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Woops! Apparently this was meant to be done through PM - sorry for the dead link!
My basic character sheet:
Ra'Krindar (Loose translation from Khajiit language - "Great Grinning Thief")
Ra'Krindar is, at first glance, not a particularly threatening type. She prefers loose fitting clothing, as it helps keep cool while walking the Elsweyr desert, and can generally be seen with a grin on her face. Her fur is largely white, though she has black pelt markings which snake around her face which emphasise her bright, large yellow eyes. On a first meeting, she often takes the guise of a kindly mother, a protective and nurturing sort of soul who can be easily trusted. However, the winning smile and kind words cover her true intentions, which is in plain terms to make money. Her smile covers her wit and cunning, her motherly tones cover her hard-edged stance on her enemies, and her loose, baggy clothing cover the many knives strapped to her body, ready to be used at a moment's notice.
Ra'Krindar (Loose translation from Khajiit language - "Great Grinning Thief")
Ra'Krindar is, at first glance, not a particularly threatening type. She prefers loose fitting clothing, as it helps keep cool while walking the Elsweyr desert, and can generally be seen with a grin on her face. Her fur is largely white, though she has black pelt markings which snake around her face which emphasise her bright, large yellow eyes. On a first meeting, she often takes the guise of a kindly mother, a protective and nurturing sort of soul who can be easily trusted. However, the winning smile and kind words cover her true intentions, which is in plain terms to make money. Her smile covers her wit and cunning, her motherly tones cover her hard-edged stance on her enemies, and her loose, baggy clothing cover the many knives strapped to her body, ready to be used at a moment's notice.
In the span of a single second, there was an almighty bang and Kari felt a sickeningly warm liquid spread over her body. This was quickly followed by two more bangs and fresh splashes of blood as holes opened up in the woman's head and torso. The sight of the woman was something Kari had never been confronted before - it was not like an action movie or a television show, which leant towards a red stain upon a clean white shirt. The calibre of the bullet was enough to cause wounds that could only be described as 'gaping'. The deed done, Katiel lowered his arm and put the smoking gun away again. He walked over to the body and with a forceful kick shunted it across to the other side of the room, away from Kari - a crimson trail left behind it on the floor. Like the man previously, the woman's body soon changed into the genderless, scarred thing that betrayed what she really was.
"Kari - Kari, it's ok. I'm here, and I'm not going to let them hurt you." Katiel said, kneeling beside Kari and placing one hand on her shoulder. The smell of the blood on her was awful, but he didn't mind so much - his duty would always have ended this way eventually, and he felt a strange relief to have done with it sooner rather than later. "Kari, you don't have to watch anything if you don't want to, but I'm going to clean up now and take you home."
Katiel lit another blue match, and underwent the same process of burning away any trace of the demonic body - leaving behind only scattered ashes, a smashed-up room, and the unmistakable smell of gun-smoke. He felt a warm flush rise in his cheeks, and a verse from the book of Ezekiel flutter into mind. I will execute great vengeance on them with wrathful rebukes. Then they will know that I am the Lord, when I lay my vengeance upon them. Katiel smiled to himself for just a moment, then turned back to the matter at hand. Putting Kari's arm over his shoulders, he helped lead her away from the scene and the school, starting off in the direction of her home.
"Kari - Kari, it's ok. I'm here, and I'm not going to let them hurt you." Katiel said, kneeling beside Kari and placing one hand on her shoulder. The smell of the blood on her was awful, but he didn't mind so much - his duty would always have ended this way eventually, and he felt a strange relief to have done with it sooner rather than later. "Kari, you don't have to watch anything if you don't want to, but I'm going to clean up now and take you home."
