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Coffee's awesome idk what you guys are talking about.
Plans? No one uses plans anymore! They just wing it! Honestly, Mayk, get with the times.
Hey Heroes I'm pretty sure Kierkegaard's still interested and just hasn't posted his CS yet, I'll check.
He stammered, but it was still an affirmation and in case it wasn't enough, he moved an arm around her. Per smiled, glad her affection was wanted, and snuggled back up to him. She fit under his arm easily and her head nestled onto his shoulder, and she gathered his hands back up and leaned against him. For the few seconds she had let to of him it seemed he had frozen into an icicle, and Per could feel the cold on him even despite the summer heat she was giving off. The puddle beneath her was growing, and in an effort to stay dry she shifted the rest of her body closer to Dylan.
Her eyes were growing heavier, and she had a feeling she was starting to run out of energy to keep herself and Dylan warm. She had an even worse feeling they could be waiting there a while, if help ever came. "I don't suppose you brought cards, huh?" She joked. Anything to keep their minds off of where they were and how cold it was getting and how rescue seemed more unlikely with every second that passed.
Her eyes were growing heavier, and she had a feeling she was starting to run out of energy to keep herself and Dylan warm. She had an even worse feeling they could be waiting there a while, if help ever came. "I don't suppose you brought cards, huh?" She joked. Anything to keep their minds off of where they were and how cold it was getting and how rescue seemed more unlikely with every second that passed.
Thanks! I'm excited for the rp!
-Name: introduces herself as Cal, when asked for her full name she gives any name including the letters C, A, and L, and the last name Blake
-Gender: Female
-Type: Banshee/Rakshasa
-Appearance: As a human, Cal can appear as a young or old woman. As a young woman she's usually described as attractive with striking features and light skin. Her hair is a wavy auburn and her eyes are bright amber. She stands around five foot six. As an old woman she appears very frail - her eyes are a washed out gray and her hair hangs long and white. She hobbles around at the same height as her younger version, but she's usually bent over.
-Age: somewhere in her twenties, appears around 24 or in her eighties.
-Powers/Traits: Cal is a mixture of a banshee and a rakshasa. She is able to see when people will die by touching their skin, and will know if someone is a few minutes from death if she's in their presence, regardless of whether or not she's touched them. Her screams stop people in their tracks and can be loud enough to cause intense pain or shatter a human's ear drums. She can easily switch between her younger and older human appearance unless she's weakened. On her Rakshasa side, she can shape-shift into almost any land or sky animal. Like her human forms, her energy is expended in switching between shapes, not maintaining her current shape. It takes more energy to switch between large shapes than small shapes, but neither takes an excessive amount of energy. Whatever damage she takes in one form will appear in any other form she takes until she heals.
She is well versed in English, French, Spanish, Russian, German, and Italian from her travels. She's trained in combat but prefers to avoid it, and is an excellent pavement and escape artist. Her specialty is being able to gain information from nearly anyone without them becoming aware or suspicious of what she is doing.
-Background: Her mother died in childbirth, and Cal barely survived the process herself. Her mother's fae background and the complications of her birth made her into the part-banshee she is. She grew up with her father, a Rakshasa, and moved around the world a lot. He raised her as best he could, but Cal always got the impression he was training her for something rather than teaching her to grow up right. He taught her how secrets ran the world, and the best ways to discover those secrets. He told her how to blend into the world and move around without being noticed. He trained both her fight and flight responses so she'd be prepared for any situation. And then, when she was ready, he introduced her to the Bain and Hoyle company.
For most of her father's life, he had worked for Bain and Hoyle. He was near the top of the company when he had Cal, and he worked a deal with them. If he took leave and trained his daughter to work for them and it all went according to plan, he would be given back his position when the training was finished. By the time she was seventeen she was past the level her father had been at when he joined the company, and she was introduced into the work. Her father returned to his former position and the began to use her to gather intelligence the agency needed from people for a few years. Gradually, she began to go on various other missions, although her specialty remains in efficient and clandestine information collection.
-Gender: Female
-Type: Banshee/Rakshasa
-Appearance: As a human, Cal can appear as a young or old woman. As a young woman she's usually described as attractive with striking features and light skin. Her hair is a wavy auburn and her eyes are bright amber. She stands around five foot six. As an old woman she appears very frail - her eyes are a washed out gray and her hair hangs long and white. She hobbles around at the same height as her younger version, but she's usually bent over.
-Age: somewhere in her twenties, appears around 24 or in her eighties.
