Firetiger3

STONES

:o FIRETIGRESS YOU HAZ NOTICED MEEE :D

I FEEL PROUD!!

@AiyvaGuard

SENPAI HAS NOTICED YOU

Yooo side note, if my character picks a fight with someone or does something, I don't hate you, please don't hate me.

STONES

Saira looked over the note again before tucking it into the crook between her vest and her shirt. She was quite surprised how the letter found her, after all, she was constantly on the move. But then again, Kettle had a strange way of knowing things, out of all people she'd be the one able to find her. Kettle spoke of some sort of discovery, and with her sort or enthusiasm, how could Saira say no? Besides, it wasn't like she had any better place to be, and she deserved some sort of excitement in her life. Saira stretched her arms high, sucking in a deep breath of air before swinging her lute onto her back and patting down her pockets to check her possessions. It would be a long journey, the Blunderbuss Café was quite a ways from where she was, if she was thinking of the right place. While never having visited such a place before, she was convinced she has heard its name come up once or twice in conversations. Well, no matter, Saira had traveled here and there and somehow managed to survive this far, she'd probably be able to make it to the meeting point as well.

She didn't have the money on her to rent any sort of noble steed, but she did hitchhike for quite a way there. The locals were always so nice, save for the few that didn't really appreciate her presence, but luckily that was few and far in between. Walking the entire way, while possible, wasn't her favorite choice. Ever she had injured her leg in the "accident", she avoided walking prolonged distances if she could. The rides she took were never "free", per say, she always insisted in strumming some sort of tune to liven up the ride at least a little. One of the travelers was even transporting a magnificent harp for a noble in a distant land. It was quite gorgeous, really, supposedly made of solid silver with string woven with the fires of the rare chimera. While Saira was fairly certain that was all but true, the harp created a beautifully haunting melody as she plucked idly at the strings.

However, her companions came and went like the wind, it seemed, everywhere had somewhere else to be, and speaking of, she did too. It was just her luck that some merchant also happened to travel through the Desert of Glass, but they parted soon enough. The desert really reminded her of home, what with the searing heat and sand, it was practically the same thing! The desert was the easy part, but the Marshes were another story. Every step seemed to soak her boots in mud and drag her deeper and deeper down into the ground. It took her a while to reach her destination, mostly because of the last leg of her journey, but she did indeed make it. And she knew it for certain when she spotted that large, unmissable cameldragon (and a few other animal companions) tethered right outside the door. Saira won't lie, she shrieked with joy and sprinted the rest of the way. Flinging off mud at the doorstep, she ran a quick hand through her hair to tame it again before yanking the door wide open to let herself in.

It was pleasantly packed, and it seemed Kettle had invited people from far and wide. And, not to mention, people she had encountered before. Only once or twice, but the coincidence was still amazing. But all that could wait until later. Saira made a beeline for the tables packed with food, marveling over the treats that she both did and did not recognize. This. This made it almost worth it.

STONES

NAME: Saira Khouri

ABSTRACT:
The bard attacks! Enemy A takes 21 damage!
An overly talkative bard trying to make the most of this world.

INTENT:
To spread the joys of music, and to learn to master a wider variety of instruments.

FIRST ADVENTURE:
As a bard, Saira has been here and there, but it wasn’t until later in her life that she gathered up the courage to travel across country borders and far away from her homeland. She originates from a rather well known city in the desert, known as a center of trade. She packed up her things, and made way into greener pastures. Literally.

HOW DO YOU KNOW KETTLE?
Not too long after she left home, Saira was playing outside of a bar before the owner “asked” her to leave. Low on finances at the time, she hesitated, but obliged, rather than make a scene of things. However before she packed up her case, Kettle threw in a few coins and even asked her to drink with her in the bar she had just been asked to leave. After, Saira would see Kettle around town and they would drink and share stories until they both had to leave town.

WHY DID KETTLE PICK YOU?
Saira has the ability to make friends spectacularly quickly, she’s really rather social, and through this, she is often able to find out things rather quickly. While there are certainly language barriers, she believes that music can break through to anyone.

