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50,102	1,347	100	1,046	4,333	The young man smiled with eyes still closed as he felt a soft tap on his shoulder and then Mantam's sweet voice warning him about Cynthia. He knew very well but now that someone had told him he'd have to act on it. He couldn't blame Mantam though. The way she'd said it so sweetly had softened him. Then again, he was already pretty soft to begin with. Slowly, he opened his eyes and smiled at Mantam, giving her a small wink before rising. "What's this about Cynthia going full commando? Wouldn't that feel awkward?" The Ki Brawler joked, hoping it was going too far, but knowing that Cynthia was used to the teasing by now. He was chuckling at himself when it started, when everything started. He'd heard the news a few moments ago but hadn't really believed it. Now, he didn't have a choice. --- A few moments ago... while everyone was outside. "Breaking News!! There are a few players who currently cannot access their logout buttons! Please, tell us everything." The news anchor asks, turning to the small girl next to her. Surprisingly, she was rather calm about it. "Well... I mean... When I pull up my menu, the log out option isn't there. My entire group can't log out right now. We don't know what to do." She told them, her voice sounding a bit desperate. "There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. If you can't find your log out button, please send a message to us here at PNN. That's Paradise News Network!" The young man told the screen before turning and logging off himself. --- Now "Hello fellow adventurers, pilots, mages, etc etc. I think it's due time that I explain your situation to you. I have a little proposition for all of you." He begins, his face masked in blackness. A man had appeared on Prince's screen, blocking out everything except for the man's face. The most odd thing about it was the fact that he was not a part of the game. In fact, he looked very real, a man sitting in his office with papers surrounding him, most of them filled with calculations. If one were to look closely enough, they'd see a small picture frame with the man and two little girls standing at his side. The man was the only thing in the screen that was completely blanked out. "If you can discover the secrets I have placed through the game, then I will give you all of my vast riches and you shall live like a king!" He began, holding up his arms in a flashy manner. "However, there is a high price to pay for failing. Die in the game, and you'll find you won't be waking up any time soon. If your family members decide to try and remove you from your game device, you will die. If you attempt to leave the game in anyway, via hacks or other means, you will die." He continued, turning his head slightly as if looking at something in the distance. "I won't be handing out any clues so... This is all I offer you. Good Luck." He finished, the screen blipping out as the characters returned to the reality of the situation. In each of their inboxes is a small book icon labeled, "Book of Life" The man hadn't even introduced himself... Prince blinked for a moment, not really able to fully grasp the situation. With a quick motion, he pulled up the game's menu and sure enough the log out option was missing. He pushed the menu away and looked around the room to gauge everyone else's reactions to the news.	~Real Name~ Logan West ~Username~ Prince267 ~Title~ "The White Knight" ~Real Age/In-Game Age~ 18/18 ~Real Gender/In-Game Gender~ Male/Male ~Race~ Human ~Class~ Ki Brawler ~Level~ Level: 4 ~Stat Build~ STR = 4 FOC= 2 AGI = 6 ~Skills~ ~Repair (Staff and Small Machine) ~Weapon (Staff) ~Fighting ~Cooking (Simple Dishes) ~Equipment~ ~Weapon (Staff Level 3) ~Frying Pan (Used for cooking, and hitting idiots over the head.) ~Simple Traveler's Clothes ~Silver Chain ~Small Ear Ring ~Equipment Slots~ Ear - Small Ear Ring (Slightly improves Agility) Neck - Thin Silver Chain (Gives a small amount of protection against magic projectiles.) Chest - Worn Shirt (Dyed Black) Right Hand - Staff (Two handed) Legs - Worn Pants (Gray) Spare Weapon #1 - Frying Pan ~Personality~ Logan is a rather quiet boy who tends to keep to himself. He finds it hard to be himself around people, the fear of rejection out weighing his desire to be loved. Living by himself didn't help matters either. It just led to a lot of misconceptions about him and his past. Rumors flew through the air around him. That he'd killed his own parents and that he joined the mafia. Because of his rough appearance a lot of people believed it. After all, how could a guy who looked so angry all the time be anything but bad news? In Paradise, however, Logan had no fears. Under the pretense of "Prince", he held no fear of being himself. A fun loving and warm individual. Prince can talk just a bit too much but he always means well. He's also a bit of a free spirit, doing whatever he wants when he wants. If it is something he'd rather not do, he won't. ~Background~ Logan, despite what people think, has a family that is relatively well off. When they deicded to move, he didn't want anything to change and so he stayed in their old home by himself while his parents moved to another part of the country. Not wanting to face the fear of rejection again, he decided to stay and simply play the part they'd wanted to give him. When he found out about Paradise, he asked his parents and they had the game shipped to his home. Since then, he hasn't gone out much besides going to school every now and then and soon even that ended as he spent all of his time in the game with his new friends. Because of the mask Logan could wear, he felt safe to be himself and made a few friends with whom he spent a good deal of his time. Paradise was truly a paradise for him. ~Other~ Still WIPsy since I still need Chuks approval for something. :P ☹ ("Enemies") ☺ ("Friends") ✧ ("BFFs") ♪ ("Neutral") ♡ ("Could Be Something More ~") Characters: \|☹\| Prince - "..." \|✧\| Cynthia - "She's pretty awesome! She's definitely a lot more dedicated than I am, which I guess is a good thing. I have to give her props because I don't think I could ever work as hard as she does. Also... she's kind of pretty. >////> \|✧\| Marinette - "Despite always listening to music, Marinette can be pretty cool. She's pretty good at what she does even if she does like to flaunt it a bit too much. Then again, I can't say anything. I'm much weaker than her." \|✧\| cattypea - "She'd be cute if she didn't intimidate me so much. Then again, most females do that to me. But her fur is pretty cool... I kind of want to pet her but fear that I might lose my hand in doing so and it might not necessarily be Cat to take it..." \|✧\| Mantam - "Pretty... and kind. I quite like this girl." \|✧\| Hazard - "Despite being cocky, Hazard always has my back. I feel that he might be my best friend in the game and my best ally. Even when my back is turned, he never lets me down. I don't know what I'd do without the loser." \|✧\| Grey - "Despite rubbing people the wrong way, Grey is a great friend and an even better cyborg. Well, at least that's what I think. Though... he could lay off the sour berries. He needs to lighten up some times, take some siestas. Maybe I might invite him to one of mine one day." \|♪\| Raijin - "He needs a chill pill. Plox." \|♪\| Deathedge - "Also needs a chill pill..." \|✧\| CherryLover - "The little sister I never had. She cute and adorable like a.. small puppy with... a rather mean bite." How long has your character been playing the game? ~ Since it's release. How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) ~A few weeks old. (Prince is Logan's 2nd attempt at making Prince. He gave up the first time but now he's seems to be sticking with it. Mostly.) How long have they been a part of the group? ~Since it's creation a few weeks ago. He met Cynthia at level 1 and they began to find themselves bumping into one another frequently and decided to simply make a group with the cave they'd stumbled upon. Weeks later, he and Cynthia had managed to fill all of the spots in the party. Who invited them to the group? ~He and Cynthia created it. Who, from the group, did they meet first? ~Cynthia Real Name: Caroline Night Username: Cynthia Black Title: "Fatal Edge" Age: 17 (Ingame 18) Gender: Female Race: Fae (Green Dragonfly wings) Class: Blademaster Level: 5 Stat Build: STR 5 AGI 9 FOC 1 Skills: Swords (Katana, Longsword, Greatsword) Exotic Weapons (Chain Knife, Grappling Hook, Throwing Knife) Cooking Equipment: Chest Armor (Coat, Level 3) Wrist Equipment (Gloves, Vanity) Ear Equipment (Cross Earings, Vanity) Neck Equipment (Cape, Air Resistance) Sword (Katana, level 4) Sword (Longsword, Named , level 5, Fire Attribute) Sword (Greatsword, level 3) Exotic Weapon (Chain Knife, Level 2) Exotic Weapon (Grappling Hook, Level 3) Bio:: Caroline is fed up with the real world, after her sister vanished. She escaped into Paradise and threw herself into it, training constantly to escape the gnawing guilt that she might have been the reason for her sister running away. She detests nothing more than injustice, and will always stand up for what she thinks is right, no matter who is pitted against her. Other: I'll try to make his look prettier when I'm feeling less lazy. Lol.
50,103	1,347	101	641	893	Mantam smiled at Prince's jape. "If only." She said sarcastically to the thought of Cynthia naked. Mantam found the joking to end rather quickly as her vision was consumed by an unfamiliar face. Her first thought was that she had been hacked. Due to the uniqueness of Paradise hacking could have some pretty disastrous effects, and although the security was supposed to be very tight, people always found a way. However, she quickly found out to her horror that this wasn't the case. The man spoke of tantalizing riches, but the words hardly registered in her mind. What did register was "However, there is a high price to pay for failing. Die in the game, and you'll find you won't be waking up any time soon. If your family members decide to try and remove you from your game device, you will die. If you attempt to leave the game in anyway, via hacks or other means, you will die." Mantam's face quickly turned to shock. "This is some kind of practical joke, right?" She said, with a forced laugh tailing her sentence. She quickly tore open the menu, and moved for the logout button to find that there was no such thing. Her head began to swim, This can't be real, there's no way this is actually happening. But she could feel it. The way that man spoke, he was telling the truth. No ordinary hack would have the ability to project a message like that, let alone remove the logout button. I could... die? I can't leave? I don't want to die... I don't want any of this. "There's no way this is..." She felt the words caught in her throat. She couldn't handle this. This was no joke. No game company would make a joke like this, there would be too much backlash. This was real. She knew it. And she couldn't handle it. She closed her eyes, and when they opened again she found herself advancing rapidly towards the ground. Mantam passed out.	It was surprisingly hard to write a CS for a character that's just a normal person. Hope it looks alright. Real Name Hazel Hosner Username Mantam Title The Red Wolf Age 19 Gender Female, both in game and in real life. Race Human Class Mirage Shifter Level 5 Stat Build 10 FOC 5 AGI 0 Strength Skills Magic, including but not limited to shape-shifting Forms: Hazel's preferred form is her titular Red Wolf. She is also able to take the form of a Wasnork, Floatezal, and a Paquee. Artificer, able to create weapons that magic can be channeled through Hazel has invested a surprising amount of time into in-game cooking, and is very proficient at it Equipment Ear- Enchanted Ear Rings (Small FOC increase) Neck- Golden Necklace (Small Magic Resist) Chest- Magician's Shirt (Increase to Mana Pool) Right Hand- Wand Left Hand- Magic Foci Waist- Magician's Sash (Small boost to Physical resistance, increase to Mana Pool) Legs- Drab Pants Feet- Fancy Shoes Personality Hazel is a young and cheerful girl. She is outgoing, and goes out of her way to make her more reserved friends feel comfortable. Unlike many 'MMO Addicts' she has no wish to escape the real world, and has no wish to stay trapped in Paradise. In conversation Hazel is a nice, polite, and fun person. Hazel is innocent, and often willing to help others to a fault. She doesn't have much experience with the 'bad' side of the world and can be a bit gullible. Above all, Hazel is a loyal friend, and is unwilling to turn her back back on those she is close to, online or otherwise. Background Hazel is an altogether normal post high school girl. She comes from a rich family, and grew up without want. Despite this, she luckily managed to not become a spoiled brat. She was always the 'popular' girl at school, but was smart enough to keep her head out of trouble that her friends got into. After she passed high school, she put off college, much to the dismay of her parents, in favor of spending a year relaxing. However she quickly found that with most of her friends leaving for college life was boring. Then Paradise came out. Hazel was, surprisingly to most, an avid MMO player. Although most hardcore players would consider her a 'casual', she enjoys playing them greatly, and has made a small group of friends playing MMOs. Intrigued by Paradise's revolutionary gameplay, she convinced her parents to buy the game for her, despite the fact that they frowned upon her gaming 'addiction'. When Miles Standish announced to her and her friends that they were trapped in the game, she made the decision to become a 'hardcore' MMO player so her and her friends can escape Paradise. Characters: ☺ Prince- "Prince is a nice guy, and he has an odd tendency to bring people together. He's a good friend." ☺ Cynthia- "Cynthia seems to harbor some kind of guilt she doesn't let on about, but she's a nice person, and one of my friends." ☺ Marinette- "Marinette's avatar is really creepy looking. Besides that, nice person, good friend." ☺ cattypea- "I like Catty. Catty is one of my friends." ♡ Mantam- "Me. I love me." ☺ Hazard- "Hazard is a kind person, and one of my friends." ☺ Grey- "He's a bit mysterious, but I like him. He's one of my friends." ☺ Raijin- "He's quiet, and can get a bit brutal in fights, but he's a friend of mine. Also, Void is sooooooooo cute." ☺ Deathedge- "He can be a bit... hard to like at times, but I'm convinced that I can make him come out of his shell." ☺ CherryLover- "Cherry is a good person. Truly one of my main girls." How long has your character been playing the game? Mantam got the game on release How long has this particular "character" been in the game? Mantam only recently made this character, choosing to adopt it when the rest of her friends began playing. How long have they been a part of the group? Mantam has been with the group since almost the start. Who invited them to the group? Prince Who, from the group, did they meet first? Mantam happened to stumble upon the Cave post-occupation by Prince and Cynthia, and somehow managed to find herself with a new group of friends.
50,104	1,347	102	377	26,014	Cat was very interested in Raijin's relationship with the new girl, Cherry. It was clear that they knew each other. Just here, or in real life? She wondered what that was like, knowing someone in real life, and playing with them here. It must be nice. A dark mood seemed to settle over her. While she had had what one could call friendships, they had never lasted. People just didn't seem to understand it when she went into a depressive mood, or wondered what life would be like if her parents had survived. One rude, nasty little girl had gone so far as to say she should be over it, they died years ago. But that wasn't the point. She had had to grow up knowing that she didn't have parents, listening as kids proudly stated that their dad was a police officer, their mother a doctor or some such. And she had just been able to say her Uncle was an IT specalist. And then see their pitying looks. So the game gave hrr a chance to have friends who knew nothing of her past. She wouldn't have anything ruin it. She watched Hazard storm off. What was wrong? doesn't like authority figures? Are his parents strict? Or does he just have trouble with those that assume command? another puzzle to solve. She hoped that eventually she would be able to solve all these puzzles that were piling up in ner head, and then offer her friends some help. Yet right then, as the group seemed to break up, Cat felt out of place. Like she was standing on the edge of everything. She didn't know what to do. would she be left behind again? Would she be considered too much work, and would they leave her? She didn't think she could bare it, not again. This was her last escape, if it happened here...how would she cope? And then....and then the news cast came on, telling them all about the missing log out button, the dying, and the rest. Her first thought was for her family. Her cousins, uncle, her Aunt, oh, god, her Aunt. Fragile, and quite, her Aunt seemed like a vase, that would at any moment. How would she cope with this? Her uncle generally could handle her Aunt, but Cat knew that she had come to consider her as a daughter, and she knew her Aunt would fall apart, utterly and complete, as if it were her own children trapped in the game. A rare and powerful Fury rose in Cat. They couldn't do this. They couldn't trap them in here. It just wasn't humane. Surely something could be done. Surely they could get out, with their lives? She didn't givr a damn about money. But she did about her friends, her family. Her hands, unnoticed, curled into fists, and she spun about as if she could just make a way out. "You can't do this!" She yelled. She didn't need to check her menu, to know her log out button was indeed gone.	Just cause I like to be thorough: 1. What would you like to be called? Caits is more then fine, since it's just a shortening of my name in real life and I like it. 2. Have an age for us? Just turned 23. Hell, where did the year go? 3. How long have you been RPing? Hm. I started between the ages of 15-16. So roughly 7, 8 years. Well. Where did that time go? 4. How many RPs are you in currently? Hum. Let's see. Five. None of which are very demanding at the moment, and I currently have a lot of time on my hands. 5. What would you say are your strengths? I'm kind and caring. I'm very adaptable, and willing to work with others. I am able to play both males and females, despite being female. I can write anywhere from one word, to 1000 in a post (although 1000 ones are rare!). 6.Weaknesses? Spelling would be my main weakness, but I do use spell check, Google and dictionaries. I get very attached to my characters, which I wouldn't consider a weakness. 7. Which do you prefer playing villain or hero? I actually enjoy playing both. I don't particularly have a preference! I find it interesting playing both. 8. If you had to use one word to describe yourself, what would it be? Loyal. 9. If you could have any super power, what would it be? Just one? Empathy. Simply because I am a Nurse. Being able to know others emotions would be extremely beneficial there. 10. Do you believe that you will be committed to this RP? Yes. It is an absolutely fantastic idea. I have been looking for something like this, and will be excited to be apart of this! Real Name: Kalinda Differ Username: cattypea Title: the Nature Queen Age: 19 Gender: Female, in game and i. Real life. Race: wild born Class: Purist Level: 4 Stat Build: STR: 2 FOC: 5 AGI: 5 Skills: Cooking Trapping Taming +Melee combat +Wilderness Movement +Survival Equipment Magical staff (weapon) Short sword (weapon) Rope Cooking pot Water skin/canteen (whatever) Equipment (body) Head hood (level three), Ear: a simple earring, Neck: Necklace of Amag, (a magical item) Chest,waist, legs: light weight leather armor, and robe offering protection Left hand:glove, purely protective Right Hand: Glove, purely protective Feet: fur skin boots, purely protective Spare weapon: dagger Personality Kalinda is a soft spoken person. She doesn't voice her opinions too much, nor does she draw attention to herself. She does have a fiery nature, but most times, she is quite, serious, watchful and caring. At times she almost seems afraid. Certainly, she tries to stay away from others, and is often seen alone. She tries not to be judgemental, not wanting to judge people based on their appearances. In the game, she is able to shine. She comes out of her shell, and is able to be who she wishes to be, instead of the shy, quite mousy girl she portrays in the real world. Background Kalinda's background is somewhat...Trauma filled. She had a stable childhood until she was four, nearly five. Then, her parents took her to see her grandparents,'and on the way home, they were hit by a drunk driver. Her mother died instantly, her father lived for another hour, and the drunk driver died instantly as well. Kalinda, strapped in tight and secure, did not suffer badly. They were on a country road, and it was a few hours until someone else came along. Alone, scared and crying, Kalinda had bloodied her hands trying to get out the seat belt, which was badly jammed, and had yelled herself horse, for her parents, for anyone to help. She was rescued, and was soon taken in by her uncle, who her parents had chosen as her guardian, given the fact he had two children aged three and four. Despite this, she began quite, reserved, never really getting over the accident. She often has dreams about it. She developed a attachment to video games, and when Paradise came out, she asked for it. Her uncle, willing to give her it, complied. Other Since the stupid image won't appear, here's the link for her in game appearance! Whew. Let me know if anything needs to be changed. I hope I did well. I can change her background ground if need be, as I realise it could be seen as...bad. She's been adapted from another character of mine. I hope all the formatting is good. I also wish I had something other then anime to work with, but...I just lost all of my real life photos.
50,105	1,347	103	446	7,203	Cynthia was about to answer the pilot's question when the man appeared on the screen. Once everybody's vision returned, it was obvious that she had been effected the most by the event. Gone was the bravado and iron she had possessed moments before, replaced by a trembling, sheet white shadow. As she slumped to her knees, she mouthed the words "What have you..." over and over, seeming to have lost the ability to rationalize what was around her. She was in a trance that she could not shake off, a mist of disbelief covered her mind.	I have no clue how skills and stats work here too so if someone can give me a brief explaination on the average values a level 4 has, it'll really help! :D Live every waking moment like it is your last, for every step and mistake you make will haunt you till you pass. Real/Player Name: Rowen Hae Gen Myoun Character Name: R. Tiger Title: The Lost Age: 20 Real Gender: Male In-game Gender: Male Race: Wildborn Class: Purist LeveL: 4 Appearance. R. Tiger, Rowen's character, appears as a very-fit looking man with several feline traits. His ears are pointed and tipped with fur and two lines of thicker facial hair form stripes down his cheeks, as well as prepossessing a long bushy tail. His hair is light brown and swept back, tied in a pony tail behind and growing past his sideburns and along his jaw in front. However, unlike quite a disturbing number of wildborn players who like their appearance 'au-naturale' (see: very, very naked), for less than appropriate reasons. Rowen dresses immaculately, donning a sturdy swallow-tailed coat and canvas trousers that fit snuggly into tan hide metal boots -alongside a red, tattered scarf that hangs around his neck, waist long and flowing in the wind behind him. Though it was once a beginner's item, he has painstakingly upgraded it many times over and is now his trademark accessory. He can wear such armor that would usually be only considered by marksmen and lighter melee classes because of his higher than usual investment into STR, by Purist standards, making up for the slight lack of FOC with slightly better equipment. STR: Second Highest Stat FOC: Highest Stat AGI: Lowest Stat (I have no idea how stat distribution works here so this is a placeholder till then.) Flamebolt: One of the few possible miracles a Purist begins their journey with. This ancient incantation releases a bolt of solid fire that quickly homes in on it's target, detonating upon impact with a fair amount of force and heat. Mastering such long-lost magic is the first step to becoming a true sorcerer. Blink: Having learnt to step beyond the boundaries of space momentarily, a Purist makes use of the planet's rotation to seemingly teleport a short distance away from where they previously were. Leaving both enemies and audiences bewildered in awe. Nature's Lore (Survival): You have learnt how to identify and analyse flora and minerals found in the wilds of various planets, as well as how to prepare simple concoctions with them! Medium Armor Proficiency I (Common): You have learnt how to properly wear hide and aluminium armor, as well as conditioned yourself to move freely in them! Chest - Neck - Legs - Feet - Right Ringfinger - Weapon #1: Weapon #2: *Unmentioned slots are empty. Personality: Rowen has always been abit of an oddball, ever the epicurean, he braves new experiences with vigor and a unflinching curiousity. Though some may consider this an admirable trait, they are far and few between. Most of the time, it leaves those around him uncomfortable and sneering at him. Maybe it is because of this that he enjoys Paradise much more than real life, here he is judged less and the consequences are (were) far more lenient. He has even made some friends in the online game. His experiments have even proved useful every once in awhile. But despite his quirk, Rowen is not without common sense well ...not... totally without it, at least. Like how he clearly tells right from wrong and has a moral compass to guide him, even in a game where the lines between both are blurred. An ideal he sometimes holds above himself for what he thinks is the greater good. Background: (I'd like to keep most of this for discovery through the game so there might not be much I would post here :X, if that's okay? I'll post what his friends would generally know though.) Rowen is his english name and was raised by korean parents who left their country and traveled alot. Never staying in one place, he learnt about the world through first hand experience and never really thought of anywhere as his home. They worked for the CDC (Center for Control of Diseases) and were always in some hotspot, scarce of people. But in recent years where outbreaks have slowed, he has been able to truly be in a society and see how things go. This year he is supposed to enter a local university full-Time but has made a small group of close friends over an online game for quite awhile, he was about to tell them the news when .......something happened. Other: Rowen's dysfunctional choice of being a Wildborn, a race geared towards the physical, and yet a Purist, the most magically oriented class of Paradise, was something of a testing grounds in preparation for his second character. He certainly did not expect to have made friends halfway, or be permernantly stuck with his bad choices when Standish went all psychopathic on them.
50,106	1,347	104	1,046	4,333	With a quiet demeanor about him, Prince walked over to Mantam and picked her up, carrying her over to the couch with relative ease. He took in a long sigh and he looked down on her and then turned, looking at the others. It wasn't that it didn't effect him, it did, he just didn't feel the same way everyone did, obviously. He... wasn't that scared. The biggest fear he had was losing everyone in this moment. Losing himself wasn't a fear, he didn't fear death. Losing his real life, well... he'd stayed in the game long enough already. With a small chuckle, a smile appeared on Prince's face. "Well, I suppose a new place will definitely be in order now since we'll need more places for everyone to sleep." He spoke, his voice sounding odd in the stark silence of the area. The only noise was the news channel still going. Another sigh escaped his lips as he turned to look at Cynthia, his smile gone. He took a few steps outside, towards her and wrapped his arms around her small frame, resting his chin on her head as he pulled her toward his chest. He had no kind words to offer her, only this. With his head still free to look around, he looked around at the others outside, a soft yet weak smile on his face.	~Real Name~ Logan West ~Username~ Prince267 ~Title~ "The White Knight" ~Real Age/In-Game Age~ 18/18 ~Real Gender/In-Game Gender~ Male/Male ~Race~ Human ~Class~ Ki Brawler ~Level~ Level: 4 ~Stat Build~ STR = 4 FOC= 2 AGI = 6 ~Skills~ ~Repair (Staff and Small Machine) ~Weapon (Staff) ~Fighting ~Cooking (Simple Dishes) ~Equipment~ ~Weapon (Staff Level 3) ~Frying Pan (Used for cooking, and hitting idiots over the head.) ~Simple Traveler's Clothes ~Silver Chain ~Small Ear Ring ~Equipment Slots~ Ear - Small Ear Ring (Slightly improves Agility) Neck - Thin Silver Chain (Gives a small amount of protection against magic projectiles.) Chest - Worn Shirt (Dyed Black) Right Hand - Staff (Two handed) Legs - Worn Pants (Gray) Spare Weapon #1 - Frying Pan ~Personality~ Logan is a rather quiet boy who tends to keep to himself. He finds it hard to be himself around people, the fear of rejection out weighing his desire to be loved. Living by himself didn't help matters either. It just led to a lot of misconceptions about him and his past. Rumors flew through the air around him. That he'd killed his own parents and that he joined the mafia. Because of his rough appearance a lot of people believed it. After all, how could a guy who looked so angry all the time be anything but bad news? In Paradise, however, Logan had no fears. Under the pretense of "Prince", he held no fear of being himself. A fun loving and warm individual. Prince can talk just a bit too much but he always means well. He's also a bit of a free spirit, doing whatever he wants when he wants. If it is something he'd rather not do, he won't. ~Background~ Logan, despite what people think, has a family that is relatively well off. When they deicded to move, he didn't want anything to change and so he stayed in their old home by himself while his parents moved to another part of the country. Not wanting to face the fear of rejection again, he decided to stay and simply play the part they'd wanted to give him. When he found out about Paradise, he asked his parents and they had the game shipped to his home. Since then, he hasn't gone out much besides going to school every now and then and soon even that ended as he spent all of his time in the game with his new friends. Because of the mask Logan could wear, he felt safe to be himself and made a few friends with whom he spent a good deal of his time. Paradise was truly a paradise for him. ~Other~ Still WIPsy since I still need Chuks approval for something. :P ☹ ("Enemies") ☺ ("Friends") ✧ ("BFFs") ♪ ("Neutral") ♡ ("Could Be Something More ~") Characters: \|☹\| Prince - "..." \|✧\| Cynthia - "She's pretty awesome! She's definitely a lot more dedicated than I am, which I guess is a good thing. I have to give her props because I don't think I could ever work as hard as she does. Also... she's kind of pretty. >////> \|✧\| Marinette - "Despite always listening to music, Marinette can be pretty cool. She's pretty good at what she does even if she does like to flaunt it a bit too much. Then again, I can't say anything. I'm much weaker than her." \|✧\| cattypea - "She'd be cute if she didn't intimidate me so much. Then again, most females do that to me. But her fur is pretty cool... I kind of want to pet her but fear that I might lose my hand in doing so and it might not necessarily be Cat to take it..." \|✧\| Mantam - "Pretty... and kind. I quite like this girl." \|✧\| Hazard - "Despite being cocky, Hazard always has my back. I feel that he might be my best friend in the game and my best ally. Even when my back is turned, he never lets me down. I don't know what I'd do without the loser." \|✧\| Grey - "Despite rubbing people the wrong way, Grey is a great friend and an even better cyborg. Well, at least that's what I think. Though... he could lay off the sour berries. He needs to lighten up some times, take some siestas. Maybe I might invite him to one of mine one day." \|♪\| Raijin - "He needs a chill pill. Plox." \|♪\| Deathedge - "Also needs a chill pill..." \|✧\| CherryLover - "The little sister I never had. She cute and adorable like a.. small puppy with... a rather mean bite." How long has your character been playing the game? ~ Since it's release. How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) ~A few weeks old. (Prince is Logan's 2nd attempt at making Prince. He gave up the first time but now he's seems to be sticking with it. Mostly.) How long have they been a part of the group? ~Since it's creation a few weeks ago. He met Cynthia at level 1 and they began to find themselves bumping into one another frequently and decided to simply make a group with the cave they'd stumbled upon. Weeks later, he and Cynthia had managed to fill all of the spots in the party. Who invited them to the group? ~He and Cynthia created it. Who, from the group, did they meet first? ~Cynthia Real Name: Caroline Night Username: Cynthia Black Title: "Fatal Edge" Age: 17 (Ingame 18) Gender: Female Race: Fae (Green Dragonfly wings) Class: Blademaster Level: 5 Stat Build: STR 5 AGI 9 FOC 1 Skills: Swords (Katana, Longsword, Greatsword) Exotic Weapons (Chain Knife, Grappling Hook, Throwing Knife) Cooking Equipment: Chest Armor (Coat, Level 3) Wrist Equipment (Gloves, Vanity) Ear Equipment (Cross Earings, Vanity) Neck Equipment (Cape, Air Resistance) Sword (Katana, level 4) Sword (Longsword, Named , level 5, Fire Attribute) Sword (Greatsword, level 3) Exotic Weapon (Chain Knife, Level 2) Exotic Weapon (Grappling Hook, Level 3) Bio:: Caroline is fed up with the real world, after her sister vanished. She escaped into Paradise and threw herself into it, training constantly to escape the gnawing guilt that she might have been the reason for her sister running away. She detests nothing more than injustice, and will always stand up for what she thinks is right, no matter who is pitted against her. Other: I'll try to make his look prettier when I'm feeling less lazy. Lol.
50,107	1,347	105	1,918	8,272	Raijin had been about to comment on Cherry's reaction proving her nickname, when the message came on his screen. After it ended, he fell to his knees, disbelief on his face. Then a low growl, that quickly rose in volume with his anger. What gave this guy the fucking right to pull this shit!!!!!!! He gripped the grass in front of him, thinking of his sister, thinking of never seeing her again. He didn't care about living in here, he despised his real life anyways. He couldn't leave her like this, he couldn't die like this. He wouldn't die like this. This guy wanted him to find the secrets, then he would fucking find them. He got up, motioning to Void to follow him to the cave. He didn't bother to check his menu, instead turning to Prince, who was currently comforting Cynthia. Unsurprisingly, Prince seemed rather calm about the situation, if understandably silent and grim. "Prince, any ideas for what we should do now, while everyone else comes to term with. . . with what just happened. Any ideas of what I could do, or should we all just stay here while everyone recovers?" While he spoke, he checked for the gift the man had alluded to giving them, locating and removing this "Book of Life" from the inbox and materializing it into the world.	Name:Void Level:5 Beast type:Wolf Skills: +Wilderness Movement +Melee Combat Stats: Str:8 Foc:0 Agi:7 Personality: She is very sweet outside of combat, tending to play a lot and snuggle with her master's companion's. But in battle, she is a vicious fighter, going after her master's enemies with savage brilliance. She is more of a tank then her master, but still remains speedy due to the fact that she has no magic abilities and thus doesn't need to skill points placed in her Focus stat. \|☺\| Prince: "Prince is an okay guy, but he could stand to have a little motivation. And maybe be a little more energy, I swear 95% of the time he spends in this game is sleeping. Okay that is an exaggeration, it's closer to 80%." \|☺\|,possible rival, Cynthia:"She's a nice person, plus she's fun to mess with a little. And she knows how to take a joke and throw one right back. I'd say she's pretty, but this is a video game, so I don't know for sure(not that I particularly care), or even a girl(which I do care about). The trials and tribulations of meeting people over the net." \|☺\| Marinette:"She's cool, a bit to cool though. She doesn't seemed to be the kind that gets phased by much. Has interesting taste in music, that's for sure." \|☺\| cattypea:"She's an interesting one, she nice and caring, but strict. Kinda like a mom, or at least how I think a mom is. I don't have a of knowledge on the subject, only what I see on TV. She can also be very outspoken." \|☺\| Mantam:" Nice and cheery, she's the absolute last person I would expect to run into in a game like Paradise. Not an escapist bon in her body, unlike me, but I guess that what I like about her. Out of all the people here, I'd say she's the most carefree. This excludes Prince, as his level of carefree-ness is of the charts." \|☺\|Hazard: "Cocky, crack-shot, and a Razor sharp wit, what's not to like about the guy. Defintely my first choice in battle." \|♪ \|Grey:"Guy's alright, but he's rather confusing. Half the time I don't know whether he's joking or not, but maybe that's him getting into the role as a robot. I'm not completely convinced he isn't to be honest." \|☹ \| Raijin: "Raijin is who I wish I was, who I want to be. But I can never be that person. And that's why I hate him, why I hate me. Can we move on to someone else now, please?" \|♪ \| Deathedge: He's okay I guess, but he looks so mad all the time. Tend not to talk to him a lot, so I don't know that much about him." \|☺\| CherryLover: "She the prime target for my mischief. If there's one thing I love, it's messing with hot heads. She's just to easy to mess with, and her reactions are hilarious. She probably doesn't like me that much." How long has your character been playing the game? "I've been in Paradise since it's activation. It's the ultimate form of escapism, and I needed to escape. If this game hadn't came out when it did. . . well let's just say I'm glad it did and leave it at that." How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) "I have two character's, one's a purist, the other is this one. I got bored of being a purist and decided to go with Xenomaster because, hey, like animals. Thi is a class that uses them, let's play ball." How long have they been a part of the group? "I'd say around a week or two." Who invited them to the group? "Prince, dude just walked up to me one day and said, 'Hey wanna join my group?' I said yes because why the hell not, and the rest is history." Who, from the group, did they meet first? "The answer to this question is stated above, jeez you need to pay more attention."
50,108	1,347	106	1,867	444	Hazard had only just gotten to enjoy the music that Mari had put on before the man on the news piped up about the missing log out option. Out of curiosity, he pulled up his own menu and realized that his... as well as all the others around him... were gone. "You've... you've got to be kidding..." he said in a silent breath, the cigar falling from his mouth and hitting the ground. He watched as Prince carried over the knocked out Mantam, the pressure of the situation taking hard toll on the poor girl. His heart sank as he looked over at Cynthia, all of the commando was gone, she seemed like a scared young girl... and it damn near broke his heart to see her this way... he much preferred her hard ass self than anything. He tried to think of something to say... a joke... something... but with the way it was, he was speechless. But he knew that panicking was not on the to do list, he needed a level head, not just for him, but his friends. He swallowed the knot in his throat that had formed during the silence and sighed. Unslinging his rifle, he set it on the ground and made sure the weapon was at full ammo, as well as counting how many other rounds he had... twenty... not a whole lot to be honest... After some rummaging, he pulled out a coin bag of about twenty coins, walking over to where Prince was hugging Cynthia and setting it next to him. "Well guys, sitting here isnt going to get us anywhere. Consider that my first of many donations." he said as he looked around at the others, the jokester holding a serious gaze, "You heard the guy, we only got one life in this game now, and the only way to ensure we survive, is to level up as much as we can, as quick as we can. I understand were shaken up... so am I... but damn me if I lose this game now, and damn me twice if I see any of you guys lose." Giving a confident smile, he held a thumbs up to Prince, "Im with you all the way buddy, youre the leader of this group, so get to leadin!"	Real Name: Kyron Akin Username: Mr.Hazard Title: The Desert Bullet Age: 20 Gender: male for both Race: Esquen Class: Marksman Level: 5 Stat Build: STR : 2 FOC: 9 AGL: 4 Skills: Guns (Assault rifle, pistol, sniper rifle) Perception +Survival +Appraisal +Tracking +Foraging Equipment: Head- Hood (sneak, level 3) Ear- Empty slot Neck- Neckerchief (vanity) Chest - light Velcro vest (armor, level 3) Waist- pocket belt (increased ammo capacity, level 2) Legs- knee pads (armor, level 2) Left hand & right hand- leather fingerless gloves (armor, level 1) Weapon- (Sniper Rifle, named ,level 5, critical attribute) Weapon: (Assault Rifle, level 4) Feet- combat boots (Armor and Speed) Spare weapon #1: 10 mm pistol (10 bullet clip capacity, level 3) Spare weapon #2: Shotgun (four round capacity, level 2) Personality: Jeff tends to keep the same attitude both in and out of game. He is kind and uplifting, and tries his best to cheer up his friends. In game, he tends to act cocky in a battle, and is usually the one to crack jokes to lighten the mood. He will fight to the best of his ability when it comes to providing covering fire to protect his teammates, and never gives up even after the last bullet leaves the chamber. He is generous with the items he finds, and always volunteers to help find whatever may be needed for a suffering teammate. Background: Jeff grew up in a very restrictive environment. His parents had a large list of rules to put on him which gave him a lot of stress since he couldnt go out with his friends often or even as long as he would like. It would seem that every time he found something fun to do that allowed human interaction, his parents would take it away from him. When he came across Paradise, he thought it was amazing, but after a harsh and loud conflict in which his mother forced him out of a game session, Jeff decided he would move out. He got himself a job and rented a low income apartment in the next town, and even though his money is tight for the current time in his life, he couldnt be happier to play online with his friends whenever he pleased. Other: Whenever Jeff makes a headshot, he always says "Boom, headshot" due to it being one of his favorite quotes. His number one favorite quote is: "Do not call me a coward in battle, I like to kill my enemies while looking them in the eyes through a high powered rifle scope at four miles away." In game: Prince- Great guy and a better friend. He brought me into this group and Im thankful for it. A great friend. Cynthia- She is pretty damn cool, bit of a badass which I like, its weird though, I always get the weirdest feeling of deja vu around her... Marinette- Good ol Mari!! definite best friend. I wanna be her drinking buddy once I turn 21 cattypea- Catty is a sweet girl, albeit a little quiet, But willing to learn which I can respect! Mantam- Sweet gal, a great friend and someone to talk to Hazard- Pssh, 10/10 would go gay for, Grey- My friendly rival! At the end of the day we always see who got the most hits... its me Raijin- Raijin Caijin! Sometimes I think he is more animal than human, but he is a cool dude, with a badass wolf Deathedge- Mysterious, but i know he means well. Needs to open up more! CherryLover- Sweet little cherry, kinda feels like a little sister in a way How long has your character been playing the game? Since release How long has this particular "character" been in the game? First character made once the game started How long have they been a part of the group? He was about the halfway mark Who invited them to the group? Prince Who, from the group, did they meet first? Prince came across him while exploring at one point and decided to do a quest with him. been friends since.
50,109	1,347	107	446	7,203	Caroline's tremors slowly subsided as Prince held her, and eventually the color returned to her face. She placed her hand over one of his as a silent gesture of thanks, then slowly stood up. "Everyone," she said, inhaling deeply to steady her voice. "Everyone, listen. By your reactions, I assume you all saw the same thing I did. While I cannot promise that this is a joke, or that we'll all be safe, I want you to remember that you are not alone in this. We are a team, and for better or worse, we're all in this together. Don't be afraid of what he said, because if you are afraid then that fear will dull your reflexes, nothing can prove more dangerous now than descending into hysterics." She waited a moment for her words to take hold, then continued. "Now, this is a shock to all of us, but we must make a decision as to what we will do about it. I propose that we continue forward as we were, playing the game as it is, both because it might be the safest way to escape this and because if we would try to drive forward too fast, we run the risk of exhausting ourselves and falling prey to stronger foes. Does anybody have a counter proposal?"	I have no clue how skills and stats work here too so if someone can give me a brief explaination on the average values a level 4 has, it'll really help! :D Live every waking moment like it is your last, for every step and mistake you make will haunt you till you pass. Real/Player Name: Rowen Hae Gen Myoun Character Name: R. Tiger Title: The Lost Age: 20 Real Gender: Male In-game Gender: Male Race: Wildborn Class: Purist LeveL: 4 Appearance. R. Tiger, Rowen's character, appears as a very-fit looking man with several feline traits. His ears are pointed and tipped with fur and two lines of thicker facial hair form stripes down his cheeks, as well as prepossessing a long bushy tail. His hair is light brown and swept back, tied in a pony tail behind and growing past his sideburns and along his jaw in front. However, unlike quite a disturbing number of wildborn players who like their appearance 'au-naturale' (see: very, very naked), for less than appropriate reasons. Rowen dresses immaculately, donning a sturdy swallow-tailed coat and canvas trousers that fit snuggly into tan hide metal boots -alongside a red, tattered scarf that hangs around his neck, waist long and flowing in the wind behind him. Though it was once a beginner's item, he has painstakingly upgraded it many times over and is now his trademark accessory. He can wear such armor that would usually be only considered by marksmen and lighter melee classes because of his higher than usual investment into STR, by Purist standards, making up for the slight lack of FOC with slightly better equipment. STR: Second Highest Stat FOC: Highest Stat AGI: Lowest Stat (I have no idea how stat distribution works here so this is a placeholder till then.) Flamebolt: One of the few possible miracles a Purist begins their journey with. This ancient incantation releases a bolt of solid fire that quickly homes in on it's target, detonating upon impact with a fair amount of force and heat. Mastering such long-lost magic is the first step to becoming a true sorcerer. Blink: Having learnt to step beyond the boundaries of space momentarily, a Purist makes use of the planet's rotation to seemingly teleport a short distance away from where they previously were. Leaving both enemies and audiences bewildered in awe. Nature's Lore (Survival): You have learnt how to identify and analyse flora and minerals found in the wilds of various planets, as well as how to prepare simple concoctions with them! Medium Armor Proficiency I (Common): You have learnt how to properly wear hide and aluminium armor, as well as conditioned yourself to move freely in them! Chest - Neck - Legs - Feet - Right Ringfinger - Weapon #1: Weapon #2: *Unmentioned slots are empty. Personality: Rowen has always been abit of an oddball, ever the epicurean, he braves new experiences with vigor and a unflinching curiousity. Though some may consider this an admirable trait, they are far and few between. Most of the time, it leaves those around him uncomfortable and sneering at him. Maybe it is because of this that he enjoys Paradise much more than real life, here he is judged less and the consequences are (were) far more lenient. He has even made some friends in the online game. His experiments have even proved useful every once in awhile. But despite his quirk, Rowen is not without common sense well ...not... totally without it, at least. Like how he clearly tells right from wrong and has a moral compass to guide him, even in a game where the lines between both are blurred. An ideal he sometimes holds above himself for what he thinks is the greater good. Background: (I'd like to keep most of this for discovery through the game so there might not be much I would post here :X, if that's okay? I'll post what his friends would generally know though.) Rowen is his english name and was raised by korean parents who left their country and traveled alot. Never staying in one place, he learnt about the world through first hand experience and never really thought of anywhere as his home. They worked for the CDC (Center for Control of Diseases) and were always in some hotspot, scarce of people. But in recent years where outbreaks have slowed, he has been able to truly be in a society and see how things go. This year he is supposed to enter a local university full-Time but has made a small group of close friends over an online game for quite awhile, he was about to tell them the news when .......something happened. Other: Rowen's dysfunctional choice of being a Wildborn, a race geared towards the physical, and yet a Purist, the most magically oriented class of Paradise, was something of a testing grounds in preparation for his second character. He certainly did not expect to have made friends halfway, or be permernantly stuck with his bad choices when Standish went all psychopathic on them.
50,110	1,347	108	1,918	8,272	Sounds good to me, though I do have a question. Should we make a quick supply run to the nearest town, to stock up on supplies, like healing items for example. Also, I say thay we bring Cherry with us, as I doubt any of us could leave her to fend for herself in these circumstances. Besides, we need her expertise as a pilot. Raijin wanted to make sure they were prepared for anything, and a supply run woyld probably be the best thing to do. "Also, anyone have any clue about this 'Book of Life' thing we seemed to have been given?" He had pulled it out of his inventory, and he brought it up to show everybody. "I assume we all got one."	Name:Void Level:5 Beast type:Wolf Skills: +Wilderness Movement +Melee Combat Stats: Str:8 Foc:0 Agi:7 Personality: She is very sweet outside of combat, tending to play a lot and snuggle with her master's companion's. But in battle, she is a vicious fighter, going after her master's enemies with savage brilliance. She is more of a tank then her master, but still remains speedy due to the fact that she has no magic abilities and thus doesn't need to skill points placed in her Focus stat. \|☺\| Prince: "Prince is an okay guy, but he could stand to have a little motivation. And maybe be a little more energy, I swear 95% of the time he spends in this game is sleeping. Okay that is an exaggeration, it's closer to 80%." \|☺\|,possible rival, Cynthia:"She's a nice person, plus she's fun to mess with a little. And she knows how to take a joke and throw one right back. I'd say she's pretty, but this is a video game, so I don't know for sure(not that I particularly care), or even a girl(which I do care about). The trials and tribulations of meeting people over the net." \|☺\| Marinette:"She's cool, a bit to cool though. She doesn't seemed to be the kind that gets phased by much. Has interesting taste in music, that's for sure." \|☺\| cattypea:"She's an interesting one, she nice and caring, but strict. Kinda like a mom, or at least how I think a mom is. I don't have a of knowledge on the subject, only what I see on TV. She can also be very outspoken." \|☺\| Mantam:" Nice and cheery, she's the absolute last person I would expect to run into in a game like Paradise. Not an escapist bon in her body, unlike me, but I guess that what I like about her. Out of all the people here, I'd say she's the most carefree. This excludes Prince, as his level of carefree-ness is of the charts." \|☺\|Hazard: "Cocky, crack-shot, and a Razor sharp wit, what's not to like about the guy. Defintely my first choice in battle." \|♪ \|Grey:"Guy's alright, but he's rather confusing. Half the time I don't know whether he's joking or not, but maybe that's him getting into the role as a robot. I'm not completely convinced he isn't to be honest." \|☹ \| Raijin: "Raijin is who I wish I was, who I want to be. But I can never be that person. And that's why I hate him, why I hate me. Can we move on to someone else now, please?" \|♪ \| Deathedge: He's okay I guess, but he looks so mad all the time. Tend not to talk to him a lot, so I don't know that much about him." \|☺\| CherryLover: "She the prime target for my mischief. If there's one thing I love, it's messing with hot heads. She's just to easy to mess with, and her reactions are hilarious. She probably doesn't like me that much." How long has your character been playing the game? "I've been in Paradise since it's activation. It's the ultimate form of escapism, and I needed to escape. If this game hadn't came out when it did. . . well let's just say I'm glad it did and leave it at that." How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) "I have two character's, one's a purist, the other is this one. I got bored of being a purist and decided to go with Xenomaster because, hey, like animals. Thi is a class that uses them, let's play ball." How long have they been a part of the group? "I'd say around a week or two." Who invited them to the group? "Prince, dude just walked up to me one day and said, 'Hey wanna join my group?' I said yes because why the hell not, and the rest is history." Who, from the group, did they meet first? "The answer to this question is stated above, jeez you need to pay more attention."
50,111	1,347	109	377	26,014	Cattypea listened as the others spoke, clearly discussing what they were going to do. Her fear was, because her level was lower then theirs already, that she would be seen as a burden. She didn't want that. She bit her lip, looking down at her hands. She could finge tiredness, wait for everyone to go about what they needed, and then go out to train...but.... She sighed heavily. "You missed the hidden message in what he was saying" she said softly, closing her eyes "he didn't tell us how we get our. Is it merely winning the game? Do we assume that is what it will take to get out? How do we do that? Or is it something else entirely? Questions, that we need the answers to. And if it's just gathering the secrets, how many secrets are there? How many do we have to find? Do we each have to find them? Or can we as a group collectively find them? In that case, would it be easier to split up, or stay together? Maybe split up some of the time, find secrets and return, sharing them. Of course, that way is more dangerous" she said, again sighing. "I will do what ever is required of me" She bit her lip again, her ears flicking, tail twitching lightly. "I realise I am only level four, while most of you are level five...I need to level"	Just cause I like to be thorough: 1. What would you like to be called? Caits is more then fine, since it's just a shortening of my name in real life and I like it. 2. Have an age for us? Just turned 23. Hell, where did the year go? 3. How long have you been RPing? Hm. I started between the ages of 15-16. So roughly 7, 8 years. Well. Where did that time go? 4. How many RPs are you in currently? Hum. Let's see. Five. None of which are very demanding at the moment, and I currently have a lot of time on my hands. 5. What would you say are your strengths? I'm kind and caring. I'm very adaptable, and willing to work with others. I am able to play both males and females, despite being female. I can write anywhere from one word, to 1000 in a post (although 1000 ones are rare!). 6.Weaknesses? Spelling would be my main weakness, but I do use spell check, Google and dictionaries. I get very attached to my characters, which I wouldn't consider a weakness. 7. Which do you prefer playing villain or hero? I actually enjoy playing both. I don't particularly have a preference! I find it interesting playing both. 8. If you had to use one word to describe yourself, what would it be? Loyal. 9. If you could have any super power, what would it be? Just one? Empathy. Simply because I am a Nurse. Being able to know others emotions would be extremely beneficial there. 10. Do you believe that you will be committed to this RP? Yes. It is an absolutely fantastic idea. I have been looking for something like this, and will be excited to be apart of this! Real Name: Kalinda Differ Username: cattypea Title: the Nature Queen Age: 19 Gender: Female, in game and i. Real life. Race: wild born Class: Purist Level: 4 Stat Build: STR: 2 FOC: 5 AGI: 5 Skills: Cooking Trapping Taming +Melee combat +Wilderness Movement +Survival Equipment Magical staff (weapon) Short sword (weapon) Rope Cooking pot Water skin/canteen (whatever) Equipment (body) Head hood (level three), Ear: a simple earring, Neck: Necklace of Amag, (a magical item) Chest,waist, legs: light weight leather armor, and robe offering protection Left hand:glove, purely protective Right Hand: Glove, purely protective Feet: fur skin boots, purely protective Spare weapon: dagger Personality Kalinda is a soft spoken person. She doesn't voice her opinions too much, nor does she draw attention to herself. She does have a fiery nature, but most times, she is quite, serious, watchful and caring. At times she almost seems afraid. Certainly, she tries to stay away from others, and is often seen alone. She tries not to be judgemental, not wanting to judge people based on their appearances. In the game, she is able to shine. She comes out of her shell, and is able to be who she wishes to be, instead of the shy, quite mousy girl she portrays in the real world. Background Kalinda's background is somewhat...Trauma filled. She had a stable childhood until she was four, nearly five. Then, her parents took her to see her grandparents,'and on the way home, they were hit by a drunk driver. Her mother died instantly, her father lived for another hour, and the drunk driver died instantly as well. Kalinda, strapped in tight and secure, did not suffer badly. They were on a country road, and it was a few hours until someone else came along. Alone, scared and crying, Kalinda had bloodied her hands trying to get out the seat belt, which was badly jammed, and had yelled herself horse, for her parents, for anyone to help. She was rescued, and was soon taken in by her uncle, who her parents had chosen as her guardian, given the fact he had two children aged three and four. Despite this, she began quite, reserved, never really getting over the accident. She often has dreams about it. She developed a attachment to video games, and when Paradise came out, she asked for it. Her uncle, willing to give her it, complied. Other Since the stupid image won't appear, here's the link for her in game appearance! Whew. Let me know if anything needs to be changed. I hope I did well. I can change her background ground if need be, as I realise it could be seen as...bad. She's been adapted from another character of mine. I hope all the formatting is good. I also wish I had something other then anime to work with, but...I just lost all of my real life photos.
50,112	1,347	110	1,046	4,333	Smiling at Cynthia, Prince simply watched her talk to everyone. He looked over at Hazard and grinned. With a few steps he was over by Hazard's side, a hand on his shoulder. Leaning in, he whispered to his friend, "I wouldn't call me the leader so loudly around Cynthia." He pulled back a few seconds after, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "But thank you! I'll create a bank account for the group so we can start saving up for a better place." He told Hazard after grabbing the money he'd placed down. Prince pulled up the Menu once again and scrolled down to the Bank option and pushed. Within seconds, the Banking tab pulled up with a small money pouch avatar, smiling and waving at him. "What would you like to do today, Mr. West?" It asked. Glad for the privacy, Prince smiled at the creature. All anyone would see, would be Prince smiling at something and they'd probably assume it was the Bank Avatar. "I need to open a shared group account." He replied. "Will it be for a new Guild?" It asked. "Not currently. We're still just a party." He replied. "You should consider making or joining a guild!" It told Prince while it turned around to grab a few papers. "That costs money though. Are you going to give me the cash needed?" Prince asked jokingly. "Certainly not, sir! I'm an AI!" It replied, coming back with all the necessary paperwork. Prince filled it out quickly, putting down the name of everyone in their party. When everything was said and done, he had a new option under the Banking Tab. "Shared Account" He opened it and placed the 20 copper coins and placed them in the account as well as the 123 gold from his account. It was all he had. He never spent money on new gear or anything of the like and found most of his food on his own. The only time he ever went out to eat was with the group and he often ate very little. He was money conscious and saved like a clam protecting their pearl. With a sigh, he closed out the menu. "If anyone has any more donations, there's now a shared bank account we should all have access to. We'll be saving up to buy a better place. Which a good one will probably cost us in the hundreds of gold. I'll start looking in a bit to see about what we'd want. If everyone could put in as much as they like to put in, that would be great." Prince announced, smiling widely. After that was done, he walked over to the back of the couch and leaned on it. With a quick motioned he pulled up the menu again and pulled his inventory, pulling out the book. He shrugged at Raijin, giving him an apologetic look. "As far as I can tell, it's just a book. It has some weird writing on it though, just not a whole lot of it..." He began, flipping through the pages of the book. Each page had a minimalistic amount of words on it and all of them were foreign to him, as if they were an unknown language. And... each page had different style of writing, as if another different language. Again, another shrug from Prince. He quickly closed the book and dumped it back into his inventory. "I'm sure it will come into play eventually." He calculated. "I think we should do exactly what Cynthia suggested. After all, we need all of us to have graduated so we can get off this planet and begin our search and hope that somewhere along the line, we find something." He told them, sending a small smile to Cynthia.	~Real Name~ Logan West ~Username~ Prince267 ~Title~ "The White Knight" ~Real Age/In-Game Age~ 18/18 ~Real Gender/In-Game Gender~ Male/Male ~Race~ Human ~Class~ Ki Brawler ~Level~ Level: 4 ~Stat Build~ STR = 4 FOC= 2 AGI = 6 ~Skills~ ~Repair (Staff and Small Machine) ~Weapon (Staff) ~Fighting ~Cooking (Simple Dishes) ~Equipment~ ~Weapon (Staff Level 3) ~Frying Pan (Used for cooking, and hitting idiots over the head.) ~Simple Traveler's Clothes ~Silver Chain ~Small Ear Ring ~Equipment Slots~ Ear - Small Ear Ring (Slightly improves Agility) Neck - Thin Silver Chain (Gives a small amount of protection against magic projectiles.) Chest - Worn Shirt (Dyed Black) Right Hand - Staff (Two handed) Legs - Worn Pants (Gray) Spare Weapon #1 - Frying Pan ~Personality~ Logan is a rather quiet boy who tends to keep to himself. He finds it hard to be himself around people, the fear of rejection out weighing his desire to be loved. Living by himself didn't help matters either. It just led to a lot of misconceptions about him and his past. Rumors flew through the air around him. That he'd killed his own parents and that he joined the mafia. Because of his rough appearance a lot of people believed it. After all, how could a guy who looked so angry all the time be anything but bad news? In Paradise, however, Logan had no fears. Under the pretense of "Prince", he held no fear of being himself. A fun loving and warm individual. Prince can talk just a bit too much but he always means well. He's also a bit of a free spirit, doing whatever he wants when he wants. If it is something he'd rather not do, he won't. ~Background~ Logan, despite what people think, has a family that is relatively well off. When they deicded to move, he didn't want anything to change and so he stayed in their old home by himself while his parents moved to another part of the country. Not wanting to face the fear of rejection again, he decided to stay and simply play the part they'd wanted to give him. When he found out about Paradise, he asked his parents and they had the game shipped to his home. Since then, he hasn't gone out much besides going to school every now and then and soon even that ended as he spent all of his time in the game with his new friends. Because of the mask Logan could wear, he felt safe to be himself and made a few friends with whom he spent a good deal of his time. Paradise was truly a paradise for him. ~Other~ Still WIPsy since I still need Chuks approval for something. :P ☹ ("Enemies") ☺ ("Friends") ✧ ("BFFs") ♪ ("Neutral") ♡ ("Could Be Something More ~") Characters: \|☹\| Prince - "..." \|✧\| Cynthia - "She's pretty awesome! She's definitely a lot more dedicated than I am, which I guess is a good thing. I have to give her props because I don't think I could ever work as hard as she does. Also... she's kind of pretty. >////> \|✧\| Marinette - "Despite always listening to music, Marinette can be pretty cool. She's pretty good at what she does even if she does like to flaunt it a bit too much. Then again, I can't say anything. I'm much weaker than her." \|✧\| cattypea - "She'd be cute if she didn't intimidate me so much. Then again, most females do that to me. But her fur is pretty cool... I kind of want to pet her but fear that I might lose my hand in doing so and it might not necessarily be Cat to take it..." \|✧\| Mantam - "Pretty... and kind. I quite like this girl." \|✧\| Hazard - "Despite being cocky, Hazard always has my back. I feel that he might be my best friend in the game and my best ally. Even when my back is turned, he never lets me down. I don't know what I'd do without the loser." \|✧\| Grey - "Despite rubbing people the wrong way, Grey is a great friend and an even better cyborg. Well, at least that's what I think. Though... he could lay off the sour berries. He needs to lighten up some times, take some siestas. Maybe I might invite him to one of mine one day." \|♪\| Raijin - "He needs a chill pill. Plox." \|♪\| Deathedge - "Also needs a chill pill..." \|✧\| CherryLover - "The little sister I never had. She cute and adorable like a.. small puppy with... a rather mean bite." How long has your character been playing the game? ~ Since it's release. How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) ~A few weeks old. (Prince is Logan's 2nd attempt at making Prince. He gave up the first time but now he's seems to be sticking with it. Mostly.) How long have they been a part of the group? ~Since it's creation a few weeks ago. He met Cynthia at level 1 and they began to find themselves bumping into one another frequently and decided to simply make a group with the cave they'd stumbled upon. Weeks later, he and Cynthia had managed to fill all of the spots in the party. Who invited them to the group? ~He and Cynthia created it. Who, from the group, did they meet first? ~Cynthia Real Name: Caroline Night Username: Cynthia Black Title: "Fatal Edge" Age: 17 (Ingame 18) Gender: Female Race: Fae (Green Dragonfly wings) Class: Blademaster Level: 5 Stat Build: STR 5 AGI 9 FOC 1 Skills: Swords (Katana, Longsword, Greatsword) Exotic Weapons (Chain Knife, Grappling Hook, Throwing Knife) Cooking Equipment: Chest Armor (Coat, Level 3) Wrist Equipment (Gloves, Vanity) Ear Equipment (Cross Earings, Vanity) Neck Equipment (Cape, Air Resistance) Sword (Katana, level 4) Sword (Longsword, Named , level 5, Fire Attribute) Sword (Greatsword, level 3) Exotic Weapon (Chain Knife, Level 2) Exotic Weapon (Grappling Hook, Level 3) Bio:: Caroline is fed up with the real world, after her sister vanished. She escaped into Paradise and threw herself into it, training constantly to escape the gnawing guilt that she might have been the reason for her sister running away. She detests nothing more than injustice, and will always stand up for what she thinks is right, no matter who is pitted against her. Other: I'll try to make his look prettier when I'm feeling less lazy. Lol.
50,113	1,347	111	1,867	444	Hazard thought about getting a supply run and thought it may be a good idea. Considering they were a little low on what they already had, it wouldnt hurt anything, especially if this new... threat was real... "Well ill be sure to send half of all the coins I get in the future to the account, wanna build that up as quickly as we can if we wanna get a decent place. I was sure I saw a real nice guild manor for like, a couple grand in gold. Kinda impossible, but hey! Goals people!" He turned to Cat and smiled "I can help you level up if a couple wanna join us" he offered. "We can send a few to make a supply run and I can take Catty and a couple others out hunting. Itll just be some slow xp gains until we can start something big, but its a better start than nothing." He reslung his rifle and walked over to Cat and stood next to her, crossing his arms as his signature smile came back as he waited for a response.	Real Name: Kyron Akin Username: Mr.Hazard Title: The Desert Bullet Age: 20 Gender: male for both Race: Esquen Class: Marksman Level: 5 Stat Build: STR : 2 FOC: 9 AGL: 4 Skills: Guns (Assault rifle, pistol, sniper rifle) Perception +Survival +Appraisal +Tracking +Foraging Equipment: Head- Hood (sneak, level 3) Ear- Empty slot Neck- Neckerchief (vanity) Chest - light Velcro vest (armor, level 3) Waist- pocket belt (increased ammo capacity, level 2) Legs- knee pads (armor, level 2) Left hand & right hand- leather fingerless gloves (armor, level 1) Weapon- (Sniper Rifle, named ,level 5, critical attribute) Weapon: (Assault Rifle, level 4) Feet- combat boots (Armor and Speed) Spare weapon #1: 10 mm pistol (10 bullet clip capacity, level 3) Spare weapon #2: Shotgun (four round capacity, level 2) Personality: Jeff tends to keep the same attitude both in and out of game. He is kind and uplifting, and tries his best to cheer up his friends. In game, he tends to act cocky in a battle, and is usually the one to crack jokes to lighten the mood. He will fight to the best of his ability when it comes to providing covering fire to protect his teammates, and never gives up even after the last bullet leaves the chamber. He is generous with the items he finds, and always volunteers to help find whatever may be needed for a suffering teammate. Background: Jeff grew up in a very restrictive environment. His parents had a large list of rules to put on him which gave him a lot of stress since he couldnt go out with his friends often or even as long as he would like. It would seem that every time he found something fun to do that allowed human interaction, his parents would take it away from him. When he came across Paradise, he thought it was amazing, but after a harsh and loud conflict in which his mother forced him out of a game session, Jeff decided he would move out. He got himself a job and rented a low income apartment in the next town, and even though his money is tight for the current time in his life, he couldnt be happier to play online with his friends whenever he pleased. Other: Whenever Jeff makes a headshot, he always says "Boom, headshot" due to it being one of his favorite quotes. His number one favorite quote is: "Do not call me a coward in battle, I like to kill my enemies while looking them in the eyes through a high powered rifle scope at four miles away." In game: Prince- Great guy and a better friend. He brought me into this group and Im thankful for it. A great friend. Cynthia- She is pretty damn cool, bit of a badass which I like, its weird though, I always get the weirdest feeling of deja vu around her... Marinette- Good ol Mari!! definite best friend. I wanna be her drinking buddy once I turn 21 cattypea- Catty is a sweet girl, albeit a little quiet, But willing to learn which I can respect! Mantam- Sweet gal, a great friend and someone to talk to Hazard- Pssh, 10/10 would go gay for, Grey- My friendly rival! At the end of the day we always see who got the most hits... its me Raijin- Raijin Caijin! Sometimes I think he is more animal than human, but he is a cool dude, with a badass wolf Deathedge- Mysterious, but i know he means well. Needs to open up more! CherryLover- Sweet little cherry, kinda feels like a little sister in a way How long has your character been playing the game? Since release How long has this particular "character" been in the game? First character made once the game started How long have they been a part of the group? He was about the halfway mark Who invited them to the group? Prince Who, from the group, did they meet first? Prince came across him while exploring at one point and decided to do a quest with him. been friends since.
50,114	1,347	112	377	26,014	If reasured catty that Hazard spoke, offered his help. It made her feel as if she wasn't about to be given the boot, and that made her feel a million times better. She smiled and nodded, "thank you" she said softly, "I'm patient and now it appears I won't be able to get back to my uncle, Aunt and Cousins, so, have all the time in the world" she said, slight bitterness entering her tone without meaning to. She sighed, remembering her staff, and darted into the cave to go retrieve it, returning in moments, to stand with Hazard once more. "I appreciate the help. Safety in numbers and all of that stuff" she managed a smile, looking about at the others	Just cause I like to be thorough: 1. What would you like to be called? Caits is more then fine, since it's just a shortening of my name in real life and I like it. 2. Have an age for us? Just turned 23. Hell, where did the year go? 3. How long have you been RPing? Hm. I started between the ages of 15-16. So roughly 7, 8 years. Well. Where did that time go? 4. How many RPs are you in currently? Hum. Let's see. Five. None of which are very demanding at the moment, and I currently have a lot of time on my hands. 5. What would you say are your strengths? I'm kind and caring. I'm very adaptable, and willing to work with others. I am able to play both males and females, despite being female. I can write anywhere from one word, to 1000 in a post (although 1000 ones are rare!). 6.Weaknesses? Spelling would be my main weakness, but I do use spell check, Google and dictionaries. I get very attached to my characters, which I wouldn't consider a weakness. 7. Which do you prefer playing villain or hero? I actually enjoy playing both. I don't particularly have a preference! I find it interesting playing both. 8. If you had to use one word to describe yourself, what would it be? Loyal. 9. If you could have any super power, what would it be? Just one? Empathy. Simply because I am a Nurse. Being able to know others emotions would be extremely beneficial there. 10. Do you believe that you will be committed to this RP? Yes. It is an absolutely fantastic idea. I have been looking for something like this, and will be excited to be apart of this! Real Name: Kalinda Differ Username: cattypea Title: the Nature Queen Age: 19 Gender: Female, in game and i. Real life. Race: wild born Class: Purist Level: 4 Stat Build: STR: 2 FOC: 5 AGI: 5 Skills: Cooking Trapping Taming +Melee combat +Wilderness Movement +Survival Equipment Magical staff (weapon) Short sword (weapon) Rope Cooking pot Water skin/canteen (whatever) Equipment (body) Head hood (level three), Ear: a simple earring, Neck: Necklace of Amag, (a magical item) Chest,waist, legs: light weight leather armor, and robe offering protection Left hand:glove, purely protective Right Hand: Glove, purely protective Feet: fur skin boots, purely protective Spare weapon: dagger Personality Kalinda is a soft spoken person. She doesn't voice her opinions too much, nor does she draw attention to herself. She does have a fiery nature, but most times, she is quite, serious, watchful and caring. At times she almost seems afraid. Certainly, she tries to stay away from others, and is often seen alone. She tries not to be judgemental, not wanting to judge people based on their appearances. In the game, she is able to shine. She comes out of her shell, and is able to be who she wishes to be, instead of the shy, quite mousy girl she portrays in the real world. Background Kalinda's background is somewhat...Trauma filled. She had a stable childhood until she was four, nearly five. Then, her parents took her to see her grandparents,'and on the way home, they were hit by a drunk driver. Her mother died instantly, her father lived for another hour, and the drunk driver died instantly as well. Kalinda, strapped in tight and secure, did not suffer badly. They were on a country road, and it was a few hours until someone else came along. Alone, scared and crying, Kalinda had bloodied her hands trying to get out the seat belt, which was badly jammed, and had yelled herself horse, for her parents, for anyone to help. She was rescued, and was soon taken in by her uncle, who her parents had chosen as her guardian, given the fact he had two children aged three and four. Despite this, she began quite, reserved, never really getting over the accident. She often has dreams about it. She developed a attachment to video games, and when Paradise came out, she asked for it. Her uncle, willing to give her it, complied. Other Since the stupid image won't appear, here's the link for her in game appearance! Whew. Let me know if anything needs to be changed. I hope I did well. I can change her background ground if need be, as I realise it could be seen as...bad. She's been adapted from another character of mine. I hope all the formatting is good. I also wish I had something other then anime to work with, but...I just lost all of my real life photos.
50,115	1,347	113	446	7,203	Cynthia nodded at Raijin, saying "I'll go with you. I need to make a call. Those of us with family better make a call too, sooner rather than later. Tell them you're alright and warn them NOT to try to take out out of the game themselves, in case that part wasn't an idle threat. I don't want to lose any of you to good intents." She eyed the group, then turned to the Pilot. "Well then, Cherry, I suppose you must be in this with us too. Feel free to join either group, safety in numbers and all that, and watch out for PKers. I'm assuming not everybody in the game knows what's going on, or there would be something more than a small newscast about it." She looked back at the cave and her thoughts went out on a tangent. "If we're not going to use this as home base, we should use it for something. Storage, a hideout, something. I'd hate to just let it go." With that, she turned toward the direction of town and walked to the edge of the clearing, waiting for whoever was coming to join her.	I have no clue how skills and stats work here too so if someone can give me a brief explaination on the average values a level 4 has, it'll really help! :D Live every waking moment like it is your last, for every step and mistake you make will haunt you till you pass. Real/Player Name: Rowen Hae Gen Myoun Character Name: R. Tiger Title: The Lost Age: 20 Real Gender: Male In-game Gender: Male Race: Wildborn Class: Purist LeveL: 4 Appearance. R. Tiger, Rowen's character, appears as a very-fit looking man with several feline traits. His ears are pointed and tipped with fur and two lines of thicker facial hair form stripes down his cheeks, as well as prepossessing a long bushy tail. His hair is light brown and swept back, tied in a pony tail behind and growing past his sideburns and along his jaw in front. However, unlike quite a disturbing number of wildborn players who like their appearance 'au-naturale' (see: very, very naked), for less than appropriate reasons. Rowen dresses immaculately, donning a sturdy swallow-tailed coat and canvas trousers that fit snuggly into tan hide metal boots -alongside a red, tattered scarf that hangs around his neck, waist long and flowing in the wind behind him. Though it was once a beginner's item, he has painstakingly upgraded it many times over and is now his trademark accessory. He can wear such armor that would usually be only considered by marksmen and lighter melee classes because of his higher than usual investment into STR, by Purist standards, making up for the slight lack of FOC with slightly better equipment. STR: Second Highest Stat FOC: Highest Stat AGI: Lowest Stat (I have no idea how stat distribution works here so this is a placeholder till then.) Flamebolt: One of the few possible miracles a Purist begins their journey with. This ancient incantation releases a bolt of solid fire that quickly homes in on it's target, detonating upon impact with a fair amount of force and heat. Mastering such long-lost magic is the first step to becoming a true sorcerer. Blink: Having learnt to step beyond the boundaries of space momentarily, a Purist makes use of the planet's rotation to seemingly teleport a short distance away from where they previously were. Leaving both enemies and audiences bewildered in awe. Nature's Lore (Survival): You have learnt how to identify and analyse flora and minerals found in the wilds of various planets, as well as how to prepare simple concoctions with them! Medium Armor Proficiency I (Common): You have learnt how to properly wear hide and aluminium armor, as well as conditioned yourself to move freely in them! Chest - Neck - Legs - Feet - Right Ringfinger - Weapon #1: Weapon #2: *Unmentioned slots are empty. Personality: Rowen has always been abit of an oddball, ever the epicurean, he braves new experiences with vigor and a unflinching curiousity. Though some may consider this an admirable trait, they are far and few between. Most of the time, it leaves those around him uncomfortable and sneering at him. Maybe it is because of this that he enjoys Paradise much more than real life, here he is judged less and the consequences are (were) far more lenient. He has even made some friends in the online game. His experiments have even proved useful every once in awhile. But despite his quirk, Rowen is not without common sense well ...not... totally without it, at least. Like how he clearly tells right from wrong and has a moral compass to guide him, even in a game where the lines between both are blurred. An ideal he sometimes holds above himself for what he thinks is the greater good. Background: (I'd like to keep most of this for discovery through the game so there might not be much I would post here :X, if that's okay? I'll post what his friends would generally know though.) Rowen is his english name and was raised by korean parents who left their country and traveled alot. Never staying in one place, he learnt about the world through first hand experience and never really thought of anywhere as his home. They worked for the CDC (Center for Control of Diseases) and were always in some hotspot, scarce of people. But in recent years where outbreaks have slowed, he has been able to truly be in a society and see how things go. This year he is supposed to enter a local university full-Time but has made a small group of close friends over an online game for quite awhile, he was about to tell them the news when .......something happened. Other: Rowen's dysfunctional choice of being a Wildborn, a race geared towards the physical, and yet a Purist, the most magically oriented class of Paradise, was something of a testing grounds in preparation for his second character. He certainly did not expect to have made friends halfway, or be permernantly stuck with his bad choices when Standish went all psychopathic on them.
