[OOC] Wanderlust (High Casual)

[Sagittarius]

don't worry my character will be mildly psychotic but not a criminal

<sub>it'll be fine

probably</sub>

[Snagglepuss89]

I feel so relieved.

[Sagittarius]

i'm here for you

<sub>always

always by your side

: )</sub>

[Athinar]

Hobey ho. Interested. Will put up a CS soon.

[Rune_Alchemist]

I feel so relieved.

@Snagglepuss89

Well, hey!

Shouldn't be a surprise. For people looking to get out of town fast, this is the quickest and easiest way to do it!

[Viciousmarrow]

You're all criminals! All of youuuuu!

Shaaaaame. Shaaaaaaaaaame!

[Fabricant451]

It's a victimless crime! It's not my fault if people want to give me their stuff because I trade them junk for it!

[Rune_Alchemist]

You're all criminals! All of youuuuu!

Shaaaaame. Shaaaaaaaaaame!

@Viciousmarrow

Hey, some of us call that survival!

Besides! Senna's not shady...she's more...robin hoodish.
_{just, y'know,gives only to herself...}

[Sagittarius]

does stalking literally everyone in the town count as a crime

[Viciousmarrow]

@Sagittarius Yes. Yes, it does. xD

Aurelia is the only innocent one. She does not belong in this motley crew of miscreants! >.>'

[Athinar]

Well. Um. My character Naahdira is... kinda... SUPER guilty of... a LOT. So there's one more criminal. Yay.

[Sagittarius]

I'm going to just put this here for now if I don't go with the _{creepy merchant that knows everything about everyone} idea

Io Murkveld

Name:
Io Nervald Caprixan Leneus Marx Murkveld

Color:
9e0b0f

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Description:

Almost always hidden under his coal-grey cloak, the only features readily apparent are his short and childish frame and his youthful gait; Io looks exactly as if he were in his preteens, if not younger. Io's dusky red hair reaches past his shoulders, his dull black eyes peeking out from underneath his bangs. His skin is a translucent white from constantly being in the shade of either his robes or the indoors. The faint smile that occasionally peeks out from under his hood practically chills the air.

Occupation:
A hunter and butcher, though he usually ends up spending more time inventing the dangerous devices that he hunts with.

Bio:
Io was a peculiar child, always keeping a certain distance between himself and others. His eerily calm demeanor frightened other children--not that he cared about that. Instead, Io usually locked himself away in his room, obsessing over ancient books he'd found in the dark corners of storerooms. Though he studied any type of book he found, Io was utterly fascinated with learning about how to break things: whether it was why sharp objects could cut anything if they were sharp enough or how much force it took to shatter something, Io felt compelled to learn about it. Though his parents were obviously concerned about this, they were happy that their son sounded excited talking about something, rather than not talking at all.

One day, Io's father came home bearing good news: he'd gotten a better job that payed much more than before. With the newfound income, he decided to splurge a bit, and bought a slab of meat for them to have for dinner. His parents, who had beaming smiles on their faces, wished that they could eat a meal like that everyday. Looking at this, Io mumbled to himself "I see," as a faint, but visible smile of his own gently appeared on his otherwise lifeless face. The next day, Io set out to look for books on machinery--more specifically, clockwork.

A few sleepless nights later, Io put on a dark cloak and headed towards the edge of the Oasis, where many hunters were gathered. Quietly walking past, he slipped out of the city and snuck up to a lone, nearby creature. By this time, the few people there had noticed Io and ran out to try and rescue him, but stopped when Io suddenly pitched an odd, head-sized brass sphere at the beast. After an audible "clunk!", the device suddenly twisted open, two whirling blades extending out and shredding apart the side of the animal before falling to the ground, out of energy.

Pleased by the grisly scene, as he'd found something fun, Io turned to the nearby hunters and asked for them to help him bring the corpse back. Even as the butcher cut apart the good remains, Io watched intently with the same chill-inducing smile, learning how to dismantle the body and finding out which parts were good for eating so that he could do it himself. Fully invested in this, Io once again beset his parents with conflicting emotions on whether they should stop him or not.

Possessions:

[Athinar]

Naahdira Saaba

Name

Naahdira Saaba

Color

color=Khaki

Age

32

Gender

Female.

Description

Standing at an Amazon-esque 6 foot, the tall, dark-skinned woman has been described as classically beautiful many times, like one of the goddesses the tribes had worshiped before Oasis. With hazel eyes, and long black hair pulled into a ponytail of dreadlocks, her face is usually utterly serene, almost disturbingly so.

