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STATUS: I'm baaaack! Sorry to anyone I disappeared on, but judging by my subscriptions, the others disappeared too. If I was doing any 1-1s with people who want to continue them, hit me up! 8 yrs ago
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I'm baaaack! Sorry to anyone I disappeared on, but judging by my subscriptions, the others disappeared too. If I was doing any 1-1s with people who want to continue them, hit me up!
9 yrs ago
A royale with cheese...
9 yrs ago
RIP Alan Rickman. :'(
9 yrs ago
First status :o
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I'm a physics undergrad student from Britain, currently studying in my second year, with ten years of RP experience on forums, and about four years on MMOs. I'm not really sure what else to say here... So... Peace out!
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9 yrs ago
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Yeah, can you make the first post so I get a feel for the home? Then I'll have Sam break in and stuff :)
@Narcotic Dollie My sheets are up, let me know if you want me to change anything. :)
Name: Israfil
Nicknames: Blank, Issy, Scars
Age: Recently turned 34
Gender: Male
Profession: Gang Leader, Conman, Loan Shark
Appearance: Full Body, Face Close Up
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 153lbs
Ability: Mind Manipulation
History: [See Samael's History for a more detailed version of some events]
Issy was fourteen when Mikhail found him. Already an accomplished pickpocket, and knowing what he was doing, Issy was the foundation upon which Mikhail built his gang of urchin pickpockets. Issy trained the new blood, Mikhail sold what they stole, and provided for the children in his care. Issy waited for a long time for his mark, earning him the nickname of Blank amongst the other urchins. His mark finally appeared when he was nineteen, a snake coiled around his wrist several times. Bitter and twisted by years of believing he was the only person who had no soulmate, Issy took a knife to the markings, cutting at his forearm, tearing apart the skin so that the mark was barely discernible through the scars in the end, leading to his more sinister nickname of Scars.
When Issy was twenty-seven, he poisoned the man who had fed and clothed him for so many years, and took control of the gang, using his natural skills of persuasion to make many of the urchins stay loyal to him, or so he believed. Israfil's power was responsible for much of the boy's childhood and good fortune as he grew older, though he never knew it. Believing himself to be a persuasive businessman, Israfil never stopped to consider that he might have a power that allowed him to persuade people to do as he wished. It was this unknown power that led him into being such a successful loan shark, by convincing people that they should take money from them to 'improve' their business, then sending his gang around to collect the payment before the proprietors were able to pay it back.
Nicknames: Blank, Issy, Scars
Age: Recently turned 34
Gender: Male
Profession: Gang Leader, Conman, Loan Shark
Appearance: Full Body, Face Close Up
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 153lbs
Ability: Mind Manipulation
History: [See Samael's History for a more detailed version of some events]
Issy was fourteen when Mikhail found him. Already an accomplished pickpocket, and knowing what he was doing, Issy was the foundation upon which Mikhail built his gang of urchin pickpockets. Issy trained the new blood, Mikhail sold what they stole, and provided for the children in his care. Issy waited for a long time for his mark, earning him the nickname of Blank amongst the other urchins. His mark finally appeared when he was nineteen, a snake coiled around his wrist several times. Bitter and twisted by years of believing he was the only person who had no soulmate, Issy took a knife to the markings, cutting at his forearm, tearing apart the skin so that the mark was barely discernible through the scars in the end, leading to his more sinister nickname of Scars.
When Issy was twenty-seven, he poisoned the man who had fed and clothed him for so many years, and took control of the gang, using his natural skills of persuasion to make many of the urchins stay loyal to him, or so he believed. Israfil's power was responsible for much of the boy's childhood and good fortune as he grew older, though he never knew it. Believing himself to be a persuasive businessman, Israfil never stopped to consider that he might have a power that allowed him to persuade people to do as he wished. It was this unknown power that led him into being such a successful loan shark, by convincing people that they should take money from them to 'improve' their business, then sending his gang around to collect the payment before the proprietors were able to pay it back.