50,116	1,347	114	1,918	8,272	I could use to keep any other beasts I captured. So, who are you calling if you don't mind me asking. I'm calling my foster sister. Raijin followed Cynthia, stopping only to toss Prince a coin bag. "My donation, half my savings from this and my previous account. I'd say that's about 50 gold coins. The rest will go towards the supplies." Raijin waved towards the others, Void following behind him.	Name:Void Level:5 Beast type:Wolf Skills: +Wilderness Movement +Melee Combat Stats: Str:8 Foc:0 Agi:7 Personality: She is very sweet outside of combat, tending to play a lot and snuggle with her master's companion's. But in battle, she is a vicious fighter, going after her master's enemies with savage brilliance. She is more of a tank then her master, but still remains speedy due to the fact that she has no magic abilities and thus doesn't need to skill points placed in her Focus stat. \|☺\| Prince: "Prince is an okay guy, but he could stand to have a little motivation. And maybe be a little more energy, I swear 95% of the time he spends in this game is sleeping. Okay that is an exaggeration, it's closer to 80%." \|☺\|,possible rival, Cynthia:"She's a nice person, plus she's fun to mess with a little. And she knows how to take a joke and throw one right back. I'd say she's pretty, but this is a video game, so I don't know for sure(not that I particularly care), or even a girl(which I do care about). The trials and tribulations of meeting people over the net." \|☺\| Marinette:"She's cool, a bit to cool though. She doesn't seemed to be the kind that gets phased by much. Has interesting taste in music, that's for sure." \|☺\| cattypea:"She's an interesting one, she nice and caring, but strict. Kinda like a mom, or at least how I think a mom is. I don't have a of knowledge on the subject, only what I see on TV. She can also be very outspoken." \|☺\| Mantam:" Nice and cheery, she's the absolute last person I would expect to run into in a game like Paradise. Not an escapist bon in her body, unlike me, but I guess that what I like about her. Out of all the people here, I'd say she's the most carefree. This excludes Prince, as his level of carefree-ness is of the charts." \|☺\|Hazard: "Cocky, crack-shot, and a Razor sharp wit, what's not to like about the guy. Defintely my first choice in battle." \|♪ \|Grey:"Guy's alright, but he's rather confusing. Half the time I don't know whether he's joking or not, but maybe that's him getting into the role as a robot. I'm not completely convinced he isn't to be honest." \|☹ \| Raijin: "Raijin is who I wish I was, who I want to be. But I can never be that person. And that's why I hate him, why I hate me. Can we move on to someone else now, please?" \|♪ \| Deathedge: He's okay I guess, but he looks so mad all the time. Tend not to talk to him a lot, so I don't know that much about him." \|☺\| CherryLover: "She the prime target for my mischief. If there's one thing I love, it's messing with hot heads. She's just to easy to mess with, and her reactions are hilarious. She probably doesn't like me that much." How long has your character been playing the game? "I've been in Paradise since it's activation. It's the ultimate form of escapism, and I needed to escape. If this game hadn't came out when it did. . . well let's just say I'm glad it did and leave it at that." How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) "I have two character's, one's a purist, the other is this one. I got bored of being a purist and decided to go with Xenomaster because, hey, like animals. Thi is a class that uses them, let's play ball." How long have they been a part of the group? "I'd say around a week or two." Who invited them to the group? "Prince, dude just walked up to me one day and said, 'Hey wanna join my group?' I said yes because why the hell not, and the rest is history." Who, from the group, did they meet first? "The answer to this question is stated above, jeez you need to pay more attention."
50,117	1,347	115	560	1,409	Well damn... "Well damn." The announcement turned automatically turned off her speaker-- no one touched her tunes. Still, she realized the gravity of the message, and petty anger over needing to rest a musical device seemed innappropros, all things considered. That didn't mean she... he -- they, Ness and the persona of Marinette, freaked out, Marinette simply blended in the background noise of the other reactions with a shrug. The threat of death was the thing that scarred her the most, but even that failed to break through her poker face. She tried to handle it coolly, that was who Marinette was, perhaps with slowed actions, she picked up the cigar Hazard dropped with the announcement and puffed away as the rest of her party dealt with the news. Mantam fainting even made her chuckle a little. Well damn. The two words perfectly summed up her reaction to the news. Marinette recognized the possibility that it may have been a hoax-- or some in game event-- something though, her intuition, told her it was something more serious though, and if that was the case, she really didn't have much of a choice. No point in raising a fuss. She was Marinette, the free-running freelancer-- protected by Marinette the Loa! She'd be fine. ...still... might wanna sacrifice a pig or two... Marinette took the cigar out of her mouth and exhaled from her nostrils, "Well damn..." She parroted herself, she approached Hazard and Catty, a smirk rising on her deadpan face, "Looks like we'll get those team fights now... Should've been more careful what I wished for!"	Username: Marinette Bwa'Chech Title: "The Based" Gender: In-game: Female Race: Esquen Class: Freelancer Level: 5 Stat Build: STR: 1, Considerably low. FOC: 7, Above average, on equal grounds with AGI. The points taken out of STR were put into this stat. AGI: 7, Above average, on equal grounds with FOC. The points taken out of STR were put into this stat. Skills: +Stealth +General Agility (acrobatics, gymnastics, free running, and parkour) +Basic Magical Telekinetic Combat +Survival +Poison Making Equipment (Body): Head: (Keffiyeh, Level 0, named 'Vagabond's Keffiyeh': Standard item for any Esquen, aids with survival in the desert. Can only be equipped in combat or in desert/desert-like environments. Increased perception in sandstorms.) Face: (Make-up, Level 4, named 'La Máscara de la Muerte': Remain undetected by undead or unholy creatures.) Ear: (Hair decoration, Level 1, named 'Rose's Axel': A non-stat boosting aesthetic item, allows the player to port their own music into Paradise. In game can serve as either headphones or a speaker.) Neck: (Scarf, Level 0, named 'Vagabond's Spare': Always have a spare in case of emergency! Provides some protection against harsh desert sands.) Chest: (Light armor, Level 4, named 'Desert Long Tunic': Great all purpose light armor that consists of a weave of leather straps and a light-colored long tunic. Protects chest and arms.) Right Arm: (Pauldron, Level 4, named 'Comedy': Increases STR) Left Arm: (Pauldron, Level 4, named 'Tragedy': Increases AGI) Left hand: (Glove, Level 3, named 'Glove of the pharaoh': Slightly increase FOC) Right Hand: (Glove, Level 3, named 'Glove of the pharaoh': Slightly increase FOC) Right Finger: (N/A) Left Finger: (Ring, Level 5, named 'Friends on the Other Side': Once a day, summon an undead creature at half your level to do your bidding for you. The creature will disappear if it survives until the end of the day or if it's killed in battle.) Waist: (Belt, Level 2, named 'Mistal belt': Loot retrieved from a fallen, low level boss. It provides bonuses to AGI when health drops below 40%) Legs: (Pants, Level 0, named 'Vagabond's trousers': Standard item for any Esquen, aids with survival in the desert. Slight bonus to running.) Right ankle: (N/A) Left Ankle: (N/A) Feet: (Boots, Level 3, named 'Roc's boots': Leather boots with an exterior covered in a downy layer of Roc feathers. These boots enable the use of feather fall once a day. "You got Roc's boots! You feel light as a feather!") Misc.: (Bracelet, Level 0, named 'Serpent's bond': A bracelet in the style of a snake curling up the wearer's arm, it is metallic and appears to be digging into the wearer's arm and fusing with their flesh. Serpent's bond ties it's users soul and life force with an animal companion. In exchange for this, the wearer is given some abilities and bonuses of the creature (poison resistance, stealth).) Equipment (Weapons): Primary Weapon: (Magic, Level 0 - 5, 'Basic magic': -- ) Secondary Weapon: (Ranged, Level 3, 'Beginner's crossbow (foldable)': A very basic crossbow, it can folded down and hidden very easily. This ease of stealth significantly takes away from it's attacking power.) Spare Weapon #1: (Dagger, Level 2, 'Poisoned Dagger': A low level dagger that has been coated in Esquen Cobra venom.) Spare Weapon #1: (Mace, Level 1, 'Scorpio's tail': A lighter, more sharpened mace weapon, made from the carapace of a giant scorpion. While much faster to swing, it takes a penalty to raw attacking power.) Pet: An Esquen Cobra named 'Anima Sola.' --- Character Appearance: Body. Face. Real Name: Ernest 'Ness' Lackyn Age: 21 Gender: Biological:Assumed Male (Gender fluid) Personality: Ernesto is a secretive and quiet individual, preferring to talk about non-sense or others than of his own self, you would never know if he was doing poorly on a given day. A symptom of this is a tendency to lie to avoid the possibility of others feeling concern for him. His entire life Ness walked on eggshells, this gives the impression that he isn't particularly comfortable in his own skin, just being who he is. In Paradise, however, Ness, as Marinette is a much more open individual, while still prone to secrets and obfuscating the truth to avoid conflict, he finds sharing his own opinions and interests much more possible. As the avatar Ness has an easier way with people, and even develops something of a snarky sense of humor. Marinette acts more confident than Ness, and gives the impression of confidence and even cockiness. Ness' appreciation of mythology and vodou is much more pronounced when acting as Marinette, often using the Loa as descriptors for certain situations, items or enemies-- even going so far as to pray to them. Background: An Afro-Mexican child born out of wedlock, Ernest was raised in southern California by a single mother and, surrounded by poverty and crime, Ness found himself very easily immersed in the culture and comfort of video games and false reality. School for Ness was less 'do your best' and more 'get by with whatever works so you can go home and play more video games.' While never being particularly isolationist or avoidant, his personality appeared on the surface to be standoffish and even arrogant, earning contempt from his peers that he perceived as no fault of his own. Ness didn't make any make any real friends until high school, when he was exposed to the anime and video game clubs of SoCal, through them he was able to vastly expand his tastes and options of games he could play. He would also go on to form the first long lasting non-familial relationships in his life. Finding pleasure in gaming and the companionship he found through gaming, Ness became inspired to begin animating through high school and eventually found himself going to art school through a scholarship, something his mother of little means never thought was possible. Now an intern at a small San Francisco game developing company, he has begun to work freelance in television and internet animation-- despite it all though, through working through the isolation of his youth and growth thanks to exposure to like minds, two things have remained consistent about him; his love of his Mother and all the things she taught him about Vodou and syncretic religions, and his childlike enjoyment of video games, especially mmorpgs. Paradise, then, soon became his new addiction after it's release. He was one of the first in line on launch and has practically based his life around having enough free time to play the game. Initially he started playing mostly solo or with his friends in real life, eventually however, he developed bonds with other players in the game, finding it easier to 'be open' with them. Appearance: ☹ ("Enemies") ☺ ("Friends") ✧ ("BFFs") ♪ ("Neutral") ♡ ("Could Be Something More ~") --- ✧/♡ Prince: "Sleeps a little much, but he's one of the first people I met online here-- and he's pretty much always on to talk about whatever or just listen. A real bro." ✧ Cynthia: " ♪ Marinette: "I kind of am just neutral towards myself-- and the music note is most fitting when placed next to my name." ✧/♡ cattypea: "NO I'm not into furries that's weird, she just seems like an alright person is all.." ☺ Mantam: "A radical dame who likes to play games, we haven't really gotten to know each other though." ✧ Hazard: "Ayyy. True homie 4 Lyfe. We ride together we die together. Mythos represent." ☹/☺/♡ Grey: "Not in a bad way, we're more like... friendly rivals. We're both sneaky and non-conventional, just on opposite sides of the spectrum. Also his class is awful and I'm better than him in pretty much every way imaginable." ☺ Raijin: "Seems alright, haven't gotten much 1 on 1 time though." ☹ Deathedge: "2edgy4me" ✧ CherryLover: "She's like the little sister I never needed, but always wanted." --- How long has your character been playing the game? "Few days after release, it was the prize of a design contest they had at school-- and I happened to win" How long has this particular "character" been in the game? "Since I got the system itself." How long have they been a part of the group? "About a month?" Who invited them to the group? "Cynthia. Without knowing it we ended up co-oping on a quest, and it saved us both a few hours. She asked if I wanted to be part of a theoretical clan, I told her 'theoretically,' she said welcome aboard." Who, from the group, did they meet first? "Hazard, actually. Although Cynthia and Prince were the first people I had extended conversations with" Other:Marinette is almost always listening to music.
50,118	1,347	116	1,046	4,333	Letting his staff materialize at his side from his inventory, Prince went over to Hazard and Cat with a smile on his face. "I hope you don't mind letting me join you. I need a bit of leveling as well. With the two of us, I doubt it'll take very long." He explained, standing to the right of Cat. He made pains not to get too close to her, or anyone here. Why, he didn't understand. He just noticed that he was doing it and he didn't feel like stopping. If what that man had said was true, Prince's Paradise was even more fragile than he'd once thought. If he could split himself into and go protect both groups, he would. But for now, he knew where he needed to be and where he WOULD be every night from now on. He was just sort of late on the ball. Nothing like the end to make you run a bit faster to keep it everything going. Prince suddenly felt like a gerbil, desperately try to run on his little wheel to keep the dream going, to keep the facade of happiness alive. Prince turned his head to Hazard with a smile. "I'm in your hands, Hazard-Sensei." He joked, chuckling to himself softly.	~Real Name~ Logan West ~Username~ Prince267 ~Title~ "The White Knight" ~Real Age/In-Game Age~ 18/18 ~Real Gender/In-Game Gender~ Male/Male ~Race~ Human ~Class~ Ki Brawler ~Level~ Level: 4 ~Stat Build~ STR = 4 FOC= 2 AGI = 6 ~Skills~ ~Repair (Staff and Small Machine) ~Weapon (Staff) ~Fighting ~Cooking (Simple Dishes) ~Equipment~ ~Weapon (Staff Level 3) ~Frying Pan (Used for cooking, and hitting idiots over the head.) ~Simple Traveler's Clothes ~Silver Chain ~Small Ear Ring ~Equipment Slots~ Ear - Small Ear Ring (Slightly improves Agility) Neck - Thin Silver Chain (Gives a small amount of protection against magic projectiles.) Chest - Worn Shirt (Dyed Black) Right Hand - Staff (Two handed) Legs - Worn Pants (Gray) Spare Weapon #1 - Frying Pan ~Personality~ Logan is a rather quiet boy who tends to keep to himself. He finds it hard to be himself around people, the fear of rejection out weighing his desire to be loved. Living by himself didn't help matters either. It just led to a lot of misconceptions about him and his past. Rumors flew through the air around him. That he'd killed his own parents and that he joined the mafia. Because of his rough appearance a lot of people believed it. After all, how could a guy who looked so angry all the time be anything but bad news? In Paradise, however, Logan had no fears. Under the pretense of "Prince", he held no fear of being himself. A fun loving and warm individual. Prince can talk just a bit too much but he always means well. He's also a bit of a free spirit, doing whatever he wants when he wants. If it is something he'd rather not do, he won't. ~Background~ Logan, despite what people think, has a family that is relatively well off. When they deicded to move, he didn't want anything to change and so he stayed in their old home by himself while his parents moved to another part of the country. Not wanting to face the fear of rejection again, he decided to stay and simply play the part they'd wanted to give him. When he found out about Paradise, he asked his parents and they had the game shipped to his home. Since then, he hasn't gone out much besides going to school every now and then and soon even that ended as he spent all of his time in the game with his new friends. Because of the mask Logan could wear, he felt safe to be himself and made a few friends with whom he spent a good deal of his time. Paradise was truly a paradise for him. ~Other~ Still WIPsy since I still need Chuks approval for something. :P ☹ ("Enemies") ☺ ("Friends") ✧ ("BFFs") ♪ ("Neutral") ♡ ("Could Be Something More ~") Characters: \|☹\| Prince - "..." \|✧\| Cynthia - "She's pretty awesome! She's definitely a lot more dedicated than I am, which I guess is a good thing. I have to give her props because I don't think I could ever work as hard as she does. Also... she's kind of pretty. >////> \|✧\| Marinette - "Despite always listening to music, Marinette can be pretty cool. She's pretty good at what she does even if she does like to flaunt it a bit too much. Then again, I can't say anything. I'm much weaker than her." \|✧\| cattypea - "She'd be cute if she didn't intimidate me so much. Then again, most females do that to me. But her fur is pretty cool... I kind of want to pet her but fear that I might lose my hand in doing so and it might not necessarily be Cat to take it..." \|✧\| Mantam - "Pretty... and kind. I quite like this girl." \|✧\| Hazard - "Despite being cocky, Hazard always has my back. I feel that he might be my best friend in the game and my best ally. Even when my back is turned, he never lets me down. I don't know what I'd do without the loser." \|✧\| Grey - "Despite rubbing people the wrong way, Grey is a great friend and an even better cyborg. Well, at least that's what I think. Though... he could lay off the sour berries. He needs to lighten up some times, take some siestas. Maybe I might invite him to one of mine one day." \|♪\| Raijin - "He needs a chill pill. Plox." \|♪\| Deathedge - "Also needs a chill pill..." \|✧\| CherryLover - "The little sister I never had. She cute and adorable like a.. small puppy with... a rather mean bite." How long has your character been playing the game? ~ Since it's release. How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) ~A few weeks old. (Prince is Logan's 2nd attempt at making Prince. He gave up the first time but now he's seems to be sticking with it. Mostly.) How long have they been a part of the group? ~Since it's creation a few weeks ago. He met Cynthia at level 1 and they began to find themselves bumping into one another frequently and decided to simply make a group with the cave they'd stumbled upon. Weeks later, he and Cynthia had managed to fill all of the spots in the party. Who invited them to the group? ~He and Cynthia created it. Who, from the group, did they meet first? ~Cynthia Real Name: Caroline Night Username: Cynthia Black Title: "Fatal Edge" Age: 17 (Ingame 18) Gender: Female Race: Fae (Green Dragonfly wings) Class: Blademaster Level: 5 Stat Build: STR 5 AGI 9 FOC 1 Skills: Swords (Katana, Longsword, Greatsword) Exotic Weapons (Chain Knife, Grappling Hook, Throwing Knife) Cooking Equipment: Chest Armor (Coat, Level 3) Wrist Equipment (Gloves, Vanity) Ear Equipment (Cross Earings, Vanity) Neck Equipment (Cape, Air Resistance) Sword (Katana, level 4) Sword (Longsword, Named , level 5, Fire Attribute) Sword (Greatsword, level 3) Exotic Weapon (Chain Knife, Level 2) Exotic Weapon (Grappling Hook, Level 3) Bio:: Caroline is fed up with the real world, after her sister vanished. She escaped into Paradise and threw herself into it, training constantly to escape the gnawing guilt that she might have been the reason for her sister running away. She detests nothing more than injustice, and will always stand up for what she thinks is right, no matter who is pitted against her. Other: I'll try to make his look prettier when I'm feeling less lazy. Lol.
50,119	1,347	117	377	26,014	Catty smiled, reloef flowing over her. She wasn't going to be alone, training. She preferred not to be alone, but would have gonr out by herself if need beshe was glad that wasn't the case. She was glad that she was given help, instead of being considered a lia ility. She did notice how Prince seemed to stand as if he were a part of them, but not. It was almost like he was afraid to get close. As if one of them might stab him in the back and leave him for dead. She frowned, and looked around at everyone. what are your real lives like, to have made you immerse yourselves in this game? What made you what you are? questions she figured that she had plenty of time to answer now, she figured. "Thank you" she said to both Prince and Hazard, but was puzzled at Marinette statement. "What do you mean?" She asked "what did you wish for?"	Just cause I like to be thorough: 1. What would you like to be called? Caits is more then fine, since it's just a shortening of my name in real life and I like it. 2. Have an age for us? Just turned 23. Hell, where did the year go? 3. How long have you been RPing? Hm. I started between the ages of 15-16. So roughly 7, 8 years. Well. Where did that time go? 4. How many RPs are you in currently? Hum. Let's see. Five. None of which are very demanding at the moment, and I currently have a lot of time on my hands. 5. What would you say are your strengths? I'm kind and caring. I'm very adaptable, and willing to work with others. I am able to play both males and females, despite being female. I can write anywhere from one word, to 1000 in a post (although 1000 ones are rare!). 6.Weaknesses? Spelling would be my main weakness, but I do use spell check, Google and dictionaries. I get very attached to my characters, which I wouldn't consider a weakness. 7. Which do you prefer playing villain or hero? I actually enjoy playing both. I don't particularly have a preference! I find it interesting playing both. 8. If you had to use one word to describe yourself, what would it be? Loyal. 9. If you could have any super power, what would it be? Just one? Empathy. Simply because I am a Nurse. Being able to know others emotions would be extremely beneficial there. 10. Do you believe that you will be committed to this RP? Yes. It is an absolutely fantastic idea. I have been looking for something like this, and will be excited to be apart of this! Real Name: Kalinda Differ Username: cattypea Title: the Nature Queen Age: 19 Gender: Female, in game and i. Real life. Race: wild born Class: Purist Level: 4 Stat Build: STR: 2 FOC: 5 AGI: 5 Skills: Cooking Trapping Taming +Melee combat +Wilderness Movement +Survival Equipment Magical staff (weapon) Short sword (weapon) Rope Cooking pot Water skin/canteen (whatever) Equipment (body) Head hood (level three), Ear: a simple earring, Neck: Necklace of Amag, (a magical item) Chest,waist, legs: light weight leather armor, and robe offering protection Left hand:glove, purely protective Right Hand: Glove, purely protective Feet: fur skin boots, purely protective Spare weapon: dagger Personality Kalinda is a soft spoken person. She doesn't voice her opinions too much, nor does she draw attention to herself. She does have a fiery nature, but most times, she is quite, serious, watchful and caring. At times she almost seems afraid. Certainly, she tries to stay away from others, and is often seen alone. She tries not to be judgemental, not wanting to judge people based on their appearances. In the game, she is able to shine. She comes out of her shell, and is able to be who she wishes to be, instead of the shy, quite mousy girl she portrays in the real world. Background Kalinda's background is somewhat...Trauma filled. She had a stable childhood until she was four, nearly five. Then, her parents took her to see her grandparents,'and on the way home, they were hit by a drunk driver. Her mother died instantly, her father lived for another hour, and the drunk driver died instantly as well. Kalinda, strapped in tight and secure, did not suffer badly. They were on a country road, and it was a few hours until someone else came along. Alone, scared and crying, Kalinda had bloodied her hands trying to get out the seat belt, which was badly jammed, and had yelled herself horse, for her parents, for anyone to help. She was rescued, and was soon taken in by her uncle, who her parents had chosen as her guardian, given the fact he had two children aged three and four. Despite this, she began quite, reserved, never really getting over the accident. She often has dreams about it. She developed a attachment to video games, and when Paradise came out, she asked for it. Her uncle, willing to give her it, complied. Other Since the stupid image won't appear, here's the link for her in game appearance! Whew. Let me know if anything needs to be changed. I hope I did well. I can change her background ground if need be, as I realise it could be seen as...bad. She's been adapted from another character of mine. I hope all the formatting is good. I also wish I had something other then anime to work with, but...I just lost all of my real life photos.
50,120	1,347	118	560	1,409	What do you mean? Catty asked, an inquisitive expression on her face, "what did you wish for?" Marinette was lucky the make-up she wore prevented anyone from seeing the character blush, "Well what had happened was..." Scratched the back of her head, ruffling her hair a little, embarrassed in retrospect, her smile became more and more sheepish as she stalled to think of something to say. "Well, Cats, if we're going to be completely honest, I actually kind of wished we did something like this... I certainly didn't wish for THIS," She gestured around the world, holding up the Book of Life as if it was the cause of all of their problems, "But I did find myself wishing we went out and did something that this..." Marinette placed a finger on her lower lip as she paused to think of the right word, "Galvanized us to go out and do-- which is recklessly fight monsters." "I guess I just..." She found herself lost just looking at the Book, considering the implications of it's existence more seriously, "I guess I wished we'd go do some impressive impossible challenge, or whatever-- I still do-- so in a weird, sick way, this is kind of exactly what I wished for..."	Username: Marinette Bwa'Chech Title: "The Based" Gender: In-game: Female Race: Esquen Class: Freelancer Level: 5 Stat Build: STR: 1, Considerably low. FOC: 7, Above average, on equal grounds with AGI. The points taken out of STR were put into this stat. AGI: 7, Above average, on equal grounds with FOC. The points taken out of STR were put into this stat. Skills: +Stealth +General Agility (acrobatics, gymnastics, free running, and parkour) +Basic Magical Telekinetic Combat +Survival +Poison Making Equipment (Body): Head: (Keffiyeh, Level 0, named 'Vagabond's Keffiyeh': Standard item for any Esquen, aids with survival in the desert. Can only be equipped in combat or in desert/desert-like environments. Increased perception in sandstorms.) Face: (Make-up, Level 4, named 'La Máscara de la Muerte': Remain undetected by undead or unholy creatures.) Ear: (Hair decoration, Level 1, named 'Rose's Axel': A non-stat boosting aesthetic item, allows the player to port their own music into Paradise. In game can serve as either headphones or a speaker.) Neck: (Scarf, Level 0, named 'Vagabond's Spare': Always have a spare in case of emergency! Provides some protection against harsh desert sands.) Chest: (Light armor, Level 4, named 'Desert Long Tunic': Great all purpose light armor that consists of a weave of leather straps and a light-colored long tunic. Protects chest and arms.) Right Arm: (Pauldron, Level 4, named 'Comedy': Increases STR) Left Arm: (Pauldron, Level 4, named 'Tragedy': Increases AGI) Left hand: (Glove, Level 3, named 'Glove of the pharaoh': Slightly increase FOC) Right Hand: (Glove, Level 3, named 'Glove of the pharaoh': Slightly increase FOC) Right Finger: (N/A) Left Finger: (Ring, Level 5, named 'Friends on the Other Side': Once a day, summon an undead creature at half your level to do your bidding for you. The creature will disappear if it survives until the end of the day or if it's killed in battle.) Waist: (Belt, Level 2, named 'Mistal belt': Loot retrieved from a fallen, low level boss. It provides bonuses to AGI when health drops below 40%) Legs: (Pants, Level 0, named 'Vagabond's trousers': Standard item for any Esquen, aids with survival in the desert. Slight bonus to running.) Right ankle: (N/A) Left Ankle: (N/A) Feet: (Boots, Level 3, named 'Roc's boots': Leather boots with an exterior covered in a downy layer of Roc feathers. These boots enable the use of feather fall once a day. "You got Roc's boots! You feel light as a feather!") Misc.: (Bracelet, Level 0, named 'Serpent's bond': A bracelet in the style of a snake curling up the wearer's arm, it is metallic and appears to be digging into the wearer's arm and fusing with their flesh. Serpent's bond ties it's users soul and life force with an animal companion. In exchange for this, the wearer is given some abilities and bonuses of the creature (poison resistance, stealth).) Equipment (Weapons): Primary Weapon: (Magic, Level 0 - 5, 'Basic magic': -- ) Secondary Weapon: (Ranged, Level 3, 'Beginner's crossbow (foldable)': A very basic crossbow, it can folded down and hidden very easily. This ease of stealth significantly takes away from it's attacking power.) Spare Weapon #1: (Dagger, Level 2, 'Poisoned Dagger': A low level dagger that has been coated in Esquen Cobra venom.) Spare Weapon #1: (Mace, Level 1, 'Scorpio's tail': A lighter, more sharpened mace weapon, made from the carapace of a giant scorpion. While much faster to swing, it takes a penalty to raw attacking power.) Pet: An Esquen Cobra named 'Anima Sola.' --- Character Appearance: Body. Face. Real Name: Ernest 'Ness' Lackyn Age: 21 Gender: Biological:Assumed Male (Gender fluid) Personality: Ernesto is a secretive and quiet individual, preferring to talk about non-sense or others than of his own self, you would never know if he was doing poorly on a given day. A symptom of this is a tendency to lie to avoid the possibility of others feeling concern for him. His entire life Ness walked on eggshells, this gives the impression that he isn't particularly comfortable in his own skin, just being who he is. In Paradise, however, Ness, as Marinette is a much more open individual, while still prone to secrets and obfuscating the truth to avoid conflict, he finds sharing his own opinions and interests much more possible. As the avatar Ness has an easier way with people, and even develops something of a snarky sense of humor. Marinette acts more confident than Ness, and gives the impression of confidence and even cockiness. Ness' appreciation of mythology and vodou is much more pronounced when acting as Marinette, often using the Loa as descriptors for certain situations, items or enemies-- even going so far as to pray to them. Background: An Afro-Mexican child born out of wedlock, Ernest was raised in southern California by a single mother and, surrounded by poverty and crime, Ness found himself very easily immersed in the culture and comfort of video games and false reality. School for Ness was less 'do your best' and more 'get by with whatever works so you can go home and play more video games.' While never being particularly isolationist or avoidant, his personality appeared on the surface to be standoffish and even arrogant, earning contempt from his peers that he perceived as no fault of his own. Ness didn't make any make any real friends until high school, when he was exposed to the anime and video game clubs of SoCal, through them he was able to vastly expand his tastes and options of games he could play. He would also go on to form the first long lasting non-familial relationships in his life. Finding pleasure in gaming and the companionship he found through gaming, Ness became inspired to begin animating through high school and eventually found himself going to art school through a scholarship, something his mother of little means never thought was possible. Now an intern at a small San Francisco game developing company, he has begun to work freelance in television and internet animation-- despite it all though, through working through the isolation of his youth and growth thanks to exposure to like minds, two things have remained consistent about him; his love of his Mother and all the things she taught him about Vodou and syncretic religions, and his childlike enjoyment of video games, especially mmorpgs. Paradise, then, soon became his new addiction after it's release. He was one of the first in line on launch and has practically based his life around having enough free time to play the game. Initially he started playing mostly solo or with his friends in real life, eventually however, he developed bonds with other players in the game, finding it easier to 'be open' with them. Appearance: ☹ ("Enemies") ☺ ("Friends") ✧ ("BFFs") ♪ ("Neutral") ♡ ("Could Be Something More ~") --- ✧/♡ Prince: "Sleeps a little much, but he's one of the first people I met online here-- and he's pretty much always on to talk about whatever or just listen. A real bro." ✧ Cynthia: " ♪ Marinette: "I kind of am just neutral towards myself-- and the music note is most fitting when placed next to my name." ✧/♡ cattypea: "NO I'm not into furries that's weird, she just seems like an alright person is all.." ☺ Mantam: "A radical dame who likes to play games, we haven't really gotten to know each other though." ✧ Hazard: "Ayyy. True homie 4 Lyfe. We ride together we die together. Mythos represent." ☹/☺/♡ Grey: "Not in a bad way, we're more like... friendly rivals. We're both sneaky and non-conventional, just on opposite sides of the spectrum. Also his class is awful and I'm better than him in pretty much every way imaginable." ☺ Raijin: "Seems alright, haven't gotten much 1 on 1 time though." ☹ Deathedge: "2edgy4me" ✧ CherryLover: "She's like the little sister I never needed, but always wanted." --- How long has your character been playing the game? "Few days after release, it was the prize of a design contest they had at school-- and I happened to win" How long has this particular "character" been in the game? "Since I got the system itself." How long have they been a part of the group? "About a month?" Who invited them to the group? "Cynthia. Without knowing it we ended up co-oping on a quest, and it saved us both a few hours. She asked if I wanted to be part of a theoretical clan, I told her 'theoretically,' she said welcome aboard." Who, from the group, did they meet first? "Hazard, actually. Although Cynthia and Prince were the first people I had extended conversations with" Other:Marinette is almost always listening to music.
50,121	1,347	119	1,867	444	Hazard had no problem whatsoever with Prince joining the two of them, "Hey man, the more the merrier! Just dont nap while were out" he said jokingly. He looked over at Mari as Catt asked what she had meant, then went on to explain what it was the Esquen had wished. "Its funny, I used to wonder what it was like to actually live a life like this, seems like now Ill get to figure that out firsthand. But hey! At least Im not alone! I got you losers!" he said with a laugh, placing his hands on his chest and beaming a smile to the group.	Real Name: Kyron Akin Username: Mr.Hazard Title: The Desert Bullet Age: 20 Gender: male for both Race: Esquen Class: Marksman Level: 5 Stat Build: STR : 2 FOC: 9 AGL: 4 Skills: Guns (Assault rifle, pistol, sniper rifle) Perception +Survival +Appraisal +Tracking +Foraging Equipment: Head- Hood (sneak, level 3) Ear- Empty slot Neck- Neckerchief (vanity) Chest - light Velcro vest (armor, level 3) Waist- pocket belt (increased ammo capacity, level 2) Legs- knee pads (armor, level 2) Left hand & right hand- leather fingerless gloves (armor, level 1) Weapon- (Sniper Rifle, named ,level 5, critical attribute) Weapon: (Assault Rifle, level 4) Feet- combat boots (Armor and Speed) Spare weapon #1: 10 mm pistol (10 bullet clip capacity, level 3) Spare weapon #2: Shotgun (four round capacity, level 2) Personality: Jeff tends to keep the same attitude both in and out of game. He is kind and uplifting, and tries his best to cheer up his friends. In game, he tends to act cocky in a battle, and is usually the one to crack jokes to lighten the mood. He will fight to the best of his ability when it comes to providing covering fire to protect his teammates, and never gives up even after the last bullet leaves the chamber. He is generous with the items he finds, and always volunteers to help find whatever may be needed for a suffering teammate. Background: Jeff grew up in a very restrictive environment. His parents had a large list of rules to put on him which gave him a lot of stress since he couldnt go out with his friends often or even as long as he would like. It would seem that every time he found something fun to do that allowed human interaction, his parents would take it away from him. When he came across Paradise, he thought it was amazing, but after a harsh and loud conflict in which his mother forced him out of a game session, Jeff decided he would move out. He got himself a job and rented a low income apartment in the next town, and even though his money is tight for the current time in his life, he couldnt be happier to play online with his friends whenever he pleased. Other: Whenever Jeff makes a headshot, he always says "Boom, headshot" due to it being one of his favorite quotes. His number one favorite quote is: "Do not call me a coward in battle, I like to kill my enemies while looking them in the eyes through a high powered rifle scope at four miles away." In game: Prince- Great guy and a better friend. He brought me into this group and Im thankful for it. A great friend. Cynthia- She is pretty damn cool, bit of a badass which I like, its weird though, I always get the weirdest feeling of deja vu around her... Marinette- Good ol Mari!! definite best friend. I wanna be her drinking buddy once I turn 21 cattypea- Catty is a sweet girl, albeit a little quiet, But willing to learn which I can respect! Mantam- Sweet gal, a great friend and someone to talk to Hazard- Pssh, 10/10 would go gay for, Grey- My friendly rival! At the end of the day we always see who got the most hits... its me Raijin- Raijin Caijin! Sometimes I think he is more animal than human, but he is a cool dude, with a badass wolf Deathedge- Mysterious, but i know he means well. Needs to open up more! CherryLover- Sweet little cherry, kinda feels like a little sister in a way How long has your character been playing the game? Since release How long has this particular "character" been in the game? First character made once the game started How long have they been a part of the group? He was about the halfway mark Who invited them to the group? Prince Who, from the group, did they meet first? Prince came across him while exploring at one point and decided to do a quest with him. been friends since.
50,122	1,347	120	1,867	444	Hazard had no problem whatsoever with Prince joining the two of them, "Hey man, the more the merrier! Just dont nap while were out" he said jokingly. He looked over at Mari as Catt asked what she had meant, then went on to explain what it was the Esquen had wished. "Its funny, I used to wonder what it was like to actually live a life like this, seems like now Ill get to figure that out firsthand. But hey! At least Im not alone! I got you losers!" he said with a laugh, placing his hands on his chest and beaming a smile to the group.	Real Name: Kyron Akin Username: Mr.Hazard Title: The Desert Bullet Age: 20 Gender: male for both Race: Esquen Class: Marksman Level: 5 Stat Build: STR : 2 FOC: 9 AGL: 4 Skills: Guns (Assault rifle, pistol, sniper rifle) Perception +Survival +Appraisal +Tracking +Foraging Equipment: Head- Hood (sneak, level 3) Ear- Empty slot Neck- Neckerchief (vanity) Chest - light Velcro vest (armor, level 3) Waist- pocket belt (increased ammo capacity, level 2) Legs- knee pads (armor, level 2) Left hand & right hand- leather fingerless gloves (armor, level 1) Weapon- (Sniper Rifle, named ,level 5, critical attribute) Weapon: (Assault Rifle, level 4) Feet- combat boots (Armor and Speed) Spare weapon #1: 10 mm pistol (10 bullet clip capacity, level 3) Spare weapon #2: Shotgun (four round capacity, level 2) Personality: Jeff tends to keep the same attitude both in and out of game. He is kind and uplifting, and tries his best to cheer up his friends. In game, he tends to act cocky in a battle, and is usually the one to crack jokes to lighten the mood. He will fight to the best of his ability when it comes to providing covering fire to protect his teammates, and never gives up even after the last bullet leaves the chamber. He is generous with the items he finds, and always volunteers to help find whatever may be needed for a suffering teammate. Background: Jeff grew up in a very restrictive environment. His parents had a large list of rules to put on him which gave him a lot of stress since he couldnt go out with his friends often or even as long as he would like. It would seem that every time he found something fun to do that allowed human interaction, his parents would take it away from him. When he came across Paradise, he thought it was amazing, but after a harsh and loud conflict in which his mother forced him out of a game session, Jeff decided he would move out. He got himself a job and rented a low income apartment in the next town, and even though his money is tight for the current time in his life, he couldnt be happier to play online with his friends whenever he pleased. Other: Whenever Jeff makes a headshot, he always says "Boom, headshot" due to it being one of his favorite quotes. His number one favorite quote is: "Do not call me a coward in battle, I like to kill my enemies while looking them in the eyes through a high powered rifle scope at four miles away." In game: Prince- Great guy and a better friend. He brought me into this group and Im thankful for it. A great friend. Cynthia- She is pretty damn cool, bit of a badass which I like, its weird though, I always get the weirdest feeling of deja vu around her... Marinette- Good ol Mari!! definite best friend. I wanna be her drinking buddy once I turn 21 cattypea- Catty is a sweet girl, albeit a little quiet, But willing to learn which I can respect! Mantam- Sweet gal, a great friend and someone to talk to Hazard- Pssh, 10/10 would go gay for, Grey- My friendly rival! At the end of the day we always see who got the most hits... its me Raijin- Raijin Caijin! Sometimes I think he is more animal than human, but he is a cool dude, with a badass wolf Deathedge- Mysterious, but i know he means well. Needs to open up more! CherryLover- Sweet little cherry, kinda feels like a little sister in a way How long has your character been playing the game? Since release How long has this particular "character" been in the game? First character made once the game started How long have they been a part of the group? He was about the halfway mark Who invited them to the group? Prince Who, from the group, did they meet first? Prince came across him while exploring at one point and decided to do a quest with him. been friends since.
50,123	1,347	121	377	26,014	Cattypea frowned at Marinette tried to explain what she had meant. In a way, she could understand it. The game gave them a way of exploring, challenge and surviving, without risking their lives, enabling them to do things that seemed impossible in real life, in a world that did indeed seem real. But now....they could die quite easily. "We aren't recklessly going out to fight monsters" she said suddenly, her voice tinted with anger. "But rather to survive. I want to be of some benefit to the group, and I can't do that when I have a lower level then nearly everyone. I don't want to be a burden. I would have gone out by myself, but its a better bet to go out as a group. Safer" she shrugged, glancing down. Conflict was hard for her. She bit her lip, then sighed heavily. she looked over to Hazard, and managed a smile, nodded "yeah, you do"	Just cause I like to be thorough: 1. What would you like to be called? Caits is more then fine, since it's just a shortening of my name in real life and I like it. 2. Have an age for us? Just turned 23. Hell, where did the year go? 3. How long have you been RPing? Hm. I started between the ages of 15-16. So roughly 7, 8 years. Well. Where did that time go? 4. How many RPs are you in currently? Hum. Let's see. Five. None of which are very demanding at the moment, and I currently have a lot of time on my hands. 5. What would you say are your strengths? I'm kind and caring. I'm very adaptable, and willing to work with others. I am able to play both males and females, despite being female. I can write anywhere from one word, to 1000 in a post (although 1000 ones are rare!). 6.Weaknesses? Spelling would be my main weakness, but I do use spell check, Google and dictionaries. I get very attached to my characters, which I wouldn't consider a weakness. 7. Which do you prefer playing villain or hero? I actually enjoy playing both. I don't particularly have a preference! I find it interesting playing both. 8. If you had to use one word to describe yourself, what would it be? Loyal. 9. If you could have any super power, what would it be? Just one? Empathy. Simply because I am a Nurse. Being able to know others emotions would be extremely beneficial there. 10. Do you believe that you will be committed to this RP? Yes. It is an absolutely fantastic idea. I have been looking for something like this, and will be excited to be apart of this! Real Name: Kalinda Differ Username: cattypea Title: the Nature Queen Age: 19 Gender: Female, in game and i. Real life. Race: wild born Class: Purist Level: 4 Stat Build: STR: 2 FOC: 5 AGI: 5 Skills: Cooking Trapping Taming +Melee combat +Wilderness Movement +Survival Equipment Magical staff (weapon) Short sword (weapon) Rope Cooking pot Water skin/canteen (whatever) Equipment (body) Head hood (level three), Ear: a simple earring, Neck: Necklace of Amag, (a magical item) Chest,waist, legs: light weight leather armor, and robe offering protection Left hand:glove, purely protective Right Hand: Glove, purely protective Feet: fur skin boots, purely protective Spare weapon: dagger Personality Kalinda is a soft spoken person. She doesn't voice her opinions too much, nor does she draw attention to herself. She does have a fiery nature, but most times, she is quite, serious, watchful and caring. At times she almost seems afraid. Certainly, she tries to stay away from others, and is often seen alone. She tries not to be judgemental, not wanting to judge people based on their appearances. In the game, she is able to shine. She comes out of her shell, and is able to be who she wishes to be, instead of the shy, quite mousy girl she portrays in the real world. Background Kalinda's background is somewhat...Trauma filled. She had a stable childhood until she was four, nearly five. Then, her parents took her to see her grandparents,'and on the way home, they were hit by a drunk driver. Her mother died instantly, her father lived for another hour, and the drunk driver died instantly as well. Kalinda, strapped in tight and secure, did not suffer badly. They were on a country road, and it was a few hours until someone else came along. Alone, scared and crying, Kalinda had bloodied her hands trying to get out the seat belt, which was badly jammed, and had yelled herself horse, for her parents, for anyone to help. She was rescued, and was soon taken in by her uncle, who her parents had chosen as her guardian, given the fact he had two children aged three and four. Despite this, she began quite, reserved, never really getting over the accident. She often has dreams about it. She developed a attachment to video games, and when Paradise came out, she asked for it. Her uncle, willing to give her it, complied. Other Since the stupid image won't appear, here's the link for her in game appearance! Whew. Let me know if anything needs to be changed. I hope I did well. I can change her background ground if need be, as I realise it could be seen as...bad. She's been adapted from another character of mine. I hope all the formatting is good. I also wish I had something other then anime to work with, but...I just lost all of my real life photos.
50,124	1,347	122	641	893	A memory arose from the deep recesses of Hazel Hosner's mind. It was the last time she had seen her grandparents, the Christmas of 2044. It looked now that it might very well be her last time she had seen her grandparents. The lived in Sacramento, California; warm summers, cold, rainy winters. The past few years were taken with drought, but this Christmas the rain came in torrential downpours. It seemed to Hazel that the Heavens merely saved the rain from the last few years, and chose now to pout it down upon them all at once. More specifically she remembered something her grandmother had said: "Hazel, you're a beautiful girl, you're smart, and you're charming, but I'll never understand the obsession with video games. I swear, they'll be the death of you." Back then Hazel merely gave her grandma an exasperated sigh. She'd heard it before, and she didn't care. Now she could only think that they might have been right. Mantam's awakening was gradual. She had faded in and out, hearing bits of conversation. "I don't want any of this..." she muttered, likely going unheard. This time she rose from the couch she now found herself lying upon, and spoke aloud. "We have to be careful... I'm sure you've accidentally wiped before from accidentally aggroing one too many mobs in an MMO. If that happens here, that's it. We can't let it happen." Her head still swam. She was in shock. The words came out slow, but they came out. Mantam was embarrassed that she passed out, but she pushed it out of mind. She had to call her parents, and quick. They sometimes had a habit of unplugging her suddenly, and if that happened now it would be very bad. She voiced her concerns to the group, "If you live with anyone, contact them right away. I'm sure they'll notice our absence eventually, and getting unplugged now would not be good." This times the words came out quicker, more sure. "I need to make a phone call." She said, making her exit from the Cave so she could have some privacy. She opened the in-game phone application and began dialing. She knew this wasn't going to be an easy conversation.	It was surprisingly hard to write a CS for a character that's just a normal person. Hope it looks alright. Real Name Hazel Hosner Username Mantam Title The Red Wolf Age 19 Gender Female, both in game and in real life. Race Human Class Mirage Shifter Level 5 Stat Build 10 FOC 5 AGI 0 Strength Skills Magic, including but not limited to shape-shifting Forms: Hazel's preferred form is her titular Red Wolf. She is also able to take the form of a Wasnork, Floatezal, and a Paquee. Artificer, able to create weapons that magic can be channeled through Hazel has invested a surprising amount of time into in-game cooking, and is very proficient at it Equipment Ear- Enchanted Ear Rings (Small FOC increase) Neck- Golden Necklace (Small Magic Resist) Chest- Magician's Shirt (Increase to Mana Pool) Right Hand- Wand Left Hand- Magic Foci Waist- Magician's Sash (Small boost to Physical resistance, increase to Mana Pool) Legs- Drab Pants Feet- Fancy Shoes Personality Hazel is a young and cheerful girl. She is outgoing, and goes out of her way to make her more reserved friends feel comfortable. Unlike many 'MMO Addicts' she has no wish to escape the real world, and has no wish to stay trapped in Paradise. In conversation Hazel is a nice, polite, and fun person. Hazel is innocent, and often willing to help others to a fault. She doesn't have much experience with the 'bad' side of the world and can be a bit gullible. Above all, Hazel is a loyal friend, and is unwilling to turn her back back on those she is close to, online or otherwise. Background Hazel is an altogether normal post high school girl. She comes from a rich family, and grew up without want. Despite this, she luckily managed to not become a spoiled brat. She was always the 'popular' girl at school, but was smart enough to keep her head out of trouble that her friends got into. After she passed high school, she put off college, much to the dismay of her parents, in favor of spending a year relaxing. However she quickly found that with most of her friends leaving for college life was boring. Then Paradise came out. Hazel was, surprisingly to most, an avid MMO player. Although most hardcore players would consider her a 'casual', she enjoys playing them greatly, and has made a small group of friends playing MMOs. Intrigued by Paradise's revolutionary gameplay, she convinced her parents to buy the game for her, despite the fact that they frowned upon her gaming 'addiction'. When Miles Standish announced to her and her friends that they were trapped in the game, she made the decision to become a 'hardcore' MMO player so her and her friends can escape Paradise. Characters: ☺ Prince- "Prince is a nice guy, and he has an odd tendency to bring people together. He's a good friend." ☺ Cynthia- "Cynthia seems to harbor some kind of guilt she doesn't let on about, but she's a nice person, and one of my friends." ☺ Marinette- "Marinette's avatar is really creepy looking. Besides that, nice person, good friend." ☺ cattypea- "I like Catty. Catty is one of my friends." ♡ Mantam- "Me. I love me." ☺ Hazard- "Hazard is a kind person, and one of my friends." ☺ Grey- "He's a bit mysterious, but I like him. He's one of my friends." ☺ Raijin- "He's quiet, and can get a bit brutal in fights, but he's a friend of mine. Also, Void is sooooooooo cute." ☺ Deathedge- "He can be a bit... hard to like at times, but I'm convinced that I can make him come out of his shell." ☺ CherryLover- "Cherry is a good person. Truly one of my main girls." How long has your character been playing the game? Mantam got the game on release How long has this particular "character" been in the game? Mantam only recently made this character, choosing to adopt it when the rest of her friends began playing. How long have they been a part of the group? Mantam has been with the group since almost the start. Who invited them to the group? Prince Who, from the group, did they meet first? Mantam happened to stumble upon the Cave post-occupation by Prince and Cynthia, and somehow managed to find herself with a new group of friends.
50,125	1,347	123	1,379	5,171	Komi When the news went on Komi's face went a little paler. She quickly looked around her at the others, maybe they were playing a joke on her or something. It didn't look like a joke guessing from the others their reactions Bullshit they can't do something like that. She opened up her menu and found out there wasn't a logout button anymore. Her finger was tapping like crazy, slowly her teeth started grinding each other and her voice became very violent Quit screwing with me you #&@#! Komi turned to the group again showing off a lot of body language while talking They can't do something like this right, I mean how can they even make something like that. Maybe they are just lying they could have done that. She turned to Raijin Right? Komi was surely stressing out while she was talking to everyone even when she tried to laugh to Raijin it showed signs of not wanting to believe what the man just said. When she calmed down a little she turned to the admiral again when she started talking to her. Her face went somewhat serious when she gave a nod to Cynthia Got it. Komi heard Raijin talking about supply running the town, since she didn't trust anyone fully yet she decided it would be the best to stick with Raijin for now. Staying with the ear licking girl wasn't the best choice to do since she still felt shivers from before Oh i'll go with you Raijin She hobbled over to Prince first to give him most of the coins she owned. She holded both her hands above Prince his hand to store 12 golden coins in his hand I haven't seen you around yet so i'll introduce myself once more. I'm cherry lover level four pilot, let's get along. She smiled at him for a mere moment but her smile was broken by the guy next to her who just called her a losser. Komi balled up her fist and raised it in front of her I'll punch you once I get back she said angry to the guy while running over to Raijin and Cynthia Wait up Once she was close to them she walked normally again with both her hands holded together behind her back.	Real Name: Komi Tachibana Username: CherryLover Title: Scrap Goddess Real Age: 16 In Game Age: 18 Real Gender: Female In Game Gender: Female Race: Pholirites Class: Pilot Level: 4 Stat Build: Foc 7 Agi 3 Str 2 Skills: +Magic ++Creation ++Mech ++Repair +Creation +Guns Pistols Equipment: Head: Eyewear (Goggles, lvl 2) Neck: Neckwear (Scarf, lvl 1) Chest: Light armor (Leather coat with black tank top under it, lvl 4) Right Arm: Bracelet (Silver wrist band, lvl 1) Left Arm: Bracelet (Navigator Watch, lvl 4, Keeps track of all the places the watch has been to (Citys,towns), also tells time) Left Finger: Ring (Silver, lvl 3) Waist: Belt (Cloth, lvl 4) Legs: Light armor (Floppy pants, lvl 4) Feet: Boots (Half lower leg, Leather, lvl 4) Primary Weapon: Firearm (M1911, lvl 4) Spare Weapon #1 Tool (Heavy wrench, lvl 2) Spare Weapon #2 Small Blade (Dagger, lvl 1) Personality: Miko is one of those girls who is always very friendly and caring towards others, she can be somewhat short tempered sometimes and breaks into rage mode when you even try to mess with her. However she is someone who is very trustworthy and helpful towards her friends and sometimes strangers as well, if you want a shoulder to cry in Miko is that person who will care for her friends. Miko tends to be very relaxed most of the time but she is never lazy and knows when to help out whenever it is needed. She is a person who is always pushing against her limits to constantly improve herself. When anything doesnt want to work out for her she just tries again but even harder than before. Background: Miko didn't have an easy life to live, most of her time was spent at home for being sick all of the sudden while she was just having a nice day of normal school. This was all because she was and is still suffering from Lower Respiratory Infections this makes her extremely vulnerable to viruses and such. After her grandpa died of illness she had a small mental breakdown. He was one of the family members to make her laugh a lot even when she was sick, it resulted in staying in the hospital for a long period of time to take care of her 24/7 till she felt somewhat better. Her life wasnt that horrible that she didn't have any fun at all there were also these moments of enjoyment. Like a simple field trip for school or a vacation to a warm land would make her feel full of excitement. The most enjoyable times where of course when her friends came to visit her at home or in the hospital, it wasn't that often but a fair amount to her. There was one thing in the world where she could just forget about it all and be someone else, in the gaming world she could breathe freely without having to worry about something making her sick and stopping her from having her fun. (give me some more time to make it better, this would have to do for now my inspiration fluids died down.) Other: Miko has just like most Pholirites bicolored eyes in the two colours blue and sea greenish, her right eye is blue and her left eye is green.
50,126	1,347	124	560	1,409	Marinette found herself shrugging at most of what Catty was saying, "Maannn..." she looked at Catty, her head tilted to the side slightly, "I've been surviving all my life... we all have, and we'll keep doing that, surviving and whatnot... but... surviving... it's not enough, it never is!" Marinette's expression was carefree, and her arms seemed to spread as if she wanted to hug all three of them, "We can't let this get to us. Whatever this is, whoever's doing it, they sent that message out for a reason, they know the first step to getting us is wearing down our resolve. We can't lose our resolve, or our hope, or just... the things that make us happy." She looked Catty in the eyes, a slightly more serious expression, "We can't give them control-- they don't have it, we're still alive, we're still together, we're still in control. So sure, we'll survive, but there's no reason to not also enjoy ourselves while we survive..." She broke her gaze with Catty and found herself looking at the artificial Paradise sun, "We'll be fine, we're pretty fucking great." And with that, she began to walk slowly ahead of the group, "So c'mon, I wanna fight dragons." Marinette turned quickly again, "Arnoth does have dragons, right?"	Username: Marinette Bwa'Chech Title: "The Based" Gender: In-game: Female Race: Esquen Class: Freelancer Level: 5 Stat Build: STR: 1, Considerably low. FOC: 7, Above average, on equal grounds with AGI. The points taken out of STR were put into this stat. AGI: 7, Above average, on equal grounds with FOC. The points taken out of STR were put into this stat. Skills: +Stealth +General Agility (acrobatics, gymnastics, free running, and parkour) +Basic Magical Telekinetic Combat +Survival +Poison Making Equipment (Body): Head: (Keffiyeh, Level 0, named 'Vagabond's Keffiyeh': Standard item for any Esquen, aids with survival in the desert. Can only be equipped in combat or in desert/desert-like environments. Increased perception in sandstorms.) Face: (Make-up, Level 4, named 'La Máscara de la Muerte': Remain undetected by undead or unholy creatures.) Ear: (Hair decoration, Level 1, named 'Rose's Axel': A non-stat boosting aesthetic item, allows the player to port their own music into Paradise. In game can serve as either headphones or a speaker.) Neck: (Scarf, Level 0, named 'Vagabond's Spare': Always have a spare in case of emergency! Provides some protection against harsh desert sands.) Chest: (Light armor, Level 4, named 'Desert Long Tunic': Great all purpose light armor that consists of a weave of leather straps and a light-colored long tunic. Protects chest and arms.) Right Arm: (Pauldron, Level 4, named 'Comedy': Increases STR) Left Arm: (Pauldron, Level 4, named 'Tragedy': Increases AGI) Left hand: (Glove, Level 3, named 'Glove of the pharaoh': Slightly increase FOC) Right Hand: (Glove, Level 3, named 'Glove of the pharaoh': Slightly increase FOC) Right Finger: (N/A) Left Finger: (Ring, Level 5, named 'Friends on the Other Side': Once a day, summon an undead creature at half your level to do your bidding for you. The creature will disappear if it survives until the end of the day or if it's killed in battle.) Waist: (Belt, Level 2, named 'Mistal belt': Loot retrieved from a fallen, low level boss. It provides bonuses to AGI when health drops below 40%) Legs: (Pants, Level 0, named 'Vagabond's trousers': Standard item for any Esquen, aids with survival in the desert. Slight bonus to running.) Right ankle: (N/A) Left Ankle: (N/A) Feet: (Boots, Level 3, named 'Roc's boots': Leather boots with an exterior covered in a downy layer of Roc feathers. These boots enable the use of feather fall once a day. "You got Roc's boots! You feel light as a feather!") Misc.: (Bracelet, Level 0, named 'Serpent's bond': A bracelet in the style of a snake curling up the wearer's arm, it is metallic and appears to be digging into the wearer's arm and fusing with their flesh. Serpent's bond ties it's users soul and life force with an animal companion. In exchange for this, the wearer is given some abilities and bonuses of the creature (poison resistance, stealth).) Equipment (Weapons): Primary Weapon: (Magic, Level 0 - 5, 'Basic magic': -- ) Secondary Weapon: (Ranged, Level 3, 'Beginner's crossbow (foldable)': A very basic crossbow, it can folded down and hidden very easily. This ease of stealth significantly takes away from it's attacking power.) Spare Weapon #1: (Dagger, Level 2, 'Poisoned Dagger': A low level dagger that has been coated in Esquen Cobra venom.) Spare Weapon #1: (Mace, Level 1, 'Scorpio's tail': A lighter, more sharpened mace weapon, made from the carapace of a giant scorpion. While much faster to swing, it takes a penalty to raw attacking power.) Pet: An Esquen Cobra named 'Anima Sola.' --- Character Appearance: Body. Face. Real Name: Ernest 'Ness' Lackyn Age: 21 Gender: Biological:Assumed Male (Gender fluid) Personality: Ernesto is a secretive and quiet individual, preferring to talk about non-sense or others than of his own self, you would never know if he was doing poorly on a given day. A symptom of this is a tendency to lie to avoid the possibility of others feeling concern for him. His entire life Ness walked on eggshells, this gives the impression that he isn't particularly comfortable in his own skin, just being who he is. In Paradise, however, Ness, as Marinette is a much more open individual, while still prone to secrets and obfuscating the truth to avoid conflict, he finds sharing his own opinions and interests much more possible. As the avatar Ness has an easier way with people, and even develops something of a snarky sense of humor. Marinette acts more confident than Ness, and gives the impression of confidence and even cockiness. Ness' appreciation of mythology and vodou is much more pronounced when acting as Marinette, often using the Loa as descriptors for certain situations, items or enemies-- even going so far as to pray to them. Background: An Afro-Mexican child born out of wedlock, Ernest was raised in southern California by a single mother and, surrounded by poverty and crime, Ness found himself very easily immersed in the culture and comfort of video games and false reality. School for Ness was less 'do your best' and more 'get by with whatever works so you can go home and play more video games.' While never being particularly isolationist or avoidant, his personality appeared on the surface to be standoffish and even arrogant, earning contempt from his peers that he perceived as no fault of his own. Ness didn't make any make any real friends until high school, when he was exposed to the anime and video game clubs of SoCal, through them he was able to vastly expand his tastes and options of games he could play. He would also go on to form the first long lasting non-familial relationships in his life. Finding pleasure in gaming and the companionship he found through gaming, Ness became inspired to begin animating through high school and eventually found himself going to art school through a scholarship, something his mother of little means never thought was possible. Now an intern at a small San Francisco game developing company, he has begun to work freelance in television and internet animation-- despite it all though, through working through the isolation of his youth and growth thanks to exposure to like minds, two things have remained consistent about him; his love of his Mother and all the things she taught him about Vodou and syncretic religions, and his childlike enjoyment of video games, especially mmorpgs. Paradise, then, soon became his new addiction after it's release. He was one of the first in line on launch and has practically based his life around having enough free time to play the game. Initially he started playing mostly solo or with his friends in real life, eventually however, he developed bonds with other players in the game, finding it easier to 'be open' with them. Appearance: ☹ ("Enemies") ☺ ("Friends") ✧ ("BFFs") ♪ ("Neutral") ♡ ("Could Be Something More ~") --- ✧/♡ Prince: "Sleeps a little much, but he's one of the first people I met online here-- and he's pretty much always on to talk about whatever or just listen. A real bro." ✧ Cynthia: " ♪ Marinette: "I kind of am just neutral towards myself-- and the music note is most fitting when placed next to my name." ✧/♡ cattypea: "NO I'm not into furries that's weird, she just seems like an alright person is all.." ☺ Mantam: "A radical dame who likes to play games, we haven't really gotten to know each other though." ✧ Hazard: "Ayyy. True homie 4 Lyfe. We ride together we die together. Mythos represent." ☹/☺/♡ Grey: "Not in a bad way, we're more like... friendly rivals. We're both sneaky and non-conventional, just on opposite sides of the spectrum. Also his class is awful and I'm better than him in pretty much every way imaginable." ☺ Raijin: "Seems alright, haven't gotten much 1 on 1 time though." ☹ Deathedge: "2edgy4me" ✧ CherryLover: "She's like the little sister I never needed, but always wanted." --- How long has your character been playing the game? "Few days after release, it was the prize of a design contest they had at school-- and I happened to win" How long has this particular "character" been in the game? "Since I got the system itself." How long have they been a part of the group? "About a month?" Who invited them to the group? "Cynthia. Without knowing it we ended up co-oping on a quest, and it saved us both a few hours. She asked if I wanted to be part of a theoretical clan, I told her 'theoretically,' she said welcome aboard." Who, from the group, did they meet first? "Hazard, actually. Although Cynthia and Prince were the first people I had extended conversations with" Other:Marinette is almost always listening to music.
50,127	1,347	125	377	26,014	Cattypea found herself suddenly overwhelmed, annoyed at what Marinette was saying. "I never said we can't live, but there's no point doing something completely life threatening. I don't know about you, but I'd rather be alive to do all I've dreamed about since I was barely five." "Momma! Daddy!" She felt like she had been yelling for hours, but they wouldn't reply. Her throat hurt, her eyes were sore. She had been bleeding from a cut, but that had stopped. "Mommy!" She sobbed, "Daddy!" Her eyes slammed shut tight, as the memory flashed through her mind quickly. She took a few seconds to compose herself, before continuing. "I have to call my uncle and my aunt" She said, turning away, and opening the in game phone. She didn't take long to talk to her uncle, to tell him what was happening. She didn't need to see the fear in his eyes, the worry, to know what went through his mind. what if you don't come back? They had raised her since she was five. They had treated her like their own, and cared for her. In many ways, she was their daughter, she knew. And her uncle feared for her like she was, and feared for his sisters child. She managed a smile and said, "I'll be okay. I have good people with me. I'll survive" She said, and said goodbye. Then she turned back to the others, composed, and said, "I'm ready. I'm not sure I'm ready to fight dragons, if they exist though"	Just cause I like to be thorough: 1. What would you like to be called? Caits is more then fine, since it's just a shortening of my name in real life and I like it. 2. Have an age for us? Just turned 23. Hell, where did the year go? 3. How long have you been RPing? Hm. I started between the ages of 15-16. So roughly 7, 8 years. Well. Where did that time go? 4. How many RPs are you in currently? Hum. Let's see. Five. None of which are very demanding at the moment, and I currently have a lot of time on my hands. 5. What would you say are your strengths? I'm kind and caring. I'm very adaptable, and willing to work with others. I am able to play both males and females, despite being female. I can write anywhere from one word, to 1000 in a post (although 1000 ones are rare!). 6.Weaknesses? Spelling would be my main weakness, but I do use spell check, Google and dictionaries. I get very attached to my characters, which I wouldn't consider a weakness. 7. Which do you prefer playing villain or hero? I actually enjoy playing both. I don't particularly have a preference! I find it interesting playing both. 8. If you had to use one word to describe yourself, what would it be? Loyal. 9. If you could have any super power, what would it be? Just one? Empathy. Simply because I am a Nurse. Being able to know others emotions would be extremely beneficial there. 10. Do you believe that you will be committed to this RP? Yes. It is an absolutely fantastic idea. I have been looking for something like this, and will be excited to be apart of this! Real Name: Kalinda Differ Username: cattypea Title: the Nature Queen Age: 19 Gender: Female, in game and i. Real life. Race: wild born Class: Purist Level: 4 Stat Build: STR: 2 FOC: 5 AGI: 5 Skills: Cooking Trapping Taming +Melee combat +Wilderness Movement +Survival Equipment Magical staff (weapon) Short sword (weapon) Rope Cooking pot Water skin/canteen (whatever) Equipment (body) Head hood (level three), Ear: a simple earring, Neck: Necklace of Amag, (a magical item) Chest,waist, legs: light weight leather armor, and robe offering protection Left hand:glove, purely protective Right Hand: Glove, purely protective Feet: fur skin boots, purely protective Spare weapon: dagger Personality Kalinda is a soft spoken person. She doesn't voice her opinions too much, nor does she draw attention to herself. She does have a fiery nature, but most times, she is quite, serious, watchful and caring. At times she almost seems afraid. Certainly, she tries to stay away from others, and is often seen alone. She tries not to be judgemental, not wanting to judge people based on their appearances. In the game, she is able to shine. She comes out of her shell, and is able to be who she wishes to be, instead of the shy, quite mousy girl she portrays in the real world. Background Kalinda's background is somewhat...Trauma filled. She had a stable childhood until she was four, nearly five. Then, her parents took her to see her grandparents,'and on the way home, they were hit by a drunk driver. Her mother died instantly, her father lived for another hour, and the drunk driver died instantly as well. Kalinda, strapped in tight and secure, did not suffer badly. They were on a country road, and it was a few hours until someone else came along. Alone, scared and crying, Kalinda had bloodied her hands trying to get out the seat belt, which was badly jammed, and had yelled herself horse, for her parents, for anyone to help. She was rescued, and was soon taken in by her uncle, who her parents had chosen as her guardian, given the fact he had two children aged three and four. Despite this, she began quite, reserved, never really getting over the accident. She often has dreams about it. She developed a attachment to video games, and when Paradise came out, she asked for it. Her uncle, willing to give her it, complied. Other Since the stupid image won't appear, here's the link for her in game appearance! Whew. Let me know if anything needs to be changed. I hope I did well. I can change her background ground if need be, as I realise it could be seen as...bad. She's been adapted from another character of mine. I hope all the formatting is good. I also wish I had something other then anime to work with, but...I just lost all of my real life photos.
50,128	1,347	126	446	7,203	Cynthia hesitated for a moment, and it seemed she wasn't going to answer Raijin's question. "My brother." She finally said, then turned to the pilot. "Good to have you aboard. I wish it could have been under better circumstances, but with a Pilot our group is nearly rounded off." She looked up at the sky for a second, then ran ahead a few steps. "I'm going to take the short way there. Rai, when you're done with your errands, bring her to The Pub." She said, naming the place the group usually went besides the Cave. With that, she leaped up in the air a ways, then spread her wings and hovered for a second, giving a cheerful salute before taking off into the sky. At the same time, a voice chat icon popped into Raijin's view.	I have no clue how skills and stats work here too so if someone can give me a brief explaination on the average values a level 4 has, it'll really help! :D Live every waking moment like it is your last, for every step and mistake you make will haunt you till you pass. Real/Player Name: Rowen Hae Gen Myoun Character Name: R. Tiger Title: The Lost Age: 20 Real Gender: Male In-game Gender: Male Race: Wildborn Class: Purist LeveL: 4 Appearance. R. Tiger, Rowen's character, appears as a very-fit looking man with several feline traits. His ears are pointed and tipped with fur and two lines of thicker facial hair form stripes down his cheeks, as well as prepossessing a long bushy tail. His hair is light brown and swept back, tied in a pony tail behind and growing past his sideburns and along his jaw in front. However, unlike quite a disturbing number of wildborn players who like their appearance 'au-naturale' (see: very, very naked), for less than appropriate reasons. Rowen dresses immaculately, donning a sturdy swallow-tailed coat and canvas trousers that fit snuggly into tan hide metal boots -alongside a red, tattered scarf that hangs around his neck, waist long and flowing in the wind behind him. Though it was once a beginner's item, he has painstakingly upgraded it many times over and is now his trademark accessory. He can wear such armor that would usually be only considered by marksmen and lighter melee classes because of his higher than usual investment into STR, by Purist standards, making up for the slight lack of FOC with slightly better equipment. STR: Second Highest Stat FOC: Highest Stat AGI: Lowest Stat (I have no idea how stat distribution works here so this is a placeholder till then.) Flamebolt: One of the few possible miracles a Purist begins their journey with. This ancient incantation releases a bolt of solid fire that quickly homes in on it's target, detonating upon impact with a fair amount of force and heat. Mastering such long-lost magic is the first step to becoming a true sorcerer. Blink: Having learnt to step beyond the boundaries of space momentarily, a Purist makes use of the planet's rotation to seemingly teleport a short distance away from where they previously were. Leaving both enemies and audiences bewildered in awe. Nature's Lore (Survival): You have learnt how to identify and analyse flora and minerals found in the wilds of various planets, as well as how to prepare simple concoctions with them! Medium Armor Proficiency I (Common): You have learnt how to properly wear hide and aluminium armor, as well as conditioned yourself to move freely in them! Chest - Neck - Legs - Feet - Right Ringfinger - Weapon #1: Weapon #2: *Unmentioned slots are empty. Personality: Rowen has always been abit of an oddball, ever the epicurean, he braves new experiences with vigor and a unflinching curiousity. Though some may consider this an admirable trait, they are far and few between. Most of the time, it leaves those around him uncomfortable and sneering at him. Maybe it is because of this that he enjoys Paradise much more than real life, here he is judged less and the consequences are (were) far more lenient. He has even made some friends in the online game. His experiments have even proved useful every once in awhile. But despite his quirk, Rowen is not without common sense well ...not... totally without it, at least. Like how he clearly tells right from wrong and has a moral compass to guide him, even in a game where the lines between both are blurred. An ideal he sometimes holds above himself for what he thinks is the greater good. Background: (I'd like to keep most of this for discovery through the game so there might not be much I would post here :X, if that's okay? I'll post what his friends would generally know though.) Rowen is his english name and was raised by korean parents who left their country and traveled alot. Never staying in one place, he learnt about the world through first hand experience and never really thought of anywhere as his home. They worked for the CDC (Center for Control of Diseases) and were always in some hotspot, scarce of people. But in recent years where outbreaks have slowed, he has been able to truly be in a society and see how things go. This year he is supposed to enter a local university full-Time but has made a small group of close friends over an online game for quite awhile, he was about to tell them the news when .......something happened. Other: Rowen's dysfunctional choice of being a Wildborn, a race geared towards the physical, and yet a Purist, the most magically oriented class of Paradise, was something of a testing grounds in preparation for his second character. He certainly did not expect to have made friends halfway, or be permernantly stuck with his bad choices when Standish went all psychopathic on them.
