Engel

Roses & Laughs

Could you work some on your grammar though? I don't mean to be too hard about it, but you don't need to rush posts.

Roses & Laughs

I don't mind them being a bit different as long as it's not taken too far. That sounds fine.

Roses & Laughs

Poison Ivy shrugged at the sarcastic remark. It didn’t require much from someone to pick the low hanging fruit and throw at her, so she was more disappointed that Harley decided to act like the rest of them. She frowned when Harley said that she’d gotten rid of the Joker and his abusive ways. Oh, this again. How many times had she heard her say something similar before? How many times had Ivy told her that he was no good? There were probably at least one other insane individual out there who could love Harley, so she’d never understood why she let herself get treated that way.

She didn’t allow herself to pity Harley, even if she got the feeling the woman wanted her too. In the end, she was just another human. Besides, she was responsible for her decision to stay with him for as long as she had despite what others advised her to do. Ivy crossed her arms below her chest when she said that this time she wouldn’t be going back to him. It wasn’t amusing for her to watch Harley like this, but she couldn’t be sure she was telling the truth either. Maybe in Harley’s mind it was the truth in that moment. What if the Joker decided he wasn’t done with her though, and came searching for her? What would she do then?

Admittedly, it was tempting to sic her darlings on Harley. She would have done it if Harley hadn’t been as careful with them as she was. Instead Ivy was left with the choice whether to allow her to enter the gardens or turn her away. Anyone else she would have turned away, not even listened to for this long, but she had some sympathy for the woman. Ivy had been in a similar situation once, what felt like a long time ago now.

“Mhm, I escaped from that dreary place with some help. I missed my darlings too much to stay for as long as I was sentenced.” Poison Ivy said, replacing her frown with a smile. “Of course they did. It just wouldn’t do if my babies couldn’t handle themselves. The world can be such an awful place after all, filled with evil and humans.”

Ivy went silent for a moment after that, considering what to do. Eventually, she let out a sigh. “Fine, you can come in. I don’t really have any bed for you to use. It is a lovely garden, devoid of most human necessities.” She stepped aside so Harley could enter. “The sprinkler system is on. And Harley, I won’t take kindly to it if you betray me when and if the Joker comes looking for you. I’m sure we can get through this together, but just a little warning for you.”

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I was waiting for Skye to react to what Elise said.

Roses & Laughs

Probably wait some.

Roses & Laughs

Hope it's fine.

Roses & Laughs

Poison Ivy had reclaimed and cleaned up the botanical gardens after getting out of the Asylum. It was quite offensive to her that someone else had dared to set foot in her domain while she was gone, what was worse was that they seemed to have fought with her babies, but she’d find them and have her revenge soon. Her babies had done a fine job defending themselves and the gardens, but no matter. People who hurt her darlings deserved anything she could come up with. She wanted more than that though. It wasn’t enough that a few people paid for trespassing in her home. It wouldn’t be enough until she’d seen humanity on its knees, brought down by the very thing it would never stop destroying – nature.

Ivy turned on the sprinkler system to give her babies water and nutrition, then sat down on a bench to enjoy it with them. It wasn’t long afterwards that she became aware that someone was approaching the gardens. The plants told her. Those who’d grown so large that they had burst through the walls and the ground, growing sprouts and flowers in the nearby vicinity outside. It was a marvel to behold the destruction they’d caused on a human structure, and continued to do the more they grew.

She was prepared to use force on whoever it was this time, but decided to wait until they entered. It would be difficult for them to get away if they did step inside. Some of her more carnivorous darlings needed food too. Surprisingly, the individual shouted for her to open and knocked on the door. Ivy wasn’t as surprised by who it was, as Harley might be one of the few people who didn’t just barge in anymore. Perhaps the times she’d ended up caught in vines had taught her something. Harley was also one of the few, maybe only, humans she didn’t outright hate. She wasn’t sure why the woman had come to visit her though, or if she should let her in.

Ivy remained silent and motionless at first, but got up when Harley said she was leaving. There was no harm in asking why she’d come to visit, maybe she had something important to tell her. The door was opened behind Harley as she began to walk away by one of the vines. Ivy soon emerged, and placed herself in the door. Her body was somewhat soaked after she’d relaxed in the sprinkler system, but it didn’t bother her and felt good.

“Ah Harley, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Poison Ivy said, and leaned against the wall. “It’s been a while since I had such a late night rendezvous with anyone.”

Don't Look Back | dee & Engel

She should have shoved a hand into Peridot’s mouth to keep her from screaming. The gem had even told her she’d call for backup, so she’d been aware that it was a possibility. Kunzite hadn’t taken the threat entirely serious, because she figured Peridot would end up in trouble as well if she couldn’t handle her own prisoner. It didn’t take long for her to regret that she hadn’t gagged Peridot. Two Jaspers showed up, tackled her off of Peridot and shot her with the destabilizer. She didn’t have much of a chance to react to the latter before everything went dark.

Kunzite woke up in another containment cell, uncertain of how much time had passed since they’d poofed her. It could be days, maybe even months or years. It was difficult to tell time when she was nothing more than a pink gem. It was darker in this prison than on Peridot’s ship too. She curled up in a ball with her back against the wall, and put her head between her knees. What now? Why was she still alive? Were they going to torture her before sealing her away forever in a bubbled gem?

