[CHAR] Devils of the Slate, a Dyomi tale

Roles

The Inventor-Natalia Roethschilde

The Pyro-Waylan Michelson

The Thief-Viktor Morgan

The Gunslinger-Jeanine Isma Griffith

The Wraith-Rowan Miri Tallstagg

The Muscle- Clovis Ross

The Mouth-Fedosia Markov

The Bookworm

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[Jasper19]

The Pyro

Name: Waylan Michelson
Age:19
Gender: Male
Apperance:

Waylan

Personality: Waylan is actually quite calm despite his certain...skill set. Though he does get a bit too exited when around explosives and fire Waylan won't let that affect how he works. In terms of friends Waylan isn't very trusting of anyone having migrated from Zemeni and lived a life of poverty in the slate. He is usually very easy going until he runs out of the drug known as Parem which he can usually be seen smoking.

Bio: Born in Zemeni Waylan never knew his parents having been put in a orphanage. That never let him get down though as he would wait patiently to be adopted his spirit getting crushed each year that went by. Having had enough of it by the time he turned 10 Waylan "accidentally " dropped a candle on the many rugs of the orphanage. Getting his first charge of Arson , which he got many more of in his teenage years .

Waylan arrived in Dyomi in about his fifteenth year. Catching a ship leaving Zemeni's port he was a stow away till he had a bad run in with some RazorGulls who wanted to take a "cut" of the captain's shipment. This was his first lesson of the Slate " don't be a hero" he ended up getting beaten black and blue by the RazorGulls when he tried helping out the captain who not to mention them beat him for being a stow away. So like any sane person he got revenge by blowing up a RazorGull ship, even though he had to hideout for about a week it was worth it in his opinion though. His life really went to shit around his seventeenth year through , one day while walking through the eastern side of the city Waylan got persuaded to try some parem, a drug that gives you a high euphoric feeling and calms your nerves. Usually Parem is injected or smoked , having a fear of needles Waylan took the latter option and after a few huffs and maybe some more times smoking it he quickly got addicted.

Now Wylan is nineteen and Lives in the Slate doing his best to avoid the local gangs and get money to smoke more parem. Usually be works as a Demolitions expert that will blow or burn whatever you need for the right amount of coin. Though due to his lifestyle and the constant gang wars he is beginning to get frustrated at the local gangs and merchants for hoarding money.

Equipment: Waylan usually carries a bag full of components to make a various array of explosives and other things that use volatile components . He also carries around a handy dandy stash of parem bushels(their versions of blunts/cigarettes) to feed his addiction . Waylan also always wears fingerless gloves and if you look closely his pointer finger on his right hand is a prosthetic that has a built in lighter.

[antman0623]

The Thief

The Thief

Name: Viktor Morgan
Age: 20
Gender: Male

Personality: Viktor is usually a sly sneaky fellow, that likes to work alone, but has been seen in group settings on occasion. He tends to be on the quiet side and kept to himself, but for a bit of coin, he will take a few jobs if ofered.

Bio: Born in the slums of the slate, sticken to a life of poverty, Viktor and his parents lived on the streets as beggars, homeless for most of his child life. He was an adventurous kid, that went exploring the city at a young age, finding all the hiding spots and special places. His source of food and necessities was procured in the form of stealing, by the hand of his father, who went out one night to acquire goods for the family, but never returned.(He slipped up on a job and was caught and tortured to death by a local gang.)

When his father never returned, Viktor took it upon himself to become the sole provider for him and his mother. He took to the art of being a thief and began traversing the shadows to loot and pick the pockets of local merchants and peddlers. Viktor provided not much, but enough to get by. Unfortunately it wasn't enough and his mother became deathly ill, stricken with disease. She passed not long after she became ill. Viktor was all alone. He needed more of a way to make coin and get by.

Viktor did find a few jobs here and there, though still nothing concrete as far as work went. He still lives in the slums and on the streets, mostly working either in the shadows or at night.

Equipment: A lockpick set and a small dagger/knife kept in his boot.

Appearance

[Sharidi37495]

The Mouth

The Mouth of a Goddess

Name: Fedosia Markov
Age: 18
Gender: Female

Personality: Fedosia is typically very quiet, and she can be a bit of an arrogant snob. She is quietly ambitious, ensuring she gets the best life has to offer from behind the curtains. Because she is naturally a master manipulator, sometimes even she doesn't know the truth, making her come off as a bit eccentric and unreliable at times. Even so, she is a social butterfly, even if it is just to watch people. She trusts nearly no one, not even with her opinions. When she does happen to give her two cents, it's futile to disagree because she'll win anyway.

