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anyone know why, when I click the link to the character thread, the entire site goes all scrumbled?
Ok Ollumhammersong. Sorry to see you go. I'll "loose" your character in a way you can easily return should you so desire.
allright...here is the character. chart to be coming up later tonight.
Full Name: Vol. Just Vol. Nothing more or less.
Age: 105 (appears 32)
Gender: Male
Species: Siren
Most Used Attraction Power:
Voice. His voice can be anything from smooth and calming to dry and sarcastic depending on what appeals to the listener. Simply put he talks his way into and out of everything; when combined with his charming eyes and smile he is nearly irresistible and not just to the opposite sex.
Significant/special belongings (if any): nothing in his world holds any more value than his own self, that is the only thing he cares about.
Fighting skills/techniques (if any): If he can avoid fighting he will through talking, charm, or plain out running away. If he must fight he relies on strike/retreat tactics and skewering people from behind.
Weapon of choice (if any): sword-cane or revolver
Job Title & Description: Vol has three jobs. His main act is that of a wolverine trainer. He also will take stints as a singer if it seems appropriate. He also uses his vocal talents to hawk other shows, encouraging people to attend his favorite acts.
Number of Souls You Have to Collect: 65,700
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls: 60
What Was Your Wish?
That no other being could have control of him through lust or love.
How Many Souls Have You Collected? 14,360
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival? 12
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?
At this time hardly at all, just an increase in his bitterness at his situation. He minds not the harvesting of souls and actually enjoys the work at the carnival.
Personality: Vol is not evil. Not in the traditional sense of the word or world. He is, however, cold, dark, callous, unbiased, and selfish. He rarely hates, he cares only about himself, and he shares nothing of his inner thoughts or feelings with anyone. Outwardly he is usually pleasant, charming, and polite. He carries grudges a long time—not grudges of malice but of principle. He considers hatred a base emotion and not worth his time or effort. He never reveals his displeasure outwardly. Instead he lays plans for a future destruction of the individual who incurred his wrath. He can play by the rules or outside them, depending on which he believes is the best course of action. He is crass and crude at times, but not in an attempt to shock or dismay--Only in that he feels that is the most truthful expression for the moment. He savors both the pleasure and the fear of others…mostly the former but he does get pleasure from the latter too. He often uses that in his wolverine act, drawing upon the unadulterated viciousness of the animals to elicit fear and will occasionally loose them on the audience. Particularly he favors fear from people that have displeased him. He has a highly addictive personality and he will often seek to re-create a truly euphoric experience. He has phenomenal willpower but that doesn’t keep his fantasies at bay, only keeps him from acting on what he knows he shouldn’t.
Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?:
Vol has had a long life, longer than most realize. He learned the value of self preservation and self reliance at the age of 8 when his parents were slaughtered. He grew up poor, his life was miserable, and he didn’t really miss them. He vowed he wouldn’t be poor again however. He had a talent, from a very young age, of reading people. Knowing instinctively their likes, desires, dislikes, and whether or not they would be a good mark. He took up a variety of unsavory careers throughout his youth…thief, fence, whore, assassin, whatever he could do to make money. He does not regret his youth or feel sorry for himself. In his view it taught him how to survive, and that taking care of yourself was the most important thing. He sought revenge on the people who murdered his family, not because he cared about his family but on principle. The murderers took what was his, he would make them pay.
After that he had very little direction in his life, save his own selfish pursuits. He didn’t feel the lack. In fact he sought more time to enjoy his life of selfish pleasure and personal gain. He made a barging with a demon, selling his soul for youthful immortality. He has remained physically 32 (the age he was when he made the deal). He does not regret his choice and had he his life to live over again he would have sought the demon out when he was slightly younger. True his soul belongs to another upon his death, but until that time he is enjoying every luxury that he can lay his hands on. Money, sex, and fine liquor top his list of favorite things. He was 93 when he met a woman, a siren like himself. And like himself she was entirely selfish and concerned only with her own pleasure. She was a female version of himself, so naturally he fell in love with her. After all he was simply falling in love with himself except that he could also fuck her.
