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Well you've definitely got me all squicked out *shudders*
That being said I'm interested to see how you manage to RP those icky little buggers!
I definitely think it's safe to say you're all in though, lol
That being said I'm interested to see how you manage to RP those icky little buggers!
I definitely think it's safe to say you're all in though, lol
Name: Alan Mason
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Personality: Friendly, easy-going and quiet, Al’s got a lot to say, but no need to let it all out if no one wants to pay attention. He’ll never turn down a chance at a conversation though, and is entirely open about his life and his opportunities. He isn’t afraid of trying something new or looking a bit like a fool if he has to. You don’t learn anything if you keep safe within the familiar. He’s a bit lonely really, and though he used to like the wandering life, he’s figured he’s getting old for it nowadays, and maybe he’s got a few regrets, but he’ll get where he’s going eventually. He isn’t much for pessimism though, just practicality, and a certain meagre hoarding. And he certainly won’t turn down kindness, nor will he forget it quickly. He likes to pass a good turn on, and to forgive a bad one, though anger isn’t unknown to him. It is something of a rare moment when he feels it too strongly.
History: Al grew up a single child in Toronto, but his family moved a fair bit, and it cemented a certain wanderlust in him from a young age. As soon as he passed 13th grade, he hightailed it out the door to take a year or two off before university and never looked back. He’s walked, hitchhiked and biked just about every inch of Canada and a fair bit of America too with nothing but a backpack and his guitar. He had a few experimental years, but mostly spent his time in a fairly reputable manner picking up odd jobs or busking on the streets or camping out in the national parks during the warm seasons and moving on whenever he felt like it. These days he looks a little wild, but his smile’s just as fine as it always was, and he’s been thinking about looking for a more permanent place in society, maybe get himself a house, spend more than one Christmas in a row with his parents while he can. He’s a little slow on the uptake with the news, but he’s starting to think there just might be something to those rumours he picked up in the Parks. Beyond that, he’s not sure what to think about animals and people getting together.
Elements:
Fire 2
Air 1
Strength: Level 4
Channeling: Level 3
Healing: N/A
Elemental: Level 1
Affinity: Sharing power.
P.S. He’s mute. ;)
Animal
Species: Common Raven
Picture:
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Personality: Smart, snippy, old and entitled, this raven is no birdbrain. She’s a disgruntled morning bird, but is generally easy to please if she can get a bit of food and warmth and once she’s stretched her wings. Wise in the ways of humans and animals alike, she’s wary of the former, but is old enough to be slow in acting on that wariness. She’s got her own opinions and her own ideas and she isn’t shy about letting them be known. She’s also got a bit of a mischievous streak; it’s dulled by age, but not entirely snuffed out. Think frumpy old hag and you’d have her pretty close. Thankfully, being a social bird means she isn’t against all company, just the bothersome sort.
History: She’s lived most of her life in the Rocky mountains near Banff, playing with her flockmates and taking opportunity of the tourist season to fatten up a little, though they preferred not to visit the towns too often. They were always places to be curious about, but never to feel too safe in. She saw cars kill siblings and the trouble human leavings could cause her kin. She saw full meals come from human hands and she raised chicks of her own, many a brood, to learn the difference between a human thing that might cause injury and that might win them food. And gradually, as the years passed her flock went farther and farther over the boundaries that separated humans from their world. She’d never yet nested within the outer circle of buildings before the strangeness overtook her and sent her flying away from her usual roost.
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Personality: Friendly, easy-going and quiet, Al’s got a lot to say, but no need to let it all out if no one wants to pay attention. He’ll never turn down a chance at a conversation though, and is entirely open about his life and his opportunities. He isn’t afraid of trying something new or looking a bit like a fool if he has to. You don’t learn anything if you keep safe within the familiar. He’s a bit lonely really, and though he used to like the wandering life, he’s figured he’s getting old for it nowadays, and maybe he’s got a few regrets, but he’ll get where he’s going eventually. He isn’t much for pessimism though, just practicality, and a certain meagre hoarding. And he certainly won’t turn down kindness, nor will he forget it quickly. He likes to pass a good turn on, and to forgive a bad one, though anger isn’t unknown to him. It is something of a rare moment when he feels it too strongly.
History: Al grew up a single child in Toronto, but his family moved a fair bit, and it cemented a certain wanderlust in him from a young age. As soon as he passed 13th grade, he hightailed it out the door to take a year or two off before university and never looked back. He’s walked, hitchhiked and biked just about every inch of Canada and a fair bit of America too with nothing but a backpack and his guitar. He had a few experimental years, but mostly spent his time in a fairly reputable manner picking up odd jobs or busking on the streets or camping out in the national parks during the warm seasons and moving on whenever he felt like it. These days he looks a little wild, but his smile’s just as fine as it always was, and he’s been thinking about looking for a more permanent place in society, maybe get himself a house, spend more than one Christmas in a row with his parents while he can. He’s a little slow on the uptake with the news, but he’s starting to think there just might be something to those rumours he picked up in the Parks. Beyond that, he’s not sure what to think about animals and people getting together.
Elements:
Fire 2
Air 1
Strength: Level 4
Channeling: Level 3
Healing: N/A
Elemental: Level 1
Affinity: Sharing power.
