@Medjedovic Nicely done, my dude! I'll get a more thorough review up in a bit, I just lost my entire CS in that random bit of downtime and morale is currently dreadfully low.
@Rawk Well, you're welcome to throw your hat into the ring! I'm looking to take five players, so there's still room.
@SisyphusWhile you're here, quick question: Can those of us with CS's accepted move ours over to the Character section? (To help kinda keep track of how many characters we have considering you mentioned looking for 5.)
I just added a teensy bit more to Bridget's powers. If you're still good with that, I'll go ahead and move the character sheet over! Everyone's character sheets are looking cool so far! :)
@Sisyphus I just got a killer idea for Jemaine, though I don't think he'll be Jemaine for much longer. Anyway, you know how the Stonebone Ogres have a bit of elemental stuff imbued in them from their Durance well I was wondering if I could do the same thing but with fire and tie it together with the Mount St. Helens eruption? It's a little off canon but I thought it was a neat idea.
Her Mein form resembles the shape of a human, with willowy arms and legs that look too fragile for swimming. But built for swimming they are. Webbing links between her fingers and toes, aiding in moving through the water. Her legs are long, with fins on the outside of each calf. Her skin is white in color with hues of green and blue shimmering the length of her body. Patches of scales can be found on her hips, thighs and along her back. Her eyes are wide and lacking a pupil. They shine like a felines eyes would and a second eyelid lies behind the outer eyelid, to help protect her eyes from trying out. Out of the water or in it, she is agile and quick on her feet. The soles are tough so she could walk across rocks without batting an eye. Resting inside her mouth is a set of sharpened teeth. There is also a second set that pop down, curving inward like a sharks. The perfect instrument for latching onto prey and dragging it down in the dark depths.
Standing at a mere 5'0, Kairi's Mask resembles a petite and fragile woman. Short and silky white hair hangs to chin-length and deep blue eyes are set into an oval face. Her skin is pale, but with a healthy glow to her cheeks. Her preferred style of clothing are sweaters and skirts with leggings and occasionally shorts and jeans.
Kairi Monroe
21 | Born 1996
Female
Fairest
Courtless
From a young age, Kairi showed an exceptional talent for singing. What started as singing contests in school evolved into singing in musicals and eventually she was invited to sing on a stage. Her voice was enchanting, mesmerizing humans...and Fae...A passing Fae heard her voice and decided he wanted it all to himself. He stalked her for several weeks and one night, he made his move. She had been laying in bed that night and heard a beautiful sound. She wasn't sure if it was someone singing or playing an instrument but it had her climbing from her bed and padding towards the window. Small lights danced across the yard and being a young child, Kairi didn't hesitate to sneak down the stairs and slip out the back door. She danced around the lights and when they began moving towards the small wood that bordered the back of her house, she followed along. Once her feet crossed the line of shadows, the Fae grabbed the back of her nightgown and hauled her away through the Hedge. She was frightened, screaming and crying out for her parents as the sharp thorns tore at her skin and clothing. Eventually the pain made her black out and when she awoke, she was in a glass tank and her body was not how she remembered it. With her new body, she explored her prison. It was large, taking up one whole wall of the ballroom the tank resided in. It was large enough to swim several laps and had an assortment of coral and other rocks and sponges laid out in a sort of bed. It was several days after her capture that she saw her first glimpse of her captor.
He was tall and exceedingly beautiful. His hair spilled like moonlight down his back and his cheekbones looked sharp enough to cut fingers should any hand touch them. But it was his eyes that hide his darkness. They were a dark blue and filled with malice and greed. It sent shivers of fear down her spine when she meet his gaze. Those first few days he did nothing but stand in front of her tank and stare at her. She was fed fish, kept alive so she was forced to chase it around the tank and kill it. At first she refused, having never killed anything before but eventually hunger won out and she ate the freshly killed fish with tears flowing from her eyes into the water around her. Two weeks after she had been captured, the purpose for why he had kidnapped her was made apparent. Fae filled the room, all equally beautiful and dressed lavishly. They circled her tank, admiring her and praising her captor for such a rare find. Kairi tried to hide in the crevasses in the rocks but her captor would drop in fish with sharp teeth that nipped at her and chased her towards the glass. She was ordered from the tank and made to stand on a raised platform. He demanded she sing. When she didn't comply the first few times he demanded, he grabbed something sharp and prodded her with it, each time more aggressive than the last until finally she started to sing. Time slipped away and she wasn't sure if days, months, or years had passed. Her memories of her mortal life faded away but she clung to her name, whispering it to herself over and over again in the dead of night. She never learned her captors name and she never wanted to. He hosted many parties and at each one she was made to sing. Eventually she realized that she was no better than a trophy, an item for her captor to flaunt in the face of others. She could see the jealousy in their eyes each time they heard her songs.
