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Okay, I'll write up a CS. Hope I can make it in!
Is it too late to join? I'm interested!
True. Maybe it would effect how they interact? Kiena could have seen him without them actually meeting in the past. She would probably remember his face since it's so different
Done editing. Is it okay now?
BKburke: I just realized that lol Maybe that could play a role in the RP, hmm? They do have similar pasts.
BKburke: I just realized that lol Maybe that could play a role in the RP, hmm? They do have similar pasts.
Name: Kiena Alevi
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance:
Affinity: Air
Bio: Kiena was born in northern Sadan, where she grew up until she was 13. Her parents abandoned her at that age because they had no money and she was old enough to (hopefully) survive on her own. Thus, she was sent out into the world with just the clothes on her back. At first it seemed hopeless because she had no money and couldn't get a job. After a year, her wandering brought her to Begua, where she learned how to craft simple weapons and tools. From there, she managed to start a small shop on the edge of the kingdom near her old Sadan Empire home.
Things seemed to be looking up at last, but when Kiena was 16 her shop was raided by bandits and she lost everything again. She headed back up to northern Sadan to try to restart her business in her homeland, but nothing worked out. No one seemed to want her crafts. Despairing and starving, she almost considered turning to prostitution to get by, but instead she decided to cling to her last bit of hope and push northward to the Tribes. Surely the barbarians there would have some use for the tools and weapons she was selling. Kiena began trying her hand at being a wandering merchant. It worked out better than Sadan, but she was still barely scraping together enough money to feed herself two times a day. Eventually she came upon the castle of the Ironwolves where she met Cross. She tried selling him her simple wares, and he pitied her desperation, so he took her in. The Ironwolves became her new family where she could finally start her life over anew.
During her first three years with the Ironwolves, Kiena worked almost exclusively on stopping bandits and thieves. She felt it was her way of getting revenge for what bandits had done to her in the past. When she was 19, she began to expand to other missions. She was put in the squad of another Ironwolf girl, Victoria. They became fast friends and worked well together on missions. Everything progressed normally and without much excitement for the next few years, until Victoria lost her life on an unusually perilous task. They had underestimated their enemy, and the result was the deaths of half the squad. Kiena barely escaped, herself. Distraught by the loss of her friend, she took a couple weeks to regroup. Now she is looking to join a new squad and get back out on the field.
Skills/Spells: Kiena is agile and stealthy and can make her own tools if she needs to. She is a good navigator from her years spent wandering. She also mastered a few simple air spells.
Equipment: Sword, bow, black cloak, satchel, small amount of money, rope
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance:
Affinity: Air
Bio: Kiena was born in northern Sadan, where she grew up until she was 13. Her parents abandoned her at that age because they had no money and she was old enough to (hopefully) survive on her own. Thus, she was sent out into the world with just the clothes on her back. At first it seemed hopeless because she had no money and couldn't get a job. After a year, her wandering brought her to Begua, where she learned how to craft simple weapons and tools. From there, she managed to start a small shop on the edge of the kingdom near her old Sadan Empire home.
Things seemed to be looking up at last, but when Kiena was 16 her shop was raided by bandits and she lost everything again. She headed back up to northern Sadan to try to restart her business in her homeland, but nothing worked out. No one seemed to want her crafts. Despairing and starving, she almost considered turning to prostitution to get by, but instead she decided to cling to her last bit of hope and push northward to the Tribes. Surely the barbarians there would have some use for the tools and weapons she was selling. Kiena began trying her hand at being a wandering merchant. It worked out better than Sadan, but she was still barely scraping together enough money to feed herself two times a day. Eventually she came upon the castle of the Ironwolves where she met Cross. She tried selling him her simple wares, and he pitied her desperation, so he took her in. The Ironwolves became her new family where she could finally start her life over anew.
During her first three years with the Ironwolves, Kiena worked almost exclusively on stopping bandits and thieves. She felt it was her way of getting revenge for what bandits had done to her in the past. When she was 19, she began to expand to other missions. She was put in the squad of another Ironwolf girl, Victoria. They became fast friends and worked well together on missions. Everything progressed normally and without much excitement for the next few years, until Victoria lost her life on an unusually perilous task. They had underestimated their enemy, and the result was the deaths of half the squad. Kiena barely escaped, herself. Distraught by the loss of her friend, she took a couple weeks to regroup. Now she is looking to join a new squad and get back out on the field.
Skills/Spells: Kiena is agile and stealthy and can make her own tools if she needs to. She is a good navigator from her years spent wandering. She also mastered a few simple air spells.
