[OOC] Of Gunpowder and Grit (Steampunk Fantasy, Seeking Co-Op)

[Kimchi]

Probably gonna start on a female CS to help balance out the gender ratios. Shall be up soon :)

[stealthvoodoo]

Character Name: Jaydrah Traestar
Aliases: "The Noble Lady", "The Beautiful Mistake"

Sex|gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance:

Distinguishing features: A pair of revolvers tattooed on her right shoulder

Age: 23

Occupation: The daughter of a lesser noble, Jaydrah spent her days amidst the nobility, kissing rings and bowing to those of higher social status. Her father's wealth was not enough that she could rise above her station, but enough that she could live comfortably. As a child, she was interested in acting and the theater, so she spent most of her youth learning how to be someone else, and look like someone else.

Jaydrah took up as a thief. But not the common street cutpurses. Rather, she was a woman of confidence. She would charm her way into the hearts of others, and then rob them blind.

Crime: 5 Counts of Grand Larceny (totaling over 30,000 Algrian Marks), 17 Counts of Bribing an Officer of the Peace, 12 Counts of Impersonating a Public Official.

Starting Equipment: 2 revolvers manufactured by Tressian Arms, two thigh holsters and ammunition, and a bandolier of throwing daggers.

Personal Items: A ring given to her by her father. It is a simple platinum band with no markings. She has a pair of ivory handled revolvers that were given to her for her 16th birthday, but she hid them before she was arrested.

Personality: Jaydrah is a take-no attitude woman, raised in a household where she was expected to carry her weight with chores, and later with work. Her driving principle is to take from those who have too much and give it to those who have too little. Sometimes that's the poor and needy, sometimes its her.

Character Quest: Jaydrah loves the thrill of the game, the adrenaline that pumps through her veins as she's on the edge of a massive score. She wants to embarrass the upper nobility and show them that they are not the untouchables that they think they are. Above all, she wants to retire from a life of crime with a comfortable fortune and no need to ever work a day in her life. But before that, she wants to find out who betrayed her and led to her arrest.

Bio: Jaydrah is always looking for an angle to play. She has trained herself to adjust her voice to mimic accents from other territories and social levels, and has some skill as a scribe -- though she is in no way a professional forger. She has made friends in the wrong places and can leverage those relationships for supplies and information if given the chance.

RP Example:
Jaydrah rubbed her thumb on the wooden handle of the revolver on her right hip. It was cheap and coarse, mass-produced for profit and not comfort, but it was a welcome weight on her hip. Someday, she'd retrieve the ivory handled pistols her father had given her for her sixteenth birthday, but these would do for now. They were reliable and accurate, and they were a symbol that she was free. For now.

Seven years of schemes and thieving had ended in iron. She wondered, in this brief moment of calm, where she'd slipped up. It hadn't even been her most devious con, nor her most promising score. She stood to make a few hundred marks off of an investment deal that didn't exist. One minute she was taking the signed promissory note, and the next a dozen Royal Police were all around her. She had played the con over and over in her mind and come to the same conclusion: someone had sold her out.

Her circle of friends was small. She bought her supplies in small bits, from different merchants and street sellers. There were few who knew of her ... endeavors. Now she was a marked woman; she'd never walk free again without looking over her shoulder. She would have to remake herself before she hunted down the traitor, but hunt them down she would.

Rules Word: Kilgore

[TemplarKnight07]

Finished my Bio. IMO its a bit long-winded, but then I also have to explain roughly 350 years of life, so it aught to be.

[Birds and Bear]

Hider

'i'm a little teapot'

Character Name: Caesar Tyrius Veln

Sex|gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing 5'7 tall, Caesar is quite handsome with a well trimmed beard, nicely kept brown hair matching his hazel eyes, his stature emanates the confidence of someone who knows what he wants and will do what it takes to have it. His outfits vary, from coats, vests or just plain shirts, but he is almost never seen without a scarf and a cane.

Distinguishing features: Always displays his Rose somewhere in his outfit, be it in the pocket of his suit, coat, tied in his scarf, hanging like a pendant, or any other way.

