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SpicyMeatball The Spiciest of Them All
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The Sands of Time: A Days of our Lives Roleplay
"Sometimes people put up walls not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to tear them down. "
Tusen Takk | She’s a Rebel!
Name
Olivia Elizabeth Horton
Birthday and Age
May 21st, 16 years old
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Education Level
Currently in high school
Occupation
Olivia is not currently employed.
"Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is more painful as being stuck somewhere you don’t belong." — Author
Appearance
Standing at a measly 5’4” and weighing it at just over 110lbs, Olivia is a rather small girl. With a lean, sporty build tailored from her love of skateboarding and mountain biking, she is rather athletic and has a fair amount of muscle definition in her legs. Her long brown hair is often seen with a single streak of vibrant dye, normally blue or purple, and is usually kept down. Not being one for looking like a barbie, she keeps her face looking mostly natural with conservative usage of makeup. Her only notable features are the few tattoos she has (acquired from sources not requiring parental permission of course), one of which runs the length of her right calf, the other on her left shoulder blade. The former was acquired on her sixteenth birthday as a present to herself, the latter was acquired much more recently as a message to her parents’ constant attempts to get her into medicine.
Olivia normally dresses for comfort. Her usual attire is a pair of beat up jeans or capris length yoga pants with a loose, off-shoulder top or tank-top. On a colder day, she’ll usually be seen wearing a flannel shirt overtop of her normal clothing as well as a loose beanie. Olivia will also normally wear her faded red Converse shoes on a warmer day, or her leather riding boots on a colder one.
Olivia normally dresses for comfort. Her usual attire is a pair of beat up jeans or capris length yoga pants with a loose, off-shoulder top or tank-top. On a colder day, she’ll usually be seen wearing a flannel shirt overtop of her normal clothing as well as a loose beanie. Olivia will also normally wear her faded red Converse shoes on a warmer day, or her leather riding boots on a colder one.
Personality
Despite her very comfortable upbringing, Olivia is a rather troubled individual. With her parents, she’s contradictory and rebellious, unwilling to bend to their wishes for her. While her parents want her to get into medicine much like themselves, Olivia hates the idea and she aims to show that dislike to them in any way possible. Much like her brother Elliot, she is quite the spitfire when she’s in a bad mood.
However, that’s not to say she’s not a decent person. When she’s not showing her dislike of her parents’ view, she’s actually quite a kind and caring person. While slow to trust a new face, when she does warm up to someone she is loyal to a fault and will try to be there for her friends. The little rebellious streak in her brain is balanced by a good heart and a decently guided moral compass.
Olivia is also not one to follow many rules and has made frequent visits to the principal’s office at her school. Almost the polar opposite of her parents -- and probably because her parents were such saints -- Olivia loves to bend the rules and seek the not-so-legal thrills in life. An adrenaline junky to the core and little fear in her heart, she lives on the wilder side of life. In her mind, a boring life is not a life to be had.
However, that’s not to say she’s not a decent person. When she’s not showing her dislike of her parents’ view, she’s actually quite a kind and caring person. While slow to trust a new face, when she does warm up to someone she is loyal to a fault and will try to be there for her friends. The little rebellious streak in her brain is balanced by a good heart and a decently guided moral compass.
Olivia is also not one to follow many rules and has made frequent visits to the principal’s office at her school. Almost the polar opposite of her parents -- and probably because her parents were such saints -- Olivia loves to bend the rules and seek the not-so-legal thrills in life. An adrenaline junky to the core and little fear in her heart, she lives on the wilder side of life. In her mind, a boring life is not a life to be had.
Upbringing
Born on a bright and sunny day in Salem, Olivia was the fifth and final (hopefully) child of the Horton family. Being the youngest wasn’t so hard, all she had to do was blame her older siblings and trouble would never come her way. It was here that Olivia’s rebellious streak first started. Throughout her entire primary school career, she learned that the most fun was had when rules were broken. Fences were climbed, paper airplanes were thrown and music was listened to in class. She should’ve had a frequent flier’s card for the principal’s office.
About halfway through primary school, Olivia’s parents sat her down one night and had a little chat with her. They explained that if she was trying to get their attention, all she had to do was say something. The doctor and his wife explained that school was important and it affected her entire life. If she messed up now, her life would be harder down the road. But of course, being the eleven year old that Olivia was, all of this advice from her parents went in one ear and right out of the other.
And then high school came. Her entire world changed as an entirely new environment surrounded her with an entirely new group of people. Of course she still had her old friends from public school, but this was different. Olivia started hanging out with guys more often, learned to skateboard and found a new interest in guitar, partially from her brother. Her grade nine year was short, fun and loaded with excitement. Grade ten was much of the same. More boys, more skateboarding and definitely more guitar. She was as happy as could be, even if her parents were rather disapproving of the whole teenage rebel phase that Olivia was going through.
Hopefully it was just a phase.
About halfway through primary school, Olivia’s parents sat her down one night and had a little chat with her. They explained that if she was trying to get their attention, all she had to do was say something. The doctor and his wife explained that school was important and it affected her entire life. If she messed up now, her life would be harder down the road. But of course, being the eleven year old that Olivia was, all of this advice from her parents went in one ear and right out of the other.
And then high school came. Her entire world changed as an entirely new environment surrounded her with an entirely new group of people. Of course she still had her old friends from public school, but this was different. Olivia started hanging out with guys more often, learned to skateboard and found a new interest in guitar, partially from her brother. Her grade nine year was short, fun and loaded with excitement. Grade ten was much of the same. More boys, more skateboarding and definitely more guitar. She was as happy as could be, even if her parents were rather disapproving of the whole teenage rebel phase that Olivia was going through.
Hopefully it was just a phase.
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"When one goes through the training and education that I have, they will never be the same. I know too much. "
California Medication | Shape of you
Name
Jessica Isabelle Horton
Birthday and Age
June 2nd, 25 years old
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Education Level
Bachelor’s Degree of Science, Nursing (BScN). Graduated at twenty-two, currently doing her Master’s Degree in the same area (MScN), though only part-time rather than full-time.
Occupation
Jessica is an ER nurse at Salem University Hospital and a part time student at the University of Salem.
"My family is my lifeblood. They may piss me off, drive me up the wall and frustrate me beyond end. But when they need me the most, I will be their guardian angel." — Jessica Horton
Appearance
Jessica has a rather average build with a slight athletic tone to it, retaining slight curves in the right areas. The young woman stands 5’7” and weighs about 150lbs, remaining on the lighter side of an average woman’s weight. Jessica keeps her long, brown hair neat, tidy and tucked away the vast majority of the time, usually in either a loose ponytail or a tight bun (the former for casual, day to day wear, the latter for when she’s at work). Her soft brown eyes are warm and welcoming, giving off a certain feeling of comfort to those around her.