P.S. He’s mute. ;)
Animal
Species: Common Raven
Picture:
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Personality: Smart, snippy, old and entitled, this raven is no birdbrain. She’s a disgruntled morning bird, but is generally easy to please if she can get a bit of food and warmth and once she’s stretched her wings. Wise in the ways of humans and animals alike, she’s wary of the former, but is old enough to be slow in acting on that wariness. She’s got her own opinions and her own ideas and she isn’t shy about letting them be known. She’s also got a bit of a mischievous streak; it’s dulled by age, but not entirely snuffed out. Think frumpy old hag and you’d have her pretty close. Thankfully, being a social bird means she isn’t against all company, just the bothersome sort.
History: She’s lived most of her life in the Rocky mountains near Banff, playing with her flockmates and taking opportunity of the tourist season to fatten up a little, though they preferred not to visit the towns too often. They were always places to be curious about, but never to feel too safe in. She saw cars kill siblings and the trouble human leavings could cause her kin. She saw full meals come from human hands and she raised chicks of her own, many a brood, to learn the difference between a human thing that might cause injury and that might win them food. And gradually, as the years passed her flock went farther and farther over the boundaries that separated humans from their world. She’d never yet nested within the outer circle of buildings before the strangeness overtook her and sent her flying away from her usual roost.
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2 yrs ago
Name: Alexander Dorene
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Alexander is a simple man of generally simple tastes. He wants desperately to work hard and make something of himself, but he is cursed by an excessive lack of any sort of motivation. He is a kind man, but overly quiet at times and his face often holds an uninterested look; leading to the common misconception that Alexander is antisocial. When he does laugh, it is a booming and warm laugh, one that most find contagious. He is not quick to anger, often trying to disarm any sort of confrontation, but when his trust has been betrayed, it is almost impossible to regain. He has what one might call a "philosophical" mind, and can be surprisingly intelligent at times. Hidden beneath the blandness and monotony, there is a wild, adventurous side begging to be released, although Alexander himself is probably not aware of it.
History: Alexander has thus far lived an exceptionally uneventful life. He was never the most popular kid in school, but he always had at least a few close friends. He was the only child in a relatively stable family and grew up never really needing anything. Most of the time he simply kept to himself, never really caring to much about what was cool or popular, or what latest tragedy or controversy was plastered all over the news. He liked to read and would often fantasize about going on some great adventure to some far away place, but he fostered very little hope of ever achieving his secret dreams.
Alexander graduated from high school and went straight to college, but his college experience wasn't much more exciting than his high school experience was. He rarely partied and made almost straight B's the entire time, graduating with a Bachelors Degree in liberal arts. He could have done better, but he could never find the motivation to really apply himself..Life after college hasn't been exceptionally exciting either. He is currently working as cashier at a small, locally owned bookstore. It pays the bills and keeps food on the table, but business is often slow, and Alexander usually finds himself reading more books than he sells.
Elements: Wind:4
Stats:
Strength: 2
Channeling: 1
Healing: N/A
Element: 4
Affinity/specialty: Storms.
Animal: Snowy Owl
Image:
Age: 2
Personality: Adventurous and willful, she is often intrigued by new things and is very protective of the ones she cares for. She is never afraid to take on larger creatures when she needs to, though she is not so reckless to go looking for a fight. She is highly intelligent and loves nothing more than the feeling of the cool air rustling through her feathers, and the thrill of hunting down ones prey and striking silently from above. She can be sociable at times, but she often prefers to keep to herself and fly solo.
History: A young adult, her life has not been filled with too much excitement as of yet. She has laid and raised one clutch so far in her short life. But once the chicks were old enough to hunt for themselves she set off on a new adventure.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Alexander is a simple man of generally simple tastes. He wants desperately to work hard and make something of himself, but he is cursed by an excessive lack of any sort of motivation. He is a kind man, but overly quiet at times and his face often holds an uninterested look; leading to the common misconception that Alexander is antisocial. When he does laugh, it is a booming and warm laugh, one that most find contagious. He is not quick to anger, often trying to disarm any sort of confrontation, but when his trust has been betrayed, it is almost impossible to regain. He has what one might call a "philosophical" mind, and can be surprisingly intelligent at times. Hidden beneath the blandness and monotony, there is a wild, adventurous side begging to be released, although Alexander himself is probably not aware of it.
History: Alexander has thus far lived an exceptionally uneventful life. He was never the most popular kid in school, but he always had at least a few close friends. He was the only child in a relatively stable family and grew up never really needing anything. Most of the time he simply kept to himself, never really caring to much about what was cool or popular, or what latest tragedy or controversy was plastered all over the news. He liked to read and would often fantasize about going on some great adventure to some far away place, but he fostered very little hope of ever achieving his secret dreams.
Alexander graduated from high school and went straight to college, but his college experience wasn't much more exciting than his high school experience was. He rarely partied and made almost straight B's the entire time, graduating with a Bachelors Degree in liberal arts. He could have done better, but he could never find the motivation to really apply himself..Life after college hasn't been exceptionally exciting either. He is currently working as cashier at a small, locally owned bookstore. It pays the bills and keeps food on the table, but business is often slow, and Alexander usually finds himself reading more books than he sells.
Elements: Wind:4
Stats:
Strength: 2
Channeling: 1
Healing: N/A
Element: 4
Affinity/specialty: Storms.
