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Mae Crayola
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*Without arm augments*
"Call me your halftone superchome monotone baby."
Melanie Cerulean Blau • 19 • October 31st • Female • Heterosexual • Veldamar
• Nini, Mello, Melonhead, Shakes Ceri •
Appearance:
Melanie stands at 5"4 with long pink, wavy hair that falls just past her collar bone. She's quite petite with a slim but slightly athletic build. Her true eye colour was blue... before she got augmented. As it is she has startling neon eyes with black sclera, and extremely long, black eyelashes that frame them well. She's exceptionally pale, the sun seemingly having no effect on her... bar burning, that is. She has a slightly stiff walk to her, and she goes everywhere at a relaxed meander... if she can get away with it.
She has a number of tattoos covering her body - including one written across her inner left, one curling around her right leg, one on her right ankle and a sleeve covering her right arm. Not to mention, one hidden tattoo above her solar plexus.
She has no visible scars or wounds but has two neon pink 8mm gauges, one in each ear. Typically she can be seen sporting a baggy hoodie, various eclectic leggings and comfy hightop shoes. She also has a habbit of wearing nail polish - or did, at least, before she came here - though it's often chipped and messy.
Personality:
Melanie is apathetic in a way the word doesn't quite prepare you for. She can be a bit prickly at times, but generally keeps her own counsel about things, unless speaking out about it will have some sort of impact that she's hoping for. She isn't afraid to take action when it's necessary, and she's not afraid to act immediately if she has to, even if it would upset other people. Fearless is a word that could describe her - fearless, but not stupid.
Melanie is fiercely loyal and warmly protective over those she takes a liking to, though she'd never impede their freedom unless she thought their safety was at dire risk. Despite her bristly edge and occasionally sacastic tone, she does have a humourous side to her, though her taste in jokes can seem quite dry to the uninitiated.
• Nini, Mello, Melonhead, Shakes Ceri •
Appearance:
Melanie stands at 5"4 with long pink, wavy hair that falls just past her collar bone. She's quite petite with a slim but slightly athletic build. Her true eye colour was blue... before she got augmented. As it is she has startling neon eyes with black sclera, and extremely long, black eyelashes that frame them well. She's exceptionally pale, the sun seemingly having no effect on her... bar burning, that is. She has a slightly stiff walk to her, and she goes everywhere at a relaxed meander... if she can get away with it.
She has a number of tattoos covering her body - including one written across her inner left, one curling around her right leg, one on her right ankle and a sleeve covering her right arm. Not to mention, one hidden tattoo above her solar plexus.
She has no visible scars or wounds but has two neon pink 8mm gauges, one in each ear. Typically she can be seen sporting a baggy hoodie, various eclectic leggings and comfy hightop shoes. She also has a habbit of wearing nail polish - or did, at least, before she came here - though it's often chipped and messy.
Personality:
Melanie is apathetic in a way the word doesn't quite prepare you for. She can be a bit prickly at times, but generally keeps her own counsel about things, unless speaking out about it will have some sort of impact that she's hoping for. She isn't afraid to take action when it's necessary, and she's not afraid to act immediately if she has to, even if it would upset other people. Fearless is a word that could describe her - fearless, but not stupid.
Melanie is fiercely loyal and warmly protective over those she takes a liking to, though she'd never impede their freedom unless she thought their safety was at dire risk. Despite her bristly edge and occasionally sacastic tone, she does have a humourous side to her, though her taste in jokes can seem quite dry to the uninitiated.
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Mae Crayola
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"Here to Serve!"
Targilde Mullen • 17 • April 2nd • Male • Bisexual • The Empire
Appearance:
Targilde stands at 6 ft with perfect posture, back always ramrod straight. He's of a slim build and quite bony, though his suits - at least - fill him out a little. He has platinum blond hair and pale amber, almond-shaped eyes that hold an endearing sweetness to him. He comes across as quite an innocent person, if a little childish, and he's always immaculately clean of he can help it. He has a pinkish undertone to his pale skin.
He has no noticable tattoos or scars, though he sports a small blue stud in his right ear. Regardless of the weather, climate or job of the day, Targilde is almost always seen wearing well-fitted suits, black with gold buttons, and a small tie around his neck. If one were to look at his closet, all they would see is a collection of identical immaculate suits, lined up neatly and lint-free.
The only other outfit he might occasionally be spotted in is a straw hat to keep the sun off his neck and some simple gardening clothes. These are comprised of thick brown gardening gloves, a pair of blue suspenders with one broken strap, a pair of muddy boots up to the knees which he tucks his trousers into.
Personality:
Targilde is a friendly sort of chap, though often a bit on the quiet side. He's very polite, regularly speaking only when spoken too - unless he see's someone is particularly quiet or uncomfortable, then he will try to include them and make them feel at home. He is more of a follower then a leader, but happy to make suggestions when he feels it's appropriate. At the end of the day, he lives his life in service to others, even when they don't necessarily invite the attention. Too bad - you get it anyway.
Targilde comes across as a little on the quiet side, but despite everything he is very childish at heart. And stubborn. One of the first things he ever learned was never disagree with a Master - but saying "Yes, my lord." with a smile on his face and then going off to do something in the Master's best interests... well, that's completely different, so long as he won't mind by the time he finds out.
Appearance:
Targilde stands at 6 ft with perfect posture, back always ramrod straight. He's of a slim build and quite bony, though his suits - at least - fill him out a little. He has platinum blond hair and pale amber, almond-shaped eyes that hold an endearing sweetness to him. He comes across as quite an innocent person, if a little childish, and he's always immaculately clean of he can help it. He has a pinkish undertone to his pale skin.
He has no noticable tattoos or scars, though he sports a small blue stud in his right ear. Regardless of the weather, climate or job of the day, Targilde is almost always seen wearing well-fitted suits, black with gold buttons, and a small tie around his neck. If one were to look at his closet, all they would see is a collection of identical immaculate suits, lined up neatly and lint-free.
The only other outfit he might occasionally be spotted in is a straw hat to keep the sun off his neck and some simple gardening clothes. These are comprised of thick brown gardening gloves, a pair of blue suspenders with one broken strap, a pair of muddy boots up to the knees which he tucks his trousers into.
