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Hey all, so I've got it cleared by Kingfisher, and thought I should let everyone know that as of now Johanssen is 1/4th nymph from her pappy's side (her paternal grandmama). So I'm just going to quote what I told Kingfisher:
EDIT: A slightly more added on explanation (which I've put in the other section of her CS):
From her father's side (her paternal grandmother), Johanssen is 1/4th nymph. What this denotes for Johanssen is the ability to charm people. The supernatural charm is perhaps not as severally magical as a pureblooded nymph. The charm is not, like, a lusty, sort of seductive thing, but instead she is just charming. It does, however, work better on those who are attracted to her gender. People, weather they find her attractive or otherwise, find her presence to be calming as well as uplifting. It can cause weird affects, essentially on people who hate or are fighting her; they would feel somewhat compelled to like her, whilst also wanting to kill her, forming conflicting emotions. It can also produced weird feelings in those who are already negatively emotionally compromised; feelings of anger, and sadness can turn into confused frustration as the client to her supernatural charm tries to fight off the urge to be clam, happy, and enchanted with her.
SECOND THING I FORGOT TO MENTION
For the past year, I have almost exclusively focused on first person writing (In my private writing). However, I don't want to loose my touch with third, so I've changed Chase to a third person character, and kept Johanssen a first person one. Seeing at this is the only rp I'm in, at the moment, aside from my private writing, I thought it would be the perfect situation to use both 1st and 3rd person. However, if this change discomforts the majority, I can easily go and reverse the one post and go back to first person for both characters.
EDIT: A slightly more added on explanation (which I've put in the other section of her CS):
From her father's side (her paternal grandmother), Johanssen is 1/4th nymph. What this denotes for Johanssen is the ability to charm people. The supernatural charm is perhaps not as severally magical as a pureblooded nymph. The charm is not, like, a lusty, sort of seductive thing, but instead she is just charming. It does, however, work better on those who are attracted to her gender. People, weather they find her attractive or otherwise, find her presence to be calming as well as uplifting. It can cause weird affects, essentially on people who hate or are fighting her; they would feel somewhat compelled to like her, whilst also wanting to kill her, forming conflicting emotions. It can also produced weird feelings in those who are already negatively emotionally compromised; feelings of anger, and sadness can turn into confused frustration as the client to her supernatural charm tries to fight off the urge to be clam, happy, and enchanted with her.
SECOND THING I FORGOT TO MENTION
For the past year, I have almost exclusively focused on first person writing (In my private writing). However, I don't want to loose my touch with third, so I've changed Chase to a third person character, and kept Johanssen a first person one. Seeing at this is the only rp I'm in, at the moment, aside from my private writing, I thought it would be the perfect situation to use both 1st and 3rd person. However, if this change discomforts the majority, I can easily go and reverse the one post and go back to first person for both characters.
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Tsar Gatto African or European?
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Okay here we are. Still need to find picture.
Name/Nicknames:
Atticus Carver
Race:
Human
Age:
28
Appearance:
Atticus was in the past referred to as a bit of a ‘pretty boy’, his features being defined with a strong jaw, carefree smile and piercing green eyes that could melt the heart of anyone. His mahogany coloured hair was short and messy and was hardly maintained but always seemingly perfect, adding further to his charming appearance. Today he is almost unrecognisable when compared to his former self.
His once carefree expression and generous smiles are now all but strangers to his features which are now more of a stoic shadow of what they once were. His hair, whilst still unmaintained is now streaked generously with flecks of grey and even white showing that the years have not been kind to him. When combined with his often unshaven appearance this leads him to be seen in a slightly more rugged and sinister light. His eyes are somewhat dulled and now gleam with only a predatory hint of the darkness that lies within him just beyond the surface.
That being said Atticus is far from having lost his looks and despite his somewhat worn appearance he could still easily considered handsome and dashing if he makes the effort to present himself. He dresses himself however the occasion calls for, smart or casual it matters not to him. To him how he chooses to appear is simply a tool to portray whatever impression he wants to on those around him and nothing more.
Physically Atticus appears unremarkable, on first glance not seeming to be under or overweight to any particular degree. In truth his body is lithe and muscular, lacking any excess fat or tissue caused by his somewhat ‘spartan’ lifestyle. It could be said that he is tall, but again not excessively so.
Personality:
Like his appearance, the personality of Atticus seems to change to best suit his situation and needs. A chatty neighbour, a gentle and caring friend, an indifferent stranger seemingly going about their own business, these are just a few of the guises that Atticus regularly falls into. To him it is easy to flow and ebb his mannerisms and demeanour to whatever would be expected of him, none seeing his true personally shine through until it is far too late.
In truth Atticus is cold, unforgiving and dismissive. Quick to judge others and mark them off as useless and unworthy of life like the vast majority of the beings that exist and inhabit the world around him. He is somewhat detached from the realities of the world and cares for little other than his own interests and desires, which are as warped and distorted as the man’s broken mind. He lives for misery and pain, or rather lives to inflict these onto those who he targets for such treatment.
Atticus of course shows his true self to no one, a master at controlling his emotions and masking his distaste for the lives of others easily. He considers himself superior to most and generally considers the other races to be little more than a curse or illness inflicted upon the undeserving or foolish.
