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Trixiana

Trixiana

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Name

Trixiana Budalare

Race

Elf

Gender

Female

Age

82

Appearance

Long, ashen blonde hair falls all the way to her mid back, which is usually held back from her face by a leather brace. Bright blue eyes that can pierce your soul and weaken any man. Trixiana is a rather short elf, standing at a meek 5'6. It helps her to blend in with the humans and makes her blend in with others as long as her pointed ears are covered. She has a marking of her tribe branded in the middle of her forehead and a tattoo along her left upper arm. Her clothes are usually made of leather. Her arm braces, leather pants, leather top. Anything she could make from animal hide.

Personality

Arrogant to a fault. She is good at what she does, and she is very aware of that. Trixiana can be sweet and considerate to those in need, but deadly and swift with those she believes needs to be taken care of. She has a bright laugh and loves to just chill out, despite her deadly aura. When in predator mode, danger spills from her veins and her ice turns cold. She doesn't care if her prey is a commoner or a royal. She will take on any job for the right amount of money.

Background

Having been raised by gentle parents, Trixiana had a great life growing up. She was the apple of her father's eye and was doted on by her mother. Then one day her parents went on an outing to the kingdom and never came back. Trixiana was convinced somebody had targeted them, and so her anger for the kingdom began. She had been on her own since the tender age of ten and had to learn how to fend for herself. That was when she had stolen a bow and some arrows from a market by the kingdom. She taught herself how to use the bow and arrow and was soon able to get her own food without having to steal it.
It was when she was nineteen years old that she had been caught by one of the market guards. Instead of turning her in, he saw promise in her. Turned out he was against the kingdom as well. The guard took Trixiana in under his wing and taught her how to throw daggers. He then introduced her to the world of killing for a few coins. Ever since that day, she had been known to take out anyone for a baggie. Her reputation got to be huge around the kingdom, only going by the nickname of the Piercer. All of her prey had been left with a single pierced hole in their bodies. It wasn't until she took the wrong job one day. Guards had surrounded her and was convinced she didn't work alone, as she was too pretty looking and small to be considered deadly.

Talents

Archery, throwing daggers.

Flaws

Not very good at hand to hand combat due to her small nature. Can be quickly overpowered by someone larger than her.

Equipment

Bow, quiver, arrows, three daggers

Interest Check for Blackguards!

Interested

Vampire The Masquerade: Seattle by night

Consider me interested

Operation Eclipse

Could be interested

Darkness Eternal (Supernatural type RP) 18 plus only

Think this is meant to go in the 1x1 Roleplay area, unless you're looking for several people to join your world.

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

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She didn't know what to do or where to go, but she had keys in hand that hopefully would lead them somewhere. Her eyes went to the Asian woman and watched as she pulled a tiki torch out of the ground before spinning it in hand. Delaney blinked at that action before letting out a breath. Maybe the woman had some kind of fighting experience? That would help to keep the zombies- damn, she still couldn't believe she was using that word- away from all of them. The other woman at the bar seemed to have a chair leg in her hand to also defend herself with. Did Delaney have anything she could use to fight anything off? Well. She had a well toned, physically able man in one hand and keys in the other. Hopefully the man would protect her. Her nose scrunched at the thought of having someone else fight her battles, but right now was not the time to deny any help at all.

Soon the woman with the chair leg stated she knew where the staff rooms were. Good. They needed someone in their group who actually knew the ship. Delaney hadn't paid that much attention to anything around her as she was just enjoying her vacation. If she ever got back home, she was going to stay there. There was no way in hell she was getting on a boat again, either. Her eyes went to the edge of the ship and noticed they were in the middle of nowhere. There was no land in sight. Her chest constricted and she shook her head. There was definitely no way she was going to put herself in this position again. No way in hell. She would stay on dry land from now on.

Suddenly she was pulled closer to Rhys and her free hand went to his body, the keys and her fingers splayed out on his toned stomach. Delaney blinked and lowered her hand. Damn. If they survived this, she was absolutely getting this man's number. Not only was he doing everything in his power to keep her safe, but he had actually saved her life with that woman. That one hundred percent deserved a phone number exchange. Her eyes blinked when she realized she was focusing on the man instead of the peril that was surrounding them. Maybe her brain was trying to protect itself by diverting its attention somewhere else? She wasn't sure, but she knew they had to get out of where they were. They needed to get somewhere they could hide until all of this was over.

If it ever would be.

She huffed out a breath and lowered her hand from the man's stomach, albeit regrettably. "Alright, let's go. We'll be better if we stay as a group."