Animal: Snowy Owl
Image:
Age: 2
Personality: Adventurous and willful, she is often intrigued by new things and is very protective of the ones she cares for. She is never afraid to take on larger creatures when she needs to, though she is not so reckless to go looking for a fight. She is highly intelligent and loves nothing more than the feeling of the cool air rustling through her feathers, and the thrill of hunting down ones prey and striking silently from above. She can be sociable at times, but she often prefers to keep to herself and fly solo.
History: A young adult, her life has not been filled with too much excitement as of yet. She has laid and raised one clutch so far in her short life. But once the chicks were old enough to hunt for themselves she set off on a new adventure.
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Character Sheet
Name: Tyko Vaara
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Description/picture:
Personality:
History:
Element:
Affinity:
Animal
Image:
Age: less than a year
Personality:
History:
Name: Tyko Vaara
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Description/picture:
Personality:
Tyko carries on a bit of his Finnish homeland's traditions in being a rather quiet introvert. It is not to say he is a loner, his at the College would attest to the fact that he is a friendly, welcoming person who seems to get along with most people he meets. He just likes to have some time alone every once in a while, usually by disappearing into the woods for a few days, or getting wrapped up in a TV, Book or movie marathon.
Rather protective of his two younger siblings, whom he raises due to circumstances beyond his control, Tyko is driven: He works a full time job, a part time job, and attends a local college to provide for his siblings as much of a life as he can. He has learned a wide array of skills due to both necessity and desire; his full time employment is as a Punch Press operator at a local factory that produces wood and gas stoves, his part time employment is as a cook at the Three Tree Bar and Grill, and his classes are on car mechanics. In his off time, he is often found in the garage of their home making metal sculptures that he sells, or modifying his old 4x4, preparing for a camping trip, at a rifle range, with friends, or helping his brother and sister with their homework.
Rather protective of his two younger siblings, whom he raises due to circumstances beyond his control, Tyko is driven: He works a full time job, a part time job, and attends a local college to provide for his siblings as much of a life as he can. He has learned a wide array of skills due to both necessity and desire; his full time employment is as a Punch Press operator at a local factory that produces wood and gas stoves, his part time employment is as a cook at the Three Tree Bar and Grill, and his classes are on car mechanics. In his off time, he is often found in the garage of their home making metal sculptures that he sells, or modifying his old 4x4, preparing for a camping trip, at a rifle range, with friends, or helping his brother and sister with their homework.
History:
Born in Oulu, Finland, his parents moved to Helsinki after his mother got a new job with one of the largest Biotech firms in the country when Tyko was 4. After several miscarriages, Mianna gave birth to Kiite, a baby boy eight years Tyko's junior. A year after the new child was born, the family uprooted, and moved to Alberta, where a new office was in need of Mianna's technical expertise. While the office was in Calgary, they settled into a little farm on the outskirts of Okotoks as it meant Mianna had a bit of a long commute, but it gave them a little farm, and plenty of space that reminded the young family of their home land in small ways. Roughly nine months after the move, the brothers gained a little sister named Ellisif.
The family bought a house, and soon, the mortgage was paid off by the salary of Mianna and Unuu's wages as a framer for a local contractor. Tyko was doing alright in school, through struggling a bit with math, while Kiite and Ellisif were happy little terrors of children. Which made life that much harder when Mianna and Unuu were struck head on by a drunk driver on their way home from a friend's. The accident happened on the interstate, when the drunk driver passed out at the wheel of his truck. Veering across lanes, and the median, the carnage left Mianna in a coma, with severe central nervous system damage on top of the physical injuries, she survived; but wheel chair bound after the amputation of her legs, and without the mental capacity to move or make intelligible language. Unuu suffered a shattered hip and femur in his right leg, his left arm was broken, and his collarbone fractured. It was nothing to the mental trauma of realizing that the woman he loved was essentially, destroyed.
The family laid charges and won their case against the other driver, but money could not bring back Mianna. Unuu broke down, trying escape his problems through the very thing that nearly killed him.
Leaving fifteen year old Tyko, struggling. He learned how to get his brother and sister ready for school, he learned how to cook, clean, and take care of them, his mother, and his father. He took to riding his bike to the store to get groceries when his father was too incapacitated to do it himself. When he turned sixteen, he got driving lessons from his best friend's father. He forced himself to improve his grades, for the sake of leading by example for his brother and sister. He graduated high school with honors, which was the catalyst for the fighting between his father and him for the next three years. His bitter resentment, and feelings of abandonment by his father for lacking the sisu to press on made him feel sick when his father tried to act fatherly.
Three years later, the fighting with his father finished. It culminated in Tyko and Unuu trading blows in the driveway. In the moment of violent sobriety, Unuu was overwhelmed with the realization of what he had done. A week later, Tyko came home from work to find his father in the garage, and the family car leaking cold coolant and oil to the floor. Police determined that Unuu had started it soon after Kiite and Ellisif had gone to school with his foot to the floor. He was dead long before the engine overheated, and subsequently blew a connecting rod out of the block.
At 21, Tyko became the sole care-giver of Mianna, and the legal guardian of his brother and sister.
The family bought a house, and soon, the mortgage was paid off by the salary of Mianna and Unuu's wages as a framer for a local contractor. Tyko was doing alright in school, through struggling a bit with math, while Kiite and Ellisif were happy little terrors of children. Which made life that much harder when Mianna and Unuu were struck head on by a drunk driver on their way home from a friend's. The accident happened on the interstate, when the drunk driver passed out at the wheel of his truck. Veering across lanes, and the median, the carnage left Mianna in a coma, with severe central nervous system damage on top of the physical injuries, she survived; but wheel chair bound after the amputation of her legs, and without the mental capacity to move or make intelligible language. Unuu suffered a shattered hip and femur in his right leg, his left arm was broken, and his collarbone fractured. It was nothing to the mental trauma of realizing that the woman he loved was essentially, destroyed.
