Irisity

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@MissCapnCrunch hype for the ic!! Just going to work rn lol but hopefully it'll be up during my break or by the time i get off

NOVA DAWN (working title) Science Fantasy, Cosmic Adventure, Space Pirates

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OH MY GOD LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY CHARACTER

Ahem. Ship's cook! Giant Caterpillar-ish Thing! Lives on a diet of paper and cardboard! Best friend to all! Adorable and terrifying! Not a particularly talented cook, but makes up for it with enthusiasm! Might be infested with some kind of parasite!

@Hylozoist

He's cute, reminds me of the caterpillar in a bug's life lol. Fun & useless fact: when i was a kid i called them callepitars (idk why i switched the t and ll) and nobody ever corrected me so i didnt know the proper word until i was like 13, shit you not lol. I still call them callepitars sometimes

NOVA DAWN (working title) Science Fantasy, Cosmic Adventure, Space Pirates

So...anybody wanna tell me about the character theyre thinking about? I'm curious :)

Death's Gifts

Joel

Joel averted her eyes as the staff wheeled in another patient, catching the color of brownish white stains on bandages around the person's arms. It looked like mud had been strained through cloth and slapped onto his wounds, like some primitive remedy to injury. Joel jumped when the curtain between them was suddenly yanked back, almost falling out of her bed.

"Hey! Come here often?"

The girl flinched away from his positive manner; instead of making eyecontact, she stared at the twining white around his arms and legs, like a live mummy come to haunt her. Something about him felt undeniably wrong...As if his existence was against human nature.

"I don't usually find myself in the hospital, no," she found herself saying. Her voice felt dry and trite against her throat. She fought back a wince as the bruises on her neck pulsed, the throb sending an ache to her skull. She absent mindedly gripped the back of her head, the spot still sensitive from the concussion her kidnapper gave her the night she was taken. "What about you? Are you accident prone, or something?" She asked, indicating to the bandages.

Uh, hi

Hey, I'm Iris. I've always been working on large group roleplays and I'd really like to try out some more 1x1. Fantasy, scifi, apocalyptic, all that jazz, I love those. I don't really have any specific ideas in mind but PM if you're looking for a roleplaying partner!

Death's Gifts

Sorry for being a little late to the party - but I couldn't help myself. So here are my characters! I hope it's okay that she's mute, but I understand if you'd like me to change that.

Tawny Patience

Tawny Patience

|Name|

Tawny Louise Patience

|Age|

23 years old

|Gender|

Female

|Sexuality|

Bisexual

|Piercings, Tattoos, Scars|

Scar from a former lip piercing, and several minor scars from stupid things she's done in the past. Six piercings on her left ear, and three on her right. She also has a tattoo of a cross in a heart on her right arm.

|Personality|

The one thing most people find remarkable about Tawny is the fact that she doesn't talk. She is what most people call mute, and hasn't spoken a word since the day she died. She's not the sad, silent girl one would associate with the category of mute - she is, in fact, a startlingly bright and animated individual. She finds little trouble in expressing herself despite her lack of speech, and it is rare for her to not be smiling. She communicates through the use of body language and facial expressions (and, of course, her powers), which tend to be clear enough for the majority of people to understand - however, it takes someone that truly knows her to appreciate what she feels and when she wants to express it. Most find, that regardless of her optimistic nature, she still manages to obtain a lot of mystery. Whether that is a good or bad thing is up to whomever she may meet, but it is important to know that she has a good heart and will do whatever she can to help others.

|Why your character was in Renata|

Tawny had been visiting her cousin, Georgia, for the first time in over six years.

|The Circumstances of the Death|

After months of begging, Tawny finally packed her bags and got on a plane to visit her cousin Georgia in Renata. She had been disappointed at first, what with it being such a small town, and discovering - much to her surprise - that Georgia was in pretty bad shape. She had little to no money, no job, and partied 'till dawn every night. At first, she was determined to get Georgia back on her feet and to stop this parting nonsense.

But one night, perhaps a month after she had arrived, Georgia managed to slip a crushed LSD tablet into Tawny's drink. It was all just a blur of colours and thudding music and laughter after that - at least, until she managed to find her way to the roof of their apartment block. Standing on the edge of the roof, convinced that she had wings and could take off, Tawny jumped. She died as soon as she hit the ground.

|Power|

Tawny has the power to induce hallucinations in order to communicate, distract, or even cause the target to go temporarily insane. She also has the ability to see into and manipulate people's dreams. Her powers are most effective when she is within physical contact with the target, however for uses such as communication, she can transmit signals from up to 100 metres away.

|Biography|

Tawny's parents were unconventional people. They are what most people would call hippies, hence the reason for Tawny's odd name. She was a somewhat lonely child and learned how to manage on her own from a very young age due to her parents' recurring absence, leaving home to attend festival after festival without her. She was never neglected, they were just more on the 'laissez-faire' approach to parenting. She grew up knowing exactly what she wanted out of life - to help others. She volunteered for numerous charities, travelling around the world to a whole variety of warzones, starving villages and poverty-stricken communities. She didn't have an abundance of friends, maybe the odd person she would go out drinking with, so nobody really has come to visit her in hospital.

Ever since the her death, she has not spoken. Psychiatrists claim it is from the trauma of her ordeal, that she has a mental block that prevents her from opening up to people in fear of her trust being broken once more. She has tried many times to talk, but simply cannot. Whether it is something to do with her powers, or her being traumatised by her own death, she is not sure - but she is determined to figure it out.

|Other|

What else should we know?

