Redrum

Santa Celia: A Superhuman Vigilante RP

I'll go ahead and throw my interest in, if I can get a character sheet going and my inspiration doesn't die off, I'd love to join.~

A Tale of Blood and Fog

𝕳𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕬𝖓𝖜𝖞𝖓

A collaborative post by @Redrum, @Vietmyke and @Famotill

Hadar coughed as the doors to the manor slowly slid open behind the continued press of his shoulders. The building itself looked nice, well built and sturdy, if abandoned. Hadar rolled his shoulders as the others entered, using his weight to push the heavy doors shut behind the rest of his compatriots.

Compatriots- Hadar hadn’t been traveling alongside any of them long enough to call them anything more. He was used to working with strangers- his short tenure as a mercenary made him well accustomed to faces coming and going, either through death or new jobs. Mercenary life was relatively lonely, there were few you could trust aside from yourself. The Order didn’t seem much different. The only thing that seemed to have changed was the enemy they fought, all of them inhuman. At the very least, it made it easier to identify friend from foe.

For an order of monster hunters, the Order of Vigilance sure had a strange taste in initiates. There was Heinrich, the red-eyed nobleman, he looked more like an employer than a foot-soldier, but here he was, trudging through the muck and brack like the rest of them. Roselyn was a tall, but skinny girl, supposedly she was here for mass murder, Hadar wasn’t sure how much he believed in the stories, but he had fought enough humans to know never to judge them on their looks alone. There was Anwyn, the magical songstress. Had it not been for the scales, Hadar would’ve written her off as useless, but rare was the merfolk who strayed from their underwater abodes, there was more than met the eye for that one. Ralorin was an elf, who could cast magic and that was valuable in and of itself. Finally, there was their Warden, Elias. He seemed capable enough, but the man was a raw nerve- he twitched at every noise, regardless of threat. Hadar wondered how much combat this one had seen that he turned into what he was.

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At no point during her past journeys in Vicelles had Anwyn ever felt quite as uncomfortable. Before joining the order she had found short term shelter and growing audience at a lively bar in Warsaw, right at the edge of the Astoria and Vicelles border. It was a joyous time, full of mirth and spirits, but now as she looked at her current situation and recent pact Anwyn couldn't help but question her recent decisions. Born in the Bog she was well aware of the fog that poisoned the country, however most of her travels had lead her near the eastern towns, cities and countries of Carthus. Having her own experiences with the creatures and mutated fauna that covered Vicelles, she had been sure to steer clear of the thick of it, not wanting to deal with trouble that was sure to follow her in the miasma that consumed the land. Now, however, she was truly in the thick of it all.

Following Elias through the ruins of a town, the Siren fought back every urge to shout her disagreements with her ward. None of this felt safe, but in the company of others she tried to reassure herself. Upon entering the manor, however, any thoughts of optimism quickly left as the energy that laid within the estate pulled at every nerve and hair on her body. "Oh, what a welcoming place we've come to." She muttered out loud taking in the decor around her.

Once Elias began pulling apart one of the dead Hollow Men they had killed, Anwyn felt her stomach churn in disagreement. "O-oh, that's disgusting! Of all the things we've learned, that is definitely not something I'm going to use in the future, Elias." Her protests were met only with a hand-wave from her superior. Arms crossing over her chest, the heels of her boots made quiet, dull taps against the carpet as she began walking away from her party. "I'm going to check the downstairs of the manor out, always better to be safe than sorry. Might even find a good drink in this godforsaken place."

A second pair of boots began to follow her, leather and steel crunching against the worn and partially rotted floor of the manor around them. Hadar shouldered his blade, and slowly made his way beside the siren. He made a grunt, some form of acknowledgement, as the two pushed towards the corner of the manor.

The kitchen and dining area along the right side of the foyer was hardly visible in the dark of night and in a manor so desolate as this. A dining table served as the centerpiece of the room. The wooden chairs that would’ve once been seated at the table had all crumbled under the weight of age and rot. They laid in a sorry state beneath the table. It was a miracle that the table was still standing at all, but it was reinforced with a thin iron that likely kept it upright. The small bar that lined the left hand side of the dining room was in a sorrier state. There was a single bottle of wine shattered on the floor. Red marks stained the floors. It was hard to make out the source of the stains.

Hadar regarded the dilapidated kitchen with a fairly neutral face. In all honesty he'd probably seen worse- save for the age of the place. Though it made little difference further into the dining area the light from the foyer seemed to provide a semblance of visibility. It seemed Elias was successful in starting the fire. He wasn't sure if Anwyn needed light to see, and he wasn't exactly in a position to ask. He himself had no issue seeing in the dark, his accursed demon eye at least proving itself useful, if unwanted. His eye was quick in etching out a small creature scratching against the wooden floor. As Hadar and Anwyn made their way into the dining room a small white mouse ran in between them. Its fur was scraggly and falling off, and it was infested with large pink tumors lining most of its small frame. The flesh was sickly, bruised, and covered in blood and mucus-like pus. It tried desperately to paw at the pair for a scrap of food.Looking down at his feet, Hadar noticed the mouse, and sent it on its way with a casual kick from his armored boot. It skittered with a wretched hiss as its shaky form made its way back out towards the foyer.

Further into the dining area they could see where the room met with the kitchen. The kitchen, unlike a good portion of the home, seemed reinforced by brick. A number of shelves were empty, and what remained were a number of jars and vials once housing food. There was a good deal of rat feces lining the shelves of both the kitchen and the dining area.

Upon making their way further into the kitchen they saw a skeleton resting alongside large sacks ripped open, no doubt by the mice. There was a small damp piece of parchment laying beside the body.

"I don't know why I'm surprised this place is filthy." Anwyn muttered. Destroyed and rotted furniture, rats and rat feces, and the cherry on top was the skeleton awaiting them in the kitchen. "Well, if that's not ominous and a huge red flag, I don’t know what is." Glancing at Hadar nervously, uncertain dark eyes returned to the skeleton. Focusing on the piece of paper beside it, she gave a heavy sigh of irritation, "This feels like a trap, but -- curiosity killed the cat." Taking slow and careful steps, Anwyn stared hard at the skeleton, almost as if she was preparing for it to come alive and jump at her. A small and panicked 'eep!' slipped from her lips as she finally snatched the parchment paper up and hopped back towards Hadar and away from the skeleton. Heart racing and breathing slightly labored, an amused grin stretched across her face suddenly as she held the slip of paper before Hadar, "But satisfaction brought it back!"

The note was worn, and a bit difficult to read given the years it likely sat near the skeleton. On the note read:

Bloody Kitchen Note

Too many traitors spoil the broth. I gave you a home, Arthur, even after your wife and child left you for greener pastures in Astoria. You answered my kindness with betrayal. I can never forgive the things you accused me of, but for the sake of this house I will put you to rest where you were always of most use. Farewell.

