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" If you're trying to mock me, try harder."
Name
Marcella Lee Chaney
Nicknames
Archie, what friends commonly call her. A merging of her first and last name. The M was left out but it would sometimes slip and turn into Marchie, w/c she doesn't really mind at all.
Mars/Marcy her other lesser known/rarely used nickname.
Bitch what her haters, usually the subject of her articles, and butthurt morons would call her.
Mars/Marcy her other lesser known/rarely used nickname.
Bitch what her haters, usually the subject of her articles, and butthurt morons would call her.
Age
24
Gender
Trans-Female
Sexual Orientation
Gay, bicurious
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Archie towers a good 5'11, with just a few more millimeters to 6 flat. Her physique is skinny to average, her shoulders evidently broader. Regular morning jogs and squats contributed to her hourglass body shape. She has strong features, a defined jawline and cheekbones that she got from the European side of the family. The other side, a mix of Asian and Hispanic descent, gave her a fierce set of dark-green almond shaped eyes. Her hair, reddish brown with strands of highlights, reaches a little bit longer than shoulder length which she would often tie into a pony or bun.
Clothing Style:
Archie likes to experiment with fashion. Growing up, she tried a variety of looks, from punk to chonga chic, manic pixie and hip hop. Eventually, she settled with the simple, professional look of elegance,a dramatic transformation from Sid Vicious to Sandie Shaw overnight. Her usual get up consists of a buttoned down shirt or blouse, or casual dresses. She would sometimes wear vests, sweaters or blazers over her shirts, paired with either skinny jeans, slacks or pencil skirts, and a pair of oxfords. She avoid heels as much as possible, but admits to an "odd feeling of empowerment." whenever she wears it, taking some pride while she hovers above her lesser men. She does light, natural make up, but would more than rely on creams and moisturizers rather than caking her face.
Delving Deeper
Quirks/Oddities/Habits
- Twirling her pen between her fingers when deep in thought
- Coffee addict (only to kill terrible hangovers)
- Would sometimes unknowingly speak her thoughts
- Curses like a sailor
- Drinks like a sailor
Likes
- Going to work/ Studying
- Pubs
- Gossips/ A good drinking story
- Reading e.g Twain, Hemingway, Joyce
- Taking candid photographs of random people
- Running/Jogs
- Investigative Journalism
- Realists
- Bluntness
Dislikes
- Lies / Dishonesty(she can easily tell)
- Losing track of something in the middle of an investigation
- Discrimination
- Politicians
- Soggy chips
- Candy coating
Fears:
- Betrayal
- Hurting people she loves
- Rejection
Personality:
♦ Intrepid ♦ Upright ♦ Foolhardy ♦ Insecure♦
An angelic poet with a razor sharp tongue, is what best describe Archie if one would get to know her a night over drinks, with you being the one to pay for the tab of course. She's a hands on, straight to the point individual who has no time for any type of candy coated bullshits. She refuses to sugarcoat the ugliness of reality specially in her line of work and would rather be hated because of it than giving the audience false hope. She'd rather endure the hurt specially when it's hurting those people she care for, believing that what she fights for is for the greater good no matter how fuck up it might seem on the outside. Because of this, others would dismiss her attitude as pure insolence, abrasiveness, sometimes without even realizing it herself how far she's going. It is no surprise that plenty hate her guts, but with every handful of "friends" who turned their back on her, there's always a few who's worth more than every single one of those worthless idiots.
Despite what people think of her, Archie is a truly nice person, that people in her professional setting would find it hard to believe. She's not too quick to judge, and prefers to hear both sides and factors before coming to conclusions. A loyal, compassionate and fun loving friend is one of the many unseen traits of the fiery reporter. Between work and school schedules, she'd make time to have fun, her favorites being in pubs or coffee shops. Romance isnt really a subject of interest for her, although she had tried and enjoyed it once or twice before she found out how a complete klutz she is with it.
As strong and intense as she is, Archie secretly has insecurities. Sure, she can carry herself up no matter how many times she landed face flat, although she's good at not showing it, Archie easily breaks like sugar glass. It doesn't help that she has a drinking habit, w/c makes things ten times more worst when confronting her problems. And growing up in a family who didnt accept her contributed to a great deal with her depression. Still she kept going with a straight face, unfazed and collected, only but a facade to the fragile and broken person that she truly is.
Despite what people think of her, Archie is a truly nice person, that people in her professional setting would find it hard to believe. She's not too quick to judge, and prefers to hear both sides and factors before coming to conclusions. A loyal, compassionate and fun loving friend is one of the many unseen traits of the fiery reporter. Between work and school schedules, she'd make time to have fun, her favorites being in pubs or coffee shops. Romance isnt really a subject of interest for her, although she had tried and enjoyed it once or twice before she found out how a complete klutz she is with it.
As strong and intense as she is, Archie secretly has insecurities. Sure, she can carry herself up no matter how many times she landed face flat, although she's good at not showing it, Archie easily breaks like sugar glass. It doesn't help that she has a drinking habit, w/c makes things ten times more worst when confronting her problems. And growing up in a family who didnt accept her contributed to a great deal with her depression. Still she kept going with a straight face, unfazed and collected, only but a facade to the fragile and broken person that she truly is.
History
Archie was born Samuel Lee Chaney to a politician and a law professor. Her childhood friends distinctly remembered her as that pale ginger-haired boy with a back brace due to his scoliosis, who doesnt really say much at first meeting, but would overwhelm you with stories once given the chance, a boy brimming with brightness showing in his intelligent eyes. The Chaneys are a close knit family, with two children; an older daughter and a youngest son in a privilaged upper middle class catholic household. When he first came out, his parents was uncaring of the young boy's sudden revelation. It was hardly a surprise since they previously taken some hints with their son's fascination of everything feminine. In their own accord they would provide him with everything he needed to "re-adjust" as if providing all things boyish will "make him come to his senses" when he turns of age. Eventually Samuel concealed everything for his parents sake, a sacrifice that made him weary and problematic in the long run. It made him anxious, as if there was something amiss, an overbearing heartache he couldn't even comprehend. But he later came out to some of his close friends, who genuinely showed support and it helped him take little steps in getting a close grasp of his wish.
As a young teen, he led a vivacious, troublesome lifestyle produced mostly by his mundane reality, constantly ditching class and running away from home, only to be dropped off by a police cruiser in the middle of the night. Once he stole his parents credit card to get himself fake ids and stay at a bar two nights straight with his friends, the next day he was caught drunk, robbing and vandalizing the pastor's house just a couple of blocks from theirs. His parents, ashamed and extremely disappointed, took him to counseling w/c indeed helped the 16 year old. Regular sessions made him more comfortably open to his psychologist, who always gave a ready ear to listen. It made him feel accepted, the talks gave him the strength to pursue his transitioning and once again he opened it up to his parents during a session with his doctor. Although it was hard to make them understand, his father stoic since the whole exchange and his mother, who had freaked out but sooner tries to understand, finally made an agreement for the sake of their son's well being.
Samuel, was now called Marcella during her transition and after her operation w/c her parents not so wholeheartedly payed for. Ever since, they were now completely unreachable, with only her sister, Holly, welcomed the young woman with opened arms. Since then her life took a positive turn, as she gained support from her newfound friends at the lgbt community and found the willingness to return her dedication to studying in the hope of winning back her parents . After graduating highschool with high honors, she gained a scholarship in college and took up journalism. College was everything she had hoped for, new friends, new sights, a myriad of choices in a vast sea of possibilities. Between her studies she applied a part time job at the university paper. Recently she's investigating the sudden boom in student loans and suspicious issues surrounding the heads of the university. Aside from that, she does the usual raw yet semi satirical articles in the uni papers.
As a young teen, he led a vivacious, troublesome lifestyle produced mostly by his mundane reality, constantly ditching class and running away from home, only to be dropped off by a police cruiser in the middle of the night. Once he stole his parents credit card to get himself fake ids and stay at a bar two nights straight with his friends, the next day he was caught drunk, robbing and vandalizing the pastor's house just a couple of blocks from theirs. His parents, ashamed and extremely disappointed, took him to counseling w/c indeed helped the 16 year old. Regular sessions made him more comfortably open to his psychologist, who always gave a ready ear to listen. It made him feel accepted, the talks gave him the strength to pursue his transitioning and once again he opened it up to his parents during a session with his doctor. Although it was hard to make them understand, his father stoic since the whole exchange and his mother, who had freaked out but sooner tries to understand, finally made an agreement for the sake of their son's well being.
Samuel, was now called Marcella during her transition and after her operation w/c her parents not so wholeheartedly payed for. Ever since, they were now completely unreachable, with only her sister, Holly, welcomed the young woman with opened arms. Since then her life took a positive turn, as she gained support from her newfound friends at the lgbt community and found the willingness to return her dedication to studying in the hope of winning back her parents . After graduating highschool with high honors, she gained a scholarship in college and took up journalism. College was everything she had hoped for, new friends, new sights, a myriad of choices in a vast sea of possibilities. Between her studies she applied a part time job at the university paper. Recently she's investigating the sudden boom in student loans and suspicious issues surrounding the heads of the university. Aside from that, she does the usual raw yet semi satirical articles in the uni papers.
Extra:
School Information
Major: BA Journalism
Classes
- -Media Ethics
-Media Law
-Broadcast News and Production Management
-Foreign Languages (minor)
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"Put on your bulletproof g-strings kids, cuz DJ BoomKitty's ready to shoot ya'll some midnight beats." - DJ BoomKitty
The Basics
Name
Dorothy Anne Stubbs Goldhirsch
Age
27
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bi
Job
Law student, graduating. Evening Radio Dj.
"The guy I was hooking up last night? Never been glad to be sober in my entire life."
Digging Deep
In-Depth Appearance
Dorothy stands at 5'5 with a fairly average physique. Although she sometimes put some effort in staying fit whenever she has the time, from doing funky dance workout routines in the privacy of her own apartment or doing sit ups in the backseat of her car. Her brunette hair reaches to shoulder length, either she'd tie it up or use a headband. Though growing up, people came to admire her classic beauty, specially her big round hazel eyes that never fails to grab attention despite showing stress. Her fashion varies from casual to professional but most of the time she is more comfortable wearing smart casual with a bit of ragged touch.
