So ah, dunno if I vague and unclear, or just honestly thought I had said...But Will's not an NPC. >.>
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Not quite finished, but thought I'd pit her up with what I've got done for you.
Emma Clarke
11 July 1908
Appearance
Emma is the essence of classic beauty, with her strong curves and delicate face and hands, though she will thoroughly deny it if anyone were to tell her she was pretty. Rather on the short side at just five foot four, a little heavy set in the hips, but other wise just curvy. Blue eyed, rather short hair, but long enough to be pulled back into a bun, a light ashy brown color. If she's talking to you she's smiling and happy, for the most part, if she's thinking or writing, she might look a little upset but it's just her thinking face.
Personality
She’s very bubbly once you get to know her, but she doesn’t talk a lot to other people, preferring the written word over the spoken. She's normally very conservative but there’s an inner personality that wants to throw away all of the old ideas and grab for the bright future. She knows a myriad of languages, ((speaks)English, French, Italian, some German phases. (reads)English, French, Italian, Latin, Spanish), all of which she sometimes feels the need to talk in to just annoy people who are annoying her, though she doesn't boast about it and likes to surprise people with what she knows. Even in her writing she'll slip in a few phrases from some language other than English.
History
The only child of a well to do family, she was raised without want though she was still taught the value of hard work and earing what you got. She was taught by the best tutors and was shown the world from an early age as she traveled with her family.
Emma Clarke
11 July 1908
Appearance
Emma is the essence of classic beauty, with her strong curves and delicate face and hands, though she will thoroughly deny it if anyone were to tell her she was pretty. Rather on the short side at just five foot four, a little heavy set in the hips, but other wise just curvy. Blue eyed, rather short hair, but long enough to be pulled back into a bun, a light ashy brown color. If she's talking to you she's smiling and happy, for the most part, if she's thinking or writing, she might look a little upset but it's just her thinking face.
Personality
She’s very bubbly once you get to know her, but she doesn’t talk a lot to other people, preferring the written word over the spoken. She's normally very conservative but there’s an inner personality that wants to throw away all of the old ideas and grab for the bright future. She knows a myriad of languages, ((speaks)English, French, Italian, some German phases. (reads)English, French, Italian, Latin, Spanish), all of which she sometimes feels the need to talk in to just annoy people who are annoying her, though she doesn't boast about it and likes to surprise people with what she knows. Even in her writing she'll slip in a few phrases from some language other than English.
History
The only child of a well to do family, she was raised without want though she was still taught the value of hard work and earing what you got. She was taught by the best tutors and was shown the world from an early age as she traveled with her family.
Okay, sounds good to me. Also, I just needed to be done with this post. It isn't my best, but I hope once we get going I'll get things flowing better. Anyways, lemme know if you do need more from me though. I'm sorry I'm so...out of it I guess. Been a while since I've started a 1x1.
Edit:I'll also get Emma up shortly
Edit:I'll also get Emma up shortly
The sky was clear, only a few trailing clouds could be seen in the blue expanse. It was a good day, a good day for flying. The Valkyrie was tethered to the docs off the peer in the great salt lake Erie. It bobbed above the water like so many others, dotting the shoreline for quite a ways around the little harbor. Most were civilian, merchant ships, ferries, passenger, freight, the whole spectrum of type and size. There were heavily armored military ones as well, but they were fewer and farther between.
The Valkyrie was close to take off. The numerous gangplank that had been leading up to it prior to help load the last of the goods were now gone and only the last one for passenger loading remained. Soon their engines would be coming to more fuller life than the idling they'd been at. Soon they'd cast off their ties and float up into the sky and off on their adventure.
Will was standing in the bridge, dealing with the last of the things before departure. Their last few passengers had not yet arrived, but they would be here soon. Then they could get on their way. He was anxious to get going, they had already been here for almost two weeks and while it was nice having stop overs, there was a limit to it too.
Emma clutched her bag to her chest as she climbed out of the car that had brought her to the ship yard. She'd been preparing for this journey for a long while, but that didn't mean she was quite prepared for it. She'd traveled a lot, she'd seen a good portion of the world, she'd spent time away from friends and family, but this was something entirely else. This was employment and discovery of a kind she'd never been on before.
But she could handle it, right? Taking a deep breath, she started up the walk to the ship, her short heels clicking on the wood as she went. When she made it to the bridge, she knocked on the door frame before stepping in. “Captain,” she said with a nod, taking his much larger hand in hers when he offered it for a shake. “I'm sorry for my tardiness, nearly left my bag behind.” She patted at the bag that now hung at her hip from her shoulder. The bag held important things that she was going to need, she had to go back for it.
He smiled and shook his head. “We couldn't have left without you, so you're just in time, Miss Clarke.”
“True enough,” she sighed. “We will be leaving shortly then?”
Will nodded and stepped back. “Shortly indeed, you know your way to your room?” When she nodded as well he smiled again and said, “Well I'll let you go settle in then.”
“Thank you, captain,” she murmured and turned on her heel to find her way to her room through the ship. She'd been there, before all her things were there aside from her one bag, and she'd been in plenty of airships. Just had to separate the others from this one. She'd figure it out in the end though.
The Valkyrie was close to take off. The numerous gangplank that had been leading up to it prior to help load the last of the goods were now gone and only the last one for passenger loading remained. Soon their engines would be coming to more fuller life than the idling they'd been at. Soon they'd cast off their ties and float up into the sky and off on their adventure.