Age: 28

Occupation: Owner of the Silver rose

Crime: Human trafficking ( Guilty ) accessory to murder and torture ( Guilty )

Starting Equipment: Double-Barrel flintlock pistol

Personal Items: A Rose delicately crafted out of silver and golden details, with the symbol of the silver rose engraved in it's petals, varying from languages and styles in each of the petals. only four other people in the kingdom have roses like these, being made for the high management of the Silver rose.

Personality: Caesar is quite friendly for someone in his position, although maybe not for the best of reasons, A life dealing with the best and worst of Algria has taught him that the best contacts come from the weirdest places, so you should never turn someone down before first seeing if they come of use. but regardless of his demeanor, his lust for power always comes first, and he wouldn't hesitate to throw his friends under the bus if it helps him reach his goals.


Character Quest: get revenge upon those who were involved in his arrest, primarily the four others that posssess roses like his, including Kolton, and find a way to once more have power and wealth.

Bio: Son of Ronald Veln, head of Veln industries and Sarah Ahlia Tyr, a wealthy merchant, Caesar spent his early days in Algria being raised in a life of wealth, since young he was set to become the next head in line for the his fathers family company, famous for it's precisely crafted weaponry, used mostly by nobles due to their aesthetic value. However, it seemed luck had something else up it's sleeve.

Supposed to inherit the company at age 30, Caesar found himself venturing into another business at age 23, specifically, he brought upon the attention of a wealthy investor called Kolton mcroy, who, seeing the advantages of having ties to both the Tyr family and the Veln family, decided to invest in Caesar. together they brought upon the creation of The Silver rose envisioned by Caeser, a fantastic place which offered the most luxurious parties, with it's magnificent visuals, highest quality cuisine and the best men and women one could expect.

It didn't take much for it to become a booming business, as it became a sensation among the wealthiest, and most noble people in Algria, many would travel from their comfortable mansions just for a night in the Silver rose, but Caesar wanted more, still shadowed by his parents fortune, and with ambition coursing through his veins, he used contacts with some of Algrias most dangerous families, and set up something extra for the Silver rose. and so, underneath this palace of sin and luxury they had built, a trade route of slaves and bodies was set up. facilitated by the lack of public access to the area, as it was exclusive to only the most powerful, and some bribes here and there helped to.

At age 27 Caesar and the rose were at their highest, his fortune kept growing ever closer to his parents, and soon he would inherit Veln industries as well, making him one of the richest people in the land. But, as always is, what fortune gives, fortune takes away. and as he neared his 28th birthday, he got into an argument with Kolton and his other three business partners, they wanted bigger shares off the slave trading, as most of that money was given to Caesar, and Caesar, blinded by his lust for fortune, laughed at them, as they left frustrated, with one warning being ushered by them as they left. "you'll regret this"

and in fact, he did. the night before his birthday, as preparations were being made for one of the biggest parties he had ever thrown. Officials barged into his mansion, taking him arrested, his schemes revealed, he watched as despite all his efforts and wealth they sentenced him to the gallows, power stripped from him, his life was over. or so he thought. it seemed lady luck had smiled upon him once more, as a prisoner outbreak occurred while he was awaiting his fate, grasping the opportunity, Caesar joined many others in the Bastards Bastion, with a newly refreshed wish for revenge, and power.

Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=nozJHtuautU&featur..

RP Example: It was Beautiful, the finest craftsmanship his fortune could afford back then, perfectly made to resemble a blooming rose, it shone under the sunlight with it's golden linings and the logo of the Silver rose engraved in it. it felt cold to his touch, but it seethed in memories and emotions. Caeser begun spinning the rose slowly in his grasp, as his mind drifted to not so long ago, the days in which he had it all, but all good things must come to an end, mustn't they?.