As Anwyn read from the note a small whimper could be heard from behind the brick walls within the kitchen. Eyes widening, her body whipped around facing the brick wall where the whimpering could be heard. Behind her, there was the rasp of steel, as Hadar’s long dagger found itself into his hands. A moment later, his calloused hands pushed himself in between Anwyn and the source of the noise. "We need to get to Elias, something isn't right." She said to Hadar. He nodded, confirming with a short grunt. Upon entering the Manor the Siren could feel an ominous energy, and with the note and whimpering combined, she wasn't going to wait around and allow whatever was in or outside the Manor to have the first move.

A Tale of Blood and Fog

Anwyn Apostolos

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Anwyn Apostolos

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Character Summary

Name: Anwyn Apostolos
Titles: Songblade of the Oceana
Aliases: Ann, Annie, Wynny
Age: 22
Race/Ethnicty: Siren
Continent of Origin: The Bog
Gender: Female
Class/Subclass: Lore Bard

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Stats

Strength: 10
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 5
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 15
Charisma: 17

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Physical Attributes

Height: 171 cm
Weight: 63 kg
Appearance Description: Unlike most of her kin, Anwyn is considered relatively short compared to the rest of the Sirens in the Bogs Nest. Among humans, she is of average height and seemingly fit. Athletic and toned, her legs are long and muscular while her figure is hour glass shaped. If not for the golden scales that dot her dark grey complexion, particularly around her face, she would easily pass for a typical human. Lips thick, and nose slender and pointed at the end, Anwyns eyes are a large dark brown framed with long lashes and golden scales. They too hold a golden tint at night only due to a thick lens that allows her to see clearly while under water.

Day To Day Attire: While most temperatures, besides the cold, are no bother to her Anwyn prefers to wear loose shirts and fitted pants pulling out her winter cloak or gloves if the weather calls for it. Wearing one particular outfit often, Anwyn is usually seen clothed in a loose white blouse that clings to her waist thanks to a leather laced corset. Fitted black nylon leggings and thigh high brown leather boots cover her legs, and a belt carrying her water pouch, coin purse, and rapier hangs around her waist.
Strengths:

• People Person
• Intuitive
• Adaptability

Weaknesses:

• Cold Temperatures:
• Ranged Weapons
• Unimaginative Minds
• Impatience

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Psychological Attributes

Intuitive * Flirtatious * Curious * Empathetic

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. It was something said to her by a merchant in River Run when she was still young and naive. Lessons learned over time she came to live by these words, holding true to them in every bit of her nature. Anwyn has always been a curious girl, eager to learn and understand different things outside of her culture. As a child this lead her into trouble with both her family and the nest, but stubborn and headstrong, Anwyn has never been one to give up on something easily or without good reason to. Never one to rush into things without a plan of action, Anwyn has learned to take things carefully and with great detail. This cautious and over-prepping way of life has kept her alive in many sticky situations but has made her prone to overthinking or over-analyzing a situation or person. Anwyn is always eager for a good conversation or story however, at times even forcing herself into others conversations which, more than often, can be seen as obnoxious or overbearing. Despite knowing this, Anwyn still loves to meet and learn about others, believing that everyone person has a story to tell. This interest has allowed her to become empathetic of others, trying her best in every situation to understand another's pain or passion. Priding herself in her intuitive nature and capabilities in reading others Anwyn can come off a bit pushy and a little more familiar than most people are comfortable with.

The concept of love is something she holds dearly, seeing it within her parents, the other Sirens of the nest, and those she's met during her travels. Gentle, fragile, passionate, and honest. It is her belief that such a love awaits her on her travels, believing that her true love is not within the nest but out in the open world waiting for her. With this idea in mind, Anwyn has attempted to find this love many times. Experiencing many fleeting and drawn out relationships, she still holds this idea close to her heart despite her lack of committed partners. A bleeding heart for romance, she's learned to deal with heartache through poetry or drowning her sorrows in alcohol or ale. Drinking has always been a favorite hobby of hers, be it social or by herself, her love for spirits and ale are well known in the town bars that she's stopped preformed at in Carthus. Both as a pick-me-up and a numbing agent, Anwyns typical nature is usually exaggerated under the influence. Extremely flirtatious, prone to reciting a ballad, or serenading the prettiest thing near her. Under the wrong circumstances her bleeding heart emerges and her songs share her angst and pain.
Habits:

• Singing Outloud
• Eavesdropping
• Nosiness
• Overthinking

Hobbies:

• Reading & Writing Poetry
• Drinking
• Singing & Dancing
• Flirting

Fears:

• Deep Water
• Returning Home to the Nest
• The Unknown
• Blood
• Death

Likes:

• Preforming
• Singing
• Interesting People
• Alcohol
• Cats
• Spicy Food
• Rain

Dislikes:

• Sweets
• Birds
• Humorless or Serious People
• Darkness
• Hollowed Men
• Seafood

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Skills

• Skill: Swordsmanship - Particularly Rapier proficiency
  
  Training under her kin to become a Guardian of her Nest, Anwyn has learned the basics on wielding many melee based weapons. Her favor and proficiency leaning towards a Rapier it's Fencing style.
• Skill: Horseback Riding
  
  A basic skill she learned during her early exploration of Carthus, however Anwyn prefers to travel on foot.
• Skill: Athleticism
  
  During her years training in the Bog, the requirements that followed being a Guardian was absolute fitness, both in health and flexibility. Practicing this same exercise regiment during her travels still, Anwyn has kept herself fit and agile.
• Skill: Preforming
  
  If there's one thing Anwyn is good at, it's preforming for her audience. Capable of holding the attention of many without needing to charm them with her magic, her reputation stands as one of the better showmen and Bardic entertainers within Vicilles and Northern Astoria.
• Skill: Outdrinking Others
  
  Despite her race, Anwyn prides herself in her drinking skills. Years of preforming at bars with The Herald and her by herself has warranted her quite a few free drinks and a hard tolerance. Serenading the richest man or woman in the room has also worked, but betting her tab against the town alcoholics and winning has always been more fun.
• Skill: Swimming & Breathing Underwater
  
  As a Siren, Anwyn is an adept swimmer. Capable of swimming great distances at fast paces, she was lucky enough that her own clan still carried their ancestors ability of breathing underwater. This is made obvious by the gills that open along the sides of her neck and torso.

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Magic

A Bards Tale

• Main Stage
  
  Requiring eye contact with her target, Anwyn can glamour or charm another person or being with a slow and enticing melody. If her song finishes the charm lasts a total of two minutes making Anwyn the center of attention for the glamoured. Allowing her suggestions to seem like commands, and her questions to almost always be answered, those with a strong will, or a stubborn nature can easily fight the effects. If she were to play the melody again to the same person or being, the effects would stack but wouldn't be near as strong as before.
• Vicious Mockery
  
  A harsh and off-tune melody is played as all enemies in earshot are put into a state of confusion and rage. While their attacks are more powerful, enemies effected by the melody are prone to missing and hurting themselves. This effect can be broken if the melody is interrupted.
• Will-o'-the-Wisps
  
  Childlike and playful, the melody calls forth the spirits of the forest. Appearing in the form of floating luminescent blue flames, the Wisps dance to the tune lighting the area in a five foot radius. On roads or trails, the Wisps will light up the path most taken or recently used. If an enemy is close by or within their radius of light the Wisps will turn a bright red.
• Healing Melody
  
  A soft and comforting tune, those in earshot distance of her melody have their wound or injuries healed over time. The longer the song lasts the more those effected by her performance are healed. This applies to enemies as well.
• Epic Illusion
  
  Powerful and passionate, this Melody can create grand illusions. From detailed moving images and pictures of great points in history, to an almost exact replica of herself or another person, Anwyn can bring anything she imagines to life. If the melody is interrupted or the Illusion is touched it will disappear.

