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Go for it Jagajac, feel free to intercept her. (She can collect her money later.)
Name: Sloan "Omen" Malcolm
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Species: Human, natural pyromancer and ghost bait
Hair: Very dark brown, almost black.
Eyes: Green
Appearance
Omen favors the rockabilly pin-up look, and spends a fair amount of time dedicated to her appearance each morning. She also has full sleeves on her arms featuring phoenixes and fiery waves. Her ears are pierced twice in each lobe, and topped with an industrial piercing each. Her favorite earring combo consists of lock studs, bow studs, and industrial skeleton keys.
Omen is a pyromancer, through natural abilities more akin to a sorcerer than a witch, though she is often labeled with witch by those that don't understand what is happening. Omen can summon fire at will in her hands, the simplest trick she developed around puberty. In addition, she can control existing fire, spreading it around as she pleases. In summoning larger, more hardcore fires, the larger the attempt the worse the repercussions for herself. Casual little balls of flame, no problem. Orbs the size of her body and launching them at enemies leaves her a bit light headed and she is prone to fainting after very very large or repeated attempts. She can form a fire barrier around herself. Because of her lineage and the higher energy frequency that generates the fire, Omen often finds herself followed by spirits. Most of the time, they're just curious onlookers. Other times, they seek to feed on her life force. She can see them when she tries. Her aura is like a bonfire to spirits. Sometimes sentient spirits are able to communicate with her directly, but she doesn't like this very much at all.
She can't always see the attacking spirits coming and often is taken by surprise, as she has to be trying to see them to spot anything. She weakens as she continually uses her fire, and can push herself so hard she faints at times if she's working with very very large flame or just does it far too many times.
Omen is pretty outgoing most of the time, at least at work. She's comfortable around other supes, as they "get it." She's less comfortable around run of the mill humans who, in her experience, fear what they don't understand. She'd just rather not deal with them, period.
She's originally from a small town outside Edinburgh (Bilston), and went to Canada to escape being too well known as a "Cailleach". She lived in Halifax for a few years and then immigrated to the US after hearing of Outpost #17, wanting to be among more of her "own kind." She has a noticeable Scottish accent that tips off anyone that she's "not from around these parts."
Omen has a couple of ways to get her money in. First, she runs a clothing shop (which caters to her fashion preferences, punk and pin-up) called Black Velvet.
Second, in the back of said shop, she rents out to an arms dealer. This is accessible through a false panel in the wall in a changing room marked Employees Only as if it went to a break room. She has two employees in Black Velvet who attend the retail customers, and if someone wants to get access to the arms dealer they should approach the retail workers and tell them "I'm all shook up."
Third, she runs a website, The Full Moon, which is a conspiracy theory / supernatural believers website designed to throw mundane humans off the trail while making them believe they found legit info, purposefully posting misleading information and muddying up the whereabouts of supes that have been reported as spotted. This site gives her some money through the advertising as it gets hits from all the crazies out there. She has a couple other moderators that help her, all supes, and word is passed word of mouth among supes; they all know how to reach her to have things dissipated if they drew more attention than they were comfortable with.
This is a "Rule 63"'ed character.
Sir Tristan of Lyonesse
22 years of age
Description
Tall (five foot ten) and lean, her figure is more boyish than womanly. She has fair skin like her mother, and inherited her auburn hair and long lean frame, but her face is more that of her father with blue almond-shaped eyes and a straight nose. She cuts her hair short like a man: shaving it down so as not to choke out the fit of her helmet and letting the top layer grow no longer than her chin.
Personality
She's very formal, and very aware of her gender in her life as a knight. She feels a need to prove herself, always; it's a by-product of her upbringing. When one knows her well, she will be more relaxed, and she gets along easier with men than she does with women (to whom she cannot relate.) She doesn't like to be called Lady Tristan, and will sharply correct errors in this.
