NaturalTendency

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

@Dark Cloud I'll keep it, but no worries. Khorprynis is rather peaceful and won't use it unless Clan is attacked.

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

@Dark Cloud will do. If you want I can remove it all together.

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

@NaturalTendency No problem, your accepted.

@Dark Cloud

Yay! Thank you

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

@NaturalTendency Hmm, are both the pics representing your character?

@Dark Cloud

No, the one on the right represents the OC. I couldn't get the picture to work unless I used the original. Sorry for the confusion

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

Sorry I just realized the picture didn't go through. The one it looks like is on the right

Dungeon Denizen || A Monster RPG (Closed For Now)

Is this okay?

Khoprynis

Name: Khoprynis

Race: Myconids



Appearance: At 10 years old,Khoprynis stands at 4'3". Carefully it watches the dark and keeps an eye out for ones that would bring harm to the Coprinus Clan.

Role: Adept:: Khoprynis is one of the few gifted with protecting the clan with her black ink that follows her control. The length of control is up to 15 feet and the amount she can control is enough to fill a bucket. If one is contaminated by the black ink then from the inside out the spores grow. Depending on how much they victim could either withstand the fever and survive, go temporarily child like with delusion, or (worst case scenario for the victim) die as the spores grow from the inside out. Khorprynis can only use this ability twice every 3 hours.

Biography: khorprynis has only known the dungeon. From the moment of awakening to maturity Khorprynis wandered the dungeon with great interest and curiosity learning many things. When matured, Khorprynis showed her ability and gift of protecting the clan, as well as, giving life to more Myconids. With such great honor to the clan Khorprynis vowed it's lifespan to the Clan. The Clan lived mostly in peace without any sight of adventurers they heard of and only needed to defend their territory from other dwellers. Very rarely are they in conflict, though, for all that know of them know how much they can give if shown respect and kindness.

Inventory: The only item Khorprynis carries around is something she took off a dweller that dared to attack the clan. A key. A single rusted key that has a pretty colored stone on it. When cleaned it glimmers like the glowbugs that pass by with a gorgeous green color. This key is kept on a string around Khorprynis neck at all times.

Sailing adventure Rp

I'm up for it. I'm new here and looking for a good group rp

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Hey guys, just doing a quick post on here to introduce myself! I am better reached on discord so if you are ever trying to get a hold of me I'm there. I'm still learning the codes so please forgive my bland posts compared to y'alls amazing looking ones. On discord I am currently named NaturalNOOB cause I wanted a change. I might change it soon cause I don't like it so much but my username will usually always have natural in it. I don't have work tomorrow so I'm going to try being on here all night.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

She screwed up. Her entire life, as of yet, had been full of mistakes and bad decisions. But in between those she made some really good choices and great memories, which had her believe that when it came to it she would make the right move. In the end, what she had left behind was more than just a bad decision. She had screwed up. Lu'Ella didn't listen to her, she didn't go home, and like always, was late. 

Her toxic green manicured nails, that held together better than her relationships, shined against the dim burn of the cigarette. Lu'Ella stood off and away from the others as she smoked half listening, half lost in thought. She knew what they were all going through. Knew the emotions that are held in each of them. She, even, knew the steps to help everyone's mental state. But her own mind prevented her from being rational. From keeping the same mind set she had before. Working in the psych ward prepares you to react to some crazy shit, but when a hell falls in your lap…. Well, there's no teaching for that. Lu'Ella's eyes close listening to the bravado thrown around by the group consumed with immediate regret as the flashes of memories danced behind her eyelids. Her beautiful silk red hair splayed around her distorted face. It was a twistedly beautiful scene that rotted the mind and infected the soul. Her hair was originally blonde, but so soaked in her own blood if one didn't know her they would have presumed it naturally red. The cigarette falls through her fingers in a shudder as a scream threatens to choke her.  

Looking to the others talking over guns, Lu'Ella stepped on the cigarette quickly and walked to her bag with the tempting clear liquid requesting to be tasted. Fuck. She needed a drink. To distract herself she joined the conversation.

"We're a beacon to the crazies right now. How many of us? Fifteen? Huddled together talking and strategizing. We're a massive group of lucky sons of bitches. If we all head out at once it's a higher chance of being seen. We all have our own family and friends we need to get. With that, I'm-"

pausing momentarily as though to just realize that there was no one for her anymore her friends final words sealed in her next destination, 

"leaving."

Getting up as she talked to discharge any built up emotions Lu'Ella said good bye to the ones she once called coworkers and headed for the one place- to one person - that her friend told her to go. 

Fifth and Durum. Father McCarthy.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Lu'Ella Frankenstein

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Name

Lu'Ella Frankenstein

Nicknames

age

26

gender

female

Sexuality

straight

Occupation

psychiatric nurse

Appearance

With tempting color of a ripe red apple her hair is pulled back with a simple hair clip unless tired or relaxing. Her light, clear jade eyes peer through red lashes watching with caution and alert. A galaxy of red freckles dance across her face and chunky hourglass body. At 5'7" at 162lbs you will never see her standing without confidence and an air of indifference.

Underneath her attire, usually scrubs, are hidden tattoos and stretchmarks, her favorite tattoo being a scalpel wrapped inside a lavender flower. She has a scar under her chin that no one really notices unless she looks up, and one on her left bicep. The only jewelry she adorns are diamond studs (three in each ear going biggest to smallest), and a matching short necklace.

Personality

Always quiet and observant, she searches to be mostly left alone and unbothered. This is to the point that she will not bother in others business even if an injustice is done before her. She doesn't care to impress or compete with anyone, but saying this she is not exactly cold to anyone that approaches her. She holds compassion but it is buried beneath reclusive nature

The only time she bothers stepping out of her reclusive nature is when it comes to ones she loves.

Biography

Growing up in a small town Lu'Ella learned a lot of things she believed was useless, but fun enough to do. Crafting, and sewing from her mother, and knives from her father(from throwing to fighting). Knowing she didn't want to be stuck in a small town for the rest of her life she study hard and thrived in school finding a job befitting her in Chicago. Giving her parents hope and sadness as she finds her own future.

Other

Carrying her work survival pack, a simple back pack carrying everything she needs for the long shifts she holds at her job. Her back pack contains two sets of clothes, light makeup, brush, water bottle, water bottle full of vodka, pain medication, feminine products, travel kit of hygiene, and a pack of smokes. In her purse is her favorite butterfly knife, pens, notepad, pink bouncy ball, sewing kit, a paperback book, charger, and phone

>list ][*]This character is not disposable...for now.