Songblade of the Oceana

• Battle Focus
  
  A single target ability, when going into en-garde position the rapier gives off a sharp shriek that vibrates through Anwyns body and enemies around her. If activated with a roll of the wrist creating a deep hum, Anwyn enters a more concentrated state that heightens her senses and awareness of the area around her and on the focused target.
• Strike True
  
  Taking first position and going into the salute, the flick and point of her blade emits a soft hum that vibrates through Anwyns body. Enhancing her agility and precision instead of raw strength, Anwyn is capable of striking quickly and hitting vital spots of an enemy. Her strength doesn't center around raw power or the ability to tank damage, but to output critical strikes with precision and speed making her quite the glass cannon.
• Horrid Song
  
  By rolling her wrist and waving her Songblade in a circular motion the rapier emits a deep and ominous hum. Enemies in earshot are filled with a sense of dread, often making weaker creatures run away while stronger ones are more hesitant to attack with their full strength.
• Blade Dance
  
  Activating Strike true by going into first position and salute, a roll and flick of the wrist creatures a ringing hum from her Songblade. When attacking an opponent Anwyn can jump to another target, as long as they're within a five foot radius of her, as if she's attacking the same enemy for a second time. This ability can only stay active if Anwyn is able to keep the ringing tune by jumping to other targets in continuous succession.

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Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person:

• Item: Coin Purse
• Item: Fox Fur Gloves
• Item: Winter Cloak
• Item: Water Pouch

Weapons:

• Item: Dagger

Armor:

• Item: Leather Corset
• Item: Padded Leather Vambraces
• Item: Leather Greaves

Pack Contents:

• Item: Personal Journal
• Item: Quill & Ink
• Item: Lantern Oil
• Item: Dried Meat Rations

Magical Items:

• Item: Rapier - Songblade of the Oceana
• Item: Ring of Warmth

Potions:

• Item: Soothing Oil
• Item: Potion of Healing
• Item: Cleansing Water
• Item: Essence of Fire

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History

History:Born in the Bog outside of River Run in Vicilles, Anwyn was the youngest of 349 among her family of Siren. The largest family among the nest, 3 generations of her clan lived their lives out within the Bog. Their once vast Ocean uninhabitable, her family came to the Bog more than a century ago. Adapting to their new way of life but sticking to traditions, the waters of the Bog were habitable enough that many other Sirens came to call it home, following in her families footsteps and living safely under the protection of the Apostolos. As the largest family, many of Kin became Guardians of their waters, protecting their people and their way of life. As tradition in her family, the 30 youngest were to join the rest of her family in the pact. Training under her many cousins, aunts and uncles, by the age of 16 she came to be proficient with many basic weapons, coming to favor a rapier as matured.

The many visitations to River Run lead to her interest in the world outside of her nest. This interest did not go unnoticed by her mother or father, and as her trips to River Run became more frequent word traveled fast to the Nest Elders. The old ways of her people were still held strong by her nest, forbidding too much interaction with Foreigners of her kind. This did not sit well with the Elders, as her behavior and interests were considered reckless and a danger to the Nest, she was given an ultimatum to decide on. Honor her kin and their way of life, or be disowned by the Nest. Still young and naive, Anwyns bond with her family meant much more than her own curiosity and at the time, the world outside of the nest was unknown to her. It was both terrifying and fascinating, and despite her she would abide by the Elders words

Earning the trust of her parents and the Elders she was permitted to accompany a small caravan of her people to River Run to purchase and barter with their own supplies. It was here that she met a man she only came to know as the Herald. His performance had gathered and large crowd, catching her own attention which inevitably lead her to separate from her siblings and people. He told the story of the War of Splitting Branches, dancing and playing his pan flute. A Bardic Mage, his music created illusions above that told the story, while the tune and melody kept Anwyn and the Crowd entranced. Holding a great impression over the young Siren she had approached him after the performance, asking him question after question until he finally gave her the answer she was seeking.

"A life not lived is not a life at all."

This epiphany had opened her eyes, realizing the cage she had put herself in upon abiding by the Elders ultimatum. Her kind didn't live for very long as the waters of the land were only so habitable, and with the strict traditions that kept her Nest reclusive and void of progression, Anwyn realized that this was not the life she wanted to live. Returning home with her kin, she gathered basic items in a knapsack, including her rapier and a coral flute she had crafted many years ago for herself, Anwyn left her Nest never to return at the fear of parents and Elders disapproval. Her return would only mean her exile, and that thought combined with her disappointment her parents might have harbored towards her now, the Siren vowed to never return to her Nest.

Travelling all over Vicilles, Anwyn met many throughout her travels, but at the border of Vicelles near Cambridge she met the Herald once again. It was at this meeting that he offered to take her under his wing and teach her the art of a Bard. Their magic, lifestyle and honor. To be a storyteller and historian of the land, the voice of the long forgotten, and a guardian of the arts and free speech. It was everything she had ever wanted, and together with the Herald he showed her a new life. It was these times that Anwyn grew the most, branching out of her racial traditions that had restricted her from the foreign world for so long. Preforming for audiences far and wide she met other artists, magical beings and creatures, learning their stories and magic as she journeyed through Carthus with The Herald.

On her 20th birthday, Anwyn was presented with a gift from the Herald. Taking her Rapier and sheath, The Herald enchanted her blade, hollowing out the inside as it was transformed into a Songblade. When sheathed the blade became a magical instrument, exchanging her old coral flute for an instrument that would allow Anwyn to channel her magic and preform properly for her audience or enemies. This gift came with a price however; The Herald felt there was no more he could teach her, and while she assured him that was not the case, she was left with one final vow from her master, "We will meet again, and when we do, tell me of your story Anwyn. By then I'm sure it will be an incredible tale to tell." Since then Anwyn has been on her own, preforming for the people and creatures of Carthus in search of where her story will begin.

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Extras

Character Quote:
"He who has the first word, has the last laugh."

"Better to strike true, then strong."

"A life not lived is not a life at all."

Anything Else:
Theme

A Tale of Blood and Fog

I'll go ahead and post what I have of my CS. I don't want to call it finished as I'm working on her magic section, so once I have that done I'll send it your way @Famotill to look it over and let me know if what I have is alright.

UPDATE: Here is the completed sheet of Anwyn!