Personality:
Targilde is a friendly sort of chap, though often a bit on the quiet side. He's very polite, regularly speaking only when spoken too - unless he see's someone is particularly quiet or uncomfortable, then he will try to include them and make them feel at home. He is more of a follower then a leader, but happy to make suggestions when he feels it's appropriate. At the end of the day, he lives his life in service to others, even when they don't necessarily invite the attention. Too bad - you get it anyway.
Targilde comes across as a little on the quiet side, but despite everything he is very childish at heart. And stubborn. One of the first things he ever learned was never disagree with a Master - but saying "Yes, my lord." with a smile on his face and then going off to do something in the Master's best interests... well, that's completely different, so long as he won't mind by the time he finds out.
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Mae Crayola
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"There's more to life then the corners we put ourselves in."
Humphrey Fredrick Stanza • 21 • 21st of February • Male • Heterosexual • The Old Lands
Hummers • Frey
Appearance:
Humprey stands at 5"9, with bright blue eyes and long blonde hair he often ties back to get out of his face. His eyebrows are a darker colour, and bushy, giving him a village-boy look as he peers out from underneath them with cheeky, suggestive eyes.
His build is quite filled out, with muscles that aren't overbearing nor overlookable. Despite what some might think, given his humble beginnings, he has better posture then the average streetrat layabout - if only slightly. He is somewhat tanned giving his whole overall appearance a sun-kissed feel.
Humphrey has no notable tattoos or piercing, though a long scar across his right forearm tells a story of an accident with a stove once when he was young. Other then that he seems fighting fit and in good nick, perhaps a good contender for this difficult land.
Humphrey often opts for simple workman's clothing - a leather waistcoat over a button-up shirt, rolled up to the elbows, simple trousers and simple leather boots. Everything about him seems to point to a simple, carefree life.
Personality : Humphrey is a quirky, upbeat sort of lad, though he has been known to kick back and laze around if he thinks he can get away with it. He's pretty fearless in front of a hearty challenge, so long as that challenge isn't a combat he can die from. Jumping a large distance that could cause him serious injury? bring it. Drinking game he'll definitely regret in the morning? sounds like a blast. Fighting a creepy being he's never met before? Nuh-uh, throw the women and children aside!
So he'd claim, anyway. Humphrey has a bit of a soft spot for sweet girls, and he likes to think they have a soft spot for him. He's a cheery sort, quick to crack a few jokes in exchange for a few smiles, but he can also be quite pensive when caught in the right mood. Often he can be caught down by the river, lazing the day away, happy with or without company. He seems quite at home both around people and out by himself.
He's quite happy to admit when he's out of his comfort zone and quite happy to push the limit of his comfort zone, so long as he's sure he wont get hurt *too* badly.
Hummers • Frey
Appearance:
Humprey stands at 5"9, with bright blue eyes and long blonde hair he often ties back to get out of his face. His eyebrows are a darker colour, and bushy, giving him a village-boy look as he peers out from underneath them with cheeky, suggestive eyes.
His build is quite filled out, with muscles that aren't overbearing nor overlookable. Despite what some might think, given his humble beginnings, he has better posture then the average streetrat layabout - if only slightly. He is somewhat tanned giving his whole overall appearance a sun-kissed feel.
Humphrey has no notable tattoos or piercing, though a long scar across his right forearm tells a story of an accident with a stove once when he was young. Other then that he seems fighting fit and in good nick, perhaps a good contender for this difficult land.
Humphrey often opts for simple workman's clothing - a leather waistcoat over a button-up shirt, rolled up to the elbows, simple trousers and simple leather boots. Everything about him seems to point to a simple, carefree life.
Personality : Humphrey is a quirky, upbeat sort of lad, though he has been known to kick back and laze around if he thinks he can get away with it. He's pretty fearless in front of a hearty challenge, so long as that challenge isn't a combat he can die from. Jumping a large distance that could cause him serious injury? bring it. Drinking game he'll definitely regret in the morning? sounds like a blast. Fighting a creepy being he's never met before? Nuh-uh, throw the women and children aside!
So he'd claim, anyway. Humphrey has a bit of a soft spot for sweet girls, and he likes to think they have a soft spot for him. He's a cheery sort, quick to crack a few jokes in exchange for a few smiles, but he can also be quite pensive when caught in the right mood. Often he can be caught down by the river, lazing the day away, happy with or without company. He seems quite at home both around people and out by himself.
He's quite happy to admit when he's out of his comfort zone and quite happy to push the limit of his comfort zone, so long as he's sure he wont get hurt *too* badly.
PaddieCake The Lord of Piggies
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"The bonds of love are the strongest of all"
Oxe • 21 • January 3rd • Male • Heterosexual • The North Kin
• Zeze •
Appearance: At 6’6, he’s quite tall, his skin is that of a dark olive complexion and his eyes are an amber color. He is slender, but quite muscular. He wears a thick black scarf that covers his neck and mouth, all the way up to his nose. He tends to wear comfortable, loose fitting clothing, and heavy, but comfortable, boots. He has a chiseled jawline that remains clean shaven, although mostly unseen. His hair is long and white, often tied back or braided, letting it fall down the side of his neck rather than along his back.
Personality: Quiet and collected, Oxe is very much an observer. He doesn’t particularly like talking to others, preferring instead to watch them. He only ever seems to talk to Hex, whom he has an incredibly strong connection to. He is quick to learn and understand things that others teach him. While he enjoys watching people he isn’t particularly fond of them. He tends to feel awkward around others, and doesn’t like like interacting with others. He often uses Hex as a means of communication between himself and those around him, though he does know sign language he often doesn’t use it. He tends towards being a bit shy, and seems almost uncomfortable being near others, often standing around awkwardly and slumped over.
• Zeze •
Appearance: At 6’6, he’s quite tall, his skin is that of a dark olive complexion and his eyes are an amber color. He is slender, but quite muscular. He wears a thick black scarf that covers his neck and mouth, all the way up to his nose. He tends to wear comfortable, loose fitting clothing, and heavy, but comfortable, boots. He has a chiseled jawline that remains clean shaven, although mostly unseen. His hair is long and white, often tied back or braided, letting it fall down the side of his neck rather than along his back.
Personality: Quiet and collected, Oxe is very much an observer. He doesn’t particularly like talking to others, preferring instead to watch them. He only ever seems to talk to Hex, whom he has an incredibly strong connection to. He is quick to learn and understand things that others teach him. While he enjoys watching people he isn’t particularly fond of them. He tends to feel awkward around others, and doesn’t like like interacting with others. He often uses Hex as a means of communication between himself and those around him, though he does know sign language he often doesn’t use it. He tends towards being a bit shy, and seems almost uncomfortable being near others, often standing around awkwardly and slumped over.
