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The Secret War [Panic x VidyaParamia]

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The Destined (Soulmate RP)

Nora Bellwood

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Nora Bellwood

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Name

Nora Bellwood

Age

20

Gender

Female

Relationship Status

Single

Job

Merchant of "magical" wares /Con Artist

Element/Abilities

Lightening- Nora, despite hours of solitude practice, has little understanding of her power. She can't control when or how it'll show up- instead it is tied much more with her emotional state. The most she can do with some modicum of regularity is causing a little spark between close objects. Nora might not know it, but her extreme perception of other's emotional state she uses for manipulating, is actually part of her magic. Once, and only once, did Nora teleport herself across a field. She's not even sure it actually happened, it must have been her misremembering. She was only 6 after all. But one second she was staring down the charging horse, and the next she was safe behind the fence again.

In-Depth Appearance

Nora is conventionally beautiful and she knows it. Her head hangs high, which causes her to look down on most. She is tall, at almost 5'11, with straight chestnut hair and hazel eyes. Her clothing, at first glance, seems to be of the latest fashion, with bright colors and ornate designs. However, upon further examination, it's obvious the beads are cheap, and the fabric of poor make. She wears the epitome of a poor man's idea of a royal. It's a close match, but still a dupe. Her hair is often in delicate braids, and her face made up. Light freckles dot along her cheeks and across her nose, giving away how much time she spends outside. It is obvious she is vein, but her beauty almost makes it forgivable. Almost. She constantly wears bangles and large pieces of jewelry, making her jangle slightly as she walks.

Common dress she might wear:

Likes

• Money and status
• Things that shine/glitter
• The smell of fresh bread

Dislikes

• Early mornings
• Her family
• Heights
• Being reminded of her real status

Biggest Fear

If pressed, Nora would tell you she was most afraid of heights. And while they made her heart race, like most things that came from Nora's mouth, that was a lie. She's most afraid of being average and forgotten. Fading into the background and never being someone of importance is what keeps her from staying alone with her thoughts too often. Not only does she fear never impacting the world, but impacting anyone. Her inability to be sincere with anyone makes it difficult for her believe she matters, really matters, to anyone else. Being alone as she fades away cripples her soul and drives every decision she makes.

Personality

Nora's has a contagious exciting energy about her. When she talks to you, you feel like anything is possible. When she smiles, you feel seen. It's a skill she's perfected with years of practice. Manipulating those who can only see the surface keeps her true intentions hidden. The glint in her eye hides the hand she has taking your pocket of coins. The cheeky smirk and light laugh hides the fact that the necklace she is pawning off on you can't actually glow in the presence of a lie. The truth is, Nora is scared. Scared someone will call her on her shit, and point out exactly how little she actually knows about the world, about herself. Despite the air of confidence (and a hint of arrogance) she exudes, Nora is naive and young. Nothing yet has mattered more to Nora, then proving she's not a low-life merchant but rather destined for greatness. She truly believes that if she can raise her social status, realize her true abilities, she will no longer feel so alone. Someone might finally be able to see her.

Background

Nora never knew her parents- not her real ones anyways. She was raised by her Aunt and Uncle, helping them with the apothecary shop. When she was older, she spent her time making trinkets and jewelry which she would sell as magical items with unbelievable claims. Tricks of lights, or friends on the inside helped fool travelers into spending more gold than the trinkets would ever be worth. She was a great salesmen, able to push more items than anyone would need. Her Uncle's shop never had better business than when she was working.

The money she earned in the shop were spent on fabric and other items to help her sew and create more lies to sell. With time, her work became better, more intricate. Nora had a real talent with a needle and soft metals. As she got older, she realized just how blind people could be if you knew how to smile here or a give a light touch there. She stopped selling her wares to common travelers and instead aimed higher. She embedded herself into Lords and Lady's inner circles. She played the game better than anyone else and it was working. She was moving up, slowly, but up. Each lie made the next easier. Each person she befriended was another tool to get her away from an average life. Nora was making moves.

