Upon first impression, it was clear that she knew something others did not. Maybe it was about you. Perhaps, in laid a secret that would not pass soft peach-glossed lips. She had the way of a willow about her, figure breezy, gentle and thin. Unlike a tree, her height was among the weakest, barely brushing 5'2". Her fingers were spindles, each placement considered tactful and elegant, winding a strong path through many stories.

Lovely eyes were the faintest, ice green, flecks of yellow burst right around the pupil. Her hair a soft strawberry blonde with skin so faintly, beautifully freckled one did not know where to start counting. She placed her self in many, unlabeled garbs some elegant, others pulled straight from the comfort of home.

There are days where she looks like she'd just drank from the cup of life, and others where her skin becomes ashen, everything pale...

Tattoos: Thigh, Shoulder (NSFW), Back of neck to shoulder blades.

Age:
Appears 26.

Gender:
Female.

Rich or Poor?:
Wealthy.

Power Descriptions:
Sensory Overload: She is able to break the focus of any person by making any sense unbearable. She then becomes the only point of relief. There are days where her own power backlashes and she is unable to maintain herself, where noise is too much, or smell, even sight.

Skills:
Research and development.
Deceiving, excellent personal skills.
Sculpting and sketching.
Cooking, though she never tastes the result.
Knife-handling.

Personality:
More or less, Paisley is out of herself and no one else. Though she's quite playful and outright, she's yet to meet anyone that she could place value on, time into. Not entirely hopeless, but extremely weary and (secretly) anxiety-ridden. There are times where she is excellent at masking how she's feeling, and others where it is written across every inch of her body. She believes happiness is somewhere. She also believes that she's cursed to never have it.

Biography:
A travelling heart. Paisley is a barely known nomad, her home life had been quiet, a mystery to be considered but never spoken about. No known siblings, her parents are never mentioned. It's easy to assume most ties to her life are dead... other than her spectacular bank account.

Likes:
Literature
History
Tattoos
Red (as a color... and a flavor).
Hard workers
The smell of gasoline

Dislikes:
Trouble
Clumsiness
Childish behavior
Caramel (as a flavor).
Magenta (as a color).
Daytime.
Holy men.

Fears:
Being alone.

Weaknesses:
Condescending to a fault
Charming men
A rather consuming anxiety
Ravenous appetite

Other:


She's looking to invest in a worthwhile business, if someone can successfully entice her!

Theme Song:
"Supplicant's Song" by Fredo Viola
Alternatively...
"Sea Song", by Apocalyptica

Figured I better put this up eventually.

Cat isn't going to be used for a while.

A man with an immense seriousness about him. His presence was to be noted as something deep, with intense eyes and not many words. He was a gentleman who studied others without so much as an eyelash bat. His wear was always crisp, hair neatly pomaded and scent of teakwood and mahogany...

Age:
Appears late thirties, early forties.

Gender:
Male.

Rich or Poor?:
Has a more than healthy account...

Power Descriptions:
Superior strength, becomes impressively strong under a full moon... (werewolf).

Skills:
Perfume crafting.
Skilled at making candles and incense.
Makes a delicious chicken dinner.
A man with a refined nose, able to sniff out many impurities.

Personality:
A cool, calculative man who would breeze by the fairest woman in the bar for a chance to smell the roses. Quite figuratively and literally. He'd come across as a dreamer, a man who had his mind on many things at once. Gentlemanly, he certainly has an artful way with words, almost as if they'd been rehearsed to cover up a sharp bite or terrible temper.

Biography:
This is the introduction of another werewolf, born pure from the stories of the Wolf Girl and the Well to Hell. His bloodline is derived directly from her, leaving him quite pure and troubled. He grew up in a house of privilege, where those who climbed to the top often did so by blood and claw with the undercut of knowledge. They were a crafty bunch who weaved their way through the comforts of misty streets and dark woods. When he was of age, he left to start his own legacy and has since forth proven so.

Likes:
Verbal contracts.
Classy women.
Whiskey.
Dictionaries and history books.
Black and blue steak.

Dislikes:
The smell of the undead.
Beer, prefers mead or an iced whiskey.
Warm tea.
Paperwork.

Fears:
The unspoken memory (read: ghost?) of his lost love.
More to be discovered...

Weaknesses:
Strong, offensive odors (cannot stand garlic).
A new moon makes him particularly vulnerable, his strength waxes and wanes with the cycle!
Silver, but only if he harmed by it. Wearing it has no effect.

Other:
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Theme Song:
"Steal Away" by Murder By Death
Alternatively...
"Steam Rising", by Murder By Death

"When's the best time to kill?"

A rather carefree soul Lilly, is a bit short for people around her age. Standing at 5"2' Lilly often complains about her height. If anyone paid any attention to her over a short period of time they would notice that her left eye is always covered by her hair.