HOW DO YOU KNOW Silcia Nonorie?
Well, Saira wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but she does know that someone was mad at her. And it didn’t end well. To be quite honest, she probably wouldn’t be alive today if Silcia hadn’t happened by and healed her right up. She’ll never walk quite the same, but that’s still much better than the whole dying of blood loss and all.
@AiyvaGuard

HOW DO YOU KNOW Leon Marquise?
Okay, to be fair, Saira was hungry, how was she supposed to know he was going after the same animal she was after? Well, that being said, she didn’t get the kill, but she did manage to get him to chop off a leg or so and split dinner.
@SiliconColt

STONES

Yoooo this sounds so awesome! I've had my eye on this for a while, but I've waited until I had some time to make a cs.

Hider

NAME: Saira Khouri

ABSTRACT:
The bard attacks! Enemy A takes 21 damage!
An overly talkative bard trying to make the most of this world.

INTENT:
To spread the joys of music, and to learn to master a wider variety of instruments.

FIRST ADVENTURE:
As a bard, Saira has been here and there, but it wasn’t until later in her life that she gathered up the courage to travel across country borders and far away from her homeland. She originates from a rather well known city in the desert, known as a center of trade. She packed up her things, and made way into greener pastures. Literally.

HOW DO YOU KNOW KETTLE?
Not too long after she left home, Saira was playing outside of a bar before the owner “asked” her to leave. Low on finances at the time, she hesitated, but obliged, rather than make a scene of things. However before she packed up her case, Kettle threw in a few coins and even asked her to drink with her in the bar she had just been asked to leave. After, Saira would see Kettle around town and they would drink and share stories until they both had to leave town.

WHY DID KETTLE PICK YOU?
Saira has the ability to make friends spectacularly quickly, she’s really rather social, and through this, she is often able to find out things rather quickly. While there are certainly language barriers, she believes that music can break through to anyone.

HOW DO YOU KNOW Silcia Nonorie?
Well, Saira wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but she does know that someone was mad at her. And it didn’t end well. To be quite honest, she probably wouldn’t be alive today if Silcia hadn’t happened by and healed her right up. She’ll never walk quite the same, but that’s still much better than the whole dying of blood loss and all.
@AiyvaGuard

HOW DO YOU KNOW Leon Marquise?
Okay, to be fair, Saira was hungry, how was she supposed to know he was going after the same animal she was after? Well, that being said, she didn’t get the kill, but she did manage to get him to chop off a leg or so and split dinner.
@SiliconColt

Cosmic terror–Of Atem and Meta.

Name: Amaria Bercuzo Original faction Meta Current faction: Meta Gender: Female Picture of the Terraverse he/she comes from: (Waiting for example) Reflective Cosmological Equal: A born and bred Atemmortal, Siphon Girdoni, proud of his power and not afraid to show it. His heart is loyal and true, he will give up everything for what he believes. Appearance: Aramia has pitch black skin with long white hair and two curved silver horns protruding from the side of her head. She has red eyes with abnormally small pupils. On her tongue is the tattoo of a rather elaborate tree contained in a small circle, a tradition as well as a symbol of power passed down through her lineage for generations. History: Her family has always instilled a sense of honor and pride in her, a rule that her entire family followed. It was trained into her from the moment she could comprehend words, and since then kept this about her at all times. Besides this, her parents trained her well in other skills, including fighting and basic survival. Inventory: Other: ((Also a WIP))

Just Some RP Ideas

Bump

The Night Life

Charlotte gave a last glance to the man on the floor. Hopefully, he wasn't strong enough to break those ties, but she wasn't too worried. Most people didn't have the strength shown in movies where the protagonist could rip through rope with ease. Well, now that he was out of the way, they had at least one hostage to refer back to. The wound his his ankle may hurt, but it most likely wouldn't kill him, as long as the bleeding stopped soon. As long as he stayed alive for another few hours, that would be fine. After all, when it was all over with, they had no real use for the man, he was most likely going to get shot once they dragged information from him.