PaddieCake The Lord of Piggies
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Alexis Helena Mornson • 8 • October 1st • Female• Asexual • The Old Lands
• Hex •
Appearance: Alexis is quite small, as is expected of a young child. She is about 4’5 with pale white skin and similarly pale hair which comes down in ringlets and is often kept loose around her face. She has violet colored eyes, though they can look blue if one isn’t looking properly. She has a tendency to wear white or beige dresses, coming down to her knees with lace accents. She often goes around barefoot, leaving her feet rather dirty.
Personality: Alexis is very much a typical little girl. She loves going up to people and talking to them, though comes off a bit more subdued than most young children. She has an easy smile and loves learning things about new people. She can be rather excitable, and relies heavily on Oxe for most things. She's often found sitting on his shoulders, or being carried by him. She is always happy to meet new people, and loves hearing about their lives, if they're willing to tell. She's rather good at remembering faces and things people tell her, and is rather intelligent overall.
• Hex •
Appearance: Alexis is quite small, as is expected of a young child. She is about 4’5 with pale white skin and similarly pale hair which comes down in ringlets and is often kept loose around her face. She has violet colored eyes, though they can look blue if one isn’t looking properly. She has a tendency to wear white or beige dresses, coming down to her knees with lace accents. She often goes around barefoot, leaving her feet rather dirty.
Personality: Alexis is very much a typical little girl. She loves going up to people and talking to them, though comes off a bit more subdued than most young children. She has an easy smile and loves learning things about new people. She can be rather excitable, and relies heavily on Oxe for most things. She's often found sitting on his shoulders, or being carried by him. She is always happy to meet new people, and loves hearing about their lives, if they're willing to tell. She's rather good at remembering faces and things people tell her, and is rather intelligent overall.
PaddieCake The Lord of Piggies
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"Trust no one, running or fighting are your only options."
Ignatus Buford 3rd • 23 years, 6 months, 2 weeks, and 2 days • August 15th, 3:15 PM • Uh...male?• Homoromantic Demisexual • The Empire
• Iggy • Nate • Appearance: Ignatus is 5’10, but dangerously skinny. He has long arms and legs and there doesn’t seem to be much fat on him at all. Once upon a time his skin was an olive complexion, nice if a bit pockmarked. It has since become almost permanently burnt from exposure, completely red, ragged looking, and even more pockmarks scattered around his face. He has messy, frizzy, dark brown hair that sticks up at odd angles. It was once curly, with quite a bit of life to it, but is now a matted frizzy nest like structure on his head. It is a dull brown with noticeable grey streaks throughout. His face is pointed and angular, deep dark circles under his olive green eyes. His nose, though once proportionate, straight with a slight downward hook at the end, now looks too large for his gaunt face. His lips are pink in color, and badly chapped. His eyebrows are thick and bushy with spots missing where there’s some scarring. He has other scars, along his arms, stomach, legs, some of them could easily be from fights he managed to escape from, while others look self-inflicted. His clothes are what little remains of a suit, a ragged jacket with a pocket coming loose (the other having completely fallen off some time ago), and buttons missing. In his inside pocket there is a faded green handkerchief. The rest of his clothes consist of a pair of loose fitting knee length trousers, once beige but now a dusty brown color, and a loose fitting shirt, that often isn’t buttoned properly. He does own shoes, which are so worn out and broken that they barely do the job they are meant to, they were a simple pair of black loafers. He also sports a pair of silver wire rimmed glasses, though the lenses have unfortunately cracked and smudged.
Personality: Iggy had a personality, once upon a time. Or rather a different personality. He was a sharp young man, fond of books and learning. He had a friendly demeanor that allowed him to be quite cordial with those around him, even if he wasn’t always aware of what was going on around him. However, Ignatus has lost the friendly smile, the love for books and for others. He is barely recognizable as the vibrant boy he was before. He is so paranoid, he doesn’t sleep, only passing out when his body is too exhausted to continue going. He is incredibly aware of, and afraid of, everyone and everything he comes across. He is usually completely and totally focused on his surroundings. He is erratic, but quiet, full of fear and hate.
• Iggy • Nate • Appearance: Ignatus is 5’10, but dangerously skinny. He has long arms and legs and there doesn’t seem to be much fat on him at all. Once upon a time his skin was an olive complexion, nice if a bit pockmarked. It has since become almost permanently burnt from exposure, completely red, ragged looking, and even more pockmarks scattered around his face. He has messy, frizzy, dark brown hair that sticks up at odd angles. It was once curly, with quite a bit of life to it, but is now a matted frizzy nest like structure on his head. It is a dull brown with noticeable grey streaks throughout. His face is pointed and angular, deep dark circles under his olive green eyes. His nose, though once proportionate, straight with a slight downward hook at the end, now looks too large for his gaunt face. His lips are pink in color, and badly chapped. His eyebrows are thick and bushy with spots missing where there’s some scarring. He has other scars, along his arms, stomach, legs, some of them could easily be from fights he managed to escape from, while others look self-inflicted. His clothes are what little remains of a suit, a ragged jacket with a pocket coming loose (the other having completely fallen off some time ago), and buttons missing. In his inside pocket there is a faded green handkerchief. The rest of his clothes consist of a pair of loose fitting knee length trousers, once beige but now a dusty brown color, and a loose fitting shirt, that often isn’t buttoned properly. He does own shoes, which are so worn out and broken that they barely do the job they are meant to, they were a simple pair of black loafers. He also sports a pair of silver wire rimmed glasses, though the lenses have unfortunately cracked and smudged.
Personality: Iggy had a personality, once upon a time. Or rather a different personality. He was a sharp young man, fond of books and learning. He had a friendly demeanor that allowed him to be quite cordial with those around him, even if he wasn’t always aware of what was going on around him. However, Ignatus has lost the friendly smile, the love for books and for others. He is barely recognizable as the vibrant boy he was before. He is so paranoid, he doesn’t sleep, only passing out when his body is too exhausted to continue going. He is incredibly aware of, and afraid of, everyone and everything he comes across. He is usually completely and totally focused on his surroundings. He is erratic, but quiet, full of fear and hate.
Fox of Spades Evil Overlord
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Castiel Moor
"Everything is predetermined."