Bio:
Atticus Carver was born to a wealthy and high-class couple, his father the director of several companies and his mother a lawyer for a global corporation. As such his life was very different from those who are forced to live and fight for everything they have. His upbringing was relatively speaking uneventful and he became a happy, well rounded young adult who was very articulate and caring, though he did have something of a restless side to him. He also had a thirst for knowledge and studied a great deal of subjects including art, medicine and history amongst other things at several of the world’s leading universities and academies. It was during this time that he met a young and beautiful woman who he became completely and totally infatuated with, the pair falling in love and marrying within a year. Her name was Kitiara de Folie and she brought to Atticus a feeling of completion and serenity, it was if they were two parts of one whole finally brought together as always intended.
His father died of sudden heart attack when he was 21 his death having quite the impact on the young man who was distraught over the loss. Two years later his mother followed suit and died suddenly after being diagnosed with cancer only a week earlier.
The sudden losses were both difficult for him to face and if it were not for the support and love of his wife Kitiara he surely would have spiralled out of control. With the wealth that was left to them the pair had the world at their feet and had oh so many plans together. But of course the world had other plans in mind for the young couple and they only had another seven blissful months together before tragedy struck.
The pair attended a charity ball event on the east coast, a city far too close to the monstrous beast that is Santa Somabra – the cities dark tendrils outstretching and corrupting everything it touched. The event was targeted by a criminal enterprise who realised that there would be many wealthy individuals to both threaten and kidnap, with too much money to be made. The event itself however was more well protected than they realised, a brutal and panicked shootout occurring filling the ballroom with screams, gunfire and blood.
It was all over in the blink of an eye. Atticus only remembers flashes from that evening, the look of Kitiara’s lifeless face gazing back at him as he held her, the shots ringing through the air as a chorus of panicked screams echoed. Atticus himself was also shot, a mostly superficial wound that grazed his neck only millimetres away from ending his life in an instant.
Atticus plummeted into a pit of depression and misery, he stopped talking, eating or doing anything else, unable to tear his thoughts away from the events that had occurred. Atticus threw his fortune into the occult, seeking any way to return his love to the mortal realm no matter the cost. Finally able to function once more this became more than an obsession for him. It was during this time that Atticus killed for the first time, a sacrifice required by a supposedly dark and powerful deity. He slaughtered a young beautiful woman with no hesitation and no remorse, before later killing the ‘druid’ after it had become clear that the ritual had failed to bring back his love as promised. He continued in this fashion for weeks, his body count starting to grow as he killed those who failed to bring his wife back to him along with any sacrifices that were required or anyone who got in his way.
After some time it became clear that what he hoped to achieve was impossible despite his every effort. As a result he soon looked to end his life and join her in whatever afterlife there may be, once more sinking into a deep depression. With the barrel of a gun pressed to his temple Atticus took what he intended to be his final breath, however he was stopped by a voice that he instantly recognised. Kitiara was suddenly sat beside him, her face unmarked by the bloody smears that plagued his nightmares and her eyes gazing once more into his.
That day she came back to him, real or not it didn’t matter to Atticus. To him she was as real as the world around him, he could see her, hear her and feel her touch once more and that was all he wanted – whether others could or not he did not care. Several conversations with his wife later his purpose became clear once more. She wanted him to go to Santa Somabra and continue his ‘work’ there, Kitiara apparently feeling that each and every citizen of the foul place needed to be judged and punished appropriately. Atticus needed very little convincing, selling what remained of his possessions and travelling to the city. He has spent the last several months in the city moving from hotel to hotel as he searched for the perfect location to carry out his trade. Unfortunately for the residents of Santa Somabra he has found what he was looking for.
Other:
Atticus is of course insane, if not in a sophisticated kind of way. His wife is of course long dead, the woman he sees being nothing more than a very convincing figment of his mind. He knows others cannot see or hear her and as such only interacts and speaks with her when alone (or when with someone who will soon be in no position to tell anybody anything).
Atticus uses any weapon or method to his killings that fits the time and situation, having no such ‘pattern’ or set modus operandi that has thus far developed. His greatest tool is his mind and his ability to behave in a totally ‘normal’ way.
Name/Nicknames:
Atticus Carver
Race:
Human
Age:
28
Appearance:
Atticus was in the past referred to as a bit of a ‘pretty boy’, his features being defined with a strong jaw, carefree smile and piercing green eyes that could melt the heart of anyone. His mahogany coloured hair was short and messy and was hardly maintained but always seemingly perfect, adding further to his charming appearance. Today he is almost unrecognisable when compared to his former self.
His once carefree expression and generous smiles are now all but strangers to his features which are now more of a stoic shadow of what they once were. His hair, whilst still unmaintained is now streaked generously with flecks of grey and even white showing that the years have not been kind to him. When combined with his often unshaven appearance this leads him to be seen in a slightly more rugged and sinister light. His eyes are somewhat dulled and now gleam with only a predatory hint of the darkness that lies within him just beyond the surface.