50,129	1,347	127	1,918	8,272	Raijin nodded, not digging any deeper as he to overstep his boundaries. He turned to Cherry with a smile on his face, though it was tinged with a bit of melancholy. "Ditto what Cynthia said, but hey, let's do our best out of our situation. And if we ever meet the guy who did this, we could give an . . . enlightening lecture on the consequence's of his actions., before making the fucker log everyone out." Raijin spoke the last part in a dark tone as he walked towards the near by town, before lightening u a little, and turning to wards Cherry again. "Anyway's first things first, lets get some supplies, what do you think we're going to need, besides plenty of healing potions and basic traveling supplies." Raijin pressed the little voice chat button as he spoke, probably Cynthia wanting to keep tabs on him and Cherry, incase anything bad happens. "Hello, you are speaking to Raijin, what may I help you with today?" Void was behind Cherry, rubbing up against the pilot's legs, seeming to know that she was under some kind of duress, and wanting to do something to help her feel better.	Name:Void Level:5 Beast type:Wolf Skills: +Wilderness Movement +Melee Combat Stats: Str:8 Foc:0 Agi:7 Personality: She is very sweet outside of combat, tending to play a lot and snuggle with her master's companion's. But in battle, she is a vicious fighter, going after her master's enemies with savage brilliance. She is more of a tank then her master, but still remains speedy due to the fact that she has no magic abilities and thus doesn't need to skill points placed in her Focus stat. \|☺\| Prince: "Prince is an okay guy, but he could stand to have a little motivation. And maybe be a little more energy, I swear 95% of the time he spends in this game is sleeping. Okay that is an exaggeration, it's closer to 80%." \|☺\|,possible rival, Cynthia:"She's a nice person, plus she's fun to mess with a little. And she knows how to take a joke and throw one right back. I'd say she's pretty, but this is a video game, so I don't know for sure(not that I particularly care), or even a girl(which I do care about). The trials and tribulations of meeting people over the net." \|☺\| Marinette:"She's cool, a bit to cool though. She doesn't seemed to be the kind that gets phased by much. Has interesting taste in music, that's for sure." \|☺\| cattypea:"She's an interesting one, she nice and caring, but strict. Kinda like a mom, or at least how I think a mom is. I don't have a of knowledge on the subject, only what I see on TV. She can also be very outspoken." \|☺\| Mantam:" Nice and cheery, she's the absolute last person I would expect to run into in a game like Paradise. Not an escapist bon in her body, unlike me, but I guess that what I like about her. Out of all the people here, I'd say she's the most carefree. This excludes Prince, as his level of carefree-ness is of the charts." \|☺\|Hazard: "Cocky, crack-shot, and a Razor sharp wit, what's not to like about the guy. Defintely my first choice in battle." \|♪ \|Grey:"Guy's alright, but he's rather confusing. Half the time I don't know whether he's joking or not, but maybe that's him getting into the role as a robot. I'm not completely convinced he isn't to be honest." \|☹ \| Raijin: "Raijin is who I wish I was, who I want to be. But I can never be that person. And that's why I hate him, why I hate me. Can we move on to someone else now, please?" \|♪ \| Deathedge: He's okay I guess, but he looks so mad all the time. Tend not to talk to him a lot, so I don't know that much about him." \|☺\| CherryLover: "She the prime target for my mischief. If there's one thing I love, it's messing with hot heads. She's just to easy to mess with, and her reactions are hilarious. She probably doesn't like me that much." How long has your character been playing the game? "I've been in Paradise since it's activation. It's the ultimate form of escapism, and I needed to escape. If this game hadn't came out when it did. . . well let's just say I'm glad it did and leave it at that." How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) "I have two character's, one's a purist, the other is this one. I got bored of being a purist and decided to go with Xenomaster because, hey, like animals. Thi is a class that uses them, let's play ball." How long have they been a part of the group? "I'd say around a week or two." Who invited them to the group? "Prince, dude just walked up to me one day and said, 'Hey wanna join my group?' I said yes because why the hell not, and the rest is history." Who, from the group, did they meet first? "The answer to this question is stated above, jeez you need to pay more attention."
50,130	1,347	128	641	893	Hazel finally finished on the phone. It was a difficult conversation, to say the least. She felt completely drained, both by the news of their inability to log out and the verbal brow beating her parents gave her. If she had the choice she wouldn't have called them, but she didn't have much choice if she wanted to stay alive. She returned to the group wit a huff, "It looks like we're all in this together now. If we want to survive this we'll have to work together," Mantam began, "And no matter what we make sure no one dies." She didn't know what the future would hold, but the Book of Life would certainly contain their first hints. She summoned it from her inbox and began to scan it intently. The book made no damn sense. So much for that idea. "I'm sure it must be some kind of code... or something... he said it was supposed to be a hint, it must have some kind of meaning." That was here meek offering to the group, along with the money she drained from her bank account. It was quite a bit for characters their level, money chiefly transferred from her alt when she first made 'Mantam'. It, of course, wouldn't but them everything they needed but she hoped it would help. She tossed the money, neatly contained in a small bag, at Prince.	It was surprisingly hard to write a CS for a character that's just a normal person. Hope it looks alright. Real Name Hazel Hosner Username Mantam Title The Red Wolf Age 19 Gender Female, both in game and in real life. Race Human Class Mirage Shifter Level 5 Stat Build 10 FOC 5 AGI 0 Strength Skills Magic, including but not limited to shape-shifting Forms: Hazel's preferred form is her titular Red Wolf. She is also able to take the form of a Wasnork, Floatezal, and a Paquee. Artificer, able to create weapons that magic can be channeled through Hazel has invested a surprising amount of time into in-game cooking, and is very proficient at it Equipment Ear- Enchanted Ear Rings (Small FOC increase) Neck- Golden Necklace (Small Magic Resist) Chest- Magician's Shirt (Increase to Mana Pool) Right Hand- Wand Left Hand- Magic Foci Waist- Magician's Sash (Small boost to Physical resistance, increase to Mana Pool) Legs- Drab Pants Feet- Fancy Shoes Personality Hazel is a young and cheerful girl. She is outgoing, and goes out of her way to make her more reserved friends feel comfortable. Unlike many 'MMO Addicts' she has no wish to escape the real world, and has no wish to stay trapped in Paradise. In conversation Hazel is a nice, polite, and fun person. Hazel is innocent, and often willing to help others to a fault. She doesn't have much experience with the 'bad' side of the world and can be a bit gullible. Above all, Hazel is a loyal friend, and is unwilling to turn her back back on those she is close to, online or otherwise. Background Hazel is an altogether normal post high school girl. She comes from a rich family, and grew up without want. Despite this, she luckily managed to not become a spoiled brat. She was always the 'popular' girl at school, but was smart enough to keep her head out of trouble that her friends got into. After she passed high school, she put off college, much to the dismay of her parents, in favor of spending a year relaxing. However she quickly found that with most of her friends leaving for college life was boring. Then Paradise came out. Hazel was, surprisingly to most, an avid MMO player. Although most hardcore players would consider her a 'casual', she enjoys playing them greatly, and has made a small group of friends playing MMOs. Intrigued by Paradise's revolutionary gameplay, she convinced her parents to buy the game for her, despite the fact that they frowned upon her gaming 'addiction'. When Miles Standish announced to her and her friends that they were trapped in the game, she made the decision to become a 'hardcore' MMO player so her and her friends can escape Paradise. Characters: ☺ Prince- "Prince is a nice guy, and he has an odd tendency to bring people together. He's a good friend." ☺ Cynthia- "Cynthia seems to harbor some kind of guilt she doesn't let on about, but she's a nice person, and one of my friends." ☺ Marinette- "Marinette's avatar is really creepy looking. Besides that, nice person, good friend." ☺ cattypea- "I like Catty. Catty is one of my friends." ♡ Mantam- "Me. I love me." ☺ Hazard- "Hazard is a kind person, and one of my friends." ☺ Grey- "He's a bit mysterious, but I like him. He's one of my friends." ☺ Raijin- "He's quiet, and can get a bit brutal in fights, but he's a friend of mine. Also, Void is sooooooooo cute." ☺ Deathedge- "He can be a bit... hard to like at times, but I'm convinced that I can make him come out of his shell." ☺ CherryLover- "Cherry is a good person. Truly one of my main girls." How long has your character been playing the game? Mantam got the game on release How long has this particular "character" been in the game? Mantam only recently made this character, choosing to adopt it when the rest of her friends began playing. How long have they been a part of the group? Mantam has been with the group since almost the start. Who invited them to the group? Prince Who, from the group, did they meet first? Mantam happened to stumble upon the Cave post-occupation by Prince and Cynthia, and somehow managed to find herself with a new group of friends.
50,131	1,347	129	1,379	5,171	Komi Cynthia already went off on her own taking the short way through the sky Good luck Cherry waved at her while she flew off. It wasn't long before she faced Raijin Isn't it dangerous on your own now since anyone can ambush you easily when they are with a large group? Is she gonna be alright on her own. Cherry stared in front of her again while maintaining the same speed as Raijin. It still seemed pretty peaceful around them, not much people have passed them yet. Raijin spoke up to her again, it made Cherry automatically turn her head to him I don't think we need much apart from food, drinks and potions. We can have a look around the shops in the center of the town to see if there is anything we need. We can't spend to much money tough, the money would be useful for a new base or a guild. Raijin stopped walking to start a voice call with Cynthia. Cherry didn't really know why he called her but she just letted him finish his call. Cherry felt something furry rubbing on her lower leg from the back. She turned around to see Void rubbing up against her leg Aww little Void want's to play she squatted down near the ground and started petting him in his neck and on his back while rubbing her face against his You are pretty hairy aren't you she laughed a little and waited for Raijin to finish his call while she kept entertaining Void.	Real Name: Komi Tachibana Username: CherryLover Title: Scrap Goddess Real Age: 16 In Game Age: 18 Real Gender: Female In Game Gender: Female Race: Pholirites Class: Pilot Level: 4 Stat Build: Foc 7 Agi 3 Str 2 Skills: +Magic ++Creation ++Mech ++Repair +Creation +Guns Pistols Equipment: Head: Eyewear (Goggles, lvl 2) Neck: Neckwear (Scarf, lvl 1) Chest: Light armor (Leather coat with black tank top under it, lvl 4) Right Arm: Bracelet (Silver wrist band, lvl 1) Left Arm: Bracelet (Navigator Watch, lvl 4, Keeps track of all the places the watch has been to (Citys,towns), also tells time) Left Finger: Ring (Silver, lvl 3) Waist: Belt (Cloth, lvl 4) Legs: Light armor (Floppy pants, lvl 4) Feet: Boots (Half lower leg, Leather, lvl 4) Primary Weapon: Firearm (M1911, lvl 4) Spare Weapon #1 Tool (Heavy wrench, lvl 2) Spare Weapon #2 Small Blade (Dagger, lvl 1) Personality: Miko is one of those girls who is always very friendly and caring towards others, she can be somewhat short tempered sometimes and breaks into rage mode when you even try to mess with her. However she is someone who is very trustworthy and helpful towards her friends and sometimes strangers as well, if you want a shoulder to cry in Miko is that person who will care for her friends. Miko tends to be very relaxed most of the time but she is never lazy and knows when to help out whenever it is needed. She is a person who is always pushing against her limits to constantly improve herself. When anything doesnt want to work out for her she just tries again but even harder than before. Background: Miko didn't have an easy life to live, most of her time was spent at home for being sick all of the sudden while she was just having a nice day of normal school. This was all because she was and is still suffering from Lower Respiratory Infections this makes her extremely vulnerable to viruses and such. After her grandpa died of illness she had a small mental breakdown. He was one of the family members to make her laugh a lot even when she was sick, it resulted in staying in the hospital for a long period of time to take care of her 24/7 till she felt somewhat better. Her life wasnt that horrible that she didn't have any fun at all there were also these moments of enjoyment. Like a simple field trip for school or a vacation to a warm land would make her feel full of excitement. The most enjoyable times where of course when her friends came to visit her at home or in the hospital, it wasn't that often but a fair amount to her. There was one thing in the world where she could just forget about it all and be someone else, in the gaming world she could breathe freely without having to worry about something making her sick and stopping her from having her fun. (give me some more time to make it better, this would have to do for now my inspiration fluids died down.) Other: Miko has just like most Pholirites bicolored eyes in the two colours blue and sea greenish, her right eye is blue and her left eye is green.
50,132	1,347	130	1,867	444	After the others had finished their small talk before making their way out on their own little jobs, Hazard reached for his rifle and secured it onto him before looking at Catt and Prince. "Well guys, it's high time we get moving, if you have finished making your calls, I say we get on going and get you guys leveled up!" he said with a large smile, making his way out of the cave. He waved his goodbyes to the others saying that he wasnt planning on taking them out too far. "I'll call if we need something, but with ol' PotShot, I'd say we're gonna be safe" he said with a chuckle as he pat his rifle. The others had people they could call in the real world, that was something he envied of them. His own parents decided to disown him just for the fact of having an online game, hell the last time he saw them was last year as he moved out with the rest of his things. He was safe in his apartment, the place was locked up and... well he didnt have any friends in town so no one would really check up on him. He waited out of the cave for the other two to catch up.	Real Name: Kyron Akin Username: Mr.Hazard Title: The Desert Bullet Age: 20 Gender: male for both Race: Esquen Class: Marksman Level: 5 Stat Build: STR : 2 FOC: 9 AGL: 4 Skills: Guns (Assault rifle, pistol, sniper rifle) Perception +Survival +Appraisal +Tracking +Foraging Equipment: Head- Hood (sneak, level 3) Ear- Empty slot Neck- Neckerchief (vanity) Chest - light Velcro vest (armor, level 3) Waist- pocket belt (increased ammo capacity, level 2) Legs- knee pads (armor, level 2) Left hand & right hand- leather fingerless gloves (armor, level 1) Weapon- (Sniper Rifle, named ,level 5, critical attribute) Weapon: (Assault Rifle, level 4) Feet- combat boots (Armor and Speed) Spare weapon #1: 10 mm pistol (10 bullet clip capacity, level 3) Spare weapon #2: Shotgun (four round capacity, level 2) Personality: Jeff tends to keep the same attitude both in and out of game. He is kind and uplifting, and tries his best to cheer up his friends. In game, he tends to act cocky in a battle, and is usually the one to crack jokes to lighten the mood. He will fight to the best of his ability when it comes to providing covering fire to protect his teammates, and never gives up even after the last bullet leaves the chamber. He is generous with the items he finds, and always volunteers to help find whatever may be needed for a suffering teammate. Background: Jeff grew up in a very restrictive environment. His parents had a large list of rules to put on him which gave him a lot of stress since he couldnt go out with his friends often or even as long as he would like. It would seem that every time he found something fun to do that allowed human interaction, his parents would take it away from him. When he came across Paradise, he thought it was amazing, but after a harsh and loud conflict in which his mother forced him out of a game session, Jeff decided he would move out. He got himself a job and rented a low income apartment in the next town, and even though his money is tight for the current time in his life, he couldnt be happier to play online with his friends whenever he pleased. Other: Whenever Jeff makes a headshot, he always says "Boom, headshot" due to it being one of his favorite quotes. His number one favorite quote is: "Do not call me a coward in battle, I like to kill my enemies while looking them in the eyes through a high powered rifle scope at four miles away." In game: Prince- Great guy and a better friend. He brought me into this group and Im thankful for it. A great friend. Cynthia- She is pretty damn cool, bit of a badass which I like, its weird though, I always get the weirdest feeling of deja vu around her... Marinette- Good ol Mari!! definite best friend. I wanna be her drinking buddy once I turn 21 cattypea- Catty is a sweet girl, albeit a little quiet, But willing to learn which I can respect! Mantam- Sweet gal, a great friend and someone to talk to Hazard- Pssh, 10/10 would go gay for, Grey- My friendly rival! At the end of the day we always see who got the most hits... its me Raijin- Raijin Caijin! Sometimes I think he is more animal than human, but he is a cool dude, with a badass wolf Deathedge- Mysterious, but i know he means well. Needs to open up more! CherryLover- Sweet little cherry, kinda feels like a little sister in a way How long has your character been playing the game? Since release How long has this particular "character" been in the game? First character made once the game started How long have they been a part of the group? He was about the halfway mark Who invited them to the group? Prince Who, from the group, did they meet first? Prince came across him while exploring at one point and decided to do a quest with him. been friends since.
50,133	1,347	131	1,046	4,333	Prince swallowed as mention of calling family and friends was mentioned. He mindlessly caught the money that was thrown at him and placed it in the account with a blank face. He tried not to think too hard about it. He could call them, he really could. But something deep down told him not to, told him it wouldn't do any good, they would only yell and then where would he be? He let out a soft sigh and smiled over at Hazard. "I wouldn't call people losers so lightly, not all of them are so keen to your humor." He told him as he poked him lightly with his staff. "Still, I think you might deserve that punch somehow. Whenever it comes, anyway." He chuckled, walking behind Hazard. "Lead the way, loser." He continued, smiling. No, there weren't any dragons on Arnoth. But there were some rather dangerous creatures, ones that if taken out would let you gain more exp than you knew what to do with it some cases. But, he wouldn't let them know about them. For now, he racked his brain for a creature more their level. "I think we should be able to take on an elemental wolf... Either that or we find a hideout and kill some bandits. The bandits will give us more cash, but less exp and the wolves will give us close to no cash but more exp and they'll be harder to kill depending on the type..." Prince explained, looking over to Hazard. "What do you think? I know where we could find either if you'd like me to lead us there." He continued. Prince, while being lazy was surprisingly well versed in the world of Paradise considering his other play-throughs. It wouldn't take him long to figure out the best ways to get what they needed done and he hadn't a pretty good idea of the maps of the area and where to find certain things. He wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.	~Real Name~ Logan West ~Username~ Prince267 ~Title~ "The White Knight" ~Real Age/In-Game Age~ 18/18 ~Real Gender/In-Game Gender~ Male/Male ~Race~ Human ~Class~ Ki Brawler ~Level~ Level: 4 ~Stat Build~ STR = 4 FOC= 2 AGI = 6 ~Skills~ ~Repair (Staff and Small Machine) ~Weapon (Staff) ~Fighting ~Cooking (Simple Dishes) ~Equipment~ ~Weapon (Staff Level 3) ~Frying Pan (Used for cooking, and hitting idiots over the head.) ~Simple Traveler's Clothes ~Silver Chain ~Small Ear Ring ~Equipment Slots~ Ear - Small Ear Ring (Slightly improves Agility) Neck - Thin Silver Chain (Gives a small amount of protection against magic projectiles.) Chest - Worn Shirt (Dyed Black) Right Hand - Staff (Two handed) Legs - Worn Pants (Gray) Spare Weapon #1 - Frying Pan ~Personality~ Logan is a rather quiet boy who tends to keep to himself. He finds it hard to be himself around people, the fear of rejection out weighing his desire to be loved. Living by himself didn't help matters either. It just led to a lot of misconceptions about him and his past. Rumors flew through the air around him. That he'd killed his own parents and that he joined the mafia. Because of his rough appearance a lot of people believed it. After all, how could a guy who looked so angry all the time be anything but bad news? In Paradise, however, Logan had no fears. Under the pretense of "Prince", he held no fear of being himself. A fun loving and warm individual. Prince can talk just a bit too much but he always means well. He's also a bit of a free spirit, doing whatever he wants when he wants. If it is something he'd rather not do, he won't. ~Background~ Logan, despite what people think, has a family that is relatively well off. When they deicded to move, he didn't want anything to change and so he stayed in their old home by himself while his parents moved to another part of the country. Not wanting to face the fear of rejection again, he decided to stay and simply play the part they'd wanted to give him. When he found out about Paradise, he asked his parents and they had the game shipped to his home. Since then, he hasn't gone out much besides going to school every now and then and soon even that ended as he spent all of his time in the game with his new friends. Because of the mask Logan could wear, he felt safe to be himself and made a few friends with whom he spent a good deal of his time. Paradise was truly a paradise for him. ~Other~ Still WIPsy since I still need Chuks approval for something. :P ☹ ("Enemies") ☺ ("Friends") ✧ ("BFFs") ♪ ("Neutral") ♡ ("Could Be Something More ~") Characters: \|☹\| Prince - "..." \|✧\| Cynthia - "She's pretty awesome! She's definitely a lot more dedicated than I am, which I guess is a good thing. I have to give her props because I don't think I could ever work as hard as she does. Also... she's kind of pretty. >////> \|✧\| Marinette - "Despite always listening to music, Marinette can be pretty cool. She's pretty good at what she does even if she does like to flaunt it a bit too much. Then again, I can't say anything. I'm much weaker than her." \|✧\| cattypea - "She'd be cute if she didn't intimidate me so much. Then again, most females do that to me. But her fur is pretty cool... I kind of want to pet her but fear that I might lose my hand in doing so and it might not necessarily be Cat to take it..." \|✧\| Mantam - "Pretty... and kind. I quite like this girl." \|✧\| Hazard - "Despite being cocky, Hazard always has my back. I feel that he might be my best friend in the game and my best ally. Even when my back is turned, he never lets me down. I don't know what I'd do without the loser." \|✧\| Grey - "Despite rubbing people the wrong way, Grey is a great friend and an even better cyborg. Well, at least that's what I think. Though... he could lay off the sour berries. He needs to lighten up some times, take some siestas. Maybe I might invite him to one of mine one day." \|♪\| Raijin - "He needs a chill pill. Plox." \|♪\| Deathedge - "Also needs a chill pill..." \|✧\| CherryLover - "The little sister I never had. She cute and adorable like a.. small puppy with... a rather mean bite." How long has your character been playing the game? ~ Since it's release. How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) ~A few weeks old. (Prince is Logan's 2nd attempt at making Prince. He gave up the first time but now he's seems to be sticking with it. Mostly.) How long have they been a part of the group? ~Since it's creation a few weeks ago. He met Cynthia at level 1 and they began to find themselves bumping into one another frequently and decided to simply make a group with the cave they'd stumbled upon. Weeks later, he and Cynthia had managed to fill all of the spots in the party. Who invited them to the group? ~He and Cynthia created it. Who, from the group, did they meet first? ~Cynthia Real Name: Caroline Night Username: Cynthia Black Title: "Fatal Edge" Age: 17 (Ingame 18) Gender: Female Race: Fae (Green Dragonfly wings) Class: Blademaster Level: 5 Stat Build: STR 5 AGI 9 FOC 1 Skills: Swords (Katana, Longsword, Greatsword) Exotic Weapons (Chain Knife, Grappling Hook, Throwing Knife) Cooking Equipment: Chest Armor (Coat, Level 3) Wrist Equipment (Gloves, Vanity) Ear Equipment (Cross Earings, Vanity) Neck Equipment (Cape, Air Resistance) Sword (Katana, level 4) Sword (Longsword, Named , level 5, Fire Attribute) Sword (Greatsword, level 3) Exotic Weapon (Chain Knife, Level 2) Exotic Weapon (Grappling Hook, Level 3) Bio:: Caroline is fed up with the real world, after her sister vanished. She escaped into Paradise and threw herself into it, training constantly to escape the gnawing guilt that she might have been the reason for her sister running away. She detests nothing more than injustice, and will always stand up for what she thinks is right, no matter who is pitted against her. Other: I'll try to make his look prettier when I'm feeling less lazy. Lol.
50,134	1,347	132	1,867	444	Hazard merely shrugged as Prince poked him with the staff, chuckling as he too was called a loser. He listened to Prince with his full attention as he mentioned about what they could face to get what. He thought about it a moment, then replied; "Well, what if we try to split it? Part time we can hunt down elemental wolves, the other part can be spent on the bandits. We can get the best of both worlds that way. Whats the best places you know of man?"	Real Name: Kyron Akin Username: Mr.Hazard Title: The Desert Bullet Age: 20 Gender: male for both Race: Esquen Class: Marksman Level: 5 Stat Build: STR : 2 FOC: 9 AGL: 4 Skills: Guns (Assault rifle, pistol, sniper rifle) Perception +Survival +Appraisal +Tracking +Foraging Equipment: Head- Hood (sneak, level 3) Ear- Empty slot Neck- Neckerchief (vanity) Chest - light Velcro vest (armor, level 3) Waist- pocket belt (increased ammo capacity, level 2) Legs- knee pads (armor, level 2) Left hand & right hand- leather fingerless gloves (armor, level 1) Weapon- (Sniper Rifle, named ,level 5, critical attribute) Weapon: (Assault Rifle, level 4) Feet- combat boots (Armor and Speed) Spare weapon #1: 10 mm pistol (10 bullet clip capacity, level 3) Spare weapon #2: Shotgun (four round capacity, level 2) Personality: Jeff tends to keep the same attitude both in and out of game. He is kind and uplifting, and tries his best to cheer up his friends. In game, he tends to act cocky in a battle, and is usually the one to crack jokes to lighten the mood. He will fight to the best of his ability when it comes to providing covering fire to protect his teammates, and never gives up even after the last bullet leaves the chamber. He is generous with the items he finds, and always volunteers to help find whatever may be needed for a suffering teammate. Background: Jeff grew up in a very restrictive environment. His parents had a large list of rules to put on him which gave him a lot of stress since he couldnt go out with his friends often or even as long as he would like. It would seem that every time he found something fun to do that allowed human interaction, his parents would take it away from him. When he came across Paradise, he thought it was amazing, but after a harsh and loud conflict in which his mother forced him out of a game session, Jeff decided he would move out. He got himself a job and rented a low income apartment in the next town, and even though his money is tight for the current time in his life, he couldnt be happier to play online with his friends whenever he pleased. Other: Whenever Jeff makes a headshot, he always says "Boom, headshot" due to it being one of his favorite quotes. His number one favorite quote is: "Do not call me a coward in battle, I like to kill my enemies while looking them in the eyes through a high powered rifle scope at four miles away." In game: Prince- Great guy and a better friend. He brought me into this group and Im thankful for it. A great friend. Cynthia- She is pretty damn cool, bit of a badass which I like, its weird though, I always get the weirdest feeling of deja vu around her... Marinette- Good ol Mari!! definite best friend. I wanna be her drinking buddy once I turn 21 cattypea- Catty is a sweet girl, albeit a little quiet, But willing to learn which I can respect! Mantam- Sweet gal, a great friend and someone to talk to Hazard- Pssh, 10/10 would go gay for, Grey- My friendly rival! At the end of the day we always see who got the most hits... its me Raijin- Raijin Caijin! Sometimes I think he is more animal than human, but he is a cool dude, with a badass wolf Deathedge- Mysterious, but i know he means well. Needs to open up more! CherryLover- Sweet little cherry, kinda feels like a little sister in a way How long has your character been playing the game? Since release How long has this particular "character" been in the game? First character made once the game started How long have they been a part of the group? He was about the halfway mark Who invited them to the group? Prince Who, from the group, did they meet first? Prince came across him while exploring at one point and decided to do a quest with him. been friends since.
50,135	1,347	133	377	26,014	Cattypea had fallen silent, and followed after the two boys, listening as they talked. She would go anywhere, just so long as she could try and level, and not be a burden. As she walked, she tried to gain complete composure, and place herself as the person she wanted to be. Cattypea, and not quite, lonely Kalinda. Cattypea who had friends, and wasn't just tolerated. As Prince and Hazard discussed what to attack, Catty looked about. She wondered briefly how other people were taking this news. How many people would die today. How many people were calling their families. How many people were doing what they were doing. Which then told her what she needed to know, to contribute to the leveling party. She cleared her throat, and spoke up "let's go for the wolves now. We have enough money between all of us to survive for now, but I think a lot of people will simply go for the bandits, purely for the money. But if we level, if we grind some, we can attack better monsters, receive more exp and coin, then if we just hang back and merely play for money" She looked at them both, "and leveling lets us become stronger. We can fight, and we can provide. We should also think about training other things besides our fighting schools. Being able to cook, to hunt and what not will let us be able to feed ourselves" she said thoughtfully "but for now, let's level up"	Just cause I like to be thorough: 1. What would you like to be called? Caits is more then fine, since it's just a shortening of my name in real life and I like it. 2. Have an age for us? Just turned 23. Hell, where did the year go? 3. How long have you been RPing? Hm. I started between the ages of 15-16. So roughly 7, 8 years. Well. Where did that time go? 4. How many RPs are you in currently? Hum. Let's see. Five. None of which are very demanding at the moment, and I currently have a lot of time on my hands. 5. What would you say are your strengths? I'm kind and caring. I'm very adaptable, and willing to work with others. I am able to play both males and females, despite being female. I can write anywhere from one word, to 1000 in a post (although 1000 ones are rare!). 6.Weaknesses? Spelling would be my main weakness, but I do use spell check, Google and dictionaries. I get very attached to my characters, which I wouldn't consider a weakness. 7. Which do you prefer playing villain or hero? I actually enjoy playing both. I don't particularly have a preference! I find it interesting playing both. 8. If you had to use one word to describe yourself, what would it be? Loyal. 9. If you could have any super power, what would it be? Just one? Empathy. Simply because I am a Nurse. Being able to know others emotions would be extremely beneficial there. 10. Do you believe that you will be committed to this RP? Yes. It is an absolutely fantastic idea. I have been looking for something like this, and will be excited to be apart of this! Real Name: Kalinda Differ Username: cattypea Title: the Nature Queen Age: 19 Gender: Female, in game and i. Real life. Race: wild born Class: Purist Level: 4 Stat Build: STR: 2 FOC: 5 AGI: 5 Skills: Cooking Trapping Taming +Melee combat +Wilderness Movement +Survival Equipment Magical staff (weapon) Short sword (weapon) Rope Cooking pot Water skin/canteen (whatever) Equipment (body) Head hood (level three), Ear: a simple earring, Neck: Necklace of Amag, (a magical item) Chest,waist, legs: light weight leather armor, and robe offering protection Left hand:glove, purely protective Right Hand: Glove, purely protective Feet: fur skin boots, purely protective Spare weapon: dagger Personality Kalinda is a soft spoken person. She doesn't voice her opinions too much, nor does she draw attention to herself. She does have a fiery nature, but most times, she is quite, serious, watchful and caring. At times she almost seems afraid. Certainly, she tries to stay away from others, and is often seen alone. She tries not to be judgemental, not wanting to judge people based on their appearances. In the game, she is able to shine. She comes out of her shell, and is able to be who she wishes to be, instead of the shy, quite mousy girl she portrays in the real world. Background Kalinda's background is somewhat...Trauma filled. She had a stable childhood until she was four, nearly five. Then, her parents took her to see her grandparents,'and on the way home, they were hit by a drunk driver. Her mother died instantly, her father lived for another hour, and the drunk driver died instantly as well. Kalinda, strapped in tight and secure, did not suffer badly. They were on a country road, and it was a few hours until someone else came along. Alone, scared and crying, Kalinda had bloodied her hands trying to get out the seat belt, which was badly jammed, and had yelled herself horse, for her parents, for anyone to help. She was rescued, and was soon taken in by her uncle, who her parents had chosen as her guardian, given the fact he had two children aged three and four. Despite this, she began quite, reserved, never really getting over the accident. She often has dreams about it. She developed a attachment to video games, and when Paradise came out, she asked for it. Her uncle, willing to give her it, complied. Other Since the stupid image won't appear, here's the link for her in game appearance! Whew. Let me know if anything needs to be changed. I hope I did well. I can change her background ground if need be, as I realise it could be seen as...bad. She's been adapted from another character of mine. I hope all the formatting is good. I also wish I had something other then anime to work with, but...I just lost all of my real life photos.
50,136	1,347	134	1,046	4,333	Prince smiled and looked back at Cat and then at Hazard. "Can we keep her?" He asked in a joking manner, chuckling softly. "That's good thinking, Cat. We'll go for the wolves then." He continued, sending a soft smile her way. He then led the group to the place he'd used before when grinding wolves. At first, he didn't really see any but after a few moments of standing and looking around, he spotted a bright red flash go by among the bushes. "There!" He whispered to the group, pointing at a small horde of Fire Wolves huddled around a tree int he distance. Hazard, you stay behind and provide cover fire like always and Cat and I will go in and try to aggro one or two of them." He began, his voice a hushed whisper. "Sound good?"	~Real Name~ Logan West ~Username~ Prince267 ~Title~ "The White Knight" ~Real Age/In-Game Age~ 18/18 ~Real Gender/In-Game Gender~ Male/Male ~Race~ Human ~Class~ Ki Brawler ~Level~ Level: 4 ~Stat Build~ STR = 4 FOC= 2 AGI = 6 ~Skills~ ~Repair (Staff and Small Machine) ~Weapon (Staff) ~Fighting ~Cooking (Simple Dishes) ~Equipment~ ~Weapon (Staff Level 3) ~Frying Pan (Used for cooking, and hitting idiots over the head.) ~Simple Traveler's Clothes ~Silver Chain ~Small Ear Ring ~Equipment Slots~ Ear - Small Ear Ring (Slightly improves Agility) Neck - Thin Silver Chain (Gives a small amount of protection against magic projectiles.) Chest - Worn Shirt (Dyed Black) Right Hand - Staff (Two handed) Legs - Worn Pants (Gray) Spare Weapon #1 - Frying Pan ~Personality~ Logan is a rather quiet boy who tends to keep to himself. He finds it hard to be himself around people, the fear of rejection out weighing his desire to be loved. Living by himself didn't help matters either. It just led to a lot of misconceptions about him and his past. Rumors flew through the air around him. That he'd killed his own parents and that he joined the mafia. Because of his rough appearance a lot of people believed it. After all, how could a guy who looked so angry all the time be anything but bad news? In Paradise, however, Logan had no fears. Under the pretense of "Prince", he held no fear of being himself. A fun loving and warm individual. Prince can talk just a bit too much but he always means well. He's also a bit of a free spirit, doing whatever he wants when he wants. If it is something he'd rather not do, he won't. ~Background~ Logan, despite what people think, has a family that is relatively well off. When they deicded to move, he didn't want anything to change and so he stayed in their old home by himself while his parents moved to another part of the country. Not wanting to face the fear of rejection again, he decided to stay and simply play the part they'd wanted to give him. When he found out about Paradise, he asked his parents and they had the game shipped to his home. Since then, he hasn't gone out much besides going to school every now and then and soon even that ended as he spent all of his time in the game with his new friends. Because of the mask Logan could wear, he felt safe to be himself and made a few friends with whom he spent a good deal of his time. Paradise was truly a paradise for him. ~Other~ Still WIPsy since I still need Chuks approval for something. :P ☹ ("Enemies") ☺ ("Friends") ✧ ("BFFs") ♪ ("Neutral") ♡ ("Could Be Something More ~") Characters: \|☹\| Prince - "..." \|✧\| Cynthia - "She's pretty awesome! She's definitely a lot more dedicated than I am, which I guess is a good thing. I have to give her props because I don't think I could ever work as hard as she does. Also... she's kind of pretty. >////> \|✧\| Marinette - "Despite always listening to music, Marinette can be pretty cool. She's pretty good at what she does even if she does like to flaunt it a bit too much. Then again, I can't say anything. I'm much weaker than her." \|✧\| cattypea - "She'd be cute if she didn't intimidate me so much. Then again, most females do that to me. But her fur is pretty cool... I kind of want to pet her but fear that I might lose my hand in doing so and it might not necessarily be Cat to take it..." \|✧\| Mantam - "Pretty... and kind. I quite like this girl." \|✧\| Hazard - "Despite being cocky, Hazard always has my back. I feel that he might be my best friend in the game and my best ally. Even when my back is turned, he never lets me down. I don't know what I'd do without the loser." \|✧\| Grey - "Despite rubbing people the wrong way, Grey is a great friend and an even better cyborg. Well, at least that's what I think. Though... he could lay off the sour berries. He needs to lighten up some times, take some siestas. Maybe I might invite him to one of mine one day." \|♪\| Raijin - "He needs a chill pill. Plox." \|♪\| Deathedge - "Also needs a chill pill..." \|✧\| CherryLover - "The little sister I never had. She cute and adorable like a.. small puppy with... a rather mean bite." How long has your character been playing the game? ~ Since it's release. How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) ~A few weeks old. (Prince is Logan's 2nd attempt at making Prince. He gave up the first time but now he's seems to be sticking with it. Mostly.) How long have they been a part of the group? ~Since it's creation a few weeks ago. He met Cynthia at level 1 and they began to find themselves bumping into one another frequently and decided to simply make a group with the cave they'd stumbled upon. Weeks later, he and Cynthia had managed to fill all of the spots in the party. Who invited them to the group? ~He and Cynthia created it. Who, from the group, did they meet first? ~Cynthia Real Name: Caroline Night Username: Cynthia Black Title: "Fatal Edge" Age: 17 (Ingame 18) Gender: Female Race: Fae (Green Dragonfly wings) Class: Blademaster Level: 5 Stat Build: STR 5 AGI 9 FOC 1 Skills: Swords (Katana, Longsword, Greatsword) Exotic Weapons (Chain Knife, Grappling Hook, Throwing Knife) Cooking Equipment: Chest Armor (Coat, Level 3) Wrist Equipment (Gloves, Vanity) Ear Equipment (Cross Earings, Vanity) Neck Equipment (Cape, Air Resistance) Sword (Katana, level 4) Sword (Longsword, Named , level 5, Fire Attribute) Sword (Greatsword, level 3) Exotic Weapon (Chain Knife, Level 2) Exotic Weapon (Grappling Hook, Level 3) Bio:: Caroline is fed up with the real world, after her sister vanished. She escaped into Paradise and threw herself into it, training constantly to escape the gnawing guilt that she might have been the reason for her sister running away. She detests nothing more than injustice, and will always stand up for what she thinks is right, no matter who is pitted against her. Other: I'll try to make his look prettier when I'm feeling less lazy. Lol.
50,137	1,347	135	1,918	8,272	After getting no answer for a little while, Raijin shrugged before he set off for the town again, giving a whistle for Cherry and Void. When they arrived in the town, he would have Cherry go into the potion store while he made his call, they would walk around to see if their was anything else of use that ciuld be bought. "Come on Cherry, let's go. First we're going to go to the potion shop first, stock up on healing items and such. If you don't mind, could you go in and get the supplies with Void. I'll be right outside, but I sorta need to make a call and It's kind of private. I promise it won't take that long."	Name:Void Level:5 Beast type:Wolf Skills: +Wilderness Movement +Melee Combat Stats: Str:8 Foc:0 Agi:7 Personality: She is very sweet outside of combat, tending to play a lot and snuggle with her master's companion's. But in battle, she is a vicious fighter, going after her master's enemies with savage brilliance. She is more of a tank then her master, but still remains speedy due to the fact that she has no magic abilities and thus doesn't need to skill points placed in her Focus stat. \|☺\| Prince: "Prince is an okay guy, but he could stand to have a little motivation. And maybe be a little more energy, I swear 95% of the time he spends in this game is sleeping. Okay that is an exaggeration, it's closer to 80%." \|☺\|,possible rival, Cynthia:"She's a nice person, plus she's fun to mess with a little. And she knows how to take a joke and throw one right back. I'd say she's pretty, but this is a video game, so I don't know for sure(not that I particularly care), or even a girl(which I do care about). The trials and tribulations of meeting people over the net." \|☺\| Marinette:"She's cool, a bit to cool though. She doesn't seemed to be the kind that gets phased by much. Has interesting taste in music, that's for sure." \|☺\| cattypea:"She's an interesting one, she nice and caring, but strict. Kinda like a mom, or at least how I think a mom is. I don't have a of knowledge on the subject, only what I see on TV. She can also be very outspoken." \|☺\| Mantam:" Nice and cheery, she's the absolute last person I would expect to run into in a game like Paradise. Not an escapist bon in her body, unlike me, but I guess that what I like about her. Out of all the people here, I'd say she's the most carefree. This excludes Prince, as his level of carefree-ness is of the charts." \|☺\|Hazard: "Cocky, crack-shot, and a Razor sharp wit, what's not to like about the guy. Defintely my first choice in battle." \|♪ \|Grey:"Guy's alright, but he's rather confusing. Half the time I don't know whether he's joking or not, but maybe that's him getting into the role as a robot. I'm not completely convinced he isn't to be honest." \|☹ \| Raijin: "Raijin is who I wish I was, who I want to be. But I can never be that person. And that's why I hate him, why I hate me. Can we move on to someone else now, please?" \|♪ \| Deathedge: He's okay I guess, but he looks so mad all the time. Tend not to talk to him a lot, so I don't know that much about him." \|☺\| CherryLover: "She the prime target for my mischief. If there's one thing I love, it's messing with hot heads. She's just to easy to mess with, and her reactions are hilarious. She probably doesn't like me that much." How long has your character been playing the game? "I've been in Paradise since it's activation. It's the ultimate form of escapism, and I needed to escape. If this game hadn't came out when it did. . . well let's just say I'm glad it did and leave it at that." How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) "I have two character's, one's a purist, the other is this one. I got bored of being a purist and decided to go with Xenomaster because, hey, like animals. Thi is a class that uses them, let's play ball." How long have they been a part of the group? "I'd say around a week or two." Who invited them to the group? "Prince, dude just walked up to me one day and said, 'Hey wanna join my group?' I said yes because why the hell not, and the rest is history." Who, from the group, did they meet first? "The answer to this question is stated above, jeez you need to pay more attention."
50,138	1,347	136	377	26,014	Can we keep her? Cat knew that it was said in jest, but it really made her feel good. She smiled, genuinely, and widely. Her worries eased, and she relaxed, following after Prince, moving silently so that she wouldn't alert any animals, monsters, bandits, or any such thing. She looked around them as they walked, alert for any danger, and didn't see any wolves. She wondered if the wolves were hiding, or had been wiped out here, for the time being. and then prince saw the wolves, and Cat focused, watching the wolves as Prince talked. She shifted, her staff in her left hand, and nodded that she agreed with the plan, and that she was ready.	Just cause I like to be thorough: 1. What would you like to be called? Caits is more then fine, since it's just a shortening of my name in real life and I like it. 2. Have an age for us? Just turned 23. Hell, where did the year go? 3. How long have you been RPing? Hm. I started between the ages of 15-16. So roughly 7, 8 years. Well. Where did that time go? 4. How many RPs are you in currently? Hum. Let's see. Five. None of which are very demanding at the moment, and I currently have a lot of time on my hands. 5. What would you say are your strengths? I'm kind and caring. I'm very adaptable, and willing to work with others. I am able to play both males and females, despite being female. I can write anywhere from one word, to 1000 in a post (although 1000 ones are rare!). 6.Weaknesses? Spelling would be my main weakness, but I do use spell check, Google and dictionaries. I get very attached to my characters, which I wouldn't consider a weakness. 7. Which do you prefer playing villain or hero? I actually enjoy playing both. I don't particularly have a preference! I find it interesting playing both. 8. If you had to use one word to describe yourself, what would it be? Loyal. 9. If you could have any super power, what would it be? Just one? Empathy. Simply because I am a Nurse. Being able to know others emotions would be extremely beneficial there. 10. Do you believe that you will be committed to this RP? Yes. It is an absolutely fantastic idea. I have been looking for something like this, and will be excited to be apart of this! Real Name: Kalinda Differ Username: cattypea Title: the Nature Queen Age: 19 Gender: Female, in game and i. Real life. Race: wild born Class: Purist Level: 4 Stat Build: STR: 2 FOC: 5 AGI: 5 Skills: Cooking Trapping Taming +Melee combat +Wilderness Movement +Survival Equipment Magical staff (weapon) Short sword (weapon) Rope Cooking pot Water skin/canteen (whatever) Equipment (body) Head hood (level three), Ear: a simple earring, Neck: Necklace of Amag, (a magical item) Chest,waist, legs: light weight leather armor, and robe offering protection Left hand:glove, purely protective Right Hand: Glove, purely protective Feet: fur skin boots, purely protective Spare weapon: dagger Personality Kalinda is a soft spoken person. She doesn't voice her opinions too much, nor does she draw attention to herself. She does have a fiery nature, but most times, she is quite, serious, watchful and caring. At times she almost seems afraid. Certainly, she tries to stay away from others, and is often seen alone. She tries not to be judgemental, not wanting to judge people based on their appearances. In the game, she is able to shine. She comes out of her shell, and is able to be who she wishes to be, instead of the shy, quite mousy girl she portrays in the real world. Background Kalinda's background is somewhat...Trauma filled. She had a stable childhood until she was four, nearly five. Then, her parents took her to see her grandparents,'and on the way home, they were hit by a drunk driver. Her mother died instantly, her father lived for another hour, and the drunk driver died instantly as well. Kalinda, strapped in tight and secure, did not suffer badly. They were on a country road, and it was a few hours until someone else came along. Alone, scared and crying, Kalinda had bloodied her hands trying to get out the seat belt, which was badly jammed, and had yelled herself horse, for her parents, for anyone to help. She was rescued, and was soon taken in by her uncle, who her parents had chosen as her guardian, given the fact he had two children aged three and four. Despite this, she began quite, reserved, never really getting over the accident. She often has dreams about it. She developed a attachment to video games, and when Paradise came out, she asked for it. Her uncle, willing to give her it, complied. Other Since the stupid image won't appear, here's the link for her in game appearance! Whew. Let me know if anything needs to be changed. I hope I did well. I can change her background ground if need be, as I realise it could be seen as...bad. She's been adapted from another character of mine. I hope all the formatting is good. I also wish I had something other then anime to work with, but...I just lost all of my real life photos.
50,139	1,347	137	1,379	5,171	Komi Cherry follow Raijin into town after his call didn't seem to go through to Cynthia at the moment "_Must be busy or something._" They walked to the potion shop together as first priority. The shop looked crowded by players, probably because of the danger of dying now. Cherry looked at the store for a moment to watch all the people half panicking inside to buy some potions. They were more the lower level players since they are more vulnerable. Raijin looked busy again he wanted to make a call again probably to Cynthia or his parents maybe "_Sure what do we need and i'm pretty flat broke right now i need some money that was meant for supplies to be able to buy a bit more._"	Real Name: Komi Tachibana Username: CherryLover Title: Scrap Goddess Real Age: 16 In Game Age: 18 Real Gender: Female In Game Gender: Female Race: Pholirites Class: Pilot Level: 4 Stat Build: Foc 7 Agi 3 Str 2 Skills: +Magic ++Creation ++Mech ++Repair +Creation +Guns Pistols Equipment: Head: Eyewear (Goggles, lvl 2) Neck: Neckwear (Scarf, lvl 1) Chest: Light armor (Leather coat with black tank top under it, lvl 4) Right Arm: Bracelet (Silver wrist band, lvl 1) Left Arm: Bracelet (Navigator Watch, lvl 4, Keeps track of all the places the watch has been to (Citys,towns), also tells time) Left Finger: Ring (Silver, lvl 3) Waist: Belt (Cloth, lvl 4) Legs: Light armor (Floppy pants, lvl 4) Feet: Boots (Half lower leg, Leather, lvl 4) Primary Weapon: Firearm (M1911, lvl 4) Spare Weapon #1 Tool (Heavy wrench, lvl 2) Spare Weapon #2 Small Blade (Dagger, lvl 1) Personality: Miko is one of those girls who is always very friendly and caring towards others, she can be somewhat short tempered sometimes and breaks into rage mode when you even try to mess with her. However she is someone who is very trustworthy and helpful towards her friends and sometimes strangers as well, if you want a shoulder to cry in Miko is that person who will care for her friends. Miko tends to be very relaxed most of the time but she is never lazy and knows when to help out whenever it is needed. She is a person who is always pushing against her limits to constantly improve herself. When anything doesnt want to work out for her she just tries again but even harder than before. Background: Miko didn't have an easy life to live, most of her time was spent at home for being sick all of the sudden while she was just having a nice day of normal school. This was all because she was and is still suffering from Lower Respiratory Infections this makes her extremely vulnerable to viruses and such. After her grandpa died of illness she had a small mental breakdown. He was one of the family members to make her laugh a lot even when she was sick, it resulted in staying in the hospital for a long period of time to take care of her 24/7 till she felt somewhat better. Her life wasnt that horrible that she didn't have any fun at all there were also these moments of enjoyment. Like a simple field trip for school or a vacation to a warm land would make her feel full of excitement. The most enjoyable times where of course when her friends came to visit her at home or in the hospital, it wasn't that often but a fair amount to her. There was one thing in the world where she could just forget about it all and be someone else, in the gaming world she could breathe freely without having to worry about something making her sick and stopping her from having her fun. (give me some more time to make it better, this would have to do for now my inspiration fluids died down.) Other: Miko has just like most Pholirites bicolored eyes in the two colours blue and sea greenish, her right eye is blue and her left eye is green.
50,140	1,347	138	1,918	8,272	Raijin reached into his inventory and pulled out another sack of coins, the rest of his savings to be exact. "Here's the rest of my savings, about 50 gold coins. I'm sure that'll be enough to get us a good starting amount of supplies, maybe even a little extra. Now be in your way, Lil' firecracker, and make sure you keep Void in your sights, okay." He waved to Cherry, then quickly walked into,an alleyway next to the store, already punching in the number. He waited for a while, before a window opened up showing his sister. He could tell from her red eyes and then tear streaks that ran down her face that shenhad heard then news. He had changed the settings so that when he called his sister, she would see his actual face instead of his avatar's. "H-hey sis, guess you heard the neww, huh." He saud rather lamely, unavle to look his sister in the eyes. "Jason, ohmygodi'msogladyourokayithoughtihadlostyoyandi'dnevergettoseeyouagainand-" "Hey, easy there Valerie, take a breath. As you can see I'm fine, and I will continue to be fine, so don't worry, okay. Besides, I bet now your happy you didn't get the game, right?" His sister, having almost nothing to do for a majority of her day, was an avid gamer andnwas extremely jealous when he had gotten Paradise for his birthday, and didn't stop pouting until Dad had promised to do the same for her. It was going to be her birthday in about a week, and it had been all she had been talking about forthe past three. Now, he figured she would want nothing to do with it. "That isn't funny Jason, and pleasw be careful okay. Theu are going to be bringing you to the hospital, at least thats what I overheard the doctors saying. But please promise me that whatever you do, you'll come back home, okay." Valerie's eyes shone as tears began to gather again. "I promise, so you need to focus on getting better, bye." Jason quickly ended the call, sitting down for a second and letting himself catch his breath, to steady himself in the now. He was not Jason, he was Raijinslayer. He was not Jason, he was Raijinslayer I am not Jason, I am Raijinslayer I am not Jason, I am Raijin. He repeated this mantra in his mind, and would continue to do so until Cherry came out of the store.	Name:Void Level:5 Beast type:Wolf Skills: +Wilderness Movement +Melee Combat Stats: Str:8 Foc:0 Agi:7 Personality: She is very sweet outside of combat, tending to play a lot and snuggle with her master's companion's. But in battle, she is a vicious fighter, going after her master's enemies with savage brilliance. She is more of a tank then her master, but still remains speedy due to the fact that she has no magic abilities and thus doesn't need to skill points placed in her Focus stat. \|☺\| Prince: "Prince is an okay guy, but he could stand to have a little motivation. And maybe be a little more energy, I swear 95% of the time he spends in this game is sleeping. Okay that is an exaggeration, it's closer to 80%." \|☺\|,possible rival, Cynthia:"She's a nice person, plus she's fun to mess with a little. And she knows how to take a joke and throw one right back. I'd say she's pretty, but this is a video game, so I don't know for sure(not that I particularly care), or even a girl(which I do care about). The trials and tribulations of meeting people over the net." \|☺\| Marinette:"She's cool, a bit to cool though. She doesn't seemed to be the kind that gets phased by much. Has interesting taste in music, that's for sure." \|☺\| cattypea:"She's an interesting one, she nice and caring, but strict. Kinda like a mom, or at least how I think a mom is. I don't have a of knowledge on the subject, only what I see on TV. She can also be very outspoken." \|☺\| Mantam:" Nice and cheery, she's the absolute last person I would expect to run into in a game like Paradise. Not an escapist bon in her body, unlike me, but I guess that what I like about her. Out of all the people here, I'd say she's the most carefree. This excludes Prince, as his level of carefree-ness is of the charts." \|☺\|Hazard: "Cocky, crack-shot, and a Razor sharp wit, what's not to like about the guy. Defintely my first choice in battle." \|♪ \|Grey:"Guy's alright, but he's rather confusing. Half the time I don't know whether he's joking or not, but maybe that's him getting into the role as a robot. I'm not completely convinced he isn't to be honest." \|☹ \| Raijin: "Raijin is who I wish I was, who I want to be. But I can never be that person. And that's why I hate him, why I hate me. Can we move on to someone else now, please?" \|♪ \| Deathedge: He's okay I guess, but he looks so mad all the time. Tend not to talk to him a lot, so I don't know that much about him." \|☺\| CherryLover: "She the prime target for my mischief. If there's one thing I love, it's messing with hot heads. She's just to easy to mess with, and her reactions are hilarious. She probably doesn't like me that much." How long has your character been playing the game? "I've been in Paradise since it's activation. It's the ultimate form of escapism, and I needed to escape. If this game hadn't came out when it did. . . well let's just say I'm glad it did and leave it at that." How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) "I have two character's, one's a purist, the other is this one. I got bored of being a purist and decided to go with Xenomaster because, hey, like animals. Thi is a class that uses them, let's play ball." How long have they been a part of the group? "I'd say around a week or two." Who invited them to the group? "Prince, dude just walked up to me one day and said, 'Hey wanna join my group?' I said yes because why the hell not, and the rest is history." Who, from the group, did they meet first? "The answer to this question is stated above, jeez you need to pay more attention."
50,141	1,347	139	446	7,203	As soon as Raijin left the alleyway, he would see Cynthia standing inside one of the "payphone" booths in front of the store, which were used by people who hadn't bothered or couldn't connect their personal phone to the game. The booth was silenced, but not opaque, and he could see her talking, or rather yelling into the receiver. Her animated discussion ended with her slamming the phone back into it's cradle and shoving her way out of the alcove, where she abruptly saw Raijin and stopped, looking embarrassed. "H-how long have you been standing there?"	I have no clue how skills and stats work here too so if someone can give me a brief explaination on the average values a level 4 has, it'll really help! :D Live every waking moment like it is your last, for every step and mistake you make will haunt you till you pass. Real/Player Name: Rowen Hae Gen Myoun Character Name: R. Tiger Title: The Lost Age: 20 Real Gender: Male In-game Gender: Male Race: Wildborn Class: Purist LeveL: 4 Appearance. R. Tiger, Rowen's character, appears as a very-fit looking man with several feline traits. His ears are pointed and tipped with fur and two lines of thicker facial hair form stripes down his cheeks, as well as prepossessing a long bushy tail. His hair is light brown and swept back, tied in a pony tail behind and growing past his sideburns and along his jaw in front. However, unlike quite a disturbing number of wildborn players who like their appearance 'au-naturale' (see: very, very naked), for less than appropriate reasons. Rowen dresses immaculately, donning a sturdy swallow-tailed coat and canvas trousers that fit snuggly into tan hide metal boots -alongside a red, tattered scarf that hangs around his neck, waist long and flowing in the wind behind him. Though it was once a beginner's item, he has painstakingly upgraded it many times over and is now his trademark accessory. He can wear such armor that would usually be only considered by marksmen and lighter melee classes because of his higher than usual investment into STR, by Purist standards, making up for the slight lack of FOC with slightly better equipment. STR: Second Highest Stat FOC: Highest Stat AGI: Lowest Stat (I have no idea how stat distribution works here so this is a placeholder till then.) Flamebolt: One of the few possible miracles a Purist begins their journey with. This ancient incantation releases a bolt of solid fire that quickly homes in on it's target, detonating upon impact with a fair amount of force and heat. Mastering such long-lost magic is the first step to becoming a true sorcerer. Blink: Having learnt to step beyond the boundaries of space momentarily, a Purist makes use of the planet's rotation to seemingly teleport a short distance away from where they previously were. Leaving both enemies and audiences bewildered in awe. Nature's Lore (Survival): You have learnt how to identify and analyse flora and minerals found in the wilds of various planets, as well as how to prepare simple concoctions with them! Medium Armor Proficiency I (Common): You have learnt how to properly wear hide and aluminium armor, as well as conditioned yourself to move freely in them! Chest - Neck - Legs - Feet - Right Ringfinger - Weapon #1: Weapon #2: *Unmentioned slots are empty. Personality: Rowen has always been abit of an oddball, ever the epicurean, he braves new experiences with vigor and a unflinching curiousity. Though some may consider this an admirable trait, they are far and few between. Most of the time, it leaves those around him uncomfortable and sneering at him. Maybe it is because of this that he enjoys Paradise much more than real life, here he is judged less and the consequences are (were) far more lenient. He has even made some friends in the online game. His experiments have even proved useful every once in awhile. But despite his quirk, Rowen is not without common sense well ...not... totally without it, at least. Like how he clearly tells right from wrong and has a moral compass to guide him, even in a game where the lines between both are blurred. An ideal he sometimes holds above himself for what he thinks is the greater good. Background: (I'd like to keep most of this for discovery through the game so there might not be much I would post here :X, if that's okay? I'll post what his friends would generally know though.) Rowen is his english name and was raised by korean parents who left their country and traveled alot. Never staying in one place, he learnt about the world through first hand experience and never really thought of anywhere as his home. They worked for the CDC (Center for Control of Diseases) and were always in some hotspot, scarce of people. But in recent years where outbreaks have slowed, he has been able to truly be in a society and see how things go. This year he is supposed to enter a local university full-Time but has made a small group of close friends over an online game for quite awhile, he was about to tell them the news when .......something happened. Other: Rowen's dysfunctional choice of being a Wildborn, a race geared towards the physical, and yet a Purist, the most magically oriented class of Paradise, was something of a testing grounds in preparation for his second character. He certainly did not expect to have made friends halfway, or be permernantly stuck with his bad choices when Standish went all psychopathic on them.
50,142	1,347	140	1,918	8,272	Long enough to see that you and who ever was on the other end were having quite the argument. Raijin said, staying quiet for a bit as he formulated his response a bit more. "Look Cynth, If you don't want to talk about what ever going on IRL, then I won't pry, just know that everyone is here for you if you need a shoulder to cry on, a person to listen to your worries, someone for you to just vent your emotions at, we'll be their for you. So don't get all soft and embarrassed on me now, O fearless leader and drill sergent." Raijin's then started marching aroun in a much exaggerated army march, speaking in a barking tone way above the necessary volume. "The troops need hard, stict discipline to whip them into shape, and someone they can count on to lead in to them battle! And in my humble opinion, I believe you to be the best canidate for the position." He came to a stop in front of Cynthia, his arm above his head in salute. "So, do you accept your position, Madame Drill Sergent Cynthia, ma'am."	Name:Void Level:5 Beast type:Wolf Skills: +Wilderness Movement +Melee Combat Stats: Str:8 Foc:0 Agi:7 Personality: She is very sweet outside of combat, tending to play a lot and snuggle with her master's companion's. But in battle, she is a vicious fighter, going after her master's enemies with savage brilliance. She is more of a tank then her master, but still remains speedy due to the fact that she has no magic abilities and thus doesn't need to skill points placed in her Focus stat. \|☺\| Prince: "Prince is an okay guy, but he could stand to have a little motivation. And maybe be a little more energy, I swear 95% of the time he spends in this game is sleeping. Okay that is an exaggeration, it's closer to 80%." \|☺\|,possible rival, Cynthia:"She's a nice person, plus she's fun to mess with a little. And she knows how to take a joke and throw one right back. I'd say she's pretty, but this is a video game, so I don't know for sure(not that I particularly care), or even a girl(which I do care about). The trials and tribulations of meeting people over the net." \|☺\| Marinette:"She's cool, a bit to cool though. She doesn't seemed to be the kind that gets phased by much. Has interesting taste in music, that's for sure." \|☺\| cattypea:"She's an interesting one, she nice and caring, but strict. Kinda like a mom, or at least how I think a mom is. I don't have a of knowledge on the subject, only what I see on TV. She can also be very outspoken." \|☺\| Mantam:" Nice and cheery, she's the absolute last person I would expect to run into in a game like Paradise. Not an escapist bon in her body, unlike me, but I guess that what I like about her. Out of all the people here, I'd say she's the most carefree. This excludes Prince, as his level of carefree-ness is of the charts." \|☺\|Hazard: "Cocky, crack-shot, and a Razor sharp wit, what's not to like about the guy. Defintely my first choice in battle." \|♪ \|Grey:"Guy's alright, but he's rather confusing. Half the time I don't know whether he's joking or not, but maybe that's him getting into the role as a robot. I'm not completely convinced he isn't to be honest." \|☹ \| Raijin: "Raijin is who I wish I was, who I want to be. But I can never be that person. And that's why I hate him, why I hate me. Can we move on to someone else now, please?" \|♪ \| Deathedge: He's okay I guess, but he looks so mad all the time. Tend not to talk to him a lot, so I don't know that much about him." \|☺\| CherryLover: "She the prime target for my mischief. If there's one thing I love, it's messing with hot heads. She's just to easy to mess with, and her reactions are hilarious. She probably doesn't like me that much." How long has your character been playing the game? "I've been in Paradise since it's activation. It's the ultimate form of escapism, and I needed to escape. If this game hadn't came out when it did. . . well let's just say I'm glad it did and leave it at that." How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) "I have two character's, one's a purist, the other is this one. I got bored of being a purist and decided to go with Xenomaster because, hey, like animals. Thi is a class that uses them, let's play ball." How long have they been a part of the group? "I'd say around a week or two." Who invited them to the group? "Prince, dude just walked up to me one day and said, 'Hey wanna join my group?' I said yes because why the hell not, and the rest is history." Who, from the group, did they meet first? "The answer to this question is stated above, jeez you need to pay more attention."
50,143	1,347	141	1,379	5,171	Komi Cherry took the sack of coins and wanted to reply to Raijin before "O yea than... Stop calling me that!" Cherry shouted at Raijin before turning around and angrily walked into the store with some mumbling "Never stops doing that, why did I pare up with him." She squeezed a little through all the people standing in the store. It whas pretty easy for her since she was rather small. Cherry made sure that Void was close to her and looked down from time to time, with one of her legs close to Void to feel if Void whas still there. She faced the shopkeeper and talked a little louder then ussual to tell him the supplies she needed. After a short amount of time she got out of the store again back to Raijin it looked a little like he whas talking to himself or whas he still talking to someone. Cherry only got a small glimps of what he was saying before he stopped "Did you say something?" Suddenly it looked like Cynthia appeared out of nowhere. Cherry stepped back a little and listened to the conversation the two were having "You both alright?" She sounded a bit concerned but Raijin seemed alright again. Cherry raised her arm up and placed her hand against the side of her head just like in the army. The sound of her shoes going against each othet coul clearly be heared and the other arm whas placed down against her body "Raijin is right, You are the best for this job drill sergeant." She talked in a loud strict voice while standing behind Raijin who whas still marching around. She waited for Raijin to finish and started talking again "Madame Drill Sergeant Cynthia Sir." She gave a cheeky laugh when she dropped the straight face.	Real Name: Komi Tachibana Username: CherryLover Title: Scrap Goddess Real Age: 16 In Game Age: 18 Real Gender: Female In Game Gender: Female Race: Pholirites Class: Pilot Level: 4 Stat Build: Foc 7 Agi 3 Str 2 Skills: +Magic ++Creation ++Mech ++Repair +Creation +Guns Pistols Equipment: Head: Eyewear (Goggles, lvl 2) Neck: Neckwear (Scarf, lvl 1) Chest: Light armor (Leather coat with black tank top under it, lvl 4) Right Arm: Bracelet (Silver wrist band, lvl 1) Left Arm: Bracelet (Navigator Watch, lvl 4, Keeps track of all the places the watch has been to (Citys,towns), also tells time) Left Finger: Ring (Silver, lvl 3) Waist: Belt (Cloth, lvl 4) Legs: Light armor (Floppy pants, lvl 4) Feet: Boots (Half lower leg, Leather, lvl 4) Primary Weapon: Firearm (M1911, lvl 4) Spare Weapon #1 Tool (Heavy wrench, lvl 2) Spare Weapon #2 Small Blade (Dagger, lvl 1) Personality: Miko is one of those girls who is always very friendly and caring towards others, she can be somewhat short tempered sometimes and breaks into rage mode when you even try to mess with her. However she is someone who is very trustworthy and helpful towards her friends and sometimes strangers as well, if you want a shoulder to cry in Miko is that person who will care for her friends. Miko tends to be very relaxed most of the time but she is never lazy and knows when to help out whenever it is needed. She is a person who is always pushing against her limits to constantly improve herself. When anything doesnt want to work out for her she just tries again but even harder than before. Background: Miko didn't have an easy life to live, most of her time was spent at home for being sick all of the sudden while she was just having a nice day of normal school. This was all because she was and is still suffering from Lower Respiratory Infections this makes her extremely vulnerable to viruses and such. After her grandpa died of illness she had a small mental breakdown. He was one of the family members to make her laugh a lot even when she was sick, it resulted in staying in the hospital for a long period of time to take care of her 24/7 till she felt somewhat better. Her life wasnt that horrible that she didn't have any fun at all there were also these moments of enjoyment. Like a simple field trip for school or a vacation to a warm land would make her feel full of excitement. The most enjoyable times where of course when her friends came to visit her at home or in the hospital, it wasn't that often but a fair amount to her. There was one thing in the world where she could just forget about it all and be someone else, in the gaming world she could breathe freely without having to worry about something making her sick and stopping her from having her fun. (give me some more time to make it better, this would have to do for now my inspiration fluids died down.) Other: Miko has just like most Pholirites bicolored eyes in the two colours blue and sea greenish, her right eye is blue and her left eye is green.
50,144	1,347	142	446	7,203	Cynthia laughed softly and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. "Thanks you guys." She said, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. As she did, her shoulders relaxed, and when she opened her eyes there was a hard glint in them, not of anger, but of single minded determination. "I promise, I won't lose my head again. All of you are my responsibility, and I plan to keep all of you alive, whatever the cost." She glanced at Cherry and nodded. "I assume Raijin told you to get supplies? What did you get?"	I have no clue how skills and stats work here too so if someone can give me a brief explaination on the average values a level 4 has, it'll really help! :D Live every waking moment like it is your last, for every step and mistake you make will haunt you till you pass. Real/Player Name: Rowen Hae Gen Myoun Character Name: R. Tiger Title: The Lost Age: 20 Real Gender: Male In-game Gender: Male Race: Wildborn Class: Purist LeveL: 4 Appearance. R. Tiger, Rowen's character, appears as a very-fit looking man with several feline traits. His ears are pointed and tipped with fur and two lines of thicker facial hair form stripes down his cheeks, as well as prepossessing a long bushy tail. His hair is light brown and swept back, tied in a pony tail behind and growing past his sideburns and along his jaw in front. However, unlike quite a disturbing number of wildborn players who like their appearance 'au-naturale' (see: very, very naked), for less than appropriate reasons. Rowen dresses immaculately, donning a sturdy swallow-tailed coat and canvas trousers that fit snuggly into tan hide metal boots -alongside a red, tattered scarf that hangs around his neck, waist long and flowing in the wind behind him. Though it was once a beginner's item, he has painstakingly upgraded it many times over and is now his trademark accessory. He can wear such armor that would usually be only considered by marksmen and lighter melee classes because of his higher than usual investment into STR, by Purist standards, making up for the slight lack of FOC with slightly better equipment. STR: Second Highest Stat FOC: Highest Stat AGI: Lowest Stat (I have no idea how stat distribution works here so this is a placeholder till then.) Flamebolt: One of the few possible miracles a Purist begins their journey with. This ancient incantation releases a bolt of solid fire that quickly homes in on it's target, detonating upon impact with a fair amount of force and heat. Mastering such long-lost magic is the first step to becoming a true sorcerer. Blink: Having learnt to step beyond the boundaries of space momentarily, a Purist makes use of the planet's rotation to seemingly teleport a short distance away from where they previously were. Leaving both enemies and audiences bewildered in awe. Nature's Lore (Survival): You have learnt how to identify and analyse flora and minerals found in the wilds of various planets, as well as how to prepare simple concoctions with them! Medium Armor Proficiency I (Common): You have learnt how to properly wear hide and aluminium armor, as well as conditioned yourself to move freely in them! Chest - Neck - Legs - Feet - Right Ringfinger - Weapon #1: Weapon #2: *Unmentioned slots are empty. Personality: Rowen has always been abit of an oddball, ever the epicurean, he braves new experiences with vigor and a unflinching curiousity. Though some may consider this an admirable trait, they are far and few between. Most of the time, it leaves those around him uncomfortable and sneering at him. Maybe it is because of this that he enjoys Paradise much more than real life, here he is judged less and the consequences are (were) far more lenient. He has even made some friends in the online game. His experiments have even proved useful every once in awhile. But despite his quirk, Rowen is not without common sense well ...not... totally without it, at least. Like how he clearly tells right from wrong and has a moral compass to guide him, even in a game where the lines between both are blurred. An ideal he sometimes holds above himself for what he thinks is the greater good. Background: (I'd like to keep most of this for discovery through the game so there might not be much I would post here :X, if that's okay? I'll post what his friends would generally know though.) Rowen is his english name and was raised by korean parents who left their country and traveled alot. Never staying in one place, he learnt about the world through first hand experience and never really thought of anywhere as his home. They worked for the CDC (Center for Control of Diseases) and were always in some hotspot, scarce of people. But in recent years where outbreaks have slowed, he has been able to truly be in a society and see how things go. This year he is supposed to enter a local university full-Time but has made a small group of close friends over an online game for quite awhile, he was about to tell them the news when .......something happened. Other: Rowen's dysfunctional choice of being a Wildborn, a race geared towards the physical, and yet a Purist, the most magically oriented class of Paradise, was something of a testing grounds in preparation for his second character. He certainly did not expect to have made friends halfway, or be permernantly stuck with his bad choices when Standish went all psychopathic on them.