Another look around her proved there were still some people left to gun down. Charlotte didn't bother to count, but she was sure it was significantly less than before. Well, speaking of that, the clean up process was probably going to be a hassle as well, one that she wasn't too particularly excited about. But that was after, she had to start to concentrate on the now. It looked like there was still some trouble around the slot machines. Of course, the place with the least supervision. At least at tables, there was one or more people behind the counter.

Devon had walked up to her, asking if they should team up. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea," she said with a nod and a slight grin, "We should hit the area around the slots. It looks like there are still people to take down over there." She quickly folded her knife again and tucked it into her pocket before taking cover behind one of the penny slot machines. Two men stood on top of the machine, demanding money and chips from the nearby patrons. From the bulky look of their suits, it looked like these two were actually prepared with bulletproof vests. Either a headshot, or take out a leg and make them fall. "I got the one on the right!"

The Night Life

Both accepted!

The Psychic Refugee said
Is there a doorman/security-type yet? I'm somewhat interested.

As Pathfinder said, none so far, feel free to go ahead with that!

The Night Life

Charlotte didn't consider herself as someone who swore a lot, but shit. There happened to be a lot more of them than she originally thought. Like dominoes tipping over, more and more masks seemed to be popping out of the crowd. Nothing they couldn't handle, probably, they had all gone through this drill many times before. No need to panic right? Yeah, sure. Gunshots rang throughout the room, and she was certain that most of them belonged to her fellow workers, based on the collapsing of bodies she didn't recognize. As she drew her 96, two of the four patrons in front of her stood up, pulling a mask over their faces and reaching for their weapons.

She scowled, she knew something was off about them, shifty eyes an restless hands should have told the whole story. Before the first one could aim at her, she sent a bullet right between his eyes, and another at his chest for good measure. His friend, older but not wiser, made the mistake of watching the whole scene instead of taking action. As soon as he seemed to realize what was happening, he bolted. The other patrons had escaped sometime after the first masked man made his appearance, hopefully they hadn't gotten shot, Dusty Roads had a reputation to uphold, after all.

She hopped the counter, eyes trained on the escaping crook, heading for the nearest door, or even better, an exit. Glancing down at the pistol, she decided she did have enough bullets. But why waste them? Besides, she wanted some answers first, better to get it sooner than later. Instead of shooting, Charlotte reached into her boot, drawing a folded knife. She flipped open the blade and flung the weapon at his ankles, causing the man to crumple to the ground and scream in pain. As soon as she caught up to him, she twisted the knife and withdrew it, instead placing her foot on the open wound and grinded it harshly. Sure, it was cruel, but at least it meant he wouldn't be escaping anytime soon.

"Tell me who you're working for." she demanded, pointing the gun between his eyes. When the man, although visibly shaking, refused her, she drew her foot back and kicked his injured ankle. A scream. And yet he still refused. Charlotte furrowed her brow, beginning to become annoyed. Who was good at torture? Or maybe they would have to save this one for later. Whichever one, they were going to get the information. A quick blow to the temple, and the man was out cold. Producing a ziptie from her pocket (those things were always handy to carry around), she bound the man before glancing around her. It looks like there was still some people to be taken care of.

The Night Life

Post when you feel comfortable with it, maybe after a few other people have gone. Waiting for everyone is a little tedious.

KiraTheRogue said
Name: Kira Rebook
Age: 23
Gender: F
Likes/Dislikes: Likes Most People, Dislikes Liars
Position: Bartender
Weapon: Small Magnum and a Switchblade
Special: Assassian
Personality: Witty, Outgoing
History: She is was born into the gang life and has grown up in the casino
Pic/Description: She has long black hair with a mist blue eye color. She has a scar on her face from a knife fight. She wears the bartending outfit.
Other: None

Could you perhaps add a bit more to your description, personality, and history?