Something in him wished he had never gotten involved in what he had, but those waters are long gone now, fortune has given him a second chance. emerging from his thoughts, He was looking through a window in the airship he found himself in, with people he barely knew. he wondered if any of them knew of the Silver rose, no, none of them looked the type, at least from what he could tell. he hadn't really been paying much attention.

giving another glace out the window, he sighed, truly fate had given him another chance, and he wasn't going to let it slip. he'd have his revenge, and if he couldn't have the Silver rose, then no one could. gripping the cane at his side, and storing the rose carefully at his coats pocket, he took a deep breath and turned around. walking away from the window, trying to lock away the thought that bothered him the most, for fortune had given him a second chance, but what fortune gives, fortune takes away.

[ghastlyInc]

Very slowly working on a character plus accompanying racial information.
dont suppose you've got a format you'd like the race info to be put into to?

[LadyTabris]

done.

Eleanor White

Character Name: Eleanor white

Sex|gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: (Actually, I really like this and she'll probably even be dressed similarly all the time)

Distinguishing features: An elaborate swan tattoo on her lower back, a birthmark on her right hand that colours a patch from the base of her smallest finger to just below her wrist a different colour.

Age: 23

Occupation: As she grew up, her father taught her about being a mechanic and she officially became his apprentice when she was 13. Two years later, she took up professional thievery.

Crime: Larceny, specifically Fraud, 38 counts reported, Robbery, charged for 24 counts, Pick-pocketing, Armed Robbery, 66 reported incidents (Guilty), Arson, one count (Guilty), Murder, 2 counts (Innocent, doesn't even deny it unless she's telling the whole story, wishes she had done it)

Starting Equipment: Dual six-shot revolvers complete with thigh holsters and a dagger with sheaths she modified to fit inside her knee high boots. A small leather satchel with a few handfuls of ammo and a waterskin.

Personal Items: A locket with a picture of her younger sister in it. Her black dress and red cloak, after prison, the only clothing she has. the dress is cut in the front to make room for easy access to her weapons, but the fabric still falls over to conceal them.

Personality: Eleanor is very confident in herself and her abilities, almost to the point of arrogance. She has a quick wit and fondness for gambling. She enjoys games of deception and loves the rush of adrenaline she gets running a scam or breaking into a house or manor. She's ruthless and will do whatever she has to do to advance herself to where she wants to be and keep her freedom, though she isn't against forming bonds and fighting for other people as well. She would die for her sister and father.

Character Quest: Most in life, Eleanor just wants an adventure. She wants to steal and drink and gamble and travel. As an additional quest, she has a group of people hunting her over a scam she pulled off not too long ago that enraged a noble family. Those are the murders she was charged with. She found the bodies of those hunting her dead with evidence of it, though she doesn't know who killed them or why. That is how she was arrested, over their bodies.

Bio: She was born in one of the Free States of Jaku, a small town in a desert-like climate. Her mother ran a pub and her father did mechanical repairs in the back of it. She was their first born, and about four years after having her, her parents has another daughter, Lily. Their mother died giving birth. Eleanor's father raised his daughters well and they had a very close relationship.

Once she was old enough, Eleanor started learning her father's trade. She was nothing in knowledge next to the fancy engineers in the big cities, but she knew her basic repair for what was needed in her home town. With more advanced technology, or newer, she is less skilled. She was always restless in her town and curious of those more advanced techs and bigger cities.

When she was 15 years old, and her sister 11, she set out on her own. At the time, she had meant to return, or if she set herself up in a big city, maybe bring her family to her. She was close with them and didn't mean to leave them permanently. She said her goodbyes and headed for one of the bigger cities in the Monarchy.

Once there, out of supplies, she ended up getting no luck with her trade because of more skilled workers, no one wanted to hire her on as an apprentice, so she lived on the street for a time. She ran into an older woman there who never once told her her name, but she told Eleanor she saw her confidence despite how she was covered in dirt and grime. She taught her how to steal, trick, and overall commit fraud. They ran a few scams in their four years together. The woman taught Eleanor how to use her looks to her advantage and rob people lured in blind.

When they ran a particularly high-profile scam in that city and came out rich, the woman managed to slip away with the coin while Eleanor was pegged for the blame. They started tracking her from her black swan tattoo on her back and she found her picture and tattoo sketched on wanted signs. She moved from big city to big city after that, robbing and committing fraud.