Castiel Moor • 20 • November 1st • Male • "Labels are unnecessary." • The Old Lands
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Personality:
Appearance:
A slender youth of 20 years, Castiel stands at roughly 5 feet and 9 inches, and is an unassuming young man whose boyish face and soft features tend to make him seem younger than he really is. It is easy to miss Castiel when in a crowd. Everything about him is plain and quiet, from the demure look he often wears on his face to his almost listless grey eyes. The most notable things about the boy are his ghostly complexion, his striking white hair, and the ever-present dark circles underneath his eyes.
Personality:
A staunch believer of Fate, Fortune, The Stars, or whatever else you call it, Castiel believes that everything is predetermined. This belief has made him far more accepting and tolerant of things than most people his age - than most people in general. Mild-mannered and not one to get frazzled easily, Castiel knows how to roll with the punches and finds himself ready to accept even the most absurd of circumstances or the strangest of people.
To him, everything and everyone is a product of the outside forces that affect them. The same can be said about himself. Castiel is aware that one of the reasons he is the way he is, are because of his somewhat strange circumstances - a fortune teller who sees and speaks to spirits, Castiel has seen a lot of strangeness in his young life and this has led him to be somewhat of a misfit.
He's lonely and somewhat awkward, side-effects of spending more time with the dead than the living.
To him, everything and everyone is a product of the outside forces that affect them. The same can be said about himself. Castiel is aware that one of the reasons he is the way he is, are because of his somewhat strange circumstances - a fortune teller who sees and speaks to spirits, Castiel has seen a lot of strangeness in his young life and this has led him to be somewhat of a misfit.
He's lonely and somewhat awkward, side-effects of spending more time with the dead than the living.
Fox of Spades Evil Overlord
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Viola Valdis
"I am the master of my fate, the captain of my soul."
Viola Valdis • 21 • September 5th • female • Heterosexual • The Old Lands
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Appearance:
A sprightly young woman of 5 feet and 6 inches. Viola isn't particularly tall, but she has a tendency to light up a room, to command attention wherever she goes. She doesn't believe that to be the case, but others can attest to her captivating charm. It's not that she's exceptionally pretty - she's more athletic than curvaceous and she keeps her dark hair cut at the shoulders. She's tough and plain, but perhaps it's the constant grin she wears on her face, or that ever-present spark of determination in her eyes, or maybe it's simply the spring in her step and the confidence in the way she moves. Viola constantly aims to be the best she can be, and it shows not only in her actions, but in how she presents herself to the people around her.
Personality:
Touched by death. A sickly child since birth, Viola was treated like a porcelain princess for the majority of her young life. She detested this and often pushed boundaries to better herself in anyway she could. She was going to die young, she heard her parents, she heard the local healers and priests - her fate had been etched in stone the moment she was born, the stars had granted her a faulty deck of cards and she would have to play with the hand she was dealt for the rest of her supposedly short life.
It was unacceptable.
Stubborn to a fault, Viola is not one to watch things unfold in silence. She takes matters into her own hands and believes that life is, to put it simply, cause and effect. Certain actions lead to certain outcomes, fate is cruel and allowing things to just be, it's utterly foolish.
Viola believes that with hardwork and determination, a person can change the course of their life. It's the reason she strives to be a cut above the rest, to be the best version of herself she can be. An obvious perfectionist who abhors quitters and those with weak willpower, Viola can be relentless when it comes to pushing people onward, however, she also knows what it’s like to hit rock bottom. The young woman isn't heartless, and knows when to spur people on and when to just listen and be there for someone.
It was unacceptable.
Stubborn to a fault, Viola is not one to watch things unfold in silence. She takes matters into her own hands and believes that life is, to put it simply, cause and effect. Certain actions lead to certain outcomes, fate is cruel and allowing things to just be, it's utterly foolish.
Viola believes that with hardwork and determination, a person can change the course of their life. It's the reason she strives to be a cut above the rest, to be the best version of herself she can be. An obvious perfectionist who abhors quitters and those with weak willpower, Viola can be relentless when it comes to pushing people onward, however, she also knows what it’s like to hit rock bottom. The young woman isn't heartless, and knows when to spur people on and when to just listen and be there for someone.
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"Sit down and take your L."
Lloyd • 19 • October 28th • Male • Heterosexual • The Dominion
• L, Forl, and embarrassingly, Lou •
Appearance:
Lloyd stands at a "humble" 6'1". He is slim, but still manages to keep a somewhat athletic build. His posture reflects this; it's just as proper and fluid as an athlete would be. His eyes, despite being covered constantly by a mask, are blue while his hair remains a short-cut blonde. His skin is generally unmarked. The occasional scar or pockmark may be visible, but they aren't noticeable by any means. Despite his innate athleticism, he dresses extremely gaudily. Gold adorns his extremely-dyed cowl, he wears bright yet meaningless accessories, and always has a mask on. Though, that mask is more of a cultural thing. The gaudiness is just his personal taste.
Personality:
Lloyd is a natural leader. He's ambitious, courageous, and willing to be the first to enter a fight. He's willing to take initiative in any scenario to protect others. While filled with a zealous self-confidence that can only be described as idiotic, Lloyd somehow makes it work. His confidence (and ego, for that matter) manages to add to his charm.
He is somewhat of a dork, creating random catchphrases for himself. Most of them are bad, just like his fashion sense. Nonetheless, he still repeats them frequently. He's unable to take life seriously, for the most part. When things become serious, he has a tendency to laugh them off and continue to be his regular self.
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"If at first you don't succeed, you're probably done for"
Druuk • 18 • June 22 • Male • Heterosexual • The North Kin
Appearance:
Druuk stands at 6'3", standing upright at all times to exert his presence over others. His olive tone skin is covered in many scars, the most prominent of which is a bite on his left cheek which he received when he was quite young. His clothing is his armor, preferring neutral colours and pieces that don't restrict movement while providing the most protection possible. His green eyes have been trained to see everything as a threat, and he keeps his black hair short so it doesn't get in the way.
Personality:
Druuk is a bit of a crass individual. He doesn't particularly enjoy the company of other people. He tolerates them because he understands the concept of power in numbers. Despite his dislike of people in general, when in a group he puts himself in the lead to protect the others from danger. If they lead themselves they'd just end up dying and leaving him alone. If he leads he's confident in his ability to not die long enough for the group to get themselves together and fight.
