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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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The RAD

Reniere Damele

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_{"As a Leo, I have full rights to be a ho"}

_______________________________________________ ♡ Reniere Amoris Damele ♡ _______________________________________________ August 3rd, 1999 | 21 | Black/Latina _______________________________________________ Single | She/Her | Heterosexual _______________________________________________ "Boo" | Bar Owner/Youtuber _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] Basics: • Height | 5'9" • Weight | Pounds lbs • Build | Descriptor • Hair Color | Brown but dyed red • Eye Color | Amber

Physical Profile ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Write a description about how your character looks. If you needed me to say that then you're a crayon eater Psychological Profile ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Your character's personality traits. I want it in this format: Personality Trait: Description of personality traits.

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Zeani "Z" Bedeau

_{"It's just business"}

_______________________________________________ Zeani Jean-Bedeau _______________________________________________ October 21st, 1995 | 24 | Afro-French _______________________________________________ Single | She/Her | Bisexual _______________________________________________ "Z" | Bodyguard _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] Basics: • Height | 6'0" • Weight | 175 lbs • Build | Fairly tall with muscle to go with it. • Hair Color | Brown • Eye Color | Green

Physical Profile ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Standing roughly around 6 feet, Zeani has the muscle and the height to prove to anyone she's not to be messed with. It may not be noticable at first given her love for leather jackets, but let someone talk shit about the Royals and have them find out for themselves. A few scars scattered around her body prove this, but none of them are too noteworthy to be mentioned. She has long dreads that fall just past her shoulders, but she usually keeps them up for convienance. Full lips accent her round jawline and nose. As for clothing, Z enjoys a good-looking, badass leather jacket, usually rocking a pair of worn out ripped jeans, holes she probably made herself. Having a vast collection of shoes containing both boots and sneakers, she almost never shows up with the same pair twice. Having no piercings except for her earrings and a nose ring, along with no tattoos, she prefers to keep it simple. Psychological Profile ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Flammable: Prone to temper outbursts, Z isn't the chillest person around. She tends to get irritated pretty easily especially in unpredictable situations, or things she can't control. Definitely not an every-five-minute thing, she's obviously not angry all the time, but when things get stressful, she won't hesitate to break something-or someone. Lone Wolf: An independent person, Z would much rather go on assignments alone. She hasn't the patience to work with anyone, rather she likes to do things on her own time and of her own accord. She's also pretty closed off, preferring to keep to herself when it comes to her background and emotions, though unfortunately her anger sometimes gets the better of her. "Knock It Off": Although Z's pretty quiet, she knows when enough is enough and doesn't mind becoming pretty vocal about it. She doesn't play games, nor does she mess with bullshitters and petty people. If she needs to put her foot down, she will. Both stern and stubborn, she's better at giving orders than receiving them and will argue her point if she believes it to be better.

_{Criminal-Past
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Zeani was barely a tween when her parents signed consent on the adoption papers to hand her over to her grandparents in the U.S. Although they had tried their best, her parents weren't capable of taking care of her anymore; they were living on the bare minimum, though "surviving" would be the more accurate term. Deciding that it would be best to send their daughter away, Zeani moved away from her hometown of Le Mans, France, a place that she cared for though where she lived was both dirty and dangerous, to Neon, Miami. An unfamiliar surrounding that she struggled to adapt in.

Something changed in her those first few weeks of being there. Once a good kid, the sudden change in lifestyles and the overwhelmingness of it all made her angry. She hated not being able to do anything about it. She kept asking herself why she didn't put up more of a fight. And why didn't she? She didn't know. It was the first time she'd ever hit anyone on purpose; the first time that would soon be many. She quickly asserted her dominance in school, only messing with people that messed with her, this being made easier as she grew. Both growing up and surviving in a dog-eat-dog world, Z knew what it was like to live at the bottom, but no longer was she content with it.

It wasn't long before she caught the eye of the Royals, her distant nature yet vicious actions made her a prime candidate. At first she refused, but later reconsidered when she realized working a regular 9 to 5 job wouldn't have satisfied her as it would have done had she not moved. By this point in time, Z had lost touch with her parents and had basically become estranged from her grandparents for her violent tendencies. Had she gotten the help she needed she could have lived a normal life, but this was Neon Miami. There was no help. During her time in the gang, her job was to not only protect those higher up in status, but to also sniff out those inside who would wish harm upon the Royals. She takes her job very seriously, wanting nothing more than to see the Royals rise to the top.

