ViolentViolet

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@HushedWhispers
Then we're all good :) No need for apologies.

We should do some relationship plotting btw.

The Wards of The King - A Song of Ice And Fire Roleplay (High Casual)(Reboot)

I'll see what I can do about an Illysia post tonight

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Roza Kain

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Roza Fey Kain

{"When the going get's tough; Get Tougher"}

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| Full Name |

Roza Fey Kain

| Nickname |

Rosie; A name given to her by her father, though no one else is allowed to use it
Fae; A nickname attributed to her middle name, and her mothers love of Folklore

| Birthday |

December 31^st

| Age |

Seventeen[17]

| Gender |

Female

| Sexuality |

Pansexual

| Relationship Status |

Single; Not Interested In a Relationship

| Classification |

Senior

| Social Tier |

C

| Role |

Rebel

| In Depth Appearance |

Roza is tall for a girl her age, reaching about five-foot and seven-inches, weighing in at around one-hundred and thirty-six pounds. She has a vast assortment of tattoos, some newer than others though she prefers them to anything else. Her hands and forearms are scarred from years of abuse, a lack of care and her own distaste for girlish delicacy. Long blonde hair hangs around her mid back, cut with a sharp knife and uncaring hands. More often than not she would saw through it when it got annoying, rather than go get it professionally cut. With an hourglass figure and D-Cup breasts, she rarely covers her tattoos. Preferring cut offs, distressed jeans, tank tops and leather jackets, she's the picture of a rebellious teen. She's the kind of girl your parents wouldn't let in the house.

tattoos

Left Arm
Spine
Right Arm
Back
Left Upper Thigh
Right Calf
Left Collarbone
Feet

| Quirks | Habits | Oddities |

☩ Pen Clicking; when thinking or nervous, Roza tends to click a pen in her right hand, that she keeps in her back pocket.
☩ Foot/Finger Tapping; a restless person at heart, Roza is always moving, often resulting in her twitching as if she is anxious.
☩ Lollipops; she nearly always has either a lollipop or a toothpick between her teeth, occupying her attention.

| Likes |

❥ Car Garages
❥ Drinking
❥ Drugs; primarily marijuana
❥ Motorcycles
❥ Classic Cars
❥ Autoshops
❥ Candy
❥ Very loud, very heavy music
❥ Poetry
❥ Playing both guitar and bass
❥ Tattoos
❥ Chilling
❥ Sex
❥ Dark/Night
❥ Midnight Drives

| Dislikes |

❥ Annoyances
❥ Obnoxious People
❥ Seeing nice cars totaled
❥ 'Pretty Boys'
❥ Popular Girls
❥ Church
❥ Pushy People
❥ Deadlines
❥ School

| Hobbies |

☩ Autoshop; Roza spends a lot of her time fixing up old or broken cars and motorcycles, using the majority of her free time to do so. She finds parts for cheap, and, when the project is finished, selling it off unless she really likes it. In this case she adds it to her collection in the garage.
☩ Casual & Competitive Motorcycling; What feels better than the wind in your hair, weaving through traffic like you're flying? She has no objections to teaching others how to ride - for a fee - though she doesn't often offer unless they show a profound interest in what she does. Other than her casual rides, she goes drag racing on weekends, having reached a 0.392 reaction time, and 4.013 seconds down a quarter mile. Her favourite bike, and one of the few times she will take her riding seriously.
☩ Recreational Activities; Namely, hiding away on one of the mountain forests with a whole bunch of weed. For about two days a week the young woman will vanish. She'll turn off her phone and enjoy her time alone. She's never brought anyone up to the mountain sanctuary, glad to have her camping spot completely unknown.