That being said Atticus is far from having lost his looks and despite his somewhat worn appearance he could still easily considered handsome and dashing if he makes the effort to present himself. He dresses himself however the occasion calls for, smart or casual it matters not to him. To him how he chooses to appear is simply a tool to portray whatever impression he wants to on those around him and nothing more.
Physically Atticus appears unremarkable, on first glance not seeming to be under or overweight to any particular degree. In truth his body is lithe and muscular, lacking any excess fat or tissue caused by his somewhat ‘spartan’ lifestyle. It could be said that he is tall, but again not excessively so.
Personality:
Like his appearance, the personality of Atticus seems to change to best suit his situation and needs. A chatty neighbour, a gentle and caring friend, an indifferent stranger seemingly going about their own business, these are just a few of the guises that Atticus regularly falls into. To him it is easy to flow and ebb his mannerisms and demeanour to whatever would be expected of him, none seeing his true personally shine through until it is far too late.
In truth Atticus is cold, unforgiving and dismissive. Quick to judge others and mark them off as useless and unworthy of life like the vast majority of the beings that exist and inhabit the world around him. He is somewhat detached from the realities of the world and cares for little other than his own interests and desires, which are as warped and distorted as the man’s broken mind. He lives for misery and pain, or rather lives to inflict these onto those who he targets for such treatment.
Atticus of course shows his true self to no one, a master at controlling his emotions and masking his distaste for the lives of others easily. He considers himself superior to most and generally considers the other races to be little more than a curse or illness inflicted upon the undeserving or foolish.
Bio:
Atticus Carver was born to a wealthy and high-class couple, his father the director of several companies and his mother a lawyer for a global corporation. As such his life was very different from those who are forced to live and fight for everything they have. His upbringing was relatively speaking uneventful and he became a happy, well rounded young adult who was very articulate and caring, though he did have something of a restless side to him. He also had a thirst for knowledge and studied a great deal of subjects including art, medicine and history amongst other things at several of the world’s leading universities and academies. It was during this time that he met a young and beautiful woman who he became completely and totally infatuated with, the pair falling in love and marrying within a year. Her name was Kitiara de Folie and she brought to Atticus a feeling of completion and serenity, it was if they were two parts of one whole finally brought together as always intended.
His father died of sudden heart attack when he was 21 his death having quite the impact on the young man who was distraught over the loss. Two years later his mother followed suit and died suddenly after being diagnosed with cancer only a week earlier.
The sudden losses were both difficult for him to face and if it were not for the support and love of his wife Kitiara he surely would have spiralled out of control. With the wealth that was left to them the pair had the world at their feet and had oh so many plans together. But of course the world had other plans in mind for the young couple and they only had another seven blissful months together before tragedy struck.
The pair attended a charity ball event on the east coast, a city far too close to the monstrous beast that is Santa Somabra – the cities dark tendrils outstretching and corrupting everything it touched. The event was targeted by a criminal enterprise who realised that there would be many wealthy individuals to both threaten and kidnap, with too much money to be made. The event itself however was more well protected than they realised, a brutal and panicked shootout occurring filling the ballroom with screams, gunfire and blood.
It was all over in the blink of an eye. Atticus only remembers flashes from that evening, the look of Kitiara’s lifeless face gazing back at him as he held her, the shots ringing through the air as a chorus of panicked screams echoed. Atticus himself was also shot, a mostly superficial wound that grazed his neck only millimetres away from ending his life in an instant.
Atticus plummeted into a pit of depression and misery, he stopped talking, eating or doing anything else, unable to tear his thoughts away from the events that had occurred. Atticus threw his fortune into the occult, seeking any way to return his love to the mortal realm no matter the cost. Finally able to function once more this became more than an obsession for him. It was during this time that Atticus killed for the first time, a sacrifice required by a supposedly dark and powerful deity. He slaughtered a young beautiful woman with no hesitation and no remorse, before later killing the ‘druid’ after it had become clear that the ritual had failed to bring back his love as promised. He continued in this fashion for weeks, his body count starting to grow as he killed those who failed to bring his wife back to him along with any sacrifices that were required or anyone who got in his way.
After some time it became clear that what he hoped to achieve was impossible despite his every effort. As a result he soon looked to end his life and join her in whatever afterlife there may be, once more sinking into a deep depression. With the barrel of a gun pressed to his temple Atticus took what he intended to be his final breath, however he was stopped by a voice that he instantly recognised. Kitiara was suddenly sat beside him, her face unmarked by the bloody smears that plagued his nightmares and her eyes gazing once more into his.
That day she came back to him, real or not it didn’t matter to Atticus. To him she was as real as the world around him, he could see her, hear her and feel her touch once more and that was all he wanted – whether others could or not he did not care. Several conversations with his wife later his purpose became clear once more. She wanted him to go to Santa Somabra and continue his ‘work’ there, Kitiara apparently feeling that each and every citizen of the foul place needed to be judged and punished appropriately. Atticus needed very little convincing, selling what remained of his possessions and travelling to the city. He has spent the last several months in the city moving from hotel to hotel as he searched for the perfect location to carry out his trade. Unfortunately for the residents of Santa Somabra he has found what he was looking for.