It was a devastating experience for him. He loathed every minute of it, and when she left as he knew she would (that is what he would have done naturally) he was even more distraught. It disturbed him greatly, he was not made to care about another being of any sort and the feelings he had were among the most horrible experience of his life. It was at this point that Mr. Seil found him. He offered Vol what he now wanted most, a way to prevent himself from ever caring about another again. Vol did not hesitate to make the deal, what was another bargain. He did not have possession of his own soul to bargain away, but he was more than willing to bargain away the souls of others.
Full Name: Vol. Just Vol. Nothing more or less.
Age: 105 (appears 32)
Gender: Male
Species: Siren
Most Used Attraction Power:
Voice. His voice can be anything from smooth and calming to dry and sarcastic depending on what appeals to the listener. Simply put he talks his way into and out of everything; when combined with his charming eyes and smile he is nearly irresistible and not just to the opposite sex.
Significant/special belongings (if any): nothing in his world holds any more value than his own self, that is the only thing he cares about.
Fighting skills/techniques (if any): If he can avoid fighting he will through talking, charm, or plain out running away. If he must fight he relies on strike/retreat tactics and skewering people from behind.
Weapon of choice (if any): sword-cane or revolver
Job Title & Description: Vol has three jobs. His main act is that of a wolverine trainer. He also will take stints as a singer if it seems appropriate. He also uses his vocal talents to hawk other shows, encouraging people to attend his favorite acts.
Number of Souls You Have to Collect: 65,700
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls: 60
What Was Your Wish?
That no other being could have control of him through lust or love.
How Many Souls Have You Collected? 14,360
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival? 12
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?
At this time hardly at all, just an increase in his bitterness at his situation. He minds not the harvesting of souls and actually enjoys the work at the carnival.
Personality: Vol is not evil. Not in the traditional sense of the word or world. He is, however, cold, dark, callous, unbiased, and selfish. He rarely hates, he cares only about himself, and he shares nothing of his inner thoughts or feelings with anyone. Outwardly he is usually pleasant, charming, and polite. He carries grudges a long time—not grudges of malice but of principle. He considers hatred a base emotion and not worth his time or effort. He never reveals his displeasure outwardly. Instead he lays plans for a future destruction of the individual who incurred his wrath. He can play by the rules or outside them, depending on which he believes is the best course of action. He is crass and crude at times, but not in an attempt to shock or dismay--Only in that he feels that is the most truthful expression for the moment. He savors both the pleasure and the fear of others…mostly the former but he does get pleasure from the latter too. He often uses that in his wolverine act, drawing upon the unadulterated viciousness of the animals to elicit fear and will occasionally loose them on the audience. Particularly he favors fear from people that have displeased him. He has a highly addictive personality and he will often seek to re-create a truly euphoric experience. He has phenomenal willpower but that doesn’t keep his fantasies at bay, only keeps him from acting on what he knows he shouldn’t.
Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?:
Vol has had a long life, longer than most realize. He learned the value of self preservation and self reliance at the age of 8 when his parents were slaughtered. He grew up poor, his life was miserable, and he didn’t really miss them. He vowed he wouldn’t be poor again however. He had a talent, from a very young age, of reading people. Knowing instinctively their likes, desires, dislikes, and whether or not they would be a good mark. He took up a variety of unsavory careers throughout his youth…thief, fence, whore, assassin, whatever he could do to make money. He does not regret his youth or feel sorry for himself. In his view it taught him how to survive, and that taking care of yourself was the most important thing. He sought revenge on the people who murdered his family, not because he cared about his family but on principle. The murderers took what was his, he would make them pay.
After that he had very little direction in his life, save his own selfish pursuits. He didn’t feel the lack. In fact he sought more time to enjoy his life of selfish pleasure and personal gain. He made a barging with a demon, selling his soul for youthful immortality. He has remained physically 32 (the age he was when he made the deal). He does not regret his choice and had he his life to live over again he would have sought the demon out when he was slightly younger. True his soul belongs to another upon his death, but until that time he is enjoying every luxury that he can lay his hands on. Money, sex, and fine liquor top his list of favorite things. He was 93 when he met a woman, a siren like himself. And like himself she was entirely selfish and concerned only with her own pleasure. She was a female version of himself, so naturally he fell in love with her. After all he was simply falling in love with himself except that he could also fuck her.
