Exie

This Is Our City (Dark Heroes) // Season 1

Name: Charlie Wilcox

Nickname (if any): N/A

Appearance:


Age: 23

Height: 5'7

Weaponry/Equipment:

Toxins
Smoke Bombs
Hydrogen Cyanide
Tear Gas
Laughing Gas
Mace

Explosives/Firearms
Grenades
Rocket Launcher
Twin Handguns

History: Charlie was born into wealth and raised her whole life with the privileges that came with it. Her father, Leonard Wilcox, was a wealthy business tycoon. His primary, and more public, steel companies were innocent enough in nature. However, it’s rumored that Wilcox has been involved in shady weapons deals for a number of years. Charlie’s mother, Julia Scott-Wilcox, was the heiress of her own small fortune and remained mostly ignorant of her husbands illegal business practices in the earliest years of their marriage. It wasn’t until she neared the end of her life that Julia began to grow suspicious of Leonard.

Julia’s violent death occurred early on into Charlie’s teenage years. She left her daughter the majority of her fortune, and a note expressing her doubts over her husband and her growing fear for her own life. In her grief, Charlie’s already cold and neglectful relationship with her father grew into outright hatred. As per her mother’s advice, she kept quiet about his guilt until she turned 18 and was finally able to control her own money and leave her childhood home behind.

Once she was on her own, Charlie made her home in a tasteful apartment building, which was much more modest than the surroundings she had grown up in. To distract herself from her bitterness (and boredom) Charlie spent a lot of nights in questionable company and atmospheres, party hopping from elite VIP social events, to grungy underground gatherings. As she began visiting the more unsavory parts of the city, Charlie came to understand the danger it posed much more intimately. Her first experience defending herself awakened a taste for excitement in Charlie, and momentarily satisfied the rage that had been developing in her since her mother’s death.

Charlie dedicated some of her time and money into her childhood interest of chemistry. Though not inclined towards formal education, she funded her own small lab with a discreet team of scientists to develop her own arsenal of explosives and other toxins. Once adequately armed, she began pursuing and putting down criminals, spurred towards vigilantism by an odd sense of revenge towards the city that took her mother. It’s also worth noting that she engages in violence, in no small part, for the sense of euphoria that comes with the brief release from her bitterness, and for her own entertainment.

Charlie continues to research the situation surrounding her mother’s murder, and the crimes allegedly committed by her father.

Personality: Charlie is explosive, like her weapons. She is bold, outgoing, not easily intimidated, and doesn’t back away from a challenge. She is also flirtatious and finds the humor in most situations. Despite her lightheartedness, she is deceptively clever and skilled at manipulating situations – and minds – in her favor. Though she's technically one of the good guys, her morals remain unclear.

The Hidden People

@KuroTenshi Sounds okay to me! No need to apologize. Kaori's just cranky because she got stabbed and kidnapped. No big deal. Hahaha. (:

The Hidden People

Kaori silently watched as Rikive refused her. She was statuesque in her quiet: cold, breathless and still. She could have argued, but at this point, she was growing weary of their constant bickering. The most reaction she could manage towards Rikive's power trip was minor irritation. At least with vampires, someone gave an order and everyone followed. It didn't speak highly of the group to realize that even the chaos of vampires was more organized than this.

"I am not going to-"

Then the whole dynamic of the room changed. Kaori stiffened as Parael underwent his transition. Not many things made her anxious, but this did. In a physical fight, Kaori was fast, strong and clever, and a reliable asset. Against this sort of dark magic, vampires held very little advantage.

She watched as the man shrank and shrank, into the size of a toddler. He whined, and Rikive attended to him.

In the aftermath, the room felt thick with tension. Kaori clenched her hands against her knee, being careful not to blood-stain the sleeves of her mothers vintage robe. "It seems to me that you could use all the help you can get," Kaori began. Her tone was very matter-of-fact as she stated the obvious, "You brought me here, not the other way around. If you don't want my help, I'd be happy to leave."

