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"Why don't we play a game of cat and mouse?"


Age:
32

Gender:
Female

Power Descriptions:
No powers

Skills:
    •Hand to hand combat
    •Can use knives and Daggers as well as an assortment of guns
    •Surprisingly, is a decent cook
    •Knows first aid


Personality:
Evelyn isn't one of those mercenary types thats always hard and cold as stone. She loves to laugh and have fun, make jokes and is sarcastic as Hell. However, when she's out in the shit, she's more level headed and rational. She hates taking orders from anyone she doesn't trust... And her trust isn't so easily given away.

Biography:
Evelyn was born in Dallas, Texas to Sophie and Dylan Sanderson. Shortly after her birth, they gave her to their drug dealer as payment for their bill. She grew up a pretty normal life unaware that her parents had given her up. She had friends and did good in school. While she was in middle school, she discovered that her ‘parents’ sold drugs. And not just to petty druggies; not all the time, anyways. They sold drugs to bigger fish.

Evelyn kept this secret to herself, and even went so far as to try some of it. That had been a mistake that would actually save her life later. A mistake that would make her better than any of her parents. Evelyn had demolished the house. Afterwards, she had taken one of the many pistols kept in the house and walked down the streets. She never hurt anyone, and got picked up by the police. This was when she found out that her parents, weren't really her parents.

Evelyn got sent to Juvie for several years, an experience that also changed her. Many of the other girls beat her up, and after a while, she got sick of it. She was not going to end up like the people her parents sold drugs to. She was not going to be a victim anymore. That's when she started fighting back. There was even several girls that befriended her and helped her. After the next girl tried to beat Evelyn up, she was sent to the infirmary. Evelyn got punished, yes, but none of the other girls picked on her anymore after that.

After she got out, she lived homeless for several years, when another day changed her life. Evelyn pick pocketed a man (something she did regularly to survive), only to later find out that he had been in the military. Filled with guilt, she immediately returned this wallet and apologized. The man, Roger Williams, bought the girl a decent meal, and they even spoke for for while. She learned that he was retired and was now a mercenary. Evelyn immediately showed interest and tried talking him into letting her be one. He refused, saying that it was no life for a woman.

Eventually, she convinced him, and he took her under his wing. He taught her everything he knew. Hand to hand, knives, a multitude of weapons. By the time she was 27, she was one deadly woman. And although she was a mercenary, she was a mercenary with morals and a conscious.

Likes:
Music, sweets, the smell of gun powder, liquor, dancing, smoking

Dislikes:
Obnoxious people, beer, injustice, bugs that fly

Fears:
Complete darkness, failing, heights

Weaknesses:
The innocent, children, animals (mainly kitty's)

Theme Song:
"No Tears Left to Cry"
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Ethodi


"I do love how they run... as if they could climb the walls as I do. Wasting their strength now is better for me though."




From the waist up, Ethodi looked roughly humanoid enough, the draping fabrics that hung, hid the scaled pattern that traced its way up, fading into skin as it reached the arms and face. Ventral scales carried up the torso and neck thinning out as it reached her chin. Her face was uncannily human in appearance, with large glossy reddish orange eyes, a thin straight nose and darken scales that mimicked freckles across her cheek bones. Thick straight hair was braided thoroughly and pinned up as to not drag when laying. With grace her hands swirled as she twisted around. Resting upon her own lumped up long body of scales as she tastes the air with forked tongue looking for her next meal or a warm spot to rest.
Age:
Roughly 28-30, at least by judging her human appearance. Though she has lived and traveled for many more years overall. To a Naga like her what was the differnece in one year over another is the events that. Happened and after settings down those come few and far in-between.

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
A Naga thru and thru, Ethodi posses a main body of a serpent that fuses near it's head into that which mimics as a human's body. She posses two freed limbs and grasping hands, of which lack most to any scales. Continuing along her entire body is a trail of ventral scales, which of solid darkened color are hardy and tough. This includes trailing up her sudo torso and ending just below her chin and jaw, allowing her to travel fully horizontally across surfaces if she must. Her normal scales fade out to a sort of skin around what would be the waist on her sudo torso and form a convenient place for attaching bag straps. There is little real change in size of the body between segments, with anatomical differences coming from her arms a bit further up and the illusion of a true waist via the scale pattern change.