Age:
28

Gender:
Female

Rich or Poor?:
Rather Fancy

Power Descriptions:
Lilly has some control over time, and can create creatures from shadows.

Skills:
Fighting, Killing, Shooting, hand to hand combat, and spell crafting.

Personality:
Lilly is a happy go lucky person unlike her husband, she is a people person. Lilly's bubbly personality always lights up the mood of the room she enters. She is also very helpful and will sometimes help someone do there job.

Biography:
Lilly and her husband come from a rather odd version of Earth. You could say they came from a dark future but that would be bull, because the future they came from was a peaceful one and everyone was living happily until someone or something opened up a portal to Hell and tried to conquer the world.

Likes:
Almost everything
Dislikes:
People getting hurt, and injustice.
Fears:
Losing her loved ones
Weaknesses:
Getting separated from her husband for more than 24 hours.
Other:
Anything else we should know? NOPE

Theme Song: Killer Queen by: Queen

"I guess it's kill time."
Lucas is 5"6", and rather sleek for his form. He is surprisingly strong although he doesn't look it.The top of his hair is bleach blonde although he doesn't ever show his hair in public.

Age:
28

Gender:
Male

Rich or Poor?:
Not very Fancy

Power Descriptions:
He can create shadows, he also uses smoke to create distractions.

Skills:
Same as Lilly, but focuses more on the magic side of stuff.

Personality:
Lucas is as antisocial as Lilly is a people person, although he is more tolerable when with Lilly. He prefers to be alone so he can focus on studying. He also is very quiet.

Biography:
Same as Lilly's

Likes:
His wife Lilly. Cats and puppies
Dislikes:
Basically everything except cats and puppies.And his wife.
Fears:
Losing his loved ones.
Weaknesses:
Getting separated from his wife for more than 24 hours
Other:
Anything else we should know? NOPE.

Theme Song:
"Inside Out" by Eve6

Name: Marley Blakgrave

Age:29

Gender:Male

Rich or Poor?: Money?

Skills:
Slight of Hand: (Card tricks and street games)
Empathetic: especially in the case of children and animals
Beast Tongue: Can "communicate" with animals(this skill increases exponentially with alcohol consumption)
Charming Devil: I mean, not literally a devil... but yeah, chicks (and some dudes) dig him.

Personality: Usually quiet and reserved, his charm and wit has gotten him into many a fight over the years so he has learned sometimes its best to keep yourself inside....yourself. Plus, once he gets going on a roll it's really hard to make him stop.

Bio: Marley doesn't know much about his parents, probably because he's an orphan. And the childhood days spent trying to "fit in" at the home were better blocked out of his memory, both for him and for those residing in the memories. Marley hated that place, and still to this day owes a punch to the jaw of Biff Lockheart. But those days are behind him, and although his path ahead seems as impassable and difficult as any, he knew progress was in following your feet and fighting anything that got in the way of what is right, or at least what he perceived as "right".

Likes: Women, Spicy food, Hard liquor, Women, Poetry, Cats, Women and yes, hunting.
Dislikes: Arrogance and general foolhardy behavior.
Fears: To wander this life or the next forever alone and unseen, though he didn't mind the second part the two together, for eternity, yikes!
Weaknesses: A good book, A bad woman, the promise of some kind of adventure to break up his monotonous life.
Other: n/a

Theme Song: The Wanderer by Dion
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Ira is an old world tribal monk in a futuristic dystopian society from another universe. She appears to be human, with hints of alien features.She stands 5'8 tall, slender yet physically athletic. Her species doesnt grow head hair so she's bald, among other places. (wink) lol.

Age: early 20's

Gender:
Female

Rich or Poor?: poor-ish

Power Descriptions:
Spiritual Healer

Skills:
expert martial artist
adeptly plays the flute
can brew the best organic teas
can tie a cherry stem into a knot

Personality:
She is fun loving, outgoing and a bit rowdy when had to much to drink, unlike her people who are a bunch of broody beards. But she puts her demeanor in place, and shifts into the disciplined warrior when things get bloody serious. She is cautious when first meeting her, but will warm up if she fancies you.

Biography:
A tribal freedom fighter from an anarchistic, dystopian future, she grew up in a monastery and all her life she had been devoted to the spiritual learnings. When her home was attacked and was overwhelmed by the tyrannical government, she had to run, fending for herself ever since, using her skills to get by.

Likes:
sparring
meditating
fun people
animals

Dislikes:
broody people
morally cruel things

Fears:
being lost. Loneliness.

Weaknesses:
a good drink
good looking and good hearted people

Other:
that's about everything.

Theme Song:
"Reflection" by Synkro and Indigo

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Gwenevere Blaine

"Don't let the people get to you."
Long blonde hair. Stands about 5'4. Wears a long blue cloak.