There are some people Druuk does enjoy the company of, and if he deems you a friend you should count yourself lucky. Around those he likes he is loud, boisterous and overall a friendly guy. If someone he doesn't like gets in a bad situation, he may just leave them. If a friend is in a bad spot, he will jump in and fight his hardest for them.
Appearance:
Druuk stands at 6'3", standing upright at all times to exert his presence over others. His olive tone skin is covered in many scars, the most prominent of which is a bite on his left cheek which he received when he was quite young. His clothing is his armor, preferring neutral colours and pieces that don't restrict movement while providing the most protection possible. His green eyes have been trained to see everything as a threat, and he keeps his black hair short so it doesn't get in the way.
Personality:
Druuk is a bit of a crass individual. He doesn't particularly enjoy the company of other people. He tolerates them because he understands the concept of power in numbers. Despite his dislike of people in general, when in a group he puts himself in the lead to protect the others from danger. If they lead themselves they'd just end up dying and leaving him alone. If he leads he's confident in his ability to not die long enough for the group to get themselves together and fight.
There are some people Druuk does enjoy the company of, and if he deems you a friend you should count yourself lucky. Around those he likes he is loud, boisterous and overall a friendly guy. If someone he doesn't like gets in a bad situation, he may just leave them. If a friend is in a bad spot, he will jump in and fight his hardest for them.
Burthstone The Nebulus Nebulae
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"I've been alone long enough to know to never do it to anyone else."
Michael Farmer • 26 • June 20 • Male • Heterosexual • The Empire/The Edge Of The World• Bun, Mike •
Appearance:
Michael stands at an above-average height of 6'1" (185 cm), with a head of black hair and laurel green eyes. His peasant's clothes, while heavier than what most would wear, have clearly been patched many times and cover most of his reasonably muscled and lightly tanned body. He walks around with mostly good posture and like he always has purpose, though when he's standing around he likes to lean against whatever there is around. He always has the very slightest of a smile, so that when he's not talking he looks somewhat serene. His only distinctive marks are a misshapen birthmark just below his left ribs and a diagonal scar across the middle of chest.
Personality:
Michael is a down-to-earth, easy to get along with guy whose plainspoken nature belies his attempts at being polite. He believes in hard work and trying to do the right thing, and that being blatantly dishonest is the worst thing someone can do. Fortunately for him, he tends to pick up on things pretty quickly, so it's hard to pull the same trick on him more than twice. Though he can and will forgive someone even after he's caught them four or five times.
Michael usually engages in conversation with others whenever he's got downtime, and is focused on his work when he has some. He refuses to let himself be left alone, however, and tries to always have company―even if that company is asleep or unconscious. So long as he does have company though, he's more than happy to do just about any task, so long as he thinks it's an honest one.
Haru Nyan T H I C C
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Crusz Bumbleclaw
"Oi! Who do 'ya think you're calling cute?"
Crusz Bumbleclaw• 180 (More or less 18 for his race) • Day of the Dawning Sun (June 21) • Male • Secret • Rammeherz, an underground Kobold city.
• The Bumbling Idiot •
Appearance/Glamour: Standing at a petit 4" ft. Crusz is relatively tall for someone of his race and is lithely-toned from all his forays in the wilderness. His posture is...laid-back would be putting it lightly but that's mostly when he's off-duty and taking a load off, he's much more focused and poised in battle. (or so he claims) His purple eyes take in his surroundings very well. He's got red scales are just that right shade of rosewood to make him blend in with most of his kind. Crusz likes to wear light armor, his scales offer some form of protection but he'd rather not fight in his naked glory, and he likes to keep up-to-date with what humans like or prefer to wear nowadays, and that includes pants. He wears a piece of bladed armor specifically tailored for Kobold tails. Whenever he goes out it in the sun he wears mix-and-match scraps of leather clothing and metal armor that he's scrounged up from the humans he's killed. It's not fashionable but hey, it offers protection from the dreaded sun.
Personality: Reckless and headstrong, Crusz is eager to prove the "lowly" and "dirty" human scum that height doesn't always make right and is willing to crack in some thick skulls with his blade to prove it right. He acts without thinking beforehand and if it'll get him to his goal even quicker, he'll do it.
Crusz is very devoted to the culture and ways of his people, he rarely questions their authority and will and is a staunch believer that they should be expanding more and more so as to preserve their race and ensure their survival. As a result, he is very untrusting of humanoids, if not downright hostile to them. Although he is smart enough to understand the concept of honor and duty, he does not quite grasp that there is a time and place for everything, so yes, he expects that beginning to charge straight at an innocent human boy with a two-handed blade is perfectly accepted in normal human society.
Underneath that battle-ready exterior however is nothing but a child who doesn't even know what he's fighting for. All it takes is a well thought-out argument and a deconstruction of his race's belief and culture to understand he's using it all as a shield because he himself doesn't know what to fight for. He's misguided, he's lost.
Crusz is very devoted to the culture and ways of his people, he rarely questions their authority and will and is a staunch believer that they should be expanding more and more so as to preserve their race and ensure their survival. As a result, he is very untrusting of humanoids, if not downright hostile to them. Although he is smart enough to understand the concept of honor and duty, he does not quite grasp that there is a time and place for everything, so yes, he expects that beginning to charge straight at an innocent human boy with a two-handed blade is perfectly accepted in normal human society.
Underneath that battle-ready exterior however is nothing but a child who doesn't even know what he's fighting for. All it takes is a well thought-out argument and a deconstruction of his race's belief and culture to understand he's using it all as a shield because he himself doesn't know what to fight for. He's misguided, he's lost.
Tenma Tendo Thunder Pillar in Training
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Farran Parisa
"I-I'm sorry! I'm s-so so s-sorry! I'm just as useless as I think I am, h-huh?"
Farran Parisa • 14 • July 4 • Male • Unknown • The Lawless, Forest Kingdom
• Far, Farry (open to more) •
Appearance:
Farran is rather petite, standing at around four feet ten inches. Always standing with a straight and almost uneasy posture, Farran has short shimmery silver hair, light grey eyes covered by a black blindfold, and extremely pale skin with various lightning shape scars littered around. He's normally seen wearing dark t-shirts and shorts, along with his favorite combat boots and knee length socks. He'll wear anything so long as it doesn't make him stand out as much as he already does.
