@Morose I have a question for clarification. When the walls start crumbling down, will all the rumble go straight through them since they are ghosts? Or do they feel some of it? BTW, I will be posting tomorrow.
Name: Alexandra "Alexa" Dorofeivna Andonova Social Class: Lower Class (Gypsy) Age: 25 Birthday: March 27, 1798 Nationality: Russian Empire Birth Place: Odessa, Russian Empire Residence: Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) Gender: Female Education: Private tutors / Self-taught Income Source: Circus performer (Trick rider) Native Language: Russian (R/W)
Appearance
Height: 5'7" Weight: 122 lbs. Build: Lean and toned Eyes: Dark brown, deep set, almond shaped Hair: Long dark brunette hair, usually worn up Skin Tone: Tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced ears; various little scars Personal Style:
Considering her vocation as a trick rider, ease of mobility mostly trumps the need for fashion. She generally dons her circus attire at all times of the day, sometimes even when she isn't physically at the circus. Needless to say, her personal style is more out of the box and does not conform to what's seen as socially acceptable to the ton. Skirts are optional as far as she is concerned. Instead she generally wears stockings and a short pair of bloomers coupled with tall riding boots. She wears a loose shirt that is often tied at the bottom. Over that she likes to wear a gypsy coin vest. As far as jewelry goes, she likes to wear coin necklaces and earrings. Additionally, she likes to wear accessories like flowers or ribbons in her hair, which is usually kept up and out of her face. Overall, her style often has a gypsy like quality to it. With that said, she likes the colors red and black, but she will also wear bold yellows and oranges for an eye-catching pop of color. See example.
Sexuality: Bisexual (Aware and doesn't care) Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Alexandra is a woman who ultimately dances to the beat of her own drum. She's known as a wildcard to many, and there's certainly truth to that. As far as she is concerned, the status quo is meant to be broken. She lives life to the full, as she views every moment as being precious. She's spontaneous and fun-loving, and she has this unbridled confidence about her. At the end of the day, she honestly doesn't care what others think or say about her. Others opinions of her don't change who she is at heart, and she will always remain true to herself.
Along with her free-spirited nature, she is notoriously sarcastic. That's not to say that she uses it with the intent to be malicious. No, it's just how she communicates. Sarcasm is like a second language to her. It helps bring levity to tense or awkward situations. It can make people laugh, bringing in well needed comedy relief. While sometimes it's simply her way of calling people out on their crap. Truthfully, she is a people person. She loves interacting with others and enjoys meeting new people. If she teases you, it more or less means she likes you. Take it as a compliment. Needless to say, there is never a dull moment with Alexandra.
Sarcasm may be her go to response, but that's not all there is to her. When the situation calls for seriousness, she can actually speak quite frankly. There is a bright mind and a kind heart below her light-hearted demeanor. She enjoys learning and experiencing new things. Despite what her sarcastic nature might suggest, she is a fairly open minded individual. She respects that others have their own views of things, and she is willing to hear them out before deciding for herself. However, once she is deadest on something, it is hard to sway her. In the off chance you manage to piss her off, be prepared for a whole new level of crazy.
Habits:
Making sarcastic remarks
Rolling her eyes
Making a face
Hobbies:
Archery
Thrill seeking
Dancing
Fears:
Incapacitation
Being average
Watching someone die
Likes:
Freedom
Adventure
Nature/animals
Laughter
Food
Learning
Training
Performing
Dislikes:
Conformity
Uptight people
Soulless
Bullies
Lost or broken arrows
Idleness
Unnecessary violence
Stupidity
Cards On The Table
General Skills:
Language (Near fluent English)
Language (Near fluent Romani)
Horseback riding
Swimming
Archery
Throwing knives
Short blades
Acrobatics
Stealth
Sleight of hand
Acting
Dancing
Trained Skills:
Language - Rusyn
Vyzov - The ability to call in a flock of birds for defense
Smert' - A soul casting from one person to a Yagababa to sever her from her mortar
Brivaldi - Russian Trick Horse Riding, able to perform various called actions while on horse back without being hindered.
Mamushka - A Russian stylized knife throwing dance fighting technique. This dance is agile and deadly, utilizing Russian dance techniques and short blade fighting: we are talking break dance fighting to a whole new level. (Both aerial and hand knife and martial art techniques) - While some within the family know the dance as a dance, it being used as an actual combat technique is a closely guarded Circus secret. Can be used with a paired Tatushka, refer to Tatushka for details. Cannot take this skill with Tatushka, it is one or the other.