Jess has a wardrobe that could only be described as a more formal cousin of casual. She dresses for comfort most of the time, but that doesn’t mean compromising on her looks. Given that she’s normally on-call for the emergency room, most of what she wears doesn’t take long to put on, so she mostly limits herself to a clean, undamaged pair of jeans or capris; a tank top, business shirt or blouse; and a pair of comfy flats or sneakers, never heals. Occasionally, one can spot Jessica sporting a light summer dress if she felt particularly adventurous that day.
Jess has a wardrobe that could only be described as a more formal cousin of casual. She dresses for comfort most of the time, but that doesn’t mean compromising on her looks. Given that she’s normally on-call for the emergency room, most of what she wears doesn’t take long to put on, so she mostly limits herself to a clean, undamaged pair of jeans or capris; a tank top, business shirt or blouse; and a pair of comfy flats or sneakers, never heals. Occasionally, one can spot Jessica sporting a light summer dress if she felt particularly adventurous that day.
Personality
Though she isn’t one (and doesn’t plan on it, at least not for a while), Jessica is much like a mother. Although this may have come from her career at the hospital and how she watches over her patients like a hawk, it also manages to describe her general outlook on society and its members. Any time she sees someone being taken advantage of, whether it be in the bar or out on the streets, she is quick to intervene. Over the few short years she’s spent working as an ER nurse in Salem, she’s been selfless to a fault and prioritizes her patient’s well being over anything, sometimes even family. In her mind, the moment she walks in that door, she’s no longer Jessica Horton, she’s a nurse. Nothing else matters until her shift is over.
However, not everything is sunshine and lollipops in her world. Long shifts at the hospital and her many years of study have worn on her patience, and she can sometimes be extremely harsh; brutally honest almost to a fault. Jessica is also extremely stubborn and if you contest her about something, expect her to contradict it in any way she can. Jessica is also quite a spitfire and is easily aggravated when not working, often followed by either silent judgement or an everlasting grudge. Her current career at the hospital has also led to her frequently detaching herself mentally from a situation to avoid, and has made relationships rather….difficult for her.
However, not everything is sunshine and lollipops in her world. Long shifts at the hospital and her many years of study have worn on her patience, and she can sometimes be extremely harsh; brutally honest almost to a fault. Jessica is also extremely stubborn and if you contest her about something, expect her to contradict it in any way she can. Jessica is also quite a spitfire and is easily aggravated when not working, often followed by either silent judgement or an everlasting grudge. Her current career at the hospital has also led to her frequently detaching herself mentally from a situation to avoid, and has made relationships rather….difficult for her.
Upbringing
Like literally every other one of her siblings, Jessica was born in the Salem University Hospital. Brought into the world on the morning of a warm June day, she was the third of the five Horton children, placing her in the awkward role of the middle child. Adored at first, put aside later as her parents focused on her younger siblings Elliot and Olivia. In her mind however, there was no jealousy. There was only love and acceptance from her, the unbreakable bond of family. She watched over her younger two siblings up until she finished high school, often helping them with homework or comforting them on bad days.
Speaking of her education, Jessica was an excellent student. Having been grilled to do well by her parents, she tried her absolute hardest in school, driven by the promise of a career in the medical field later in her life. Straight A’s in the vast majority of her classes, but few friends around her through high school. Jess wasn’t the social butterfly that a lot of the other girls in Salem High were. Never good in groups of more than a few people, never good at public speaking and never good at talking to guys. She was all book-smarts.
After graduating from Salem High with a really good scholarship, Jessica immediately enrolled in the Nursing program at the University of Salem. It wasn’t medical school like her parents had hoped, but they were still happy that she had decided to stay within medecine. For four years, she worked as hard as she possibly could and saw little interaction with others apart from her part time job at the Café. And it all paid off. Graduating with honors, she was almost immediately offered a position at the University Hospital in the I.C.U.
A year later, she migrated to the E.R. and enjoyed every moment of it. Something about saving people’s lives on a daily basis made up for all of the lonelier years of her childhood and teenager life. She continues to work there now, though her passion for the job is dwindling slowly.
Speaking of her education, Jessica was an excellent student. Having been grilled to do well by her parents, she tried her absolute hardest in school, driven by the promise of a career in the medical field later in her life. Straight A’s in the vast majority of her classes, but few friends around her through high school. Jess wasn’t the social butterfly that a lot of the other girls in Salem High were. Never good in groups of more than a few people, never good at public speaking and never good at talking to guys. She was all book-smarts.
After graduating from Salem High with a really good scholarship, Jessica immediately enrolled in the Nursing program at the University of Salem. It wasn’t medical school like her parents had hoped, but they were still happy that she had decided to stay within medecine. For four years, she worked as hard as she possibly could and saw little interaction with others apart from her part time job at the Café. And it all paid off. Graduating with honors, she was almost immediately offered a position at the University Hospital in the I.C.U.
A year later, she migrated to the E.R. and enjoyed every moment of it. Something about saving people’s lives on a daily basis made up for all of the lonelier years of her childhood and teenager life. She continues to work there now, though her passion for the job is dwindling slowly.
Misc
- After completing her Master’s degree, Jessica hopes to become a Nurse Practitioner.
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Pennbrooke University
“Courage doesn’t always roar, sometimes it’s the quiet voice at the end of the day whispering ‘I will try again tomorrow’.”
General Information
Full Name:
Sophia Ann McLaughlin
Nickname:
Snowphia
Age:
Nineteen
Gender:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Straight (Known), Bi (In the closet)
Classification:
Little Sister, Sophomore
Major:
Criminology
Minor:
Law
Details:
In Depth Appearance:
Sophia has a rather small frame for such a powerhouse. Standing at only five foot, four inches tall and weighing in at a measly one-hundred forty pounds, she is very lean and toned. Her arms rival those of most high school guys from years of training in mixed martial arts. Her figure is slender with few curves, but with just enough of them to differentiate her from a smaller guy. Locks of long, dark brown-red hair border her face on the rare occasion her hair isn’t pinned up in some fashion and match her equally-dark brown eyes.
On any given day, Sophia may have semi-visible bruised on her forearms from sparring at the local gym. Apart from that, she is free of any easily visible scars. Most prominently however, Sophia has a sleeve tattoo covering the majority of her right arm that she shows off proudly. She normally dresses in whatever is comfortable, usually a pair of jeans, a tank top and her black leather jacket. The occasional time when she’s dressed up, she usually sticks to darker colors to match her hair and eyes.
Likes:
- Hard rock, indie rock and most other rock music. She likes it loud.
- Straight black coffee.
- Working out and helping her friends work out.
- Comfortable, yet fashionable clothing.
- Spicy foods.
- The colour blue.
- Thunderstorms.
Dislikes:
- Being interrupted, especially while studying
- Getting up early
- Math homework.
