In my fair opinion this is already too cluttered, and I'd advise to stop rolling secondary characters for a while, at least magical girl ones.
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<Snipped quote by kusanagifire>
Lies, lies and slander.
Accelerator is pure jackassery powerdrunk emo biblethumper Barney the Dinosaur badass.
Name: Mona, although she has renounced her name.
Code Name: Known as "Wraith" by Amestris.
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Wraith is a rather shapely slim woman with a dancer's physique. Her face is oval-shaped and she has full lips and rather expressive eyelashes. She, like all Ishvalians, has red eyes and tan skin, and a mane of wavy black hair that goes past down her shoulder. She usually wears baggy trousers, a shirt and a sash, and she is also covered in a cloak and crude iron mask most of the time. She has a large scar in her belly and navel, which rendered her barren.
Rank: Rogue Ishvalan Alchemist
Personality: Wraith is ruthless and cynical, almost as if always in perpetual anger. She hates authorities, and State Alchemists above all else. Untrustworthy by default, she shuns social interaction most of the time, and makes diplomacy by intimidation. However, she has a hidden gentle side to her, which only shows to fellow Ishvalans and children. For them, she even allows herself to show her skill in dancing and singing to lighten up the mood. Perceptive people can tell that her ruthlessness stems from insecurities and helplessness in the past.
Bio/History: Mona was born as an Ishvalan, a pariah among the Amestrian people, and a descendant of survivors of the massacre long ago. Even though she was rather in the bottom of the proverbial barrel, Mona showed a rather sunny aptitude and unbridled optimism, and with her dances and songs lifted the spirits of the broken Ishvalan people.
Mona realized she had a special talent. Something she needed to share to the entire world, and thus she sought out to perfect her dancing and singing. She diligently trained under Ishvalan monks to improver her posture, overall fitness and breathing. She also learnt to read and write, in order to quickly memorize and catalog all the songs she could. She even learnt to play a little harp to accompany her voice. All for her big debut as street performer. Surely, Amestrian hearts would warm up a little and offer some pity for her fellow Ishvalans.
It didn't work as intended, but not for the lack of trying. There was far too much indiference and xenophobia among the society, and Mona couldn't get further than becoming an underpaid singer in one of the many shady bars of Central City. She took notice a particular patron, named Albert, came to her bar to hear sing every single night. Surely, that was the reason, because the drinks were less than desirable in that place. But what caught her attention was the sorrow expression he always wore, that her song barely managed to lift.
It was she who made the first move, a genuine act of kindness, a shoulder nudge on him after her show, what prompted the relationship. Albert was a State Alchemist wannabe, who couldn't get past the exam no matter how many times he tried. He told her he wanted to help the world, but it was difficult to do so. Mona felt kinship towards the Amestrian, and resolved to help him cheer up everytime. Eventually, the two became acquaintances, and even lovers, and it wasn't strange Mona performed in private for Albert to cheer up.
Being a curious, outgoing person, Mona soon also took interest in Alchemy, the forbidden art she had been vehemently talked against by her elders. But Mona was still naive, and she thought that hearing more sides to the story would increase her wisdom. Asking Ishvala for forgiveness, she even started helping Albert with his studies from a more hands on approach, telling herself the end would surely justify the trangression.
Turns out, she was a much better Alchemist than Albert. The fact was a point of grief for both, as Mona saw it as a curse. Ishvalans were never meant to be this good at something taboo, and Albert resented the fact a street singer was more talented than him. However, Mona just resolved to keep that a secret, and only support Albert from the shadows. Both stood strong in their resolve, and Albert even declared his intention to form a family with Mona. However, Mona felt there was something worrying Albert, clawing him from the inside out.
She found it all too late, when Albert managed to secure his State Alchemist position. In a fit of jealousy and zeal towards Amestris, she half beat Mona, and the child she was carrying in her belly to death, only to tell she had to be disposed of. State Alchemists must set a better example for the world, and for that, sacrifices and compromises had to be made.
Just like her life. Agonizing from internal hemorrhages, Mona panicked. She didn't want to lose her little baby, even though Albert wanted to kill her. She wanted her child to live first and foremost. She searched in her memories. And taboos were broken. Human transmutation was performed, with a circle made of her own blood.
