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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

Interest post- jut putting my feelers out and seeing if this might be a good one to join. I'll write up a sheet and plop it here in a few days

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Hello! I have not been here in 6 years and I have a question or two.

I am still Knutik in this roleplay, the wispy black spirit of fear: roleplayerguild.com/posts/3856147
And I was wondering if I was allowed to do some edits to my character profile and give it a few small fixes and updates?

I will not be drastically changing the character at all, just small details about him [Mostly grammar and phrasing] as well as updates since he has been gone for a long time and has discovered and learned a few things in the past 6 years of his absence.

@Varicke

Hey, I guess I'm in charge for now. Yeah, it honestly looks fine however you edit it, even if you do an entirely new character. Jump back in whenever. :)

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

The sun sets over a vast ocean, and a girl sits cross-legged on a terrace, overlooking a grove of trees. Laughter and chatter roll intermittently through the halls, filling the air with warmth and music. Happiness. Home. Love. The girl opens her eyes. The trees below bend and twirl with the wind, doing a complicated dance. Swooping cranes chitter as they run from the waves, louder than the ocean roars against the shore. The girl looked down at herself, she couldn't be more than a small child. Parts of a conversation float up from the middle wing of the house. "Is she still upstairs? I'm almost finished with supper." Mothers voice is unmistakable, a southern accent as sweet and thick as molasses. Even 6 generations after Earth's destruction, her accent was just the same as when she was raised there. Wait, Mothers... voice?

Something is wrong. Everything looks too bright, too perfect. She looks around, and everything reminds her of a faraway place. Something that doesn't exist anymore. This place has been abandoned for years. Another nagging memory pierces her brain. Home is gone. Mother is gone. They are never coming back. At the realization, the colors in her vision start bleeding, the laughter fades and the floor starts giving way. Something is very wrong.

Soft beeping replaces the laughter, and ice-cold metal binding her wrists replaces the warm ocean breeze. She shakes her head, trying to force the fog from her brain. The memories she thought she lost. The people she left behind. Where the fuck am I? She looks around at the interior of the ship's cockpit. Too many lights and that's no language she understands scrawled across the dashboard panels. She was never much of a pilot in the first place.

Concentrating on the back of the pilot's head, she attempted to worm her way into their mind, but it wasn't working. She could barely navigate her own mind, traversing someone elses was pretty much out of the question.

As she opened her mouth to get the pilot's attention, the door to the cockpit busted open and out of the corner of her eye, the barrel of a small pistol was pressed on her temple. "Close your mouth and keep your brains." His was gruff voice, definitely a 30's male or older. She obliged for now, but she hated biting her tongue.

"Temine, how much longer?" the man asks. The pilot, Temine, turned around and Alex could see that her face was horribly disfigured. Half was an average-looking mid-20s woman, and the other half looked like she had be attacked with acid. "Only a few minutes, Brigadier General Redd."

"Redd?!" She could hold her tongue no longer. "Redd, what the fuck? Untie me right now! My own fucking brother!" She was almost spitting the words out. She heard him cock the pistol, time slowed down to a crawl. She braced herself, knowing that this was her moment. Would she finally be at peace? She sighed, closed her eyes again, and waited for the shot. When it finally came, she jumped. And then she opened her eyes. Temine lay face down on the control panel, pushing the throttle forward, much faster than she supposed the ship was supposed to go.

"God damn it!" Redd launched to the controls and attempted to regain course over Temine's lifeless body. "If you would have just kept your mouth shut, we would be fine! I was here to help you! Now I have to drop you off somewhere else." She was no stranger to death, yet she couldn't take her eyes off the gaping wound in the back of the girls head. Why? As the ship stabilized, she could feel the swirl in her stomach as the ship changed directions. She wondered when she had eaten last. If anyone else was on the ship. Who would miss this poor woman in front of her?

Redd pushed the body to the floor and settled into the seat. Alex sat in stunned silence for the remainder of the trip.

As they got closer to the rift, she felt that she could remember something familiar about the route, but couldn't place it. Had she really lost that much time? What's the last thing she could actually remember?