She is snake-like for the most part, with ribs running down the length of her body to support the toned muscles underneath. While her upper half mimics that of a humanoid species' torso, it contains little more than large lungs and the beginning of her digestive tract. While the size of the neck which holds up the head may seem to be a restriction in meal size, due to the lack of other purpose it contains few structures and is made entirely of stretchy skin and squeezing muscles. It's short length also helps in that endeavor. Her jaw holds an adequate amount of teeth for a humannoid, but two long retractable fangs take prominence when displayed. As a threat or for feeding. Much of her face including her mouth is covered in a sheer of fabric attached to her elaborate hairdo. Sparing most onlookers the uncanny valley horror than can be read into her face.

In mimicry with local humans Ethodi wears a light colored chiton closed at the shoulders with golden rings and tied around the waist with a braided rope with a loop on the side which most easily hung open. It drapes loosely across her torso, and is gathered at both the shoulder points and the waist to mimic the styles of the local villagers.

At total size she measures 12 feet long, and standing, if one can use the term, upright at around 5'5. Around her waist most days is a small bag full of golden and silver coins and other artifacts that can be. Sometimes also she carries with her a basket strapped more securely to her sudo torso's back, of which she can carry larger or heavier objects and meals.

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Power Descriptions:
Ethodi possesses a strong paralytic venom, though she is wary to utilize it often. Along side this is improved sense through the ability to detect small changes in heat signatures and smell thought an utilizing her forked tongue and extra sensitive smell organs.

She also has a sort of charm to her that lures weakwilled creatures. Though this can produce a more uncanny feeling in humans if they have any survival experience.

Skills:
Ethodi is as skilled at her crafts of the hunt as she is of the arts. Spending time patrolling her garden for intruders, lounging in the brisk Mediterranean style sun of her palace home, playing instruments, and weaving. She has also done well in the art of reassurance and hypnosis, luring those in her company into a relaxed state, whether just to be kind or as a method of hunting creatures who are too thoughtful to corner and constrict.

Personality:
Ethodi is observant and sly, emotionally distant, but sweet and looking forever to find balance in all parts of herself. She often dotes upon those of her fancy, and of her prey, preferring those near her to be collected and calm in a similar manner.

Biography:
Having made a home from the ruins of an ancient palace, Ethodi now guards over her prized livestock and perfects her arts. Once a reckless child, she was an explorer in her youth, traveling far from her place of hatching and all others of her kind. Soon regarded as a monster by the local peoples, she kept mostly to the outskirts of societies until stumbling one day upon the ruined palace and decrying it her home.

She spent many years in establishing her palace once again in the local society and now spends some days entertaining guests of all statuses along side tending her flocks. She maintains friendly acquaintances with the nearby village, trading with vendors at high prices, having accumulated quite a small fortune when she was still young and feasted upon the bodies of those who dared to pose her harm. Many adventurers and young heroes has set upon the quest to slay her, though many were easily convinced against it with the hospitality she offered to them. And through cunning words sent instead to go slay those who wished her harm and had sent them on such a mission in hopes to get them killed. Those who were not convinced generally fell trap to her palace's interweaving corridors, which confused them, and the pits of which she could easily move across at full speed, and they blind with rage and hubris could not.

She had long stopped eating humans, as to maintain the small amnesty she had grown with the nearby village, so their bodies were generally allowed to be collected from the pits upon request. However quite a few had none who wished to claim them, so she had left them there to rot. That is not to says he wouldn't go for them again if she was presented the opportunity.

Likes:
She has grown quite fond the the livestock she now is caretaker over, their personalities too are nice to observe. Mahau and wine are some of her favorite drinks, though she is prone to sleeping fits from excessive consumption. She has also gotten into the habits of eating most trespassers to her garden. Though there has not been much of either wine nor trespassers near her Palace in a long long time.
Dislikes:
Ethodi loathes fires, at least those that reign uncontrolled and with little care so that they rise smoke that smothers the clean air. She hates trespassers and liars most of anything with theifs running a close third.

