Arrayah
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STATUS: I'm back! Yeah. Let's go. Getting back into the swing of things. And all that stuff. 8 yrs ago
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I'm back! Yeah. Let's go. Getting back into the swing of things. And all that stuff.
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Hello all who have deigned to grace my profile with their presence! I am the great Arrayah, lord of the Phoenix. Or something. I don't know.
Anyways, bio. As of writing this, I am a 23 year old female. I am married. I own two dogs (a Dalmatian and a Labrador... so cliche). I work from home. I like crafty stuff and games. I used to be an MMORPG girl, but have since moved on to things like Minecraft and Ark as well as Rimworld and Dwarf Fortress. Who knows what's next?
I love writing, but only get to roleplaying a few times every couple years. Unfortunately, life gets in the way. I'm starting to have more time lately, and thought it'd be fine to start it up again. We'll see how it goes, but hopefully I stick around this time.
I was on the old RPGuild, so you may recognize my name. If so, hello again! If not, maybe we'll have lots of fun together. If I've been online recently, and you're interested in doing an RP, feel free to PM me. I'm almost always interested in 1x1s as long as I don't have too many going on. Check some of my old threads to see my rules, or pm me if that's too much hassle.
Long live the Phoenix Queen. Or something or other.
Anyways, bio. As of writing this, I am a 23 year old female. I am married. I own two dogs (a Dalmatian and a Labrador... so cliche). I work from home. I like crafty stuff and games. I used to be an MMORPG girl, but have since moved on to things like Minecraft and Ark as well as Rimworld and Dwarf Fortress. Who knows what's next?
I love writing, but only get to roleplaying a few times every couple years. Unfortunately, life gets in the way. I'm starting to have more time lately, and thought it'd be fine to start it up again. We'll see how it goes, but hopefully I stick around this time.
I was on the old RPGuild, so you may recognize my name. If so, hello again! If not, maybe we'll have lots of fun together. If I've been online recently, and you're interested in doing an RP, feel free to PM me. I'm almost always interested in 1x1s as long as I don't have too many going on. Check some of my old threads to see my rules, or pm me if that's too much hassle.
Long live the Phoenix Queen. Or something or other.
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Eastern! - But will soon be moving to Mountain.
Oh gosh. Being irresistible to women. Hilarious.
I can't wait to prove that wrong.
I can't wait to prove that wrong.
Like Nëis, Ignia decided that she would stay on the deck. For now, she was free to do whatever she wanted, and she had slept on much worse than whatever was waiting for her below, she was sure. There was no way she was going to spend more time down there than was necessary. Instead, she leaned over the side and watched the water as she had before meeting the crew.
Her mind thought back to them and her opinions. For most, they weren't noteworthy, except one. The boy with hair like hers. He was strange... there was something about him, though she couldn't put her finger on it. The one before him though, she decided she'd need to stay away from. Ignia knew a hungry gaze when she saw one, and there was no way that Solomon was getting anywhere near as long as he was looking at her like that.
Finally, her thoughts drifted to the captain. He was strange. The look on his face when she'd introduced himself made it clear that she wasn't expected to act like that, which was by far a relief. Ignia had never enjoyed the submissiveness that came with being Mr. Octave's slave. She was in no way outgoing or fierce, but neither was she quiet so... obedient. She was just Ignia, and that was someone that not many people truly knew. The dogs were another thing. In her experience, if someone treats their pets right, they tend to also treat their slaves right. Not always, but many times.
Ignia closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath of the sea air. If the captain was in fact who she had gathered, then she was as free as she'd ever get, just by being here. This was enough to draw a smile from the girl. Her arms stretched towards the sky, fingers locked together, in a silent prayer. Please let me continue to feel this way tomorrow.
Her mind thought back to them and her opinions. For most, they weren't noteworthy, except one. The boy with hair like hers. He was strange... there was something about him, though she couldn't put her finger on it. The one before him though, she decided she'd need to stay away from. Ignia knew a hungry gaze when she saw one, and there was no way that Solomon was getting anywhere near as long as he was looking at her like that.
Finally, her thoughts drifted to the captain. He was strange. The look on his face when she'd introduced himself made it clear that she wasn't expected to act like that, which was by far a relief. Ignia had never enjoyed the submissiveness that came with being Mr. Octave's slave. She was in no way outgoing or fierce, but neither was she quiet so... obedient. She was just Ignia, and that was someone that not many people truly knew. The dogs were another thing. In her experience, if someone treats their pets right, they tend to also treat their slaves right. Not always, but many times.