Other:
Atticus is of course insane, if not in a sophisticated kind of way. His wife is of course long dead, the woman he sees being nothing more than a very convincing figment of his mind. He knows others cannot see or hear her and as such only interacts and speaks with her when alone (or when with someone who will soon be in no position to tell anybody anything).
Atticus uses any weapon or method to his killings that fits the time and situation, having no such ‘pattern’ or set modus operandi that has thus far developed. His greatest tool is his mind and his ability to behave in a totally ‘normal’ way.
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Okay here we are. Still need to find picture.Name/Nicknames:
Atticus Carver
Race:
Human
Age:
28
Appearance:
Atticus was in the past referred to as a bit of a ‘pretty boy’, his features being defined with a strong jaw, carefree smile and piercing green eyes that could melt the heart of anyone. His mahogany coloured hair was short and messy and was hardly maintained but always seemingly perfect, adding further to his charming appearance. Today he is almost unrecognisable when compared to his former self.
His once carefree expression and generous smiles are now all but strangers to his features which are now more of a stoic shadow of what they once were. His hair, whilst still unmaintained is now streaked generously with flecks of grey and even white showing that the years have not been kind to him. When combined with his often unshaven appearance this leads him to be seen in a slightly more rugged and sinister light. His eyes are somewhat dulled and now gleam with only a predatory hint of the darkness that lies within him just beyond the surface.
That being said Atticus is far from having lost his looks and despite his somewhat worn appearance he could still easily considered handsome and dashing if he makes the effort to present himself. He dresses himself however the occasion calls for, smart or casual it matters not to him. To him how he chooses to appear is simply a tool to portray whatever impression he wants to on those around him and nothing more.
Physically Atticus appears unremarkable, on first glance not seeming to be under or overweight to any particular degree. In truth his body is lithe and muscular, lacking any excess fat or tissue caused by his somewhat ‘spartan’ lifestyle. It could be said that he is tall, but again not excessively so.
Personality:
Like his appearance, the personality of Atticus seems to change to best suit his situation and needs. A chatty neighbour, a gentle and caring friend, an indifferent stranger seemingly going about their own business, these are just a few of the guises that Atticus regularly falls into. To him it is easy to flow and ebb his mannerisms and demeanour to whatever would be expected of him, none seeing his true personally shine through until it is far too late.
In truth Atticus is cold, unforgiving and dismissive. Quick to judge others and mark them off as useless and unworthy of life like the vast majority of the beings that exist and inhabit the world around him. He is somewhat detached from the realities of the world and cares for little other than his own interests and desires, which are as warped and distorted as the man’s broken mind. He lives for misery and pain, or rather lives to inflict these onto those who he targets for such treatment.
Atticus of course shows his true self to no one, a master at controlling his emotions and masking his distaste for the lives of others easily. He considers himself superior to most and generally considers the other races to be little more than a curse or illness inflicted upon the undeserving or foolish.
Bio:
Atticus Carver was born to a wealthy and high-class couple, his father the director of several companies and his mother a lawyer for a global corporation. As such his life was very different from those who are forced to live and fight for everything they have. His upbringing was relatively speaking uneventful and he became a happy, well rounded young adult who was very articulate and caring, though he did have something of a restless side to him. He also had a thirst for knowledge and studied a great deal of subjects including art, medicine and history amongst other things at several of the world’s leading universities and academies. It was during this time that he met a young and beautiful woman who he became completely and totally infatuated with, the pair falling in love and marrying within a year. Her name was Kitiara de Folie and she brought to Atticus a feeling of completion and serenity, it was if they were two parts of one whole finally brought together as always intended.
His father died of sudden heart attack when he was 21 his death having quite the impact on the young man who was distraught over the loss. Two years later his mother followed suit and died suddenly after being diagnosed with cancer only a week earlier.
The sudden losses were both difficult for him to face and if it were not for the support and love of his wife Kitiara he surely would have spiralled out of control. With the wealth that was left to them the pair had the world at their feet and had oh so many plans together. But of course the world had other plans in mind for the young couple and they only had another seven blissful months together before tragedy struck.
The pair attended a charity ball event on the east coast, a city far too close to the monstrous beast that is Santa Somabra – the cities dark tendrils outstretching and corrupting everything it touched. The event was targeted by a criminal enterprise who realised that there would be many wealthy individuals to both threaten and kidnap, with too much money to be made. The event itself however was more well protected than they realised, a brutal and panicked shootout occurring filling the ballroom with screams, gunfire and blood.
It was all over in the blink of an eye. Atticus only remembers flashes from that evening, the look of Kitiara’s lifeless face gazing back at him as he held her, the shots ringing through the air as a chorus of panicked screams echoed. Atticus himself was also shot, a mostly superficial wound that grazed his neck only millimetres away from ending his life in an instant.
Atticus plummeted into a pit of depression and misery, he stopped talking, eating or doing anything else, unable to tear his thoughts away from the events that had occurred. Atticus threw his fortune into the occult, seeking any way to return his love to the mortal realm no matter the cost. Finally able to function once more this became more than an obsession for him. It was during this time that Atticus killed for the first time, a sacrifice required by a supposedly dark and powerful deity. He slaughtered a young beautiful woman with no hesitation and no remorse, before later killing the ‘druid’ after it had become clear that the ritual had failed to bring back his love as promised. He continued in this fashion for weeks, his body count starting to grow as he killed those who failed to bring his wife back to him along with any sacrifices that were required or anyone who got in his way.