Bio: Fedosia was born as the only child of the main branch of a merchant family from Mavika. From a young age, it had been made known that her parents had wanted a male heir, the only kind that would be recognized by the rest of the family, nevertheless from competitive families. So, instead of going to family meetings and seeing what the family business really is, she was taken to dark corners of the family estate to be raised as a 'perfect wife' with some tricks up her sleeves. By the time she was fourteen, Fedosia became a natural charmer, enticing numerous offers for her hand in marriage. Much to her family's chagrin, she rejected them all. A few years later, she snuck out to see exactly what her father was up to after he'd come home late, smelling of booze.
After following him to the docks, she found a substantial shipment of Parem to Dyaomesh. After her favorite maid had fallen victim of the drug, Fedosia was intent on curbing the spread of it, and slipped into the darkness of night to swap out the drugs with nearby lookalike leaves on the ground. However, she was locked in the crate by accident and shipped off to Dyaomesh. The RazorGulls first opened the crate, looking for a piece of the loot. They took her, mistaking her for part of the shipment as a bonus, and she convinced them to leave their symbol on one of the interior walls after they took a bag of the 'product'. When the crate went on to the PitVipers, a gang war was started on the basis that the RazorGulls seemed to take all of the Parem and replace it with leaves.
In the middle of the chaos, Fedosia escaped from the RazorGulls, and to this day she uses her beauty and charm for any and every job she can pick up to survive on the streets. However, although she's wanted by two of the local gangs, she manages to have a relatively sumptuous lifestyle.

Equipment: a small bag of gold coins she keeps hidden and moving, a silver stiletto knife hidden in her shirt, an expanding selection of clothes

Theme song: Shadow Light by Ardyn

[ningal700]

The Inventor

Name: (“Lady”) Natalia Roethschilde
Nicknames: Lady ‘N’, Thalia
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Role: The Inventor

Appearance: Natalia stands at a generous height of 5’8, and in terms of weight she is about average for her age and body type, but she has more developed muscle than the typical females she knows (or rather, used to know), especially in her arms and upper body in general. She has long slender arms that match her fingers, and although her legs are also long they have a little bit more meat on their bones, particularly near the thigh area. Her skin is tan due to her mother’s partial mainland native ethnic background, and she has a spray of light brown freckles that rest on her nose and over her cheeks as well. Her eyes are a rich caramel color and her chestnut brown hair reaches to her mid back, although it is usually kept up for survival purposes. As far as clothing goes, Natalia likes to dress up nicely, and she will usually be found in a (often tattered) dress and a pair of thigh-high stockings tucked into her fashionable yet also practical black boots with buckles. She will hardly agree to go anywhere without a corset on. When a dress or skirt is not an option, an oversized shirt and a pair of trousers will do.

Personality: In an ideal setting, Natalia is an old soul. Compassionate at heart, she has always had a desire to help anyone she can, and is a believer in true romance at the end of the day. However, above all else, Natalia also believes in intelligence, and she isn’t blind to the fact that it is her wit and acquired guarded nature that has gotten her through her life, most evidently so as of late, since her home city has become so desolate. She is booksmart and has also started to become streetsmart, always crafting her way out of delicate situations. Whether she invents a mechanical apparatus or just a really good lie, it is almost always sure to work. Because so many people have screwed her over, including those she was once close to, her open-book and heart-on-her-sleeve have unfortunately gone into hiding, with only the most seemingly trustworthy still able to peek inside her intricate mind. A word to describe Natalia’s view on life is Bohemian.

Bio: Natalia was born into a rich, upper middle-class family on the North side of London, consisting of her rather obtuse mother and cold and distant father, as well as a younger sister, Emilie. Her family had always had money, from what she was told, although she was never sure how it was obtained; her father kept himself in his office most nights with the door locked shut during what she could remember of her childhood. Her mother mostly spent time with other socialites, drinking and shopping the days away, and Natalia and Emilie both learned to entertain themselves, with Emilie finding a passion for athletics and animals, while Natalia tended toward artistic and scholarly pursuits. This was much to their parents’ dismay, as neither of the girls was ever ladylike enough to satisfy, most especially Natalia. Over the past few years, Natalia began to notice things were going downhill, even for her own affluent family, and more secrets seemed to be kept than ever. When Natalia’s mother finally broke down and told her that they planned to marry her and her sister off to wealthy men in separate families to keep their titles and status, Natalia and Emelie ran away together, hoping to make it on their own, without the misguided intentions of their parents. Sadly, they were forced apart anyway when Emelie never returned from an attempt to find the two of them food one night. Because of this, Natalia currently resides in the Slate area hoping that she will somehow bump into her sister again one day.

