The majority of my characters have short character sheets. This will mainly be for the longer ones. I might be interested in doing 1x1s with them.
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Engel Wonderland Psychotic Wonderland Perfection
Member
Seen
8 yrs ago
Real Name:Caewil McNamara
Alias: Cath
Age: 60
Gender: Female
Metatype: Elf
Specialization: Shaman/Face
Totem: Cat
Appearance:
Caewil is fairly tall at 200cm with a lithe and slim body. She moves with a distinct elegance and stealthy gait, often without making much noise at all. It comes almost naturally to her, just like her ability to blend in with most social groups. Her augmented yellow cat eyes are the one feature that messes some with people’s first impressions of her, but then she has her second augmentation in tailored pheromones that usually helps smooth things over. She looks considerably younger than she is, even if a few wrinkles have appeared on her face.
Her clothing consists of older fashion garments that have been torn and tattered over the years, but that is mainly when she can pick her clothes without having to fit in. She has a number of different styles that she can dress herself in depending on the situation. Caewil’s body is covered in a number of shamanistic tattoos in places where they are easy enough to cover up.
Personality: She has a great respect for the ancient spirits, nature and is particularly fond of felines. Her cat eyes is a feature that most would likely remember, but nevertheless she doesn’t regret having them installed as she claims to sense a greater respect towards her from the cat spirits. Sometimes it appears as if she's talking to herself when she's talking with her mentor spirit.
Caewil is confident to the point of arrogance, even if she knows how to tone down some aspects of her personality and show others more prominently depending on the requirements of the situation. She can be secretive and keep information to herself unless she deems it necessary for others to know it. Sly and deceptive, but above all she can be quite cruel when it comes down to it. Both Caewil and her mentor spirit enjoys playing with their enemies. She may go out of her way to harm someone before incapacitating them.
Bio: Caewil was supposedly born to human parents in Dublin, year 2015. Whether her parents feared their own daughter or the opinions of others more remains unknown to her to this day, but they did not keep her for long either way. The divine joke that was an UGE baby was too much for them to bear. She believes that she was abandoned or handed over to an orphanage at the age of three at the latest. Her early life was never easy, and she has tried to repress most of the memories of her childhood. She picked her first name herself. It wasn’t until she was in her early teens that life took an unexpected turn for the better. Her search for purpose began to manifest itself in a black cat. The young girl didn’t understand what it truly was at first, believing she had somehow gained a cute stalker with fur. Despite everything that was going on in the world, and that she was an oddity herself, she was genuinenly shocked when the cat communicated with her. However, she grew used to it the more it happened. In a way, it was a comfort for her to have its support and friendship.
With the help of her mentor spirit, Caewil did her best to survive on the streets of Dublin. She obeyed the cat, eventually nicknamed Mirage, to the best of her abilities once she realized that it was able to affect her by giving her magic powers or taking them away when she did something it disapproved of. Caewil gave the cat the nickname Mirage after an incident that made her realize that not only could seemingly no one else hear it, but they couldn’t see it either. At the age of 17, she disappears off the grid without much trace. When she does reappear 2032 in Paris, France, the miserable elven girl that was once there is long gone. Instead, there is a noticeably competent shaman that moves in circles that she should not have been able to get invited too. There is speculation that she spent the ten years training under her mentor spirit, whom likely showed her how to cover her tracks better too.
Caewil grows more and more skilled in the magic school of conjuring under her mentor. She hones her skills as a Face during the years she spends in France too, assuming different identities in different circles until she is confident in most of them. After she begins to use her skills to con the rich in 2045, it’s a matter of time before she is forced to leave the country. She made mistakes that would teach her valuable lessons, but it was difficult for her to appreciate them back then because there were more than a few individuals that wanted her head on a plate and some of them got very close at times too. Thanks to some of her elven contacts, she is able to return home to Dublin in 2049, which has by then become Tir Na Nog.
She spends the following twenty years in Tir Na Nog, finding more luck in the politics and social life there than she had in France. It probably helped that she didn't attempt to con anyone too powerful or vindictive. It happens that she, from time to time, assists her people on the streets with her shaman skills. Her aid grows more and more rare as she gets a foot in with one of the Danaan families. Against her better judgement, she begins an affair with the wife of the head of a Danaan family. It does take a couple of years before her spouse finds out, but by then Caewil thinks she's found actual love. It makes her reluctant to leave the country as she knows would be best, but Mirage convinces her to do so just in time to avoid an early meeting with death.