After some time it became clear that what he hoped to achieve was impossible despite his every effort. As a result he soon looked to end his life and join her in whatever afterlife there may be, once more sinking into a deep depression. With the barrel of a gun pressed to his temple Atticus took what he intended to be his final breath, however he was stopped by a voice that he instantly recognised. Kitiara was suddenly sat beside him, her face unmarked by the bloody smears that plagued his nightmares and her eyes gazing once more into his.
That day she came back to him, real or not it didn’t matter to Atticus. To him she was as real as the world around him, he could see her, hear her and feel her touch once more and that was all he wanted – whether others could or not he did not care. Several conversations with his wife later his purpose became clear once more. She wanted him to go to Santa Somabra and continue his ‘work’ there, Kitiara apparently feeling that each and every citizen of the foul place needed to be judged and punished appropriately. Atticus needed very little convincing, selling what remained of his possessions and travelling to the city. He has spent the last several months in the city moving from hotel to hotel as he searched for the perfect location to carry out his trade. Unfortunately for the residents of Santa Somabra he has found what he was looking for.
Other:
Atticus is of course insane, if not in a sophisticated kind of way. His wife is of course long dead, the woman he sees being nothing more than a very convincing figment of his mind. He knows others cannot see or hear her and as such only interacts and speaks with her when alone (or when with someone who will soon be in no position to tell anybody anything).
Atticus uses any weapon or method to his killings that fits the time and situation, having no such ‘pattern’ or set modus operandi that has thus far developed. His greatest tool is his mind and his ability to behave in a totally ‘normal’ way.
Atticus is approved. Feel free to put his CS over in the character sheet tab
fantasyfan28 Legendary Sage
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Kitiara reference for the win. (Maybe a coincidence but one of my favourite "bad" characters from the Dragonlance novels)
Bonus internet cookies for others who know what I mean lol
Bonus internet cookies for others who know what I mean lol
Tsar Gatto African or European?
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Hah, you sir gain plus one cookies.
Dragonlance Chronicles for the win.
Also many thanks, sheet added with picture. Will make black and white when on my PC.
annd done.
Dragonlance Chronicles for the win.
Also many thanks, sheet added with picture. Will make black and white when on my PC.
annd done.
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Name: Hayley Varron
Alias: Wolfsbane
Age: 21
Height: 5ft 8 inches
Weapons: A sleek, bone, recurve bow; different variations of arrow; small daggers for climbing and attack; vampiric fangs.
Clothing: Long leggins, small crop top, with small converse shoes.
Appearance: Long straight hair that falls to her shoulders like a waterfall of molten gold. Deep dark crimson eyes, a full face with a curved nose and full lips. An athletic body toned from hours of hard training over her youth.
Bio: As a child Hayley grew up in the deep edge of the world. Her father was a hunter and she grew up learning how to hunt with her father. Late at night everyday she would go up to the roof tops and practise free running on the roof tops. But one fateful day her father went hunting on his own to get some food when he came across the hunters and got ripped into small pieces and died. Haley was distraught and wanted her revenge on the hunters.
Alias: Wolfsbane
Age: 21
Height: 5ft 8 inches
Weapons: A sleek, bone, recurve bow; different variations of arrow; small daggers for climbing and attack; vampiric fangs.
Clothing: Long leggins, small crop top, with small converse shoes.
Appearance: Long straight hair that falls to her shoulders like a waterfall of molten gold. Deep dark crimson eyes, a full face with a curved nose and full lips. An athletic body toned from hours of hard training over her youth.
Bio: As a child Hayley grew up in the deep edge of the world. Her father was a hunter and she grew up learning how to hunt with her father. Late at night everyday she would go up to the roof tops and practise free running on the roof tops. But one fateful day her father went hunting on his own to get some food when he came across the hunters and got ripped into small pieces and died. Haley was distraught and wanted her revenge on the hunters.
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Name: Hayley Varron
Alias: Wolfsbane
Age: 21
Height: 5ft 8 inches
Weapons: A sleek, bone, recurve bow; different variations of arrow; small daggers for climbing and attack; vampiric fangs.
Clothing: Long leggins, small crop top, with small converse shoes.
Appearance: Long straight hair that falls to her shoulders like a waterfall of molten gold. Deep dark crimson eyes, a full face with a curved nose and full lips. An athletic body toned from hours of hard training over her youth.
Bio: As a child Hayley grew up in the deep edge of the world. Her father was a hunter and she grew up learning how to hunt with her father. Late at night everyday she would go up to the roof tops and practise free running on the roof tops. But one fateful day her father went hunting on his own to get some food when he came across the hunters and got ripped into small pieces and died. Haley was distraught and wanted her revenge on the hunters.
I like the premiss, but needs to be expanded a tad. Try and include some more detail.
potatochipgolem Linear Freedom
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@Onegymbadger Might I just point out that we have a very similar member whose name is exactly like yours? That's quite the mystery indeed.