_{Arrest & Sentencing Information
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Crimnal Offense | Notes

Assault | "I barely even touched him."

"Manslaughter" | "Listen, she ran out in front of my car, what was I supposed to do?"_{definitely not what happened}

Arson | "Yeah, that house was ugly anyway. I say I did this city justice."

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_Skills:

Attack Dog | Give her name and she'll go and have a lovely chat with them.

Jack-of-all-Trades | Though not specially trained, Z is pretty good at using multiple close combat weapons such as knives and brass knuckles, and her aim with a gun is sufficient enough to get the job done.

"Popular" | Surprisingly, Z knows a lot of people around the city. Such as the ones who'll talk and the ones who won't. Doesn't mean she's necessarily the most liked.

_Equipment:

Rolex Watch | A watch that's most certainly way too expensive for her, she took it from a person she had a lovely chat with

Hunting Knife | Just your average weapon for casually threatening people

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Fog of Torvelt

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AONÉ INALOR

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It wasn't long before the small party began their travels, Aoné much more at ease now that they had begun. She wasn't particularly in a hurry, not that what they were doing wasn't important and time was certainly of the essence, but she hadn't been blessed with the greatest patience nor the ability to stand by and do nothing whilst pursuing a goal. Both of which had estranged her from her family many years ago, and now she could sense those unwanted feelings creeping up on her again as she stood among this group of strangers. She hadn't said much in their short time together as they introduced themselves, save for the moments she had to, but she honestly preferred it that way. Knowing herself, the elf knew with the way the conversation had been going, she would've just caused trouble; however, it would've been funny had she.

Now that the other half-elf, Imalessa, had received a new bow, an honest mistake of coming here without it, they had no more reasons holding them back. Aoné wasn't certain about how she felt toward the huntress, she respected her loyalty to the forest however vocal she was about it, and she didn't seem like someone who'd get in her way lest their tempers clash, other than that, she seemed like someone she could hang around given the time. The term "friends" would be taking it a step too far though.

When it came to the other members of the party, Aoné could say she felt indifferent toward them. Not in any negative way, she just needed more time, although she did especially enjoy Gentle who managed to intrigue her the most, purely by the irony of his name. As far as she knew, minotaurs were an angry race; temperamental and ferocious. But judging by the one beside her, she'd have to look into it more. Perhaps she was wrong.

As for Brynan...she was something else. Probably would've been fine taking on the task herself if a group wasn't required. Not that Aoné disagreed, just that she would have to keep an eye on her. To make sure she didn't do anything reckless to get the rest of them hurt.

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Luckily for her, horseback riding had been something she was taught from a young age, along with traveling for long periods of time, Aoné's trip to "Mudshit" or wherever was made a lot easier. Along with the essentials, she had managed to grab some medicines and herbs, as well as her journaling book, that was stashed away in a small satchel she carried on her horse. The rain had never ceased as they journeyed, only making her more irritable as her attempts to keep herself dry proved futile. And though light was fading pretty quickly, her darkvision proved useful as she was still able to see.

Not too soon after, just as the rain had come to a light drizzle, the caravan in front of her slid to a stop in the mud. Both horses had sensed something and were now freaking out, Aoné struggled to take back control. At first the noise came. And then the putrid smell. Looking to the source, still steadily to maintain her grip on the reins she already knew what enemy lay ahead.

"Trolls! Ready yourselves!"

Damned fucking trolls.

Hopping down and grabbing her satchel, she quickly moved to the rear of the group. Knowing she wouldn't be of any use up front, she prepared for any possible injuries they would suffer.

Gossip Girl-esque RP.

Ooo, definitely interested

Neon Rainbow: Kings & Queens of Miami (Quirky gang satire set in a Neon-aesthetic Miami)

Ooo, sounds interesting. Im down

Fog of Torvelt

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AONÉ INALOR

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"Wow, we certainly have a vulgar group," the elf said, a light smirk on her lips as she curiously listened to the banter that played out among her new comrades. She was tempted to speak up, but she couldn't find a good reason to as of yet, so instead she held her tongue and stood near the edge of the near-empty room, watching the argument play out. She silently applauded Gentle and Stur for stepping in, but you wouldn't find her doing the same. Not wanting to go toe-to-toe with the fighter (had an argument started, she knew she wouldn't have been able to stop), and ending up dead.

