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Hello! This is Buzzingbee! I used to be on here as BuzzBee but I had some trouble. I had issues in real life that made me go off for a while and then when I was going to come back on, passwords, emails, etc were forgotten and lost. xD But I'm back and ready to jump into where I left off!

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Name (& pronunciation): Akiva Cracan (A-Key-Va)
Age: 24
Place of Birth: The Village of Tumina
Gender: Female
Species/Racial Origin: Mage, with a focus on shape-shifting spells
Social Class/Community Status: Warrior
Language: English, knows some of the ancient language of her people
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: Comes from a long lineage of proud warriors both mother and father included.
Physical Description

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Dark brown
Limb Dexterity: Right handed
Detailed Physical Description: A bit muscular, swift, graceful. Has a couple scars from past fights. Built more for close range combat than long range due to her eyes being just slightly weak.
Typical Clothing/Equipment: Usually wears a white cloak with a gambeson for protection.







Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: Proud, friendly, bold, adventurous, competitive
Skills/Talents: Spear fighting, spell casting, fist fighting, climbing
Likes: Trying new things, a challenge, warm days, spicy food, drinking
Dislikes: The cold, water, bugs
Goals/Ambitions: To become captain of her village's warriors.
Strengths: Close combat, taking on change, thinking outside the box
Weaknesses: Her temper, water (can't swim and too afraid to try), long range sight
Fears: Drowning
Hobbies/Interests: Cooking, listening to/reading stories
Philosophy of Life: Take everything head on
Attitude Toward Death: It's inevitable
Beliefs: Believes in the protection of her ancestors and the strength of her people
Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience: Receiving a bad injury after being pushed into a river and nearly drowning.
Education/Special Training: Spearfighting, spellcasting (shapeshifting specific)
Place/Type of Residence: Shared home with the rest of her immediate family, The Desert of Kilerth, Villager of Tumina.
Occupation: Warrior
Thanks! I'll start throwing my characters together then
Sure!
Not at all :) Go ahead! I'll probably start working on a rough outline of mine
Hello! Sorry I didn't make it anything fancy xD

So, any ideas plot wise? I'm kind of thinking of making either a human and mage or a half-elf and mage for my characters. But I want to kinda try and figure out the world first before I make any decisions lol I also might just say screw it and add more characters for side characters xD

Should it be a random team up of sorts? Like they all happen to be in the same area when a village is attacked (whether they live there or are just passing through) and perhaps they're the only ones that survive it?
Or it could be something more organized. Perhaps an alliance forming between kingdoms brings them together if they're all of high rank and there's something they have to go take care of? An evil force or threat of some kind.

Just throwing out a few ideas :D I'm pretty open to anything
Penelope had to get one stab at her in xD
Penelope clenched her jaw as Elizabeth gawked at her. She hardly considered her scar a flaw. After all, it had never held her back aside, perhaps, from the memories attached to it. Of course, the brutal words didn't just stop there. As the noblewoman claimed at no man would want to marry her, it took every bit of willpower to keep herself from saying just how wrong she was. Not only did she had a man wanting to marry her but he had given up everything for her and had taken a sword for her on top of it all. She wasn't one to gloat about such things but by the gods, this woman made her want to.

She was about to snap back at the woman when she suddenly felt someone take her hand beneath the table. Not expecting the touch, she tensed up only to relax slightly as she realized that it was Crow. The knight let out a subtle breath and laced their fingers together as she took his hand in hers. Penelope was appreciative of the gesture, especially with how worked up she was feeling. The knight had already felt uneasy about what could possibly occur between the two due to Liz's attempts to get 'alone time' with the viceroy. While her attempts to tear Penelope down didn't make that feeling worse or better, it certainly added a feeling rage to the mix.

Of course, she wasn't able to gain much composure since in the next moment, Liz ventured onto get Crow's support. Penelope stiffened slightly, disliking how hopeful she seemed about him agreeing. Luckily Crow shot her down with a fury that nearly made the knight sit up a bit straighter. She had already known he didn't care about her scars, but at the moment it was just nice to hear him state so out loud. The only thing that made it better was that Liz seemed caught off guard from his reaction. For a moment Penelope thought it was enough to end Liz's merciless remarks. Apparently she was wrong as the noblewoman took one last dig at her appearance.

Having been dragged through the mud enough by this woman, Penelope shot her a cold glare. "Aside from that, you should be more concerned about yourself than me. Your personality is certainly much more dreadful than any of my scars ever could be." she snapped coldly. The knight wanted to storm off but she had a feeling that was exactly what Liz wanted. So, powering through, she grab Crow's hand a small squeeze trying to reassure herself as her gaze shifted away as a servant arrived with her food. In a foul mood because of Elizabeth, she gave him a curt word of thanks and began to dig into her breakfast, wanting to stuff her mouth before she said anything else to the other noblewoman.
OH my god she is xD

Penelope's fuming now
Penelope gave a small nod as Crow answered her. Her gaze immediately shifted over to Lix as the other noblewoman touched her hand to his arm with words that came off as a bit suggestive to the knight. She bit her tongue to keep from snorting and shifted her gaze away looking for one of the servants to bring her food. Though she normally wasn't in a rush to eat, she wanted to have something to keep her from snapping at the arrogant and bold noblewoman across from her. Unfortunately, since she just sat down, her food likely wouldn't be arriving for a while.

Her gaze flickered back over to Liz as she yet again insisted on spending time with him. Catching the way she leaned forward against the table, the knight dung her nails into the palm of her hand underneath the table, feeling herself growing a bit tense. It was infuriating to watch the way Liz acted and having to keep her mouth shut was even more difficult. If they didn't have to hide their relationship, then this situation would have been a lot more simple. The knight forced herself to look away from the two, attempting to glance around the Great Hall as if she was bored.

However that didn't last long as Liz suddenly addressed her. The knight looked at her, narrowing her gaze slightly with suspicion as she noticed the mischievous look that crossed her features. She still wasn't prepared for her next words though. As Liz made a rather nasty comment about her scar, Penelope curled her lip at the other woman. "Excuse me?" she growled.

"I was just curious." Liz said with innocence that Penelope knew was fake. "I mean, you seem to have good skin aside from that awful thing.... Have you ever considered trying to hide it with a touch of makeup?" A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "It'd probably do you wonders."

The knight was seething. She usually didn't care what other people thought of her scars. Most of them she bore with pride and the few ones that she didn't—the ones she had gotten from the mercenaries while trying to get the staff—certainly didn't make her ashamed of her appearance. However, she had never had someone bold enough to say such things directly to her face. "I don't see any reason to hide my scar and I certainly don't find it as awful as you claim." she growled firmly, struggling to keep a grip on her anger.
Sure! Always up for a good fantasy rp
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