Innis

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Basic Information

Name:

Elizabeth (Liv) Themis

Age:

22

Nationality:

American

Ethnicity:

Caucasian

Sex:

Female

Height:

5’5

Weight:

116 lbs

Eye Color:

Green

Hair Color:

Black

Physical Disabilities:

• Missing left arm to the shoulder socket

Physical Identifiers

• Left arm is bionic
• Right arm, neck, and shoulder tattooed in a repeating design
• Has a disconcerting habit of mumbling to herself

Appearance:

Liv is a small woman with a runner’s frame: lithe and with little muscle. Her most prominent characteristic for most is her left arm which is completely cybernetic to the shoulder. This high-functioning model can implement a few useful tools, but needs constant maintenance. Liv is almost always found in sleeveless clothing because of the difficulty in getting her metal arm into sleeves and because of the nature of her work as a mechanic. This choice in clothing also shows off the sleeve of tribal tattoos on her right arm that curl up her neck and right shoulder blade. The grease monkey is hardly ever found in a state of real cleanliness, and her hands and fingernails are permanently stained with the fluids from the machines she spends most of her time working on. Liv’s thick black hair is usually found pulled up and out of her way, though loose strands often find their way free just to annoy her. Perhaps the most unsettling part of Liv’s appearance, however, is her tendency to constantly talk or sing to herself in nonsensical rhymes.

Biography

Elizabeth Themis was born to a happy if poor family in a small community outside New York City. She and her sister, Robin were raised predominantly by their father, after Liv’s mother, Ada, died from Ovarian Cancer when Liv and Robin were 6 and 4 years old respectively. Losing one’s mother is a terrible tragedy, but as it happened when the girls were so young, the loss was something they learned to accept fairly quickly. As for their father, well, Mark had the girls to live for.

Mark Themis was a talented mechanic in their small community and both girls grew up helping him in the garage, a place as dear to them, or more so, than their home. Liv, however, took to the work like she was born to do it. Even when Robin lost interest in the garage as the two entered their teen years, Liv continued to spend most of her time away from school working on cars and bikes and machines.

So really, it shouldn’t surprise you when I say that's how Liv lost her left arm. It happened quickly; one day while working in the black of the garage by herself, Liv’s sleeve got caught on some junk parts going into the hydraulic press before being sold as scrap metal. Her entire arm was crushed and later amputated at the socket.

Liv would have been without an arm forever because her family didn’t have the money for cybernetics, but she grew up in a special, tight-knit community, who raised the money for a nice cybernetic arm replacement while she was in the hospital. One morning Liv woke from anaesthesia to find that the empty place her arm once occupied had been replaced by a shining machine. She cried, knowing she wouldn’t have to give up her career.

After finishing high school, Liv managed to score a scholarship for young women from low-income families who wished to study engineering. She excelled in the first three years of her course work, but during the summer before her final year, cancer struck at their little family again, and both Liv and Robin returned home from college to care for their father.

While the Themis family fought against cancer, the world around them began to fall apart: black rain, ferocious living things, a failing of infrastructure. Just as her father seemed to be getting better, the hospitals closed and Liv began to get desperate. When word came of Refuge opening, she convinced her father and Robin to travel with her to the relative safety it offered.

They did alright for most of the journey, traveling in the old family car during the day and staying still and silent during the long nights until they ran out of gas not far from the Refuge. That first long night away from the car spelled disaster for the Themis family. The girls were separated from their father in a race to get away from the ghouls— a race they didn’t quite win. Liv had just squeezed into a tight hiding space in the rubble of the streets when the ghouls caught up. She watched them tear apart her sister, and spend the rest of the night trying to get in to tear at her.

The next morning, scavengers from Refuge found Liv wandering the streets, singing lullabies to herself. Sometime in the night, her mind had broken, and it hasn’t quite mended itself, despite care from the doctors and physiologists at Refuge. Out of mercy or pity, the workers from Refuge to her back with them, where she was given a place to work once her abilities with machines were made known.