Name: Samael
Nicknames: Sam, Fox, The Black Mask
Age: Around 23
Gender: Male
Profession: Assassin, Bailiff, Conman
Appearance: Full Body, Face Close Up
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 149lbs
Ability: Telekinesis
History:
Sam remembers very little of his life before the streets. His earliest memories are scrambling through alleys to escape from shop keepers, and begging for food outside of taverns around the age of six. Samael was taken in by Mikhail when he was around seven years old, the day on which Mikhail found him is the day that Samael considers to be his birthday, and counts his age as turning seven on that day. Mikhail was a crook, a conman and a thief, but he looked after Sam, along with a collection of other young boys from the streets of varying ages.
The oldest of these boys was Israfil, or Issy as he was known for most of his life. He was about ten years senior of Sam, and had been with Mikhail for many years. It was Issy who taught Sam to pick pockets properly, as Mikhail had trained Issy several years before. Together with the other boys, Sam had many successful ventures picking the pockets of the rich folk who walked the streets of Edessa.
When he was around eight and a half, by his reckoning, his mark appeared, a fox on the inside of his wrist. Mikhail believed little in the grand delusions of young minds, and used the marks merely as a way of identifying the boys. From there on, he was known almost exclusively as Fox to the rest of the gang of pickpockets and thieves.
As Samael grew older, he developed a more toned physique, and grew taller, making him quite unsuitable for picking pockets any longer, as he was too large and would attract too much attention. Whilst some of the other boys that Mikhail had raised moved on when they reached this point in their lives, Samael remained and began to take a part in some of Mikhail's more dark schemes. Burglary was a small step up from picking pockets, so he started there, eventually he moved on to more sophisticated plots as a con artist, working alongside the other older urchins to swindle the rich and stupid out of their money for fake relics and items. It was around this time that Samael discovered his power. His telekinesis was weak at first, and he was barely able to do more than knock over an empty cup, over time he was able to move on to slightly heavier objects, and then much to Mikhail's pleasure, using his powers to open the locks of doors by moving the mechanism inside. This marked a successful part of his life, in which he'd sell fake relics, steal them back in the dead of night, then sell them again the next day to another idiot.
The simple times did not last forever though. When Samael was around seventeen, the old man who had cared for them all and fed them for many years grew suddenly very ill, and was dead within a few days. Several of the urchins left the gang, whilst the rest, Samael included, rallied around Issy to lead them now, as Mikhail's most trusted and skilled protégée.
Issy dropped his childhood nickname as he inherited the gang, and returned to calling himself Israfil. Israfil turned the gang down a darker path, lending money and using the former burglars and pickpockets as bailiffs, threatening violence to those who did not pay pack their extortionate interest rates. Samael was conflicted, but stood by the man he'd looked up to as an older brother all his life, and followed orders loyally. Over time, it came to be that so many local shop owners and innkeepers owed the gang money, that Israfil had all but carved out a section of the city for himself. Here, the gang watched the corners, they dealt with snitches, and took 'protection' money off of local business owners to ensure the safety of their enterprises. Eventually, the gang moved further into the shadow world, kidnapping and demanding ransomes, and eventually offering assassination services.
Israfil selected Sam as one of those who would wear the black masks and kill for money, believing that his "little talent" for opening doors and windows would come in handy. Again, Sam followed orders loyally, ignoring his conscience. As no one was quite sure how many assassins Israfil had under his control, they were collectively referred to as 'The Black Mask', a label that identified both the band of assassins, and the assassins themselves.
When Sam was twenty-one, he married the second daughter of an innkeep, and together they moved to a small house in a part of the city outside of the gang's control. She did not share his mark, but she was very attractive, so at the time she had seemed better than nothing. His wife believed him to be a farmhand, working on one of the many farms that surrounded the city, and he did not give her any reason to doubt him. He would leave for work early in the morning, before the sun rose, and return long after it had set. Some nights, he never returned at all, telling her that if they worked late, he and the other farmhands would sleep in the barns to save the walk back to the city in the dark. As time went on, he grew fond of his loyal wife, trying to ignore the nagging voice in the back of his head that told him she wasn't right...