The family laid charges and won their case against the other driver, but money could not bring back Mianna. Unuu broke down, trying escape his problems through the very thing that nearly killed him.
Leaving fifteen year old Tyko, struggling. He learned how to get his brother and sister ready for school, he learned how to cook, clean, and take care of them, his mother, and his father. He took to riding his bike to the store to get groceries when his father was too incapacitated to do it himself. When he turned sixteen, he got driving lessons from his best friend's father. He forced himself to improve his grades, for the sake of leading by example for his brother and sister. He graduated high school with honors, which was the catalyst for the fighting between his father and him for the next three years. His bitter resentment, and feelings of abandonment by his father for lacking the sisu to press on made him feel sick when his father tried to act fatherly.
Three years later, the fighting with his father finished. It culminated in Tyko and Unuu trading blows in the driveway. In the moment of violent sobriety, Unuu was overwhelmed with the realization of what he had done. A week later, Tyko came home from work to find his father in the garage, and the family car leaking cold coolant and oil to the floor. Police determined that Unuu had started it soon after Kiite and Ellisif had gone to school with his foot to the floor. He was dead long before the engine overheated, and subsequently blew a connecting rod out of the block.
At 21, Tyko became the sole care-giver of Mianna, and the legal guardian of his brother and sister.
Element:
Earth 2, Air 1
Strength: 1
Channeling: 3
Healing: 3
Elemental: 2
Strength: 1
Channeling: 3
Healing: 3
Elemental: 2
Affinity:
Stone and metal
Animal
Image:
Age: less than a year
Personality:
She is a bright, inquisitive, and feisty little monster that is just entering her maturity. Her intelligence and curiosity made it easy for her to learn some things her own mother didn't know, like how to deal with locked garbage cans, or that if you wait for the animals to leave through their flappy doors, they usually have food easily accessible on the floor. Shy around humans, and their cats and dogs, having learned to avoid them by training, and experience, however once accustomed to someone, she can be exceptionally playful, and may frequently try to antagonize others into playing her games.
History:
She has spent her short life so far in the suburbs of a small city, browsing through scraps and remains in garbage cans, pet food left on porches, unattended fruits fallen from trees, and playing with a friendly cat she met. She hasn't yet had any kits, but this coming spring, will likely be her first mating season.
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Seen
6 mos ago
Name: "Polly" - Polina LaFontaine
Age: 23.
Gender: Female
Personality:
She was a loner type in high school who would rather be reading or researching on a computer. Reserved and shy, she was never mean to anyone, but was bullied very badly in high school physically, mentally and emotionally. But she began to learn from her bullies. She took from her beatings as inspiration to fight back one day. The mind games they played on her, she began to see, unraveled them and stored that knowledge for future use. For revenge.
But she never got revenge on her bullies. She dropped out of high school and used those techniques she learned in highschool out there in the real world. But it was for the worst. She joined up with a biker gang and grew up much too quickly. She became cold and calculating and devolved into a master manipulator and heartless killer. In the last robbery the gang left a bloodbath behind and she did not feel a thing.
And now she is desperate and alone. There is no one out there she can trust. So she is looking for someone to rely on. And she will keep running until she finds that someone.
History:
Polly came from a family of business people that had no time for their daughter. They were a rather cold couple but with a warm, sweet daughter. She would always act up for attention until she was about 5. Then she broke some of her mom's fine China. And broke the glass of Daddy's liquor cabinet. Her parents had had enough of her actions and beat her down. And any time after that they would berate her and become verbally abusive, not really physical anymore, but it did scar her.
She found it hard to make friends and so she took to books and computers. Polly loved mysteries, crime and drama thrillers. But something about her, seemed to draw the worst in people; she was just a target for people's aggression. It got so bad that all she could do for middle-school and high school, she hid in the library for all free time she had. But afterschool... they got her and they got her good.
How was she supposed to tell her parents about what was happening? They saw the bruises on her face and asked, but she could see it in their eyes that she was not worth their time. She said she was taking martial arts in school to her parents and to her teachers she said she was taking martial arts outside school. But the bullies knew better, they knew she was not, but their tactics had to change. They beat her on parts of her body that no one would see, and especially in that mind of hers.
She was going to go crazy or kill herself. And so instead she dropped out of highschool and ran away.
She fell into a bad crowd and finally found herself in with a biker gang. But somehow she adapted and learned how to fit in; she found it seemed right to live a life of violence, drugs, drinking and crime. Things she learned outside the classroom during her stay in highschool finally paid off. She involved herself in robberies by acting as a sweet faced decoy. And so she earned the nick name: "Facie." Short for SweetieFace.
But then came the day they had a turf war with a rival gang. Things got really bad and so they had to flee. Facie somehow ended up behind the wheel and a bunny crossed the road. She hit the brakes and the other gang caught up with them. They did survive and managed to finally escape, but she messed up bad; her passengers, 'boyfriend' included, had been shot. She knew she was going to get a bullet to the belly and a bullet to the head and dumped in the river. And so she ran away again.