Prior to her arrest, she fumbled during one of her scams and set the noble family sending men after her. She fled but they continued to hunt her. She had killed people a few times, it wasn't that she was shying away from, but she wasn't sure in this situation she stood a chance. She had good aim with her revolver at close range but she wasn't very practiced at it. She was often better with a knife. So, she set out to lay a trap where she could take the four men on. She set it up in an old house, abandoned. She planned to have traps in place to lock them in and then burn the building on top of them.

With everything set up, they never showed. On her way out to find out why, she accidentally tripped her own trap and set the building ablaze, setting her with a charge for arson. She ended up caught in the fire for a time which burned up herself and her clothes, exposing her trademark tattoo and causing her to be identified at the scene. She ran off to tend to her wounds. A few days later, she went to where the men had been hiding and found them all dead. She had slipped into the inn room through a window and started to investigate when city guards burst in to investigate the bodies, who had previously been found by staff, though Eleanor didn't know that. They detained her as the murderer, though why they thought that she would return to her crime scene.

Theme Song: (For those aurally minded, or just dramatic like me, a song is always nice. Gives ambiance and adds atmosphere to your character. ENTIRELY OPTIONAL)

RP Example: Ah.. the only one I have at the moment is this Hogwarts RP I'm in: roleplayerguild.com/topics/135550-hogw.. I'm kind of ashamed of how I like Harry Potter (using the world 100x more than the actual story) honestly so I guess I'm a bit embarrassed, but here you are. I'm too tired to write something else up. Cartographer. Cartography. I forget.

[Delta44]

Character Name:

"Derin Polaymy. Yes, it's pronounced 'pole-ayy-me'. Takes people forever to work that out."

Sex|gender:

"Definitely straight male, duh! Though I did drink this one weird concoction one time which would have you think otherwise, hehe!"

Race:

"Human. At least I'd hope so. Just between you and me, those Ornok's are quite... smelly. I mean, I smell pretty bad, but not that bad... right? Right?"

Appearance

"I swear to god, try even touching my ass and I'll have you on the dirt, fucko."

Distinguishing features:

"You mean aside from my hair? Well... no. I mean I don't get scars because I typically try to avoid the bullets as much as possible. But anyways, my hair; there are nobles out there who'd love a piece of it! I mean, isn't it awesome? Golden orange with a tint of red at the- oh, next question? OK..."

Age:

"Three. Wait, you wanted physical age, right? Well, I think I'm in my mid-twenties. I honestly don't know, we didn't keep much track on the mountain, but it's about there."

Occupation:

"I was a petite, young noblewoman, ready to be married to prince charming, with a floating castle and a majestic baby rainbow unicorn named whiskers! Oww! Jeez, no need to be rude...! Think of me as a demon hunter slash alchemist slash inventor slash scientist slash badass. A bit ironic considering what I did, I know, but... well, I never said I was an experienced demon hunter. See, Master trained me to kill things, and to make things, and I wasn't really shown about civilization much. Yes, I'm aware I'm guilty, but it honestly was an accident! I'll wring the bastard who fooled me..."

Crime:

Derin is silent for a few moments and sighs. "Yeah... I did it. And yes, I do honestly feel bad, and if my own death could bring them back then I would honestly do so. And I keep tellin' you, man, someone tricked me into killing those people. I mean, bearing witness to something like bringing back the dead, especially if you haven't seen it before, it's... well, it's hard to swallow. I will not deny that I killed several members of The Veiled Mistress. I'd rather not talk about how many there were... I'm still a bit shaken. Sorry."

Starting Equipment:

"Let's see... Aha! A Black N' Silver leaver-action shotgun! And a pair of revolvers as well? I'm gettin' lucky today! Alright, let's see... Smoke grenade, flare, bag o' dust, and a couple knives? I'll refine those for throwing! Hehe! Oooh, and there's even a sword? Wooden, but it'll do... Aaaaaaand... darts? We can make it work."