Habits and Quirks
- Nail biting
- Raising her brow whenever she's confused
- Helplessly snorts whenever she's laughing
Likes
- Booze
- Hooking up with hot people
- 90's slow jams
- Joy rides
- Broadway musicals
Dislikes
- cats
- doing the same boring routine everyday
- politics
Biggest Fear
Dorothy's biggest fear is losing her worth to everyone she cares for. Over a cigarette and a glass of bourbon on a lonely evening, she would imagine herself slowly drifting into madness, being thrown and locked away forever, alone and useless. She also has a fear of the ocean.
Personality
Dorothy is best described as a "insane, offensive, freaking Rambo." It's because of her straightforward and blunt attitude that people love to hate her for, but equally, plenty appreciate her pragmatism and realness as a person. With her social personality she's good with people, although she'd tolerate some people that would off her. But she will not hesitate to switch on her batshit mode whenever it calls for. A "heavy-duty" woman, she has no problem drinking an Irish sailor under the table (a talent she got from her father), nor kicking life in the nuts despite all the shit it throws at her. Although she never shows her compassion outwardly, Dorothy has genuine care for people close to her. Cold on the exterior, she is instinctively empathetic of people, and be willing to lend a shoulder to cry on. And if things go bad for her friends, she'd be the protective alcoholic mom you never thought you need. Despite all, she is emotionally vulnerable, her pride trying to hide the tears even if people around her obviously see it.
"Let me scratch that for you, hun. "
Origins
Background
Dorothy Anne Goldhirsch is the eldest child of 4 children of a Math teacher and a househusband. Growing up in a working class suburban household, Doris pretty much had a normal childhood. An energetic and wild child, she got herself into more than a fistfight and a 2 day suspension with her rough attitude and smart-ass mouth. At a young age Doris had always dreamed of becoming a singer or actor ever since she got into a Shakespeare play in school. She'd go on auditions in school plays and enthusiastically participate in local theater programs. When she turned 12, her parents had entrusted her with household authority and responsibilities over her siblings, who were only 8, 6 and 3 at that time. Whenever they're away (or whenever her dad comes home too late and too drunk from the bar) she'd take care of them at times where they couldn't afford to hire a baby sitter. Her parents would frequently argue due to financial problems among other things, but she got used to the noise and even go between their arguments to drop a "give it a rest, you two.". However, it never went into anything serious or violent to the point that they'd despise each other or ruin their family. Despite the constant arguing and rowdiness in their small abode, they're a close knit dysfunctional family and would stick together no matter what.
When she was about to enroll in a theater school, her mother died of cancer. She had to drop her studies work part time in various odd jobs from being a dishwasher, a door to door salesman, even tried being a clown at a children's party. Her dad tried to help out but was too old and mourning for the loss of his wife. He got himself more drunk than ever, where he'd leave the house the moment he wakes up in the afternoon and Dorothy would drag him passed out on the side walk at night. She still loves her dad, however, and would willing to give up a lot just for her family. Years later, Dorothy got a job as a radio DJ when one of her friends recommended her to a radio guy, and chose the name DJ BoomKitty (she initially got from a drunken dare) w/c had become popular among radio listeners. At this point exactly a few years since her mother's death, her dad had promised to change and to moderate his drinking (only if her daughter would join him on game nights. W/c is, almost every day.) and happily help out by doing repair jobs for a living. After a talk with her dad about "making a nice life for herself in the big city", she agreed to leave and pursue her studies. Though in her heart she wanted to pursue theatre, she thought of what's practical and what she thought will provide her in the long run, she dropped her dream and stuck to taking up a pre law degree(what her mom always wanted for her) whilst part timing as DJ BoomKitty.
When she was about to enroll in a theater school, her mother died of cancer. She had to drop her studies work part time in various odd jobs from being a dishwasher, a door to door salesman, even tried being a clown at a children's party. Her dad tried to help out but was too old and mourning for the loss of his wife. He got himself more drunk than ever, where he'd leave the house the moment he wakes up in the afternoon and Dorothy would drag him passed out on the side walk at night. She still loves her dad, however, and would willing to give up a lot just for her family. Years later, Dorothy got a job as a radio DJ when one of her friends recommended her to a radio guy, and chose the name DJ BoomKitty (she initially got from a drunken dare) w/c had become popular among radio listeners. At this point exactly a few years since her mother's death, her dad had promised to change and to moderate his drinking (only if her daughter would join him on game nights. W/c is, almost every day.) and happily help out by doing repair jobs for a living. After a talk with her dad about "making a nice life for herself in the big city", she agreed to leave and pursue her studies. Though in her heart she wanted to pursue theatre, she thought of what's practical and what she thought will provide her in the long run, she dropped her dream and stuck to taking up a pre law degree(what her mom always wanted for her) whilst part timing as DJ BoomKitty.
Relationship Information
Relationship Status: Single
Partner: --
Father: Herman Goldhirsch
Mother: Catherine Goldhirsch
Siblings: Alphonse, Elaine, Michael Goldhirsch
Pet/s: --
Other: --
Doris thought that God was feeling generous when he made Alex. She could not honestly grasp just how nice this kid is, but he sure knows how to dress to kill. Add to his teen dream looks that equals his charming personality, he's a real sweetheart and Doris just cannot find a reason to hate him even if she tried.
For obvious reasons, Doris kind of connects with Abby, like kindred spirits if you will. She see's her own younger self in the girl, the somewhat similar outlook on people, the same shove it attitude, and even admires her driving spirit where at times Doris sees herself fail at. As much as Doris admire those qualities, she just couldnt handle that rebel phase, w/c is the irony of it.
Doris knew Cass as that one hipster bartender from the vibe. Either she's too tired or too drunk to even remember, they may have had a conversation or two about her radio show. She talks a lot, w/c isnt exactly what Doris came for at Vibe after a long stressful day at work. She knows Cass means well, and usually pipes down after like, 15 minutes.
Jack is the more useful and less expensive version of Lewis. He's awfully nice that when Doris asked him to fix something, he politely declined getting compensated. LIke really, she's thankful that this little grace from God was dropped on her doorstep in her time of need, but at the same time worries that his kindness will get him nowhere and one day just be taken for granted.
Kim is that mysterious soul who every once in awhile, just slides in and out of the vibe. Probably because of the whole ID thing with Cass, or her awfully cheery vibe, Doris remembers that issue got a little awkward. They talked briefly, though it was one of those times that she wasn't in her best image. She does get a little gnarly when the booze kicks in.
The other, more peaceful, eyecandy bartender. Doris, being a regular at the vibe, often sees Quinn there and have had a few stories and drinks to share, or occasionally, they'd go up for dares. In her drunken state, Doris may have said things to Quinn that she shouldn't have, which the following day in the apartments made her not look properly in the eyes.
Max awfully reminds Doris of her younger brother. Though, he cracks a lot of jokes even if she's not into his humor, least he's there to keep the room a little less broody specially when she's around. Whenever they pass each other at the apartment Max would cheerfully greet Doris with a high five, and instead give him a gentle poke on the forehead like she usually does to her baby bro.
Doris cant decide if she wants to smack the guy or make out with him or both. Nathan is a huge goofball and Doris just cannot take him seriously. At times she'd find herself smiling at his ridiculous joking and deep inside she hates to admit that. But she simply just cant help it. He isnt exactly Henry Cavill but his warm personality makes him oddly charming. She heard that his apartment is an animal boarding house, she's not really a fan but she thinks it's cute nonetheless.
Doris may have made a pass at Clarence the first time they met w/c the moment she realized, she nervously dropped it and they never spoke of it again. She cant really blame herself, the guy's a looker. Still, they're friendly with each other and would get into a few conversations here and there about work or life in general.
Lewis is like, Doris's personal bellboy, a pricey, sometime whiney one. Whenever Doris doesnt have the time to do basic errands due to long hours on her studies and work, he'd call up Lewis who is more than happy to comply her requests, for the right price that is. They have a passive agressive, brother-sister relationship going on to the point that Doris have come to care for him.
Doris, while in her usual non sober self, first met Rucks as the eager young art student who came asking for a critic in his work. Although Doris was no artist herself, she may have pushed the guy a little over the edge with her blunt criticism. After that issue, Rucks tried to avoid her at all cost, whenever she catches a glance of him he'd usually go the opposite direction. She swears, one day that kid has to grow a pair and take an honest judgement. If that day comes, Doris would be the first person to give him a good pat in the back.
Theme Song
Extra
Dorothy's spirit animal: Bear.
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Gerard Connolly
Character Summary
Name: Gerard Beicheart Connolly
Social Class: Lower Middle Class
Age: 28
Birthday: August 13, 1794 (Starting day of the RP is March 21st, 1823)
Nationality: Irish
Birth Place: Cork, Ireland
Residence: Bedforshire, England
Gender: Male
Education: Self taught
Income Source: (Occupation, titled, investments, inheritance, allowance, etc.) Rancher, £30 annually.
Native Language: English, Gaelic
Appearance
Height: 5'9
Weight: 170 lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Pale blue, Sleepy
Hair: Blonde, straight, short
Skin Tone: Rosy, Sun Kissed
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A vertical slash scar on his right forearm. Connolly family crest tattooed on his right arm. Bite mark on his left calf from a wolf attack many years ago.
Personal Style: Gerard wears simple laborer's clothing, since he earns little to even afford wearing anything fancy. Instead he wears a blue buttoned up shirt, black or white trousers with suspenders, a pair of leather boots and a gray, worn out coat. At times he prefers to just roll up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, donning a rancher hat to shade himself from the sun.
Psychology
Responsible * Reserved * Humble * Gloomy * Passionate * Indulgent
Sexuality: Bisexual (unaware and wouldn't care)
Relationship Status: Widowed
Personality: Among the four notoriously rowdy Connolly brothers, Gerard has always been the odd one out. The Irish are said to be the toughest fighters and hard drinkers of the whole of Britannia. His family proud of the Connolly clan's fiery reputation continued by the brothers, yet little of those qualities would generally describe Gerard as a person. At a very young age he learned to work hard to earn money together with his brothers even if it means breaking a few rules, just to put a proper meal on the dinner table.
He mostly keeps to himself, growing up as a shy and awkward lad had made him a subject to his brothers constant teasing. He may be slow to trust but once he does he never hesitates to show his warmer and goofier side, both traits that he rarely shows to anyone. He adores music, and would spend his time alone playing the Bouzouki. They say he got his mother's angelic voice and used to sing with his brothers to pass time while sharing a couple of drinks.