And a price was paid.
"Welcome, you foolish woman." was what the voice of Ishvala said, as a gate of shadows ripped her unborn baby and womb from her.
The Toll of the Gate.
In exchange, Knowledge.
Albert stared horrified at his would be wife, his eyes flabbergasted. He cowered. He fell to his knees.
"What ...did you do?...WHAT DID YOU DO!?"
And she clapped her hands. And a swarm of daggers ripped the betrayer. Mona died.
Wraith was born.
Special Skills: Clapping Alchemy, Ishvalan Martial Arts, Fast-Learning.
Techniques: - Dancing Alchemy / Feet Clapping Alchemy. Since she's a dancer and a martial artist, she can use her feet as hand substitute in performing transmutations.
Research: The Truth about Ishval and Alchemy
Equipment: A sash with her own diary and notes, pen, and a little harp. Also her iron mask.
Other: Accomplished dancer, harp player and singer.
Code Name: Known as "Wraith" by Amestris.
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Wraith is a rather shapely slim woman with a dancer's physique. Her face is oval-shaped and she has full lips and rather expressive eyelashes. She, like all Ishvalians, has red eyes and tan skin, and a mane of wavy black hair that goes past down her shoulder. She usually wears baggy trousers, a shirt and a sash, and she is also covered in a cloak and crude iron mask most of the time. She has a large scar in her belly and navel, which rendered her barren.
Rank: Rogue Ishvalan Alchemist
Personality: Wraith is ruthless and cynical, almost as if always in perpetual anger. She hates authorities, and State Alchemists above all else. Untrustworthy by default, she shuns social interaction most of the time, and makes diplomacy by intimidation. However, she has a hidden gentle side to her, which only shows to fellow Ishvalans and children. For them, she even allows herself to show her skill in dancing and singing to lighten up the mood. Perceptive people can tell that her ruthlessness stems from insecurities and helplessness in the past.
Bio/History: Mona was born as an Ishvalan, a pariah among the Amestrian people, and a descendant of survivors of the massacre long ago. Even though she was rather in the bottom of the proverbial barrel, Mona showed a rather sunny aptitude and unbridled optimism, and with her dances and songs lifted the spirits of the broken Ishvalan people.
Mona realized she had a special talent. Something she needed to share to the entire world, and thus she sought out to perfect her dancing and singing. She diligently trained under Ishvalan monks to improver her posture, overall fitness and breathing. She also learnt to read and write, in order to quickly memorize and catalog all the songs she could. She even learnt to play a little harp to accompany her voice. All for her big debut as street performer. Surely, Amestrian hearts would warm up a little and offer some pity for her fellow Ishvalans.
It didn't work as intended, but not for the lack of trying. There was far too much indiference and xenophobia among the society, and Mona couldn't get further than becoming an underpaid singer in one of the many shady bars of Central City. She took notice a particular patron, named Albert, came to her bar to hear sing every single night. Surely, that was the reason, because the drinks were less than desirable in that place. But what caught her attention was the sorrow expression he always wore, that her song barely managed to lift.
It was she who made the first move, a genuine act of kindness, a shoulder nudge on him after her show, what prompted the relationship. Albert was a State Alchemist wannabe, who couldn't get past the exam no matter how many times he tried. He told her he wanted to help the world, but it was difficult to do so. Mona felt kinship towards the Amestrian, and resolved to help him cheer up everytime. Eventually, the two became acquaintances, and even lovers, and it wasn't strange Mona performed in private for Albert to cheer up.
Being a curious, outgoing person, Mona soon also took interest in Alchemy, the forbidden art she had been vehemently talked against by her elders. But Mona was still naive, and she thought that hearing more sides to the story would increase her wisdom. Asking Ishvala for forgiveness, she even started helping Albert with his studies from a more hands on approach, telling herself the end would surely justify the trangression.
Turns out, she was a much better Alchemist than Albert. The fact was a point of grief for both, as Mona saw it as a curse. Ishvalans were never meant to be this good at something taboo, and Albert resented the fact a street singer was more talented than him. However, Mona just resolved to keep that a secret, and only support Albert from the shadows. Both stood strong in their resolve, and Albert even declared his intention to form a family with Mona. However, Mona felt there was something worrying Albert, clawing him from the inside out.