50,145	1,347	143	1,918	8,272	Very nice follow up Lil' firecracker, and do tell what you got, and how much we got left over? Raijin said as crouched down to give Void a pet, laughing as the wolf came up to lick at his face/ "Oi Void, bad girl, bad girl. You know that I don't like getting licked in the face." Raijin tone was very unconvincing, as he struggled to settle her down.	Name:Void Level:5 Beast type:Wolf Skills: +Wilderness Movement +Melee Combat Stats: Str:8 Foc:0 Agi:7 Personality: She is very sweet outside of combat, tending to play a lot and snuggle with her master's companion's. But in battle, she is a vicious fighter, going after her master's enemies with savage brilliance. She is more of a tank then her master, but still remains speedy due to the fact that she has no magic abilities and thus doesn't need to skill points placed in her Focus stat. \|☺\| Prince: "Prince is an okay guy, but he could stand to have a little motivation. And maybe be a little more energy, I swear 95% of the time he spends in this game is sleeping. Okay that is an exaggeration, it's closer to 80%." \|☺\|,possible rival, Cynthia:"She's a nice person, plus she's fun to mess with a little. And she knows how to take a joke and throw one right back. I'd say she's pretty, but this is a video game, so I don't know for sure(not that I particularly care), or even a girl(which I do care about). The trials and tribulations of meeting people over the net." \|☺\| Marinette:"She's cool, a bit to cool though. She doesn't seemed to be the kind that gets phased by much. Has interesting taste in music, that's for sure." \|☺\| cattypea:"She's an interesting one, she nice and caring, but strict. Kinda like a mom, or at least how I think a mom is. I don't have a of knowledge on the subject, only what I see on TV. She can also be very outspoken." \|☺\| Mantam:" Nice and cheery, she's the absolute last person I would expect to run into in a game like Paradise. Not an escapist bon in her body, unlike me, but I guess that what I like about her. Out of all the people here, I'd say she's the most carefree. This excludes Prince, as his level of carefree-ness is of the charts." \|☺\|Hazard: "Cocky, crack-shot, and a Razor sharp wit, what's not to like about the guy. Defintely my first choice in battle." \|♪ \|Grey:"Guy's alright, but he's rather confusing. Half the time I don't know whether he's joking or not, but maybe that's him getting into the role as a robot. I'm not completely convinced he isn't to be honest." \|☹ \| Raijin: "Raijin is who I wish I was, who I want to be. But I can never be that person. And that's why I hate him, why I hate me. Can we move on to someone else now, please?" \|♪ \| Deathedge: He's okay I guess, but he looks so mad all the time. Tend not to talk to him a lot, so I don't know that much about him." \|☺\| CherryLover: "She the prime target for my mischief. If there's one thing I love, it's messing with hot heads. She's just to easy to mess with, and her reactions are hilarious. She probably doesn't like me that much." How long has your character been playing the game? "I've been in Paradise since it's activation. It's the ultimate form of escapism, and I needed to escape. If this game hadn't came out when it did. . . well let's just say I'm glad it did and leave it at that." How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) "I have two character's, one's a purist, the other is this one. I got bored of being a purist and decided to go with Xenomaster because, hey, like animals. Thi is a class that uses them, let's play ball." How long have they been a part of the group? "I'd say around a week or two." Who invited them to the group? "Prince, dude just walked up to me one day and said, 'Hey wanna join my group?' I said yes because why the hell not, and the rest is history." Who, from the group, did they meet first? "The answer to this question is stated above, jeez you need to pay more attention."
50,146	1,347	144	641	893	Mantam soon found that the population of The Cave slowly began to dwindle, as people began to run out to make the preparations necessary for their new position trapped in Paradise, whether that be shopping or going to level. Soon enough she found only herself and Marinette remained. She found herself with little to do. Her head was still spinning. She knew she should do something, seeing as her life now hinged on her success in Paradise, but she was lost. She felt wholly useless. She wished she was playing another character when this had happened. Mirage Shifter was fun, but it possesses some very clear shortcomings. When a Mirage Shifter has burned through all their mana, they are in a very tough position. Due to the nature of the class they are typically at the front of the group, but once all of their mana is gone they are then left at the front of the group in a very squishy formed. A dangerous position in a game with a potential for death. She knew that she would do better on one of her alts, even a frontline fighter without limitations like the Mirage Shifter's. But it was impossible to switch. Instead, she moved to the Cave's couch and plopped down onto it. She felt her heart twisting wit guilt at her own selfishness, choosing to rest while everyone was working. But she was having difficulty coping, and didn't want to go out on her own. Paradise was a dangerous place, and she was terrified of dying.	It was surprisingly hard to write a CS for a character that's just a normal person. Hope it looks alright. Real Name Hazel Hosner Username Mantam Title The Red Wolf Age 19 Gender Female, both in game and in real life. Race Human Class Mirage Shifter Level 5 Stat Build 10 FOC 5 AGI 0 Strength Skills Magic, including but not limited to shape-shifting Forms: Hazel's preferred form is her titular Red Wolf. She is also able to take the form of a Wasnork, Floatezal, and a Paquee. Artificer, able to create weapons that magic can be channeled through Hazel has invested a surprising amount of time into in-game cooking, and is very proficient at it Equipment Ear- Enchanted Ear Rings (Small FOC increase) Neck- Golden Necklace (Small Magic Resist) Chest- Magician's Shirt (Increase to Mana Pool) Right Hand- Wand Left Hand- Magic Foci Waist- Magician's Sash (Small boost to Physical resistance, increase to Mana Pool) Legs- Drab Pants Feet- Fancy Shoes Personality Hazel is a young and cheerful girl. She is outgoing, and goes out of her way to make her more reserved friends feel comfortable. Unlike many 'MMO Addicts' she has no wish to escape the real world, and has no wish to stay trapped in Paradise. In conversation Hazel is a nice, polite, and fun person. Hazel is innocent, and often willing to help others to a fault. She doesn't have much experience with the 'bad' side of the world and can be a bit gullible. Above all, Hazel is a loyal friend, and is unwilling to turn her back back on those she is close to, online or otherwise. Background Hazel is an altogether normal post high school girl. She comes from a rich family, and grew up without want. Despite this, she luckily managed to not become a spoiled brat. She was always the 'popular' girl at school, but was smart enough to keep her head out of trouble that her friends got into. After she passed high school, she put off college, much to the dismay of her parents, in favor of spending a year relaxing. However she quickly found that with most of her friends leaving for college life was boring. Then Paradise came out. Hazel was, surprisingly to most, an avid MMO player. Although most hardcore players would consider her a 'casual', she enjoys playing them greatly, and has made a small group of friends playing MMOs. Intrigued by Paradise's revolutionary gameplay, she convinced her parents to buy the game for her, despite the fact that they frowned upon her gaming 'addiction'. When Miles Standish announced to her and her friends that they were trapped in the game, she made the decision to become a 'hardcore' MMO player so her and her friends can escape Paradise. Characters: ☺ Prince- "Prince is a nice guy, and he has an odd tendency to bring people together. He's a good friend." ☺ Cynthia- "Cynthia seems to harbor some kind of guilt she doesn't let on about, but she's a nice person, and one of my friends." ☺ Marinette- "Marinette's avatar is really creepy looking. Besides that, nice person, good friend." ☺ cattypea- "I like Catty. Catty is one of my friends." ♡ Mantam- "Me. I love me." ☺ Hazard- "Hazard is a kind person, and one of my friends." ☺ Grey- "He's a bit mysterious, but I like him. He's one of my friends." ☺ Raijin- "He's quiet, and can get a bit brutal in fights, but he's a friend of mine. Also, Void is sooooooooo cute." ☺ Deathedge- "He can be a bit... hard to like at times, but I'm convinced that I can make him come out of his shell." ☺ CherryLover- "Cherry is a good person. Truly one of my main girls." How long has your character been playing the game? Mantam got the game on release How long has this particular "character" been in the game? Mantam only recently made this character, choosing to adopt it when the rest of her friends began playing. How long have they been a part of the group? Mantam has been with the group since almost the start. Who invited them to the group? Prince Who, from the group, did they meet first? Mantam happened to stumble upon the Cave post-occupation by Prince and Cynthia, and somehow managed to find herself with a new group of friends.
50,147	1,347	145	1,379	5,171	Cherry She fell back a bit from the glint of Cynthia. She might have been really mad at them all of the sudden for acting like that, but it didn't seem like it. They both faced her short after to ask what stuff she had bought. A small smirk appeared on her face when she lowered her head a little and lowered the cap of her hat a little with her hand to hide her eyes. She turned her head away a little and began to talk in a dark sinister voice "From the depths of hell they creared these kind of objects for years. And they have been brought to us for centuries long." She raised her tumb wise and middle finger of her hand up in the air before them "These magic objects that are called... Potions." A potion appeared in her hand between her tumb and middle finger. She looked back at the two of them again and raised her hat up so that it wasnt blocking her view "About 20 of them i still have like 15 gold left." After having answhere them so dramatically she bended down and waited for Void to come near her. When Void did she would quietly say "Sorry"	Real Name: Komi Tachibana Username: CherryLover Title: Scrap Goddess Real Age: 16 In Game Age: 18 Real Gender: Female In Game Gender: Female Race: Pholirites Class: Pilot Level: 4 Stat Build: Foc 7 Agi 3 Str 2 Skills: +Magic ++Creation ++Mech ++Repair +Creation +Guns Pistols Equipment: Head: Eyewear (Goggles, lvl 2) Neck: Neckwear (Scarf, lvl 1) Chest: Light armor (Leather coat with black tank top under it, lvl 4) Right Arm: Bracelet (Silver wrist band, lvl 1) Left Arm: Bracelet (Navigator Watch, lvl 4, Keeps track of all the places the watch has been to (Citys,towns), also tells time) Left Finger: Ring (Silver, lvl 3) Waist: Belt (Cloth, lvl 4) Legs: Light armor (Floppy pants, lvl 4) Feet: Boots (Half lower leg, Leather, lvl 4) Primary Weapon: Firearm (M1911, lvl 4) Spare Weapon #1 Tool (Heavy wrench, lvl 2) Spare Weapon #2 Small Blade (Dagger, lvl 1) Personality: Miko is one of those girls who is always very friendly and caring towards others, she can be somewhat short tempered sometimes and breaks into rage mode when you even try to mess with her. However she is someone who is very trustworthy and helpful towards her friends and sometimes strangers as well, if you want a shoulder to cry in Miko is that person who will care for her friends. Miko tends to be very relaxed most of the time but she is never lazy and knows when to help out whenever it is needed. She is a person who is always pushing against her limits to constantly improve herself. When anything doesnt want to work out for her she just tries again but even harder than before. Background: Miko didn't have an easy life to live, most of her time was spent at home for being sick all of the sudden while she was just having a nice day of normal school. This was all because she was and is still suffering from Lower Respiratory Infections this makes her extremely vulnerable to viruses and such. After her grandpa died of illness she had a small mental breakdown. He was one of the family members to make her laugh a lot even when she was sick, it resulted in staying in the hospital for a long period of time to take care of her 24/7 till she felt somewhat better. Her life wasnt that horrible that she didn't have any fun at all there were also these moments of enjoyment. Like a simple field trip for school or a vacation to a warm land would make her feel full of excitement. The most enjoyable times where of course when her friends came to visit her at home or in the hospital, it wasn't that often but a fair amount to her. There was one thing in the world where she could just forget about it all and be someone else, in the gaming world she could breathe freely without having to worry about something making her sick and stopping her from having her fun. (give me some more time to make it better, this would have to do for now my inspiration fluids died down.) Other: Miko has just like most Pholirites bicolored eyes in the two colours blue and sea greenish, her right eye is blue and her left eye is green.
50,148	1,347	146	446	7,203	Cynthia just blinked for a moment, her face completely impassive. Then all of a sudden she snorted. "Snrk. Is that all miss drama queen?" She said, a hint of laughter in her voice. She opened her inventory and pulled out a notebook, thumbing through the pages. "Let's see here. Besides your twenty potions, we should probably get five smoke bombs, three bait, three pounds of food, a box of purifying tablets, and some flint and tinder." She put the notebook back in her inventory and checked how much money she had. It was quite the surplus, since she spent almost all of her time out hunting, and she still had some sellables on her. "Why don't you two start heading back, or just chill out. I'll pick up the rest of the supplies and meet you back at the Cave." She waved at them and moved across the street, back into the general store Cherry had just left.	I have no clue how skills and stats work here too so if someone can give me a brief explaination on the average values a level 4 has, it'll really help! :D Live every waking moment like it is your last, for every step and mistake you make will haunt you till you pass. Real/Player Name: Rowen Hae Gen Myoun Character Name: R. Tiger Title: The Lost Age: 20 Real Gender: Male In-game Gender: Male Race: Wildborn Class: Purist LeveL: 4 Appearance. R. Tiger, Rowen's character, appears as a very-fit looking man with several feline traits. His ears are pointed and tipped with fur and two lines of thicker facial hair form stripes down his cheeks, as well as prepossessing a long bushy tail. His hair is light brown and swept back, tied in a pony tail behind and growing past his sideburns and along his jaw in front. However, unlike quite a disturbing number of wildborn players who like their appearance 'au-naturale' (see: very, very naked), for less than appropriate reasons. Rowen dresses immaculately, donning a sturdy swallow-tailed coat and canvas trousers that fit snuggly into tan hide metal boots -alongside a red, tattered scarf that hangs around his neck, waist long and flowing in the wind behind him. Though it was once a beginner's item, he has painstakingly upgraded it many times over and is now his trademark accessory. He can wear such armor that would usually be only considered by marksmen and lighter melee classes because of his higher than usual investment into STR, by Purist standards, making up for the slight lack of FOC with slightly better equipment. STR: Second Highest Stat FOC: Highest Stat AGI: Lowest Stat (I have no idea how stat distribution works here so this is a placeholder till then.) Flamebolt: One of the few possible miracles a Purist begins their journey with. This ancient incantation releases a bolt of solid fire that quickly homes in on it's target, detonating upon impact with a fair amount of force and heat. Mastering such long-lost magic is the first step to becoming a true sorcerer. Blink: Having learnt to step beyond the boundaries of space momentarily, a Purist makes use of the planet's rotation to seemingly teleport a short distance away from where they previously were. Leaving both enemies and audiences bewildered in awe. Nature's Lore (Survival): You have learnt how to identify and analyse flora and minerals found in the wilds of various planets, as well as how to prepare simple concoctions with them! Medium Armor Proficiency I (Common): You have learnt how to properly wear hide and aluminium armor, as well as conditioned yourself to move freely in them! Chest - Neck - Legs - Feet - Right Ringfinger - Weapon #1: Weapon #2: *Unmentioned slots are empty. Personality: Rowen has always been abit of an oddball, ever the epicurean, he braves new experiences with vigor and a unflinching curiousity. Though some may consider this an admirable trait, they are far and few between. Most of the time, it leaves those around him uncomfortable and sneering at him. Maybe it is because of this that he enjoys Paradise much more than real life, here he is judged less and the consequences are (were) far more lenient. He has even made some friends in the online game. His experiments have even proved useful every once in awhile. But despite his quirk, Rowen is not without common sense well ...not... totally without it, at least. Like how he clearly tells right from wrong and has a moral compass to guide him, even in a game where the lines between both are blurred. An ideal he sometimes holds above himself for what he thinks is the greater good. Background: (I'd like to keep most of this for discovery through the game so there might not be much I would post here :X, if that's okay? I'll post what his friends would generally know though.) Rowen is his english name and was raised by korean parents who left their country and traveled alot. Never staying in one place, he learnt about the world through first hand experience and never really thought of anywhere as his home. They worked for the CDC (Center for Control of Diseases) and were always in some hotspot, scarce of people. But in recent years where outbreaks have slowed, he has been able to truly be in a society and see how things go. This year he is supposed to enter a local university full-Time but has made a small group of close friends over an online game for quite awhile, he was about to tell them the news when .......something happened. Other: Rowen's dysfunctional choice of being a Wildborn, a race geared towards the physical, and yet a Purist, the most magically oriented class of Paradise, was something of a testing grounds in preparation for his second character. He certainly did not expect to have made friends halfway, or be permernantly stuck with his bad choices when Standish went all psychopathic on them.
50,149	1,347	147	1,867	444	> Prince smiled and looked back at Cat and then at Hazard. > > "Can we keep her?" He asked in a joking manner, chuckling softly. "That's good thinking, Cat. We'll go for the wolves then." He continued, sending a soft smile her way. > > He then led the group to the place he'd used before when grinding wolves. At first, he didn't really see any but after a few moments of standing and looking around, he spotted a bright red flash go by among the bushes. > > "There!" He whispered to the group, pointing at a small horde of Fire Wolves huddled around a tree int he distance. Hazard, you stay behind and provide cover fire like always and Cat and I will go in and try to aggro one or two of them." He began, his voice a hushed whisper. "Sound good?" Hazard had to admit Catt definitely had her mind in the right place, she was a smart girl. He nodded at her idea and agreed with Prince as he said "Of course we can". Hazard noticed the flash of red just as prince noted where they were, and with a small smile, unslung his rifle and prepped it to fire. "Go on ahead and do what you need to do, if anything goes wrong, Ol' Potshot and I will be here to clean up. Just be careful ok guys?" he said as he took his point on a higher area of ground just above the treeline where the wolves were seen.	Real Name: Kyron Akin Username: Mr.Hazard Title: The Desert Bullet Age: 20 Gender: male for both Race: Esquen Class: Marksman Level: 5 Stat Build: STR : 2 FOC: 9 AGL: 4 Skills: Guns (Assault rifle, pistol, sniper rifle) Perception +Survival +Appraisal +Tracking +Foraging Equipment: Head- Hood (sneak, level 3) Ear- Empty slot Neck- Neckerchief (vanity) Chest - light Velcro vest (armor, level 3) Waist- pocket belt (increased ammo capacity, level 2) Legs- knee pads (armor, level 2) Left hand & right hand- leather fingerless gloves (armor, level 1) Weapon- (Sniper Rifle, named ,level 5, critical attribute) Weapon: (Assault Rifle, level 4) Feet- combat boots (Armor and Speed) Spare weapon #1: 10 mm pistol (10 bullet clip capacity, level 3) Spare weapon #2: Shotgun (four round capacity, level 2) Personality: Jeff tends to keep the same attitude both in and out of game. He is kind and uplifting, and tries his best to cheer up his friends. In game, he tends to act cocky in a battle, and is usually the one to crack jokes to lighten the mood. He will fight to the best of his ability when it comes to providing covering fire to protect his teammates, and never gives up even after the last bullet leaves the chamber. He is generous with the items he finds, and always volunteers to help find whatever may be needed for a suffering teammate. Background: Jeff grew up in a very restrictive environment. His parents had a large list of rules to put on him which gave him a lot of stress since he couldnt go out with his friends often or even as long as he would like. It would seem that every time he found something fun to do that allowed human interaction, his parents would take it away from him. When he came across Paradise, he thought it was amazing, but after a harsh and loud conflict in which his mother forced him out of a game session, Jeff decided he would move out. He got himself a job and rented a low income apartment in the next town, and even though his money is tight for the current time in his life, he couldnt be happier to play online with his friends whenever he pleased. Other: Whenever Jeff makes a headshot, he always says "Boom, headshot" due to it being one of his favorite quotes. His number one favorite quote is: "Do not call me a coward in battle, I like to kill my enemies while looking them in the eyes through a high powered rifle scope at four miles away." In game: Prince- Great guy and a better friend. He brought me into this group and Im thankful for it. A great friend. Cynthia- She is pretty damn cool, bit of a badass which I like, its weird though, I always get the weirdest feeling of deja vu around her... Marinette- Good ol Mari!! definite best friend. I wanna be her drinking buddy once I turn 21 cattypea- Catty is a sweet girl, albeit a little quiet, But willing to learn which I can respect! Mantam- Sweet gal, a great friend and someone to talk to Hazard- Pssh, 10/10 would go gay for, Grey- My friendly rival! At the end of the day we always see who got the most hits... its me Raijin- Raijin Caijin! Sometimes I think he is more animal than human, but he is a cool dude, with a badass wolf Deathedge- Mysterious, but i know he means well. Needs to open up more! CherryLover- Sweet little cherry, kinda feels like a little sister in a way How long has your character been playing the game? Since release How long has this particular "character" been in the game? First character made once the game started How long have they been a part of the group? He was about the halfway mark Who invited them to the group? Prince Who, from the group, did they meet first? Prince came across him while exploring at one point and decided to do a quest with him. been friends since.
50,150	1,347	148	1,046	4,333	Prince nodded slightly before nodding to Cat. Slowly, he stood and began creeping up on the wolf. The moment it realized he was here, he'd charge at him. However, as he got closer, Prince let out a small gasp. He'd calculated this all wrong. There wasn't one flame wolf here, there was an entire pack with the alpha staring right at him as he moved in. "Cat... We need to finish this quickly. Do you trust me?" He asked without looking at her. He could feel his heart pumping as the wolf slowly walked over to them, curious. His flame red hair was on end, obviously cautious of them.	~Real Name~ Logan West ~Username~ Prince267 ~Title~ "The White Knight" ~Real Age/In-Game Age~ 18/18 ~Real Gender/In-Game Gender~ Male/Male ~Race~ Human ~Class~ Ki Brawler ~Level~ Level: 4 ~Stat Build~ STR = 4 FOC= 2 AGI = 6 ~Skills~ ~Repair (Staff and Small Machine) ~Weapon (Staff) ~Fighting ~Cooking (Simple Dishes) ~Equipment~ ~Weapon (Staff Level 3) ~Frying Pan (Used for cooking, and hitting idiots over the head.) ~Simple Traveler's Clothes ~Silver Chain ~Small Ear Ring ~Equipment Slots~ Ear - Small Ear Ring (Slightly improves Agility) Neck - Thin Silver Chain (Gives a small amount of protection against magic projectiles.) Chest - Worn Shirt (Dyed Black) Right Hand - Staff (Two handed) Legs - Worn Pants (Gray) Spare Weapon #1 - Frying Pan ~Personality~ Logan is a rather quiet boy who tends to keep to himself. He finds it hard to be himself around people, the fear of rejection out weighing his desire to be loved. Living by himself didn't help matters either. It just led to a lot of misconceptions about him and his past. Rumors flew through the air around him. That he'd killed his own parents and that he joined the mafia. Because of his rough appearance a lot of people believed it. After all, how could a guy who looked so angry all the time be anything but bad news? In Paradise, however, Logan had no fears. Under the pretense of "Prince", he held no fear of being himself. A fun loving and warm individual. Prince can talk just a bit too much but he always means well. He's also a bit of a free spirit, doing whatever he wants when he wants. If it is something he'd rather not do, he won't. ~Background~ Logan, despite what people think, has a family that is relatively well off. When they deicded to move, he didn't want anything to change and so he stayed in their old home by himself while his parents moved to another part of the country. Not wanting to face the fear of rejection again, he decided to stay and simply play the part they'd wanted to give him. When he found out about Paradise, he asked his parents and they had the game shipped to his home. Since then, he hasn't gone out much besides going to school every now and then and soon even that ended as he spent all of his time in the game with his new friends. Because of the mask Logan could wear, he felt safe to be himself and made a few friends with whom he spent a good deal of his time. Paradise was truly a paradise for him. ~Other~ Still WIPsy since I still need Chuks approval for something. :P ☹ ("Enemies") ☺ ("Friends") ✧ ("BFFs") ♪ ("Neutral") ♡ ("Could Be Something More ~") Characters: \|☹\| Prince - "..." \|✧\| Cynthia - "She's pretty awesome! She's definitely a lot more dedicated than I am, which I guess is a good thing. I have to give her props because I don't think I could ever work as hard as she does. Also... she's kind of pretty. >////> \|✧\| Marinette - "Despite always listening to music, Marinette can be pretty cool. She's pretty good at what she does even if she does like to flaunt it a bit too much. Then again, I can't say anything. I'm much weaker than her." \|✧\| cattypea - "She'd be cute if she didn't intimidate me so much. Then again, most females do that to me. But her fur is pretty cool... I kind of want to pet her but fear that I might lose my hand in doing so and it might not necessarily be Cat to take it..." \|✧\| Mantam - "Pretty... and kind. I quite like this girl." \|✧\| Hazard - "Despite being cocky, Hazard always has my back. I feel that he might be my best friend in the game and my best ally. Even when my back is turned, he never lets me down. I don't know what I'd do without the loser." \|✧\| Grey - "Despite rubbing people the wrong way, Grey is a great friend and an even better cyborg. Well, at least that's what I think. Though... he could lay off the sour berries. He needs to lighten up some times, take some siestas. Maybe I might invite him to one of mine one day." \|♪\| Raijin - "He needs a chill pill. Plox." \|♪\| Deathedge - "Also needs a chill pill..." \|✧\| CherryLover - "The little sister I never had. She cute and adorable like a.. small puppy with... a rather mean bite." How long has your character been playing the game? ~ Since it's release. How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) ~A few weeks old. (Prince is Logan's 2nd attempt at making Prince. He gave up the first time but now he's seems to be sticking with it. Mostly.) How long have they been a part of the group? ~Since it's creation a few weeks ago. He met Cynthia at level 1 and they began to find themselves bumping into one another frequently and decided to simply make a group with the cave they'd stumbled upon. Weeks later, he and Cynthia had managed to fill all of the spots in the party. Who invited them to the group? ~He and Cynthia created it. Who, from the group, did they meet first? ~Cynthia Real Name: Caroline Night Username: Cynthia Black Title: "Fatal Edge" Age: 17 (Ingame 18) Gender: Female Race: Fae (Green Dragonfly wings) Class: Blademaster Level: 5 Stat Build: STR 5 AGI 9 FOC 1 Skills: Swords (Katana, Longsword, Greatsword) Exotic Weapons (Chain Knife, Grappling Hook, Throwing Knife) Cooking Equipment: Chest Armor (Coat, Level 3) Wrist Equipment (Gloves, Vanity) Ear Equipment (Cross Earings, Vanity) Neck Equipment (Cape, Air Resistance) Sword (Katana, level 4) Sword (Longsword, Named , level 5, Fire Attribute) Sword (Greatsword, level 3) Exotic Weapon (Chain Knife, Level 2) Exotic Weapon (Grappling Hook, Level 3) Bio:: Caroline is fed up with the real world, after her sister vanished. She escaped into Paradise and threw herself into it, training constantly to escape the gnawing guilt that she might have been the reason for her sister running away. She detests nothing more than injustice, and will always stand up for what she thinks is right, no matter who is pitted against her. Other: I'll try to make his look prettier when I'm feeling less lazy. Lol.
50,151	1,347	149	377	26,014	Cat moved silently just behind Prince, not wanting to draw too much attention to them. She had her staff, slung across her back to prevent it hitting the ground, and in easy reach, and she watched for any sudden movements. At the small gasp, she froze, and tried to see what had caused Prince to make the sound. She swallowed, seeing the wolves. "Cat... We need to finish this quickly. Do you trust me?" She looked to Prince, wondering how he could ask such a question, especially at a time like this. "Of course I trust you" she said softly, hopefully not causing the wolves to be alert to them, "You're my friend"	Just cause I like to be thorough: 1. What would you like to be called? Caits is more then fine, since it's just a shortening of my name in real life and I like it. 2. Have an age for us? Just turned 23. Hell, where did the year go? 3. How long have you been RPing? Hm. I started between the ages of 15-16. So roughly 7, 8 years. Well. Where did that time go? 4. How many RPs are you in currently? Hum. Let's see. Five. None of which are very demanding at the moment, and I currently have a lot of time on my hands. 5. What would you say are your strengths? I'm kind and caring. I'm very adaptable, and willing to work with others. I am able to play both males and females, despite being female. I can write anywhere from one word, to 1000 in a post (although 1000 ones are rare!). 6.Weaknesses? Spelling would be my main weakness, but I do use spell check, Google and dictionaries. I get very attached to my characters, which I wouldn't consider a weakness. 7. Which do you prefer playing villain or hero? I actually enjoy playing both. I don't particularly have a preference! I find it interesting playing both. 8. If you had to use one word to describe yourself, what would it be? Loyal. 9. If you could have any super power, what would it be? Just one? Empathy. Simply because I am a Nurse. Being able to know others emotions would be extremely beneficial there. 10. Do you believe that you will be committed to this RP? Yes. It is an absolutely fantastic idea. I have been looking for something like this, and will be excited to be apart of this! Real Name: Kalinda Differ Username: cattypea Title: the Nature Queen Age: 19 Gender: Female, in game and i. Real life. Race: wild born Class: Purist Level: 4 Stat Build: STR: 2 FOC: 5 AGI: 5 Skills: Cooking Trapping Taming +Melee combat +Wilderness Movement +Survival Equipment Magical staff (weapon) Short sword (weapon) Rope Cooking pot Water skin/canteen (whatever) Equipment (body) Head hood (level three), Ear: a simple earring, Neck: Necklace of Amag, (a magical item) Chest,waist, legs: light weight leather armor, and robe offering protection Left hand:glove, purely protective Right Hand: Glove, purely protective Feet: fur skin boots, purely protective Spare weapon: dagger Personality Kalinda is a soft spoken person. She doesn't voice her opinions too much, nor does she draw attention to herself. She does have a fiery nature, but most times, she is quite, serious, watchful and caring. At times she almost seems afraid. Certainly, she tries to stay away from others, and is often seen alone. She tries not to be judgemental, not wanting to judge people based on their appearances. In the game, she is able to shine. She comes out of her shell, and is able to be who she wishes to be, instead of the shy, quite mousy girl she portrays in the real world. Background Kalinda's background is somewhat...Trauma filled. She had a stable childhood until she was four, nearly five. Then, her parents took her to see her grandparents,'and on the way home, they were hit by a drunk driver. Her mother died instantly, her father lived for another hour, and the drunk driver died instantly as well. Kalinda, strapped in tight and secure, did not suffer badly. They were on a country road, and it was a few hours until someone else came along. Alone, scared and crying, Kalinda had bloodied her hands trying to get out the seat belt, which was badly jammed, and had yelled herself horse, for her parents, for anyone to help. She was rescued, and was soon taken in by her uncle, who her parents had chosen as her guardian, given the fact he had two children aged three and four. Despite this, she began quite, reserved, never really getting over the accident. She often has dreams about it. She developed a attachment to video games, and when Paradise came out, she asked for it. Her uncle, willing to give her it, complied. Other Since the stupid image won't appear, here's the link for her in game appearance! Whew. Let me know if anything needs to be changed. I hope I did well. I can change her background ground if need be, as I realise it could be seen as...bad. She's been adapted from another character of mine. I hope all the formatting is good. I also wish I had something other then anime to work with, but...I just lost all of my real life photos.
50,152	1,347	150	1,046	4,333	Good. Then follow my lead. He returned before turning to the wolves, the alpha nearly on them now. He put his hand behind his back and gave Hazard a small gesture, a rock and roll sign with his two middle most fingers folded over. As if to say, 'Time to rock and roll.' After doing so, Prince quickly grabbed his staff and swung it around the side Cat wasn't on and smacked the poor beast in the eye before jumping up and over it, running in the other direction, as he went, he smacked wolves right and left. There were about 5 of them not counting the alpha and he was sure more were close. They need to finish this quickly so they could regroup before the other group of wolves snuck up on them. He turned on heel when he reached the other side of the wolves and then signaled to Hazard again, pointing up, hoping Hazard would get the memo. He then stuck his staff out toward the ground and began to rush at one of the bigger wolves around him. It growled at him, spewing hot flames that licked at Prince's clothes but before the beast could do much more, Prince lodged his staff under the belly of it and flung it up into the air. He hoped that Hazard had gotten his message but if he hadn't the impact would definitely leave the poor thing bruised a bit.	~Real Name~ Logan West ~Username~ Prince267 ~Title~ "The White Knight" ~Real Age/In-Game Age~ 18/18 ~Real Gender/In-Game Gender~ Male/Male ~Race~ Human ~Class~ Ki Brawler ~Level~ Level: 4 ~Stat Build~ STR = 4 FOC= 2 AGI = 6 ~Skills~ ~Repair (Staff and Small Machine) ~Weapon (Staff) ~Fighting ~Cooking (Simple Dishes) ~Equipment~ ~Weapon (Staff Level 3) ~Frying Pan (Used for cooking, and hitting idiots over the head.) ~Simple Traveler's Clothes ~Silver Chain ~Small Ear Ring ~Equipment Slots~ Ear - Small Ear Ring (Slightly improves Agility) Neck - Thin Silver Chain (Gives a small amount of protection against magic projectiles.) Chest - Worn Shirt (Dyed Black) Right Hand - Staff (Two handed) Legs - Worn Pants (Gray) Spare Weapon #1 - Frying Pan ~Personality~ Logan is a rather quiet boy who tends to keep to himself. He finds it hard to be himself around people, the fear of rejection out weighing his desire to be loved. Living by himself didn't help matters either. It just led to a lot of misconceptions about him and his past. Rumors flew through the air around him. That he'd killed his own parents and that he joined the mafia. Because of his rough appearance a lot of people believed it. After all, how could a guy who looked so angry all the time be anything but bad news? In Paradise, however, Logan had no fears. Under the pretense of "Prince", he held no fear of being himself. A fun loving and warm individual. Prince can talk just a bit too much but he always means well. He's also a bit of a free spirit, doing whatever he wants when he wants. If it is something he'd rather not do, he won't. ~Background~ Logan, despite what people think, has a family that is relatively well off. When they deicded to move, he didn't want anything to change and so he stayed in their old home by himself while his parents moved to another part of the country. Not wanting to face the fear of rejection again, he decided to stay and simply play the part they'd wanted to give him. When he found out about Paradise, he asked his parents and they had the game shipped to his home. Since then, he hasn't gone out much besides going to school every now and then and soon even that ended as he spent all of his time in the game with his new friends. Because of the mask Logan could wear, he felt safe to be himself and made a few friends with whom he spent a good deal of his time. Paradise was truly a paradise for him. ~Other~ Still WIPsy since I still need Chuks approval for something. :P ☹ ("Enemies") ☺ ("Friends") ✧ ("BFFs") ♪ ("Neutral") ♡ ("Could Be Something More ~") Characters: \|☹\| Prince - "..." \|✧\| Cynthia - "She's pretty awesome! She's definitely a lot more dedicated than I am, which I guess is a good thing. I have to give her props because I don't think I could ever work as hard as she does. Also... she's kind of pretty. >////> \|✧\| Marinette - "Despite always listening to music, Marinette can be pretty cool. She's pretty good at what she does even if she does like to flaunt it a bit too much. Then again, I can't say anything. I'm much weaker than her." \|✧\| cattypea - "She'd be cute if she didn't intimidate me so much. Then again, most females do that to me. But her fur is pretty cool... I kind of want to pet her but fear that I might lose my hand in doing so and it might not necessarily be Cat to take it..." \|✧\| Mantam - "Pretty... and kind. I quite like this girl." \|✧\| Hazard - "Despite being cocky, Hazard always has my back. I feel that he might be my best friend in the game and my best ally. Even when my back is turned, he never lets me down. I don't know what I'd do without the loser." \|✧\| Grey - "Despite rubbing people the wrong way, Grey is a great friend and an even better cyborg. Well, at least that's what I think. Though... he could lay off the sour berries. He needs to lighten up some times, take some siestas. Maybe I might invite him to one of mine one day." \|♪\| Raijin - "He needs a chill pill. Plox." \|♪\| Deathedge - "Also needs a chill pill..." \|✧\| CherryLover - "The little sister I never had. She cute and adorable like a.. small puppy with... a rather mean bite." How long has your character been playing the game? ~ Since it's release. How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) ~A few weeks old. (Prince is Logan's 2nd attempt at making Prince. He gave up the first time but now he's seems to be sticking with it. Mostly.) How long have they been a part of the group? ~Since it's creation a few weeks ago. He met Cynthia at level 1 and they began to find themselves bumping into one another frequently and decided to simply make a group with the cave they'd stumbled upon. Weeks later, he and Cynthia had managed to fill all of the spots in the party. Who invited them to the group? ~He and Cynthia created it. Who, from the group, did they meet first? ~Cynthia Real Name: Caroline Night Username: Cynthia Black Title: "Fatal Edge" Age: 17 (Ingame 18) Gender: Female Race: Fae (Green Dragonfly wings) Class: Blademaster Level: 5 Stat Build: STR 5 AGI 9 FOC 1 Skills: Swords (Katana, Longsword, Greatsword) Exotic Weapons (Chain Knife, Grappling Hook, Throwing Knife) Cooking Equipment: Chest Armor (Coat, Level 3) Wrist Equipment (Gloves, Vanity) Ear Equipment (Cross Earings, Vanity) Neck Equipment (Cape, Air Resistance) Sword (Katana, level 4) Sword (Longsword, Named , level 5, Fire Attribute) Sword (Greatsword, level 3) Exotic Weapon (Chain Knife, Level 2) Exotic Weapon (Grappling Hook, Level 3) Bio:: Caroline is fed up with the real world, after her sister vanished. She escaped into Paradise and threw herself into it, training constantly to escape the gnawing guilt that she might have been the reason for her sister running away. She detests nothing more than injustice, and will always stand up for what she thinks is right, no matter who is pitted against her. Other: I'll try to make his look prettier when I'm feeling less lazy. Lol.
50,153	1,347	151	1,918	8,272	Raijin nodded, waving at Cynthia before turning back to Cherry. "Well then, since she's off to finish our errands, lets head back to the cave, maybe head over to were the others are so we can get some xp." He smiled at Cherry, before walking in the direction of the Cave, Void trailing behind him after she gave the pilot a lick, accepting her apology. Void was used to it, most people seemed to assume that just because she was a wolf, that she was male. It was slightly annoying, but since she couldn't communicate with anyone but Raijin, she decided that it was better for her to just deal with it.	Name:Void Level:5 Beast type:Wolf Skills: +Wilderness Movement +Melee Combat Stats: Str:8 Foc:0 Agi:7 Personality: She is very sweet outside of combat, tending to play a lot and snuggle with her master's companion's. But in battle, she is a vicious fighter, going after her master's enemies with savage brilliance. She is more of a tank then her master, but still remains speedy due to the fact that she has no magic abilities and thus doesn't need to skill points placed in her Focus stat. \|☺\| Prince: "Prince is an okay guy, but he could stand to have a little motivation. And maybe be a little more energy, I swear 95% of the time he spends in this game is sleeping. Okay that is an exaggeration, it's closer to 80%." \|☺\|,possible rival, Cynthia:"She's a nice person, plus she's fun to mess with a little. And she knows how to take a joke and throw one right back. I'd say she's pretty, but this is a video game, so I don't know for sure(not that I particularly care), or even a girl(which I do care about). The trials and tribulations of meeting people over the net." \|☺\| Marinette:"She's cool, a bit to cool though. She doesn't seemed to be the kind that gets phased by much. Has interesting taste in music, that's for sure." \|☺\| cattypea:"She's an interesting one, she nice and caring, but strict. Kinda like a mom, or at least how I think a mom is. I don't have a of knowledge on the subject, only what I see on TV. She can also be very outspoken." \|☺\| Mantam:" Nice and cheery, she's the absolute last person I would expect to run into in a game like Paradise. Not an escapist bon in her body, unlike me, but I guess that what I like about her. Out of all the people here, I'd say she's the most carefree. This excludes Prince, as his level of carefree-ness is of the charts." \|☺\|Hazard: "Cocky, crack-shot, and a Razor sharp wit, what's not to like about the guy. Defintely my first choice in battle." \|♪ \|Grey:"Guy's alright, but he's rather confusing. Half the time I don't know whether he's joking or not, but maybe that's him getting into the role as a robot. I'm not completely convinced he isn't to be honest." \|☹ \| Raijin: "Raijin is who I wish I was, who I want to be. But I can never be that person. And that's why I hate him, why I hate me. Can we move on to someone else now, please?" \|♪ \| Deathedge: He's okay I guess, but he looks so mad all the time. Tend not to talk to him a lot, so I don't know that much about him." \|☺\| CherryLover: "She the prime target for my mischief. If there's one thing I love, it's messing with hot heads. She's just to easy to mess with, and her reactions are hilarious. She probably doesn't like me that much." How long has your character been playing the game? "I've been in Paradise since it's activation. It's the ultimate form of escapism, and I needed to escape. If this game hadn't came out when it did. . . well let's just say I'm glad it did and leave it at that." How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) "I have two character's, one's a purist, the other is this one. I got bored of being a purist and decided to go with Xenomaster because, hey, like animals. Thi is a class that uses them, let's play ball." How long have they been a part of the group? "I'd say around a week or two." Who invited them to the group? "Prince, dude just walked up to me one day and said, 'Hey wanna join my group?' I said yes because why the hell not, and the rest is history." Who, from the group, did they meet first? "The answer to this question is stated above, jeez you need to pay more attention."
50,154	1,347	152	1,867	444	The signal went up, time to rock and roll! Hazard flipped off his safety on his rifle and prepared his trigger finger. He kept an eye on the two as the wolves approached,seeing there were much more than they had anticipated. Well they were gonna get their leveling pretty quick today. So far so good, the pair seemed to be making quick work, then he noticed Prince's sign, just before seeing a large wolf being launched into the air. Immediately he went into his sights, trailing the airborne wolf, and just as it reached its peak, pulled the trigger, landing a bullet square in the creatures head. It was dead before it even hit the ground, disintegrating like all enemies did once they died. "boom, headshot"	Real Name: Kyron Akin Username: Mr.Hazard Title: The Desert Bullet Age: 20 Gender: male for both Race: Esquen Class: Marksman Level: 5 Stat Build: STR : 2 FOC: 9 AGL: 4 Skills: Guns (Assault rifle, pistol, sniper rifle) Perception +Survival +Appraisal +Tracking +Foraging Equipment: Head- Hood (sneak, level 3) Ear- Empty slot Neck- Neckerchief (vanity) Chest - light Velcro vest (armor, level 3) Waist- pocket belt (increased ammo capacity, level 2) Legs- knee pads (armor, level 2) Left hand & right hand- leather fingerless gloves (armor, level 1) Weapon- (Sniper Rifle, named ,level 5, critical attribute) Weapon: (Assault Rifle, level 4) Feet- combat boots (Armor and Speed) Spare weapon #1: 10 mm pistol (10 bullet clip capacity, level 3) Spare weapon #2: Shotgun (four round capacity, level 2) Personality: Jeff tends to keep the same attitude both in and out of game. He is kind and uplifting, and tries his best to cheer up his friends. In game, he tends to act cocky in a battle, and is usually the one to crack jokes to lighten the mood. He will fight to the best of his ability when it comes to providing covering fire to protect his teammates, and never gives up even after the last bullet leaves the chamber. He is generous with the items he finds, and always volunteers to help find whatever may be needed for a suffering teammate. Background: Jeff grew up in a very restrictive environment. His parents had a large list of rules to put on him which gave him a lot of stress since he couldnt go out with his friends often or even as long as he would like. It would seem that every time he found something fun to do that allowed human interaction, his parents would take it away from him. When he came across Paradise, he thought it was amazing, but after a harsh and loud conflict in which his mother forced him out of a game session, Jeff decided he would move out. He got himself a job and rented a low income apartment in the next town, and even though his money is tight for the current time in his life, he couldnt be happier to play online with his friends whenever he pleased. Other: Whenever Jeff makes a headshot, he always says "Boom, headshot" due to it being one of his favorite quotes. His number one favorite quote is: "Do not call me a coward in battle, I like to kill my enemies while looking them in the eyes through a high powered rifle scope at four miles away." In game: Prince- Great guy and a better friend. He brought me into this group and Im thankful for it. A great friend. Cynthia- She is pretty damn cool, bit of a badass which I like, its weird though, I always get the weirdest feeling of deja vu around her... Marinette- Good ol Mari!! definite best friend. I wanna be her drinking buddy once I turn 21 cattypea- Catty is a sweet girl, albeit a little quiet, But willing to learn which I can respect! Mantam- Sweet gal, a great friend and someone to talk to Hazard- Pssh, 10/10 would go gay for, Grey- My friendly rival! At the end of the day we always see who got the most hits... its me Raijin- Raijin Caijin! Sometimes I think he is more animal than human, but he is a cool dude, with a badass wolf Deathedge- Mysterious, but i know he means well. Needs to open up more! CherryLover- Sweet little cherry, kinda feels like a little sister in a way How long has your character been playing the game? Since release How long has this particular "character" been in the game? First character made once the game started How long have they been a part of the group? He was about the halfway mark Who invited them to the group? Prince Who, from the group, did they meet first? Prince came across him while exploring at one point and decided to do a quest with him. been friends since.
50,155	1,347	153	377	26,014	Cat darted to the otherside of the wolves to Prince, letting him attack first, watching the wolves warily, but also watchi g to make sure Prince wasn't in any danger. She held ner staff in ner left hand, and when Hazard made the headshot, she darted towards one of the remaining wolves, swinging ner staff, knockingnit on the head, jabbing it in the side, and given that she wasn't as strong as Prince, she used a magical attack, going for water, using her staff to assist her with the spell, she launched water at the wolf, forcing it to the ground, and followed it up with an electrical attack	Just cause I like to be thorough: 1. What would you like to be called? Caits is more then fine, since it's just a shortening of my name in real life and I like it. 2. Have an age for us? Just turned 23. Hell, where did the year go? 3. How long have you been RPing? Hm. I started between the ages of 15-16. So roughly 7, 8 years. Well. Where did that time go? 4. How many RPs are you in currently? Hum. Let's see. Five. None of which are very demanding at the moment, and I currently have a lot of time on my hands. 5. What would you say are your strengths? I'm kind and caring. I'm very adaptable, and willing to work with others. I am able to play both males and females, despite being female. I can write anywhere from one word, to 1000 in a post (although 1000 ones are rare!). 6.Weaknesses? Spelling would be my main weakness, but I do use spell check, Google and dictionaries. I get very attached to my characters, which I wouldn't consider a weakness. 7. Which do you prefer playing villain or hero? I actually enjoy playing both. I don't particularly have a preference! I find it interesting playing both. 8. If you had to use one word to describe yourself, what would it be? Loyal. 9. If you could have any super power, what would it be? Just one? Empathy. Simply because I am a Nurse. Being able to know others emotions would be extremely beneficial there. 10. Do you believe that you will be committed to this RP? Yes. It is an absolutely fantastic idea. I have been looking for something like this, and will be excited to be apart of this! Real Name: Kalinda Differ Username: cattypea Title: the Nature Queen Age: 19 Gender: Female, in game and i. Real life. Race: wild born Class: Purist Level: 4 Stat Build: STR: 2 FOC: 5 AGI: 5 Skills: Cooking Trapping Taming +Melee combat +Wilderness Movement +Survival Equipment Magical staff (weapon) Short sword (weapon) Rope Cooking pot Water skin/canteen (whatever) Equipment (body) Head hood (level three), Ear: a simple earring, Neck: Necklace of Amag, (a magical item) Chest,waist, legs: light weight leather armor, and robe offering protection Left hand:glove, purely protective Right Hand: Glove, purely protective Feet: fur skin boots, purely protective Spare weapon: dagger Personality Kalinda is a soft spoken person. She doesn't voice her opinions too much, nor does she draw attention to herself. She does have a fiery nature, but most times, she is quite, serious, watchful and caring. At times she almost seems afraid. Certainly, she tries to stay away from others, and is often seen alone. She tries not to be judgemental, not wanting to judge people based on their appearances. In the game, she is able to shine. She comes out of her shell, and is able to be who she wishes to be, instead of the shy, quite mousy girl she portrays in the real world. Background Kalinda's background is somewhat...Trauma filled. She had a stable childhood until she was four, nearly five. Then, her parents took her to see her grandparents,'and on the way home, they were hit by a drunk driver. Her mother died instantly, her father lived for another hour, and the drunk driver died instantly as well. Kalinda, strapped in tight and secure, did not suffer badly. They were on a country road, and it was a few hours until someone else came along. Alone, scared and crying, Kalinda had bloodied her hands trying to get out the seat belt, which was badly jammed, and had yelled herself horse, for her parents, for anyone to help. She was rescued, and was soon taken in by her uncle, who her parents had chosen as her guardian, given the fact he had two children aged three and four. Despite this, she began quite, reserved, never really getting over the accident. She often has dreams about it. She developed a attachment to video games, and when Paradise came out, she asked for it. Her uncle, willing to give her it, complied. Other Since the stupid image won't appear, here's the link for her in game appearance! Whew. Let me know if anything needs to be changed. I hope I did well. I can change her background ground if need be, as I realise it could be seen as...bad. She's been adapted from another character of mine. I hope all the formatting is good. I also wish I had something other then anime to work with, but...I just lost all of my real life photos.
50,156	1,347	154	560	1,409	Marinette had wandered off on her own. Not terribly far, she wasn't lost, but she had wandered off into hostile territory. The others hadn't needed her for leveling, Mari had been something of a solo grinder anyway, that, and Catty seemed upset by her presence, so that had tipped the scales for her in favor of leaving-- for a while at least. The other group had that Cherry girl-- who probably didn't want to be around her, not for a while at least-- besides, the only people outside who talked to Ness would be to busy freaking out to talk to on the phone anyway. So Mari was alone. That was unnerving, or more, the idea that an unexpected encounter gone wrong could result in death annoyed her, even made her, and Ness, feel a little fear. But only a little. Not nearly as much as it should have. She still wanted to fight dragons, despite the risk, she still just wanted to play the game and do impressive things in it. Was it apathy? Depression? Over-confidence? Perhaps she... he.. they were completely living in the moment? Perhaps Ness truly did lack ambition in the real world, and found more satisfaction living as Marinette? Maybe even death made it more real... the risk? Or maybe just the idea that the avatar now possessed a mortality completely and absolutely linked to his own... Fuck. Marinette shook the thoughts out of her head as she walked through the forest. Bandits. She was looking for bandits, Prince had mentioned bandits in the area-- they'd be easy EXP and easy money, which could buy better weapons, better items. Items could be game breaking if you were smart with them, even at low levels like her own, 99 cheap lvl.1 low yield bombs was still 99 bombs. 99 bombs you could deploy all at once... ...Or at least... in rapid succession? Truth be told, Marinette had no idea how mass item usage like that worked. Still, she marched onward, her skill in stealth minimizing the crunch her boots made against the virtual leaves. She turned on her music, if only to drown out her... mostly his, thoughts with organized noise. Thankfully it wouldn't give away her position, unlike real music, the noise was only present in her own perception-- usually. She heard a crunch of leaves ahead of her and stopped, instantly ducking behind the nearest tree. She glanced ahead, spying the low leveled bandits milling about near their spawn point. Beyond them was a cave, the two bandits were guarding it, and there were probably a few more inside. She couldn't help but take a second to admire the AI of the game. Equipping her crossbow, she approached the two bandits. She knew she couldn't reload the crossbow fast enough to get them both, but if she could get close enough to the one she wasn't going to shoot... She fired the bolt. Perhaps it wasn't as fast as Hazard's bullets, but the lack of noise more than made up for it. The bolt soared through the air and tore into the low leveled enemies' throat, causing his form to disintegrate almost instantly, dropping only his meager loot. Christ, sneak attacks are broken... Still, Marinette couldn't complain if it was to her advantage. Dropping the crossbow and unsheathing her poisoned dagger, she summoned all her speed and rushed the confused and alerted bandit from behind before he could investigate and look for her. In a swift motion, she brought the dagger to the bandit's throat and cut, the figure collapsed in the grass, clutching at his throat before disintegrating. Marinette scoffed. Her time was down. She crouched from her closer vantage point to the inside of the cave, it was always interesting to see if you could get the stealth bonuses on everyone in one of these situations...	Username: Marinette Bwa'Chech Title: "The Based" Gender: In-game: Female Race: Esquen Class: Freelancer Level: 5 Stat Build: STR: 1, Considerably low. FOC: 7, Above average, on equal grounds with AGI. The points taken out of STR were put into this stat. AGI: 7, Above average, on equal grounds with FOC. The points taken out of STR were put into this stat. Skills: +Stealth +General Agility (acrobatics, gymnastics, free running, and parkour) +Basic Magical Telekinetic Combat +Survival +Poison Making Equipment (Body): Head: (Keffiyeh, Level 0, named 'Vagabond's Keffiyeh': Standard item for any Esquen, aids with survival in the desert. Can only be equipped in combat or in desert/desert-like environments. Increased perception in sandstorms.) Face: (Make-up, Level 4, named 'La Máscara de la Muerte': Remain undetected by undead or unholy creatures.) Ear: (Hair decoration, Level 1, named 'Rose's Axel': A non-stat boosting aesthetic item, allows the player to port their own music into Paradise. In game can serve as either headphones or a speaker.) Neck: (Scarf, Level 0, named 'Vagabond's Spare': Always have a spare in case of emergency! Provides some protection against harsh desert sands.) Chest: (Light armor, Level 4, named 'Desert Long Tunic': Great all purpose light armor that consists of a weave of leather straps and a light-colored long tunic. Protects chest and arms.) Right Arm: (Pauldron, Level 4, named 'Comedy': Increases STR) Left Arm: (Pauldron, Level 4, named 'Tragedy': Increases AGI) Left hand: (Glove, Level 3, named 'Glove of the pharaoh': Slightly increase FOC) Right Hand: (Glove, Level 3, named 'Glove of the pharaoh': Slightly increase FOC) Right Finger: (N/A) Left Finger: (Ring, Level 5, named 'Friends on the Other Side': Once a day, summon an undead creature at half your level to do your bidding for you. The creature will disappear if it survives until the end of the day or if it's killed in battle.) Waist: (Belt, Level 2, named 'Mistal belt': Loot retrieved from a fallen, low level boss. It provides bonuses to AGI when health drops below 40%) Legs: (Pants, Level 0, named 'Vagabond's trousers': Standard item for any Esquen, aids with survival in the desert. Slight bonus to running.) Right ankle: (N/A) Left Ankle: (N/A) Feet: (Boots, Level 3, named 'Roc's boots': Leather boots with an exterior covered in a downy layer of Roc feathers. These boots enable the use of feather fall once a day. "You got Roc's boots! You feel light as a feather!") Misc.: (Bracelet, Level 0, named 'Serpent's bond': A bracelet in the style of a snake curling up the wearer's arm, it is metallic and appears to be digging into the wearer's arm and fusing with their flesh. Serpent's bond ties it's users soul and life force with an animal companion. In exchange for this, the wearer is given some abilities and bonuses of the creature (poison resistance, stealth).) Equipment (Weapons): Primary Weapon: (Magic, Level 0 - 5, 'Basic magic': -- ) Secondary Weapon: (Ranged, Level 3, 'Beginner's crossbow (foldable)': A very basic crossbow, it can folded down and hidden very easily. This ease of stealth significantly takes away from it's attacking power.) Spare Weapon #1: (Dagger, Level 2, 'Poisoned Dagger': A low level dagger that has been coated in Esquen Cobra venom.) Spare Weapon #1: (Mace, Level 1, 'Scorpio's tail': A lighter, more sharpened mace weapon, made from the carapace of a giant scorpion. While much faster to swing, it takes a penalty to raw attacking power.) Pet: An Esquen Cobra named 'Anima Sola.' --- Character Appearance: Body. Face. Real Name: Ernest 'Ness' Lackyn Age: 21 Gender: Biological:Assumed Male (Gender fluid) Personality: Ernesto is a secretive and quiet individual, preferring to talk about non-sense or others than of his own self, you would never know if he was doing poorly on a given day. A symptom of this is a tendency to lie to avoid the possibility of others feeling concern for him. His entire life Ness walked on eggshells, this gives the impression that he isn't particularly comfortable in his own skin, just being who he is. In Paradise, however, Ness, as Marinette is a much more open individual, while still prone to secrets and obfuscating the truth to avoid conflict, he finds sharing his own opinions and interests much more possible. As the avatar Ness has an easier way with people, and even develops something of a snarky sense of humor. Marinette acts more confident than Ness, and gives the impression of confidence and even cockiness. Ness' appreciation of mythology and vodou is much more pronounced when acting as Marinette, often using the Loa as descriptors for certain situations, items or enemies-- even going so far as to pray to them. Background: An Afro-Mexican child born out of wedlock, Ernest was raised in southern California by a single mother and, surrounded by poverty and crime, Ness found himself very easily immersed in the culture and comfort of video games and false reality. School for Ness was less 'do your best' and more 'get by with whatever works so you can go home and play more video games.' While never being particularly isolationist or avoidant, his personality appeared on the surface to be standoffish and even arrogant, earning contempt from his peers that he perceived as no fault of his own. Ness didn't make any make any real friends until high school, when he was exposed to the anime and video game clubs of SoCal, through them he was able to vastly expand his tastes and options of games he could play. He would also go on to form the first long lasting non-familial relationships in his life. Finding pleasure in gaming and the companionship he found through gaming, Ness became inspired to begin animating through high school and eventually found himself going to art school through a scholarship, something his mother of little means never thought was possible. Now an intern at a small San Francisco game developing company, he has begun to work freelance in television and internet animation-- despite it all though, through working through the isolation of his youth and growth thanks to exposure to like minds, two things have remained consistent about him; his love of his Mother and all the things she taught him about Vodou and syncretic religions, and his childlike enjoyment of video games, especially mmorpgs. Paradise, then, soon became his new addiction after it's release. He was one of the first in line on launch and has practically based his life around having enough free time to play the game. Initially he started playing mostly solo or with his friends in real life, eventually however, he developed bonds with other players in the game, finding it easier to 'be open' with them. Appearance: ☹ ("Enemies") ☺ ("Friends") ✧ ("BFFs") ♪ ("Neutral") ♡ ("Could Be Something More ~") --- ✧/♡ Prince: "Sleeps a little much, but he's one of the first people I met online here-- and he's pretty much always on to talk about whatever or just listen. A real bro." ✧ Cynthia: " ♪ Marinette: "I kind of am just neutral towards myself-- and the music note is most fitting when placed next to my name." ✧/♡ cattypea: "NO I'm not into furries that's weird, she just seems like an alright person is all.." ☺ Mantam: "A radical dame who likes to play games, we haven't really gotten to know each other though." ✧ Hazard: "Ayyy. True homie 4 Lyfe. We ride together we die together. Mythos represent." ☹/☺/♡ Grey: "Not in a bad way, we're more like... friendly rivals. We're both sneaky and non-conventional, just on opposite sides of the spectrum. Also his class is awful and I'm better than him in pretty much every way imaginable." ☺ Raijin: "Seems alright, haven't gotten much 1 on 1 time though." ☹ Deathedge: "2edgy4me" ✧ CherryLover: "She's like the little sister I never needed, but always wanted." --- How long has your character been playing the game? "Few days after release, it was the prize of a design contest they had at school-- and I happened to win" How long has this particular "character" been in the game? "Since I got the system itself." How long have they been a part of the group? "About a month?" Who invited them to the group? "Cynthia. Without knowing it we ended up co-oping on a quest, and it saved us both a few hours. She asked if I wanted to be part of a theoretical clan, I told her 'theoretically,' she said welcome aboard." Who, from the group, did they meet first? "Hazard, actually. Although Cynthia and Prince were the first people I had extended conversations with" Other:Marinette is almost always listening to music.
50,157	1,347	155	1,379	5,171	Both of them looked a little like they had just seen some crazy person. She was a little more afraid of how they would react after that sudden outburst of weirdness. She started blushing of embarrassment and looked a little the other way before Cynthia suddenly gave a comment about her. Her head became more red before she started yelling at Cynthia "I'm not a drama queen!" she turned her head away from the two and was quiet for a moment while Cynthia called what she all had missed apart from the potions. She quietly said "Sorry" to Cynthia for forgetting all the supplies and waited for her to head into the store. Raijin and Cynthia both suggested to head back to the base, she replied with a nod and petted Void while already walking away. She turned to Raijin "Maybe you can show me around your base" she said in a bit more cheerful voice then just now.	Real Name: Komi Tachibana Username: CherryLover Title: Scrap Goddess Real Age: 16 In Game Age: 18 Real Gender: Female In Game Gender: Female Race: Pholirites Class: Pilot Level: 4 Stat Build: Foc 7 Agi 3 Str 2 Skills: +Magic ++Creation ++Mech ++Repair +Creation +Guns Pistols Equipment: Head: Eyewear (Goggles, lvl 2) Neck: Neckwear (Scarf, lvl 1) Chest: Light armor (Leather coat with black tank top under it, lvl 4) Right Arm: Bracelet (Silver wrist band, lvl 1) Left Arm: Bracelet (Navigator Watch, lvl 4, Keeps track of all the places the watch has been to (Citys,towns), also tells time) Left Finger: Ring (Silver, lvl 3) Waist: Belt (Cloth, lvl 4) Legs: Light armor (Floppy pants, lvl 4) Feet: Boots (Half lower leg, Leather, lvl 4) Primary Weapon: Firearm (M1911, lvl 4) Spare Weapon #1 Tool (Heavy wrench, lvl 2) Spare Weapon #2 Small Blade (Dagger, lvl 1) Personality: Miko is one of those girls who is always very friendly and caring towards others, she can be somewhat short tempered sometimes and breaks into rage mode when you even try to mess with her. However she is someone who is very trustworthy and helpful towards her friends and sometimes strangers as well, if you want a shoulder to cry in Miko is that person who will care for her friends. Miko tends to be very relaxed most of the time but she is never lazy and knows when to help out whenever it is needed. She is a person who is always pushing against her limits to constantly improve herself. When anything doesnt want to work out for her she just tries again but even harder than before. Background: Miko didn't have an easy life to live, most of her time was spent at home for being sick all of the sudden while she was just having a nice day of normal school. This was all because she was and is still suffering from Lower Respiratory Infections this makes her extremely vulnerable to viruses and such. After her grandpa died of illness she had a small mental breakdown. He was one of the family members to make her laugh a lot even when she was sick, it resulted in staying in the hospital for a long period of time to take care of her 24/7 till she felt somewhat better. Her life wasnt that horrible that she didn't have any fun at all there were also these moments of enjoyment. Like a simple field trip for school or a vacation to a warm land would make her feel full of excitement. The most enjoyable times where of course when her friends came to visit her at home or in the hospital, it wasn't that often but a fair amount to her. There was one thing in the world where she could just forget about it all and be someone else, in the gaming world she could breathe freely without having to worry about something making her sick and stopping her from having her fun. (give me some more time to make it better, this would have to do for now my inspiration fluids died down.) Other: Miko has just like most Pholirites bicolored eyes in the two colours blue and sea greenish, her right eye is blue and her left eye is green.
50,158	1,347	156	1,918	8,272	Sure thing, Lil' Firecracker, but it's pretty much a one room deal at the moment. Raijin said, taking a moment to take out his mask and put it on. As he was doing this, he continued on. "I have another idea instead, how about we go do some leveling, me, you, and Void. I know a great places for it. What would you rather take down, wolves for XP or bandits for money. I'm partial to the wolves, as Void could use someone to give her a break from time to time. But I'll leave the choice to my favorite pilot, it's completely up to you."	Name:Void Level:5 Beast type:Wolf Skills: +Wilderness Movement +Melee Combat Stats: Str:8 Foc:0 Agi:7 Personality: She is very sweet outside of combat, tending to play a lot and snuggle with her master's companion's. But in battle, she is a vicious fighter, going after her master's enemies with savage brilliance. She is more of a tank then her master, but still remains speedy due to the fact that she has no magic abilities and thus doesn't need to skill points placed in her Focus stat. \|☺\| Prince: "Prince is an okay guy, but he could stand to have a little motivation. And maybe be a little more energy, I swear 95% of the time he spends in this game is sleeping. Okay that is an exaggeration, it's closer to 80%." \|☺\|,possible rival, Cynthia:"She's a nice person, plus she's fun to mess with a little. And she knows how to take a joke and throw one right back. I'd say she's pretty, but this is a video game, so I don't know for sure(not that I particularly care), or even a girl(which I do care about). The trials and tribulations of meeting people over the net." \|☺\| Marinette:"She's cool, a bit to cool though. She doesn't seemed to be the kind that gets phased by much. Has interesting taste in music, that's for sure." \|☺\| cattypea:"She's an interesting one, she nice and caring, but strict. Kinda like a mom, or at least how I think a mom is. I don't have a of knowledge on the subject, only what I see on TV. She can also be very outspoken." \|☺\| Mantam:" Nice and cheery, she's the absolute last person I would expect to run into in a game like Paradise. Not an escapist bon in her body, unlike me, but I guess that what I like about her. Out of all the people here, I'd say she's the most carefree. This excludes Prince, as his level of carefree-ness is of the charts." \|☺\|Hazard: "Cocky, crack-shot, and a Razor sharp wit, what's not to like about the guy. Defintely my first choice in battle." \|♪ \|Grey:"Guy's alright, but he's rather confusing. Half the time I don't know whether he's joking or not, but maybe that's him getting into the role as a robot. I'm not completely convinced he isn't to be honest." \|☹ \| Raijin: "Raijin is who I wish I was, who I want to be. But I can never be that person. And that's why I hate him, why I hate me. Can we move on to someone else now, please?" \|♪ \| Deathedge: He's okay I guess, but he looks so mad all the time. Tend not to talk to him a lot, so I don't know that much about him." \|☺\| CherryLover: "She the prime target for my mischief. If there's one thing I love, it's messing with hot heads. She's just to easy to mess with, and her reactions are hilarious. She probably doesn't like me that much." How long has your character been playing the game? "I've been in Paradise since it's activation. It's the ultimate form of escapism, and I needed to escape. If this game hadn't came out when it did. . . well let's just say I'm glad it did and leave it at that." How long has this particular "character" been in the game? (The character your character currently plays. Character-ception.) "I have two character's, one's a purist, the other is this one. I got bored of being a purist and decided to go with Xenomaster because, hey, like animals. Thi is a class that uses them, let's play ball." How long have they been a part of the group? "I'd say around a week or two." Who invited them to the group? "Prince, dude just walked up to me one day and said, 'Hey wanna join my group?' I said yes because why the hell not, and the rest is history." Who, from the group, did they meet first? "The answer to this question is stated above, jeez you need to pay more attention."