After a time, she began to notice her songs take on a different quality. After she was put back into the tank one night after a party and after her captor had partaken more than his usual amount of alcohol, she felt the need to sing. Once she started, her song seemed to entrance her captor. His eyes turned glassy and he began walking towards her, body jerking like that of a puppet. He climbed to the top of the tank and practically fell inside. Once his body was submerged in the water, she struck with the swiftness of a shark. Her teeth latched onto his neck and his scream was a stream of bubbles that trailed to the surface. She tore at him with her teeth and didn't stop until his flailing subsided and his body bobbed lifelessly. She climbed from the tank, thankful that the servants had been sent to their sleeping quarters for the night. She grabbed a pack and piled in as much as she could carry before she took flight from the house. Guests at the parties loved to talk and they often spoke freely, as if they had forgotten she was there. So she knew where the nearest gate was and made her way there as silently as she could. She slipped through and back into the human world. Her human life had been forgotten and so she stumbled around for several days without a home. She had managed to snag from clothes in her flight from her prison so at least she wasn't walking around naked.
She wandered from place place, homeless shelter to homeless shelter. She managed to secure a job as a waitress and eventually made enough money to move in with another girl looking for a roommate. She never told anyone of her time in Arcadia and her lack of memory from her life before was explained away as amnesia. She eventually found a more secure job in a herbal shop. Her ability over plant-life helps aids her in recognizing which plant is which and helping keep them healthy. Her boss simply believes she has a green thumb.
Conversation was very hard to come by in Arcadia. In fact, if she wasn't singing, Kairi had been forbidden to speak. A long time living in silence weighs down on a person and Kairi found it very hard to break her silence when she came to the human world. At first, it took her several moments just to utter one sentence. Everyone thought her amnesia was to blame and her roommate had even suggested for Kairi to attend speech therapy. With practice, her words stopped sounding halted but Kairi still perverse to converse through gestures and her roommate, who is an interpretor, even taught Kairi sign language. And even if her time in Arcadia was behind her, it still left its marks on her. She is unable to attend parties, it dredges up too many flashbacks. The one party her roommate dragged her to resulted in Kairi having a panic attack. She's wary of shadows and she has a habit of moving around a room with her back constantly hovering by a wall. All she can really remember of her capture was that she had been grabbed from behind so she is very paranoid about facing her back to a door or open room or window. And even now, try as hard as she might to be human, if she is frightened or angry, an instinctual desire rises up inside her, prompting her to latch down with her teeth and drag her victim down so she can tear at them to defend herself.
~ Cooking. She is not nearly at the level of a five-star chief but she has enough skills to manage not to give herself food poisoning.
~ Swimming. Spending most of her remembered life in a tank had some advantages. She is an excellent swimmer and fairly speedy when in the water.
~ Drawing. She isn't Picasso but she finds that drawing her horrible time in Arcadia helps keeps the nightmares away. Her roommate has seen a few of her drawings and simply thinks that Kairi has an active imagination.
~ Siren's Song. Works best on human males. Greatly affects the weak-minded and mentally impaired (Such as drunkards).
~ Spell Song. Through the use of her voice, Kairi can sing spells that affect plant-life. Using a seed, she can make a flower grow with her voice.
~ Fire. It dries her skin out and makes it difficult for her to breath when she is too close to a fire.
~ Seafood. She absolutely refuses to go near them, dead or alive. Eating any results in her becoming physically ill.