- Being called little pet names like “Fifi”
- Weekly phone-calls to her parents
- Nosy people
- Being talked over
Habits:
- Drumming on her legs in class
- Bites her nails subconsciously while she studies
- Cracks her knuckles almost religiously
Hobbies:
- Mixed Martial Arts, she’s almost a black belt
- Skateboarding
- Drawing
- Riding her motorbike
Fears:
- Deathly afraid of heights
- Flunking a course
- Spiders
Secrets:
- She stole some of her more expensive clothing
- Made out with a Phi Kappa Delta guy in her first year
Personality Traits:
- Confident, but not cocky
- Loyal
- Independant
- Sly
- Thin-skinned
- Fussy
Personality:
Upon meeting Sophia, most would walk away with a good impression at first. While not outwardly kind or humble, she is respectful of others and will generally act nice to people until given a reason not to. Underneath however, Sophia is quite defensive and easy to provoke. A legendary temper to boot, she doesn’t do well with authority figures or being bossed around, so being in the sorority was a challenge at first. Learning to live under a leader of sorts pushed Sophia to her limit, but ultimately she dealt with it. Those who know her know she hates being insulted and has reacted quite loudly in the past. She’s also known to be a touch manipulative and an occasional compulsive liar.
But, her friends also know that under all of that, there is a loyal and genuinely decent human being. If only you can look past her downsides, Sophia will protect her friends with unwavering loyalty and bravery that could almost be seen as arrogance. She keeps an eye on her fellow sisters like a hawk and will openly confront anyone that messes with them. Driven and determined, Sophia will never back down from a conflict and will remain true to those close to her.
Hometown:
Grew up in Toronto, Canada. Moved to Mississippi after high school.
History:
Sophia was born to an odd couple in Toronto. Her mother, Samantha McLaughlin was a private business owner and had nestled herself in the solar power market out in the more rural areas of the country. Her father? Well, he was almost the exact opposite. James White had spent ten years in prison for assault and armed robbery before he met Samantha, and then he was re-imprisoned for life after Sophia's birth for the murder of her mother.
After the trial and sentencing, it was decided that because Sophia had no relatives that were willing to take her in-- her mother never had a good relationship with her family-- Sophia was put into an orphanage in Toronto. There, she was raised and went to school like most older children. Her background at the orphanage meant she was constantly bullied at school and was a frequent flier to the principal's office, usually because she picked a fight. Sophia was eventually expelled from the school after putting a kid in the hospital and soon after disappeared from the orphanage, travelling down towards the south in search of a new home.
Sophia reached a small town before the border and checked in at a local homeless shelter. The police were called because she was underage and they were about to send her back to Toronto when a young couple came forward, offering to adopt her. After moving in with them, Sophia went back and finished her primary and secondary schooling, gradually pulling up her marks from the hole she had dug them into. She graduated highschool with a moderate 70% average and was surprised to learn that not only had she been accepted to university, she had been accepted into Pennbrooke nonetheless. Inspired by her past, Sophia began studying for her master’s in Criminology in hopes to appease her late birth mother. Maybe she could turn her life around here.
FC: Lily Collins
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SpicyMeatball The Spiciest of Them All
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Roleplay:
Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion
Nicknames
Commonly referred to as Bruna
Age
Twenty-Seven Years Old
Gender | Pronouns | Sexuality
Female || She/Her || Bisexual
Relationship Status
Recently divorced.
Occupation
US Border and Customs Agent with Miami Port Authority
Current Address
110 Clarendon Ave || Palm Beach, Florida || 33480
Appearance
- Hair: Long dark brown hair, worn down unless she's working.
- Eyes: An even darker shade of brown than her hair.
- Height & Weight: Five-foot-seven, 145lbs
- Body Type: Muscular, athletic and sturdy. It takes a lot to take her down.
- Clothing Style: Utilitarian unless she's attending an event such as the reunion. Simple clothing in monochrome colors, favors black above most other colors. Occasionally seen in colored clothing while at home or attending aforementioned events.
- Makeup: If looks could kill. Her makeup is applied to pierce souls, particularly around the eyes.
Personality
- Confident
- Easy to rile, quick to fight
- Protective
- Manipulative
- Detail-oriented
- Self-endangering
Backstory
- Born and raised in Palm Beach, but frequently traveled to see family in Italy. Spent about equal time in Italy and Palm Beach until she was old enough for high school. She speaks both English and Italian fluently.
- Moved permanently back to Palm Beach when she was accepted into King's Academy, living in the Di Francesco mansion.
- Got introduced to the family "business" while in school and would frequently either be absent from class, or would be pulled out of school mid-day for no apparent reason.
- She represented King's Academy in mixed martial arts and wrestling. She also played on the school's soccer team, much to the delight of her father.
- Graduated with an average GPA, mostly due to her absences dragging down her grades from missed tests and assignments.
- Accepted into Florida State University's law program. Met her now ex-husband Stefan and got married two years into their relationship. Proceeded to earn her law degree and graduated from the program with honors.
- Applied and was accepted to join the US Customs and Border Protection Service. She has been serving with them for just over five years now.
- Divorced her husband two years into her service with Customs after she caught him cheating with one of her sisters. Her ex-husband was reported missing a few months later and the investigation is ongoing.
Extras
- The Di Francesco family is a smaller crime family based in Miami, FL. Currently responsible for a large portion of cocaine importation, and frequent money launderer for smaller organized crime groups. They are known for being merciless in their dealings and while the name isn't as known as some, it still carries weight in the criminal world of Florida State.
- Bruna keeps relatively distanced from her family's dealings, but frequently turns a blind eye to their imports for obvious reasons. The occasional seizure is deemed necessary to keep suspicions down on her own career.
- My currently on repeat song: Billy Talent - Reactor
- More random facts to come...
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SpicyMeatball The Spiciest of Them All
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Roleplay:
Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year
“Ain't no use in tryin'
to slow me down… … ...'Cause you're runnin' with the fastest girl in town.” - Miranda Lambert
to slow me down… … ...'Cause you're runnin' with the fastest girl in town.” - Miranda Lambert
Full Name:
April Lillian Foster
Nickname:
Tiger Lily
Age:
Seventeen
Gender:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual (Not openly, a select few know about it)
Relationship Status:
Single
Label:
Princess of the race track
Appearance Details:
- Hair: Light brown, frequently coloured with highlights that bring it closer to blonde. Usually seen pinned to the side or done up in a ponytail.
- Eyes: Brown
- Height & Weight: 5’6”, 125lbs
- Body Type: Sturdy, toned and muscular with an average frame.
- Clothing Style: Casual when not at school, but puts a lot of effort into her appearance whenever she is to be seen in public. T-shirts, tank-tops and hoodies paired with jeans, shorts or jean-shorts while casual. Mostly seen in a dress while at school.
- Makeup: Usually fairly subdued, but on occasion she will go all out.
