists, weapons, cabbage
|Habits|
Tenkai has the habit of clicking her tongue when she is either thinking, or has nothing to say.
She scratches her ear when she lies.
Spends money on things without thinking.
|Fears|
☠
Fire
People annihilating the water tribe.
Not being able to become stronger mentally, and physically.
Darkness.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Daring ♦ Optimistic ♦ Humorous ♦ determined ♦
Tenkai has the will to be able to venture out into new terrain to be able to experience life outside of the Water tribe. To be able to venture means one should be willing to face danger, and that is exactly what she has been able to conquer; quite easily if she did say so herself. Experiencing the world not through her peoples eyes, but through the eyes of curiosity has gotten her to be quite open-minded though she does have a small streak of stubbornness that pops in from time to time. Tenkai tends to be more silly, and like water flows through life without wondering if what she is doing is wrong. Because of this Tenkai has the problem of understanding that there are limits/boundaries that one must not cross at times which has gotten her into more trouble than usual, but nonetheless will never turn back once something is done.
On the flipside Tenkai has a small insecurity due to the fact that she doesn't act, or look like the proper female. Because she doesn't mind a scar, or a scratch here and there as well as doesn't give much care to her wear she tends to be quite shy at first. That is to say, at first. After the general formalities Tenkai doesn't care what you think of her after that.
Because she is a water bender Tenkai has become a bit less empathetic, and more hot-headed to the non-benders due to the fact that all they do is complain yet do nothing to make up for their lack of bending. That is, except try to make those who can bend feel bad.
|Place of Origin|
Southern Water Tribe
|History|
Tenkai was born in the southern water tribe to a renowned family. She was born to a father who wanted nothing to do with her due to the fact that she was a girl no mater if she was able to bend. Because of this Tenkai spent most of her days being reckless with her bending as well as observing the male benders. she observed them to be able to gain some insight as to how to be able to use bending as and offense, and a defense. Despite being a girl Tenkai was able to learn from the male warriors, and use their techniques to get a better insight as to how bending worked. Even if she was getting stronger her father was still not able to acknowledge her progress at the age of 9. Why this was a problem was beyond Tenkai, but it was expected since her father was known to be merciless, and aggressive; as a general, and as a father. Unlike her father her mother was a kind, carefree, and a loving woman who gave her all the love she'd ever need in the world. Not only that, but she also knew how to fight without bending, so she was able to give Tenkai a few pointers. She was all Tenkai needed in the world to be able to become stronger, and to be able to prove to her father that even if she was a girl that she was able to do what a male could do with bending.
At the age of 10 was when her mother had died of an illness. She was to live with her father who at that point grew tired of her barbaric actions, and would subdue her to strict classes that included healing, etiquette, and basics to strengthen knowledge. She was to never use her bending in public other than when it was required to heal, and if she was to ever act out then he would do what he could to make sure she understood the true meaning of punishment. For a time this had worked yet she still held on to a part of her that wanted to know more about how to use her abilities.
One day, as she was passing his office to leave for a session she had overheard her father mention the fire nation, and how it would be difficult to take it over. That intrigued Tenkai, so she had stood outside of the door to listen in on what was going on. By the end of it she had found out that the water tribe was training more men, and woman than usual for the sole purpose of using their powers to be able to get rid of the Avatar, and expand their territory. Tenkai had a gut feeling that it wasn't peaceful, and that the chief as well as her father were using their bending powers to hurt others. Then and there Tenkai had a decision to either leave, or stay while her father would become a crucial person in the "expansion".
After she left the southern tribe Tenkai spent time traveling to be able to see exactly what the water tribe was doing that they weren't telling their own people. Along the way she would practice the bending she already knew, and look for the avatar. After all, if her own father was trying to look for the avatar then he must be the key to stop her people from becoming murderers.
|Extra|
Tenkai is a water bender, and doesn't like to hide it because she believes that no matter what kind of bender someone is they should always be proud to be able to bend. Even if she is a southern tribe member she holds no resentment towards it even if they are the ones causing the havoc around the world. She sees it as not liking your tribe doesn't mean you have to also dislike your bending.