Extended Information

Residence:

Her Garage

Profession:

Mechanic

Aligned Faction:

Blank for now

Relatives:

• Mark Themis (Missing)
• Robin Themis (Deceased)

Personnel Data

Weapons:

• A pair of scavenged 9mm pistols, with a few custom upgrades
• a wicked knife she cut out of old car parts

Equipment

• Mechanic’s tool set (including a few specialty attachments for her arm)

Miscellaneous

• A dented, oval locket on a long chain she wears tucked beneath her clothing

Trade Skills:

• Mechanic
  If it has moving parts, Liv can probably fix it. She has the most experience with vehicles, however she has been experimenting with upgrading tools and weaponry as well. She’s worked on everything from solar power to robots, just don’t ask her to work on your home A.I. unless you want it cussing like a sailor every time you give it a task.
• Cybernetic Maitenance
  When it became a necessity to receive her arm, Liv set out to make herself an expert in the maintenance of cybernetic limbs. Today she’s the Refuge’s officially unofficial expert on cybernetic maintenance, upkeep, and upgrades.

Talents & Hobbies:

• Singer
  Liv has a beautiful, full voice, but she hardly ever sings where you’d hear her.
• Gunslinger
  Liv is a more than fair shot with her two pistols.
• Runner
  When not in her garage, Liv is often seen pelting the circumference of the Refuge. If you bug her about it, she may admit that it quiets the voices.

Limitations:

• P.T.S.D Induced Mental Instability
  
  If you were wondering about the reason for Liv’s shifty eyes and uncanny muttering when you met her, here’s the reason. She was never quite the same after seeing her little sister torn apart by ghouls on their way to the Refuge. Liv’s disorder may not affect her skill as a mechanic, but it makes her unpredictable at best. Some days are almost normal, where she spends the majority of others curled in a ball, reliving the horrors she experienced before Refuge. In combat, Liv is even less predictable: sometimes she fights with skill, sometimes she’s paralyzed with fear, and other times she flies into a berserker rage and won’t follow orders.
• Size Matters
  
  Perhaps partly due to her mental instability, Liv is thin and not very strong. When faced with any obstacle that requires brute strength to cross, she will lose. Her cybernetic arm is no real help in this situation either, because while it does have the ability to use certain tools and attachments, it is no stronger than your average human arm, and it takes time and tools to fix regularly.

Looking for Literature

Greetings, Guildies!

I am interested in finding a partner for a literary two-step, a waltz of words, or as the kids call it these days, a 1v1. My interests are many and varied, though usually of a darker nature, and I prefer dancing with writers above the age of 18 due to the possibility of mature content. The level of writing must be, of course, advanced, so be prepared for in-depth plots and characters, longer posts, and exemplary writing. As a personal preference, I'd like any potential partners also to be able to play a number of characters, in order to increase the size and scope of our stories. I am much more comfortable playing female leads when dealing with any sort of romantic pairing and I'm not into same sex romance. I am here for the story, for a pairing of artful language and clever plot, with the pinch of newness one gets from working with another mind. If this sort of literary tête-à-tête appeals to you, then I shall eagerly await your private message.

Sincerely,
A Hapless Harpy

Take a Gander Among a Few Ideas:

A Dance of Swords: An Amazonian warrior has been taken captive by a group of Roman soldiers and is then given to a prominent general-politician as a gladiator. Will she be able to survive the ring? Will he be able to survive the dark plot being put in place by his colleagues? They might just have to work together.

Dark Dystopia: This roleplay has fewer set plot elements, so interested parties should be opinionated and prepared for some joint world building. The idea is some conglomeration of ideas like The Giver, The Hunger Games, Brave New World, and Divergent, but for grownups.

Pirates' Prize: Just imagine wind in your hair, sea spray on your lips and any number of morally ambiguous questions weighing heavily (or not so heavily) on your salt-encrusted shoulders. I'd like something exciting for this one: a race for power and treasure, opposing parties on every side, and a pleasantly convoluted plot line.

I'm also interested in hearing any ideas from the science fiction, fantasy, steampunk, modern crime, and dystopian genres.

If you are interested:

1. PM ME.Please do not post here.

2. Let me know which of my ideas you are interested in

-OR-

3. Give me a description of your ideas, as brief or detailed as you please.

4. Send me a writing sample from any roleplay you've done, so long as it is not your character's first post.

The Gladiators of Arlen

Alia

Alia of the Knife

”Honor's expensive and I’m low on funds.”