Still nonetheless if you are truly new here, I'd like to say 'Welcome'!. I'm glad Ricardo Vigil isn't going to be alone in his despising those hunters, as they say - misery lves company.
Still nonetheless if you are truly new here, I'd like to say 'Welcome'!. I'm glad Ricardo Vigil isn't going to be alone in his despising those hunters, as they say - misery lves company.
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@Onegymbadger Might I just point out that we have a very similar member whose name is exactly like yours? That's quite the mystery indeed.
Still nonetheless if you are truly new here, I'd like to say 'Welcome'!. I'm glad Ricardo Vigil isn't going to be alone in his despising those hunters, as they say - misery lves company.
I think its his brother. Badger told me he'd expressed interest in joining up, I just didn't put two and two together until about five minutes ago :P
potatochipgolem Linear Freedom
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@Kingfisher I see! That is rather neat.
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Okay kiddos, to help with the problem of peeps feeling they've run out of ideas, or written themselves into corner's, I present to you...Nyxvira!
If anyone's lacking ideas, wants something for their character to do for a short while, or just fancies abit of collabing, then simply stop by Chinatown, and our resident Faerie crimelady will have some work available, based off of your character's speciality.
Name/Nicknames: Nyxvira Bloodbloom (Nyx)
Race: Faerie
Age: 117
Appearance:
Nyxvira is a squat and thickset young Faerie, with blotchy pale skin and a corpulent form. Even for someone of her age she is short, which only serves to accentuate her weighty build. She has a giant waist, very broad hips, and meaty legs; with her thighs brushing together. A huge gut protrudes from beneath her clothes; a great white boulder that juts out in front of her, with faint stretch-marks criss-crossing around its edges.
Her hair is a dry auburn, flecked with strands of bright red, and has been cut short, falling down around her shoulders.
While she has noticeably chunky arms, which is due to a mixture of both fat and muscle. Nyx possessing great deal more upper-body strength than one would commonly attribute to a faerie girl. Her legs are thick with muscle from supporting her full-figure, with a dense layer of fat adding some extra padding to them.
She has a round face, with a noticeable second chin, and the beginnings on a third. Bright orange freckles are scattered across her likeness, her nose is broad, and she had close-set sparkling gold eyes. She has a plump mouth, with full dark red lips.
Ethereal yellow wings, streaked with faint golden lights, protrude from her back; great incorporeal appendages that flitter in and out of existence, adorned with ornate swirls and patterns, which phase into being at her bidding.
Personality: A self-aware narcissist, Nyxvira cares about one thing, and one thing only; herself. Whilst not completely sadistic, Nyx does draw a slight sense of satisfaction from the suffering of others, and delights in meddling in affairs that aren’t her own. A survivalist at heart, Nyxvira is good at adapting to hazardous situations, and is able to keep a cool head in the face of danger.
Delighting in causing mischief, as most Faeries do, Nyxvira is right at home in Santa Somabra, where misery and malice are as much a part of the city as the grimy roads and streets.
Bio: Nyxvira grew up in her family’s ancestral grove in the county of Surrey in England, and lived her first years completely separated from outside influence, dwelling solely within Faerie society. Out of her six siblings, the gift of magic was most present in Nyx, and so she was made Matriarch of the House of Bloodbloom, and given dominance over her family’s grove and the other faeries within it. Once she was an acceptable age, Nyxvira received some tutelage within the primarily human outside world, and began attending various classes.
Initially, Nyxvira was tormented for her weight and narcissistic personality, cast out by the other children, but through a mixture of flaunting her prominent status, arcane charms, and intimidation, Nyxvira managed to work her way the social hierarchy; asserting herself as one of the dominant bullies and manipulators in her school.
Throughout her time in school Nyxvira would lure off unsuspecting children and painfully metamorphosize them into Hobb servants for her household. Several police investigations were launched into the House of Bloodbloom, but no concrete evidence was ever found. Whether this was due to careful planning on the arrogant Faeries part, of a hesitance by authorities to spark an incident with notoriously powerful faeries is unknown. For a period in time Nyxvira was the resident drug dealer at her school; using Hobbs to transport her wares back and forth, until she grew bored of her primarily human clientèle.
Disgusted by her francizing with humans, and the poor manner by which their sister mistreated them, the other children of the house of Bloodbloom eventually rose up against Nyxvira, casting out her and her Hobb thralls, and assuming control of the family grove for themselves.
Nyxvira moved from country to country, soaking up a great many languages and cultures; spreading mischief and discord as she went, constantly being chased out by furious communities. Overtime, Nyxvira honed her criminal arts, eventually building up a large network of contacts within the nefarious underworld.
By the time Nyxvira arrived in Santa Somabra, she had built herself a thriving gang of zealously loyal Hobb thralls; ready to tend to her every whim. Moving into Chinatown, Nyxvira and her Hobbs launched a vicious gang war with the local tong, eventually culminating with Nyx assuming control of Chinatown, via a mixture of sending her Hobbs on deadly suicide missions, and cleverly manipulating the local population with a mixture of skulduggery and smoke and mirrors tactics.
Nyx began running smuggling operations out of Chinatown, as well as offering mercenary work for up-and-coming hired guns.