-Powers/Traits: Cal is a mixture of a banshee and a rakshasa. She is able to see when people will die by touching their skin, and will know if someone is a few minutes from death if she's in their presence, regardless of whether or not she's touched them. Her screams stop people in their tracks and can be loud enough to cause intense pain or shatter a human's ear drums. She can easily switch between her younger and older human appearance unless she's weakened. On her Rakshasa side, she can shape-shift into almost any land or sky animal. Like her human forms, her energy is expended in switching between shapes, not maintaining her current shape. It takes more energy to switch between large shapes than small shapes, but neither takes an excessive amount of energy. Whatever damage she takes in one form will appear in any other form she takes until she heals.
She is well versed in English, French, Spanish, Russian, German, and Italian from her travels. She's trained in combat but prefers to avoid it, and is an excellent pavement and escape artist. Her specialty is being able to gain information from nearly anyone without them becoming aware or suspicious of what she is doing.
-Background: Her mother died in childbirth, and Cal barely survived the process herself. Her mother's fae background and the complications of her birth made her into the part-banshee she is. She grew up with her father, a Rakshasa, and moved around the world a lot. He raised her as best he could, but Cal always got the impression he was training her for something rather than teaching her to grow up right. He taught her how secrets ran the world, and the best ways to discover those secrets. He told her how to blend into the world and move around without being noticed. He trained both her fight and flight responses so she'd be prepared for any situation. And then, when she was ready, he introduced her to the Bain and Hoyle company.
For most of her father's life, he had worked for Bain and Hoyle. He was near the top of the company when he had Cal, and he worked a deal with them. If he took leave and trained his daughter to work for them and it all went according to plan, he would be given back his position when the training was finished. By the time she was seventeen she was past the level her father had been at when he joined the company, and she was introduced into the work. Her father returned to his former position and the began to use her to gather intelligence the agency needed from people for a few years. Gradually, she began to go on various other missions, although her specialty remains in efficient and clandestine information collection.
Ditto ^
She grinned, glad to be of some help, and watched him. Why was it she always thought he was so scary? The makeup might be a little much, yeah, but it was just his way of wearing a mask. And it wasn't like he had chosen to be scary - he had been saddled with that power just like she was saddled with fire. He wasn't anything but a big puppy in need of a haircut and a hug, and she'd give him both of those just as soon as they were out of there. For now, keeping him warm would have to do.
Per blew out air and looked over at the rest of the room. It was still covered in thick ice. There didn't seem to be any vents in the ceiling blowing in cold air to keep the room the right temperature, which made Per positive this ice had been made from Frosty. The puddle she had woken up in had frozen over again, but where she was sitting now the ice was beginning to melt. She shifted, pulling her legs up so she wouldn't melt the ice around his ankle.
"And now, we wait," she sighed, moving again to get comfortable. She let her arm drop from his shoulders to hang around his waist, and rested her head on his shoulder. God, she was tired, and he was so cozy. Why didn't she get to do this more often? Probably because she only wanted to snuggle up to Orren, and he didn't seem to like being touched. Did Dylan like being touched? Per pulled away abruptly, sitting up to look at Dylan and loosening her hold around him. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, her green eyes apologetic. "Is this okay? I didn't mean to - I'm sorry, I just assumed - I'm sorry."
Per blew out air and looked over at the rest of the room. It was still covered in thick ice. There didn't seem to be any vents in the ceiling blowing in cold air to keep the room the right temperature, which made Per positive this ice had been made from Frosty. The puddle she had woken up in had frozen over again, but where she was sitting now the ice was beginning to melt. She shifted, pulling her legs up so she wouldn't melt the ice around his ankle.
"And now, we wait," she sighed, moving again to get comfortable. She let her arm drop from his shoulders to hang around his waist, and rested her head on his shoulder. God, she was tired, and he was so cozy. Why didn't she get to do this more often? Probably because she only wanted to snuggle up to Orren, and he didn't seem to like being touched. Did Dylan like being touched? Per pulled away abruptly, sitting up to look at Dylan and loosening her hold around him. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, her green eyes apologetic. "Is this okay? I didn't mean to - I'm sorry, I just assumed - I'm sorry."
Sorry totally not in the conversation but when Per first came to the guild she went to shake Dylan's hand but it came off because he was holding a fake hand and we mentioned that somewhere IC so yes there's a fake hand
Hahaha well actually the guild has a thing for cutting off villain's hands and leaving them as surprises.
kidding
DM, I think the problem Metronome has with your post wasn't that you used comedy but that it didn't meet the high-casual/at least one paragraph per post/good writing rule for the rp. (Rule #1)
kidding
DM, I think the problem Metronome has with your post wasn't that you used comedy but that it didn't meet the high-casual/at least one paragraph per post/good writing rule for the rp. (Rule #1)
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