Sapphire

Hero School (dead)

I like this idea, I'll have a CS up possibly today.

Dr. Nidhogg's Academy of Dragonology

Lucy

Name: Lucy Rucker
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Physical Appearance:

In-Depth Appearance: Lucy stands at just under five foot six with strawberry blond hair and golden brown eyes. She's quite pale and her face is fairly round with very few freckles to speak of despite most of her family having them. Her hair is naturally wavy and she almost always leaves it down though she will venture the occasional braid. Lucy keeps reasonably in shape just from her active tendencies and hatred of sitting around.
Personality: Lucy is one of those wild souls, not people who feel at peace in nature but people who easily grow bored of daily life. The kind of person who convinced her 5th grade classmates that her name was actually Fiona because she got tired of her own name. The kind of person who remedied her boredom by mercilessly terrorizing her home town and school with elaborate pranks that would never been attributed to her if she hadn't confessed at her graduation. This history of juvenile delinquency makes her more suspicious and skeptical as that is the kind of mentality she had to have to keep from getting caught. Lucy is always planning something, always on the move, and always looking to spice up her life. She has a propensity to sneak around and lie for no reason and she has the skills to do both. One her philosophies on life is that the rules don't apply to you as long as you don't get caught breaking them.
Hobbies: She loves puzzles, riddles and just about anything that isn't mundane
Extra: She runs a satirical website that pokes fun at everything from cooking shows to politics.

Dr. Nidhogg's Academy of Dragonology

@Aspen Wren We spoke briefly in the interest check and so here we are...

Lucy

Name: Lucy Rucker
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Physical Appearance:

In-Depth Appearance: Lucy stands at just under five foot six with strawberry blond hair and golden brown eyes. She's quite pale and her face is fairly round with very few freckles to speak of despite most of her family having them. Her hair is naturally wavy and she almost always leaves it down though she will venture the occasional braid. Lucy keeps reasonably in shape just from her active tendencies and hatred of sitting around.
Personality: Lucy is one of those wild souls, not people who feel at peace in nature but people who easily grow bored of daily life. The kind of person who convinced her 5th grade classmates that her name was actually Fiona because she got tired of her own name. The kind of person who remedied her boredom by mercilessly terrorizing her home town and school with elaborate pranks that would never been attributed to her if she hadn't confessed at her graduation. This history of juvenile delinquency makes her more suspicious and skeptical as that is the kind of mentality she had to have to keep from getting caught. Lucy is always planning something, always on the move, and always looking to spice up her life. She has a propensity to sneak around and lie for no reason and she has the skills to do both. One her philosophies on life is that the rules don't apply to you as long as you don't get caught breaking them.
Hobbies: She loves puzzles, riddles and just about anything that isn't mundane
Extra: She runs a satirical website that pokes fun at everything from cooking shows to politics.

School of Dragonology

Did I miss the last call? I promise I'm interested, dragon centered RPs can be a bit hard to find but I love them.

Crescent Dagger Camp

@shylarah Oh sorry, I guess maybe we should just go with it? I mean the changing of seasons is a great starting point because it makes you want to do seasonal things but this wasn't the seasonal change you were hoping for. I can change my post, it probably won't take too long.

Crescent Dagger Camp

@shylarah I know that riddle, its one of my favorites. I'm so happy you made this reference, mirrormask is one of my favorite trippy movies. But t wouldn't be fair if he got it right because I know, now would it?

Also my post is up :)

ALSO, kudos to you @Blizz thats really impressive, the most I can do with a computer is download a file and remove the most basic of ad/malware. (which usually actually makes the problem worse)

Crescent Dagger Camp

Gwen

Gwen stepped out into the morning air and immediately what would have been calm was offset by the usual Camp antics. People off to breakfast, plans being laid out for the day, even some early morning bartering. Gwen was in the first group this morning realizing on the way there she had woken up a bit later than usual, her choices would be slim. Gwen however cared little for that and it slid past the front of her mind quickly. It also just so happened that she managed cross paths of several of the various women, and men, who insisted on talking about her as if she was some harlot. A camp for thieves, not prostitutes they'd whisper and stare judgmentally, never brave enough to say anything to her face though. It bothered them that she never gave them any notice but like so many other cases she didn't genuinely care enough to feel any particular emotion about it. They did their usual thing and Gwen gave them a slight eye roll before entering the breakfast area.