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3,994 | 93 | 17 | 70 | 496 | Yue's eyes narrowed as the Avatar told him to lower his blade. He didn't agree with the orders given to him at all. People tended to be more talkative when their lives were at stake. As easy as it would have been to disobey them, he wouldn't shame the Fire Nation army by ignoring a direct order from the Avatar. With a quiet, irritated, huff, the soldier lowered his jian. He took a step back, eyes still trained on the Water Bending woman and her friends. If any of them made a move against the Avatar, they would discover just how sharp his blade was.
Personally, Yue didn't believe the woman. What were the chances that three Water Benders would happen to be on Ember Island, especially during this era, and just so happened to be in the same place as the Avatar they were trying to hunt down. With his position as a soldier, and now bodyguard of the Avatar, he just couldn't allow himself to trust any of them. But at least the Water Bending woman seemed more intelligent than the other two. "Just say the word and these three will be dealt with however you please, Avatar." Yue stated calmly, looking at each of the three as he did.
The intentions of the two trapped in ice were pretty obvious. But the woman who had trapped them in the first place had yet to state her intentions clearly. She had requested that if she died her people be stopped. Which would happen no matter her fate. The fact that she was dodging around the Avatar's question of what she was doing, made Yue trust her even less. If that was possible at this point. He had admit that her being a Water Bender had something to do with his lack of trust. But in this time, he couldn't really help it. | Yue Wudao
“We fight to live, we live to fight, and tonight you'll hear my battle cry.”
-Yue
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Yue Zhutie Wudao (His name loosely translates into, dance of the iron moon.)
|Birth Date|
October 3rd
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Yue is a small male, standing at just five foot six, and weighing only one hundred fifteen pounds. He has an athletic build, you certainly won't find any fat on this guy, but there's definitely some muscle, including a six pack that he's very proud of. The muscles in his back are also very well defined from swinging around weapons all day. He has chest length, medium brown, hair that he likes to keep tied up and out of his face, though there's some darn front pieces that are too short and keep falling out of the ponytail. His eyes are a golden brown color that can look anywhere from gold to orange depending on the lighting. Darkness makes the gold pop out, but fire brings out the orange. He has long, graceful limbs and fingers, as well as pointed facial features.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Yue has three main scars, with some other smaller ones littering his frame. The first scar is his largest, which is a neat line caused by some kind of sword on his back, going all the way from right shoulder to left hip. The second is a burn scar on his lower left leg, the last is a jagged line starting at the corner of his right eye and disappearing into his hair.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Weapons, Warm weather, the color red, books, proving himself, tea, strong women.
✘ Arrogant people, cold weather, damsels in distress, the color pink, how his eyes change color, benders who flaunt their powers, losing.
|Habits|
Flicks his tessen open and closed when bored, fiddles with his hair when nervous, tends to over train, wears his battle expression when feeling threatened.
|Fears|
☠ Failure, small or closed in spaces, the ocean, snakes.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Fighter ♦ Mature ♦ Stubborn ♦ Strong Minded ♦
Yue was forced to grow up too fast, thus he is an incredibly mature and serious individual. He likes to keep on track of things and doesn't have much time for fun. He can keep a cool head in almost any situation. He's stubborn and feisty, he won't be giving up without a fight. He's observant and sees a lot more than people give him credit for. People assume that he's all brawn and no brain, but that isn't true, he's got a good head on his shoulders and a lot common sense and world experience than most. He doesn't like to talk much, but when he does, you better listen, because its usually important. He's a good listener, but don't ask him for advice, his people skills are pretty much none existent. He's a bit of an adrenaline junkie and loves a good fight or near death situation to get his blood pumping.