Personality Traits:
- Confident
- Mischievous
- Honest
- Stubborn
- Loyal
- Arrogant
Upbringing Synopsis:
April was born in the beginnings of a legacy that would one day become one of the top names in formula one racing. Jamie Foster, April’s father, started from humble beginnings in amateur track racing and by the time April was born, had risen up the ranks into the international scene. Because of this, he was frequently away from home and April was mainly raised by her mother, Alyssa. While James was away, Alyssa was still working her full-time job as an accountant and often left April with a babysitter just to be able to keep her head above water.
Fast forward ten years into April’s life and her father had finally retired from racing full-time, earning enough money passively from the commercialization of his name. April had learned to love her father despite having seen him very little throughout her life, looking up to him like he was her hero. She spent every waking moment with him in the garage, “helping” him whenever he worked on his cars. April grew to love the garage as she grew older and older, and it drove her mother crazy. All of Alyssa’s effort to raise April and now her own daughter adored her father more than herself.
On April’s twelfth birthday, her mother divorced her father and left, leaving the two of them alone for a man she’d been seeing in secret. Driven by the spur of the moment, her father decided that they’d be moving. That same night. To a place halfway across the country. That place? Crown Heights, only the best for his favourite (insert only) daughter.
Fast forward ten years into April’s life and her father had finally retired from racing full-time, earning enough money passively from the commercialization of his name. April had learned to love her father despite having seen him very little throughout her life, looking up to him like he was her hero. She spent every waking moment with him in the garage, “helping” him whenever he worked on his cars. April grew to love the garage as she grew older and older, and it drove her mother crazy. All of Alyssa’s effort to raise April and now her own daughter adored her father more than herself.
On April’s twelfth birthday, her mother divorced her father and left, leaving the two of them alone for a man she’d been seeing in secret. Driven by the spur of the moment, her father decided that they’d be moving. That same night. To a place halfway across the country. That place? Crown Heights, only the best for his favourite (insert only) daughter.
Family:
- Father: Jamie Martin Foster
- Mother: Alyssa Lillian MacIntyre (Formerly Foster)
Misc:
Addicted by Bliss n Eso
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SpicyMeatball The Spiciest of Them All
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Olympus Academy
"The less you know, the more you believe." —Unknown
Name
Taylor Alannah McLaughlin
Age
Twenty-one, born on March eighth.
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Lesbian, in the closet.
Ethnicity
50% Greek, 50% Irish-American
Years at Olympus Academy
Five.
"This is our house, take your medicine, and fly the fiddlin' fuck away from whence you came!" — Fight Song by The Stanfields
Appearance
As a daughter of Hermes, Taylor naturally inherited the great endurance and speed that came with the title. As such, she has a very lean and toned build to her, weighing it at roughly 120 pounds and standing at about 5’4”. Medium length curly locks of brown hair border her face on the rare occasion that her hair is down, and compliment the curious hazel eyes that hide behind them. Both of her ears are pierced, three times each, and are generally adorned with a single silver stud in the ear lobe and two hoops in the upper ear. Because she is quite active, Taylor is normally seen in fashionable athletic wear that allows freedom of movement, but doesn’t compromise too much on the looks. She will occasionally be seen rocking a hoodie on the colder days on campus, but doesn’t leave her room without a hat of some sort. Whether it’s a cute beanie or a wide-brimmed sun hat, Taylor always has something on her head.
Personality
Taylor is a timid, but rebellious and occasionally vindictive individual. She doesn’t like adhering to rules and regulations, nor does she enjoy being ordered around by others. Though she will not outwardly show her displeasure, malicious compliance is a common term in both her vocabulary and the description of her actions. Not overtly mean however, she is a rather kind individual to those close with her. Her heart, while not worn on her sleeve, is large and welcoming. Taylor may not be easy to befriend or even approach, but if you manage to befriend her, she is nothing but loyal to her friends. Around campus, Taylor is a quiet person. She generally won’t start a conversation with someone without being approached first. She keeps to herself and if possible, tries to stick close to the people she knows.
History
Rowan McLaughlin wasn’t your typical journalist.
One would think that the moment a reporter caught wind of the veritable existence of the greek gods, that the story would make the front page of the New York Times. But Rowan was different. While she was quite a skilled journalist; she lived life on the edge and chased down stories that no other dared to, Rowan wasn’t in the job to make it big. She was one of the few people who did the job without twisting the words of strangers into a front page headline. The stories she wrote were the absolute, unbiased truth. It was this trait that had attracted Hermes to her.
The pair’s relationship grew quickly and both Rowan and Hermes seemed quite content together. Hermes, without Rowan’s knowledge, had fast-tracked her career by providing awfully convenient “anonymous” tips, leading the journalist to uncover some of the greatest stories she’d ever written. Needless to say, Rowan had never been happier in her life, except on the day she’d found out about her pregnancy. Only three months into the relationship and she’d decided that the time had seemed right.
Nine months later, a beautiful baby girl by the name of Taylor was born on the day following what would’ve been their anniversary. Except that in that very quiet hospital room, Hermes never showed up. The only clue that he’d left the journalist was a small tag around her foot that simply read “I will return on her sixteenth year.”
Despite Rowan’s frustration, Hermes hadn’t left her empty handed. Rowan raised Taylor in a very comfortable home funded by none other than the god himself. Taylor went to school just like any other child would--Rowan had no reason to suspect that Hermes was anything but ordinary--and for the longest time no one suspected a thing. The only detail that was even mildly suspicious about the demigod was that she picked up languages very quickly, much to her teacher’s pleasure.
Throughout her time in elementary school, Taylor excelled in track and field. She held the school record for all three sprint distances--100m, 200m and 500m--though didn’t participate in any team sports at her school. If she wasn’t outside on the track, Taylor was deep in her notebook writing about anything and everything she heard going on in the school. Though most of her writing was harmless and generally unimportant, she’d managed to get a teacher in a lot of trouble after discovering that he was cheating on his wife with one of the new educational assistants. Taylor had broken into his office earlier in the day and hid, watching as the two perpetrators...had at it. Needless to say, the two were both fired when the principle discovered an anonymous note with an attached video in her office the next morning. Just like her mother would’ve done.
Just as what had been promised those many years ago, on Taylor’s sixteenth birthday her true, biological father made his return to the McLaughlin residence. Taylor and her mother had just finished dinner when Hermes knocked at the door. Taylor had never seen her mother so mad in her life, but as Rowan had never spoken of Taylor’s father before, she had no idea why. After a lengthy discussion with the two of them, Hermes had revealed his true identity and with it, revealed to both of them that Taylor was a demigod. Disbelief and shock didn’t even begin to describe the emotions of both mother and daughter, but eventually they connected the dots and it all made sense.
Taylor was off to Olympus Academy a few months later, where she could learn and hone her abilities in safety, away from the rest of the world. She currently writes for and edits the school newspaper along with a few other misfits.