Equipment: Sword, bow, black cloak, satchel, small amount of money, rope
Thanks! I hope more people join this so we can get off the ground
Name: Drea
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Animal: Panther
Appearance: Drea is about 5'7" in height with a slender, lean build. She has jet black hair and striking golden eyes. She prefers to wear clothes that doesn't restrict her mobility, and as a result, she tends to dress in sleeveless shirts with short pants. Drea never wears makeup, but she has dark lining around the edges of her eyes that make it seem like she's wearing a bit of eyeliner.
Attributes: When she transforms, Drea gains the tail and claws of a panther. Other non-physical traits that she has include sharpened senses of hearing and smell. She is also a fast runner and extremely agile with quick reflexes.
Bio: When Drea was a small child, her parents warned her about the animal anomalies and that she should stay away from them because they were cursed. Because of this, she always tried to deny the little voice in her mind that said she was different. She dreaded to find out that she was one of them. Sadly, that's exactly what happened.
On her 12th birthday, Drea was playing hide-and-seek with a few of her friends. She always won that game because she could her them coming from a great distance away and would change hiding spots long before anyone checked where she was last (but she never told her friends that). While she was hiding in a tree during one of these games, she felt an odd tingling wash over her body. When it passed, at first she didn't know what happened. Everything seemed fine, so she quickly forgot about it. Suddenly, Drea heard her friends approaching in the distance. She needed to get higher up in the tree or they would see her. She reached up to grab the next branch above her, then froze. Her fingernails were long and pointed like claws. Startled, she stepped back with her foot and missed the branch, yelping as she plummeted from the tree. As she fell, Drea twisted to hit the ground on her knees and forearms. She got up shakily and examined herself for injuries, and that was when she saw the tail. Drea clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. She heard someone call her name. Her friends were getting closer; they must have heard her scream when she fell. She couldn't let them see her in her current state, so she fled until she learned how to hide her beast-like characteristics.
Since that incident, Drea had successfully kept her animal side hidden from the rest of the village, even her own parents. That is, until a few days ago. She was out in the forest, hunting food for her family. She had her tail and claws out - her senses were heightened the most when she was transformed - and was hyper-focused on a rabbit that she was targeting, so she didn't notice the man come up behind her. He noticed her though and with that, her secret was exposed. When Drea went back to Iren later, she was met with an armed mob. She was forced into exile in the forest, where she currently remains.
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Animal: Panther
Appearance: Drea is about 5'7" in height with a slender, lean build. She has jet black hair and striking golden eyes. She prefers to wear clothes that doesn't restrict her mobility, and as a result, she tends to dress in sleeveless shirts with short pants. Drea never wears makeup, but she has dark lining around the edges of her eyes that make it seem like she's wearing a bit of eyeliner.
Attributes: When she transforms, Drea gains the tail and claws of a panther. Other non-physical traits that she has include sharpened senses of hearing and smell. She is also a fast runner and extremely agile with quick reflexes.
Bio: When Drea was a small child, her parents warned her about the animal anomalies and that she should stay away from them because they were cursed. Because of this, she always tried to deny the little voice in her mind that said she was different. She dreaded to find out that she was one of them. Sadly, that's exactly what happened.
On her 12th birthday, Drea was playing hide-and-seek with a few of her friends. She always won that game because she could her them coming from a great distance away and would change hiding spots long before anyone checked where she was last (but she never told her friends that). While she was hiding in a tree during one of these games, she felt an odd tingling wash over her body. When it passed, at first she didn't know what happened. Everything seemed fine, so she quickly forgot about it. Suddenly, Drea heard her friends approaching in the distance. She needed to get higher up in the tree or they would see her. She reached up to grab the next branch above her, then froze. Her fingernails were long and pointed like claws. Startled, she stepped back with her foot and missed the branch, yelping as she plummeted from the tree. As she fell, Drea twisted to hit the ground on her knees and forearms. She got up shakily and examined herself for injuries, and that was when she saw the tail. Drea clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. She heard someone call her name. Her friends were getting closer; they must have heard her scream when she fell. She couldn't let them see her in her current state, so she fled until she learned how to hide her beast-like characteristics.
Since that incident, Drea had successfully kept her animal side hidden from the rest of the village, even her own parents. That is, until a few days ago. She was out in the forest, hunting food for her family. She had her tail and claws out - her senses were heightened the most when she was transformed - and was hyper-focused on a rabbit that she was targeting, so she didn't notice the man come up behind her. He noticed her though and with that, her secret was exposed. When Drea went back to Iren later, she was met with an armed mob. She was forced into exile in the forest, where she currently remains.