Anwyn Apostolos

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Anwyn Apostolos

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Character Summary

Name: Anwyn Apostolos
Titles: Songblade of the Oceana
Aliases: Ann, Annie, Wynny
Age: 22
Race/Ethnicty: Siren
Continent of Origin: The Bog
Gender: Female
Class/Subclass: Lore Bard

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Stats

Strength: 10
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 5
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 15
Charisma: 17

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Physical Attributes

Height: 171 cm
Weight: 63 kg
Appearance Description: Unlike most of her kin, Anwyn is considered relatively short compared to the rest of the Sirens in the Bogs Nest. Among humans, she is of average height and seemingly fit. Athletic and toned, her legs are long and muscular while her figure is hour glass shaped. If not for the golden scales that dot her dark grey complexion, particularly around her face, she would easily pass for a typical human. Lips thick, and nose slender and pointed at the end, Anwyns eyes are a large dark brown framed with long lashes and golden scales. They too hold a golden tint at night only due to a thick lens that allows her to see clearly while under water.

Day To Day Attire: While most temperatures, besides the cold, are no bother to her Anwyn prefers to wear loose shirts and fitted pants pulling out her winter cloak or gloves if the weather calls for it. Wearing one particular outfit often, Anwyn is usually seen clothed in a loose white blouse that clings to her waist thanks to a leather laced corset. Fitted black nylon leggings and thigh high brown leather boots cover her legs, and a belt carrying her water pouch, coin purse, and rapier hangs around her waist.
Strengths:

• People Person
• Intuitive
• Adaptability

Weaknesses:

• Cold Temperatures:
• Ranged Weapons
• Unimaginative Minds
• Impatience

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Psychological Attributes

Intuitive * Flirtatious * Curious * Empathetic

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. It was something said to her by a merchant in River Run when she was still young and naive. Lessons learned over time she came to live by these words, holding true to them in every bit of her nature. Anwyn has always been a curious girl, eager to learn and understand different things outside of her culture. As a child this lead her into trouble with both her family and the nest, but stubborn and headstrong, Anwyn has never been one to give up on something easily or without good reason to. Never one to rush into things without a plan of action, Anwyn has learned to take things carefully and with great detail. This cautious and over-prepping way of life has kept her alive in many sticky situations but has made her prone to overthinking or over-analyzing a situation or person. Anwyn is always eager for a good conversation or story however, at times even forcing herself into others conversations which, more than often, can be seen as obnoxious or overbearing. Despite knowing this, Anwyn still loves to meet and learn about others, believing that everyone person has a story to tell. This interest has allowed her to become empathetic of others, trying her best in every situation to understand another's pain or passion. Priding herself in her intuitive nature and capabilities in reading others Anwyn can come off a bit pushy and a little more familiar than most people are comfortable with.

The concept of love is something she holds dearly, seeing it within her parents, the other Sirens of the nest, and those she's met during her travels. Gentle, fragile, passionate, and honest. It is her belief that such a love awaits her on her travels, believing that her true love is not within the nest but out in the open world waiting for her. With this idea in mind, Anwyn has attempted to find this love many times. Experiencing many fleeting and drawn out relationships, she still holds this idea close to her heart despite her lack of committed partners. A bleeding heart for romance, she's learned to deal with heartache through poetry or drowning her sorrows in alcohol or ale. Drinking has always been a favorite hobby of hers, be it social or by herself, her love for spirits and ale are well known in the town bars that she's stopped preformed at in Carthus. Both as a pick-me-up and a numbing agent, Anwyns typical nature is usually exaggerated under the influence. Extremely flirtatious, prone to reciting a ballad, or serenading the prettiest thing near her. Under the wrong circumstances her bleeding heart emerges and her songs share her angst and pain.
Habits:

• Singing Outloud
• Eavesdropping
• Nosiness
• Overthinking

Hobbies:

• Reading & Writing Poetry
• Drinking
• Singing & Dancing
• Flirting

Fears:

• Deep Water
• Returning Home to the Nest
• The Unknown
• Blood
• Death

Likes:

• Preforming
• Singing
• Interesting People
• Alcohol
• Cats
• Spicy Food
• Rain

Dislikes:

• Sweets
• Birds
• Humorless or Serious People
• Darkness
• Hollowed Men
• Seafood

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Skills

• Skill: Swordsmanship - Particularly Rapier proficiency
  
  Training under her kin to become a Guardian of her Nest, Anwyn has learned the basics on wielding many melee based weapons. Her favor and proficiency leaning towards a Rapier it's Fencing style.
• Skill: Horseback Riding
  
  A basic skill she learned during her early exploration of Carthus, however Anwyn prefers to travel on foot.
• Skill: Athleticism
  
  During her years training in the Bog, the requirements that followed being a Guardian was absolute fitness, both in health and flexibility. Practicing this same exercise regiment during her travels still, Anwyn has kept herself fit and agile.
• Skill: Preforming
  
  If there's one thing Anwyn is good at, it's preforming for her audience. Capable of holding the attention of many without needing to charm them with her magic, her reputation stands as one of the better showmen and Bardic entertainers within Vicilles and Northern Astoria.
• Skill: Outdrinking Others
  
  Despite her race, Anwyn prides herself in her drinking skills. Years of preforming at bars with The Herald and her by herself has warranted her quite a few free drinks and a hard tolerance. Serenading the richest man or woman in the room has also worked, but betting her tab against the town alcoholics and winning has always been more fun.
• Skill: Swimming & Breathing Underwater
  
  As a Siren, Anwyn is an adept swimmer. Capable of swimming great distances at fast paces, she was lucky enough that her own clan still carried their ancestors ability of breathing underwater. This is made obvious by the gills that open along the sides of her neck and torso.

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Magic

A Bards Tale

• Main Stage
  
  Requiring eye contact with her target, Anwyn can glamour or charm another person or being with a slow and enticing melody. If her song finishes the charm lasts a total of two minutes making Anwyn the center of attention for the glamoured. Allowing her suggestions to seem like commands, and her questions to almost always be answered, those with a strong will, or a stubborn nature can easily fight the effects. If she were to play the melody again to the same person or being, the effects would stack but wouldn't be near as strong as before.
• Vicious Mockery
  
  A harsh and off-tune melody is played as all enemies in earshot are put into a state of confusion and rage. While their attacks are more powerful, enemies effected by the melody are prone to missing and hurting themselves. This effect can be broken if the melody is interrupted.
• Will-o'-the-Wisps
  
  Childlike and playful, the melody calls forth the spirits of the forest. Appearing in the form of floating luminescent blue flames, the Wisps dance to the tune lighting the area in a five foot radius. On roads or trails, the Wisps will light up the path most taken or recently used. If an enemy is close by or within their radius of light the Wisps will turn a bright red.
• Healing Melody
  
  A soft and comforting tune, those in earshot distance of her melody have their wound or injuries healed over time. The longer the song lasts the more those effected by her performance are healed. This applies to enemies as well.
• Epic Illusion
  
  Powerful and passionate, this Melody can create grand illusions. From detailed moving images and pictures of great points in history, to an almost exact replica of herself or another person, Anwyn can bring anything she imagines to life. If the melody is interrupted or the Illusion is touched it will disappear.