Gerard is a hard worker, even though his skills with the blade would get him a much better earning job, he learns to be happy with what he already has. He could have been a mercenary or gone back to piracy but would rather keep himself away to a life of violence, as he thinks he already had enough of those in one lifetime. Years ago he just turned his life around, he got tired of his old one which has now left him with regrets. The remainder of his former mistakes has left him dim and jaded and nowadays he somehow makes up for it by doing some honest living.
Habits: -Whistles a distinctive tune, an old Irish drinking song
-Muttering his own thoughts
-Wouldn't make direct eye contact when speaking to someone
Hobbies:
-Learning to read with Milli
-Singing and playing the Bouzouki when taking a break from work.
-Sailing
Fears:
- Have to be forced to do something forbidden by the law
- Killing innocents
- Not be able to save people he cares
Likes:
- Animals
- The Countryside
- Books
- Children
- A good drink
- The sea
Dislikes:
- People who take advantage of the poor
- Bad migraine (from drinking way too hard)
- Violence, unless it's necessary
- Living alone/Loneliness
- Staying way too long in one place
- Unnecessary killing
Cards On The Table
General Skills:
- Country Knowledge(England)
- Culture Knowledge(Irish/Gaelic)
- Carriage Driving
- Horseback Riding
- Dueling
- Swimming
- Instrument (Bouzouki)
- Singing
- Breaking and Entering
- Cooking
- Masonry
- Sculpture
Trained Skills:
- Language - Gaelic -Local Language Of Ireland (Required Skill - Includes reading and writing in traditional Celtic Runes)
- Suairt - Traditional Celtic Boxing
- Duinn - Fighting using long swords and round shields
- Maolain - Calling of a mist for cover; usually used when trying to escape a hoard that is too large to fight
- Lorcain - Unearthing ancient Celtic sacred sites and reactivating them as a holy field that is protected against Cargast
- Riada - Banshee like scream that can stun the Soulless for a few moments; area effect
What Is On Your Person:
- Clothing - Blue buttoned up shirt, black pants with suspenders, gray worn out coat, pair of leather boots, straw hat, locket with a picture of his late wife.
- Longsword strapped on his back
- Coin pouch, containing a few changes
- A copy of The Life and Adventures of Robinson Crusoe in his inner coat pocket
- Whittling knife
- Wooden statuette of a deer
- Handkerchief
- Canteen
Residence:
- Another few sets of clothing
- Family tartan Kilt, kept neatly in his drawers
- The family round shield, engraved with the family crest
- Farming tools
- Herding tools
- Three more books piled on his table, next to a candle lamp.
- Bouzouki
- Flute
- Wendy, German Shepherd
History
Family History:
The Connolly clan goes way back to the Viking era, a name known as one of the fiercest warriors in Ireland and close descendants to the Gaelic warriors who practiced the mystic arts. The name holds respect and even fear in the past years, as it was prominently carried on by the notorious Connolly brothers. Four sons to a retired sailor father and a stay at home mother, Gerard was the youngest among them.
His family didn't make much coin which got the brothers to do all kinds of crazy, even unlawful schemes just to get by. They had a lot of run ins with the law, and more than once got themselves locked up because of it. At some point, the brothers got into piracy, convinced by someone who was hiring new men for "The Velvet Rose", at a dingy tavern one night. Gerard was barely 18 when he got his first real taste of adventure. The life of piracy got to him, he never thought of a life that was better than raiding British cargo ships. Gerard and his brothers didn't care for consequences as long as they bring something of real worth to their parents back home.
Your personal life: Minimal of 3 detailed paragraphs about your characters life up until this point.
Gerard was born in Cork, Ireland to a lower class family. Their family was brought up by a close knit clan of warriors dating back to the Vikings. It was traditional for the clan to train children in the arts at a very young age. Their family barely earned enough when Little Gerry was growing up in the city, that at 12 he indulged himself to a life of petty thievery with his three older brothers. They do break ins, pick pocketing and even mugging. He barely understood the line of morality as it was a common thing for the poorest to do such things for a living. When he turned 18, his brothers were recruited into piracy, the only life they had for the next three years.
One morning, in broad daylight, they were intercepted and bombarded by a Ship of the Line, for the first time fear struck the young man as he ducked for cover under a pile of rubble. He saw men, some he would even call as his friends, would get thrown into the air and into the sea at impact, some are blown into smithereens right before his very eyes. They escaped, barely got out of the bombardment alive for the price of bloodshed including two of his brothers. His eldest brother, Aldous, who now ascended as the new captain after the former died in the attack, was blinded by vengeance and had sworn to take the fight back to the British army even if they all die trying. Gerard objected at any more pointless deaths even if surrendering means saving the only family he has left. Because of their apparent disagreement on the following months since the events, the relationship between them turned sour. Gerard would openly voice out his concerns on Aldous drastic decisions and warped judgments only to be fall into deaf ears. His brothers deaths has greatly affected him the most. He had failed to watch over them as he had promised his mother.
While they were looking for supplies mainland one evening, Gerard was ambushed by the military and taken into custody, only to be offered a deal if they surrendered peacefully in exchange of saving him and his brother from death. It took a long while for him to be convinced but Gerard eventually agreed, betraying his brother and pointed them to the location of the Velvet Rose with her new captain. They killed off the rest of the men except for Alduous. Once he was captured with Gerard's now reluctant participation, his brother cursed him. The last thing he heard from his brother while in tears was a spiteful wish of him being dead. Gerard couldn't look at him directly out of shame and sorry, as this was the only way he knew how to save both of them. Holding their end of the bargain, the officials assured his brother will be kept alive, living in a life of servitude in the colonies to make up for his crimes and as for Gerard himself, they had agreed to let him slip out for helping them resolve a three year case, with the condition of never turning back from his old life. For years, he wondered if what he did was actually worth losing over the trust of his remaining family.
A few years later he got himself to work as a laborer in Hampshire, where he met his feisty wife Marianne at a tavern while she served him a drink. He instantly fell in love and for the first time in a while Gerard was happy. They both got married and lived a quiet life in the countryside. His happiness was short lived once again when his pregnant wife died of childbirth with their stillborn daughter. The next morning, Gerard left Hampshire. He didn't want to stay any longer and be reminded everyday of the most precious things that he lost. He moved from city to city, temporarily working to indulge his drinking habit. At the age of 25 he was offered a job to work for Benedict Wyndham, a Gentry spice merchant as a rancher for three years now, taking care of their horses, or as the family's coach driver. At times even assisting him on seafaring businesses. He thought this was what he needed, to start anew and actually do something good for a change.
What you want for your life: Gerard has lived alone for a long time and although he never thought much about it, he yearns for companionship. He wishes the war with the Soulless will once day conceive peace in the end. He also dreamed of opening an inn someday, a place he could call his own, providing a safe haven for travelers who came across the countryside. He wished for a quiet and stable life there, spending his remaining days reading books, or playing the Bouzouki by the porch with Wendy.
Extras
Character Quote(s): "There's no point in staying on the ground. Get yourself up, and walk it off like a man."
"Sometimes a comforting tune would make things little bit better."
"I'd delve through hell itself if it means finding a way to stop this madness."
Theme Song:
Anything Else: - Cargast
- Doris the alcoholic momma bear
- Sometimes he whittles wooden animals for the farm children
- Is actually a really good singer
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The Notebook
Gerard Connolly
"What I wouldn't give for my family."
║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║
║ ❦ Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║
❦/☯ Angus Connolly ❦/☯
"Da's always been a stoic man. Never one for encouraging words or affection. Still I respect him."
"Da's always been a stoic man. Never one for encouraging words or affection. Still I respect him."
Growing up Gerard sees Anguus as the authoritarian, who all throughout his childhood life disciplined him and his brothers with an iron hand. As the years gone by he grew calmer, and almost uncaring brought by the weariness of old age. He never was close to his own sons, and Gerard always felt him distant. Aldous, his eldest brother would argue with him constantly, the reason mainly was that Angus felt he was losing respect and authority of the household to his eldest. But Angus saw Gerard differently, "the odd one out" he would say, as he never cared to argue with him unlike his brothers. Though they were never close, Gerard still holds a level of respect for Angus albeit nothing more than just being his father.
❦/❤ Sioban Connolly ❦/❤
"Ma's a tough old gal. Despite that she was the light of our home."
"Ma's a tough old gal. Despite that she was the light of our home."
Sioban loves her sons equally but Gerard was much more closer to his mother, a fierce battle maiden at war and a loving mother at home. His brothers had agreed to never mention their unlawful living whenever she asks them about it, as the reality of it will truly break her heart. Aside from teaching her son the ways of the sword, Sioban and Gerard shared a love for music and all the time would spend the afternoons together teaching her son how to play the Bouzouki.
After what had happened to her brothers, Gerard is hesitant to come home and be the one to tell her the news, afraid that the truth would leave her broken. He'd rather spare her that, despite his own guilt pushing him to do otherwise. He sends her gifts such as flowers, and a deer statuette that he whittles during his free time every month's end, just to let her know that he's doing alright.
❦/❤/☣ Aldous Connolly ❦/❤/☣
" The man I wished I was."
" The man I wished I was."
Being the eldest Aldous was the pack leader. Both brothers we're very close, Gerard learned everything he knew on the streets with Aldous encouragement and guidance. With Kieran and Peter being the one to constantly tease their youngest brother, Alduous was the more serious type and though he would sometimes get in on the jokes, Gerard never really minded as it has always been an affectionate gesture between the brothers. Gerard highly respects him, and sees him as a father figure more than his own father.
During the dawn of The Velvet Rose, things ended badly between them. And even though he knew it was the right thing to do, his regret clings on to him for betraying his family. And knowing his brother, he holds on to grudges till death. At times he wondered, and wished that he could have done things better for them.
❦/❤ Kieran Connolly ❦/❤
"Always had something to laugh about."
"Always had something to laugh about."
Kieran was the family's resident clown. He always had a knack to make the most depressing situations funny no matter how inappropriate it would get. The man was a walking dictionary of snarky comebacks and green jokes. Despite him mostly falling victim to his inane teasing Kieran cares deeply for his youngest brother and both of them do get along well. Kieran, together with Peter, died during the attack on the Velvet Rose almost a decade ago.
❦/❤/❅ BFF Peter Connolly ❦/❤/❅ BFF
"Blink and you'll miss him."
"Blink and you'll miss him."
