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1 yr ago
Name:
Kallian Renae Zelinsky
Nickname:
Kallie
Age:
17
Picture:
Outfits:
(See picture for outfit information)
Bio:
Kallian, (or Kallie as everyone and their mother seems to call her) grew up in the ‘higher-end’ of town with a very comfortable life. Her parents were ridiculously rich, and they were the kind that liked to show it off. In fact, they spent so much time away from home to spend their money that Kallian hardly ever saw them growing up and relied on her older brother (who is always gone since he just opened up his own night club), bodyguard and maid to help raise her. As a child it was hard for Kallian to get used to the fact that her parents didn't want to spend time with her, but as she grew older, the more she liked it since it gave her the freedom to do whatever she wanted.
What started out to be a straight-A student in school gradually declined and by the time she hit high school, she was barely scraping by to pass her classes. She wasn't stupid, she just stopped caring. Why should she apply herself in school anyway? She had all the money she could ever want, she would never have to work, so why did she need an education? The only reason she continued going to school was to hang out with her friends, but even then from time to time she and her small group would skip school to go hang out with the college boys.
Kallian could be what you would call the 'social belle' of any situation. She was the girl that every jock in the school wanted to take to prom. Unfortunately, she was also the girl that all the other girls sucked up to in order to mooch off of her money. But the harsh reality was that the guys only liked her because she was hot, and the girls only liked her because she had money. No one in high school even wanted to get to know her, and she pretended not to care.
In reality, when Kallian isn't at school or out shopping with her fake friends, she is usually in her room in the big empty house just watching the minutes tick by. Her life on the inside is nothing but a hollow shell of loneliness, and it was about time she started to do something about it.
Why did your character want to come to this bar?:
Kallian is so fed up with her ‘usual routine’ of a life that she wanted to try something different.
What color glow-stick will they wear:
Green Glow Stick
Writing sample:
From my current RP ‘Once Upon A Time…’ My ‘female’ writing style.
Kallian Renae Zelinsky
Nickname:
Kallie
Age:
17
Picture:
Outfits:
(See picture for outfit information)
Bio:
Kallian, (or Kallie as everyone and their mother seems to call her) grew up in the ‘higher-end’ of town with a very comfortable life. Her parents were ridiculously rich, and they were the kind that liked to show it off. In fact, they spent so much time away from home to spend their money that Kallian hardly ever saw them growing up and relied on her older brother (who is always gone since he just opened up his own night club), bodyguard and maid to help raise her. As a child it was hard for Kallian to get used to the fact that her parents didn't want to spend time with her, but as she grew older, the more she liked it since it gave her the freedom to do whatever she wanted.
What started out to be a straight-A student in school gradually declined and by the time she hit high school, she was barely scraping by to pass her classes. She wasn't stupid, she just stopped caring. Why should she apply herself in school anyway? She had all the money she could ever want, she would never have to work, so why did she need an education? The only reason she continued going to school was to hang out with her friends, but even then from time to time she and her small group would skip school to go hang out with the college boys.
Kallian could be what you would call the 'social belle' of any situation. She was the girl that every jock in the school wanted to take to prom. Unfortunately, she was also the girl that all the other girls sucked up to in order to mooch off of her money. But the harsh reality was that the guys only liked her because she was hot, and the girls only liked her because she had money. No one in high school even wanted to get to know her, and she pretended not to care.
In reality, when Kallian isn't at school or out shopping with her fake friends, she is usually in her room in the big empty house just watching the minutes tick by. Her life on the inside is nothing but a hollow shell of loneliness, and it was about time she started to do something about it.
Why did your character want to come to this bar?:
Kallian is so fed up with her ‘usual routine’ of a life that she wanted to try something different.
What color glow-stick will they wear:
Green Glow Stick
Writing sample:
From my current RP ‘Once Upon A Time…’ My ‘female’ writing style.
Hidden underneath a hollowed out log in a small, empty trench a dark-haired girl stretched out her limbs as the first of the afternoon sun crept over the log and tickled at her nose. Brushing at her nose with her hand as if it were a paw, Red eventually climbed out of the small trench and rolled out onto the small open area of grass and stared up at the sky, watching the fluffy white clouds roll lazily by. Sure the moment could have been described as 'peaceful' or even 'beautiful' but nothing, in Red's opinion, could compare to that of the late night sky she had spent the previous night running under...as a wolf.
There was just something about the darkness of the sky and fullness of the moon that got Red's adrenaline pumping in the best of ways. She wondered often why she let herself turn back into a human most of the time anyway, especially now when her heart hurt the most.