Caewil isn't left with a lot of options regarding what country to travel too, and while she dislikes the idea of living in UCAS she is grateful she has any contacts left that will get her to another country. It's bad for business to mess with the Danaan. Once in the UCAS she lays low for a few years, and eventually becomes a shadowrunner.
Cyberware/Bioware:
Cat’s Eyes. Natural lowlight vision, glow in the dark.
Tailored pheromones. Cath’s body is altered to
release specially designed pheromones to subtly influence
others.
Loadout: Several sets of different clothing, wooden quarterstaff, some reagents, Ares Vibroknife, Colt Asp, fake SINs.
Alias: Cath
Age: 60
Gender: Female
Metatype: Elf
Specialization: Shaman/Face
Totem: Cat
Appearance:
Caewil is fairly tall at 200cm with a lithe and slim body. She moves with a distinct elegance and stealthy gait, often without making much noise at all. It comes almost naturally to her, just like her ability to blend in with most social groups. Her augmented yellow cat eyes are the one feature that messes some with people’s first impressions of her, but then she has her second augmentation in tailored pheromones that usually helps smooth things over. She looks considerably younger than she is, even if a few wrinkles have appeared on her face.
Her clothing consists of older fashion garments that have been torn and tattered over the years, but that is mainly when she can pick her clothes without having to fit in. She has a number of different styles that she can dress herself in depending on the situation. Caewil’s body is covered in a number of shamanistic tattoos in places where they are easy enough to cover up.
Personality: She has a great respect for the ancient spirits, nature and is particularly fond of felines. Her cat eyes is a feature that most would likely remember, but nevertheless she doesn’t regret having them installed as she claims to sense a greater respect towards her from the cat spirits. Sometimes it appears as if she's talking to herself when she's talking with her mentor spirit.
Caewil is confident to the point of arrogance, even if she knows how to tone down some aspects of her personality and show others more prominently depending on the requirements of the situation. She can be secretive and keep information to herself unless she deems it necessary for others to know it. Sly and deceptive, but above all she can be quite cruel when it comes down to it. Both Caewil and her mentor spirit enjoys playing with their enemies. She may go out of her way to harm someone before incapacitating them.
Bio: Caewil was supposedly born to human parents in Dublin, year 2015. Whether her parents feared their own daughter or the opinions of others more remains unknown to her to this day, but they did not keep her for long either way. The divine joke that was an UGE baby was too much for them to bear. She believes that she was abandoned or handed over to an orphanage at the age of three at the latest. Her early life was never easy, and she has tried to repress most of the memories of her childhood. She picked her first name herself. It wasn’t until she was in her early teens that life took an unexpected turn for the better. Her search for purpose began to manifest itself in a black cat. The young girl didn’t understand what it truly was at first, believing she had somehow gained a cute stalker with fur. Despite everything that was going on in the world, and that she was an oddity herself, she was genuinenly shocked when the cat communicated with her. However, she grew used to it the more it happened. In a way, it was a comfort for her to have its support and friendship.
With the help of her mentor spirit, Caewil did her best to survive on the streets of Dublin. She obeyed the cat, eventually nicknamed Mirage, to the best of her abilities once she realized that it was able to affect her by giving her magic powers or taking them away when she did something it disapproved of. Caewil gave the cat the nickname Mirage after an incident that made her realize that not only could seemingly no one else hear it, but they couldn’t see it either. At the age of 17, she disappears off the grid without much trace. When she does reappear 2032 in Paris, France, the miserable elven girl that was once there is long gone. Instead, there is a noticeably competent shaman that moves in circles that she should not have been able to get invited too. There is speculation that she spent the ten years training under her mentor spirit, whom likely showed her how to cover her tracks better too.
Caewil grows more and more skilled in the magic school of conjuring under her mentor. She hones her skills as a Face during the years she spends in France too, assuming different identities in different circles until she is confident in most of them. After she begins to use her skills to con the rich in 2045, it’s a matter of time before she is forced to leave the country. She made mistakes that would teach her valuable lessons, but it was difficult for her to appreciate them back then because there were more than a few individuals that wanted her head on a plate and some of them got very close at times too. Thanks to some of her elven contacts, she is able to return home to Dublin in 2049, which has by then become Tir Na Nog.
She spends the following twenty years in Tir Na Nog, finding more luck in the politics and social life there than she had in France. It probably helped that she didn't attempt to con anyone too powerful or vindictive. It happens that she, from time to time, assists her people on the streets with her shaman skills. Her aid grows more and more rare as she gets a foot in with one of the Danaan families. Against her better judgement, she begins an affair with the wife of the head of a Danaan family. It does take a couple of years before her spouse finds out, but by then Caewil thinks she's found actual love. It makes her reluctant to leave the country as she knows would be best, but Mirage convinces her to do so just in time to avoid an early meeting with death.
