IAmAugustReign

Your first memorable original character?

I've still got mine around, but she's changed so much since the original days.

My first charrie I remember well was a Bleach arrancar (if I remember the term correctly) who was an underling of Szyal Apporo (sp? The pink haired crazy scientist dude) who broke away and freed herself from his service and wandered the wastelands of Hueco Mundo as both her humanoid form and as a velociraptor. I used to bring her around in the old forum chatboxes and because I was young and silly then, she'd magically have a chainsaw and chase other characters around whenever I'd feel hyper.

I'm still young and silly, just not in that way anymore.

She evolved over the years into something different - the second twin spawned from an angel/demon pairing, a scientist and strategist that tries to keep her twin out of trouble or clean up the messes. She's married to a special forces detective and part of a division that hunts down mutants. She has her own ability of seeing the memories tied with objects, and uses it to see through the eyes of criminals and to help predict their next move.

I use the twins as characters in Dragons Dogma. Oddly, they fit really well. The Arisen going off and getting into stupid situations and has to be saved by their Pawn is basically the same relationship the ladies have anyway.

Draw near to your destruction [IAmAugustReigns/Oathmaker]

The afternoon sun hung high in the sky, beating down heat to the great walled city of Baldur's Gate. While citizens and enforcers doted about their daily tasks, both the mundane and recovery from the attacks of the most recent assailants, a new figure entered the gates and started to wander. It was a fairly tall creature, a little over average height, lithe and strong, and it carried a traveling backpack with camping supplies strapped to it. It was armored lightly, though colored as if it came from the shadows themselves, a black hue that hurt to look at with accents of violet and sanguine. Those openly saddled blades at the form's hips swayed as it walked, catching the sun with their similarly dark metal. There was an aura about this one, one that did not cause fear, but did warn of danger if crossed the wrong way. That hood was pulled down low to help hide the being's face, but even with that protection, that dark skin peeked out from underneath. Not that Baldur's Gate was unaccustomed to this one's suspected race by now, but ingrained prejudices and fear could easily turn a simple traveller into the focus of a massacre. Not that this one would mind. It'd make her life easier to not have as many annoyances to deal with.

The woman traipsed through the streets, not at all bothered by the winding roads and sprawl of the buildings. She had been here long ago after all, working as a mercenary for the Flaming Fists. Her road had taken her up north though, towards Neverwinter, where she had found plenty of more interesting work, including fighting against the demons of Avernus that so recently occurred. Up there though, she worked for a stronghold and family name, oblivious to the other events happening in other areas of Faerún. How far she had come since emerging from the dark hold of her birthplace! There was much to explore up here, wealth to be gained, power to obtain, and skills to perfect. After dealing with the fires of Avernus, she found her eyes had stung less in the typical daytime glare, so she didn't stumble on her way to one of the old taverns she had visited: The Blushing Mermaid.

Looking at the building now, the woman furrowed her brow slightly at the expansion. A lot had changed since she had last been here. She'd have to do more than just ask for rumors with a drinking mug now. With a huff of a nasal sigh, she entered the renovated tavern, and took in her surroundings.

She entered into a large room, a dividing wall ahead of her with a fireplace embedded in the center. To her left, on the opposite side of that wall, was the bar itself, though it appeared the tavern continued on behind it beyond another dividing wall. Large tables occupied the space ahead in this room, sitting six or more depending on how many seats were brought to bear, several already taken by some groups. Some adventuring types it seemed to her, but they were of no interest beyond that. The cowled drow moved towards the bar, her long, loincloth-like skirt swishing with each step. She passed a round table on her way, and spied another at the far end with what looked like another exit door, though clearly not as grand as the main door she just entered. She marked those spots mentally, just in case.

The woman leaned onto the bar at an open space, taking out a few gold for a drink as a start. She had plenty of money, though only carried a small pinch of it openly. It was incredibly rare for someone to be able to steal from her, but letting down one's guard was a stupid move. If, and that was a big if, someone were able to pilfer her gold pouch away, they'd barely touch her real vault. The woman placed the gold on the counter and pushed it in front of her, offering it for whatever she could get with that amount. A silent exchange, and one the bartender caught onto quickly after greeting the new woman and hearing no reply. Only those red eyes stared back at him, a friendly and inviting gaze with some dark fires behind them. These eyes have experience, and a certain kind of hunger, of lust, but not for paltry pleasures of the flesh. It was something more... threatening, a promise made under the guise of pleasantries. The bartender moved, offering a simple bottle of ale in exchange for her coins. She gave the bartender a nod, and unhooked her face mask from inside her hood, revealing that full face of one of the many accomplished adventurers of Neverwinter.

She was pretty, but not beautiful, with a rounded nose tip, chin, and narrow jaw. Her skin was light, even for a drow, but still obvious enough to claim her race as such. She had somewhat heavy eye makeup, black eyeliner and eyeshadow, only heightened by the tattoos sweeping across her high cheekbones under and to the sides of her eyes. There was also a scar across her nose bridge trailing towards and across her left cheek like a glancing blow from a jagged blade or claw. A little tuft of silvery hair had been loosed by her mask removal, curling around her neck like it was nabbed by her glove. The woman took a swig of her ale, playing the part of a traveling adventurer seeking a small amount of respite, but she was more focused on listening to other patrons and getting a feel for the status of the city. They went through a significant struggle, but those details were unknown to her still.