Reaching into the ditch, Red pulled out her red cloak that had been bundled up and threw it on, pulling the hood up and over her head and began to aimlessly walk through the woods. It had been a few months now since Red had stayed in an actual home, and even longer than that since she had slept in her own home with her Granny. Ever since Snow White's passing, she just couldn't bring herself to being around people. She felt responsible, and with that, came the guilt.
Red had no idea how far she had wandered, distracted by her aimless thoughts, however the sound of a squealing bird caught her attention quickly and her keen eyes happened upon the scene of an arrow piercing the strange bird to a tree just moments before. With her dark eyes narrowing, she followed the projectile from where the arrow came and saw a man in the distance garbed in White, a 'cute' effort of matching his horse she supposed. She was seconds away from tearing off her cloak and letting her wolf form take over to nip at the beast’s legs as some sort of penance for killing such an innocent creature, but the shadows of the forest instead caught her attention.
At first she didn't even see the man standing in the center of where the shadows seemed to be coming from, even with her wolf eye-sight it took a bit of adjusting to find his outline. It didn't help that he was wearing all black either, but that’s when her sense of scent kicked in...something smelt...off about him.
"H-hello?" She called out to him tentatively, taking a few steps closer towards the strange man, no longer interested in the man in white who had just taken off on his horse.
There was just something about the darkness of the sky and fullness of the moon that got Red's adrenaline pumping in the best of ways. She wondered often why she let herself turn back into a human most of the time anyway, especially now when her heart hurt the most.
Reaching into the ditch, Red pulled out her red cloak that had been bundled up and threw it on, pulling the hood up and over her head and began to aimlessly walk through the woods. It had been a few months now since Red had stayed in an actual home, and even longer than that since she had slept in her own home with her Granny. Ever since Snow White's passing, she just couldn't bring herself to being around people. She felt responsible, and with that, came the guilt.
Red had no idea how far she had wandered, distracted by her aimless thoughts, however the sound of a squealing bird caught her attention quickly and her keen eyes happened upon the scene of an arrow piercing the strange bird to a tree just moments before. With her dark eyes narrowing, she followed the projectile from where the arrow came and saw a man in the distance garbed in White, a 'cute' effort of matching his horse she supposed. She was seconds away from tearing off her cloak and letting her wolf form take over to nip at the beast’s legs as some sort of penance for killing such an innocent creature, but the shadows of the forest instead caught her attention.
At first she didn't even see the man standing in the center of where the shadows seemed to be coming from, even with her wolf eye-sight it took a bit of adjusting to find his outline. It didn't help that he was wearing all black either, but that’s when her sense of scent kicked in...something smelt...off about him.
"H-hello?" She called out to him tentatively, taking a few steps closer towards the strange man, no longer interested in the man in white who had just taken off on his horse.
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YoshiSkittlez Roleplay Master
Member
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Name:
Giddeon Sirus Zelinsky
Nickname:
Big Dog
Age:
27
Picture:
Outfits:
(See picture for outfit information)
Bio:
Giddeon was born the oldest in his very small family, only having one other sibling to ever have to rival with that didn’t come along until Giddeon was nearly ten years old. At that point in his life, Giddeon was a real ‘stud’ as he was involved in many sports through his high-end school, had all the ‘cool toys’ that other kids would beg to come over to play with and just had that ‘I rule the school’ type of personality. It also helped that his father was quite a big-shot name in the industry business, being very much like a modern-day ‘Donald Trump’ but to Giddeon, he was just dad; until Giddeon turned 18.
All of the parties, expensive cars and vacations, nice clothes and lack of responsibility immediately came to a halt when Giddeon’s father practically handed over his company to him. Giddeon, not knowing a thing about responsibility nor really caring about what his father did for a living, declined, immediately putting him on his father’s ‘bad side.’ At the same time, Giddeon’s parents seemed to be around less and less, which he particularly didn’t care about except for the fact that his eight-year-old-sister felt abandoned, and so he took it upon himself to practically raise her on his own.
Over the years, Giddeon slowly found his funds being cut off, forcing an abrupt stop to his minor league baseball career and at the age of 25 Giddeon didn’t have a cent to his name. Too prideful to go to his father for money, he decided on opening up his own business in something that he actually cared about; booze, sports and women. So naturally, he opened up a night club.
Now with his name slowly rising to fame once again, Giddeon has been spending less and less time with his sister which he is slowly starting to realize is taking a harsh toll on her. Ultimately he is trying to find a balance between his fame and fortune and being a good brother, however so far that isn’t turning out so well for him.
Why did your character want to come to this bar?:
Giddeon was out looking for his sister and got information about a bar she frequented.
What color glow-stick will they wear:
Yellow Glow Stick
Writing sample:
From my current RP ‘Once Upon A Time…’ My ‘male’ writing style.