It was a devastating experience for him. He loathed every minute of it, and when she left as he knew she would (that is what he would have done naturally) he was even more distraught. It disturbed him greatly, he was not made to care about another being of any sort and the feelings he had were among the most horrible experience of his life. It was at this point that Mr. Seil found him. He offered Vol what he now wanted most, a way to prevent himself from ever caring about another again. Vol did not hesitate to make the deal, what was another bargain. He did not have possession of his own soul to bargain away, but he was more than willing to bargain away the souls of others.
Ok thats adorable. Its all bite sized and everything!
Oh and I passed by to say I should have a character up this weekend. Re-reading the IC tonight before bed.
Oh and I passed by to say I should have a character up this weekend. Re-reading the IC tonight before bed.
Exotic might be a slight understatement. If the carnival is exotic then the sun is slightly warm.
I shall not wander astray, however whether that is a threat or a promise remains to be seen. I shall use some of my half-day today to spend time getting to know the characters of the carnival (among other things).
****In town***
Brisa stared at Argurios in astonishment. He had done that so easily. She knew instinctively she never could have done that. At least not so quickly. She blinked owlishly one or two times to try and focus but she was impressed.
“Bakers” she finally said and pointed a finger at a nearby building with a sign hanging out front showing loaves of bread with little squiggles to represent heat.
“Come, I’ll show you.”
She led him to the baker’s shop and pointed out the cellar at the back of the shop. It was a simple matter to get the bodies inside and when they were done Brisa scrounged around and found the lock the baker used to close it up at night. She snapped it on, pretty sure that they would be safe from scavengers there.
“Um” She walked up to Argurios and shyly put a hand on his arm for a brief second “Thanks. That, well that was really nice of you.”
Then she turned, pulled out a piece of charcoal and wrote a simple note on the wood of the cellar door.
Here lies Aheric, Dorn, & Autry. They gave their lives to our town and for our town and shall be remembered in the hearts of those who live on.
Brisa was no poet but that sounded like something one might see on a tombstone or grave marker. As she was putting the piece of charcoal away she realized she had yet to tell Dakin about what happened to his mentor. He would have wanted to see.
“Dakin” she said by way of explanation as she turned and began running back towards the gate. “I forgot. Oh and Atrus” she hollered back over her shoulder as she increased the distance between herself and the other two.
“He needs to know too.”
****at the wall***
Once things had been sorted out, to the satisfaction of the three boys gathered there, a ladder had been lowered so Ronin could climb up. It was significantly easier than opening the gate. They would have to team up to get that open, which they would in order to bring the horse inside at least. And rope ladders may be mildly challenging for grown men and women to climb; they held no challenge to young children. The emptiness of the town was still eerie, quite and pressing, but there was some comfort in knowing that there was life outside the city walls.
The stillness was broken by the sound of running footsteps and panting as Brisa came running up.
“Dakin” she said panting a little. She wasn’t used to so much activity, since signing on as Autry’s apprentice she had spent most of her time in fairly static study and simple chores.
“I found Dorn” she continued between pants. “I mean his body. Um…he’s dead. I..I…Autry’s dead too. And…”
She looked up at the three boys and for the first time really looked. Her eyes widened at the sight of the newcomer. Him she did not know, even by sight.
“Were you the one yelling.” She blushed briefly. “What I mean is who are you?”
Brisa stared at Argurios in astonishment. He had done that so easily. She knew instinctively she never could have done that. At least not so quickly. She blinked owlishly one or two times to try and focus but she was impressed.
“Bakers” she finally said and pointed a finger at a nearby building with a sign hanging out front showing loaves of bread with little squiggles to represent heat.
“Come, I’ll show you.”
She led him to the baker’s shop and pointed out the cellar at the back of the shop. It was a simple matter to get the bodies inside and when they were done Brisa scrounged around and found the lock the baker used to close it up at night. She snapped it on, pretty sure that they would be safe from scavengers there.