Due to being so mature and serious, he can come off as cold or unfriendly, but once you get to know him, he's incredibly loyal and a good friend. Even if the world is going to hell around you, he'll have your back. He's protective and not afraid to sacrifice himself for the sake of others. He's a hint shy and gets nervous when meeting new people, especially if that person happens to be female, he doesn't get the chance to talk to people often, let alone people of the female variety. He's more likely to open up to strong people, males or females, as he absolutely hates the damsel in distress type of person, that doesn't stop him from saving them, but that has something to do with the fact that he hates them.
|Place of Origin|
Fire Nation Capital
|History|
Yue was born in the Fire Nation Capital, to a high ranking member of the army. His father was extremely disappointed when Yue was born without the ability to bend, as it was family tradition for the men of the family to serve as soldiers. Instead Yue began his training in weaponry at a very young age. He was forced to grow up quickly due to this. He was isolated, spending his days as a child training instead of interacting with other kids and playing, causing him to miss out on some very important people skills. By the time he was thirteen, Yue had already mastered seven different weapons, and could pick up about anything and use it effectively, all he was missing was battle experience. But it was at this time that he confronted his father and told the man that he didn't want to train any longer.
The man was furious, and as Yue turned to leave, picked up one of the swords they had been practicing with, and caused the scar on Yue's back. Instinct kicked in and before collapsing, Yue seriously injured his father. His mother found them fifteen minutes later, laying on the floor of the training room, bleeding out. After waiting for months for his wound to fully heal, and spending his time reading, Yue was fully healed. In that time he realized how much he actually enjoyed weaponry and fighting. After apologizing to his father, the man resumed his training.
At sixteen he joined the Fire Nation Army, the youngest in his family to do so. He spent his time bored out of his mind fighting in boring border skirmishes and the like. When the news reached that the Water Tribe was trying to conquer the world, his father gave him a new set of orders. Protect the Avatar.
|Extra|
Yue is a master of any and all things weaponry. He can pick up a weapon and wield it effectively. His favorites are the jian and a wooden staff the same height that he is. Those are the two that he carries around, along with a tessen, or bladed fan. He is physically strong from years of swinging weapons around. He is quick, fast, and agile, which are three completely different things. Quickness is how fast one strikes, fast is the speed at which one moves, and agility is ones ability to move well. These three things give him an almost dance like fighting style.
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3,995 | 93 | 18 | 1,894 | 5,788 | Masaru dragged his fist across a small crystal on his belt, igniting a small spark and pulling it away from the belt and growing it into a full flame. It was of an intense green color in his hand, reflecting on his clothes in a green hue. He looked to the waterbender that Yue had just released, shifting the fire ever so carefully to move closer to her. He said nothing to her. A plan was forming in his head, and he hoped that it would sound as cool in real life as it did in his head.
"Okay." He said to her calmly, the flame still being played around with in his hands. "I want you to free those waterbenders and launch them into the ocean when I give you the command. Killing them would make us just as bad as them, so I have a message that I need sent to their leader."
He spun around on his heel, looking at the two as they struggled to move. "Okay you two." He spoke once more. "I have a message for Iluq, and you two are going to deliver."
Tikaani and Tonrar glared daggers at the Avatar. He must not have known what Iluq was really capable of, otherwise, he would have just stated his message aloud. In one of the few times that Tonrar was actually right about something, he seemed to be doing it for dramatic effect, though he did not actually know of Iluq's power either.
"I want Iluq to know that the Avatar is beginning his training, and nothing is going to stop him from learning the elements and taking her down!"
He shouted triumphantly before looking back at the other waterbender. "Now!" He called out. "Yue, keep an eye out for them. They could just stay in hiding and not actually give the message." | Character’s Name
“That quote, by that one guy. Yeah, him.”
