Tuxedo Fox

Fables: After The Ever Afters

@Tuxedo Fox It looks great, you are approved! Unless it isn't finished yet, judging from the WIP, you can move him over to the CS section

@Saarebas

Nah, put WIP up cause I was gonna add the master underneath.

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@Mr Rage

I uh...laughed at that last comment, then realized just how bad that looks: was laughing at the Mrs. Rage part. Cracked me up lol

Pawns of the Inquisition

@Pundii@Saarebas@The Kraken@vFear

Hey guys, just wanted to hop in while I had a minute free and just update you all that I still am in fact here lol. Just waiting on posts before I try forcing anything to move plot wise.

Fables: After The Ever Afters

Master

Name:
Yen Sid

Nickname:
“That Crazy Old Man”

Race:
Human, Wizard

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Like most people who reach a rather advanced age Yen Sid is a rather wrinkly looking old man, his once sharp face now droopy and tired looking like the rest of his body. He sports a thick gray beard alongside his practically now bald head. Despite his otherwise worn out appearance he still has somehow managed to keep a set of catching emerald green eyes that twinkle with youthful mischievousness. Due to his older age he walks with a permanent hunch which makes him appear as if he is a mere 5'5”.


Job:
Although he has no actual “job” Yen Sid is one of the most powerful thirteenth floor wizards-unfortunately a short time after he and Mickey made their way to the mundee world known as Earth he began to suffer from dementia, a condition that has caused him to become be a laughing stock among the few witches and wizards that reside in Fabletown. Despite his less then stellar status Yen Sid is known to randomly hand out glamors and perform other feats of magic for the lower class population of Fable Town (well, anyone really-its rather random.)

His few and random spouts of clarity are poured into his project “to take back the homelands”-the specifics of which are completely unknown as he works within a private magical workspace that resides between various plains of existence.

Personality:
Cooky. Odd. Smart. Mischievous. The four words perfectly sum up Yen Sid, a man who was considered odd and goofy within the magic community well before he went batshit crazy. He has never lost his genuine, almost granfatherly like, kindness-a fact that makes his deteriorating condition only worse.

Fable:
Hailing from the realm of The Magic Kingdom Yen Sid held the title of Grand Wizard Master for what had seemed like an eternity-a royal title bestowed to the Kings personal court mage. Ever sense coming to the Mundee world Yen Sid has devoted his life to developing some sort of ultimate weapon or master curse (no one really knows what) to destroy the Adversary once and for all.

Abilities:
Like many of the other thirteenth floor men and women of high repute Yen Sid has mastered various forms of magic. He has actually forgotten more about magic then most people will ever hope to learn and is still one of the more powerful mages-in rare moments of clarity he can truly become a force to be reckoned with.

Other:
N/A for now.
Once upon a time he caught a scruffy looking half starved boy in his vast libraries. The animal of a child poured over his books as if they were a five course meal-Yen was shocked the street urchin could even read. The poor boy practically jumped out of his skin as Yen made himself known with a slight, clearly forced, cough. “I see you've found the books on physical body transmutation. Fascinating subject really-oh to be young and fly as a bird, or howl at the moon as a wolf.” Yen briefly seemed lost in thought, his emerald eyes staring off into the distance as he recalled some favorable memories. The boy just stood glued to his seat while wearing a terrified expression-no doubt thinking of all the horror stories associated with most witches and warlocks.

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Apprentice

Name:
In the homelands he was born into a situation where he never truly got to know his parents and likewise never received an official name, most often times being refereed to as “mouse” by fellow street children due to his tiny features and large front teeth. That was until he met his famed magical teacher, an arcane Master known as Yen Sid, who eventually gave the boy a strong name with ancient meaning-Muhkee.

His Mundee drivers license reads “Mickey D. Mouse”

Nickname:
Mickey is one of those people whom others just love to nickname for some reason-Mic & Mouse being the two most common ways he is referred to among other Fables.

Race:
Human, Wizard

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Perhaps one of the best ways to describe Mickey is as a very finely featured man with a medium build; ironically his sharp facial features being juxtaposed by his seemingly unblemished skin and cleanly shaven face. Despite his boyish good looks he still somehow manages to give off of a somewhat dangerous vibe: a fact that would make more sense to most people if they knew that the truth of the matter was his magic is what keeps his face looking so good and completely scar and wrinkle free. He stands at about 5'11” and weighs just under 190 pounds.


Job:
Mickeys serious full time job is taking care of the now senile Yen Sid who lives on the thirteenth floor. He is also known to moonlight as a magician in the Mundy world outside of fabletown-although Bigby has been on him to quit doing this.

Personality:
Mickey suffers from a chronic case of “having to prove ones self”-whether that is chugging more beers then the woodsman down at the Yellowbrick Roadhouse or showing off his arcane prowess he truly cant resist the urge of a challenge-both spoken and unspoken. He is a rather street smart individual-whether surviving in the slums of the Magic Kingdom or navigating his way through New York he seems to have a nack for not only blending in to his surroundings but being rather charming when he so chooses. He is known to hold a grudge and has a slight temper-the more he is told not to do something the more he desires to do said thing.

Fable:
Through a string of events Mickey was able to become the apprentice to one of the most powerful wizards within his realm, The Magic Kingdom, and studied beneath the man for years. As the Adversarys forces began to waylay The Magic Kindom it didn't take long for the entire realm to realize all was lost-a mast exodus taking place as everyone that could get somewhere safe (often through portals to other worlds) did their best to do so. During this time Yen Sid, Mickeys Master, did his best to use his vast knowledge of the arcane arts to save all those in The Magic Kindom that he could-he and Mickey being the last two to leave their ruined homelands. It actually took them several years to find out there were other fables that had journeyed to the same world as them.