Personal Items:

From his neck, Derin removes a damaged, old rune attached to a chain. "This here is my little memory trinket. Helps me think clearly when I get a bit... stressed. Reminds me of the better days, when I wasn't a killer..." Derin shudders somewhat and retracts the trinket, fiddling with it a little before letting it rest around his neck once again. Reaching into his pocket, he reveals a rather rugged-looking compass. "This was the first successful invention I made. It's helped me out quite a bit, you know with directions and all that. Was a pain to work out how to get it to work, but when I did, ohoho I was stoked!"

Personality:

"OK, I know I can be a bit of a smartass sometimes, but people have a tendency to perceive me in the wrong ways because of that! I'm actually pretty intelligent!" He beams a grin before leaning back, head resting against his hands. "Oh, and that's my ego. His name's Fred. He's a cock. Anyways, I have a bit of a hero complex - I wanna be the leader, the planner, the guy who can pull everyone through when times are tough, but... I'm kinda average. I mean if you think about it I'm just some mountain hick who was never really exposed to society. I spend a lot of time tinkering with things and I like to make, and everyone knows I'm horrible with the ladies. Considering I only knew, like, one girl up until now, well... yeah. And in case you haven't noticed yet, I'm a bit talkative."

Character Quest:

"I wanna help people. That probably sounds fucked up from a guy who murdered more than thirty people not too long ago, but I honestly wanna help people. I want to experience what it's like to make friends, go out, get the girl, and to be a hero. I want to invent and refine, but also protect and serve. I dunno, I just wanna... be a hero, I guess."

Bio/RP Example:

"You wanna know 'bout moi? I can't say it's the most interesting story around - I'm sure there are plenty others who've lived way more successful lives, if you'd care to bend the meaning of 'success'. Anyways, may I present to you a brief history of the legendary Derin Polaymy! Chapter one: You ONLY Live Once!

I started out living in this small village by the mountains in the middle of nowhere. Found out only the other day you guys call it 'Jaku', or at least that's what the area is known as. We were right next to some 'Great Void' or something, but we didn't really care. It helped us in a weird way. We were isolated, but it was a nice little village. About three or four human households, and then two more dwarvern. We basically just farmed and lived off the land, and didn't do a whole lot of anything else. Despite the solitude, we were pretty happy. I liked living in that small village..." Derin's gaze goes far off, and he stops talking for a couple seconds before snapping out of his daydream. "Ah, yeah, anyways everyone knows that this is the bad part of the story, so I'll just cut it short and say we were attacked by... things. They weren't Ornoks, but they were kinda like 'em, vaguely. Destroyed the whole village, killed my parents and older sister. Only reason I survived was because of her..."

Derin sighs and looks down at his necklace for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. "So everyone in the village knew my master, The Man of the Mountains. Ever heard of him? Regardless, I knew him too - I'd actually taken food up to him one time with my father, though I'd never seen him until I climbed up there again. Was a long-ass walk - by the end of it I was pretty much dead. And as you can guess, my master was there to catch me when I fell...
... Before swiftly kneeing me in the gut. First thing I learned from him was that he was a hard-ass. Learned that the hard way. Second thing I learned was I had to make my own food. Learned that the hard way too. But he didn't turn me away. Instead, he took me in, taught me everything he knew; I basically became his apprentice. It was hard to keep up, and if you didn't keep up in the lectures, he'd kick your ass in the physical training. Learned that the hard way as well. But, I began picking up the slack, and he began to teach me more about the harder stuff. At this point though I'd already grown a pretty smart mug on me, so I was like a masochist and he was the sadist. But hey, I think I turned out OK."

Clearing his throat, Derin smiles as he stretches his arms. "His health started deteriorating - I could tell, because he started going easy on me. Despite that, I did my very best to work harder and harder. I wanted to be the best damn apprentice of them all, and so I learned to study and practice on my own. As we both grew older, he began teaching me in other, more complex fields: gunsmithing, shooting, alchemy, advanced sciences, languages, all that juicy stuff. I also started getting hit less and less, though not because he was getting weaker. I was actually getting the hang of pullin' my weight. Pretty soon, Master didn't even need to ask. I was either learning it, or it was already learnt.