She found it all too late, when Albert managed to secure his State Alchemist position. In a fit of jealousy and zeal towards Amestris, she half beat Mona, and the child she was carrying in her belly to death, only to tell she had to be disposed of. State Alchemists must set a better example for the world, and for that, sacrifices and compromises had to be made.
Just like her life. Agonizing from internal hemorrhages, Mona panicked. She didn't want to lose her little baby, even though Albert wanted to kill her. She wanted her child to live first and foremost. She searched in her memories. And taboos were broken. Human transmutation was performed, with a circle made of her own blood.
And a price was paid.
"Welcome, you foolish woman." was what the voice of Ishvala said, as a gate of shadows ripped her unborn baby and womb from her.
The Toll of the Gate.
In exchange, Knowledge.
Albert stared horrified at his would be wife, his eyes flabbergasted. He cowered. He fell to his knees.
"What ...did you do?...WHAT DID YOU DO!?"
And she clapped her hands. And a swarm of daggers ripped the betrayer. Mona died.
Wraith was born.
Special Skills: Clapping Alchemy, Ishvalan Martial Arts, Fast-Learning.
Techniques: - Dancing Alchemy / Feet Clapping Alchemy. Since she's a dancer and a martial artist, she can use her feet as hand substitute in performing transmutations.
Research: The Truth about Ishval and Alchemy
Equipment: A sash with her own diary and notes, pen, and a little harp. Also her iron mask.
Other: Accomplished dancer, harp player and singer.
I wouldn't say a thousand blades, but that's nit-picky, i like the story and I'll run with it! Accepted @AtomicNut
Well, i suppose that counting with all that much blood, home violence, and spilled cups of tea would be difficult. There, better?
Name: Mona, although she has renounced her name.
Code Name: Known as "Wraith" by Amestris.
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Wraith is a rather shapely slim woman with a dancer's physique. Her face is oval-shaped and she has full lips and rather expressive eyelashes. She, like all Ishvalians, has red eyes and tan skin, and a mane of wavy black hair that goes past down her shoulder. She usually wears baggy trousers, a shirt and a sash, and she is also covered in a cloak and crude iron mask most of the time. She has a large scar in her belly and navel, which rendered her barren.
Rank: Rogue Ishvalan Alchemist
Personality: Wraith is ruthless and cynical, almost as if always in perpetual anger. She hates authorities, and State Alchemists above all else. Untrustworthy by default, she shuns social interaction most of the time, and makes diplomacy by intimidation. However, she has a hidden gentle side to her, which only shows to fellow Ishvalans and children. For them, she even allows herself to show her skill in dancing and singing to lighten up the mood. Perceptive people can tell that her ruthlessness stems from insecurities and helplessness in the past.
Bio/History: Mona was born as an Ishvalan, a pariah among the Amestrian people, and a descendant of survivors of the massacre long ago. Even though she was rather in the bottom of the proverbial barrel, Mona showed a rather sunny aptitude and unbridled optimism, and with her dances and songs lifted the spirits of the broken Ishvalan people.
Mona realized she had a special talent. Something she needed to share to the entire world, and thus she sought out to perfect her dancing and singing. She diligently trained under Ishvalan monks to improver her posture, overall fitness and breathing. She also learnt to read and write, in order to quickly memorize and catalog all the songs she could. She even learnt to play a little harp to accompany her voice. All for her big debut as street performer. Surely, Amestrian hearts would warm up a little and offer some pity for her fellow Ishvalans.
It didn't work as intended, but not for the lack of trying. There was far too much indiference and xenophobia among the society, and Mona couldn't get further than becoming an underpaid singer in one of the many shady bars of Central City. She took notice a particular patron, named Albert, came to her bar to hear sing every single night. Surely, that was the reason, because the drinks were less than desirable in that place. But what caught her attention was the sorrow expression he always wore, that her song barely managed to lift.
