Daisy's Few and Many

[ClockworkDaisy]

These are my brood. Varied and Different. Though sometimes they seem similar the nuances come in game.
I will resurrect them as I see fit.




Randell Warwick
Age:40
Height: 6'1
Weight: 180lbs
Appearance: tall, lank and with an overall greasy appearance. Randy has chin length, thinning dark hair and now dull blue eyes. He wears a once white singlet and flannel shirt, blue jeans and work boots, trucker cap.
History. Randy stinks of unfulfilled dreams, tobacco and sweat. The mother of an unwed mother and abandoned to be Raised by the state in a time where regulation of the child care industry was non-existent, Randy lived his life moving backwards and forwarded from a series of extremes. One home would be the grandma grandpa type filled with flowery love and baked goods then one of Randy's red fogs would come over him and the next thing he knew he'd be 'too much to handle' and was shipped on to the next place. The likes of Randy saw many 'high discipline' homes and these things leave their scars. Always prone to a quick temper Randy is unable to stop himself from descending into a hulk like transformation from reasonable guy to jerk at the slightest provocation.
He met Charlotte Temple at the age of 18 and those two years were glorious, randy felt alive and worthwhile for the first time in his existence. The birth of their son was his proudest moment.
However Life had taken its toll on Randy and it was just a matter of time before he screwed it all up. He lost his job after a fight with his boss, made some bad investments with the families life savings and taken up the drink. A downward spiral he couldn't stop.
Now Charlotte is long gone, Aldo had grown up into a punk kid who expects the world to give him everything and the world wants nothing more then to see Randy Warwick fail. Some bad times with the kid saw Randy Self medicating even more with alcohol and its become the only way randy knows to keep himself fuzzy enough not to react to anything anymore.
Some people just manage to press your buttons.
Pre-outbreak occupation: He was a mechanic once in another life.


Currently playing: The Pain of Survival



Aemon and Aiyana Tyrell - The Thorn and the Rose
Age: 19
Location: High Garden

House History

House Tyrell of Highgarden is one of the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms, overlords over the Reach. A large, wealthy house, its wealth is only surpassed among the Great Houses by House Lannister, and the Tyrells can field the greatest armies. Additionally, if they call the fleets of their bannermen the Redwynes, the lords of the Shield Islands, and the coastal lords, they can command a navy that equals if not surpasses the royal fleet.
Highgarden is an ancient seat of rule and the heart of chivalry in the Seven Kingdoms; the Tyrells style themselves 'Defenders of the Marches' and 'High Marshals of the Reach', and traditionally, they have been Wardens of the South. Their sigil is a golden rose on a green field, and their words are "Growing Strong."[1] Members of the family tend to have curly brown hair and brown or golden eyes.

Appearances

Personal History: The younger siblings of the current Lord Tyrell, these two are night and day, they hold much favor with the Lord. Having been born from a much celebrated union between their late father and his second wife, Valia of Dorne, the birth of the two brought peace to the Reach. Having always known their places in life these two have known no burden and seek only to further Highgarden. Beloved by the people Aemon and Aiyana have known a life of privilege and yet covet life beyond the Reach. Their relationship is complex and extreme.

Aemon is gruff, manly and has been taught all things war. He is a Knight, Envoy and his brothers trusted confidante.
Aiyana is ladylike, composed and devoted to the Seven. Darling of the Garden she is more then she appears.

Current Playing: A Game of Thrones: A Change of Balance





Taboo.
Ahnia is her ‘real’ name, no one calls her this. EVER.

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Appearance: Long, lithe and almost feline in her movements. When she is alone her eyes more often then not appear dead and devoid of emotion. long dark auburn hair, brown eyes and fair skin, her body is unmarred by blemishes as she spends a lot of money on perfection.

Personality: A chameleon, she prides herself on being whatever she’s wanted to be, be it naïve and innocent or a sexual predator. In reality she’s jaded and a bit broken, skeptical, untrusting and hard to get to know.