Nyxvira’s gang endured throughout both world wars, thriving off of prohibition, and in the modern day the Bloodbloom Syndicate has grown into a force to be reckoned with; having enveloped several smaller gangs into its vast expanse.
Other: Faeries are universally feared and mistrusted for their wicked ways, but also held up as diety-like beings by some, more superstitious cultures, which is something Nyxvira uses to her utmost advantage.
Race: Faerie
Age: 117
Appearance:
Nyxvira is a squat and thickset young Faerie, with blotchy pale skin and a corpulent form. Even for someone of her age she is short, which only serves to accentuate her weighty build. She has a giant waist, very broad hips, and meaty legs; with her thighs brushing together. A huge gut protrudes from beneath her clothes; a great white boulder that juts out in front of her, with faint stretch-marks criss-crossing around its edges.
Her hair is a dry auburn, flecked with strands of bright red, and has been cut short, falling down around her shoulders.
While she has noticeably chunky arms, which is due to a mixture of both fat and muscle. Nyx possessing great deal more upper-body strength than one would commonly attribute to a faerie girl. Her legs are thick with muscle from supporting her full-figure, with a dense layer of fat adding some extra padding to them.
She has a round face, with a noticeable second chin, and the beginnings on a third. Bright orange freckles are scattered across her likeness, her nose is broad, and she had close-set sparkling gold eyes. She has a plump mouth, with full dark red lips.
Ethereal yellow wings, streaked with faint golden lights, protrude from her back; great incorporeal appendages that flitter in and out of existence, adorned with ornate swirls and patterns, which phase into being at her bidding.
Personality: A self-aware narcissist, Nyxvira cares about one thing, and one thing only; herself. Whilst not completely sadistic, Nyx does draw a slight sense of satisfaction from the suffering of others, and delights in meddling in affairs that aren’t her own. A survivalist at heart, Nyxvira is good at adapting to hazardous situations, and is able to keep a cool head in the face of danger.
Delighting in causing mischief, as most Faeries do, Nyxvira is right at home in Santa Somabra, where misery and malice are as much a part of the city as the grimy roads and streets.
Bio: Nyxvira grew up in her family’s ancestral grove in the county of Surrey in England, and lived her first years completely separated from outside influence, dwelling solely within Faerie society. Out of her six siblings, the gift of magic was most present in Nyx, and so she was made Matriarch of the House of Bloodbloom, and given dominance over her family’s grove and the other faeries within it. Once she was an acceptable age, Nyxvira received some tutelage within the primarily human outside world, and began attending various classes.
Initially, Nyxvira was tormented for her weight and narcissistic personality, cast out by the other children, but through a mixture of flaunting her prominent status, arcane charms, and intimidation, Nyxvira managed to work her way the social hierarchy; asserting herself as one of the dominant bullies and manipulators in her school.
Throughout her time in school Nyxvira would lure off unsuspecting children and painfully metamorphosize them into Hobb servants for her household. Several police investigations were launched into the House of Bloodbloom, but no concrete evidence was ever found. Whether this was due to careful planning on the arrogant Faeries part, of a hesitance by authorities to spark an incident with notoriously powerful faeries is unknown. For a period in time Nyxvira was the resident drug dealer at her school; using Hobbs to transport her wares back and forth, until she grew bored of her primarily human clientèle.
Disgusted by her francizing with humans, and the poor manner by which their sister mistreated them, the other children of the house of Bloodbloom eventually rose up against Nyxvira, casting out her and her Hobb thralls, and assuming control of the family grove for themselves.
Nyxvira moved from country to country, soaking up a great many languages and cultures; spreading mischief and discord as she went, constantly being chased out by furious communities. Overtime, Nyxvira honed her criminal arts, eventually building up a large network of contacts within the nefarious underworld.
By the time Nyxvira arrived in Santa Somabra, she had built herself a thriving gang of zealously loyal Hobb thralls; ready to tend to her every whim. Moving into Chinatown, Nyxvira and her Hobbs launched a vicious gang war with the local tong, eventually culminating with Nyx assuming control of Chinatown, via a mixture of sending her Hobbs on deadly suicide missions, and cleverly manipulating the local population with a mixture of skulduggery and smoke and mirrors tactics.
Nyx began running smuggling operations out of Chinatown, as well as offering mercenary work for up-and-coming hired guns.
Nyxvira’s gang endured throughout both world wars, thriving off of prohibition, and in the modern day the Bloodbloom Syndicate has grown into a force to be reckoned with; having enveloped several smaller gangs into its vast expanse.
Other: Faeries are universally feared and mistrusted for their wicked ways, but also held up as diety-like beings by some, more superstitious cultures, which is something Nyxvira uses to her utmost advantage.
If anyone's lacking ideas, wants something for their character to do for a short while, or just fancies abit of collabing, then simply stop by Chinatown, and our resident Faerie crimelady will have some work available, based off of your character's speciality.
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Also I'm still in the process of writing out the first post for Atticus. Once that is done I'll be looking to incorporate him with some other characters/story somehow.
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Also I'm still in the process of writing out the first post for Atticus. Once that is done I'll be looking to incorporate him with some other characters/story somehow.