Weapons & Equipment
Sword with shield (coat of arms: lion of Lyonesse - a gold lion on a green field)
long bow
Belted (with pouch) tunica with hose, boots
plate mail in battle
Would prefer not to wear them but has a few dresses for formal occasions.
(Will provide details later, am exhausted from setting up the back-story you're about to read...)
Relations
King Medliadus of Lyonesse, father. Lady Moeya of Lyonesse, stepmother. Georg, half-brother, heir to King Medliadus.
Backstory
"My mother died upon my birth, and named me Tristan as a bearer of great sorrow. Her name was Lady Elizabeth, and when I was in the womb an enchantress witched away my father King Meliadus by sending a magnificent stag to draw him into her castle, where his bewitchment with the foul she-devil caused him to forget my mother entirely. Upon a fortnight of his absence, my mother was maddened with grief and ran off into the wintry forest to try to find him where she succumbed to the bitter cold and birthed me, a red stain on that pure white snow. Those who went to retrieve her brought back her corpse and a squalling babe. It was already too late when the Merlin was able to undo my father's bewitchment, and restore him to his castle.
And so, I was largely raised by a woman who was not my mother, my father's second wife Lady Moeya. Happily for Moeya, she birthed a son soon after marriage, and when I was no longer in any way important I was quickly put aside. On the one hand, I yearned for her to be a proper mother to me, but on the other I was free to find guidance in my life by those more willing to give me their attention. This meant my father and his knights.
I spent my childhood watching the knights and learning from their mock battles. I attended church and learned my letters. I followed my father around like a loyal hound, and I managed over time to wheedle him into allowing me to learn sword play and archery. When I approached thirteen, Lady Moeya began a campaign to have me sent to a nunnery, claiming I was much too masculine to ever be married off. I was like my mother: unusually tall and lean without much in the way of womanly assets. What in my mother was a willowy beauty with eyes like a doe, I was more lanky with muscles honed by swordplay and eyes that were smaller and almond shaped like my father. Unable to convince my father to send me to the nunnery, Lady Moeya contrived to send me to France for a time. An attempt to soften me, I suppose. It didn't work well, thought it wasn't absolutely ineffective. On the path I was before I was likely to turn myself into a Queen Boudica and stain myself with woad and go running about the forest chasing down deer. Instead I suffered our French cousins to dress me in silk and bows and other awful female accouterments for a time, where I still insisted upon practicing my archery and swordplay every morning. That I could out-hunt many of the men at the French court won me the right to continue this discipline. I returned to Lyonesse at 18 still more a knight than a lady, and still unmarried. Men don't seek to wed women who can out-fight and out-hunt them, especially if they aren't sole heiresses to any wealth or land.
Upon my return, my father and his people greeted me with love, but Lady Moeya greeted me coldly. She hadn't made anything useful of me, and still felt I was a threat to her son, despite being a healthy young lad himself. Maybe she had some strange thought I would want to marry him, I don't know, but she tried again earnestly to get my father to send me to a convent. I overheard them arguing about it, and stepped in on my own behalf and begged my father to let me take vows as a knight and live by my sword rather than spend my life as a bride of Christ. Lady Moeya just about fainted and my father was taken aback by the suggestion, but seeing little other choice to make the women in his life happy he consented to my request.
But I did not take my knighting from my father. At the time, Lady Igraine of Cornwall was seeking forces to help fend off raiders from the sea. I departed with a small contingent of men from Lyonesse to lend her aid. No one knew of my true sex until I presented the head of the raider chieftain before her, and removed my own helm in her presence. From my bravery on the field, and perhaps the novelty of a woman knight, Lady Igraine offered me knighthood in Cornwall. I took my vigil the following evening, and went the next morning to my destiny."
Sir Tristan of Lyonesse
22 years of age
Description
Tall (five foot ten) and lean, her figure is more boyish than womanly. She has fair skin like her mother, and inherited her auburn hair and long lean frame, but her face is more that of her father with blue almond-shaped eyes and a straight nose. She cuts her hair short like a man: shaving it down so as not to choke out the fit of her helmet and letting the top layer grow no longer than her chin.