The ship hovered directly above the rift for a few minutes while Redd made sure it was stable enough to be left. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Remember to keep your mouth shut this time. You are going to be blamed for this." He gestured to the woman lying on the floor, now rolled to her back, her disfigured cheek and eye the only part of her face visible to Alex. She nodded and lowered her gaze. "I'm sorry Redd, I don't remember much... I... uh-" He cut her off, "I know, I know. It's bad when even your loud mouth can't string words together. Everything is going to be alright. Just be quiet until you're off the ship. The landing is going to be hard. Stay there and lay low. Nobody knows where you are and not many people can purposefully navigate here. You'll be safe. Just wait for my word. Stay. There. Lay. Low. Got it?" She looked up and searched his face. He was telling the truth. She nodded. He gave her a sad smile before he got up and opened the cockpit door.

Before she knew it, she was hauled out of the seat and tossed out of the cockpit onto the floor of what looked like a cargo deck. Her question was answered, she wasn't the only one on the ship. The whole crew was gathered, about 10 others. They glared at her in silence. Someone was crying. Suddenly she felt bad that Temine had died because of her. Sort of. Her brother even looked a bit forlorn. She got up to her feet, no thanks to her hands that were still held with shackles behind her back. Looking around the deck, it looked like a freighting ship, likely part of the Federations fleet. She supposed they thought it was safer to move her than a prison transport ship would be.

Her thoughts were interrupted when one of the crew stepped up to her and spit in her face before grabbing her arm and dragging her to what looked like a large closet. With seats? An escape pod, of course. Redd came in and pushed her into a seat. The silence and the stares from the crew made the air thick, she took a deep breath of stale air and looked up at Redd. SMACK The back of Redds hand made sharp contact with her temple, a warm sensation blurred her vision. With her other eye she saw the blood on his Federation ring as he brought his hand down. That bastard! Fuck, keep it together. She could have killed him, and the whole crew if she could get her powers to work.

Redd strapped the safety restraints tight and bent down to whisper in her ear, "I don't have time to explain, I'll send a letter. Our old code, if you can remember it." She didn't make any indication that she heard him, aware that the crew was watching them carefully. She did remember that, those days were about all she remembered.

She didn't look up as he walked away. Nor when he closed and latched the door. Not even when she could hear the mechanisms releasing the pod. She only looked up when the pod had started falling, looking out the large window looking towards the rift. She wondered why this place? What's beyond the rift? It's pretty beautiful, no?

The G-Force from the rift plunged her mind into darkness. The only thing she could comprehend was the heat. And the impact.

The pod hurdled toward a field, just a half mile from the Tavern. The impact of the pod rang out with a sonic boom, and as the dust settled, the silence was deafening.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Oh my gods, I haven't been here in years. Whats happening people? Is Dark Light still around?

The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning.

HUGE INTEREST

Will begin work on character sheet(s?) I have ideas for 2 characters, is that okay?

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Dark Light It was an Apple computer. Nuff said.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@BoyMom69035
It says at the top! How do you not know this?! The basis of this Rp, as I understand it, was to give people an in between to keep them entertained. That's why there are so many characters, yet so few active.

@Dealdric

Old characters from people who no longer join us.

Hello all, I've been gone for a while because....... I found out I'm having a baby! And I no longer have a computer. :( @Dark Light

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Alright ya'll, I check this page every fucking day. I'm writing a post when I get home from work and there better be a response when I get back on tomorrow afternoon. The silence is killing me!!!!!!!!! @Dark Light I'm gonna lose it man. The other roleplay ha I just joined isn't really taking off yet, were still building and I need something. I need my RP fix bruh.

Circus of The Supernatural

Ivalyn “Iva” Hastings

Iva Hastings

Poster from 1923

Hair reference

Normal look

Stage look

Their True Name
Anastasia Romanov is her TRUE name, but everyone knows her as Ivalyn “Iva” Hastings

Their Stage Name
The Tattooed Lady

Their Appearance
Iva is one of eternal youth and exquisite beauty. A slim nose and jawline makes her rounded cheeks and eyes stand out so much more. Standing at the average 5’ 6” and weighing in at about 150 lbs., she has the curves of a temptress. She was born with naturally curly black hair and iridescent green eyes. Often adorning the picturesque look of a pinup girl, a style she carries to this day. As times change, so does her way of dress. Her hair was permed straight when it became a fad in the 80’s and 90’s and recently as of 2005 was dyed a dark red. Her style of dress has changed moderately, only into a less sophisticated ‘rockabilly’ look instead.