Giddeon Sirus Zelinsky
Nickname:
Big Dog
Age:
27
Picture:
Outfits:
(See picture for outfit information)
Bio:
Giddeon was born the oldest in his very small family, only having one other sibling to ever have to rival with that didn’t come along until Giddeon was nearly ten years old. At that point in his life, Giddeon was a real ‘stud’ as he was involved in many sports through his high-end school, had all the ‘cool toys’ that other kids would beg to come over to play with and just had that ‘I rule the school’ type of personality. It also helped that his father was quite a big-shot name in the industry business, being very much like a modern-day ‘Donald Trump’ but to Giddeon, he was just dad; until Giddeon turned 18.
All of the parties, expensive cars and vacations, nice clothes and lack of responsibility immediately came to a halt when Giddeon’s father practically handed over his company to him. Giddeon, not knowing a thing about responsibility nor really caring about what his father did for a living, declined, immediately putting him on his father’s ‘bad side.’ At the same time, Giddeon’s parents seemed to be around less and less, which he particularly didn’t care about except for the fact that his eight-year-old-sister felt abandoned, and so he took it upon himself to practically raise her on his own.
Over the years, Giddeon slowly found his funds being cut off, forcing an abrupt stop to his minor league baseball career and at the age of 25 Giddeon didn’t have a cent to his name. Too prideful to go to his father for money, he decided on opening up his own business in something that he actually cared about; booze, sports and women. So naturally, he opened up a night club.
Now with his name slowly rising to fame once again, Giddeon has been spending less and less time with his sister which he is slowly starting to realize is taking a harsh toll on her. Ultimately he is trying to find a balance between his fame and fortune and being a good brother, however so far that isn’t turning out so well for him.
Why did your character want to come to this bar?:
Giddeon was out looking for his sister and got information about a bar she frequented.
What color glow-stick will they wear:
Yellow Glow Stick
Writing sample:
From my current RP ‘Once Upon A Time…’ My ‘male’ writing style.
Had it already been an hour? Maybe two? He didn’t know. The only indication that time had passed was that the sun was sitting differently in the sky casting an all new feeling of shadows on the thicket. His tears had dried up long ago but his body had grown numb watching the very beauty that made him question everything he had ever done.
A twig snapped a hundred or so yards away and the Imp was quick to react. A small search party of three or so soldiers were closing in fast on Belle, two with their swords drawn and one with an arrow notched into a bow who took the lead. The bowman called out Belle’s name, having spotted her hiding place and the beauty took off in the run of her life, determined to not be found.
Rumpelstiltskin narrowed his eyes as he watched the three men pursue after his beauty, even after she had made it perfectly clear that she wanted to be left alone. Anger began to boil up in his deflated heart and with a snap of his fingers, the Imp was gone, only to materialize in front of the soldiers.
He gave them no time to react, nor did he speak a word. The bowman was sent flying into a tree by an unseen force, his back bending into the wood of the trunk tighter and tighter until the sound of bone snapping finally echoed through the trees and the body fell life-less to the forest floor.
By now the two other soldiers had their wits about them and began to charge The Dark One, however neither of them knew of the dangers they were facing until it was too late. With a puff of purple smoke surrounding the both of them, the soldiers were no longer and instead two small rats scurried over one another in fright.
Rumpelstiltskin bent down and picked one of the rats up by the tail and with an amused smirk, removed the tail from the rat sending the now tail-less creature plummeting to the ground, breaking it’s legs upon impact. He hovered his boot over the defenseless creature and sent it pummeling down, grinding hit boot side to side as he felt each and every bone of the tiny creature fracture. He only stopped to watch as the second rat squeaked and squealed and scampered away for his very life to an unknown place deep within the forest. With an unsettling giggle, Rumpelstiltskin pocketed the rat tail and disappeared in his puff of blood red smoke, now to appear where Belle had stopped for the moment though this time he took the hiding place of a high-up tree branch, still far enough away from her that she wouldn’t see.
“I’ll look after you Belle, I promise…”
A twig snapped a hundred or so yards away and the Imp was quick to react. A small search party of three or so soldiers were closing in fast on Belle, two with their swords drawn and one with an arrow notched into a bow who took the lead. The bowman called out Belle’s name, having spotted her hiding place and the beauty took off in the run of her life, determined to not be found.
Rumpelstiltskin narrowed his eyes as he watched the three men pursue after his beauty, even after she had made it perfectly clear that she wanted to be left alone. Anger began to boil up in his deflated heart and with a snap of his fingers, the Imp was gone, only to materialize in front of the soldiers.
He gave them no time to react, nor did he speak a word. The bowman was sent flying into a tree by an unseen force, his back bending into the wood of the trunk tighter and tighter until the sound of bone snapping finally echoed through the trees and the body fell life-less to the forest floor.