Elements: Fire
Fire 4
STR: Level 5
CHA: Level 1
ELE: Level 3
Affinity/specialty: Electricity
Animal
North American Pygmy Bunny
Age: One and a half years old.
Personality:
Typical shy and recluse since she can fit in both a persons hands and weighs a single pound. But she thinks she is more clever than most others and is a risk-taker. She is quick and can find good hiding spots, but has a weakness to foods she has never tasted before if they smell really good to her.
History:
She grew up in the lower part of the mountains by a highway road. She had seen Polly a few times as she drove by and for some reason, had her curiousity piqued. Other than that, she's only been alive for a year and bounces around with her family of bunnies. But she does tend to wander too close to the highway all too often.
Urms... there. Fixed for easier reading^^
~Edz~ And here is Elaine, her driving buddy^^
Age: 23.
Gender: Female
Personality:
She was a loner type in high school who would rather be reading or researching on a computer. Reserved and shy, she was never mean to anyone, but was bullied very badly in high school physically, mentally and emotionally. But she began to learn from her bullies. She took from her beatings as inspiration to fight back one day. The mind games they played on her, she began to see, unraveled them and stored that knowledge for future use. For revenge.
But she never got revenge on her bullies. She dropped out of high school and used those techniques she learned in highschool out there in the real world. But it was for the worst. She joined up with a biker gang and grew up much too quickly. She became cold and calculating and devolved into a master manipulator and heartless killer. In the last robbery the gang left a bloodbath behind and she did not feel a thing.
And now she is desperate and alone. There is no one out there she can trust. So she is looking for someone to rely on. And she will keep running until she finds that someone.
History:
Polly came from a family of business people that had no time for their daughter. They were a rather cold couple but with a warm, sweet daughter. She would always act up for attention until she was about 5. Then she broke some of her mom's fine China. And broke the glass of Daddy's liquor cabinet. Her parents had had enough of her actions and beat her down. And any time after that they would berate her and become verbally abusive, not really physical anymore, but it did scar her.
She found it hard to make friends and so she took to books and computers. Polly loved mysteries, crime and drama thrillers. But something about her, seemed to draw the worst in people; she was just a target for people's aggression. It got so bad that all she could do for middle-school and high school, she hid in the library for all free time she had. But afterschool... they got her and they got her good.
How was she supposed to tell her parents about what was happening? They saw the bruises on her face and asked, but she could see it in their eyes that she was not worth their time. She said she was taking martial arts in school to her parents and to her teachers she said she was taking martial arts outside school. But the bullies knew better, they knew she was not, but their tactics had to change. They beat her on parts of her body that no one would see, and especially in that mind of hers.
She was going to go crazy or kill herself. And so instead she dropped out of highschool and ran away.
She fell into a bad crowd and finally found herself in with a biker gang. But somehow she adapted and learned how to fit in; she found it seemed right to live a life of violence, drugs, drinking and crime. Things she learned outside the classroom during her stay in highschool finally paid off. She involved herself in robberies by acting as a sweet faced decoy. And so she earned the nick name: "Facie." Short for SweetieFace.
But then came the day they had a turf war with a rival gang. Things got really bad and so they had to flee. Facie somehow ended up behind the wheel and a bunny crossed the road. She hit the brakes and the other gang caught up with them. They did survive and managed to finally escape, but she messed up bad; her passengers, 'boyfriend' included, had been shot. She knew she was going to get a bullet to the belly and a bullet to the head and dumped in the river. And so she ran away again.
Elements: Fire
Fire 4
STR: Level 5
CHA: Level 1
ELE: Level 3
Affinity/specialty: Electricity
Animal
North American Pygmy BunnyAge: One and a half years old.
Personality:
Typical shy and recluse since she can fit in both a persons hands and weighs a single pound. But she thinks she is more clever than most others and is a risk-taker. She is quick and can find good hiding spots, but has a weakness to foods she has never tasted before if they smell really good to her.
History:
She grew up in the lower part of the mountains by a highway road. She had seen Polly a few times as she drove by and for some reason, had her curiousity piqued. Other than that, she's only been alive for a year and bounces around with her family of bunnies. But she does tend to wander too close to the highway all too often.
Urms... there. Fixed for easier reading^^
~Edz~ And here is Elaine, her driving buddy^^
GM
Everyone's ACCEPTED! :)
Nem or I will be contacting each person once their sheet is up for any tweaks and for the stats thingy.
Alright it's here! I'm nopt entirely satisfied, so I may edit it a bit...but this'll be the jist of it :)
Name: Amelie (Mellie) Moreau
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Personality: Mellie is easy going and relaxed. She has been a successful teacher, after doing her time working in a cafe right after she graduated college, and has enjoyed teaching the older elementary grades for the past 8 years. She’s a passionate gardener, and helped sponsor a school garden program that was a huge success in her suburban school. In her personal life she is calm and steady, the one her friends call when they need a hand with something, solid advice, or a shoulder to cry on. When it comes to making new friends she’s friendly and welcoming...but also cautious as she’s made friends with one too many mothers who wanted a sitter more than a friend. Despite not having found the right time she has a strong mothering instinct, and has always dreamed of a family of her own.
She does tend to be wary of change, but once she accepts it she dives in whole-heartedly.