Fears:
She shows little fear towards many creatures with exceptions towards large birds which could carry her off. Wherever she would have met such large birds in a story you might get her to speak of at some point. Though with her large size now it is wondered if the large birds of her memories were average sized.
Weaknesses:
With a long unsegmented body and little natural armor outside of a thick sheen of scales, piercing weapons aimed properly can easily cause damage to her even if slashing weapons do little. However one or two won't do much to harm her if they do not hit anything too important and singular in nature.
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Sir Vendril


“Broker, Dealer, Corp head… all that and more! I have my hands in all aspects, so tread carefully when dealing with me.”


A human in most normal regards of their kind, heralding a more aristocratic appeal and look about him from his silver cane to a sleek top hat. His clothes also state the obvious look with finer spun dressier attire, Vendril has class and prefers to keep a civilized look and state about him. His blue eyes, brown hair and fair skin however mask what lies underneath, beware his red eyed stare when he’s upset otherwise you deal with what he truly is.

His other form is one of truly terrifying and awe inspiring features, a wyvern that has qualities and features of a dragon. From a longer neck with winged arms, a deadly smog breath and a clubbed ended tail, razor fine spines that fold and lock along his back and tail… to a very cuddly and soft underbelly. He is black scaled with a red toned underside with two pointed horns prodding from his head, smaller than other wyverns however with being just barely the size of a one story house. Vendril is one of these lab created beasts of war and he tries to keep that secret to a minimum given how Shadows aren’t likable creatures if not hunted.

Age:
“I’ll tell you what I tell everyone else, figure it out! But I’ll admit I look in my late twenties and early thirties.”

Gender:
Male

Rich or Poor?:
Rich in both regards

Power Descriptions:
Unlike others who may spew magic or powers, Vendril has no real powers except for what he is. Sir Vendril is a Shadow Dragon, a species of wyvern genetically manipulated and twisted into beasts of War. Beware as their dual scale carapace is extremely tough and not only that but magic seemed to just blow right over. Coupled with that his smog is acidic and eats away at even the toughest metal. But this only shows when he feels threatened or angered, otherwise he’d prefer to use his bladed sword cane and trusted pistol.

Skills:
Living a more modern style life one may not expect Vendril to have some outdoors skills, besides being a good cook he’s learned to live off of what he can and use every resource at his disposal. This mental thought process being applied to his own work, he utilizes every tool to the best he can. Coupled with this he is more than capable of learning and adapting quickly, in his eyes it’s the only way to survive in the world(s) he lives in.

Personality:
As stated before he holds himself in a very civil and professional manner, preferring a commoner with manners over a lord that acts a fool. Enjoying some time by the fire with tea and sweets while chatting about events unfolding. With this Vendril can get along with even those others may not desire to be around, as long as the company is fair and they act accordingly. Besides that he is certainly a silver tongued devil in his own regard, his words however sweet are direct and forward, no one can say that Vendril is a liar.

Biography:
During his younger years, Vendril wasn’t a higher class figure. Instead he lived within the lower middle class margin, the lands he hailed from even forcing those like him to live as middle class, regardless of his draconic heritage. He labored amongst the other commoners like him in the workshops, working with wood and metal to create pieces of furniture. All this continued up until his young adult years when war came to his city, the only thing he truly remembers are robed figures, horrific screeching wails and those he came to loath, Cir’ca.

Unlike the others, he was captured along with a few other draconic origin beings, even with their strength and might they were quickly overwhelmed by this new and dangerous foe. Clasped in irons and imprisoned, taken to facilities where those that enter don’t come out the same, forced into torturous processes and underwent horrible genetic change… the once proud dragon he was forever changed. Fashioned as a Shadow Dragon, he and many others were forced to strike down those they’d otherwise protect, unable to fight the influence until one day it simply vanished.

With that force gone it was only a matter of time before the Cir’ca were wiped out by their creation, however the damage was done and they would never be able to return to the lives they lived. Especially since many mistrust and some openly hunt their species down, it was this that forced Vendril to go into hiding to build himself up before returning to the open fields of a whole new world to him. Returning as a Underworld Information Broker that quickly seized power and created his new companies, his methods a mystery and his capabilities vast, Sir Vendril was one that had little competition once the ball was rolling. To this day he continues as a Broker in more than information, he’s clever and intelligent which makes him dangerous to the wrong people. To this day he continues his work all the while hiding the fact that a being of power is one of the most hated creatures known through the stars.