By now the two other soldiers had their wits about them and began to charge The Dark One, however neither of them knew of the dangers they were facing until it was too late. With a puff of purple smoke surrounding the both of them, the soldiers were no longer and instead two small rats scurried over one another in fright.
Rumpelstiltskin bent down and picked one of the rats up by the tail and with an amused smirk, removed the tail from the rat sending the now tail-less creature plummeting to the ground, breaking it’s legs upon impact. He hovered his boot over the defenseless creature and sent it pummeling down, grinding hit boot side to side as he felt each and every bone of the tiny creature fracture. He only stopped to watch as the second rat squeaked and squealed and scampered away for his very life to an unknown place deep within the forest. With an unsettling giggle, Rumpelstiltskin pocketed the rat tail and disappeared in his puff of blood red smoke, now to appear where Belle had stopped for the moment though this time he took the hiding place of a high-up tree branch, still far enough away from her that she wouldn’t see.
“I’ll look after you Belle, I promise…”
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YoshiSkittlez Roleplay Master
Member
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1 yr ago
Name:
Deserae Joe Cunningham
Nickname:
D.J.
Gender:
Female
Age:
17
Gang:
The Lost Ones
Height:
5'6"
Weight:
134 lbs
Appearance:
Personality:
D.J. is an extremely quiet individual, hardly speaking a word to anyone unless she absolutely has to. She doesn't seem to get agitated or irritated easily and has an unnaturally calm head on her shoulders with most situations.
Short History:
Very little is known about D.J. other than the fact that she's a loyal member of The Lost Ones and has been for quite a number of years. She hardly speaks a word to anyone in the gang and keeps to herself when she isn't expected to do anything relating to the gang. She spends most of her time at the gang's hideout, indicating that she has a really bad home life, or not one at all. More details about her past will be revealed in game.
Other:
None at this time
Deserae Joe Cunningham
Nickname:
D.J.
Gender:
Female
Age:
17
Gang:
The Lost Ones
Height:
5'6"
Weight:
134 lbs
Appearance:
Personality:
D.J. is an extremely quiet individual, hardly speaking a word to anyone unless she absolutely has to. She doesn't seem to get agitated or irritated easily and has an unnaturally calm head on her shoulders with most situations.
Short History:
Very little is known about D.J. other than the fact that she's a loyal member of The Lost Ones and has been for quite a number of years. She hardly speaks a word to anyone in the gang and keeps to herself when she isn't expected to do anything relating to the gang. She spends most of her time at the gang's hideout, indicating that she has a really bad home life, or not one at all. More details about her past will be revealed in game.
Other:
None at this time
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Member
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1 yr ago
Name: Tani Mudi
Age: 22
Race: Rhevarian
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5"
Abilities: Tani is fast, durable and exceptionally smart. Other abilities Tani possesses are hidden deep within her DNA and will be revealed later in game.
Skills: Tani is incredibly smart. She remembers everything that she has ever read and is well-learned in other alien races throughout the galaxy which can be a great advantage. Despite being rather clumsy and un-knowing about weapons, Tani is proficient with technology and therefore...if it has a computer chip, she can understand it.
Rank: Class C (Newbie)
Brief Bio/History (of both your character and race):The Rhevarians are an exceptionally rare race thought to have been eliminated many centuries ago. The only proof of their current existence is a single Rhevarian recently captured by the Ebolorians. History tells us the race of Rhevarians lived on a cold climate planet of ice, living underground in vast colonies and thrived as scholars, being the first race to make contact with other 'alien' races. As the Rhevarians are smart, their combat skills are severely lacking. For protection on their planet, they always relied on their devices or technology to do the fighting for them. They have no powers and are very awkward with weapons.
Tani's background history will be revealed in-game
Affiliation (if any): Tani just came in on a shipment of 'new recruits', therefore she knows no one and is alone in her efforts.
Age: 22
Race: Rhevarian
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5"
Abilities: Tani is fast, durable and exceptionally smart. Other abilities Tani possesses are hidden deep within her DNA and will be revealed later in game.
Skills: Tani is incredibly smart. She remembers everything that she has ever read and is well-learned in other alien races throughout the galaxy which can be a great advantage. Despite being rather clumsy and un-knowing about weapons, Tani is proficient with technology and therefore...if it has a computer chip, she can understand it.
Rank: Class C (Newbie)
Brief Bio/History (of both your character and race):The Rhevarians are an exceptionally rare race thought to have been eliminated many centuries ago. The only proof of their current existence is a single Rhevarian recently captured by the Ebolorians. History tells us the race of Rhevarians lived on a cold climate planet of ice, living underground in vast colonies and thrived as scholars, being the first race to make contact with other 'alien' races. As the Rhevarians are smart, their combat skills are severely lacking. For protection on their planet, they always relied on their devices or technology to do the fighting for them. They have no powers and are very awkward with weapons.