The Hidden People

@Trinais You keep calling my character Exie xD

Edit: Trying to keep things brief because I figured you guys are trying to move on to the next stage. Please excuse the small post. : )

Island of Blood(Survival RP) {ACCEPTING} -----Crypt's Island

Name: Wynter "Wyn" Stonewall

Profession: Nursing Student/Clinic Intern

Appearance:


Height/weight: 5'2/125 - Short & Curvy

Skills: Medicine, Fishing, Camping

Starting location: Beach Home

Bio: Clint stonewall was a capable and kind doctor, even in his earlier years of practice. He was an attractive man, but not in the way that doctors are portrayed in movies. He had begun developing wrinkle lines as early as his mid-twenties. They grew in the space where his eyebrows knit together when he focused through a pair of rimless glasses, engrained there by years of study and days spent in concern over his patients. His dark hair - which had started to recede - and naturally light skin-tone were bronzed by his days spent in the sun. It was so unlike the woman he would meet on a destined day at the lake. Her fiery hair could not possibly grow anymore red; her fair complexion only freckled in the daylight, concentrated at the bridge of her nose and growing outwards. Her name was fittingly Autumn.

The doctor was bewitched by her immediately, and the two feel deeply, sincerely in love. Their engagement came fast, and the birth of two daughters came soon after - Wynter and Summer. Tragically, their fierce happiness was fated to be cut short. After the birth of Summer, Autumn was found cold one morning in her bed. It is believed that she died from some rare illness, but the details of her death are still unclear.

Dr. Stonewall suffered deeply over the loss of his wife, but managed to cling to his love for his children to pull him through. Though his time was limited as a single parent, he did everything he could to provide his daughters with direction in their lives. He got them involved in things like dancing, and girl scouts to provide them with female mentors in their childhood. When he did have ample time to spend with them, he taught them many things about his work and shared his outdoor hobbies with them. Often, they camped at the lake where he first met their mother.

As a young girl, Wynter's heart was filled with compassion over the compelling tales of her fathers patients, and her mind was always bursting with curiosity on those odd days when he allowed the girls to accompany him to work and sit in his office. As her childhood wonderment matured, she began to question the circumstances of her mothers sudden death. She felt drawn to field of medicine, both to understand the loss of her mother better, and to be able to preserve and comfort others. She felt she would best fulfill this purpose as a nurse. Wynter began a nursing program immediately following high school and has completed the majority of her study, but is currently taking some time to work as a volunteer intern at the clinic where her father began his career.

Personality: Wynter is a rather soft personality type. She is reserved and soft-spoken, but bright and compassionate. She is sometimes easily frightened and not inclined towards violence, but able to work efficiently in a crisis.

Relations: N/A

Personal Items: A small medical bag filled with various first-aid items.

This Is Our City (Dark Heroes) // Season 1

I hope you're still accepting, because I'm working on a CS : )

Island of Blood(Survival RP) {ACCEPTING} -----Crypt's Island

Name: Wynter "Wyn" Stonewall

Profession: Nursing Student/Clinic Intern

Appearance:


Height/weight: 5'2/125 - Short & Curvy

Skills: Medicine, Fishing, Camping

Starting location: Beach Home

Bio: Clint stonewall was a capable and kind doctor, even in his earlier years of practice. He was an attractive man, but not in the way that doctors are portrayed in movies. He had begun developing wrinkle lines as early as his mid-twenties. They grew in the space where his eyebrows knit together when he focused through a pair of rimless glasses, engrained there by years of study and days spent in concern over his patients. His dark hair - which had started to recede - and naturally light skin-tone were bronzed by his days spent in the sun. It was so unlike the woman he would meet on a destined day at the lake. Her fiery hair could not possibly grow anymore red; her fair complexion only freckled in the daylight, concentrated at the bridge of her nose and growing outwards. Her name was fittingly Autumn.

The doctor was bewitched by her immediately, and the two feel deeply, sincerely in love. Their engagement came fast, and the birth of two daughters came soon after - Wynter and Summer. Tragically, their fierce happiness was fated to be cut short. After the birth of Summer, Autumn was found cold one morning in her bed. It is believed that she died from some rare illness, but the details of her death are still unclear.

Dr. Stonewall suffered deeply over the loss of his wife, but managed to cling to his love for his children to pull him through. Though his time was limited as a single parent, he did everything he could to provide his daughters with direction in their lives. He got them involved in things like dancing, and girl scouts to provide them with female mentors in their childhood. When he did have ample time to spend with them, he taught them many things about his work and shared his outdoor hobbies with them. Often, they camped at the lake where he first met their mother.