She soon noticed approaching footsteps, and heard Peridot’s voice speak her name. Déjà vu, she thought, as she looked up at the other gem on the other side of the destabilizer field. Kunzite didn’t answer the question at first, rather she responded with her own. “Did you come here to gloat, Peridot? Are you that petty?” She stuck her tongue out at her. “Maybe it was fun for me, beating a weak gem like yourself up.” She shook her head after a brief moment, and turned away. “Nah, I’m not as high on power as yourself. I don’t find pleasure in showing up at someone else’s prison for no reason.”

Kunzite didn’t bother telling Peridot to leave or asking if she had an actual reason to be there. She figured the gem wouldn’t give her an answer, and stay as long as it took for her to get over the fact that she had been beaten. If she did have a reason, she’d probably tell her that anyway, not that Kunzite cared much anymore.

Roses & Laughs

Ivy

Yare Raiders MC (Outlaw Biker RP)

Emer O’Byrne

Character Theme – N.W.O.
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Emer is 165cm, small and somewhat lanky, even if she’s got some muscle. She may appear as an easy and weak target at first glance, but her twitchy and erratic behaviour combined with the large facial scar tends to make people think twice about trying anything. She often gives the impression that she’s unpredictable, not all there and dangerous. Her body is covered in a number of self-inflicted scars which she’s cut in places where they’d be easy to cover up with clothing. She’s got a few tattoos on the arms and back as well.
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【Full Name】
Emer O’Byrne

【Nick-name?】
Cutter

【Gender】
Female

【Age】
36

【Sexuality】
Homosexual

【Birth Place】
Dublin, Ireland

【Club Status】
First X and Treasurer

【Profession】
Tattoo artist

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【Personality】
Emer is ambitious, clever and capable. She’s owned her own tattoo studio for the last few years. It used to be a dream for her when she was younger, which she would often talk about at parties whenever someone asked her what she did for a living but never do much to actually achieve. She used to do a lot of drugs at the numerous parties she frequented as well. Her personality changed rather abruptly after she’d turned 30, due to an incident where she woke up with a broken face and hazy, horrible memories. Emer could never prove what had happened that night or who might have done it to her. It did give her a cold and hard attitude towards life though, where humans were trash and if she wanted something she would simply have to become strong enough to take it without concern for anyone else. She stopped doing most drugs after the incident and rarely drinks, but might still do ecstasy or LSD in private settings when she feels the need. She’s kind of addicted to cutting herself, and loves the large scar on her face. Even if it was possible to remove it, she’s grown too fond of it by now.

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【History】
Emer O’Bryen was born in Dublin, Ireland and she still has a very clear Irish accent. She lived her life in Ireland until she was 19 years old. At which point she fell in love with the singer of an unknown English band, who convinced her to come with the band on tour around the UK. It wasn’t the best idea, but she accepted anyway. The first few months were fine, but problems soon arose when she found the singer, her supposed girlfriend, in bed with someone else. It ended violently and Emer fled thinking she would end up in prison if she didn’t find some place to hide. No charges were ever filed against her for beating up the singer though, perhaps out of a feeling of guilt.

The following year was a dark void with no escape. Emer fell in with the wrong crowd after that, an underground group that spent their time doing little else than partying, fucking and doing drugs. They either got money for all of it by committing crimes, hosting parties or getting their parents to pay for it. It was some of the best and worst years of her life. She knew she was worthless scum, but drowned such thoughts with drug abuse or sex.

It was at one of the parties her gang hosted that she first met Hector. She found him pleasant enough to interact with that they slowly grew to become friends. They lost contact for a couple of years though, and when they met again Emer had accomplished more than she’d ever planned too. She owned her own tattoo studio and was doing very well for herself compared to what her past had looked like. She was still very much a part of her old crowd at that point. Hector offered her to become a part of his motorcycle club, as she knew how to run a legal successful business and had a few criminal contacts. Emer didn’t take him seriously at first, but was eventually convinced. It would be two salaries if nothing else. She took to it surprisingly fast and easy.

Emer is technically married, even if she tries her best to ignore it. She also has a girlfriend, which she only gives a little more attention to than her wife. The two don’t actually know about each other yet, and she hopes to keep it that way. She sleeps around with random women too. She doesn’t have much time to do many tattoos personally anymore, but has hired two employers for her studio which takes care of it most days. Unfortunately, it ends up with her mostly doing the business side of things and that can get boring to say the least.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Emer’s become very adept at inflicting pain on others, and find it amusing to torture someone every once in a while. She knows her way well around blades, how to stab or slash with precision, how to fight with one, but strangely also how to skin an animal or scalp a human. She’s got an imposing presence and might put others on edge just by being around them. She’s a great tattoo artist too after years of training.

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【Equipment】
Clothing
Emer mostly wears dark T-shirts or tank tops, with leather pants and the club’s leather jacket. She doesn’t care much for dressing up or standing out more than the jacket makes her do. Some of her shirts has the names and logos of different bands, with tour dates on the back. She wears a pair of black boots on her feet.

She carries a knife set roll with her pretty much everywhere. The one she carries with her only has eight knives in it, but she does own a much larger collection.

Bike
Emer rides a custom Harley Davidson chopper. Its main colours are black and gold.

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【Opinions】
Club Direction
Emer wants the club to expand so it can make more money. She cares little for where such money would come from in the end, but certainly enjoyed the extortion she was allowed to do under Hector when any of their clients who were supposed to pay for protection didn’t want too. She isn’t all that interested in the club becoming a legal business, as she already owns one and sees the club as her hobby where she can do what she wants. Emer obviously thinks she should be the new president, but wouldn’t necessarily come out and say it directly. She would probably prefer to undermine anyone else’s claim to the title, and make herself appear the best choice that way.

Other Members
Will fill out eventually