Songblade of the Oceana

• Battle Focus
  
  A single target ability, when going into en-garde position the rapier gives off a sharp shriek that vibrates through Anwyns body and enemies around her. If activated with a roll of the wrist creating a deep hum, Anwyn enters a more concentrated state that heightens her senses and awareness of the area around her and on the focused target.
• Strike True
  
  Taking first position and going into the salute, the flick and point of her blade emits a soft hum that vibrates through Anwyns body. Enhancing her agility and precision instead of raw strength, Anwyn is capable of striking quickly and hitting vital spots of an enemy. Her strength doesn't center around raw power or the ability to tank damage, but to output critical strikes with precision and speed making her quite the glass cannon.
• Horrid Song
  
  By rolling her wrist and waving her Songblade in a circular motion the rapier emits a deep and ominous hum. Enemies in earshot are filled with a sense of dread, often making weaker creatures run away while stronger ones are more hesitant to attack with their full strength.
• Blade Dance
  
  Activating Strike true by going into first position and salute, a roll and flick of the wrist creatures a ringing hum from her Songblade. When attacking an opponent Anwyn can jump to another target, as long as they're within a five foot radius of her, as if she's attacking the same enemy for a second time. This ability can only stay active if Anwyn is able to keep the ringing tune by jumping to other targets in continuous succession.

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Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person:

• Item: Coin Purse
• Item: Fox Fur Gloves
• Item: Winter Cloak
• Item: Water Pouch

Weapons:

• Item: Dagger

Armor:

• Item: Leather Corset
• Item: Padded Leather Vambraces
• Item: Leather Greaves

Pack Contents:

• Item: Personal Journal
• Item: Quill & Ink
• Item: Lantern Oil
• Item: Dried Meat Rations

Magical Items:

• Item: Rapier - Songblade of the Oceana
• Item: Ring of Warmth

Potions:

• Item: Soothing Oil
• Item: Potion of Healing
• Item: Cleansing Water
• Item: Essence of Fire

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History

History:Born in the Bog outside of River Run in Vicilles, Anwyn was the youngest of 349 among her family of Siren. The largest family among the nest, 3 generations of her clan lived their lives out within the Bog. Their once vast Ocean uninhabitable, her family came to the Bog more than a century ago. Adapting to their new way of life but sticking to traditions, the waters of the Bog were habitable enough that many other Sirens came to call it home, following in her families footsteps and living safely under the protection of the Apostolos. As the largest family, many of Kin became Guardians of their waters, protecting their people and their way of life. As tradition in her family, the 30 youngest were to join the rest of her family in the pact. Training under her many cousins, aunts and uncles, by the age of 16 she came to be proficient with many basic weapons, coming to favor a rapier as matured.

The many visitations to River Run lead to her interest in the world outside of her nest. This interest did not go unnoticed by her mother or father, and as her trips to River Run became more frequent word traveled fast to the Nest Elders. The old ways of her people were still held strong by her nest, forbidding too much interaction with Foreigners of her kind. This did not sit well with the Elders, as her behavior and interests were considered reckless and a danger to the Nest, she was given an ultimatum to decide on. Honor her kin and their way of life, or be disowned by the Nest. Still young and naive, Anwyns bond with her family meant much more than her own curiosity and at the time, the world outside of the nest was unknown to her. It was both terrifying and fascinating, and despite her she would abide by the Elders words

Earning the trust of her parents and the Elders she was permitted to accompany a small caravan of her people to River Run to purchase and barter with their own supplies. It was here that she met a man she only came to know as the Herald. His performance had gathered and large crowd, catching her own attention which inevitably lead her to separate from her siblings and people. He told the story of the War of Splitting Branches, dancing and playing his pan flute. A Bardic Mage, his music created illusions above that told the story, while the tune and melody kept Anwyn and the Crowd entranced. Holding a great impression over the young Siren she had approached him after the performance, asking him question after question until he finally gave her the answer she was seeking.

"A life not lived is not a life at all."

This epiphany had opened her eyes, realizing the cage she had put herself in upon abiding by the Elders ultimatum. Her kind didn't live for very long as the waters of the land were only so habitable, and with the strict traditions that kept her Nest reclusive and void of progression, Anwyn realized that this was not the life she wanted to live. Returning home with her kin, she gathered basic items in a knapsack, including her rapier and a coral flute she had crafted many years ago for herself, Anwyn left her Nest never to return at the fear of parents and Elders disapproval. Her return would only mean her exile, and that thought combined with her disappointment her parents might have harbored towards her now, the Siren vowed to never return to her Nest.

Travelling all over Vicilles, Anwyn met many throughout her travels, but at the border of Vicelles near Cambridge she met the Herald once again. It was at this meeting that he offered to take her under his wing and teach her the art of a Bard. Their magic, lifestyle and honor. To be a storyteller and historian of the land, the voice of the long forgotten, and a guardian of the arts and free speech. It was everything she had ever wanted, and together with the Herald he showed her a new life. It was these times that Anwyn grew the most, branching out of her racial traditions that had restricted her from the foreign world for so long. Preforming for audiences far and wide she met other artists, magical beings and creatures, learning their stories and magic as she journeyed through Carthus with The Herald.

On her 20th birthday, Anwyn was presented with a gift from the Herald. Taking her Rapier and sheath, The Herald enchanted her blade, hollowing out the inside as it was transformed into a Songblade. When sheathed the blade became a magical instrument, exchanging her old coral flute for an instrument that would allow Anwyn to channel her magic and preform properly for her audience or enemies. This gift came with a price however; The Herald felt there was no more he could teach her, and while she assured him that was not the case, she was left with one final vow from her master, "We will meet again, and when we do, tell me of your story Anwyn. By then I'm sure it will be an incredible tale to tell." Since then Anwyn has been on her own, preforming for the people and creatures of Carthus in search of where her story will begin.

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Extras

Character Quote:
"He who has the first word, has the last laugh."

"Better to strike true, then strong."

"A life not lived is not a life at all."

Anything Else:
Theme

A Tale of Blood and Fog

I don't have my Bards character sheet quite finished, but once I have her history, personality and a few other important things finished up I'll post a rough draft.

Discord also sounds fine with me. It would allow OOC not to get so cluttered, and if the guild crashes we'll still have any ideas or PMs saved on discord over time.

A Tale of Blood and Fog

Before I settle on any ideas, or if I want to commit to this, could you DM me some more information on Sirens in this universe? @Famotill

Our Evil Ways

@Hey Im Jordan @McHaggis @Fabricant451I finished up my remaining characters, please let me know if I need to change or edit anything!

Our Evil Ways

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Ophelia Marie Guerra-Varela

^{_{#82e0aa | Dafnee Keen}}

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Ophelia Marie Guerra-Varela
^{5th Grader}

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Physical Characteristics

Standing at 4ft 6inches, Ophelia is a little short in height for an 11 year old. Hair and eyes a dark brown, her complexion is on the lighter side despite her Hispanic roots. A real tomboy at heart, Ophelia has never been one for dresses or girly things, instead leaning towards wearing boy jeans and shirts with shitty phrases or video game references. Ophelia used to have long hair before everything happened, and once shit hit the fan it was cut short just past her shoulders by Gracie.