History: Mellie’s parents were immigrants, via the long way. Her grandparents moved from Africa to France, and then her parents moved to Canada shortly after they married. They started in Quebec, but soon moved to Alberta, where there were more jobs. Her family moved quite a bit when she was young, but when Mellie was old enough to live on her own she settled in one place and has built her life in a small town.
Now, she owns her own small home with a lovely garden, and shares her life with the neighbourhood stray cats.
Her life might not be exciting, but she feels she’s been lucky, and is satisfied overall.
Elements: Water
Affinity/specialty: force fields
Strength: 3
Channeling: 3
Healing: 4
Element: 2
Animal
Age: 7
Personality: To be truthful he is a bit grumpy, he raised many clutches of chicks with his mate and now has little tolerance for younglings left. He has been lonely for a few months since his mate didn’t survive the flight to their wintering grounds, and has been a bit listless. He did migrate back north, but has been less enthusiastic about eating than usual.
History: This little male owl has lived a great owl-life. His mate initially chose a nesting site near many other couples and they enjoyed the company and warnings offered by living in a group. The last year though, they had to find a new nesting burrow and wound up alone. 7 of their 9 chicks survived, but the little male’s mate didn’t survive the migrations south that year. He has been alone since and had almost been convinced by a flirty young female to take another mate before he began to feel the need to move west.
Nem or I will be contacting each person once their sheet is up for any tweaks and for the stats thingy.
Alright it's here! I'm nopt entirely satisfied, so I may edit it a bit...but this'll be the jist of it :)
Name: Amelie (Mellie) Moreau
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Personality: Mellie is easy going and relaxed. She has been a successful teacher, after doing her time working in a cafe right after she graduated college, and has enjoyed teaching the older elementary grades for the past 8 years. She’s a passionate gardener, and helped sponsor a school garden program that was a huge success in her suburban school. In her personal life she is calm and steady, the one her friends call when they need a hand with something, solid advice, or a shoulder to cry on. When it comes to making new friends she’s friendly and welcoming...but also cautious as she’s made friends with one too many mothers who wanted a sitter more than a friend. Despite not having found the right time she has a strong mothering instinct, and has always dreamed of a family of her own.
She does tend to be wary of change, but once she accepts it she dives in whole-heartedly.
History: Mellie’s parents were immigrants, via the long way. Her grandparents moved from Africa to France, and then her parents moved to Canada shortly after they married. They started in Quebec, but soon moved to Alberta, where there were more jobs. Her family moved quite a bit when she was young, but when Mellie was old enough to live on her own she settled in one place and has built her life in a small town.
Now, she owns her own small home with a lovely garden, and shares her life with the neighbourhood stray cats.
Her life might not be exciting, but she feels she’s been lucky, and is satisfied overall.
Elements: Water
Affinity/specialty: force fields
Strength: 3
Channeling: 3
Healing: 4
Element: 2
Animal
Age: 7
Personality: To be truthful he is a bit grumpy, he raised many clutches of chicks with his mate and now has little tolerance for younglings left. He has been lonely for a few months since his mate didn’t survive the flight to their wintering grounds, and has been a bit listless. He did migrate back north, but has been less enthusiastic about eating than usual.
History: This little male owl has lived a great owl-life. His mate initially chose a nesting site near many other couples and they enjoyed the company and warnings offered by living in a group. The last year though, they had to find a new nesting burrow and wound up alone. 7 of their 9 chicks survived, but the little male’s mate didn’t survive the migrations south that year. He has been alone since and had almost been convinced by a flirty young female to take another mate before he began to feel the need to move west.
Girlie Go Boom Hey~hey~!!
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Okay URSHUMS!!!! Thanks^^
I fix'd up my charrie sheet too! And I replied for the stats! Be back later tonight! Later~~<3!
I fix'd up my charrie sheet too! And I replied for the stats! Be back later tonight! Later~~<3!
Guesses for the stats are out on my end as well, just waiting to see how it turns out.
And I'm being a horrible Co-GM making Jakhi do all the specifics, but I think I've got everyone on my end replied to.
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Lol, you all certainly have me running! Hopping?? *shrugs*
I'll have magic-y things written up for everyone I can do tonight, and I'll get my CS up. So hopefully we should be able to really get things moving this weekend! Yay! :D
I've definitely bitten off a lot with the individual magic things, there is some overlap (ie consistency) with the way things are described, and I think I've been pretty fair and tried to make your individual blurbs match the character sheets as much as I can...I hope, lol. If anyone needs things clarified you can ask here or PM me, there will be some basic magic info added in the first post...sometime this weekend depending on how the rest of this goes, so you'll all have a baseline to work from.
Anyways, off to do more blurbs and my CS!
*added* Whew! So far the following people have their magic info:
-Nem
-Squee
-Bunnita
-ChaoticLaw
-Logrin (I sent it to Nem to look over first, you should get it tonight :) )
I'll have magic-y things written up for everyone I can do tonight, and I'll get my CS up. So hopefully we should be able to really get things moving this weekend! Yay! :D
I've definitely bitten off a lot with the individual magic things, there is some overlap (ie consistency) with the way things are described, and I think I've been pretty fair and tried to make your individual blurbs match the character sheets as much as I can...I hope, lol. If anyone needs things clarified you can ask here or PM me, there will be some basic magic info added in the first post...sometime this weekend depending on how the rest of this goes, so you'll all have a baseline to work from.
Anyways, off to do more blurbs and my CS!
