Kay, so I still have to do the histories, but here's my two claims.
Name
Nicknames
The Original Name
Story of origin
Age
Gender
Sexual Orientation
Magic
Job/Position
Appearance
"What exactly is snow? It's not water, but it's not ice either - and it's definitely not steam. Is there like some kind of fourth kind of thing that's like snow, somewhere between being solid and liquid?"
Personality
Strengths
Weaknesses
Fears
History
Likes
Dislikes
"I don't need help to grow up! I drink milk!"
Leitmotif
Faraway - Antti Martikainen
Name
Nicknames
The Original Name
Story of origin
Age
Gender
Sexual Orientation
Magic
Job/Position
Appearance
"You got a problem? You know what you should do about that? Get over it."
Personality
Strengths
Weaknesses
Fears
"An excellent point, good sir, and one well made, but if I may present a retort go sodomise yourself with a venomous cactus!"
History
Likes
Dislikes
"Hold on, let me check my bag of fucks to give. Oh wait, it's empty..."
Leitmotif
I Burn - Casey Lee Williams
Ruby Hunter
"For you know that I myself am a labyrinth, where one easily gets lost"
-Charles Perrault
-Charles Perrault
Name
Ruby Hunter
Nicknames
Red - Her hair and signature coat
The Original Name
Red Riding Hood
Story of origin
Little Red Riding Hood
Age
16 (319)
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Whoever asks first
Magic
Nope - doesn't care for it
Job/Position
High-School Student
Part-time worker at 'Merlin's Mysteries'
Part-time worker at 'Merlin's Mysteries'
Appearance
Ruby is blessed with a very naturally pretty appearance, her big blue eyes, pale white skin and long red hair amplifying her sweet and innocent features. Despite her beauty, she is also quite simple minded and klutzy, not so much walking as bouncing and often standing with her hand to her chin, as if pondering something deep and meaningful. She is short and slender, at 5'0 and 109 lbs.
She has avoided the terrors often associated with adolescence, and has a physical appearance most girls are envious of without even trying. Which is good, because she really doesn't try. Her idea of "getting ready" involves a quick shower (soap and shampoo - none of this "Conditioner" and "Shower gel" nonsense) and throwing on the first vaguely appropriate outfit she has.
Of course, she wouldn't be Ruby Hunter unless she had her distinctive Red Hood coat. You will very rarely see her outside without it, making her a very distinctive figure on the streets of Cedar Grove.
She has avoided the terrors often associated with adolescence, and has a physical appearance most girls are envious of without even trying. Which is good, because she really doesn't try. Her idea of "getting ready" involves a quick shower (soap and shampoo - none of this "Conditioner" and "Shower gel" nonsense) and throwing on the first vaguely appropriate outfit she has.
Of course, she wouldn't be Ruby Hunter unless she had her distinctive Red Hood coat. You will very rarely see her outside without it, making her a very distinctive figure on the streets of Cedar Grove.
"What exactly is snow? It's not water, but it's not ice either - and it's definitely not steam. Is there like some kind of fourth kind of thing that's like snow, somewhere between being solid and liquid?"
Personality
In general, Ruby is cheerful and upbeat, tending to look on the bright side of things. It takes a hell of a lot to make Ruby worried, and a hell of a lot more to make her melancholy. She is very emotive and fluctuates wildly between emotions, going from crying enough water to plumb a small African village to jumping and skipping with joy in a matter of seconds. She is very slow to anger and quick to forgive and forget (mostly the forget part).
She is simple-minded and far too naive for her own good, happily following strangers into dark alleys for the promise of free candy. Despite one hair-raising encounter that had her sister lock her in the house for the next week, she has not learned her lesson at all. She also has a crushing fear of anything she thinks can eat her - Dogs and wolves get the top mention, though big cats and, oddly enough, pigs are all pretty terrifying in her opinion. She is naturally curious and will pry into things that frankly do not concern her. She is oblivious to real danger and holds
She adores sweet things, and would gorge herself on cookies and ice-cream if she wasn't for her Chloe keeping an eye on her. Despite her fear of being eaten, she loves animals that don't bite.
She is simple-minded and far too naive for her own good, happily following strangers into dark alleys for the promise of free candy. Despite one hair-raising encounter that had her sister lock her in the house for the next week, she has not learned her lesson at all. She also has a crushing fear of anything she thinks can eat her - Dogs and wolves get the top mention, though big cats and, oddly enough, pigs are all pretty terrifying in her opinion. She is naturally curious and will pry into things that frankly do not concern her. She is oblivious to real danger and holds
She adores sweet things, and would gorge herself on cookies and ice-cream if she wasn't for her Chloe keeping an eye on her. Despite her fear of being eaten, she loves animals that don't bite.