Tani's background history will be revealed in-game
Affiliation (if any): Tani just came in on a shipment of 'new recruits', therefore she knows no one and is alone in her efforts.
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YoshiSkittlez Roleplay Master
Member
Seen
1 yr ago
Name
Rorick Shatterfell
Age
25
Gender
Male
Class
The Allegiance
Appearance
Personality
Rorick has the heart of a lion and the bravery of a thousand war generals. Unfortunate timing of the splitting of the family robbed him of his childhood and any relationships that would have blossomed during this time and therefore his more sensitive side is a bit hardened; but his intentions are pure and his loyalty goes without saying.
Skills/abilities
As leader of his army, Rorick is excellent in all types of combat…
Hand-to-hand (Expert)
Archery (Decent)
Two handed Weapon (Alright)
Sword and Shield (Master)
He is also an excellent horse-back rider and is practiced with the 'peasant-like' chores of his kingdom. (He is often seen in the surrounding areas helping to chop wood, dig ditches, gather food, or anything of the sort. He's not afraid of good, hard work.)
History
*See IC OP History*
Whisper post
It was a brisk autumn morning and I was miles from my castle. Being an early riser for as long as I can remember, I greeted the early morning light as the warm orange glow kissed the tops of the trees and surrounding mountains. I was only fourteen physically, but the years of hardship following after my family's division robbed me of such innocence of a child and therefore in spirit I was closer to my twenties. Using my dagger, I shaved off a piece of an apple I had picked from an apple tree nearby and fed it to my horse who eagerly snatched up the juicy treat. I smiled as I patted the magnificent beasts neck and felt the fingers of the morning rays pierce through the thicket of trees and warm my face. the serenity of the morning was then immediately broken by a loud female scream.
I quickly turned my head in the direction of the scream and saw a woman, no older than 25, running quickly through the forest as if her life depended on it. And with another look I soon realized why. Five men on horses were hot on her trail, three with their bows drawn and firing arrows at the woman and the other two with their swords drawn. A quick look at their armor told me that they didn't belong to my kingdom, but that of my younger brothers whom I share a boarder with. Anger pulsed through me as I jumped onto my horses bare back and kicked him into a full gallop, chasing the men that had been chasing the woman.
Coming upon the fifth soldier trailing behind with his sword drawn, I stood up slowly on my horses back before jumping onto the soldiers horse and with the element of surprise on my side, I managed to punch him off of the horse after stripping him of his weapon. I didn't dare to watch as the soldier rolled off over the hill and over the cliff that I rode beside. By taking out the swordsman, I had lost both speed and time as the woman and the others reached the edge of the cliff; there was nowhere for her to run. The bowmen once again notched their arrows, planning on spearing her execution style which set my soul on fire. Had I been paying attention while I rode the stolen horse as fast as I could make him go, I would have seen a delicate blue orb hovering by my head. I reached the edge of the cliff where I reared the horse and jumped off, putting myself between the women and the bowmen.
"Leave her alone!" I shouted as I pointed the stolen sword at the soldiers. I expected a laugh in return as I was still quite small and the sword was nearly as long as I was tall, but instead the bowmen quietly lowered their bows, their eyes trained on something just above my head.
Looking up in the direction of their gazes, I spotted a bluish orb dancing above my head. It was much like a spec of dust only much larger and it seemed to be alive. I too felt myself grow quiet as this being above me seemed to fill my heart with serenity and peace. There was a sense of playfulness as the very top of my head hairs seemed to be grabbed by the orb. I saw it float down and then suddenly...it was gone, almost as if it had melted inside of me.
"Enough of this! Kill her!" The lone man with the sword said, seeming to be the first one to shake the calm from himself and the bowmen responded by raising their weapons once more.
I immediately felt this strange warmth envelop inside of me, like that feeling you get when you slurp up a bowl of hot stew on a cold winters day. For a split second, I felt incredibly light-headed and began to see stars in my vision but when I blinked, it was as if I were looking through someone else's eyes. The colors were vivid, the details were crisper. If I had known any better, I would assume that I was seeing out of the eye of a bird.
The arrows were released and my new keen senses seemed to be able to watch them in slow motion, but I too was moving in slow motion. Suddenly, a burst of light emitted from my chest, the impact making me raise off of the ground for a few seconds, just floating there before this HUGE bird formed from the light that came from me and flew up, using his wings to deflect the arrows as time seemed to resume it's natural course. With the arrows now clattering to the earth below, the bird folded it's fifteen-feet wingspan back into it's six-foot tall body, Had it not been mostly transparent, I wouldn't have been able to see the faces on the soldiers who now ran with terror at the large bird now creating a barrier between the woman, myself and the soldiers.