Mission Statement: Natalia is currently searching near and far for her little sister Emelie, while trying to stockpile as much money as she can in order that she may someday leave the country in search of a better life.

Occupation: Due to the current climate, a reputable source of income is well, hard to come by. Therefore, Natalia makes sure she is taken care of by any means necessary, which usually results in the assistance of miscellaneous gang members, whatever that entails (hence the moniker “Lady” N, it refers to her title as a used-to-be leader royal, as well as her time spent as a “lady of the night”).

Gang Affiliation: Naturally, the gangs run things around here, and Natalia is no fool when it comes to watching her back and making certain not to get in the way of any of the gang members’ big plans. However, when their paths do meet, the only affiliation Natalia currently has with any gangs comes primarily in the form of making money (helping to distribute drugs like Parem or other prohibited substances, selling her body, etc). Other than that, she is at present more of a rogue/freelance type.

Her father, however, was likely involved with one or more of the gangs (possibly how he made his money/secret keeping), but Natalia doesn’t know this for sure yet.

[KZOMBI3]

THE WRAITH

_{The Wraith}

_______________________________________________ rowan 'row' miri tallstagg | bisexual | december 3rd | 5B83A5 ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ twenty one | ♀️ | 5'6" | 117 lbs ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ + adroit | cunning | confident | alluring - manipulative | deceitful | ruthless | sadistic ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ α p p є α r α n c є ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ Rowan is a mysterious and ethereal beauty. Standing just about average height, her body lithe and adorned with subtle curves. Her hair, recently chopped to her neck in an asymmetrical fashion, long bangs that reach the tip of her nose should the locks fall in her face. There is a scar traveling from her forehead down to her eyelid on her left side - a result of a very eventful, heated, fuck-kill situation. She likes to tell people that she obtained it from a hit. not entirely a lie Also beneath her left eye are two birthmark blemishes that clearly give her away when she first meets someone who knows of her and her accomplishments. A dead giveaway, but she finds them rather charming Her eyes, a piercing frosty steel color can bore into someone's soul in the dead of night and would still shine brightly. If the light catches her eyes just right they take on the color of the lights around her and she looks almost demon like. A terrifying sight to behold before one's untimely end. Rowan keeps her nails trimmed, but long enough and sharp enough to use as weapons and do some damage, should she need too. They are also almost always painted in a dark - more like black - color. Both ears are pierced three times and house small, metal or bone, studs. The bones are typically bird related; or some kind wild animal's canine. Along with her piercings usually bird related, she is never without black feathers somewhere on her person. And around her neck are two necklaces; one a metal made small blade like shape - the other - a crow skull threaded with a taut leather cord. ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵

▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Silent but Deadly No one never truly knows when and what she's going to do. But make no mistake - she will take down anyone that stands in her way without an issue. ➽➽➽ Feathered Touches Her bladed weapons are coated with a poison that when coming in contact with others will cause them to feel a sense of weightlessness, as if gravity has betrayed them. Their limbs feeling heavy and limp, knocking back their equilibrium and making it extremely difficult to counter or attack. ➽➽➽ Birds of a Feather Meeting and working alongside Jonathon Morris has been the best, ideal gig Rowan could have ever landed. However, due to the nature of personalities these two share with one another it has been observed that they're interactions are always the extremes. Either extremely good or extremely bad. Rowan enjoys his company and vise versa, but they know how to get under each other's skins and push all the right and wrong buttons to get their way. ➽➽➽ Succubus Skilled in the art of gathering information, and completing hits, by seducing and flirting with her victims with ease. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Psychopathic Tendencies Raised as a killer, to infiltrate, kill and destroy - it desensitizes a person. Not to mention, she enjoys it and she's hella good at it. Tends to leave one alone; or at least untrustworthy. ➽➽➽ Untrustworthy To be fair, she is just as untrusting of others as they are of her. ➽➽➽ Bit of a Hothead Like most people, Rowan has a breaking point. And when she gets there... oh boy, watch out. Wouldn't want a trained assassin pissed off at you, now would you? ➽➽➽ Unpredictability isn't Always Best Policy Even though you know what you're gonna get when you employ Rowan, she is still a wildcard. So, just make sure not to warrant her coming after you. g í f t p r є f є r є n c є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♡ Likes ☒ Dislikes ♡ smell of gasoline ♡ dark chocolate ♡ sex ♡ torture, anyone? ♡ birds ☒ being the center of attention ☒ when a kill is too easy ☒ being wrong - a rarity. ☒ being told how to do her job t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ her affinity is the crow ➽➽➽ knives and other sharp blades are her forte ➽➽➽ enjoys drinking and gambling; always prefers sitting in a corner ➽➽➽ she people watches в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴇ. ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ. ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ - ᴄʜᴀꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪɢʜ. ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ. ᴜɴꜰɪʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ. ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ. ᴄᴏʟᴅ. ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ. ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ. ᴀᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏᴜꜱ. ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴠᴇ. ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ. ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴠᴇ. ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ. ꜱʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ. ʟᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴇᴍᴘᴀᴛʜʏ. ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏᴛɪᴄ. ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴛɪᴄ. ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ. ᴀʟʟᴜʀɪɴɢ. ꜰɪᴇʀᴄᴇ. ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ. ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʙʙʏ. ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ. ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ. ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ. Although it is unknown where and when she was actually born, Rowan's origins begin with an organization hidden in the shadows called the Flight of the Bird. She was raised exclusively as an assassin, for the Flight specialized in forming contracts with powerful people of prestige and dispatching assassins to eliminate important targets - and so she began killing at a very young age. Within this organization, Rowan was known only by her codename: Falcate. Due to her upbringing, Rowan became utterly inured to the sight of death, eventually becoming so engrossed in her ability to kill without experiencing any remorse or conflicting emotion that she started to become dependent on killing for the stimulation it provided. By the time she was nine, she had already killed enough to earn the title of a "Bird of Death". Rowan was taught how to fight by a woman in the organization, Zona Aldithley, who raised her and was known as her Mother Bird. When Rowan had grown older, she was forced to kill her mother figure in order to perform the 'Sky Burial', as a rite of passage. The trauma of killing her mother figure caused her to distance herself from others and refuse to build personal ties in fear of having to relive the experience once more. Later, she was placed under the command of a man named Thaddeus Kipps, whose own group dealt with missions involving VIP assassinations, an "extermination and clean-up of the escort". Her resulting mental issues made her an unpredictable force and she commonly caused 'accidents' on the field. This caused her to be looked upon and treated scornfully by the other members as a plague. Her skills, however, proved far too valuable to do away with. During an assignment, there was an issue, where members of a rival gang got the one up on a lot of the Birds, burning Kipps alive - killing him - and dissolving the chain of command. Inadvertently, Rowan was freed, and inexplicably drifted into the custody of an adoptive family. It was this family that gave her the name Rowan. Although she struggled to adapt to the average life, Rowan ruminated on the new freedoms that were provided, and decided that this new life could possibly be acceptable. However, her peaceful, new found existence did not last for long. After she was scolded for releasing the youngest daughter's pet bird, she murdered her entire foster family in a blind rage. Finding that she could not live without the fundamental excitement of inflicting death on others, Rowan began a wandering lifestyle, and heartlessly killed any who crossed her path. To show that she was no longer a tool to the organization, she chose to keep the name her adoptive family had given her, giving her old codename to her weapon(s) instead. During her travels she came across many a gang and organizations that, upon meeting her and witnessing her talents and skill, have hired her for her expertise. There isn't one particular group that Rowan aligns herself with. But if she were to choose The DimeLions is where she can truly let loose and spread her wings; as it were. The major downside to it all is there is this thick tension between her and Jonathon Morris. And although the adage states "Bird of a Feather" that isn't always the case. they are constantly butting heads and at each other's throats That isn't to say that she doesn't enjoy his company and the way he runs his gang. There's definitely something more to their relationship. Even if it's unspoken.