Strengths
- Optimistic
- Brave
- Modest
- Friendly
Weaknesses
- Klutzy
- Very simple-minded
- Far too trusting
- Has a very fairy-tale view of what a "bad guy" is i.e. ugly, hunched over, wears a lot of black, preferably with a handlebar mustache. If you look good, you are good, according to her.
Fears
Getting eaten, and anything that can eat her - dogs, wolves, bears, big cats, foxes, cannibals and pigs are her biggest concerns.
History
Ruby never knew her parents. Her earliest memories of Mystvale consist of waiting at home for her sister to come home, a mere child in a run-down cottage for the majority of the day. Her early life was filled with poverty and more nights than not she went to bed hungry. If she was lucky, some of the old ladies in the village would look after her whilst her sister went out "working", so it wasn't all bad. It was these old ladies who made and gave her the distinctive cloak from which she would derive her name - Little Red Riding Hood.
But she was a scrawny waif at the start of her life, and spent most of her times indoors, in a dilapidated ruin of a home. She rarely left the house as much as she wanted to, and her sister never told her what she was doing when she disappeared for most of the day.
As Red grew older, she began to help out around the house more. Her sister worked harder whilst she stayed behind to patch up their collapsing cottage, with a little help from the villagers of course. Things started going well for the pair - they lived in a fairly respectable home, were cared for by their neighbours and soon the poverty she had been entrenched in when they first moved in became a distant memory.
Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. But if you know the Story of Little Red, you'll know what happens next. She got braver and braver, and would occasionally take walks into the neighbouring villages. In order to get there, she had to pass through a dark, scary wood filled to the brim with all kinds of outlaws and monsters. But Red had no knowledge of these evils. Everyone she knew was a particularly nice person, and the bag guys in the fairy-tales were so distinct that she thought she would know if she ever came across one.
So when a certain Wolf came across her, determined to sink his claws into her, the little girl had no idea what his true intentions were. Blithely, she followed him to his cabin in the woods. He had her remove her cloak and climbed into the bed, asking her to join him. She almost complied. Fortunately for her, a huntsman from her village noticed her cloak and followed her, fearing her safety. When he saw her undress, he burst into the shack and cut the Wolf down. He took the confused and obviously upset Little Red back to the village and waited with her for her sister to come back. She was told she was almost eaten - a story she totally believes and to this day is terrified of.
Though the move to Earth scared and confused her, she has since learned how to cope with the strange, foreign culture. Though she prefers to stick by her fellow Vales, she is learning to integrate with the natives, to whom she just appears a bouncy, upbeat young ditz.
She still thinks of home, and sometimes wishes she could have her old cottage back. But she realises that may not happen - as a result, she is working hard at school so she can get her own cottage on Earth.
But she was a scrawny waif at the start of her life, and spent most of her times indoors, in a dilapidated ruin of a home. She rarely left the house as much as she wanted to, and her sister never told her what she was doing when she disappeared for most of the day.
As Red grew older, she began to help out around the house more. Her sister worked harder whilst she stayed behind to patch up their collapsing cottage, with a little help from the villagers of course. Things started going well for the pair - they lived in a fairly respectable home, were cared for by their neighbours and soon the poverty she had been entrenched in when they first moved in became a distant memory.
Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. But if you know the Story of Little Red, you'll know what happens next. She got braver and braver, and would occasionally take walks into the neighbouring villages. In order to get there, she had to pass through a dark, scary wood filled to the brim with all kinds of outlaws and monsters. But Red had no knowledge of these evils. Everyone she knew was a particularly nice person, and the bag guys in the fairy-tales were so distinct that she thought she would know if she ever came across one.
So when a certain Wolf came across her, determined to sink his claws into her, the little girl had no idea what his true intentions were. Blithely, she followed him to his cabin in the woods. He had her remove her cloak and climbed into the bed, asking her to join him. She almost complied. Fortunately for her, a huntsman from her village noticed her cloak and followed her, fearing her safety. When he saw her undress, he burst into the shack and cut the Wolf down. He took the confused and obviously upset Little Red back to the village and waited with her for her sister to come back. She was told she was almost eaten - a story she totally believes and to this day is terrified of.
Though the move to Earth scared and confused her, she has since learned how to cope with the strange, foreign culture. Though she prefers to stick by her fellow Vales, she is learning to integrate with the natives, to whom she just appears a bouncy, upbeat young ditz.
She still thinks of home, and sometimes wishes she could have her old cottage back. But she realises that may not happen - as a result, she is working hard at school so she can get her own cottage on Earth.