Eventually I ran out of things to learn though. Master didn't need a replacement, at least not just yet, so after a few final tests we got to see which of us was better, both physically and mentally. As expected I lost, but he recognized my efforts and I knew it was about time for me to head off. So, I gathered as much food as I could, hauled it up the mountain, and gave it to master as a thank-you gift before heading out on my own. Knowing him he would've hated me for doing that, but I figured if he was only going to get weaker, he'd need some spare food for when he couldn't hunt, hehehe!"
Derin taps at his chin as he thought how best to continue his story. "The remaining stuff was me going around Jaku, doing all sorts of adventures. I'd heard of Algria and I really wanted to see it for myself, so I headed in that direction, after asking for directions several times and using my compass. Unfortunately, I arrived in chains. Some traveler was spewing nonsense about a certain religion being evil, and me being an idiot took his word for it. I would... prefer not talk about the event, but to put it simply, there were... a lot of bodies. And lots of blood..." Derin gulps, visibly shaking, before shaking off the thought and inhaling deep. "And so I ended up in prison. That was chapter one of Derin Polaymy's life. Please buy the second chapter for ninety-nine Algrian gold pieces, and your spleen. I'm a zombie, after all!"

Theme Song

[Roxim Teaga]

Apologies for my absence yesterday, I feel I should warn those present that I may go a day or two without replying due to my current employment...

That said, I'm going to be going over all of the finished apps present thusfar. I will edit this post with my conclusions within an hour or two.

@TemplarKnight07 Gottrik is accepted, slap the app up in the "Characters" section.

@Birds and Bear Whole heartedly accepted, add that fine young man to the characters section.

@Delta44 Unless you intend to write in a feasible 'demon' race, none exist here, try again.

[Roxim Teaga]

Very slowly working on a character plus accompanying racial information.
dont suppose you've got a format you'd like the race info to be put into to?

@ghastlyInc

Hadn't really thought about it, added a few applications to the front page.

[Roxim Teaga]

All 3 finished apps have been answered, look forward to seeing your's finished @User.

[User]

@Roxim Teaga I shall, when I can think of some muse...

[Roxim Teaga]

@User Might I recommend looking up some music? I find a good selection of songs that follow a beat similar to what I have in mind can inspire my ideas.

I obviously have a very soft spot for Two Steps from Hell. They do alot of Theatrical/Orchestral music.

[User]

@Roxim Teaga Sir, I am aware of two steps from hell. I shant lie on the part of the CS. It may take some time, little by little

[Roxim Teaga]

snipped

@User

I meant no offense, take as long as you need. I have plenty of patience.

[stealthvoodoo]

All 3 finished apps have been answered, look forward to seeing your's finished @User.

@Roxim Teaga

Anything I need to do to finish mine out?

[LadyTabris]

My sheet is.. I think finished?
The song is optional but when I have another minute I'll probably add one. Don't need that right now though.

[User]

Bump

[Roxim Teaga]

1,000 apologies, I've spent the last day 'n a half with the power company arguing I'd paid my bill and they only JUST now turned it back on.

I'm going to be answering all questions immediately.

[User]

1,000 apologies, I've spent the last day 'n a half with the power company arguing I'd paid my bill and they only JUST now turned it back on.

I'm going to be answering all questions immediately.

@Roxim Teaga

Really, your inactivity is noticable. Its fine, we all have lives. but may I sugest you get a Co GM?

[Roxim Teaga]

Work in progress here, I'll add to it over the next bit.

Eleanor White

Character Name: Eleanor white

Sex|gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: (Actually, I really like this and she'll probably even be dressed similarly all the time)

Distinguishing features: An elaborate swan tattoo on her lower back, a birthmark on her right hand that colours a patch from the base of her smallest finger to just below her wrist a different colour.