Caewil isn't left with a lot of options regarding what country to travel too, and while she dislikes the idea of living in UCAS she is grateful she has any contacts left that will get her to another country. It's bad for business to mess with the Danaan. Once in the UCAS she lays low for a few years, and eventually becomes a shadowrunner.
Cyberware/Bioware:
Cat’s Eyes. Natural lowlight vision, glow in the dark.
Tailored pheromones. Cath’s body is altered to
release specially designed pheromones to subtly influence
others.
Loadout: Several sets of different clothing, wooden quarterstaff, some reagents, Ares Vibroknife, Colt Asp, fake SINs.
Second version.
[Name: Caewil McNamara
Metatype: Elf
Ethnicity: Irish
Age: 56
Class: Shaman
Appearance: Caewil is fairly tall at 200cm with a lithe and slim body. She moves with a distinct elegance and stealthy gait, often without making much noise at all. It comes naturally to her. She's augmented her body a bit with augmentations that don't always serve much of a purpose. She's got yellow cat eyes, a black tail and tailored pheromones.
Her clothing consists of older fashion garments that have been torn and tattered over the years, but that is mainly when she can pick her clothes without having to fit in. She has a number of different styles that she can dress herself in depending on the situation. Caewil’s body is covered
in a number of shamanistic tattoos.
Cyberware:
Cat’s Eyes. Natural lowlight vision, glow in the dark.
Tailored pheromones. Caewil’s body is altered to
release specially designed pheromones to subtly influence
others.
Magical/Physad abilities:
Fire barrier
Slow
Haste
Fog
Quiet Bomb
Equipment:
Cat Totem
A number of different fetishes
Cyber claws
Commlink
Biography:
Caewil was supposedly born to human parents in Dublin, year 2015. Whether her parents feared their own daughter or the opinions of others more remains unknown to her to this day, but they did not keep her for long either way. The divine joke that was an UGE baby was too much for them to bear. She believes that she was abandoned or handed over to an orphanage at the age of three at the latest. Her early life was never easy, and she has tried to repress most of the memories of her childhood. She picked her first name herself. It wasn’t until she was in her early teens that life took a turn for the better. Her search for purpose began to manifest itself in a black cat. The young girl didn’t understand what it truly was at first, believing she had somehow gained a cute stalker with fur. Despite everything that was going on in the world, and that she was an oddity herself, she was genuinenly shocked when the cat communicated with her. However, she grew used to it the more it happened. In a way, it was a comfort for her to have its support and friendship.
With the help of her mentor spirit, Caewil did her best to survive on the streets of Dublin. She obeyed the cat, eventually nicknamed Mirage, to the best of her abilities once she realized that it was able to affect her by giving her magic powers or taking them away when she did something it disapproved of. Caewil gave the cat the nickname Mirage after an incident that made her realize that not only could seemingly no one else hear it, but they couldn’t see it either. At the age of 17, she disappears off the grid without much trace. When she does reappear 2032 in Paris, France, the miserable elven girl that was once there is long gone. Instead, there is a noticeably competent shaman that moves in circles that she should not have been able to get invited too. There is speculation that she spent the ten years training under her mentor spirit, whom likely showed her how to cover her tracks better too.
She returns to Dublin and what has become Tir Na Nog eventually. It happens that she, from time to time, assists her people on the streets with her shaman skills. Her aid for the poor grows more and more rare as she gets a foot in with one of the Danaan families. Against her better judgement, she begins an affair with the wife of the head of a Danaan family. It makes her reluctant to leave the country as she knows would be best once the husband finds out, but her mentor convinces her to do so in time to avoid an early meeting with death.
Her contacts helps her get to Seattle safely, not that she wants to be there. She really didn't have much choice of where to travel.
Misc Notes: She wants to be a face, but isn't quite charismatic enough and is often perceived as out of place.
Metatype: Elf
Ethnicity: Irish
Age: 56
Class: Shaman
Appearance: Caewil is fairly tall at 200cm with a lithe and slim body. She moves with a distinct elegance and stealthy gait, often without making much noise at all. It comes naturally to her. She's augmented her body a bit with augmentations that don't always serve much of a purpose. She's got yellow cat eyes, a black tail and tailored pheromones.
Her clothing consists of older fashion garments that have been torn and tattered over the years, but that is mainly when she can pick her clothes without having to fit in. She has a number of different styles that she can dress herself in depending on the situation. Caewil’s body is covered
in a number of shamanistic tattoos.