“Um” She walked up to Argurios and shyly put a hand on his arm for a brief second “Thanks. That, well that was really nice of you.”
Then she turned, pulled out a piece of charcoal and wrote a simple note on the wood of the cellar door.
Here lies Aheric, Dorn, & Autry. They gave their lives to our town and for our town and shall be remembered in the hearts of those who live on.
Brisa was no poet but that sounded like something one might see on a tombstone or grave marker. As she was putting the piece of charcoal away she realized she had yet to tell Dakin about what happened to his mentor. He would have wanted to see.
“Dakin” she said by way of explanation as she turned and began running back towards the gate. “I forgot. Oh and Atrus” she hollered back over her shoulder as she increased the distance between herself and the other two.
“He needs to know too.”
****at the wall***
Once things had been sorted out, to the satisfaction of the three boys gathered there, a ladder had been lowered so Ronin could climb up. It was significantly easier than opening the gate. They would have to team up to get that open, which they would in order to bring the horse inside at least. And rope ladders may be mildly challenging for grown men and women to climb; they held no challenge to young children. The emptiness of the town was still eerie, quite and pressing, but there was some comfort in knowing that there was life outside the city walls.
The stillness was broken by the sound of running footsteps and panting as Brisa came running up.
“Dakin” she said panting a little. She wasn’t used to so much activity, since signing on as Autry’s apprentice she had spent most of her time in fairly static study and simple chores.
“I found Dorn” she continued between pants. “I mean his body. Um…he’s dead. I..I…Autry’s dead too. And…”
She looked up at the three boys and for the first time really looked. Her eyes widened at the sight of the newcomer. Him she did not know, even by sight.
“Were you the one yelling.” She blushed briefly. “What I mean is who are you?”
ack. I've been refreshing the site forever it seems. Just now caught it back up. working on a post now.
Edit: added a clue section into the first OOC for easy tracking of clues found, who has them, and what exactly they are.
Edit: added a clue section into the first OOC for easy tracking of clues found, who has them, and what exactly they are.
It seems that the posting expectancy on this particular adventure is for multiple posts a day. I work 10 hours a day 6 days a week and sometimes I cannot manage posting even once a day. I never mind playing catch up if people move on without me, that is my usual pattern, however that too seems not to be a fit for this adventure. As such I will withdraw before this next segment.
so here she is as she stands now, let me know if and what I need to change
Name: Elena Jackson
Age: 41
Country of Origin: England
Power(s): Elena has the ability to alter and warp the reality around her. This effect is temporary and generally she can only reach a certain distance from the focal point (herself). When she leaves the area everything reverts to true reality. She develops migraines from using her powers, if she continues to use them repeatedly without rest she can potentially black out from the migraines.
Greek Name: Xi
Appearance: Elena is an older woman however she doesn’t look much older than 30. She is slim and willowy in build with shiny long black hair usually worn loose. Her eyes are so vivid a green that many think she uses contacts. She dresses a bit anachronistically preferring simple dresses of a single color, long skirts, high neckline, and long sleeves. If she feels a dress is not appropriate she will dress in well tailored pant suits that also cover most of her skin. She does this as she has tiny green scales in patches all over her body. The more she uses her abilities the more the scales spread; she knows intuitively she will eventually be covered with scales and branded a freak but she has a hard time remembering this in the heat of the moment.
Personality: Elena is quite pleasant most of the time. She doesn’t have much of a moral code at all though. Sympathy is fairly unknown to her, only if its been a long time…months…since she has used her powers does she ever have such an emotion. She is cold and logical about everything she does—at least by her reckoning. She will not tolerate anyone betraying her, or trying to. The more she uses her powers the less she values human life and the more she crosses the line to sociopath. She doesn’t get any “joy” out of killing, though killing often eases the pain caused by the use of her powers. She has tremendous headaches which grow in power and intensity the more she uses her power. They make her short, waspish, and considerably more dangerous as she knows the only way to alleviate the pain is to kill.