~ If she loses her voice, is gagged/muffled, or subjected to any other means that affect her voice, then neither of her abilities will be very strong. Her Siren's Song will not work at all and her Spell Song will be very ineffective.
~ Her Siren's Song will not work if the person it is being directed at is deaf, has earplugs in, etc.
~ Her Spell Song needs to be specific. If the words are too broad in subject, the spell will backfire.
~ Driver's License
~ Sketch book and pencil case
~ A few pairs of clothes
~ A necklace made from iron
~ A small dagger made of iron that she keeps hidden on her person at all times
I new here, but have been in Rps before. Just not on a site quite like this lol. Anyway, I was wondering if I could join? I wasn't sure if I'm suppose to ask or not.
I had most of the history written and then when I was switching tabs I hit the refresh button. It's all gone. ;-; *Wanders off to a corner to think about what I've done*
I had most of the history written and then when I was switching tabs I hit the refresh button. It's all gone. ;-; *Wanders off to a corner to think about what I've done*
I feel that. I'm still trying to work up the momentum to remake my entire character sheet - it's a rough life we're living.
@Sisyphus I just got a killer idea for Jemaine, though I don't think he'll be Jemaine for much longer. Anyway, you know how the Stonebone Ogres have a bit of elemental stuff imbued in them from their Durance well I was wondering if I could do the same thing but with fire and tie it together with the Mount St. Helens eruption? It's a little off canon but I thought it was a neat idea.
Sounds weird, do it. My only note is on the Mount St. Helens thing - if that were him escaping, then that would provide him with a much longer time frame of being a changeling than would really work.
I new here, but have been in Rps before. Just not on a site quite like this lol. Anyway, I was wondering if I could join? I wasn't sure if I'm suppose to ask or not.
Hey, you're welcome to throw up a sheet and apply. Just PM it to me or leave it in the OOC, though I feel obligated to warn you that the competition for spots is looking a tad fierce.
@Sisyphus Nah, he got taken when it erupted. His family got incinerated and he spent the next 17 years getting tortured, forced to shovel coals and mine, and just being burnt alive in general.
Before you stands a young Asian man, his apparent age in middle twenties. His black, messy hair falls down to his shoulders and from under the cover of black bangs two gray eyes glare at you with a bestial intensity. His build is slim, but the clothes he wears do little to hide the well defined muscles. He is by no means tall, probably somewhere between 170-180 centimetres, but there is a certain weight to his presence that makes him appear larger and more menacing.
As he tells you his story, however, the Mask breaks on several moments, when his emotions get too intense, and you see his Mien: the tail, the goat legs, and the macabre goat skull he uses as a helmet or a mask.
Age: 24 (apparent), born 1978 Gender: Male Seeming: Beast Court: None History:
I used to be a normal kid, you know? Back before it happened. There was nothing special about me. My looks, my grades, my ability in quite about every field were dead on average. Okay, okay, maybe not so average, there were variations sure, but nothing about me made me stick out. Yeah, I liked PCs and coding, which back in the day wasn’t so common, but if you asked my IT teacher who are the future Bill Gates and Steve Jobs of my generation, my name wouldn’t be among the first five mentioned. Probably not even in the first ten. That is why I have no idea how I caught her attention, let alone why I was picked for such a role. Maybe she knew me better than I knew myself – now that’s a terrifying thought.
She came for me bloody personally. Her Most Esteemed Excellency the Marquise found it in herself to get off her pompous ass and come to Earth, kidnap me just as I was returning home from school and drag me through the Hedge. I don’t remember much of the trip to Arcadia. My earliest memory from my Durance was being shoved into an animal stall. All my clothes were stripped off of me and I was left stark naked in the cold. The stall was small, not long enough even for a human to lie down and sleep, which resulted in me getting barely any proper sleep. It was always in the small intervals – sleep for an hour then get awoken when your head or other body part hits the wall of the stall. They fed me with stuff whose taste I don’t want to remember, let alone try to guess what was in it. I think pigs on Earth would turn their heads from that shit, but that was the only source of sustenance I had. And I needed it. Oh God did I need it.