Likes
- Music, especially folksy-fairy type music
- Anything sweet, though cookies and ice-cream are her favourites
- The snow - something about it being all white and clear, it has a stark beauty to it
- The color red
- Gemstones - she loves even the lowliest of quartz, like amethyst and citrine, and particularly likes the more valuable and shiny stones, like rubies and emeralds
- Her sister, Chloe
Dislikes
- Any kind of deep thinking - it hurts her head
- Scary music, films or TV shows
- Violence and Confrontation
- Being looked down upon because she's small and young.
"I don't need help to grow up! I drink milk!"
Leitmotif
Faraway - Antti Martikainen
Chloe Hunter
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
- Robert Southey
- Robert Southey
Name
Chloe Hunter
Nicknames
Blondie - Three guesses why. Don't call her it to her face, though, if you value any part of you.
Goldilocks - Also with obvious etymology, she hates this even more than Blondie.
Goldilocks - Also with obvious etymology, she hates this even more than Blondie.
The Original Name
Goldilocks
Story of origin
Goldilocks and the Three Bears
Age
19 (386)
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Anyone who asks, within reason
Magic
Definitely not. She hates the stuff, and has little patience for its users.
Job/Position
University Student (Not Vale-ish)
Part-time Thief
Part-time Thief
Appearance
Chloe is an attractive young lady, standing at about 5'6 and weighing 127 lbs. She has long blonde hair and green-blue eyes, and she's pretty in a subtle way, nothing really standing out as particularly gorgeous about her. Her skin is a fair bit darker than her paler sibling. She has an athletic figure, toned through her hobby of kickboxing, making her slim but strong.
Clothing-wise, she wears light, loose clothes that are good for moving about in. She's more partial to trousers than skirts, though she will occasionally stick on a dress if it's a formal occasion or she wants to show off her frame.
Clothing-wise, she wears light, loose clothes that are good for moving about in. She's more partial to trousers than skirts, though she will occasionally stick on a dress if it's a formal occasion or she wants to show off her frame.
"You got a problem? You know what you should do about that? Get over it."
Personality
Chloe is the kind of girl who teaches you to swim by pushing you into a pond. Straightforward, confident and flippant, she doesn't really care about societal norms and prefers to do her own thing. Unlike Ruby, she is bright and well aware of the dangers that certain people bring with them. However, she still gets into risky situations simply for the thrill. She's not intimidated easily and even when the odds are stacked against her, she will smile and fight on. This goes to the point of being beyond reason, as even when a situation is hopeless she will still try to rectify it.
She is incredibly protective over her younger sister Ruby. She loves her dearly, but her ditzy and oblivious nature makes it hard for her to protect her. She is also very hot-headed, getting enraged easily and tending to lash out without thinking. Of course, it's a big mistake to piss her off - she's not like a lot of other girls and will not shy away from a proper fisticuff. She isn't very good at hiding her emotions, so if you do something wrong, she will let you know and she won't spare your feelings either.
She takes up kickboxing as a hobby. In general, she is very athletic and energetic, going on runs and walking just about everywhere. She is also far more in contact with the criminal underworld than she really should be, and does a bit of thievery on the side to support her and her sister.
She is incredibly protective over her younger sister Ruby. She loves her dearly, but her ditzy and oblivious nature makes it hard for her to protect her. She is also very hot-headed, getting enraged easily and tending to lash out without thinking. Of course, it's a big mistake to piss her off - she's not like a lot of other girls and will not shy away from a proper fisticuff. She isn't very good at hiding her emotions, so if you do something wrong, she will let you know and she won't spare your feelings either.
She takes up kickboxing as a hobby. In general, she is very athletic and energetic, going on runs and walking just about everywhere. She is also far more in contact with the criminal underworld than she really should be, and does a bit of thievery on the side to support her and her sister.
Strengths
- Headstrong
- Fearless
- Strong sense of Justice
- Bright
- Proud
- Motherly, especially towards people younger than her
- Tends to look on the bright side
Weaknesses
- Hot-headed
- Stubborn
- Can't hide her emotions
- Vain
- Protective of Ruby, and if anything were to happen to her she would shut down
- Horrifically allergic to Oats. As in, anaphylactic shock allergic.
Fears
Though she herself is pretty fearless, she lives in terror of anything happening to her sister.
"An excellent point, good sir, and one well made, but if I may present a retort go sodomise yourself with a venomous cactus!"
History
Running through the forest. Sky - pitch black. Not even the light of moon to guide them. A young girl, sprinting barefoot away from an unknown enemy. In her hands is a little bundle wrapped in a blanket. Her legs are getting cut to ribbons, but she doesn't care. All that matters is getting the hell away from the thing behind her. By now, she is certain she left it long behind, but she isn't taking any chances. She won't stop until she was certain she was safe.
Ahead, a village. The girl slowed, but did not stop. If she went into the village, they'd see her. They'd take her back. Her parent's would feign tears of joy over losing their little girl. Then, it would be back to the house, back to her scumbag father and perverted mother. That was not an option. But whatever was hunting her would surely kill her if she tarried.