Skills: Taboo is a highly sought after assassin. Using her chameleon like abilities she is able to infiltrate most environments easily and execute her targets in whatever ways requested. Taboo works by referral only.

History: Ahnia has always lived in the Nightingale Bordello. The daughter of a whore and, presumably, a soldier, she was given over to the care of Madam Lamont upon the death of her mother.

Her unique ‘chameleon’ ability was discovered at an early age when it was noticed that the usually guarded and secretive child, prone to long periods of going without speaking, could imitate anyone she observed if she turned her mind to it. The wily and cunning Madam Lamont quickly spotted the potential in this and reached out to several contacts to help ‘educate’ the girl.

Taboo's first kill was at the tender age of 8. Her mentor had been taken by surprise when the girl had insisted she was ready, having planned on waiting for this final test until she was on the very cusp of womanhood yet trusted his charges instinct having learnt early on that she was very determined. Since then she has become a highly sought after assassin and whore, her bed skills very nearly as great as her ability with her knives.

Equipment: A deadly rack and legs for days?

Currently Playing: Zhymos


Marwen

Age: 22
Gender: female
Race: Water Nymph
Height: 5'6
Personality/History: Confident to the point of arrogance, very prejudiced against humans, overtly sexual, predatory and loves to laugh (usually at others) she has redeeming features though they must be sought out.
Marwen has come to Haven with a group of sister sprites. Raised within a commune of sorts Marwen has never been exposed to humans and was taught that they were inferior beast like creatures. After a human settlement sprang up near their home the sprites were forced to seek a new territory and have taken up residence en masse. The younger sister of the 'leader'of the sprites Marwen is like the mean girl in high school that everyone hates but wants to be best friends with. She has little time for anyone who isn't useful to her.

Extra Info: Ability to manipulate water is inherent with her species

Currently playing: The Hunted[/CENTER]

[ClockworkDaisy]

Kestrel Fox
Age: 20
Home: London, UK

Appearance: A waif of a girl standing about 5'6, light blue eyes and light blue shoulder length hair.

Race: part human and part alien race known as The Tiffanae.

The Tiffanae dwell on a planet called Yves Five in the outer Falodian galaxy. The planet itself is in a perpetual state of flux with warring factions fighting for supremacy and of the five races residing there the Tiffanae are the most peaceful. Made up of groups of tribes discerned through their environmental locations (hill, desert, sea side and rainforest) the peoples are mostly nomadic and once a year during the winter periods they all meet in the plains for a series of cultural festivals and courtship rituals. Being from a highly evolved galaxy with access to intergalactic transports the people's of the Tiffanae have voyaged all over the known worlds.
The physical appearance differs between tribes with Kestrels mother coming from the lower plains whom sport lavender blue hues in all aspects.

History: Kestrel's mother met her father when he travelled from earth to The Delta galaxy with a UNIT team. Boy meets girl and they had enough compatible parts to make a baby. Due to circumstances beyond their control Kestrels mother had to say goodbye to her father and the girl has grown up on Yves Five, Kestrel knows her heritage but is never allowed to speak of it as the rest of the tribe see it as something a shameful due to how unevolved Earth is when it comes to the greater universe.
Kestrel travels with the tribe around the plains, they are a gentle group who harvest and trade in plant life, specialising in herb lore and use the winter festival to trade.

Personality: a friendly genial young woman with a love of earth's classical music and opera which she has been exposed to through a collection her father left behind. Kestrel has struggled to fit in anywhere due to her heritage. Very accepting of the hand she's been dealt Kes isn't one to dwell, though she loves to sing the earthly tunes, she has no desire to experience life off world. Culturally confused is probably the best description.

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Name: Brooke (M4n1c) Logan
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Clan: Malkavian
Choice: Brooke can’t stand the sight of a human, he abhors them and barely tolerates them as food. He seeks to perfect them, adding parts whenever he gets the chance..
Sect: Refer to the Guide for Sects
Location: Miami
Appearance: No anime. Descriptions must be at least five sentences.