Katiel lit another blue match, and underwent the same process of burning away any trace of the demonic body - leaving behind only scattered ashes, a smashed-up room, and the unmistakable smell of gun-smoke. He felt a warm flush rise in his cheeks, and a verse from the book of Ezekiel flutter into mind. I will execute great vengeance on them with wrathful rebukes. Then they will know that I am the Lord, when I lay my vengeance upon them. Katiel smiled to himself for just a moment, then turned back to the matter at hand. Putting Kari's arm over his shoulders, he helped lead her away from the scene and the school, starting off in the direction of her home.
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Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Hi there! I have a few plots/pairings in mind which I was wondering if people were interested in exploring with me. :)
I've put them into hiders to make browsing more convenient. Let me know if there's something to your tastes, and please do read my rules before contacting me as it will give you a better idea of what I'm like as an RP partner, and what I'll expect out of you. :)
Those are my ideas for now, but if you have anything you'd like to try out then please let me know
I've put them into hiders to make browsing more convenient. Let me know if there's something to your tastes, and please do read my rules before contacting me as it will give you a better idea of what I'm like as an RP partner, and what I'll expect out of you. :)
Those are my ideas for now, but if you have anything you'd like to try out then please let me know
The man fell limp, his temple cracked beneath the weight of Katiel's hands. The illusion beginning to fade, a scarred, burned texture returned to the man's skin. His eyes bleached yellow again, and his hair receded, only to be replaced with bony spires that protruded wickedly from his skull. Katiel stood, covered in blood, and took a moment to compose himself. He could not be sure that Kari was out of the building, nor could he know whether there were more assailants. Likely they had been tailing her, waiting for her to be alone... he needed to get back to her, quickly. But he could not simply let the demon lie there. The less questions asked, the better... he would need to dispose of the body. It was a good thing he had been trained for this eventuality.
He took a small match-book out of his back pocket, rolled up his sleeve, and struck it alight against the skin of his forearm. The tiny flame was gentle, blue. It calmed him to know that it was there. He held the thing to his clothing, and at once the foul, stinking blood upon them ignited and was gone - Katiel's eyebrows nearly being singed off in the process. He then looked to the demonic body and threw the match upon it - just like the blood, the thing caught fire quickly. He was glad the old tricks still worked.
Katiel picked up the gun, and examined it. He was hoping that it had been modified in some way, but alas it was a standard service pistol. He turned it over for a moment, thinking what to do with it. Neither he, nor the assassin, had fingerprints - one of the more minor differences in physiology between humans and his kin. Which meant that the gun was probably clean, and untraceable. There was no sense leaving it though, so he slipped it gently inside his jacket pocket and did his best to conceal it as he left the bathroom and went to find Kari. Hopefully she was not too shaken by the experience.
He took a small match-book out of his back pocket, rolled up his sleeve, and struck it alight against the skin of his forearm. The tiny flame was gentle, blue. It calmed him to know that it was there. He held the thing to his clothing, and at once the foul, stinking blood upon them ignited and was gone - Katiel's eyebrows nearly being singed off in the process. He then looked to the demonic body and threw the match upon it - just like the blood, the thing caught fire quickly. He was glad the old tricks still worked.
Katiel picked up the gun, and examined it. He was hoping that it had been modified in some way, but alas it was a standard service pistol. He turned it over for a moment, thinking what to do with it. Neither he, nor the assassin, had fingerprints - one of the more minor differences in physiology between humans and his kin. Which meant that the gun was probably clean, and untraceable. There was no sense leaving it though, so he slipped it gently inside his jacket pocket and did his best to conceal it as he left the bathroom and went to find Kari. Hopefully she was not too shaken by the experience.
Yea, I agree. Glad you're enjoying the RP so far - do let me know if there's anything in particular you'd like to see, btw. Happy to plan for that sort of thing. :)
"I'm not lying, I just..." A cold dread washed over Katiel as Kari stormed away. Now he'd done it. He let out a long sigh and ran a hand through his thick white hair. He would leave her to cool of for a while: no doubt following her now would only serve to upset her more. He had been stupid - the morning had been so... normal, so mundane, that for just a moment he forgot there was anything to hide at all. It was... inconvenient. Not an immense problem, as from the first moment that he spoke to her the illusion was on limited time. That said, he still felt stupid.