Gerard always admired Peter for his deftly skills, he could pickpocket a miser in broad daylight without problems. Peter being the closest in age, Gerard got along with him the most than his other brothers as both of them spent most of their boyhood together. They share everything, secrets or personal things (which Peter often times loathed that he has to share stuff with his brother). Many years ago a gang of boys once rounded Gerard in the alleyways, although outnumbered Peter came rushing in and both brothers fought them off. Defeated in the end and the gang gotten tired of beating them, both brothers walked and laughed it off. Bloodied and bruised, arms over each other. Together with his brother Kieran, Peter was the other one who died on the attack of the Velvet Rose a decade ago.
❦/♡/❤ Marianne Gibson-Connolly ❦/♡/❤
"If only I could hold her in my arms one last time."
"If only I could hold her in my arms one last time."
Gerard was very much head over heels with his wife, ever since the day he laid eyes on her and cheekily won his heart. Marianne was then working as a tavern girl when Gerard was deep in his vice. Everyday that he's there she would always make time to sit down and converse with him, just keeping him company that eventually turned into something. Gerard always thought she was the reason to completely turn his life around. They were married for four years till her death at childbirth.
✿Millicent Wyndham ✿
"My life is indebted to her. I will follow her through the fiery depths of hell itself."
"My life is indebted to her. I will follow her through the fiery depths of hell itself."
Milli and Gerard share a close friendship. She is fairly kind to him since he started working at the manor, and though at first he was rather quiet around her he soon grew attached to the young lady. He does very well to keep his past from Milli as he doesn't like to talk about such things, in fear of losing her trust and friendship. Gerard appreciates her company, whether she's at the stables to check on Artemus or to just sit down and talk, or read books together. Since then he vows to watch over and serve her and her family whatever ever it takes, even if his own life is on bargain.
☯ Virginia Crypt ☯
"The lass sometimes scares me."
"The lass sometimes scares me."
Gerard, at the very least, thinks Virginia as an odd lady. He could see that she's good friends with Millie, and would sometimes see her around. They rarely talk and if she did, she disclosed a lot of alarmingly accurate facts about him that disturbed him greatly, as he never talked about those facts to anyone. He got around to making her spit swear(the Connolly brothers, it was the highest form of honoring a promise) to never tell anyone, specially Milli about it.
☯ Fryor Gallant Kildragon ☯
"He bore his father's face."
"He bore his father's face."
Gerard once saw Fryor when Lady Elizabeth had him set up with one of her daughters one evening. He never met him personally but his face minus the scar, had reminded him of someone he knew long ago. This only confirms it when he heard the name 'Kildragon', the same name of the man who talked him into betraying his brother, ever since the tragedy he had harbored resentment towards his father.
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Member
Seen
4 yrs ago
Gertrude Maillard
Name:
Gertrude Louise Maillard
Nickname:
Gert, Louise
Age:
28
Place of Origin:
Boston
Relationship Status:
Married
Occupation:
Model/Actor
Biography:
Gertrude was an only child to two of Hollywood's most renowned power lawyers. In the first few years of her childhood her family settled in Boston, and by the age of 12 they moved to California.
Gertrude was never intended to be raised in the acting scene, as her parents wanted her to pursue a Career in Law. Much to their disappointment, Gertrude indulged herself in acting, visiting local theatrical plays and involving herself in the schools theater clubs. She showed great talent that her parents eventually found to appreciate. Her pragmatic personality, cool headedness and self confidence on stage was exceptionally fitting to the career she wishes to take. One of her mother's close friends who works at showbiz, hooked her daughter up to a talent scout looking for new leads for a presumably hit tv show.
Gertrude easily got the part of the rebellious teenager, Trish Palmer, which the director even thought the likeness of the actor and her character's personalities was rather brilliant. She aced every part of it, making the audience fall in love, and at most hate the snarky character which to Gertrude was a great success in her part as an actor. She balanced both her acting career and studies, by the end of the second season she had graduated from highschool.
After the show's cancellation, Gertrude went on to pursue her acting career outside of Hollywood. She studied film in Europe and got into the Indie industry, even did some part time modelling in her time to pay for college bills. Years later she married renowned french director, Marcus Leroy. The marriage started off as great but as years had gone by it slowly deteriorated, as expected of relationships that blossomed in the industry. Both of them had various affairs outside of marriage, and both had never cared of the other's business.
Gertrude grew bored of her life, with nothing but a smoke and a glass of brandy for company, secluding herself in her lavish flat she means to claim from her husband once she files a divorce in the upcoming months. One evening she got a call from her ex managers back in LA for the revival of Edenridge. It took a little convincing for Gert to finally accept the offer, thinking a change of environment will be a breath of fresh air from her current stress. And the next morning she flew from Paris back to LA.
Trish Palmer
Name: Trisha Palmer
Nickname: Trish
Age: 18( First three seasons); 28
Place of Origin: California
Relationship Status:TBD
Occupation: Video store clerk; Photographer
Biography: The character of Trish Palmer was written as a snarky, free spirited, rebellious teenager who was raised in a strict catholic household. She was considered as the resident punk girl in Edenridge High, and would get into all sorts of mischief that had gotten her aplenty of visits to the principals office. She's particularly the go to gal for the edgiest fashion trends and quality weed. All the preppy girls hated her and she dont even care.
But considering her upbringing, she was far from her parent's influence. She never had a good relationship with her mother Nancy, a stay at home mother and her father Everett, a local pastor. Most of the time Trish was out partying with random strangers for friends who would help her sneak inside a club and jsut keep her company whilst getting high. It was this time that Trish was struggling with her personal problems, both at home and at school. Hence losing herself was the only way she knows how to cope.
Despite the popular peeps hating her guts, Trish was the sort who surrounds herself with friends. Her personality mostly won her a couple of long time companions, even the most hated ones came to appreciate her upbeat demeanor. After graduation, Trish studied arts and photography. True to her passion she traveled all around the world to "find herself" and collect wonderful photographs for a living.
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4 yrs ago
Name: Sylvi "Red" Wulfharth
Age: 30
Sex: Female
Nationality: Valian
Class: Barbarian
Physical Description:
It's not so difficult to discern Sylvi amongst an ordinary crowd. With her bright orange, wavy-thick hair resting down to her waist, either freely hanging or tied into an unkempt braid topped with a thin headband resting around her head. Her face is round and prominent, freckles resting on her rosy cheeks, which further glows with emotion. She has soft scarred gashes running across the left side of her lip and above her right brow. Her eyebrows are thick yet perfectly shaped into a soft arch, and dark green eyes, unturned and full of life.
Physically, she's strong. A height not exceeding beyond 5'10 and a body frame built to topple over the strongest of men and some beasts, having the perfect proportion of muscles and curves that developed from years of rigorous training and experience.
As for the way she wears, she prefers furs and fabric, some straps and belts to hold weapons, over hardbound armor. It's simply a matter of convenience as it gives her free movement while fighting, but if armor is ever going to be a requirement she'd chose leather pads over iron/metal, as wearing such as heavy would be more of a hindrance than a benefit.
Fighting Style:
Sylvi trusts her own physical strength, relying on plain ol brute force to deal with her problems head on. Ideally she prefers dual weapons, and occasionally uses the bow in long range combat. She can settle things with her fist just as effectively, either monumentally or to those who would simply just casually dare her to a brawl. (which she is yet to be defeated at)
Personality/Mental:
Sylvi more or less contrast from your typical raid mongering Valian. Sure growing up in a culture unconventional as it is, none the less had mildly steered the young woman to a more brute/aggressive way of dealing things, favorably directly but never to the point of physical recklessness unless needed. Because of this she may come across as impatient, and even patronizing to those she considers incapable or inexperienced, and would go as far as putting herself at risk in a fiery whirlwind if her patience is pushed to the limit.
During her adolescent years Sylvi was naive, over eager and ten times the firebrand than she is now. That is until she lost her husband where she "learned" to take things one step at a time. Normally she's a calm and laid back individual, social, compassionate and always ready to lend an ear to those who need it. She has a strong sense of family and knows better not to put people away, no matter who they may ever be. She can see past the person and is always never one to judge. Even with her own impatience she makes an effort to understand. Sylvi values her closest friends and family the most over anything in the world, and will go through everything if it means keeping them safe or happy. Besides those qualities, she's a natural cook, part of the reason why landed a place in the ship. She also knits in her spare time. Sylvi believes in a god and Yval is the closest she can get to that yet she longingly searches for some sort of spiritual fulfillment which she had yet to find.
History:
All throughout her childhood and adolescent life, Sylvi grew up in the central north of Valian. Born to a family of herders she was the only daughter of parents with three other sons. Living in a home with a bunch of rowdy kids was a lot of work for her parents, to say the least. Though most they fight and tease, Slyvi is very close to her brothers. Though girls her age would do conventional girl things, she goes out with her brothers to hunt and to raid.
Sylvi hadn't entirely escaped her parent's plans no matter how against she is of their wishes, and was pressured to commit herself to a young man of her age who was also the son of a close family friend. Though both of them were fairly good friends since childhood the idea of the union was not what they wanted for each other. Thus to avoid dishonoring their families, instead they agreed to work together, and overtime they developed a strong bond. Eventually for quite awhile they went from best friends to lovers. They soon had a son, but died just after his first winter.
With their dreams of traveling the world together, they took part in a trading business a year later, traveling through seas from one country to another. They developed friends and business partners with the pirates during their stay in the Free Isles, some welcoming them into their voyages. At one of the ships they stayed on, Sylvi took the job as the ship's cook whilst pursuing her work as a trader, right after the original cook accidentally broke both of his hands on a hard fall from the gaff.
Til one unfortunate day, their ship was caught between a battle, plenty were dead in the chaos and one of them was her life partner. Sylvi was thrown into the water by an explosive impact. As the firing ceased, while Sylvi slowly descended into the ocean, an approaching pirate ship fished her out of the water. After that grievous moment, she couldn't bring herself to come home. Lost in a new country, alone and with no coin, she instead offered undying loyalty to the pirates as her way of gratitude, living the rest of her life in the Free Isles. She became the go to woman when they needed a pair of muscles to man, or if they wanted a quality cook.
Inventory:
- Dual axe
- Pocket knife
- 100 gold pieces
- Piece of yarn, knitting needles.
- A small statuette of Tydasha
- Waterskin
- Handkerchief
Age: 30
Sex: Female
Nationality: Valian
Class: Barbarian
Physical Description:
It's not so difficult to discern Sylvi amongst an ordinary crowd. With her bright orange, wavy-thick hair resting down to her waist, either freely hanging or tied into an unkempt braid topped with a thin headband resting around her head. Her face is round and prominent, freckles resting on her rosy cheeks, which further glows with emotion. She has soft scarred gashes running across the left side of her lip and above her right brow. Her eyebrows are thick yet perfectly shaped into a soft arch, and dark green eyes, unturned and full of life.