*added* Whew! So far the following people have their magic info:
-Nem
-Squee
-Bunnita
-ChaoticLaw
-Logrin (I sent it to Nem to look over first, you should get it tonight :) )
Wulfenheart
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Pssssht :P Mark the post with 'Not accepting', will you? It's a bit of a stretch to read through all that before checking the comments just to see you're too late to the party.
As a bit of interesting nit pick information, many animals do, in fact, have names and individual calls. The most documented species is dolphins who are assigned a certain frequency, but I'm betting my monthly salary that dogs do it too. My friends doggies call their individual friends by slightly different pitches. it's easy to tell once you've heard it.
As a bit of interesting nit pick information, many animals do, in fact, have names and individual calls. The most documented species is dolphins who are assigned a certain frequency, but I'm betting my monthly salary that dogs do it too. My friends doggies call their individual friends by slightly different pitches. it's easy to tell once you've heard it.
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Name: Israel Akanahe - prefers to go by 'Iz'.
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Personality: Iz is the very persona of a "gentle giant". Having grown up in a very isolated place with parents that could only be described as "that adorable old couple you sometimes see on a gameshow", Iz considers himself blessed with a well mannered upbringing. His father instilled a sense of discipline by having him chop wood and stay in his amazing physical condition, while his mother would always send him to town warning "If you cause trouble, I'll be the one chopping wood!", and since his mother had always been a frail woman Iz always worried about her safety. He's never desired to hurt anyone, regardless of what facade his appearance may attribute.
Iz is very far from shy- in fact, he enjoys meeting new people. He simply doesn't have much to say, very much an observer; however, when he does speak up in his deep and warming voice people often listen. He's not one for small talk, though, and will often try to contribute as much as possible to the topic of conversation without deviating too much.
If one were to try and sum up Iz, they'd probably say: Homely (the good kind of homely) of personality and strong of morals.
History: Israel was born in Hawaii to a very "lumberjack"-esque father and native Hawaiian mother. They moved back to the "mainland" states to escape the crowds of tourists when Iz was one year old, and even then he weighed almost as much as a loaded suitcase. His mother and father resettled in an isolated wood in your typical 'mountain cabin' style home.
When Iz was of age his father taught him how to swing an ax and cut wood. His father began to notice that Iz was gonna be a biggun', and having devoted to staying in shape himself, decided he would instill this same philosophy on his child. The lack of specialized equipment combined with his mother's comfort food cooking led to Iz becoming a giant of an adolescent; would've been amazing at football if he wasn't home schooled. Iz spent a large portion of his teens and twenties cycling between working out, chopping wood to keep the fires going, and walking to the tiny nearby town to buy whatever his parents told him to get. He once was given an old bike by a kind shopkeeper Iz frequented, but he turned out to be far too big for the poor thing and it wasn't long before it snapped.
Regardless, the days were coming when Iz was going to start preparing to leave his home and start his own legacy. His plans were all brought to an abrupt halt with his father's accident.
He's still convinced it was outright murder, but Iz's father was shot in a "hunting accident" (Iz tried hunting a few times, but his hands were too big for a rifle and he would often break the strings on bows) that was committed by a member of the family that disliked Iz's father for whatever reason. In fact, it was only when this tragedy happened that Iz learned of the feud in the first place. His father fought, but ultimately succumbed to the wound.
Worried about his mother and convinced the tiny and aging woman wouldn't live long by herself, Iz remained at his parents' home, now extremely protective of his momma. In recent years he's acted solely for her interests- he hates to see the woman grieve though he will often grieve with her if need be. He's learned a variety of new skills while caring for his mother: he can sort of cook (Though his mother often still does), he taught himself to drive his father's beat up rustbucket of a truck, and he can even quilt if he focuses (His fat fingers aren't very good for precise work).
Being so isolated, Iz hasn't heard much of the recent events of bonding and such. Such tales aren't new to him, though, practitioners of "magic" have always been rumored but passed off as "crazy backwoods folk".
Elements: Water, air, earth.
Affinity/specialty: Alright if I wait a bit to fill this part out?
(New) Stats:
Strength: 4
Channeling: 3
Healing: 2
Element: 1
Animal: Mountain Goat
Gender: Male
Age: 6 years- the average Mountain Goat will live 12 to 15 years.
Personality: If anything, one could observe that the personality of the Goat and Iz are one and the same: the Goat is a large and muscular animal though it is incredibly gentle. He is very unwavering and courageous- whereas most Mountain Goats are only protective of their young, this one seems to be protective of, well..everything. This is where his gentleness wavers- when defending something he cares for he won't show mercy or restraint, and those horns don't feel good.
However, being around such things he defends will open up the other side of him, as long as he determines you pose no threat- he may nudge or butt at your hip, but that's just him sayin' "Hey."
History: He's live the ideal life of the Mountain Goat: he lives above the treeline with two other male goats, often only traveling significant distances during mating season. Recently, however, one of the two he's lived with wandered off and hasn't returned for several days, leading this one to believe he's either gotten lost , found a better food source, or killed. This goat wants to find out.
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Personality: Iz is the very persona of a "gentle giant". Having grown up in a very isolated place with parents that could only be described as "that adorable old couple you sometimes see on a gameshow", Iz considers himself blessed with a well mannered upbringing. His father instilled a sense of discipline by having him chop wood and stay in his amazing physical condition, while his mother would always send him to town warning "If you cause trouble, I'll be the one chopping wood!", and since his mother had always been a frail woman Iz always worried about her safety. He's never desired to hurt anyone, regardless of what facade his appearance may attribute.