Ignia closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath of the sea air. If the captain was in fact who she had gathered, then she was as free as she'd ever get, just by being here. This was enough to draw a smile from the girl. Her arms stretched towards the sky, fingers locked together, in a silent prayer. Please let me continue to feel this way tomorrow.
True enough.
Is solomon just going to hit on the whole crew? XD
Lalala reposting my CS here
Name: Ignia Octave
Age: 25
Species: Human
Position: Slave
Personality: Like any slave she's obedient and soft spoken. That is, until you see her at night. She is a free spirit trapped in a situation she longs to get away from.
Looks:
History: She was sold as a child because of her hair, the same hair that gave Ignia her name. Her parents believed that the red hair signified that she was sent from hell. She does not know her last name, so she uses her Masters. Ignia knows her age, but not much else. She was not schooled and has worked for Mr. Octave for as long as she can remember. The sea has called to her from the moment she first saw it, and after years of trying, she convinced her Master that sending her on one of the boats would be profitable to him.
Where they lived: Fruwin - poor.
Skills: Entertainment (singing, dancing, etc). First Aid. Cooking.
Reasons for joining the crew: "Lead me to freedom."
Extra details: Ignia's body is covered in scars given to her by her master when he is displeased with her, but the most noticeable mark is the tattoo of a full moon that Ignia has on her hip. This tattoo is usually hidden by her clothing. On each wrist, there is a metal band with a crest to signify that she is the property of the family.
Name: Ignia Octave
Age: 25
Species: Human
Position: Slave
Personality: Like any slave she's obedient and soft spoken. That is, until you see her at night. She is a free spirit trapped in a situation she longs to get away from.
Looks:
History: She was sold as a child because of her hair, the same hair that gave Ignia her name. Her parents believed that the red hair signified that she was sent from hell. She does not know her last name, so she uses her Masters. Ignia knows her age, but not much else. She was not schooled and has worked for Mr. Octave for as long as she can remember. The sea has called to her from the moment she first saw it, and after years of trying, she convinced her Master that sending her on one of the boats would be profitable to him.
Where they lived: Fruwin - poor.
Skills: Entertainment (singing, dancing, etc). First Aid. Cooking.
Reasons for joining the crew: "Lead me to freedom."
Extra details: Ignia's body is covered in scars given to her by her master when he is displeased with her, but the most noticeable mark is the tattoo of a full moon that Ignia has on her hip. This tattoo is usually hidden by her clothing. On each wrist, there is a metal band with a crest to signify that she is the property of the family.
It was before sunrise that Ignia found herself sneaking out the back door of her Master's home. It's not that he wouldn't let her go, after all he'd approved this trip. It was more that she was afraid he might change his mind when he finally realized he was losing his favorite slave. Having no possession, she had just put on her nicest dress in an attempt to look less of what she was, and made her way to the docks.
From the moment she had set foot in this ocean-side town, Ignia had longed for the sea. It was as if each wave called to her, begging her to join them. She held on to some kind of pole, and leaned over as far as she could, letting the breeze blow her hair behind her and kick up the skirt of her knee-length, black dress. Even the air smelled sweeter here, well, saltier, but all the same. This was what freedom felt like, tasted like, smelled like. It would likely be the only time she was free to do whatever she wanted, and Ignia intended to do so. After all, once on board the ship, she would be just another slave. Here, in this moment. She was Ignia, the girl with no last name, slave to none but the sea.
What could have been hours or minutes later, she heard a man who she guessed to be her captain. He was asking for introductions and she bit her lip nervously. It was easy to gauge her Master's moods, she'd been with him for so long. These people were different. Every human had a different opinion on slaves and how they should and should not behave. What was his? As a matter of fact, what was any of their opinions? Ignia raised her eyes, looking over the group. One slave girl appeared defiant, confident, and Ignia was taken aback. How had she gotten through life like that? Most Masters would have beaten that right out of her. At the thought, she rubbed one of the scars on her arm.
When it came to be her turn, like the "good" slave that she was, Ignia fell to her knees and raised her arms to show the bands around her wrists. "I am Ignia, property of the Octave family. Here to serve."
From the moment she had set foot in this ocean-side town, Ignia had longed for the sea. It was as if each wave called to her, begging her to join them. She held on to some kind of pole, and leaned over as far as she could, letting the breeze blow her hair behind her and kick up the skirt of her knee-length, black dress. Even the air smelled sweeter here, well, saltier, but all the same. This was what freedom felt like, tasted like, smelled like. It would likely be the only time she was free to do whatever she wanted, and Ignia intended to do so. After all, once on board the ship, she would be just another slave. Here, in this moment. She was Ignia, the girl with no last name, slave to none but the sea.