Profile

Full Name: Alia Noname
Titles/Nicknames: of the Knife
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Hair Color: Sandy blond
Eye Color: Grey
Height: 5’4
Weight: 112lbs

Appearance:

In a word, plain. Alia is short and slender, relatively unscarred, and unremarkable. Nothing in her appearance gives any indication of her more lethal abilities except perhaps the way she moves. She has a certain economy of movement that one typically only finds in cats, thieves, and expert swordsmen.

Personality:

Alia is cunning, secretive, and solitary when at all possible. She has little or no patience with others and even less trust. The knife fighter says little, and never repeats herself. Her temper is vicious and quick to appear, but then again, so is her sense of humor.

More than one person has dubbed Alia stubborn and unfriendly, and this is undoubtedly the reason she works solo rather than with a gang of thieves. Her wily intelligence would be priceless in any criminal organization if only she could compromise on a point once it's been made.

Combat

Strength: 3
Dexterity: 9
Intelligence: 7
Cunning: 8
Magic: 3
Willpower: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 1

Weapons of Choice: Two wicked looking knives the length of her forearm

Daggers

Armor/Combat Apparel: A leather half-breastplate, leather fighting skirt and matching bracers and grieves. Unlike the pictures, all of her armor has a stuffed, worn appearance.

Armor

Fighting Style:

In combat, Alia’s strengths are her speed, her ability to quickly assess an opponent, and her ability to attack stealthily. She is vicious with her knives but is not much of a match for anyone when it comes to brute strength. This makes her bad at defensive positions that require her to be exposed for the safety of others. She also cannot attack from a distance, apart from throwing a knife: her one magical ability only enhances her melee attacks or allows for retreat. In a team fight, Alia is best used for her cunning in the planning stages, or simply let to attack at will. Due to her speed and Cloak ability, she can also quickly come to aid other members of her team.

Magical Affinity: Shadow

• Spell 1: Cloak – For a short amount of time, Alia can make herself near invisible. This works best when not moving or when in shadowed places.

Legacy

Place of Birth: Verum, Oriens
Social Status: Criminal
Alignment: Fire

History:

The first few years of Alia’s life might as well be ancient history for all she knows about them. She has no memory of either parent, any siblings or any family for that matter. The earliest memories she has are of growing up in the shadows of the prosperous city of Verum, where she joined a small roving gang of other street kids to survive.

Alia’s education started early. After becoming a member of the small unnamed group of orphans and runaways, Alia was quickly taught to pickpocket, a skill she took to with ease. Her small, lithe form and quick fingers meant that she excelled at relieving the wealthy of their purses. Fighting came much harder, and at the expense of plenty of cuts and bruises.

Over time, Alia’s stubborn, secretive nature got her kicked out of gang after gang, until she finally decided that she would be better off on her own anyway. The young woman continued honing her skills in thievery, and eventually, knife fighting, until she earned such a reputation that those on the criminal side of the law started dubbing her “Alia of the Knife,” no little feat considering her small stature and unimpressive appearance. She has little to worry about in the way of bruises these days.

The problem, however, is that stealing in the city of Verum just isn’t as profitable as Alia would like it to be. She's interested in a more comfortable way of life: fine wines and plush carpets and no more sleeping in dark alleys. So, shortly before the tournament in Risha, Alia bought a horse, stole back the money, and headed to the coast.

Now, the thief just has to convince a sponsor that she’s more than a street rat in secondhand armor. Winning should be the easy part.

The Gladiators of Arlen

I based my character off St. Alia of the Knife, a character from Frank Herbert's Dune. It kind of wouldn't make sense if Alia of the Knife didn't use knives... :/

The Gladiators of Arlen

Alia of the Knife

Alia of the Knife

”Honor's expensive and I’m low on funds.”

Profile

Full Name: Alia Noname
Titles/Nicknames: of the Knife
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Hair Color: Sandy blond
Eye Color: Grey
Height: 5’4
Weight: 112lbs

Appearance:

In a word, plain. Alia is short and slender, relatively unscarred and unremarkable. Nothing in her appearance gives any indication of her more lethal abilities except perhaps the way she moves. She has a certain economy of movement that one typically only finds in cats, thieves, and expert swordsmen.

Personality:

Alia is cunning, secretive, and solitary when at all possible. She has little or no patience with others and even less trust. The knife fighter says little, and never repeats herself. Her temper is vicious and quick to appear, but then again, so is her sense of humor.

