The Masquerade (a steam punk rp)

[chukklehed]

ok, ive used this character before, but it was just a 1v1 and just for fun, so it shouldn't be a problem:

Name/Title: Liara aka Hagane Ookami (steel wolf)
Age: unknown, though her appearance is in her early twenties, her knowledge of times past, dating back to a plague only barely touched upon in history books, belies this facade

Appearance (pic or descrip)
hair: long, blonde w/ brown stripe
skin: fair
eyes:
normal: green w/ normal pupils
reactive: dark green w/ large pupils
clothing:
upper: black blouse w/ black jacket w/ white trim
lower: black long skirt and stockings
feet: black leather boots
head: black cloak
extra notes: wolf ears and tail (both blode with white tip)
usualy hides the tail w/ special pocket in skirt
Personality
usualy happy and mischevious, when offended or threatend her mood
does a complete 180 and she lashes out at the offender, usualy causing
a scene. she is very protective and loyal to her friends and will
guard their lives with hers if she must. when asked about her family
she gets very quiet for a few seconds then loudly tries to change
the subject. she is very outgoing and tries to make friends
where ever she can.
Skill/occupation: mercenary, sniper (has the mental ability to increase her reaction time considerably, so as to see everything at quarter speed)
History
the earliest she can remember was waking up in a forest outside a small
town in England. as she walked into town she noticed other people staring
and whispering among themselves, even other beast-people. finally one
middle aged woman walked up to her with a bundle in her hands and told
her she should get dressed. after learning that she had no place to stay,
the woman offered to let her live with her. for a couple of years she lived
in the village, doing odd jobs and hunting with the men when spring came.
she was happy most of the time, until a plague struck the village. she watched
as all of her friends died around her, helpless to do anything but comfort them
in their last days. months later, most of the village being dead and the
rest avoiding her out of suspicion that she caused the plague, being the
only one not effected, she packed her few possessions into a bag, including
a locket her surrogate mother gave her, she left in the middle of the night
to look for a traveling inventor that had visited in years past. she found him
one day on the road. after hearing her story, he asked her what she would do
next. after some thought she told him she would travel the world, offering her
services as a hired gun. at this he silently reached under his seat and pulled
out two bundles, one long and one square. opening them he showed her a scoped rifle
and a pair of self loading pistols, which she bought. after that she made good
on her word, traveling the world and taking on jobs no one else wanted.
while she always made friends where she went, she never stayed long, always
searching for inner peace, be it at the top of a mountain or the bottom of
a tankard.

[BigBullCrocker]

Done my app

[chukklehed]

Name/Title: Caleb Wolcott
Nick name: The good doctor
Age: 40
Appearance:
Personality: very good at thinking things through, calculating, one part of him is very good at lying and telling a persons gist' while the other is very trustworthy and would help a beggar get a job even if he had killed his mother.
Skill/occupation: Doctor/murderer, very good with knives or sharp objects, can improvise very well, he also carries a flintlock pistol just in case, he can see different things others wouldnt such as escape methods or enemies that hide.
History: Caleb grew up dissecting things like small animals or insects. He liked to see the inside of things and so he grew up to become a doctor. He earned loads when a disease hit the town he lived in and he made a cure for it. But he didn't sell the full cure, oh no that wouldn't earn him enough money. He sold a watered down version of it that would only subdue the cure for a short while, all the while he would take the full cure and stay fit as a fiddle. Eventually he left his town and made it to another place leaving his town to die of disease. He has lived in this place for many years, 20 actually and switches between two personalities. Usually they stay in their respective time-zones, one comes out at night the other at dawn. The night personality is the murderer he creeps about and stabs his victims, usually his victims are pretty young women he can fool with his money. By day he is a kind and generous man who helps the sick, that is until the evil side takes over sometimes and kills his patients.

i like this. the idea of one of the heros turning into the villain at night is a nice twist. is the day version aware of his nighttime romps or is he completely clueless?

[BigBullCrocker]

i like this. the idea of one of the heros turning into the villain at night is a nice twist. is the day version aware of his nighttime romps or is he completely clueless?

He's aware but he can't stop it.

[chukklehed]

well, would he be part of a group then?

[BigBullCrocker]

*shrug*

[chukklehed]

good answer

[ClockworkDaisy]

(Work in Progress)

Name: Lady Regina Vertruse, daughter of the great and beloved Reginald Vertruse, MD.

Age: 27 - a veritable spinster!

Appearance:

Personality: Inquisitive to the point of nosiness. Prudish. Prim. Well intentioned and goodhearted though often bossy and rude. She will do anything to prove she is right.

Skill/Occupation: Lady of the House with all the organisation and social niceties that entails.

History: Regina lives alone with her father though there are suitors in the periphery. Just none that meet her expectations despite her advancing age. Her father is an eccentric doctor and has grown reclusive over the last few years, it is Regina's job to care for him and his needs although she feels this is no large burden as she may ride still upon the coattails of his previous successes and popularity. In his prime her father was even called upon by Royalty. Her mother died of consumption when Regina was six and she barely remembers the woman beyond a photo on the wall though she has been told she is her spitting image.