What could have been hours or minutes later, she heard a man who she guessed to be her captain. He was asking for introductions and she bit her lip nervously. It was easy to gauge her Master's moods, she'd been with him for so long. These people were different. Every human had a different opinion on slaves and how they should and should not behave. What was his? As a matter of fact, what was any of their opinions? Ignia raised her eyes, looking over the group. One slave girl appeared defiant, confident, and Ignia was taken aback. How had she gotten through life like that? Most Masters would have beaten that right out of her. At the thought, she rubbed one of the scars on her arm.
When it came to be her turn, like the "good" slave that she was, Ignia fell to her knees and raised her arms to show the bands around her wrists. "I am Ignia, property of the Octave family. Here to serve."
I do think this would be interesting ("There's debauchery here!") and express the same questions as the two above me.
Hmm... I may be interested.
If I understand correctly, we would be the assassins? Hm. I wonder what magic I would want :o (And yes I have watched and read fairy tail)
If I understand correctly, we would be the assassins? Hm. I wonder what magic I would want :o (And yes I have watched and read fairy tail)
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
ALRIGHT! Instead of editing my first post I'm just gonna go ahead and post my finished CS here.
Human Bio:
Name: Arrayah Kuchikawa
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Though no one really knows why, Arrayah is quiet unless she is defending someone. It doesn't matter if she knows this person or not. Bullies are something she absolutely detests, and she would gladly take a blow meant for someone else. Though those who have spoken to her would say she is articulate and intelligent, her grades are low, and she misses more school than she should.. Often, she finds herself alone even though this is what she hates the most.
Backstory: Arrayah used to be a fun and loud girl, but five years ago she turned into what she is today. No one has asked why, and there is no one that she trusts enough to tell. All that people do know is that her strange looks come from an American mother. Despite this, she does not know any customs of the United States and gets rather annoyed when anyone asks her about it.
Skills: She has been taking self defense classes for the past few years, but otherwise she has no skills.
Alter Ego: Moonlit Aegis
Alter Ego Bio:
Name: Moonlit Aegis
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Her main focus is protecting anyone she comes across. Aegis does not consider herself close to any alter ego, but she would defend them to her death no matter the circumstance. If she feels like someone is trying to overpower an alter ego or take away what she believes are their rights, Aegis becomes furious. This can lead to her killing the criminal, as she sees them, though she will usually feel bad about this later. She is slightly unstable and can sometimes view friends as enemies. She absolutely will not cave under pressure, and if she feels threatened she will lash out.
Weapon(s): A very large, white shield. It can take a blow from most anything and not even dent. It is a defensive tool only. When fighting, she uses her feet and hands as weapons.
Abilities: Self defense and Martial Arts
If there is anything that doesn't fit, please tell me :)
Edit: Added her nationality.
Human Bio:
Name: Arrayah Kuchikawa
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Though no one really knows why, Arrayah is quiet unless she is defending someone. It doesn't matter if she knows this person or not. Bullies are something she absolutely detests, and she would gladly take a blow meant for someone else. Though those who have spoken to her would say she is articulate and intelligent, her grades are low, and she misses more school than she should.. Often, she finds herself alone even though this is what she hates the most.
Backstory: Arrayah used to be a fun and loud girl, but five years ago she turned into what she is today. No one has asked why, and there is no one that she trusts enough to tell. All that people do know is that her strange looks come from an American mother. Despite this, she does not know any customs of the United States and gets rather annoyed when anyone asks her about it.
Skills: She has been taking self defense classes for the past few years, but otherwise she has no skills.
Alter Ego: Moonlit Aegis
Alter Ego Bio:
Name: Moonlit Aegis
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Her main focus is protecting anyone she comes across. Aegis does not consider herself close to any alter ego, but she would defend them to her death no matter the circumstance. If she feels like someone is trying to overpower an alter ego or take away what she believes are their rights, Aegis becomes furious. This can lead to her killing the criminal, as she sees them, though she will usually feel bad about this later. She is slightly unstable and can sometimes view friends as enemies. She absolutely will not cave under pressure, and if she feels threatened she will lash out.
Weapon(s): A very large, white shield. It can take a blow from most anything and not even dent. It is a defensive tool only. When fighting, she uses her feet and hands as weapons.
Abilities: Self defense and Martial Arts
If there is anything that doesn't fit, please tell me :)
Edit: Added her nationality.
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