Age: 23

Occupation: As she grew up, her father taught her about being a mechanic and she officially became his apprentice when she was 13. Two years later, she took up professional thievery.

Crime: Larceny, specifically Fraud, 38 counts reported, Robbery, charged for 24 counts, Pick-pocketing, Armed Robbery, 66 reported incidents (Guilty), Arson, one count (Guilty), Murder, 2 counts (Innocent, doesn't even deny it unless she's telling the whole story, wishes she had done it)

Starting Equipment: Dual six-shot revolvers complete with thigh holsters and a dagger with sheaths she modified to fit inside her knee high boots. A small leather satchel with a few handfuls of ammo and a waterskin.

Personal Items: A locket with a picture of her younger sister in it. Her black dress and red cloak, after prison, the only clothing she has. the dress is cut in the front to make room for easy access to her weapons, but the fabric still falls over to conceal them.

Personality: Eleanor is very confident in herself and her abilities, almost to the point of arrogance. She has a quick wit and fondness for gambling. She enjoys games of deception and loves the rush of adrenaline she gets running a scam or breaking into a house or manor. She's ruthless and will do whatever she has to do to advance herself to where she wants to be and keep her freedom, though she isn't against forming bonds and fighting for other people as well. She would die for her sister and father.

Character Quest: Most in life, Eleanor just wants an adventure. She wants to steal and drink and gamble and travel. As an additional quest, she has a group of people hunting her over a scam she pulled off not too long ago that enraged a noble family. Those are the murders she was charged with. She found the bodies of those hunting her dead with evidence of it, though she doesn't know who killed them or why. That is how she was arrested, over their bodies.

Bio: She was born in one of the Free States of Jaku, a small town in a desert-like climate. Her mother ran a pub and her father did mechanical repairs in the back of it. She was their first born, and about four years after having her, her parents has another daughter, Lily. Their mother died giving birth. Eleanor's father raised his daughters well and they had a very close relationship.

Once she was old enough, Eleanor started learning her father's trade. She was nothing in knowledge next to the fancy engineers in the big cities, but she knew her basic repair for what was needed in her home town. With more advanced technology, or newer, she is less skilled. She was always restless in her town and curious of those more advanced techs and bigger cities.

When she was 15 years old, and her sister 11, she set out on her own. At the time, she had meant to return, or if she set herself up in a big city, maybe bring her family to her. She was close with them and didn't mean to leave them permanently. She said her goodbyes and headed for one of the bigger cities in the Monarchy.

Once there, out of supplies, she ended up getting no luck with her trade because of more skilled workers, no one wanted to hire her on as an apprentice, so she lived on the street for a time. She ran into an older woman there who never once told her her name, but she told Eleanor she saw her confidence despite how she was covered in dirt and grime. She taught her how to steal, trick, and overall commit fraud. They ran a few scams in their four years together. The woman taught Eleanor how to use her looks to her advantage and rob people lured in blind.

When they ran a particularly high-profile scam in that city and came out rich, the woman managed to slip away with the coin while Eleanor was pegged for the blame. They started tracking her from her black swan tattoo on her back and she found her picture and tattoo sketched on wanted signs. She moved from big city to big city after that, robbing and committing fraud.

Prior to her arrest, she fumbled during one of her scams and set the noble family sending men after her. She fled but they continued to hunt her. She had killed people a few times, it wasn't that she was shying away from, but she wasn't sure in this situation she stood a chance. She had good aim with her revolver at close range but she wasn't very practiced at it. She was often better with a knife. So, she set out to lay a trap where she could take the four men on. She set it up in an old house, abandoned. She planned to have traps in place to lock them in and then burn the building on top of them.

With everything set up, they never showed. On her way out to find out why, she accidentally tripped her own trap and set the building ablaze, setting her with a charge for arson. She ended up caught in the fire for a time which burned up herself and her clothes, exposing her trademark tattoo and causing her to be identified at the scene. She ran off to tend to her wounds. A few days later, she went to where the men had been hiding and found them all dead. She had slipped into the inn room through a window and started to investigate when city guards burst in to investigate the bodies, who had previously been found by staff, though Eleanor didn't know that. They detained her as the murderer, though why they thought that she would return to her crime scene.