Personality
Farran suffers from extremely low self-esteem as a result of severe abuse and bullying. He is easily intimidated by voices, cries easily, apologizes a lot, and stutters over words. He constantly worries about bothering, boring, or offending others, to the point that his glamour starts to crack or he gets extremely nauseous. Farran is very skilled at reading expressions through people's voices, but he over analyzes them and is quick to conclude that he is automatically disliked by those around her. His fragile personality makes him an easy target for other's cruelty.
Farran is also rather clumsy, and usually apologizes for his uselessness. He frequently offers to allow others to pick on him or do other bad things to him when they are upset so that they won't hate him nor take that anger out on anyone else; he believes it's better to be treated badly than ignored. He's so use to people treating him badly, that when others are kind to him, he can't help but be confused and believe he just did something wrong. If the kindness continues, Farran will quickly grow attached to the person and never want to leave their side.
Farran is rather petite, standing at around four feet ten inches. Always standing with a straight and almost uneasy posture, Farran has short shimmery silver hair, light grey eyes covered by a black blindfold, and extremely pale skin with various lightning shape scars littered around. He's normally seen wearing dark t-shirts and shorts, along with his favorite combat boots and knee length socks. He'll wear anything so long as it doesn't make him stand out as much as he already does.
Personality
Farran suffers from extremely low self-esteem as a result of severe abuse and bullying. He is easily intimidated by voices, cries easily, apologizes a lot, and stutters over words. He constantly worries about bothering, boring, or offending others, to the point that his glamour starts to crack or he gets extremely nauseous. Farran is very skilled at reading expressions through people's voices, but he over analyzes them and is quick to conclude that he is automatically disliked by those around her. His fragile personality makes him an easy target for other's cruelty.
Farran is also rather clumsy, and usually apologizes for his uselessness. He frequently offers to allow others to pick on him or do other bad things to him when they are upset so that they won't hate him nor take that anger out on anyone else; he believes it's better to be treated badly than ignored. He's so use to people treating him badly, that when others are kind to him, he can't help but be confused and believe he just did something wrong. If the kindness continues, Farran will quickly grow attached to the person and never want to leave their side.
Tenma Tendo Thunder Pillar in Training
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Wakana Sakura
"E-Embarrassing..."
Wakana Sakura • 19 • April 23 • Female • Bisexual • Veldamar
• Wakana Sakura, Kana •
Appearance:
Wakana is a bespectacled girl with hip length bright orange hair. She has one brown eye (left) and one purple eye (right). She wears large black circular glasses, and she is always seen wearing big headphones. She seems to be very short, even compared to other girls standing at five feet. Her outfits usually consist of multiple layers; she wears an off-shoulder white top with a red blood-like pattern on her chest with five white asterisks, a black tank top underneath, a dark green jacket with a faux fur trimmed hood, black short shorts, black thigh highs and black knee-high boots.
Personality:
Wakana is strongly discomfited by talking. She communicates with the world via writing down her statements or giving one word responses. Having disconnected herself from the greedy world beyond her music and sisters, Wakana gets lonely easily and lives with little passion and enthusiasm. However, upon meeting a few different people, Wakana has stated to feel less of this loneliness. She shows her childish side and likes teasing her friends. Although she still has occasional anxiety and odd habits, she comes off as bright, playful, and cheerful girl when with her newfound friends.
Wakana is a bespectacled girl with hip length bright orange hair. She has one brown eye (left) and one purple eye (right). She wears large black circular glasses, and she is always seen wearing big headphones. She seems to be very short, even compared to other girls standing at five feet. Her outfits usually consist of multiple layers; she wears an off-shoulder white top with a red blood-like pattern on her chest with five white asterisks, a black tank top underneath, a dark green jacket with a faux fur trimmed hood, black short shorts, black thigh highs and black knee-high boots.
Personality:
Wakana is strongly discomfited by talking. She communicates with the world via writing down her statements or giving one word responses. Having disconnected herself from the greedy world beyond her music and sisters, Wakana gets lonely easily and lives with little passion and enthusiasm. However, upon meeting a few different people, Wakana has stated to feel less of this loneliness. She shows her childish side and likes teasing her friends. Although she still has occasional anxiety and odd habits, she comes off as bright, playful, and cheerful girl when with her newfound friends.
Tenma Tendo Thunder Pillar in Training
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Kaleo Yuna
"Don't judge a book by its cover."
Kaleo Yuna • 18 • February 3 • Female • Bisexual • Joyfalls
• Leo, Yuna •
Appearance:
Kaleo is an average sized girl standing at five feet and five inches with long flowing blonde hair that stops around her waist, one steel gray eye (left), one deep blue eye (right), and rosy white, almost flawless, skin. She's almost always seen wearing a school uniform that consists of a pastel blue shirt, gray blazer, gray and brown striped skirt, and a loose necktie.
Personality:
Kaleo's manner of dealing with people is self-assured and charming, and she is said to be the "Princess" type. She uses her wiles to entertain while simultaneously focusing on what's important. She often realizes things the others are too naive to understand, keeping the information to herself for her own amusement or to watch things play out in order to determine how best to help the others. Kaleo is calm, logical, and has superior intelligence. She also can come across as rather detached and serious, and sometimes threatening when need be, but this is most because she has a hard time interacting with other unless it's charming and refined; she's never had a chance to let loose. She's often seen as rather nervous and self conscious around new people. She is very polite to people who are in power or related to it, and claims she only helps people who can benefit her somehow.
Kaleo is an average sized girl standing at five feet and five inches with long flowing blonde hair that stops around her waist, one steel gray eye (left), one deep blue eye (right), and rosy white, almost flawless, skin. She's almost always seen wearing a school uniform that consists of a pastel blue shirt, gray blazer, gray and brown striped skirt, and a loose necktie.
Personality:
Kaleo's manner of dealing with people is self-assured and charming, and she is said to be the "Princess" type. She uses her wiles to entertain while simultaneously focusing on what's important. She often realizes things the others are too naive to understand, keeping the information to herself for her own amusement or to watch things play out in order to determine how best to help the others. Kaleo is calm, logical, and has superior intelligence. She also can come across as rather detached and serious, and sometimes threatening when need be, but this is most because she has a hard time interacting with other unless it's charming and refined; she's never had a chance to let loose. She's often seen as rather nervous and self conscious around new people. She is very polite to people who are in power or related to it, and claims she only helps people who can benefit her somehow.
Orpheus Wandering Salt Pile
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"Just kidding, love. I'm that good."