Occupation

Game Hunter, Mercenary, and Bounty Hunter. Naahdira has been many things. All of them related to death.

Personality/Bio

Naahdira came into the desert to die. This quiet, reserved woman, whom you wouldn't expect of having a regret in the world, whom you only ever see the professional, calm side of, joined the expedition to throw herself off of the legendary Chasm, or if they didn't make it that far, die on the way.

You see, Naahdira has a troubled past. And it is not that others have not taken up her professions, those of death and violence. No, there are plenty of mercenaries, assassins, and thugs. However, there were none so proficient in the art of death as Naahdira, for she was the fabled Wraith of the Sands, the assassin able to strike any target, anywhere.

However, she was not always like this. Once, she was a carefree girl, a hunter with the spear and bow, who lived with her elder sister, an example to all little girls everywhere. That was until her sister was trampled by The Pack, leaving a small, lonely girl to fend for herself.

For a while, she made a living by hunting, however, without her sister to watch out for her, she was almost always cheated out of the full price of whatever she brought back. It was not enough, and she was plunged into life on the streets as a thug-for-hire, beating anyone whom she was hired to beat. However, with the money from thuggery, she was able to buy proper gear, and buy her license as a proper mercenary.

After a few successful years as a mercenary, as her fame grew, she was approached by a member of the mysterious Black Scarab assassin's guild. Joining the guild as an assassin of people she thought deserved her judgement, she quickly fell. She was the Wraith of the Sands, and she exterminated anyone and everyone. See, once you get a taste of the kind of coin that lifestyle brings, you can't let it go.

So began the nine-year reign of terror among the Oasis underground of the Wraith, until one day a mysterious contract came to her. Eliminate the rest of the Black Scarab. By this point, guilt was beginning to gnaw at her, so she accepted. In one night, the bloody Night of Dust, Naahdira murdered all twenty-four of her former compatriots, and got paid.

However, the absolution she sought was not found in the death of her former friends, even if they were assassins. Wracked with guilt, Naahdira gave all of her money away to the poor and orphaned of Oasis, and volunteered for the expedition.

Hopefully, she could escape the guilt, and the voices that crept into her mind at the still times in the night.

Possessions

-A single tooth from a Pack beast on a leather strap. Naahdira's only token of her sister.
-Enough food and water for a week's journey, without relying on the caravan's supplies.
-A wooden longbow with a quite incredible draw length, and forty arrows inside a sealed quiver.
-Four bronze javelins.
-Light leather armor which allows for freedom of movement, and reduces the risk of heatstroke.
-A bronze saber, meant as a last resort.

This is what I wrote her to.

Will finish it soon.

[Rune_Alchemist]

@Sagittarius Yes. Yes, it does. xD

Aurelia is the only innocent one. She does not belong in this motley crew of miscreants! >.>'

@Viciousmarrow

Not yet anyways.

Senna will make sure she learns a thing or two, kek~

_{and by that, I mean totally hit on her until she succeeds xP}

[Viciousmarrow]

@Rune_Alchemist

Aurelia will not know how to respond to that since nobody has tried to woo her on account of her family being heretics and such. xD
She's practically taboo! A relationship with the last Nekroz will only ruin one's reputation and standing!
Of course, such things no longer matter where they're headed... >.>

[Rune_Alchemist]

@Rune_Alchemist

Aurelia will not know how to respond to that since nobody has tried to woo her on account of her family being heretics and such. xD
She's practically taboo! A relationship with the last Nekroz will only ruin one's reputation and standing!
Of course, such things no longer matter where they're headed... >.>

@Viciousmarrow

Pfft.

Senna don't care about stuff like that. Might as well be a traitor herself, not like she can ever go back and not expect to get thrown back in the dungeons.

But yeah. Don't matter where they're going, so Senna is gonna teach Aurelia to live a little~

_{Bad influence, Senna is}

[Fabricant451]

The two of you can be the meat shields while the good folk like Opal reap the rewards.

_{Which is to say I'm takin' whatever I can get from your corpses sorry nothing personal}

[Viciousmarrow]

@Fabricant451 Aurelia is technically the tank for this party (or at least one of them) xD
'Course if she dies, people will be fighting over that fancy shield and armor of hers.

[Fabricant451]

If we're going by the triangle role Opal is the NPC in the escort mission that you just wish would move faster for fuck's sake

[Viciousmarrow]

So she's Ashley from Resident Evil 4. Great. xD