Biography: 2 - 5 paragraphs please
Brooke was a computer prodigy with a hungry curious mind, diagnosed with OCD and spectrum autistic though very high functioning. He graduated high school at 14 and finished university well before his 20th birthday. A generally friendly type he was more often found alone in his room with the vast world of the internet at his fingertips than at parties or bars. His genius then his age separated him from his peers.
An avid online gamer he indulged heavily in fantasy games before evolving into science-fiction/rpg games. Stumbling upon a web site devoted to the paranormal Brooke found himself becoming more and more immersed in tracking a secret underworld life, seeking out clues and eventually finding himself in deeper than he ever bargained.

[ClockworkDaisy]

Character sheets:
(User)nickname: Daisy is fine
Name: Erin Tate
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Appearance: Shoulder length blonde hair, shaggy cut, lip pierced, medium build, fit though not muscular, 5'7, blue eyes, light complexion.
Misc: (Do you have a car, gun, pet, family heirloom, or piece of jewelry?) Dog named Luka, found. Gun (taken from her fathers gun cabinet.) shotgun and cartridges.
Other: (Bio, or anything else you want to type.) Wandering the city after the outbreak Erin spent a lot of time alone until she found Luka. She changed overnight (well not literally) from a daddies princess party girl who took no responsibility to a strong woman who had to learn to survive. She still lapses into self pity but she puts on a good front.

[ClockworkDaisy]

>> These are still being finished up <<

Name: Mina Harker

Nickname/Title:

Team Title: Dominion

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Position: Asylum

Specialty: Silencer

Asylum Code: XIX (19) This runs up the back of her neck in simple black.

Weapons: Mina wears two guns in a pair of shoulder holsters and carries a knife strapped upon her thigh.

Alchemy specialization: Shape shifting

Appearance: Mina is 5’8 with short spiked black hair, her skin is a medium olive tone and her eyes are so dark as to appear black and it takes a lot of watching to discern their true colour (which IS in fact blue.) A smattering of near invisible freckles cover her nose. Her body, lean and athletic, is covered in tattoos, the main two being: a decorative sleeve on her right arm that seems to change each time you look at it – the main image is a dragon consuming a woman, a koi and black panther stretch the length of her ribs up her left side.
She favours black tank tops and cargo pants, black boots that stretch to mid-calf and are flat soled. She wears dog tags of unspecified origin.

Personality: Mina is practical and realistic but she also has a great sense of humour (though maybe a little dark for some) and loves to laugh. She is also unafraid of her more primal side and at times allows her instincts full reign. Even if this means getting her hands messy. While she often times seems asexual and cold in truth she embraces her sexuality. The coldness is only her sense of practicality and her ability to determine when its right to allow her free access to these emotions.

History: A woman on fire, Mina has spent her life fighting to regain control over her temper and for every step forward takes two step back. A child prone to fighting and firing up at the first insult, Mina spent much time with bloody fists beside the principal's door. Labelled as 'troubled' Mina has been in and out of psychologists in her youth trying to pinpoint the cause of the fierce burning inside her. Seemingly not prime material for an Asylum, Mina's street smarts and surprisingly cool demeanor under fire were complimented by her even at a young age her shape shifters' ability.

Her pairing with Kato was nothing less then tactical genius,the two fitting each other perfectly and together they form an almost normal person. Mina feels a hole that she is constantly seeking to fill despite their friendship and its only when shes training or in a fight that she can ignore the tearing.

Other: Any additional information.

Name: Kato Chen

Nickname/Title: Kat

Team Title: Dominion

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Position: Asylum

Specialty: Sniffer

Asylum Code: LXXX (80) Tattoo’d up the left side of Kato’s throat and face. The design itself is very stylised.

Weapons: Bow and blow darts.