Cyberware:
Cat’s Eyes. Natural lowlight vision, glow in the dark.
Tailored pheromones. Caewil’s body is altered to
release specially designed pheromones to subtly influence
others.
Magical/Physad abilities:
Fire barrier
Slow
Haste
Fog
Quiet Bomb
Equipment:
Cat Totem
A number of different fetishes
Cyber claws
Commlink
Biography:
Caewil was supposedly born to human parents in Dublin, year 2015. Whether her parents feared their own daughter or the opinions of others more remains unknown to her to this day, but they did not keep her for long either way. The divine joke that was an UGE baby was too much for them to bear. She believes that she was abandoned or handed over to an orphanage at the age of three at the latest. Her early life was never easy, and she has tried to repress most of the memories of her childhood. She picked her first name herself. It wasn’t until she was in her early teens that life took a turn for the better. Her search for purpose began to manifest itself in a black cat. The young girl didn’t understand what it truly was at first, believing she had somehow gained a cute stalker with fur. Despite everything that was going on in the world, and that she was an oddity herself, she was genuinenly shocked when the cat communicated with her. However, she grew used to it the more it happened. In a way, it was a comfort for her to have its support and friendship.
With the help of her mentor spirit, Caewil did her best to survive on the streets of Dublin. She obeyed the cat, eventually nicknamed Mirage, to the best of her abilities once she realized that it was able to affect her by giving her magic powers or taking them away when she did something it disapproved of. Caewil gave the cat the nickname Mirage after an incident that made her realize that not only could seemingly no one else hear it, but they couldn’t see it either. At the age of 17, she disappears off the grid without much trace. When she does reappear 2032 in Paris, France, the miserable elven girl that was once there is long gone. Instead, there is a noticeably competent shaman that moves in circles that she should not have been able to get invited too. There is speculation that she spent the ten years training under her mentor spirit, whom likely showed her how to cover her tracks better too.
She returns to Dublin and what has become Tir Na Nog eventually. It happens that she, from time to time, assists her people on the streets with her shaman skills. Her aid for the poor grows more and more rare as she gets a foot in with one of the Danaan families. Against her better judgement, she begins an affair with the wife of the head of a Danaan family. It makes her reluctant to leave the country as she knows would be best once the husband finds out, but her mentor convinces her to do so in time to avoid an early meeting with death.
Her contacts helps her get to Seattle safely, not that she wants to be there. She really didn't have much choice of where to travel.
Misc Notes: She wants to be a face, but isn't quite charismatic enough and is often perceived as out of place.
Name: Avanya
Alias: The Beastmaster, The Mother
Gender: Female
Domain (Portfolio): Creation (Beasts)
Domain (Portfolio) Description: There would be nothing in the universe without the basic process of creation. Someone or something needs to create it before it can be used or altered. Avanya takes a different approach to the art of creation, as she has little interest in lifeless objects that bends to the wills of others.
Her creations are alive and well, most of the time anyway. A planet, city or house could all be beasts with basic intelligence that needs to satisfy their own needs. Objects and tools may be a lot more difficult to handle if they were created by the beastmaster, but it’s not of concern to her. If she’s feeling generous, she might even make them less prone to running away or attacking. She makes beasts with all manner of characteristics, but favours those who are dangerous and vicious.
Avanya offers little explanation or motivation behind some of the beasts she creates. If it can be done, it should be done. If it can’t, she is eager to try anyway. Others would consider spliced animals that can’t function normally failures, or at least unwanted results of bad design. Avanya loves them as much as what would constitute a success.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Personality: Avanya is proud of her creations and loves them dearly. She would like to protect them all, but knows that it is impossible in a universe that is cruel and unforgiving, so she tries to make them all able to protect themselves. Many of them are just not capable, but dangerous to other creations as well. She is susceptible to those who pander to her ego by showing her proper respect in the form of offerings, flattery or writing literary works about her.
She’s willing to help those who show respect to her creatures, or animals in general, but wouldn’t do anything to help someone who has been cruel to one. Avanya enjoys nothing more than to create, and get praised for whatever result she ends up with. Sometimes she makes useful creations just to get praised. Often she makes whatever she feels like to improve her own skill.
Appearance:
Musical Theme:
Description: Avanya is an artist that uses her own divine powers to create beasts of all sizes and shapes. She is a sculptor looking to improve her own skill and create beasts that are as beautiful as they are dangerous. She can be angered if she isn’t shown respect or worshipped by those who would use her beasts. On the other hand, those who are loyal to her might be rewarded with their own special creatures.
