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Name: Marie Lancaster
Callsign: Red
Age: 30
Job: Thief, spy, whore

Appearance:Marie is, in a word, stunning. She possesses a great classically beautiful face highlighted by green eyes that forever seem to have a cool distant, almost enigmatic look. She keeps her brown- auburn hair long, shiny, and often carefully curled or intricately braided. She is 5’7” tall, enough height to be attractive…not so much as to be considered too tall. Her figure is very generous, with curves and features she works very hard to maintain. She is obsessive in this regard. Her appearance and bearing are her livelihood, or at least they are a very major part of it, and she takes very good care of herself.

Plane: Raven is her preferred plan however she can pilot a large variety of aircraft if pressed to do so. She is a competent pilot in a variety of aircraft but not exceptional at any. She has no personal aircraft.

Weapons: None. She can shoot a revolver and use a knife in self defense but she has no great skill with any.

Personality: Marie is cold, calm, and collected. Her attitude is always aloof and reserved. This is pretty much just a shell, an act. It is simply easier if she keeps emotion out of her business. It helps that most of her work is within members of the upper class, the wealthiest of wealthy. They view her withdrawn and aloof manner as good breeding, expected really. She has cultivated her skills in this manner; the result is a very regal bearing, perfect speech, and in general the absolute image of the perfect socialite. She dares not let her true self near the surface of her personality because of her particular line of work. Distance keeps her safe and it spills over into all her relationships, not just working ones. It takes a unique person to get past the walls to keep her safe. She is very polite, proper, and the perfect lady. The less she likes you the colder and more polite she is. If you get to know her she remains reserved, but she has a dry sense of humor, loves to spend time away from people, loves to study history and literature, and at heart she is a hopeless romantic but she would die of embarrassment if anyone knew it.

Background: Marie was born in French Louisiana, right in the heart of new Orleans. Her mother was a worker at a bar, her father the owner. At least that is what she was always told as he father died before she was two years old. Her mother didn’t make near enough money to support them both while working at the bar, and therefore turned to less savory occupations on the side. She did whatever she could to make some extra money. Taking in washing, thieving, even turning tricks when she had to. It was hard to make enough to keep both her and her daughter fed and cared for; and because she had to be gone so much Marie was mostly raised by neighbors, mainly a voodoo priestess (so she claimed) named Belle. Belle had a very strong interest in proper grooming, fashion, and many of the other details that come with high society. She passed on that interest to Marie.

Marie grew up studying the proper behavior, clothing, and attitudes one must display among the quality. She privately thought Belle probably had once been a part of such society, but had suffered some setback such as a ruined reputation or similar. But Marie wasn’t one to judge such things. As Marie grew older she discovered that such behavior made things easier, people made assumptions about you. And that made life much easier. She soon began supplementing her mother’s income with her own, though she never revealed how she acquired it.

Thieving came naturally to her, and with her own classy bearing and demeanor it was easy enough to ingratiate herself with assorted wealthy peoples. The first time she worked as a high quality whore she had been a virgin, and charged the man for the privilege. That experience had showed her how vulnerable men were when engaged in such activities. It was her biggest haul to date, and she thought it was wise to cultivate such skills. And she went to work getting proper schooling in such arts, which was no mean feat when it came down to it.

Her mother passed away when she was seventeen. From that time on she was on her own, and she took what few valuables she had and decided it was time to leave. She moved regularly, mainly to keep ahead of any lawmen who might be on her tail. She often found herself attached to very wealth men, and occasionally a few women, whom she worked for then tended to rob blind, steal their plane, hawk it, and move on. Most of the time no one ever pegged her; generally those who hired her didn’t want it bandied about that they had purchased the services of a courtesan.