Alchemy specialization: Sonic Manipulation

Appearance: Kato is Japanese and stands 5’7 with striking features . He is wirey and muscular with elegant hands and feet, perfect for intricate works. Bald, Kato has a tattoo that runs up the side of his face and adds greatly to the menacing look his austere personage bears. Kato’s eyes look reptilian thanks to contacts.
Kato prefers to wear tank tops and military style black camouflage pants, combat boots finish the ensemble.

Personality: Kato rarely speaks. He lets Mina do the talking, the two being so well acquainted that she knows his mind in most things. He is solid and staid, dependable and cool tempered to the point of being cold. Hard to get to know he can appear stand-offish but he is extremely loyal to the point of fault.
He likes to play practical jokes but often will sit by with just a sparkle in his eye and never claim responsibility. He has a love of classical music.

History: Promised to his grandfather from birth as a repayment for his own wife's inability to birth a son, Katos' mother Jun had been sent to fall pregnant with a bastard child at age 16 and was forced to give her father an heir.

His mother was returning from an errand when the rain first began, tiny droplets that barely wet the skin falling from the sky, Jun began to hustle home faster. The bags she held in her arms weighted her down and her heavily pregnant belly made her run more of an indelicate waddle when the first sharp insistent pangs of labour began. She had barely reached the doorway to her parents hom when she fell to her knees, crippled by a desire to push and the thud of her weak fist against the door brought voices from within. Later, Kato's grandparents were told that due to the girls age and narrowness of her hips there was a choice to be made. No doubt remained in his mind as Grandfather leaned over Jun's failing body and looking her in the eye cut open her belly. Drawn forth as his mother screamed her last, Kato blinked and took in the world with eyes already keen with intelligence.

Parentless, Kato ("All-Knowing") was raised by his grandfather, a man steeped in culture and tradition. Trained in the ways of war his mind is sharp and his voice soft, he had formed no attachments until he met Mina and the two are brother/sister now. His reverence for her is fueled by his mother's loss and he holds all women in much esteem.

Other: Any additional information.

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Cleo May, Age 23
Black hair - slightly waved and waist length, brown eyes, olive complexion, medium build - soft and even skin though her body isn't muscular or toned because she refuses to work out, 5'6,
Personality - Outgoing, flirty, confident. The sort of ex-gf you get hung up on, join poetry slams and switch to vegan for and she breaks your heart with a 'deep' guy named Eduardo, her Literature Professor and the guy you hated in high school then doesn't seem to give a crap.
History - Cleo tells everyone she comes from a working class background, raised on love and stale bread, looking after herself while her mother worked as a waitress late at night to support them. Daddy didn't care, his alcoholic ass never left the couch.
In reality shes from a middle class background, never wanted for anything, was popular in high school and hasn't had to worry about anything a day in her life. Its just cooler to be damaged.

[ClockworkDaisy]

My Work In Progress CS. Bare with me. My first time playing anything with dragons (and a while since I read the books) so I'm winging it the best I can. Currently experiencing brain mush

Character Skeleton:

Rider: Davren Adaire

Nickname/Titles:

Race: half elf/human
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Height: 6’1
Weight: 210

Specific Appearance:

Tall, tan with dark shaggy hair and a few days growth, blue grey eyes that sparkle with mischief, pointed ears, always seems youthful.

Birth Place: Gil'ead
Alignment: Elitists
Rank: Master

Skills: Smithing/Fletching
Preferred Magic Type: Offensive Magic

Key Personality Traits: slow to anger, personality is laid back though he will hold a long grudge once formed,
Key Quirks: fletches arrows when he is thinking, smiths when hes VERY mad,

Weapons of Choice: Bow (Primary), Whip (and Sword though he prefers not to wear this when riding)
Armor of Choice: Chest plate and helm, though the chest plate is simple in design his helm is more stylised much like a gladiators helm with nose guard that sweeps back into a peak.
Other Equipment: Hunting dagger worn on his thigh

Dragon:
Name: Lamira
Nicknames/Titles: Little Mother

Gender: Female
Age: 26
Height: 17'1
Weight:3800
Color: Opalescent white with a bronze blaze across her belly

Specific Appearance: For now..

