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Ionna

Name: Ionna (ee-OH-nuh)
Alias: NA
Race: Centaur
Gender: Female
Age: 20

Appearance: Because Ionna was a wood elf, she only stands at about 6’5” in her centaur form. In comparison to her original four and a half foot stature, Ionna feels like a giant. The skin on her top half has a light brown color which her bottom half matches, with the exception of few white splotches on her legs like that of paint horse. Overall, Ionna is lean with more muscle than most wood elves. Her chest nearly flat and uncovered by any clothing, except a simple necklace, and her hair is dark brown and braided down the center of her head. Ionna’s tail is the same color as the hair on her head and her hooves resemble ivory.

Personality/Motivation: There is a naivety to Ionna’s curiosity and emotions, which can come across as innocence. Raised like a true wood elf, she is at home in nature and cautious around humans. Her decisions are based less on any long-term plans or thinking, and more on instinct. It’s not that Ionna can’t problem solve, but her thoughts tend to automatically be moment-to-moment like that of an animal. This allows her to be “optimistic” more often than not, and usually undeterred by danger.
She was born a wood elf missing her right arm, but had a normal elvish upbringing filled with stargazing, meadow frolicking, and tricking the occasional traveler. One afternoon Ionna and her friends spotted an old man walking through their forest. On discovering that he had magical powers, they surrounded him and demanded that he help Ionna grow her missing arm. Upset at their threatening behavior, he feigned cooperation and shot a spell at Ionna. When the dust cleared, she had not grown a right arm, but four new horse legs.

Gear: She has a small deerskin pouch across her chest and a short spear slung on her back.
Abilities: Since it takes two arms to operate a bow, Ionna learned how to accurately hurl a spear at an early age. Her hearing is enhanced and most animals are quite passive in her presence.

Flaws: Ionna was never the most coordinated wood elf. Walking in her new body has proven to be no easy task, let alone running which usually results in as much grace as a newborn fawn. And although her long range accuracy is proficient, Ionna can be quickly overwhelmed at close quarters.
Favor: 0

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Controlled Chaos

Ionna

Name: Ionna (ee-OH-nuh)
Alias: NA
Race: Centaur
Gender: Female
Age: 20

Appearance: Because Ionna was a wood elf, she only stands at about 6’5” in her centaur form. In comparison to her original four and a half foot stature, Ionna feels like a giant. The skin on her top half has a light brown color which her bottom half matches, with the exception of few white splotches on her legs like that of paint horse. Overall, Ionna is lean with more muscle than most wood elves. Her chest nearly flat and uncovered by any clothing, except a simple necklace, and her hair is dark brown and braided down the center of her head. The only thing Ionna’s tail is the same color as the hair on her head and her hooves resemble ivory.

Personality/Motivation: There is a naivety to Ionna’s curiosity and emotions, which can come across as innocence. Raised like a true wood elf, she is at home in nature and cautious around humans. Her decisions are based less on any long-term plans or thinking, and more on instinct. It’s not that Ionna can’t problem solve, but her thoughts tend to automatically be moment-to-moment like that of an animal. This allows her to be “optimistic” more often than not, and usually undeterred by danger.
She was born a wood elf missing her right arm, but had a normal elvish upbringing filled with stargazing, meadow frolicking, and tricking the occasional traveler. One afternoon Ionna and her friends spotted an old man walking through their forest. On discovering that he had magical powers, they surrounded him and demanded that he help Ionna grow her missing arm. Upset at their threatening behavior, he feigned cooperation and shot a spell at Ionna. When the dust cleared, she had not grown a right arm, but four new horse legs.

Gear: She has a small deerskin pouch across her chest and a short spear slung on her back.
Abilities: Since it takes two arms to operate a bow, Ionna learned how to accurately hurl a spear at an early age. Her hearing is enhanced and most animals are quite passive in her presence.

Flaws: Ionna was never the most coordinated wood elf. Walking in her new body has proven to be no easy task, let alone running which usually results in as much grace as a newborn fawn. And although her long range accuracy is proficient, Ionna can be quickly overwhelmed at close quarters.
Favor: 0

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Sorry this took a little while to get up. Let me know if anything needs to be edited.

Controlled Chaos

If this is still open, I'd love to join. I could have a character up by tomorrow.

Brocklen hall Asylum ( Accepting players 6/10 spots left no reservations.)