"Return to your king..." A voice seemed to echo through the forest, but from what I could tell, no ones mouth was moving. "and inform him that this girl you hunt is dead. Only then will I let you return to your kingdom in peace." And then...just as suddenly as the bird had revealed itself...it had vanished once more into a tiny blue wisp of smoke that seemed to linger around me.
"You have bonded with your whisper, Prince Rorick..." The woman said wisely behind me, looking quite proud, much like a mother looking down proudly on her son.
She now resides as a nursemaid in my castle.
I quickly turned my head in the direction of the scream and saw a woman, no older than 25, running quickly through the forest as if her life depended on it. And with another look I soon realized why. Five men on horses were hot on her trail, three with their bows drawn and firing arrows at the woman and the other two with their swords drawn. A quick look at their armor told me that they didn't belong to my kingdom, but that of my younger brothers whom I share a boarder with. Anger pulsed through me as I jumped onto my horses bare back and kicked him into a full gallop, chasing the men that had been chasing the woman.
Coming upon the fifth soldier trailing behind with his sword drawn, I stood up slowly on my horses back before jumping onto the soldiers horse and with the element of surprise on my side, I managed to punch him off of the horse after stripping him of his weapon. I didn't dare to watch as the soldier rolled off over the hill and over the cliff that I rode beside. By taking out the swordsman, I had lost both speed and time as the woman and the others reached the edge of the cliff; there was nowhere for her to run. The bowmen once again notched their arrows, planning on spearing her execution style which set my soul on fire. Had I been paying attention while I rode the stolen horse as fast as I could make him go, I would have seen a delicate blue orb hovering by my head. I reached the edge of the cliff where I reared the horse and jumped off, putting myself between the women and the bowmen.
"Leave her alone!" I shouted as I pointed the stolen sword at the soldiers. I expected a laugh in return as I was still quite small and the sword was nearly as long as I was tall, but instead the bowmen quietly lowered their bows, their eyes trained on something just above my head.
Looking up in the direction of their gazes, I spotted a bluish orb dancing above my head. It was much like a spec of dust only much larger and it seemed to be alive. I too felt myself grow quiet as this being above me seemed to fill my heart with serenity and peace. There was a sense of playfulness as the very top of my head hairs seemed to be grabbed by the orb. I saw it float down and then suddenly...it was gone, almost as if it had melted inside of me.
"Enough of this! Kill her!" The lone man with the sword said, seeming to be the first one to shake the calm from himself and the bowmen responded by raising their weapons once more.
I immediately felt this strange warmth envelop inside of me, like that feeling you get when you slurp up a bowl of hot stew on a cold winters day. For a split second, I felt incredibly light-headed and began to see stars in my vision but when I blinked, it was as if I were looking through someone else's eyes. The colors were vivid, the details were crisper. If I had known any better, I would assume that I was seeing out of the eye of a bird.
The arrows were released and my new keen senses seemed to be able to watch them in slow motion, but I too was moving in slow motion. Suddenly, a burst of light emitted from my chest, the impact making me raise off of the ground for a few seconds, just floating there before this HUGE bird formed from the light that came from me and flew up, using his wings to deflect the arrows as time seemed to resume it's natural course. With the arrows now clattering to the earth below, the bird folded it's fifteen-feet wingspan back into it's six-foot tall body, Had it not been mostly transparent, I wouldn't have been able to see the faces on the soldiers who now ran with terror at the large bird now creating a barrier between the woman, myself and the soldiers.
"Return to your king..." A voice seemed to echo through the forest, but from what I could tell, no ones mouth was moving. "and inform him that this girl you hunt is dead. Only then will I let you return to your kingdom in peace." And then...just as suddenly as the bird had revealed itself...it had vanished once more into a tiny blue wisp of smoke that seemed to linger around me.
"You have bonded with your whisper, Prince Rorick..." The woman said wisely behind me, looking quite proud, much like a mother looking down proudly on her son.
She now resides as a nursemaid in my castle.
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YoshiSkittlez Roleplay Master
Member
Seen
1 yr ago
Name:
Alan Carpenter
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Alan is a very quiet boy with an enormous heart of gold. He'd never hesitate to put someone else's needs ahead of his own as long as it was for a good cause. He's also very smart, most of his school year getting A's and some B's but his major area of interest was Health and P.E. Class. He likes to keep himself physically fit and treat his body good, which means that he has never smoked or drank.
Short Biography:
Alan grew up with a very typical 'middle-class' family lifestyle. He was the only child his parents created, as they split up when Alan was only six years old. His father was granted full custody and Alan didn't find out exactly why until he hit highschool, but it was a normal thing that Alan never saw his mother. His mother was exposed to a very different lifestyle of drugs and adultury, which Alan's father didn't wish to tolerate anymore. And to make things easier on their divorce, Alan's mother didn't even fight to have him. Presumably, she left the city immediately after the divorce.