Will was standing in the bridge, dealing with the last of the things before departure. Their last few passengers had not yet arrived, but they would be here soon. Then they could get on their way. He was anxious to get going, they had already been here for almost two weeks and while it was nice having stop overs, there was a limit to it too.
Emma clutched her bag to her chest as she climbed out of the car that had brought her to the ship yard. She'd been preparing for this journey for a long while, but that didn't mean she was quite prepared for it. She'd traveled a lot, she'd seen a good portion of the world, she'd spent time away from friends and family, but this was something entirely else. This was employment and discovery of a kind she'd never been on before.
But she could handle it, right? Taking a deep breath, she started up the walk to the ship, her short heels clicking on the wood as she went. When she made it to the bridge, she knocked on the door frame before stepping in. “Captain,” she said with a nod, taking his much larger hand in hers when he offered it for a shake. “I'm sorry for my tardiness, nearly left my bag behind.” She patted at the bag that now hung at her hip from her shoulder. The bag held important things that she was going to need, she had to go back for it.
He smiled and shook his head. “We couldn't have left without you, so you're just in time, Miss Clarke.”
“True enough,” she sighed. “We will be leaving shortly then?”
Will nodded and stepped back. “Shortly indeed, you know your way to your room?” When she nodded as well he smiled again and said, “Well I'll let you go settle in then.”
“Thank you, captain,” she murmured and turned on her heel to find her way to her room through the ship. She'd been there, before all her things were there aside from her one bag, and she'd been in plenty of airships. Just had to separate the others from this one. She'd figure it out in the end though.
I honestly hadn't looked >.> Been having a tough time getting my brain to get the ideas out of my head. but yeah, he's good. I'm pretty open to expansion to the world by you, this is colab story telling after all ha. So unless it's something totally insase, you can add what you like 
And philosopher's stone it is. Will Otto be joining up now, or have been on for a while? It makes no difference to me, just was curious to what you had planned.
And philosopher's stone it is. Will Otto be joining up now, or have been on for a while? It makes no difference to me, just was curious to what you had planned.
☆ Helena ☆
“You can always sit with me, Annabeth,” Helena said with a small nod of her head that she instantly regretted. Oh how her head hurt. And nodding was not at all helping with the pounding that was going on in it just now. Though food was helping some and she murmured a thanks for the honey that she started to pour over the remains of her breakfast.
She glanced up as the others spoke and Baulder struggled with eating by not chewing well. “Chew,” she cautioned him, chuckling at his struggle some once it was clear he'd be fine. “No one is going to take it from you, you can take your time.” Why was it men always felt they needed to eat as quickly as possible lest someone come and take their unfinished portion from them.
Also, of the following, which sounds the best to go after?
Helm of Darkness/ Hades helmet
Excalibur
Apollo bow
Philosophers stone
Fountain of youth
Bag of winds
Helm of Darkness/ Hades helmet
Excalibur
Apollo bow
Philosophers stone
Fountain of youth
Bag of winds
So got frustrated with my writing last night, decided to whip this guy's up instead, got another one to go as well, but going to try for the IC first.
William Axford
9 September 1893
Appearance
Tall, broad shouldered, and generally built like a working man. Strawberry blond hair kept just outside of military standards, light blue eyes set in a handsome face. Few scars here and there, along with a few tattoos. One of his daughters name above his heart, a phoenix across his shoulder on his back, and a naked valkyrie one his right inner forearm.
Personality
Will is a bit of a bastard sometimes, and for the most part doesn't really like to spend lots of time in large groups of people. He's fine with a few people for long times but public spaces start to bother him if he's in them too long. He's rather caring to people he's close to, overly protective almost of them. He treats women amazingly well despite still being a bit of a sleaze sometimes when he talks to them.
History
Born the eldest of far too many, childhood was rough and made him tough. He left home as soon as he could and didn't look back really. A few years before the war broke out, at seventeen he became a father. But that only encouraged him to enlist and ship out.
He served on the front lines for a few yearsbefore moving on to airship service where he found his stride, quickly rising up the ranks. A year before the cease fire was called, he injured fairly badly in battle and he was still in recovery when the fighting stopped. When he was up again he'd been discharged and he took the offer from one of his former officers as captain of one of his civilian vessels. He has since captained the Valkyrie ever since.
9 September 1893
Appearance
Tall, broad shouldered, and generally built like a working man. Strawberry blond hair kept just outside of military standards, light blue eyes set in a handsome face. Few scars here and there, along with a few tattoos. One of his daughters name above his heart, a phoenix across his shoulder on his back, and a naked valkyrie one his right inner forearm.
Personality
Will is a bit of a bastard sometimes, and for the most part doesn't really like to spend lots of time in large groups of people. He's fine with a few people for long times but public spaces start to bother him if he's in them too long. He's rather caring to people he's close to, overly protective almost of them. He treats women amazingly well despite still being a bit of a sleaze sometimes when he talks to them.
History
Born the eldest of far too many, childhood was rough and made him tough. He left home as soon as he could and didn't look back really. A few years before the war broke out, at seventeen he became a father. But that only encouraged him to enlist and ship out.
He served on the front lines for a few yearsbefore moving on to airship service where he found his stride, quickly rising up the ranks. A year before the cease fire was called, he injured fairly badly in battle and he was still in recovery when the fighting stopped. When he was up again he'd been discharged and he took the offer from one of his former officers as captain of one of his civilian vessels. He has since captained the Valkyrie ever since.
Alright, OOC up, also, if you feel like, this is my basic CS, put it up at your leisure, as you wish.
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