The Witches & Warlocks of Tanner 2.0

Violet Parker

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FC: Peyton List. Color: Violet
"Apple doesn't fall very far from the tree"

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Basic Information

Name: Violet Parker
Gender Female
Age: 25
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
College Degree: Forensic Psychology

Magical Abilities

Witch or Warlock: Witch

School of Magic: Necromancy
Magical Ability (out of 10): 8
Signature Spells:

• Finger of Death Can induce a feeling of overall pain when pointing at a person. Has to keep pointing at the subject in order for the pain to last.

School of Magic: Trasmutation
Magical Ability (out of 10): 6
Signature Spells:

• Flesh to Stone Can turn somebody to stone for up to a minute, allowing her time to either get away or plan a different approach to fighting.

School of Magic: Evocation
Magical Ability (out of 10): 7
Signature Spells:

• Frostbite Can cause a body part to induce the pain and look of frostbite as long as she's touching them. As soon as the connection is broken, the body part returns to normal.

Personality:Violet is a flat out bitch. She believes she deserves everything the world can offer her, and won't stop until she gets every little thing. Whether it be a promotion, a relationship- she gets what she wants. She is not afraid to step on people to get those things either. The only love she has is for her parents. They are definitely her weakness. Violet will continue to fight for what she believes is hers, and will do everything in her power to get it, even going so far as to using her power on non-magis.

History/Bio:Raised by Tina and Ronald Parker, Violet had the best life growing up in a small country town in Florida. Her parents were well off- her mother a Professor and her father an Emergency Department physician. She wanted for nothing. Though, as she grew into a teen, her rebel years hit her hard. Violet didn't feel as if she belonged with her parents and felt as if she were destined for something bigger than what she had. She started to act out and using her powers for her own wants. Thankfully her Coven hadn't caught on to what she was doing, as they were very lax on their dealings with their members.

Finally, at the age of twenty-five, everything had fallen into place when she received a mysterious letter from a woman named Amanda Aston. She stated that she was in fact her birth mother, and promised her a Coven of her very own. One that was her birthright. After a few phone calls and a couple more letters, Violet received an invitation to the Coven's Handover party and an offer of housing to remain in Tanner, Seattle. Violet was finally going to get everything she could ever want.

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

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She couldn't help a small grin tugging at the corner of her mouth as Rhys responded to her question. Delaney pulled him up, yet felt that he wasn't adding all his weight to it. She rolled her eyes a bit at the notion before huffing out a breath. He couldn't know that she was stronger than she looks. They didn't know each other besides their first names. Her thoughts were interrupted as shouts of murderer started being thrown around. Her brows furrowed in question as she looked around. Did they not see what just happened? This woman was obviously a zombie. She didn't know how, but she wasn't about to hesitate or question before taking another one of them down. She was about to defend herself when she felt hands on her shoulders. Blinking, she raised a brow and looked up at the man. Another small grin appeared on her face. The man seemed as though he was ready to fight for her. It was endearing.

Delaney didn't have time to think about the gorgeous man at her side. Screams erupted all around them. Her chest heaved and her eyes widened in fear as she watched people throw themselves onto others. And the people seemed to be just like the woman she had jabbed her heel into. Zombies. This was a fucking zombie outbreak. Before she could react, the man in front of her turned and stated they had to go. That was the understatement of the century. Then his hand came down and laced his fingers through hers. Delaney's chest constricted a bit as she realized the protectiveness rolling off of him. He was going to help her out of this. But, why? Just because she saved him? He had saved her first by pulling the woman away from her. This man owed her nothing. And yet again, before she could say anything she was being pulled into a jog after the male model. She didn't know his actual profession, but with abs like that? Definite model.

Why were her thoughts focused on the man when there was obvious hell breaking loose all around her? Maybe her brain was going into shutdown mode. Whatever it was, it was keeping her from screaming and breaking down. She appreciated her scatter brain even more in that moment. Soon they were in front of another woman who he had obviously met, but Delaney had no clue who she was. She cleared her throat and swore under her breath when people pushed into them. Her eyes narrowed and with her free hand she shoved them back. With a shake of her head, she huffed out a breath and returned her eyes to woman. "What the hell is going on around here?" Soon they were moving towards the bar where another woman seemed shocked frozen. Delaney shook her head and let out a breath. She growled under her throat as her fight or flight came into action. Her body firmly settled on fight.

Letting go of Rhys' hand, she quickly moved behind the bar and knelt down next to the dead bartender. Being no stranger to death, she ignored it and searched through the man's pockets. Delaney was soon rewarded with a set of keys on a metal ring. She shot back up on her feet and waved the keys. "Found them! Anyone know where the staff rooms are?" Delaney moved back over to Rhys and grabbed his hand. If she was going to go through hell, then she might as well bring some arm candy along with her.

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

Never mind, I went ahead and posted. Lmao.