Life Before the Apocalypse

"I don't know... I lived in Minneapolis with my Dad for a long time. It was just me and him for a while because Mom had left when I was really little. It was nice, but I knew my Dad was really lonely. When I turned 9 we moved to Winona and my Dad met Dolores. She was okay, but her daughter was... I don't know, I really didn't like her. Still really don't, but that.. that doesn't really matter anymore. After everything happened and my Dad stayed behind he told me to stay with Gracie and Damien. I get it was for the best, but I just really wish he would've come with us. I miss him a lot. I really hope he's okay.

To be honest, this would be really hard if Damien or Alex wasn't here. Since I moved to here, Damien, who's Gracie's best friend has always been really nice to me. I don't know why he likes Gracie so much, cause she's the worst, but I don't really care. Alex is also my best friend. Since I got held behind last year we ended up in the same class together and she was really nice to me. Gracie calls her a crybaby, but I don't really think so."

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Slight of Hand: A terrible habit she had picked up during her rebellious stage in school, Ophelia has a nasty habit of taking and or stealing things from people and places around her. Scolded for this habit, and now considering it a talent, Ophelia only steals what's needed or necessary for the groups survival. And maybe a treat or toy here and there if she or Alex really wants it.
➕ Quick, Quiet, and Small: With a short height, and a thin physique, Ophelia is both small and quick. Capable of fitting into tight fit spaces, and hiding easily when need be.
➖ Angry Child: Before her fathers marriage to her step-mother, Ophelia had never been an angry child. However, upon moving to Winona into her new house, with her new mother, and new older sister -- Ophelia became rage-full. Hating everything and almost everyone, she became petty and distant. Her mouth has gotten her in trouble more than a handful of times, and school was even worse as she'd pick fights with anyone who'd even glance at her wrong. She's calmed down quite a bit, considering how easy it is to gain the attention of the dead by any kind of shouting or rough housing, but bottling things up can only do so much for so long.
➖ Begrudging: Holding a grudge is by far Ophelia's worst trait. Showing hardly any empathy or compassion to those who do her, or her family wrong, Ophelia will act petty and stubborn. It's hard for her to forgive, and getting on her good side again has been a struggle that not even Gracie, her step-sister, has accomplished.

Personal Goals

As far as short term goals come, Ophelia just wants to sleep on a bed again. Maybe even find a new pair of shoes rather then wearing the worn out pair of sneakers Dolores had bought her for her birthday last year. Long term wise, Ophelia hopes to find her father alive someday. It's an almost impossible goal, and one that Gracie likes to give her a hard time about, but it's one of the only reasons she keeps on fighting and trying to survive.

Inventory

- Box of Cheerios Cereal
- Her Dads Swiss Army Knife
- Small First Aid Kit

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Grace Anne Varela

^{_{#e74c3c | Dua Lipa}}

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Grace "Gracie" Anne Varela
^{High School Student - Cross Country / Track & Field Star}

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Physical Characteristics

Unlike most girls her age, Grace is a tall and toned athletic teenager. Always being the tallest person in her grade throughout elementary, Gracie, now 18, is inching closer and closer to 6ft. Dark brown hair and eyes, she used to have long hair but cut hers and Ophelia's recently after suggestion from the group. Wearing clothes on the warmer side, she prefers to layer up stockpiling on sweaters and socks which tend to keep her on the slower side when just walking.

Life Before the Apocalypse

"Uh, well, I lived with my Mom and Dad here in Winona. Like a year or two before everything went to shit my Mom divorced my Dad because both of them were cheating on each other. It was honestly so stupid, and to make things worse she started rebounding really hard. It wasn't like she brought a bunch of dudes home, but she definitely had a few boyfriends she was rotating. Like a few months later she ended up meeting George, and he was a pretty cool but his daughter was such a fucking brat. Literally did not talk to me for months, and was so fucking rude -- the little shit used to cut up my clothes, and spit in my makeup. It was literally the worst.

But I've been running with Damien like all my life, and if it wasn't for that, Ophelia would have literally made me crazy. She used to always try to get his attention whenever she could, especially after we got home from school, and it was so ridic-- Ah, sorry. Anyway, the day everything went to shit Damien and I were walking back to my house and ended up running into those... things. When we got back to my house George and Ophelia we're home, but my mom wasn't and... and. Everything happened so fast ya' know? It's all kind of a blur, and I don't know how we survived but... here I am."

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Athletic Experience: Gracie has always loved to run. Continuing this interest from elementary into Middle School and eventually High School, this love for running turned into a passion that lead her to be among the top runners in her school in both Cross Country and Track and Field. Capable of running long distances and going into quick sprints when needing to, obstacles can still be an issue but overtime Gracie has learned how to get around those easier as well.
➕ Artistic: While running is definitely her passion, down time has always been spent on drawing. Another hobby she carried with her into her high school years from childhood, Gracie doesn't really like to talk about her art or show off her drawings however.
➖ Self Centered: Gracie only cares about one person, herself. Taking care of number one has always been her way of life, going as far as selfishly hoarding her personal items to even refusing to help someone if she doesn't get some kind of gain from it. It's not a personal thing, at least that's what she says, but this attitude has never sat well with many, and while Gracie knows this she doesn't quite care.
➖ The Victim: Gracie has never been the kind of girl to call herself out, or own up to her faults. Never the cause of any problems, she'll twist others words around in order to avoid any blame, pulling out the victim card whenever things happen to be her fault.

Personal Goals

Besides all of the materialistic things Gracie would love to have, she only has one short term goal, and that's to be able to take a comfortable shower again and not feel so vulnerable. When it comes to long-term, Gracie simply wants to survive. Terrified of death and becoming one of the many Zombies she's learned to kill and run from, Grace is willing to do whatever it takes to stay alive.

Inventory

- Her Dead Android Phone
- Sketch Book
- Pencil Case (2 Ballpoint Pens, 3 Lead Pencils, 1 Black Sharpie, Red & Purple Gel Pens, and an Eraser)
- 1 Water Bottle
- Can Opener
- Hair Brush
- Half a Pack of Menthol Cigarettes

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Damien Anthony Harper

^{_{#666699 | Ashton Sanders}}

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Damien Anthony Harper
^{High School Student / Grocery Store Clerk}

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Physical Characteristics

Just above average height at 6ft 2inches, Damien is a relatively thin and toned teenager. Underweight for sure especially for his age and height, the only thing that's really kept him fit was running with Grace. Considering how skinny he seems, most of his clothes are on the baggier side. Wearing a borrowed thick denim jacket from Ophelia's dad, Damien's clothing are plain, light and limited to fitted white shirts, and worn out jeans, most of which were scavenged from stores or empty houses.

Life Before the Apocalypse

"I've lived in Winona all my life with my Mom and three younger brothers. She worked 3 jobs to support us, so she wasn't around a lot and I ended up taking care of my brothers most of the time. Uh, Tye was my littlest brother, he was only like 6 and he was just starting Kindergarten. Jerome and Jamal were twins and they were both 10, Ophelia actually was in the same class with them actually but they only really hung out whenever she came over with my friend Grace. Things were rough for a long time, but Grace's mom and my mom have been friends since High School so they helped us out a lot. Gracie and I have known each other since we were babies though, and since we stayed at her house a lot we ended up going to school together all the way up until high school. She was actually the one who got me into running, so it was kind of nice to have an outlet when everything would just get too much.