She's very formal, and very aware of her gender in her life as a knight. She feels a need to prove herself, always; it's a by-product of her upbringing. When one knows her well, she will be more relaxed, and she gets along easier with men than she does with women (to whom she cannot relate.) She doesn't like to be called Lady Tristan, and will sharply correct errors in this.
Sword with shield (coat of arms: lion of Lyonesse - a gold lion on a green field)
long bow
Belted (with pouch) tunica with hose, boots
plate mail in battle
Would prefer not to wear them but has a few dresses for formal occasions.
(Will provide details later, am exhausted from setting up the back-story you're about to read...)
King Medliadus of Lyonesse, father. Lady Moeya of Lyonesse, stepmother. Georg, half-brother, heir to King Medliadus.
"My mother died upon my birth, and named me Tristan as a bearer of great sorrow. Her name was Lady Elizabeth, and when I was in the womb an enchantress witched away my father King Meliadus by sending a magnificent stag to draw him into her castle, where his bewitchment with the foul she-devil caused him to forget my mother entirely. Upon a fortnight of his absence, my mother was maddened with grief and ran off into the wintry forest to try to find him where she succumbed to the bitter cold and birthed me, a red stain on that pure white snow. Those who went to retrieve her brought back her corpse and a squalling babe. It was already too late when the Merlin was able to undo my father's bewitchment, and restore him to his castle.
And so, I was largely raised by a woman who was not my mother, my father's second wife Lady Moeya. Happily for Moeya, she birthed a son soon after marriage, and when I was no longer in any way important I was quickly put aside. On the one hand, I yearned for her to be a proper mother to me, but on the other I was free to find guidance in my life by those more willing to give me their attention. This meant my father and his knights.
I spent my childhood watching the knights and learning from their mock battles. I attended church and learned my letters. I followed my father around like a loyal hound, and I managed over time to wheedle him into allowing me to learn sword play and archery. When I approached thirteen, Lady Moeya began a campaign to have me sent to a nunnery, claiming I was much too masculine to ever be married off. I was like my mother: unusually tall and lean without much in the way of womanly assets. What in my mother was a willowy beauty with eyes like a doe, I was more lanky with muscles honed by swordplay and eyes that were smaller and almond shaped like my father. Unable to convince my father to send me to the nunnery, Lady Moeya contrived to send me to France for a time. An attempt to soften me, I suppose. It didn't work well, thought it wasn't absolutely ineffective. On the path I was before I was likely to turn myself into a Queen Boudica and stain myself with woad and go running about the forest chasing down deer. Instead I suffered our French cousins to dress me in silk and bows and other awful female accouterments for a time, where I still insisted upon practicing my archery and swordplay every morning. That I could out-hunt many of the men at the French court won me the right to continue this discipline. I returned to Lyonesse at 18 still more a knight than a lady, and still unmarried. Men don't seek to wed women who can out-fight and out-hunt them, especially if they aren't sole heiresses to any wealth or land.
Upon my return, my father and his people greeted me with love, but Lady Moeya greeted me coldly. She hadn't made anything useful of me, and still felt I was a threat to her son, despite being a healthy young lad himself. Maybe she had some strange thought I would want to marry him, I don't know, but she tried again earnestly to get my father to send me to a convent. I overheard them arguing about it, and stepped in on my own behalf and begged my father to let me take vows as a knight and live by my sword rather than spend my life as a bride of Christ. Lady Moeya just about fainted and my father was taken aback by the suggestion, but seeing little other choice to make the women in his life happy he consented to my request.
But I did not take my knighting from my father. At the time, Lady Igraine of Cornwall was seeking forces to help fend off raiders from the sea. I departed with a small contingent of men from Lyonesse to lend her aid. No one knew of my true sex until I presented the head of the raider chieftain before her, and removed my own helm in her presence. From my bravery on the field, and perhaps the novelty of a woman knight, Lady Igraine offered me knighthood in Cornwall. I took my vigil the following evening, and went the next morning to my destiny."