Age:
22
Gender:Female

Rich or Poor?:
rich

Power Descriptions:
Freezes things she touches/ takes life away.

Skills:
Not many skills but can kill swiflty at the touch of her hand

Personality:
She gets carried away with her powers. Gwen likes to be happy, but when pushed too far, she wont stop until she gets her payback. shy at first

Biography:
I come from a distant kingdom that has been taken over by what we thought was an ally. Ive been traveling a great distance while researching my new powers that I have only had for a year. No one that ive talked to has the answer to why I have these powers. I losst my love while travelling and i hope to find him again soon.

Likes:
Being around people
Dislikes:
wearing gloves so she doesnt kill anyone
Fears:
might kill the one she loves
Weaknesses:
her powers

This character belongs to @kaeshae i only helped editing it so it would be more presentable

OOC: Lots of refined, tough-as-nails badasses around these parts... How about a more untested one?

Ignacio Kinsley



"I could do without fame; I doubt history would look on me favorably... Fortune, on the other hand, that's where happiness is."
Tall, built with an awkward farmer's musculature: Bulky yet lean, powerful yet emaciated. Graceful in form, he is not, but his taste in clothing more than makes up for it. He has a long-running love affair with red silk, tea shade sunglasses, and the rose knot.

Age:
28

Gender:
Male

Rich or Poor?:
Quite, quite well off.

Power Descriptions:
While quite sturdy for a man, strength is not his strong suit. Ignacio possesses an extreme quickness of body and reflex, and extraordinary dexterity. More than what should be humanly possible. He also possesses keen vision, (making his sunglasses necessary in brightly lit areas) and a strong sense of vibrations.

But what really sets him apart is his perhaps more... Disgusting tendencies.

Ignacio has extended canines (and retractible claws) with tubes and glands inside that secrete a deadly toxin which halts cellular activity and becomes deadly if injected into a major vein or artery. Once the heartbeat has stopped, this venom tends to dissolve or soften tissues into a delicious meat soup that Ignacio can sip out of the body at his leisure. Of course, Ignacio is hardly a monster, nor is his stomach any bigger than yours or mine. Any and all allegations of him eating humans like a horrible man-shaped spider are lies spread by gossips and fools... But that doesn't mean they're the only people who believe him. He is known to "deflate" small pheasants he catches during hunts with fellow aristocrats at the privacy of his own dinner table.

On the subject of spiders, Ignacio also "fires" fibrous strands from his palms from time to time. They have remarkable strength, and it usually takes heavy force, sharp blades... Or warm water... To break them. Or, in the case that he'd rather sacrifice strength for quick dispension, he may fire a line of fluid quick-drying fluid with the stickiness, consistency, and appearance of hot glue. Others of his kind possess the remarkable ability to line their silk with paralytic poisons, but he doesn't quite know how.

And then there's also the whole ability to walk on walls and (if he's barefoot, which he almost never is) sprint across short stretches of water, but there isn't much to be said about that.

Skills:

Ignacio comes from a long line of rich... "Spiders" who own a prominent textile and fabrics business back in his home world. He has all the talents and skills someone of his ilk typically would: A firm grasp of the English language (and a vague to mild understanding of some others) gorgeous handwriting, and the ability to answer most typical math problems by the turn of a second. Of course, some more practical ones involve the schools of boxing, fencing, hunting, swimming, and wrestling, but far be it from him to exercise these skills outside of a sporting gym or some sort of tournament with referees standing by. (With the exception of hunting animals and swimming, because what kind of aristocrat would he be if he didn't hunt on the weekends? And who doesn't like swimming?) If there's one thing his training never gave him, it's the nerves to truly fight.

Of course, being the mischievous younger brother that he is, he's also learned a few things over his childhood (and young adult life) that can't be taught in a school, like how to cheat at cards and lie like a master...

Personality:
Selfish, mischievous, petty, charismatic, shallow, hedonistic, a bit on the cowardly side, with a hint of elitism here and there. Kinsley is a man who's read many books and experienced very little of the real world. Aside from being a connisseur of alleys, brothels, and taverns, his lifestyle is frankly extravagant and quite detached from your average person.

Biography:
Ignacio is the youngest of three Kinsley brothers, who come from the Kinsley family, who are an old and powerful family of industrial influence and untold riches. The Kinsleys themselves come from a perpetually Industrial-Revolution-Aged,temperate, earthlike planet where years of chemical warfare and magic misuse have caused the populace to take on the traits and abilities of certain animals. For the Kinsleys, and several other families, they discovered that they were spiderlike hundreds of years ago when one of their ancestors discovered that when he flexed his hands just right he could shoot lines of silk out of them. He started a fabrics business just to be ironic, but time passed, and the loom was invented, patents were bought, and generations later it became a sprawling monopoly.