But things were looking up when all this happened. My mom was able to get to quit two of her jobs for a really nice office job that Dolores had helped her with, I had got job at a grocery store down the road, Tye was starting Kindergarten. Cross country season was about to start at our high school too, and then.. everything just fell apart. There was a park that everyone met up at near the school, and when we crossed the road and started walking down the path it looked like a big fight was going on near the playground. But, it was just those... things, just biting and tearing at people. Grace and I were able to get out of there in time before we got noticed but, we ended up having to leave Ophelia's dad behind and met up with her friend Alex and her Dad. It's been tough, but it's nice to know that we're not alone. You know?"

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Basic First Aid & CPR Training: Before joining Grace on the Cross Country Team, Damien was one of three managers that worked with the coaches and took care of basic needs for the team. Washing their clothes, fixing any of their equipment and also treating any basic injury or emergency CPR.
➕ Empathetic: Caring for his brothers, Damien has become a patient and understanding person. Willing to lend an ear, hand, or just a shoulder to cry on Damien tries to be as unbiased as possible which can lead to him being somewhat indecisive. It's not hard for him to read other people, and if something seems uneasy or off it's not unlike him to reach out and see if there's something he can do to help.
➖ Insecure: Many of Damien's issues are rooted in his own anxiety. Not anti-social by any means, he just isn't all that comfortable with small talk. Crowds were also an issue, but in times like these he's found it to be comforting in the numbers. Not something he's ever been interested in talking about, but Damien also has anxiety with his own masculinity. Tall, and slender he's more than aware of his lack of strength or mannish prowess and more than often secretly questions his sexual orientation. Despite being a human ventilator for anyone reaching out to him, Damien has never been one to share these anxieties and instead simply bottles them up.
➖ Dissociation: Besides surviving and keeping on the look out for food, there isn't much to do besides walk. Both dangerous and tedious, the long silence that follows the groups constant travelling becomes an almost calming white noise for Damien. Distracting himself time almost seems to fly by entering as he enters an almost auto-pilot like mode. Trapped in his own thoughts and memories. Experiencing this while under great stress and frustration as well, Damien has learned this can also lead to him blacking out. Going into a rage or deep depression that he more than often doesn't remember afterwards.

Personal Goals

For short term goals, Damien wouldn't mind having a good meal. Something homey and fully cooked. A good nights rest has definitely been something on his mind, finding it difficult to rest knowing danger could be roaming nearby at any moment. Long term wise, Damien simply wants some kind of normalcy again. To be able to go on a long run with Gracie again and not have it be for the sake of their life. Even just being able to walk down the street again to the corner store and pick up some chips or a soda like he used to with his brothers.

Inventory

- 2 packs of Nicotine Gum
- Pocket Knife
- Ophelia and Graces jackets and clothes
- Map of Minnesota given to them by Ophelia's Father
- 3 Breakfast Bars
- 4 Pack of AA Batteries

Our Evil Ways

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Ophelia Marie Guerra-Varela

^{_{#82e0aa | Dafnee Keen}}

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Ophelia Marie Guerra-Varela
^{5th Grader}

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Physical Characteristics

Standing at 4ft 6inches, Ophelia is a little short in height for an 11 year old. Hair and eyes a dark brown, her complexion is on the lighter side despite her Hispanic roots. A real tomboy at heart, Ophelia has never been one for dresses or girly things, instead leaning towards wearing boy jeans and shirts with shitty phrases or video game references. Ophelia used to have long hair before everything happened, and once shit hit the fan it was cut short just past her shoulders by Gracie.

Life Before the Apocalypse

"I don't know... I lived in Minneapolis with my Dad for a long time. It was just me and him for a while because Mom had left when I was really little. It was nice, but I knew my Dad was really lonely. When I turned 9 we moved to Winona and my Dad met Dolores. She was okay, but her daughter was... I don't know, I really didn't like her. Still really don't, but that.. that doesn't really matter anymore. After everything happened and my Dad stayed behind he told me to stay with Gracie and Damien. I get it was for the best, but I just really wish he would've come with us. I miss him a lot. I really hope he's okay.

To be honest, this would be really hard if Damien or Alex wasn't here. Since I moved to here, Damien, who's Gracie's best friend has always been really nice to me. I don't know why he likes Gracie so much, cause she's the worst, but I don't really care. Alex is also my best friend. Since I got held behind last year we ended up in the same class together and she was really nice to me. Gracie calls her a crybaby, but I don't really think so."

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Slight of Hand: A terrible habit she had picked up during her rebellious stage in school, Ophelia has a nasty habit of taking and or stealing things from people and places around her. Scolded for this habit, and now considering it a talent, Ophelia only steals what's needed or necessary for the groups survival. And maybe a treat or toy here and there if she or Alex really wants it.
➕ Quick, Quiet, and Small: With a short height, and a thin physique, Ophelia is both small and quick. Capable of fitting into tight fit spaces, and hiding easily when need be.
➖ Angry Child: Before her fathers marriage to her step-mother, Ophelia had never been an angry child. However, upon moving to Winona into her new house, with her new mother, and new older sister -- Ophelia became rage-full. Hating everything and almost everyone, she became petty and distant. Her mouth has gotten her in trouble more than a handful of times, and school was even worse as she'd pick fights with anyone who'd even glance at her wrong. She's calmed down quite a bit, considering how easy it is to gain the attention of the dead by any kind of shouting or rough housing, but bottling things up can only do so much for so long.
➖ Begrudging: Holding a grudge is by far Ophelia's worst trait. Showing hardly any empathy or compassion to those who do her, or her family wrong, Ophelia will act petty and stubborn. It's hard for her to forgive, and getting on her good side again has been a struggle that not even Gracie, her step-sister, has accomplished.

Personal Goals

As far as short term goals come, Ophelia just wants to sleep on a bed again. Maybe even find a new pair of shoes rather then wearing the worn out pair of sneakers Dolores had bought her for her birthday last year. Long term wise, Ophelia hopes to find her father alive someday. It's an almost impossible goal, and one that Gracie likes to give her a hard time about, but it's one of the only reasons she keeps on fighting and trying to survive.

Inventory

- Box of Cheerios Cereal
- Her Dads Swiss Army Knife
- Small First Aid Kit

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Grace Anne Varela

^{_{#e74c3c | Dua Lipa}}

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Grace "Gracie" Anne Varela
^{High School Student - Cross Country / Track & Field Star}

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Physical Characteristics

Unlike most girls her age, Grace is a tall and toned athletic teenager. Always being the tallest person in her grade throughout elementary, Gracie, now 18, is inching closer and closer to 6ft. Dark brown hair and eyes, she used to have long hair but cut hers and Ophelia's recently after suggestion from the group. Wearing clothes on the warmer side, she prefers to layer up stockpiling on sweaters and socks which tend to keep her on the slower side when just walking.