I don’t know how long I was kept in that stall, but no amount of time would have prepared me for what was to come. One day I was simply taken out of it and thrown into the Arena. Yes, Arena with the capital A. It was huge and it was famous in whole of Arcadia, if my mistress was to be believed. They gave me a sword and told me to fight this one guy in extremely flamboyant armour and with an attitude to match. I wasn’t the only one however, there were many other poor suckers there with me. When I remember it now, it was like that thing they do in Spain. You know, the bull fighting, when this super fancy looking guy faces down a raging bull. Well, we were bulls, facing down a single matador, and we were massacred. The champ didn’t even break a sweat.
Next thing I know I was back in my stall, awakening to a terrible pain in the area of my chest where the guy’s sword pierced me. Do you notice the problem? I was pierced by a sword, a stab right into my chest and probably heart, yet I awoke. No wounds, only pain. For a moment I thought I dreamed the whole fight, but the visit from the Marquise dispelled such delusions.
Oh was she happy with how the things turned out. Turned out I had a talent of being extremely difficult to kill and that meant I could provide her with endless entertainment. She disregarded my complaints of not wanting to be stabbed to death anymore and quickly arranged for another fight. And then another. And another. And many, many more. I won’t bore you with describing them. Suffice to say that I “died” and “died” a lot. But the dying wasn’t even the worst part, it was the wounds that didn’t kill me but only severely crippled me that were truly horrendous.
However, all that dying wasn’t in vain. With each visit to the Arena I got better. With each fight there was a slight improvement. My reflexes got faster, my body stronger, my eyes could discern enemy’s intentions better, my hands got used to wielding swords. After God knows how many fights, I began winning. I still remember my first victory, the exaltation I felt when I stood under the gaze of a cheering crowd and my enemy lying broken and mauled before me. I tell you, it was the greatest high of my life. If my mistress wasn’t a cunt I might’ve even grown to like my new existence.
But she was and I didn’t.
When my victories started becoming more and more frequent the Marquise began losing interest in my fights. Seeing me manage not to be a pathetic wretch was not entertaining to her. She began partaking in the more direct forms of torture and she knew exactly where to cut and what to break. She was careful, though. My victories brought her lots of prestige and she didn’t want me incapable of fighting. In fact, she even wanted have fighters cut of the same cloth as me, so she had me breed with other animals from her farm. That’s right, I lost my virginity to a woman too terrified to feel any pleasure from the act, and you know what truly disgusts me? I liked it. They didn’t have to force to do jack shit, the moment I saw her I pounced like in bull in heat – which I guess I was, in a sense. And just like with fights, it didn’t stop at first.
Still, I was getting sick of it all. Fuck, sick isn’t the right word, I was horrified by what I was becoming, so I decided to make a deal with the Marquise. Actually, I think the word bet is more appropriate. I won’t bother describing how I got her to talk to me about it seriously in the first place, but the end result was that we made a contract: if I keep an interrupted winning streak for a year and a day, she will let me go free. I made sure to hammer all the nasty details out – she couldn’t sabotage me or have somebody else do it for her and when I was let free I was free forever, she or anyone on her beck and call was not going to come back for me.
Thus, the victories started rolling. By this point of time I was already a veritable monster in the Arena. Time after time I would look into the enemy’s eyes and see the acceptance of the inevitable. I didn’t care. Now I had something to work towards. Something to keep me from going insane and turning into the animal the True Fae already treated me as.
Naturally, my mistress wasn’t going to just let me leave. Oh no. The bitch had a plan. You remember me saying that I was used to breed more fighters? Well, normally they would change the woman after a while, to be as efficient as possible. Not during this year, though. Instead I kept getting parried with one girl named Telin – or at least that’s the name she gave me. I could see where this was going and I tried to remain distant, but God damn it, you can’t sleep with one person for months and not create a connection. And the worst of all, she also developed feelings for me.
As the deadline was drawing near and I kept my victory streak uninterrupted the only thing I could think of was how to get out of this mess. Do I leave Telin behind? Do I take her with me? If I take her with me it sure as fuck won’t be because of the contract. That thing relates only to me. So do I break the contract and try to get away with Telin – save my princess like some knight in bloody shining armour from a fairy tale? Or do I refuse to leave in the end?
