[OOC] The Day the Earth Fell |Reboot| Welcome to Paradise

[13Nightingale]

Hello...

[13Nightingale]

Well, here's my attempt at a character.

Talia Black

:.Born As.:

Talia Catherine Black

:.What You See.:

"I counted the weeks after their death, then the months, then the years, but now I’ve even forgotten what they look like. This world burns away everything we have, even our memories."

<sub>Talia stands at about 5’7”, leaving her at a good height, but still small enough that many underestimate her. Her height is mostly due to her long legs, as she has a fairly average-sized torso. She has a spindly, but athletic body type, her lean muscle gives her a look of refined strength.

She has very few distinguishing marks other than scarring in the shape of a small pair of wings on her right shoulder. This is usually covered up by the black leather jacket she wears over a dark gray tank top. Talia prefers to wear slightly loose-fitting jeans for their durability plus functionality when it comes to moving quickly.</sub>

:.Also Known As.:

Nightingale

:.Appear To Be.:

29

:.The Doctor Said.:

Female

:.I Swing Towards.:

Either way, whoever looks hot.

:.People Say.:

Talia may look sweet, but she has a fiery temper. It is fairly easy to piss her off, and when you do you’d better hope you can take it as well as you can dish it out because she will not go easy on you. When not in full bitch-mode, she can be pleasant to hang around with if you’re the right type of person. She might not talk to you much without prompting, but can be persuaded to join in a conversation if she feels she has something to say.

Talia tends to keep mostly to herself. Very few people really know anything about her past, and she intends to keep it that way. She is difficult to get to know, but once you do you will find that she is fiercely loyal and will protect those she cares about at all costs, though she would never admit this to anyone. She hates to show any vulnerability or anything that could be perceived as a weakness in anyway, which tends to be a deterrent to most people.

Despite her inability to form close relationships, Talia enjoys flirting with most people she meets, especially attractive people. Even though she seems superficial, deep down what she really wants is to be accepted. In an effort to pretend she doesn’t care, she often ends up outright refusing acceptance, because she is afraid of the responsibility that comes with having expectations put upon her.

:.What I Like To Do.:

• Psychoanalyze people
• Observe surrounding area
• Daydream about the world that was

:.Profession.:

Warrior

:.The Past Was.:

Talia lived alone with her parents up until the age of six. Really, her survival thus far is mainly based on luck. Both of her parents were killed by a horde of the undead in one of the few sparse forests left; Talia only survived because she had climbed a tree for fun mere moments before the assault. She was found there by a harpy who had been hunting in the forest when she heard the screams of Talia’s parents.

The harpy, named Lilian, protected Talia and raised her after that. Lilian taught the little girl how to fight, hunt, and fend for herself in general. The harpy trained the young girl how to use a knife, how to throw weapons, and where to strike an enemy to do the most damage. For 13 years, the harpy assisted Talia in honing her skills. When she was 19, she was proclaimed self-sufficient by the harpy, who carved a pair of wings into her right shoulder and gave her a bracelet, before flying off and leaving Talia all alone.

Hurt and confused by this seeming betrayal, the young girl wandered by herself for years before nearly being killed by another horde of undead. Realizing the futility of attempting survival alone, she traveled to the Paradise Land, where she joined their ranks around the age of 28.

:.The Proud.:

Warrior

:.A Glorious Gift.:

Talia is highly skilled in the use of throwing weapons, specifically knives. This is her strong point. She almost never misses her target when throwing knives, and can quickly adapt to throwing other types of projectiles with a high rate of accuracy as well. However, ranged combat is not her only field of expertise

She also is highly trained in hand-to-hand combat, utilizing speed and precision more than strength. She knows where to land a blow to do the most damage, and will wait for the perfect moment to strike. She also wields her flint dagger fairly well, her attacks as deadly as they are swift. If Talia intends to kill someone, they would have to be very skilled to deter her.