There! On the outskirts of the village! A bombed-out ruin of a cottage, far away from prying eyes. More than enough to shelter the girl for the night. Desperately and silently, she darts into the building she did not know she would come to call home. Finding what looked like the old bedroom, she lay her bundle down and attempted to start a fire. She sat there all night by the fire, her baby sister in her arms. They were safe - for now.
Over the next couple of years, neither Goldilocks - for it was her - nor her nameless sister were ever discovered by the villagers. Goldi originally took the baby with her whenever she left the house, stealing food from pantries and shops in the dead of night. as the baby grew into a toddler, Goldilocks left her behind to watch over the ruin. Stories of the ruin being haunted started to spread around the village - the shuffling, the movement at night, the food mysteriously disappearing. Doors were locked and foodstuff sealed away. Goldie and her sister almost starved
Desperate, she broke into a house whilst it's occupants were out. This was early in the morning, and the family was out for a walk. She looted the pantry for anything even remotely edible. Feeling weak and tired, she lay down in the smallest bed and fell asleep.
When she woke up, it was much later into the night. She saw the three faces of the house's occupants - she was caught. But their faces were not those of angry, but concern. Who was this girl? What drove her to break into their home and sleep in their bed? Was this the spirit they had feared? They probed her for answers but got nothing. Goldie only hung her head in shame and cried.
It took a while. Several years, in fact. But eventually Goldie became a part of the village proper. She would go out with the menfolk to cut down trees or hunt or farm. She took quite well to physical labour, especially since she was now getting a regular meal in her belly. She grew strong, smart and resourceful. Looking after Red was also a task that developed her maternal instincts.
The move to Earth didn't scare her as much as excite her. She hoped to meet new people, learn of new places and wow everyone with her skills. But Earth isn't as accepting of young ladies being lumberjacks and hunters. She went back to her oldest profession - thievery - and regularly fences stolen valuables to make enough money for her and her sister to survive on. She hopes to return to Mystvale one day, but until then she is satisfied with what she has now.
Ahead, a village. The girl slowed, but did not stop. If she went into the village, they'd see her. They'd take her back. Her parent's would feign tears of joy over losing their little girl. Then, it would be back to the house, back to her scumbag father and perverted mother. That was not an option. But whatever was hunting her would surely kill her if she tarried.
There! On the outskirts of the village! A bombed-out ruin of a cottage, far away from prying eyes. More than enough to shelter the girl for the night. Desperately and silently, she darts into the building she did not know she would come to call home. Finding what looked like the old bedroom, she lay her bundle down and attempted to start a fire. She sat there all night by the fire, her baby sister in her arms. They were safe - for now.
Over the next couple of years, neither Goldilocks - for it was her - nor her nameless sister were ever discovered by the villagers. Goldi originally took the baby with her whenever she left the house, stealing food from pantries and shops in the dead of night. as the baby grew into a toddler, Goldilocks left her behind to watch over the ruin. Stories of the ruin being haunted started to spread around the village - the shuffling, the movement at night, the food mysteriously disappearing. Doors were locked and foodstuff sealed away. Goldie and her sister almost starved
Desperate, she broke into a house whilst it's occupants were out. This was early in the morning, and the family was out for a walk. She looted the pantry for anything even remotely edible. Feeling weak and tired, she lay down in the smallest bed and fell asleep.
When she woke up, it was much later into the night. She saw the three faces of the house's occupants - she was caught. But their faces were not those of angry, but concern. Who was this girl? What drove her to break into their home and sleep in their bed? Was this the spirit they had feared? They probed her for answers but got nothing. Goldie only hung her head in shame and cried.
It took a while. Several years, in fact. But eventually Goldie became a part of the village proper. She would go out with the menfolk to cut down trees or hunt or farm. She took quite well to physical labour, especially since she was now getting a regular meal in her belly. She grew strong, smart and resourceful. Looking after Red was also a task that developed her maternal instincts.
The move to Earth didn't scare her as much as excite her. She hoped to meet new people, learn of new places and wow everyone with her skills. But Earth isn't as accepting of young ladies being lumberjacks and hunters. She went back to her oldest profession - thievery - and regularly fences stolen valuables to make enough money for her and her sister to survive on. She hopes to return to Mystvale one day, but until then she is satisfied with what she has now.
Likes
- Ruby
- Getting work done
- Anything that gets her blood pumping
- Scary movies
- Puns
Dislikes
- Being bored
- People messing with Ruby
- Cowardice
- Laziness
- Essix
"Hold on, let me check my bag of fucks to give. Oh wait, it's empty..."
Leitmotif
I Burn - Casey Lee Williams