Secrets

| Secrets |

☩ Not many people are aware of the rings that hang out in the town, Saint Mary's students rarely stumbling upon the underground activity that happens right beneath their noses. Roza, on the other hand, is a pit fighting champion. It's kill or be killed in these fights, and whoever you are, you can't be afraid to die. She reigns undefeated, but a merciful champion. She won't kill someone unless she has to, but when her opponent goes unconscious she let's him go. If someone takes him to the hospital then he lives. In her career as a Pit Fighting Champion, she's lost count of how many people she's killed, and how many she's hospitalized. She'll never tell anyone she's a murderer.
☩ She's Russian, the daughter of both a Mafia Boss, a mechanic and a former Spetsnaz. That's where her training had come from, and her over abundance of various drugs, though she supports herself for the most part. Her father paid for her tuition, though she allows other students to think that she was a charity case.
☩ She gave her virginity to the current music teacher and orchestra conductor of the school. She also got him into drugs, and gave him the limp that causes him to use a cane to walk.

| Fears |

☩ Losing her ability to fight, or her ability to work on her motorcycles
☩ Being trapped, tied down, or stuck in one place. Having her freedom taken away.

| Personality Traits |

☩ Brash
☩ Reckless
☩ Honest
☩ Up-Front
☩ Insensitive
☩ Solitary
☩ Unobtrusive
☩ Carefree
☩ Accepting

| Personality |

Girls of private schools are traditionally shy, well spoken and polite. Roza, is the exact opposite of expectations. She shows little interest in classes, people or anything she deems boring or tame really. A free spirit she's no afraid of risks; thriving in the adrenaline that danger brings her. She craves a sense of freedom, the wild, and hates being cramped to the point of extremes. Unlike others, she is not an outgoing individual, though she is friendly or at the very least, polite, to those who approach her first. Aware of her rather unapproachable impression, she rarely does much to discourage that stereotype.

Assuming that one has the balls to speak with her, Roza isn't unfriendly, though she won't pull her punches when she talks. She doesn't make friends easily, though she's rather protective of the friends she does have. If you've got a secret you don't want anyone to know, or you want to know something else, she's probably the girl you're looking for. If it's not her secret she won't give a shit, though she likely won't even listen in the first place. She's lived through a lot, and would prefer to give advice where it's wanted than speak her mind where she knows she'll fall on deaf ears.

| Place of Origin |

Krasnodar, Russia

| History |

Born in Krasnodar to the German woman, a former prisoner of war and a victim of seemingly endless torture, the first good thing in her life was her daughter. The girls father was one of the men charged with her housing, keeping her fed, alive. He tended her wounds and spoke with her, and she gradually fell in love with the gentle giant. Unfortunately for her, he didn't love her as much as he did his country. He was the one who brought her to the execution chamber; judge, jury and executioner. He'd raise the girl, but not while her mother lived. Viktor Krasnoff took the girl and left the country, working undercover for many years in various American organizations. Eventually Roza was old enough to understand, and she took to it much better than he thought she ever would.

Roza stood over the mans lifeless body, knuckles bloody and bruised. Her jaw was dislocated, swelling. Two fingers broken on her left hand and a cracked rib. But she had won the fight. The man in front of her couldn't have been much older than her, barely more than a boy, though he had fought well and hard. In the end it was his softness; his inability to see her as an enemy instead of a girl, that got him killed. The thirteen year old girl looked up as a hand dropped on her uninjured shoulder, her father standing behind her. "You did well."

There was never much to tell, barely more than a few pages written in bad writing, for the Russian girls story. It was a cycle of violence, love and drugs. Sex, fire and death. Even as a child she never brought friends home, never fell behind in classes even though she rarely showed up. Growing into the young woman that she is, she's recently taken more independence, this year choosing her own school to attend. One not far from the Shop, but with boarding and food. A new wave of potentials, but there's not always room for it.

| Miscellaneous |

_{We're supposed to have a favourite show?}

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@HushedWhispers
Why are you apologizing? I just haven't moved her over yet so it's not a big deal.
Or are you saying I can't participate anymore?

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It actually took way to long to get this finished. But here she is. The Rebel Biker girl.