More than one person has dubbed Alia stubborn and unfriendly, and this is undoubtedly the reason she works solo rather than with a gang of thieves. Her wily intelligence would be priceless in any criminal organization if only she could compromise on a point once it's been made.

Combat

Strength: 3
Dexterity: 9
Intelligence: 7
Cunning: 8
Magic: 3
Willpower: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 1

Weapons of Choice: Two wicked looking knives the length of her forearm

Daggers

Armor/Combat Apparel: A leather half-breastplate, leather fighting skirt and matching bracers and grieves. Unlike the pictures, all of her armor has a stuffed, worn appearance.

Armor

Fighting Style:

In combat, Alia’s strengths are her speed, her ability to quickly assess an opponent, and her ability to attack stealthily. She is vicious with her knives but is not much of a match for anyone when it comes to brute strength. This makes her bad at defensive positions that require her to be exposed for the safety of others. She also cannot attack from a distance, apart from throwing a knife: her one magical ability only enhances her melee attacks or allows for retreat. In a team fight, Alia is best used for her cunning in the planning stages, or simply let to attack at will. Due to her speed and Cloak ability, she can also quickly come to aid other members of her team.

Magical Affinity: Shadow

• Spell 1: Cloak – For a short amount of time, Alia can make herself near invisible. This works best when not moving or when in shadowed places.

Legacy

Place of Birth: Verum, Oriens
Social Status: Criminal
Alignment: Fire

History:

The first few years of Alia’s life might as well be ancient history for all she knows about them. She has no memory of either parent, any siblings or any family for that matter. The earliest memories she has are of growing up in the shadows of the prosperous city of Verum, where she joined a small roving gang of other street kids to survive.

Alia’s education started early. After becoming a member of the small unnamed group of orphans and runaways, Alia was quickly taught to pickpocket, a skill she took to with ease. Her small, lithe form and quick fingers meant that she excelled at relieving the wealthy of their purses. Fighting came much harder, and at the expense of plenty of cuts and bruises.

Over time, Alia’s stubborn, secretive nature got her kicked out of gang after gang, until she finally decided that she would be better off on her own anyway. The young woman continued honing her skills in thievery, and eventually, knife fighting, until she earned such a reputation that those on the criminal side of the law started dubbing her “Alia of the Knife,” no little feat considering her small stature and unimpressive appearance. She has little to worry about in the way of bruises these days.

The problem, however, is that stealing in the city of Verum just isn’t as profitable as Alia would like it to be. She's interested in a more comfortable way of life: fine wines and plush carpets and no more sleeping in dark alleys. So, shortly before the tournament in Risha, Alia bought a horse, stole back the money, and headed to the coast.

Now, the thief just has to convince a sponsor that she’s more than a street rat in secondhand armor. Winning should be the easy part.

The Gladiators of Arlen

I have one question: do only beasts have alignments? There's a place for it in the sheet and I wasn't sure if I needed to put something there for my human char or not.

Before you lies the circus...

So did I! I want this to be its own thing, completely separate from that universe though.

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Innis, your picture works strangely well for something I have planned.

@CollectorOfMyst

Always glad to be of service ;)

The Gladiators of Arlen

I am definitely interested!

Before you lies the circus...

The Waltz

Before you lies the circus.

It is still, the heavy canvas of its striped candy walls does not move at the force of wind blowing around you, pushing at you persistently from behind. The towering oaks to your either side bend their great backs to its power as if they pay homage to the sprawling mass of gaudy lights and garish fabric before them. Perhaps they know what you do not, oh naive child, that tonight as you feed your incessant drive for easily attained entertainment, you will graze the truly awe-inspiring. You will come so close to real magic that it will taint you, but in your simple ignorance, you will leave without actually discovering the dark mysteries within. One could even say that particular privilege of understanding belongs solely to the Ringmaster and his performers, and it holds them more securely than any prison.

But you knew that already, didn't you?

As easy as it may be to imagine the delight of those looking from the outside in, you won't forget the truth, you poor, trapped creature. The intoxicating magic of these stripped walls binds you more closely than chains ever could.

---

So what I'm proposing is something like the Night Circus, if it was directed by the Phantom of the Opera and in a world where magic was not subtle and all imaginable supernatural creatures existed hidden among us. The characters would all be performers, while the mysterious Ringleader directs the running of his circus from afar, through occasional letters. I am open to someone creating a Ringleader character to work with me in the direction of the story.

Who's interested?