Abilities:
Being trained under Yen Sid Mickey has learned several magical tricks that have come in rather handy throughout his vast adventures. Mostly he specializes in:

Elementalist: Although not a master years of practice have allowed Mickey to become somewhat skilled in the basic arts of matter manipulation-more specifically ice and electricity are his bread and butter.

Shape shifting: The first spells Mickey ever truly understood were those that allowed him to alter his form-the one catch being he can only turn into other living creatures.

Other:
N/A for now

Fables: After The Ever Afters

Is that a legit layout of fable town? Pretty cool either way

Rotten Masks

Woohoo! We made it to page 2!

And yeah migraines fucking blow-got my a monthly prescription of Sumatriptan myself (sort of monthly? lol only get so many)

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@Amelian Draco@The Kraken@Mr Rage@Kidd

Like some lost and abused dog Tod fell in beside Lillah rather quickly; the suddenness at which he seemed to not only trust the newcomer do exactly as she said was almost somewhat alarming. When looked in the eyes he still had a rather glossy, almost fog like, stare-as if even though he spoke to Lillah he truly wasn't "there at the moment." He seemed to be following her more for something to do; as if the promise of supplies and shelter had been completely meaningless.

"Don't worry about our little meet and greet-I was most likely shambling around like one of those things anyways." He said the word with complete disgust and hate "Hell, I probably would have shot me too if I were you." Tod went on to explain while absent mindidly rubbing the freshly formed bruise on his shoulder.

Just as Lillah was guiding them out of the abandoned but well stocked hospital Tod, or as Lillah knew him "MinuteMan", stopped in his tracks-his eyes drawn to the broken lock that lead to the room that kept only part of the hospitals vast stock of narcotics and drugs. Momentarily he stared at the door as he briefly opened his mouth to say something-but then seemed to fight the urge, instead continuing to follow Lillah. After all he had enough pills inside his leather jacket to last his newfound secrete addiction at least a month or two.

For a good ten minutes the pair made their way uneventfully towards the casino; Tod along the way explaining just why he had been at the hospital, the only reasoning he gave for being there that he thought "The kids simply needed a hero"-he didn't mention at all how he had, atleast in his mind, completely and utterly failed them. Any attempt Lillah made to even question the events at the hospital were only met with an extremely eerie, almost scary, stone faced silence from Tod. He either couldn't or wouldn't talk about it.

As they navigated the winding and cluttered streets it wasn't long before the pair was able to just make out the large daunting buildings that made up the casino and hotel-only they hadn't even been able to see the grand structure for more then a minute or two when the sounds of frantic close quarters fighting echoed off of the long abandoned buildings that made up the nearby city streets. At the random sounds of struggle that echoed off the rather empty landscape Tod couldn't help but go into "fight over flight" as he momentarily closed both eyes, the immediate act of focusing switching some unseen mental switch in his head. He could feel the immediate effects as his unknown power literally sent some foreign energy shooting through his veins; immediately he felt both the rush of becoming not only stronger but "safe" within this new sick and dangerous world.

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Lillah flinched--she had been trying to pin down the sounds when MinuteMan was a step ahead of her: he was ready to act. And he wanted her opinion. "Oh, uh--let's check it out?" she suggested. She had never been the leader-type. "If it's zombies, do you thing." As she spoke, she reloaded the shot gun.

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Tod let out a brief but clean and toothy grin at Lillahs response. The few features that his mask did happen to expose contorted into an expression that resembled an extremely quick, yet almost unnoticeable, display of genuine happiness. "Sure thing, Boss."

Before Lillah had a chance to respond Tod assumed an awkward "squatting" position, as if he was some wierdo trying to work out his calves in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. Honestly the odd and bizarre sight only made the following display more impressive, Tod (or Minuteman, as Lillah knew him.) literally shooting up into the sky, his body resembling a mere man hopping up from a squat with all his energy-only unlike a real man who might have been lucky to jump two feet into the air Tod's tall leather jacket clad body shot a good hundred feat upwards in a diagonal arc, quickly disappearing over and behind the buildings that made up the city street.

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KABOOM

The sudden meteor like impact that took place threw both The Maker and Vivian off of their feat along with the encroaching crowd of shamblers that the ex villain had been keeping at bay-the large undead group almost comically falling into a large pile of struggling limbs and annoying groans. That was except for the one runner Vivian had moments before cut in half-only now the rotten decaying corpse was literally running headlong on his hands towards Minuteman (which for the half sized corpse only came up to Tods knee.)

Without a moments hesitation Tod met the charging corpse; (the rotten zombie using his arms for legs, as if some undead acrobat) greeting the decaying man with what many could only compare to a football styled punters kick; the vicious one legged atack that was amplified by Tods powers sending what was left of the zombified man soaring well out of sight and over the adjacent buildings.

Quickly he looked from Vivian to The Maker and then to the pile of thralling zombies. “Sounded like you all could have used a hand. Wait-your not criminals, right?”

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@Mr Rage@Kidd

Really gonna shoot for later tonight (might be like, way later tonight though)

Rotten Masks

Awesome Kraken (unless thats changed, I know we were talkingg about it in skype-Also wanted to let everyone also know I should have a response up for Rage and Kidd later tonight or tommorow morning at the latest.)

Harry Dresden/ The Dresden Files

We have our sixth??? My God, it actually might happen!

@shagranoz

Twilight Zone shit.