Nicknames: Sam, Fox, The Black Mask
Age: Around 23
Gender: Male
Profession: Assassin, Bailiff, Conman
Appearance: Full Body, Face Close Up
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 149lbs
Ability: Telekinesis
History:
Sam remembers very little of his life before the streets. His earliest memories are scrambling through alleys to escape from shop keepers, and begging for food outside of taverns around the age of six. Samael was taken in by Mikhail when he was around seven years old, the day on which Mikhail found him is the day that Samael considers to be his birthday, and counts his age as turning seven on that day. Mikhail was a crook, a conman and a thief, but he looked after Sam, along with a collection of other young boys from the streets of varying ages.
The oldest of these boys was Israfil, or Issy as he was known for most of his life. He was about ten years senior of Sam, and had been with Mikhail for many years. It was Issy who taught Sam to pick pockets properly, as Mikhail had trained Issy several years before. Together with the other boys, Sam had many successful ventures picking the pockets of the rich folk who walked the streets of Edessa.
When he was around eight and a half, by his reckoning, his mark appeared, a fox on the inside of his wrist. Mikhail believed little in the grand delusions of young minds, and used the marks merely as a way of identifying the boys. From there on, he was known almost exclusively as Fox to the rest of the gang of pickpockets and thieves.
As Samael grew older, he developed a more toned physique, and grew taller, making him quite unsuitable for picking pockets any longer, as he was too large and would attract too much attention. Whilst some of the other boys that Mikhail had raised moved on when they reached this point in their lives, Samael remained and began to take a part in some of Mikhail's more dark schemes. Burglary was a small step up from picking pockets, so he started there, eventually he moved on to more sophisticated plots as a con artist, working alongside the other older urchins to swindle the rich and stupid out of their money for fake relics and items. It was around this time that Samael discovered his power. His telekinesis was weak at first, and he was barely able to do more than knock over an empty cup, over time he was able to move on to slightly heavier objects, and then much to Mikhail's pleasure, using his powers to open the locks of doors by moving the mechanism inside. This marked a successful part of his life, in which he'd sell fake relics, steal them back in the dead of night, then sell them again the next day to another idiot.
The simple times did not last forever though. When Samael was around seventeen, the old man who had cared for them all and fed them for many years grew suddenly very ill, and was dead within a few days. Several of the urchins left the gang, whilst the rest, Samael included, rallied around Issy to lead them now, as Mikhail's most trusted and skilled protégée.
Issy dropped his childhood nickname as he inherited the gang, and returned to calling himself Israfil. Israfil turned the gang down a darker path, lending money and using the former burglars and pickpockets as bailiffs, threatening violence to those who did not pay pack their extortionate interest rates. Samael was conflicted, but stood by the man he'd looked up to as an older brother all his life, and followed orders loyally. Over time, it came to be that so many local shop owners and innkeepers owed the gang money, that Israfil had all but carved out a section of the city for himself. Here, the gang watched the corners, they dealt with snitches, and took 'protection' money off of local business owners to ensure the safety of their enterprises. Eventually, the gang moved further into the shadow world, kidnapping and demanding ransomes, and eventually offering assassination services.
Israfil selected Sam as one of those who would wear the black masks and kill for money, believing that his "little talent" for opening doors and windows would come in handy. Again, Sam followed orders loyally, ignoring his conscience. As no one was quite sure how many assassins Israfil had under his control, they were collectively referred to as 'The Black Mask', a label that identified both the band of assassins, and the assassins themselves.
