They were leagues away from the mountain-top village. Shiori couldn't even see the foreboding clouds that made their permanent home atop her home. A chill of dread and loneliness crept up her spine at being so far away from home for the first time. But she was a shinobi now, and if she wanted to continue down this path then she would have to endure a lot more. She'd have to endure a lot more than a bad-mouthing merchant, a rickety old wagon, rugged mountain roads, and the threat of ambushes. One day soon, she would have to join the war waged for so long by her family.
The horse slowed to a stop, shaking Shiori away from her thoughts. She stood up and peeked over Takada to see that they would have to traverse a mountain path. The path was incredibly narrow, not unlike the paths towards Yamamura. Those paths had been set there to be used for ambushes, and a tug in Shiori's gut informed her that an enemy might have just thought the same thing about this path. "Mr. Takada, we must venture with caution." Takada muttered a curse about having a stupid ninja escort him, but made the horse walk slowly nonetheless. Shiori, for her part, had a kunai out.
After a half an hour ride, Shiori saw them. She harshly whispered for Takada to stop, pointing towards the numerous traps set out to hinder their passage. The horse whinnied to a stop, his hoof an inch away from a wire. Shiori's gut had been right. She maneuvered herself to stand between whatever adversity was to befall them and the man she was ordered to protect. She took on a defensive stance, eyes watching her surroundings like a hawk. She was prepared to tap in to her supply of chakra and make use of the ninjutsus she was trained to master. She just needed to see her opponent.
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Call me Spencer not my real name. I'm 17 years old, from the Philippines, pansexual, a Journalism student, and a generally badass person, if I do say so myself.
I roleplay in any genre, as long as it's a plot that I'm interested in and can grasp easily. I mostly play females, but can sometimes play males. If you wanna 1x1, I really wanna do some fxf plots. :>
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Jfc, I'm so sorry I didn't get this up before. Anyway, where do you want to start?
And if it's no trouble, can you post your cs here too. :)
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Name: Brianna Aster Westerson
Age: 18
Appearance:
School Uniform (just the lady's clothes)
Personality:
Brianna is often seen as cold. She's distant to new people, and takes a long time to warm up to those around her. She's a serious, no nonesense person. She's a determined person who knows what she wants and will do everything she can to get it. She can be a bit harsh and insensitive in her actions.
Strengths:
» Smart
» Resourceful
» Honest
Flaws:
» Has trouble socializing
» Short-tempered
» Tactless
History:
Brianna is the only child of Marcus Westerson, a successful businessman and alumni of Browning High School. She grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth and was raised to look down on people. A lot of expectations are placed on her shoulders, and she never fails to deliver. She rules the Browning Student Council with an iron fist, much like she was raised to do. She's a stickler for rules and won't allow anyone to ruin anything in their utopia of a high school.
Misc:
Despite what her appearances may show, Brianna is a huge fan of metal music.
And if it's no trouble, can you post your cs here too. :)
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Name: Brianna Aster Westerson
Age: 18
Appearance:
School Uniform (just the lady's clothes)
Personality:
Brianna is often seen as cold. She's distant to new people, and takes a long time to warm up to those around her. She's a serious, no nonesense person. She's a determined person who knows what she wants and will do everything she can to get it. She can be a bit harsh and insensitive in her actions.
Strengths:
» Smart
» Resourceful
» Honest
Flaws:
» Has trouble socializing
» Short-tempered
» Tactless
History:
Brianna is the only child of Marcus Westerson, a successful businessman and alumni of Browning High School. She grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth and was raised to look down on people. A lot of expectations are placed on her shoulders, and she never fails to deliver. She rules the Browning Student Council with an iron fist, much like she was raised to do. She's a stickler for rules and won't allow anyone to ruin anything in their utopia of a high school.
Misc:
Despite what her appearances may show, Brianna is a huge fan of metal music.
Bumpety bump.
Elizabeth Fontaine
Beth opened her locker and grabbed her broom, all the while having a thoughtful look on her face. The Hufflepuff team had lost disastrously the previous year, and a small part of Beth blaimed herself for it. She'd been injured, forcing one of the less experienced Chasers take her position. "Yeah. We'll definitely win this year," she answered, a small bit of confidence coating her words. She had practiced almost every day during the break and made sure that she was in tip-top shape. She was one of the fastest in their team and she hoped to better herself soon. "But maybe it'd be wise to try and get a five goal lead this time, just to be safe." She let her broom rest in mid air as she put on her open fingered gloves and placed her bag inside her locker. She made a mental note to organize her locker the next time she had some free time.