Gwen found the food had been picked over just a bit but there were choice offerings still there. She loaded a plate and sat down alone, one might have thought she might be lonely or shunned or even a pariah but none of those were the case. She neither actively sought friends or kept them either. 'Business' partners were a different story, she even had a growing reputation for being pleasant to work with which puzzled those who had met her. That kind formality and cooperation did not carry into social situations, like meal times, or parties. Gwen might reward the persistent with a good, albeit fake, attitude. However thieves are not well known for their inclination to try hard to make friends. She ate with no grace, shoveling food into her mouth, the elegance of manners was saved for when she was trying to get at a noble man's wallet. Spotting the dog, she slid an egg and a sausage link off her plate and let them fall to the ground, she couldn't remember the damned thing's name but it needed to eat too.

Finishing up in almost record time she deposited her plate in the kitchen, where she greeted Delshad with a nod and grabbed her daily basket of compost. He had been kind enough to set that aside for her, she grew a herb garden every year and the early spring plants would have to go in soon. Naturally she started the fertilizer making process in mid winter, his act did not go unappreciated. Winter was just a bad time for poison making just as it was a bad time for food supplies. She then ducked out of the kitchen and headed off towards the eastern exit, her little garden awaited.

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Gadget

The last fires of Gadget's night forge had been put out hours ago and to his dismay he hadn't gotten any time to work on his own projects. It was likely because of the order for 12 throwing knives which were never easy because if you didn't get the balance just right they were basically useless. Along with a couple of short swords and some chain mail he had to finish it had been a busy night. His only solace for the subsequent exhaustion was his 'bean juice.' It was an expensive addiction but it gave him the energy to power through any night. A few ounces was enough payment for any job and his suppliers delivered no matter the season as the beans came from a far away place where seasons apparently did not change and it was perpetually summer. Gadget dreamed of travel like that but like so many other members of the camp he was wanted and trying to get out of the kingdom was difficult when one is a criminal. Gadget had little time for remorse over such things as his clients began to show up, most were picking up orders though he did get a request for some leather upper and lower arm guards. Leather was not quite as fun as metal but work is work and the man paid upfront with some additives for stronger alloys and an lump of what he claimed to be titanium. Gadget knew that it was fake but he took it as payment anyways, after all one could best tell the real thing from the fake by studying both.

After a little morning activity he closed his makeshift store and headed to breakfast, after which he would be awake for only a little longer. On the half of the week that he ran his night time forge he essentially became nocturnal. He'd sleep through lunch and wake right before dinner after which he would take orders until the sun went down enough to start work, winter for him was a productive yet tiring season. This winter he tried to maximize his productivity by having clients write down what they wanted, which was problematic because though most camp residents could read not a lot of them could write well and those who could did know enough about smithing to describe what they wanted. Needless to say the idea died with in a couple weeks of its invention. The whole event was a fresh failure in his mind and one of the more embarrassing ones.

This reflection was also apparently engrossing enough that Gadget realized he was not only at the dining area but also still wearing a smiths apron (which naturally looked ridiculously large on him) and his protective goggles. He lifted the goggles and squinted while his eyes adjusted to unfiltered light, he also tried futilely to get some of the grime off his apron so he didn't look so filthy. Upon the return of his vision he happily found that there was still plenty of breakfast left and he heaped his plate rather high. This earned a stern look from the giant cook but they both knew he would eat it all and it was somewhat fair since the boy only really got two meals on these kind of days. No matter how hungry Gadget go he always tried to eat at a moderate speed, if not slowly. He had given himself too many stomach aches from fast eating to count and paired with the times he had starved as a child before becoming a smith's apprentice were only all the more reason to allow himself to slow down and savor the food after all he may not be lucky enough to do so in the future.