Nora used to be devout. She used to pray everyday, looking and waiting for the Mother and Father to finally let her know her adventure was there and waiting. She got tired of waiting though, tired of feeling like no one was listening. Even the mark on her wrist was starting to feel like a lie. There was no one out there, no one besides herself that was going to make her life happen besides herself. She was going to bring out her powers, even if she never found her destined.

Extra

FC: Cecilie Haugaard, #543b72

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

@Ever Maybe I misunderstood but I thought we all had marks?

The Secret War [Panic x VidyaParamia]

"Please, I am well aware it is late. There was a gunshot coming from this area, and wanted to make sure everyone was okay. But I have no home to go back to, even if I wanted to." She paused. "My name is Ruth and I am part of the British forces that were sent in to assist France. I mean no harm."Please, let me in. I can assist you in anyway you need." At this point, Ruth just wanted to feel useful for once. "

“No home..no home of course not...no one’s got a home anymore. The germans made sure of that…” the old man grumbled under his breath. Clarice started making her way to the door, hearing the young woman’s pleas. She knew Doc wasn’t happy, but he wouldn’t object. He had a soft spot for younger women, ever since his daughter had died. There was no way he could turn her away. Clairce placed a gentle hand on Doc as she opened the door a bit, finally getting a good look.

“Well come in then, quickly,” she ushered, glancing for any signs of an ambush in the dark ally. “A friend of France is a friend of ours. I’m just putting on a kettle,” Clarice said as she locked the door behind the young woman. “Uh, hold on let me get something to dry you off though. That’s a lot of mud. What were you doing, crawling here?” Clarice asked as she made her way to Doc’s trunk filled with spare clothes. She was just pulling out a large flannel shirt when she paused. “Where’s the rest of your unit?” Clarice asked skeptically, finally giving the woman a once over.

Panic’s Running Advanced Interest Check and Plot Ideas

@Fetzen I'm sure we can come up with something! I'll shoot you a PM here in a second.

Panic’s Running Advanced Interest Check and Plot Ideas

BUMP!

The Secret War [Panic x VidyaParamia]

Clarice’s blood ran frigid at the sound of a knock at the door. The Germans were back! The feminine voice that called out was odd, and she almost missed what she had said. Was it a ruse? It wouldn’t have been anyone else they knew coming to check on them. They would have used the secret knock and waited at least another hour. No, something wasn’t right. Clarice slowly removed the kettle as she gave Doc an uncertain look. She silently gestured to the floor boards again, asking if she needed to go back in. A wave of relief washed over her as Doc held up a hand to her, making his way wearily to the door. She wouldn’t have to squish in with the dead monster. No, it was Henry, he was a good man, Clarice reminded herself.

"Bonjour. I'm a friendly. Tout le monde est-il bien? I'm a medic if you need help."

Doc opened up the eye hole once more, glaring through. Clarice found herself moving closer to the door when he didn’t say anything right away. After careful deliberation though, the old man let out a sigh before starting to unlock the door. “Petit chaton, wipe your face,” he nagged. It was only then that Clarice felt the warm sticky blood starting to dry on her face. She gingerly patted at her cheek with her hand, pulling away to see blood too dark to be human- Henry’s. As Doc opened the door just a crack, using his body to block entrance to the small house, Clarice busied herself at the sink, quickly washing away the night’s horrors.

“We’re fine here. And you might be a friendly, but you're no friend. It’s much too late to visit non-friends. Go home now, out of this rain.” Doc was untrusting, he had to be. Right now it was just the woman, but if it was a trap, he knew he couldn’t do much to stop them and protect Clarice. It was better to be cautious than risk the entire resistance.

“Doc, who is it?” Clarice asked from the sink. Clarice was still young, and trusting. She’d rather help whoever it was, risking her life, than turning them away. That’s what the resistance was there for, wasn’t it? Helping those who had no one else? If they turned away everyone they didn’t know, their help would be limited. Clarice wanted to save everyone she could- help to turn around at least some of the injustices of the cruel world.

