...I think I killed it
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Name:
Dahlia Mavro
Age:
18
Description/Appearance:
Dahlia has shoulder length light brown hair that remains oddly straight. Her eyes are a dark grey and she has a medium complexion. She stands about 5'6" tall and sports a slender, average figure. Her clothes of preference are typically plain and loose fitting, though of incredible quality.
Personality:
Self Centered. Goal Oriented. Manipulative. Brutally Honest. Narcissistic. Superiority Complex.
Bio:
Dahlia is an orphan, and as such, grew up in an orphanage. It was run down and low class, two facts that enraged Dahlia every day. Just because she was an orphan does not mean that she should be subject to such lowly things! As she grew older, she began to manipulate the other orphans into doing their chores more effectively, leaving bathrooms cleaner and meals more sanitary. In short time, she was in charge of the Orphanage, and the women who fluttered from room to room, arranging meetings for possible adoptions knew better than to cross her. They feared her for the stories the other orphans told them and yet, respected her for her results all the same.
On her 18th birthday, a representative of the Academy came to visit her and convinced her to come along as a Savant. She cautiously accepted with the condition that she work with their security, ensuring that she'd keep any stragglers inside of the Academy for as long as the Administration desired.
Group:
Savant
Other (anything else you want to add):
Unbeknownst to everyone else, Dahlia is actually surprisingly sensitive to the fact that she is an orphan, having developed her Superiority complex as a way to cope with the fact that know one wanted to adopt her and her real parents abandoned her. She will lash out if anyone brings up that she is an orphan and most likely weep about it at a later time.
Name:
Rachael Nickels
Age:
17
Description/Appearance:
Rachael has flame bright hair and a lightly freckled complexion. Her eyes are a pale shade of blue and she normally keeps her skin unadulterated of makeup. She is slightly thin for her short 5'3" frame with only small feminine curves to her. Her clothing, though of average quality, are typically cutesy and girly in style.
Personality:
Kind. Cautious. Optimist. Altruistic. Athletic.
Bio:
Rachael grew up near the Academy with her single mother. They lived an average life and Rachael did not live extravagantly, but had everything she needed. That was until her mother was murdered in an alleyway on her way home one night. From what the officers told her, it was a mugging gone bad. However, when the Academy representative came up to her, they told her the truth: Her mother owed money to some very important people and she couldn't pay them back in time. They in turn took one of the most valuable things they could from a women.... After a long moment of silence as Rachael let the words sink in, the man added that they would come looking for her next and that she would be safe in the Academy. She accepted without a second thought.
Group:
Halcyon
Other (anything else you want to add):
Nothing yet.
Name:
Virginia "Ginny" Matthews
Age:
17
Description/Appearance:
Personality:
Athletic. Foul Mouthed. Laid Back. Hard to Anger. Good Sense of Humor. Sadistic. Violent.
Bio:
At a young age, Ginny was diagnosed with Waardenburg Syndrome, causing her to suffer from mild hearing loss in her right ear and for her hair to turn prematurely white in patches. Not having any history about her mother who passed during childbirth, she grew up with her aunt, a hardworking woman turned prostitute in hard times. Growing tired of hearing the insults, Ginny began dying her hair at the age of 12, having stolen some of her aunts "paycheck" to do so. That night, she allowed her drunken and broken aunt to beat her for the first, and last time.
Alessandra, her aunt, started to offer her niece to her clients when Ginny was about 16 years old. This backfired on her however as Ginny was able to show off her keen ability for hand to hand combat, resulting in a reduction of business for her aunt. After a loud and violent argument, Ginny packed her things and went on the run. She found refuge in an old man who happened to be the owner of a gym and began to teach her in the styles of boxing and kick boxing. After a year under his guidance, Ginny has since moved her violent focus only to when she is in combat instead of just lashing out randomly.
However, Santiago arranged for to have a public fight and the police picked up on her name, arriving at the gym hours before the fight and arresting her. Alessandra had committed suicide and left a note, implying Ginny as the culprit. Unable to find any evidence or try Ginny as an adult, she was sentenced to attend the Academy.
Group:
Sedition
Other (anything else you want to add):
"Ginny" is not pronounced like "Gin - E" but rather "Jenny".