Life Before the Apocalypse

"Uh, well, I lived with my Mom and Dad here in Winona. Like a year or two before everything went to shit my Mom divorced my Dad because both of them were cheating on each other. It was honestly so stupid, and to make things worse she started rebounding really hard. It wasn't like she brought a bunch of dudes home, but she definitely had a few boyfriends she was rotating. Like a few months later she ended up meeting George, and he was a pretty cool but his daughter was such a fucking brat. Literally did not talk to me for months, and was so fucking rude -- the little shit used to cut up my clothes, and spit in my makeup. It was literally the worst.

But I've been running with Damien like all my life, and if it wasn't for that, Ophelia would have literally made me crazy. She used to always try to get his attention whenever she could, especially after we got home from school, and it was so ridic-- Ah, sorry. Anyway, the day everything went to shit Damien and I were walking back to my house and ended up running into those... things. When we got back to my house George and Ophelia we're home, but my mom wasn't and... and. Everything happened so fast ya' know? It's all kind of a blur, and I don't know how we survived but... here I am."

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Athletic Experience: Gracie has always loved to run. Continuing this interest from elementary into Middle School and eventually High School, this love for running turned into a passion that lead her to be among the top runners in her school in both Cross Country and Track and Field. Capable of running long distances and going into quick sprints when needing to, obstacles can still be an issue but overtime Gracie has learned how to get around those easier as well.
➕ Artistic: While running is definitely her passion, down time has always been spent on drawing. Another hobby she carried with her into her high school years from childhood, Gracie doesn't really like to talk about her art or show off her drawings however.
➖ Self Centered: Gracie only cares about one person, herself. Taking care of number one has always been her way of life, going as far as selfishly hoarding her personal items to even refusing to help someone if she doesn't get some kind of gain from it. It's not a personal thing, at least that's what she says, but this attitude has never sat well with many, and while Gracie knows this she doesn't quite care.
➖ The Victim: Gracie has never been the kind of girl to call herself out, or own up to her faults. Never the cause of any problems, she'll twist others words around in order to avoid any blame, pulling out the victim card whenever things happen to be her fault.

Personal Goals

Besides all of the materialistic things Gracie would love to have, she only has one short term goal, and that's to be able to take a comfortable shower again and not feel so vulnerable. When it comes to long-term, Gracie simply wants to survive. Terrified of death and becoming one of the many Zombies she's learned to kill and run from, Grace is willing to do whatever it takes to stay alive.

Inventory

- Her Dead Android Phone
- Sketch Book
- Pencil Case (2 Ballpoint Pens, 3 Lead Pencils, 1 Black Sharpie, Red & Purple Gel Pens, and an Eraser)
- 1 Water Bottle
- Can Opener
- Hair Brush
- Half a Pack of Menthol Cigarettes

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Damien Anthony Harper

^{_{#666699 | Ashton Sanders}}

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Damien Anthony Harper
^{High School Student / Grocery Store Clerk}

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Physical Characteristics

Just above average height at 6ft 2inches, Damien is a relatively thin and toned teenager. Underweight for sure especially for his age and height, the only thing that's really kept him fit was running with Grace. Considering how skinny he seems, most of his clothes are on the baggier side. Wearing a borrowed thick denim jacket from Ophelia's dad, Damien's clothing are plain, light and limited to fitted white shirts, and worn out jeans, most of which were scavenged from stores or empty houses.

Life Before the Apocalypse

"I've lived in Winona all my life with my Mom and three younger brothers. She worked 3 jobs to support us, so she wasn't around a lot and I ended up taking care of my brothers most of the time. Uh, Tye was my littlest brother, he was only like 6 and he was just starting Kindergarten. Jerome and Jamal were twins and they were both 10, Ophelia actually was in the same class with them actually but they only really hung out whenever she came over with my friend Grace. Things were rough for a long time, but Grace's mom and my mom have been friends since High School so they helped us out a lot. Gracie and I have known each other since we were babies though, and since we stayed at her house a lot we ended up going to school together all the way up until high school. She was actually the one who got me into running, so it was kind of nice to have an outlet when everything would just get too much.

But things were looking up when all this happened. My mom was able to get to quit two of her jobs for a really nice office job that Dolores had helped her with, I had got job at a grocery store down the road, Tye was starting Kindergarten. Cross country season was about to start at our high school too, and then.. everything just fell apart. There was a park that everyone met up at near the school, and when we crossed the road and started walking down the path it looked like a big fight was going on near the playground. But, it was just those... things, just biting and tearing at people. Grace and I were able to get out of there in time before we got noticed but, we ended up having to leave Ophelia's dad behind and met up with her friend Alex and her Dad. It's been tough, but it's nice to know that we're not alone. You know?"

Strengths & Weaknesses

➕ Basic First Aid & CPR Training: Before joining Grace on the Cross Country Team, Damien was one of three managers that worked with the coaches and took care of basic needs for the team. Washing their clothes, fixing any of their equipment and also treating any basic injury or emergency CPR.
➕ Empathetic: Caring for his brothers, Damien has become a patient and understanding person. Willing to lend an ear, hand, or just a shoulder to cry on Damien tries to be as unbiased as possible which can lead to him being somewhat indecisive. It's not hard for him to read other people, and if something seems uneasy or off it's not unlike him to reach out and see if there's something he can do to help.
➖ Insecure: Many of Damien's issues are rooted in his own anxiety. Not anti-social by any means, he just isn't all that comfortable with small talk. Crowds were also an issue, but in times like these he's found it to be comforting in the numbers. Not something he's ever been interested in talking about, but Damien also has anxiety with his own masculinity. Tall, and slender he's more than aware of his lack of strength or mannish prowess and more than often secretly questions his sexual orientation. Despite being a human ventilator for anyone reaching out to him, Damien has never been one to share these anxieties and instead simply bottles them up.
➖ Dissociation: Besides surviving and keeping on the look out for food, there isn't much to do besides walk. Both dangerous and tedious, the long silence that follows the groups constant travelling becomes an almost calming white noise for Damien. Distracting himself time almost seems to fly by entering as he enters an almost auto-pilot like mode. Trapped in his own thoughts and memories. Experiencing this while under great stress and frustration as well, Damien has learned this can also lead to him blacking out. Going into a rage or deep depression that he more than often doesn't remember afterwards.

Personal Goals

For short term goals, Damien wouldn't mind having a good meal. Something homey and fully cooked. A good nights rest has definitely been something on his mind, finding it difficult to rest knowing danger could be roaming nearby at any moment. Long term wise, Damien simply wants some kind of normalcy again. To be able to go on a long run with Gracie again and not have it be for the sake of their life. Even just being able to walk down the street again to the corner store and pick up some chips or a soda like he used to with his brothers.

Inventory

- 2 packs of Nicotine Gum
- Pocket Knife
- Ophelia and Graces jackets and clothes
- Map of Minnesota given to them by Ophelia's Father
- 3 Breakfast Bars
- 4 Pack of AA Batteries

I'll use this space for my two other characters as well.

Our Evil Ways [An Apocalypse RP]

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Of course not! The more the merrier.

@Hey Im Jordan

Perfect. I'll go ahead and jump on the discord after I've eaten dinner and finished a few things. Looking forward to being apart of this.