The girl's bathroom was quiet - no-one else was in here, all being in class, so the only noise to accompany Kari's inner monologue was the constant dripping of a leaky faucet on the far end of the room. Then, the door opened with a high-pitched, drawn out creak. They really ought to oil that door.
"Nephilim...?" a voice asked the room. It was cool, well-spoken, and male. "Are you in here, Nephilim?"
The unknown male began to walk - gentle, tapping footsteps letting Kari know that he was wearing formal working shoes. They stopped for a moment, silence surveying the bathroom, before there was the loud, unmistakable bang of a cubicle door being kicked from its hinges. The door fell to the tiled floor with a hideous crash, and then there was silence once more. Then, more footsteps. Then, another violent crash. The footsteps were coming closer now, more fevered. Kick, bang, step step step. Kick, bang, step step step. This went on for a little while before the footsteps reached the last cubicle on the row, which Kari was hiding inside. She could see under the door two black shoes, now scuffed and damaged.
"There you are Neͮͬ̑͜p̋̾͋͒ͫ̊̊͏hͭ͑i̵̾͗͊̚l͂̎̂͛ͣį̔mͦ̚͘..." the voice chimed happily, a sadistic glee hanging on to each syllable of the sentence. A moment later, the door flew open as it too was removed from its hinges, to reveal a gaunt, pale man with sleek black hair standing on the other side. He was wearing a formal suit and looked almost like a teacher, save for an immediately noticeable difference - the large metal thing clutched in his right hand. He raised the gun, aiming it squarely at Kari's head. A pale finger placed itself gently on the trigger.
In a split-second, the man went from standing upright, triumphant, to being lain in a crumpled heap on his side. Katiel had tackled the man to the ground and landed a few quick strikes on the man's head. He whirled around furiously, glasses now forgotten as the burning light of his eyes flickered with a violent power.
"RUN!" he shouted at Kari.
The girl's bathroom was quiet - no-one else was in here, all being in class, so the only noise to accompany Kari's inner monologue was the constant dripping of a leaky faucet on the far end of the room. Then, the door opened with a high-pitched, drawn out creak. They really ought to oil that door.
"Nephilim...?" a voice asked the room. It was cool, well-spoken, and male. "Are you in here, Nephilim?"
The unknown male began to walk - gentle, tapping footsteps letting Kari know that he was wearing formal working shoes. They stopped for a moment, silence surveying the bathroom, before there was the loud, unmistakable bang of a cubicle door being kicked from its hinges. The door fell to the tiled floor with a hideous crash, and then there was silence once more. Then, more footsteps. Then, another violent crash. The footsteps were coming closer now, more fevered. Kick, bang, step step step. Kick, bang, step step step. This went on for a little while before the footsteps reached the last cubicle on the row, which Kari was hiding inside. She could see under the door two black shoes, now scuffed and damaged.
"There you are Neͮͬ̑͜p̋̾͋͒ͫ̊̊͏hͭ͑i̵̾͗͊̚l͂̎̂͛ͣį̔mͦ̚͘..." the voice chimed happily, a sadistic glee hanging on to each syllable of the sentence. A moment later, the door flew open as it too was removed from its hinges, to reveal a gaunt, pale man with sleek black hair standing on the other side. He was wearing a formal suit and looked almost like a teacher, save for an immediately noticeable difference - the large metal thing clutched in his right hand. He raised the gun, aiming it squarely at Kari's head. A pale finger placed itself gently on the trigger.
In a split-second, the man went from standing upright, triumphant, to being lain in a crumpled heap on his side. Katiel had tackled the man to the ground and landed a few quick strikes on the man's head. He whirled around furiously, glasses now forgotten as the burning light of his eyes flickered with a violent power.
"RUN!" he shouted at Kari.