-Masaru
T H E B A S I C S
|Masaru|
Masaru Masaru Masaru
|Birth Date|
7/7
|Age|
16 and a half
|Gender|
Male
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Masaru has quite a large scar left over from a lightning strike, running up his back and flaring around his neck.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔At least seven likes.
✘At least seven dislikes.
|Habits|
He taps his fingers against his side when he gets nervous
Pathological Truther
Follows his gut
|Fears|
☠At least three fears.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Curious ♦ Adventurous ♦ Light Hearted ♦ fun ♦ SERIOUS
Masaru is normally easygoing and relaxed, but passionate at the wrong times, and occasionally about the wrong things. His lack of direction has hindered him before in his firebending lessons, but he has been able to bring himself to focus when needed. Despite his easygoing personality, he can become competitive in the blink of an eye, which brings him into a focused and stubborn state of mind.
|Place of Origin|
Born on Ember Island, the Fire Nation.
|History|
Masaru was born to a small family on Ember Island. His mother, father, and sister all took care of him as he grew older, and he and his sister even attended the same firebending classes. He quickly became much more skilled than her, and sought to find new uses for fire. As he grew older, his sister left to become a Cryptologist and Archivist, often sending things his way.
One day, she brought home with her some spiritual artifacts, which seemed to resonate with Masaru on some level. Though on the backburner, Masaru took to learning a little more about the spirits.
It was revealed to him on his sixteenth birthday that he was the next incarnation of the Avatar, and that it was his duty to stop the growing threat that was Iluq, the assistant to his past self. Though he was the avatar, he was not a fully realized one, and needed to master the other three elements.
|Extra|
Using special rocks from his sister, Masaru can create fires of different colors. |
3,996 | 93 | 19 | 1,306 | 383 | Tenkai
Without thinking twice Tenkai had begun to pull the water from a few of the vases that hadn't been broken from her anger as well as melt the ice that surrounded the enemies body. If this was the way to prove to him that she was no threat no matter if she were a waterbender then she'd do it. Tenkai was simply glad to not be given the order to kill her fellow tribsman which, once she was close to death, she'd assume she'd be forced to do as a way to prove that she was not trying to assassinate the Avatar. It took no more than a few seconds to be able to collect enough water that would be able to launch those two into the ocean. As the ice also began to melt from the enemies bodies Tenkai made sure to not melt the ice that stil bound their hands, and legs. It was quite hard to keep some of the ice from melting, and Tenkai began to sweat at the fact that she was reaching her limit of waterbending skill. If I fail what w-
"Get it together Tenkia, get it together." she murmured to herself to refrain from self-doubting. After all, the water would become much weaker if she continued to doubt her ability, and she had no plans to die at the hands of a Fire Nation soldier today.
While the Avatar spoke Tenkai tried to keep her attention on waterbending what with there being a live flame nearby. Up until then she had never seen a real flame, and at that one that looked green in color. Not only that, but she was worried about being close to it since she'd heard many kinds of terrifying stories about it. Of course, some of them were myths, but not many people including herself would think the stories over to see what was fact, and what was myth.
At the demand of the Avatar Tenkai made one more move before suddenly pushing her hands forward as she finished the last part of the bending move. Once she did the water she had collected dipped under the two waterbending enemies, and as Tenkai stepped to the left with one hand moving up the water picked them up from the ground. Right after that the waterbender moved both of her hands to circle her head, and then push forward once again. With that motion the water along with the two enemies had practically flown through the air, and landed in the ocean like the Avatar had ordered her to do.
After all of that Tenkai stood straight up to wipe the sweat off of her face, and then looked to the Avatar. "So?" | "My looks have nothing to do with my ability to become stronger."