Despite the rough hiccup in his early life, his father remarried a wonderful woman that helped shape Alan into quite the gentleman and guided him along the path that Alan realized he wanted once he was a Sophomore in Highschool, while his father was busy running for Mayor which was granted to him by a landslide vote.
Now, having just graduated high school, Alan is preparing to enlist in the military; a goal he has been dreaming of for a very long time.
Family Members:
Lucas Carpenter [Father/Mayor]
Ayva Carpenter [Mother]
Clarissa Carpenter [Step-mother]
Occupation:
Alan has been working at a small-town deli for a few years now
Notes:
None at this time
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Name: Deon Desmond Saunders
Nickname: Darth
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Occupation: Cage Fighter at The Spit
District: 4 (by invitation)
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 168 lbs
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Personality:
Deon is a merciless, cut-throat, brutal male that could be described as selfish and self-centered in almost all instances. He only looks out for himself which he often-times refers to as 'number one' and will stop at nothing to prove that he is better than everyone else. His hardened exterior can be chipped away though when a woman or two come into play, as he is a bit of a womanizer and has a pretty high sexual drive. He will, however, never put a woman in too high of a priority level, especially when his reputation is on the line of being a ‘bad boy.’
He holds no remorse for those he injures while fighting in the ring and on more than one occasion has attacked with a more powerful purpose than to simply injure or knock unconscious. It is said that Deon holds a certain, animalistic rage when he fights which has kept him champion even when he was outmatched. He laughs at his pain, showing no weakness and many times others have often wondered if he is even human.
Biography:
Deon was the first born to Riley Saunders in the low levels of District 17. She was only seventeen herself but somehow, she managed to raise him on her own (the father mysteriously absent since conception and never, ever talked about) until Riley met another man who stepped in as Deon's step-father at the age of 4. Two years later, and Riley had another child, a girl this time and Deon's step-sister he grew incredibly close to.
Just as life seemed that it could be manageable in District 17, Deon's step-father was killed when returning home from work by a small-time gang that really wanted his wallet. Unable to make ends meet for her two, young children, Deon took it upon himself to drop out of school and find employment to help out. This robbed him completely of any childhood he might have had left, becoming a man years before puberty even hit.
At first Deon was just a messenger boy, delivering secret messages to organization members in the lower districts that were more than a bit sketchy, but he knew better than to ask questions. The pay was poor and he was lucky if he didn’t get beaten or molested by his boss on a daily basis, even if he delivered on time and didn't warrant any punishment. As Deon entered his teen years, however, he left the job as a messenger boy and started working in a slaughter house, butchering up the livestock into fresh meat for his district to purchase at ridiculous prices.
Deon quickly grew desensitized to animal life and the longer he remained working at the slaughter house, the more creative he would get in just how to kill the livestock before butchering; even going as far as 'not noticing' the animal wasn't completely dead before butchering it up. After just a few years, he grew bored of killing animals however, and when he was 18 he got a job fighting in the ring at a local bar for entertainment purposes. It was probably illegal, the things he was doing and allowed to do. But nobody really cared what went on in District 17 anymore. He found that fighting others was something he enjoyed, even if a bit too much.
Now known somewhat famously throughout the district and certainly bringing in more customers during the night, he earned a comfortable amount of money to provide for both his mamma and sister. But once again, just as things were starting to look up (even having saved up enough to buy his family's way into District 12, his whole world came crashing down in a way that would forever change his life.
Coming home from work one night after a very successful victory, Deon found the house to be incredibly quiet on the outside. The door was kicked in, the front windows shattered, and immediately he knew something was wrong. Upon investigation, he found his mamma and sister dead in his mamma's bed, stabbed maliciously, strangled, beaten, tortured, even possibly raped. Their bodies were still warm, his mother's arms wrapping protectively around his step-sister's body as though she were trying to shield her but to no avail.
Deon didn't stick around long, however. If the bodies were still warm, that meant their killer wasn't too far away. He bolted from the house and followed his heart, finding a man nearly a foot taller than him running with a bloodied knife. Outraged, Deon took the man, concealed by the shadows, down and let his emotions get the best of him. It was a terrible mistake. He was sloppy, and the man had Deon on his back within seconds. With the same bloodied knife used to kill his family, the criminal sliced through the skin of Deon's head, starting at the tip of his brow and dragged the blade as far to the back of his head he could go, aiming to scalp Deon all the way around. The criminal was forced to stop, however, as the flashing lights of a police car scared him off. Too weak to pursue, Deon forced himself up and managed to slip away to lick his (emotional) wounds and learn from his mistakes. He refused to seek treatment for the injury, deeming it a physical reminder for him to remember forever.