The Date they Joined the Circus (The Circus began on January 1, 1634)
Mid June of 1923 (per the first picture)

The Act they perform when not on the combat team
At first, being tattooed was enough of an act, especially for a woman in the 1920’s. Eventually, as tattoos became a part of everyday modern life and adaptations had to be made for her to continue to be useful. She trained with fire breathers and professional dancers and acrobats and now performs specialized routines requiring flaming batons and lots of flammable oil. Her act directly correlates with her powers, animated fire breathing, meaning that she can breathe fire into shapes and animals that are depicted in her tattoos. But, she cannot conjure out of nothing and the mass of the thing or object she uses will be the same mass or volume of whatever she conjures from her ink. She must be able to see what she is tranfiguring and focus. (Air has mass and volume, but to conjure using air would require either a very small amount of air or you risk basically sucking out all the oxygen from the immediate area.) For example, if she were to be looking at a tree while conjuring an elephant, the elephant would have the density, mass and volume of said tree, which would probably be a shitty elephant. A horse would apparate better. Her compulsions are immortality and that she has to answer all questions about her past truthfully, however she can be as vague as possible and often opts for the mystery. Having gone to great lengths to keep her past a secret, this is especially trying to her since she struggles with how to be vague and completely truthful. The unfortunate aspect that comes with immortality is that she will forever be running from her past, especially now that it is known worldwide.

Why they Joined the Circus.
Secrecy and a safe place to hide. After her move to America she stumbled across the circus. Looking as she did, and the oddity of her tattooed body, the Ringleader approached her and gave her the offer. A safe haven of increasingly interesting people and a constantly moving space. Fulfilling her dreams to travel and having all the time to do so were very alluring.

Their Biography
After her escape, she had to disguise herself completely. She fled to Japan believing it to be an easy place to hide at the time. Considering the technology of the time, plastic surgery was not an option. Her first interaction with a tattooed woman was in a Geisha study house. A woman playing a samisen had a handful on her arms. After the explanation of what it was and how they were obtained, Iva spent a few years travelling and getting her entire body covered to the point where she no longer looked the same. The best way to hide is in plain sight, right? The rest is a mystery which will be revealed as time goes on. {Information for players, NO CHARACTER KNOWLEDGE YET... Character is indeed based on the rumor that Anastasia did, in fact, escape the execution of her royal family in Russia, 1918.}

Their Connections
Iva is often seen by herself reading books or interacting with Jay.She has a soft spot for horses, having owned many as a young girl. She also frequently talks and trains with Toby, seeing as she was Ivas main inspiration, and the nature of their acts require fire, however different they may be. She is often at the back of the fights, preferring to control the board, per se, from the high ground. Being very protective of her ‘family’ she will step down to fight hand-to-hand if someone is unable to break from a daemon.

Their Audition
“Mother look!” The little boy held up a small poster adorning a picture of brilliantly colored tents with “Circus and Sideshow” plastered on the top. “Please Mother, can we go? It’s only in town tonight and I’ve never been to a circus before!” She pondered for a moment. “Well it would be a nice change of scenery and I do have a bit of extra money from this week....” The boy squealed with excitement. “I’m going to go get ready.” He hummed a tune all the way down the hall. Mother sighed and laughed to herself. Upon further inspection of the poster she noticed a few of the acts. 'Animal taming, fire breathing, and The Tattooed Lady' were just a few. Oh, look at that! How taboo for a woman! Upon arrival to the circus, the boy could hardly contain his squeals. After buying the surprisingly inexpensive tickets, they entered into a brightly lit field filled with games and people from all over town. Seemingly, they came into a place not of earth, but a place made entirely of light. “Look at her, Mother!” He pointed. Why it’s the tattooed lady! Mother gathered her skirts and whispered to the boy, “Let’s follow her and see what else she does.” He was eager and they took off to pursue her to a huge vermillion and white striped tent. The tattooed lady entered the back, through a secret fold to the back stage. “We have to go this way, to the entrance,” she cooed to the young boy. ”WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!” The voice boomed over the loudspeakers set about the braces inside the tent. ”Please allow me to introduce to you The Tattooed Lady, here to perform a special, one-of-a-kind routine for you tonight. Without further ado, here she is, The Tatooooed Ladayyy!” As soon as she stepped onto the stage, a collective murmuring and a few strangled gasps came from the audience. Stepping into the light, you could see that she was covered from the neck down in all kinds of animals, ribbons, shapes of all sizes and the most notable, the spear tipped chain wrapping her collarbones and neck line. She smiled at the crowd and raised her arms to spin slowly around. “Yes, get a good look folks. It’s all real!” Her voice was rich and smooth, like syrup. Picking up two batons and dipping them in oil, she walked gracefully to the torch in the middle of the stage. The lights dimmed and she lit each side of the batons, one by one, casting a warm glow over her face and arms. To build up the suspense, she twirled the blazing batons on her fingers and in a swift movement cast one into the air. It lingered over the stage, looking like a hovering hoop of flame before it swung down and was caught between her teeth. The flame cast seperate shadows on her face, as if she were telling campfire stories. Her eyes reflected the flame so well that it seemed like they produced their own light. The crowd was amazed by this feat and clapped lightly, as not to disturb the act. She poised herself on her toes, threw her head back and curled her opposite leg up so that her body took a ‘q’ shape. She looked like a ballerina from an Edgar Degas painting. After a few spins and jumps she turned to the crowd and used one baton to sweep over the crowd. Eyes never meeting a single person, but it seemed that she looked at each and every face. She paused and brought the flaming baton to her lips, and… Woosh A blazing ball was cast over the middle of the crowd. Ordinary at first, but the longer she held it, the more it was apparent that it was changing shape. After a few seconds the blazing turned into a chinese dragon, curling over the crowd, about 15 feet above their heads. Shape after shape, animal after animal, she performed as many as she could. Nearing the end of the show, her voice rang out, in that smooth and silky voice. “Now, for my final act!” She put out all the flames, save for one. She pulled it close to her face, and puffed out six fireballs. They floated above the crowd for a moment before turning into blazing little bunnies which hopped around before dissipating seemingly into fairy dust that settled on the crowd. By the time the dust had settled completely, the tattooed lady had disappeared and the lights had started to brighten again under the canopy.