Concealment Level: 1
Detection Level: 1
Alias: The Beastmaster, The Mother
Gender: Female
Domain (Portfolio): Creation (Beasts)
Domain (Portfolio) Description: There would be nothing in the universe without the basic process of creation. Someone or something needs to create it before it can be used or altered. Avanya takes a different approach to the art of creation, as she has little interest in lifeless objects that bends to the wills of others.
Her creations are alive and well, most of the time anyway. A planet, city or house could all be beasts with basic intelligence that needs to satisfy their own needs. Objects and tools may be a lot more difficult to handle if they were created by the beastmaster, but it’s not of concern to her. If she’s feeling generous, she might even make them less prone to running away or attacking. She makes beasts with all manner of characteristics, but favours those who are dangerous and vicious.
Avanya offers little explanation or motivation behind some of the beasts she creates. If it can be done, it should be done. If it can’t, she is eager to try anyway. Others would consider spliced animals that can’t function normally failures, or at least unwanted results of bad design. Avanya loves them as much as what would constitute a success.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Personality: Avanya is proud of her creations and loves them dearly. She would like to protect them all, but knows that it is impossible in a universe that is cruel and unforgiving, so she tries to make them all able to protect themselves. Many of them are just not capable, but dangerous to other creations as well. She is susceptible to those who pander to her ego by showing her proper respect in the form of offerings, flattery or writing literary works about her.
She’s willing to help those who show respect to her creatures, or animals in general, but wouldn’t do anything to help someone who has been cruel to one. Avanya enjoys nothing more than to create, and get praised for whatever result she ends up with. Sometimes she makes useful creations just to get praised. Often she makes whatever she feels like to improve her own skill.
Appearance:
Musical Theme:
Description: Avanya is an artist that uses her own divine powers to create beasts of all sizes and shapes. She is a sculptor looking to improve her own skill and create beasts that are as beautiful as they are dangerous. She can be angered if she isn’t shown respect or worshipped by those who would use her beasts. On the other hand, those who are loyal to her might be rewarded with their own special creatures.
Concealment Level: 1
Detection Level: 1
OP
Engel Wonderland Psychotic Wonderland Perfection
Member
Seen
8 yrs ago
Valkyria Chronicles
Name: Elise Louque
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Appearance:
Rank: Private
Class: Sniper
Weapons and Equipment: GSR-10, Ragnaid.
Personality: Outgoing, sly, disciplined and independent. Elise can be quite the talker when she's in a safe environment, and enjoys the company of others, especially the ladies. On the battlefield she's the complete opposite though, and can switch between social butterfly to silent sniper like nothing. It’s often difficult to know whether she’s actually in the battle or not due to how adept she has become at disappearing. It’s happened that she’s used it to her advantage if she wants to be alone too. When Elise first joined the military and underwent training she was somewhat rebellious, questioning orders or sometimes acting by her own judgement, but she prefers to see it as independence now.
Bio: Elise grew up in a small village in the east, where she lived out the first years of her life in peace. There wasn’t much that happened in the village. People went about their lives without much ambition or care for the world, and if Elise had been older she probably would have left it behind earlier. She never realized how terrible reality could be until she turned seven. Her mother was killed in an imperial darcsen hunt that ended up passing through their village, even though she wasn’t a darcsen herself. Elise’s mother tried to protect some of the darcsen’s in the village, and was killed for it. The change in her father was abrupt, and while the whole family mourned he openly began to blame the darcsen for his wife death. Elise was young and easily influenced by the words of her father whom she looked up too, so she began to think the same way.
Her teens began and went by without any similar incidents, thankfully, even if coming to terms with the fact that her sexuality was different from most other’s was a battle in itself. Once she turned twenty she moved to Randgriz, where she volunteered for the army and underwent
training. Her superior officers figured she would make an excellent sniper one day, due to her keen eyesight and discipline. The years spent living in Randgriz was much more enjoyable than it had been for here in her home village, but unfortunately that changed when the war broke out.
RP sample: “No, no, no… He’s already home!?” A feminine voice called out, giving her a rude awakening. It took a moment for Elise to realize where she was, and what the meaning of the words were. Once she did, she sat up in the bed as if shocked. It was still morning from what she could tell by looking out the window, the sun hadn’t climbed too far across the sky. She had been sleeping on a large, rather comfy bed placed in the middle of a small room that only had one window. The voice that had awakened her belonged to another woman, a cute blonde with freckles.