“It’s no one. Now shh child,” Doc hissed harshly over his shoulder. Clarice knew he didn’t mean to be so hard, that he wasn’t really mad at her. But he still saw her as a child. And after tonight, she was sure that was even more true. She didn’t argue back though. This wasn’t Clarice’s home, she wasn’t only risking her life here. Instead she just pursed her lips and let out huff of air.

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

@Not Fishing

I don't know if it will help, but the CS skeleton that was posted had all/most of the formatting done for you. All you need to do is replace the ??? for the color with a hex color code and for the image if you put the image link between the [ IMG][/ IMG] sections it will include it. Check out this link for a more in depth explanation.

The Secret War [Panic x VidyaParamia]

The never-ending rain continued its assault, turning the paths from packed dirt to soft messy mud. The skies were almost pitch black at night, no stars or moonlight visible through the heavy clouds that only brought more water with them. A young woman did her best to avoid the larger piles of water as she quickly made her way down a back ally of the small French town, her feet already soaked through with the cold water, and her black coat offering little protection from the constant onslaught. She carried no candle or source of light with her- no one could know she was out here. Instead, she made her way through the winding streets that she knew as well as the back of her hand.

Glancing back every so often, almost sure that the sound of footsteps were intermingling with the pattering of the rain, the woman finally reached a wooden door at the back of a house. With three sharp knocks followed by a short whistle, a small eye slot opened. Old wrinkled eyes peered out, silhouetted by the faint glow of a fire. The slot closed as quickly as it opened and the door opened after the sound of multiple locks being undone. “Quickly child. Were you followed?” Asked an old man as he ushered her in.

“No, I made sure to make a few loops before coming here just in case. Not even the cats are out in this rain,” the woman responded as she quickly made her way in front of the fire. Her entire body was soaked through and the heat was too inviting to ignore.

“You look like a drowned rat Clarice! Hold on, I think I have some of Maria’s old clothes I can give you to dry off in. They’re around here somewhere,” said the old man as he began shuffling around, digging into an old chest.

“Thank you Doc,” Clarice responded, removing the heavy coat, hanging it on a chair close to the fire, hoping to dry it out a bit before she’d have to make her return. The young woman, no older than 21, did her best to wring out her long wavy auburn hair. “They hit Arago Street this morning. Almost completely destroyed the deli…” the woman reported as she graciously took the dry clothes from the man.

“And you weren’t anywhere near there at the time were you,” he said with a bit of a twinkle in his eye, knowing the answer.

“Of course not,” she said, even though they both new as soon as the sounds of bombings went off, Clarice had a bad habit of going to investigate.

“You know, one of these days your nine lives will run out petit chaton,” he teased. Before she had time to respond though, banging on the back door shook the entire room. “Quickly,” he said in a hushed panicked whisper as he covered the table littered with papers with a cloth. Clarice had instinctively already made her way into the hole under the floorboards. The little bit of light that made it through the cracks was quickly gone, covering Clarice in darkness, as the old man covered the entrance with a rug. Again, the room shook as the banging became even more forcefully. “Oi! I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m just an old man you know,” he cursed as he finally opened the peep hole. Instead of the sound of the door opening to guards as Clarice had expected, all that came from the old man was a gasp of fear.

One more round of banging shook Clarice to the bones before the sound of the door opening. “Henry, what in heaven’s name. What…” the old man sounded confused and concerned. Almost disgusted. Instead of a gravelly voice that Clarice was familiar with, there was a sickening half-growl half-pained cry that was very unhuman. Knowing it was just Henry though, Clarice started to lift up the floorboard to see why the Doc was so concerned.

A small squeak of a yell escaped Clarice before she could catch herself. That…that thing in front of her was not Henry. It was barely even human! In a ripped French uniform stood a hunchback, covered in scars and fresh wounds. Bones seemed to pull at the skin in some places and hang in others. What once was a fairly attractive face was now the face of a monster. It looked as if his face was melting right off. His bottom lip was much larger than it should have been, and pulled slightly to one side. His eyes seemed much too large for his face, and his nose much too flat. Everything was wrong. This wasn’t Henry.