Her eyes traveling from the confident half-elf to Nathaniel, Aoné couldn't say she exactly trusted him, especially in being their guide, but he seemed to know a lot more about this fog than anyone else. She admired Brynan's antics, but in terms of logic, it was obvious Nathaniel was the best pick for leadership right now, though she fought an urge to declare herself leader instead. And even though she didn't trust him right away, then again, this was Koprust after all. It's not like she could trust anyone. She'd have to keep her distance.

After listening to the wizard's smooth recovery one might agree, Aoné moved forward to answer. "Oh, it isn't obvious? I'm a barbarian. Clearly." She stated with sarcasm, placing a hand under her chin. "I have the strength of the gods and could defeat death itself in a fist fight," a slight smile danced across her lips, pausing for dramatic effect. "Ah! It seems I've forgotten to introduce myself- Aoné Inalor; sorceress. I deal with arcane magic, mostly medical care and whatnot, though I do know some offensive and defensive spells."

Fog of Torvelt

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AONÉ INALOR

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Mingling somewhere among the middle of the crowd, Aoné listened closely to the words of King, her head propped up on her hands. She hadn't expected herself to be here, much less have stayed when the majority of the room cleared out at the mention of the amount of danger the fog held; however, this fog had a mysteriousness that she couldn't ignore. She didn't yet know how she felt about the reward for there wasn't anything she needed at the moment, but she was sure she'd come up with something. As of now, learning as much as she could was her top priority.

Glancing around the room at the faces left standing, Aoné raised an amused eyebrow as they introduced themselves. Certainly a diverse cast they were. And certainly unexpected. She supposed that's because all the truly rational folk left while they could, though she wouldn't call herself irrational per se. Just intrigued. The tiefling, Zosimos, and minotaur, Gentle, were the ones that truly caught her eye, and although a bit intimidated, her eyes and thoughts lingered on them just a tad longer.

Her eyes moved back to the King as a silence fell, signaling her turn to speak. Standing up slowly and raising her chin, her hands folded in front of her, Aoné began her introduction, trying to maintain elegance the best she could.

"Your Majesties," she gave a small bow with her head. "I may not be one to meddle in the affairs of royalty, but I feel great sorrow and pain for the disappearance of your son, the Prince. And as not to waste any time, I'll finish by saying this: I will do as much as I possibly can to help find your son, and to find a cure to this terrible fog. My highest prayers to the safety of your son and the three of you the best of health for years to come."

With a more dignified bow, Aoné turned and followed her newfound group, letting out the smallest of sighs. She hadn't been that formal since her last interaction with her family, but she didn't let her uncomfort show. Shoulders back, and head raised, she mentally prepared herself for the hard times to come.

Fog of Torvelt

Aoné

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AONÉ INALOR

"I'm not sure you understand, so let me clear it up for you"

_{B A S I C S}

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_NAME
Aoné Inalor

_AGE
102 in elf years

_RACE
Elf

_CLASS
Sorceress

_OCCUPATION
Medic

_{ORIGINATES FROM}
Havenloft

_{IF OUTSIDE TORVELT}
An ancient and sacred forest to the north, known for being inhabited by elves.

_{P H Y S I C A L A T T R I B U T E S}

---

_{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Not the tallest of elf, Aoné stands around 5 foot 8, while taking on the definitive pointed ears and slim features of her ancestors. While not the strongest either, she's surprisingly more toned than one would think having to wrestle down more than a few rowdy and wounded folk of Torvelt so she could work properly. A few scars lay scattered across her body when she learned the hard way what the more aggressive folk of the city were like, having been slashed at trying to do the same job, especially during the earlier time of her stay. She's certainly gotten tougher since and isn't afraid to act that way.