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[Sanity43217]

The Muscle

Name: Clovis Ross
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Personality: Clovis is a no nonsense straight talking Bastard. This has gotten him into more trouble than he is worth. Throw in the fact that he’s a compulsive liar and a huge flirt, the only reason he’s still alive is because when his life is on the line, he is just as good at getting out of trouble as he is getting into it.
Though his real talent lies in Aggressive Negotiations. A damn fiend with a rapier or cane sword, and always has a trick up his sleeve. He believes the universe has wronged him, and just wants a happy life, not a long one.
Bio: Clovis grew up in the slate. His father an enforcer for the Razorgulls. He was expected to follow in those footsteps. Being taught from a young age to fight. Picking up an affinity for defy light blades, as well as brass knuckles. He became quite the duelist. By his early teens, he was already an active enforcer for the Razorgulls. When he was twenty, he was tasked with killing his own father. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, so they shot his father in the back of the head. Now, Clovis has sworn to destroy the Razorgulls and have fun along the way.

[Entlein]

Gunslinger

Name:
Jeanine Isma Griffith (Jay)

Age:
22

Appearance:
Jay is five-foot-eleven. Her lean form is set off by layers of buckles and straps for a growing number of firearms that fold into nondescript chunks of metal. She keeps her purple-black hair in a tight low bun, and a pair of goggles sits on the crown of her head. Her right arm is cybernetic, and a good portion of her body is tattooed.

Appearance

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Pansexual

Personality:
Jay is a mercenary, and her personality reflects that. She is detached and professional, and she doesn’t bond easily. However, with the few people she lets in, she is warm, loyal, and compassionate.

Bio:
Jay doesn’t have a particularly traumatizing backstory. She had a decent childhood, but with an absent father and a busy mother, she took up various jobs to help keep her four younger siblings fed and clothed. She discovered a natural talent for bodyguarding in her quick aim and unwavering trigger finger, so she capitalized on it until she built a decent reputation.
A few years back, Jay was arrested (again) for carrying a firearm. A young boy who introduced himself as “Waylan” occupied the cell next to her, and when his cell wall blew outward, hers did as well. Jay decided that she owed the boy a debt, so she works for him whenever he calls.

Other:
⁍ Jay works decently as a sniper, but her split-second reflexes make for a deadly combatant in closer quarters.
⁍ She is looking to replace her arm with some sort of folding-gun-weapon.
⁍ Although Jay’s current loyalty lies with Waylan, she has worked for each of the main gangs at some point and has connections of varying strengths in each.
⁍ She’s stupidly lucky when playing roulette, and she has survived three games of Russian roulette. She’s not eager to make it a fourth.
⁍ Likes: beauty in strange places, pastries, music, balance
⁍ Dislikes: blindness, sour food, absence, starfish

[ouTland01]

bookworm

Name: Gabriel Schovajsa
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Mind your own business.
Nationality: Fierdian

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Pale gray eyes framed by dark lashes, a strong jawline, and a perpetual glare; Gabriel’s features are sharp and attractive. His face is dotted with beauty marks, and he usually has his black hair pulled back in Viking-esque braids with little metal rings spaced throughout. He stands at 5’6”, and he’s weirdly flexible with an athletic build (more likely to climb a shelf for a book than to find a ladder- he refuses to admit if he’s ever slipped or fallen while doing this or not). Black tattoos wind across his back, shoulder, and right arm, interrupted by occasional scars. He keeps a clean black duster coat hanging by the front door of the shop at all times. Hides a set of gripless stiletto knives in his clothes, as well as at least one set of brass knuckles. He carries a messenger bag that holds his coin pouch, several books or files, and a flask of whiskey.

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Gabriel is kind of an asshole- not aggressive, necessarily, but intolerant and harsh. He’s known to be unwaveringly reliable and caring, but he doesn’t trust idle talk from strangers. He’s too quick to jump to extremes to solve a problem. Stubborn, but not unreasonable. Something of a flirt. He speaks very softly with a thick Fierdian accent, and often dips into other languages- it’s hard to tell if he’s talking to himself or if he’s just not so scattered that he doesn’t quite realize when he isn’t speaking Dyomish. He’s unnervingly quiet when he walks, null of any footsteps or the sound of moving fabric.

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On the run from his family. Drowned when he was little and has developed a fear of deep water.
Works at a bookstore as a cover. Notorious info broker, but systemically anonymous and unknown by anything other than “Mordred.” He takes measures to ensure that the less-legal side of his life stays private and unidentified, and very few people would know his face, let alone his real name. That aside, he has eyes and ears everywhere, so building plans, shipment information, personal details, secrets, tips, and more- he’s your guy.

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Alcoholic. Has something against gingers. He keeps a window box in his apartment that he grows beebalm and begonias in.