Physically, she's strong. A height not exceeding beyond 5'10 and a body frame built to topple over the strongest of men and some beasts, having the perfect proportion of muscles and curves that developed from years of rigorous training and experience.
As for the way she wears, she prefers furs and fabric, some straps and belts to hold weapons, over hardbound armor. It's simply a matter of convenience as it gives her free movement while fighting, but if armor is ever going to be a requirement she'd chose leather pads over iron/metal, as wearing such as heavy would be more of a hindrance than a benefit.
Fighting Style:
Sylvi trusts her own physical strength, relying on plain ol brute force to deal with her problems head on. Ideally she prefers dual weapons, and occasionally uses the bow in long range combat. She can settle things with her fist just as effectively, either monumentally or to those who would simply just casually dare her to a brawl. (which she is yet to be defeated at)
Personality/Mental:
Sylvi more or less contrast from your typical raid mongering Valian. Sure growing up in a culture unconventional as it is, none the less had mildly steered the young woman to a more brute/aggressive way of dealing things, favorably directly but never to the point of physical recklessness unless needed. Because of this she may come across as impatient, and even patronizing to those she considers incapable or inexperienced, and would go as far as putting herself at risk in a fiery whirlwind if her patience is pushed to the limit.
During her adolescent years Sylvi was naive, over eager and ten times the firebrand than she is now. That is until she lost her husband where she "learned" to take things one step at a time. Normally she's a calm and laid back individual, social, compassionate and always ready to lend an ear to those who need it. She has a strong sense of family and knows better not to put people away, no matter who they may ever be. She can see past the person and is always never one to judge. Even with her own impatience she makes an effort to understand. Sylvi values her closest friends and family the most over anything in the world, and will go through everything if it means keeping them safe or happy. Besides those qualities, she's a natural cook, part of the reason why landed a place in the ship. She also knits in her spare time. Sylvi believes in a god and Yval is the closest she can get to that yet she longingly searches for some sort of spiritual fulfillment which she had yet to find.
History:
All throughout her childhood and adolescent life, Sylvi grew up in the central north of Valian. Born to a family of herders she was the only daughter of parents with three other sons. Living in a home with a bunch of rowdy kids was a lot of work for her parents, to say the least. Though most they fight and tease, Slyvi is very close to her brothers. Though girls her age would do conventional girl things, she goes out with her brothers to hunt and to raid.
Sylvi hadn't entirely escaped her parent's plans no matter how against she is of their wishes, and was pressured to commit herself to a young man of her age who was also the son of a close family friend. Though both of them were fairly good friends since childhood the idea of the union was not what they wanted for each other. Thus to avoid dishonoring their families, instead they agreed to work together, and overtime they developed a strong bond. Eventually for quite awhile they went from best friends to lovers. They soon had a son, but died just after his first winter.
With their dreams of traveling the world together, they took part in a trading business a year later, traveling through seas from one country to another. They developed friends and business partners with the pirates during their stay in the Free Isles, some welcoming them into their voyages. At one of the ships they stayed on, Sylvi took the job as the ship's cook whilst pursuing her work as a trader, right after the original cook accidentally broke both of his hands on a hard fall from the gaff.
Til one unfortunate day, their ship was caught between a battle, plenty were dead in the chaos and one of them was her life partner. Sylvi was thrown into the water by an explosive impact. As the firing ceased, while Sylvi slowly descended into the ocean, an approaching pirate ship fished her out of the water. After that grievous moment, she couldn't bring herself to come home. Lost in a new country, alone and with no coin, she instead offered undying loyalty to the pirates as her way of gratitude, living the rest of her life in the Free Isles. She became the go to woman when they needed a pair of muscles to man, or if they wanted a quality cook.
Inventory:
- Dual axe
- Pocket knife
- 100 gold pieces
- Piece of yarn, knitting needles.
- A small statuette of Tydasha
- Waterskin
- Handkerchief
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Member
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4 yrs ago
Frances Warwick
Character Summary
Name:Francesca Warwick
Social Class: Lower Class
Age: 27
Birthday: April 20, 1792 (Starting day of the RP is March 21st, 1823)
Nationality: Cuban/British
Birth Place: West Indies
Residence: The Glimmeric, London, England
Gender: Female
Education: Tutored. Reading, Writing, Arithmetic.
Income Source:
- Investments, Brothel Madame.
Native Language: English, Spanish
Appearance
Height: 5'7
Weight: 127 lbs
Build: Fit, Curvy
Eyes: Dark Brown, Piercing
Hair: Dark Brown, wavy, waist length
Skin Tone: Tan/Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Blotched burned scar in a shape of an "L" on her left shoulder blade. A few scars and gashes on her arms and abdomen.
Personal Style: Frances, more or less, has a preference for finery, dark colors and velvet silks. As a brothel madam, she is accustomed to dress herself ‘gallantly’, befitting her profession. From jewelries, dresses and corsets, otherwise she dresses up quite sensibly. She will don over a hooded cape when she's out for a morning stroll or if she means to hide her weapons underneath.
Psychology
Tough-minded * Cynical * Opportunistic * Acquisitive * Protective * Unforgiving
Sexuality: Shamelessly Bi.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
At a tender age, Frances witnessed firsthand how cruel and unforgiving the world can be. Not only to a child born from slavery but merely being born a woman in this current age. Her experiences had negatively casted a shadow on the patriarchal society in general which developed her quiet contempt and mistrust towards men, specially those who hold power that she sees as a means to be abused for their own personal gains, if not now then eventually. Others may think her views are too rash, misguided even yet truly one could not really put her to blame. Never the less these experiences hardened her into the callous, hard nosed woman that she is known to be, a fighter for justice and fairness.
Living to survive, she's good at taking advantage of certain situations and would rather favor a solution that would benefit the majority, as she values equality highly. She would calculatingly seize the moment, right then and there the instant she sees a path. This attributed to her keen business sense, to which she shifts to where the lager money is not because of her mere selfishness alone but rather, a way to keep them all afloat.
There are only a few people who Frances keeps close to, and those she will give her steadfast devotion without a mind's hesitation. Frances is not always so callous as people think her to be. After she took over as the new madame, taking in young women on the streets became her first order of business. The brothel had mostly served as a shelter for troubled women above else. She always puts her girls' welfare and best interests at heart, first and foremost. If one should ever make the mistake of harming them any way, it is only fair to return the favor, only ten times as torturing. Forgiveness was never her strongest virtue. She's the type to hold grudges that could stand the test of time.
Living to survive, she's good at taking advantage of certain situations and would rather favor a solution that would benefit the majority, as she values equality highly. She would calculatingly seize the moment, right then and there the instant she sees a path. This attributed to her keen business sense, to which she shifts to where the lager money is not because of her mere selfishness alone but rather, a way to keep them all afloat.
There are only a few people who Frances keeps close to, and those she will give her steadfast devotion without a mind's hesitation. Frances is not always so callous as people think her to be. After she took over as the new madame, taking in young women on the streets became her first order of business. The brothel had mostly served as a shelter for troubled women above else. She always puts her girls' welfare and best interests at heart, first and foremost. If one should ever make the mistake of harming them any way, it is only fair to return the favor, only ten times as torturing. Forgiveness was never her strongest virtue. She's the type to hold grudges that could stand the test of time.
Habits:
- Unawarely nipping her thumb when deep in thought
Hobbies:
- Playing cards/ Gambling
- Taking an early morning stroll
- Collecting seashells
Fears:
- Losing everything she had worked for.
- Harm upon her girls, her only family.
- Succumbing to madness.
Likes:
- Perfumes
- Shiny things (gems, jewelries and the like)
- Moments of peace and quiet
- Arithmetics
- Wine
- Sunrise.
- Nature
Dislikes:
- Abusive authority
- Men who think they control/ are above everything
- Injustice
- Soulless
- Pressured into conformity
- False hopes. Being lied to.
Cards On The Table
General Skills:
- Country Knowledge(England)
- City Knowledge (London)
- Court Etiquette
- Ballroom Dancing
- Reading
- Language (Spanish)
- Deception
- Seduction (street)
- Leadership
- Disguise
- Bribing
- Pistol
Trained Skills:
- Musa - Local language of the West Indies; a mixing of African and Caribbean languages that has sprung up by the locals over the last three hundred years.
- Chane - Ability to create a Pentaone Box and utilize it
- Busarah - Skill required to create an item that can be used to damage an intended target at any distance by inflicting damage to said item. Item must contain something personal of the intended target
- Amani - South American Martial Art that refocuses damage taken and redirects it towards in the form of strikes towards the opponent; original damage is still taken but adds to the next strike towards one opponent
- Taabu - Ritual technique used to draw back a soul after it has been separated from the body by fear
- Nyo - Art of the Shadow, the use of darkness and stealth to move unnoticed
What Is On Your Person:
- Clothing - Leather bodice over velvet colored sleeves, rolled up to her forearms, velvet petticoat skirt and dark brown bustles. Knee high, heeled leather boots, dangling earrings, a jeweled ring, woven bracelets and a garnet pendant. When it's cold, she'll wear a hooded cape (which she has a variety of from furs to silks).
- Sheathed Dual daggers on her left-side hip
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- Holstered pistol on her right
- Hand bag containing coins, parchments.
- A tiny glass bottle of rosy perfume
- Handkerchief. Rosy smell.
- Peppermint leaves.
- 12 more rounds of spare bullets.
Residence:
- A wardrobe of clothing, dresses, shoes, jewelries etc
- Assorted materials for skills related crafting; baskets of herbs, dried bones etc.
- Office table; over it is an abacus, rolled papers/ scrolls neatly kept in a woven basket.
- A small weapons rack containing knives, hooks.
- A bookshelf, manuals during her training years
- Ornate, wooden vanity, with a bunch of womanly essentials.
- Spare pistol
- About 40 rounds of bullets
- An old wooden rosary, kept in a small case in a drawer under her neatly folded clothes.
- A torture chamber hidden behind the bookcase.
- Messenger bird; A crow named Bavmorda.
History
Family History:
There is little to no information of Francesca's family lineage as far as she herself knows. Only that her mother was a native of Cuba and her father, Richard Warwick, was a plantation owner she used to work for. She was brought up by her illegitimate father's wife Selma, after her mother's untimely death. The Warwicks are wealthy plantation owners, originally from London, until Richard moved to the West Indies and took over his late uncle's sugar plantation business. Selma could not provide Richard with a child, having known that Frances is his illegitimate daughter, she did not mind treating her like she was her own.