As a young girl, Wynter's heart was filled with compassion over the compelling tales of her fathers patients, and her mind was always bursting with curiosity on those odd days when he allowed the girls to accompany him to work and sit in his office. As her childhood wonderment matured, she began to question the circumstances of her mothers sudden death. She felt drawn to field of medicine, both to understand the loss of her mother better, and to be able to preserve and comfort others. She felt she would best fulfill this purpose as a nurse. Wynter began a nursing program immediately following high school and has completed the majority of her study, but is currently taking some time to work as a volunteer intern at the clinic where her father began his career.

Personality: Wynter is a rather soft personality type. She is reserved and soft-spoken, but bright and compassionate. She is sometimes easily frightened and not inclined towards violence, but able to work efficiently in a crisis.

Relations: N/A

Personal Items: A small medical bag filled with various first-aid items.

This Is Our City (Dark Heroes)

Looks interesting. : ) Keeping an eye on this.

The Hidden People

Kaori observed the banter between the hunter and the ghostly girl with mild amusement. “For the record; I haven’t threatened you since you woke up,” Gray directed at her from behind the oddly comical mask. She didn’t need to see his face to know he was probably smirking, she could sense that in his voice.

The faintest trace of a smile crept onto her pink lips. This chase would be thrilling. It would be a shame when it came to a close, and the hunter’s life ended. Briefly, she fantasized about the possibility of savoring his life, keeping him in her service. Something about that picture seemed wrong, though. She had never been a fan of the mindless company of thralls. Would his blood taste as sweet if he couldn’t defend himself? No, his life would come to a dramatic, climax of an ending, and it would be all the more satisfying because of its ferocity.

Beth’s words pulled her from her daydream like a bucket of ice water, "Can you believe him?" Something about her opposition to Gray sparked a flame of possessiveness in Kaori – an animal protective of its kill.

She took the words "Shower's free," as the groups concession to her conditions.

Rather than dwell here, and divulge sensitive information to a risky, rag-tag group of desperate supernatural beings, Kaori wanted to sprint from the room in the direction of the shower. She was a lone-wolf by nature. It was natural to prefer her privacy as she recovered. The cleansing touch of water would wash away the red soaked into her skin and matted in her midnight hair. She would be strong and radiant when she emerged, her most comfortable state.

But instead, she resigned to her task when Beth piped up again, "Anyone else like to share?" Kaori looked out into many a pair of eyes that watched her expectantly, as if she were a goose about to lay a golden egg.

She perched on the edge of a small table near the corner of the room, her leather-clad legs crossing one over the other. She didn't want to display it, but she was still feeling rather weak, and the breaking of her bounds had cost more of her energy than she cared to let on.

"If Rikker died at the hands of Charles Gordon, I'm afraid your problems have multiplied," she began. She felt as if she were a teacher in the midst of a group of children, eager for their story.

She continued, "From what I've heard, he used to be pretty notorious for his duels. It's an old fashioned tradition, no one really gets involved except for old vampires with a sense of 'honor' or something, but Gordon's were especially ugly. I've personally never met him - he's probably closer to the three times my age - but from what I've heard, he's ruthless in a way that makes Rikker look like a kitten." She paused, considering for a moment, "Rikker was...sloppy as a leader. Too distracted with profit. Gordon is a military man. Imagine if you took the raw power of a vampire and organized them, made them into soldiers. That's what you'll be dealing with if Charles Gordon is involved. Plus, he knows you're coming."

Casually, she lifted a hand to touch the shaft of her long hair, assessing the mess of blood that had caked some of the locks together. She was desperate for that shower. “I may have some information that could help you even the playing field...there’s a storehouse in the city that de Lacy used to keep heavily guarded. I can’t say for sure what’s inside, but whatever it is must be either extremely valuable or lethal. With the recent power change, I’m guessing no one’s claimed it yet.” She looked up at the group expectantly, “I can take you there, if we’re all clear about my terms?” she pressed, making it clear that she wanted their explicit agreement.

Crypt's Island (Island Survival RP)

Looks interesting : )