Draw near to your destruction [IAmAugustReigns/Oathmaker]

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Draw near to your destruction [IAmAugustReigns/Oathmaker]

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AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

Another couple of dreams added, though not as detailed as the others. Been having too many irl related dreams lately sadly, and the few I remember that were not irl related aren't really enough detail to give a full picture on.

AR's Character Arsenal

Ayil - One of two, a hybrid of an angel and demon. Seeks out fun, adventure, power, and eventually got entangled in love. Married, has one daughter. Explorer, hunter, flirt, thrillseeker. Had trouble with her inner self and needed help to settle her soul and personal problems. The type to give a compliment then fight the person she just complimented. Ageless but not immortal.

Amitiel - Two of two, a hybrid of an angel and demon. Chases after her sister and tries to keep her out of trouble. Loves science and criminology. Typically has some kind of new experimental drug that may or may not cause mutations in other organic beings, or maybe the next zombie apocalypse, one never knows. Married, thinking about adoption. Scientist, agent, analyst, curious. Helped her twin through her problem phases then focused on her husband's detective work. The type of person to FAFO whatever she can, even if it threatens herself, others, or the general populace. Ageless but not immortal.

Riven Pan - Mutant thief from a steampunk and magically infused world. He was altered when his parents dabbled with Elder God tomes and accidentally ripped open a dimensional portal. Killed both of them but he was infused with that magic. Not only can he walk through walls and other surfaces, but he can also hop between dimensions. Has a spirit-like companion bound to him. He's a kid, but also an adult with heavy shoulders, carrying the weight of murdering someone when he didn't want to. He drowns his nightmares in exploring new dimensions and high energy chases. He's the type to steal your most precious item then dangle it in front of you before taunting and falling into the floor.

Genevieve Coorhagen - A woman who was turned vampire by an old nobleman, she has embraced her new life and became the center of every party after her rebirth. Speaks multiple languages, loves the glitz, glamor, and fame, and uses her suitors as feedbags. She's trained in some martial weapons, favoring the glaive, but much prefers to use her honed talents to lure her prey and suxk them dry of all assets before discarding them like the trash they are. When she gets bored, she seeks interesting people to entertain her, sometimes even burning down her empire to start anew somewhere else. She's the type to waltz into a ballroom, throw her hands up, and announce her magnificent presence herself, then bask in the stares of everyone around her.

Yisbren Valaritaw - An apprentice mage who specializes in elemental magics. She wishes to journey and practice her casting, befriending most that come her way, including a dragon or two. Usually travels with her mentor, but she has to spread her wings sometime. She's fascinated by history, and would love to learn about the Old Ways alongside the New, especially when it comes to magic. She's the type to appear cool and collected, a court mage in training, but really, she just wants to experience the world and learn from it.

Jherek Connors - Bassist in a small time band who had his life turned upside down when a superhero who lived above him climbed into the wrong window after a night of defending the city. They grew to love one another, but then tragedy struck. Jherek gained superpowers, but he also lost his partner. Confused and broken, he left that city, and has been wandering since, running from that pain however he could. He's a little better now, but he dares not show off his abilities. If he's found out, next town it is. He always carries his favorite bass though, even if he can't bring himself to play. He's the type to make pancakes with soda pop instead of water or milk and top it off with ice cream.

Natalie Malak - A ship captain with stealth tech, Nat prides herself on a good ship, good crew, and a good reputation. She'll take most jobs that won't harm the lesser off people, but that doesn't mean she's a law abiding citizen either. Her ship is known to be one of the best smuggling ships out there, and she can handle herself pretty well in a fight. She's romantically involved with one of her alien crewmates, but that won't stop her from her promise to get the job done. She's the type to outwardly scold disobedience but cheer for it on the inside.

Charlotte - A brilliant lass who specializes in underground augment and cybernetics work to help the little people who can't afford the newest upgrades. A neutral party to the political shenanigans of the world, she serves both the pinkies up nobility and the dangerous gangsters of the underworld. She lives in a junkyard, sorting through the various pieces for compatible parts and living a fairly lonely but appreciated life. Charlotte is the type of gal who goes over the top with her outward appearance to hide her inner insecurities.

Levyn - He's not quite sure how he has the life that he does, but Levyn lives fairly comfortably. Large house, nice cars, good looks, physical prowess, the works. The only thing he could complain about are these blackouts he has. One moment he's inside a local coffee shop, the next he's in a park across town seven hours later. Dixtors find nothing, and no medicine has helped him, so he just shrugs it off as some weird thing he has to live with. He hasn't yet found that secret cubby though, the one holding the protective gear, masks, and that blood stained knife that so itches to find a new canvas to carve into. Levyn is the type of guy to turn on cruise control whatever chance he can get.