Circus of The Supernatural

The CS

Ivalyn “Iva” Hastings

Poster from 1923

Hair reference

Normal look

Stage look

Their True Name
Anastasia Romanov is her TRUE name, but everyone knows her as Ivalyn “Iva” Hastings

Their Stage Name
The Tattooed Lady

Their Appearance
Iva is one of eternal youth and exquisite beauty. A slim nose and jawline makes her rounded cheeks and eyes stand out so much more. Standing at the average 5’ 6” and weighing in at about 150 lbs., she has the curves of a temptress. She was born with naturally curly black hair and iridescent green eyes. Often adorning the picturesque look of a pinup girl, a style she carries to this day. As times change, so does her way of dress. Her hair was permed straight when it became a fad in the 80’s and 90’s and recently as of 2005 was dyed a dark red. Her style of dress has changed moderately, only into a less sophisticated ‘rockabilly’ look instead.

The Date they Joined the Circus (The Circus began on January 1, 1634)
Mid June of 1923 (per the first picture)

The Act they perform when not on the combat team
At first, being tattooed was enough of an act, especially for a woman in the 1920’s. Eventually, as tattoos became a part of everyday modern life and adaptations had to be made for her to continue to be useful. She trained with fire breathers and professional dancers and acrobats and now performs specialized routines requiring flaming batons and lots of flammable oil.

Her act directly correlates with her powers, animated fire breathing, meaning that she can breathe fire into shapes and animals that are depicted in her tattoos.
But, she cannot conjure out of nothing and the mass of the thing or object she uses will be the same mass or volume of whatever she conjures from her ink. She must be able to see what she is tranfiguring and focus. (Air has mass and volume, but to conjure using air would require either a very small amount of air or you risk basically sucking out all the oxygen from the immediate area.) For example, if she were to be looking at a tree while conjuring an elephant, the elephant would have the density, mass and volume of said tree, which would probably be a shitty elephant. A horse would apparate better.

Her compulsions are immortality and that she has to answer all questions about her past truthfully, however she can be as vague as possible and often opts for the mystery. Having gone to great lengths to keep her past a secret, this is especially trying to her since she struggles with how to be vague and completely truthful. The unfortunate aspect that comes with immortality is that she will forever be running from her past, especially now that it is known worldwide.

Why they Joined the Circus.
Secrecy and a safe place to hide. After her move to America she stumbled across the circus. Looking as she did, and the oddity of her tattooed body, the Ringleader approached her and gave her the offer. A safe haven of increasingly interesting people and a constantly moving space. Fulfilling her dreams to travel and having all the time to do so were very alluring.

Their Biography
After her escape, she had to disguise herself completely. She fled to Japan believing it to be an easy place to hide at the time. Considering the technology of the time, plastic surgery was not an option. Her first interaction with a tattooed woman was in a Geisha study house. A woman playing a samisen had a handful on her arms. After the explanation of what it was and how they were obtained, Iva spent a few years travelling and getting her entire body covered to the point where she no longer looked the same. The best way to hide is in plain sight, right? The rest is a mystery which will be revealed as time goes on.

