The Muse

Wanderlust (High Casual)

@The MuseThousand pardons miss XD

Oh...I guess I am sleepy. I saw my name and assumed I called you a he. I should get to bed

@POOHEAD189

I will spare you both, but just this once.

Next time it's off to the gallows!

Wanderlust (High Casual)

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pfffft I knew his name was spelt like that x_x

@Inuyasha

I'm a her. ;P

But yes, lets do a collab! :]

Wanderlust (High Casual)

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Ava Hemingway

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Camels. Oh, how she hated camels. They stunk to high heaven, they weren't exactly the smoothest ride, and they tended to drool all over the place. Frankly, they were disgusting. If sand weren't so difficult to walk in she would have just walked the entire way, but alas she rode on this damned camel instead, jerking left and right with each and every step.

Despite excluding herself from the drinking and merriment of the previous night, Ava was exhausted. She had barely slept as thoughts of her mother and brother kept her awake, along with becoming increasingly anxiety ridden over leaving Oasis. It wasn't the fact that she had never been further past the walls than a mere fifteen feet, but it was the idea of leaving her scanty family on their own. The lump sum of money she had given them after signing up for this crazy adventure would help a great deal, but she had always been near to protect them if need be. Hopefully her brother would hold out and she wouldn't return to find him dead... if she returned at all.

Her thoughts broke as a breeze began to kick up loose sand, causing her to raise up her hood to protect her face. Emerald eyes scanned the group of misfits surrounding her in all directions, recognizing some although most had forgettable faces. How many of them would be left by the end of this? Who would be the first to go? In all likely hood, it was foolish to believe that this entire group would survive. Oasis was probably better off with this lot gone in all honesty.

As she examined faces and behaviors, she noticed that some others must have came to the same realization as they wandered further and further from the safety of Oasis. The walls, once immense and mighty, slowly became dim and puny in the distance. People began to trail behind in the caravan as they marched on, becoming tired and hesitant to leave. Some completely stopped to take a look at Oasis behind them, which made Ava wonder if they would soon desert this death wish.

"Hah! See that my fellow gents and gals? We've vanquished our foe for the day and live yet to see tomorrow! Truly there's no finer group to make this journey!"

Her eyes snapped back to the front of the caravan, where their infamous leader called out and began to swing his sword around dramatically, as if he were some sort of stage performer. People in the crowd called out in response to him, drowning out Mr. Hughes next words as she was much too far back to hear him through it. He could inspire high moral rather quickly, she would give him that. However, as she watched him, all that came to mind were all the rumors that circulated around the city about him. A particular murder accusation had always interested her. Had he done it truly in defense of a woman's honor, or was it some kind of revenge ploy? Perhaps they would never know. Hannibal Hughes was quite the bullshitter. The Queen didn't seem to care about the accusation, as he was pardoned not once but on two accounts. What had he done for the Queen that she owed him that?

Mr. Hughes was certainly an interesting "leader" to say the least.

Soon enough, wine was being passed around through the crowd. Just as an entire bottle was shoved into her hands, a woman caught her eye. Aurelia Nekroz. Ava raised a brow as she watched Hannibal yank her down from atop the camel and twirl her and another red headed woman around. Aurelia didn't know about her, but Ava certainly knew a lot about Aurelia. In fact, the young woman had a hit placed out on her head not too long ago. Ava had picked up the contract, but after only a week or two of tracking her down and figuring out her routine, it was retracted. She had never known why, but at the time she didn't care to ask questions. Her contact hadn't been the chattiest of people and neither was she.

"What is she doing here?" She thought, watching the awkward blonde and occasionally analyzing the group of miscreants to see who shot dirty looks and who didn't seem to care about Aurelia and her dreadful past.

Her eyes then found a man beside her on foot, looking to the horizon with the most distressed look on his face. She had heard him mutter something to himself earlier, but chose to ignore it then. "Hey," She called down to him, "I think you need this more than me." She tossed him the bottle of wine when he looked up at her, a slight smirk on the edge of her lips.

@Inuyasha

Wanderlust (High Casual)

I just finished catching up, I should have a post up either later tonight or tomorrow sometime. :]

Interesting bunch we have.

Wanderlust (High Casual)

Ava Hemingway

Name: Ava Hemingway

Color: MediumAquamarine

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Description:

Ava is of average height, marking an uninteresting 5'5" and weighing around 125 pounds. Her over all frame is rather tiny, perfect for sneaking around in awkward and small places completely unnoticed. She has long chestnut brown hair, which she normally keeps in braids or a pony tail, and dark emerald eyes which people like to point out for being a trait of The Lost. She can usually be seen quietly observing her surroundings, never fully engaging in interaction with other people rather than simply scrutinizing them. She has two prominent scars on her body, one on her right forearm and one on the inner thigh of her left leg; both were a point proven by her training instructor, though few get close enough to notice the scar on her thigh.

Occupation:

Mercenary, though she does not go around telling everyone. She tells strangers that she is a farm hand like her mother.

Personality/Bio:

Ava has always been level-headed and more of a logical thinker rather than emotional. Growing up her mother liked to say "You are your father's child" when she was frustrated, although Ava remembers nothing about her father. Her mother claims that she knew him until she was around the age of two, when he decided to leave Oasis in search of something valuable to bring back and sell for a hefty price. Needless to say, he never returned.