One would think that the moment a reporter caught wind of the veritable existence of the greek gods, that the story would make the front page of the New York Times. But Rowan was different. While she was quite a skilled journalist; she lived life on the edge and chased down stories that no other dared to, Rowan wasn’t in the job to make it big. She was one of the few people who did the job without twisting the words of strangers into a front page headline. The stories she wrote were the absolute, unbiased truth. It was this trait that had attracted Hermes to her.
The pair’s relationship grew quickly and both Rowan and Hermes seemed quite content together. Hermes, without Rowan’s knowledge, had fast-tracked her career by providing awfully convenient “anonymous” tips, leading the journalist to uncover some of the greatest stories she’d ever written. Needless to say, Rowan had never been happier in her life, except on the day she’d found out about her pregnancy. Only three months into the relationship and she’d decided that the time had seemed right.
Nine months later, a beautiful baby girl by the name of Taylor was born on the day following what would’ve been their anniversary. Except that in that very quiet hospital room, Hermes never showed up. The only clue that he’d left the journalist was a small tag around her foot that simply read “I will return on her sixteenth year.”
Despite Rowan’s frustration, Hermes hadn’t left her empty handed. Rowan raised Taylor in a very comfortable home funded by none other than the god himself. Taylor went to school just like any other child would--Rowan had no reason to suspect that Hermes was anything but ordinary--and for the longest time no one suspected a thing. The only detail that was even mildly suspicious about the demigod was that she picked up languages very quickly, much to her teacher’s pleasure.
Throughout her time in elementary school, Taylor excelled in track and field. She held the school record for all three sprint distances--100m, 200m and 500m--though didn’t participate in any team sports at her school. If she wasn’t outside on the track, Taylor was deep in her notebook writing about anything and everything she heard going on in the school. Though most of her writing was harmless and generally unimportant, she’d managed to get a teacher in a lot of trouble after discovering that he was cheating on his wife with one of the new educational assistants. Taylor had broken into his office earlier in the day and hid, watching as the two perpetrators...had at it. Needless to say, the two were both fired when the principle discovered an anonymous note with an attached video in her office the next morning. Just like her mother would’ve done.
Just as what had been promised those many years ago, on Taylor’s sixteenth birthday her true, biological father made his return to the McLaughlin residence. Taylor and her mother had just finished dinner when Hermes knocked at the door. Taylor had never seen her mother so mad in her life, but as Rowan had never spoken of Taylor’s father before, she had no idea why. After a lengthy discussion with the two of them, Hermes had revealed his true identity and with it, revealed to both of them that Taylor was a demigod. Disbelief and shock didn’t even begin to describe the emotions of both mother and daughter, but eventually they connected the dots and it all made sense.
Taylor was off to Olympus Academy a few months later, where she could learn and hone her abilities in safety, away from the rest of the world. She currently writes for and edits the school newspaper along with a few other misfits.
"It's always the quiet ones you have to worry about..." — Hermes
Godly Parent
Hermes, the messenger god of trade, wealth, luck, thieves, travel and language.
Relationship With Godly Parent
Although she hasn’t know about her heritage for too long, Taylor despises her father. All that matters to her is that he had abandoned her mother following her own birth and left her to raise a child all on her own. Nothing would change that, regardless of how much Hermes praised Taylor and sent her gifts. He would always be known to her as the father who left.
Demigod Abilities
Aren’t you the cunning linguist... - Being the messenger of the gods means that there is no room for communication errors or language barriers. Taylor inherited this from her father and has the ability to both understand and speak most known languages in the mortal world. Every dialect of every known language, and some languages that aren’t. This also includes writing in most languages, no matter the alphabet.
I see you haven’t lost your silver tongue. - Another perk of being the daughter of Hermes is that Taylor is incredibly well spoken and has the ability to persuade the vast majority of people. Persuading demi-gods may be a bit more work, but it is certainly possible. Gods on the other hand? Well, there’s a first time to try everything.
It’s like email, just…better. - She couldn’t be the daughter of the messenger god without some way to send someone a message. Taylor has the ability to send anyone she can think of, a completely tangible and physical letter. Any envelope she marks with the Caduceus of Hermes can be whisked away with the flick of her hand to the recipient of her choosing. Instantly.
Key to the city...sort of. - Some may call it technomancy, but to Taylor it's just plain and simple. Given a bit of time and direct contact with the lock, Taylor can manipulate the internals of any lock to open it. It gets exponentially harder to the bigger the lock gets, medium-sized safes requiring upwards of a few minutes and bank-sized ones not being possible without near perfect concentration. However, the upside to this is that it does not tamper with the lock in any way and entry is near undetectable.
I see you haven’t lost your silver tongue. - Another perk of being the daughter of Hermes is that Taylor is incredibly well spoken and has the ability to persuade the vast majority of people. Persuading demi-gods may be a bit more work, but it is certainly possible. Gods on the other hand? Well, there’s a first time to try everything.
It’s like email, just…better. - She couldn’t be the daughter of the messenger god without some way to send someone a message. Taylor has the ability to send anyone she can think of, a completely tangible and physical letter. Any envelope she marks with the Caduceus of Hermes can be whisked away with the flick of her hand to the recipient of her choosing. Instantly.
Key to the city...sort of. - Some may call it technomancy, but to Taylor it's just plain and simple. Given a bit of time and direct contact with the lock, Taylor can manipulate the internals of any lock to open it. It gets exponentially harder to the bigger the lock gets, medium-sized safes requiring upwards of a few minutes and bank-sized ones not being possible without near perfect concentration. However, the upside to this is that it does not tamper with the lock in any way and entry is near undetectable.
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Steelbird LandingSparrow
What Do You See?
¤ Age, approximately.
Late twenties.
¤ What Are You?
The Stalker
I am a hunter by trade. I wait silently amongst the trees for my prey to appear and strike without hesitation. Most believe that jaguars are the apex predator of the jungle. I am what the jaguars fear.
¤ What defines you?
COOL: Sparrow is icy cold under pressure and hard to rile. You are the very definition of a smooth operator. But of course, cold means distant…
Let Go of Your Past
¤ Who are you?
I am Sparrow. I go where others can’t. I was born in the chaotic streets of the city once known as Rio, used by the people around me to scavenge in places few others could fit. I was born in blood, the offspring of bandits fighting over anything and everything that remained. I was born in violence, punished for every failure. I was born, but I did not live. I was taught that nothing mattered but doing anything to get food. They spoke nothing of beliefs, the Gods did not want them in their mind.
They called themselves the Forsaken. They claimed that they had been abandoned by the Gods and that their ruthlessness and merciless killings were a result of it. I was taught no differently. I learned to kill without hesitation and without remorse. My elders always said I was good for nothing, that I was a runt among the children and that I would never be as strong. I was determined to prove them wrong. If they couldn’t see that I was strong, I was going to show them. In the Forsaken, you were judged for how good you were at scavenging and killing. So I scavenged and killed.