Fal'shbort - This skill is a passive skill that does not call for a Called Action or a roll. (Just remind the GM if you get injured and you have this skill that you have this bonus.) - It gives a bonus to taking blunt force trauma and endurance of extreme conditions. (A bonus to a characters constitution if you will.) - You are tougher, stronger, more Russian!
Krasnoye - This is our game equivalent of a healing spell. It heals physical issues only. Such as broken bones, stab wounds, and so forth. Does not heal illnesses such as Consumption or Plague. As a new skill it can heal a skinned knee, and grows stronger to heal up to severe stab wounds or broken bones over time. A long term master of the skill can heal the worst falls from a trapeze to the point the person is back up in the Big Top the next day performing as if it never happened. (Healing is a called action and rolled for by LLA to determine amount of healing)
Tizirovat' - This is a skill that gives the PC the power of suggestion, deep seeding the idea into a persons mind to get them to see your point of view. It is not skill that makes a person do what you say right out but it compels them to follow through with the suggestion. (These are not the droids you are looking for) - There is always a chance they will resist it but it is very difficult. (If resisted the target turns hostile.)
What Is On Your Person:
Clothing - Circus attire, including black stockings, short black and white striped bloomers, loose orange shirt, red coin vest, tall riding boots, leather belt, coin choker, and hair accessories
Knife in right boot
Kindjal - Russian short sword
Sheath attached to belt on left hip
Small pouch attached to belt - Contains a few coins
Balaur, a bay Russian Don horse. Her Brivaldi horse.
History
Family History:
What is there to say? They lived. They died. The Andonov family did not amount to much outside their mercantile trade. For many generations they have lived in Odessa, Ukraine, within the great Russian Empire. It's location on the shores of the Black Sea make the city a prime location for trade. With that in mind, where else would they go? The strapping young lad that was Dorofei Andonov at the time met on one fateful day the lovely yet headstrong Inna. She was a wandering Ruska Roma gypsy, considered to be the lowest of the low of society, and yet he quickly found himself smitten with her. Neither of their families approved of the relationship, and outside of business relations, their families distanced themselves from them. Regardless, Dorofei and Inna got married and settled down in Odessa, of course, to create a family of their own.
On March 27, 1798, Alexandra Dorofeivna Andonova was born. Unfortunately, complications arose that prevented Inna from bearing anymore children. They were happy nonetheless. As trade was prospering at the time, Dorofei was able to provide a decent living for his wife and daughter. The tradeoff was that his work often kept him away from home, leaving Inna and a private tutor to raise and educate Alexandra. However, one day life as they knew it would all change. While on a family outing, when Alexandra was only eleven years old, they were attacked by a couple of Yagababa. The creatures' intended target was the little Alexandra, but her parents fought valiantly to protect her. They bought their daughter enough time to escape to the nearby Russian Imperial Circus, which they had often frequented. She would be safe there, and the circus folk sent out trained individuals to deal with the situation. However, it was too late. Her parents were gone. In a mere few hours she had become an orphan.
Your personal life:
Alexandra was born on March 27, 1798 in Odessa, Ukraine within the Russian Empire. She was the only child of Dorofei and Inna, the former a merchant and the latter a Ruska Roma gypsy. Her father's profession kept him busy and often meant he was away from home. That left her mother to raise her mostly by herself. Her mother was an extravagant and headstrong woman, leaving little to wonder as to where Alexandra gained her free-spirited and boisterous nature. Her mother was also intelligent, and she ultimately raised Alexandra to be the freethinking woman that she is today.
Her family held education to a high standard. With that in mind, Dorofei used what income he had to hire a private tutor so Alexandra could get a proper education. They went through a few different tutors before finding one that could at least tolerate the strong, outlandish personalities of both mother and daughter. While she gained academic knowledge from her tutor, Inna taught Alexandra important life lessons and values, as well as exposed her to the culture of the Ruska Roma gypsy. Music, dancing, performing, horseback riding, and perhaps a little sleight of hand were all a part of her mother's teachings.