Then it came. My last match. I won. No, I will not describe what happened, because I can barely remember myself. What came after the match, though, that is what will be stuck in mind for as long as I live.
The Marquise threw a grand celebration in my honour. I had an unbroken streak of victories for year and a day and that was pretty amazing, even for a plaything – those were her words. Many of the Gentry came, but also many like me, mortals who were trapped in this world. What I didn’t initially notice is that there were far more male mortals present than female. Heh, I see the realization dawning on your face, you can guess where this is going, can’t you? Yes, it happened. As a parting gift for me, the Marquise brought Telin and had her strip before the entire banquet hall. Then, while I watched, each and every one of the mortal men present had his way with her, to the grand amusement of the Fae.
I was furious. Despite all that was at stake and despite it being my last day I wanted to jump into them and tear them to pieces. I wanted to paint the entire hall in the blood of everyone present. I wanted to.
But I didn’t.
I mustered every ounce of self-control in my being and I watched. Just watched. I could see the disappointed grow on the face of my mistress with each man who mounted Telin. In the end the banquet was done to the great amusement of the Fae guests. Tomorrow I was freed, as per agreement. Just like how I don’t remember my trip to Arcadia, I don’t remember the trip out of it. Was I brought back to Earth or did I fight my way through the Hedge? I don’t know. I just know that at the moment when my wish of many years was fulfilled, I felt empty.
I didn’t even try to find my family again. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t picture myself returning to the normal life after what I let happen to Telin. In the end the Marquise continued to torment me even in my freedom.
I became a drifter, moving from town to town, city to city, doing odd jobs. It hasn’t actually been long since I was freed – I think it wasn’t even a full year. The world has changed a lot from the time of my kidnapping, even though it hasn’t been that many years. Only twenty. Still I managed to get used to it somewhat. Now I'm here, in New York. Not sure why though, but for some reason I felt I had to come. Like, every road I took seemed to take me here. So, here I am.
Personality:
I am what you call a socially awkward person. I wasn’t very good at communicating with strangers even before the time spent in Arcadia, and being put into an animal stall and forced to fight every day with practically no human interaction didn’t really help me either. Now you may say ‘Hey, you are talking to me just fine!’ and you’ll be right. People who I get close to and comfortable with I can talk to normally, but with somebody I meet for the first time or not very often I start speaking quickly, avoiding eye contact and occasionally stutter. Then I start thinking I am making a fool of myself and I begin messing up even more. Worst case scenario I get irritated and break someone’s neck. Never happened before but I came damn close.
Another thing I think is worth mentioning is that I am very selfish. Hah, didn’t surprise you at all, didn’t it. Yeah, I am my most important person. I will strive to make things easy and comfortable for myself and then, maybe, help others if it doesn’t inconvenience me. Do you think anyone but the most self-centred asshole would be able to do what I did and live with it? No, a real human would have left his bones back in that banquet hall. Still, I am not a backstaby sort. I am not going to trip you then walk over you on my way to success. I have no ambition or desire that would motivate me to such things. All I want is smooth sailing through life and others can go and become heroes or leaders or whatever the fuck it is they want to be. Just leave me alone and don’t bother me.
Skills:
My skills huh… Well, I am really good at killing things. Give me any weapon – swords, machetes, bats, sticks, knives, guns – or no weapon at all, and I’ll kill every fucker you put in front of me. I have years of experience at this job and I am somewhat proud to say that I became a bloody (both figuratively and literally) master of it. I have reflexes and strength to give any martial arts world champion a fight they’ll remember for as long as they live and that is if I obey the rules. In a fight with no rules besides ‘kill the other guy’ I am fucking invincible.
Also, my body is in as good condition as human body can possibly be. The matches in the Arena often weren’t straight-up fights but involved all manner of traps and obstacles, so I had to learn to climb, jump, lift, throw… You get the picture. I am not a contender for a medal on Olympics, but I dare say I am still far above average.