Beth was just about to answer her friend's question when another person entered. It was Jasper, a seventh year and the current Seeker of their team. He was the fastest amongst them, and Beth knew that they could count on him to bring their house the victory this year. She offered him a friendly greeting, and as Jasper was about to offer his own, another figure approached them. Chuckling, Beth turned to Tessa. "Well we seem to have half the team here," she said, nodding towards their Keeper. "I'm still up for a race if you are."
She walked out to the field with her broom in hand. The sky was clear, a perfect day for flying. She hopped on her broom and kicked off, loving the feeling of the wind against her cheeks as she soared up. This kind of rush was something no ordinary muggle could experience, and Beth thanked Merlin that she was given the chance. Hovering at a remarkable height, she looked down to see Jasper kick off as well. He tossed her the Quaffle. She caught it with an expert hand and tucked it in her arm as she waited for Tessa.
Beth opened her locker and grabbed her broom, all the while having a thoughtful look on her face. The Hufflepuff team had lost disastrously the previous year, and a small part of Beth blaimed herself for it. She'd been injured, forcing one of the less experienced Chasers take her position. "Yeah. We'll definitely win this year," she answered, a small bit of confidence coating her words. She had practiced almost every day during the break and made sure that she was in tip-top shape. She was one of the fastest in their team and she hoped to better herself soon. "But maybe it'd be wise to try and get a five goal lead this time, just to be safe." She let her broom rest in mid air as she put on her open fingered gloves and placed her bag inside her locker. She made a mental note to organize her locker the next time she had some free time.
Beth was just about to answer her friend's question when another person entered. It was Jasper, a seventh year and the current Seeker of their team. He was the fastest amongst them, and Beth knew that they could count on him to bring their house the victory this year. She offered him a friendly greeting, and as Jasper was about to offer his own, another figure approached them. Chuckling, Beth turned to Tessa. "Well we seem to have half the team here," she said, nodding towards their Keeper. "I'm still up for a race if you are."
She walked out to the field with her broom in hand. The sky was clear, a perfect day for flying. She hopped on her broom and kicked off, loving the feeling of the wind against her cheeks as she soared up. This kind of rush was something no ordinary muggle could experience, and Beth thanked Merlin that she was given the chance. Hovering at a remarkable height, she looked down to see Jasper kick off as well. He tossed her the Quaffle. She caught it with an expert hand and tucked it in her arm as she waited for Tessa.
"Well, you're mistaken," Camael answered vehemently. Despite it, she lowered her weapon and allowed it to vanish into thin air. If Abaddon made a wrong move, Camael would just have to subdue him without her weapons. The demon was remaining peaceful, but Camael didn't trust him. Not one bit. Still, she allowed herself to move closer towards Abaddon while she kept a healthy distance between them. "The world will not burn," she announced, nodding her head as if to further solidify her point. "The Creator will not stand for it."
She shook her head at everything. "We're in the middle of a war, Abaddon. A war that you demons have started." Camael tilted her head slightly, attempting to catch the demon's eyes. "Tell me, why? Why do you seek chaos?"
She shook her head at everything. "We're in the middle of a war, Abaddon. A war that you demons have started." Camael tilted her head slightly, attempting to catch the demon's eyes. "Tell me, why? Why do you seek chaos?"
gah i have been trying to send a character here but the site was acting up. :/
Crew: needs the money for her college tuition
Name: Aster Paine
Gender: Female
Top 5 Traits that you have.
1) Observant
2) Hot-headed
3) Distrusting
4) Physically fit (does gymnastics and track and field)
5) quick learner
Crew: needs the money for her college tuition
Name: Aster Paine
Gender: Female
Top 5 Traits that you have.
1) Observant
2) Hot-headed
3) Distrusting
4) Physically fit (does gymnastics and track and field)
5) quick learner
Guys, please try and finish your character sheets soon. :)Thanks.