I like the idea of this. I'll add a CS in a bit!
Name: Florence Reiner
Age: About 120
Appearance:
Faction: Vampire
Job: N/A
Bio: Florence was born in 1894 in England. Her parents were upper class members of society, and thus expected her to be a "proper young lady". They raised her with strict rules of etiquette and punished her harshly when she did something wrong. Feeling crushed beneath the weight of all their expectations, she ran away at the age of 18. She remembers fleeing to the forest with the distant sound of her parents' servants calling out her name in pursuit. Everything else is fuzzy... A curved tree root - the flight of her breath as she hits the ground - a violent impact against the small of her back (perhaps the stomp of a foot?) - a piercing pain in her neck...
When she came to, she found herself back in the town in an alley. Beside her lay the body of a man. A puddle of blood was next to his shoulder. She remembered being frightened senseless, and brought a hand to her mouth to stifle a scream. She was startled to feel something poke her finger. Florence gingerly explored the cause of the poke to discover a fang. Wait... not just one, but four! The book "Dracula" had only been published a few years prior. Florence had read it only a year ago, so it was still fresh in her mind. She recalled the legend of vampires clearly, but didn't quite believe it yet. Surely it was all fake, right? Then she noticed a puddle of water not too far away. Trembling, she crawled over to the little pool of water and peered down at her reflection. When she saw the face that stared back at her, she swooned.
[Present Day]
Florence currently lives in the forest just outside of Brooksfield, Colorado. She mostly keeps to herself, avoiding both humans and others of her kind. Even though she's been a vampire for over a hundred years now, she still is appalled at the idea of drinking blood and tries to suppress her occasional cravings. Because of this, she has only killed four times (including the man in the alley). Florence recently heard about the process of becoming an ID vampire but is apprehensive about approaching a member of the Protectors, so she's settled for her humble life in the Colorado wilderness.
Personality: Many people would mistake Florence to be a shy girl because she doesn't speak often, but she's usually just lost in thought or daydreaming. She takes a while to warm up to people, but when she does, she proves to be more of a talker and can be fairly quick witted. Florence is also a bit ditsy, but she is incredibly intelligent when she applies herself. For the most part Florence is peaceful, however she does have a sharp tongue when she is in a debate or rebuking someone.
Family/Relationships: N/A
Weapon(s): N/A
Other: N/A
Age: About 120
Appearance:
Faction: Vampire
Job: N/A
Bio: Florence was born in 1894 in England. Her parents were upper class members of society, and thus expected her to be a "proper young lady". They raised her with strict rules of etiquette and punished her harshly when she did something wrong. Feeling crushed beneath the weight of all their expectations, she ran away at the age of 18. She remembers fleeing to the forest with the distant sound of her parents' servants calling out her name in pursuit. Everything else is fuzzy... A curved tree root - the flight of her breath as she hits the ground - a violent impact against the small of her back (perhaps the stomp of a foot?) - a piercing pain in her neck...
When she came to, she found herself back in the town in an alley. Beside her lay the body of a man. A puddle of blood was next to his shoulder. She remembered being frightened senseless, and brought a hand to her mouth to stifle a scream. She was startled to feel something poke her finger. Florence gingerly explored the cause of the poke to discover a fang. Wait... not just one, but four! The book "Dracula" had only been published a few years prior. Florence had read it only a year ago, so it was still fresh in her mind. She recalled the legend of vampires clearly, but didn't quite believe it yet. Surely it was all fake, right? Then she noticed a puddle of water not too far away. Trembling, she crawled over to the little pool of water and peered down at her reflection. When she saw the face that stared back at her, she swooned.
[Present Day]
Florence currently lives in the forest just outside of Brooksfield, Colorado. She mostly keeps to herself, avoiding both humans and others of her kind. Even though she's been a vampire for over a hundred years now, she still is appalled at the idea of drinking blood and tries to suppress her occasional cravings. Because of this, she has only killed four times (including the man in the alley). Florence recently heard about the process of becoming an ID vampire but is apprehensive about approaching a member of the Protectors, so she's settled for her humble life in the Colorado wilderness.
Personality: Many people would mistake Florence to be a shy girl because she doesn't speak often, but she's usually just lost in thought or daydreaming. She takes a while to warm up to people, but when she does, she proves to be more of a talker and can be fairly quick witted. Florence is also a bit ditsy, but she is incredibly intelligent when she applies herself. For the most part Florence is peaceful, however she does have a sharp tongue when she is in a debate or rebuking someone.
Family/Relationships: N/A
Weapon(s): N/A
Other: N/A
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