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Moss awoke with a start, as was usual. Even being nudge awake wasn't unheard of for her, though it usually meant something bad was about to happen. So when her eyes shot open, and she saw that she was in fact not in the alley of the train station, but in fact what looked to be the stomach of some old forest home, her reaction was a tad...extreme.

When Chris prodded her she shot up instantly, scrambling away from him with no heed or attention paid to those she might have run over. Distance, she needed distance from this strange man with odd-looking glasses. Her eyes scanned the room, not for information, but for protection. She saw the massive column at the center she could maneuver around, but for the most part there were only books and maps. All of the furniture was nailed down, which at first she didn't understand. It wasn't until she made a run for the table that the sway of the boat made her stumble, and the realization only made her run faster. It wasn't going to be much, and if this guy was armed as well she was going to have a bad time, but she'd had them before.

She grabbed the hammer, then whirled around to face the man who'd woken her. "Fok'n get back!" she shouted, holding it tight in one hand, the other held out like some sort of defense. "I swear to Christ I'll bash ya god'm head in, where the hell am I?"

Oh god, there were others too. She hadn't noticed it at first but there were more people strewn about the floor. They all looked so strange, even the businessmen that came to San Francisco didn't look like them. Moreover, she'd been far from the coast, she didn't even know anyone who owned a boat. How the hell had she slept through this.

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You can do it Mok!

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Excitement!

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Name: Moss

Age: 18

Appearance: Moss is a ratty child. She’s just below average height and slim as any hunger-borne kid could be expected to be. Being an Irish immigrant hasn’t afforded her much in the way of a healthy living, but it has given her a lean layer of muscle hidden beneath her scrawny form. Red hair so dark it might be blood is chopped short upon her head, and usually sits beneath a rugged old bolero that’s seen its share of fair and foul weather.
The most striking thing about her physical appearance is doubtlessly her eyes; two nearly reflective icy-blue orbs often give people the impression that she’s always sizing them up.

Occupation: Con artist

Personality: Moss is a bit cheeky in all of the things she does. She’s a fair share pugnacious and a fair share diplomatic, but whether she’s playing you in a game of cards with a cold deck or getting ready to go fist-to-fist, it can be said for certain that she’ll be doing it with a silver tongue. Well, as silver as something can be when it’s tarnished with cursing and other such vile.
All in all Moss is a bit of a bitter pill. She doesn’t take much seriously, and when she does it’s hard to tell whether she’s being patronizing or sincere. And though “loyal” is never a word that could be attributed to her, when she does happen to hold someone close enough to be considered a “friend”, she’s loathe to see them hurt to any serious degree. That doesn’t mean she won’t lie or cheat or steal from them, but she might feel a bit bad about doing afterwards, and might slip a few coins their way later on.

History: Once upon a time Moss ran with a caravan of gypsies, comprised mostly of Irish, Spanish, and Slavic immigrants. As with most of the children in the caravan, they were parented by more or less anyone who would give them the time of day. This led to her having to get a loose grasp on a few languages, which never really stuck, and in the end most of her time was spent around an Irish boxer and a Spanish “magician”.
As far as parental figures went, the boxer made a good enough mother, and for the brief time that the Spaniard was around he at least gave her a few tricks to build on.
Had she herself stuck around for long after her sixteenth birthday, she might have wanted to follow in the Irishwoman’s path. After all, scrapping was fairly common in the caravan, and Moss had gotten into her fair share of brawls with some of the other kids. But in the end she just couldn’t keep still, and somewhere in the mess of the California gold rush she broke away from the caravan and made a home for herself in San Francisco.
Home here meaning that she spent the following two years scamming fools from their gold with little more than her wit and a deck of cards, which never, ever left her person.

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I've just finished mine as a matter of fact! I think the posting time must have been just a bit late xD

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Name: Moss

Age: 18

Appearance: Moss is a ratty child. She’s just below average height and slim as any hunger-borne kid could be expected to be. Being an Irish immigrant hasn’t afforded her much in the way of a healthy living, but it has given her a lean layer of muscle hidden beneath her scrawny form. Red hair so dark it might be blood is chopped short upon her head, and usually sits beneath a rugged old bolero that’s seen its share of fair and foul weather.
The most striking thing about her physical appearance is doubtlessly her eyes; two nearly reflective icy-blue orbs often give people the impression that she’s always sizing them up.

Occupation: Con artist

Personality: Moss is a bit cheeky in all of the things she does. She’s a fair share pugnacious and a fair share diplomatic, but whether she’s playing you in a game of cards with a cold deck or getting ready to go fist-to-fist, it can be said for certain that she’ll be doing it with a silver tongue. Well, as silver as something can be when it’s tarnished with cursing and other such vile.
All in all Moss is a bit of a bitter pill. She doesn’t take much seriously, and when she does it’s hard to tell whether she’s being patronizing or sincere. And though “loyal” is never a word that could be attributed to her, when she does happen to hold someone close enough to be considered a “friend”, she’s loathe to see them hurt to any serious degree. That doesn’t mean she won’t lie or cheat or steal from them, but she might feel a bit bad about doing afterwards, and might slip a few coins their way later on.

History: Once upon a time Moss ran with a caravan of gypsies, comprised mostly of Irish, Spanish, and Slavic immigrants. As with most of the children in the caravan, they were parented by more or less anyone who would give them the time of day. This led to her having to get a loose grasp on a few languages, which never really stuck, and in the end most of her time was spent around an Irish boxer and a Spanish “magician”.
As far as parental figures went, the boxer made a good enough mother, and for the brief time that the Spaniard was around he at least gave her a few tricks to build on.
Had she herself stuck around for long after her sixteenth birthday, she might have wanted to follow in the Irishwoman’s path. After all, scrapping was fairly common in the caravan, and Moss had gotten into her fair share of brawls with some of the other kids. But in the end she just couldn’t keep still, and somewhere in the mess of the California gold rush she broke away from the caravan and made a home for herself in San Francisco.
Home here meaning that she spent the following two years scamming fools from their gold with little more than her wit and a deck of cards, which never, ever left her person.

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Awesome! I'll have one by tonight :)

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Is this still open to new players by chance?

Low-Fantasy RP set in 1914 Paris [High Casual-Advanced]

This looks very interesting, count me in if you decide to go through with this!

Enigma [Sci-Fi/Fantasy] [ Still Accepting ]

Hey this looks cool! Was wondering if it's still open to new players?