“You have to hide.” The woman whispered through clenched through teeth to Elise. She was about to reply, but heard approaching footsteps, so instead she gathered all of her clothing and slid under the bed just in time. The door opened and a man greeted his wife with a loving tone. Elise wasn’t sure what her best course of action was, but decided to get dressed and sneak out. She listened to the voices of the couple, while trying to get dressed underneath a bed without making a sound. Part of her was glad she had previous experience of the situation at hand. Part of her hated splinters.
It soon became clear that they weren’t going to be leaving the bedroom anytime soon, and Elise didn’t particularly enjoy the idea that she might be caught by the husband. It’d happened before, sure, but she’d never intentionally meant to cause that result. She started to slide herself out from under the bed, in the direction of the door. Luckily the woman caught onto what she was doing and pulled all of the man’s attention towards herself. Elise made it to the door, turned to wink at last night’s pleasure and exited the house.
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Appearance:
Rank: Private
Class: Sniper
Weapons and Equipment: GSR-10, Ragnaid.
Personality: Outgoing, sly, disciplined and independent. Elise can be quite the talker when she's in a safe environment, and enjoys the company of others, especially the ladies. On the battlefield she's the complete opposite though, and can switch between social butterfly to silent sniper like nothing. It’s often difficult to know whether she’s actually in the battle or not due to how adept she has become at disappearing. It’s happened that she’s used it to her advantage if she wants to be alone too. When Elise first joined the military and underwent training she was somewhat rebellious, questioning orders or sometimes acting by her own judgement, but she prefers to see it as independence now.
Bio: Elise grew up in a small village in the east, where she lived out the first years of her life in peace. There wasn’t much that happened in the village. People went about their lives without much ambition or care for the world, and if Elise had been older she probably would have left it behind earlier. She never realized how terrible reality could be until she turned seven. Her mother was killed in an imperial darcsen hunt that ended up passing through their village, even though she wasn’t a darcsen herself. Elise’s mother tried to protect some of the darcsen’s in the village, and was killed for it. The change in her father was abrupt, and while the whole family mourned he openly began to blame the darcsen for his wife death. Elise was young and easily influenced by the words of her father whom she looked up too, so she began to think the same way.
Her teens began and went by without any similar incidents, thankfully, even if coming to terms with the fact that her sexuality was different from most other’s was a battle in itself. Once she turned twenty she moved to Randgriz, where she volunteered for the army and underwent
training. Her superior officers figured she would make an excellent sniper one day, due to her keen eyesight and discipline. The years spent living in Randgriz was much more enjoyable than it had been for here in her home village, but unfortunately that changed when the war broke out.
RP sample: “No, no, no… He’s already home!?” A feminine voice called out, giving her a rude awakening. It took a moment for Elise to realize where she was, and what the meaning of the words were. Once she did, she sat up in the bed as if shocked. It was still morning from what she could tell by looking out the window, the sun hadn’t climbed too far across the sky. She had been sleeping on a large, rather comfy bed placed in the middle of a small room that only had one window. The voice that had awakened her belonged to another woman, a cute blonde with freckles.
“You have to hide.” The woman whispered through clenched through teeth to Elise. She was about to reply, but heard approaching footsteps, so instead she gathered all of her clothing and slid under the bed just in time. The door opened and a man greeted his wife with a loving tone. Elise wasn’t sure what her best course of action was, but decided to get dressed and sneak out. She listened to the voices of the couple, while trying to get dressed underneath a bed without making a sound. Part of her was glad she had previous experience of the situation at hand. Part of her hated splinters.
It soon became clear that they weren’t going to be leaving the bedroom anytime soon, and Elise didn’t particularly enjoy the idea that she might be caught by the husband. It’d happened before, sure, but she’d never intentionally meant to cause that result. She started to slide herself out from under the bed, in the direction of the door. Luckily the woman caught onto what she was doing and pulled all of the man’s attention towards herself. Elise made it to the door, turned to wink at last night’s pleasure and exited the house.
OP
Engel Wonderland Psychotic Wonderland Perfection
Member
Seen
8 yrs ago
Motorcycle gang
Character Theme – N.W.O.
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Emer is 165cm, small and somewhat lanky, even if she’s got some muscle. She may appear as an easy and weak target at first glance, but her twitchy and erratic behaviour combined with the large facial scar tends to make people think twice about trying anything. She often gives the impression that she’s unpredictable, not all there and dangerous. Her body is covered in a number of self-inflicted scars which she’s cut in places where they’d be easy to cover up with clothing. She’s got a few tattoos on the arms and back as well.