Outside of school, Alexandra was an active child. Adults and children in the neighborhood knew her well, to their annoyance. She honestly did not have many friends growing up, as most parents steered their children away from her, stating she was a bad influence. It didn't really faze her though. She would just find someone else to meet or somewhere else to explore. When her father Dorofei was home, they went on family outings together, including frequent visits to the Russian Imperial Circus. She didn't have the greatest relationship with her father. He wasn't nearly as captivating as her mother was, but he was family nonetheless. Her mother and father were really the only family she had, as she rarely saw her extended family, and when she did, it was always brief. Her young mind did not fully comprehend the reasons that drove people away from her, and yet it did little to dampen her love of life.
One day, at the age of eleven, her life would take a tragic turn. While on a family outing, they were attacked by a couple of Yagababa. The creatures' intended target was the little Alexandra, but her parents fought valiantly to protect her. They bought her enough time to escape to the nearby safety of the Russian Imperial Circus. The circus folk sent out trained individuals to deal with the situation. However, it was too late. Her parents were gone. In a mere few hours she had become an orphan. To make matters worse, none of her remaining biological family members were willing to take her, stating she was too wild. Fortunately for her, Alexei Domashev and Anastasiya Domasheva, a couple of gypsy trick riders within the circus, were willing to take her in and raise her as their own. They were unable to bear any children of their own, so they were more than happy to treat Alexandra as their own daughter.
Alexandra has lived in the Russian Imperial Circus ever since. There she has thrived. Over the years, she learned to become a trick rider, as well as being trained in the art of fighting Soulless by some of the best, most skilled warriors around.
What you want for your life:
What does Alexandra want in life? She wants to live every moment to the full, and she hopes to make a positive impact on people's lives in the process. She wants to bring laughter and joy into people's lives. Ultimately, she wants to show people that they don't have to let their past and the status quo define who they are. The idea of meeting someone she could spent the rest of her life with and then adopting and raising an orphaned child together also appeals to her.
Extras
Character Quote(s):
"Sarcasm--because beating the crap out of people is illegal."
"Choose your words carefully. Anything you say may be thrown back in your face with vicious sarcasm."
"I don't have an attitude. I have a personality you can't handle."
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❦❤ Anastasiya Domasheva ❤❦ "I vas broken, and she made me vhole again."
After the tragic demise of her parents to the Yagababa, Alexandra was left shattered. It was the sole time in her life that she ever lacked her usual vibrancy. The last thing she expected was to find someone who was more than willing to help her pick up the pieces of herself and to recreate herself. Anastasiya was all that and more. The woman was a mother to Alexa when Alexa needed a mother the most. For that, Alexandra will be forever grateful and forever indebted to her adoptive mother.
❦❤ Alexei Domashev ❤❦ "I am proud to call him father, and he is proud to call me daughter."
After the tragic demise of Alexandra's parents to the Yagababa, Alexei and his Anastasiya took the young girl in. He played a more active role in Alexandra's life than her own birth father had. Seeing as he was unable to sire children of his own, he was so thrilled to now have a daughter regardless of whether or not she was related by blood. He tried to rein in his emotions so as not to scare her, but nevertheless Alexandra could feel his immense love for her. Alexandra will be forever grateful and forever indebted to her adoptive father.
☣☯ Vladimir Alexandrov ☯☣ "He is so vibrant! He makes me vant to sing and dance!"
Alexandra admires him, and she feels that he is kindred spirit. However, he doesn't seem to reciprocate her feelings. Her at times rocky relationship with his adoptive daughter, the Grand Duchess Elizaveta Romanova, seems to more often than not translate over to his relationship with Alexandra. It's a shame really. They could have quite a bit of fun together, but not everyone can handle her level of sarcasm.
☣☯ Elizaveta Romanova ☯☣ "I like her. She's pretty."
Elizaveta's regal status does little to deter Alexandra from conversing with her, which therein is where the problem lies. They get along decently until Alexandra opens her big mouth and out spews her unfiltered sarcasm. The Grand Duchess does not seem to find her sarcasm quite as endearing as she would like, but so goes most of Alexandra's relationships. People tend to love her, hate her, or barely tolerate her.
✿ Constantin Kolev ✿ "I could banter back and forth vith this man all day."
Alexandra and Constantin have an interesting relationship to say the least. They are both stubborn and have a penchant for bantering, which the combination of the two isn't always a good mix. She honestly loves to rile him up. With that said, what may start as a friendly argument can end in a full-blown fight. However, give them some space, and they will be back to normal and at it again in no time.