User Name: bittersweetsymphonia
Join Date: October 20, 2014
Join Date: October 20, 2014
The weather was the worst, with heavy rain pouring down the village. Despite the unfavourable condition, the Yamamura mine workers slaved away. Gold, silver, iron... All sorts of metal used by the country came from Yamamura, making their village one of the most prosperous around. They were far from the richest though, and as such, the miners were still forced to work day in and day out no matter the weather. The miners gathered the materials, and the traders made the trecherous hike down the mountain. That was where the Tetsume clan of ninjas came along.
"Shiori, are you sure you're prepared for this?" Ren Tetsume, the leader of the Tetsume clan and Shiori's father, asked, a concerned look marring his usually cold face. The huge warrior cared for very little except for his family and village, and his youngest child was his most beloved. To see her take up her very first mission as a ninja was something that truly horrified him. He'd worked hard to make sure that this event wouldn't happen for years, but he couldn't truly postpone it, especially when it was Shiori herself who wanted it.
Shiori, dressed in her Tetsume clothing, shot her fist to the air, a bright smile adorning her face. "I have never been as certain of anything in my life before. Allow me the opportunity to show you what I am capable of."
Seiji, the oldest of her brothers, patted the short girl's head affectionately, earning him an irritated growl from Shiori. Seiji ignored it and continued to say to their father, "Shiori has trained for years. She can handle a simple mission."
Ren, despite still deeming that situation awry, had no choice but to sigh. He knew he couldn't deny his daughter of something as this. No, he couldn't coddle his daughter. That would only drive her away and he didn't want that. "Very well," he grumbled.
A sharp and excited squeal filled the room next as Shiori jumped towards her father, engulfing the huge man in a hug. "Oh, great thanks, father!" she exclaimed, pure joy coating her features. Hee childish actions earned her affectionate smiles from the rest of her family. Their little Shiori was taking her first steps into becoming just like them. Shiori waved her goodbye to her father and brothers before heading out to find the man she was meant to protect.
The man was a middle aged trader who frequented the villages in the east. He was an abrasive and harsh man, someone Shiori used to avoid a lot whenever he was in the village, but for the sake of her very first mission, she had to bury her discomfort. She sucked in a deep breath, and greeted her charge. "Mr. Takada, shall we head out?"
Takada offered her a few choice curses before shouldering his bag filled with the materials he would sell. He took up his cane and headed out, leaving Shiori in his wake. With a sigh, Shiori followed, double checking her equipment all the while. She already had a bad feeling about her first mission.
"Shiori, are you sure you're prepared for this?" Ren Tetsume, the leader of the Tetsume clan and Shiori's father, asked, a concerned look marring his usually cold face. The huge warrior cared for very little except for his family and village, and his youngest child was his most beloved. To see her take up her very first mission as a ninja was something that truly horrified him. He'd worked hard to make sure that this event wouldn't happen for years, but he couldn't truly postpone it, especially when it was Shiori herself who wanted it.
Shiori, dressed in her Tetsume clothing, shot her fist to the air, a bright smile adorning her face. "I have never been as certain of anything in my life before. Allow me the opportunity to show you what I am capable of."
Seiji, the oldest of her brothers, patted the short girl's head affectionately, earning him an irritated growl from Shiori. Seiji ignored it and continued to say to their father, "Shiori has trained for years. She can handle a simple mission."
Ren, despite still deeming that situation awry, had no choice but to sigh. He knew he couldn't deny his daughter of something as this. No, he couldn't coddle his daughter. That would only drive her away and he didn't want that. "Very well," he grumbled.
A sharp and excited squeal filled the room next as Shiori jumped towards her father, engulfing the huge man in a hug. "Oh, great thanks, father!" she exclaimed, pure joy coating her features. Hee childish actions earned her affectionate smiles from the rest of her family. Their little Shiori was taking her first steps into becoming just like them. Shiori waved her goodbye to her father and brothers before heading out to find the man she was meant to protect.
The man was a middle aged trader who frequented the villages in the east. He was an abrasive and harsh man, someone Shiori used to avoid a lot whenever he was in the village, but for the sake of her very first mission, she had to bury her discomfort. She sucked in a deep breath, and greeted her charge. "Mr. Takada, shall we head out?"
Takada offered her a few choice curses before shouldering his bag filled with the materials he would sell. He took up his cane and headed out, leaving Shiori in his wake. With a sigh, Shiori followed, double checking her equipment all the while. She already had a bad feeling about her first mission.
Definitely interested!
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