Crescent Dagger Camp

@shylarah You have no idea.

*sets down work, stops everything, thinks for a moment, starts violently pacing* "well a cuckoo clock if its green, though thats not the answer is it? It could be a type of bird or even a whistle itself but neither of those answers make sense."

I'm working on his post and Gwen's right now, I may get it up by tonight.

Crescent Dagger Camp

Gwendolyn

Apperance

Name: Gwendolyn Paradies

Age: 20

Personality:
Gwen is at heart a con artist and that is what she lives for in life. Her personality depends on the job but she can pull off anything from the sophistication and class of the nobility to the simplistic peasantry. Underneath that she has little care for the world, possibly pessimism but is more likely she feels no need to care. What she gets out of tricking a man out of his wealth is unclear, she keeps just enough of the money to sustain her lifestyle along with anything of interest and she doesn't seem any more dedicated or passionate when conning someone. So its not something she seems to even enjoy and its not about wealth because she gives a good deal of it away. Often times the goal of her cons is info and that she does not sell or take jobs for due to personal reasons.
Gwen never claims to be a good person or to believe she is doing the right thing. To her anyone in the camp who thinks of themselves as a hero is being foolish, there maybe honor among thieves but there is no honor in being a thief.

Weapon: She does not kill if she can help it, her jobs are almost always 'acquisitions' however her arsenal of poisons extends beyond those that kill. Gwen is an odd ball when it comes to administration of any poison, prefering a prick of a needle that goes unnoticed and minimizes the side effects of any poisons.

Other: Rumors of all kind float around about what she really does when swindling targets, if you actually asked she would tell you that its all false but since she does not care about her image in the camp she does not actively douse the rumors.
Due to her knowledge of poison, and possibly and ounce of passion for it, she knows a lot about plants and many animals due to the wide range of ingredients she uses and she can even make solutions and poultices for injuries, should anyone ask.

Gadget

Name: Finn 'Gadget'

Age: 17

Appearance: For 17 he's already quite tall but its clear he hasn't grown into it. Pretty thin and pale if you've ever seen him clean. He's usually covered in soot or some form of grime. Underneath it all he might actually be a little cute but its hard to tell. His hair is an brown with odd streaks of a much lighter almost blondish brown, its unruly as the rest of his appearance and if often also covered in dirt. His eyes are a curious greenish blue and he usually is either wearing goggles so you cant see them well or magnifying glasses so they look incredibly large.

Personality: He's young but he's quite clever. He's the kind of person who asks questions too quickly answers them himself and then forgets he asked a question. In short, inquisitive, smart and lackadaisical. How he ended up in the camp is a bit of a odd story but if you can get him to sit still for more than 5 minuets he'll tell you about it. He loves to fix things and you can literally incapacitate him by giving him a hard enough riddle. Its a quite a weakness because if he shuts down to solve the riddle while in the middle of a job problems can arise. He has the emotional intelligence of a 4 year old and thats being generous, he can barely read emotions and you have to be very clear about how you feel because he will NOT get it if you are vague. He loves helping people but he cant do it for free, that being said he'll make a weapon or fix something do it for trinkets others bring from outside the camp. He got his nickname for all the oddities he makes that really no one finds useful and its not uncommon for him to stop by those known with first aid skills because of these inventions and how they back fire. He's fairly well known for his eccentricities and his usefulness if you need a new weapon, just be sure to tell him not to add anything special if you don't need a rotating sword blade or a dagger that glows in the dark (no one is quite sure how he did that one)

Weapon: He has a several modified weapons but he rarely uses them

Other: He runs a well functioning smith but only at night because the smoke from the fires would give the camp away. He's constantly pushing the boundaries of the current technology and the results have a 50/50 chance of being disastrous. If he ever approaches you asking you to try out one of his inventions, do NOT say yes.

Create Your Own Magic User

@Weird Tales No worries, thanks for the heads up.