T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Tenkai Mizuo
|Birth Date|
November 13th
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Female
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Tenkai wears the traditional southern water tribe attire along with a few modifications to make the style unique, and to her liking. Her eyes are silver, and under her clothing she wears a summer attire that includes a well made vest that's under the family top that's specifically made for the Mizuo family. With the top she wears dark blue sleeves that have been made with special fabric to enforce the fabric in case she was to be in close combat with weapons. Along with the top are gray-ish brown trousers that aren't part of the actual wear along with the shoes, but because they are her favorite (and comfortable) trousers she's decided to wear them anyway. As for physical build Tenkai has quite a bit of muscle to her despite the fact that she's weak in martial arts, and stands at 5'4 with a weight of 132 lbs.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Tenkai has no scars, or tattoos, but she does have an ear piercing with her mothers earring on her right ear.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Any type of food, traveling, performers, learning, fighting, snow, romantic novels
✘Men, burnt food, being told what to do, romance-ruiners, pessimists, weapons, cabbage
|Habits|
Tenkai has the habit of clicking her tongue when she is either thinking, or has nothing to say.
She scratches her ear when she lies.
Spends money on things without thinking.
|Fears|
☠
Fire
People annihilating the water tribe.
Not being able to become stronger mentally, and physically.
Darkness.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Daring ♦ Optimistic ♦ Humorous ♦ determined ♦
Tenkai has the will to be able to venture out into new terrain to be able to experience life outside of the Water tribe. To be able to venture means one should be willing to face danger, and that is exactly what she has been able to conquer; quite easily if she did say so herself. Experiencing the world not through her peoples eyes, but through the eyes of curiosity has gotten her to be quite open-minded though she does have a small streak of stubbornness that pops in from time to time. Tenkai tends to be more silly, and like water flows through life without wondering if what she is doing is wrong. Because of this Tenkai has the problem of understanding that there are limits/boundaries that one must not cross at times which has gotten her into more trouble than usual, but nonetheless will never turn back once something is done.
On the flipside Tenkai has a small insecurity due to the fact that she doesn't act, or look like the proper female. Because she doesn't mind a scar, or a scratch here and there as well as doesn't give much care to her wear she tends to be quite shy at first. That is to say, at first. After the general formalities Tenkai doesn't care what you think of her after that.
Because she is a water bender Tenkai has become a bit less empathetic, and more hot-headed to the non-benders due to the fact that all they do is complain yet do nothing to make up for their lack of bending. That is, except try to make those who can bend feel bad.
|Place of Origin|
Southern Water Tribe
|History|
Tenkai was born in the southern water tribe to a renowned family. She was born to a father who wanted nothing to do with her due to the fact that she was a girl no mater if she was able to bend. Because of this Tenkai spent most of her days being reckless with her bending as well as observing the male benders. she observed them to be able to gain some insight as to how to be able to use bending as and offense, and a defense. Despite being a girl Tenkai was able to learn from the male warriors, and use their techniques to get a better insight as to how bending worked. Even if she was getting stronger her father was still not able to acknowledge her progress at the age of 9. Why this was a problem was beyond Tenkai, but it was expected since her father was known to be merciless, and aggressive; as a general, and as a father. Unlike her father her mother was a kind, carefree, and a loving woman who gave her all the love she'd ever need in the world. Not only that, but she also knew how to fight without bending, so she was able to give Tenkai a few pointers. She was all Tenkai needed in the world to be able to become stronger, and to be able to prove to her father that even if she was a girl that she was able to do what a male could do with bending.
At the age of 10 was when her mother had died of an illness. She was to live with her father who at that point grew tired of her barbaric actions, and would subdue her to strict classes that included healing, etiquette, and basics to strengthen knowledge. She was to never use her bending in public other than when it was required to heal, and if she was to ever act out then he would do what he could to make sure she understood the true meaning of punishment. For a time this had worked yet she still held on to a part of her that wanted to know more about how to use her abilities.