{Information for players, NO CHARACTER KNOWLEDGE YET... Character is indeed based on the rumor that Anastasia did, in fact, escape the execution of her royal family in Russia, 1918.}

Their Connections
Iva is often seen by herself reading books or interacting with Jay.She has a soft spot for horses, having owned many as a young girl. She also frequently talks and trains with Toby, seeing as she was Ivas main inspiration, and the nature of their acts require fire, however different they may be. She is often at the back of the fights, preferring to control the board, per se, from the high ground. Being very protective of her ‘family’ she will step down to fight hand-to-hand if someone is unable to break from a daemon.

Their Audition
“Mother look!” The little boy held up a small poster adorning a picture of brilliantly colored tents with “Circus and Sideshow” plastered on the top. “Please Mother, can we go? It’s only in town tonight and I’ve never been to a circus before!”
She pondered for a moment. “Well it would be a nice change of scenery and I do have a bit of extra money from this week....” The boy squealed with excitement. “I’m going to go get ready.” He hummed a tune all the way down the hall. Mother sighed and laughed to herself. Upon further inspection of the poster she noticed a few of the acts. 'Animal taming, fire breathing, and The Tattooed Lady' were just a few. Oh, look at that! How taboo for a woman!

Upon arrival to the circus, the boy could hardly contain his squeals. After buying the surprisingly inexpensive tickets, they entered into a brightly lit field filled with games and people from all over town. Seemingly, they came into a place not of earth, but a place made entirely of light.

“Look at her, Mother!” He pointed. Why it’s the tattooed lady! Mother gathered her skirts and whispered to the boy, “Let’s follow her and see what else she does.” He was eager and they took off to pursue her to a huge vermillion and white striped tent. The tattooed lady entered the back, through a secret fold to the back stage. “We have to go this way, to the entrance,” she cooed to the young boy.

”WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!” The voice boomed over the loudspeakers set about the braces inside the tent. ”Please allow me to introduce to you The Tattooed Lady, here to perform a special, one-of-a-kind routine for you tonight. Without further ado, here she is, The Tatooooed Ladayyy!”

As soon as she stepped onto the stage, a collective murmuring and a few strangled gasps came from the audience. Stepping into the light, you could see that she was covered from the neck down in all kinds of animals, ribbons, shapes of all sizes and the most notable, the spear tipped chain wrapping her collarbones and neck line. She smiled at the crowd and raised her arms to spin slowly around. “Yes, get a good look folks. It’s all real!” Her voice was rich and smooth, like syrup. Picking up two batons and dipping them in oil, she walked gracefully to the torch in the middle of the stage.

The lights dimmed and she lit each side of the batons, one by one, casting a warm glow over her face and arms. To build up the suspense, she twirled the blazing batons on her fingers and in a swift movement cast one into the air. It lingered over the stage, looking like a hovering hoop of flame before it swung down and was caught between her teeth. The flame cast seperate shadows on her face, as if she were telling campfire stories. Her eyes reflected the flame so well that it seemed like they produced their own light.

The crowd was amazed by this feat and clapped lightly, as not to disturb the act. She poised herself on her toes, threw her head back and curled her opposite leg up so that her body took a ‘q’ shape. She looked like a ballerina from an Edgar Degas painting. After a few spins and jumps she turned to the crowd and used one baton to sweep over the crowd. Eyes never meeting a single person, but it seemed that she looked at each and every face.

She paused and brought the flaming baton to her lips, and… Woosh A blazing ball was cast over the middle of the crowd. Ordinary at first, but the longer she held it, the more it was apparent that it was changing shape. After a few seconds the blazing turned into a chinese dragon, curling over the crowd, about 15 feet above their heads.

Shape after shape, animal after animal, she performed as many as she could.

Nearing the end of the show, her voice rang out, in that smooth and silky voice. “Now, for my final act!” She put out all the flames, save for one. She pulled it close to her face, and puffed out six fireballs. They floated above the crowd for a moment before turning into blazing little bunnies which hopped around before dissipating seemingly into fairy dust that settled on the crowd.

By the time the dust had settled completely, the tattooed lady had disappeared and the lights had started to brighten again under the canopy.

Sorry it took so long, couldn't figure out how to finish the audition.