And she didn’t always rob her mark blind, sometimes just a little, and sometimes not at all. It depended on whether she was ready to move onward. Some places she stayed for a long time, enjoying the delights of the cities. Others she could hardly wait to leave. She was a decent pilot, her strength was a great familiarity with a variety of aircraft. One never knew just what sort of private plane her mark had, she was very adaptable though and could pilot whatever the situation threw at her, as much as she needed to anyway

Skills: Marie speaks English, French, and Cajun extremely fluently. Her bearing and deportment is what one would expect from the highest of class. She has a very regal bearing and persuasive manner. She is stunningly beautiful and adept at using that beauty to get what she wants. She is a very skilled prostitute and an excellent thief but has no experience with any sort of combat. Having never been tested in the stress of combat it is unsure how she will react. An average pilot she can fly a variety of planes as long as the situation does not involve combat. She can, if forced to, dredge up her life as a poor folk of N'awlins and fit herself into that role (appearance, speech, attitude, etc), but she loathes doing so, it is strictly an emergency measure.
@Astarael: Hmm, my problem here is that he just seems... kind of chaotic with no real personality? Um, hmm.

Ok. The chaotic nature of Lannick is a huge part of his personality. He is as fluid and shifting as his magic. He's very nice, genial, and completely ADD (though I dislike that label as it has become too common place in today's society). In D&D terms he is truely chaotic neutral. If that doesn't work for you I will need to make a new character which will require some thinking and will still likely end up being a mage-type.
This is her as she stands now, I'll edit in the specific things from your character sheet but is there anything else you would like changed or modified for her as I do so?

Name: Marie Lancaster

Gender: Female
Age: 27
Height: 5'7"
Hair: auburn
Eyes: dark green

Appearance: Marie is, in a word, stunning. She possesses a great classically beautiful face highlighted by green eyes that forever seem to have a cool distant, almost enigmatic look. She keeps her auburn hair long, shiny, and often carefully curled or styled. She is 5’7” tall, enough height to be attractive…not so much as to be considered too tall. Her figure is very generous, with curves and features she works very hard to maintain. Her appearance and bearing are her livelihood, or at least they are a very major part of it, and she takes very good care of herself.

Plane: Raven

Personality: Marie is cold and aloof most of the time. It is not from any arrogant or selfish personality but from the fact that her particular line of work requires her to keep anything personal hidden away. It is simply easier if she keeps emotion out of her business. It helps that most of her work is within members of the upper class, the wealthiest of wealthy. They view her withdrawn and aloof manner as good breeding, expected really. She has cultivated her skills in this manner; the result is a very regal bearing, perfect speech, and in general the absolute image of the perfect socialite.

History: Marie was born in French Louisiana, right in the heart of new Orleans. Her mother was a worker at a bar, her father the owner. At least that is what she was always told as he father died before she was two years old. Her mother didn’t make near enough money to support them both while working at the bar, and therefore turned to less savory occupations on the side. She did whatever she could to make some extra money. Taking in washing, thieving, even turning tricks when she had to. It was hard to make enough to keep both her and her daughter fed and cared for; and because she had to be gone so much Marie was mostly raised by neighbors, mainly a voodoo priestess (so she claimed) named Belle. Belle had a very strong interest in proper grooming, fashion, and many of the other details that come with high society. She passed on that interest to Marie.

Marie grew up studying the proper behavior, clothing, and attitudes one must display among the quality. She privately thought Belle probably had once been a part of such society, but had suffered some setback such as a ruined reputation or similar. But Marie wasn’t one to judge such things. As Marie grew older she discovered that such behavior made things easier, people made assumptions about you. And that made life much easier. She soon began supplementing her mother’s income with her own, though she never revealed how she acquired it.

Thieving came naturally to her, and with her own classy bearing and demeanor it was easy enough to ingratiate herself with assorted wealthy peoples. The first time she worked as a high quality whore she had been a virgin, and charged the man for the privilege. That experience had showed her how vulnerable men were when engaged in such activities. It was her biggest haul to date, and she thought it was wise to cultivate such skills. And she went to work getting proper schooling in such arts, which was no mean feat when it came down to it.