One day, as she was passing his office to leave for a session she had overheard her father mention the fire nation, and how it would be difficult to take it over. That intrigued Tenkai, so she had stood outside of the door to listen in on what was going on. By the end of it she had found out that the water tribe was training more men, and woman than usual for the sole purpose of using their powers to be able to get rid of the Avatar, and expand their territory. Tenkai had a gut feeling that it wasn't peaceful, and that the chief as well as her father were using their bending powers to hurt others. Then and there Tenkai had a decision to either leave, or stay while her father would become a crucial person in the "expansion".
After she left the southern tribe Tenkai spent time traveling to be able to see exactly what the water tribe was doing that they weren't telling their own people. Along the way she would practice the bending she already knew, and look for the avatar. After all, if her own father was trying to look for the avatar then he must be the key to stop her people from becoming murderers.
|Extra|
Tenkai is a water bender, and doesn't like to hide it because she believes that no matter what kind of bender someone is they should always be proud to be able to bend. Even if she is a southern tribe member she holds no resentment towards it even if they are the ones causing the havoc around the world. She sees it as not liking your tribe doesn't mean you have to also dislike your bending.
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3,997 | 94 | 0 | 754 | 422 | The doors slammed shut on the police car as once more the mischievous Sapphire was caught stealing jewels from Coast City bank. The brown haired vixen wasn't sure who tipped the police off this time but her hands were up as soon as she saw the dozens of squad cars lined back to back, guns all aiming at her. It was a drag, all that adrenaline pumping for it to be displaced with sinking failure. She sighed in remembrance.
Back down to earth and with a quick smirk and flash of her hazel eyes, she tried to use her powers to aid in her escape. Unfortunately this attempt was in vain. The guard watching her laughed. "That there neck-brace has a promethium core. Unbreakable and it absorbs your powers. Isn't technology a hoot?" The grip on his gun tightened as she clenched her fists. "Ready to join my girls at the Coast City Super Powered Prison?" There was no denying it now, she was probably screwed...
Waking up the next morning in her plain gray jail cell, Sapphire was startled as a male guard yelled out, Wake up! Time for breakfast girls!" Again that low nasty chuckle, as if he had some sort of inside joke the rest of them weren't in on. It really pissed her off and as she tried to stretch out her hands, she realized the dark truth for the second time. She was powerless. Pitiful and powerless. She grimaced as she looked down at her orange jumpsuit. Terrible and just plain tacky. Sauntering, Sapphire exited the iron bars and joined the lines for food. It literally looked like muck thrown on a tray.
"Is this the type of crap you serve?"She muttered under her breath. "What did you say?"came from one of her prison mates in charge of the kitchen. She was big, burly and mannish. "Oh nothing at all, darling. Just admiring the color..."Her tone dropped drastically.
"You want a piece of me?" Yelled man-girl, taking off her hairnet and hopping across the counter. Sapphire knew she stood no chance against that towering mass without her powers... but that mouth of hers was something else.
"Bring it on, Agatha. You seem like an Agatha. Manly name for such an ugly woman." She chuckled and ducked as the lady took a swing. The prison guards did nothing to help and in fact seemed to look right through them, much to Sapphire's disdain. She ducked from the first few clumsy punches thrown. Finally one connected with her stomach after she was cornered. She fell on her knees, coughing and gasping for air as she looked up and saw the lummox smiling, fist slowly raising.
Sapphire closed her eyes, wincing. Things had gone from terrible to worse. | Name - Crystal Parks
Alias - Sapphire
Age - 22
Personality - Cunning, Venomous, Hot-headed.