:.What I Have On Me.:

• Small arsenal of throwing knives stored in harness on inside of jacket
• A small flint dagger (handy for stabbing assailants or starting a fire)
• A brown leather bracelet with a pair of wings seared into the material

:.Who I Know.:

• Unknown
• Unknown
• Unknown

:.Blood.:

• Isaiah Black (deceased)
• Issandra Delanger (deceased)

:.Behind The Scenes.:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9c2ZJPKz5u8

[VioletRose]

Very interesting, but I need to speak to Angel about the character.
We will get back to you soon about it!

[pyroman]

-Marcus starts thinking bad on traders.

-Isam comes in on a caravan. Marcus is dumb.

[Exit]

Claritie Vale

"These memories are like fading stars... every single one. But that?... That's my favorite. Brightest little fucker in the sky."
Theme

:.Born As.:
Claritie Vale

:.Also Known As.:
Clo
formerly Claudette Whiting
formerly The Crow
formerly The Third Harpy

:.Appear To Be.:
22

:.The Doctor Said.:
Female

:.I Swing Towards.:
Men

:.What You See.:
Clo stands at a height of 5'8" and weighs in at a healthy (if not a slight trim) 145lbs. She's has a light build but is strong enough to carry her own in a fight and is adept in combat enough to use her opponents weight against themselves, especially if they heavily out weight herself. Her hair is of a pitch black color, her eyes of a prominent golden, her skin smooth with a slight and somewhat uneven tan thanks to her protective wear. Her attire usually consists of thin jackets or shirts and durable robes that allow her body that luxury of breath during heat and thicker articles of the same clothing (including jeans, her favorite) when the temperature drops below comfortable. Her lower limbs are usually covered in comfortable boots that can weather travel across long distances. Atop her clothes (and at times underneath) are layers of thin plated armor salvaged from various places and off a number of people. This includes abdominal and chest, lower leg and armor that covers her left arm. They provide both protection and double as a means to help hide the scars left by the three day war.

:.People Say.:
First they say "Hi!". Then they say "Hey!" a little louder than the first though she manages to ignore it anyways. Once a much gentler soul, the culmination of a number traumatic events have changed Clo and not all the changes are for the better. As an older and more mature woman, she's become more abrasive than usual; a little more impatient. Perhaps a side effect of the personality she had as a child resurfacing after the wounds of a war, the pains of which were similar to her upbringing. However the Clo that emerged somewhere in between the now and the past still remains. She's adventurous and more often than not will attempt to take a path less traveled. She's come to appreciate respect although there's still the inkling of having issues with authority in her somewhere. Having grown up some, she's managed a balance of fun and danger with the virtues of patience and wisdom.

Besides being hot headed at times, a potty mouth and a generally more spirited person, Clo is also a very passionate woman. There are things in her life she cares deeply for seeing as how she doesn't have much to call her own. Her past is one of those cherished belongings and the places and people who hold court there are the pieces to the puzzle that make up whats left of her family. She's protective of them even if they don't know it.

This need to protect extends, oddly enough, to a buried sense of justice. As she's grown up, and with a work employment history that includes ample time as one of three guardians to a city, the instincts to preserve remnants of right and wrong have remained with her. She will lend a helping hand to those in need when able and will at times go out of her way to stop those who would bring harm to others.

Sometimes her solution to any given problem is permanent.

:.What I Like To Do.:
Stargaze. Still a favorite pass time of hers. Just as when she was barely able to walk, Clo calls out to the stars every night, saying hello to each by name.

Train. Not so much her skills with a blade but those abilities granted by her gift. She also practices flight with a single wing. Ultimately shes found herself limited to the sustained glide and the assisted leap.

:.Profession.:
formerly a Harpy of Paradise Lands

:.The Past Was.:
Clo's early life was tumultuous and confusing. She was brought up in slavery having never known her real mother and father. Instead she was sold to various owners and made to do their bidding. Fortunately most of the men and women who would call themselves masters over her were kind and gentle souls, everyone save for the last. An abusive man, Clo grew to hate him and in time that hate became the fuel that fed the fires to rebellion and would ultimately lead to another life. This new life arrived in the form of two girls.