I was never taught regret. It was never an emotion I was familiar with. That has not changed throughout my entire life. That same night, I killed Leader’s favourite pupil. Slaughtered him in his sleep. I watched the light fade from his eyes as he awoke to his demise. I would not be cast aside any longer. Now that the competition was gone, I would no longer live in his shadow.
But instead of becoming Leader’s favourite, I became the most hated. I was beat until I bled, whipped until I could no longer stand. They cast me out into the wild with nothing but my clothes. Since then, I’ve lived off of the wilderness and the bounties it offered. I became one with the jungle and trusted nothing and no one but myself. I know the jungle better than anything and it now fuels my livelihood.
¤ What do you want?
I want to prove Leader wrong and be the most feared predator of my enemies. I live to sustain myself and I serve no one else. I live to show myself that we don’t need to scavenge to survive.
¤ What do you believe?
I believe that the two most powerful things in the world are patience and time. Nature’s pace is the only one I follow, patience will bring you sustenance if you give it the time it needs. Patience may be bitter, but the fruit it bears is sweet.
¤ What do you follow?
I follow the trails of the animals and the hints they leave behind with my eyes. When no trail is evident, I follow the sounds of their calls with my ears and their patterns of movement with my memory. If nothing else, I follow my need for self-redemption.
¤ A scarcity embodied:
I embody the scarcity of freedom. I am trapped inside my own head, fighting myself to earn the validation of a leader I despise. It is evident to those around me. A few have noted that I punish myself for simple mistakes, mistakes that others may see as nothing.
¤ Basic Instincts:
The pair of knives sheathed under my left arm never leave me, not even while I sleep. Without even thinking, I will landmark escape routes around me. In a conflict, I always keep my distance and let the arrows speak for me.
Spill Your Guts
¤ What is the worst thing you've ever done to stay alive?
The dead month... There was someone that had followed me from Rio, someone that I eventually considered a friend. For weeks we searched the jungles, waiting to find something to eat. We waited in the trees just like I’d done for years before. And nothing ever crossed our trails. It had been weeks of living off of leaves, mushrooms and the few berries we could find. My hunger got the best of me. As I waited in a tree above, I told him to go down to look for a trail and as he examined the jungle floor I put an arrow in the back of his head. He sustained me for another two weeks until I finally came upon a deer. The memory still haunts me to this day, as does the taste…
¤ Who do you owe?
I owe Pepsi for teaching me of The Ways. I give him a free pound or two of meat from each hunt so that he may continue to enlighten me.
¤ Who owns you? Literally or figuratively.
The jungle owns me, nature owns me. She holds my life in her hands every single day. My life depends on her bounty just as it depends on the tools I use to collect it. I am her apex predator, and she is my controller. She decides if I feed or if I starve, if I climb or if I fall.
¤ Who's intentions do you question?
I question everyone’s intentions. It’s the reason I still live and breathe to this day. Trust no one, question everything and never turn your back to a man with a weapon regardless of standing.
¤ Who or what do you worship?
I worship the Earthen Mother, nature herself. I pray to her each morning before the hunt so that I may live to see another day, so that I may nourish myself in her bountiful jungles and find my way out of them unharmed.
Hear the Whispers...
It comes to me while I pray. I close my eyes and as I speak, I begin to notice more and more around me. The silence, the smell of the jungle, the gentle touch of the wind and the humidity in the air, it all comes to me. Around me, there is an endless forest filled with life. I see a figure in the distance, just a silhouette in the fog. The Earthen Mother. She paces towards me, her featureless form made merely of mist. As she does, I realise I can no longer move. My eyes are fixated on her as the fog closes in around both of us. It is when she touches me that she begins to speak. A whisper, nothing more. A single word. Normally a location or direction.
Sometimes she remains silent and simply shows me. A gust of wind showing me the way, perhaps a trail invisible to me before. Always guidance, never judgement. The mother is fair in that way. She guides my step and allows me life.
Own What You've Become
Ah, Sparrow. Maybe they should have named you Falcon or Hawk... Their loss. Let's see what scars run deepest…
¤ You have seen one of the monsters from the western rift. What did it look like? What did it say to you?
It was nearly ten feet tall. Black as the night sky with yellow eyes that pierced through the darkness like arrows. I tried to take it down but my arrows bounced right off of it’s scaly hide. When it saw me, it turned to me and made a sound that almost resembled a laugh. When it spoke it’s four words, it sent a sickening feeling through me, “Your mother will suffer..”
¤ There is someone who wishes you join you on your hunts. Who is it? Why do you keep refusing?
Spade has been eyeing my place since I first started. He’s asked me countless times to show him how to hunt and to allow him to hunt on my grounds. I don’t trust him. He doesn’t take to the ways of the Earthen Mother, nor do I believe that he truly wants to be my partner in this. When we first met I caught him trying to steal a cut of meat from me. I won’t let him on the Mother’s hunting grounds.
¤ Who is your best customer? Your worst? Who wants to take control of your business? Names only, please.
The best? Pepsi. The worst? Shank.
Wants to take control? Spade.
Relationships Can Prove Fatal...
¤You had some kind of relationship with one of the other characters that is no longer the case. Who? And what was the relationship?
Avenue. We used to speak. He was the father of Milk's child. I respected him once, when he first introduced me to Hope. Avenue made me believe there was more than just violence, slaughter and mayhem in the world. And then he destroyed that image. That coward ran off with my sister's child in the night. I couldn't run fast enough to catch him and I will forever feel guilt for that. There is nothing between us now. He is a coward, nothing will change that in my eyes.
¤There is one character who you think could hear the voice of the Earth Mother if you could only teach them. Who?
Hemlock. I watch her harvest the plants without regard or care for the one who makes them. I watch her from the trees while she remains unaware. It would be dishonest of me to say that I haven't thought about ending her life while she defiled the Mother's grounds. I had gotten as far as drawing my bow before the Mother corrected my way. She spoke to me that night in my prayers, the same night I caught a glimpse of Hemlock spying on me through the trees. The Mother had shown me a sign. Hemlock can be taught of the ways of the Earth Mother.
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Palm Beach Royals: Class ReunionCharacter withdrawn from roleplay.
Nicknames
Tiger Lily, Lils
Age
Twenty-Seven Years Old
Gender | Pronouns | Sexuality
Female || She/Her || Bisexual (Not open about it, few know.)
Relationship Status
Happily married.
Occupation
Driver and Professional Engineer for Foster Racing
Current Address
6540 SW 123rd St, Pinecrest, FL 33156
Appearance
- Hair: Light brown, frequently coloured with highlights that bring it closer to blonde. Usually worn down unless she's at work, where it will be worn in some form of ponytail.