When Sam was twenty-one, he married the second daughter of an innkeep, and together they moved to a small house in a part of the city outside of the gang's control. She did not share his mark, but she was very attractive, so at the time she had seemed better than nothing. His wife believed him to be a farmhand, working on one of the many farms that surrounded the city, and he did not give her any reason to doubt him. He would leave for work early in the morning, before the sun rose, and return long after it had set. Some nights, he never returned at all, telling her that if they worked late, he and the other farmhands would sleep in the barns to save the walk back to the city in the dark. As time went on, he grew fond of his loyal wife, trying to ignore the nagging voice in the back of his head that told him she wasn't right...
I like the fox, it's sly and sleek, but still a predator :)
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Interested \o/
@Akayaofthemoon Shall we go with mated pair then? I'll PM you to like make sure they're compatible and everything. :)
@AbysmalDemon That's fine by me, I just started a new one I'd let to get my teeth into properly before cracking on with something else as well.
Blake
The large dark wolf brought up the rear of the pack, seemingly walking slowly, his long strides keeping pace with the shorter wolves quite easily. The pack he carries on his back is of a battered grey canvas material, stained with mud and wearing thin in several places. Blake watched with quiet eyes as their pack reached the cabins. Looking around, he takes in the huts one by one. Several of them need repairs. Broken windows seemed to be a trend between the cabins, and a handful of them were either completely missing doors, or the doors were hanging off their hinges.
It had been a long while since Blake has slept inside a building, even if it was just a wooden hut. He'd been on the move for such a long time, he'd grown accustomed to just sleeping in his lupine form either underneath the stars, or in the shade of a rock if it was raining. Slowly, he moved back away from the cabins and sat on his hindquarters, watching the others carefully through his grey eyes, unsure.
Jace
As they reached the cabins, Jace transformed back into his upright form, stretching as he stood up and looked around. He ran a hand quickly through his brown hair to make sure it was just messy enough, and looked around quickly, surveying the area. He hadn't detected anything particularly unpleasant when he'd been a wolf, with heightened senses, but he wanted to see if he could spot anything he wouldn't have seen from closer to the ground.
When the man was satisfied, he walked towards the closest cabin, the one that Ambra had been making for. The walls seemed mostly intact, though there were a couple of holes in the tin roof where the metal had fallen away and peeled up in some places. He looked through one of the broken windows at the dusty and damp interior of the cabin. There was some furniture inside, but it looked wet and chewed by rats in some places. "Home sweet home, eh..?"
The large dark wolf brought up the rear of the pack, seemingly walking slowly, his long strides keeping pace with the shorter wolves quite easily. The pack he carries on his back is of a battered grey canvas material, stained with mud and wearing thin in several places. Blake watched with quiet eyes as their pack reached the cabins. Looking around, he takes in the huts one by one. Several of them need repairs. Broken windows seemed to be a trend between the cabins, and a handful of them were either completely missing doors, or the doors were hanging off their hinges.
It had been a long while since Blake has slept inside a building, even if it was just a wooden hut. He'd been on the move for such a long time, he'd grown accustomed to just sleeping in his lupine form either underneath the stars, or in the shade of a rock if it was raining. Slowly, he moved back away from the cabins and sat on his hindquarters, watching the others carefully through his grey eyes, unsure.
Jace
As they reached the cabins, Jace transformed back into his upright form, stretching as he stood up and looked around. He ran a hand quickly through his brown hair to make sure it was just messy enough, and looked around quickly, surveying the area. He hadn't detected anything particularly unpleasant when he'd been a wolf, with heightened senses, but he wanted to see if he could spot anything he wouldn't have seen from closer to the ground.
When the man was satisfied, he walked towards the closest cabin, the one that Ambra had been making for. The walls seemed mostly intact, though there were a couple of holes in the tin roof where the metal had fallen away and peeled up in some places. He looked through one of the broken windows at the dusty and damp interior of the cabin. There was some furniture inside, but it looked wet and chewed by rats in some places. "Home sweet home, eh..?"
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