50,159	1,348	0	2,239	464	The World It is a cool summer morning- although not for long- for the sun has yet to rise and take its seat in the sky. The time is five and the sun won't make its climb for another hour. The village is still, save for a few drunks making their way home from the tavern and the farmers making their way to their fields. The first few rays of light blaze the tree tops and the cool blues that their shadows cast over the town give it a sleepy look. The crows are beginning to bicker on the rooftops- they're nasty beasts with five eyes and saw toothed beaks- with a penchant for kidnapping the occasional goat. Below them people begin to stir in their beds and ready themselves for another thursday. The Tavern It was five in the morning- the closing hour of her grand and beloved establishment. So beloved, in fact, that there were some straggling patrons that needed a good boot to the ass to convince them to get on their merry ways back home. It was while helping the last of these fellows that she overheard talk of the "Blooming". Was it really that time of year already? Tired as she was- Marion Dawnleaf was suddenly itching to tell a story. Nanda, a sassy village girl who'd come to work for her simply to save up enough coin to get out of Vale, was in her line of sight when the temptation seized her. They met eyes and the barmaid knew what she was in for. "Nanda, doll- I almost forgot that the Blooming season is almost upon us." "Well yeah- it being spring end and all." came the dodgy reply, she averted her eyes and took a fascination in wiping down an ale soaked table. "You know of the Ascythenia legend, right?" Her eyes took on that sparkle that signaled an opening to a rehearsed story. "Pfft of course I do. Everyone in Vale knows that old wives tale." Said the girl, hoping this would save her. She was so godsdamned tired and really needed a bed. "It all began-" "Marion I should really-" "It all began-" she repeated as she kicked a stool sharply at her barmaids knees, which made the girl cry out and begrudgingly take a seat lest she get assaulted some more. Triumphant, the bard settled into her art- her voice now took on a dreamy tone- as if she were recalling a cherished memory. "-long ago in this very forest, when it was nothing but a cluster of sapplings. A great white stag reigned as the forests guardian- at his footsteps sprung flowers and vines. His charges- two young men- followed him wherever he went. They were the sons of the grand king Tolemus- who coveted knowledge and would only crown the son who returned with the most complete knowledge of the land. Now- what could these princes learn from following a forest guardian that would help them rule armies and conquer lands? Surely they would do more burning of forests than the building of them. The eldest brother, Natas, believed that the stag would speak to them and tell them secrets- nature magic that would vanquish their enemies. Parius, the younger, was sure that the stag would want something in return for its knowledge. But the stag never spoke. On it walked and on they followed. They followed for years, in fact, and soon lost patience. "I have learned nothing of this creature!" cried Natas one day. "He simply walks about and grows grass!" So keen was his rage that he tore at a nearby flower, ripping it from its roots and tearing it apart between his hands. At once the stag turned his great head- eyes as clear and bright as sunlight- and he spoke thus "The mortal dares murder my children. For this heinous act I curse your seed who claim this land their home. They will hide from the sunlight- for your act will shame them so." At this the Stag turned his gaze upon Parius- "I will bestow only half of my gift upon you- for you have remained patient while creation has taken root. But you turned an eye upon its destruction. Your seed who claim this land their home will be bound to one another by the flower that your brother savaged. It will bloom between only two kin souls- however if it wilts or harm comes to the flower- they will die." Thus spoke the stag." Nanda had never heard the story told in such a way, "Wait-what- they die? My apa always said that they never find happiness or whatever." Marion smiled, brushing a lock of loose auburn hair from her eyes, "Nanda darling- what he told you was the bedtime story version. What I tell is genuine." She sighed, pursing her lips as she gave her drinking hall one last glance. The bard rolled her shoulders before stretching out her arms to yawn, "And now you know where the Ascythenia and ghouls come from." "Joy. Can I go home now?" The Mayors House Farrest had long been awake. He preferred to start his days before the sun did- it gave him a chance to gather his thoughts and run through plans for the rest of the day. Being the busy fellow that he was, it really didn't hurt to get an early start on things either. This morning he walked alone- a rare sight given that Dagny was usually in his company- but the wolfdog had given birth the night before and she was fiercely protecting her babies. As much of an asset that Dagny was to his patrols- he didnt dare dream of coming between a mother and her young. He'd learned this while watching Marianne raise their son- as a baby no one was allowed to touch Aldric. Everything was a threat. If he cried because he'd scraped his knee- she'd cry and then curse at the ground for hurting him. That always got the lad giggling. He was jarred from his thoughts when he saw that someone was waiting for him at his destination. Like a great looming bear- a shadow filled the doorway of the mayors house. The giants face came into view when he stepped down and met the ranger halfway, at the entrance. Gareth Hart was a mountain of a man. Truly, he must have been a descendant of giants. His shoulders were twice as broad as any other grown man that Farrest knew. And, despite having a middle softened by retirement, the ranger could clearly see how the man had instilled fear in his enemies during his glory years. "Farrest!" He boomed, shaking his old friends hand while simultaneously clapping him on the back with the other. It was like being hit with stone. Farrest smiled through the pain- tried to convert it into love for his friend. "Morning, Gareth- trouble with the garden?" At the mention of the mans favorite past time the smile vanished off of his ruddy face. This had been the whole reason for the visit- the mayor had a problem that only a ranger like Farrest Eleros could fix. "I'm afraid so- but before we address that- where's your pup?" Farrest, out of habit, glanced down at his left knee where Dagny's wise eyes often peered up at him from. He smiled back up at his large and in charge friend, "She isn't quite a pup anymore, she's Aldrics age." The Mayor chuckled and jokingly said, "Then I guess Aldric isn't much of a pup himself hm?" "Ah, I guess not." Replied the ranger, smiling. His son had proved himself to be grown many times in the past- this was not his concern. But it suddenly struck him just how much like himself he was like. Aldric was the ideal ranger- who had the drive to learn and the fortitude to put in the work to make up for his faults. But Farrest had lived his whole life in Vale. Yes its forests were vast and beautiful and contained wonders that couldn't be seen anywhere else in the world. But there were worlds out there that couldn't possibly be found here in the Angar. He didn't want his son to be path blinded by the trees. He wanted him to know of the outside as well. A rustle in the sunflowers brought their attention back to the garden. Was that fear he saw in Gareths eyes? "Its been eating them." Informed the mayor, almost frantic. "Whats been eating what?" Asked the Ranger with growing alarm. Maybe this morning job was much more serious than he expected. "Have I ever told you that you smell like dog water?" "What?" asked Farrest, but the Mayor was shaking his head. "That wasn't me, goodman." Another rustle and it poked its head out from between the stalks of sunflowers. It chewed as it spoke in the mayors voice, "I can't stand that Farrest. Such a quiet fellow, goodman." It mocked. The deer was a vibrant yellow like the sunflowers it was gorging itself on. He should've known. And now he knew why the mayor was so adamant about having this nuisance dealt with- it could easily confuse the villagefolk and ruin his name- at worst of course. These creatures rarely if ever attacked anyone. "Please Farrest- you must send it back into the forest. I could barely sleep with it feeding on my garden all night." The ranger unhitched the lassoe at his belt, "No need to worry. I'll get this straightened out before sunrise."	Ezra Audigarde/21/male(bi) He stands at 5'10 and weighs 140 lbs, his build is lean, with broad shoulders. His hair is short brown that curls about his ears . His eyes are a sharp green, almost jade. Personality: Please mind yourself around him- once you get him started he will not stop talking. He's quite the flirt- some times unnervingly so. Ezra moves about as if the world is his for the taking- which never really sits well with others. He has this problem where, if he sees something he likes, he'll go out of his way to have it (people included- actually especially people). But past this annoying disposition he isn't that bad... Oh wait, no theres more actually. Something is most certainly off about Ezra. Yes, he's little talkative and pushy and maybe he has the habit of getting sidetracked in conversations- but its not only these things. Ezra's kinda... crazy. No, honestly, the guy is an adrenaline junkie. Never never dare him- because he will do it. It's like he was never born with the capacity to feel fear. He's prone to outbursts and can become explosively angry when triggered (note: mentioning his father). Although that's him at his worst. Most of the time he's smiling and joking away with complete strangers. He expresses complete interest when people talk about themselves- because he truly wants to know about those around him. The man is a daydreamer and- especially on rainy days- he can be found napping in some odd place. His default laidback (read: lazy) attitude gets him negative cred from the townsfolk. They see him as a troublemaker and often whisper about his mental instability behind their hands. He knows what they think of him but it doesn't bother him. The opinions of others don't put food on his table or clothe him- so its none of his concern. Bio: Born in the valley city of Pax- a city of wealth and squallor, known for its lavish way of life viewed by outsiders as grossly excessive. Ezra's mother was a prostitute and for the majority of his life he thought his father was just a lonely businessman. Growing up in the brothel wasn't as horrible as one might think. In fact, he holds only fond memories of that time in his life, of course save for a few incidents here and there- plus the occasional beating. The women there were all affectionate and protective toward him- honestly it was like having a house full of moms- which was alright by his oblivious younger self. 12 yearold boys in brothels start to attract the really disgusting types- and to protect her son from any harm his mother decided to send her boy to his father. Now, isn't that every whore's sons dream? To meet the father that they dreamt of at night and daydreamed of during their scoldings and beatings and when nasty customers came by. Ezra was a wreck when he walked all three miles on his own out of Pax's red district- into a neighborhood of botanical gardens and houses of dukes and lords. He didn't want to meet his father- the only outcome of this would to be sent away like a dog. He knew this because he wasn't the only child born in the brothel. He wasn't the first or last to be sent to their fathers house. His half sister opened the door. She was younger than him. Her name was Eithne. She knew exactly who he was because they shared the same green eyes. Their father fainted and Ezra knew at once that he would never come to love this man. He was barely in that house for a week before Ezra was packed off to Pax's local Academy. Here he was drilled to become a soldier for the capital. He lasted seven years before he "dropped out", which is code for his being framed for something he didn't do. Eithne visited him at the Academy during his stay there and she soon became the only friend he ever had. They read stories to one another and wrote to each other when they were apart. She was brilliant and she was kind- a complete contrast to Ezra's aggressive and unhinged personality. But she loved him- she loved him so readily that it burdened him sometimes. Like when he would fight in the yard with the other academymen grunts- he never went too far because her voice always rang through his head. Anyways when she learned of his being banished from the Academy she married some noble asshat named Ceril Balfont. The Balfont's extended a pardon to Ezra but he didn't want it because he knew what it really was. His sister had sacrificed her happiness just to give him a second chance at being something. He was sick with guilt. So sick that he (long story short) almost convinced Eithne to run off with him to Vale (he had contacts there and it was such a small, quiet town. They could rebuild their lives there) but it was much too late for her. In fact his father caught word and almost killed him for almost ruining Eithne's marriage to such a powerful figure head. Ezra resents how he was now the only one benefiting from their misery. He came to Vale only a year ago- since he'd spent his time hopping around from city to city in the Valley only to end up a bandits lackey for a few months in the Angar. He stumbled on Vale by accident and met up with his "contact" another Academy drop out. Weapon Pole staff. Its retractable and can easily be hidden in a pocket. Sturdy and simple- he won it in a game of cards. Dagger. Never leave your house without one strapped to your ankle. Skills -Moderate Combat Training. Thank you, Academy. -Street smarts. Thank you, Pax's red district. -Moderate survival. Thank you, those few months spent out in the Angar. -Good looks. Thanks mom. Other -Audigarde is a bastards name. - He lives in a small cabin with Gada, a woman he often mentions but no one really ever sees. Gada Malvodar/21/female(bi) She stands at 5'7 and weighs 115 lbs. Her appearance may seem frail but she is anything but. Gada's a red head that often keeps her hair up in braids, often tied back with jewlery. She has rune tattoos between her breasts, under her chin, behind her ears, and on her feet that provide her with magic energy for quick spell casting. Her eyes are an unnatural yellow. Personality: Bio: Weapon -A spire staff. It has a pointy end that she often threatens to shove up Ezra's ass. Skills -Summoning: Gada specializes in summoning magic. Its a dark art that requires sacrifices. -Apothecary: She knows her way around the - Other
50,160	1,348	1	324	1,204	Guinevere’s chocolate brown eyes slowly flickered open as rays of sunlight touched her face. Morning had finally come. Yawning, she rose from bed and rubbed her tired eyes. Yesterday had been quite a long day, her back still ached from the long hours of punishment for ‘accidentally’ letting all the chickens go running wild throughout town. It wasn’t her fault she had fell on the chicken gate while dueling an opponent. Warriors went with the flow, even if the flow meant chickens everywhere by your feet. Apparently the town didn’t appreciate Guinevere’s ‘go by the flow’ attitude. Well, they’d certainly have to get used to it someday. She smirked in amusement. Sifting through her clothes, it was only mere moments before she picked out her outfit for the day. Constantly sword fighting, Guinevere spent most of the time in her armor and had very few casual clothing. If it was her choice, she’d wear her armor everywhere, but that would come with constant looks of disapproval from the town. She shrugged her shoulders and threw on a simple blue and brown dress and slipped into brown boats. It wasn’t anything too formal, for corsets were where she drawled the line. Guinevere could never understand why girls practically choked themselves to look presentable. Rolling her eyes, she left her bedroom for a delicious, fulfilling breakfast, not even trying to comb her hair. Curly like it was, it didn’t even require the effort. Plus, Guinevere didn’t like to spend much time on herself. It was such a waste of time and energy. A mouthwatering scent filled Guinevere’s nose as she squatted at the family table. Yumm! It wasn’t long before Guinevere’s mother placed fresh, warm eggs on her plate as well as poured her a glass of water. One bite sent her taste buds dancing and begging for more. As her mother took a seat beside her, Guinevere wondered where her father, the town’s mayor, was at. “Mother, where’s father this morning? Is something wrong?” She asked her mother, slightly concerned. There was probably nothing wrong, but it was always best to be prepared. “He’s outside speaking with the ranger. Don’t both-,” Her mother started but couldn’t finish for Guinevere had already bolted outside. What was so important that her father and the ranger had to speak before breakfast? She had to know! Like her mother said, the ranger and her father were conversing just outside the house. A slight smile curled on Guinevere’s lips as she saw her gigantic father tower over the ranger. No he wasn’t obese, but just extremely muscular. It was something she loved about her father, how strong and yet still agile he was. Guinevere pecked a kiss on her father’s cheek as she walked up beside them. “Good morning father and Farrest, how are you? What brings you here so early in the morning?” She asked curiously. It was then she noticed the ranger had unfasted his lassoes. She raised her eyebrow and glanced around, catching sight of something extraordinary. A deer, at least she thought it was a deer, the color of a bright yellow, was devouring on some sunflowers. Guinevere gasped and went to pull out her sword but remembered it was inside along with her armor. “Father… What is that?” She wanted to take a step closer but waited for her father to explain.	Role/Class: The Mayor's Daughter Appearance: Name Guinevere Hart/18/Female Personality Guinevere craves for the feeling of adventure. Traveling across the world and defeating various evils is what fills her dreams at night. Staying in her home town forever frightens Guinevere and she would do anything to escape that future. While leaving her father will be the hardest thing in her life, she knows fulfilling her dream is what she needs to do. Hardworking and stubborn, Guinevere will never give up on sometimes she’s determine to do. Even if that something puts her danger, she’ll do whatever it takes. More often than not, Guinevere will worsen the situation but in the end, she’ll always set things right. Thanks to her long, hard hours of training, Guinevere has gained an incredible sense of patience. She can outwait anything or anyone. By being patient and calm, she tends to upset and startle multiple people though. Some of the townsman even play little games as to see how fast Guinevere can piss off the new resident. While Guinevere has a strong, feminine personality, she doesn’t have very many friends. By no means is she shy or frighten to speak to others for her bravery outshines none. Girls her age feel a little standoffish by her so Guinevere tends to stay back and hangs out with the guys. Guinevere has a terrible reputation for causing disasters. Wherever she goes, accidents seem to follow. She has a wild spirit that loves to have fun, even if that ‘fun’ means jumping on the roofs of the town. Countless people have scolded her for it, including her own father, but Guinevere just doesn’t seem to let up. When adventure calls, Guinevere must follow. Bio Born from generations of warriors, it was obvious Guinevere would have the same fighting spirit as her ancestors. From the moment she could walk, Guinevere was given a sword and learned the craft of swordsmanship. Unlike most girls in the town learning how to sew and take care of a household, she spent her time clashing swords with the boys. It wasn’t long before she gained a reputation for being a mighty warrior. There’s very few fighters who can keep up with Guinevere. Due to her passion for swords, Guinevere has an incredibly close bond with her father. They’ll often spend nights together, looking at the stars and discussing various adventurous stories they’ve both learned or even made up. Unfortunately, Guinevere spent so much time fighting, she was never able to establish a close relationship with her mother. While they both love each other, they just never connected the way a mother and daughter are supposed to. Countless admires have caught Guinevere’s eye, but she chooses to ignore anything to do with romance. The idea of falling in love seems terrifying to her. Any romance could lead to marriage, which would mean the destruction of her dream. So she runs from anyone who even dares winking at her. When it comes to battling monsters or villains, Guinevere is fearless and completely brave, but mention the word love and she’ll take off running for her life. Most of the men around the town are aware of her distaste for romance so they tend to back off. Of course that doesn’t stop them from talking about her when she isn’t around. Whenever she’s not holding a sword or eating like a complete glutton, Guinevere spends most of her free time snuggled up in a comfortable chair at the town’s library. She loves reading stories of other warriors and the struggles they’ve faced. Becoming one of the many heroes in legend fills her up with excitement. Weapon Guinevere carries around a single sword, a gift on her 16th birthday from her father. Shields are too heavy and boring for her, so she only uses them when absolutely necessary. Skills: Combat Queen: Guinevere is considered one of the best fighters in town. She can wield a sword like no other, with the exception of her father. She's not as strong as most men but uses her swift movement to outsmart and beat them. Bravery No one is braver than Guinevere, who is afraid of practically nothing (except marriage!). Leadership Like father, like daughter, Guinevere’s personality shines when things need done. She’s one of the few who steps up to the plate to establish a plan and determine the best solution. Athletic and Fit Sword fighting does the trick for putting you in shape. Guinevere will often spend time running around town to keep herself fit as well.
50,161	1,348	2	1,387	500	Varric rubbed sleep from his tired eyes as he slogged out of bed. He yawned impressively, before standing up and approaching the mirror. He looked himself over, before smirking and singing a short song. The song itself was some ancient thing by the elves about change and accepting it, and Varric's incredible voice carried it through the tavern and out the window. While this may have had a positive affect on whoever was listening, more importantly, it activated Varric's magic. Flower petals whipped about him, altering his appearance. His chest flattened, and his face became slightly less feminine. He smiled at his appearance now, before getting dressed. He'd had such an amazing time last night. After he had subtly tripped Guinevere with a small vine using his magic(AND SHE HAD ACCIDENTALLY BUSTED THE CHICKEN COOP! Varric was so proud!), he had decided to go on a bit of a prank spree. The chaos he'd spread through the town was incredible, and he looked forward to seeing it as he went about his day. Seriously, he had started on a high note with the chicken coop, then went on to relabel all of the baker's measuring implements, and had used illusion magic to make the blacksmith's hammer invisible! And that was just the small stuff. He grinned, remembering it all. He couldn't wait to skip town and just see where the road went, but in the mean time, he had some pretty nice adventures here. Varric went about his morning routine, washing and making himself presentable. He wore a fanciful green garb with a feather cap, and strapped his Lute to his back. He looked at himself in the mirror, and grinned. Yep, it was the start to a great day, and there was no way karma would effect him. All he had to do was turn around and leave his room. He did the former, then looked at his bed. He blinked once, twice, then let out a noise somewhere between a groan and a curse. Sitting on his pillow, was a flower yet to bloom. Varric panicked. If that was what he thought it was, his life could be ruined. He picked up the flower, and felt something stir in his soul. Dammit. In a week, it would bloom, and Varric would be tied to someone. He gritted his teeth, fighting back tears. He had been planning his leaving for adventure for years now. It was all he'd wanted. He wanted to do great deeds and save maidens and slay dragons and take a string of lovers and make his mark on history. Like his mom. He looked up to her. His early years involved a lot of riding in a little baby carrier on her back as she adventured. He witnessed her doing incredible things, and knew early on that was what he wanted to do. Whenever her companions talked to him, they asked if he would follow in his mom's foot steps. He always responded with a resounding YES. Now...That could all be over. He tucked the flower into a pocket inside his jacket. He had to talk to Guinevere about this, see what she thought. He went downstairs. His mother had just finished regailing a bar maid with a tale. Varric smiled as he saw his mother. If there was ever the right parent for Varric, it was her. Most people would try to tame Varric's wildness. Marion nurtured it. Even when she "forbid" him from adventuring, Varric for the feeling she was just trying to get him to rebel. "Varric! Good morning. I was just regailing Nanda with the tale of the flowers!" Varric blinked. "Ah, the great gift, and yet punishment as well, inflicted by the great Stag on the Prince Parius, for witnessing his brother's careless destruction of the Stag's flowers," Varric said dramatically, "Many a maiden awaits this gift, the flower that binds two souls forever. Mostly, they're hoping I get the matching flower, no doubt. And yet, some dread it's coming, waking up to find the unbloomed bud and wishing to curse the heavens for it!" Marion looked at Varric strangely. "But surely any buds of this kind would be for the best. After all, flowers, like adventures, meals and beds, are best when shared," Marion said with a smile, "And should any issues come up with my son's 'blooming', I'd hope he could talk to me." Varric smiled, "But you know us youths. We think we know everything." And with that, he left. He made his way through the town in the early morning. He saw one of his pranks come to fruition before his eyes, as the cabbage salesman pushed his cart and one of the sides of the cart fell off, spilling cabbages everywhere. "My cabbages!" The salesman cried. Varric eventually made his way toward the Mayor's house. He saw a strange sight as he arrived. He heard the deer insulting the Ranger in the Mayor's voice, and couldn't help but chuckle. He just HAD to figure out how to do that himself some time. He raised his hand as he approached, grinning. He then unslung his Lute from his back, and called out to the Ranger. "Need any help, fair Farrest? Surely a man of your wild beauty would not mind a bit of help from one who can wield the wilds that you know so well?" He, in truth, wanted to show off to the Mayor a bit. Varric was a known trouble maker, and the Mayor's daughter Guinevere was his closest friend. It was best to show that he could be useful. "And fair Guinevere, the radiant sun of my soul! After we rangle this slanderous sunflower scourge, there is a matter I must discuss with a lady of your acumen!"	Name: Aldric Eleros Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Aldric is a sort of lone wolf, something he gets from his father, he prefers the solitude that hunting provides instead of any sort of camaraderie with others. He is a very responsible young man, taking his perceived duty of guarding the Vale very seriously, serious enough that he trains every single day. Aldric is a perfectionist in every thing he does, as such, he is very critical of himself and his actions, particularly how his actions, or rather his mistakes affect the village or those few people he cares about. His general disposition is stoic, keeping to himself and observing. Social situations tend to see him standing to the side watching, however if you corner him for conversation you'll find he's a very well spoken man. Most of the young men in the village resent Aldric for being so hardworking and useful while they prefer to flirt with girls or horse around. Aldric himself never took much pleasure in the horsing around bit, not unless that involved training for combat or hunting exercises. As for the flirting bit, there's something about saying crude things or acting vulgar towards really any human that just doesn't sit well with the young man. Bio: Ever since Aldric was a young boy he showed great independence. In fact amongst all the kids his age he was the first to start walking, however he was the last to start talking. If only his parents knew how much that would tell about his personality as an adult. From the age of 7 Aldric accompanied his father, Farrest on his trips to gather herbs, learning to identify most plants on sight. As he grew older and older he went with his father on more trips, he killed his first deer at age 10 on one such trip. However never was he allowed to go with his father to hunt the wild boar or the stray wolves who got to close to the village. Aldric has a good relationship with his mother Marianne, while they don't share as much as he and his father they're still family, a fact that Aldric takes very seriously. That and his father treats his mother like a queen, a trait that Aldric has adopted from childhood and has always been the obedient son. As he's grown older, Aldric has assumed more and more of his father's mantle, hunting for the poor of the village, gathering herbs for the Doctor, and recently he's been trusted to hunt feral beasts and ward off the bandits in the region. Weapon: A longbow Aldric carved himself a few years ago. Well made and stout it's seen many hunts and has remained reliable. He has a custom made sword, it's a hand and half longsword with the likeness of a wolf on it's pommel. Skills: Aldric is a very capable outdoors-man, tracking, gathering, and of course hunting, come as naturally to him as breathing. An equally capable archer, Hunter's skills with a bow rival his father's. Hunter practices with his sword as often as possible making him a formidable combatant.
50,162	1,348	3	1,641	929	Alixanna had just finished braiding her hair when she first laid eyes on the flower bud. It sprung forth, unhindered by the floorboards, it's still closed bud a vibrant green and shining in the early morning sunlight. It was exactly like all of the fairy tails the brunette had ever heard whispered before bedtime. It was awful. "Nope," Alixanna muttered to herself, stalking over to her desk. The girl snatched a pail of freshly harvested ginger root and dumped its contents, not flinching as multiple stems rolled onto the floor. Alixanna advanced on the unassuming blossom and placed the bucket over it, effectively concealing it's presence. "Better," the girl hummed appreciatively as she admired her handy work. With any luck, her mother wouldn't even notice it. After she washed her face and tied an apron on over her simple blue dress, Alixanna trudged into the kitchen where her mother was already waiting for her. "Hello my dear," Elora greeted her daughter with a hug. Almost instantly the older woman recoiled and frowned. "You're not wearing a corset." "Excellent observation," Alixanna replied with a grin, grabbing an apple and taking a seat at the table. Elora crossed her arms and pursed her lips, clearly not amused. "Don't worry mum, I'm decent," the teen answered, the corners of her mouth twitching up to grin wider. "Fine," Elora huffed, reaching a hand out to tuck a wayward lock of hair behind Alixanna's ear. "I've set up a meeting for you and the duke's son next week," the older woman spoke hurriedly, excitement glittering in her green eyes. Alixanna took a bite of her apple and chewed thoughtfully for a moment. "You mean Finnley?" she clarified, her mother nodding viciously before the question had even finished leaving her mouth. "Really? I heard he's got a third nipple." "It's just a mole!" Elora shrieked, throwing her hands up in exasperation and scowling. "And with all the land his family has, it wouldn't matter if the boy had fifteen extra teats," the woman finished with a grumble. "Gross," Alixanna said, but there was only humor in her voice. The youth finished her apple and disposed of it properly, before rounding the table again to give her mother a parting hug. "As charming as I think body anomiles are, I'm going to have to pass," the teen informed, causing her mother to groan and bury her face in her hands. "Has Farrest brought us the yarrow from the meadow yet?" "No, there's some kind of camotion in the mayor's garden. Mrs. Caperthon said something about a yellow deer," Elora said, waving a perfectly manicured hand as if to dismiss the whole situatioin entirley. "She also said the mayor accused Farrest of smelling gods-awful or something like that, but honestly, the woman is eighty three. She told me yesterday that she was growing a potato in her navel." "Mmm," Alixanna answered, tieing off the laces on her worn out leather boots. "I wouldn't doubt it, Da and I found an acorn in there last time." Elora looked properly appauled at this new information. "Alright, I better go get that yarrow. Da needs it for a new salve he's been working on. Bye mum!" Alixanna said, and with a wave farewell, bounded down the stairs and out the front door.	Role/Class Bard's Son, the Leaf Singer Appearance Name Varric Dawnleaf/Age 18/Gender Trans Boy Personality: Varric is a bit of a mixed bag. He's certainly polite and treats people well, but, the thing is, he is a bit of an ass as well. If there's one thing he cares about, it's entertainment. And his mom, but more importantly, entertainment. He gets bored easily. So, he likes to stir some trouble on occasion. Maybe kick some valuable and watch as people go ballistic, just to return it later. Maybe punch a girl's but and make it seem like the guy next to him did it. He also tends to boast, about his deeds, and more than once has had to do some form of restitution. One thing in his favor is that, for all his false boasting and whatnot, Varric is ballsy. He doesn't seem to know what fear is. He once heard od dangerous bandits in the woods, and actively sought them out. After getting inevitably captured, he convinced them that he was the Mayor's daughter, and that if they sent word that they had him, then the Mayor would pay them. Since the mayor, and his actual daughter for that matter, we're kind of BADASS, this ended poorly for the bandits. Especially when bardmom got involved. As one may have noticed, Varric is a bit impulsive too. He tends to give exactly zero fucks about the consequences, until he has to face them. He sometimes does genuinely mean things, and only later realizes that, no, pinching that girl's butt and blaming someone else is NOT a harmless prank, but rather a very mean thing to do for both parties. He also loves to charm the ladies and gents. He can often be seen flirting with many dames and dudes, serenading and playing for them. That's the kind of guy he is. He is utterly shameless. There is another side to him, more sensitive. This only ever seems to come out when he is among nature, or making music. He loves to sing, and he loves to play the lute. He's good at it too, and knows it. Varric at his best is a charismatic leader with a rebellious streak and very interesting to have around. On a bad day, he is an unapologetic asshole who causes trouble and pisses people off. Bio Marion Dawnleaf lived a rather eventful life before she settled. Varric's mother, Marion, is actually quite the famous adventurer, and a lot of her stories are not so much legends as personal anecdotes. She has braved dark dungeons, slain a dragon, seduced a minor nature god, and, her proudest accomplishment, given birth to a beautiful boy. Mind you, she kept adventuring for a little while after "settling down" and getting the tavern. And like hell she would trust a babysitter with her child! Had to teach him the family business! Varric had a pretty awesome childhood, all told. Varric showed a talent for magic from an early age, and seemed to know it more intuitively than by learning. During his free time, he was quite the wildchild, going about in nature and causing trouble. The guard know him by name. Varric actually had quite the ideal life. His single mother raised him well enough, even if he is a bit of an ass. He has never wanted for anything, and was always provided for. Hell, even when he realized he was, well, a he, that was pretty simple. His mom didn't give a shit, and at that point everyone accepted Varric was a bit weird. Varric wants to do as his mom did, however, and start adventuring. She forbids it, due to the obvious danger involved, but he has found his own small scale adventures. The largest of which was him getting captured by bandits. He was lucky his mom had retained her adventuring skills, or else he could have died. Afterwards, she was livid with him. Varric was just finalizing his plans to skip town and find an adventuring group, when he found a flower in his bed... Weapon: Varric's Lute: Varric wields a modified wizard's..."staff". His mother had it specially crafted for him. The Lute enhances Varric's magic through him playing it, and is very durable. It also has a basic spell enchanted into it to allow Varric to turn sound into concussive force. It uses his own magical energy, and only disables a foe for a short time, a few seconds, but it is a very good way to get out of trouble. Skills: Charisma: Once you let Varric open his mouth, you have lost. Varric can talk his way out of anything, a trait he gets from his mother. Leafsong: Varric can use magic through music. His magic is more of a muscle than a skill, and the ways he's exercised it show. He is mostly good at ilusions and mobility, and as a combat mage he is nigh on useless. He can move around swiftly using the wind, and render himself almost invisible using a cloak of the wind. He can also cause leaves and petals to fly about himself for dramatic effect. Sneaky:Varric is one sneaky bastard, and is a master of hiding in plain sight. Despite his reputation, he still manages to be able to hide in a crowd. Nature Empath: Varric is a natural at traveling in nature. It's like nature itself tries to provide for him. Lockpicking: Varric took up this skill in order to be better at pranks. Other: Magic Vulnerability: As the very obvious son of a minor nature god and a powerful bard, Varric has inherited a sensitivity to magic. While obviously this endangers him to enemy casters, this does have some benefits, as he is also extra sensitive to positive magic. As a result, his mom is known as the only one who can catch him, as her magical skills can easily track and capture him.
50,163	1,348	4	2,091	3,332	In the early recesses of the morning, a male figure was hard at work as he went about creating marvelous items from the ores the earth bore to the family. Weapons were neatly hanged in order to display the craftsmanship of the duo. The boy continuously hit at the bright metal at specific angles and places to form the item into what would be a newborn blade for a wandering adventurer to buy. As went to work, he stay attentive of not only the blade, but for any potential customers who decided to buy a weapon this early in the morning... then again, very seldom did he see a speck of life other than the occasional animal. As he finished melding the sword, he proceeded to cool it down before taking a look at the eloquently crafted blade. "Hmm, not bad I would have to say. The blade is sharp as always with the point easily being able to rend flesh... brr, a rather ghastly thought but alas it is the truth, a sad one too at it..." "Anyways, I need to deliver some weapons to a few people and Academymen today. I have a list of them who wished for me to deliver, however, others may appear to receive their weapons while I'm gone... Hopefully mother doesn't worry over me wandering off on some wondrous journey... not like that will happen with a grip stronger than steel" With a placid sigh, he went inside the clean house which was kept well despite the sharp tools all around. Scanning the general area, he found a clean sheet of paper which was lying near surprisingly things that could be considered haphazard. That was a sign his mother possibly forgot to clean up something last night before heading off to the bar. Even if it was minor, they did have to keep appearances up to attract potential people who might wish to procure goods and he didn't at all want the impression of being sloppy. The boy dealt with the problem as quickly as possible and went about his business, finding the required materials for leaving a note behind so she would understand where he traversed. As he went to work writing out a letter, he continued to ponder on the enigmatic message his father left for him involving flowers, along with the strange gift he received last night. He wracked his mind over their meaning, but continued to struggle with unlocking the secrets that averted his sight. Once he finished the letter, he left it on the desk since that was the first thing she would most likely see when coming into the lobby. With that said, he went back into the shop, procuring the goods before heading off. "Makes me wonder why some people can't ever get this trade as it is rather simple. Then again, people have their own niche and can use it to assist them in their upbringing... Father practiced some alchemy but I struggled with conjuring up creative concoctions. Even so, I shouldn't give up on this path I carve. I might need to stubbornly find another way if she keeps trying to to me down and force me to go into blacksmithing and blacksmithing only. She knows that I have a lust for knowledge, but she is trying too hard to let that desire wilt away with her consistantly attempting to safeguard me... Maybe one day I'll be able to pursue it, but for now... this." The boy lamented in his thoughts as he began his way south, cleaning his face off with a simple rag that became gray over the course of the wiping the grime and sweat embedded on his cheeks. He gained a few looks from a small amount of people around his age which must of garnered a reasoning for why he was up so early while having the appearance of being worn out. The others who were familiar with his kin of work an services he provide were no stranger as he delivered the weapons to their new found companions. One by one, he recorded them and their purchase along with gaining the proper amount of gold from them in the process. Over the course of the early morning, he dispatched the items with ease, before delivering the final weapon - a spear to its rightful owner. With that task finally completed, he began to traverse back to the blacksmith, contemplating on whether to go do some self training or study a bit... ... before hearing a familiar voice of a rather infamous fellow (in his eyes) complementing the mayors daughter. Even with that specific part of the sentence popping out, he was more curious to what he meant by scourge... and then he saw the deer that was devouring the mayors flowers. It was a bright yellow, the same color as the flowers which helped the boy easily discern that this was a cobalt deer. One of his books told him about the enchanted beasts that roamed close to town and he absorbed the knowledge into his system, gaining a keen understanding of the predicament. He also came to the conclusion of how to lure it away without jumping to the use of weaponry as it looked like they were a bit befuddled and almost ready to act on impulse. "Alright, so deer problems... ok Laciel, just walk up to them and politely state your business and idea to remove the creature from the premises without the use of force." "Uhm... Uh sir? I, er, uhm... I th-think I have a solution t-to th-this problem." That could of been smoother than he thought as he attempted to avoid any sort of eye contact. This whole situation was awkward and he just wanted to flee back to the blacksmith as this was so embarrassing. What if he said the wrong thing or tripped over his own words?! This wasn't at all a good situation for Laciel.	Name: Laciel Lenssed Age: 18 Height: 6"1' Personality: A rather quiet and rather to himself sort of boy is not much one for words, or really anything revolving around talking since he is rather nervous about spouting the wrong thing along with having a bit of social anxiety. He isn't too headstrong and is rather thoughtful than rushing into the fray, despite having his mothers blood in him. He takes after his father in this sense by staying vigilant and alert to any danger coming near. However, back on the topic of talking to others. Due to being confined to the forge a lot, he doesn't exactly have people skills. Laciel has watched others speak to try and better himself, however it is unknown how soon he will improve. Even with these drawbacks, ever since he was of a young age, Laciel held an innate curiosity of the world about him. He would always search for a way to study, even if it meant his mother scolding him for doing something reckless. If he becomes curious, it may overlap with his thoughtful side when weighing the odds. Usually his decisions are right most of the time, but sometimes they are less than desired results... such as the time he almost got killed by a bear. Thankfully his mother is a lot more fearsome than the bear and promptly caused it to flee, however being "fierce" is something he is lacking in with his supposedly decrepit appearance. The boy has an immense dislike for being tied down to one path and prefers to choose his own way. Since his mother is often fearful of whatever dangers he might have to face, she is overprotective of him which gets old pretty quickly. He feels the need to speak out against her and how his mother is one step in front of him to make his troubles fleeting... Even with her other activities, she managed to keep a keen eye on him and is rather frustrated about being hounded on consistently. He finds it rather difficult to tell her off since it's difficult to locate a mean bone in his body. Even the best doctors around couldn't even find one if they tried... Even with these limitations, he does have a breaking point and one can only hope it isn't broken. Bio: "Laciel is a lot like his father I'll tell ya! Scholarly, curious... and a wee bit stubborn to boot." - Leslie Lenssed Hailing from a long line of scholars and blacksmiths, Laciel was born into a trade that would possibly consume his life and revolve around him consistently... if he wasn't so adverse to not being coaxed into the path of the forge. Ever since he was of a ripe age, he was always working beside his mother at the forge and at night would listen to his fathers encounters when traveling with her prior to them settling down in Vale eventually. Such tales fraught with excitement and mysteries attracted him, but most of all the delight of new knowledge that he could become enlighten with. The dream felt so far away to him, but he was determined to make it a reality and gain the wisdom of those before him. His life outside the house was less than spectacular than the stories spoke of by his father as he spent most of his time around the forge and less around the children. He grew close to his mother as he observed her conjure up weapons with her vitality. Over time he began to properly forge weapons for others, easily taking over his mothers spot when she went off hunting with father or in bed with a hangover after drinking myriads of men Laciel couldn't count (father included) under the table. It was annoying at first, but eventually he became accustomed to her less than stellar and boisterous habits. When he is allowed off from the forge for working a tinge bit too hard, either Laciel pursues knowledge in his free time from the library, his assortment of books, or his father himself. His father expresses a lot of joy for taking interests in his path, but feels the need for leaving cryptic messages for Laciel to figure out. Once he figures out his fathers riddles he becomes ecstatic at his sons ability to properly comprehend his meanings whether it be physical in a sense or metaphorical. After figured out, he would spend a long time with his son, lecturing him and teaching him new things he had never known about before. These times allowed to bond with his father which he rarely had time for since he was usually out reliving his mystical tales through providing for the family. The other times he doesn't get the chance, he is seen by others hanging out in the library studying his days away while others train and enjoy their days in the sunlight. He was often teased by others for being so engrossed in books and was never seen training. Despite these stinging words, he took private lessons from his mother who demonstrated her skills which dazzled him. He often would test his mettle against his mother and other challengers, either failing or succeeding with his prior knowledge gained through his spars with Leslie. This only continued to fuel the desire for paving his own path. One day, his father left without leaving a trace or warning with the exception of a simple letter created with a cryptic message which befuddled his mother. The two were bothered by two completely different reasons, his mother who became worried over his fathers disappearance due to the dangers which most likely were in wait. Laciel became worried over the measures she would go to when becoming very overprotective for another, coming to the conclusion of what sacrifices she would make to safeguard what she dearly loves. This lead to his mother keep a closer grip and keener eye on son after the event which began to slightly suffocate him with the ever impending presence. He rarely could stray too far, but he wanted to travel to bring his father back due to a paltry rumor that caused a ruckus over his family... although he did also find it slightly interesting since it offered something he knew and loved all too well. Other than that, he often attempted to make talk with the other children after watching them make contact with one another. He hadn't really socialize with people other than the exceptional few he would come upon. However, when the event arose to gain a new friend, he ran off to "get to work at the forge." Laciel found himself being consistently beat up mentally through this as he became annoyed at his inability to form a long lasting friendship with another. At the age of eighteen, his sword-skills and smithery have made his mother and him known as the dynamic duo of forging in the village as they continued to make weapons with infallible craftsmanship, with the exception of a few times due to a few mistakes, some of which from his mother, Leslie. From what he could tell, she was still bothered by his fathers leave, even after the two years that flew by before his very eyes. It was seemingly becoming worse as she began to fret a bit more, little by little. It was difficult to notice to the naked eye but she could easily hide her sorrows from others, with the exception of Laciel who began to constantly worry over her well-being since the stress was possibly getting to her in both ways. Along with her becoming perturbed, his social skills were still lacking horribly as he struggled to develop them over the years. That was the only thing that ever continued to dull over the years, until of course he was greeted by an enigmatic letter signed by his father lying on his bed. This one made even less sense than before and made him wrack his brains over more than before to understand it. Laciel did ponder upon the letter, but he hasn't found an answer, yet for the most part... A mithril longsword specially crafted by Laciel himself at a tender age which was considered almost a bit difficult to wield at his age and had assistance from his mother when making it. It's rather large and difficult for most people to properly wield, however thanks to the inherited strength, he seems to possess the vital strength to use the weapon. It has an engraving above the guard of it with two L's side by side. Skills: Mimic: With a thirst for procuring wisdom, he has the ability to properly mimic others fighting styles to put them at a roadblock. Even with a simple longsword, he can almost properly copy another. If he managed to wield the same weapon, then they could be in loads of trouble. Counter: Once he properly learns of a person and their fighting style he can turn the tables and swiftly use their own strategy against them, or come up with a new one to easily fall them. Endurance and Fortitude: Training with others and mainly his mother has left more than a fair amount of bruises and cuts. However, such endeavors that he has endured have caused him to toughen up and become formidable in combat which can cause major surprised to others who don't expect him to be able to properly jump into the fray. Laciel also has his mothers unrivaled strength which was nurtured over spars and losses into the budding blacksmith he is today. Watchful Eye: Laciel has spent a lot of time sneaking away from the stray eyes of Leslie, allowing him to get a taste of nature. Not only can he analyze the area around him, but he can keep up with any inconsistencies in his line of sight as if it was childs play. However, keeping an eye on his environment isn't the only thing he can extort to his advantage. Scholarly Mind: Laciel spends as much time in the books as he does in the forge. He keeps a whole library in the room containing him and will often become sleep deprived to procure knowledge. His love for knowledge allows him to gain information quicker and dispense them to others that he feels that could put this knowledge to use. An example is his knowledge of the forge and his power to easily create wonders. Even so, he won't hesitate to use such a thing to his advantage for his own reasons.
50,164	1,348	5	2,239	464	Perhaps you should speak to it- to calm it down. Suggested Mayor Hart as both men noted that the deers eyes significantly widened at the sight of the lassoe. "Human speech isn't exactly something they comprehend, Gareth. The deer mimick. Mimicking is one thing. Comprehension is another." He half hid the rope behind his back before crouching. The sunflower deer studied him. "Its best we take less intimidating stances..." he glanced over at the seven foot giant next to him, "perhaps you should go inside for the time being, Mayor Hart." "Nonsen-" Gareth was cut off by Guinevere poking her head out of their home, inquiring of their morning and the reason for Farrests presence. At the sight of her the deers ears flicked forward, it began to move about nervously in the garden. “Father… What is that? Gareth saw that she went for her sword. That was the exact reason for his calling Farrest. The mayor knew only how to butcher and hack away with his axe- he couldn't bare to kill something lest he get blood all over his precious flowers. "A stray deer- or, er, doe- from the forest. Come to eat away at the garden. Farrest is here to lead it away from here and out of my life forever." The ranger was much too concentrated in his task to laugh. The doe was thoroughly distracted by the mayor, his daughter, and the meal before her. So much so that she almost forgot Farrest's presence altogether. Almost. The doe quickly caught on to his movements and retreated farther into the garden- muttering something in a strangers voice as she went. "Need any help, fair Farrest? Surely a man of your wild beauty would not mind a bit of help from one who can wield the wilds that you know so well? The ranger turned to consider Varric Dawnleaf. In all his years knowing the boy he had only pinned a handful of his pranks back to him- but the ranger suspected that many more odd disturbances around the town were his handiwork. Yes, for the most part they were harmless and could easily be rectified. But the ranger wondered how long these merely childish pranks would remain so harmless. How long would it take until Varric started some real trouble. "Ah- no need- I have a feeling we won't need nature magic to control her. But thank you Varric. I'd prefer everyone just to keep their distance lest we spook her." "Uhm... Uh sir? I, er, uhm... I th-think I have a solution t-to th-this problem." The ranger spun and looked toward the voice- he recognized the blacksmiths son. "Do you now?" He asked amicably. Leslie loved to boast of her sons intelligence- but Farrest never had the opportunity to work with the lad. "What did you have in mi-" The mayor interpolated, "Good day Varric- and Laciel! I'm unused to seeing you outside of the forge- but don't mind us. I wouldn't want to stop you and Guinevere from playing, Varric. And please- do play around Dunstans coop." He looked fixedly at his daughter and his gaze showed that he knew, "You know- the coop that you wrecked yesterday. Dunstan hasn't said a word but I'd prefer if you both went and helped him fix it." Just then one of the windows to the house burst open and his wife's blonde head poked out, "She did what?!" Farrest had to duck as the doe leapt out of the garden, startled. The ranger cursed and shot Sebille an exasperated glance. The mayors wife stared in shock, "What the hells was that thing-" Gareth chuckled nervously, seeing how crowded everything was getting and how upset Farrest had become. He put a hand on Varric and Guinevere's shoulders, "Off you two go now- hm? Come back for lunch, Varric. You eat meat, yes? I've something special lined up." And then he turned toward his wife, "Darling what was that thing you were telling me about earlier- that thing about glass-" he said hurriedly as he made his way back into the house. Sebille could take a hint, she giggled and disappeared back into the house. Only to return moments later at the window to speak to her child, "Guinevere, darling, apologize to Dunstan for your behavior. You know how your father loves eggs in the morning." Farrest cleared his throat and bid her farewell as she retreated back into the house, already calmed down once more. By now the doe had ran farther into town. He sighed and wondered how long it would take him to find it without Dagny. Then again.. Sunflowers didn't have a scent- so he'd be in the same predicament either way. He glanced toward Laciel, "Let's go after it, hm? I could still use your plan." He didn't want to send the boy back to his mother- that seemed cruel. Something told him, also, that he'd probably enjoy a morning of deer chasing. A familiar whistling tune caught his attention then. The ranger looked toward the direction of the sound and saw his son approaching him from down the road. Farrest smiled- the more help the merrier. "My son- good morning." He greeted Aldric warmly. "You've come at the perfect time. A cobalt deer has wandered into Vale and has eaten a few of the mayors sunflowers. So now its yellow.. But it just ran off. It's mimicked the mayors voice- so its best we send it on its way back into the Angar." He gestured to Laciel, "Laciel here will be helping us- says he has a plan."	Ezra Audigarde/21/male(bi) He stands at 5'10 and weighs 140 lbs, his build is lean, with broad shoulders. His hair is short brown that curls about his ears . His eyes are a sharp green, almost jade. Personality: Please mind yourself around him- once you get him started he will not stop talking. He's quite the flirt- some times unnervingly so. Ezra moves about as if the world is his for the taking- which never really sits well with others. He has this problem where, if he sees something he likes, he'll go out of his way to have it (people included- actually especially people). But past this annoying disposition he isn't that bad... Oh wait, no theres more actually. Something is most certainly off about Ezra. Yes, he's little talkative and pushy and maybe he has the habit of getting sidetracked in conversations- but its not only these things. Ezra's kinda... crazy. No, honestly, the guy is an adrenaline junkie. Never never dare him- because he will do it. It's like he was never born with the capacity to feel fear. He's prone to outbursts and can become explosively angry when triggered (note: mentioning his father). Although that's him at his worst. Most of the time he's smiling and joking away with complete strangers. He expresses complete interest when people talk about themselves- because he truly wants to know about those around him. The man is a daydreamer and- especially on rainy days- he can be found napping in some odd place. His default laidback (read: lazy) attitude gets him negative cred from the townsfolk. They see him as a troublemaker and often whisper about his mental instability behind their hands. He knows what they think of him but it doesn't bother him. The opinions of others don't put food on his table or clothe him- so its none of his concern. Bio: Born in the valley city of Pax- a city of wealth and squallor, known for its lavish way of life viewed by outsiders as grossly excessive. Ezra's mother was a prostitute and for the majority of his life he thought his father was just a lonely businessman. Growing up in the brothel wasn't as horrible as one might think. In fact, he holds only fond memories of that time in his life, of course save for a few incidents here and there- plus the occasional beating. The women there were all affectionate and protective toward him- honestly it was like having a house full of moms- which was alright by his oblivious younger self. 12 yearold boys in brothels start to attract the really disgusting types- and to protect her son from any harm his mother decided to send her boy to his father. Now, isn't that every whore's sons dream? To meet the father that they dreamt of at night and daydreamed of during their scoldings and beatings and when nasty customers came by. Ezra was a wreck when he walked all three miles on his own out of Pax's red district- into a neighborhood of botanical gardens and houses of dukes and lords. He didn't want to meet his father- the only outcome of this would to be sent away like a dog. He knew this because he wasn't the only child born in the brothel. He wasn't the first or last to be sent to their fathers house. His half sister opened the door. She was younger than him. Her name was Eithne. She knew exactly who he was because they shared the same green eyes. Their father fainted and Ezra knew at once that he would never come to love this man. He was barely in that house for a week before Ezra was packed off to Pax's local Academy. Here he was drilled to become a soldier for the capital. He lasted seven years before he "dropped out", which is code for his being framed for something he didn't do. Eithne visited him at the Academy during his stay there and she soon became the only friend he ever had. They read stories to one another and wrote to each other when they were apart. She was brilliant and she was kind- a complete contrast to Ezra's aggressive and unhinged personality. But she loved him- she loved him so readily that it burdened him sometimes. Like when he would fight in the yard with the other academymen grunts- he never went too far because her voice always rang through his head. Anyways when she learned of his being banished from the Academy she married some noble asshat named Ceril Balfont. The Balfont's extended a pardon to Ezra but he didn't want it because he knew what it really was. His sister had sacrificed her happiness just to give him a second chance at being something. He was sick with guilt. So sick that he (long story short) almost convinced Eithne to run off with him to Vale (he had contacts there and it was such a small, quiet town. They could rebuild their lives there) but it was much too late for her. In fact his father caught word and almost killed him for almost ruining Eithne's marriage to such a powerful figure head. Ezra resents how he was now the only one benefiting from their misery. He came to Vale only a year ago- since he'd spent his time hopping around from city to city in the Valley only to end up a bandits lackey for a few months in the Angar. He stumbled on Vale by accident and met up with his "contact" another Academy drop out. Weapon Pole staff. Its retractable and can easily be hidden in a pocket. Sturdy and simple- he won it in a game of cards. Dagger. Never leave your house without one strapped to your ankle. Skills -Moderate Combat Training. Thank you, Academy. -Street smarts. Thank you, Pax's red district. -Moderate survival. Thank you, those few months spent out in the Angar. -Good looks. Thanks mom. Other -Audigarde is a bastards name. - He lives in a small cabin with Gada, a woman he often mentions but no one really ever sees. Gada Malvodar/21/female(bi) She stands at 5'7 and weighs 115 lbs. Her appearance may seem frail but she is anything but. Gada's a red head that often keeps her hair up in braids, often tied back with jewlery. She has rune tattoos between her breasts, under her chin, behind her ears, and on her feet that provide her with magic energy for quick spell casting. Her eyes are an unnatural yellow. Personality: Bio: Weapon -A spire staff. It has a pointy end that she often threatens to shove up Ezra's ass. Skills -Summoning: Gada specializes in summoning magic. Its a dark art that requires sacrifices. -Apothecary: She knows her way around the - Other
50,165	1,348	6	2,239	464	Varric grinned. "But Sir Gareth, no doubt my natural magics could be a great boon to you in rangling this plant ravager. But, alas, I suppose I must cover for my trouble making friend as per usual," Varric said dramatically, before looking at Guinevere and grinning. "Worry not, my angel, for we shall handle your mishap together. I shall soothe the angry Dunstan and bring him such cheer through song that he will not even be mad about the damages. And when you fix the coop itself, why, I will supervise like none have ever supervised before!" He paused, "And then we will discuss botany. For the flower of my heart seems to bloom for one of your beauty." Varric wondered momentarily who his "soulmate" could be. For one, he knew the flower tended to bond man and woman. He wondered what that meant for him. He didn't like the idea of having it decided for him. For one, 'string of lovers' was still in his short term plans. Perhaps it was Guinevere. They were close, after all. Varric could honestly say he loved her. However, he wasn't so sure he could be IN love with her. Besides that, while his illusion magic could disguise his body for the most part, Varric knew that at night the illusions would have to drop. If she were his wife, would she be okay with never bearing child? Would she even find him attractive? As for anyone else, well...what if they didn't want to leave. There were plenty that Varric wouldn't mind taking to bed, like Alixanna the medic's daughter, or Aldric, who inherited his father's fit lifestyle and physique. But marriage was a commitment. And Varric didn't want to commit himself to staying in town. He couldn't imagine settling down. And what if they wanted kids? If it came down to it, would he be okay with bearing children? He shook the thoughts from his head, and maintained his cheery demeanor, though he was admittedly nervous on the inside. He felt the flower underneath his jacket. It felt like shackles, close to his heart.	Ezra Audigarde/21/male(bi) He stands at 5'10 and weighs 140 lbs, his build is lean, with broad shoulders. His hair is short brown that curls about his ears . His eyes are a sharp green, almost jade. Personality: Please mind yourself around him- once you get him started he will not stop talking. He's quite the flirt- some times unnervingly so. Ezra moves about as if the world is his for the taking- which never really sits well with others. He has this problem where, if he sees something he likes, he'll go out of his way to have it (people included- actually especially people). But past this annoying disposition he isn't that bad... Oh wait, no theres more actually. Something is most certainly off about Ezra. Yes, he's little talkative and pushy and maybe he has the habit of getting sidetracked in conversations- but its not only these things. Ezra's kinda... crazy. No, honestly, the guy is an adrenaline junkie. Never never dare him- because he will do it. It's like he was never born with the capacity to feel fear. He's prone to outbursts and can become explosively angry when triggered (note: mentioning his father). Although that's him at his worst. Most of the time he's smiling and joking away with complete strangers. He expresses complete interest when people talk about themselves- because he truly wants to know about those around him. The man is a daydreamer and- especially on rainy days- he can be found napping in some odd place. His default laidback (read: lazy) attitude gets him negative cred from the townsfolk. They see him as a troublemaker and often whisper about his mental instability behind their hands. He knows what they think of him but it doesn't bother him. The opinions of others don't put food on his table or clothe him- so its none of his concern. Bio: Born in the valley city of Pax- a city of wealth and squallor, known for its lavish way of life viewed by outsiders as grossly excessive. Ezra's mother was a prostitute and for the majority of his life he thought his father was just a lonely businessman. Growing up in the brothel wasn't as horrible as one might think. In fact, he holds only fond memories of that time in his life, of course save for a few incidents here and there- plus the occasional beating. The women there were all affectionate and protective toward him- honestly it was like having a house full of moms- which was alright by his oblivious younger self. 12 yearold boys in brothels start to attract the really disgusting types- and to protect her son from any harm his mother decided to send her boy to his father. Now, isn't that every whore's sons dream? To meet the father that they dreamt of at night and daydreamed of during their scoldings and beatings and when nasty customers came by. Ezra was a wreck when he walked all three miles on his own out of Pax's red district- into a neighborhood of botanical gardens and houses of dukes and lords. He didn't want to meet his father- the only outcome of this would to be sent away like a dog. He knew this because he wasn't the only child born in the brothel. He wasn't the first or last to be sent to their fathers house. His half sister opened the door. She was younger than him. Her name was Eithne. She knew exactly who he was because they shared the same green eyes. Their father fainted and Ezra knew at once that he would never come to love this man. He was barely in that house for a week before Ezra was packed off to Pax's local Academy. Here he was drilled to become a soldier for the capital. He lasted seven years before he "dropped out", which is code for his being framed for something he didn't do. Eithne visited him at the Academy during his stay there and she soon became the only friend he ever had. They read stories to one another and wrote to each other when they were apart. She was brilliant and she was kind- a complete contrast to Ezra's aggressive and unhinged personality. But she loved him- she loved him so readily that it burdened him sometimes. Like when he would fight in the yard with the other academymen grunts- he never went too far because her voice always rang through his head. Anyways when she learned of his being banished from the Academy she married some noble asshat named Ceril Balfont. The Balfont's extended a pardon to Ezra but he didn't want it because he knew what it really was. His sister had sacrificed her happiness just to give him a second chance at being something. He was sick with guilt. So sick that he (long story short) almost convinced Eithne to run off with him to Vale (he had contacts there and it was such a small, quiet town. They could rebuild their lives there) but it was much too late for her. In fact his father caught word and almost killed him for almost ruining Eithne's marriage to such a powerful figure head. Ezra resents how he was now the only one benefiting from their misery. He came to Vale only a year ago- since he'd spent his time hopping around from city to city in the Valley only to end up a bandits lackey for a few months in the Angar. He stumbled on Vale by accident and met up with his "contact" another Academy drop out. Weapon Pole staff. Its retractable and can easily be hidden in a pocket. Sturdy and simple- he won it in a game of cards. Dagger. Never leave your house without one strapped to your ankle. Skills -Moderate Combat Training. Thank you, Academy. -Street smarts. Thank you, Pax's red district. -Moderate survival. Thank you, those few months spent out in the Angar. -Good looks. Thanks mom. Other -Audigarde is a bastards name. - He lives in a small cabin with Gada, a woman he often mentions but no one really ever sees. Gada Malvodar/21/female(bi) She stands at 5'7 and weighs 115 lbs. Her appearance may seem frail but she is anything but. Gada's a red head that often keeps her hair up in braids, often tied back with jewlery. She has rune tattoos between her breasts, under her chin, behind her ears, and on her feet that provide her with magic energy for quick spell casting. Her eyes are an unnatural yellow. Personality: Bio: Weapon -A spire staff. It has a pointy end that she often threatens to shove up Ezra's ass. Skills -Summoning: Gada specializes in summoning magic. Its a dark art that requires sacrifices. -Apothecary: She knows her way around the - Other
50,166	1,348	7	1,387	500	Aldric's journey to town hall was cut short, partly by the yellow deer that went streaking past him and partly by his running into his father. "Good morning Father." He looked at the somewhat scrawny boy following behind his father, he didn't quite know who it was until he got a good look at him.. "Laciel, good morning." The blacksmith's son, he wasn't as hardy as his mother but he had a fine aptitude for knowledge, something Aldric greatly respected. Knowledge is power, his father always said. Aldric cocked an eyebrow at his father, "That was a cobalt deer? I knew what was odd but I didn't think that's what it was. The creature went running by a moment ago." He cursed himself for missing the opportunity to catch the beast. If he had just been a bit more perceptive he would've caught on that it was a cobalt deer and made some effort to catch or at least follow it. Still, it was a bit late for what ifs now. All Aldric could do was focus on how to catch it now. To which his father pointed to Laciel saying he had a plan. "Very good, what did you have in mind Laciel?"	Name: Aldric Eleros Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Aldric is a sort of lone wolf, something he gets from his father, he prefers the solitude that hunting provides instead of any sort of camaraderie with others. He is a very responsible young man, taking his perceived duty of guarding the Vale very seriously, serious enough that he trains every single day. Aldric is a perfectionist in every thing he does, as such, he is very critical of himself and his actions, particularly how his actions, or rather his mistakes affect the village or those few people he cares about. His general disposition is stoic, keeping to himself and observing. Social situations tend to see him standing to the side watching, however if you corner him for conversation you'll find he's a very well spoken man. Most of the young men in the village resent Aldric for being so hardworking and useful while they prefer to flirt with girls or horse around. Aldric himself never took much pleasure in the horsing around bit, not unless that involved training for combat or hunting exercises. As for the flirting bit, there's something about saying crude things or acting vulgar towards really any human that just doesn't sit well with the young man. Bio: Ever since Aldric was a young boy he showed great independence. In fact amongst all the kids his age he was the first to start walking, however he was the last to start talking. If only his parents knew how much that would tell about his personality as an adult. From the age of 7 Aldric accompanied his father, Farrest on his trips to gather herbs, learning to identify most plants on sight. As he grew older and older he went with his father on more trips, he killed his first deer at age 10 on one such trip. However never was he allowed to go with his father to hunt the wild boar or the stray wolves who got to close to the village. Aldric has a good relationship with his mother Marianne, while they don't share as much as he and his father they're still family, a fact that Aldric takes very seriously. That and his father treats his mother like a queen, a trait that Aldric has adopted from childhood and has always been the obedient son. As he's grown older, Aldric has assumed more and more of his father's mantle, hunting for the poor of the village, gathering herbs for the Doctor, and recently he's been trusted to hunt feral beasts and ward off the bandits in the region. Weapon: A longbow Aldric carved himself a few years ago. Well made and stout it's seen many hunts and has remained reliable. He has a custom made sword, it's a hand and half longsword with the likeness of a wolf on it's pommel. Skills: Aldric is a very capable outdoors-man, tracking, gathering, and of course hunting, come as naturally to him as breathing. An equally capable archer, Hunter's skills with a bow rival his father's. Hunter practices with his sword as often as possible making him a formidable combatant.
50,167	1,348	8	2,622	3,554	The moon was just setting over the horizon as the woman walked through the village, dressed in her armour and clearly having been out of town for a time though she rode no horse through the Vale as she headed toward her home. She hadn’t slept the night before, nor the day, instead she’d stepped away from home for a time though she was gone no more than a single rising of the sun for she’d only gone as far as the closest noble holding. Noblemen always had enemies and purses full of gold that was ripe for the taking if you knew how to get it from them; not only had she been paid tonight, she’d also picked several pockets of their pockets and carried a nice sum of five hundred gold pieces home with her this morning. She walked along the quiet path, glad that everyone else was sleeping so they wouldn’t see the cloaked figure walking through the town, a sword on her hip and a dagger in her boot, a pouch of gold between her breasts where no one would notice it. She rounded the corner and ducked out of sight as one of the town guards, easily finding her way into the shadows and staying hidden while he passed, even though she was less than a foot away from him he never noticed her. Reaching out she flicked a small knife through the button of the man’s coin purse and she caught the copper and bronze pieces in the palm of her hand where it closed into a neat fist and she slipped it back within her cloak, counting them with her fingers as she dropped them in a pocket in the fabric. She waited for several heartbeats before she stepped out of the shadows again, smirking smugly as she walked away from the small town again. Having made it through the town the sun had begun to rise behind her as she walked the dirt pathway that ran through the grass from the town to her house; there wasn’t a real road for carts as the two would rather take a horse of their own feet anywhere. The path was familiar and the young woman pulled a dagger from behind her thigh and twirled it between her fingers as she walked, though, the sudden twang of a horribly played note followed by terribly rhymed lyrics and she knew that Ezra was once again beneath her window. It was interrupted of course, by her mother yelling at him and she was grateful – for the first time in years – that the woman was such a bitch. What she hadn’t expected was for him to turn around and walk toward her while she was standing in the open, just off the property. “Damnmit.”	Illya Vance Thief’s Daughter – Rogue Assassin Below average height at five foot, two inches and weighing in at just under 7 stones, Illya is a thin girl with a good amount of muscle on her. Small feet and still shapely with a womanly figure. Healthy, with eyes the colour of storm clouds. Age Nine and Ten years Gender Female – Heterosexual Weapon(s) Mithril Dagger -Stolen by her mother and given to her when she turned ten-and-two. It is of dwarven make as mithril can only be mined or worked by the dwarves- Steel Sword -A hand-and-a-half sword she found buried in her mothers’ things- Recurve Bow -Built for hunting, this bow is one who has seen more human deaths than those of animals- Skills Assassinate -If she can get close enough without being spotted, and manage a successful attack, Illya may instantly kill her target with a fatal blow- Become Shadows -With her ability to blend in she may become invisible to the untrained eye, melding with the shadows around her. This combined with her Assassinate ability, make her the perfect stealth attacker- Shadow Step -A passive skill, Illya makes no sound when she walks unless she thinks about it. This also applies to the rest of her body. She makes no noise when she moves, allowing her to sneak up on almost anyone- Sleight of Hand -With practiced ease, the thief may slip a hand inside another pocket, through their bag or make something seemingly vanish into thin air- Acrobatics -After years of practice, she had developed the ease to climb high on next to nothing, to jump and enhances her flexibility to near contortionist levels- Personality Illya has never been one to talk to others, nor share her secrets with them, instead allowing herself to become the distant image by the wall that few would ever really remember. Unemotional and detached, she is cold as ice when it comes to dealing with her target or victims, though when she needs to she can put on the perfect mask and act her way with a flawless facsimile of real emotion. She’s apathetic and rhythmic, with little deviation from how she does things. On the other hand, she is prone to sudden fits of unpredictability or rage, leaving her to do things out of her usual patterns. This has landed her in trouble before, though the person there with the anger is buried deep within her. Biography Illya was raised away from town, taught most by her mother and learning the rest on her own adventures in and around town. The people there were well aware of what her mother was, though if she stole from them they never noticed or could never prove that it was really her and from that reputation people began to believe that the daughter would be much like Marideth was. From a young age Illya was subject to the scorn and distrust of the people in town, hated even by some and the villagers children didn’t treat her any better having learned from their parents that she wasn’t someone to talk to or trust. She became secluded, locking away her own emotions when the bullies came to harass her and over time she became a being of nothingness with little to drive her onward. By the time she was seven she could easily be described as an emotionless thing rather than a human child. Worse even, she was raised without a father, so only her mother – young and having given birth when she was merely sixteen – was left to raise her. She started watching, observing and soon she began to learn all she could and started stealing from the villagers without them even noticing it; her hands became quick and her face began to show a smile again, though little of it was real. She was satisfied with stealing from the village, up until she’d left home for several months once and gone on to a large city where she came face to face with a master assassin. In the time she was gone, the village had thought her moved away and gone for good, but she was learning even more, but this time it was how to be the perfect assassin. The first mark she killed was a young noble man, wanted dead for the affair he was having with a powerful man’s wife and earned herself a pretty pouch of gold before returning home to her mother and the village that shunned her. People questioned why she left in the first place, though she never gave much than a need to see the big city to their faces but Merideth new the first time she saw the pouch of gold on her daughter. The woman had never had much teaching ability to begin with, and few maternal instincts but she was against Illya learning her trade, instead allowing her to buy what she needed regardless of her daughters protests. Why should I act like something I’m not? Why not prove them right and make them regret passing such early judgement? She’d really left because she needed space and someone to really learn from, a Master to show her which way to go to reach her fullest potential. She’d found him too and came back to show her mother exactly what she had been keeping her from. Merideth had to admit, she was a little bit impressed. She’s nineteen now and spend often months at a time away from home, stealing and killing while hiding her riches away from the public eye, instead allowing the Vale to think her a regular girl with few special talents. Other
50,168	1,348	9	324	1,204	Guinevere stared at the deer, curious and amazed by how beautiful and precious it seemed. Hunting had never been her thing, but it seemed odd for her father to want it dead simply because it had eaten sunflowers from their garden. Guinevere didn't dwell in her thoughts very for an all too familiar voice soon called out to them. Varric. "And fair Guinevere, the radiant sun of my soul! After we rangle this slanderous sunflower scourge, there is a matter I must discuss with a lady of your acumen!" Varric said. Guinevere raised her eyebrow. Something to discuss with her? Perfect. She still hadn't been able to speak a particular chicken situation with him yet. I believe my sword is sharp enough too Smirking, she glared at Varric and crossed her arms. Words could never describe his personality, not even Guinevere, who's known him forever, could fully define him. "Good day Varric- and Laciel! I'm unused to seeing you outside of the forge- but don't mind us. I wouldn't want to stop you and Guinevere from playing, Varric. And please- do play around Dunstans coop." Gareth looked fixedly at his daughter and his gaze showed that he knew, "you know- the coop that you wrecked yesterday. Dunstan hasn't said a word but I'd prefer if you both went and helped him fix it." Guinevere winced at the mention of the chicken coop. She assumed he didn't know anything when he didn't speak of it at dinner. Quickly apologizing to her father, Guinevere promised to fix the chicken coop right away. Scowling at Varric, she followed him as they made their way back to Dunstan. "Worry not, my angel, for we shall handle your mishap together. I shall soothe the angry Dunstan and bring him such cheer through song that he will not even be mad about the damages. And when you fix the coop itself, why, I will supervise like none have ever supervised before!" Guinevere elbowed Varric in the stomach, hard, probably enough to send him on his knees. He deserved it alright. Varric paused, "And then we will discuss botany. For the flower of my heart seems to bloom for one of your beauty." Stepping a bit away from him, Guinevere continued walking. Varric's flirting was beginning to become old but some things still managed to creep her out. Romance was something that had Guinevere squealing in fear. Varric only meant to play and have fun, and she was well aware of that, but it was still flirting and she wasn't sure she'd ever get used to it. "Ah! I left my sword back at home. Why don't you get started fixing Dunstan's chicken coop while I go and fetch my sword? It'll only be a moment!" She said before sprinting back to the house, not even looking to see if Varric followed her or went to the chicken coop. Quickly muttering hello to her parents, Guinevere rushed into her bedroom, only to discover something she hadn't noticed before. Sitting on her pillow was a green bud that had yet to bloom. Guinevere let out a earsplitting shriek in fear. No. No. This wasn't happening. Her? No. All she could do was stare at the dream-killing flower as visions of going on adventures seemed to disappear.	Role/Class: The Mayor's Daughter Appearance: Name Guinevere Hart/18/Female Personality Guinevere craves for the feeling of adventure. Traveling across the world and defeating various evils is what fills her dreams at night. Staying in her home town forever frightens Guinevere and she would do anything to escape that future. While leaving her father will be the hardest thing in her life, she knows fulfilling her dream is what she needs to do. Hardworking and stubborn, Guinevere will never give up on sometimes she’s determine to do. Even if that something puts her danger, she’ll do whatever it takes. More often than not, Guinevere will worsen the situation but in the end, she’ll always set things right. Thanks to her long, hard hours of training, Guinevere has gained an incredible sense of patience. She can outwait anything or anyone. By being patient and calm, she tends to upset and startle multiple people though. Some of the townsman even play little games as to see how fast Guinevere can piss off the new resident. While Guinevere has a strong, feminine personality, she doesn’t have very many friends. By no means is she shy or frighten to speak to others for her bravery outshines none. Girls her age feel a little standoffish by her so Guinevere tends to stay back and hangs out with the guys. Guinevere has a terrible reputation for causing disasters. Wherever she goes, accidents seem to follow. She has a wild spirit that loves to have fun, even if that ‘fun’ means jumping on the roofs of the town. Countless people have scolded her for it, including her own father, but Guinevere just doesn’t seem to let up. When adventure calls, Guinevere must follow. Bio Born from generations of warriors, it was obvious Guinevere would have the same fighting spirit as her ancestors. From the moment she could walk, Guinevere was given a sword and learned the craft of swordsmanship. Unlike most girls in the town learning how to sew and take care of a household, she spent her time clashing swords with the boys. It wasn’t long before she gained a reputation for being a mighty warrior. There’s very few fighters who can keep up with Guinevere. Due to her passion for swords, Guinevere has an incredibly close bond with her father. They’ll often spend nights together, looking at the stars and discussing various adventurous stories they’ve both learned or even made up. Unfortunately, Guinevere spent so much time fighting, she was never able to establish a close relationship with her mother. While they both love each other, they just never connected the way a mother and daughter are supposed to. Countless admires have caught Guinevere’s eye, but she chooses to ignore anything to do with romance. The idea of falling in love seems terrifying to her. Any romance could lead to marriage, which would mean the destruction of her dream. So she runs from anyone who even dares winking at her. When it comes to battling monsters or villains, Guinevere is fearless and completely brave, but mention the word love and she’ll take off running for her life. Most of the men around the town are aware of her distaste for romance so they tend to back off. Of course that doesn’t stop them from talking about her when she isn’t around. Whenever she’s not holding a sword or eating like a complete glutton, Guinevere spends most of her free time snuggled up in a comfortable chair at the town’s library. She loves reading stories of other warriors and the struggles they’ve faced. Becoming one of the many heroes in legend fills her up with excitement. Weapon Guinevere carries around a single sword, a gift on her 16th birthday from her father. Shields are too heavy and boring for her, so she only uses them when absolutely necessary. Skills: Combat Queen: Guinevere is considered one of the best fighters in town. She can wield a sword like no other, with the exception of her father. She's not as strong as most men but uses her swift movement to outsmart and beat them. Bravery No one is braver than Guinevere, who is afraid of practically nothing (except marriage!). Leadership Like father, like daughter, Guinevere’s personality shines when things need done. She’s one of the few who steps up to the plate to establish a plan and determine the best solution. Athletic and Fit Sword fighting does the trick for putting you in shape. Guinevere will often spend time running around town to keep herself fit as well.
50,169	1,348	10	1,641	929	Varric 'oof'ed loudly when Guinevere elbowed him, and nearly fell to his knees from the pain. He got the slightly feeling she might have known about him tripping her. On another note, GODS COULD SHE HIT HARD. The last time he was in this much pain was when those bandits captured him. She said some bollocks about her sword(which he didn't properly listen to because OW), and went to get it. Varric nodded politely, "Ow. Also ow. But fine, I'll start on it first, oh beautiful Guinevere." He took a few steps in the direction of the coop, strumming on his life as he went. He sang a quite tune, and flower petals kicked up around him. Then, he stepped backward, a perfect copy of himself still walking forward and playing. Varric hummed under his breath now, focused, and became the wind. He moved as a song on the breeze, intangible. He planned on popping out and scaring her when she got in her room. Eventually, they reached her room, and as Varric became tangible again and was about to scream and scare her, she screamed aloud, scaring him. Varric saw why, and pulled out his own flower from his jacket. He looked at Guinevere. He spoke, for once, completely serious. "...I...feel like we should probably talk about this." Meanwhile, his clone kept on bumping against the wall of the broken chicken coop, confusing passersby, before exploding into a thousand flower petals.	Role/Class Bard's Son, the Leaf Singer Appearance Name Varric Dawnleaf/Age 18/Gender Trans Boy Personality: Varric is a bit of a mixed bag. He's certainly polite and treats people well, but, the thing is, he is a bit of an ass as well. If there's one thing he cares about, it's entertainment. And his mom, but more importantly, entertainment. He gets bored easily. So, he likes to stir some trouble on occasion. Maybe kick some valuable and watch as people go ballistic, just to return it later. Maybe punch a girl's but and make it seem like the guy next to him did it. He also tends to boast, about his deeds, and more than once has had to do some form of restitution. One thing in his favor is that, for all his false boasting and whatnot, Varric is ballsy. He doesn't seem to know what fear is. He once heard od dangerous bandits in the woods, and actively sought them out. After getting inevitably captured, he convinced them that he was the Mayor's daughter, and that if they sent word that they had him, then the Mayor would pay them. Since the mayor, and his actual daughter for that matter, we're kind of BADASS, this ended poorly for the bandits. Especially when bardmom got involved. As one may have noticed, Varric is a bit impulsive too. He tends to give exactly zero fucks about the consequences, until he has to face them. He sometimes does genuinely mean things, and only later realizes that, no, pinching that girl's butt and blaming someone else is NOT a harmless prank, but rather a very mean thing to do for both parties. He also loves to charm the ladies and gents. He can often be seen flirting with many dames and dudes, serenading and playing for them. That's the kind of guy he is. He is utterly shameless. There is another side to him, more sensitive. This only ever seems to come out when he is among nature, or making music. He loves to sing, and he loves to play the lute. He's good at it too, and knows it. Varric at his best is a charismatic leader with a rebellious streak and very interesting to have around. On a bad day, he is an unapologetic asshole who causes trouble and pisses people off. Bio Marion Dawnleaf lived a rather eventful life before she settled. Varric's mother, Marion, is actually quite the famous adventurer, and a lot of her stories are not so much legends as personal anecdotes. She has braved dark dungeons, slain a dragon, seduced a minor nature god, and, her proudest accomplishment, given birth to a beautiful boy. Mind you, she kept adventuring for a little while after "settling down" and getting the tavern. And like hell she would trust a babysitter with her child! Had to teach him the family business! Varric had a pretty awesome childhood, all told. Varric showed a talent for magic from an early age, and seemed to know it more intuitively than by learning. During his free time, he was quite the wildchild, going about in nature and causing trouble. The guard know him by name. Varric actually had quite the ideal life. His single mother raised him well enough, even if he is a bit of an ass. He has never wanted for anything, and was always provided for. Hell, even when he realized he was, well, a he, that was pretty simple. His mom didn't give a shit, and at that point everyone accepted Varric was a bit weird. Varric wants to do as his mom did, however, and start adventuring. She forbids it, due to the obvious danger involved, but he has found his own small scale adventures. The largest of which was him getting captured by bandits. He was lucky his mom had retained her adventuring skills, or else he could have died. Afterwards, she was livid with him. Varric was just finalizing his plans to skip town and find an adventuring group, when he found a flower in his bed... Weapon: Varric's Lute: Varric wields a modified wizard's..."staff". His mother had it specially crafted for him. The Lute enhances Varric's magic through him playing it, and is very durable. It also has a basic spell enchanted into it to allow Varric to turn sound into concussive force. It uses his own magical energy, and only disables a foe for a short time, a few seconds, but it is a very good way to get out of trouble. Skills: Charisma: Once you let Varric open his mouth, you have lost. Varric can talk his way out of anything, a trait he gets from his mother. Leafsong: Varric can use magic through music. His magic is more of a muscle than a skill, and the ways he's exercised it show. He is mostly good at ilusions and mobility, and as a combat mage he is nigh on useless. He can move around swiftly using the wind, and render himself almost invisible using a cloak of the wind. He can also cause leaves and petals to fly about himself for dramatic effect. Sneaky:Varric is one sneaky bastard, and is a master of hiding in plain sight. Despite his reputation, he still manages to be able to hide in a crowd. Nature Empath: Varric is a natural at traveling in nature. It's like nature itself tries to provide for him. Lockpicking: Varric took up this skill in order to be better at pranks. Other: Magic Vulnerability: As the very obvious son of a minor nature god and a powerful bard, Varric has inherited a sensitivity to magic. While obviously this endangers him to enemy casters, this does have some benefits, as he is also extra sensitive to positive magic. As a result, his mom is known as the only one who can catch him, as her magical skills can easily track and capture him.