Dahlia Mavro
Age:
18
Description/Appearance:
Dahlia has shoulder length light brown hair that remains oddly straight. Her eyes are a dark grey and she has a medium complexion. She stands about 5'6" tall and sports a slender, average figure. Her clothes of preference are typically plain and loose fitting, though of incredible quality.
Personality:
Self Centered. Goal Oriented. Manipulative. Brutally Honest. Narcissistic. Superiority Complex.
Bio:
Dahlia is an orphan, and as such, grew up in an orphanage. It was run down and low class, two facts that enraged Dahlia every day. Just because she was an orphan does not mean that she should be subject to such lowly things! As she grew older, she began to manipulate the other orphans into doing their chores more effectively, leaving bathrooms cleaner and meals more sanitary. In short time, she was in charge of the Orphanage, and the women who fluttered from room to room, arranging meetings for possible adoptions knew better than to cross her. They feared her for the stories the other orphans told them and yet, respected her for her results all the same.
On her 18th birthday, a representative of the Academy came to visit her and convinced her to come along as a Savant. She cautiously accepted with the condition that she work with their security, ensuring that she'd keep any stragglers inside of the Academy for as long as the Administration desired.
Group:
Savant
Other (anything else you want to add):
Unbeknownst to everyone else, Dahlia is actually surprisingly sensitive to the fact that she is an orphan, having developed her Superiority complex as a way to cope with the fact that know one wanted to adopt her and her real parents abandoned her. She will lash out if anyone brings up that she is an orphan and most likely weep about it at a later time.
Name:
Rachael Nickels
Age:
17
Description/Appearance:
Rachael has flame bright hair and a lightly freckled complexion. Her eyes are a pale shade of blue and she normally keeps her skin unadulterated of makeup. She is slightly thin for her short 5'3" frame with only small feminine curves to her. Her clothing, though of average quality, are typically cutesy and girly in style.
Personality:
Kind. Cautious. Optimist. Altruistic. Athletic.
Bio:
Rachael grew up near the Academy with her single mother. They lived an average life and Rachael did not live extravagantly, but had everything she needed. That was until her mother was murdered in an alleyway on her way home one night. From what the officers told her, it was a mugging gone bad. However, when the Academy representative came up to her, they told her the truth: Her mother owed money to some very important people and she couldn't pay them back in time. They in turn took one of the most valuable things they could from a women.... After a long moment of silence as Rachael let the words sink in, the man added that they would come looking for her next and that she would be safe in the Academy. She accepted without a second thought.
Group:
Halcyon
Other (anything else you want to add):
Nothing yet.
Name:
Virginia "Ginny" Matthews
Age:
17
Description/Appearance:
Personality:
Athletic. Foul Mouthed. Laid Back. Hard to Anger. Good Sense of Humor. Sadistic. Violent.
Bio:
At a young age, Ginny was diagnosed with Waardenburg Syndrome, causing her to suffer from mild hearing loss in her right ear and for her hair to turn prematurely white in patches. Not having any history about her mother who passed during childbirth, she grew up with her aunt, a hardworking woman turned prostitute in hard times. Growing tired of hearing the insults, Ginny began dying her hair at the age of 12, having stolen some of her aunts "paycheck" to do so. That night, she allowed her drunken and broken aunt to beat her for the first, and last time.
Alessandra, her aunt, started to offer her niece to her clients when Ginny was about 16 years old. This backfired on her however as Ginny was able to show off her keen ability for hand to hand combat, resulting in a reduction of business for her aunt. After a loud and violent argument, Ginny packed her things and went on the run. She found refuge in an old man who happened to be the owner of a gym and began to teach her in the styles of boxing and kick boxing. After a year under his guidance, Ginny has since moved her violent focus only to when she is in combat instead of just lashing out randomly.
However, Santiago arranged for to have a public fight and the police picked up on her name, arriving at the gym hours before the fight and arresting her. Alessandra had committed suicide and left a note, implying Ginny as the culprit. Unable to find any evidence or try Ginny as an adult, she was sentenced to attend the Academy.
Group:
Sedition
Other (anything else you want to add):
"Ginny" is not pronounced like "Gin - E" but rather "Jenny".
Posting cs's shortly.