Powers - Energy Blasts, Flight, Forcefields
Weaknesses - Standard Human Weaknesses
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Born to Carol Ferris, and Joe Parks, Crystal had a happy childhood but would always be what was considered a daddy's girl. Her father would do his best to spoil the two of them. His love for both Carol and Crystal pushed him to do whatever it took to keep the family together, especially on days where her mother seemed to smile through a quiet sadness. When Hal Jordan came back, Crystal saw it as her mother being quick to drop everyone and everything to go off and be a superhero again with him. Indeed it was partly true as her parents got divorced shortly after leaving Joe brokenhearted and her mother absent from her life (more because Crystal refused her to allow her to be a part of it). Crystal's anger and deep seated hatred for Hal Jordan causes her to lash out and become the villainess coined Sapphire. |
3,998 | 94 | 1 | 652 | 592 | Adamina Dancer, aka Clash, had been a resident of the Coast City Super Powered Prison for just over two months. Four city blocks in downtown Coast City had been heavily damaged in her battle against Supergirl. Windows were shattered, walls crumbled and automobiles were totaled during the battle between the 'Girl of Tomorrow' and the 'Daughter of War'. Adamina did not lose the fight because Supergirl overpowered her. On the contrary, Adamina believed herself to be the stronger of the two young women. Of course, there was the possibility that the do-gooder was pulling her punches. As the fight had wore on Adamina grew angrier and more focused on defeating her adversary. So much so that she became less aware of her surroundings, particularly missing the technician from the prison who just happened to be in the area with a few of those inhibitor collars that negated the superhuman abilities of their wearers. Long story short, the hero used a bit of trickery in the end and was able to end the battle by placing a collar around Adamina's neck.
During the past year Adamina had built quite a reputation for herself as someone not to be taken lightly not only in Coast City but all up and down the west coast. Not only was she super strong with the ability to move and fly at supersonic speed, Adamina had also spent seven years training under her father, Ares. Normal law enforcement were powerless against her. Until she ran into Supergirl, the few superheroes she had encountered fell at her feet. Within the past two months she had quickly made a reputation for herself in the prison as well. Yes, the collar inhibited her powers, but it could not negate her training.
As she filed into the cafeteria the commotion made it obvious what was going on inside. A fight!
Never one to pass up a chance to test herself against another Adamina pushed through the gathered onlookers. She recognized the big burly inmate as one who often worked behind the counter cooking and serving the slop that passed for food. Adamina wasn't a fan of the prison food. She wasn't much of a fan of this beefy server either. She arrived just in time to see the large lady punch her fresh faced opponent in the gut. The light-skinned girl fell to her knees gagging for air.
Boldly Adamina stepped forward, and more than one inmate gave the demi-goddess her space. Brushing her long strawberry bangs from her face revealed the smirk upon her lips as she came to stand directly behind the large lady. As the overgrown female raised her arm and balled her meaty hand into a fist Adamina spoke up. "It's become quite evident she is no match for you, and that this contest has come an unsatisfactory end, at least for your audience," she said calmly though Adamina's amusement was wholly obvious in her voice. "Perhaps you would like to try venting your aggression on someone who could give you a more worthy challenge." With her hands upon her hips she awaited the serving lady's response. Adamina had a reputation as a warrior. Would the brawny woman dare attack her? | ... |
3,999 | 94 | 2 | 2,323 | 262 | Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed, 'neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me...
Hayley flashed a dirty look at her companion, April — who as of current was trying to deepen her voice to sound like a certain country singer. "Cut that nonsense out, you're creeping me out," she demanded as the two walked towards the cafeteria. April responded with this 'I-might-be-mentally-unstable' sort of grin that made Hayley shiver. The two heard a commotion that was going on in the cafeteria; what they saw was a hulking humanoid of a female was towering over some other smaller girl. "We should do something." Hayley asserted. April almost laughed in reply, "Can't really do much with this collar on me," she tugged at the mechanism around her neck that made her powers useless. Somehow Hayley had forgotten that the two were powerless with those collars on. She glanced back at April, who was a few steps behind her, taking in her petite 5'2 size. Hayley was no she-hulk herself, so there wasn't much they could do...
