Bourgeoisie

A.I. Mates

Appearance:

My Hider

He stands at 6'0" and has black hair, tan skin, and dull blue eyes.

Name: Alistair McCormack
Age: 24
Likes: Metal, Tattoos, Musicals, Cooking, Metal-Working
Dislikes: People who insult his creations, people who think they're better than him, small dogs.
AI or human: Human
Bio: Uhmmm, yeah, where do I begin? I'm eldest of three siblings, and arguably the least successful. We were never rich, working class folk who were feeling the loss of manufacturing jobs to the AIs. I dropped out of high school when I was sixteen when my mom died, to help support my family. I had always been good at art and cooking, so I became a housekeeper and tattoo artist on the side to make ends meet. My two sister graduated four years later, and are now both big-shot doctors in some research firm out east. Me? I packed my bags, said goodbye to Dad, and headed west. I found a place in San Fran, and opened a cafe/tattoo parlor/metal shop/record store with my savings. I've been here for four years, and I've struggled a bit for sure. But, I'm out of the red now, and have a good rainy day fund, so I'm thinking of enjoying myself a little bit you know? So I decide to try dating. Worst. Fucking. Idea. Ever. All the girl's here are as vapid as an E-cig and the men aren't better. I found a few prospects, but none of them have returned my messages. Then I hear about this A.I. dating experiment, and I think "Why the hell not?"

Fate/esoteric facsimile

My BAHSAHKAH is a guy if that helps? ^^;

My Master's going to be a girl though, but yeah. XD

@Rin

But how manly is he?

Fate/esoteric facsimile

I also added an image to my CS.

Fate/esoteric facsimile

@Hinsek
I suggest bringing a little testosterone into the group, because damn is this an estrogen brigade.

The Pickers

Welp, time to make Cu absolutely hate himself.

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@shagranoz
Your character and mine are gonna get on like oil and water.

Fate/esoteric facsimile

So, we're missing one more master?

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@The One
I think the OP uses "Class" to denote their abilities and occupations, for example your ogre would be Barbarian/Fighter, and Prince Ali (aliali Ali abwaba is shot) would be a Monk/Fighter If we were using D&D terms from what I can tell. Of course, you can use any system you want as long as you explain the characters capabilities.

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Frederick Von Holden

Name: Frederick Von Holden
Age: 18
Race: Half-Elf
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Class:Witch Hunter/Magus

Appearance:

My Hider

Frederick stands at 6'3", and weighs 189 lbs. His ears are tappered at the ends, and tend to blush when the Half-elf gets embarrassed.
Weapon(s): A long sword and an 18 inch diameter buckler.

My Hider

(92cm long or 3 ft)

Armor:

My Hider

Personal Trinkets: A small gold cross on a change that may have once been carved with beautiful engravings, but now worn smooth and featureless. On closer inspection the cross is ever so slightly crossed off center, and the cross is actually two interlocked swords. There is also two other medallions, one of a sapphire glass swallowtail butterfly, and the other a simple iron circle stamped with an open eye.

Short History: I wanted to be a Landsknecht, a wielder of a holy great sword, to smite my foe in the name of the seven gods. I was conceived of the union between a Landsknecht and a Wizard the Order had contracted as hired help. So, 14 years later, when I was recruited by the Order of the Seven, I was crushed when instead of being chosen as a Sword of the Gods, I had been chosen to be a Witch Hunter and a Magus. Witch Hunters are the opposite of the Landsknecht, the dagger to the sword if you will. They hunt the demons and monsters that live in the shadows, that can't be confronted by a large standing army. The magi are the eternal journeyman of the magic arts, never able to reach the level of other magic users. They act as skirmishers, raiders and scouts for the Order's army, fighting as hard as the Landsknechts, but never gaining the same fame.

My training as soon as I was chosen, and lasted for four years. As a Witch Hunter, I was expected to be able to identify and combat horrors of dark, to be able to investigate and locate the monsters. I learned the rites and rituals to combat certain foes, learned to smite with the power of the Seven. As a Magus, I was schooled to use magic while I fought, applying spells to my blade and shield, and to move quickly across the battlefield, harassing and reinforcing as needed. After my training, I was assigned to a squad of other Witch Hunter Magi, and we were sent off on a Crusade to beat back a demonic incursion. My first battle happened three weeks afterwards. All the training in the world did not prepare me for battle, the crash and din of steel, the cries of anger, fear and misery, the jolting feeling of sliding my sword into another man's chest.