Kain • 25 • November 22 • Male • Pansexual • The Old Lands
• Kain, Cashew, Mihr
Appearance:
Standing at a height of 6’2”, Kain’s sharp features only serve to accentuate his predatory aura. His messy chopped hairstyle lends the image of a haphazard dimwit but the keen (predatory?) glimmer in his dark eyes, almost fathomless black like his hair but only just, belays that thought entirely. A length of gnarled, burnt patches several shades darker than his olive skin trails from his face down to his muscular profile, where the rest of the damage is assuredly hidden beneath his clothes. He is usually dressed for the job, in a sleeveless leather chestpiece with inconspicuous pants and boots allowing for free movement, and will never be seen without his armguard. Like a porcupine, however, he only projects his full threatening capacity when the situation calls for it. Otherwise he moves defensively, hunched over slightly, and occupies minimal space.
Personality:
Despite his indifferent posture, Kain has a smart head on his shoulders and a sharp pair of eyes. He doesn’t seem to have an aversion to making friends and exudes the cool camaraderie one would expect from someone who had been in numerous group ventures before, although by default he stays in the sidelines observing with his arms crossed. When talked to, and usually only then unless something is amusing enough, Kain’s blatantly neutral expression instantly dips into a smirk before he launches into a rambunctious tale crammed with bullshit. All in good taste, of course. However Kain’s one noticeable trait, and perhaps the one that may stick as a trademark, is his vulgar witticism. Trust that an innuendo will somehow make its way into an innocent conversation. It will be very obvious upon a few talks just how open he is about his sexuality and other related areas. The lies as well as the lewdness seem to compose much of Kain’s mischievous and easy sense of humor, making it a bit difficult to bring up any personal topics. Just as well: he makes it known that he prefers that any relationship of his stays casual. And/or monetary. To that end, he will steer away from any confrontation and emotional event.
Dedicated and amoral, Kain is the perfect man for the job. The question of what job has a myriad of answers, most of which were unsavory, thankless tasks. Most were illegal, but he makes a point of saying he began with legitimate protection rackets: keeping rich traveling merchants and their fat purses safe from vengeful Magickals, ad nauseam. His actions in a group setting make it clear that this is not anywhere near the first time, nor is it expected to be the last, that he joined with a collection of like-minded (armed) individuals for (paid) work. Kain has led a team several times before, but he doesn’t mind kicking his feet up and letting someone else take the reins; in fact, he seems to allow this to happen more often than not.
• Kain, Cashew, Mihr
Appearance:
Standing at a height of 6’2”, Kain’s sharp features only serve to accentuate his predatory aura. His messy chopped hairstyle lends the image of a haphazard dimwit but the keen (predatory?) glimmer in his dark eyes, almost fathomless black like his hair but only just, belays that thought entirely. A length of gnarled, burnt patches several shades darker than his olive skin trails from his face down to his muscular profile, where the rest of the damage is assuredly hidden beneath his clothes. He is usually dressed for the job, in a sleeveless leather chestpiece with inconspicuous pants and boots allowing for free movement, and will never be seen without his armguard. Like a porcupine, however, he only projects his full threatening capacity when the situation calls for it. Otherwise he moves defensively, hunched over slightly, and occupies minimal space.
Personality:
Despite his indifferent posture, Kain has a smart head on his shoulders and a sharp pair of eyes. He doesn’t seem to have an aversion to making friends and exudes the cool camaraderie one would expect from someone who had been in numerous group ventures before, although by default he stays in the sidelines observing with his arms crossed. When talked to, and usually only then unless something is amusing enough, Kain’s blatantly neutral expression instantly dips into a smirk before he launches into a rambunctious tale crammed with bullshit. All in good taste, of course. However Kain’s one noticeable trait, and perhaps the one that may stick as a trademark, is his vulgar witticism. Trust that an innuendo will somehow make its way into an innocent conversation. It will be very obvious upon a few talks just how open he is about his sexuality and other related areas. The lies as well as the lewdness seem to compose much of Kain’s mischievous and easy sense of humor, making it a bit difficult to bring up any personal topics. Just as well: he makes it known that he prefers that any relationship of his stays casual. And/or monetary. To that end, he will steer away from any confrontation and emotional event.
Dedicated and amoral, Kain is the perfect man for the job. The question of what job has a myriad of answers, most of which were unsavory, thankless tasks. Most were illegal, but he makes a point of saying he began with legitimate protection rackets: keeping rich traveling merchants and their fat purses safe from vengeful Magickals, ad nauseam. His actions in a group setting make it clear that this is not anywhere near the first time, nor is it expected to be the last, that he joined with a collection of like-minded (armed) individuals for (paid) work. Kain has led a team several times before, but he doesn’t mind kicking his feet up and letting someone else take the reins; in fact, he seems to allow this to happen more often than not.
Orpheus Wandering Salt Pile
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"We are the Light."
Sinéad Argent • 21 • September 28 • Female • Demisexual • The Empire
• Seona, Argent •
Appearance:
Compared to the rest of her family, Seona stands at a much smaller 5’5”, though she compensates for it with her dignified, assured bearing. Seona dresses and acts in a manner typical of members of the ‘Burgundy’ Court, the traditional and ancient precursor of the current Empire’s aristocracy. While terrifically conservative and obsolete, it brings to mind the Argents’ status as an Old House, one of the first Highborn families on the West Continent; with a rapidly diminishing treasury and growing enemies at every corner, the family needed every bit of posturing it could sustain, and clothing was by far the least dangerous vice. Although she wears a high-necked summer dress instead of a full gown, the fashion does have the effect of making Seona appear older and more severe than she truly is. Add to the fact that she prefers keeping her long hair braided or pinned back to keep it out of her face, perhaps the most telling sign of her age would be the youthful, excited gleam in her eyes.
Personality:
Some aristocratic women find it tiresome to be bogged down by etiquette lessons and the various subtleties of noble life. They rail against their status, engaging in a rash of scandalous behavior until the itch passes and they ‘settle down’, as if there had been any change because of their displeasure. Seona did the opposite. She thrived under the tutelage of her mother, conforming wonderfully to the role expected of her, and she was a natural study when it came to dissecting and plucking apart the power relations between man and his fellows. She was cunning and perceptive, both traits easily hidden underneath her calm and demure temperament. Her gentle, motherly countenance gave her an air of wisdom and maturity, which drew people in to listen to her and obey her suggestions. Deadly traits, when used properly within the hedonistic circles of the Empire’s elite. Unfortunately, Seona was both soft-hearted and woefully lacking of any ambition; she despised the eternal war between her fellow nobles and their pet artisans, and resolved to use her talents humanely and only for the benefit of her family.