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Name: Feora Isabel Swinth Social Class: Age: Remember between the ages of 18 & 70 Birthday: Month-Day, Year (Starting day of the RP is March 21st, 1823) Nationality: (Remember this is 1800's England, so keep it realistic) Birth Place: Residence: (Main place of living currently) Gender: Female Education: (Remember, degrees and attending a university or even a school is for male characters ONLY. Female character if of high birth will have private tutors only. Consult GM for questions) Income Source: (Occupation, titled, investments, inheritance, allowance, etc.) Native Language: Max 1 (Remember female literacy rates were under 50% in this time period and the lower class almost never knew how to read or write. Other languages may be added under General Skills. Location Based Training Language goes with the Training Skills.)
Appearance
Height: 5'10" Weight: 120 lbs. Build: Slender and toned Eyes: Green, deep set, almond shaped Hair: Long, wavy dark brunette, usually kept up Skin Tone: Fair Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Personal Style: (Now remember this is the 1820's in England, keep with that in your clothing descriptions - preferred colors, accessories, and the like.)
Personality: (Minimal of 2 paragraphs that tells us how the characters mind works. Take time with this, it will help you better understand your own character. Characters will be expected to keep to it.)
Habits:
Training religiously
Avoiding her family
Tendency towards secrecy
Hobbies:
Reading
Horseback riding
Training religiously
Fears:
Forever having to pretend to be someone she's not
Not having control over her own life
Incapacitation
Likes:
Learning
Dueling/Sparring
Weaponry
Tactical planning
Freedom
The outdoors
Animals
Horseback riding
Dislikes:
The status quo
Arranged marriage
People who want her to change
Being controlled
Her family
Disrespect
Being underestimated
Cruelty
Cards On The Table
General Skills: Max 12 - History must reflect these knowledge's - Once again, it is the 1820's: Skills must reflect the time and theme of the RP. Basic knowledge's of the supernatural will be known by all as just part of growing up and surviving.
Trained Skills: Max 6 From Your Chosen Location. Remember you may only chose from the skills listed under that specific location and may not mix and match. One Language is required, it may not be left out.
Language -
What Is On Your Person: This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash, papers and tobacco, pipe, matches, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, canteen, walking stick, and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Keep it within the spectrum of the RP. Limited to spots provided.
Clothing -
Residence: This is your stash basically - all your items that are not on you at all times. General things need not be listed like a bed, blanket and so forth. Somethings are just a given. But things like Weapons stash, books, files on people, books, special mementos, and so forth are something that need to be listed out and very detailed. Make sure to know that this will be updated through out the RP - Bullets get used, weapons get lost, ropes break. Again, keep this grounded in reality. You won't have an arsenal! Bare bones to start folks and keep it with your profession and what your income would have been. Not everyone is going to have money... Limited to spots provided.
This spot is for an animal only
History
Family History: Minimal of 2 detailed paragraphs about your families history. (Mother, father, siblings, relatives, events that brought them to the status they currently are, etc.)
Your personal life: Minimal of 3 detailed paragraphs about your characters life up until this point.
What you want for your life: Minimal of 1 detailed paragraph about your characters life goals. (This is beyond just surviving and not becoming part of the Soulless. Marriage? Family? Independence?)
Extras
Character Quote(s):
"I wasn't looking for a knight. I was looking for a sword."
“Like me for who I am, or hate me for who you couldn’t make me.”
“Sometimes being yourself is harder than acting like someone else.”
"The rebel in me will never die."
“You can stand by my side or get crushed under my heel, but you will not stand in my way.”
"Be strong enough to stand alone, be yourself enough to stand apart, but be wise enough to stand together when the time comes."
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Thalken's gaze searched the room as he slowly got to his feet once more. His head still throbbed, and his ears were ringing from that little girl's piercing scream. He was fortunate he could hear at all. He let out a growl of frustration as he rubbed his ears. Once he had regained his footing, he started to carefully explore the room. His hand rested on the hilt of his Dao as his gaze scrutinized the contents of the room. He made his rounds before moving out into the hall.