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【Full Name】
Emer O’Byrne
【Nick-name?】
Cutter
【Gender】
Female
【Age】
36
【Sexuality】
Homosexual
【Birth Place】
Dublin, Ireland
【Club Status】
First X and Treasurer
【Profession】
Tattoo artist
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【Personality】
Emer is ambitious, clever and capable. She’s owned her own tattoo studio for the last few years. It used to be a dream for her when she was younger, which she would often talk about at parties whenever someone asked her what she did for a living but never do much to actually achieve. She used to do a lot of drugs at the numerous parties she frequented as well. Her personality changed rather abruptly after she’d turned 30, due to an incident where she woke up with a broken face and hazy, horrible memories. Emer could never prove what had happened that night or who might have done it to her. It did give her a cold and hard attitude towards life though, where humans were trash and if she wanted something she would simply have to become strong enough to take it without concern for anyone else. She stopped doing most drugs after the incident and rarely drinks, but might still do ecstasy or LSD in private settings when she feels the need. She’s kind of addicted to cutting herself, and loves the large scar on her face. Even if it was possible to remove it, she’s grown too fond of it by now.
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【History】
Emer O’Bryen was born in Dublin, Ireland and she still has a very clear Irish accent. She lived her life in Ireland until she was 19 years old. At which point she fell in love with the singer of an unknown English band, who convinced her to come with the band on tour around the UK. It wasn’t the best idea, but she accepted anyway. The first few months were fine, but problems soon arose when she found the singer, her supposed girlfriend, in bed with someone else. It ended violently and Emer fled thinking she would end up in prison if she didn’t find some place to hide. No charges were ever filed against her for beating up the singer though, perhaps out of a feeling of guilt.
The following year was a dark void with no escape. Emer fell in with the wrong crowd after that, an underground group that spent their time doing little else than partying, fucking and doing drugs. They either got money for all of it by committing crimes, hosting parties or getting their parents to pay for it. It was some of the best and worst years of her life. She knew she was worthless scum, but drowned such thoughts with drug abuse or sex.
It was at one of the parties her gang hosted that she first met Hector. She found him pleasant enough to interact with that they slowly grew to become friends. They lost contact for a couple of years though, and when they met again Emer had accomplished more than she’d ever planned too. She owned her own tattoo studio and was doing very well for herself compared to what her past had looked like. She was still very much a part of her old crowd at that point. Hector offered her to become a part of his motorcycle club, as she knew how to run a legal successful business and had a few criminal contacts. Emer didn’t take him seriously at first, but was eventually convinced. It would be two salaries if nothing else. She took to it surprisingly fast and easy.
Emer is technically married, even if she tries her best to ignore it. She also has a girlfriend, which she only gives a little more attention to than her wife. The two don’t actually know about each other yet, and she hopes to keep it that way. She sleeps around with random women too. She doesn’t have much time to do many tattoos personally anymore, but has hired two employers for her studio which takes care of it most days. Unfortunately, it ends up with her mostly doing the business side of things and that can get boring to say the least.
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【Skills and Abilities】
Emer’s become very adept at inflicting pain on others, and find it amusing to torture someone every once in a while. She knows her way well around blades, how to stab or slash with precision, how to fight with one, but strangely also how to skin an animal or scalp a human. She’s got an imposing presence and might put others on edge just by being around them. She’s a great tattoo artist too after years of training.
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【Equipment】
Clothing
Emer mostly wears dark T-shirts or tank tops, with leather pants and the club’s leather jacket. She doesn’t care much for dressing up or standing out more than the jacket makes her do. Some of her shirts has the names and logos of different bands, with tour dates on the back. She wears a pair of black boots on her feet.
She carries a knife set roll with her pretty much everywhere. The one she carries with her only has eight knives in it, but she does own a much larger collection.
Bike
Emer rides a custom Harley Davidson chopper. Its main colours are black and gold.
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【Opinions】
Club Direction
Emer wants the club to expand so it can make more money. She cares little for where such money would come from in the end, but certainly enjoyed the extortion she was allowed to do under Hector when any of their clients who were supposed to pay for protection didn’t want too. She isn’t all that interested in the club becoming a legal business, as she already owns one and sees the club as her hobby where she can do what she wants. Emer obviously thinks she should be the new president, but wouldn’t necessarily come out and say it directly. She would probably prefer to undermine anyone else’s claim to the title, and make herself appear the best choice that way.
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Emer is 165cm, small and somewhat lanky, even if she’s got some muscle. She may appear as an easy and weak target at first glance, but her twitchy and erratic behaviour combined with the large facial scar tends to make people think twice about trying anything. She often gives the impression that she’s unpredictable, not all there and dangerous. Her body is covered in a number of self-inflicted scars which she’s cut in places where they’d be easy to cover up with clothing. She’s got a few tattoos on the arms and back as well.