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Sir Tristan
Sloan "Omen" Malcolm Not in Play
Alexandra Cooper
Eulalie "Lala" Bellerose
Jason Bertrand
Penny's Pie Rats
Marnie "Marian" Robinson
Lizzie Gray
Girls gotta stick together yo :) I can see Tristan taking a Big Sister approach to Gwen over time :) She's got 5 years on the girl after all.
:D I LIKE THIS.
I take it we've no particular order to our posts? I intend to have Tristan meet Arthur when she goes to congratulate Kay on his win. As an alternative I wonder if Gwen would approach Tristan, with how she's so head strong she might identify with the female knight.
Name: Sloan "Omen" Malcolm
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Species: Human, natural pyromancer and ghost bait
Hair: Very dark brown, almost black.
Eyes: Green
Appearance
Omen favors the rockabilly pin-up look, and spends a fair amount of time dedicated to her appearance each morning. She also has full sleeves on her arms featuring phoenixes and fiery waves. Her ears are pierced twice in each lobe, and topped with an industrial piercing each. Her favorite earring combo consists of lock studs, bow studs, and industrial skeleton keys.
Omen is a pyromancer, through natural abilities more akin to a sorcerer than a witch, though she is often labeled with witch by those that don't understand what is happening. Omen can summon fire at will in her hands, the simplest trick she developed around puberty. In addition, she can control existing fire, spreading it around as she pleases. In summoning larger, more hardcore fires, the larger the attempt the worse the repercussions for herself. Casual little balls of flame, no problem. Orbs the size of her body and launching them at enemies leaves her a bit light headed and she is prone to fainting after very very large or repeated attempts. She can form a fire barrier around herself. Because of her lineage and the higher energy frequency that generates the fire, Omen often finds herself followed by spirits. Most of the time, they're just curious onlookers. Other times, they seek to feed on her life force. She can see them when she tries. Her aura is like a bonfire to spirits. Sometimes sentient spirits are able to communicate with her directly, but she doesn't like this very much at all.
She can't always see the attacking spirits coming and often is taken by surprise, as she has to be trying to see them to spot anything. She weakens as she continually uses her fire, and can push herself so hard she faints at times if she's working with very very large flame or just does it far too many times.
Omen is pretty outgoing most of the time, at least at work. She's comfortable around other supes, as they "get it." She's less comfortable around run of the mill humans who, in her experience, fear what they don't understand. She'd just rather not deal with them, period.
She's originally from a small town outside Edinburgh (Bilston), and went to Canada to escape being too well known as a "Cailleach". She lived in Halifax for a few years and then immigrated to the US after hearing of Outpost #17, wanting to be among more of her "own kind." She has a noticeable Scottish accent that tips off anyone that she's "not from around these parts."
Omen has a couple of ways to get her money in. First, she runs a clothing shop (which caters to her fashion preferences, punk and pin-up) called Black Velvet.
Second, in the back of said shop, she rents out to an arms dealer. This is accessible through a false panel in the wall in a changing room marked Employees Only as if it went to a break room. She has two employees in Black Velvet who attend the retail customers, and if someone wants to get access to the arms dealer they should approach the retail workers and tell them "I'm all shook up."
Third, she runs a website, The Full Moon, which is a conspiracy theory / supernatural believers website designed to throw mundane humans off the trail while making them believe they found legit info, purposefully posting misleading information and muddying up the whereabouts of supes that have been reported as spotted. This site gives her some money through the advertising as it gets hits from all the crazies out there. She has a couple other moderators that help her, all supes, and word is passed word of mouth among supes; they all know how to reach her to have things dissipated if they drew more attention than they were comfortable with.
lol thanks, I love me some unitato :)
*makes a srs entry*
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