Then there’s the computer stuff. I told you already, I used to take interest in IT when I was in high school, and I have to say that seeing the progress made in that field during my stay in Arcadia only rekindled my interest in it. I am not actually very knowledgeable about the matter, to be honest, but I know some basic coding and I can hack into some weakly protected systems, so I can get some use out of it.
Lastly, I am good at making people scared. I just have to give them a direct eye-to-eye stare and repeat what I want slowly and they’ll be shitting their pants like they have diarrhoea. It doesn’t always get me what I want – sometimes they are so scared they faint or bail – but it is a good way to avoid things getting violent for real.
Supernatural Powers:
I am impossible to kill. Every time I suffer a lethal wound I will revert back to my peak condition in a few hours. Not sure if I am completely immortal, though, because I am pretty sure I aged during my time in Arcadia. Also, I won’t immediately heal non-lethal wounds no matter how gruesome they are. I had limbs severed and eyes gouged-out and I had to wait until I got killed before those injuries got healed. That is why I mentioned earlier that it’s the wounds that don’t kill me that really suck. Anyway, aside from this I don’t really have any other supernatural power. The rest of my abilities are still firmly within the realm of human capabilities.
Weaknesses:
Heat. That’s my number one bane. No, not fire. Heat. The region of Arcadia I lived in was pretty chilly and it made me forget how hot summers on Earth can be. If the temperature is above 30 degrees Celsius I become very irritable and I can turn violent very, very easily, which leads me to the other thing…
I have violent tendencies. Although I strive to restrain myself as much as I can, if things don’t go my way or something bothers me for too long, I will snap and break something. Or someone. I have yet to kill somebody in one of my outbursts, but I have made more than one lasting injury since my return from Arcadia, not to mention the property damage. It’s a miracle I have not been arrested yet.
Possessions:
What I have in my backpack? Here, let me show you:
A baseball bat. Never played the sport but this thing is good for hitting plethora of other things aside from balls.
Then, there’s machete. I didn’t use it so far but some Fae are allergic to iron and you never know…
Ah, a pistol. I am not sure what type. A glock? I mean, it looks like the most average pistol you can think off. Fuck man, I don’t have interest in this stuff. I stole it, so I only have one clip.
Motorcycling gloves.
A couple of Snickers bars, helps with self-control.
I also have a smart phone with a charger. Stolen, of course. I use it mostly to surf the net when I manage to grab free Wi-Fi.
A jacket.
Matches.
Sunglasses.
A map of the US.
A Swiss knife.
A plastic water bottle, currently half-empty.
So that’s all, besides the stuff I wear on myself. Pretty basic, right?... What’s with that look?
Other:
It seems I have a very good metabolism because I’ve been eating mostly junk food since coming to Earth and I have yet to put on fat. Which is great, because I love junk food.
Back in my high school I used to love listening to metal. I still do, but I have also developed a taste for hip-hop, country and classic music.
I bloody hate arrogance and condescension. Nothing pisses me off more than when someone assumes he is better than you and patronizes you. I usually end up changing physical description of such people.
Ah, god! I'm here! I slept through my alarm but I'm here now, and that's what matters!
@Medjedovic, you knocked it out of the park, my dude. Love the detail, love the darkness, love the take on the 'won freedom in the arena' story. Accepted.
I do have one note, however, and it's more of a clarifying point about how the Mask and Mien work - the Mien is the true form of a changeling, and other changelings and true fae always see it. The Mask is just how mortals perceive you in the mortal world; a fae illusion that basically edits mortal's perception of reality to keep them from seeing weird shit.
@SisyphusAre Fae and Changelings aware of how the Mask looks?
In most cases... sort of. They might have picked up what they look like from descriptions of mortals, or many of them have the power to 'strengthen' it temporarily (like, a few minutes), so that they and other Changelings can see it, but as rule they don't like to dwell on it. That's one of the reasons meeting a Fetch can be so traumatic for a Changeling; it's literally your Mask, everything you could have been if the Fae hadn't claimed you, staring you in the eyes.
Just an FYI @Sisyphus, I'm wrapping up my CS and should have it posted for approval by tomorrow morning (US EST). Unfortunately posting time for me is limited each day (damn you RL!) but I'm def looking forward to this RP.