_STRENGTHS

• With age comes wisdom
• During her travels (and during her time in Torvelt), Aoné's come to know quite a few people
• She's very quick to adapt to new situations

_WEAKNESSES

• Working under pressure
• Not well trained for intense combat, she usually needs someone to rely on to protect her
• Doesn't posess the greatest people skills

_{P S Y C H O L O G I C A L A T T R I B U T E S}

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_PERSONALITY
Intuitive | Sharp-tongued | Curious | Independent | Apathetic | Distant | Decisive | Disciplined | Perceptive

_SEXUALITY
Lesbian

_FEARS

• Being overly dependent on someone
• People larger than her (She gets rather defensive)
• Not being worth something

_GOALS

• To travel the rest of the world
• Gaining as much medical knowledge as she can

_{S K I L L S}

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A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges.

_Nightvision
Able to see 60 ft ahead of her with little to no light.

_Booksmart
An arcane spellcaster, she knows quite a bit of knowledge of magic. Born to a wealthy family, she also had access to many sources of information, especially history and language.
_Meditation
Unlike humans, Aoné doesn't need to sleep being an elf. Instead or around 4 hours a day, she meditates in a trance like state that equals that of 8 hours of sleep.

_{Horseback riding}
Trained from a young age, Aoné has taken to horseback pretty easily. Having been traveling for awhile, she's only honed those skills over the years.

_{M A G I C}

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_{Cure Wounds}
Able to heal minor wounds, Aoné uses this skill pretty frequently.

_{Mass Heal Wounds}
A more intense spell than the one above, this is able to heal greater wounds but at more of a cost. Draining energy faster, she doesn't use this spell nearly as often

_{Cordon of Arrows}
A spell in which if she places four arrows or crossbow bolts in the ground and places magic upon them, any creature that gets close to 30 ft to them, one of the pieces will fly up and target them. Mostly used as a protection spell, whenever she's alone she uses this spell.

_{G E A R}

---

_{ITEMS ON PERSON}

• Two small bundles, one for medicinal herbs and another for spices.
• A small journal she uses for taking note of the places she's been, some pages containing pressed flowers.
• A basic grimoire, she carries this for her spells.

_WEAPONS

• A medium sized staff, wooden and designed with intricate carvings.
• A small dagger she keeps close by, just in case she needs to use it

_{H I S T O R Y}

---

Born to a very highly known and wealthy family, Aoné was raised very nearly in the center of Havenloft among her many other siblings. The Inalor family is known to deal its hand in sorcery, creating many great elven mages throughout the generations. Not only that, they also trained in sword fighting and archery along with trade and politics. A jack-of-all-trades kind of family, it was only common sense to know of all the responsibilities and hardships one had to endure to uphold the family name. As being a part of this family, it was greatly stressed among Aoné and her siblings to further the family lineage with a strong ambition and strive for success, pride, and power.

Fortunately and unfortunately, Aoné never was much interested in family affairs, she preffered to focus her studies in sorcery, spending most of her time in the library. But because her prowess in sword fighting and archery was less than proficient, and her attitude was considered crude by her elders, she could clearly see that favor was not in her direction. Her family often tried to "correct" her, but she found that with enough time and persistance they're lenience grew and so did her freedom. It was around this time when her curiousity for the outside world piqued, and soon after, she packed her bags and practiced the little spells that she knew before heading off. Leaving when no one was watching, she left only a letter addressing quite formally why she left and that she'd probably never return.

Throughout her travels, she picked up the art of medicine, helping those in need along the way. She doesn't recall how long she's been traveling, nor how she heard about Torvelt, but she remembered how she felt when she first entered. Compared to other places, especially Havenloft, this place seemed in need for a change, one that she hoped she would bring. Aoné didn't dwell in the politics of this place too much, but when the fog began and she couldn't do anything about it, her curiousity took over and the hunt to find the cure began.

🌺Those Who Exist🌺

Aoné

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AONÉ INALOR

"I'm not sure you understand, so let me clear it up for you"

_{B A S I C S}

---

_NAME
Aoné Inalor

_AGE
102 in elf years

_RACE
Elf

_CLASS
Sorceress

_OCCUPATION
Medic

_{ORIGINATES FROM}
Havenloft

_{IF OUTSIDE TORVELT}
An ancient and sacred forest to the north, known for being inhabited by elves.