Eventually, the ringing in his ears began to dissipate, and it was instead replaced by an eerie silence that pervaded the manor. Perhaps the girl had left, or perhaps she was silently plotting his demise. He leaned more towards the latter. His senses were heightened as he tensely walked through the halls. He glanced inside the rooms he passed for any sign of the girl but to no avail. In a way nothing and everything seemed amiss all at once. His intellect and his gut told him something terrible was afoot.
Meanwhile, Thalcona seemed unfazed by the flash of annoyance in the Lady Crypt's eyes. After all, she wouldn't expect anything else. "It's a dangerous game you play," she chimed in during the woman's momentary lapse of speaking. It was probably a bit rude to interrupt one's thoughts, but her manners weren't much better than Thalken's, which were slim to none.
The Lady Crypt's next statement took Thalcona by surpise. A glimmer of amusement lit up her widened eyes, and she had to bite her lips to keep from laughing. It wasn't the proposition in and of itself that she found humorous. No, it was the mental image of Thalken asking the Lord Dywell for his daughter's hand in marriage that made her ready to bust a lung in laughter. She would pay good money to see such a sight. Fortunately, the Lady Crypt's attention was diverted before she could.
While the Lady Crypt addressed the others, Thalcona strained to keep her amusement under wraps, but a few snickers managed to slip out. She straightened when she was suddenly addressed. She gave a slight nod of her head, not trusting herself with words. She then followed them at a distance.
Sexuality: (What your character's true sexuality is, even though they may not be aware of it. This is set in stone when submitted, and a character deemed 1 sexuality may not flip to be attracted to something else later on) Relationship Status: (Relationships only carry over from Abandoned Hope--all other relationships will be assumed to be with an NPC character)
Personality: Minimal 2 paragraphs that tells us how the characters mind works
Habits: Minimal 2
Hobbies:
Fears:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Extras
Character Quote:
"Karma's a bitch."
“Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don’t think for one second that I am one of them.”
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After a moment, Sirena's gaze went back to Septima. The corner of her lips twitched up when she caught what the witch said, and there was an indecipherable glint to her blue eyes. Perhaps it was slyness, or perhaps it was amusement. It was hard for one to tell. "Good for you then," she responded simply. Her gaze then once more went past Septima to the flask, the object of many a man's desires. She could still feel it's pull deep within her, urging her to lay claim to its plunder, and yet she wholeheartedly resisted the urge. She wasn't about to dive headfirst into something she did not entirely understand.
She let out a small exhale before rolling her eyes and turning her back to it. Just about that time, Anastasia returned with two bodies, and as the bodies were dumped onto the ground, Sirena recognized one as her own. She kind of just froze in place, staring blankly at her dismembered body from afar. Her eyes then took on a distant look as memories of her last moments of life resurfaced. Her life had been rudely cut short at the hands of her best friend, and yet in a way, it had been her choice to die. With that in mind, one's spirit understandably could not walk away from that unscathed.
Sirena's brows furrowed slightly and her lips thinned. A glimpse of emotional pain flittered through her eyes before she finally tore her gaze way from her ravaged body. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of the familiar face of Anastasia. "Ana," she breathed out. Sirena wasn't sure whether she should be happy to see her or sad that her friend was also dead like her.
Edgard stood by Alisanne's side, watching her closely as she spoke. He was honestly more interested in what she had to say than anything else that was happening around him. Granted, not a whole lot was happening out on the docks of Tortuga following the recent massacre. But, it's the thought that counts, right? Edgard nodded his head in seeming agreement to her initial statement. As he watched her though, he couldn't help but think she knew more than she let on. Why did she feel the need to keep things a secret from him? They were equals, were they not?
The corners of lips instinctively pulled up into a wicked smirk as she explained what was at stake. Gaining more power at the price of causing mass destruction and suffering always had a certain appeal to him. Oh, he would retrieve the flask in due time. That was for sure. "I will fetch the flask for us, my love. You need not worry about that," he exclaimed smugly. His smirk grew as she turned to face him with a smile. And then, in the blink of an eye, she disappeared.
His eyes widened in dismay. Shortly thereafter, he let out a frustrated huff. He was honestly sad to see her go, not that he would openly admit to that. He could already feel an emptiness in his heart that only her presence could fill. His features darkened as he turned around. His gaze landed on the dark skinned girl (Aravis) he had briefly spoken to earlier. "You! Round up any people who are interested in leaving this godforsaken island!" he barked out.
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