History: Elena comes from a wealthy family though her parents and siblings are all dead now. With her wealth Elena never had to suffer the indignities and injustices of life in the slums. Indeed with her family’s wealth they were allowed luxuries and freedoms that others were not. When her family was all gone Elena used the family fortune to find more fortune for herself. She realized the value that some items had, the rarer the item and the more danger involved in getting it the better the value. So she set up a business as an elite agent of “trade.”
She was over 30 when she discovered her powers, and the first time she used them it frightened her so much that she didn’t use them again for nearly 2 years. Eventually, however, she started to use her abilities on purpose as the world changed and she needed an edge to help deal with it. She noticed a few things when she did so. The first was that the scales that covered her body seemed to spread the more she used her powers. The second was that the more she used her powers the younger she looked. As time progressed she used her abilities more and more, and she learned that there were others with her abilities, and they were in high demand by the remaining world governments. She did not wish to give up her freedom, her wealth and she took to running from capture. She is already mad, however, and often homicidal. She has no real loyalties save to herself. As she has no friends and family what does she have left to protect except herself. She is growing more and more addicted to using her powers, anything that gives her the opportunity to do so is worth looking at.
Other: Elena needs help desperately though she would never admit it. The more she uses her powers the more she wants to and the more she uses them the worse her headaches become the worse her headaches become the more sociopathic she grows.
Name: Elena Jackson
Age: 41
Country of Origin: England
Power(s): Elena has the ability to alter and warp the reality around her. This effect is temporary and generally she can only reach a certain distance from the focal point (herself). When she leaves the area everything reverts to true reality. She develops migraines from using her powers, if she continues to use them repeatedly without rest she can potentially black out from the migraines.
Greek Name: Xi
Appearance: Elena is an older woman however she doesn’t look much older than 30. She is slim and willowy in build with shiny long black hair usually worn loose. Her eyes are so vivid a green that many think she uses contacts. She dresses a bit anachronistically preferring simple dresses of a single color, long skirts, high neckline, and long sleeves. If she feels a dress is not appropriate she will dress in well tailored pant suits that also cover most of her skin. She does this as she has tiny green scales in patches all over her body. The more she uses her abilities the more the scales spread; she knows intuitively she will eventually be covered with scales and branded a freak but she has a hard time remembering this in the heat of the moment.
Personality: Elena is quite pleasant most of the time. She doesn’t have much of a moral code at all though. Sympathy is fairly unknown to her, only if its been a long time…months…since she has used her powers does she ever have such an emotion. She is cold and logical about everything she does—at least by her reckoning. She will not tolerate anyone betraying her, or trying to. The more she uses her powers the less she values human life and the more she crosses the line to sociopath. She doesn’t get any “joy” out of killing, though killing often eases the pain caused by the use of her powers. She has tremendous headaches which grow in power and intensity the more she uses her power. They make her short, waspish, and considerably more dangerous as she knows the only way to alleviate the pain is to kill.
History: Elena comes from a wealthy family though her parents and siblings are all dead now. With her wealth Elena never had to suffer the indignities and injustices of life in the slums. Indeed with her family’s wealth they were allowed luxuries and freedoms that others were not. When her family was all gone Elena used the family fortune to find more fortune for herself. She realized the value that some items had, the rarer the item and the more danger involved in getting it the better the value. So she set up a business as an elite agent of “trade.”
She was over 30 when she discovered her powers, and the first time she used them it frightened her so much that she didn’t use them again for nearly 2 years. Eventually, however, she started to use her abilities on purpose as the world changed and she needed an edge to help deal with it. She noticed a few things when she did so. The first was that the scales that covered her body seemed to spread the more she used her powers. The second was that the more she used her powers the younger she looked. As time progressed she used her abilities more and more, and she learned that there were others with her abilities, and they were in high demand by the remaining world governments. She did not wish to give up her freedom, her wealth and she took to running from capture. She is already mad, however, and often homicidal. She has no real loyalties save to herself. As she has no friends and family what does she have left to protect except herself. She is growing more and more addicted to using her powers, anything that gives her the opportunity to do so is worth looking at.
Other: Elena needs help desperately though she would never admit it. The more she uses her powers the more she wants to and the more she uses them the worse her headaches become the worse her headaches become the more sociopathic she grows.
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