50,170	1,348	11	2,239	464	The Mayors House At Guinevere's scream- the mayor went into full attack mode- really it was quite a sight. Like all small town mayors he went to a stand by his front door and picked up the family war axe- armed himself and ran off into the house without another word. His wife, Sebille, raised her eyebrows when she passed him in the hall- but made no move to stop the man. Outside- Farrest looked on toward the new arrival- Alixanna- and noted the worried look on her face. His mirrored hers- it was not every day that there was such a commotion in the Hart household. The ranger hoped everything was alright- although he was sure Gareth could handle it. "Good day Alixanna. Whatever it may be- Gareth will probably have it all under control. Was there something you needed from either of us?" He quickly went over in his head all of the orders that Atlas had lined up for him to deliver- he just couldn't remember if it was either yarrow root or ginger that they needed today. "How's your father?" He inquired just as he heard a crash upstairs. It was something glass-like. Sebille screamed- but it was a frustrated one rather than one of fear. Upstairs, in his worry and haste to get to his daughters room, Gareth had knocked over a vase. Lavendar and lilac burst out on the floor like a can of open paint- it was over this mess that he stepped to burst into his daughters room. The war cry would've been comical- had he not been brandishing a axe over his head- but it shook the door that he almost unhinged. Gareth had to almost squat to get into his daughters room- the doorway had not been remodeled for his size so he barely fit through it. This is what he saw- Guinevere's teary face as she peered at something in her hands and Varric standing before her- very serious like. Now when was that boy ever serious in his life? What the hells was Guin looking at- only one thing would make her cry like that and that was a WEDDING RING. "WHAT BY ALL THE GODS AND THEIR HELLS IS GOING ON HERE?!" Outside- at this new scream- Farrest flinched. Maybe "under control" wasn't the right choice of words. He looked on over at Aldric and half-mouthed that they should get on their way soon. They did have a doe to catch, after all. ~~~ Thieves Landing Ezra's head was down as he rolled up the sleeve of his right arm. An old scar clipped his forearm- the cut from one of Marideth's daggers was clean and not all that big- but she must have tipped her daggers with something because the skin that formed was pink and weak rather than his olive skin tone. It was this groove in the skin that he was massaging as he looked back up and saw her. Oh gods there she is, he thought, what should I do with my face?! Uhh uh... Smile! No thats lame. Scowl? No! She'll think I'm angry. Maybe I should- Gods damn she looks so angry.. Oh by the 12 thats such a turn on. He thought frantically as he approached her- his face taking on a different expression with each thought. At last he lost his cool and settled with a goofy smile, tilting his head as he came within a few feet of her, "Your mom and I just had another one of our little chats. I think I'm growin on her- said she'd invite me in for tea sometime- I swear, I'm not kidding." He said in greeting. Something was different about her boobs. He should know- he looked their way a lot. In fact- there was a little jingle to her step. Ezra knew nothing of Illya's nightly exploits- hells he always assumed that she was out meeting some lover or with friends. So what he said next was ironically innocent for him, "You sound like a dragons lair on wheels- did you rob one or something?" He asked with a chuckle. The man cleared his throat at her death glare- there was only so much of it he could take- "I'll bring you to bed, if you want." His eyes glinted with the suggestiveness of those words, but he willed his face to remain serious, "You look ready to drop."	Ezra Audigarde/21/male(bi) He stands at 5'10 and weighs 140 lbs, his build is lean, with broad shoulders. His hair is short brown that curls about his ears . His eyes are a sharp green, almost jade. Personality: Please mind yourself around him- once you get him started he will not stop talking. He's quite the flirt- some times unnervingly so. Ezra moves about as if the world is his for the taking- which never really sits well with others. He has this problem where, if he sees something he likes, he'll go out of his way to have it (people included- actually especially people). But past this annoying disposition he isn't that bad... Oh wait, no theres more actually. Something is most certainly off about Ezra. Yes, he's little talkative and pushy and maybe he has the habit of getting sidetracked in conversations- but its not only these things. Ezra's kinda... crazy. No, honestly, the guy is an adrenaline junkie. Never never dare him- because he will do it. It's like he was never born with the capacity to feel fear. He's prone to outbursts and can become explosively angry when triggered (note: mentioning his father). Although that's him at his worst. Most of the time he's smiling and joking away with complete strangers. He expresses complete interest when people talk about themselves- because he truly wants to know about those around him. The man is a daydreamer and- especially on rainy days- he can be found napping in some odd place. His default laidback (read: lazy) attitude gets him negative cred from the townsfolk. They see him as a troublemaker and often whisper about his mental instability behind their hands. He knows what they think of him but it doesn't bother him. The opinions of others don't put food on his table or clothe him- so its none of his concern. Bio: Born in the valley city of Pax- a city of wealth and squallor, known for its lavish way of life viewed by outsiders as grossly excessive. Ezra's mother was a prostitute and for the majority of his life he thought his father was just a lonely businessman. Growing up in the brothel wasn't as horrible as one might think. In fact, he holds only fond memories of that time in his life, of course save for a few incidents here and there- plus the occasional beating. The women there were all affectionate and protective toward him- honestly it was like having a house full of moms- which was alright by his oblivious younger self. 12 yearold boys in brothels start to attract the really disgusting types- and to protect her son from any harm his mother decided to send her boy to his father. Now, isn't that every whore's sons dream? To meet the father that they dreamt of at night and daydreamed of during their scoldings and beatings and when nasty customers came by. Ezra was a wreck when he walked all three miles on his own out of Pax's red district- into a neighborhood of botanical gardens and houses of dukes and lords. He didn't want to meet his father- the only outcome of this would to be sent away like a dog. He knew this because he wasn't the only child born in the brothel. He wasn't the first or last to be sent to their fathers house. His half sister opened the door. She was younger than him. Her name was Eithne. She knew exactly who he was because they shared the same green eyes. Their father fainted and Ezra knew at once that he would never come to love this man. He was barely in that house for a week before Ezra was packed off to Pax's local Academy. Here he was drilled to become a soldier for the capital. He lasted seven years before he "dropped out", which is code for his being framed for something he didn't do. Eithne visited him at the Academy during his stay there and she soon became the only friend he ever had. They read stories to one another and wrote to each other when they were apart. She was brilliant and she was kind- a complete contrast to Ezra's aggressive and unhinged personality. But she loved him- she loved him so readily that it burdened him sometimes. Like when he would fight in the yard with the other academymen grunts- he never went too far because her voice always rang through his head. Anyways when she learned of his being banished from the Academy she married some noble asshat named Ceril Balfont. The Balfont's extended a pardon to Ezra but he didn't want it because he knew what it really was. His sister had sacrificed her happiness just to give him a second chance at being something. He was sick with guilt. So sick that he (long story short) almost convinced Eithne to run off with him to Vale (he had contacts there and it was such a small, quiet town. They could rebuild their lives there) but it was much too late for her. In fact his father caught word and almost killed him for almost ruining Eithne's marriage to such a powerful figure head. Ezra resents how he was now the only one benefiting from their misery. He came to Vale only a year ago- since he'd spent his time hopping around from city to city in the Valley only to end up a bandits lackey for a few months in the Angar. He stumbled on Vale by accident and met up with his "contact" another Academy drop out. Weapon Pole staff. Its retractable and can easily be hidden in a pocket. Sturdy and simple- he won it in a game of cards. Dagger. Never leave your house without one strapped to your ankle. Skills -Moderate Combat Training. Thank you, Academy. -Street smarts. Thank you, Pax's red district. -Moderate survival. Thank you, those few months spent out in the Angar. -Good looks. Thanks mom. Other -Audigarde is a bastards name. - He lives in a small cabin with Gada, a woman he often mentions but no one really ever sees. Gada Malvodar/21/female(bi) She stands at 5'7 and weighs 115 lbs. Her appearance may seem frail but she is anything but. Gada's a red head that often keeps her hair up in braids, often tied back with jewlery. She has rune tattoos between her breasts, under her chin, behind her ears, and on her feet that provide her with magic energy for quick spell casting. Her eyes are an unnatural yellow. Personality: Bio: Weapon -A spire staff. It has a pointy end that she often threatens to shove up Ezra's ass. Skills -Summoning: Gada specializes in summoning magic. Its a dark art that requires sacrifices. -Apothecary: She knows her way around the - Other
50,171	1,348	12	324	1,204	Varric wasted no time at all in saying possibly the dumbest words he could possibly say. "Well, you muscular hunk of man you, it would appear your daughter and I are soulmates, as we both have received flowers of that grand old tale. I suppose that makes you my new daddy, eh?" Varric winked, "Now, sadly this means no grandchildren and your family line will die out, because, you know, vaginas, but on the other hand you can take pride in knowing your daughter has such a strapping and responsible young man to take care of her weak, frail female form." Clearly this was tongue-in-cheek. Varric doubted anyone other than her own father could beat Guinevere in a fight. Honestly, Guinevere was far more ready to be an adventurer than Varric. He was a powerful bard, yea, but his magic was all avoidance and mobility. His only offense was vines and bursts of wind. He knew theoretically he should be more in tune with all the elements, but since when did his emotional state and needs involve fire and frost and lightning? There was a reason his mom enchanted his lute so thoroughly. Varric was honestly joking around to relieve the tension he himself felt. If Guinevere was his soulmate, then...what did that mean for their friendship? For their plans to adventure? WHAT DID IT MEAN FOR HIS STRING OF LOVERS!? He had only had a short string so far. Nothing incredible like his mother had. A proper bard adventurer had to have an extensive list of trouser behemoths engorged and/or waistcaves dived into. His list was, like, a few attractve young travellers and maybe a local. Dammit, he was a stallion. He was too damn young to be monogamous!	Role/Class: The Mayor's Daughter Appearance: Name Guinevere Hart/18/Female Personality Guinevere craves for the feeling of adventure. Traveling across the world and defeating various evils is what fills her dreams at night. Staying in her home town forever frightens Guinevere and she would do anything to escape that future. While leaving her father will be the hardest thing in her life, she knows fulfilling her dream is what she needs to do. Hardworking and stubborn, Guinevere will never give up on sometimes she’s determine to do. Even if that something puts her danger, she’ll do whatever it takes. More often than not, Guinevere will worsen the situation but in the end, she’ll always set things right. Thanks to her long, hard hours of training, Guinevere has gained an incredible sense of patience. She can outwait anything or anyone. By being patient and calm, she tends to upset and startle multiple people though. Some of the townsman even play little games as to see how fast Guinevere can piss off the new resident. While Guinevere has a strong, feminine personality, she doesn’t have very many friends. By no means is she shy or frighten to speak to others for her bravery outshines none. Girls her age feel a little standoffish by her so Guinevere tends to stay back and hangs out with the guys. Guinevere has a terrible reputation for causing disasters. Wherever she goes, accidents seem to follow. She has a wild spirit that loves to have fun, even if that ‘fun’ means jumping on the roofs of the town. Countless people have scolded her for it, including her own father, but Guinevere just doesn’t seem to let up. When adventure calls, Guinevere must follow. Bio Born from generations of warriors, it was obvious Guinevere would have the same fighting spirit as her ancestors. From the moment she could walk, Guinevere was given a sword and learned the craft of swordsmanship. Unlike most girls in the town learning how to sew and take care of a household, she spent her time clashing swords with the boys. It wasn’t long before she gained a reputation for being a mighty warrior. There’s very few fighters who can keep up with Guinevere. Due to her passion for swords, Guinevere has an incredibly close bond with her father. They’ll often spend nights together, looking at the stars and discussing various adventurous stories they’ve both learned or even made up. Unfortunately, Guinevere spent so much time fighting, she was never able to establish a close relationship with her mother. While they both love each other, they just never connected the way a mother and daughter are supposed to. Countless admires have caught Guinevere’s eye, but she chooses to ignore anything to do with romance. The idea of falling in love seems terrifying to her. Any romance could lead to marriage, which would mean the destruction of her dream. So she runs from anyone who even dares winking at her. When it comes to battling monsters or villains, Guinevere is fearless and completely brave, but mention the word love and she’ll take off running for her life. Most of the men around the town are aware of her distaste for romance so they tend to back off. Of course that doesn’t stop them from talking about her when she isn’t around. Whenever she’s not holding a sword or eating like a complete glutton, Guinevere spends most of her free time snuggled up in a comfortable chair at the town’s library. She loves reading stories of other warriors and the struggles they’ve faced. Becoming one of the many heroes in legend fills her up with excitement. Weapon Guinevere carries around a single sword, a gift on her 16th birthday from her father. Shields are too heavy and boring for her, so she only uses them when absolutely necessary. Skills: Combat Queen: Guinevere is considered one of the best fighters in town. She can wield a sword like no other, with the exception of her father. She's not as strong as most men but uses her swift movement to outsmart and beat them. Bravery No one is braver than Guinevere, who is afraid of practically nothing (except marriage!). Leadership Like father, like daughter, Guinevere’s personality shines when things need done. She’s one of the few who steps up to the plate to establish a plan and determine the best solution. Athletic and Fit Sword fighting does the trick for putting you in shape. Guinevere will often spend time running around town to keep herself fit as well.
50,172	1,348	13	1,641	929	Da is as prickly as ever, Alixanna answered Farrest, wincing as a loud crash came from the mayor's house. It sounded like someone was being murdered in there. "I was just--," Alixanna stops mid sentence and swallows hard when she accidentally meets Aldric's eyes. The medic drops her gaze quickly, but it doesn't help much because then she's caught sight of his stomach, which she knows for a fact is so hard and well muscled that you could crack an egg on it. Not that she would crack eggs on it. Unless that's what people did in those sorts of situations. Then she would crack all of the eggs in the entire village on those abs. For science. Alixanna coughed. "I just wanted to see if you'd been able to collect any more yarrow," she tries again, flicking her green eyes back towards Farrest, whose abs did not have hypnotic powers. "But I see that now isn't a good ti--." "WHAT BY ALL THE GODS AND THEIR HELLS IS GOING ON HERE?!" "...I'm going to see if anyone needs medical attention," Alixanna says after that last bellow from Garreth. "Just swing by the clinic when you've got the yarrow. We could use some more sticklewort too, if you find any," she adds as an afterthought before saying her farewells to the three men and walking up to the mayor's house. Alixanna makes it to Guinevere's room just in time for the other girl to barrel past her, sword and armor clutched tight in her hands. The healer blinks at the other teen's retreating form, before turning back towards Gareth and Varric. "Everyone alright here?" she asks and that's when she sees the flower bud on the pillow.	Role/Class Bard's Son, the Leaf Singer Appearance Name Varric Dawnleaf/Age 18/Gender Trans Boy Personality: Varric is a bit of a mixed bag. He's certainly polite and treats people well, but, the thing is, he is a bit of an ass as well. If there's one thing he cares about, it's entertainment. And his mom, but more importantly, entertainment. He gets bored easily. So, he likes to stir some trouble on occasion. Maybe kick some valuable and watch as people go ballistic, just to return it later. Maybe punch a girl's but and make it seem like the guy next to him did it. He also tends to boast, about his deeds, and more than once has had to do some form of restitution. One thing in his favor is that, for all his false boasting and whatnot, Varric is ballsy. He doesn't seem to know what fear is. He once heard od dangerous bandits in the woods, and actively sought them out. After getting inevitably captured, he convinced them that he was the Mayor's daughter, and that if they sent word that they had him, then the Mayor would pay them. Since the mayor, and his actual daughter for that matter, we're kind of BADASS, this ended poorly for the bandits. Especially when bardmom got involved. As one may have noticed, Varric is a bit impulsive too. He tends to give exactly zero fucks about the consequences, until he has to face them. He sometimes does genuinely mean things, and only later realizes that, no, pinching that girl's butt and blaming someone else is NOT a harmless prank, but rather a very mean thing to do for both parties. He also loves to charm the ladies and gents. He can often be seen flirting with many dames and dudes, serenading and playing for them. That's the kind of guy he is. He is utterly shameless. There is another side to him, more sensitive. This only ever seems to come out when he is among nature, or making music. He loves to sing, and he loves to play the lute. He's good at it too, and knows it. Varric at his best is a charismatic leader with a rebellious streak and very interesting to have around. On a bad day, he is an unapologetic asshole who causes trouble and pisses people off. Bio Marion Dawnleaf lived a rather eventful life before she settled. Varric's mother, Marion, is actually quite the famous adventurer, and a lot of her stories are not so much legends as personal anecdotes. She has braved dark dungeons, slain a dragon, seduced a minor nature god, and, her proudest accomplishment, given birth to a beautiful boy. Mind you, she kept adventuring for a little while after "settling down" and getting the tavern. And like hell she would trust a babysitter with her child! Had to teach him the family business! Varric had a pretty awesome childhood, all told. Varric showed a talent for magic from an early age, and seemed to know it more intuitively than by learning. During his free time, he was quite the wildchild, going about in nature and causing trouble. The guard know him by name. Varric actually had quite the ideal life. His single mother raised him well enough, even if he is a bit of an ass. He has never wanted for anything, and was always provided for. Hell, even when he realized he was, well, a he, that was pretty simple. His mom didn't give a shit, and at that point everyone accepted Varric was a bit weird. Varric wants to do as his mom did, however, and start adventuring. She forbids it, due to the obvious danger involved, but he has found his own small scale adventures. The largest of which was him getting captured by bandits. He was lucky his mom had retained her adventuring skills, or else he could have died. Afterwards, she was livid with him. Varric was just finalizing his plans to skip town and find an adventuring group, when he found a flower in his bed... Weapon: Varric's Lute: Varric wields a modified wizard's..."staff". His mother had it specially crafted for him. The Lute enhances Varric's magic through him playing it, and is very durable. It also has a basic spell enchanted into it to allow Varric to turn sound into concussive force. It uses his own magical energy, and only disables a foe for a short time, a few seconds, but it is a very good way to get out of trouble. Skills: Charisma: Once you let Varric open his mouth, you have lost. Varric can talk his way out of anything, a trait he gets from his mother. Leafsong: Varric can use magic through music. His magic is more of a muscle than a skill, and the ways he's exercised it show. He is mostly good at ilusions and mobility, and as a combat mage he is nigh on useless. He can move around swiftly using the wind, and render himself almost invisible using a cloak of the wind. He can also cause leaves and petals to fly about himself for dramatic effect. Sneaky:Varric is one sneaky bastard, and is a master of hiding in plain sight. Despite his reputation, he still manages to be able to hide in a crowd. Nature Empath: Varric is a natural at traveling in nature. It's like nature itself tries to provide for him. Lockpicking: Varric took up this skill in order to be better at pranks. Other: Magic Vulnerability: As the very obvious son of a minor nature god and a powerful bard, Varric has inherited a sensitivity to magic. While obviously this endangers him to enemy casters, this does have some benefits, as he is also extra sensitive to positive magic. As a result, his mom is known as the only one who can catch him, as her magical skills can easily track and capture him.
50,173	1,348	14	2,091	3,332	-Laciel Lenssed : Mayors House- The amount of people that were piling up around the general vicinity was making Laciel ever so anxious to speak at the moment to anyone at the moment. He felt the pressure weighing down on his chest, pondering on if he made the incorrect choice or not as it was difficult to procure an answer between both inconsistencies. The only problem was he hadn't opened his mouth yet to reveal the source of said plan. Maybe it was a terrible idea coming here as the ranger turned a sharp eye to the young man as he ever so uncomfortably looked down. He really couldn't exactly socialize with him properly since he wasn't one of the few people he ever spoke to or made a lasing impression on. As he "studied" his feet, a sudden jolt of surprise filled him as the mayor spoke up, interrupting the ranger, giving more attention to Laciel. Well sort of. It was more or less addressing how he was rarely seen outside the forge which in most part people frequently traversed there, so it was a mere sight to see the boy at work from what he interpreted. Laciel became slightly confused over how he spoke for a moment, his eyebrow shooting up for a couple of seconds before resting it's laurels down upon his face. He also took notice of one bewildering event which shook to stun him momentarily. Guinevere caused detruction to a chicken coop the other day which took him back a bit as he didn't expect her to be a klutz. He stared at the ground, slightly confused to how the graceful Guinevere fell prey to a chicken coop. It honestly should of hit him in a couple of milliseconds, but with all this talk was making him feel awkward in a sense to the point where he didn't speak up... and became a bit startled when a high pitched voice caused him to flinch. The voice of the mayors wife eminated from their household as she appeared just as curious as Laciel to what was transpiring with Guinevere... before the cobalt deer bolted out of the garden, almost taking off the rangers head if he didn't duck on time. "Well crivens, all of us are rather on edge with one of natures beings in our town and then we decided to talk about... Varric must of had something to do with it as he is always pranking people... just like mom when she always 'loses' a hammer, seriously, those cost money too you know! Anyways, speaking of which he probably has magic from my concurrent knowledge that we could use in our endeavors to capture and release the beast into the wild... that or we could borrow some of the mayors sunflowers, hopefully he wouldn't be too displeased with that if it comes to this." With his thoughts, he was right on the money as he saw how they played coy, acting as if she was the cause of such trouble. It was blantly obvious to the eye that Varric was the reason for such fixation on Dunstans coop. Either way the duo finally decided to head out to the chicken coop, Laciel keeping his focus on the bunch until they were finally gone from his sight, removing some of the tension he was feeling inside of him. It was made a tidbit worse as the rangers son decided to show up and return some of the tension he was feeling. There was no way he could be at all comfortable around these people despite knowing who they were. The boys gaze turned to the son of Aldric as he approached, taking the words out of his mouth to an extent about what type of creature that was. He felt mod like a burden since they could easily snag it with a couple of sunflowers since it was a rather bright yellow. The boy gulped in a breath of air as he spoke to the two. "A-as y-you both already know, th-that is a C-cobalt d-deer, or d-doe as F-Farrest says. W-we could u-use some n-nature magic from V-Varric to assist us, o-or we c-could ask the m-mayor 'bout u-using some of h-his sunflowers." The timid boy could hardly speak up, let alone hold a properly conversation with a cunning but simple design which the creature couldn't resist. He wanted to continue releasing his practical idea into the realm, but the words fled from his mind. It was as if fate was taunting him for lack of such a thing as he frowned slightly, his eyes filled with a bit of distress. It wasn't long before a familiar voice called out to the ranger. Alixanna appeared at a rather precarious moment which made him even more panicky. He turned his focus to the girl, showing his own weakness around to each of them with his nervous outlook as they began gathering about the mayors garden. Laciel was much more afraid of whatever concoctions she had plan to use on him this time, or why he kept exactly agreeing to be a human test subject. Either way, he feared what might be roaming through that head of hers with whatever items she had, losing sight of the main mission ahead of them. And then he heard an ear piercing shriek. The place where it came from was blantly obvious as he turned his head to the mayors house, his eyes widening in surprise as Alixianna questioned if that was Guinevere shrieking. To answer her question, he for once could at least speak normally around others for that brief period time, making the thieves daughter not an exception for the moment. "... Yes, yes it was, no doubt about it." As they all stared at the house, dumbfounded by what could be going on, Laciel could only ponder on the possibilities of what might be transpiring for the time being. Either way, a scream from a girl he admired in combat screaming gave leeway to the rise of trouble. In a moment he saw the mayor procure an heirloom and traversed into the house. Yeah, he could only wander whether it was hell splitting open for a moment or someone proclaimed their love for the lovely warrior which slightly made him jealous. Either way, Guinevere would still most likely be terrified at both prospects transpiring. Laciel returned his eyes to the duo, still nervous as always be for hearing a shout come from the top floor which sounded masculine. Looks like the mayor wasn't calm and collected at the moment which would mos likely lead to a rash decision. He could only wonder how bad this day could get. First a deer dining on the flowers as if it was a buffet, a possible new concoction made by the daughter of the doctor, and now screaming from two parties. The boy could only wonder how much worse this day could get as he shook his head in sheer befuddlement as he ruffled his spiky hair. "Erm, uhm, ah, a-anyways, th-the p-plan. W-we n-need a h-huge pile o-of y-yellow sunflowers. I-it s-snacks on the b-bait, we c-capture it, al-alright? D-does that s-sound l-like a good p-plan?" And then another screech arose from the house as the clanging of metal could be heard. Either way, she was thoroughly distressed by something and most likely went with her best and most decent defense, which counted as well as an offense to those who attempted to penetrate her thoughts with ramblings of what she feared most. He couldn't help but wonder if this was the best time to try and have an actual conversation with her since he knew where her destination most likely was. Since someone must of touched a nerve, Varric most likely, he had to discern the best way to go about this all, before finally realising the best solution out of all these thoughts and reasons. Now all he needed to do was to execute it. "Erm, maybe i-it's best t-to take Va-Varric with y-you on th-this hunt a-as he could p-possibly b-build off m-my plan. W-we need flowers and tr-trickery, so wh-why not acquire h-his help f-for now as I'm ah, uhm, a l-little busy... A-anyways, I hope th-the hunt g-goes well, and a-apologies for n-not being a-able to a-assist in s-such an e-endeavor! S-see you g-guys a-around!" Before any of them could protest, he flew fhe scene, a bit red and embarrassed from all that. By the gods was that excruciatingly terrifying for him. How was he ever going to spread and gathering knowledge if he couldn't even form a proper sentence with and stumbling through it or jumbling a word up. Laciel probably made himself look like an idiot as he wracked his head over this whole ordeal. "Bah, damnit, just, ugh... Why can't I be normal around anyone except her?" That question could be answered later as there were more pressing matters to attend to. He followed the sound of clanking the best he could but was sidetracked by myriads of thoughts that bombarded his head, such as the story about a boy who made a sword from a heavenly rock - a meteor sword or something? Either way, he continued the journey through the town be for finally finding a familiar figure hacking away at a target dummy. Only he could hope that he didn't mess this up, or Varric suddenly popping up out of no where and causing an unpleasant surprise, followed by an intimidating conversation. "... Uhm, h-hey, Guinevere, th-thought I m-might find -you here... wh-what m-might b-be troubling you th-this time?" ((Stealing peoples thunder, yeah :p))	Name: Laciel Lenssed Age: 18 Height: 6"1' Personality: A rather quiet and rather to himself sort of boy is not much one for words, or really anything revolving around talking since he is rather nervous about spouting the wrong thing along with having a bit of social anxiety. He isn't too headstrong and is rather thoughtful than rushing into the fray, despite having his mothers blood in him. He takes after his father in this sense by staying vigilant and alert to any danger coming near. However, back on the topic of talking to others. Due to being confined to the forge a lot, he doesn't exactly have people skills. Laciel has watched others speak to try and better himself, however it is unknown how soon he will improve. Even with these drawbacks, ever since he was of a young age, Laciel held an innate curiosity of the world about him. He would always search for a way to study, even if it meant his mother scolding him for doing something reckless. If he becomes curious, it may overlap with his thoughtful side when weighing the odds. Usually his decisions are right most of the time, but sometimes they are less than desired results... such as the time he almost got killed by a bear. Thankfully his mother is a lot more fearsome than the bear and promptly caused it to flee, however being "fierce" is something he is lacking in with his supposedly decrepit appearance. The boy has an immense dislike for being tied down to one path and prefers to choose his own way. Since his mother is often fearful of whatever dangers he might have to face, she is overprotective of him which gets old pretty quickly. He feels the need to speak out against her and how his mother is one step in front of him to make his troubles fleeting... Even with her other activities, she managed to keep a keen eye on him and is rather frustrated about being hounded on consistently. He finds it rather difficult to tell her off since it's difficult to locate a mean bone in his body. Even the best doctors around couldn't even find one if they tried... Even with these limitations, he does have a breaking point and one can only hope it isn't broken. Bio: "Laciel is a lot like his father I'll tell ya! Scholarly, curious... and a wee bit stubborn to boot." - Leslie Lenssed Hailing from a long line of scholars and blacksmiths, Laciel was born into a trade that would possibly consume his life and revolve around him consistently... if he wasn't so adverse to not being coaxed into the path of the forge. Ever since he was of a ripe age, he was always working beside his mother at the forge and at night would listen to his fathers encounters when traveling with her prior to them settling down in Vale eventually. Such tales fraught with excitement and mysteries attracted him, but most of all the delight of new knowledge that he could become enlighten with. The dream felt so far away to him, but he was determined to make it a reality and gain the wisdom of those before him. His life outside the house was less than spectacular than the stories spoke of by his father as he spent most of his time around the forge and less around the children. He grew close to his mother as he observed her conjure up weapons with her vitality. Over time he began to properly forge weapons for others, easily taking over his mothers spot when she went off hunting with father or in bed with a hangover after drinking myriads of men Laciel couldn't count (father included) under the table. It was annoying at first, but eventually he became accustomed to her less than stellar and boisterous habits. When he is allowed off from the forge for working a tinge bit too hard, either Laciel pursues knowledge in his free time from the library, his assortment of books, or his father himself. His father expresses a lot of joy for taking interests in his path, but feels the need for leaving cryptic messages for Laciel to figure out. Once he figures out his fathers riddles he becomes ecstatic at his sons ability to properly comprehend his meanings whether it be physical in a sense or metaphorical. After figured out, he would spend a long time with his son, lecturing him and teaching him new things he had never known about before. These times allowed to bond with his father which he rarely had time for since he was usually out reliving his mystical tales through providing for the family. The other times he doesn't get the chance, he is seen by others hanging out in the library studying his days away while others train and enjoy their days in the sunlight. He was often teased by others for being so engrossed in books and was never seen training. Despite these stinging words, he took private lessons from his mother who demonstrated her skills which dazzled him. He often would test his mettle against his mother and other challengers, either failing or succeeding with his prior knowledge gained through his spars with Leslie. This only continued to fuel the desire for paving his own path. One day, his father left without leaving a trace or warning with the exception of a simple letter created with a cryptic message which befuddled his mother. The two were bothered by two completely different reasons, his mother who became worried over his fathers disappearance due to the dangers which most likely were in wait. Laciel became worried over the measures she would go to when becoming very overprotective for another, coming to the conclusion of what sacrifices she would make to safeguard what she dearly loves. This lead to his mother keep a closer grip and keener eye on son after the event which began to slightly suffocate him with the ever impending presence. He rarely could stray too far, but he wanted to travel to bring his father back due to a paltry rumor that caused a ruckus over his family... although he did also find it slightly interesting since it offered something he knew and loved all too well. Other than that, he often attempted to make talk with the other children after watching them make contact with one another. He hadn't really socialize with people other than the exceptional few he would come upon. However, when the event arose to gain a new friend, he ran off to "get to work at the forge." Laciel found himself being consistently beat up mentally through this as he became annoyed at his inability to form a long lasting friendship with another. At the age of eighteen, his sword-skills and smithery have made his mother and him known as the dynamic duo of forging in the village as they continued to make weapons with infallible craftsmanship, with the exception of a few times due to a few mistakes, some of which from his mother, Leslie. From what he could tell, she was still bothered by his fathers leave, even after the two years that flew by before his very eyes. It was seemingly becoming worse as she began to fret a bit more, little by little. It was difficult to notice to the naked eye but she could easily hide her sorrows from others, with the exception of Laciel who began to constantly worry over her well-being since the stress was possibly getting to her in both ways. Along with her becoming perturbed, his social skills were still lacking horribly as he struggled to develop them over the years. That was the only thing that ever continued to dull over the years, until of course he was greeted by an enigmatic letter signed by his father lying on his bed. This one made even less sense than before and made him wrack his brains over more than before to understand it. Laciel did ponder upon the letter, but he hasn't found an answer, yet for the most part... A mithril longsword specially crafted by Laciel himself at a tender age which was considered almost a bit difficult to wield at his age and had assistance from his mother when making it. It's rather large and difficult for most people to properly wield, however thanks to the inherited strength, he seems to possess the vital strength to use the weapon. It has an engraving above the guard of it with two L's side by side. Skills: Mimic: With a thirst for procuring wisdom, he has the ability to properly mimic others fighting styles to put them at a roadblock. Even with a simple longsword, he can almost properly copy another. If he managed to wield the same weapon, then they could be in loads of trouble. Counter: Once he properly learns of a person and their fighting style he can turn the tables and swiftly use their own strategy against them, or come up with a new one to easily fall them. Endurance and Fortitude: Training with others and mainly his mother has left more than a fair amount of bruises and cuts. However, such endeavors that he has endured have caused him to toughen up and become formidable in combat which can cause major surprised to others who don't expect him to be able to properly jump into the fray. Laciel also has his mothers unrivaled strength which was nurtured over spars and losses into the budding blacksmith he is today. Watchful Eye: Laciel has spent a lot of time sneaking away from the stray eyes of Leslie, allowing him to get a taste of nature. Not only can he analyze the area around him, but he can keep up with any inconsistencies in his line of sight as if it was childs play. However, keeping an eye on his environment isn't the only thing he can extort to his advantage. Scholarly Mind: Laciel spends as much time in the books as he does in the forge. He keeps a whole library in the room containing him and will often become sleep deprived to procure knowledge. His love for knowledge allows him to gain information quicker and dispense them to others that he feels that could put this knowledge to use. An example is his knowledge of the forge and his power to easily create wonders. Even so, he won't hesitate to use such a thing to his advantage for his own reasons.
50,174	1,348	15	2,239	464	The ranger couldn't help but grin at word of old Atlas Ashgrave. Back when he was Aldrics age- he had been an apprentice of his. Yes, Farrest had planned on becoming a doctor himself, but fate had other plans. In short he owed much of his knowledge for medicinal herbs to the doctor- running errands such as these was the least he could do. "Yarrow root and sticklewort-" he echoed, "I'll send them by with Aldric once this doe mess has been settled." At which Alixanna then excused herself into the house- leaving Farrest, Aldric, and Laciel. The frail boy spoke of his plan and the ranger listened. Farrest squinted against a stray beam of light that peered over the roof of the mayors house. The morning was getting along now- he wondered how far into town the doe was at this point. He nodded politely as he listened to Laciel's stuttering reply- and he made no motion to stop the lad as he ran off. Poor child- so jumpy and afraid. He wondered if losing his father had made Laciel seemingly worsen socially like this. The ranger felt pity for the boy and disappointed in his father. How could a man leave his family like that? He brushed these upsetting thoughts aside and headed on over to the garden, beginning to pick up the half eaten sunflowers. The ranger wondered what the doe saw in these sticky and tough plants that was so appetizing. Whatever it was- he was sure it would work. Baiting the animal was perfect for gaining its trust. If the plan worked- he planned on stopping by the forge later on that day to personally thank the boy- and offer him something in return for the advice. Farrest turned toward Aldric, "Son- do you know Laciel? I don't think I've ever seen you two hang out." He stepped out of the garden and tucked the flowers under an arm as he searched his vest for something, "He seems like a nice boy- I think you would both benefit from getting to know one another." Back upstairs the Mayor was much too in shock at the sight of the flower bud to reply in time. Already Guinevere had run off before he could stop her- and how her worries would stop if he did! Varric, in perhaps his own little way of expressing shock, had sputtered something about extinction and vaginas before running off after her. The mayor guffawed. He laughed so hard that he stumbled back into the room and had to sit down on Guin's bed. The frame creaked and bent into an unnatural "u" shape under his weight- but he didn't care. He leaned the axe against her bed frame and looked up just in time to see a concerned Alixanna. The mayor smiled up at the girl- "Oh Alixanna- sorry if we all scared you." He said, "but Guin is honestly just overreacting. The flower bud hasn't even bloomed! No one is getting married to anyone. Thats not even the whole point of the flower." He fell into explanations- where the girl cared to hear it or not- hells it was a way for him to calm himself down about it. "Yes- the Ascythenia blooms between two kin souls. Soulmates. And, yes, people often pursue relationships after this. And, okay, a few of those people have gone off an married." He rambled, "but soulmate doesn't mean romantic partner or life partner. A soulmate is someone who is much like you. Someone you can connect with on a much deeper level than the physical." Gareth shrugged, "What I'm trying to say is- my daughter doesn't have to marry whoever has the same color plant that she has. She can most certainly love them. By all means she can cherish them. Its still her choice in the end- despite what the flower says." He stood then and smiled down at Alixanna, "I hope this old man has helped clear up your confusion at least- I hope not everyone thinks of the Ascythenia as an arranged marriage ordeal. Honestly- more often than not- it blooms between close friends." The mayor was tempted to run off after his daughter and tell her all this- but she was older now. He knows that he cannot chase after her for the rest of her life when something scares her. She's a Hart, he rationalizes, we Harts always find our footing in a battle. "Excuse me- she hates it when I go into her room unannounced." He says as he steps out of the room and into the hallway with Alixanna, making sure to close the door behind him. "Shit did I do that?" Says Gareth as he looks down at the glass and flowers strewn about the floor. He siiiighs before smiling apologetically at Ali, "Head on out now- everyone seems to be fine to me. When you see your father again- tell him I say hello and that I plan on visiting him soon. Just to talk."	Ezra Audigarde/21/male(bi) He stands at 5'10 and weighs 140 lbs, his build is lean, with broad shoulders. His hair is short brown that curls about his ears . His eyes are a sharp green, almost jade. Personality: Please mind yourself around him- once you get him started he will not stop talking. He's quite the flirt- some times unnervingly so. Ezra moves about as if the world is his for the taking- which never really sits well with others. He has this problem where, if he sees something he likes, he'll go out of his way to have it (people included- actually especially people). But past this annoying disposition he isn't that bad... Oh wait, no theres more actually. Something is most certainly off about Ezra. Yes, he's little talkative and pushy and maybe he has the habit of getting sidetracked in conversations- but its not only these things. Ezra's kinda... crazy. No, honestly, the guy is an adrenaline junkie. Never never dare him- because he will do it. It's like he was never born with the capacity to feel fear. He's prone to outbursts and can become explosively angry when triggered (note: mentioning his father). Although that's him at his worst. Most of the time he's smiling and joking away with complete strangers. He expresses complete interest when people talk about themselves- because he truly wants to know about those around him. The man is a daydreamer and- especially on rainy days- he can be found napping in some odd place. His default laidback (read: lazy) attitude gets him negative cred from the townsfolk. They see him as a troublemaker and often whisper about his mental instability behind their hands. He knows what they think of him but it doesn't bother him. The opinions of others don't put food on his table or clothe him- so its none of his concern. Bio: Born in the valley city of Pax- a city of wealth and squallor, known for its lavish way of life viewed by outsiders as grossly excessive. Ezra's mother was a prostitute and for the majority of his life he thought his father was just a lonely businessman. Growing up in the brothel wasn't as horrible as one might think. In fact, he holds only fond memories of that time in his life, of course save for a few incidents here and there- plus the occasional beating. The women there were all affectionate and protective toward him- honestly it was like having a house full of moms- which was alright by his oblivious younger self. 12 yearold boys in brothels start to attract the really disgusting types- and to protect her son from any harm his mother decided to send her boy to his father. Now, isn't that every whore's sons dream? To meet the father that they dreamt of at night and daydreamed of during their scoldings and beatings and when nasty customers came by. Ezra was a wreck when he walked all three miles on his own out of Pax's red district- into a neighborhood of botanical gardens and houses of dukes and lords. He didn't want to meet his father- the only outcome of this would to be sent away like a dog. He knew this because he wasn't the only child born in the brothel. He wasn't the first or last to be sent to their fathers house. His half sister opened the door. She was younger than him. Her name was Eithne. She knew exactly who he was because they shared the same green eyes. Their father fainted and Ezra knew at once that he would never come to love this man. He was barely in that house for a week before Ezra was packed off to Pax's local Academy. Here he was drilled to become a soldier for the capital. He lasted seven years before he "dropped out", which is code for his being framed for something he didn't do. Eithne visited him at the Academy during his stay there and she soon became the only friend he ever had. They read stories to one another and wrote to each other when they were apart. She was brilliant and she was kind- a complete contrast to Ezra's aggressive and unhinged personality. But she loved him- she loved him so readily that it burdened him sometimes. Like when he would fight in the yard with the other academymen grunts- he never went too far because her voice always rang through his head. Anyways when she learned of his being banished from the Academy she married some noble asshat named Ceril Balfont. The Balfont's extended a pardon to Ezra but he didn't want it because he knew what it really was. His sister had sacrificed her happiness just to give him a second chance at being something. He was sick with guilt. So sick that he (long story short) almost convinced Eithne to run off with him to Vale (he had contacts there and it was such a small, quiet town. They could rebuild their lives there) but it was much too late for her. In fact his father caught word and almost killed him for almost ruining Eithne's marriage to such a powerful figure head. Ezra resents how he was now the only one benefiting from their misery. He came to Vale only a year ago- since he'd spent his time hopping around from city to city in the Valley only to end up a bandits lackey for a few months in the Angar. He stumbled on Vale by accident and met up with his "contact" another Academy drop out. Weapon Pole staff. Its retractable and can easily be hidden in a pocket. Sturdy and simple- he won it in a game of cards. Dagger. Never leave your house without one strapped to your ankle. Skills -Moderate Combat Training. Thank you, Academy. -Street smarts. Thank you, Pax's red district. -Moderate survival. Thank you, those few months spent out in the Angar. -Good looks. Thanks mom. Other -Audigarde is a bastards name. - He lives in a small cabin with Gada, a woman he often mentions but no one really ever sees. Gada Malvodar/21/female(bi) She stands at 5'7 and weighs 115 lbs. Her appearance may seem frail but she is anything but. Gada's a red head that often keeps her hair up in braids, often tied back with jewlery. She has rune tattoos between her breasts, under her chin, behind her ears, and on her feet that provide her with magic energy for quick spell casting. Her eyes are an unnatural yellow. Personality: Bio: Weapon -A spire staff. It has a pointy end that she often threatens to shove up Ezra's ass. Skills -Summoning: Gada specializes in summoning magic. Its a dark art that requires sacrifices. -Apothecary: She knows her way around the - Other
50,175	1,348	16	1,387	500	Aldric stood there silently as Varric, the bard's son approached the gathering. Aldric didn't really care for Varric at all. Far to irresponsible, not to mention his so called 'harmless' pranks always made someone's day hell. Whether it was the blacksmith and her hammers, abusing his nature magic to trip somebody, heck he even heard about him ruining people's property. Stuff like that just made Aldric angry, why would someone do stuff like that? Why would someone think that ruining someone's day or setting back their livelihood is ok because it's in the name of 'fun'. The only redeeming trait the bard seemed to have was his affinity for nature magic, and even then he still corrupts that by using it for selfish things. Not to mention his constant flirting just leaves Aldric uncomfortable. He sighed as the young bard disappeared into the house. At least he doesn't have to deal with him on a daily basis, just his messes. About then Alixanna walked up, reminding his father of the delivery of yarrow root and sticklewort that hey owed to the Doctor. Aldric liked Alixanna, she was responsible, took her work seriously, and very knowledgeable when it came to her trade. All traits he found admirable. One time there was a couple of older kids bullying the baker's son for not giving them some bread. They were the bad kind of kids who didn't want to work for anything. So they decided to 'ask' the baker's son for food. It turned south when he refused them, taking a few hits before Aldric stepped in. Needless to say they weren't too happy about that. Anyone watching would call what came after a fight but it was more like a beat down. Aldric could've fought them and he knew he would've won but that just wasn't the way he was. So he took quite the beating before the boys were satisfied. Luckily the baker's son got away. Anyway, after that Aldric sought help at the clinic, luckily the Doctor was out and Alixanna helped him hide the worst of his bruises. A loud scream broke Aldric out of his reminiscing. A scream he could only assume to be Guinevere, to which the Mayor went charging into the house, axe in hand. Aldric was actually more concerned then he thought he'd be, in fact he had to fight the strong urge to run into the house himself. After a few loud noises, screams and a very loud shout by the mayor Aldric caught his father mouth to him that they'd better be going soon, the young man couldn't agree more, this kind of drama didn't really suit him. Alixanna was saying something else to his father when she met Aldric's eyes, for whatever reason the young doctor instantly shut up. She awkwardly excused herself, slipping into the house after the mayor. By that point Laciel finally managed to spit out his plan. Aldric detested the thought of getting Varric's help, but if that's what his father decided he wouldn't object. Both ideas were good, the sunflower bait was so simple Aldric cursed himself for not thinking it up himself. Another scream pierced the air followed by the clanging of metal. Aldric watched Guinevere run out of the house, sword and armor in hand and resisted the overbearing urge to run after her. He had a responsibility, he told himself. A job to do in the form of catching the cobalt deer. Maybe he'd go and find her after they had accomplished that task. Still that did not stop Laciel who stuttered some kind of excuse as he ran away, clearly following the Mayor's daughter. After that Varric left the house but before Aldric or Farrest could get to him he simply disappeared. At that point his father began gathering sunflowers, well at least that means the two wouldn't have to hunt down Varric, that'd just be an exercise in frustration. "Son- do you know Laciel? I don't think I've ever seen you two hang out. He seems like a nice boy- I think you would both benefit from getting to know one another." His father meant well, Aldric knew that. But the last thing he needed was them discussing his personal life. Still, he WAS his father and he deserved an actual response and not the evasive dismissal he was tempted to give. "No, not very well. The boy can't say two words to me without running for the hills. I respect his thirst for knowledge, and his immense work ethic. He probably finds me intimidating, I'll give it some thought, Father." The two of them set off after the cobalt deer, going south since that's the way they saw it go last. As they were walking past the baker's shop the topic of the strange bud popped into Aldric's mind again, for some reason he associated the object with a sense of urgency. "Father, there's some sort of bud growing in my room, it's on the end of a thin curling vine and it's placed right in the middle of my window as if deliberately placed so I could not miss it. It's vexing because I couldn't identi-" Aldric was cut off by the sound of the Mayor shouting down the street. "I think we found it Father...."	Name: Aldric Eleros Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Aldric is a sort of lone wolf, something he gets from his father, he prefers the solitude that hunting provides instead of any sort of camaraderie with others. He is a very responsible young man, taking his perceived duty of guarding the Vale very seriously, serious enough that he trains every single day. Aldric is a perfectionist in every thing he does, as such, he is very critical of himself and his actions, particularly how his actions, or rather his mistakes affect the village or those few people he cares about. His general disposition is stoic, keeping to himself and observing. Social situations tend to see him standing to the side watching, however if you corner him for conversation you'll find he's a very well spoken man. Most of the young men in the village resent Aldric for being so hardworking and useful while they prefer to flirt with girls or horse around. Aldric himself never took much pleasure in the horsing around bit, not unless that involved training for combat or hunting exercises. As for the flirting bit, there's something about saying crude things or acting vulgar towards really any human that just doesn't sit well with the young man. Bio: Ever since Aldric was a young boy he showed great independence. In fact amongst all the kids his age he was the first to start walking, however he was the last to start talking. If only his parents knew how much that would tell about his personality as an adult. From the age of 7 Aldric accompanied his father, Farrest on his trips to gather herbs, learning to identify most plants on sight. As he grew older and older he went with his father on more trips, he killed his first deer at age 10 on one such trip. However never was he allowed to go with his father to hunt the wild boar or the stray wolves who got to close to the village. Aldric has a good relationship with his mother Marianne, while they don't share as much as he and his father they're still family, a fact that Aldric takes very seriously. That and his father treats his mother like a queen, a trait that Aldric has adopted from childhood and has always been the obedient son. As he's grown older, Aldric has assumed more and more of his father's mantle, hunting for the poor of the village, gathering herbs for the Doctor, and recently he's been trusted to hunt feral beasts and ward off the bandits in the region. Weapon: A longbow Aldric carved himself a few years ago. Well made and stout it's seen many hunts and has remained reliable. He has a custom made sword, it's a hand and half longsword with the likeness of a wolf on it's pommel. Skills: Aldric is a very capable outdoors-man, tracking, gathering, and of course hunting, come as naturally to him as breathing. An equally capable archer, Hunter's skills with a bow rival his father's. Hunter practices with his sword as often as possible making him a formidable combatant.
50,176	1,348	17	2,239	464	South End of town Farrest nodded as they headed in the direction that the doe had bounded off in. He was glad that Aldric realized that Laciels interest in the outside world was a respectable one. The ranger sometimes wondered if his sons love for Vale was akin more to a wolf and his territory than a boy and his home. As a father- his worries revolved around Aldrics growing up and out of the village- perhaps if he read of the wonders of the outside world, he would then set his sites higher than staying in Vale. And it was then that Aldric had asked about a flower. Marianne was meticulous in keeping the wilds out of their home. She had been a city girl before moving out to Vale- and adjusting to the life he lead wasn't exactly easy for her. She readily accepted many aspects of his life- but she refused to have them bring the Angar into her Haven. And so much of Marianne's life consisted of cutting, uprooting, and clipping the encroaching forest that often threatened to overtake the walls of their cabin. So, to hear of such a breach in their defenses surprised him. No flower that he knew of could grow so fast. However, before he could even think on it further, he heard it. The doe, screaming in Gareths voice on the road up ahead. Concerns about the flower fell away and the ranger tossed Aldric a sunflower, "We'll talk about it later. Arm yourself with this- and be mindful not to spook her. Try not to hurt her, either." He reminded him- although it was unnecessary. No one knew better than a ranger how sacred the lives of the forest creatures were to them. Even when they killed- it was only for a purpose or if the creature threatened their lives. Never for sport. Never for play. Such acts were looked down upon and even condemnable. The doe had its head poked into one of the bakerys windows- much to the dismay of the bakers son- who was trying to fend it off of the baguettes. The boy was 12- blonde bowlcut hair growing over his eyes- and he was screeching at the top of his lungs, "Da! Da! It ate the Mayor and now its trying to eat me!" Farrest motioned with his hands to Aldric, ordering him to circle around behind the doe while he went in through the bakery. His plan was to simply distract it while Aldric, gods willing, could hopefully get a hold of the doe. He tossed his son the lassoe before entering the bakery. The ranger crouched just as the doe and the baker boy caught sight of him. She recognized him- by the way that her ears flicked forward. Her chewing intensified as he spoke, "Hey girl. How you doin? You want bread- or this?" And he waved the sunflower at her. It reflected in her eyes. The bakers son was confused and uncomfortable, while keeping an eye on Farrest he yelled for his father again, "Da! Ranger Farrest is here and he's talking to this thing I'm scared!" Farrest smiled patiently at the boy, "Hush now- she's scared as it is. We're trying to get her out of here." "Hush now." It bleated at him in the Mayor's voice. Horrified, the bakers son looked as if he might burst into tears. (last post, going to wait for the others until my next one)	Ezra Audigarde/21/male(bi) He stands at 5'10 and weighs 140 lbs, his build is lean, with broad shoulders. His hair is short brown that curls about his ears . His eyes are a sharp green, almost jade. Personality: Please mind yourself around him- once you get him started he will not stop talking. He's quite the flirt- some times unnervingly so. Ezra moves about as if the world is his for the taking- which never really sits well with others. He has this problem where, if he sees something he likes, he'll go out of his way to have it (people included- actually especially people). But past this annoying disposition he isn't that bad... Oh wait, no theres more actually. Something is most certainly off about Ezra. Yes, he's little talkative and pushy and maybe he has the habit of getting sidetracked in conversations- but its not only these things. Ezra's kinda... crazy. No, honestly, the guy is an adrenaline junkie. Never never dare him- because he will do it. It's like he was never born with the capacity to feel fear. He's prone to outbursts and can become explosively angry when triggered (note: mentioning his father). Although that's him at his worst. Most of the time he's smiling and joking away with complete strangers. He expresses complete interest when people talk about themselves- because he truly wants to know about those around him. The man is a daydreamer and- especially on rainy days- he can be found napping in some odd place. His default laidback (read: lazy) attitude gets him negative cred from the townsfolk. They see him as a troublemaker and often whisper about his mental instability behind their hands. He knows what they think of him but it doesn't bother him. The opinions of others don't put food on his table or clothe him- so its none of his concern. Bio: Born in the valley city of Pax- a city of wealth and squallor, known for its lavish way of life viewed by outsiders as grossly excessive. Ezra's mother was a prostitute and for the majority of his life he thought his father was just a lonely businessman. Growing up in the brothel wasn't as horrible as one might think. In fact, he holds only fond memories of that time in his life, of course save for a few incidents here and there- plus the occasional beating. The women there were all affectionate and protective toward him- honestly it was like having a house full of moms- which was alright by his oblivious younger self. 12 yearold boys in brothels start to attract the really disgusting types- and to protect her son from any harm his mother decided to send her boy to his father. Now, isn't that every whore's sons dream? To meet the father that they dreamt of at night and daydreamed of during their scoldings and beatings and when nasty customers came by. Ezra was a wreck when he walked all three miles on his own out of Pax's red district- into a neighborhood of botanical gardens and houses of dukes and lords. He didn't want to meet his father- the only outcome of this would to be sent away like a dog. He knew this because he wasn't the only child born in the brothel. He wasn't the first or last to be sent to their fathers house. His half sister opened the door. She was younger than him. Her name was Eithne. She knew exactly who he was because they shared the same green eyes. Their father fainted and Ezra knew at once that he would never come to love this man. He was barely in that house for a week before Ezra was packed off to Pax's local Academy. Here he was drilled to become a soldier for the capital. He lasted seven years before he "dropped out", which is code for his being framed for something he didn't do. Eithne visited him at the Academy during his stay there and she soon became the only friend he ever had. They read stories to one another and wrote to each other when they were apart. She was brilliant and she was kind- a complete contrast to Ezra's aggressive and unhinged personality. But she loved him- she loved him so readily that it burdened him sometimes. Like when he would fight in the yard with the other academymen grunts- he never went too far because her voice always rang through his head. Anyways when she learned of his being banished from the Academy she married some noble asshat named Ceril Balfont. The Balfont's extended a pardon to Ezra but he didn't want it because he knew what it really was. His sister had sacrificed her happiness just to give him a second chance at being something. He was sick with guilt. So sick that he (long story short) almost convinced Eithne to run off with him to Vale (he had contacts there and it was such a small, quiet town. They could rebuild their lives there) but it was much too late for her. In fact his father caught word and almost killed him for almost ruining Eithne's marriage to such a powerful figure head. Ezra resents how he was now the only one benefiting from their misery. He came to Vale only a year ago- since he'd spent his time hopping around from city to city in the Valley only to end up a bandits lackey for a few months in the Angar. He stumbled on Vale by accident and met up with his "contact" another Academy drop out. Weapon Pole staff. Its retractable and can easily be hidden in a pocket. Sturdy and simple- he won it in a game of cards. Dagger. Never leave your house without one strapped to your ankle. Skills -Moderate Combat Training. Thank you, Academy. -Street smarts. Thank you, Pax's red district. -Moderate survival. Thank you, those few months spent out in the Angar. -Good looks. Thanks mom. Other -Audigarde is a bastards name. - He lives in a small cabin with Gada, a woman he often mentions but no one really ever sees. Gada Malvodar/21/female(bi) She stands at 5'7 and weighs 115 lbs. Her appearance may seem frail but she is anything but. Gada's a red head that often keeps her hair up in braids, often tied back with jewlery. She has rune tattoos between her breasts, under her chin, behind her ears, and on her feet that provide her with magic energy for quick spell casting. Her eyes are an unnatural yellow. Personality: Bio: Weapon -A spire staff. It has a pointy end that she often threatens to shove up Ezra's ass. Skills -Summoning: Gada specializes in summoning magic. Its a dark art that requires sacrifices. -Apothecary: She knows her way around the - Other
50,177	1,348	18	1,641	929	…but soulmate doesn't mean romantic partner or life partner. A soulmate is someone who is much like you. Someone you can connect with on a much deeper level than the physical. “Try telling my mum that,” Alixanna mumbled under her breath. She thought about her own flower, hidden under the pail by her door. She thought about how her mum was absolutely going to lose her gods damn mind when she found it. Alixanna did not think about who had the flower that matched her own. She’d cross that bridge some other time. “…When you see your father again- tell him I say hello and that I plan on visiting him soon. Just to talk,” Gareth said, smiling sheepishly at the mess he’d made. “Yes sir,” the small brunette answered back, flashing him an affectionate smile and giving him a playful punch to the shoulder. She kind of doubted he could feel it through all of his muscle. “Thanks for the flower talk. If I see Guinevere, I’ll pass it along.” She gives him a quick hug before walking through the front door and starting back for the clinic. Alixanna is almost home when she sees a flash of light out of the corner of her eye. She glances over towards the training grounds and low and behold, there is Guinevere in all of her glory, hacking away violently at the straw practice dummies. Alixanna’s breathe catches. The other teen is covered in a thin sheen of sweat and the sunlight is shining off of her curls and armor, giving her an ethereal sort of glow. She looks like an angel. A sweaty, pissed off battle angel. Alixanna coughs. The young healer practically sprints the rest of the way to the clinic. She doesn’t know if her ovaries can handle seeing much more of Guinevere or Aldric today. They might explode. “I’m back!” Alixanna calls as she comes through the front door. Atlas is sitting at his work table, grinding some concoction with his mortar and pestle. “Anything I can help you with, da?”	Role/Class Bard's Son, the Leaf Singer Appearance Name Varric Dawnleaf/Age 18/Gender Trans Boy Personality: Varric is a bit of a mixed bag. He's certainly polite and treats people well, but, the thing is, he is a bit of an ass as well. If there's one thing he cares about, it's entertainment. And his mom, but more importantly, entertainment. He gets bored easily. So, he likes to stir some trouble on occasion. Maybe kick some valuable and watch as people go ballistic, just to return it later. Maybe punch a girl's but and make it seem like the guy next to him did it. He also tends to boast, about his deeds, and more than once has had to do some form of restitution. One thing in his favor is that, for all his false boasting and whatnot, Varric is ballsy. He doesn't seem to know what fear is. He once heard od dangerous bandits in the woods, and actively sought them out. After getting inevitably captured, he convinced them that he was the Mayor's daughter, and that if they sent word that they had him, then the Mayor would pay them. Since the mayor, and his actual daughter for that matter, we're kind of BADASS, this ended poorly for the bandits. Especially when bardmom got involved. As one may have noticed, Varric is a bit impulsive too. He tends to give exactly zero fucks about the consequences, until he has to face them. He sometimes does genuinely mean things, and only later realizes that, no, pinching that girl's butt and blaming someone else is NOT a harmless prank, but rather a very mean thing to do for both parties. He also loves to charm the ladies and gents. He can often be seen flirting with many dames and dudes, serenading and playing for them. That's the kind of guy he is. He is utterly shameless. There is another side to him, more sensitive. This only ever seems to come out when he is among nature, or making music. He loves to sing, and he loves to play the lute. He's good at it too, and knows it. Varric at his best is a charismatic leader with a rebellious streak and very interesting to have around. On a bad day, he is an unapologetic asshole who causes trouble and pisses people off. Bio Marion Dawnleaf lived a rather eventful life before she settled. Varric's mother, Marion, is actually quite the famous adventurer, and a lot of her stories are not so much legends as personal anecdotes. She has braved dark dungeons, slain a dragon, seduced a minor nature god, and, her proudest accomplishment, given birth to a beautiful boy. Mind you, she kept adventuring for a little while after "settling down" and getting the tavern. And like hell she would trust a babysitter with her child! Had to teach him the family business! Varric had a pretty awesome childhood, all told. Varric showed a talent for magic from an early age, and seemed to know it more intuitively than by learning. During his free time, he was quite the wildchild, going about in nature and causing trouble. The guard know him by name. Varric actually had quite the ideal life. His single mother raised him well enough, even if he is a bit of an ass. He has never wanted for anything, and was always provided for. Hell, even when he realized he was, well, a he, that was pretty simple. His mom didn't give a shit, and at that point everyone accepted Varric was a bit weird. Varric wants to do as his mom did, however, and start adventuring. She forbids it, due to the obvious danger involved, but he has found his own small scale adventures. The largest of which was him getting captured by bandits. He was lucky his mom had retained her adventuring skills, or else he could have died. Afterwards, she was livid with him. Varric was just finalizing his plans to skip town and find an adventuring group, when he found a flower in his bed... Weapon: Varric's Lute: Varric wields a modified wizard's..."staff". His mother had it specially crafted for him. The Lute enhances Varric's magic through him playing it, and is very durable. It also has a basic spell enchanted into it to allow Varric to turn sound into concussive force. It uses his own magical energy, and only disables a foe for a short time, a few seconds, but it is a very good way to get out of trouble. Skills: Charisma: Once you let Varric open his mouth, you have lost. Varric can talk his way out of anything, a trait he gets from his mother. Leafsong: Varric can use magic through music. His magic is more of a muscle than a skill, and the ways he's exercised it show. He is mostly good at ilusions and mobility, and as a combat mage he is nigh on useless. He can move around swiftly using the wind, and render himself almost invisible using a cloak of the wind. He can also cause leaves and petals to fly about himself for dramatic effect. Sneaky:Varric is one sneaky bastard, and is a master of hiding in plain sight. Despite his reputation, he still manages to be able to hide in a crowd. Nature Empath: Varric is a natural at traveling in nature. It's like nature itself tries to provide for him. Lockpicking: Varric took up this skill in order to be better at pranks. Other: Magic Vulnerability: As the very obvious son of a minor nature god and a powerful bard, Varric has inherited a sensitivity to magic. While obviously this endangers him to enemy casters, this does have some benefits, as he is also extra sensitive to positive magic. As a result, his mom is known as the only one who can catch him, as her magical skills can easily track and capture him.
50,178	1,348	19	324	1,204	Guinevere continued attacking the dummy, hitting it over and over again. Thoughts of the flower, of this soulmate nonsense, of Varric all faded from her troubled mind. So focused on sparring with the inanimate object, she hadn't even noticed someone sneaking up behind her. Startled, Guinevere swung her sword out to the person's neck, only to realize it was Laciel. "... Uhm, h-hey, Guinevere, th-thought I m-might find -you here... wh-what m-might b-be troubling you th-this time?" He muttered. "Laciel! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was you," Guinevere rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment and lowered her sword. Laciel already had a difficult time speaking with others, the least he needed was a sword pointed in his face. Before she could reply to his concern, Varric walked up to them. "Ah, Laciel, you sexy hunk of man," Varric said calmly, "Fancy meeting you here. It IS good to see you! But, hey, I've got things to talk to Gwen about, if you don't mind. Now, tata, amd do please tell your mom to stop misplacing those hammers. I worry about that woman." Guinevere raised her eyebrow, why was he suddenly throwing mean comments at Laciel? Varric walked past the blacksmith and walked up to her, almost seeming like he meant to ignore Laciel on purpose. She would have to question him later. "So, regardless of this flower business, you're my best friend. And no matter what, I want to go on adventures with you and do cool shit. And I want you to know that if destiny doesn't go the way we want, then, well, literally fuck destiny. Fuck it sideways. You're my friend. That's the important thing," Varric said, surprising Guinevere completely. She'd honestly expected Varric to never let this go. Taking a step toward him, Guinevere felt tears well up in her eyes. It was ridiculous that she had overreacted to this whole situation. A flower couldn't change their relationship, nothing could. Overwhelmed with relief, Guinevere didn't something she'd never done before and hugged Varic, only for a second before pulling away of course.	Role/Class: The Mayor's Daughter Appearance: Name Guinevere Hart/18/Female Personality Guinevere craves for the feeling of adventure. Traveling across the world and defeating various evils is what fills her dreams at night. Staying in her home town forever frightens Guinevere and she would do anything to escape that future. While leaving her father will be the hardest thing in her life, she knows fulfilling her dream is what she needs to do. Hardworking and stubborn, Guinevere will never give up on sometimes she’s determine to do. Even if that something puts her danger, she’ll do whatever it takes. More often than not, Guinevere will worsen the situation but in the end, she’ll always set things right. Thanks to her long, hard hours of training, Guinevere has gained an incredible sense of patience. She can outwait anything or anyone. By being patient and calm, she tends to upset and startle multiple people though. Some of the townsman even play little games as to see how fast Guinevere can piss off the new resident. While Guinevere has a strong, feminine personality, she doesn’t have very many friends. By no means is she shy or frighten to speak to others for her bravery outshines none. Girls her age feel a little standoffish by her so Guinevere tends to stay back and hangs out with the guys. Guinevere has a terrible reputation for causing disasters. Wherever she goes, accidents seem to follow. She has a wild spirit that loves to have fun, even if that ‘fun’ means jumping on the roofs of the town. Countless people have scolded her for it, including her own father, but Guinevere just doesn’t seem to let up. When adventure calls, Guinevere must follow. Bio Born from generations of warriors, it was obvious Guinevere would have the same fighting spirit as her ancestors. From the moment she could walk, Guinevere was given a sword and learned the craft of swordsmanship. Unlike most girls in the town learning how to sew and take care of a household, she spent her time clashing swords with the boys. It wasn’t long before she gained a reputation for being a mighty warrior. There’s very few fighters who can keep up with Guinevere. Due to her passion for swords, Guinevere has an incredibly close bond with her father. They’ll often spend nights together, looking at the stars and discussing various adventurous stories they’ve both learned or even made up. Unfortunately, Guinevere spent so much time fighting, she was never able to establish a close relationship with her mother. While they both love each other, they just never connected the way a mother and daughter are supposed to. Countless admires have caught Guinevere’s eye, but she chooses to ignore anything to do with romance. The idea of falling in love seems terrifying to her. Any romance could lead to marriage, which would mean the destruction of her dream. So she runs from anyone who even dares winking at her. When it comes to battling monsters or villains, Guinevere is fearless and completely brave, but mention the word love and she’ll take off running for her life. Most of the men around the town are aware of her distaste for romance so they tend to back off. Of course that doesn’t stop them from talking about her when she isn’t around. Whenever she’s not holding a sword or eating like a complete glutton, Guinevere spends most of her free time snuggled up in a comfortable chair at the town’s library. She loves reading stories of other warriors and the struggles they’ve faced. Becoming one of the many heroes in legend fills her up with excitement. Weapon Guinevere carries around a single sword, a gift on her 16th birthday from her father. Shields are too heavy and boring for her, so she only uses them when absolutely necessary. Skills: Combat Queen: Guinevere is considered one of the best fighters in town. She can wield a sword like no other, with the exception of her father. She's not as strong as most men but uses her swift movement to outsmart and beat them. Bravery No one is braver than Guinevere, who is afraid of practically nothing (except marriage!). Leadership Like father, like daughter, Guinevere’s personality shines when things need done. She’s one of the few who steps up to the plate to establish a plan and determine the best solution. Athletic and Fit Sword fighting does the trick for putting you in shape. Guinevere will often spend time running around town to keep herself fit as well.