It was she who made the first move, a genuine act of kindness, a shoulder nudge on him after her show, what prompted the relationship. Albert was a State Alchemist wannabe, who couldn't get past the exam no matter how many times he tried. He told her he wanted to help the world, but it was difficult to do so. Mona felt kinship towards the Amestrian, and resolved to help him cheer up everytime. Eventually, the two became acquaintances, and even lovers, and it wasn't strange Mona performed in private for Albert to cheer up.
Being a curious, outgoing person, Mona soon also took interest in Alchemy, the forbidden art she had been vehemently talked against by her elders. But Mona was still naive, and she thought that hearing more sides to the story would increase her wisdom. Asking Ishvala for forgiveness, she even started helping Albert with his studies from a more hands on approach, telling herself the end would surely justify the trangression.
Turns out, she was a much better Alchemist than Albert. The fact was a point of grief for both, as Mona saw it as a curse. Ishvalans were never meant to be this good at something taboo, and Albert resented the fact a street singer was more talented than him. However, Mona just resolved to keep that a secret, and only support Albert from the shadows. Both stood strong in their resolve, and Albert even declared his intention to form a family with Mona. However, Mona felt there was something worrying Albert, clawing him from the inside out.
She found it all too late, when Albert managed to secure his State Alchemist position. In a fit of jealousy and zeal towards Amestris, she half beat Mona, and the child she was carrying in her belly to death, only to tell she had to be disposed of. State Alchemists must set a better example for the world, and for that, sacrifices and compromises had to be made.
Just like her life. Agonizing from internal hemorrhages, Mona panicked. She didn't want to lose her little baby, even though Albert wanted to kill her. She wanted her child to live first and foremost. She searched in her memories. And taboos were broken. Human transmutation was performed, with a circle made of her own blood.
And a price was paid.
"Welcome, you foolish woman." was what the voice of Ishvala said, as a gate of shadows ripped her unborn baby and womb from her.
The Toll of the Gate.
In exchange, Knowledge.
Albert stared horrified at his would be wife, his eyes flabbergasted. He cowered. He fell to his knees.
"What ...did you do?...WHAT DID YOU DO!?"
And she clapped her hands. And a swarm of daggers ripped the betrayer. Mona died.
Wraith was born.
Special Skills: Clapping Alchemy, Ishvalan Martial Arts, Fast-Learning.
Techniques: - Dancing Alchemy / Feet Clapping Alchemy. Since she's a dancer and a martial artist, she can use her feet as hand substitute in performing transmutations.
Research: The Truth about Ishval and Alchemy
Equipment: A sash with her own diary and notes, pen, and a little harp. Also her iron mask.
Other: Accomplished dancer, harp player and singer.
Code Name: Known as "Wraith" by Amestris.
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Wraith is a rather shapely slim woman with a dancer's physique. Her face is oval-shaped and she has full lips and rather expressive eyelashes. She, like all Ishvalians, has red eyes and tan skin, and a mane of wavy black hair that goes past down her shoulder. She usually wears baggy trousers, a shirt and a sash, and she is also covered in a cloak and crude iron mask most of the time. She has a large scar in her belly and navel, which rendered her barren.
Rank: Rogue Ishvalan Alchemist
Personality: Wraith is ruthless and cynical, almost as if always in perpetual anger. She hates authorities, and State Alchemists above all else. Untrustworthy by default, she shuns social interaction most of the time, and makes diplomacy by intimidation. However, she has a hidden gentle side to her, which only shows to fellow Ishvalans and children. For them, she even allows herself to show her skill in dancing and singing to lighten up the mood. Perceptive people can tell that her ruthlessness stems from insecurities and helplessness in the past.
Bio/History: Mona was born as an Ishvalan, a pariah among the Amestrian people, and a descendant of survivors of the massacre long ago. Even though she was rather in the bottom of the proverbial barrel, Mona showed a rather sunny aptitude and unbridled optimism, and with her dances and songs lifted the spirits of the broken Ishvalan people.
Mona realized she had a special talent. Something she needed to share to the entire world, and thus she sought out to perfect her dancing and singing. She diligently trained under Ishvalan monks to improver her posture, overall fitness and breathing. She also learnt to read and write, in order to quickly memorize and catalog all the songs she could. She even learnt to play a little harp to accompany her voice. All for her big debut as street performer. Surely, Amestrian hearts would warm up a little and offer some pity for her fellow Ishvalans.