Theme Song: (For those aurally minded, or just dramatic like me, a song is always nice. Gives ambiance and adds atmosphere to your character. ENTIRELY OPTIONAL)

RP Example: Ah.. the only one I have at the moment is this Hogwarts RP I'm in: roleplayerguild.com/topics/135550-hogw.. I'm kind of ashamed of how I like Harry Potter (using the world 100x more than the actual story) honestly so I guess I'm a bit embarrassed, but here you are. I'm too tired to write something else up. Cartographer. Cartography. I forget.

@LadyTabris

My Hider

Character Name: Jaydrah Traestar
Aliases: "The Noble Lady", "The Beautiful Mistake"

Sex|gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance:

Distinguishing features: A pair of revolvers tattooed on her right shoulder

Age: 23

Occupation: The daughter of a lesser noble, Jaydrah spent her days amidst the nobility, kissing rings and bowing to those of higher social status. Her father's wealth was not enough that she could rise above her station, but enough that she could live comfortably. As a child, she was interested in acting and the theater, so she spent most of her youth learning how to be someone else, and look like someone else.

Jaydrah took up as a thief. But not the common street cutpurses. Rather, she was a woman of confidence. She would charm her way into the hearts of others, and then rob them blind.

Crime: 5 Counts of Grand Larceny (totaling over 30,000 Algrian Marks), 17 Counts of Bribing an Officer of the Peace, 12 Counts of Impersonating a Public Official.

Starting Equipment: 2 revolvers manufactured by Tressian Arms, two thigh holsters and ammunition, and a bandolier of throwing daggers.

Personal Items: A ring given to her by her father. It is a simple platinum band with no markings. She has a pair of ivory handled revolvers that were given to her for her 16th birthday, but she hid them before she was arrested.

Personality: Jaydrah is a take-no attitude woman, raised in a household where she was expected to carry her weight with chores, and later with work. Her driving principle is to take from those who have too much and give it to those who have too little. Sometimes that's the poor and needy, sometimes its her.

Character Quest: Jaydrah loves the thrill of the game, the adrenaline that pumps through her veins as she's on the edge of a massive score. She wants to embarrass the upper nobility and show them that they are not the untouchables that they think they are. Above all, she wants to retire from a life of crime with a comfortable fortune and no need to ever work a day in her life. But before that, she wants to find out who betrayed her and led to her arrest.

Bio: Jaydrah is always looking for an angle to play. She has trained herself to adjust her voice to mimic accents from other territories and social levels, and has some skill as a scribe -- though she is in no way a professional forger. She has made friends in the wrong places and can leverage those relationships for supplies and information if given the chance.

RP Example:
Jaydrah rubbed her thumb on the wooden handle of the revolver on her right hip. It was cheap and coarse, mass-produced for profit and not comfort, but it was a welcome weight on her hip. Someday, she'd retrieve the ivory handled pistols her father had given her for her sixteenth birthday, but these would do for now. They were reliable and accurate, and they were a symbol that she was free. For now.

Seven years of schemes and thieving had ended in iron. She wondered, in this brief moment of calm, where she'd slipped up. It hadn't even been her most devious con, nor her most promising score. She stood to make a few hundred marks off of an investment deal that didn't exist. One minute she was taking the signed promissory note, and the next a dozen Royal Police were all around her. She had played the con over and over in her mind and come to the same conclusion: someone had sold her out.

Her circle of friends was small. She bought her supplies in small bits, from different merchants and street sellers. There were few who knew of her ... endeavors. Now she was a marked woman; she'd never walk free again without looking over her shoulder. She would have to remake herself before she hunted down the traitor, but hunt them down she would.

Rules Word: Kilgore

@stealthvoodoo

Both ladies accepted, add them to the "Character" section.

@User I've been contemplating having a Co-Op since day 1, truth be told. I've been watching players throughout and will in fact be slapping up a notice in the OP and title to advertise this need more openly.