50,179	1,348	20	2,622	3,554	The young woman had seen the male though he’d turned and saw her before she could make a run for it, his face cycling through a string of expressions – all of which she hated, though that might be just because she hated his face and the way he looked at her. Sometimes she really felt the need to pull his eyes out of their sockets, especially when they dropped like they did them to her breasts that which were held in her armour though still partly shown after she’d finished the little job she’d had to do that night in town. She narrowed her eyes at him as she commented on the light jingling that he shouldn’t have been able to hear though the pouch was slightly fuller than it normally was at this time of day since she’d had extra time. “She doesn’t drink tea.” Was the young assassins only response to what he’d said and as he tried to fix his expression again she saw a ridiculous and irksome grin spread across his face and she toyed with the dagger in her hands some more before looking back up at his again, the edge of the weapon glinting menacingly, free of blood or stains because she kept the blade well maintained even if it was a mithril dagger forged by a dwarf. ”If I wanted you in my bed you wouldn’t be trying still; stop asking or I’ll cut your tongue out.” Illya smiled as she spoke to Ezra, sweet and innocent looking through it was very clear that she was capable and willing to follow through with her threat right there outside of her house.	Illya Vance Thief’s Daughter – Rogue Assassin Below average height at five foot, two inches and weighing in at just under 7 stones, Illya is a thin girl with a good amount of muscle on her. Small feet and still shapely with a womanly figure. Healthy, with eyes the colour of storm clouds. Age Nine and Ten years Gender Female – Heterosexual Weapon(s) Mithril Dagger -Stolen by her mother and given to her when she turned ten-and-two. It is of dwarven make as mithril can only be mined or worked by the dwarves- Steel Sword -A hand-and-a-half sword she found buried in her mothers’ things- Recurve Bow -Built for hunting, this bow is one who has seen more human deaths than those of animals- Skills Assassinate -If she can get close enough without being spotted, and manage a successful attack, Illya may instantly kill her target with a fatal blow- Become Shadows -With her ability to blend in she may become invisible to the untrained eye, melding with the shadows around her. This combined with her Assassinate ability, make her the perfect stealth attacker- Shadow Step -A passive skill, Illya makes no sound when she walks unless she thinks about it. This also applies to the rest of her body. She makes no noise when she moves, allowing her to sneak up on almost anyone- Sleight of Hand -With practiced ease, the thief may slip a hand inside another pocket, through their bag or make something seemingly vanish into thin air- Acrobatics -After years of practice, she had developed the ease to climb high on next to nothing, to jump and enhances her flexibility to near contortionist levels- Personality Illya has never been one to talk to others, nor share her secrets with them, instead allowing herself to become the distant image by the wall that few would ever really remember. Unemotional and detached, she is cold as ice when it comes to dealing with her target or victims, though when she needs to she can put on the perfect mask and act her way with a flawless facsimile of real emotion. She’s apathetic and rhythmic, with little deviation from how she does things. On the other hand, she is prone to sudden fits of unpredictability or rage, leaving her to do things out of her usual patterns. This has landed her in trouble before, though the person there with the anger is buried deep within her. Biography Illya was raised away from town, taught most by her mother and learning the rest on her own adventures in and around town. The people there were well aware of what her mother was, though if she stole from them they never noticed or could never prove that it was really her and from that reputation people began to believe that the daughter would be much like Marideth was. From a young age Illya was subject to the scorn and distrust of the people in town, hated even by some and the villagers children didn’t treat her any better having learned from their parents that she wasn’t someone to talk to or trust. She became secluded, locking away her own emotions when the bullies came to harass her and over time she became a being of nothingness with little to drive her onward. By the time she was seven she could easily be described as an emotionless thing rather than a human child. Worse even, she was raised without a father, so only her mother – young and having given birth when she was merely sixteen – was left to raise her. She started watching, observing and soon she began to learn all she could and started stealing from the villagers without them even noticing it; her hands became quick and her face began to show a smile again, though little of it was real. She was satisfied with stealing from the village, up until she’d left home for several months once and gone on to a large city where she came face to face with a master assassin. In the time she was gone, the village had thought her moved away and gone for good, but she was learning even more, but this time it was how to be the perfect assassin. The first mark she killed was a young noble man, wanted dead for the affair he was having with a powerful man’s wife and earned herself a pretty pouch of gold before returning home to her mother and the village that shunned her. People questioned why she left in the first place, though she never gave much than a need to see the big city to their faces but Merideth new the first time she saw the pouch of gold on her daughter. The woman had never had much teaching ability to begin with, and few maternal instincts but she was against Illya learning her trade, instead allowing her to buy what she needed regardless of her daughters protests. Why should I act like something I’m not? Why not prove them right and make them regret passing such early judgement? She’d really left because she needed space and someone to really learn from, a Master to show her which way to go to reach her fullest potential. She’d found him too and came back to show her mother exactly what she had been keeping her from. Merideth had to admit, she was a little bit impressed. She’s nineteen now and spend often months at a time away from home, stealing and killing while hiding her riches away from the public eye, instead allowing the Vale to think her a regular girl with few special talents. Other
50,180	1,348	21	2,239	464	The Clinic "Oh darling but he's a nice boy." Defended his wife as she stood by the teakettle on their stove, facing her husband as he sat down for his breakfast. "I don't know Elora- I heard something about 15 teats and I'm not sure if that boy is even human." Replied the Doctor. His wife giggled, hiding her smile with a hand, she hadn't expected him to have been listening. "Oh don't be that way- I'm sure she'll like him once they meet." She said, hugging her sides as she watched him eat a plate of eggs and ginger- a weird combination that the doctor insisted that he loved. "Gah- you know how I feel about this matchmaking hobby of yours." Finishing his food, he set his utensils on the plate. "Hobby? Our daughters future is a hobby?" Her anger flared. It shown bright behind her eyes. "Our daughters future doesn't revolve around her marriage, Elora." He said, leaning back in his chair at the table. And so the old argument began. "I only want to secure something stable for Alixanna to hold on to!" "She has the clinic!" "This little matchbox? No!" "That "little matchbox" has saved dozens of lives- Elora our daughter has a gift- one that will only be wasted if she marries some uppity noble." "We were once a pair of uppity nobles ourselves, Atlas. Until we came to this backwater town..." She crossed her arms and frowned, staring out the window. "I just," she continued, "I just want our daughter to know where she came from. I want her to see that we come from a finer substance." Atlas Ashgrave stood, pushing away from the table with a sigh. He picked up his plate and walked over to his wife, only to bypass her and begin washing his plate in the sink. "I understand that, Elora. But marrying her off isn't the way... They will take her off to court, I'm sure of it, and not allow her to continue her medicinal studies. That is what I fear." His wife remained quiet at this point- she knew she couldn't argue with her husband on the point of continuing their daughters education. It was of utmost importance to Atlas that she do so. Instead she simply smiled and squeezed her husbands forearm ,re stepping out of the room. Atlas knew that this wouldn't be the last he heard of it- and that he'd have to make it up to Elora in some way. He knew his quick, biting tone often wore her out. The doctor began to brainstorm ways to make her smile as he made his way down the stairs into the main room of the clinic. There he rummaged through the shelves- absentmindedly picking up jars and pouches of preserved ingredients. It was on his to do list to make some salves. They were to be picked up sooner or later by an errand boy, Marcel. His mind was all caught up on Elora, her dreams for their daughter, and Alixanna herself. He knew that she did not care for anyone arranging anything for her- much less a life partner. But... Perhaps his daughter did want to know their noble family? A marriage to a noble would mean returning to Gardenia. "Bah!" He spat, grinding the herbs into a paste with his anger, "Like I'll allow my daughter to return to such an environment- the same one I struggled for years to escape from." He grumbled before setting the mortar aside, just as the front door opened and in entered his Ali-girl. The fathers foul mood dissipated and he smiled at her approach- a rare expression to grace the old mans face. At her offer to help him he nodded, "Morning- how is my Ali-girl?" He stood- slowly, lest he annoy is knee, and turned to inspect the shelves of ingredients again as he answered her, "We have a house call today. A child is sick with fever. I would go myself- but I feel like it is enough for you to handle. You can go once I've prepared your satchel with the necessaries." He noticed that their yarrow jar was empty- he turned toward his daughter, "Seems like we're out of yarrow- remind me to tell Farrest to fetch us some." He began to pack the satchel with the necessary treatments for the appointment. Salves for cooling. Bitter roots for chewing. Thieves Landing Ezra placed a hand over his heart at her threats, he groaned as if it pained him to hear such biting words, "The fair ladies tongue lashes out- sharper than any dagger yet coated with sugar- no doubt a poison to corrode my heart." He said dramatically, clearly seeing the hate behind her eyes but refusing to acknowledge it. The man smiled and dropped his hand, "How was my Varric impression?" He asked with a chuckle, only to feel like his stay would be a short-lived one. Honestly he was surprised he lasted this long without a punch to the face or gut. "Too tired for a row, I see- understandable. I wouldn't want to end up hurting you." He said with a snort, puffing up his chest absentmindedly as he said so- a pretentious alpha male. Something in the way her fingers tensed- as if ready to do him harm- unnerved him to the point where he bowed. "I must take my leave. Sleep well and dream of me." He purred, not daring to touch her as he passed and made his way down the road. Ezra Audigarde's ears and cheeks burned red- he seriously had a problem when it came to angry women. "I think I'm infatuated with her infuriation.." He said to no one in particular. ~~~ A handful of minutes later Ezra stumbled into town. He really had no plans for the day- although getting something to eat began to rank higher and higher as the minutes passed. The pocket of hunger in his stomach was begin to grow voraciously. Maybe he'd stop by the bakery. The chapel served gruel- although that shit was nasty- he wasn't quite that desperately hungry yet. It was these thoughts that he was jolted from when he turned a street corner and he saw them. They were hugging- the whole situation seemed rather intimate. So Ezra did something peculiar- he hid. He did not know why- but he felt that, if he were seen, it would make him feel like an intruder. And so he hid behind a fence- a rickety old thing that barely covered him- and watched them from between the posts. Guinevere was a hot mess. Her hair was all wild and her face was red- no doubt from beating the shit out of the sparring dummy. And embracing her was Varric- who looked uncharacteristically serious. When they pulled apart Ezra found himself searching Varrics face for something- but he did not know what. "What are you doing..." Recognising the voice Ezra spun and looked up, his eyes meeting the soft brown ones of a village child. "Mykiel-" "Why are you being creepy again?" Asked the boy, trying to peak over his shoulder at Guinevere and Varric. Embarrassed, Ezra waved him away from the view, "Shhh- hush now they'll see us." "Buy me a chocolate later or I'll scream." "Mykiel I have no coi-" "EWW EZRA WHAT AR-" "SHHHH- fine fine I'll by you chocolate fine!" "Two chocolates." "Listen here you little tyrant-" Mykiel drew in his breath to scream again- but Ezra covered his mouth, "Two chocolates for the boy! Now go-" And he prodded the boy away. Mykiel skipped along, grinning madly.	Ezra Audigarde/21/male(bi) He stands at 5'10 and weighs 140 lbs, his build is lean, with broad shoulders. His hair is short brown that curls about his ears . His eyes are a sharp green, almost jade. Personality: Please mind yourself around him- once you get him started he will not stop talking. He's quite the flirt- some times unnervingly so. Ezra moves about as if the world is his for the taking- which never really sits well with others. He has this problem where, if he sees something he likes, he'll go out of his way to have it (people included- actually especially people). But past this annoying disposition he isn't that bad... Oh wait, no theres more actually. Something is most certainly off about Ezra. Yes, he's little talkative and pushy and maybe he has the habit of getting sidetracked in conversations- but its not only these things. Ezra's kinda... crazy. No, honestly, the guy is an adrenaline junkie. Never never dare him- because he will do it. It's like he was never born with the capacity to feel fear. He's prone to outbursts and can become explosively angry when triggered (note: mentioning his father). Although that's him at his worst. Most of the time he's smiling and joking away with complete strangers. He expresses complete interest when people talk about themselves- because he truly wants to know about those around him. The man is a daydreamer and- especially on rainy days- he can be found napping in some odd place. His default laidback (read: lazy) attitude gets him negative cred from the townsfolk. They see him as a troublemaker and often whisper about his mental instability behind their hands. He knows what they think of him but it doesn't bother him. The opinions of others don't put food on his table or clothe him- so its none of his concern. Bio: Born in the valley city of Pax- a city of wealth and squallor, known for its lavish way of life viewed by outsiders as grossly excessive. Ezra's mother was a prostitute and for the majority of his life he thought his father was just a lonely businessman. Growing up in the brothel wasn't as horrible as one might think. In fact, he holds only fond memories of that time in his life, of course save for a few incidents here and there- plus the occasional beating. The women there were all affectionate and protective toward him- honestly it was like having a house full of moms- which was alright by his oblivious younger self. 12 yearold boys in brothels start to attract the really disgusting types- and to protect her son from any harm his mother decided to send her boy to his father. Now, isn't that every whore's sons dream? To meet the father that they dreamt of at night and daydreamed of during their scoldings and beatings and when nasty customers came by. Ezra was a wreck when he walked all three miles on his own out of Pax's red district- into a neighborhood of botanical gardens and houses of dukes and lords. He didn't want to meet his father- the only outcome of this would to be sent away like a dog. He knew this because he wasn't the only child born in the brothel. He wasn't the first or last to be sent to their fathers house. His half sister opened the door. She was younger than him. Her name was Eithne. She knew exactly who he was because they shared the same green eyes. Their father fainted and Ezra knew at once that he would never come to love this man. He was barely in that house for a week before Ezra was packed off to Pax's local Academy. Here he was drilled to become a soldier for the capital. He lasted seven years before he "dropped out", which is code for his being framed for something he didn't do. Eithne visited him at the Academy during his stay there and she soon became the only friend he ever had. They read stories to one another and wrote to each other when they were apart. She was brilliant and she was kind- a complete contrast to Ezra's aggressive and unhinged personality. But she loved him- she loved him so readily that it burdened him sometimes. Like when he would fight in the yard with the other academymen grunts- he never went too far because her voice always rang through his head. Anyways when she learned of his being banished from the Academy she married some noble asshat named Ceril Balfont. The Balfont's extended a pardon to Ezra but he didn't want it because he knew what it really was. His sister had sacrificed her happiness just to give him a second chance at being something. He was sick with guilt. So sick that he (long story short) almost convinced Eithne to run off with him to Vale (he had contacts there and it was such a small, quiet town. They could rebuild their lives there) but it was much too late for her. In fact his father caught word and almost killed him for almost ruining Eithne's marriage to such a powerful figure head. Ezra resents how he was now the only one benefiting from their misery. He came to Vale only a year ago- since he'd spent his time hopping around from city to city in the Valley only to end up a bandits lackey for a few months in the Angar. He stumbled on Vale by accident and met up with his "contact" another Academy drop out. Weapon Pole staff. Its retractable and can easily be hidden in a pocket. Sturdy and simple- he won it in a game of cards. Dagger. Never leave your house without one strapped to your ankle. Skills -Moderate Combat Training. Thank you, Academy. -Street smarts. Thank you, Pax's red district. -Moderate survival. Thank you, those few months spent out in the Angar. -Good looks. Thanks mom. Other -Audigarde is a bastards name. - He lives in a small cabin with Gada, a woman he often mentions but no one really ever sees. Gada Malvodar/21/female(bi) She stands at 5'7 and weighs 115 lbs. Her appearance may seem frail but she is anything but. Gada's a red head that often keeps her hair up in braids, often tied back with jewlery. She has rune tattoos between her breasts, under her chin, behind her ears, and on her feet that provide her with magic energy for quick spell casting. Her eyes are an unnatural yellow. Personality: Bio: Weapon -A spire staff. It has a pointy end that she often threatens to shove up Ezra's ass. Skills -Summoning: Gada specializes in summoning magic. Its a dark art that requires sacrifices. -Apothecary: She knows her way around the - Other
50,181	1,348	22	1,387	500	Aldric crept up behind the doe, lasso in hand as his father entered the bakery. He could hear the baker's son screaming inside. Now, usually the best place to get a lasso was around the beast's neck, unfortunately this best had it's head shoved into a window. So in this instance Aldric would have to get creative. He got close enough the the doe that he could easily just grab it, however even if he did keeping that grip would be nearly impossible. So he took the lasso, maneuvering the rope around the doe's leg. Aldric was very meticulous to ensure the beast was unaware of his presence. Finally he looped the rope around it's leg, tying a slipknot to form a loop. The young ranger pulled the rope tightening the loop around the doe's leg, he dug his heel into the ground preparing for quite the struggle. If it bolted Aldric was going with it.	Name: Aldric Eleros Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Aldric is a sort of lone wolf, something he gets from his father, he prefers the solitude that hunting provides instead of any sort of camaraderie with others. He is a very responsible young man, taking his perceived duty of guarding the Vale very seriously, serious enough that he trains every single day. Aldric is a perfectionist in every thing he does, as such, he is very critical of himself and his actions, particularly how his actions, or rather his mistakes affect the village or those few people he cares about. His general disposition is stoic, keeping to himself and observing. Social situations tend to see him standing to the side watching, however if you corner him for conversation you'll find he's a very well spoken man. Most of the young men in the village resent Aldric for being so hardworking and useful while they prefer to flirt with girls or horse around. Aldric himself never took much pleasure in the horsing around bit, not unless that involved training for combat or hunting exercises. As for the flirting bit, there's something about saying crude things or acting vulgar towards really any human that just doesn't sit well with the young man. Bio: Ever since Aldric was a young boy he showed great independence. In fact amongst all the kids his age he was the first to start walking, however he was the last to start talking. If only his parents knew how much that would tell about his personality as an adult. From the age of 7 Aldric accompanied his father, Farrest on his trips to gather herbs, learning to identify most plants on sight. As he grew older and older he went with his father on more trips, he killed his first deer at age 10 on one such trip. However never was he allowed to go with his father to hunt the wild boar or the stray wolves who got to close to the village. Aldric has a good relationship with his mother Marianne, while they don't share as much as he and his father they're still family, a fact that Aldric takes very seriously. That and his father treats his mother like a queen, a trait that Aldric has adopted from childhood and has always been the obedient son. As he's grown older, Aldric has assumed more and more of his father's mantle, hunting for the poor of the village, gathering herbs for the Doctor, and recently he's been trusted to hunt feral beasts and ward off the bandits in the region. Weapon: A longbow Aldric carved himself a few years ago. Well made and stout it's seen many hunts and has remained reliable. He has a custom made sword, it's a hand and half longsword with the likeness of a wolf on it's pommel. Skills: Aldric is a very capable outdoors-man, tracking, gathering, and of course hunting, come as naturally to him as breathing. An equally capable archer, Hunter's skills with a bow rival his father's. Hunter practices with his sword as often as possible making him a formidable combatant.
50,182	1,348	23	2,239	464	South End- the Bakery The doe's eyes widened and it whipped its head out of the bakery window- just as the baker walked in. The man was covered in flour and he smelled of cinnamon. He looked down at his son and then at the ranger- who stood in the room alone. He noted the half eaten baguette on the floor and the baker narrowed his eyes at Farrest, "You're going to have to pay for that, Farrest." The ranger sighed and snagged some coppers out of his coat, tossed it to the baker, only to dash out eithout another word. He ran to where the doe and his son were- and there he found Aldric struggling to hold down one of the does legs at it began to tug away frantically. He feared that the frightened thing would buck his boy in the face- so the ranger held up the sunflower for the doe to see. His tone was soothing and calm as he spoke to it, "Shh shh- there now- calm down girl." He held the sunflower out to her, "Calm down." With his free hand he unhooked another lasso from his belt and with a quick flick of the wrist managed to get the noose around her neck. A sharp tug tightened the knot- they had her. But the doe was still frantic. It began cycling through voices as cried out, "You're going to have to pay for that, Farrest." Over and over. The ranger shot his son a look. "Alright. I'm disturbed. Lets lead her out of here before I get nightmares." He nodded in the direction of the forest so Aldric could lead them there.	Ezra Audigarde/21/male(bi) He stands at 5'10 and weighs 140 lbs, his build is lean, with broad shoulders. His hair is short brown that curls about his ears . His eyes are a sharp green, almost jade. Personality: Please mind yourself around him- once you get him started he will not stop talking. He's quite the flirt- some times unnervingly so. Ezra moves about as if the world is his for the taking- which never really sits well with others. He has this problem where, if he sees something he likes, he'll go out of his way to have it (people included- actually especially people). But past this annoying disposition he isn't that bad... Oh wait, no theres more actually. Something is most certainly off about Ezra. Yes, he's little talkative and pushy and maybe he has the habit of getting sidetracked in conversations- but its not only these things. Ezra's kinda... crazy. No, honestly, the guy is an adrenaline junkie. Never never dare him- because he will do it. It's like he was never born with the capacity to feel fear. He's prone to outbursts and can become explosively angry when triggered (note: mentioning his father). Although that's him at his worst. Most of the time he's smiling and joking away with complete strangers. He expresses complete interest when people talk about themselves- because he truly wants to know about those around him. The man is a daydreamer and- especially on rainy days- he can be found napping in some odd place. His default laidback (read: lazy) attitude gets him negative cred from the townsfolk. They see him as a troublemaker and often whisper about his mental instability behind their hands. He knows what they think of him but it doesn't bother him. The opinions of others don't put food on his table or clothe him- so its none of his concern. Bio: Born in the valley city of Pax- a city of wealth and squallor, known for its lavish way of life viewed by outsiders as grossly excessive. Ezra's mother was a prostitute and for the majority of his life he thought his father was just a lonely businessman. Growing up in the brothel wasn't as horrible as one might think. In fact, he holds only fond memories of that time in his life, of course save for a few incidents here and there- plus the occasional beating. The women there were all affectionate and protective toward him- honestly it was like having a house full of moms- which was alright by his oblivious younger self. 12 yearold boys in brothels start to attract the really disgusting types- and to protect her son from any harm his mother decided to send her boy to his father. Now, isn't that every whore's sons dream? To meet the father that they dreamt of at night and daydreamed of during their scoldings and beatings and when nasty customers came by. Ezra was a wreck when he walked all three miles on his own out of Pax's red district- into a neighborhood of botanical gardens and houses of dukes and lords. He didn't want to meet his father- the only outcome of this would to be sent away like a dog. He knew this because he wasn't the only child born in the brothel. He wasn't the first or last to be sent to their fathers house. His half sister opened the door. She was younger than him. Her name was Eithne. She knew exactly who he was because they shared the same green eyes. Their father fainted and Ezra knew at once that he would never come to love this man. He was barely in that house for a week before Ezra was packed off to Pax's local Academy. Here he was drilled to become a soldier for the capital. He lasted seven years before he "dropped out", which is code for his being framed for something he didn't do. Eithne visited him at the Academy during his stay there and she soon became the only friend he ever had. They read stories to one another and wrote to each other when they were apart. She was brilliant and she was kind- a complete contrast to Ezra's aggressive and unhinged personality. But she loved him- she loved him so readily that it burdened him sometimes. Like when he would fight in the yard with the other academymen grunts- he never went too far because her voice always rang through his head. Anyways when she learned of his being banished from the Academy she married some noble asshat named Ceril Balfont. The Balfont's extended a pardon to Ezra but he didn't want it because he knew what it really was. His sister had sacrificed her happiness just to give him a second chance at being something. He was sick with guilt. So sick that he (long story short) almost convinced Eithne to run off with him to Vale (he had contacts there and it was such a small, quiet town. They could rebuild their lives there) but it was much too late for her. In fact his father caught word and almost killed him for almost ruining Eithne's marriage to such a powerful figure head. Ezra resents how he was now the only one benefiting from their misery. He came to Vale only a year ago- since he'd spent his time hopping around from city to city in the Valley only to end up a bandits lackey for a few months in the Angar. He stumbled on Vale by accident and met up with his "contact" another Academy drop out. Weapon Pole staff. Its retractable and can easily be hidden in a pocket. Sturdy and simple- he won it in a game of cards. Dagger. Never leave your house without one strapped to your ankle. Skills -Moderate Combat Training. Thank you, Academy. -Street smarts. Thank you, Pax's red district. -Moderate survival. Thank you, those few months spent out in the Angar. -Good looks. Thanks mom. Other -Audigarde is a bastards name. - He lives in a small cabin with Gada, a woman he often mentions but no one really ever sees. Gada Malvodar/21/female(bi) She stands at 5'7 and weighs 115 lbs. Her appearance may seem frail but she is anything but. Gada's a red head that often keeps her hair up in braids, often tied back with jewlery. She has rune tattoos between her breasts, under her chin, behind her ears, and on her feet that provide her with magic energy for quick spell casting. Her eyes are an unnatural yellow. Personality: Bio: Weapon -A spire staff. It has a pointy end that she often threatens to shove up Ezra's ass. Skills -Summoning: Gada specializes in summoning magic. Its a dark art that requires sacrifices. -Apothecary: She knows her way around the - Other
50,183	1,348	24	1,641	929	Varric tensed in shock when Gwen hugged him, then grinned. "Whoa baby, you gotta buy me dinner first," he joked, "But, hey, we should find out more about the flower myths, and there's no one more knowledgeable about the old tales than my dear, sweet mother." He grinned before glancing over at Laciel. "And you're welcome as well. As they say, the more the better." He winked. "And I shall serenade us as we walk, too," he said, grabbing his lute from his back, "I shall sing the tale of-" He sneezed. Somewhere, Ezra had made fun of him. He'd get him back later. "Excuse me. I'll sing a tale of Garn, the legendary Smithknight." Varric had told Laciel this tale before. It emphasised Garn's legendary ingenuity and intellect, traits Varric knew Laciel would look up to. Varric cleared his throat, before singing. "In a land of trouble and turmoil, There was a king no one could foil, A tyrant whose rage was hot as a coil, The tyrant named King Doyle. Well Garn had lived in that land, And left footprints in the sand. And he was angry, please understand, At that viscious tyrant of a man. So Garn he gathered his courage. And Garn, he gathered his blades. And Garn, he gathered his hammer, And Garn, he showed the king what he made. And Garn, he got an audience, With the Tyrant King Doyle, And Garn, has been told everyday since, For he popped the king like a boil. He fell on him with armor, A most wondrously made device, Armor that could spew fire, Armor that could spew ice. And the tyrant he fought and he fought, But against Garn the king couldn't win, And Garn got what he sought. He gave freedom to his kingdom. And still. We tell his great story. He who won with mind and not might. And his tales may be a bit gory. But he is Garn the Smith Knight."	Role/Class Bard's Son, the Leaf Singer Appearance Name Varric Dawnleaf/Age 18/Gender Trans Boy Personality: Varric is a bit of a mixed bag. He's certainly polite and treats people well, but, the thing is, he is a bit of an ass as well. If there's one thing he cares about, it's entertainment. And his mom, but more importantly, entertainment. He gets bored easily. So, he likes to stir some trouble on occasion. Maybe kick some valuable and watch as people go ballistic, just to return it later. Maybe punch a girl's but and make it seem like the guy next to him did it. He also tends to boast, about his deeds, and more than once has had to do some form of restitution. One thing in his favor is that, for all his false boasting and whatnot, Varric is ballsy. He doesn't seem to know what fear is. He once heard od dangerous bandits in the woods, and actively sought them out. After getting inevitably captured, he convinced them that he was the Mayor's daughter, and that if they sent word that they had him, then the Mayor would pay them. Since the mayor, and his actual daughter for that matter, we're kind of BADASS, this ended poorly for the bandits. Especially when bardmom got involved. As one may have noticed, Varric is a bit impulsive too. He tends to give exactly zero fucks about the consequences, until he has to face them. He sometimes does genuinely mean things, and only later realizes that, no, pinching that girl's butt and blaming someone else is NOT a harmless prank, but rather a very mean thing to do for both parties. He also loves to charm the ladies and gents. He can often be seen flirting with many dames and dudes, serenading and playing for them. That's the kind of guy he is. He is utterly shameless. There is another side to him, more sensitive. This only ever seems to come out when he is among nature, or making music. He loves to sing, and he loves to play the lute. He's good at it too, and knows it. Varric at his best is a charismatic leader with a rebellious streak and very interesting to have around. On a bad day, he is an unapologetic asshole who causes trouble and pisses people off. Bio Marion Dawnleaf lived a rather eventful life before she settled. Varric's mother, Marion, is actually quite the famous adventurer, and a lot of her stories are not so much legends as personal anecdotes. She has braved dark dungeons, slain a dragon, seduced a minor nature god, and, her proudest accomplishment, given birth to a beautiful boy. Mind you, she kept adventuring for a little while after "settling down" and getting the tavern. And like hell she would trust a babysitter with her child! Had to teach him the family business! Varric had a pretty awesome childhood, all told. Varric showed a talent for magic from an early age, and seemed to know it more intuitively than by learning. During his free time, he was quite the wildchild, going about in nature and causing trouble. The guard know him by name. Varric actually had quite the ideal life. His single mother raised him well enough, even if he is a bit of an ass. He has never wanted for anything, and was always provided for. Hell, even when he realized he was, well, a he, that was pretty simple. His mom didn't give a shit, and at that point everyone accepted Varric was a bit weird. Varric wants to do as his mom did, however, and start adventuring. She forbids it, due to the obvious danger involved, but he has found his own small scale adventures. The largest of which was him getting captured by bandits. He was lucky his mom had retained her adventuring skills, or else he could have died. Afterwards, she was livid with him. Varric was just finalizing his plans to skip town and find an adventuring group, when he found a flower in his bed... Weapon: Varric's Lute: Varric wields a modified wizard's..."staff". His mother had it specially crafted for him. The Lute enhances Varric's magic through him playing it, and is very durable. It also has a basic spell enchanted into it to allow Varric to turn sound into concussive force. It uses his own magical energy, and only disables a foe for a short time, a few seconds, but it is a very good way to get out of trouble. Skills: Charisma: Once you let Varric open his mouth, you have lost. Varric can talk his way out of anything, a trait he gets from his mother. Leafsong: Varric can use magic through music. His magic is more of a muscle than a skill, and the ways he's exercised it show. He is mostly good at ilusions and mobility, and as a combat mage he is nigh on useless. He can move around swiftly using the wind, and render himself almost invisible using a cloak of the wind. He can also cause leaves and petals to fly about himself for dramatic effect. Sneaky:Varric is one sneaky bastard, and is a master of hiding in plain sight. Despite his reputation, he still manages to be able to hide in a crowd. Nature Empath: Varric is a natural at traveling in nature. It's like nature itself tries to provide for him. Lockpicking: Varric took up this skill in order to be better at pranks. Other: Magic Vulnerability: As the very obvious son of a minor nature god and a powerful bard, Varric has inherited a sensitivity to magic. While obviously this endangers him to enemy casters, this does have some benefits, as he is also extra sensitive to positive magic. As a result, his mom is known as the only one who can catch him, as her magical skills can easily track and capture him.
50,184	1,348	25	2,622	3,554	The girl utterly hated when that bit mad faces and moves like that on her but it was something she had gotten used to over time though it had gotten no less irksome to her and her mother. "I swear, that bot is a masochist." the girl grumbled with a heavy sigh as he walked away. She stepped toward her own home, tired but not too much so to make it inside and look through the cupboards for something to drink. Her mother, naturally, had come down after seeing her and set out a loaf of bread with some cheese and meat for a snack before she went to sleep that morning while the town began to wake. She didn't say much before taking her plate with her up the stairs toward the wing of the house that she occupied, her window near a nice tree to shade it though she normally closed to drapes to keep the sun from coming inside while she slept. After a long night like that she needed a good sleep and the sun and noise that the drape blocked would wake her if it reached her. Illya pushed her door open with her foot and set her plate on the table by the wall while she moved around, hanging her cloak on the hanger not too far from the door before she fell onto her bed and kicked off her boots. That was when she saw the flower bud hanging from her ceiling right above her pillow. "Are you fucking shitting me?!" The young woman reached over and picked up a heavy book, throwing it directly at the flower though, the bud seemed to move right out of the way so she missed the stupid thing. She'd heard the legends from the bard at the tavern on the rare nights when she wasn't working and decided to drink the night away, sometimes even speaking with the men who came to their little town in the Vale on their travels. She found it amusing that she was often the first woman for these men to approach, considering that even if she was a rent girl she'd be one of the more expensive ones - they left with empty pockets anyway. Back to the flower the young woman stared at it, the leaves moving in the breeze from the open window as if they were mocking her though she rolled over and decided to ignore it as she lay out the treasure she had lottery the night before on her bed while eating the food shed brought upstairs with her.	Illya Vance Thief’s Daughter – Rogue Assassin Below average height at five foot, two inches and weighing in at just under 7 stones, Illya is a thin girl with a good amount of muscle on her. Small feet and still shapely with a womanly figure. Healthy, with eyes the colour of storm clouds. Age Nine and Ten years Gender Female – Heterosexual Weapon(s) Mithril Dagger -Stolen by her mother and given to her when she turned ten-and-two. It is of dwarven make as mithril can only be mined or worked by the dwarves- Steel Sword -A hand-and-a-half sword she found buried in her mothers’ things- Recurve Bow -Built for hunting, this bow is one who has seen more human deaths than those of animals- Skills Assassinate -If she can get close enough without being spotted, and manage a successful attack, Illya may instantly kill her target with a fatal blow- Become Shadows -With her ability to blend in she may become invisible to the untrained eye, melding with the shadows around her. This combined with her Assassinate ability, make her the perfect stealth attacker- Shadow Step -A passive skill, Illya makes no sound when she walks unless she thinks about it. This also applies to the rest of her body. She makes no noise when she moves, allowing her to sneak up on almost anyone- Sleight of Hand -With practiced ease, the thief may slip a hand inside another pocket, through their bag or make something seemingly vanish into thin air- Acrobatics -After years of practice, she had developed the ease to climb high on next to nothing, to jump and enhances her flexibility to near contortionist levels- Personality Illya has never been one to talk to others, nor share her secrets with them, instead allowing herself to become the distant image by the wall that few would ever really remember. Unemotional and detached, she is cold as ice when it comes to dealing with her target or victims, though when she needs to she can put on the perfect mask and act her way with a flawless facsimile of real emotion. She’s apathetic and rhythmic, with little deviation from how she does things. On the other hand, she is prone to sudden fits of unpredictability or rage, leaving her to do things out of her usual patterns. This has landed her in trouble before, though the person there with the anger is buried deep within her. Biography Illya was raised away from town, taught most by her mother and learning the rest on her own adventures in and around town. The people there were well aware of what her mother was, though if she stole from them they never noticed or could never prove that it was really her and from that reputation people began to believe that the daughter would be much like Marideth was. From a young age Illya was subject to the scorn and distrust of the people in town, hated even by some and the villagers children didn’t treat her any better having learned from their parents that she wasn’t someone to talk to or trust. She became secluded, locking away her own emotions when the bullies came to harass her and over time she became a being of nothingness with little to drive her onward. By the time she was seven she could easily be described as an emotionless thing rather than a human child. Worse even, she was raised without a father, so only her mother – young and having given birth when she was merely sixteen – was left to raise her. She started watching, observing and soon she began to learn all she could and started stealing from the villagers without them even noticing it; her hands became quick and her face began to show a smile again, though little of it was real. She was satisfied with stealing from the village, up until she’d left home for several months once and gone on to a large city where she came face to face with a master assassin. In the time she was gone, the village had thought her moved away and gone for good, but she was learning even more, but this time it was how to be the perfect assassin. The first mark she killed was a young noble man, wanted dead for the affair he was having with a powerful man’s wife and earned herself a pretty pouch of gold before returning home to her mother and the village that shunned her. People questioned why she left in the first place, though she never gave much than a need to see the big city to their faces but Merideth new the first time she saw the pouch of gold on her daughter. The woman had never had much teaching ability to begin with, and few maternal instincts but she was against Illya learning her trade, instead allowing her to buy what she needed regardless of her daughters protests. Why should I act like something I’m not? Why not prove them right and make them regret passing such early judgement? She’d really left because she needed space and someone to really learn from, a Master to show her which way to go to reach her fullest potential. She’d found him too and came back to show her mother exactly what she had been keeping her from. Merideth had to admit, she was a little bit impressed. She’s nineteen now and spend often months at a time away from home, stealing and killing while hiding her riches away from the public eye, instead allowing the Vale to think her a regular girl with few special talents. Other
50,185	1,348	26	2,091	3,332	-Laciel Lenssed : Training Grounds- As the boy stumbled on his words, he flinched as the blade of Guineveres sword almost came into contact with his fleshy face, which wouldn't look good in the long run. It was only a natural reaction to try and move away from an opponent to avoid getting part of your face cut off, but in Laciels case, he would need a few stitches and a concotion from Alixianna. Either way, he avoided any harm yet again as he stared at the sword as it abruptly stopped, his eyes fixated on the girls hand. There was tension still embedded within him, latching on and keeping him on edge. It was about to get worse in the long run as a random screech struck up behind him. His next natural reaction was to turn around in sheer animosity with an earpircing city of surprise. This only worsened the boys state of mind as he fell onto his behind, looking up at a triumphant Varric. Laciel felt that he was forced to play the fool, a cad in the situation, not the well mannered scholar he was born as. Even worse was he believed he did something wrong which caused him to ponder on if Varric was mocking him indiscriminately. Even worse was when he decided to try and throw him off with a premature jab involving one of his pranks - ones that costed them time and a tinge bit of money. At this point in time, he could only wonder in sheer befuddlement to his reason being here as he stared blankly at the two as he pushed himself up, listening to them speak. It only served to make him wonder if he said the incorrect phrase to Guinevere or if he was interrupting their time. Either way, he started tapping the tip of his chin as he continued to listen to the ongoing discussion about botany and the such, specifically about flowers and friendship. "Specific and peculiar to a degree... Wait, could this flower thing be completely related to the little budding gift I recently received after the two years eve of my fathers departure on such a precarious and suspiciously direct quest. Hmm, if I can recall, there was a tale involving a... a deer and two brothers. The details escape me, but maybe this might be related to the letter? I'll question mother or Varrics mom later... or possibly consign myself to the books co answers." As the young scholar permitted himself to delving into such inexorable thoughts, he continued to listen to the duo speak. Laciel inconspicuously hid his frown as he turned his head to the side, his ears still attentive just as his flexible mind. He had the courage to stand up and speak his mind to Guinevere, showing how he wasn't afraid to pursue ideal dreams, unlike Laciel himself. He stared at the ground, gritting his teeth, bitter at what he couldn't accomplish. The boy only felt that this was a massive punch to the gut as he became even more greener at the sight of what he just saw. Guinevere reciprocated Varrics feelings after his well placed words, even after turning the corrosive speech to Laciel as a way of possibly telling him off into a well mannered confession that tugged at the heart. Why... why couldn't he do what Varric could? This mere shell kept him from making barely any friends aside from the duo in front of him and Illya who had spunk and teased him to a considerable interval, but now he felt it was segregating himself even further from them. "... Did I ever even... have any sort of chance? Or was it just a mere illusion I wanted to believe in due to my admiration of her?" Nothing felt right to the boy as his own insatiable wonder garnered him a possible chance to be with her. He understood the girls fears of being chained down, however he knew he could allow her to follow her desires and maybe show her that love wasn't all too disturbing. However, a friend, a contender was able to beat him to the punch. Varric was able to successfully complete this cycle, causing him to leave his mouth slightly agape at the sight of them hugging before they removed themselves from each other. Maybe his way of thinking this through was skewed and selfish? He did legitimately worry for the girl and her problems, but he felt she shouldn't worry over such a natural thing. He didn't want to deprive her of one of the joys of life but forcing her to a forgone conclusion wouldn't land them anywhere. The boy regained his composure as soon as Varric began his natural affinity for speaking with flourishing words. The flirt made a jest about taking her out to dinner, acting all cute around her... However, a few words mentioned by Varric did him justice and compiled the questions he given out into a presentable answer. At least that lightened his spirits temporarily before being bogged down yet again. "More the better, huh? I would feel like an odd wheel interjecting itself into a date if I were to do that. Its already bad enough wondering if I said something incorrect, but inviting me to make matters worse, no... no... thanks." "I, ah, uhm... I th-think i'll j-just p-pass for n-now. I sh-should probably be h-heading back to the f-forge for n-now, I g-guess i'll s-see you two l-later..." "..." "Ah, b-buh-bye!" With that final timidly placed bye, he power walked away from the scene, pondering on the myriads of possibilities of what they could be thinking of. As he did this, he headed away from his said destination of the forge thanks to a well placed lie. Laciel felt that his mother could cover for him as he prepared some of the weapons ahead of time, just in case anyone stopped by while his mother tended to the shop. He begged to whatever gods existed about her not minding. As he swiftly continued on Laciel felt the need to clear his head and a friend could possibly help him out with this if she still wasn't out on one of her nightly prospects which he feared for her safety. Laciel could only wonder how she faired as he traversed to Illya and Marideths dwelling - a lonely mansion on the edge of town.	Name: Laciel Lenssed Age: 18 Height: 6"1' Personality: A rather quiet and rather to himself sort of boy is not much one for words, or really anything revolving around talking since he is rather nervous about spouting the wrong thing along with having a bit of social anxiety. He isn't too headstrong and is rather thoughtful than rushing into the fray, despite having his mothers blood in him. He takes after his father in this sense by staying vigilant and alert to any danger coming near. However, back on the topic of talking to others. Due to being confined to the forge a lot, he doesn't exactly have people skills. Laciel has watched others speak to try and better himself, however it is unknown how soon he will improve. Even with these drawbacks, ever since he was of a young age, Laciel held an innate curiosity of the world about him. He would always search for a way to study, even if it meant his mother scolding him for doing something reckless. If he becomes curious, it may overlap with his thoughtful side when weighing the odds. Usually his decisions are right most of the time, but sometimes they are less than desired results... such as the time he almost got killed by a bear. Thankfully his mother is a lot more fearsome than the bear and promptly caused it to flee, however being "fierce" is something he is lacking in with his supposedly decrepit appearance. The boy has an immense dislike for being tied down to one path and prefers to choose his own way. Since his mother is often fearful of whatever dangers he might have to face, she is overprotective of him which gets old pretty quickly. He feels the need to speak out against her and how his mother is one step in front of him to make his troubles fleeting... Even with her other activities, she managed to keep a keen eye on him and is rather frustrated about being hounded on consistently. He finds it rather difficult to tell her off since it's difficult to locate a mean bone in his body. Even the best doctors around couldn't even find one if they tried... Even with these limitations, he does have a breaking point and one can only hope it isn't broken. Bio: "Laciel is a lot like his father I'll tell ya! Scholarly, curious... and a wee bit stubborn to boot." - Leslie Lenssed Hailing from a long line of scholars and blacksmiths, Laciel was born into a trade that would possibly consume his life and revolve around him consistently... if he wasn't so adverse to not being coaxed into the path of the forge. Ever since he was of a ripe age, he was always working beside his mother at the forge and at night would listen to his fathers encounters when traveling with her prior to them settling down in Vale eventually. Such tales fraught with excitement and mysteries attracted him, but most of all the delight of new knowledge that he could become enlighten with. The dream felt so far away to him, but he was determined to make it a reality and gain the wisdom of those before him. His life outside the house was less than spectacular than the stories spoke of by his father as he spent most of his time around the forge and less around the children. He grew close to his mother as he observed her conjure up weapons with her vitality. Over time he began to properly forge weapons for others, easily taking over his mothers spot when she went off hunting with father or in bed with a hangover after drinking myriads of men Laciel couldn't count (father included) under the table. It was annoying at first, but eventually he became accustomed to her less than stellar and boisterous habits. When he is allowed off from the forge for working a tinge bit too hard, either Laciel pursues knowledge in his free time from the library, his assortment of books, or his father himself. His father expresses a lot of joy for taking interests in his path, but feels the need for leaving cryptic messages for Laciel to figure out. Once he figures out his fathers riddles he becomes ecstatic at his sons ability to properly comprehend his meanings whether it be physical in a sense or metaphorical. After figured out, he would spend a long time with his son, lecturing him and teaching him new things he had never known about before. These times allowed to bond with his father which he rarely had time for since he was usually out reliving his mystical tales through providing for the family. The other times he doesn't get the chance, he is seen by others hanging out in the library studying his days away while others train and enjoy their days in the sunlight. He was often teased by others for being so engrossed in books and was never seen training. Despite these stinging words, he took private lessons from his mother who demonstrated her skills which dazzled him. He often would test his mettle against his mother and other challengers, either failing or succeeding with his prior knowledge gained through his spars with Leslie. This only continued to fuel the desire for paving his own path. One day, his father left without leaving a trace or warning with the exception of a simple letter created with a cryptic message which befuddled his mother. The two were bothered by two completely different reasons, his mother who became worried over his fathers disappearance due to the dangers which most likely were in wait. Laciel became worried over the measures she would go to when becoming very overprotective for another, coming to the conclusion of what sacrifices she would make to safeguard what she dearly loves. This lead to his mother keep a closer grip and keener eye on son after the event which began to slightly suffocate him with the ever impending presence. He rarely could stray too far, but he wanted to travel to bring his father back due to a paltry rumor that caused a ruckus over his family... although he did also find it slightly interesting since it offered something he knew and loved all too well. Other than that, he often attempted to make talk with the other children after watching them make contact with one another. He hadn't really socialize with people other than the exceptional few he would come upon. However, when the event arose to gain a new friend, he ran off to "get to work at the forge." Laciel found himself being consistently beat up mentally through this as he became annoyed at his inability to form a long lasting friendship with another. At the age of eighteen, his sword-skills and smithery have made his mother and him known as the dynamic duo of forging in the village as they continued to make weapons with infallible craftsmanship, with the exception of a few times due to a few mistakes, some of which from his mother, Leslie. From what he could tell, she was still bothered by his fathers leave, even after the two years that flew by before his very eyes. It was seemingly becoming worse as she began to fret a bit more, little by little. It was difficult to notice to the naked eye but she could easily hide her sorrows from others, with the exception of Laciel who began to constantly worry over her well-being since the stress was possibly getting to her in both ways. Along with her becoming perturbed, his social skills were still lacking horribly as he struggled to develop them over the years. That was the only thing that ever continued to dull over the years, until of course he was greeted by an enigmatic letter signed by his father lying on his bed. This one made even less sense than before and made him wrack his brains over more than before to understand it. Laciel did ponder upon the letter, but he hasn't found an answer, yet for the most part... A mithril longsword specially crafted by Laciel himself at a tender age which was considered almost a bit difficult to wield at his age and had assistance from his mother when making it. It's rather large and difficult for most people to properly wield, however thanks to the inherited strength, he seems to possess the vital strength to use the weapon. It has an engraving above the guard of it with two L's side by side. Skills: Mimic: With a thirst for procuring wisdom, he has the ability to properly mimic others fighting styles to put them at a roadblock. Even with a simple longsword, he can almost properly copy another. If he managed to wield the same weapon, then they could be in loads of trouble. Counter: Once he properly learns of a person and their fighting style he can turn the tables and swiftly use their own strategy against them, or come up with a new one to easily fall them. Endurance and Fortitude: Training with others and mainly his mother has left more than a fair amount of bruises and cuts. However, such endeavors that he has endured have caused him to toughen up and become formidable in combat which can cause major surprised to others who don't expect him to be able to properly jump into the fray. Laciel also has his mothers unrivaled strength which was nurtured over spars and losses into the budding blacksmith he is today. Watchful Eye: Laciel has spent a lot of time sneaking away from the stray eyes of Leslie, allowing him to get a taste of nature. Not only can he analyze the area around him, but he can keep up with any inconsistencies in his line of sight as if it was childs play. However, keeping an eye on his environment isn't the only thing he can extort to his advantage. Scholarly Mind: Laciel spends as much time in the books as he does in the forge. He keeps a whole library in the room containing him and will often become sleep deprived to procure knowledge. His love for knowledge allows him to gain information quicker and dispense them to others that he feels that could put this knowledge to use. An example is his knowledge of the forge and his power to easily create wonders. Even so, he won't hesitate to use such a thing to his advantage for his own reasons.
50,186	1,348	27	324	1,204	Whoa baby, you gotta buy me dinner first, Varric joked, "But, hey, we should find out more about the flower myths, and there's no one more knowledgeable about the old tales than my dear, sweet mother." Guinevere softly elbowed him but smiled. No more weird romance between them, all was well and how it should be. Being his mother's son, Varric took the moment to break out in song. Unlike Guinevere, who sang like a screeching banshee, Varric's voice was full of compassion and vulnerability. Singing brought out such an amazing side of Varric. He could make anyone fill up with hope and love just by singing a tune; it was like listening to an angel sing in heaven. "That was beautiful, Varric. It really was," Guinevere praised him after he finished and glanced at Laciel, who had been so quiet she almost forgot he was there. Varric had invited him to seek out his mother so boldly that Guinevere worried he had frightened Laciel too much. "I, ah, uhm... I th-think i'll j-just p-pass for n-now. I sh-should probably be h-heading back to the f-forge for n-now, I g-guess i'll s-see you two l-later..." "..." "Ah, b-buh-bye!" "Laciel, wait!" She called out but he had already rushed off. Sighing heavily, Guinevere worried they had upset him. Laciel was never one to express his opinions and let his fears and troubles sit inside him until it all just blew up. Maybe she'd talk with him at a later time. Right now, Guinevere needed to find out what this flower really meant and Varric was correct, no one knew more about legends than his mother. "Ready?" She asked looking at him and began walking to his home. Wearing full armor, Guinevere didn't even care to change back into her casual clothing. It felt like she was going to face her biggest enemy yet-the flower.	Role/Class: The Mayor's Daughter Appearance: Name Guinevere Hart/18/Female Personality Guinevere craves for the feeling of adventure. Traveling across the world and defeating various evils is what fills her dreams at night. Staying in her home town forever frightens Guinevere and she would do anything to escape that future. While leaving her father will be the hardest thing in her life, she knows fulfilling her dream is what she needs to do. Hardworking and stubborn, Guinevere will never give up on sometimes she’s determine to do. Even if that something puts her danger, she’ll do whatever it takes. More often than not, Guinevere will worsen the situation but in the end, she’ll always set things right. Thanks to her long, hard hours of training, Guinevere has gained an incredible sense of patience. She can outwait anything or anyone. By being patient and calm, she tends to upset and startle multiple people though. Some of the townsman even play little games as to see how fast Guinevere can piss off the new resident. While Guinevere has a strong, feminine personality, she doesn’t have very many friends. By no means is she shy or frighten to speak to others for her bravery outshines none. Girls her age feel a little standoffish by her so Guinevere tends to stay back and hangs out with the guys. Guinevere has a terrible reputation for causing disasters. Wherever she goes, accidents seem to follow. She has a wild spirit that loves to have fun, even if that ‘fun’ means jumping on the roofs of the town. Countless people have scolded her for it, including her own father, but Guinevere just doesn’t seem to let up. When adventure calls, Guinevere must follow. Bio Born from generations of warriors, it was obvious Guinevere would have the same fighting spirit as her ancestors. From the moment she could walk, Guinevere was given a sword and learned the craft of swordsmanship. Unlike most girls in the town learning how to sew and take care of a household, she spent her time clashing swords with the boys. It wasn’t long before she gained a reputation for being a mighty warrior. There’s very few fighters who can keep up with Guinevere. Due to her passion for swords, Guinevere has an incredibly close bond with her father. They’ll often spend nights together, looking at the stars and discussing various adventurous stories they’ve both learned or even made up. Unfortunately, Guinevere spent so much time fighting, she was never able to establish a close relationship with her mother. While they both love each other, they just never connected the way a mother and daughter are supposed to. Countless admires have caught Guinevere’s eye, but she chooses to ignore anything to do with romance. The idea of falling in love seems terrifying to her. Any romance could lead to marriage, which would mean the destruction of her dream. So she runs from anyone who even dares winking at her. When it comes to battling monsters or villains, Guinevere is fearless and completely brave, but mention the word love and she’ll take off running for her life. Most of the men around the town are aware of her distaste for romance so they tend to back off. Of course that doesn’t stop them from talking about her when she isn’t around. Whenever she’s not holding a sword or eating like a complete glutton, Guinevere spends most of her free time snuggled up in a comfortable chair at the town’s library. She loves reading stories of other warriors and the struggles they’ve faced. Becoming one of the many heroes in legend fills her up with excitement. Weapon Guinevere carries around a single sword, a gift on her 16th birthday from her father. Shields are too heavy and boring for her, so she only uses them when absolutely necessary. Skills: Combat Queen: Guinevere is considered one of the best fighters in town. She can wield a sword like no other, with the exception of her father. She's not as strong as most men but uses her swift movement to outsmart and beat them. Bravery No one is braver than Guinevere, who is afraid of practically nothing (except marriage!). Leadership Like father, like daughter, Guinevere’s personality shines when things need done. She’s one of the few who steps up to the plate to establish a plan and determine the best solution. Athletic and Fit Sword fighting does the trick for putting you in shape. Guinevere will often spend time running around town to keep herself fit as well.
50,187	1,348	28	2,239	464	Varric watched Laciel walk away, a bemused expression on his face. "And here I thought he liked Garn. He usually seems so engrossed when I tell those stories." Varric said, scratching the back of his head. He then shrugged. "But yea, to the tavern we go!" He walked in the general direction of the tavern, grinning. This had been quite the stressful encounter, but it seemed like it would work out. Tonight he'd have to work on that string of lovers though. If all else failed, then he'd just enlist Ezra. Speaking of whom, Varric felt the wind kicking up behind him. He swore for a moment he heard a kid screaming, and he had a feeling someone was nearby. "Gwen, do you mind laughing loudly while I talk about Ezra's penis size? I think he's watching us. Nature magic."	Ezra Audigarde/21/male(bi) He stands at 5'10 and weighs 140 lbs, his build is lean, with broad shoulders. His hair is short brown that curls about his ears . His eyes are a sharp green, almost jade. Personality: Please mind yourself around him- once you get him started he will not stop talking. He's quite the flirt- some times unnervingly so. Ezra moves about as if the world is his for the taking- which never really sits well with others. He has this problem where, if he sees something he likes, he'll go out of his way to have it (people included- actually especially people). But past this annoying disposition he isn't that bad... Oh wait, no theres more actually. Something is most certainly off about Ezra. Yes, he's little talkative and pushy and maybe he has the habit of getting sidetracked in conversations- but its not only these things. Ezra's kinda... crazy. No, honestly, the guy is an adrenaline junkie. Never never dare him- because he will do it. It's like he was never born with the capacity to feel fear. He's prone to outbursts and can become explosively angry when triggered (note: mentioning his father). Although that's him at his worst. Most of the time he's smiling and joking away with complete strangers. He expresses complete interest when people talk about themselves- because he truly wants to know about those around him. The man is a daydreamer and- especially on rainy days- he can be found napping in some odd place. His default laidback (read: lazy) attitude gets him negative cred from the townsfolk. They see him as a troublemaker and often whisper about his mental instability behind their hands. He knows what they think of him but it doesn't bother him. The opinions of others don't put food on his table or clothe him- so its none of his concern. Bio: Born in the valley city of Pax- a city of wealth and squallor, known for its lavish way of life viewed by outsiders as grossly excessive. Ezra's mother was a prostitute and for the majority of his life he thought his father was just a lonely businessman. Growing up in the brothel wasn't as horrible as one might think. In fact, he holds only fond memories of that time in his life, of course save for a few incidents here and there- plus the occasional beating. The women there were all affectionate and protective toward him- honestly it was like having a house full of moms- which was alright by his oblivious younger self. 12 yearold boys in brothels start to attract the really disgusting types- and to protect her son from any harm his mother decided to send her boy to his father. Now, isn't that every whore's sons dream? To meet the father that they dreamt of at night and daydreamed of during their scoldings and beatings and when nasty customers came by. Ezra was a wreck when he walked all three miles on his own out of Pax's red district- into a neighborhood of botanical gardens and houses of dukes and lords. He didn't want to meet his father- the only outcome of this would to be sent away like a dog. He knew this because he wasn't the only child born in the brothel. He wasn't the first or last to be sent to their fathers house. His half sister opened the door. She was younger than him. Her name was Eithne. She knew exactly who he was because they shared the same green eyes. Their father fainted and Ezra knew at once that he would never come to love this man. He was barely in that house for a week before Ezra was packed off to Pax's local Academy. Here he was drilled to become a soldier for the capital. He lasted seven years before he "dropped out", which is code for his being framed for something he didn't do. Eithne visited him at the Academy during his stay there and she soon became the only friend he ever had. They read stories to one another and wrote to each other when they were apart. She was brilliant and she was kind- a complete contrast to Ezra's aggressive and unhinged personality. But she loved him- she loved him so readily that it burdened him sometimes. Like when he would fight in the yard with the other academymen grunts- he never went too far because her voice always rang through his head. Anyways when she learned of his being banished from the Academy she married some noble asshat named Ceril Balfont. The Balfont's extended a pardon to Ezra but he didn't want it because he knew what it really was. His sister had sacrificed her happiness just to give him a second chance at being something. He was sick with guilt. So sick that he (long story short) almost convinced Eithne to run off with him to Vale (he had contacts there and it was such a small, quiet town. They could rebuild their lives there) but it was much too late for her. In fact his father caught word and almost killed him for almost ruining Eithne's marriage to such a powerful figure head. Ezra resents how he was now the only one benefiting from their misery. He came to Vale only a year ago- since he'd spent his time hopping around from city to city in the Valley only to end up a bandits lackey for a few months in the Angar. He stumbled on Vale by accident and met up with his "contact" another Academy drop out. Weapon Pole staff. Its retractable and can easily be hidden in a pocket. Sturdy and simple- he won it in a game of cards. Dagger. Never leave your house without one strapped to your ankle. Skills -Moderate Combat Training. Thank you, Academy. -Street smarts. Thank you, Pax's red district. -Moderate survival. Thank you, those few months spent out in the Angar. -Good looks. Thanks mom. Other -Audigarde is a bastards name. - He lives in a small cabin with Gada, a woman he often mentions but no one really ever sees. Gada Malvodar/21/female(bi) She stands at 5'7 and weighs 115 lbs. Her appearance may seem frail but she is anything but. Gada's a red head that often keeps her hair up in braids, often tied back with jewlery. She has rune tattoos between her breasts, under her chin, behind her ears, and on her feet that provide her with magic energy for quick spell casting. Her eyes are an unnatural yellow. Personality: Bio: Weapon -A spire staff. It has a pointy end that she often threatens to shove up Ezra's ass. Skills -Summoning: Gada specializes in summoning magic. Its a dark art that requires sacrifices. -Apothecary: She knows her way around the - Other
50,188	1,348	29	2,239	464	The Tavern The Mayor stood at the front of the room, facing the gathering crowd with a face of stone. This serious, solemn expression rarely found its place on the face of the grand jolly man. But today- in this meeting- he had to inform the village of a heinous crime- one that could tip the gentle balance of peace into fear. By his side stood the Doctor- who had been implored to remain at home- but the man was much too grief stricken not to come to the meeting. His eyes were red and his clothes were carelessly thrown on- he was a man bereft with a sea of emotions- fear, anger, grief and despair. The crowd before them whispered. Of bandits and black magic. Of the others that had been taken and returned mere shells of themselves. Women were crying- for they grieved for the beautiful young woman that nursed their children back to health. The men were enraged- for they feared for the safety of their own daughters. Young men- no doubt the bulk of them being her suitors- began to pledge their lives for search parties. The Doctor was moved by the love the townspeople expressed for his daughter. For his Ali-girl... "Thank you for coming today- people of Vale." Began the Mayor, signaling the beginning of the meeting. Obediently the townspeople hushed, all attentive to what the Mayor knew of the situation and his decree to rectify it. "Last night- while we all slept- Alixanna Ashgrave was taken from her home. How the capturers did this is unknown. Who did such a horrible thing is unknown. From one eye witness we have learned that a couple by a cart departed at an odd hour into the Angar- it is unknown if the cart held goods or in fact our Alixanna. I implor you, people of Vale, to come foreward with any information that you can provide to make our search easier. We have sent out a search party comprised of the finest rangers to comb the forest for her. They will not stop until Alixanna is returned to the safety of her family. Many of you have come foreward and expressed your opinions on who could have possibly done this- we lack the evidence for such claims but will keep these suggestions in mind. I, as a mayor, bid no one to risk their lives out in the Angar- but as a father... I would not rest until my daughter was returned to me. In conclusion- whatever help you may be able to provide would be greatly appreciated. Amassing supplies for those in the search party for their undetermined time out in the forest. Helping the carpenter fortify the walls of our town and the homes that we reside in. A prayer service will be held at the chantry for those seeking solace from such a disturbing occurrence. Prayers to the Ashgrave family would be most appreciated as well. I thank you and, as your mayor, conclude this meeting." The earlier uneasiness of the town tilted more toward organized panic- they began to rush about and out of the tavern toward places of employment. Some remained behind, seeking any other way to assist the cause or speak with the mayor. The doctor slumped in a chair and looked numbly at the table before him. Marion Dawnleaf settled a frothing mug of ale before him and patted him on the shoulder. She knew the grief of losing a child all too well. For the first time in 8 years the Doctor drank. ~~~ Earlier, up in one of the taverns rooms before the meeting, Ezra sat up in bed. The blanket fell away from him, exposing his naked body. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair and looked about the room. An empty wineskin lay on the floor- accompanied by a bottle or two strewn about across the room. His clothes made a trail around the bed, joined by those of someone else. Through his hazy thoughts memories of the night before flooded his mind. He shifted on the bed so he faced a sleeping Varric. With his eyes he took in the feminine features of his body- free of the illusion magic used during the day. Gently he leaned down and kissed his shoulder- an affection shared between lovers and not friends. Before slipping out of bed and snagging his pants from their crumpled place on the floor. He tugged these on and tied them about his waist. Humming the tune they'd made up the night before- belonging to a song about a one-legged prostitute who beat the men that wouldn't pay with her wooden leg. Ezra looked about for his shoes. He found one by the door- where he had thrown it last night when a drunkard came knocking, asking them to quiet down. For the song or the sex- he couldn't remember. In fact there were a number of things he couldn't recall before arriving at the tavern. These lapses in memory were beginning to disturb him. He turned toward the bed and sat down beside Varric- his bare back to him. The man combed his hair with his hands- he was surprised he still had some considering how hard Varric had pulled his brown curls last night. Let it be known he wasn't complaining- he actually liked being abused. As he felt Varric beginning to stir again he looked back at him over his shoulder. He tried to be calm- really, he did- but godsdamn he just had sex. So he couldn't help but smile and tilt his head at the other man, "Morning- sleep well? Please say no. Say that you're sore as hell- I'll love you for it." He joked although lets be honest- not so secretly he meant it.	Ezra Audigarde/21/male(bi) He stands at 5'10 and weighs 140 lbs, his build is lean, with broad shoulders. His hair is short brown that curls about his ears . His eyes are a sharp green, almost jade. Personality: Please mind yourself around him- once you get him started he will not stop talking. He's quite the flirt- some times unnervingly so. Ezra moves about as if the world is his for the taking- which never really sits well with others. He has this problem where, if he sees something he likes, he'll go out of his way to have it (people included- actually especially people). But past this annoying disposition he isn't that bad... Oh wait, no theres more actually. Something is most certainly off about Ezra. Yes, he's little talkative and pushy and maybe he has the habit of getting sidetracked in conversations- but its not only these things. Ezra's kinda... crazy. No, honestly, the guy is an adrenaline junkie. Never never dare him- because he will do it. It's like he was never born with the capacity to feel fear. He's prone to outbursts and can become explosively angry when triggered (note: mentioning his father). Although that's him at his worst. Most of the time he's smiling and joking away with complete strangers. He expresses complete interest when people talk about themselves- because he truly wants to know about those around him. The man is a daydreamer and- especially on rainy days- he can be found napping in some odd place. His default laidback (read: lazy) attitude gets him negative cred from the townsfolk. They see him as a troublemaker and often whisper about his mental instability behind their hands. He knows what they think of him but it doesn't bother him. The opinions of others don't put food on his table or clothe him- so its none of his concern. Bio: Born in the valley city of Pax- a city of wealth and squallor, known for its lavish way of life viewed by outsiders as grossly excessive. Ezra's mother was a prostitute and for the majority of his life he thought his father was just a lonely businessman. Growing up in the brothel wasn't as horrible as one might think. In fact, he holds only fond memories of that time in his life, of course save for a few incidents here and there- plus the occasional beating. The women there were all affectionate and protective toward him- honestly it was like having a house full of moms- which was alright by his oblivious younger self. 12 yearold boys in brothels start to attract the really disgusting types- and to protect her son from any harm his mother decided to send her boy to his father. Now, isn't that every whore's sons dream? To meet the father that they dreamt of at night and daydreamed of during their scoldings and beatings and when nasty customers came by. Ezra was a wreck when he walked all three miles on his own out of Pax's red district- into a neighborhood of botanical gardens and houses of dukes and lords. He didn't want to meet his father- the only outcome of this would to be sent away like a dog. He knew this because he wasn't the only child born in the brothel. He wasn't the first or last to be sent to their fathers house. His half sister opened the door. She was younger than him. Her name was Eithne. She knew exactly who he was because they shared the same green eyes. Their father fainted and Ezra knew at once that he would never come to love this man. He was barely in that house for a week before Ezra was packed off to Pax's local Academy. Here he was drilled to become a soldier for the capital. He lasted seven years before he "dropped out", which is code for his being framed for something he didn't do. Eithne visited him at the Academy during his stay there and she soon became the only friend he ever had. They read stories to one another and wrote to each other when they were apart. She was brilliant and she was kind- a complete contrast to Ezra's aggressive and unhinged personality. But she loved him- she loved him so readily that it burdened him sometimes. Like when he would fight in the yard with the other academymen grunts- he never went too far because her voice always rang through his head. Anyways when she learned of his being banished from the Academy she married some noble asshat named Ceril Balfont. The Balfont's extended a pardon to Ezra but he didn't want it because he knew what it really was. His sister had sacrificed her happiness just to give him a second chance at being something. He was sick with guilt. So sick that he (long story short) almost convinced Eithne to run off with him to Vale (he had contacts there and it was such a small, quiet town. They could rebuild their lives there) but it was much too late for her. In fact his father caught word and almost killed him for almost ruining Eithne's marriage to such a powerful figure head. Ezra resents how he was now the only one benefiting from their misery. He came to Vale only a year ago- since he'd spent his time hopping around from city to city in the Valley only to end up a bandits lackey for a few months in the Angar. He stumbled on Vale by accident and met up with his "contact" another Academy drop out. Weapon Pole staff. Its retractable and can easily be hidden in a pocket. Sturdy and simple- he won it in a game of cards. Dagger. Never leave your house without one strapped to your ankle. Skills -Moderate Combat Training. Thank you, Academy. -Street smarts. Thank you, Pax's red district. -Moderate survival. Thank you, those few months spent out in the Angar. -Good looks. Thanks mom. Other -Audigarde is a bastards name. - He lives in a small cabin with Gada, a woman he often mentions but no one really ever sees. Gada Malvodar/21/female(bi) She stands at 5'7 and weighs 115 lbs. Her appearance may seem frail but she is anything but. Gada's a red head that often keeps her hair up in braids, often tied back with jewlery. She has rune tattoos between her breasts, under her chin, behind her ears, and on her feet that provide her with magic energy for quick spell casting. Her eyes are an unnatural yellow. Personality: Bio: Weapon -A spire staff. It has a pointy end that she often threatens to shove up Ezra's ass. Skills -Summoning: Gada specializes in summoning magic. Its a dark art that requires sacrifices. -Apothecary: She knows her way around the - Other
50,189	1,348	30	1,387	500	Varric first stirred partially to consciousness when Ezra kissed his shoulder. Varric felt his heart sort of lurch nervously at the intimacy of it, but sort of shoved those feelings down. He'd suspected for a while Ezra disliked their "no feels just friends with a few fucks" rule for a while. He didn't want to break his good friend's heart, and was nervous to broach the topic yet. "Nnnnngh," Varric responded, grinning, eyes still closed. He barely opened one hand, and put his palm on Ezra's face, over his nose, mouth and eyes. "Snooze, set alarm spell for five more minutes," he said, before getting up with a yawn. He stood up, looking Ezra over. He smiled, "It was a most glorious union of love making. You caused waves of pleasure to roll through my body, through such vigorous and acrobatic skills that epic poems could be written about it. Though I feel like you should be the sore one here. I thought I got all that hair. And I distinctly remember biting you a few times." He stretched his arms out, before looking at himself in the mirror. In truth, he was a bit sore, but damn had he enjoyed it. He looked at his body. It was rare anyone saw him without the illusion spell. He actually was very feminine in appearance. He didn't mind, honestly, as he wasn't the manliest man anyways, and even if he had lacked the illusion magic to look like a man he still was one. That said, he still preferred to look how he felt. Who knows, maybe someday he'd find a permanent solution. He used the spell, and smiled as pink petals flew about him, and his chest flattened, his hips narrowed, and his face became androgynous. "You know," Varric said, "Lasy night I learned that the flowers are not necessarily romantic." Varric paused. "The Ascythenian legend, that is. That grand old tale of human failure, and yet, human hope. The hope that out there, there is a soulmate for everyone. According to my mom, it doesn't have to be romantic." He paused again, wondering how Ezra would react to the next bit of news. "Which is good, since,both my darling Guinevere and I got one, and I swear that if I ever need that woman to fight a dragon, I need only threaten her with marriage."	Name: Aldric Eleros Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Aldric is a sort of lone wolf, something he gets from his father, he prefers the solitude that hunting provides instead of any sort of camaraderie with others. He is a very responsible young man, taking his perceived duty of guarding the Vale very seriously, serious enough that he trains every single day. Aldric is a perfectionist in every thing he does, as such, he is very critical of himself and his actions, particularly how his actions, or rather his mistakes affect the village or those few people he cares about. His general disposition is stoic, keeping to himself and observing. Social situations tend to see him standing to the side watching, however if you corner him for conversation you'll find he's a very well spoken man. Most of the young men in the village resent Aldric for being so hardworking and useful while they prefer to flirt with girls or horse around. Aldric himself never took much pleasure in the horsing around bit, not unless that involved training for combat or hunting exercises. As for the flirting bit, there's something about saying crude things or acting vulgar towards really any human that just doesn't sit well with the young man. Bio: Ever since Aldric was a young boy he showed great independence. In fact amongst all the kids his age he was the first to start walking, however he was the last to start talking. If only his parents knew how much that would tell about his personality as an adult. From the age of 7 Aldric accompanied his father, Farrest on his trips to gather herbs, learning to identify most plants on sight. As he grew older and older he went with his father on more trips, he killed his first deer at age 10 on one such trip. However never was he allowed to go with his father to hunt the wild boar or the stray wolves who got to close to the village. Aldric has a good relationship with his mother Marianne, while they don't share as much as he and his father they're still family, a fact that Aldric takes very seriously. That and his father treats his mother like a queen, a trait that Aldric has adopted from childhood and has always been the obedient son. As he's grown older, Aldric has assumed more and more of his father's mantle, hunting for the poor of the village, gathering herbs for the Doctor, and recently he's been trusted to hunt feral beasts and ward off the bandits in the region. Weapon: A longbow Aldric carved himself a few years ago. Well made and stout it's seen many hunts and has remained reliable. He has a custom made sword, it's a hand and half longsword with the likeness of a wolf on it's pommel. Skills: Aldric is a very capable outdoors-man, tracking, gathering, and of course hunting, come as naturally to him as breathing. An equally capable archer, Hunter's skills with a bow rival his father's. Hunter practices with his sword as often as possible making him a formidable combatant.
50,190	1,348	31	1,641	929	When she wakes up the first time, there is a demon over her bed. Alixanna immediately tries to scream, but the demon is faster, covering her mouth and nose with a slick black hand. The medic thrashes violently against the intruder and tries to pull him off, but his arm is covered in some kind of tar and she can't get a good grip. She tries to dig her fingernails in and at least hurt the son of a bitch, but the creature is unflinching. The demon's eyes bore into hers as the sludge begins to flow into her. If feels a lot like what Alixanna assumes drowning must feel like. All of the struggle runs out of the teen and the only thing she can focus on is trying to breathe. Her pulse is hammering in her ears and she can't see anything anymore. 'Calm down,' she tries to tell herself, her chest heaving as she inhales tiny, useless gasps. 'The human body can only go three minutes without air. That's what is going to kill you first.' It's this thought that prompts the doctor in training to inhale deeply against the black bile. 'Not enough.' Her hands flex futilely as she feels herself being moved. Alixanna can't remember where she is anymore. 'Not enough air. I'm going to lose consciousness within the next minute and a half.' Her calculations must have been off though, because their is a touch against her temple and she blacks out within thirty seconds. --- When she wakes up the second time, it is to the swaying of a moving carriage. Alixanna tries to move her hands only to realize that they've been bound behind her back. The brunette gives up almost instantly, relaxing against the straw and screwing her eyes closed. The teen has never felt more exhausted or weak. After she gets her breath back, Alixanna tries to take stock of the situation. 'Still barefoot,' she thinks as she wiggles her toes. 'Still in my nightclothes,' she accesses while shifting against the hay and feeling the familiar cotton texture or her nightgown move against her skin. 'Definitely not decent now. Mum would have a heart attack,' she giggles a little hysterically, on the brink of a breakdown. At least someone put a blanket over her. Thank the gods for small mercies.	Role/Class Bard's Son, the Leaf Singer Appearance Name Varric Dawnleaf/Age 18/Gender Trans Boy Personality: Varric is a bit of a mixed bag. He's certainly polite and treats people well, but, the thing is, he is a bit of an ass as well. If there's one thing he cares about, it's entertainment. And his mom, but more importantly, entertainment. He gets bored easily. So, he likes to stir some trouble on occasion. Maybe kick some valuable and watch as people go ballistic, just to return it later. Maybe punch a girl's but and make it seem like the guy next to him did it. He also tends to boast, about his deeds, and more than once has had to do some form of restitution. One thing in his favor is that, for all his false boasting and whatnot, Varric is ballsy. He doesn't seem to know what fear is. He once heard od dangerous bandits in the woods, and actively sought them out. After getting inevitably captured, he convinced them that he was the Mayor's daughter, and that if they sent word that they had him, then the Mayor would pay them. Since the mayor, and his actual daughter for that matter, we're kind of BADASS, this ended poorly for the bandits. Especially when bardmom got involved. As one may have noticed, Varric is a bit impulsive too. He tends to give exactly zero fucks about the consequences, until he has to face them. He sometimes does genuinely mean things, and only later realizes that, no, pinching that girl's butt and blaming someone else is NOT a harmless prank, but rather a very mean thing to do for both parties. He also loves to charm the ladies and gents. He can often be seen flirting with many dames and dudes, serenading and playing for them. That's the kind of guy he is. He is utterly shameless. There is another side to him, more sensitive. This only ever seems to come out when he is among nature, or making music. He loves to sing, and he loves to play the lute. He's good at it too, and knows it. Varric at his best is a charismatic leader with a rebellious streak and very interesting to have around. On a bad day, he is an unapologetic asshole who causes trouble and pisses people off. Bio Marion Dawnleaf lived a rather eventful life before she settled. Varric's mother, Marion, is actually quite the famous adventurer, and a lot of her stories are not so much legends as personal anecdotes. She has braved dark dungeons, slain a dragon, seduced a minor nature god, and, her proudest accomplishment, given birth to a beautiful boy. Mind you, she kept adventuring for a little while after "settling down" and getting the tavern. And like hell she would trust a babysitter with her child! Had to teach him the family business! Varric had a pretty awesome childhood, all told. Varric showed a talent for magic from an early age, and seemed to know it more intuitively than by learning. During his free time, he was quite the wildchild, going about in nature and causing trouble. The guard know him by name. Varric actually had quite the ideal life. His single mother raised him well enough, even if he is a bit of an ass. He has never wanted for anything, and was always provided for. Hell, even when he realized he was, well, a he, that was pretty simple. His mom didn't give a shit, and at that point everyone accepted Varric was a bit weird. Varric wants to do as his mom did, however, and start adventuring. She forbids it, due to the obvious danger involved, but he has found his own small scale adventures. The largest of which was him getting captured by bandits. He was lucky his mom had retained her adventuring skills, or else he could have died. Afterwards, she was livid with him. Varric was just finalizing his plans to skip town and find an adventuring group, when he found a flower in his bed... Weapon: Varric's Lute: Varric wields a modified wizard's..."staff". His mother had it specially crafted for him. The Lute enhances Varric's magic through him playing it, and is very durable. It also has a basic spell enchanted into it to allow Varric to turn sound into concussive force. It uses his own magical energy, and only disables a foe for a short time, a few seconds, but it is a very good way to get out of trouble. Skills: Charisma: Once you let Varric open his mouth, you have lost. Varric can talk his way out of anything, a trait he gets from his mother. Leafsong: Varric can use magic through music. His magic is more of a muscle than a skill, and the ways he's exercised it show. He is mostly good at ilusions and mobility, and as a combat mage he is nigh on useless. He can move around swiftly using the wind, and render himself almost invisible using a cloak of the wind. He can also cause leaves and petals to fly about himself for dramatic effect. Sneaky:Varric is one sneaky bastard, and is a master of hiding in plain sight. Despite his reputation, he still manages to be able to hide in a crowd. Nature Empath: Varric is a natural at traveling in nature. It's like nature itself tries to provide for him. Lockpicking: Varric took up this skill in order to be better at pranks. Other: Magic Vulnerability: As the very obvious son of a minor nature god and a powerful bard, Varric has inherited a sensitivity to magic. While obviously this endangers him to enemy casters, this does have some benefits, as he is also extra sensitive to positive magic. As a result, his mom is known as the only one who can catch him, as her magical skills can easily track and capture him.