It didn't work as intended, but not for the lack of trying. There was far too much indiference and xenophobia among the society, and Mona couldn't get further than becoming an underpaid singer in one of the many shady bars of Central City. She took notice a particular patron, named Albert, came to her bar to hear sing every single night. Surely, that was the reason, because the drinks were less than desirable in that place. But what caught her attention was the sorrow expression he always wore, that her song barely managed to lift.
It was she who made the first move, a genuine act of kindness, a shoulder nudge on him after her show, what prompted the relationship. Albert was a State Alchemist wannabe, who couldn't get past the exam no matter how many times he tried. He told her he wanted to help the world, but it was difficult to do so. Mona felt kinship towards the Amestrian, and resolved to help him cheer up everytime. Eventually, the two became acquaintances, and even lovers, and it wasn't strange Mona performed in private for Albert to cheer up.
Being a curious, outgoing person, Mona soon also took interest in Alchemy, the forbidden art she had been vehemently talked against by her elders. But Mona was still naive, and she thought that hearing more sides to the story would increase her wisdom. Asking Ishvala for forgiveness, she even started helping Albert with his studies from a more hands on approach, telling herself the end would surely justify the trangression.
Turns out, she was a much better Alchemist than Albert. The fact was a point of grief for both, as Mona saw it as a curse. Ishvalans were never meant to be this good at something taboo, and Albert resented the fact a street singer was more talented than him. However, Mona just resolved to keep that a secret, and only support Albert from the shadows. Both stood strong in their resolve, and Albert even declared his intention to form a family with Mona. However, Mona felt there was something worrying Albert, clawing him from the inside out.
She found it all too late, when Albert managed to secure his State Alchemist position. In a fit of jealousy and zeal towards Amestris, she half beat Mona, and the child she was carrying in her belly to death, only to tell she had to be disposed of. State Alchemists must set a better example for the world, and for that, sacrifices and compromises had to be made.
Just like her life. Agonizing from internal hemorrhages, Mona panicked. She didn't want to lose her little baby, even though Albert wanted to kill her. She wanted her child to live first and foremost. She searched in her memories. And taboos were broken. Human transmutation was performed, with a circle made of her own blood.
And a price was paid.
"Welcome, you foolish woman." was what the voice of Ishvala said, as a gate of shadows ripped her unborn baby and womb from her.
The Toll of the Gate.
In exchange, Knowledge.
Albert stared horrified at his would be wife, his eyes flabbergasted. He cowered. He fell to his knees.
"What ...did you do?...WHAT DID YOU DO!?"
And she clapped her hands. And a swarm of daggers ripped the betrayer. Mona died.
Wraith was born.
Special Skills: Clapping Alchemy, Ishvalan Martial Arts, Fast-Learning.
Techniques: - Dancing Alchemy / Feet Clapping Alchemy. Since she's a dancer and a martial artist, she can use her feet as hand substitute in performing transmutations.
Research: The Truth about Ishval and Alchemy
Equipment: A sash with her own diary and notes, pen, and a little harp. Also her iron mask.
Other: Accomplished dancer, harp player and singer.
By the way, if anyone wants to make 1-on-1 conversations in the RP I recommend collaborating them through a shared document, like Titanpad, for example. That way we can spare the IC a bit of cluttering. Of course, it can also be used for making conversations between bigger groups if someone wants to go that crazy.
Let the YuriTide begin!
Estamos ja en tantas capas de ironia que esta conversacion huele a cebolla.
<Snipped quote by LaXnyd>
I figured, I just thought it was funny enough to try to make a joke of. Testing the waters of compatible humor by searching with a half finished joke.
Clearly my humor is lost among the foreigners. Or am I the foreigner in this situation? Yet another mystery. :P
WOW that came out a lot more... I can't think of a polite word for it, than I intended. Must be what I'm reading affecting my wording.
<Snipped quote by Yidhra>
Je ne parle pas francais.
Nor do I remember if I spelled it correctly.
I'm going to throw you in the worst hell imaginable.
Was thinking on adding Xingese Empire or Truth to the backstory, for spice. That's why I'm asking.
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