Both my characters are available for interaction if that works for you. Feel free to drop me a PM anytime.
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to her supernatural charm tries to fight off the urge to be clam, happy, and enchanted with her.
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Yes?
Yas.
While we wait for the rp to continue, let me tell you all a dream I had just recently.
I dreamed that there was a man with no legs riding a horse with three legs into a mall surrounded by an entourage of some sort, whilst me, my sister, dad, and my parrot sat on the sideline in our SUV watching them go by.
I also had a dream about being in this huge ass theater with a bunch of grown up Disney Princesses. And the girl I had a major crush on this semester had her hair blonde (but I found out she was actually brunette, because of her roots and what not) and I dreamed that this blonde women who I could see completely except for her face, but who I most definitely assumed to be the girl woman I liked because her hair looked just like it did that day when we last talked, she was sitting there on one of the theater chairs next to me. And we got all cuddled up together. And now, I tend to have lucid dream, and it is with great alacrity I recall reaching out, in my dream, to squeeze her butt, only for the voice in my head to say "you have to ask first, dummy." So I asked, she laughed and said why'd you ask, and then I proceeded to squish her butt. That was a nice dream.
I also had a dream about going to the Bahamas and not being able to find a bathroom.
And that's how my summer vacation's been so far. I need to find a job is what I need...
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that this women who I could see completely except for her face,
it is with great alacrity I recall reaching out, in my dream, to squeeze her butt,
and then I proceeded to squish her butt. That was a nice dream.
I would not go touching the butts of faceless women for all the cuddles in the world.
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Yas.
While we wait for the rp to continue, let me tell you all a dream I had just recently.
I dreamed that there was a man with no legs riding a horse with three legs into a mall surrounded by an entourage of some sort, whilst me, my sister, dad, and my parrot sat on the sideline in our SUV watching them go by.
I also had a dream about being in this huge ass theater with a bunch of grown up Disney Princesses. And the girl I had a major crush on this semester had her hair blonde (but I found out she was actually brunette, because of her roots and what not) and I dreamed that this blonde women who I could see completely except for her face, but who I most definitely assumed to be the girl woman I liked because her hair looked just like it did that day when we last talked, she was sitting there on one of the theater chairs next to me. And we got all cuddled up together. And now, I tend to have lucid dream, and it is with great alacrity I recall reaching out, in my dream, to squeeze her butt, only for the voice in my head to say "you have to ask first, dummy." So I asked, she laughed and said why'd you ask, and then I proceeded to squish her butt. That was a nice dream.
I also had a dream about going to the Bahamas and not being able to find a bathroom.
And that's how my summer vacation's been so far. I need to find a job is what I need...
I had a dream where a group of friends and I went to explore what I presume was supposed to be Tolkien's house (appeared in my mind as this great big stately manor surrounded by trees, at the top of a large hill), when someone said something a long the lines of "be warned; his inspiration came from dark places" and then I spotted this big fuck-off slender man looking thing made of shadows from in-between some trees. The shadow thing came screeching towards us and we started trying to throw things at it to get it to go away (I didn;t ask if I could touch its butt, although perhaps all it wanted was some cuddles) and then I woke up.
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I would not go touching the butts of faceless women for all the cuddles in the world.
But what if you knew, behind that dead waterfall of black hair, lay a beautiful lady, waiting for the right person to squeeze her butt. And that right person was you.
You'll be pleased to know discussing this affected me greatly last night. I went to bed and had another dream about her, except this time I could expressly see her face, and I squeezed her butt again. Good times, good times.
I had a dream where a group of friends and I went to explore what I presume was supposed to be Tolkien's house (appeared in my mind as this great big stately manor surrounded by trees, at the top of a large hill), when someone said something a long the lines of "be warned; his inspiration came from dark places" and then I spotted this big fuck-off slender man looking thing made of shadows from in-between some trees. The shadow thing came screeching towards us and we started trying to throw things at it to get it to go away (I didn;t ask if I could touch its butt, although perhaps all it wanted was some cuddles) and then I woke up.
Omg, that's horrible. Well, I mean, if that was me, I would have been really excited about the "Tolkein's house" part. Urgh...Slender man...He was so scary when he first started getting popular....now both me and my sister are thoroughly desensitized to it. What scares the shit out of me now is child-possessed animatronics.
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But what if you knew, behind that dead waterfall of black hair, lay a beautiful lady, waiting for the right person to squeeze her butt. And that right person was you.
You'll be pleased to know discussing this affected me greatly last night. I went to bed and had another dream about her, except this time I could expressly see her face, and I squeezed her butt again. Good times, good times.
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Omg, that's horrible. Well, I mean, if that was me, I would have been really excited about the "Tolkein's house" part. Urgh...Slender man...He was so scary when he first started getting popular....now both me and my sister are thoroughly desensitized to it. What scares the shit out of me now is child-possessed animatronics.
The friend who told me about slender man kept banging on about that fake documentary film they made, and forgot to mention to me that he WASN'T REAL, so I went around for months bloody petrified that I was gonna get nabbed by this faceless creature. I've not encountered child-possessed animatronics in my exploration of the internet, is this something I should avoid?
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