Avis, Goddess of Dreams

Avis

|Name|

Avis, also known as Breksta in some mythologies

|Age|

Not the oldest of the old, but still pretty damn old

|Gender|

Female

|Domain|

Avis is the Goddess of Dreams, Hallucinations and the Night. She breathes life into mortal's sleep and keeps them safe from sunset to sunrise. Her reach also, more recently, has extended into the drug world - as many mortals, unknowingly, are thinning the veil between them and her through the use of narcotics. She strays them away from harm in her haven by causing them to hallucinate in their own world, ensuring that her realm is untouched by mankind as it is far too much for a mortal's mind to process.

|Personality|

Over the thousands of years of her existence, Avis has grown somewhat detached from humanity. It has been long since she has felt the warmth of love or the icy touch of hatred - the only access she has to these emotions is through the minds of the mortal world. Because of these, she has developed a fierce protective nature over mankind and will do whatever it takes to save them. She feels nothing but mild disdain towards Tawny, primarily because she knows she is far more powerful than a mere human with gifts.

|Other|

@Filthy Mudblood

Ooh, i like her a lot! And that power is very clever, go ahead and move Tawny to the character section! And post if you want to rn

Death's Gifts

Joel

The nurse lurked around her room for days, waiting for her to speak even a simple word about her death. Joel had only spoken to refuse to talk to any investigators. She figured the nurse was told to keep an eye out, try to pick her patient's brains for any information. Joel didn't utter a syllable to her, not even barely a sentence to her parents. They were almost disheartened by her simple "I love you." They had blood on their minds. They wanted revenge.
The nurse walked into Joel's room today, a fake smile plastered on her face. "Hey sweety, how you feelin' today?" She had a slight southern accent; Joel guessed she was from Georgia or Tennessee, maybe.
The college student stared at her hands, examining her pale brown complexion. It was like the the earth, like the soft clay beneath the surface. "Because of your surprising recovery, we're moving you to a community room," the nurse said as she began unhooking some things from the monitor. Joel's heart raced. Other people? What was this, an attempt on her privacy, on her right to solitude? "It'll be good to be around other patients, honey. I promise." Joel continued to stay silent as they wheeled her down the hall, her neck numb. She could still feel her murderer's hands grasped around her throat, like a noose set too tight and too rough. "All these people are a bit like you, I think." The nurse noted as they rounded a corner. Joel scuffed under her breath. Last she checked, Joel was the first kidnapping-murder case in over 50 years in Renata. Nobody was like her. "They all miraculously survived trauma beyond belief."
Joel's bed could barely fit through the doorway, but the staff pushed her through. The room was empty so far, with only a few slots open for beds. She sat and waited as the staff hooked her wires up to the machine, her arms crossed over her chest. One went and opened the window nearby, saying something about fresh air. The scent of trees and dirt drifted into the room, settling a calm over the young girl's beating heart. Maybe these people wouldn't be so bad after all, whoever they were.

Death's Gifts

IC is up, start posting!

Death's Gifts

So, I will still be accepting characters but i'll have an IC up soon to start it off

The Ragged Blades (Low Fantasy, Rated R)

Ailiyah Lakefire

Name:

Ailiyah Lakefire

Age:

32

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Personality:

Ailiyah is a no bullshit kinda girl, straight forward and unafraid of the truth. She does like to embellish and decorate her speech with sarcasm around those she doesn't favor, but to the people she trusts, she is soft and kind and loving. Her hardened outside peels away and you see the caring mother she really is. She was once a sweeter person to just about anybody, but, well...civil war doesn't just change the political realm. It changes the people.

Equipment:

Her husband's family heirloom she keeps close for good luck

Her claymore named Adeirna after her mother

Strengths:

She's especially skilled with long swords and daggers, carrying multiple of both types of blades on her at anyone time. She's also skilled in archery, as she loves to hunt big game, which also benefits her tracking ability

Weaknesses:

She has a bad left knee, causing her to go to some trouble to conceal a slight limp. An experienced enemy might be able to spot it, especially after the battle has dragged on and she has multiple injuries. Ailiyah is also susceptible to her ego, causing her to become too cocky too quick in a fight. She lets the adrenaline go to her head and makes bad decisions, something she has suffered from before in the past (her bad knee). There's also her children, Jackal and Rhyne. Not many people know she even has the capacity to be a mother, let alone actually have kids of her own, but she does. They are her ultimate secret, her true motivators. She knows if the enemy finds out about them, it's a death sentence. But she keeps on fighting, because she knows it is her responsibility to carve a better world for them.

Likes/Dislikes:

+Her boys
+Big, fat swords, the ones almost too heavy to swing
+Hunting
+The old castle of the Alber's before the royal family was assassinated

-This goddamn war
-Needle knives and swords, silver little toothpicks meant to snap
-Public executions
-Unnecessary civilian carnage

History:

Ailiyah originally came from a poor immigrant family; her father was her merchant and her mother a seamstress, both working hard to raise their children. Ailiyah was raised like any common girl, learned how to kick, bite, and punch, but also how to act in front of noblemen. A lower-class nobleman fell in love with her blunt attitude and asked for her hand in marriage. She accepted, not knowing what would come of the union. She grew to love her new husband, but he soon lost what little money he had by the time Ailiyah was pregnant with her first child. The lower noblemen were all losing money to taxes; the Albers were salvaging what little fortune they had at the time. By the time Jackal was 3, Ailiyah found out she was pregnant again, right before the murder of the royal family. Her husband was killed fighting for one of the illegitimate heirs to the thrown as Rhyne was born. Tired of these wars between petty false kings, she joined with a group of fellow commoners and learned more about armed combat, including hunting. She worked her way up the ranks and is here now.