Likes:
Good tea and wine, sweets and savory treats. He does love music as well, more than eager to listen to most and sometimes hums along if it’s a tune he recognizes. But most of all he enjoys the company of those that have a story to tell or are eager to listen, words spoken beside the fire and relaxing chit chat… as long as they are decent in manner.

Dislikes:
Though he doesn’t dislike it, he isn’t a fan of dancing, more so it makes him nervous especially in front of other people. He loathes those that act childish and immature unless they are of the age to do so. But most of all, a more subtle one at that, is when others treat others lowly or as if they aren’t worth anything, it’s these moments that Vendril loses his temper and withholds biting his tongue.

Fears:
Despite it all, Vendril keeps a firm lock and key over his fears, avoiding allowing anyone to truly see it come to light. However, for this I will state it.

He is scared of being unable to do anything to protect those he cares about, he is cautious and nervous about conflict when it could be avoided for the sake of those he calls friends. He is fearful of the cloaked creatures that waged war, especially the Cir’ca, and goes to such extents to lash out at them. But most importantly he worries about his own secrets being brought to light, only those he truly trusts has the privilege of knowing them.

Weaknesses:

A major weakness to Vendril is simple: Electricity. Shadow Dragons find their strength and capabilities significantly hindered to near nulled if enough voltage runs through their bodies. Whether this was a designed genetic to aid in subduing unruly lot or an undesirable coincidental occurrence from said genetic manipulation? Matters not as a Shadow under force of electricity will be unable to defend themselves.

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Song Book First book off the shelf.

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Dai Talox


"You have no idea how lucky you are!"

Dai is of average height but is on the slightly underweight side. He has dark red, scruffy hair and pale skin. He dresses in well worn, dark clothes that are appropriate for the weather and carries a large and very heavy, well used, backpack crafted from natural materials.

Age:
Appears 23 Years, is much older.

Gender:
Male

Rich or Poor?:
Poor

Occupation:
Seeking Employment.

Abilities:
Wendigo (Secretly) - Dai is cursed to be a Wendigo. He has an instinct to want to eat human flesh and if he looses control he transforms into his Wendigo form, where he becomes much stronger and much more dangerous.

Skills:
His Wendigo form is strong, powerful and ruthless.

Personality:
Dai comes across as an unapproachable and unfriendly character, he can be quick to ensure someone knows to keep their distance by being rash. No-one has gotten close to Dai since his life was turned into a nightmare purely down to the fact that he keeps everyone away. He appears strong on the outside, however inside Dai is crumbling and crying out for someone who can save him; either emotionally of physically.
His Wendigo curse takes up so much of his life that Dai has almost forgotten who he is.

Biography:
Much about Dai is a mystery due to his reluctance to get to know new people, so he is only known via rumour and speculation.
The truth is that Dai grew up in a middle classed human family of 3 other siblings and his parents. Life was pretty unremarkable, his parents worked hard to keep their family well. Dai was expected to have a good future, he was averagely educated and had been working for some time with his father at his leather workshop to earn some money for him to travel and find work...However things did not turn out that way when the hiking trip from hell resulted in the death of Dai's brother and Dai loosing his humanity to the curse of the Wendigo.

After the incident, Dai abandoned his family, his friends and his home town as he knew he would no-longer have a place to belong there and was afraid to show his face there again. Dai began to travel, forever seeking a sanctuary of safety that doesn't exist.

Likes:
- Humanity and the things that make him feel human again.
- Wildlife watching.
- Charting the stars and creating star maps.

Dislikes:
- His curse of the Wendigo and his inability to live normally.
- Being isolated with no-one to trust in.

Fears:
- Killing or hurting people.
- People knowing his secret, especially those who would want to murder him. (Wendigo.)

Weaknesses:
- Has to stay in control always.
- He has trust issues.
- Food and drink makes him feel ill.

Other:
The only cure for his curse is to stab his non-beating heart, although this also kills him.