Roza Kain

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Roza Fey Kain

{"When the going get's tough; Get Tougher"}

---

| Full Name |

Roza Fey Kain

| Nickname |

Rosie; A name given to her by her father, though no one else is allowed to use it
Fae; A nickname attributed to her middle name, and her mothers love of Folklore

| Birthday |

December 31^st

| Age |

Seventeen[17]

| Gender |

Female

| Sexuality |

Pansexual

| Relationship Status |

Single; Not Interested In a Relationship

| Classification |

Senior

| Social Tier |

C

| Role |

Rebel

| In Depth Appearance |

Roza is tall for a girl her age, reaching about five-foot and seven-inches, weighing in at around one-hundred and thirty-six pounds. She has a vast assortment of tattoos, some newer than others though she prefers them to anything else. Her hands and forearms are scarred from years of abuse, a lack of care and her own distaste for girlish delicacy. Long blonde hair hangs around her mid back, cut with a sharp knife and uncaring hands. More often than not she would saw through it when it got annoying, rather than go get it professionally cut. With an hourglass figure and D-Cup breasts, she rarely covers her tattoos. Preferring cut offs, distressed jeans, tank tops and leather jackets, she's the picture of a rebellious teen. She's the kind of girl your parents wouldn't let in the house.

tattoos

Left Arm
Spine
Right Arm
Back
Left Upper Thigh
Right Calf
Left Collarbone
Feet

| Quirks | Habits | Oddities |

☩ Pen Clicking; when thinking or nervous, Roza tends to click a pen in her right hand, that she keeps in her back pocket.
☩ Foot/Finger Tapping; a restless person at heart, Roza is always moving, often resulting in her twitching as if she is anxious.
☩ Lollipops; she nearly always has either a lollipop or a toothpick between her teeth, occupying her attention.

| Likes |

❥ Car Garages
❥ Drinking
❥ Drugs; primarily marijuana
❥ Motorcycles
❥ Classic Cars
❥ Autoshops
❥ Candy
❥ Very loud, very heavy music
❥ Poetry
❥ Playing both guitar and bass
❥ Tattoos
❥ Chilling
❥ Sex
❥ Dark/Night
❥ Midnight Drives

| Dislikes |

❥ Annoyances
❥ Obnoxious People
❥ Seeing nice cars totaled
❥ 'Pretty Boys'
❥ Popular Girls
❥ Church
❥ Pushy People
❥ Deadlines
❥ School

| Hobbies |

☩ Autoshop; Roza spends a lot of her time fixing up old or broken cars and motorcycles, using the majority of her free time to do so. She finds parts for cheap, and, when the project is finished, selling it off unless she really likes it. In this case she adds it to her collection in the garage.
☩ Casual & Competitive Motorcycling; What feels better than the wind in your hair, weaving through traffic like you're flying? She has no objections to teaching others how to ride - for a fee - though she doesn't often offer unless they show a profound interest in what she does. Other than her casual rides, she goes drag racing on weekends, having reached a 0.392 reaction time, and 4.013 seconds down a quarter mile. Her favourite bike, and one of the few times she will take her riding seriously.
☩ Recreational Activities; Namely, hiding away on one of the mountain forests with a whole bunch of weed. For about two days a week the young woman will vanish. She'll turn off her phone and enjoy her time alone. She's never brought anyone up to the mountain sanctuary, glad to have her camping spot completely unknown.

Secrets

| Secrets |

☩ Not many people are aware of the rings that hang out in the town, Saint Mary's students rarely stumbling upon the underground activity that happens right beneath their noses. Roza, on the other hand, is a pit fighting champion. It's kill or be killed in these fights, and whoever you are, you can't be afraid to die. She reigns undefeated, but a merciful champion. She won't kill someone unless she has to, but when her opponent goes unconscious she let's him go. If someone takes him to the hospital then he lives. In her career as a Pit Fighting Champion, she's lost count of how many people she's killed, and how many she's hospitalized. She'll never tell anyone she's a murderer.
☩ She's Russian, the daughter of both a Mafia Boss, a mechanic and a former Spetsnaz. That's where her training had come from, and her over abundance of various drugs, though she supports herself for the most part. Her father paid for her tuition, though she allows other students to think that she was a charity case.
☩ She gave her virginity to the current music teacher and orchestra conductor of the school. She also got him into drugs, and gave him the limp that causes him to use a cane to walk.