50,191	1,348	32	324	1,204	Guinevere's intended peaceful morning had been whisked away alone with yesterday's. I really have no luck during the beginning of the day... First a dream killing flower had magically appeared on her pillow and now one of her close friends had disappeared. Thanks to being the daughter of the mayor, Guinevere was first to hear all the details. It wasn't long before she had established a plan. Sitting around waiting for search parties would drive her insane. No, of course she'd search for Alixanna herself. Due to Guinevere constantly visiting the clinic because of various wounds, the two had established a close friendship. She was actually the only female friend Guinevere had. Guinevere couldn't stay long around other girls her age with their talks of romance and marriage, she would go faint before long! Alixanna was not only extremely intelligent but kind as well, something Guinevere admired of her. After packing a bag of clothes, food, and other random supplies needed, Guinevere dressed in her armor and attached her sword at her hip. Just in case, Guinevere also wrote a note explaining her plan and not to worry for her father. If the man thought she had been kidnapped too, Guinevere didn't even want to think about it. It was just best to tell him she was fine. Signing it, Guinevere began the first part of her plan. Step one. Find Varric. What adventure wasn't complete without your best friend? Plus, Varric's magic, while annoying at times, was powerful and would be a great asset to the mission. Thankfully, Marion Dawnleaf had happily told Guinevere where Varric could be found, in fact, she had been a little too excited to tell her. Making her way to the tavern, Guinevere made sure to look like she belonged. Sneaking around town would only cause suspicious and it wouldn't be long before her father found out. She knew he'd eventually figure his daughter was missing but she just wanted that time to be after she had been long gone. Thanks to the current town meeting, the tavern was fairly and empty and not even Varric's mother was here. Extremely grateful, Guinevere walked up to Varric's room. "Varric?" She called out knocking on the door, "Your mom told me you were still sleeping, I'm coming in, okay?" She called out before swinging open the door and stepping into his room. Huge mistake. Instead of one man snoozing away, there were two. Neither wearing their nightclothes. "Oh my. Oh my. I didn't see anything, I... Oh god, I saw everything!" A red blush covered her entire face as she shut her eyes tight. Turning around, she raced straight to the door, hoping to escape this nightmare. Instead, she smashed her against the door and fell backwards, crashing to the floor. A spur of curses escaped her mouth. It wasn't surprsing to find Ezra with Varric, Marion had already hinted at them the night before but she hadn't expected to see them this close together-literally. This seriously wasn't happening. Please tell me this isn't real. Pinch me someone. Guinevere opened her eyes only to leave Varric's wretched bedroom, scarred for the rest of her live. New plan! New plan! Step one. Find Varric. Find Aldric.	Role/Class: The Mayor's Daughter Appearance: Name Guinevere Hart/18/Female Personality Guinevere craves for the feeling of adventure. Traveling across the world and defeating various evils is what fills her dreams at night. Staying in her home town forever frightens Guinevere and she would do anything to escape that future. While leaving her father will be the hardest thing in her life, she knows fulfilling her dream is what she needs to do. Hardworking and stubborn, Guinevere will never give up on sometimes she’s determine to do. Even if that something puts her danger, she’ll do whatever it takes. More often than not, Guinevere will worsen the situation but in the end, she’ll always set things right. Thanks to her long, hard hours of training, Guinevere has gained an incredible sense of patience. She can outwait anything or anyone. By being patient and calm, she tends to upset and startle multiple people though. Some of the townsman even play little games as to see how fast Guinevere can piss off the new resident. While Guinevere has a strong, feminine personality, she doesn’t have very many friends. By no means is she shy or frighten to speak to others for her bravery outshines none. Girls her age feel a little standoffish by her so Guinevere tends to stay back and hangs out with the guys. Guinevere has a terrible reputation for causing disasters. Wherever she goes, accidents seem to follow. She has a wild spirit that loves to have fun, even if that ‘fun’ means jumping on the roofs of the town. Countless people have scolded her for it, including her own father, but Guinevere just doesn’t seem to let up. When adventure calls, Guinevere must follow. Bio Born from generations of warriors, it was obvious Guinevere would have the same fighting spirit as her ancestors. From the moment she could walk, Guinevere was given a sword and learned the craft of swordsmanship. Unlike most girls in the town learning how to sew and take care of a household, she spent her time clashing swords with the boys. It wasn’t long before she gained a reputation for being a mighty warrior. There’s very few fighters who can keep up with Guinevere. Due to her passion for swords, Guinevere has an incredibly close bond with her father. They’ll often spend nights together, looking at the stars and discussing various adventurous stories they’ve both learned or even made up. Unfortunately, Guinevere spent so much time fighting, she was never able to establish a close relationship with her mother. While they both love each other, they just never connected the way a mother and daughter are supposed to. Countless admires have caught Guinevere’s eye, but she chooses to ignore anything to do with romance. The idea of falling in love seems terrifying to her. Any romance could lead to marriage, which would mean the destruction of her dream. So she runs from anyone who even dares winking at her. When it comes to battling monsters or villains, Guinevere is fearless and completely brave, but mention the word love and she’ll take off running for her life. Most of the men around the town are aware of her distaste for romance so they tend to back off. Of course that doesn’t stop them from talking about her when she isn’t around. Whenever she’s not holding a sword or eating like a complete glutton, Guinevere spends most of her free time snuggled up in a comfortable chair at the town’s library. She loves reading stories of other warriors and the struggles they’ve faced. Becoming one of the many heroes in legend fills her up with excitement. Weapon Guinevere carries around a single sword, a gift on her 16th birthday from her father. Shields are too heavy and boring for her, so she only uses them when absolutely necessary. Skills: Combat Queen: Guinevere is considered one of the best fighters in town. She can wield a sword like no other, with the exception of her father. She's not as strong as most men but uses her swift movement to outsmart and beat them. Bravery No one is braver than Guinevere, who is afraid of practically nothing (except marriage!). Leadership Like father, like daughter, Guinevere’s personality shines when things need done. She’s one of the few who steps up to the plate to establish a plan and determine the best solution. Athletic and Fit Sword fighting does the trick for putting you in shape. Guinevere will often spend time running around town to keep herself fit as well.
50,192	1,348	33	2,239	464	The Angar They had been walking for the better part of an hour- with each step the forest around them grew more gnarled within itself. The trees grew to monstrous heights in this part of the Angar- the roots jutted out of the ground to obscure the carts passage at times. Sunlight was scarce on the forest floor- splotlights of it scattered here and there- but the distances in between could make any traveller weary of what takes refuge in the dark. For the most part- their passage was met with little threat. The woman walked alongside the mule and scarcely paid any mind to her burden in the cart. She spoke to the mule every now and then- scolding it for being so careless with a rock or stopping to eat something. The cloak was obviously enchanted with illusion magic to obscure her features- one could see that she was beautiful- but could not remember the color of her eyes or the curve of her mouth. In fact- if one were to look away entirely- they would begin to forget her face altogether. Her voice was odd, also, for its accent changed often. She spoke like a royal of the north, then a peasant of the valley, only to then settle into the thick drawl of the coast. This, too, was due to the magic of her cloak to protect her identity. No doubt this was the reason for her companions departure- for his cloak did not carry the same benefits. Soon enough they were bathed in sunlight as they breached a clearing in the forest. It was small, merely the size of the cart itself, and was home to a thick blanket of flowers. The mule gorged itself on these as the woman turned toward the cart for the first time since departing. "Wake up, child." She commanded in the voice of courtly maiden in waiting. After a moment she snapped the blanket off of her and placed her hand on the girls face, the black bile reacted to her touch and slithered up her arm. The woman looked Alixanna over for any bruises. When she was satisified that the damage was minimum she spoke thus, "We are at the edge of the woodland. Beyond this point we will be entering the bog. It is here that my master sleeps. I will present you to him and he will judge you. Speak to him and he will bestow revelation upon you. But exercise caution- for his moods are tempestuous in nature." At this she walked back to her mule and draped his back with the blanket. They continued on for a few minutes until the forest began to fall away and the ground became soggier. Pools of water, stagnant and green, popped up here and there. "We have arrived." she announced before returning to Alixanna and guiding her off of the cart, to the edge of the water. With a finger her captor pointed off toward the center of the pool of water, "Look. He awaits us." Upon looking, one would have been unable to see whatever the woman saw, but then it moved. What had earlier been assumed to be a massive rock covered in moss- opened its eyes. The moss creature stood on all fours. Water dripped off of its fur and mane. The swamp lion parted its jaws as it looked hungrily at the women, "Witch.." The monsters voice was that of a demon. Deep and dry, with predatorial undertones. It was part snarl and part curse. The scylera of its eyes were black- the irises shined a flame umber. "My lord. My dread king." She called out to him, "I've brought another child. I believe this time- she is the one that you seek." The lion said nothing. It simply edged closed until its black nose was inches from Alixanna's face and its face filled her view, "Does my witch... speak the truth, child? Will your soul cleanse mine?" The woman beside Alixanna was in awe, "See for yourself. She is a healer. A pure child who works only to aid others." At this point the lion opened its eyes wide as it locked on to Alixanna's. They meant to hypnotize her as he spoke, "Yes. Yes I believe you are right. I can see her soul. I want it." He turned his gaze on the captor, who avoided his gaze, "Take her away and prepare her. Return her when she is ready." The cloaked woman bowed her head low, "Yes, dread king. In 3 days time, we shall return." And with that the lion returned to the depths of the bog, the water swallowing it up whole. The woman stood beside Alixanna now and looked at her, "I will give you a five minute headstart." She said, "My job here is done. Once you leave the bog then you are Ogars problem. He will be expecting you in my cart- but fear does a body good. And he's always been one for the chase." She turned away and climbed on to her mule, who begrudgingly began to trot on out of the bog. Leaving Alixanna amongst the weeping willows and croaking toads.	Ezra Audigarde/21/male(bi) He stands at 5'10 and weighs 140 lbs, his build is lean, with broad shoulders. His hair is short brown that curls about his ears . His eyes are a sharp green, almost jade. Personality: Please mind yourself around him- once you get him started he will not stop talking. He's quite the flirt- some times unnervingly so. Ezra moves about as if the world is his for the taking- which never really sits well with others. He has this problem where, if he sees something he likes, he'll go out of his way to have it (people included- actually especially people). But past this annoying disposition he isn't that bad... Oh wait, no theres more actually. Something is most certainly off about Ezra. Yes, he's little talkative and pushy and maybe he has the habit of getting sidetracked in conversations- but its not only these things. Ezra's kinda... crazy. No, honestly, the guy is an adrenaline junkie. Never never dare him- because he will do it. It's like he was never born with the capacity to feel fear. He's prone to outbursts and can become explosively angry when triggered (note: mentioning his father). Although that's him at his worst. Most of the time he's smiling and joking away with complete strangers. He expresses complete interest when people talk about themselves- because he truly wants to know about those around him. The man is a daydreamer and- especially on rainy days- he can be found napping in some odd place. His default laidback (read: lazy) attitude gets him negative cred from the townsfolk. They see him as a troublemaker and often whisper about his mental instability behind their hands. He knows what they think of him but it doesn't bother him. The opinions of others don't put food on his table or clothe him- so its none of his concern. Bio: Born in the valley city of Pax- a city of wealth and squallor, known for its lavish way of life viewed by outsiders as grossly excessive. Ezra's mother was a prostitute and for the majority of his life he thought his father was just a lonely businessman. Growing up in the brothel wasn't as horrible as one might think. In fact, he holds only fond memories of that time in his life, of course save for a few incidents here and there- plus the occasional beating. The women there were all affectionate and protective toward him- honestly it was like having a house full of moms- which was alright by his oblivious younger self. 12 yearold boys in brothels start to attract the really disgusting types- and to protect her son from any harm his mother decided to send her boy to his father. Now, isn't that every whore's sons dream? To meet the father that they dreamt of at night and daydreamed of during their scoldings and beatings and when nasty customers came by. Ezra was a wreck when he walked all three miles on his own out of Pax's red district- into a neighborhood of botanical gardens and houses of dukes and lords. He didn't want to meet his father- the only outcome of this would to be sent away like a dog. He knew this because he wasn't the only child born in the brothel. He wasn't the first or last to be sent to their fathers house. His half sister opened the door. She was younger than him. Her name was Eithne. She knew exactly who he was because they shared the same green eyes. Their father fainted and Ezra knew at once that he would never come to love this man. He was barely in that house for a week before Ezra was packed off to Pax's local Academy. Here he was drilled to become a soldier for the capital. He lasted seven years before he "dropped out", which is code for his being framed for something he didn't do. Eithne visited him at the Academy during his stay there and she soon became the only friend he ever had. They read stories to one another and wrote to each other when they were apart. She was brilliant and she was kind- a complete contrast to Ezra's aggressive and unhinged personality. But she loved him- she loved him so readily that it burdened him sometimes. Like when he would fight in the yard with the other academymen grunts- he never went too far because her voice always rang through his head. Anyways when she learned of his being banished from the Academy she married some noble asshat named Ceril Balfont. The Balfont's extended a pardon to Ezra but he didn't want it because he knew what it really was. His sister had sacrificed her happiness just to give him a second chance at being something. He was sick with guilt. So sick that he (long story short) almost convinced Eithne to run off with him to Vale (he had contacts there and it was such a small, quiet town. They could rebuild their lives there) but it was much too late for her. In fact his father caught word and almost killed him for almost ruining Eithne's marriage to such a powerful figure head. Ezra resents how he was now the only one benefiting from their misery. He came to Vale only a year ago- since he'd spent his time hopping around from city to city in the Valley only to end up a bandits lackey for a few months in the Angar. He stumbled on Vale by accident and met up with his "contact" another Academy drop out. Weapon Pole staff. Its retractable and can easily be hidden in a pocket. Sturdy and simple- he won it in a game of cards. Dagger. Never leave your house without one strapped to your ankle. Skills -Moderate Combat Training. Thank you, Academy. -Street smarts. Thank you, Pax's red district. -Moderate survival. Thank you, those few months spent out in the Angar. -Good looks. Thanks mom. Other -Audigarde is a bastards name. - He lives in a small cabin with Gada, a woman he often mentions but no one really ever sees. Gada Malvodar/21/female(bi) She stands at 5'7 and weighs 115 lbs. Her appearance may seem frail but she is anything but. Gada's a red head that often keeps her hair up in braids, often tied back with jewlery. She has rune tattoos between her breasts, under her chin, behind her ears, and on her feet that provide her with magic energy for quick spell casting. Her eyes are an unnatural yellow. Personality: Bio: Weapon -A spire staff. It has a pointy end that she often threatens to shove up Ezra's ass. Skills -Summoning: Gada specializes in summoning magic. Its a dark art that requires sacrifices. -Apothecary: She knows her way around the - Other
50,193	1,348	34	1,641	929	Alixanna flinched when the blanket was pulled off, trying to shy away from the other presence. Before the medic could completely recoil, a hand covered her face and the toxic sludge retreated. The process left her gasping greedily as her lungs were finally able to draw in unobstructed breaths once more. When her pupils had contracted enough for Alixanna to be able to focus, the brunette tried to take in her captor. 'Gorgeous,' her mind supplied, unhelpfully. She couldn't quite pin down the details of her face. 'Must be magic,' the doctor's daughter thought as her captor looked her over. Alixanna swallowed hard as the other told her that they are going to see her master. Then the wagon began to move again and the healer was left to stare up at the tree tops. They continue like this for a while, until they stopped and the woman returned. She untied Alixanna’s feet, but left her hands bound before leading her out of the back of the cart, her grip surprisingly gentle. “Look. He awaits us,” her captor said, voice changing timbre as she gestured to the center of the bog. Alixanna shifted her gaze to the middle of swamp and didn't see anything at first. “Wha--,” the teen started to ask, her voice still scratchy, but then she saw it, a beast that stood as tall as a man, covered in the marshland’s foliage and its jowls parted, revealing yellowed and impossibly sharp teeth. ’God’s have mercy,’ she thought, transfixed by the monster. It spoke to the other woman, but the only words that registered were ‘dread king’. The lion drew closer, his snout almost pressed against her face as he asked, "Does my witch... speak the truth, child? Will your soul cleanse mine?" Alixanna stared into the creature’s eyes and reflected in the evil orbs were only death and misery. The medic trembled. The witch said something else and the dread king’s eyes widened, pinning Alixanna where she stood. A wave of nausea fell over her and Alixanna’s mind was filled with images of the lion feasting on young maidens and crushing the skulls of children in his hideous jaws, all while they were still crying for their mothers. The beast looked away and Alixanna bit her lip so hard to keep from screaming that she could taste blood. The dread king disappeared into the bog’s depths and the cloaked woman said, "I will give you a five minute headstart." Alixanna waited until the woman and her cart are almost out of sight, trying to even out her breathing so she didn't pass out. ’I’ll never out run anybody like this,’ she thought, her toes flexing in the damp clay. ’Barefoot, hands tied, and this nightdress is like a gods damn beacon,’ Alixanna sneered down at the nightgown as if it were to blame for this situation. Disoriented, Alixanna picked a direction and started walking, struggling to be brisk and keep her balance at the same time. A broken tree branch scratched her bicep and she hissed, glancing down at the torn material of her sleeve and the blood that flowed from the small wound. She felt the warm buzz of her magic as her skin glowed a pale gold and started to knit together, but the blood was still vibrant against the white of her nightdress. It gave her an idea. Alixanna rammed her shoulder as hard as she could against the sharp point of the broken branch, forcing it to pierce her flesh and create a deep gorge. “Hurhg,” she hummed through the pain, concentrating on stopping the magic that naturally bubbled forth to stop the bleeding. “The rangers can’t miss this,” she murmured as she ran the injured shoulder over the trunk of a willow tree, leaving behind a smear of blood. This Ogar person would surely see it too, but they were going to catch her anyways. Alixanna continued walking; smearing her blood over every tree and bush she passed by.	Role/Class Bard's Son, the Leaf Singer Appearance Name Varric Dawnleaf/Age 18/Gender Trans Boy Personality: Varric is a bit of a mixed bag. He's certainly polite and treats people well, but, the thing is, he is a bit of an ass as well. If there's one thing he cares about, it's entertainment. And his mom, but more importantly, entertainment. He gets bored easily. So, he likes to stir some trouble on occasion. Maybe kick some valuable and watch as people go ballistic, just to return it later. Maybe punch a girl's but and make it seem like the guy next to him did it. He also tends to boast, about his deeds, and more than once has had to do some form of restitution. One thing in his favor is that, for all his false boasting and whatnot, Varric is ballsy. He doesn't seem to know what fear is. He once heard od dangerous bandits in the woods, and actively sought them out. After getting inevitably captured, he convinced them that he was the Mayor's daughter, and that if they sent word that they had him, then the Mayor would pay them. Since the mayor, and his actual daughter for that matter, we're kind of BADASS, this ended poorly for the bandits. Especially when bardmom got involved. As one may have noticed, Varric is a bit impulsive too. He tends to give exactly zero fucks about the consequences, until he has to face them. He sometimes does genuinely mean things, and only later realizes that, no, pinching that girl's butt and blaming someone else is NOT a harmless prank, but rather a very mean thing to do for both parties. He also loves to charm the ladies and gents. He can often be seen flirting with many dames and dudes, serenading and playing for them. That's the kind of guy he is. He is utterly shameless. There is another side to him, more sensitive. This only ever seems to come out when he is among nature, or making music. He loves to sing, and he loves to play the lute. He's good at it too, and knows it. Varric at his best is a charismatic leader with a rebellious streak and very interesting to have around. On a bad day, he is an unapologetic asshole who causes trouble and pisses people off. Bio Marion Dawnleaf lived a rather eventful life before she settled. Varric's mother, Marion, is actually quite the famous adventurer, and a lot of her stories are not so much legends as personal anecdotes. She has braved dark dungeons, slain a dragon, seduced a minor nature god, and, her proudest accomplishment, given birth to a beautiful boy. Mind you, she kept adventuring for a little while after "settling down" and getting the tavern. And like hell she would trust a babysitter with her child! Had to teach him the family business! Varric had a pretty awesome childhood, all told. Varric showed a talent for magic from an early age, and seemed to know it more intuitively than by learning. During his free time, he was quite the wildchild, going about in nature and causing trouble. The guard know him by name. Varric actually had quite the ideal life. His single mother raised him well enough, even if he is a bit of an ass. He has never wanted for anything, and was always provided for. Hell, even when he realized he was, well, a he, that was pretty simple. His mom didn't give a shit, and at that point everyone accepted Varric was a bit weird. Varric wants to do as his mom did, however, and start adventuring. She forbids it, due to the obvious danger involved, but he has found his own small scale adventures. The largest of which was him getting captured by bandits. He was lucky his mom had retained her adventuring skills, or else he could have died. Afterwards, she was livid with him. Varric was just finalizing his plans to skip town and find an adventuring group, when he found a flower in his bed... Weapon: Varric's Lute: Varric wields a modified wizard's..."staff". His mother had it specially crafted for him. The Lute enhances Varric's magic through him playing it, and is very durable. It also has a basic spell enchanted into it to allow Varric to turn sound into concussive force. It uses his own magical energy, and only disables a foe for a short time, a few seconds, but it is a very good way to get out of trouble. Skills: Charisma: Once you let Varric open his mouth, you have lost. Varric can talk his way out of anything, a trait he gets from his mother. Leafsong: Varric can use magic through music. His magic is more of a muscle than a skill, and the ways he's exercised it show. He is mostly good at ilusions and mobility, and as a combat mage he is nigh on useless. He can move around swiftly using the wind, and render himself almost invisible using a cloak of the wind. He can also cause leaves and petals to fly about himself for dramatic effect. Sneaky:Varric is one sneaky bastard, and is a master of hiding in plain sight. Despite his reputation, he still manages to be able to hide in a crowd. Nature Empath: Varric is a natural at traveling in nature. It's like nature itself tries to provide for him. Lockpicking: Varric took up this skill in order to be better at pranks. Other: Magic Vulnerability: As the very obvious son of a minor nature god and a powerful bard, Varric has inherited a sensitivity to magic. While obviously this endangers him to enemy casters, this does have some benefits, as he is also extra sensitive to positive magic. As a result, his mom is known as the only one who can catch him, as her magical skills can easily track and capture him.
50,194	1,348	35	1,641	929	When Varric entered the main floor of the tavern, there was drama bubbling. He yawned and stretched. He had just spent about five minutes listening to a story by Ezra. A rather silly story about a contessa street fighter who apparently gained the love of two minor nobles by drop kicking a shark. Varric wondered about Ezra, then. For a little while they had kinda...skirted the line. I mean, of course they fucked. Varric was pretty sure he'd made Ezra's lips bleed, Varric STILL wasn't walking straight, and Varric's whole neck was just one giant hickey, as did Ezra. But actual emotion? Varric liked Ezra. The man was his friend. He genuinely cared about him. But...it was the same issue with the flowers. Varric didn't WANT to settle down. Maybe someday, but he had years till that would be okay. From the chaos, Varric learned that Alixanna was missing. Varric quickly thought back. After a moment, he frowned. This wasn't one of his pranks. He wasn't going to turn Alixanna invisible until tomorrow. Oh Sweet Petal Princes. He formed a plan. Step One, Find Guinevere	Role/Class Bard's Son, the Leaf Singer Appearance Name Varric Dawnleaf/Age 18/Gender Trans Boy Personality: Varric is a bit of a mixed bag. He's certainly polite and treats people well, but, the thing is, he is a bit of an ass as well. If there's one thing he cares about, it's entertainment. And his mom, but more importantly, entertainment. He gets bored easily. So, he likes to stir some trouble on occasion. Maybe kick some valuable and watch as people go ballistic, just to return it later. Maybe punch a girl's but and make it seem like the guy next to him did it. He also tends to boast, about his deeds, and more than once has had to do some form of restitution. One thing in his favor is that, for all his false boasting and whatnot, Varric is ballsy. He doesn't seem to know what fear is. He once heard od dangerous bandits in the woods, and actively sought them out. After getting inevitably captured, he convinced them that he was the Mayor's daughter, and that if they sent word that they had him, then the Mayor would pay them. Since the mayor, and his actual daughter for that matter, we're kind of BADASS, this ended poorly for the bandits. Especially when bardmom got involved. As one may have noticed, Varric is a bit impulsive too. He tends to give exactly zero fucks about the consequences, until he has to face them. He sometimes does genuinely mean things, and only later realizes that, no, pinching that girl's butt and blaming someone else is NOT a harmless prank, but rather a very mean thing to do for both parties. He also loves to charm the ladies and gents. He can often be seen flirting with many dames and dudes, serenading and playing for them. That's the kind of guy he is. He is utterly shameless. There is another side to him, more sensitive. This only ever seems to come out when he is among nature, or making music. He loves to sing, and he loves to play the lute. He's good at it too, and knows it. Varric at his best is a charismatic leader with a rebellious streak and very interesting to have around. On a bad day, he is an unapologetic asshole who causes trouble and pisses people off. Bio Marion Dawnleaf lived a rather eventful life before she settled. Varric's mother, Marion, is actually quite the famous adventurer, and a lot of her stories are not so much legends as personal anecdotes. She has braved dark dungeons, slain a dragon, seduced a minor nature god, and, her proudest accomplishment, given birth to a beautiful boy. Mind you, she kept adventuring for a little while after "settling down" and getting the tavern. And like hell she would trust a babysitter with her child! Had to teach him the family business! Varric had a pretty awesome childhood, all told. Varric showed a talent for magic from an early age, and seemed to know it more intuitively than by learning. During his free time, he was quite the wildchild, going about in nature and causing trouble. The guard know him by name. Varric actually had quite the ideal life. His single mother raised him well enough, even if he is a bit of an ass. He has never wanted for anything, and was always provided for. Hell, even when he realized he was, well, a he, that was pretty simple. His mom didn't give a shit, and at that point everyone accepted Varric was a bit weird. Varric wants to do as his mom did, however, and start adventuring. She forbids it, due to the obvious danger involved, but he has found his own small scale adventures. The largest of which was him getting captured by bandits. He was lucky his mom had retained her adventuring skills, or else he could have died. Afterwards, she was livid with him. Varric was just finalizing his plans to skip town and find an adventuring group, when he found a flower in his bed... Weapon: Varric's Lute: Varric wields a modified wizard's..."staff". His mother had it specially crafted for him. The Lute enhances Varric's magic through him playing it, and is very durable. It also has a basic spell enchanted into it to allow Varric to turn sound into concussive force. It uses his own magical energy, and only disables a foe for a short time, a few seconds, but it is a very good way to get out of trouble. Skills: Charisma: Once you let Varric open his mouth, you have lost. Varric can talk his way out of anything, a trait he gets from his mother. Leafsong: Varric can use magic through music. His magic is more of a muscle than a skill, and the ways he's exercised it show. He is mostly good at ilusions and mobility, and as a combat mage he is nigh on useless. He can move around swiftly using the wind, and render himself almost invisible using a cloak of the wind. He can also cause leaves and petals to fly about himself for dramatic effect. Sneaky:Varric is one sneaky bastard, and is a master of hiding in plain sight. Despite his reputation, he still manages to be able to hide in a crowd. Nature Empath: Varric is a natural at traveling in nature. It's like nature itself tries to provide for him. Lockpicking: Varric took up this skill in order to be better at pranks. Other: Magic Vulnerability: As the very obvious son of a minor nature god and a powerful bard, Varric has inherited a sensitivity to magic. While obviously this endangers him to enemy casters, this does have some benefits, as he is also extra sensitive to positive magic. As a result, his mom is known as the only one who can catch him, as her magical skills can easily track and capture him.
50,195	1,348	36	2,091	3,332	-Laciel Lenssed- Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Laciel had awoken from a tranquil slumber fraught with heavenly dreams and delightful ideas before waking up. This left him in a rather satisfied mood as he popped his neck, allowing the gas withithey ligaments to escape. He let out a soft yawn as he stared out the window, a new day was about to be born as the crack on the horizon danced with magnificent little red flames. It was rather early for most, but to him he was a tinge bit late on performing his daily duties. The boy went to work, preparing himself for the new day, throwing on his clothes after cleaning up, all with creating breakfast. After creating his share and eating it, he sought to make his own mother a warm meal once she woke up as it would be rather pleasant for her to fill her belly. With that said and done, the boy set to work on his usual endeavors, hammering away to meld the mettle metal into a new form stromg enough to either slice or smash. Laciel stared down the glowing form as he whistled the song that Varric had sung yesterday after the rather awkward encounter. He did enjoy the legends and ballads though as it quelled his thirst and left his mind saturated. As the boy worked at the glowing forge in the early recesses, he wiped some of the sweat off of his face with a familiar rag that appeared gray in tint and worn out. With a solemn sigh, he continued to hammer away at the dangerous new creation. As he forged new weapons, giving life to unliving things from the earth, the boy could only ponder on the possibilities of the path Guinevere and Varric were going down. As he silently worked in wonder, he was unaware of a tragedy that befell the village and in due time he would come to know of it. Before he knew it, his ignorance became apparent but dispersed into the remaining mist in a stroke of time as he found himself in the midst of people within the tavern, his mother occupying the same space. Normally he would either be reading up on tales of old or nonfiction books, maybe doing a bit of shopping or lurking around but this was a rather serial moment. His eyes darted around the tavern with a morbid curiosity as he studied the area inconspicuously. The air around seemed tense and invoked a sense of peculiar mystification of some mysterious unwelcomed wonder. The Doctor didn't fair too well either as he appeared to be a horrid mess and seemed to tremble with anguish. The mayor didn't speak a lick and people were at it, chattering away at the myriads of possibilities, ranging from realistic ideas to otherworldly rumors that friends would speak of. "This whole crowd seems excitable and on the brink of almost going haywire on trying to find Ali. If I can recall, I've seen a few men here whole pledged their love to the young woman all while I was testing a bulk of her concoctions... I think I threw up on one of them in the process of testing one of them. All in all, not the point - she is my friend and... and I can't just leave her to rot. She has performed so much for the town and has earned a lot of love from many. I know my mother may deem it dangerous, but I need to assist in finding her some how." As the boy let the buds of determination sprout as he listened to the mayors everlasting words, beseaching the whole village about the search for a lost girl. The man lacked any sort of clue or idea to where she was stolen away to, he began organizing search parties in preperation for searching for her. The store would be most likely busy after this as the mass of people appeared even more frantic after the end of a rousing speech. All in all, it would be a nightmare to leave the forge for a second, but thankfully they locked up before heading there... well, he did since bandits would probably become opportunists in the next couple of minutes if ever learning of the group of people amassing in one area, leaving a few places vurnerable. In short, they all became open to any sort of a bus in due part to the organized panic. In short, if someone didn't calm the place down it might turn into an organized lynching of sorts with a destructive mob mentality until Alixiannas return. "Uhm, I know it's going to possibly be a busy day mother, but i'm going to take off from working at the forge for tbe day and assist in searching for any lingering clues that the perpatrators could of left. The quicker we can find Alixianna, the quicker chance that she will come back to her parents arms... Apologies, but I can't just abandon her..." As the boy timidly spoke to his mother, he didn't seem to lack determination in his voice. If anything, he had an idea of who might of seen something out of the ordinary last night, but he needed to ready up for this grueling task he would discretely task part in before seeing Illya. The boy pivoted around as he looked downwards at the wooden bellow as he strode out of the general area. In short, he hoped his mother would understand why he was going to take such drastic actions on the off chance he was discovered by her after his plotting. In the next few seconds, he broke into a dash for the forge, passing the many people who were in a sense of panic. Upon reaching the forge, he unlocked the door and made a mad dash upstairs into his room, the cogs in his head still spinning. Lying in wait in a corner was his attire for going into battle, or so he would of done if his mother didn't stop him consistently. Thankfully, the manniquen didn't need to use if for the worth while and now it just wpuldn't be consigned to a life of decor or sparring. The same went for his personalized greatsword which hung on a rack above his collection of books. Being as careful as he could, the boy stood on the tips of his toes as he carefully slipped his hand onto the hilt of the blade before bringing it to his level. With everything gathered into one place, he began to suit up as quick as he could. "Hopefully Illya doesn't mind me coming on in dressed like this... even more so her mother." As the boy finished his preparations, he slid the huge sword into the sheath located on the back of his armor before stepping out of his home. With a few coins, a key to his home, and everything else, he closed the place off and began his journey to the Thieves Landing, in search of information his friend might of had from last night if she was out on one of her heists... heck, maybe he could coax her an recruit her to help, even though he further feared for her safety if he was to include her.	Name: Laciel Lenssed Age: 18 Height: 6"1' Personality: A rather quiet and rather to himself sort of boy is not much one for words, or really anything revolving around talking since he is rather nervous about spouting the wrong thing along with having a bit of social anxiety. He isn't too headstrong and is rather thoughtful than rushing into the fray, despite having his mothers blood in him. He takes after his father in this sense by staying vigilant and alert to any danger coming near. However, back on the topic of talking to others. Due to being confined to the forge a lot, he doesn't exactly have people skills. Laciel has watched others speak to try and better himself, however it is unknown how soon he will improve. Even with these drawbacks, ever since he was of a young age, Laciel held an innate curiosity of the world about him. He would always search for a way to study, even if it meant his mother scolding him for doing something reckless. If he becomes curious, it may overlap with his thoughtful side when weighing the odds. Usually his decisions are right most of the time, but sometimes they are less than desired results... such as the time he almost got killed by a bear. Thankfully his mother is a lot more fearsome than the bear and promptly caused it to flee, however being "fierce" is something he is lacking in with his supposedly decrepit appearance. The boy has an immense dislike for being tied down to one path and prefers to choose his own way. Since his mother is often fearful of whatever dangers he might have to face, she is overprotective of him which gets old pretty quickly. He feels the need to speak out against her and how his mother is one step in front of him to make his troubles fleeting... Even with her other activities, she managed to keep a keen eye on him and is rather frustrated about being hounded on consistently. He finds it rather difficult to tell her off since it's difficult to locate a mean bone in his body. Even the best doctors around couldn't even find one if they tried... Even with these limitations, he does have a breaking point and one can only hope it isn't broken. Bio: "Laciel is a lot like his father I'll tell ya! Scholarly, curious... and a wee bit stubborn to boot." - Leslie Lenssed Hailing from a long line of scholars and blacksmiths, Laciel was born into a trade that would possibly consume his life and revolve around him consistently... if he wasn't so adverse to not being coaxed into the path of the forge. Ever since he was of a ripe age, he was always working beside his mother at the forge and at night would listen to his fathers encounters when traveling with her prior to them settling down in Vale eventually. Such tales fraught with excitement and mysteries attracted him, but most of all the delight of new knowledge that he could become enlighten with. The dream felt so far away to him, but he was determined to make it a reality and gain the wisdom of those before him. His life outside the house was less than spectacular than the stories spoke of by his father as he spent most of his time around the forge and less around the children. He grew close to his mother as he observed her conjure up weapons with her vitality. Over time he began to properly forge weapons for others, easily taking over his mothers spot when she went off hunting with father or in bed with a hangover after drinking myriads of men Laciel couldn't count (father included) under the table. It was annoying at first, but eventually he became accustomed to her less than stellar and boisterous habits. When he is allowed off from the forge for working a tinge bit too hard, either Laciel pursues knowledge in his free time from the library, his assortment of books, or his father himself. His father expresses a lot of joy for taking interests in his path, but feels the need for leaving cryptic messages for Laciel to figure out. Once he figures out his fathers riddles he becomes ecstatic at his sons ability to properly comprehend his meanings whether it be physical in a sense or metaphorical. After figured out, he would spend a long time with his son, lecturing him and teaching him new things he had never known about before. These times allowed to bond with his father which he rarely had time for since he was usually out reliving his mystical tales through providing for the family. The other times he doesn't get the chance, he is seen by others hanging out in the library studying his days away while others train and enjoy their days in the sunlight. He was often teased by others for being so engrossed in books and was never seen training. Despite these stinging words, he took private lessons from his mother who demonstrated her skills which dazzled him. He often would test his mettle against his mother and other challengers, either failing or succeeding with his prior knowledge gained through his spars with Leslie. This only continued to fuel the desire for paving his own path. One day, his father left without leaving a trace or warning with the exception of a simple letter created with a cryptic message which befuddled his mother. The two were bothered by two completely different reasons, his mother who became worried over his fathers disappearance due to the dangers which most likely were in wait. Laciel became worried over the measures she would go to when becoming very overprotective for another, coming to the conclusion of what sacrifices she would make to safeguard what she dearly loves. This lead to his mother keep a closer grip and keener eye on son after the event which began to slightly suffocate him with the ever impending presence. He rarely could stray too far, but he wanted to travel to bring his father back due to a paltry rumor that caused a ruckus over his family... although he did also find it slightly interesting since it offered something he knew and loved all too well. Other than that, he often attempted to make talk with the other children after watching them make contact with one another. He hadn't really socialize with people other than the exceptional few he would come upon. However, when the event arose to gain a new friend, he ran off to "get to work at the forge." Laciel found himself being consistently beat up mentally through this as he became annoyed at his inability to form a long lasting friendship with another. At the age of eighteen, his sword-skills and smithery have made his mother and him known as the dynamic duo of forging in the village as they continued to make weapons with infallible craftsmanship, with the exception of a few times due to a few mistakes, some of which from his mother, Leslie. From what he could tell, she was still bothered by his fathers leave, even after the two years that flew by before his very eyes. It was seemingly becoming worse as she began to fret a bit more, little by little. It was difficult to notice to the naked eye but she could easily hide her sorrows from others, with the exception of Laciel who began to constantly worry over her well-being since the stress was possibly getting to her in both ways. Along with her becoming perturbed, his social skills were still lacking horribly as he struggled to develop them over the years. That was the only thing that ever continued to dull over the years, until of course he was greeted by an enigmatic letter signed by his father lying on his bed. This one made even less sense than before and made him wrack his brains over more than before to understand it. Laciel did ponder upon the letter, but he hasn't found an answer, yet for the most part... A mithril longsword specially crafted by Laciel himself at a tender age which was considered almost a bit difficult to wield at his age and had assistance from his mother when making it. It's rather large and difficult for most people to properly wield, however thanks to the inherited strength, he seems to possess the vital strength to use the weapon. It has an engraving above the guard of it with two L's side by side. Skills: Mimic: With a thirst for procuring wisdom, he has the ability to properly mimic others fighting styles to put them at a roadblock. Even with a simple longsword, he can almost properly copy another. If he managed to wield the same weapon, then they could be in loads of trouble. Counter: Once he properly learns of a person and their fighting style he can turn the tables and swiftly use their own strategy against them, or come up with a new one to easily fall them. Endurance and Fortitude: Training with others and mainly his mother has left more than a fair amount of bruises and cuts. However, such endeavors that he has endured have caused him to toughen up and become formidable in combat which can cause major surprised to others who don't expect him to be able to properly jump into the fray. Laciel also has his mothers unrivaled strength which was nurtured over spars and losses into the budding blacksmith he is today. Watchful Eye: Laciel has spent a lot of time sneaking away from the stray eyes of Leslie, allowing him to get a taste of nature. Not only can he analyze the area around him, but he can keep up with any inconsistencies in his line of sight as if it was childs play. However, keeping an eye on his environment isn't the only thing he can extort to his advantage. Scholarly Mind: Laciel spends as much time in the books as he does in the forge. He keeps a whole library in the room containing him and will often become sleep deprived to procure knowledge. His love for knowledge allows him to gain information quicker and dispense them to others that he feels that could put this knowledge to use. An example is his knowledge of the forge and his power to easily create wonders. Even so, he won't hesitate to use such a thing to his advantage for his own reasons.
50,196	1,348	37	2,622	3,554	Illya Vance The mist rolled over the forest floor, mottled shades of grey and green, heavy and dense though the young woman sat in a tree above the deep grey fog that terrified the village she couldn’t see. Earlier that night Illya had left for the manse not far from the village where a young lord was staying and having sent for her though it wasn’t for what she had been expecting. He’d wanted sex, which she wasn’t opposed to giving, but not a death for his gold. He’d seen her and asked if she would go to the capital with him and her response, as it always was with men, was a laugh and snide remark. She had been there and won, learned and killed what could easily have mounted to thousands of innocents and guilty alike without as much as batting an eye. It wasn’t what she’d expected; the young lord was stronger than he looked and it was the early reaches of dawn that she had been able to leave, having snuck out while he was sleeping with his gold in her pocket and a note on his bedside table. He really would have to try harder if he wanted her all to himself. After an hour or so of walking she had come closer to the village, dressed not in her armor but a black and violet silk and velvet dress that she had been gifted a year before, since it had been a meeting and not a mission tonight though it didn’t last long as she saw the fog beginning to roll in and knew the tales the villagers told about the green mist. She climbed above the bank in one of the many trees of the Angar, leafy and easily hiding the small rogue from sight while she crouched in one of the many branches. Too bad it ruined the hem of her dress and scratched up her bare legs and arms; the outfit wasn’t exactly appropriate for the townsfolk though her clientele seemed to like it. The fog rolled in below her and rolled out just the same without her having seen a single thing inside it though she heard the sound of a carriage and a muffled cry though it could easily have been anyone from the village. Little did she know it was poor little Alixianna that they had been kidnapping while the young woman crouched in the bows of the tree branches. When the fog finally rolled away and burned off in the morning light, Illya dropped down onto the dry leaves and twigs to find a pair of carriage tracks driving away from her though, unlike most other people in the town, she did not follow them – she was being paid. With a huff she stepped away from the tree and headed off toward her home again though, like the day before, there was someone waiting for her. This time though, it was a friendly face instead of one who continued to try to sleep with her. “Laciel? What are you doing at my house?” Illya stood not too far from where he was walking, her arms crossed beneath her chest and an eyebrow raised in question as she looked at the blacksmith’s son. He was taller than her normally, even though he was relatively small for a male around here but given the greatsword on his back and her experience with him she knew that he was stronger than he looked. It was strange because he may have been one of the few boys she’d met that didn’t try to seduce her or buy her; instead he cared enough to try to sway her from her current path of life even though it was all she cared enough to know. The hem of her dress was torn and hung around her knees, swishing lightly as her hips slipped to the side teasingly while her pale arms were cut in a few places though there was one nasty gash on her left calf that she hadn’t bothered to try to cover up at all.	Illya Vance Thief’s Daughter – Rogue Assassin Below average height at five foot, two inches and weighing in at just under 7 stones, Illya is a thin girl with a good amount of muscle on her. Small feet and still shapely with a womanly figure. Healthy, with eyes the colour of storm clouds. Age Nine and Ten years Gender Female – Heterosexual Weapon(s) Mithril Dagger -Stolen by her mother and given to her when she turned ten-and-two. It is of dwarven make as mithril can only be mined or worked by the dwarves- Steel Sword -A hand-and-a-half sword she found buried in her mothers’ things- Recurve Bow -Built for hunting, this bow is one who has seen more human deaths than those of animals- Skills Assassinate -If she can get close enough without being spotted, and manage a successful attack, Illya may instantly kill her target with a fatal blow- Become Shadows -With her ability to blend in she may become invisible to the untrained eye, melding with the shadows around her. This combined with her Assassinate ability, make her the perfect stealth attacker- Shadow Step -A passive skill, Illya makes no sound when she walks unless she thinks about it. This also applies to the rest of her body. She makes no noise when she moves, allowing her to sneak up on almost anyone- Sleight of Hand -With practiced ease, the thief may slip a hand inside another pocket, through their bag or make something seemingly vanish into thin air- Acrobatics -After years of practice, she had developed the ease to climb high on next to nothing, to jump and enhances her flexibility to near contortionist levels- Personality Illya has never been one to talk to others, nor share her secrets with them, instead allowing herself to become the distant image by the wall that few would ever really remember. Unemotional and detached, she is cold as ice when it comes to dealing with her target or victims, though when she needs to she can put on the perfect mask and act her way with a flawless facsimile of real emotion. She’s apathetic and rhythmic, with little deviation from how she does things. On the other hand, she is prone to sudden fits of unpredictability or rage, leaving her to do things out of her usual patterns. This has landed her in trouble before, though the person there with the anger is buried deep within her. Biography Illya was raised away from town, taught most by her mother and learning the rest on her own adventures in and around town. The people there were well aware of what her mother was, though if she stole from them they never noticed or could never prove that it was really her and from that reputation people began to believe that the daughter would be much like Marideth was. From a young age Illya was subject to the scorn and distrust of the people in town, hated even by some and the villagers children didn’t treat her any better having learned from their parents that she wasn’t someone to talk to or trust. She became secluded, locking away her own emotions when the bullies came to harass her and over time she became a being of nothingness with little to drive her onward. By the time she was seven she could easily be described as an emotionless thing rather than a human child. Worse even, she was raised without a father, so only her mother – young and having given birth when she was merely sixteen – was left to raise her. She started watching, observing and soon she began to learn all she could and started stealing from the villagers without them even noticing it; her hands became quick and her face began to show a smile again, though little of it was real. She was satisfied with stealing from the village, up until she’d left home for several months once and gone on to a large city where she came face to face with a master assassin. In the time she was gone, the village had thought her moved away and gone for good, but she was learning even more, but this time it was how to be the perfect assassin. The first mark she killed was a young noble man, wanted dead for the affair he was having with a powerful man’s wife and earned herself a pretty pouch of gold before returning home to her mother and the village that shunned her. People questioned why she left in the first place, though she never gave much than a need to see the big city to their faces but Merideth new the first time she saw the pouch of gold on her daughter. The woman had never had much teaching ability to begin with, and few maternal instincts but she was against Illya learning her trade, instead allowing her to buy what she needed regardless of her daughters protests. Why should I act like something I’m not? Why not prove them right and make them regret passing such early judgement? She’d really left because she needed space and someone to really learn from, a Master to show her which way to go to reach her fullest potential. She’d found him too and came back to show her mother exactly what she had been keeping her from. Merideth had to admit, she was a little bit impressed. She’s nineteen now and spend often months at a time away from home, stealing and killing while hiding her riches away from the public eye, instead allowing the Vale to think her a regular girl with few special talents. Other
50,197	1,348	38	324	1,204	Guinevere rushed from the tavern, heading in any random direction. Anywhere was better than there. A cold sweat soon broke out on her face as she raced through the town. It wasn't until she was long gone from Varric's bedroom did she finally stop to catch her breath. Bloody hell....What did I just witness? Guinevere shook her head violently, hoping the image of Ezra and Varric would escape her mind forever. There wasn't time to dwell on such indecent thoughts though. She had a rescue mission to pull off and that started with finding Aldric. Where to find him? Aldric would've heard the news of Alixanna's disappearance by now and there was no doubt in her mind he was already searching for her. While the ranger liked to keep to himself, Aldric was noble, honorable, and was good friends with Alixanna as well. Like Guinevere, he probably wouldn't rest until she was found. It was obvious the only way to find him was to start looking for the clues behind Alixanna's mysterious kidnapping. Thanks to her father, Guinevere knew there was only one place someone searching for Alixanna would go-the starting point of a strange cart that had left at the time of Alixanna's disappearance. Heading toward it, Guinevere couldn't help but notice a feeling of despair in the air. People walked around gloomily with frowns covering their usual upbeat and cheerful faces. It wasn't just the doctor's daughter that had been stolen. I promise you all that I shall find Alixanna and return the happiness to this town. Guinevere silently vowed to the town. Arriving, she of course found Aldric examining the area for clues. "Aldric, I've been looking for you! I'm sure you've heard of Alixanna's disappearance as I can see you're already searching for clues. I believe teaming together is the fastest and most efficient way to bring her back safe and sound. I've already packed the necessary supplies," She said, gesturing to the bag strapped to her back. "There's enough food for a week's journey as well as a medic kit for emergencies. I know you prefer to be alone, but together we'd be the ultimate team and Alixanna will be home safe and sound before the next sunrise."	Role/Class: The Mayor's Daughter Appearance: Name Guinevere Hart/18/Female Personality Guinevere craves for the feeling of adventure. Traveling across the world and defeating various evils is what fills her dreams at night. Staying in her home town forever frightens Guinevere and she would do anything to escape that future. While leaving her father will be the hardest thing in her life, she knows fulfilling her dream is what she needs to do. Hardworking and stubborn, Guinevere will never give up on sometimes she’s determine to do. Even if that something puts her danger, she’ll do whatever it takes. More often than not, Guinevere will worsen the situation but in the end, she’ll always set things right. Thanks to her long, hard hours of training, Guinevere has gained an incredible sense of patience. She can outwait anything or anyone. By being patient and calm, she tends to upset and startle multiple people though. Some of the townsman even play little games as to see how fast Guinevere can piss off the new resident. While Guinevere has a strong, feminine personality, she doesn’t have very many friends. By no means is she shy or frighten to speak to others for her bravery outshines none. Girls her age feel a little standoffish by her so Guinevere tends to stay back and hangs out with the guys. Guinevere has a terrible reputation for causing disasters. Wherever she goes, accidents seem to follow. She has a wild spirit that loves to have fun, even if that ‘fun’ means jumping on the roofs of the town. Countless people have scolded her for it, including her own father, but Guinevere just doesn’t seem to let up. When adventure calls, Guinevere must follow. Bio Born from generations of warriors, it was obvious Guinevere would have the same fighting spirit as her ancestors. From the moment she could walk, Guinevere was given a sword and learned the craft of swordsmanship. Unlike most girls in the town learning how to sew and take care of a household, she spent her time clashing swords with the boys. It wasn’t long before she gained a reputation for being a mighty warrior. There’s very few fighters who can keep up with Guinevere. Due to her passion for swords, Guinevere has an incredibly close bond with her father. They’ll often spend nights together, looking at the stars and discussing various adventurous stories they’ve both learned or even made up. Unfortunately, Guinevere spent so much time fighting, she was never able to establish a close relationship with her mother. While they both love each other, they just never connected the way a mother and daughter are supposed to. Countless admires have caught Guinevere’s eye, but she chooses to ignore anything to do with romance. The idea of falling in love seems terrifying to her. Any romance could lead to marriage, which would mean the destruction of her dream. So she runs from anyone who even dares winking at her. When it comes to battling monsters or villains, Guinevere is fearless and completely brave, but mention the word love and she’ll take off running for her life. Most of the men around the town are aware of her distaste for romance so they tend to back off. Of course that doesn’t stop them from talking about her when she isn’t around. Whenever she’s not holding a sword or eating like a complete glutton, Guinevere spends most of her free time snuggled up in a comfortable chair at the town’s library. She loves reading stories of other warriors and the struggles they’ve faced. Becoming one of the many heroes in legend fills her up with excitement. Weapon Guinevere carries around a single sword, a gift on her 16th birthday from her father. Shields are too heavy and boring for her, so she only uses them when absolutely necessary. Skills: Combat Queen: Guinevere is considered one of the best fighters in town. She can wield a sword like no other, with the exception of her father. She's not as strong as most men but uses her swift movement to outsmart and beat them. Bravery No one is braver than Guinevere, who is afraid of practically nothing (except marriage!). Leadership Like father, like daughter, Guinevere’s personality shines when things need done. She’s one of the few who steps up to the plate to establish a plan and determine the best solution. Athletic and Fit Sword fighting does the trick for putting you in shape. Guinevere will often spend time running around town to keep herself fit as well.
50,198	1,348	39	1,387	500	Aldric was examining the road, the tacks of the cart were easy enough to find. He was about to start following them when he heard a voice call out to him. It was Guinevere, the Mayor's daughter, and his sparring partner. In all the years he's known her she's been a kind and responsible person. The only thing about Guinevere that Aldric found perplexing was her incredibly desperate need to get away from the Vale. She wanted to go out and risk her life adventuring. That desire was something Aldric could no comprehend. What was the purpose behind running around and risking your life like that? No, that kind of life held no appeal to the young ranger. His purpose was here, helping the village grow and thrive. Making life better for it's inhabitants. That's why he enjoyed delivering herbs to Doctor Ashgrave's clinic, because he knew he was helping people. And that's probably why he found Varric so irritating. Because the young bard felt compelled to make people's lives harder. Following that train of thought perhaps that's why he felt such a strong bond to Alixanna? Aldric broke himself out of his thoughts as soon as the young physician entered his mind. Thinking of her only filled him with worry and some amount of despair. What if he couldn't find her? What if he never finds her? The young ranger felt the dread at that thought deep in his gut, like a huge gaping hole that absorbs any good feeling. Finally his thoughts were brought back to the task at hand by Guinevere. "There's enough food for a week's journey as well as a medic kit for emergencies. I know you prefer to be alone, but together we'd be the ultimate team and Alixanna will be home safe and sound before the next sunrise." Aldric couldn't help but chuckle at that. "You've come prepared, very well. It's not that I prefer to be alone you know, it just always seems to end up that way." It was an image everyone had about him that he just couldn't shake. Aldric Eleros the lone wolf, never needing, or wanting for that matter, the company of others. Which put Aldric in a very lonely place, the only two people who weren't his family he considered friends were Guinevere and Alixanna..... "We WILL find her."	Name: Aldric Eleros Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Aldric is a sort of lone wolf, something he gets from his father, he prefers the solitude that hunting provides instead of any sort of camaraderie with others. He is a very responsible young man, taking his perceived duty of guarding the Vale very seriously, serious enough that he trains every single day. Aldric is a perfectionist in every thing he does, as such, he is very critical of himself and his actions, particularly how his actions, or rather his mistakes affect the village or those few people he cares about. His general disposition is stoic, keeping to himself and observing. Social situations tend to see him standing to the side watching, however if you corner him for conversation you'll find he's a very well spoken man. Most of the young men in the village resent Aldric for being so hardworking and useful while they prefer to flirt with girls or horse around. Aldric himself never took much pleasure in the horsing around bit, not unless that involved training for combat or hunting exercises. As for the flirting bit, there's something about saying crude things or acting vulgar towards really any human that just doesn't sit well with the young man. Bio: Ever since Aldric was a young boy he showed great independence. In fact amongst all the kids his age he was the first to start walking, however he was the last to start talking. If only his parents knew how much that would tell about his personality as an adult. From the age of 7 Aldric accompanied his father, Farrest on his trips to gather herbs, learning to identify most plants on sight. As he grew older and older he went with his father on more trips, he killed his first deer at age 10 on one such trip. However never was he allowed to go with his father to hunt the wild boar or the stray wolves who got to close to the village. Aldric has a good relationship with his mother Marianne, while they don't share as much as he and his father they're still family, a fact that Aldric takes very seriously. That and his father treats his mother like a queen, a trait that Aldric has adopted from childhood and has always been the obedient son. As he's grown older, Aldric has assumed more and more of his father's mantle, hunting for the poor of the village, gathering herbs for the Doctor, and recently he's been trusted to hunt feral beasts and ward off the bandits in the region. Weapon: A longbow Aldric carved himself a few years ago. Well made and stout it's seen many hunts and has remained reliable. He has a custom made sword, it's a hand and half longsword with the likeness of a wolf on it's pommel. Skills: Aldric is a very capable outdoors-man, tracking, gathering, and of course hunting, come as naturally to him as breathing. An equally capable archer, Hunter's skills with a bow rival his father's. Hunter practices with his sword as often as possible making him a formidable combatant.
50,199	1,348	40	324	1,204	Varric looked around for what felt like forever. He went to many of Guinevere's usual haunts, amazed that she wasn't at any of them. He even went to her house and asked about her, but her mom has no clue. It was only when he returned to the in. That he found out what happened that very morning. "She walked out, white as a sheet then red as a beet. I feel as if she may have been a little bit surprised to see you and Ezra in such a state." his mother hd said, snickering at the hilarity of it. "Huh. Well, I knew my body could inspire people to emotion. I just didn't know that terror was one of them," Varric had responded. If Gwen was looking for him, then realized he was indisposed, then there could only be a few other options. Aldric, her dad, and Aldric's dad. Varric didn't think she would properly trust anyone else to go adventure with her. Maybe Alixanna, but she was the very one missing. So, Varric thought to himself. Where could Aldric be? No doubt he would have struck out on his own to find Alix as soon as possible. He was a good man and often worked alone. So all Varric had to do was follow the trail. After some class A sleuthing and a lot of dumb luck, Varric managed to come upon Gwen and Aldric. He stayed away for a moment, listening, melding into the wind. He felt at peace as he did so. There were few things he enjoyed more than working his magic. It wasn't something he learned so much as something he did. The natural world felt more like home than the inn did, sometimes. He listened to Gwen, smiling despite himself. She was already packed for adventure. All Varric had brought was his lute and a back up healing potion. He was glad she was so much more responsible than him. She'd saved his ass plenty of times before. Especially in the bandit incident. He smiled and appeared when Aldric declares that they would find her. Varric loves the passion in his voice. He'd always admired the ranger. He got the feeling that it wasn't exactly mutual, however. Flower petals flew off of Varric as he detached from the wind, appearing in full view of the others. "Indeed, we must find her. I do not know Alixanna very well, but she is well beloved by the village, and I have seen many a dour face as I searched for beautiful Guinevere earlier." For once, serious, Varric spoke again. His voice was free of its usual loquaciousness. "It was...disturbing, to see so many sad and scared people. I want to help fix it." He paused a moment, before smirking and returning to his usual self. "Also, Gwen. You should learn to knock before entering my room in the morning. I'm not exactly a prude, and many travelers have caught an interest in the Bard's mystique. I'm amazed it took this long for you to accidentally pop in. No doubt Mom's already writing an epic ballad about the encounter."	Role/Class: The Mayor's Daughter Appearance: Name Guinevere Hart/18/Female Personality Guinevere craves for the feeling of adventure. Traveling across the world and defeating various evils is what fills her dreams at night. Staying in her home town forever frightens Guinevere and she would do anything to escape that future. While leaving her father will be the hardest thing in her life, she knows fulfilling her dream is what she needs to do. Hardworking and stubborn, Guinevere will never give up on sometimes she’s determine to do. Even if that something puts her danger, she’ll do whatever it takes. More often than not, Guinevere will worsen the situation but in the end, she’ll always set things right. Thanks to her long, hard hours of training, Guinevere has gained an incredible sense of patience. She can outwait anything or anyone. By being patient and calm, she tends to upset and startle multiple people though. Some of the townsman even play little games as to see how fast Guinevere can piss off the new resident. While Guinevere has a strong, feminine personality, she doesn’t have very many friends. By no means is she shy or frighten to speak to others for her bravery outshines none. Girls her age feel a little standoffish by her so Guinevere tends to stay back and hangs out with the guys. Guinevere has a terrible reputation for causing disasters. Wherever she goes, accidents seem to follow. She has a wild spirit that loves to have fun, even if that ‘fun’ means jumping on the roofs of the town. Countless people have scolded her for it, including her own father, but Guinevere just doesn’t seem to let up. When adventure calls, Guinevere must follow. Bio Born from generations of warriors, it was obvious Guinevere would have the same fighting spirit as her ancestors. From the moment she could walk, Guinevere was given a sword and learned the craft of swordsmanship. Unlike most girls in the town learning how to sew and take care of a household, she spent her time clashing swords with the boys. It wasn’t long before she gained a reputation for being a mighty warrior. There’s very few fighters who can keep up with Guinevere. Due to her passion for swords, Guinevere has an incredibly close bond with her father. They’ll often spend nights together, looking at the stars and discussing various adventurous stories they’ve both learned or even made up. Unfortunately, Guinevere spent so much time fighting, she was never able to establish a close relationship with her mother. While they both love each other, they just never connected the way a mother and daughter are supposed to. Countless admires have caught Guinevere’s eye, but she chooses to ignore anything to do with romance. The idea of falling in love seems terrifying to her. Any romance could lead to marriage, which would mean the destruction of her dream. So she runs from anyone who even dares winking at her. When it comes to battling monsters or villains, Guinevere is fearless and completely brave, but mention the word love and she’ll take off running for her life. Most of the men around the town are aware of her distaste for romance so they tend to back off. Of course that doesn’t stop them from talking about her when she isn’t around. Whenever she’s not holding a sword or eating like a complete glutton, Guinevere spends most of her free time snuggled up in a comfortable chair at the town’s library. She loves reading stories of other warriors and the struggles they’ve faced. Becoming one of the many heroes in legend fills her up with excitement. Weapon Guinevere carries around a single sword, a gift on her 16th birthday from her father. Shields are too heavy and boring for her, so she only uses them when absolutely necessary. Skills: Combat Queen: Guinevere is considered one of the best fighters in town. She can wield a sword like no other, with the exception of her father. She's not as strong as most men but uses her swift movement to outsmart and beat them. Bravery No one is braver than Guinevere, who is afraid of practically nothing (except marriage!). Leadership Like father, like daughter, Guinevere’s personality shines when things need done. She’s one of the few who steps up to the plate to establish a plan and determine the best solution. Athletic and Fit Sword fighting does the trick for putting you in shape. Guinevere will often spend time running around town to keep herself fit as well.
50,200	1,348	41	1,387	500	Varric looked down at the sword, and grinned. Varric seemed especially arrogant in front of Gwen, sometimes. It wasn't that Guinevere wasn't an amazing warrior, which she was, and it wasn't that she couldn't be scary, which she definitely could be. Guinevere was who Varric went to when he had an unwanted suitor that didn't get the picture. Guinevere was the person Varric trusted most. Guinevere was strong, dangerous, and amazing with her sword. Only thing was, she was a complete dork. Varric grinned even wider, before looking Guinevere in the eye. A mischievous glint entered his eye, and he spoke in a low, sexy tone. "So, who was cuter. Me or Ezra?" His body exploded with flower petals. Varric dropped his illusion and showed his actual body. "I can show you a second time if you didn't get a good look before," Varric said, before winking dramatically. In truth, Guinevere could easily beat Varric in a fight. He had a lot of magical power, yes, but he was only good at dodging and disabling. Best he could do would be to knock her down with wind or stun her with a burst of sound. She could kick his ass easily. But she would never do that without good reason, because she was a damn good person. In truth, Guinevere, the easily embarrassed sexy awesome war goddess, was the one person Varric admired as much as his mother. BUT DAMN WAS IT FUN TO EMBARRASS HER. EVEN WHEN SHE HAD HER SWORD AT HIS THROAT. Varric figured he'd stop trolling her in a moment though. After all, as fun as it was, they had to look for Alix. He didn't forget her. He HATED seeing people so sad. It just wasn't right.	Name: Aldric Eleros Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Aldric is a sort of lone wolf, something he gets from his father, he prefers the solitude that hunting provides instead of any sort of camaraderie with others. He is a very responsible young man, taking his perceived duty of guarding the Vale very seriously, serious enough that he trains every single day. Aldric is a perfectionist in every thing he does, as such, he is very critical of himself and his actions, particularly how his actions, or rather his mistakes affect the village or those few people he cares about. His general disposition is stoic, keeping to himself and observing. Social situations tend to see him standing to the side watching, however if you corner him for conversation you'll find he's a very well spoken man. Most of the young men in the village resent Aldric for being so hardworking and useful while they prefer to flirt with girls or horse around. Aldric himself never took much pleasure in the horsing around bit, not unless that involved training for combat or hunting exercises. As for the flirting bit, there's something about saying crude things or acting vulgar towards really any human that just doesn't sit well with the young man. Bio: Ever since Aldric was a young boy he showed great independence. In fact amongst all the kids his age he was the first to start walking, however he was the last to start talking. If only his parents knew how much that would tell about his personality as an adult. From the age of 7 Aldric accompanied his father, Farrest on his trips to gather herbs, learning to identify most plants on sight. As he grew older and older he went with his father on more trips, he killed his first deer at age 10 on one such trip. However never was he allowed to go with his father to hunt the wild boar or the stray wolves who got to close to the village. Aldric has a good relationship with his mother Marianne, while they don't share as much as he and his father they're still family, a fact that Aldric takes very seriously. That and his father treats his mother like a queen, a trait that Aldric has adopted from childhood and has always been the obedient son. As he's grown older, Aldric has assumed more and more of his father's mantle, hunting for the poor of the village, gathering herbs for the Doctor, and recently he's been trusted to hunt feral beasts and ward off the bandits in the region. Weapon: A longbow Aldric carved himself a few years ago. Well made and stout it's seen many hunts and has remained reliable. He has a custom made sword, it's a hand and half longsword with the likeness of a wolf on it's pommel. Skills: Aldric is a very capable outdoors-man, tracking, gathering, and of course hunting, come as naturally to him as breathing. An equally capable archer, Hunter's skills with a bow rival his father's. Hunter practices with his sword as often as possible making him a formidable combatant.
50,201	1,348	42	324	1,204	So, who was cuter. Me or Ezra? I can show you a second time if you didn't get a good look before, Varric said, before winking dramatically. Damn. Why is it so easy to mess with me? Guinevere hated that petty things like this bothered her. Anyone could just strip naked on the battlefield and Guinevere would be dead or seriously injured within seconds. The more she thought about it, the more it ticked her off. Everyone had their weaknesses, she knew that, but why was hers so foolish? Sighing, she decided to drop it. Besides, there was a little bard needed a good kick in the head. "Varric, you're so dead," She warned, half serious, half joking. Guinevere would never hurt Varric, they both knew that. Now, did that mean she wouldn't jab him in the stomach later? Of course it didn't. She couldn't help but grin at the thought. "He's not coming with us." Aldric called out, snapping Guinevere back to reality. She had been so focused on Varric, she hadn't even noticed Aldric was beginning to follow the tracks. Alixanna was missing. There was no time for child's play, they had a mission to carry out. The original plan had both Aldric and Varric a part of it. While she didn't exactly want to spend an entire journey with Varric poking fun at her, Alixanna was more important. "Hold up," She called after Aldric. Guinevere knew ahead of time that getting them to work together would be difficult. "Aldric, Whether you choose to believe it or not, Varric will be a huge help on this mission. For Alixanna's sake, I hope both of you learn to work together," She proclaimed before heading up toward Aldric, not even glancing back to see if Varric followed. There wasn't any more time to argue, and if Varric didn't want to attend, well there was no forcing him to do anything. Guinevere could only hope.	Role/Class: The Mayor's Daughter Appearance: Name Guinevere Hart/18/Female Personality Guinevere craves for the feeling of adventure. Traveling across the world and defeating various evils is what fills her dreams at night. Staying in her home town forever frightens Guinevere and she would do anything to escape that future. While leaving her father will be the hardest thing in her life, she knows fulfilling her dream is what she needs to do. Hardworking and stubborn, Guinevere will never give up on sometimes she’s determine to do. Even if that something puts her danger, she’ll do whatever it takes. More often than not, Guinevere will worsen the situation but in the end, she’ll always set things right. Thanks to her long, hard hours of training, Guinevere has gained an incredible sense of patience. She can outwait anything or anyone. By being patient and calm, she tends to upset and startle multiple people though. Some of the townsman even play little games as to see how fast Guinevere can piss off the new resident. While Guinevere has a strong, feminine personality, she doesn’t have very many friends. By no means is she shy or frighten to speak to others for her bravery outshines none. Girls her age feel a little standoffish by her so Guinevere tends to stay back and hangs out with the guys. Guinevere has a terrible reputation for causing disasters. Wherever she goes, accidents seem to follow. She has a wild spirit that loves to have fun, even if that ‘fun’ means jumping on the roofs of the town. Countless people have scolded her for it, including her own father, but Guinevere just doesn’t seem to let up. When adventure calls, Guinevere must follow. Bio Born from generations of warriors, it was obvious Guinevere would have the same fighting spirit as her ancestors. From the moment she could walk, Guinevere was given a sword and learned the craft of swordsmanship. Unlike most girls in the town learning how to sew and take care of a household, she spent her time clashing swords with the boys. It wasn’t long before she gained a reputation for being a mighty warrior. There’s very few fighters who can keep up with Guinevere. Due to her passion for swords, Guinevere has an incredibly close bond with her father. They’ll often spend nights together, looking at the stars and discussing various adventurous stories they’ve both learned or even made up. Unfortunately, Guinevere spent so much time fighting, she was never able to establish a close relationship with her mother. While they both love each other, they just never connected the way a mother and daughter are supposed to. Countless admires have caught Guinevere’s eye, but she chooses to ignore anything to do with romance. The idea of falling in love seems terrifying to her. Any romance could lead to marriage, which would mean the destruction of her dream. So she runs from anyone who even dares winking at her. When it comes to battling monsters or villains, Guinevere is fearless and completely brave, but mention the word love and she’ll take off running for her life. Most of the men around the town are aware of her distaste for romance so they tend to back off. Of course that doesn’t stop them from talking about her when she isn’t around. Whenever she’s not holding a sword or eating like a complete glutton, Guinevere spends most of her free time snuggled up in a comfortable chair at the town’s library. She loves reading stories of other warriors and the struggles they’ve faced. Becoming one of the many heroes in legend fills her up with excitement. Weapon Guinevere carries around a single sword, a gift on her 16th birthday from her father. Shields are too heavy and boring for her, so she only uses them when absolutely necessary. Skills: Combat Queen: Guinevere is considered one of the best fighters in town. She can wield a sword like no other, with the exception of her father. She's not as strong as most men but uses her swift movement to outsmart and beat them. Bravery No one is braver than Guinevere, who is afraid of practically nothing (except marriage!). Leadership Like father, like daughter, Guinevere’s personality shines when things need done. She’s one of the few who steps up to the plate to establish a plan and determine the best solution. Athletic and Fit Sword fighting does the trick for putting you in shape. Guinevere will often spend time running around town to keep herself fit as well.

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