I suppose it's an issue of vision, and poor direction. Personally I've come to expect the unexpected in RP- the joy of it is that you don't know how all the actors are going to act. If I want to tell a specific story, I'll tell it as a story rather than through a medium which relies on 'player' input to move.
No worries about not posting- I've been moving furniture all day anyway. Been trying to get a desk into my bedroom so I can work (before I had to do my work on the bed as I didn't have a large flat surface)! And, just a heads up, I won't be posting much tomorrow as I'm visiting family.
No worries about not posting- I've been moving furniture all day anyway. Been trying to get a desk into my bedroom so I can work (before I had to do my work on the bed as I didn't have a large flat surface)! And, just a heads up, I won't be posting much tomorrow as I'm visiting family.
"That was stupid. You could have been expelled had that gotten any worse. There are better ways to deal with someone than causing a scene." Katiel did not react much to this. It was to him a simple matter of course to act as he had done - he saw a grievous sin being committed and so he stopped it. Unnecessary retribution was not taken, no-one had been hurt, and the incident did not have any lasting consequences. Indeed, Kari had intervened of her own free will - so why was she now annoyed with him? He shook his head, not knowing, and followed her up to the roof. He felt a slight twinge of anxiety, skipping a class like this. Although he was not a student at the school and had never claimed to be - he merely said he was new and would be studying here - he felt that Kari, at least, should keep the integrity of her academic contract. The look in her eye made it clear that he would not dissuade her from her present course, and so instead he vowed to stick with her.
Reaching the roof, he took a deep breath of the sweet, cool air. He longed to spread his wings and fly, to feel the rushing air currents and the exhilarating rush of wind past his ears. But to do so would compromise his cover, and he would not risk that for a personal pleasure. It was nice just to be out here, anyway, with Kari for company.
"I find Lance's turn of phrase distasteful." he said after a few minutes of silent reflection. "Though I can appreciate his frustration, he feels the need to express it with sexual euphemisms. It's... crude. His intentions are... broadly speaking... noble, though. He seems to be infatuated with you, which means I can trust him enough should you wish to be left alone with him for whatever reason. I've yet to judge the rest of your peers in such a way yet."
A small fly was blown through the wind towards Katiel, landing with a splat upon the front of his sunglasses. He noticed it a moment later and sighed, removing them so that he could scrub the front with the corner of his sleeve. As he did so, Kari again caught a glimspe of the bright, burning white of his irises - their honest fury that momentarily eclipsed the wind and made the world seem altogether still. It lasted only a second or so, before he once more covered them with the tinted plastic.
"We shouldn't stay on the roof too long. It's out in the open, exposed... it'd be too easy for someone to drop in, or set up positions on other buildings with a good view of us. The office buildings further into the centre of town would be a problem." Katiel turned and looked to the large grey office blocks in the distance. He squinted slightly - he could not see any threat, but then even with his own keen sight finding such a small figure on such a large building would be difficult, if not impossible. "It would have been nice to be told why you were so important, but I have faith that the reason will reveal itself in time."
Reaching the roof, he took a deep breath of the sweet, cool air. He longed to spread his wings and fly, to feel the rushing air currents and the exhilarating rush of wind past his ears. But to do so would compromise his cover, and he would not risk that for a personal pleasure. It was nice just to be out here, anyway, with Kari for company.
"I find Lance's turn of phrase distasteful." he said after a few minutes of silent reflection. "Though I can appreciate his frustration, he feels the need to express it with sexual euphemisms. It's... crude. His intentions are... broadly speaking... noble, though. He seems to be infatuated with you, which means I can trust him enough should you wish to be left alone with him for whatever reason. I've yet to judge the rest of your peers in such a way yet."
A small fly was blown through the wind towards Katiel, landing with a splat upon the front of his sunglasses. He noticed it a moment later and sighed, removing them so that he could scrub the front with the corner of his sleeve. As he did so, Kari again caught a glimspe of the bright, burning white of his irises - their honest fury that momentarily eclipsed the wind and made the world seem altogether still. It lasted only a second or so, before he once more covered them with the tinted plastic.