Ramera and Anora Whiting were the angels that came down from heaven to save her from her hell. Together they took part in a coup with the other enslaved metahumans and succeeded in rescuing the younger girl. The sisters later adopted her, gifting her with their last name, and the three of them traveled to a rumored land where others of their kind resided and where they could find safety from the dangers of a dying world.

Paradise and it's mother Ravenia accepted Clo and her sisters with open arms. Over the span of a few years and within the protection of the city's walls, they were nurtured into strong young women and in time would prove themselves more than just beings blessed with a beautiful complexion and magnificent wings. Thankful for their salvation in their new found home and more than willing to do their part in gratitude, the three sisters would step up to become the next Harpies Three. Of course, with Ramera and Anora both being older than Clo and a slight more mature, they became guardians of the city first. Clo continued her growth until she too was offered a position among her sisters and she fell into the role with pride.

For a time they lived and thrived. Splitting their shift into three with Ramera in the morning, Anora in the evening and Clo at night, the three would work tirelessly as the first line of defense against the threat of the living and the dead alike. They excelled as Harpies and would have continued to do so... if not for the unexpected twist of fate.

The arrival of two children changed everything and would be the spark that would ignite several years of turmoil for Paradise. In short, a combined force of two raiding parties with numbers in the hundreds would converge on the city and wage a war against Paradise and her peoples. The conflict was a brutal and long one and would culminate in a three day siege, a battle that would would see the death of many who called Paradise their home. Ravenia herself would be captured and tortured only to return with their leader's severed head. To make matters worse, the other major antagonist to take part in this war would turn out to be none other than Clo's father, Cypher Vale. Their meeting would be a turning point in her life and his last words would leave her... searching.

Clo would eventually leave Paradise after the war's end and would spend the next five years wandering the dead world looking for answers.

:.The Proud.:
formerly The Third Harpy

:.A Glorious Gift.:
Clo can control one very important aspect of inanimate objects: Time. All objects within close proximity of her (a distance of 5 feet from her outstretched arm) can be pushed forward or backwards on it's own timeline. For example if one were to throw a lemon at her head, once the object is within range, she can push it's timeline forward and cause it to begin to decompose until there is nothing left. As everyone is birthed and eventually dies, so too does matter. When in direct contact with an object, she can see it's past, where it's been, who's handled it, etc. However glimpses into the future are fuzzy at best as it is every changing. Clo's gift does not effect living beings, animals or the living dead neither can she travel forwards or backwards in time.

Having spent time training this gift over the last five years, she's developed the ability to "pulse" her time manipulation. A single wave of time dilation that travels outward from the center of her body with a maximum range of 10 feet. She can only do this once per day but all non-biological objects within the area of effect fall under the same rules of time manipulation as above.

:.What I Have On Me.:
9mm Pistol (No ammo)
Sword
Ceremonial Sword
Pack containing food, water and various other tools necessary for survival.

:.Who I Know.:
Ravenia Rose
"She was... probably still is the leader of Paradise. We'd call her "Mother". Not entirely sure why but that's just how things were when I arrived and I never bothered to ask you know? It never really bothered me. In fact, when I think about it now, it made me... happy. I never knew my mother and Ravenia was the one to step into that role for me... for everyone. Sounds fucking stupid I know but... like I said. I was happy."

Ramera Whiting
"The light that always pointed home when I'd wandered too far... and I did that a lot mind you. And I don't mean just out into the fucking waste like an idiot. I did that too but I mean as a person. When I'd forget myself or forget the people around me. Forget that I had a family, a mother, a sister, people looking up to me. She'd remind me that I was no longer a child alone who had to look out for myself. That I was a girl growing into a woman who would be called upon to guide others. It was a lot to ask at times and when I was originally given the opportunity to be a Harpy I didn't quite understand. But it was because of Ramera and herself that I finally decided to step up. And of course she'd remind that she loved me. I needed that."