Unable to bear their memories any longer, Deon used up what money he had left after their respected funerals and moved up from district 17 to district 4 with his younger cousin who had to go through a whole slew of paperwork to make the move legal. It almost didn't even work, but the brain-power and tenacity of his cousin eventually won in the end. Even with the new promise of a better life, Deon couldn't help but to accept a job offer in Zone Beta as a cage fighter for 'The Spit'. The commute doesn't bother Deon much and he has the credentials to travel between zones. He can't help but to feel grateful to get out of the 'rich' neighborhood once in a while. The life of his cousin just simply wasn't the life for him.
Deon has lived in District 4 for nearly a year now, but the emotional wound that Deon carries is still as heavy as the day he found his family murdered in their own home.
Other:
Deon is an avid smoker and never passes up an opportunity to get drunk off his ass even when expected to fight that day. He has a whole slew of connections to the harder drugs which he will often-times deal and even use when his body isn't up to par for a fight. He is amply known to sell drugs to women for sexual favors instead of money since he has plenty of it already.
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YoshiSkittlez Roleplay Master
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1 yr ago
Name: Katherine Riley Saunders
Nicknames: Kate, Katie
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Occupation: Student in Robopsychology and Mechanics
District: 4 (Born)
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 123 lbs
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Personality:
Kate is exceptionally introverted, having never truly developed social skills as a child. She was always working on projects on her own, never a 'child' but always a braniac, rendering her 'weird' to her fellow classmates. Even as an adult when sitting in on the most important of seminars, she takes no part in the hectic discussion periods that follow. She keeps up the front of a frosty girl, plain and colorless, who protects herself against a world she dislikes by a mask-like expression and a hypertrophy of intellect. Though on the inside, she does indeed feel the stirrings of a cold enthusiasm.
Often times, she is approached for her professional opinon on robots and is repeatedly asked, "Are robots so different from men?" in which she always replies, "Worlds different. Robots are essentially decent." To those who don't know her personally, her misanthropy seems largely unexplained however those whom have known her for a long period of time or have worked with her before know that her attitudes are rather well-founded.
She is a small woman, but there is a towering strength in her face. Tensile strength, that speaks to endurance, to maintaining in the imperfect world. Her mouth is thin, and her face pale. Grace lives in her features, and intelligence; but she is not an attractive woman. She is not one of those women who in later years it can be said of them, 'She must have been a beauty when she was younger.' Kate is simply plain but makes up for it with her powerful personality.
Biography:
Katherine, or Kate as she prefers to be called, was born and raised in the fourth district with a very comfortable life. She had good parents, a great childhood as an only child, a stable home, and a bright future. As a child, Kate’s imagination and prowess seemed to know no bounds. At first her teachers were rather worried about her intangible ability to ‘think outside the box’ at such an early age, but they later began to embrace it as she got older and joined clubs like the spelling bee or science club and continually brought home the blue ribbon for her school.
All through the rest of her school days, Kate remained ‘stuck’ to the science club, earning the interest of many different colleges as just a Sophomore to join their science department. At 16, Kate wrote her first of many papers on robotics, a Physics-1 paper entitled 'Practical Aspects of Robotics'. This was after attending a Psycho-Math seminar within District 0 in which she received a personal invitation from the Governor himself to attend as his guest. Despite the wishes of the colleges and interest from District 0, Kate remained as ‘normal’ as she could and continued her education, graduating with the rest of her class where the selection of schools were waiting for her - full ride.
Kate’s main area of study and experience resides in cybernetics, learning to construct positronic brains that responds to given stimuli that can be accurately predicted. She only has half a term left before graduating with her bachelors, but already District 0 has a job lined up for her as the first ever robopsychologist where she would be permitted to continue to study for her PhD.
When not working on school projects, Kate works on more personal ones. She has a few prototypes of her own design within her home which proved to work better than a security system since she was broken into shortly before her cousin came to move in with her. The ‘prototype’ had successfully stuck the robber with a sleep dart, rendering him completely unconscious until Kate was able to call the cops after getting an alert on her phone about the break-in. Since her cousin has moved in, however, there have been a few accidents of a 'mistaken intruder' which she has currently been working on to fix.
Other:
While perceived as a 'boring' type of girl, Kate does enjoy her scotch after a long day, though as expected, she has never had any sort of romantic relationship with anyone and doesn't appear to be interested in changing that any time soon despite her mother's badgerings.
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YoshiSkittlez Roleplay Master
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1 yr ago
Name: Mallory Lynne Brooks
Nicknames: Mal, "M"
Gender: Female
Age: 37
Occupation: S.A.N.D (Secret Association of Natural Defense) Agent
District: 3 (For Work)
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 118 lbs
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