_{P H Y S I C A L A T T R I B U T E S}

---

_{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Not the tallest of elf, Aoné stands around 5 foot 8, while taking on the definitive pointed ears and slim features of her ancestors. While not the strongest either, she's surprisingly more toned than one would think having to wrestle down more than a few rowdy and wounded folk of Torvelt so she could work properly. A few scars lay scattered across her body when she learned the hard way what the more aggressive folk of the city were like, having been slashed at trying to do the same job, especially during the earlier time of her stay. She's certainly gotten tougher since and isn't afraid to act that way.

_STRENGTHS

• With age comes wisdom
• During her travels (and during her time in Torvelt), Aoné's come to know quite a few people
• She's very quick to adapt to new situations

_WEAKNESSES

• Working under pressure
• Not well trained for intense combat, she usually needs someone to rely on to protect her
• Doesn't posess the greatest people skills

_{P S Y C H O L O G I C A L A T T R I B U T E S}

---

_PERSONALITY
Intuitive | Sharp-tongued | Curious | Independent | Apathetic | Distant | Decisive | Disciplined | Perceptive

_SEXUALITY
Lesbian

_FEARS

• Being overly dependent on someone
• People larger than her (She gets rather defensive)
• Not being worth something

_GOALS

• To travel the rest of the world
• Gaining as much medical knowledge as she can

_{S K I L L S}

---

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges.

_Nightvision
Able to see 60 ft ahead of her with little to no light.

_Booksmart
An arcane spellcaster, she knows quite a bit of knowledge of magic. Born to a wealthy family, she also had access to many sources of information, especially history and language.
_Meditation
Unlike humans, Aoné doesn't need to sleep being an elf. Instead or around 4 hours a day, she meditates in a trance like state that equals that of 8 hours of sleep.

_{Horseback riding}
Trained from a young age, Aoné has taken to horseback pretty easily. Having been traveling for awhile, she's only honed those skills over the years.

_{M A G I C}

---

_{Cure Wounds}
Able to heal minor wounds, Aoné uses this skill pretty frequently.

_{Mass Heal Wounds}
A more intense spell than the one above, this is able to heal greater wounds but at more of a cost. Draining energy faster, she doesn't use this spell nearly as often

_{Cordon of Arrows}
A spell in which if she places four arrows or crossbow bolts in the ground and places magic upon them, any creature that gets close to 30 ft to them, one of the pieces will fly up and target them. Mostly used as a protection spell, whenever she's alone she uses this spell.

_{G E A R}

---

_{ITEMS ON PERSON}

• Two small bundles, one for medicinal herbs and another for spices.
• A small journal she uses for taking note of the places she's been, some pages containing pressed flowers.
• A basic grimoire, she carries this for her spells.

_WEAPONS

• A medium sized staff, wooden and designed with intricate carvings.
• A small dagger she keeps close by, just in case she needs to use it

_{H I S T O R Y}

---

Born to a very highly known and wealthy family, Aoné was raised very nearly in the center of Havenloft among her many other siblings. The Inalor family is known to deal its hand in sorcery, creating many great elven mages throughout the generations. Not only that, they also trained in sword fighting and archery along with trade and politics. A jack-of-all-trades kind of family, it was only common sense to know of all the responsibilities and hardships one had to endure to uphold the family name. As being a part of this family, it was greatly stressed among Aoné and her siblings to further the family lineage with a strong ambition and strive for success, pride, and power.

Fortunately and unfortunately, Aoné never was much interested in family affairs, she preffered to focus her studies in sorcery, spending most of her time in the library. But because her prowess in sword fighting and archery was less than proficient, and her attitude was considered crude by her elders, she could clearly see that favor was not in her direction. Her family often tried to "correct" her, but she found that with enough time and persistance they're lenience grew and so did her freedom. It was around this time when her curiousity for the outside world piqued, and soon after, she packed her bags and practiced the little spells that she knew before heading off. Leaving when no one was watching, she left only a letter addressing quite formally why she left and that she'd probably never return.

Throughout her travels, she picked up the art of medicine, helping those in need along the way. She doesn't recall how long she's been traveling, nor how she heard about Torvelt, but she remembered how she felt when she first entered. Compared to other places, especially Havenloft, this place seemed in need for a change, one that she hoped she would bring. Aoné didn't dwell in the politics of this place too much, but when the fog began and she couldn't do anything about it, her curiousity took over and the hunt to find the cure began.