As the middle child in a rather large family, Seona had ever been the mediator between her older siblings and the younger children. She was a diplomat at heart, and wished for peace and a fair resolution for all parties involved more than anything else. However, she hides steel under her smile...
• Seona, Argent •
Appearance:
Compared to the rest of her family, Seona stands at a much smaller 5’5”, though she compensates for it with her dignified, assured bearing. Seona dresses and acts in a manner typical of members of the ‘Burgundy’ Court, the traditional and ancient precursor of the current Empire’s aristocracy. While terrifically conservative and obsolete, it brings to mind the Argents’ status as an Old House, one of the first Highborn families on the West Continent; with a rapidly diminishing treasury and growing enemies at every corner, the family needed every bit of posturing it could sustain, and clothing was by far the least dangerous vice. Although she wears a high-necked summer dress instead of a full gown, the fashion does have the effect of making Seona appear older and more severe than she truly is. Add to the fact that she prefers keeping her long hair braided or pinned back to keep it out of her face, perhaps the most telling sign of her age would be the youthful, excited gleam in her eyes.
Personality:
Some aristocratic women find it tiresome to be bogged down by etiquette lessons and the various subtleties of noble life. They rail against their status, engaging in a rash of scandalous behavior until the itch passes and they ‘settle down’, as if there had been any change because of their displeasure. Seona did the opposite. She thrived under the tutelage of her mother, conforming wonderfully to the role expected of her, and she was a natural study when it came to dissecting and plucking apart the power relations between man and his fellows. She was cunning and perceptive, both traits easily hidden underneath her calm and demure temperament. Her gentle, motherly countenance gave her an air of wisdom and maturity, which drew people in to listen to her and obey her suggestions. Deadly traits, when used properly within the hedonistic circles of the Empire’s elite. Unfortunately, Seona was both soft-hearted and woefully lacking of any ambition; she despised the eternal war between her fellow nobles and their pet artisans, and resolved to use her talents humanely and only for the benefit of her family.
As the middle child in a rather large family, Seona had ever been the mediator between her older siblings and the younger children. She was a diplomat at heart, and wished for peace and a fair resolution for all parties involved more than anything else. However, she hides steel under her smile...
Moonlit Sonata Omnipotently Yan
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Diane Edelweiss
"Ehehe, let's get to it~! Try and keep up with me, will you?"
Diane Edelweiss • 24 • April 19 • Female • Autosexual • Veldamar
• Surgeon Girl, D •
Appearance:
Standing at 159 cm and weighing at 47 kg, Diane hardly cuts the most imposing of figures. Her hair and eye color are nonstandard to say the least, a soft white and light purple respectively, though one could assume this to be the result of overzealous parents and genetic redesign. Her skin is a pale white, and she lacks any evident wounds or markings along her body. As for clothing...well, save for a propensity for an odd bend between promiscuity and overdressing, there's little in the way of a true pattern for her.
Personality:
Diane is an impassioned narcissist who considers herself to be a perfect being. Whether it is in terms of intellect, ethics, or general ability, she validates herself as being at the peak of humanity, in spite of evidence to the contrary. This can be captured best perhaps in her view on riddles. She believes herself to be a peerless riddle solve; however, she is not. Rather, she knows the answer to one riddle. To her, this riddle is "The One True Riddle". All other riddles are viewed by her as "not the real one", and thus they are fake, pointless riddles that don't count as real riddles. In this way, her ideology remains perfectly self-consistent. Failure cannot possibly be her fault; it can only ever be the fault of others, or of the world.
At the same time, Diane's ego is every bit as fragile as it is massive. Rather than a reed which may bend without breaking, Diane's psyche is a tree that will stand hardily and deflect attempts to shatter it, but will undeniably break upon clashing with a greater force. In that sense, she is an exquisite glass figurine at the center of a maelstrom, destined to shatter when the eye of the storm changes. In such an instance, her ego will exist, but lack focus, lack presence. Her mentality in such an instance cannot be predicted, though she will undoubtedly hold on to the vestiges of her prior worldview until her last breath.
In terms of conversation, she is loudmouthed, and overbearing, but not brash. She utilizes an unjustly commanding tone as if it were natural, seeing all others as sidekicks and minor characters on her stage. A decidedly unbearable presence who is fixed in her ways, it's hardly a wonder why she no longer lives in her once-home.
• Surgeon Girl, D •
Appearance:
Standing at 159 cm and weighing at 47 kg, Diane hardly cuts the most imposing of figures. Her hair and eye color are nonstandard to say the least, a soft white and light purple respectively, though one could assume this to be the result of overzealous parents and genetic redesign. Her skin is a pale white, and she lacks any evident wounds or markings along her body. As for clothing...well, save for a propensity for an odd bend between promiscuity and overdressing, there's little in the way of a true pattern for her.
Personality:
Diane is an impassioned narcissist who considers herself to be a perfect being. Whether it is in terms of intellect, ethics, or general ability, she validates herself as being at the peak of humanity, in spite of evidence to the contrary. This can be captured best perhaps in her view on riddles. She believes herself to be a peerless riddle solve; however, she is not. Rather, she knows the answer to one riddle. To her, this riddle is "The One True Riddle". All other riddles are viewed by her as "not the real one", and thus they are fake, pointless riddles that don't count as real riddles. In this way, her ideology remains perfectly self-consistent. Failure cannot possibly be her fault; it can only ever be the fault of others, or of the world.
At the same time, Diane's ego is every bit as fragile as it is massive. Rather than a reed which may bend without breaking, Diane's psyche is a tree that will stand hardily and deflect attempts to shatter it, but will undeniably break upon clashing with a greater force. In that sense, she is an exquisite glass figurine at the center of a maelstrom, destined to shatter when the eye of the storm changes. In such an instance, her ego will exist, but lack focus, lack presence. Her mentality in such an instance cannot be predicted, though she will undoubtedly hold on to the vestiges of her prior worldview until her last breath.
In terms of conversation, she is loudmouthed, and overbearing, but not brash. She utilizes an unjustly commanding tone as if it were natural, seeing all others as sidekicks and minor characters on her stage. A decidedly unbearable presence who is fixed in her ways, it's hardly a wonder why she no longer lives in her once-home.
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