Appearance:

Name: Lucas Soto

Number: 237

Age: 25

Illness/Difference: Bipolar Disorder

Personality: Lucas, to most people, is a spark that flares up and then dies down. Soto is his name and attention is his game. Lucas loves to meet new people and be chaotic if only to shake things up and make his peers smile. His audacious and wisecrack personality is only rivaled by his constant nervous energy. Words usually leave his lips before he has time to process his own thoughts. Even with the best intentions, this can often get him in trouble with more sensitive individuals. Lucas doesn't spend a lot of time in between his extremes and is often either high strung with nervous ticks or completely exhausted of all energy and seemingly oblivious to the world around him.

Text color: Mint

Background: Lucas would never admit it, but this disorder has affected him as far back as he can remember. He grew up with his older sister and grandmother while their parents worked overseas. His sister was gone most days and nights working two jobs and his grandmother stayed home, yelling broken japanese at the living room wall. That musty cramped apartment was enough to drive him crazy. And sitting still in a classroom was never an option. Lucas preferred to roam free; to follow the railroad tracks until the sun set, whooping and hollering at the graffitied trains passing by. Playing hooky never proved to be a problem for him until he started feeling too brave. Some days he would sneak from the house with four or five pots and pans, set up in town, and perform on his extravagant drum set for any poor soul within ear shot. The occasional flight or fight with the cops was worth his freedom. Anyone who saw Lucas outside of his tiny apartment saw a vibrant truant with an infinite supply of energy. It was another story when he came home, which was what got sent to the loony bin. Lucas still had plenty of spirit at home, but it was out right destructive. When his grandmother yelled at the walls, he screamed back until his voice cracked. Books were thrown, sheets ripped, and mirrors broken. Then it would all come to an abrupt stop and Lucas would collapse in a pile of blankets on his floor, curling up into a fetal position. Once he turned 18, he began his stay at Brocklen Hall. Since then, Lucas' more violent behavior has calmed down to occasional outbursts and depressive episodes.

Other: Lucas has difficulty finishing meals and falling asleep.

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I made an account on this website a long ways back, and recently I've started feeling that roleplaying itch again. Love the updates to the site. See you guys in the forums!

Brocklen hall Asylum ( Accepting players 6/10 spots left no reservations.)

All finished. ^^

Appearance:

Name: Lucas Soto

Number:

Age: 25

Illness/Difference: Bipolar Disorder

Personality: Lucas, to most people, is a spark that flares up and then dies down. Soto is his name and attention is his game. Lucas loves to meet new people and be chaotic if only to shake things up and make his peers smile. His audacious and wisecrack personality is only rivaled by his constant nervous energy. Words usually leave his lips before he has time to process his own thoughts. Even with the best intentions, this can often get him in trouble with more sensitive individuals. Lucas doesn't spend a lot of time in between his extremes and is often either high strung with nervous ticks or completely exhausted of all energy and seemingly oblivious to the world around him

Text color: Mint

Background: Lucas would never admit it, but this disorder has affected him as far back as he can remember. He grew up with his older sister and grandmother while their parents worked overseas. His sister was gone most days and nights working two jobs and his grandmother stayed home, yelling broken japanese at the living room wall. That musty cramped apartment was enough to drive him crazy. And sitting still in a classroom was never an option. Lucas preferred to roam free; to follow the railroad tracks until the sun set, whooping and hollering at the graffitied trains passing by. Playing hooky never proved to be a problem for him until he started feeling too brave. Some days he would sneak from the house with four or five pots and pans, set up in town, and perform on his extravagant drum set for any poor soul within ear shot. The occasional flight or fight with the cops was worth his freedom. Anyone who saw Lucas outside of his tiny apartment saw a vibrant truant with an infinite supply of energy. It was another story when he came home, which was what got sent to the loony bin. Lucas still had plenty of spirit at home, but it was out right destructive. When his grandmother yelled at the walls, he screamed back until his voice cracked. Books were thrown, sheets ripped, and mirrors broken. Then it would all come to an abrupt stop and Lucas would collapse in a pile of blankets on his floor, curling up into a fetal position. Once he turned 18, he began his stay at Brocklen Hall. Since then, Lucas' more violent behavior has calmed down to occasional outbursts and depressive episodes.

Other: Lucas has difficulty finishing meals and falling asleep.