"We shouldn't stay on the roof too long. It's out in the open, exposed... it'd be too easy for someone to drop in, or set up positions on other buildings with a good view of us. The office buildings further into the centre of town would be a problem." Katiel turned and looked to the large grey office blocks in the distance. He squinted slightly - he could not see any threat, but then even with his own keen sight finding such a small figure on such a large building would be difficult, if not impossible. "It would have been nice to be told why you were so important, but I have faith that the reason will reveal itself in time."
Katiel spent the lunch break sitting beside Lance, alternating between polite conversation and pointed glaring at the brute sitting next to Kari. She had, in all fairness, handled the situation admirably. Katiel sighed slightly, taking a bite of the food in front of him. It was pleasant, to eat once more. The food was not all that good in and of itself, but his tongue greeted it like a long-lost friend. Though the physicality of his present form had its limitations, he could not deny that he experienced a profound joy in the simple pleasures of life. The effect was ruined by Jack's proximity to Kari, however. Katiel simply did not trust him - he could see the violence running through his face. But then that was, of course, why Katiel was subject in the hierarchy of justices, rather than the hierarchy of mercies.
"So how do you know Kari?" Lance asked, looking at the man beside him with a wide-eyed interest. "I don't think I've seen you around before - you're new, right?"
"I was assigned to her as a personal guardian to make sure she wasn't killed." Katiel said, barely paying attention to the conversation. He then snapped to attention, realising what had just come out of his mouth. Lance looked at him strangely, then shrugged and dismissed it as a brush-off. Lance was used to people making fun of him at this point: this kind of sarcastic 'none of your business' was all too familiar.
"She's really something, isn't she?" Lance said, staring over at Kari wistfully. "We have a couple of classes together. Have you heard her play the piano? She's friggin' amazing. Super talented, like a prodigy or something... you're not her boyfriend, are you?"
"Nope." Katiel replied. He looked at Lance curiously, studying his face for a moment. "Are you?"
"I friggin' wish! I mean, look at her! She's pretty, talented, smart... I don't talk to her much, though. I don't think she likes me." Lance sighed. "Sucks to see her with Jack. Friggin' meat-head. How did you get him to let go, anyway? He's like, a foot taller than you are."
"The human body is a complex organism, replete with pressure points and weaknesses. You just need to know what you're doing." Katiel said. At that moment, the bell rang and he stood up without properly saying goodbye to Lance, instead keeping a very careful eye on Kari and making sure that he arrived to their next class at the same time as she did.
"So how do you know Kari?" Lance asked, looking at the man beside him with a wide-eyed interest. "I don't think I've seen you around before - you're new, right?"
"I was assigned to her as a personal guardian to make sure she wasn't killed." Katiel said, barely paying attention to the conversation. He then snapped to attention, realising what had just come out of his mouth. Lance looked at him strangely, then shrugged and dismissed it as a brush-off. Lance was used to people making fun of him at this point: this kind of sarcastic 'none of your business' was all too familiar.
"She's really something, isn't she?" Lance said, staring over at Kari wistfully. "We have a couple of classes together. Have you heard her play the piano? She's friggin' amazing. Super talented, like a prodigy or something... you're not her boyfriend, are you?"
"Nope." Katiel replied. He looked at Lance curiously, studying his face for a moment. "Are you?"
"I friggin' wish! I mean, look at her! She's pretty, talented, smart... I don't talk to her much, though. I don't think she likes me." Lance sighed. "Sucks to see her with Jack. Friggin' meat-head. How did you get him to let go, anyway? He's like, a foot taller than you are."
"The human body is a complex organism, replete with pressure points and weaknesses. You just need to know what you're doing." Katiel said. At that moment, the bell rang and he stood up without properly saying goodbye to Lance, instead keeping a very careful eye on Kari and making sure that he arrived to their next class at the same time as she did.
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