Anora Whiting
"So when I'd finally find my way home following Ramera's light, there was the warmth of home that made me stay. Maybe it was because we were both the younger sisters in our little trio but Anora was always there to comfort me when I'd gone and done something stupid. Ramera would play the older sister, scold me, teach me, loving me in her own way as any older sister should. Anora would be there to... fucking analogies: If I'd fallen, Ramera would tell me why so It wouldn't happen again. Anora would be the one to catch me. She was warm, loving, selfless. Together they were the embodiment of the kind of person I wanted to become."

:.Blood.:
Cypher Vale
"My father. A bitter sweet reunion is the result of his assault on Paradise. He was different than I imagined him to be I guess... Well besides wanting to kill everyone I once knew and loved, he just... looked different. I don't know, in my mind's eye I saw someone else. Then again when I think about it, I could almost see myself in his own. Anyways our meeting was brief. It was the middle of a siege after all and he'd been wounded by one of his own. He was just lying there against a rock, back turned to the others and his eyes on my home and I remember that there was this... sullen look in his eyes. Then he saw me and... he just... he just stared for the longest time. Didn't say a thing like he was thinking of something or trying to accept... everything. Then he said some shit. Stupid mother f-...

He's dead now. I think he's dead now."

:.Behind The Scenes.:
Clo's wing is usually tucked neatly behind her back and secured there via leather straps. In this way they can be concealed and make mobility a much simper task for her. A single button, when undone, will release the wing from it's confines and allow some flight and added dexterity.

Clo's Undead kill count is in the hundreds. 326 to be exact. Clo's kill count for the living (was living) is 11. It's climbing at a steady pace as she continues her search.

The left side of Clo's body is covered in some parts by burn marks. They become heavier as they travel down her arm to her hand. Most of these marks are now covered in tattoos and those are covered by her armor. It's one of the reasons she only wears a gauntlet over her left hand. There is also a slight bump along the blade of her shoulder where her destroyed left wing was amputated.

Preferred method of transportation is her motorbike. She doesn't like cars or anything confining for that matter with the exception of the straps holding down her wing.

[VioletRose]

@Exit
Of course Clo is accepted.
Move it to the character page, just put it in a hider, please.

[VioletRose]

@Angel Eyes
What do you think of @13Nightingale cs?

Harpies were originally only intended to be indigenous to PL.
The only known case of a Harpy to be outside of PL was Clo. I don't know how I feel about another one outside of the walls.

Even though we considered the thoughtime of more.
Hmmm.

[13Nightingale]

Oh, sorry. I can definitely change that if it's an issue. I just thought it would be an interesting backstory, but it's no problem for me if it doesn't work.

[VioletRose]

@13Nightingale
It is a very interesting story.
Don't change it just yet.

I want to get Angel's insight on it first!

[13Nightingale]

Okay! I'm just looking forward to roleplaying with everybody :D

[OoTrillionoO]

I'll get something up for Ramera hopefully sooner rather than later.

I guess since Clo got a new image Ramera will have to as well, here's what I'm thinking:

Hider

(Seriously though, it's hard to find chicks with metal wings)

Also, shoutout to Exit for telling me about this, even if I'm a week late to the party.

[pyroman]

@OoTrillionoOconfirmed pic of Ramera

[OoTrillionoO]

Ramera confirmed kidnapped by the New Neo-Nazis and turned into a cyborg slave, soon to be their newest tool to overthrow paradise.

(haha, I really wanna do that now)

[VioletRose]

@OoTrillionoO
*intense screaming*

[VioletRose]

Hi frand!
:D

[OoTrillionoO]

*Violent mating call sounds*
Hi

[VioletRose]

@OoTrillionoO
Oh my God.
This is the best.

I'm so glad you're back and I can't wait for Ramera either!
Yaaas

[OoTrillionoO]

While you're here... If Ramera was kidnapped and turned into a cyborg that'd be too much of a stretch, right?
(Don't take this too seriously, when I brain-storm I consider all of the craziest ideas, it's a good habit I've developed. :P)

[VioletRose]

Yes, yes it would be.

[OoTrillionoO]

Yes, yes it would be.

@VioletRose

Haha... yeah, I thought so.