The man... Henry…monster thing seemed to be distressed, wheezing for breath as his hands shook with papers in his hands, covered and soaked in rain and mud. Every breath the thing took seemed to wrack his whole body and every movement was jerky and random. Clarice was frozen in place, her heart pounding as fast as if she had just been running. She locked eyes with the beast and couldn’t pull her stare away. Pain and sadness oozed from behind his eyes. Suffering and yet a blank stare as if he was looking past her at the same time. It was the same look a lot of the returning soldiers had- the thousand mile stare they called it. What had happened to him…
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“You should be off Clarice. I’ll deal with this. Just give me the notes you have and I’ll see you around the shop tomorrow,” said the old man dismissively as he gave the young woman a hand out of the hiding space. The woman’s eyes never left the creature as she stood up, fixated as if they were glued there.

“I’ll do no such thing,” Clarice responded defiantly as she looked away for the first time in several minutes to glare at the doctor.

“Clarice, this isn’t just passing notes or moving around refuges. We don’t know what we’ve just stumbled upon. Now, go home,” he insisted, carefully leading her towards the door, helping her put back on her still damp coat.

“Doc, I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m not playing war here. I know the risks, I’ve known them for years now. What if that thing decides to attack you? Then what? I suppose you’ll be fighting him off won’t yah?” Clarice spat as she spun out of his grasp. “Please. Let me help. Let me at least figure out what happened to him,” she pleaded.

With an exasperated sigh, the old man gave a wave admitting defeat. Clarice was much too hard headed to be talked out of it. He turned his attention back to the creature who seemed to try to talk. Instead of words though, all that came out was mixed up garbles and coughs. With every failing word, the beast became more and more frustrated and distressed. “Who did this to you? Henry please, can you write maybe?” the old man asked handing him a pen and scratch paper. The animal just threw the pen across the room, becoming more and more upset. Before either one could do anything though, another knock came from the door.

In German first followed by broken French, a voice called out, “Open up. MPs here are here to investigate. We heard the ruckus, we know you’re there. Open up!” Panicked, Clarice found herself being shoved back into the hole with the beast. Uncomfortable close, and reeking of death, Clarice pushed herself up as far away from the creature as the small hide-away would allow. Not seeming to understand the danger they’d be in if they were discovered, the creature continued to breath loudly, wheezing and cough.

“Shh! If they hear you, they might take you back! Quiet please,” she pleaded, wishing that she had taken the doctor up on his original offer to leave. Still, the creature wheezed. Someone, understanding the danger he was putting everyone in, the monster reached into his torn uniform and pulled out his gun, shooting himself in the head before Clarice could even react. Just like that. Blood pooled around her feet as the monster crumbled up against her, crushing her against the wall a bit.

The door was slammed open at the sound of the shot, and footsteps ran in. Yelling in German filled the room as three German officers ran in, trying to find the source of the gunfire. Clarice held her breath, struggling to breathe through her nose with the weight of the beast pressed up against her, but never daring to move for fear of being found. Eventually the yelling between the old man and the officers quieted down to just a heated discussion. Doors were thrown open, and every nook and cranny were explored as the doctor tried to explain that the gun shot didn’t come from the house. It must have been where the earlier attacks were occurring.

What seemed like hours passed before they finally left. “You can come out now petit chaton.” Shaking, and struggling against the weight, Clarice crawled out of the hole, covered in blood and grime from the monster. She couldn’t help but feel the painful sting of tears that threatened to fall. Clarice had seen death, but never two feet away from her. And not self inflicted. How much pain must he have been in to have caused him to act in such a way? The old man just took her into his arms as she could feel herself begin to shake. It had been a long time since she had felt so small and like a child. He just brushed her hair and rocked her like he used to when she was just a few years old. No tears fell, but Clarice still felt hollow as if they were.

Clarice eventually pulled away though. She wasn’t a child. Not anymore. Not since the war. Swallowing hard, but with her voice still shaking. “We should clean this place up. I’ll put on some tea for us,” she said, already moving towards the kettle.

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

I'm interested as well, working on a CS now. Should we post them here, in the OOC, or just PM them to the GM and co-GM? Or some combination of the three? Also, are we choosing are partners/destined in this, or are you pairing everyone up?