Her mother passed away when she was seventeen. From that time on she was on her own, and she took what few valuables she had and decided it was time to leave. She moved regularly, mainly to keep ahead of any lawmen who might be on her tail. She often found herself attached to very wealth men, and occasionally a few women, whom she worked for then tended to rob blind, steal their plane, hawk it, and move on. Most of the time no one ever pegged her; generally those who hired her didn’t want it bandied about that they had purchased the services of a courtesan.

And she didn’t always rob her mark blind, sometimes just a little, and sometimes not at all. It depended on wether she was ready to move onward. Some places she stayed for a long time, enjoying the delights of the cities. Others she could hardly wait to leave. She was a decent pilot, her strength was a great familiarity with a variety of aircraft. One never knew just what sort of private plane her mark had, she was very adaptable though and could pilot whatever the situation threw at her, as much as she needed to anyway

Skills: Marie speaks English, French, and Cajun extremely fluently. Her bearing and deportment is what one would expect from the highest of class. She has a very regal bearing and persuasive manner. She is stunningly beautiful and adept at using that beauty to get what she wants. She is a very skilled prostitute and an excellent thief but has no experience with any sort of combat. An average pilot she can fly a variety of planes as long as the situation does not involve combat. She can, if forced to, dredge up her life as a poor folk of N'awlins and fit herself into that role (appearance, speech, attitude, etc), but she lothes doing so, it is strictly an emergency measure.
Name: Lannick Karan
Gender: Male
Age: 46
Race: Human
Class: Mage

Appearance: Lannick is a slender man but not srawny or weak in appearance. He has a head of thick black hair, long and held in a pony tail at the nape of his neck. He also has a full black beard. His eyes are brilliant blue and very intense though they rarely reflect his emotions. At least not until he gets to know people well. His general actions and attitude bely his stoic expression but he still hangs onto his expressionless mask believing it fools people into not knowing what he is thinking. He dresses in typical robes, generally brilliant scarlet in color and tends to stand out among people because of it. He never minds.

Personality: Lannick is truly chaotic. He is neither good nor evil, and simply is. He tries to see all sides of every argument and yet never agree or disagree with anyone. He offers his opinions but thats about it, and if he strongly believes something he will just handle it/take the action himself if no one else agrees with him. He is the guy who will jump off a cliff if no one can figure out how to get to the bottom safely. He trust a lot in luck. He has a good sense of humor and laughs at most things, including himself, with ease. He is curious and adventurous and travels just for the sake of knowledge. He collects bizzare things simply because they are bizzare. This extends to his spells: he collects those that have wild effects, seem useless, or else he likes to come up with wild and unusual ways to use traditional spells. He is very intelligent but his attention span is limited. He generally stays on the right side of the law, except when he doesn't. He generally likes people, except when he doesn't.

Backstory: to come soon

Equipment: clothing (red robes, black traveling boots, belt with several pouches, sturdy weatherproof cloak which serves as cloak, raincoat, and tent or blanket all in one), wooden staff painted brilliant eye-smarting yellow...the staff is a simple magical item, the first one he ever made so he's really partial to it. It has the abilities of the “cantrip” varieties of unlock, light, and fire. He can unlock any non magical-basic lock if struck. At times in combat (entirely random) it casts a light spell on the target. At times, both in and out of combat, it randomly lights non-magical flammable materials on fire. This is sometimes very problematic and Lannick usually has a spell ready to put out any unexpected fire. He has a vast collection of bizarre spell components, herbs, coins, and various kick-knacks stored in the pouches around his waist...only he knows what sort of order they are in and in truth much of the time he just guesses. The things inside can be either extremely valuable or worthless, and often he has both jumbled together in disarray. He travels light, relying on luck and his spells to get him through the problems.