- Eyes: Brown
- Height & Weight: 5’6”, 135lbs
- Body Type: Sturdy, toned and muscular with an average frame.
- Clothing Style: Work attire consists of slim fitting capris-cut jeans, supportive running shoes, an athletic t-shirt and finished off with a Foster-Racing branded black softshell jacket. Casual attire will consist usually of jeans or a skirt, combined with her practically trademarked cropped leather jacket, a sporty tank top and a pair of subdued flats on her feet.
- Makeup: Usually fairly subtle, but she will go all out for parties and formal appearances.
Personality
- Confident
- Mischievous
- Honest
- Stubborn
- Loyal
- Arrogant
Generally a nice and approachable person, but is fiercely competitive (and occasionally arrogant) in some aspects. She can get herself into trouble very quickly. Very stubborn and will fight hard to get her way.
Backstory
April was born in the beginnings of a legacy that would one day become one of the top names in formula one racing. Jamie Foster, April’s father, started from humble beginnings in amateur track racing and by the time April was born, had risen up the ranks into the international scene. Because of this, he was frequently away from home and April was mainly raised by her mother, Alyssa. While James was away, Alyssa was still working her full-time job as an accountant and often left April with a babysitter just to be able to keep her head above water.
Fast forward ten years into April’s life and her father had finally retired from racing full-time, earning enough money passively from the commercialization of his name. April had learned to love her father despite having seen him very little throughout her life, looking up to him like he was her hero. She spent every waking moment with him in the garage, “helping” him whenever he worked on his cars. April grew to love the garage as she grew older and older, and it drove her mother crazy. All of Alyssa’s effort to raise April and now her daughter seemed to adore her father more than herself.
On April’s twelfth birthday, her mother divorced her father and left, leaving the two of them alone for a man she’d been seeing in secret. Driven by the spur of the moment, her father decided that they’d be moving. That same night. To a place halfway across the country. That place? Crown Heights, only the best for his favourite (insert only) daughter.
After a relatively exciting high-school life full of the usual teenage angst and drama, April finally gave birth to her teenage pregnancy child, Camilla, at age 18. April started university not long after, trying her best to balance schoolwork and family life to raise her and Santiago's (her fiancé) child. Accepted into University of Miami, April worked hard and pursued her Bachelor's Degree in Mechanical Engineering. After graduating, she worked as an engineer under a handful of various automotive companies for the required four years before she could write her professional engineering exam.
She now runs the research and development wing of her father's company, Foster Racing, where she pushes the limits of the company's racecars through her fresh, new ideas. She is also a driver for the company, racing in the GT3 class under Foster Racing.
Fast forward ten years into April’s life and her father had finally retired from racing full-time, earning enough money passively from the commercialization of his name. April had learned to love her father despite having seen him very little throughout her life, looking up to him like he was her hero. She spent every waking moment with him in the garage, “helping” him whenever he worked on his cars. April grew to love the garage as she grew older and older, and it drove her mother crazy. All of Alyssa’s effort to raise April and now her daughter seemed to adore her father more than herself.
On April’s twelfth birthday, her mother divorced her father and left, leaving the two of them alone for a man she’d been seeing in secret. Driven by the spur of the moment, her father decided that they’d be moving. That same night. To a place halfway across the country. That place? Crown Heights, only the best for his favourite (insert only) daughter.
After a relatively exciting high-school life full of the usual teenage angst and drama, April finally gave birth to her teenage pregnancy child, Camilla, at age 18. April started university not long after, trying her best to balance schoolwork and family life to raise her and Santiago's (her fiancé) child. Accepted into University of Miami, April worked hard and pursued her Bachelor's Degree in Mechanical Engineering. After graduating, she worked as an engineer under a handful of various automotive companies for the required four years before she could write her professional engineering exam.
She now runs the research and development wing of her father's company, Foster Racing, where she pushes the limits of the company's racecars through her fresh, new ideas. She is also a driver for the company, racing in the GT3 class under Foster Racing.
Extras
- April is currently married to Santiago Fernandez. Their daughter, Camilla, was born in 2009 and is now 10 years old. To the great excitement of her parents, she now knows how to drive a go-kart like nobody's business.
- April and Santiago married in 2012 just prior to Santiago's first military deployment, though April kept her maiden name as to continue the legacy of her father's career.
- Santiago's mother, Gabriela, essentially became April's actual mother from the moment Santiago broke the news of the pregnancy.
- My currently on repeat song: Billy Talent - Reactor
- More random facts to come...
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Realms of Sun and Shadow
"Only when you've been betrayed by your own father, wasted away without food for days and had your very skin set ablaze... Only then will you know the pain I suffered to save my mother's life."
  Priestess of Seluna Kingdom of Lunaris Twenty-Eight Years Old ________________________________ | This is my story... Growing up in the shadow of Master Sorrowind of the King’s Eye certainly left Katherine feeling like she was always coming in second place to her father’s work. The time that he did spend with her, was spent building her into a weapon of espionage and interrogation. From the age of three, Kat was constantly tutored by some of the brightest scholars that Lunaris had to offer. It was not her father, however, that began to corrupt her. Not directly. Katherine’s innate abilities in psychic and dark magic had not gone unnoticed by other members of the King’s Eye and in particular, the well-hidden Lunarian Inquisition. An organisation long thought to have been dismantled shortly after the last war, the Inquisition forced Katherine through the trials of learning the forbidden art of necromancy. Constant study and painful trials of Katherine’s developing abilities filled her teenage years, and much to Katherine’s surprise, all of it had been endorsed--and ordered-- by her father. She learned to despise the man. Throughout the years, Katherine was almost never present at home due to her teachings, and it had become obvious to her that the few days she was able to spend at “home” were always absent of her mother. It was not until the final trial of her abilities that she found out why. Katherine was presented with the lifeless body of her mother in an interrogation chamber beneath the castle. It was an ultimatum disguised as a trial: resurrect her mother or be charged with her murder. Never had Katherine known so much hate. Second to the physical stamina needed to sustain a resurrection, hate was the only reason she succeeded the trial. Hours of focus, days of pleading for Seluna’s favour, and every minute of it filled with pain. Necromancy was not a refined form of magic like many others. It was relentless in the power it demanded, and it was brutal and unforgiving in its consequences. By the end, her mother gasped breath anew, but Katherine’s father had finally broken her. For no other reason than to preserve their investment of time and knowledge, Katherine was brought before the clergy at Moonrise Sanctuary. She was barely alive, barely breathing. It was only by Seluna’s choice that Katherine’s heart kept beating. Over the course of the following years, Katherine stayed with the clergy and lived under Seluna’s protection at the sanctuary. The goddess had forsaken her father and exiled him from the grounds. Were he to step foot inside, he would surely feel her wrath. Katherine slowly began to heal both physically and mentally, learning the more peaceful ways of Lady Seluna. She would eventually grow to become one of Seluna’s chosen, the goddess having recognized the pure heart that had developed underneath almost two decades of hatred. Now she makes her way to Dawnhaven by decree of the Inquisition. Despite her best efforts, they still had her on a leash through what she could only guess was a form of blood magic. By their order, she would remain in Dawnhaven to protect Lunarian interests from any Aurelian unrest, or any threat of the Blight. * * * |
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Magic Abilities
* Psychic * Dark * Necromancy *
Though very capable, Kat has only ever resurrected a person once--and it almost killed her. Her talents are used more for communication with the dead, be it ally or enemy. It is incredibly draining for her, and normally she can only sustain up to a minute of light interrogation before needing to stop, at risk of consuming her own life-force.