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Enoch Styx The friend of Death

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Skyler Quinn


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23


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Hight and Weight:

about 5'7 and quite underweight


Description:

Skyler is non-binary and does their best to keep peace in the Tavern when they come. They are a child of Sea and a pirate. They are a fun person to be around and enjoy making jokes.


I'll add more later, am too lazy. sshhhhh

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I use a STAR WARS Imperial Royal Guard named Sebastian. The link gets you used to my story;
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/179871-how-1-star-wars-imperial-royal-guard-died/ooc!

I got a STAR FIGHTER, a forcepike (visible), armor (visible), mantle (visible), and when I became a Shadow Imperial Royal Guard I gained a black-crystal lightsaber, as well as a SMB {Sub Machine Blaster}. I am a master hand to hand combatant -although I am not at the mightier age, so you'll perceive it as adventurous if not a chaostician. I like to party.
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Adebola


“Akpobome, please stop tormenting small animals.”

Appearance:
Dark skin and dark hair that is usually in thin, beaded braids. She has wide amber eyes. She’s somewhat lanky. She usually wears bright colored clothes because pretty. When she is merged with her serval she has markings looking like her cat’s. She also has cat ears and a tail when merged.

Age:
12

Gender:
Female

Rich or Poor?:
Rich

Power Descriptions (when merged):
Good hearing, night vision, retractable claws, agility, speed, jumping high.

Skills:
Using hunting knives, making things, drawing landscapes.

Personality:
Kind to most people, people pleaser. Very likely to freeze under pressure when danger is involved. She may usually follow the crowd, but if something is horribly immortal, she will leave the crowd.

Biography:

Likes: Cats, creating things, making friends, praise.

Backstory:
A girl who is the middle/forgotten child of a family of 5. Her older siblings are twins, the brother is a hunter for the village, and the sister is good at making things. Her younger brother seeks attention by being annoying, the youngest always gets attention because he's the youngest. Adebola seeks attention for being an overachiever. When she was 7, 2 orphaned traders came to town, and the girl girlbossed so hard that Adebola started idolizing her. She started training in fighting with knives, her older brother helping her out. She was talented with knives. When she was 11, she summoned a serval named Akpobome and almost immediately joined the Authorities. She was apprenticed to Kaia.

Dislikes: Fighting, her little siblings, rain (though she is grateful for it)

Fears: Fading away, being disliked.

Weaknesses: Water, high heels.

Other:
Her cat ate Celia’s mouse.
The only thing stopping Akpobome (Adebola’s cat) from wreaking havoc around the tavern is the fact that she can’t be seen nor physically interact with most others.

Theme Song:
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Kaia Murray


"The Authorities are always correct, right?"

Appearance:
Short, platinum blonde hair, tanned, freckled skin. Bright, sea-blue eyes. Utilitarian fashion sense, won’t wear anything unless it functions. She wears a necklace that is wrapped around a diamond due to it’s sentimental value. When she is merged, she has dog ears and a tail.

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Rich or Poor?:
Poor (actually rich)

Power Descriptions (When merged):
Enhanced hearing and smell, agility, speed, climbing, talking to dogs.

Skills:
Flexibility, stamina.

Personality:
Friendly, talkative, not the brightest bulb in the box. Kind of like the family dog. Will persevere under pressure, if just so she won’t disappoint anyone.

Biography:
When she was an infant her brother set her to sea on their mother's wishes. She was found by an Authority ship who, guessing where she was from, went to the Head Officer. The HO sent her to a woman who basically worshipped the Authorities. She got indoctrinated into their ways by her adoptive mother. She lived in fear of not summoning a Companion. Luckily, she summoned a dingo named Buddy. She joined the Authorities and when A1 happened she met a man who claimed to be her brother. He was right and after A1 they bonded.

Likes: Dogs, praise, people liking her.

Dislikes: People hurting others who genuinely care about Kaia, defying the Authorities, and not much else.

Fears: Disappointing her mother, being disliked, being on the wrong side of the Authorities.

Weaknesses: Anything intellectual, rambling, trusting the government too much.

Other:
Good at one thing, sports.

Theme Song:
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