| Fears |

☩ Losing her ability to fight, or her ability to work on her motorcycles
☩ Being trapped, tied down, or stuck in one place. Having her freedom taken away.

| Personality Traits |

☩ Brash
☩ Reckless
☩ Honest
☩ Up-Front
☩ Insensitive
☩ Solitary
☩ Unobtrusive
☩ Carefree
☩ Accepting

| Personality |

Girls of private schools are traditionally shy, well spoken and polite. Roza, is the exact opposite of expectations. She shows little interest in classes, people or anything she deems boring or tame really. A free spirit she's no afraid of risks; thriving in the adrenaline that danger brings her. She craves a sense of freedom, the wild, and hates being cramped to the point of extremes. Unlike others, she is not an outgoing individual, though she is friendly or at the very least, polite, to those who approach her first. Aware of her rather unapproachable impression, she rarely does much to discourage that stereotype.

Assuming that one has the balls to speak with her, Roza isn't unfriendly, though she won't pull her punches when she talks. She doesn't make friends easily, though she's rather protective of the friends she does have. If you've got a secret you don't want anyone to know, or you want to know something else, she's probably the girl you're looking for. If it's not her secret she won't give a shit, though she likely won't even listen in the first place. She's lived through a lot, and would prefer to give advice where it's wanted than speak her mind where she knows she'll fall on deaf ears.

| Place of Origin |

Krasnodar, Russia

| History |

Born in Krasnodar to the German woman, a former prisoner of war and a victim of seemingly endless torture, the first good thing in her life was her daughter. The girls father was one of the men charged with her housing, keeping her fed, alive. He tended her wounds and spoke with her, and she gradually fell in love with the gentle giant. Unfortunately for her, he didn't love her as much as he did his country. He was the one who brought her to the execution chamber; judge, jury and executioner. He'd raise the girl, but not while her mother lived. Viktor Krasnoff took the girl and left the country, working undercover for many years in various American organizations. Eventually Roza was old enough to understand, and she took to it much better than he thought she ever would.

Roza stood over the mans lifeless body, knuckles bloody and bruised. Her jaw was dislocated, swelling. Two fingers broken on her left hand and a cracked rib. But she had won the fight. The man in front of her couldn't have been much older than her, barely more than a boy, though he had fought well and hard. In the end it was his softness; his inability to see her as an enemy instead of a girl, that got him killed. The thirteen year old girl looked up as a hand dropped on her uninjured shoulder, her father standing behind her. "You did well."

There was never much to tell, barely more than a few pages written in bad writing, for the Russian girls story. It was a cycle of violence, love and drugs. Sex, fire and death. Even as a child she never brought friends home, never fell behind in classes even though she rarely showed up. Growing into the young woman that she is, she's recently taken more independence, this year choosing her own school to attend. One not far from the Shop, but with boarding and food. A new wave of potentials, but there's not always room for it.

| Miscellaneous |

_{We're supposed to have a favourite show?}

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@sakurasan
Hush had no annoying or bitch type characters >.> Otherwise I would have done it.

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I'll just put this here so that you don't quadruple post.

Oh and I also have the following in the making, for anyone who's interested.

Goth; Homosexual; 16; Sophomore; Male
Rebel; Pansexual; 17; Senior; Female
Student Council Prez; Heterosexual; Senior; Male
Royal; 17; Demi-Sexual; Junior; Female

The Wards of The King - A Song of Ice And Fire Roleplay (High Casual)(Reboot)

Whoop, slowed right down but she's still kicking eh? Awesome~ How many votes do I get for Illysia joining the Wards for breakfast.

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I. Am. So. BEHIND. So many people have characters done already and then theres me still looking for a good faceclaim.

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@ViolentViolet Errrrrrrrrr. You didn't ask me buttt may I help?

It's copy and paste! :D ✩ Copy that. And then you can put the [color=?] [/color] with it so you get:

[color=?]✩[/color]

@sakurasan

Oooooh! I didn't know that~ Thank yooooou~ Is there a place where I can find more cool symbols so I can use different ones for different characters~