Your personal life:
Frances was four years old when she vividly witnessed her mother's death. Richard pushed her mother down to kneel in front of the then child Francesca, to make her watch every detail of what was to happen. Behind her mother's pleading sobs to look away, without even letting her draw a last breath she was shot from behind the head. Sadly, that mangled image of her mother was the only memory she had of her.
Her life really began when the Warwick's took her in. Her mother was a loyal slave to the Warwicks until she conspired to escape together with a handful of others. After they were caught, they were shot one by one, a way to put the others in place, as how Richard would put it. Richard couldn't care less about the young Frances, but his wife wished to adopt the child and so they did.
For the rest of her life she lived in privilege, and like any normal girl in a wealthy white family, she was well provided, groomed, tutored and disciplined. Though the Warwicks were never known for their genuine kindness. Whilst living under the Warwicks she was mainly a servant first, and a daughter second. Frances was relatively close to some of the slaves, though most of them thought of steering clear from her direction to avoid trouble. One of them, a once close friend of her late mother, was a practitioner of the West Indian arts. The young Frances was instantly fascinated, and after a few meetings she asked to be mentored. In the morning she would attend to her duties and as dawn came she would sneak out of her bedroom window and out to the woods where the slaves would gather for training, a routine she would follow for the next several years.
Years later things took a turn for the worst for the Warwicks. While Richard faced bankruptcy, the servants saw it an opportunity and revolted against their master. Avoiding all that sordid mess, they left Cuba and sailed back to London. The next two years took a toll on Richard well being, and sooner he became unstable and more violent than he ever was. After an intense argument, that is when he grabbed Frances by the neck and strangled her in a fit of rage. In the midst of the struggle Frances grab hold of the kitchen knife to defend herself and stabbed him repeatedly, not being able to stop till his blood flooded the lacquered floor. When his wife walked in to his husband's lifeless body and Frances in horror, with a knife at hand, she did not give a single blink of reaction. She simply looked down on her dead husband in her usual elegant, uncaring demeanor, "Good riddance" was all she muttered. Later that night they wrapped his body in a potato sack and buried him under the rose garden.
Selma passed a year later. Frances was left out of the will, the fortune was instead given to a cousin living in the colonies. Being left with nothing but the clothes behind her back, she had to fend for herself. Even though she had a degree of educational background not everybody was comfortable in hiring a woman, let a lone a colored one. There was no other place for a woman like her to find a decent paying job, and that's why the moment she showed her face at The Glimmeric she was instantly hired. The place was a cesspit of sin, immoralities and opium, and a then innocent Frances thought she had seen and experienced the worst. There were countless times she had wished to leave that place, but where else could she go?
The old madame, Helga was a wicked woman. She wouldn't care how her girls were treated, and badly they were, as long as the money kept flowing her way. Frances drew the line when one of the girls, a friend of her was viciously beaten to death by an unsatisfied customer, a spoiled nobleman brat who could get away with anything. He was a regular at The Glimmeric, and all the girls could agree he was vile and abusive. Helga was payed for the loss the same night, without so much as care for the poor dead girl. Frances wanted justice, and the next evening she gathered with a few girls for an elaborate revenge plan. Long story short, the girls rounded up the lone man who killed their friend, beat him half dead in the alley and later that night poisoned the Madame's tea that gave her a near fatal stroke. Nobody suspected a thing, or maybe none could've cared. Or the constable under investigation bribed much too handsomely.
Being someone who is educated, and backed up by the voting majority, Frances took over the Brothel. She did so with respect for the girls and their personal welfare. Rules had been set up, customer screenings were done regularly and instilling proper hygiene and health care for the girls. They learn to survive, stick together as they work better as a collective more than ever. Though it is true that prostitution is greatly stigmatized by the society, Frances sees to it that one day women will be treated equally and earn a great value of respect. Having a place where they can rule, control and be who they want to be is a better start than any.
What you want for your life:
Frances is an idealist at heart despite being a cynic, she still likes to believe that there is still some good in this world. She dreams of a world where people would throw away the normative and immuring ideas of women in her time. She wanted to see an age of an unbiased society to women though she herself knows they still have a long way to go in having that dream become a reality. Taking one step at a time however, she currently plans on building boarding houses for troubled young women, providing shelter and a safe haven for them.
Extras
Character Quote(s):
" The world may never see it's true virtue, if they continue to put us in shackles."
" Do not let fear hold you from enjoying the moment."
" Honestly, I don't have much use for men the likes of you."
" Ay Dios mío."
Theme Song:
Anything Else: - Cargast
- Doris the alcoholic momma bear
- The Warwicks are a catholic household. You could say Frances is once (but at times, is) catholic.
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Located in West End. The Strand, London
The Notebook
Frances Warwick
" The world may never see it's true virtue, if they continue to put us in shackles."
║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║
║ ❦ Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║
Richard was the figure of terror to Frances growing up. He leaves her alone most of the time, but he never passes the chance to show her how much he despises her. Could be that he sees a lot of her from her late mother. When she looks at him, Frances finds it hard to see him as a father, but instead an evil, violent man who does whatever he wants to people as if he has free reign over them. The way he treated his servants, the people she knew and grew close to; she witness them hurt, abused and killed on a regular basis. Only thing that keeps her protected is because of Selma.
Selma may not be the best maternal figure to Frances. She is cold, brash, uncaring and has a mouth of a Caribbean sailor. Yet on the outside she seem to be that way. Frances would describe her adoptive mother's cold affection as a form of "tough love", as she never was one for compassion and her hands never had that gentle motherly touch, yet Frances can see her efforts to make her grow into a better young woman. Those things alone made her realize that she does truly care, albeit in her own brash, unconventional way.
The first time she came to The Glimmeric, Helga instantly liked what she saw. "You'll be giving us an early Christmas, dear." Was the first thing she ever said to her. The Madame was a respectable figure within the community, and men of power have showered her with countless gifts. She was above them, more than they were to her. In a way Frances admired that about her. Yet her treatment with the girls would sometimes go overboard, and that one time she let one of the girls get killed, Frances could never let it pass. She got her justice when they poisoned her tea that gave her a near fatal stroke, and later on she took over her position as the new Madame.
❅ Ruby Fisher ❤
"I trust her with my life. Probably much more."
"I trust her with my life. Probably much more."
Ruby was her go to gal since she took over The Glimmeric, though their very first meeting were not exactly on friendly terms. Ruby was one of the older girls, and appeared as a sort of warden to the others and the muscle to the old Madame. Ruby used to treat her very harshly but her respect was later earned when they saw a common ground regarding Helga's tyrannical leadership, and together they plotted on overthrowing her. They grew closer ever since, and Ruby became more like a sister to her, a confidant, who she can always count on to watch her back no matter what. She has a young son living with her parents in Scotland, Ruby would ask Frances to write letters for him sometimes.
☯ Nancy Wright ☯
"She was lost, like the rest of us once were."
"She was lost, like the rest of us once were."
Nan was the newest addition to the Glimmeric family. It wasn't long ago when Frances found her being harassed on the streets one evening. The attackers ran of after she made an example to one of their friends, Frances then took in the runaway. So far she was okay with the idea of working for her, though Frances herself wasn't sure if she is really up for it. She thinks the girl has much to learn.
☯ Big Bernie ✿
"He does not speak much. Though I am grateful that he is there for us. "
"He does not speak much. Though I am grateful that he is there for us. "
Nobody really knows how long Big Bernie's been working at The Glimmeric. And he doesn't really speak much about it either, aside from a few grunts and snickers. One of the older girls heard that his mother was once a worker in the brothel and died while giving birth to Bernie. Ever since, the other prostitutes took it upon themselves to raise him, and he became a permanent, and loyal resident of The Glimmeric. A rather large, gruff, bear of a man, he's the brothel's cook, cleaner, laundry man, bodyguard a.k.a the all around housekeeper. The girls are fond of him and obviously he cared for them as well.
It was no secret that Frances had frequent dealings with the Talinks. They have a mutually beneficial relationship; the family would invest money to her brothel, Frances would provide them a place to converse their meetings and she'd hire their mercenaries to 'rough up' bad customers. Through this she had met Thalken personally though they never really interacted aside from anything business related. She could not care less about his family's notoriety as long as it benefits the brothel.
Suspicious Things
Other Clues Or Points Of Interest
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Name:
Susan Atkins
Nickname:
Sue
Age:
18
Gender:
Female
Sexual Orientaion:
Mostly gay
Personality:
Sue is a walking, 5'8 and 123 pounds of nonplussed sass n' spunk. As hard it is to believe now, Sue was a once a star student in Oxbridge. For years she did everything to reach her parent's impossible standards. It was grueling, adding to that their constant disappointment of "never being like her older siblings". It burdened her so much, to the point where she just stopped everything, stood up for herself and gave her parents the middle finger. Well, not literally. The thought of even doing it horrifies her. They'd probably kill her where she stood.
She is very outgoing, expressive, friendly, loves social gatherings and can almost talk to anyone. She's the type who never backs down from a good dare and that makes her fun to hang out with. It's impossible to not find a friend in Susan, that is if they're the type to endure her dynamic energy that may root from the fact that she is easily distracted, never really staying in one place for a long time. She is an out and proud enthusiast of sloths. It's one of her low-key childhood dreams to domesticating a one. Her phone wallpaper is a picture of a sloth, plus the 100+ images saved on her photo gallery.
Sue is a formidable volleyball athlete, and is great with the team though at times they would see her as just being bossy. In serious situations she would keep her head straight, always having to choose the most practical and logical thing to do in a given situation. Though it is a challenge to her when faced with emotional confrontations, as she is easy to break down and this alone scares and embarrasses her if witnessed by the other person. Though never eloquent with words, nor as expressive with the mushy bits, there is a compassionate soul within her. She would show that she cares, albiet in her own crude and awkward way.
Biography:
It became a running joke within the siblings that Susan wasn't actually born to her parents, but instead sprouted out their backyard one sunny summer morning. It was due to the fact that she was born when her parents was already at their mid 40's, and her birth was unplanned. Aside from the distance; her parents are retired lawyers now residing abroad, while her three siblings are scattered all over the world, their generation gaps somehow became an obstacle in their relationship. Her sibling before her was almost two decades older than she is.