That's where these three came in. Sir Kinsley and the Mrs., after a brief health scare, had decided it was time to write out their final will and testament before it was too late. By default, Ignacio's eldest, married, and most mature ("stuck up" in Ignacio's words) brother Roderick is set to inherit the family fortune and the majority of the business. The middle brother, Ismael, was going to inherit a great deal of money and some smaller part of the business, because he was industrious but unmarried and... not particularly likely to produce any heirs. And Ignacio? A monthly allowance of money, and a cotton mill.

The initial intention of this was to get Ignacio to step up his game, so to speak, and earn the responsibility of a share in the family business... But they quickly discovered that Ignacio was not particularly ambitious in this department, and that he was highly unlikely to do any stepping of any game as long as he could continue his partying lifestyle. So they told him to go out and earn money for himself and find his way in the world for a month or until they were sure he'd changed, or else they'd cut him out of the inheritance entirely.

So here he was, at a bar full of adventurer types, hoping that one of them has a job for him...

Likes:
Women (especially those of "buxom" or "voluminous" structure)
Wine
Gentlemanly sports
"Gentlemanly sports"
Card games
Studying arthropods

Dislikes:
Hangovers
Authority that isn't his
Losing at cards
Getting dirty
Bad/overly powerful smells, most notably, the majority of flowers
The idea of taking a life

Fears:
Running out of money
Losing his way of life
Being killed

Weaknesses:
Women (especially those of "buxom" or "voluminous" structure. (He likes girls that are bigger than he is because he's a spider lolol geddit))
Wine
"Gentlemanly sports"

Other:
Not really. I ran out of paragraph ideas.

Theme Song:
"Danse Macabre" by Camille Saint-Saens

Name: Randy "The Junker" O'Malley

Age: 24

Appearance:

Personality: Randy is confident, friendly and very easy to get along with. Having previously owning a weapon business, Randy knows how to talk. However, he's recently got an itch to relive the days of the Arena. Randy is looking for a job as hired muscle and doesn't mind fighting anyone who challenge him. He won't purposefully go about causing trouble. However, the future may change him.

Skills:

Weapons maker- Due to his experience, he makes a lot of weapons, and has gone on to sell his creations as a travelling salesman.

Boxing- Before he got the money for his release, Randy was a fighter in the underground, owned by a rich gambler. If you won enough, you could get the money to buy your release, and to win, you had to be good. Randy did it with just boxing and got out at 22, four years after his capture.

Profession: Ex-Fighter, unemployed, looking to become the Tavern's bouncer.

Additional Info: Owned a weapon shop called "The Junker's Incredible Weapons Parlour."

His steam gloves:



Theme song:

Allan Bruvbeski

"The pigeon, he does wonders"
Allan stands at 6'4, but he slouches, so he doesn't look tall. He's very thin, and has no muscle to show. He wears an old grey rain jacket, which is, ironically, filed with holes. He wears a pair of adidas and wooden sandals. He has grey hair that reaches his shoulders, and blue eyes, with bags under them. His face is pale and filled with wrinkles. His breath smells very bad, and his feet are smeared with some brown liquid of sorts.

Age:
73

Gender:
Male

Rich or Poor?:
Looks like he walked straight out of the sewers

Power Descriptions:
One with the pigeons: Allan can command pigeons to do his bidding.
Pigeneration: Allan heals at a very fast rate.
Wing of the golden pigeon: Allan grows golden wings out of his arms. They're used like shields.
Demi-pigeon: Allan can grant himself wings for about a minute.
Sewer-man: Allan is immune to poison and other sicknesses. He can't get drunk either.

Skills:
Animal handling
Riding
Playing ukulele

Personality:
Allan seems to be constantly depressed. He's a very negative person in general, but he is very loyal to his friends. Even around them though, Allan is negative. He doesn't crack jokes, and if you look at his eyes, you can see, that he has been through some shit. Pigeon shit. Allan is adventurous, despite being a downer, and he is eager to explore.

Biography:
Allan's adventure started on a Tuesday. After 6 years of being homeless, and the recent death of his sister, 25 year old Allan decided to jump out in front of a train. Seconds before the train would've hit him, a portal opened, and a mysterious being pushed him in to the swirling void. That being is now known as the golden pigeon. Since then Allan has praised the pigeon, and traveled far and wide, to spread the religion and he now has a lot of stories to tell. No one knows if any of them are true.

Likes:
Hot chocolate
Pigeons
Marijuana
Bars

Dislikes:
People who takes things for granted
Cats
Alcohol
Science

Fears:
Cats
Trains

Weaknesses:
Fragile bones
Earth magic

Other:
He wields a walking stick, that can only be wielded by practitioners of the golden pigeon. It deals holy damage.