Iz is very far from shy- in fact, he enjoys meeting new people. He simply doesn't have much to say, very much an observer; however, when he does speak up in his deep and warming voice people often listen. He's not one for small talk, though, and will often try to contribute as much as possible to the topic of conversation without deviating too much.
If one were to try and sum up Iz, they'd probably say: Homely (the good kind of homely) of personality and strong of morals.
History: Israel was born in Hawaii to a very "lumberjack"-esque father and native Hawaiian mother. They moved back to the "mainland" states to escape the crowds of tourists when Iz was one year old, and even then he weighed almost as much as a loaded suitcase. His mother and father resettled in an isolated wood in your typical 'mountain cabin' style home.
When Iz was of age his father taught him how to swing an ax and cut wood. His father began to notice that Iz was gonna be a biggun', and having devoted to staying in shape himself, decided he would instill this same philosophy on his child. The lack of specialized equipment combined with his mother's comfort food cooking led to Iz becoming a giant of an adolescent; would've been amazing at football if he wasn't home schooled. Iz spent a large portion of his teens and twenties cycling between working out, chopping wood to keep the fires going, and walking to the tiny nearby town to buy whatever his parents told him to get. He once was given an old bike by a kind shopkeeper Iz frequented, but he turned out to be far too big for the poor thing and it wasn't long before it snapped.
Regardless, the days were coming when Iz was going to start preparing to leave his home and start his own legacy. His plans were all brought to an abrupt halt with his father's accident.
He's still convinced it was outright murder, but Iz's father was shot in a "hunting accident" (Iz tried hunting a few times, but his hands were too big for a rifle and he would often break the strings on bows) that was committed by a member of the family that disliked Iz's father for whatever reason. In fact, it was only when this tragedy happened that Iz learned of the feud in the first place. His father fought, but ultimately succumbed to the wound.
Worried about his mother and convinced the tiny and aging woman wouldn't live long by herself, Iz remained at his parents' home, now extremely protective of his momma. In recent years he's acted solely for her interests- he hates to see the woman grieve though he will often grieve with her if need be. He's learned a variety of new skills while caring for his mother: he can sort of cook (Though his mother often still does), he taught himself to drive his father's beat up rustbucket of a truck, and he can even quilt if he focuses (His fat fingers aren't very good for precise work).
Being so isolated, Iz hasn't heard much of the recent events of bonding and such. Such tales aren't new to him, though, practitioners of "magic" have always been rumored but passed off as "crazy backwoods folk".
Elements: Water, air, earth.
Affinity/specialty: Alright if I wait a bit to fill this part out?
(New) Stats:
Strength: 4
Channeling: 3
Healing: 2
Element: 1
Animal: Mountain Goat
Gender: Male
Age: 6 years- the average Mountain Goat will live 12 to 15 years.
Personality: If anything, one could observe that the personality of the Goat and Iz are one and the same: the Goat is a large and muscular animal though it is incredibly gentle. He is very unwavering and courageous- whereas most Mountain Goats are only protective of their young, this one seems to be protective of, well..everything. This is where his gentleness wavers- when defending something he cares for he won't show mercy or restraint, and those horns don't feel good.
However, being around such things he defends will open up the other side of him, as long as he determines you pose no threat- he may nudge or butt at your hip, but that's just him sayin' "Hey."
History: He's live the ideal life of the Mountain Goat: he lives above the treeline with two other male goats, often only traveling significant distances during mating season. Recently, however, one of the two he's lived with wandered off and hasn't returned for several days, leading this one to believe he's either gotten lost , found a better food source, or killed. This goat wants to find out.
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Sorry Wulfenheart! I forgot to mark it, fixing it now...We'll keep you in mind if we need players later on though.
As far as the animals go there are some who definitely do have that capacity - the ones who have self-recognition (some corvids, bonobos, orangutans I think, dolphins and some other cetaceans, and some others) but for the sake of the game it's just easier to say that can't. Besides, they'll get some sort of name during the game and as they gain more self-awareness.
I do see your point though ;)
As far as the animals go there are some who definitely do have that capacity - the ones who have self-recognition (some corvids, bonobos, orangutans I think, dolphins and some other cetaceans, and some others) but for the sake of the game it's just easier to say that can't. Besides, they'll get some sort of name during the game and as they gain more self-awareness.
I do see your point though ;)
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CS is up in place of the placeholder.
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Lovely :) all accounted for. We've got a few more stats and magic intros to get done, but I'm working on the IC intro post as we speak. Get ready to follow my lead folks!
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Goldmarble, I strongly considered using a raccoon instead of a Grizzly. I thought for a solid thirty minutes about which to use. xD
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Lady Squee said
Goldmarble, I strongly considered using a raccoon instead of a Grizzly. I thought for a solid thirty minutes about which to use. xD
:D Raccoons are cute and awesome. And can be lap animals.
Course....you can't ride a raccoon like you could potentially ride a Grizzly.
I was also tempted to go with a Moose. Or a Big Horn Sheep.
So many tempting animals out there, yes there are. I was waiting for someone to go with a skunk. But I definitely think that head lice is something I never would have thought of. lol
It was either that or star-nosed mole. But you can't spread moles to other people!
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