Most of her childhood she grew up alone, and was homeschooled until she reached her middle school years where she was enrolled in Oxbridge Academy, a prestigious institution. The best school that money can ever buy. She was once shy and sheltered, and during that time she started to come out of her shell little by little. Her friends greatly encouraged her to do so, signing up for class programs, hopping from one club to another until she found her passion in Volleyball.
She is prone to putting herself in a lot of trouble, although nothing too serious at most, other than missing a lot of classes, vandalizing the walls of the girl's bathroom and was once luckily suspended for streaking because of a silly dare. Her parents later on reimburse the institute for the "damages". Because of the shenanigans she got herself into the school requires that she is to attend regular counseling in Room 405.
Likes:
-Sloths
-Adventuring
-Sports
-Jokes
-Road Trips
-Beaches
Dislikes:
-Getting sick
-Lazy days
-creepy crawlies
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Aseema Viranni
Female| 26 | Elf
Basic Info
Birthplace
The Dales
Appearance
A dark haired elf with a slender frame, soft features and a pale rosy complexion riddled with gentle freckles, Aseema sticks out a girlish charm given that she's fairly older than she actually looks. She cant even recall how many times the local guards mistake her to be some delinquent teenager on the streets and this would annoy her to an extent. Appearance wise she is fairly good looking though at most she wears her face uninvitingly, in a indifferent and frowning expression, undermining her true indicative beauty. Her eyes are most expressive, round and long lashed in a way that one could easily see though her even if she says so little. The elf considers this as one of her dire weaknesses as her helpless responses gives whatever she's hiding away so instantly and finds it a challenge to hide unnecessary feelings.
Aseema hates the sun. From her experience, her pallid complexion is prone to the nastiest sunburns so most likely she dons over a cloak to keep her protected. Her hair is a dark wavy mess, usually tied up to keep it in place. Her choice of clothing would be robes and leathers, light enough to move around and protected at the same time. She carries around a satchel bag to contain her equipments.
Aseema hates the sun. From her experience, her pallid complexion is prone to the nastiest sunburns so most likely she dons over a cloak to keep her protected. Her hair is a dark wavy mess, usually tied up to keep it in place. Her choice of clothing would be robes and leathers, light enough to move around and protected at the same time. She carries around a satchel bag to contain her equipments.
Background
Aseema was practically born into keeperhood. While every mage born elf clamor and kill for at an opportunity, Aseema more likely considers it a misfortune rather than anything. This was never the case back when she was younger. As early as five her guardians instilled the fantasy and glamor of keeperhood, which the young Aseema fell for. It was hard training but she proved to be the best among her contenders.
Aseema had very limited memory of her own parents. She never knew her father, who had died whilst defending the clan from slavers and her mother had to raise her alone until she disappeared one day. Her hunting pary went missing, and never knew what became of them. Only some speculations that they were intercepted by Tevinter slavers. She was then taken under the care of various relatives before officially becoming the keeper's first.
One day she went exploring, a young Aseema happened to pass by an old abandoned home filled with nothing but old and worn out books. It was a shame for someone to leave them forlorn so as to not have them go to waste, and out of her own curiosity she secretly brought some back to the camp to read. Her interest of human books grew, from the pages she saw another world beyond the clan. It excited her, awakening the wanderlust within her and from then on fantasized of going to these worlds. She would regularly visit her favorite spot and contently indulge herself in literature all day.
In many ways books had educated her about the world beyond the confines of her clan. The customs, the people, their clothing and politics. All these made her scrutinize the clan's own purposes, realizing how small and narrow they are compared. The dalish are a stagnant community, never really improving, nor learning anything new and Aseema knew from then on that she did not want to live that way. The isolation and limits of tradition dragged her, a concern she one day shared to her mentor. Yet the keeper was not so glad about what his young first had been mysteriously learning and later on found out that she had been bringing in foreign books inside the clan. He saw this as a distraction to her true duties, and ordered them to get rid off it. She was torn between her fate as the keeper, and her desire for adventure. Until one night of fitful argument had ultimately fixed her decision, on going on a spontaneous adventure that very next morning. Like any other young, naive and adventurous soul, Aseema stood by her desire to leave and hid on a carriage cart to be smuggled out the Dales, never looking back on the life she came to detest.
It didn't take long for her to regret that decision however. The moment she was dropped to Hamsal, became the most tumultuous moment in her life. Aseema could not keep up with everything and since she wasn't exactly ready and well equipped for it, with no real knowledge aside from the books she read. What she saw had greatly disappointed her. Hamsal was really nothing like the progressive and colorful human cities that she had read about. Only that at any given moment was some sort of danger waiting to pounce at her around the corners. It was an over all peculiar and terrifying experience. Yet the young elf is not without spirit, at least to a certain extent. She navigated the city as best she could, at the same time careful and observant of any possible danger. But this wasnt enough prevention from muggers, slavers and one time, the Circle as she carelessly made a public display of her magical abilities. Her naivete was mostly to blame for this series of unfortunate encounters.
The days she spent in the city, her luck slowly depletes with it. Though she found work at a local tavern, and is doing a terrible job at it, had somehow helped her get by, but one day things started to turn around when she was given an opportunity for mercenary work. Something that she never really considered before but at that point she gladly went for it.
The promise of adventure hooked her right in, and got rid of her plain tavern job. It was an opportunity she could not miss that she practically threw herself at her employer, but ultimately her abilities proved her to be a well deserved addition to the Oathbreakers.
Aseema had very limited memory of her own parents. She never knew her father, who had died whilst defending the clan from slavers and her mother had to raise her alone until she disappeared one day. Her hunting pary went missing, and never knew what became of them. Only some speculations that they were intercepted by Tevinter slavers. She was then taken under the care of various relatives before officially becoming the keeper's first.
One day she went exploring, a young Aseema happened to pass by an old abandoned home filled with nothing but old and worn out books. It was a shame for someone to leave them forlorn so as to not have them go to waste, and out of her own curiosity she secretly brought some back to the camp to read. Her interest of human books grew, from the pages she saw another world beyond the clan. It excited her, awakening the wanderlust within her and from then on fantasized of going to these worlds. She would regularly visit her favorite spot and contently indulge herself in literature all day.
In many ways books had educated her about the world beyond the confines of her clan. The customs, the people, their clothing and politics. All these made her scrutinize the clan's own purposes, realizing how small and narrow they are compared. The dalish are a stagnant community, never really improving, nor learning anything new and Aseema knew from then on that she did not want to live that way. The isolation and limits of tradition dragged her, a concern she one day shared to her mentor. Yet the keeper was not so glad about what his young first had been mysteriously learning and later on found out that she had been bringing in foreign books inside the clan. He saw this as a distraction to her true duties, and ordered them to get rid off it. She was torn between her fate as the keeper, and her desire for adventure. Until one night of fitful argument had ultimately fixed her decision, on going on a spontaneous adventure that very next morning. Like any other young, naive and adventurous soul, Aseema stood by her desire to leave and hid on a carriage cart to be smuggled out the Dales, never looking back on the life she came to detest.
It didn't take long for her to regret that decision however. The moment she was dropped to Hamsal, became the most tumultuous moment in her life. Aseema could not keep up with everything and since she wasn't exactly ready and well equipped for it, with no real knowledge aside from the books she read. What she saw had greatly disappointed her. Hamsal was really nothing like the progressive and colorful human cities that she had read about. Only that at any given moment was some sort of danger waiting to pounce at her around the corners. It was an over all peculiar and terrifying experience. Yet the young elf is not without spirit, at least to a certain extent. She navigated the city as best she could, at the same time careful and observant of any possible danger. But this wasnt enough prevention from muggers, slavers and one time, the Circle as she carelessly made a public display of her magical abilities. Her naivete was mostly to blame for this series of unfortunate encounters.
The days she spent in the city, her luck slowly depletes with it. Though she found work at a local tavern, and is doing a terrible job at it, had somehow helped her get by, but one day things started to turn around when she was given an opportunity for mercenary work. Something that she never really considered before but at that point she gladly went for it.
The promise of adventure hooked her right in, and got rid of her plain tavern job. It was an opportunity she could not miss that she practically threw herself at her employer, but ultimately her abilities proved her to be a well deserved addition to the Oathbreakers.
Personality
Aseema has this unquenchable thirst for knowledge. She always has this desire to learn new things and the drive to delve into the unknown and unexplored. Anything new to her is bound to gain her interest, it goes without saying such character is prone to some trouble along the way. She lives by a "what could possibly go wrong" attitude, hence uncaring of the consequences and willingly taking risks whether light or heavy makes no difference to her, all in the sole purpose of learning. Although she says that, when bad decisions came with regrets, it's one thing that will eat her the most. Seen as quiet, uncaring and indifferent, she lights up like forest fire when her interests are a subject, her eyes would glimmer at anything exciting and mostly she has a hard time concealing it. Basically, she's always the first to lose at a game of wicked grace.
Growing up in seclusion from the outside, it's only natural for her to be wary among new people, this did not help her much at the beginning however the time she spent with the group years later had made her got over that. In those ten years, she remarkably matured and grew, and more so understanding the world in both viewpoint and action. Aseema still hung around during those ten years, considering that she has nowhere else to go if she ever did. Sure there are other opportunities to take, and to wander between continents but at the end of the day she finds herself coming back to them, she grew so sentimental that she could never imagine living a life without them, more than she likes to admit.
Growing up in seclusion from the outside, it's only natural for her to be wary among new people, this did not help her much at the beginning however the time she spent with the group years later had made her got over that. In those ten years, she remarkably matured and grew, and more so understanding the world in both viewpoint and action. Aseema still hung around during those ten years, considering that she has nowhere else to go if she ever did. Sure there are other opportunities to take, and to wander between continents but at the end of the day she finds herself coming back to them, she grew so sentimental that she could never imagine living a life without them, more than she likes to admit.
Curriculum Vitae
Years served
A decade
Profession
Mage | Keeper
Modius Operandi
Aseema does both offensive and defensive with a preference for long ranged combat, as her obvious lack of physical strength makes her useless in upfront combat unless she's shapeshifting.
Skills
Dalish Lore- Has a reasonable amount of knowledge about the Dalish, being born and educated there.
Alchemy- Has a wide range of knowledge with herbs and alchemical healing.
Stealth- Developed from years of keeping away from trouble, she can manage to slip into anything if it calls for desperate measures.
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Important Relations:
Keeper Falael - Clan keeper, mentor. The closest father figure she has since her own. A serious and demanding man, yet compassionate and approachable. They had a heated argument because of her own doubts of the clan and keeperhood. She regrets her actions towards her up to this day, and wishing she could go back and be forgiven, only to give her some ease.