Abilities: Lannick is a quick thinker, and loves to come up with odd solutions to ordinary problems. He also likes to find uses for useless things. He loves all things magical and tends to focus his abilities on finding and collecting them if they are suitably odd enough. He is a well trained mage, despite his oddities, and able to cast spells with alacrity. He focuses on alterations and transmutation spells or anything traditionally considered useless while shunning the stereotypical staple spells that many people are familiar with. He can fight with his staff with enough skill to buy him a minute to run away and that’s about it. He also is a very genial person (except when he's not) and can generally smooth over arguments if things aren't too crazy.
ok I'll have a CS up shortly (hopefully tonight even) and will edit it onto this post if no one posts after me by the time it is ready
still have room?
I was part of an old crimson skies thread that never really got a chance to get going beyond a few posts..I'd love to play the character again if you are still looking. She's a non-combat trained thief/whore if you think she would work in your story I'll pop her character sheet up.
I have no good excuse. I've just been worn recently. But post is up and thank you all for sticking around. Shadowefil you are up with what we disccused via PM quite awhile ago. If your still here that is. I hope you are.

Brisa hurt so much she couldn't even make a sound. Each breath was agony and she was struggling just no to pass out. When the weight on her finally lifted she was able to focus again, though she was only in marginally less pain. She could tell something was wrong with her lungs, or her ribs, or something. Right now though she couldn't be bothered to figure out what was wrong, much less what she should do. Instead she pushed herself unsteadily to her feet and tried to process what was going on around her.

It seemed to be madness. The boys, Aiden, Argurios, & Jatan, were all in various stages of serious trouble. Aiden had been flung into Jatan, both of them tumbling like rag dolls in the wake of the attack. Aiden's crossbow, dropped in the struggle, was crunched under Dreknor's feet and his club tossed carelessly to the side. Argurios was down again, Brisa could see there was some problem with his leg and he couldn't run. The fear that was brewing in her tripled, they had to be able to run. This man was going to kill them; there was no question in her mind. They were in serious danger. Even her adrenaline cantrip wouldn't help Argurios now, it couldn't overcome whatever was wrong. Wizards didn't heal. She was out of ideas, and out of useful tricks. Magic was all she had and right now none of what she knew could help. Or could it...

Her eyes caught sight of the billowing clouds of smoke coming from the different corners of town. Fire...she could light things on fire. The pain in her ribs was sharp and biting, it made it difficult to concentrate. Even a simple cantrip couldn't be cast without concentration.

She had to work hard, she lost track of what was going on around her as she did so. She missed Aiden's charge, missed everything in the alley as she struggled to focus her thoughts on the arcane words that swarmed through her mind. It was hard, harder than anything she had ever done. So much pain and chaos going on around her. She simply couldn't do it.

The world returned along with agony in her ribs. She ran, best she could, to Arugurios' side. She couldn't cast a spell but maybe she could be useful, somehow. She really had no idea, just that this was her instinct. They had been through so much already, she had come to automatically turn to him, even when he was the one that needed help.

Dreknor, meanwhile, having ignored Brisa, turned his attention to the boy who was charging him. This was pointless. The children stood no chance, and the fight was rapidly getting pointless. He needed to end it now and do what he came to do. There were other duties to attend to this day. He furled a leg and kicked Aiden in the stomach, not even bothering to look as the boy crumpled. He spun, his attention now on Arugrious and the small girl crouching beside him.

Brisa's eyes showed her fear, she was not skilled at hiding her emotions, and it seemed to spur the evil man on. His god fed on fear, in addition to shadows and death. He reached out a hand and smacked the girl upside the head, knocking her back as if she were a leaf.

Brisa saw stars, she had thought that was a figure of speech but it turns out that was a literal saying. She hit the ground again, crumpling to the cold stone. She saw the evil man lift a booted foot to kick Argurious and she did the only thing she could think, she threw herself forward and latched onto the mans ankle like a cornered kobold.
sorry. I kept trying to get in and all I got was the guild down screen; I actually thought we had lost the site for good (like last time). I gave up for a few days but glad I checked today. Look for me tomorrow.
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