A Week Earlier
The jewelry store's alarms went off and the boys in blue arrived in record-breaking time. "Are you serious?!" Hayley yelled at April, who was stuffing fistfuls of diamond jewelry into her jean shorts' pockets as they spoke. "I thought you disabled the alarms!" she scolded her. "I did!" April yelled back, still greedily shoving clumps of necklaces and bracelets into her pockets, ignoring the cops that were about to arrest them. Hayley could see silhouettes of officers running towards the store door.
Hayley sighed and just accepted failure as April continued to be an idiot before the iconic "Freeze!" was shouted from one of the pistol-touting cops. They both raised their hands, and a customized collar made of a special non-metallic alloy was placed around Hayley's neck and a standard issue was given to her partner. These collars prevented them from using their powers to escape. The cops went through the routine and read their rights. Afterwards they were placed in an armored truck which was headed to Coast City Super Powered prison — Hayley's second time, April's eleventh.
Now
Hayley wore a scowl on her face as the two trudged over to where a fight was beginning to brew up. She wasn't even excited for it, right now she still hadn't gotten over the fact that April had basically single-handedly landed them both here. She was depressed and angry, her recent arrest made her seem like an unprofessional and a joke.
"Ooh, lookie cookie!" April stood on her tippy toes and saw that someone had stepped up and gotten in the way of the bully. Despite the hero of the situation being smaller in size, the two girls could tell by the way that everyone looked at her and her aura of confidence that she was by no means an underdog. April broke into a weird gallop to arrive there in time to catch the action as Hayley sighed and followed behind. | Name – Hayley Page
Alias - Titanium
Age - 24
Personality – Hayley is a show-off. Really it's all just to prove "girl power" — most of the time. Hayley is a feminist usually with her actions and not her words. She loves the attention of crowds and is a completely different person when the cameras are on and the media is present.
Besides being over-obsessed with what her public image is, she's really a pretty cool gal to talk to in person and is compassionate, despite how self-centered she may appear some times.
Powers – ELECTROMAGNETIC MANIPULATION: The ability to generate and control magnetic fields, create and shape electromagnetism, metal manipulation, magnetic levitation, control over magnetic weaponry, telekinesis over metallic/magnetic objects, etc. Except these powers aren't on a ludicrous scale like Magneto's, they're significantly less powerful but still get the job done.
Summary if reader didn't understand all those things about electricity and magnetism: Hayley can do cool things with metal stuff. And it also works for opening vaults. *evil smile*
Skills - Hayley possesses an unbelievable amount of willpower and confidence. The chances of her giving up aren't likely. Her father was a CIA operative and her mother was a member of the United Kingdom Special Forces, and they taught her some fighting techniques so she isn't second rate when it comes to close combat. She's also a decent marksman, especially with a handgun.
Weaknesses – Her magnetic powers drain plenty of her energy and when she tries to lift heavy objects with her magnetic telekinesis she burns lots of energy. Extensive use of her powers without rest could lead to unconsciousness.
Appearance -
Titanium doesn't have a costume, but she always wears this pin that her mother gave to her right before she left London.
BRIEF Bio - Hayley was born in London in 1998. She was raised by old-school, tough loving parents. Her dad was from the USA while her mom was born and raised in England. Also, both her mother and father served in their respective country's intelligence agencies, so her childhood television was military documentaries instead of Teletubbies. They were also quite wealthy, and this wealth bred an air of this fake British-American superiority that she carried around with her, thinking she was better than everyone. She received a terrific education at some of the finest schools in England and made good friends.
She lived a relatively happy albeit disciplined life until she sailed for the United States with her father after her parents divorced when she was in her mid-teens. It was around her twentieth birthday when she discovered her powers, and she never had any sort of spontaneous bursts with her abilities or problems controlling them. She handled them with expertise and never did an accident occur. Unfortunately, her father was not fond of her powers when Hayley revealed them to him. He didn't want to be affiliated with his "freak" of a daughter so their connection was severed.
Hayley has lived on her own since, and has tried to avoid using her powers because despite her love for attention she fears she will be rejected. |
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