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【Full Name】
Emer O’Byrne
【Nick-name?】
Cutter
【Gender】
Female
【Age】
36
【Sexuality】
Homosexual
【Birth Place】
Dublin, Ireland
【Club Status】
First X and Treasurer
【Profession】
Tattoo artist
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【Personality】
Emer is ambitious, clever and capable. She’s owned her own tattoo studio for the last few years. It used to be a dream for her when she was younger, which she would often talk about at parties whenever someone asked her what she did for a living but never do much to actually achieve. She used to do a lot of drugs at the numerous parties she frequented as well. Her personality changed rather abruptly after she’d turned 30, due to an incident where she woke up with a broken face and hazy, horrible memories. Emer could never prove what had happened that night or who might have done it to her. It did give her a cold and hard attitude towards life though, where humans were trash and if she wanted something she would simply have to become strong enough to take it without concern for anyone else. She stopped doing most drugs after the incident and rarely drinks, but might still do ecstasy or LSD in private settings when she feels the need. She’s kind of addicted to cutting herself, and loves the large scar on her face. Even if it was possible to remove it, she’s grown too fond of it by now.
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【History】
Emer O’Bryen was born in Dublin, Ireland and she still has a very clear Irish accent. She lived her life in Ireland until she was 19 years old. At which point she fell in love with the singer of an unknown English band, who convinced her to come with the band on tour around the UK. It wasn’t the best idea, but she accepted anyway. The first few months were fine, but problems soon arose when she found the singer, her supposed girlfriend, in bed with someone else. It ended violently and Emer fled thinking she would end up in prison if she didn’t find some place to hide. No charges were ever filed against her for beating up the singer though, perhaps out of a feeling of guilt.
The following year was a dark void with no escape. Emer fell in with the wrong crowd after that, an underground group that spent their time doing little else than partying, fucking and doing drugs. They either got money for all of it by committing crimes, hosting parties or getting their parents to pay for it. It was some of the best and worst years of her life. She knew she was worthless scum, but drowned such thoughts with drug abuse or sex.
It was at one of the parties her gang hosted that she first met Hector. She found him pleasant enough to interact with that they slowly grew to become friends. They lost contact for a couple of years though, and when they met again Emer had accomplished more than she’d ever planned too. She owned her own tattoo studio and was doing very well for herself compared to what her past had looked like. She was still very much a part of her old crowd at that point. Hector offered her to become a part of his motorcycle club, as she knew how to run a legal successful business and had a few criminal contacts. Emer didn’t take him seriously at first, but was eventually convinced. It would be two salaries if nothing else. She took to it surprisingly fast and easy.
Emer is technically married, even if she tries her best to ignore it. She also has a girlfriend, which she only gives a little more attention to than her wife. The two don’t actually know about each other yet, and she hopes to keep it that way. She sleeps around with random women too. She doesn’t have much time to do many tattoos personally anymore, but has hired two employers for her studio which takes care of it most days. Unfortunately, it ends up with her mostly doing the business side of things and that can get boring to say the least.
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【Skills and Abilities】
Emer’s become very adept at inflicting pain on others, and find it amusing to torture someone every once in a while. She knows her way well around blades, how to stab or slash with precision, how to fight with one, but strangely also how to skin an animal or scalp a human. She’s got an imposing presence and might put others on edge just by being around them. She’s a great tattoo artist too after years of training.
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【Equipment】
Clothing
Emer mostly wears dark T-shirts or tank tops, with leather pants and the club’s leather jacket. She doesn’t care much for dressing up or standing out more than the jacket makes her do. Some of her shirts has the names and logos of different bands, with tour dates on the back. She wears a pair of black boots on her feet.
She carries a knife set roll with her pretty much everywhere. The one she carries with her only has eight knives in it, but she does own a much larger collection.
Bike
Emer rides a custom Harley Davidson chopper. Its main colours are black and gold.
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【Opinions】
Club Direction
Emer wants the club to expand so it can make more money. She cares little for where such money would come from in the end, but certainly enjoyed the extortion she was allowed to do under Hector when any of their clients who were supposed to pay for protection didn’t want too. She isn’t all that interested in the club becoming a legal business, as she already owns one and sees the club as her hobby where she can do what she wants. Emer obviously thinks she should be the new president, but wouldn’t necessarily come out and say it directly. She would probably prefer to undermine anyone else’s claim to the title, and make herself appear the best choice that way.
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