Ceceila Rose Davenport-Rehwind - She's full of herself, knows she's good, and has creatures at her disposal; No one messes with this witch. A woman who seeks out the secrets of the natural world, Ceceila practices various forms of witchcraft, even able to summon beings from beyond. Many have tried to kill her, but she just keeps coming back sooner or later. She's the type to flip her hair to win a man's heart, then ditch him in the forest naked to watch the wolves pursue.

Pacelli - A desire demon who enjoys mischief and manipulation. He's been around for a while, and knows The Twins from some of their adventures. He even tried taming one of them once, but instead got his rear handed to him and forced to become a servant for a while. While they're friends now, he'd never try to cross them again for fear of his existence. Other creatures however, are fair game. He makes deals with whatever will supply him with entertainment, pleasure, or power, and sometimes he has to make protective deals with other, stronger, creatures to keep himself out of trouble. Many a soul have a bounty on his head, and just as many have a contract to protect him. Pacelli's the type to dig himself a deep hole and use others as a ladder to climb out of it.

Mufasa - Fire, fire, burn! This salarian has a love for all things aflame, and is a feisty piece of work. Being a mercenary, he and his brother-in-arms Kaiul were a near unstoppable force, until Kaiul met a sudden and unfortunate end. That nearly broke Mufasa, and his antics flew out of control. He always has something burning, and if it's not, then it will be in next minute or so. Reckless, sacrificial, suicidal, Mufasa takes his sadness out on the enemy, charring everything he can. He's the type that never needs caffeine, for he's always wired.

Ranik Kent - Outcast, loner, and mercenary, this Ex-Jedi Knight travels the stars in his smuggling ship and doing those odd jobs to keep the credits rolling. He was never fully on board with the whole "defend the defenseless" type of thing the Jedi talked about, but he never hated to the point of being a Sith, so here he is, stuck in the middle. He's sarcastic, protective of his ship, and training constantly. He's the type to use whatever he can in a fight, including civilian meat shields.

Hayden - Self insert. Controls symbiotic micronanobots that act like a second skin, weapon, shield, or tool. Remote control and hacking of electrical devices, 'bee' swarms, shock therapy, the works. Just a fun little What If scenario.

Mallory "Merikh" Liridon - Illusionist, enchanter, alchemist, Duskblade assassin. His home was raided by a nasty guild-cult due to drama between his father and another, and all but himself were murdered. Left on the doorstep of another guild, Merikh was trained and broken to be one of the most fearsome assassins in the land. His reputation speaks for itself as civilians and other guild members alike grow pale from the mere mention of his name, and many don't walk away from an encounter with him. Almost utterly loyal to his guild, the only thing that could stand in his way is his own feelings for another, a partner he's known all his life in the guild. Cool, playful, and brutal, Merikh is the type to disguise himself or break people in order to achieve his goals.

Liadan - Werewolves always get the love, but what about a rabbit? Liadan has power and control over elemental ice, and is a student to learn how to properly handle her ability. She's a punk, but easily excitable and startled. She's the type to prance about in joy then freeze when another watches her, embarrassed at her childish outburst.

Meiller Kristophf - Vampiric butler. He serves his family for generations, and is now at the service of his Lady. He has been assigned to classic duties such as cleaning, cooking, doorman, bodyguard, and supportive lover, though he has also seen work as an assassin, diplomat, and sacrifice to prove a point. The only thing he refuses to do is turn someone of the family, no matter how much he may be begged to do so. He's the type of guy to be a literal punching bag and never complain.

Onhir Thylie Niar'Haanin - Drow trickster assassin, neutral evil and stealth master. 'Nuff said. She's in it for herself, whether that's gold, power, or infamy, and has been known as The Drenched. She will betray her party at any moment if it suits her needs, like the time she was used as a shield against a bear and she just disappeared, leaving the hider to face off against the bear alone. However, she does have respect for other skilled folk, and doesn't dive into fights half-thought out. She loves the stars and night sky, one of the only times she can be seen as "vulnerable" or personable, and she wishes to know more about the celestial bodies there.

Riyel - Werewolf Breton Nightingale. Explorer and collector of powerful gear, to which she displays in her home.

Mazii - Necromatic Breton conjurer. Mad God. Archer illusionist. Looks like death, smells like death, has seen and been part of some crazy stuff.

AR's Character Arsenal

Just gonna give the charries a little barracks to hang out in. Leading post, so will throw updates and stuff in this message I guess. Nothing too fancy here.

The list is in no particular order, just kind of who I can think of when they come around. Strikethroughs are those who are actively taken romantically. They're not off the table for rping, but I would feel a little weird about using them in a romantic fashion when they're already doing the same thing somewhere else.

AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

Added another dream

AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

Edited main post to add another dream world. Apocalypse zombies, yay!

AR's Universal Check - General Ideas, Plots, and Dream Worlds (18+)

Edited to add yet another dream (seriously why do I keep having alien invasion dreams?) and condensed the post into a bunch of Hiders to look a little more clean.