Nayara - Mother. The clan's head hunter, one day went missing together with her party. It was believed that they were ambushed or killed by Tevinter slavers while on their hunting. A fun and loving mother to Aseema. One of the fondest memories of she has of her is the lullaby she hums when putting a very young Aseema to sleep, carrying in her arms and the smell and feel of her long dark hair against her cheeks.
Felix - Barman, old boss. The moment Aseema came into the tavern, he instantly figured the girl wasnt from around the city. He almost pitied her, and the moment he realized she seemed like needing some help. Though he may be twice as demanding and hard assed as the keeper, he was kind enough to offer her a job and a place to stay. Aseema would still visit the tavern if she had the time, if only to unwind and have a mug of his good stuff.
Nayara - Mother. The clan's head hunter, one day went missing together with her party. It was believed that they were ambushed or killed by Tevinter slavers while on their hunting. A fun and loving mother to Aseema. One of the fondest memories of she has of her is the lullaby she hums when putting a very young Aseema to sleep, carrying in her arms and the smell and feel of her long dark hair against her cheeks.
Felix - Barman, old boss. The moment Aseema came into the tavern, he instantly figured the girl wasnt from around the city. He almost pitied her, and the moment he realized she seemed like needing some help. Though he may be twice as demanding and hard assed as the keeper, he was kind enough to offer her a job and a place to stay. Aseema would still visit the tavern if she had the time, if only to unwind and have a mug of his good stuff.
Thoughts:
Feelings on the other members of the group. To be filled in later.
Tools of the Trade
Weapons & Ammunition
-Heartwood Staff
-Carving knife
-Carving knife
Spells
-Primal magic- the manipulation of earth and sky, can be used as both offensive and defensive. Aseema can conjure up a wall of earth or armor for protection against instantaneous attacks, or project lightning towards enemies.
-Shape shifting- When things get up close and personal, she turns into a bear and maul the nearest bad guy. She only knows how to shift into one type of animal.
-Shape shifting- When things get up close and personal, she turns into a bear and maul the nearest bad guy. She only knows how to shift into one type of animal.
Clothing & Armor
-Leather Armor
-Short fur cloak
-Leather boots
-Dark hand wraps
-Short fur cloak
-Leather boots
-Dark hand wraps
Tools & Things
-Herbalist kit
-Leather bound journal
-Charcoal pen
-Leather bound journal
-Charcoal pen
Potions & Poultices
-Healing Poultice (3x)
-Healing Potion (2x)
-Lyrium Potion (2x)
-Healing Potion (2x)
-Lyrium Potion (2x)
Ingredients & Rations
-Bundles of freshly picked elfroot
-Waterskin
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-Waterskin
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Bags & Pouches
-Satchel Bag
-Bandolier
-Bandolier
Odds and Ends
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FC: Kehlani | indianred
Name Valerie Estelle Vance a.k.a VV Vance
Nicknames Val, Mz.Vanz (formerly)
Age 25
Gender Female
Sexuality Homosexual, Bi-curious
Ethnicity A quarter African American, Caucasian, Native American, Spanish.
Subscribers 872 K
YouTube Handle VV-Vance
In-Depth Appearance
Valerie has a tendency to steer into the unconventional in terms of physical looks and appearances. Personally it gives her a sense of exclusiveness, creativity, attributing to her own vainness and expressiveness as an artist. That mostly explains why she's got the tattoos, which she likes to imagine as most bearing some sort of mysterious meaning aside from just your average body pimping. She has a couple of piercing here in there, a couple on the ears, belly button and most notably a septum piercing. As for clothing, she has a preference for anything that displays her body art, such as sleeveless or vests, tank tops, tubes, sports bras and the like and generally, she'd top them off with jackets; Leathers, branded sweaters and flannels being her usual picks. She has a love hate relationship with sweatpants, mostly preferring tight denims/leather jeans which shows off her firm and shapely figure however way she wore them.
In her barest, Valerie is undeniably good looking. Her tannish skin tone, strong features, her sculpted hourglass figure and dark brown hair complementing her equally dark eyes. She has a fierce demeanour about her, and a natural strut in her posture, a common body language that may come off as arrogant to some, but confident in many ways that had undoubtedly earned her admiration and respect from her fans.
In her barest, Valerie is undeniably good looking. Her tannish skin tone, strong features, her sculpted hourglass figure and dark brown hair complementing her equally dark eyes. She has a fierce demeanour about her, and a natural strut in her posture, a common body language that may come off as arrogant to some, but confident in many ways that had undoubtedly earned her admiration and respect from her fans.
Habits//Quirks//Oddities
- * Thumb biting
* Smokes anything that can be smoked
* Does a dance when in a light mood
* Heavy duty drinker
Hobbies
- * Writing, poetry and songs
* Reading comments on her vlogs/soundcloud
* Getting into *smart* and or rather political arguments, in person or online
Likes
- * Neo Soul/ Modern R&B and classic Hip hop, where she got most of her early inspirations from (e.g Marley Marl, Dr. Dre, Erykah Badu, D'Angelo).
* Smoking a blunt in a cool breezy night.
* Attention/ admiration from her fans and or peers
* Traveling
* Dancing, rehearsing to avoid the rust plus getting in shape.
* Partying
Dislikes
- * Discreetly hates being criticised
* Losing an argument (when she starts cutting you off, that means you're winning.)
* Pressured into conformity, artistically speaking.
* Overly blithe people
* Tea
Personality
Confident | Pragmatic | Creative | Vain | Opinionated | Emotionally sensitive
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VV, or Valerie as she's personally known, is born to be on the spotlight. Her unwavering confidence, allure and swagger is, according to one youtube comment,'aggressively shook worthy', that also perfectly complements with her self admiration and arrogance. That's to say all that is built in her artistic nature, and most of the time intended as an on stage persona than her actual character. Or is it? Off cam, Val is pretty much the same, but less aggressive and more compassionate. She's loyal and true, although practical in her views and coming off as a bit confrontational, Val always has her friends's best interest at heart.
Before, she was very self conscious on her appearance and attitude, always wanting to please people until she reached a level of popularity, inevitably building her own identity, showing her true self and being vocal with her strong albeit 'bitch leaning' opinions incorporated in her music and vlogs. Overtime she steered towards a rather blunt and slightly political viewpoint while trying her best not to care if she'd lose a few fans or subscribers along the way.
She lives for the attention, negatively or positively, thinking that it contributes greatly to her artistic senses, and giving her the motivation to be prove people more than what they think. She likes winning, and therefore it's only natural that she would feel a sense of dread when people prove her otherwise. She's not one to attack personally, and most of the time she easily settles down but when she's hit below the belt, it gets much harder to get over it. Val may not show it, but she's easily affected by negativity towards her may it be by comments or personal beefs from haters or people she know. It never gets easier for her when she intentionally wallows herself in all that toxicity, and when it gets too much her friends would usually advise her for help with a doctor, and take some prescriptions to ease the pain.
History
Valerie's first taste of online popularity started during her college years. Like any other American student deep in college debt, Val had to find ways to get by some quick cash, and what convenient way to do that is through the extensive freedom of the glorious internet. Unbeknownst to some people back then, Val used to earn money for college as a camgirl under the name Mz.Vanz, although nothing too extreme at first until she got too desperate. It didn't become too much of a bother once she got over the creepy comments, stalking and abrupt declarations of love. In fact it was too easy, earning a small wealth just enough to get over her needs and indulge in a little luxury, all that for just showing a little bit of skin or more in front of the camera, and in the convenience of her own bedroom.
Way before that though, Valerie has always been a musician at heart. As a young child living in a relatively normal lower middle class household, her parents enrolled her in ballet classes if it means getting her out of the house more. As she grew up and delved her music tastes into hip hop territory, Val started developing a passion for street dance and rap. Her passion was evident in her art, that earned her a place in dance troupes and won her some awards in competitions as early as 15. As she matured so did her tastes, as a songwriter she began experimenting with neo soul and r&b, and by this time she expanded her popularity in the internet, becoming your typical soundcloud rapper. Initially she'd do covers which she'd link to her youtube account, until she started writing her own song and creating music videos from the money she'd earn. On the sides, she'd also make short personal vlogs and album reviews, and later in her career did she become more vocal and outright on her beliefs.
At first she had a small pool of fans, not until she became a camgirl that is. In a way her camgirl career skyrocketed her into fame, when she did come by a couple of 'sane non creepy' fans along the way, they took notice of her music and actually liked it. With her efforts and personality that snowballed her popularity and supportive fans, almost everyone forgot that rather personal part of her life and eventually she made a name for herself, thus the name VV Vance became widely known in the social media world. Not until years later when some trashy online tabloid brought up that sensitive part of her past, did affect her growing music career. Plus it troubled her emotionally, but pragmatic as always, somehow Val turned it all around and used the attention to earn more fans by delving into it on her vlogs, and later on developed a dramatic and positive music video about her years as a camgirl, titled "Kaleidoscope."
Way before that though, Valerie has always been a musician at heart. As a young child living in a relatively normal lower middle class household, her parents enrolled her in ballet classes if it means getting her out of the house more. As she grew up and delved her music tastes into hip hop territory, Val started developing a passion for street dance and rap. Her passion was evident in her art, that earned her a place in dance troupes and won her some awards in competitions as early as 15. As she matured so did her tastes, as a songwriter she began experimenting with neo soul and r&b, and by this time she expanded her popularity in the internet, becoming your typical soundcloud rapper. Initially she'd do covers which she'd link to her youtube account, until she started writing her own song and creating music videos from the money she'd earn. On the sides, she'd also make short personal vlogs and album reviews, and later in her career did she become more vocal and outright on her beliefs.
At first she had a small pool of fans, not until she became a camgirl that is. In a way her camgirl career skyrocketed her into fame, when she did come by a couple of 'sane non creepy' fans along the way, they took notice of her music and actually liked it. With her efforts and personality that snowballed her popularity and supportive fans, almost everyone forgot that rather personal part of her life and eventually she made a name for herself, thus the name VV Vance became widely known in the social media world. Not until years later when some trashy online tabloid brought up that sensitive part of her past, did affect her growing music career. Plus it troubled her emotionally, but pragmatic as always, somehow Val turned it all around and used the attention to earn more fans by delving into it on her vlogs, and later on developed a dramatic and positive music video about her years as a camgirl, titled "Kaleidoscope."
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