The battle ended in our favor, thank the seven, but I was given little time to rest. My group was then called on to investigate and hunt down any fiends that survived and fled. Our groups came upon a village, a poor one that had been rampaged through by a demon. Houses were little more than rubble, broken bodies and limbs were strewn everywhere, and blood filled the streets. I...I vomited at the sight, as did most of my companions, save our leader a veteran Witch Hunter. We began searching for clues as to what kind of demon we were hunting, and we found a group of survivors hiding in a tree in the nearby woods. It was then that the demon decided to show itself. It...it demolished us, it was to powerful for a group of novice Initiates to combat, and three of my ten comrades were slayed in the first few minutes of combat. We had no hope of winning, so I did something that I don't regret. I stabbed the demon in the leg, and led it on a chase deeper into the woods. Of course, it was my luck that a storm began brewing as I ran, slowing me down and disorienting me considerably. I was lucky to find this place, though I worry of the demon finding this place.

Other:

Demon

Stands twelve feet tall and wields an ornate glaive that is taller than even itself.

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Name: Frederick Von Holden
Age: 18
Race: Half-Elf
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Class:Witch Hunter/Magus

Appearance:

My Hider

Frederick stands at 6'3", and weighs 189 lbs. His ears are tappered at the ends, and tend to blush when the Half-elf gets embarrassed.
Weapon(s): A long sword and an 18 inch diameter buckler.

My Hider

(92cm long or 3 ft)

Armor:

My Hider

Personal Trinkets: A small gold cross on a change that may have once been carved with beautiful engravings, but now worn smooth and featureless. On closer inspection the cross is ever so slightly crossed off center, and the cross is actually two interlocked swords. There is also two other medallions, one of a sapphire glass swallowtail butterfly, and the other a simple iron circle stamped with an open eye.

Short History: I wanted to be a Landsknecht, a wielder of a holy great sword, to smite my foe in the name of the seven gods. I was conceived of the union between a Landsknecht and a Wizard the Order had contracted as hired help. So, 14 years later, when I was recruited by the Order of the Seven, I was crushed when instead of being chosen as a Sword of the Gods, I had been chosen to be a Witch Hunter and a Magus. Witch Hunters are the opposite of the Landsknecht, the dagger to the sword if you will. They hunt the demons and monsters that live in the shadows, that can't be confronted by a large standing army. The magi are the eternal journeyman of the magic arts, never able to reach the level of other magic users. They act as skirmishers, raiders and scouts for the Order's army, fighting as hard as the Landsknechts, but never gaining the same fame.

My training as soon as I was chosen, and lasted for four years. As a Witch Hunter, I was expected to be able to identify and combat horrors of dark, to be able to investigate and locate the monsters. I learned the rites and rituals to combat certain foes, learned to smite with the power of the Seven. As a Magus, I was schooled to use magic while I fought, applying spells to my blade and shield, and to move quickly across the battlefield, harassing and reinforcing as needed. After my training, I was assigned to a squad of other Witch Hunter Magi, and we were sent off on a Crusade to beat back a demonic incursion. My first battle happened three weeks afterwards. All the training in the world did not prepare me for battle, the crash and din of steel, the cries of anger, fear and misery, the jolting feeling of sliding my sword into another man's chest.

The battle ended in our favor, thank the seven, but I was given little time to rest. My group was then called on to investigate and hunt down any fiends that survived and fled. Our groups came upon a village, a poor one that had been rampaged through by a demon. Houses were little more than rubble, broken bodies and limbs were strewn everywhere, and blood filled the streets. I...I vomited at the sight, as did most of my companions, save our leader a veteran Witch Hunter. We began searching for clues as to what kind of demon we were hunting, and we found a group of survivors hiding in a tree in the nearby woods. It was then that the demon decided to show itself. It...it demolished us, it was to powerful for a group of novice Initiates to combat, and three of my ten comrades were slayed in the first few minutes of combat. We had no hope of winning, so I did something that I don't regret. I stabbed the demon in the leg, and led it on a chase deeper into the woods. Of course, it was my luck that a storm began brewing as I ran, slowing me down and disorienting me considerably. I was lucky to find this place, though I worry of the demon finding this place.

Other:

Demon

Stands twelve feet tall and wields an ornate glaive that is taller than even itself.