I guess I'll try again.
Margot listened to his words closely, tilting her head to side as he spoke. Her brow furrowed as if confused by him, just as the creature began to speak, breaking the tension with a chuckled apology.
Margot hung her head slightly, raising her hand to cover her mouth and suppress a snicker of her own. She straightened up to the human now beside her and extended a slender hand. "I apologize for my outburst. I'm... Protective of mages and magics in general. Margot. Grey Warden recruit." She finished her statement, leaving the conversation open for him to introduce himself.. And a focused expression that expected nothing less.
Margot hung her head slightly, raising her hand to cover her mouth and suppress a snicker of her own. She straightened up to the human now beside her and extended a slender hand. "I apologize for my outburst. I'm... Protective of mages and magics in general. Margot. Grey Warden recruit." She finished her statement, leaving the conversation open for him to introduce himself.. And a focused expression that expected nothing less.
CallaLily180 said
Yeah, I know....
I think we just need to let it go. None of us are the original creator and so none of us has any idea where she wanted it to go.
Sad but true.
Too Old 4 This said
@Zordon Okay, so that ship with the golem had kind of sailed and there was really enough going on in that scene as is. Now it's kind of a trainwreck, but no matter. Also mind that Warden recruits who have not even undergone the joining do not generally bark orders at their senior Wardens. There is somewhat of an in-character hierarchy among players at this point. When the group becomes more integrated, this may disolve, but currently Joras outranks most of you and in a wartime environment people tend to take rank seriously.
Joras can point that out then. I realize there was a lot going on already. I just tried to get her over there and focused on one character. Plus, she doesn't like it when people discriminate against magic, and that can take over her sense of judgment.
I'm pretty sure without Candi that this has no direction.
Margot continued spinning her staff elegantly through the air, a thin sheen of sweat gathering on her forehead. But, there was a shift in the air around her and she stopped mid motion, her eyes darting around and scanning the area. Something had hit her. Like, a strong magical aura. She smirked, grasping her staff firmly and sprinting across the camp in its direction.
Skidding to a halt, she came beside the ill Elven mage and a male human beside her gazing upon the sight of a golem surrounding by blossoming flora of various bright colors. She noted that the male had already begun to reach for his weapon and an angered expression crossed her face briefly before seemingly composing herself.
"What, are you a templar here to oppress any mage you come across?" she spat, her vivid green eyes boring into him. Hard as she fought to hide it, her Orlesian accent escaped her, especially when she lost control of her temper. "Whatever it is, it is clearly not in control of it's magic.." she continued, shifting her gaze to the glowing mass of stone, immovable before them. "But tell me, you who are so eager to attack. Have you ever heard of a darkspawn using nature magics?" Margot turned to look at the man, her glare softening a bit as she spoke in a lower tone. "Let it pass. Question it after. If it becomes a threat, I understand But, right now.." her voice trailed off and she chewed at her lower lip "Wait." She stared at this man more than she had even noticed the group of people gathering in fear yet an inability to stop their curiosity as to what was going on with this strange creature.
Skidding to a halt, she came beside the ill Elven mage and a male human beside her gazing upon the sight of a golem surrounding by blossoming flora of various bright colors. She noted that the male had already begun to reach for his weapon and an angered expression crossed her face briefly before seemingly composing herself.
"What, are you a templar here to oppress any mage you come across?" she spat, her vivid green eyes boring into him. Hard as she fought to hide it, her Orlesian accent escaped her, especially when she lost control of her temper. "Whatever it is, it is clearly not in control of it's magic.." she continued, shifting her gaze to the glowing mass of stone, immovable before them. "But tell me, you who are so eager to attack. Have you ever heard of a darkspawn using nature magics?" Margot turned to look at the man, her glare softening a bit as she spoke in a lower tone. "Let it pass. Question it after. If it becomes a threat, I understand But, right now.." her voice trailed off and she chewed at her lower lip "Wait." She stared at this man more than she had even noticed the group of people gathering in fear yet an inability to stop their curiosity as to what was going on with this strange creature.
Too Old 4 This said
It's all good, steady pace in the IC is better than a rapid pace into a sudden burn out.
I absolutely intend to write a post tonight. I'm so sorry for the delay you guys.
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