Some say Ava becomes too detached from people, but in present day this is how she has made a living. If she were to have empathy for every person she had to stick with an arrow, well, she may as well have perished in the desert a long time ago.

Mercenary life came to her when she was only fifteen. Throughout her schooling Ava showed an extraordinary skill in archery, which eventually gained attention from recruiters. At fifteen she was whisked away to a training camp, where she worked endlessly every day to sharpen her skills for nearly three years. While they did teach her hand to hand combat, it was not her strong suit. She worked better from the shadows, firing an arrow from afar to take down her target quietly. While in training she was shown how to produce poisons through herbs, which could be valuable on weapons if going against a tougher opponent. Fighting dirty was not against the mercenary hand book and Ava never cared much about honor anyway.

Seven years later, Ava takes up nearly every mercenary contract she can find to support her younger brother and mother. Her family barely makes enough to stay off the streets as Ava's brother, only eight, has been deathly ill for the past two years. Her mother, a struggling single parent since the disappearance of Ava's father and outright abandonment of Ava's brothers father, works as a farm hand when she can but has since put most of her time into watching over her son. Keeping him alive with medication and occasional procedures has put them on the brink of poverty.

When the word got out that the crown was offering a years worth of salary to join an expedition out of Oasis Ava jumped at opportunity. A whole years worth could get them a long way, and hopefully if she returned she would have another years worth to give to her family. Her mother pleaded with her not to go as she feared the same fate of Ava's father, but Ava already had her mind set. She was going and she'd be damned if she didn't return.

Possessions:

Her trusty bow and arrow, who she calls Scarlett. Two hidden daggers, a vile of fatal poison for her arrows and/or daggers if need be, and a locket she wears with a picture of her family inside (though that did go against the "mercenary handbook".)

Secrets - Closed

I'll be heading back home on Saturday, so I should be more active again soon. :]

Wanderlust (High Casual)

@Snagglepuss89 How's this?

Ava Hemingway

Name: Ava Hemingway

Color: MediumAquamarine

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Description:

Ava is of average height, marking an uninteresting 5'5" and weighing around 125 pounds. Her over all frame is rather tiny, perfect for sneaking around in awkward and small places completely unnoticed. She has long chestnut brown hair, which she normally keeps in braids or a pony tail, and dark emerald eyes which people like to point out for being a trait of The Lost. She can usually be seen quietly observing her surroundings, never fully engaging in interaction with other people rather than simply scrutinizing them. She has two prominent scars on her body, one on her right forearm and one on the inner thigh of her left leg; both were a point proven by her training instructor, though few get close enough to notice the scar on her thigh.

Occupation:

Mercenary, though she does not go around telling everyone. She tells strangers that she is a farm hand like her mother.

Personality/Bio:

Ava has always been level-headed and more of a logical thinker rather than emotional. Growing up her mother liked to say "You are your father's child" when she was frustrated, although Ava remembers nothing about her father. Her mother claims that she knew him until she was around the age of two, when he decided to leave Oasis in search of something valuable to bring back and sell for a hefty price. Needless to say, he never returned.

Some say Ava becomes too detached from people, but in present day this is how she has made a living. If she were to have empathy for every person she had to stick with an arrow, well, she may as well have perished in the desert a long time ago.

Mercenary life came to her when she was only fifteen. Throughout her schooling Ava showed an extraordinary skill in archery, which eventually gained attention from recruiters. At fifteen she was whisked away to a training camp, where she worked endlessly every day to sharpen her skills for nearly three years. While they did teach her hand to hand combat, it was not her strong suit. She worked better from the shadows, firing an arrow from afar to take down her target quietly. While in training she was shown how to produce poisons through herbs, which could be valuable on weapons if going against a tougher opponent. Fighting dirty was not against the mercenary hand book and Ava never cared much about honor anyway.

Seven years later, Ava takes up nearly every mercenary contract she can find to support her younger brother and mother. Her family barely makes enough to stay off the streets as Ava's brother, only eight, has been deathly ill for the past two years. Her mother, a struggling single parent since the disappearance of Ava's father and outright abandonment of Ava's brothers father, works as a farm hand when she can but has since put most of her time into watching over her son. Keeping him alive with medication and occasional procedures has put them on the brink of poverty.

When the word got out that the crown was offering a years worth of salary to join an expedition out of Oasis Ava jumped at opportunity. A whole years worth could get them a long way, and hopefully if she returned she would have another years worth to give to her family. Her mother pleaded with her not to go as she feared the same fate of Ava's father, but Ava already had her mind set. She was going and she'd be damned if she didn't return.

Possessions:

Her trusty bow and arrow, who she calls Scarlett. Two hidden daggers, a vile of fatal poison for her arrows and/or daggers if need be, and a locket she wears with a picture of her family inside (though that did go against the "mercenary handbook".)

Wanderlust (High Casual)

Sounds good. Thanks! :]

Wanderlust (High Casual)

If the group returns with anything significant are they promised a good pay out?

Secrets - Closed

@Emma Hope you feel better soon! :(