Birthplace: Osilon

Strong Skills or Attributes: Aerial Combat, Aerial speed

Weak Skills or Attributes: Ground combat, Ground Speed

Key Personality Traits/Quirks: jealous, acts like Davren is her lover, over protective, vengeful


Bio: (For Rider and Dragon)

[ClockworkDaisy]

Name: Jenna Meirs

Age:

Appearance/Personality:

Long thick dark lustrous nearly black hair that falls to her shoulder blades is complimented by large doe-like brown eyes, long eyelashes that kiss the tops of her cheeks which are accentuated by generous lashings of mascara and eyeliner. Preferring a smokey eyed look with natural lips. She's tall enough at 5'8 and has a dancers build hard won by years of dedication to ballet. Jenna exudes a general air of stand-offish-ness, a cool detachment which often attracts people to her side and while she can be friendly when she chooses too, Jenna is more often then not alone. She feels alone in a crowd and believes no one understands her. In saying this Jenna is also fiercely loyal, believes her word is her bond and will go to any length to prove it.

Bio: Jenna Meirs was born the only child of wealthy parents. Her father is Dr. Abraham Meirs, a neurosurgeon, and her mother is a psychiatrist, Dr. Jessica Meirs. Propelled from one boarding school to the next Jenna has always been estranged from her parents as, by their own admission, thw two never meant to become parents and haven't got a clue what to do with her. Thusly they throw money at the problem and are rarely home long enough to bother about her - jetsetting or working as often as possible. Jenna has been shipped from private school to private school, never settling anywhere and never forming any firm attachments or making any friends.

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Name: Shine O'Clarity

Gender: Female

Age: 125 (young adult in her races terms)

Appearance (Description or picture): A petits 5'3 with the body of a dancer, Shine has a golden tone to her flesh and her eyes/cheeks are covered with swirling tattoos which seem to move on their own if watched to long. Sporting no hair, in the typical style of her people, Shine wears a simple pale blue sheath dress and prefers to be bare foot though when pressed she will wear flat boots. Her eyes are a strange array of colours and can be most closely described as looking similar to a nebula. A long elegant face lends her an air of statuesque bearing which belies her tiny frame.

Previous Occupation (Brief history if there is none): Captain's Companion on the Ulysses, she has sought out a new position with this crew in Navigation though she is finding the change a struggle to accept.


Shine stood silent in front of the mirror, her nude body - though pleasing to the eyes - was being ignored and her eyes were watching the Captain move about behind her. He'd been reassigned and as was customary with Naharine ships, Shine was no longer required. It was believed to distract the crew too much when a Companion was seen with the new Captain and it was poor protocol for a Companion to escort her Captain to his next post. Shine was practical about such things. A Companion was a necessary element in the Naharine's eyes, a stress release for the Captain and a morale promoter amongst the crew.

Now Shine found herself wondering if she was prepared to move on to the next companionship straight away, if she might prefer to take a break from the traditional roles and utilise some of the other skills she had inherited in her time aboard ships. She had formed a great friendship with the Head Navigator on this ship and learnt very much, he'd tolerated her presence for most of the 20 odd years she had spent with her Captain. Perhaps he would write her a recommendation and she could give it a try?

She had been roused from her musings when the Captain's finger tips slipped upwards along her spine, tickling her flesh and awakening her with a batting of her eyes. She glanced up to the mirror to meet his eyes, the green orbs dancing with mischief and she turned in his arms, lithe body pressing against his as he lilted in the accented tones of the Naharine that she had so grown to love.

"Once more for old times sake?"

Shine melted into his embrace, a smile upon her lips as she sought to bring him pleasure. Nothing brought her more happiness then fulfilling her duty, it wasn't often one got to mix practicality and duty with pleasure.