Katherine’s psychic and dark abilities feed from Seluna herself and mostly consist of concealment and the physical manipulation of objects. Katherine’s necromancy however, is fed solely from her own life-force. Seluna refused to provide her power for such abilities and therefore unless provided additional power through another caster, Katherine’s necromancy can and will kill her if pushed too far.
Seluna may not approve of her abilities, but they were not learned by choice. Similarly, her single resurrection was also done against her will, by threat of her own life. It is for both of these reasons that Seluna still allows Katherine as one of her chosen, and will remind her of such should Kat ever stray too far over the line.
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"Words hold power, mine more than most."
  Bard / Mercenary / Wanderer Kingdom of Aurelia Thirty Years Old "This night may become darker and darker, but that only means the stars shine brighter and brighter." _________________________ | Not a single person left alive knows the true story of the famous Aldrick Corveaux. Many a traveller had heard the stories directly from his lips, but they found that when confronted with others who had heard his tale, each and every story was different. A spy for the Aurelian court? Potentially. A mercenary in a travelling caravan? Conceivably. But a bard who’d captivated the hearts and souls of thousands throughout the years? That was for certain. In truth, Aldrick was a man of many titles and talents. He grew up as a commoner of Aurelia where he worked the fields with his family and received a passable education. He grew older and joined up with the city’s watch, wanting to serve the people he had grown to love. His life was every bit as mundane as the next guardsman’s. But it was during these years living in the barracks that he discovered his love of music. A night at the tavern had him intoxicated by the velvety sound of the performer’s violin. He had to learn to play like that. To absolutely entrance the people like he’d seen the bard across many nights of revelry. To control the crowds without a single lick of magic, without the slightest thought of malice. And after many nights of begging the man, Aldrick finally won. He gained his teacher. * * * Years later, the Corveaux name held much more meaning than simple farmers and field-hands. It held hope for the future, it held joy throughout long nights of music and drink, and most of all it held no judgment for any walk of life. Aldrick drank, played and eventually sang his way through the cities of both Aurelia and Lunaris alike, and all of the small villages that lay between them. Eventually, Aldrick would come to be a reliable source of information between the kingdoms as well. People of both nations learned that he would speak the unadulterated, unfiltered truth that did not hide behind the editors of the local news parchments. His performances and songs would carry his tales and fables across the lands, but approach him afterwards and he would speak of the happenings of the continent. Never written on parchment but the information spread like wildfire nonetheless. Not everyone was content with his truth-spreading however. Especially not after the blight began. It was unknown as to their origin, but someone wanted him dead. Someone was unhappy with Aldrick bypassing the scribes and censors. And what better way to dispose of a wandering bard than to have him disappear in the very blight that he had informed the people of? A bard who regularly passed close enough to the blight-infected lands that no one would question his disappearance. A bard that would be mourned, but would not be looked for. * * * He awoke in the darkness. His head pounded as if it would explode and his heart threatened to leap from his chest. Blood soaked his garments. Surely I am dead. His burning lungs and aching muscles disagreed. I feel so different. And as he walked through the darkness of the wilds, unassisted by any torch or lantern as he would normally have, Aldrick began to piece-together everything. Catching his reflection in a pond only confirmed his suspicions. He’d been taken by the blight, but had come out on the other side. The subtle changes in his appearance—horns like a devil with a tail to match, and a dusky red appearance to his skin—he could handle. But there was a sickening hunger present in his mind as well, and he hated it. * * * The once famous bard was now infamous in a way. Shunned by the people he used to call friends. Distrusted and disowned by the commonfolk. Disallowed entry to the taverns by their owners. Whoever had wanted him dead hadn’t fully succeeded in their endeavour but damn they’d certainly made sure that his life was lifeless. He was still accepted in the smaller villages, primarily those that didn’t see a bard for months otherwise. They were uneasy at first but grew to realize that the famed bard’s heart had not been changed by the otherwise vicious and unrelenting blight. But he needed to do more. He needed to be the difference in people’s daily lives like he once had been. Whispers of a new settlement that welcomed blight-born began to spread to the common-folk. Surely he could return to the life he’d once known, there. Or at least something similar. |
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Magic Abilities
* Fire * Healing * Light *
A practiced user of fire magic as many Aurelian-born are, Aldrick does not use the magic in the same manner as most. Of course the common uses are shared; Lighting candles and lanterns, warming himself during the cold winter nights. But Aldrick uses his fire magic as an extension of himself, most prominently during performances. He's refined his control of the flames so that he can sustain even the smallest, most controlled fire. With this precision in mind, he shapes the flames in thread-like vortices that he can use like his own hands to play another instrument, adding more depth to his music.
His healing magic is limited but practiced. Smaller wounds and breaks are mendable with time, taught to him by a mender of similar skill during his time with the Aurelian guard. Anything bigger than that would serve better from a more skilled healer or a doctor.
See blight-born section for light magic.
Blight-Born
Type: Emotional
Weaknesses: Psychic and dark magic especially, they drain his very soul. He feels physical pain through his instruments, now seemingly attached to him through the blight. If one were to be destroyed, he would feel extremely physically and mentally drained, taking days or weeks to recover.
Aldrick has taken on a devil-like form after succumbing to the blight. Two horns protrude from his head and a long, slender tail extends behind him. Parts of him, notably the neck, forearms, calves and tail, have developed a thin sheen of scales that are visible at the right angle. His eyes, once a soft and welcoming hazel, have now become piercing yellow orbs floating in a sea of black. Some swear they can see stars in the black depths of his sclera.
He did not develop the resistance to cold as many blight-born seem to, much to his disappointment.
He feeds through his performances now, seeing it as an exchange of goods and nothing more. He feeds off of the emotions of the crowd as he entrances them with music. Though it may leave them feeling a bit worse off in the morning, he tries to limit himself as to not harm anyone. He will refuse any monetary tips that are offered to him for his music.
Since being affected by the blight, his lesser knowledge of light magic has been honed. He can't wield it offensively but uses it to protect his instruments with a ward of magic. His instruments give off a gentle warm glow for the same reason.
Themes: Main Theme and Violin Tavern Music
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