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Defiance

~ 𝐹𝒶𝓊𝓋𝑒 ~

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Name: Fauve.

Species: Human in appearance. Her human side came from her mother, her other side was taken from her unidentified father who is of a yet unnamed race. Even though her father’s species looks human and thus didn’t change Fauve’s physical appearance from that of human, the inhuman abilities he handed down to her are well and truly apparent.

Age: Who the hell knows? Probably in her late teens to early twenties, there abouts, but she never bothered to keep track. Neither does she give a damn.

Gender: Female... normally.

Appearance: Straight shoulder-length dirty-blond hair, supple fair skin, green eyes. She is just under 5' 5" with a petite build and perfectly proportioned attributes. She may be pretty as all damnation, but her presentation is kinda messed up because she doesn’t normally go much on bothering to maintain her appearance.

I'll leave the clothing out at this time, because it will vary a lot through the RP.

Occupation: Haha, well here’s a funny thought! Let’s just call her a thief, a murderer, and a filthy little penny scrounging whore. Her dignity as any decent form of human has long since fled the premises.


Personality

1. Acts a lot on impulse and never usually derives much or any remorse from any acts that may appear wrong from another person’s standpoint, or even her own. She also lacks manners. Most people might be so inclined to call her a feral lowlife.

2. Her main goal in life is survival, and will pretty much do whatever it takes to stay on top of things.

3. She loves valuable items, and like I aimed to mention beforehand, doesn't hesitate to steal or sell another shred of her humanity if the opportunity presents itself and serves her gain well enough.

4. She barely has any acquaintances and she doesn’t have any friends and doesn’t feel the need to gain any, because she doesn’t at all care for the maintenance involved and considers most people stupid or pathetic in one way or another. She’s pretty much a loner, no other way to put it, but this doesn't mean that she’s shy, as she’s actually quite sure of herself and confident in doing what she needs to do, just that she doesn't particularly care for anyone outside of her own world.

Weapons

She has a particular fondness for throwing knives she learned to use at a carnival she was a part of earlier in life. They’re the only weapon she keeps on her person at all times, and has an uncanny knack for hitting her target from a good distance off.

Because of other abilities soon to be mentioned in the magic section of this sheet, her other weapons of choice are unnecessary and transient to her possession some of the time. When wanted or needed her other weapons of choice consist of whatever she might pick up on her tramp through life. Over time she’s become fairly proficient at using more convenient types: Knives, daggers, short swords. Things like that. They seem to suite her way of getting things done than the more cumbersome variety like bows and broadswords, which are a little too big for her anyway. She will also just use whatever other item might be laying around if she feels the need for variation or fun. Ultimately, she’ll simply just upgrade current weapons with a new one if a weapon of more value or efficiency turns up. A lot of the time she’ll disregard the weapon she has just because she got bored with it hanging around. She prefers to travel light as possible.


Magic/Talent

Manipulation, specifically Metamorphosis: Not to be confused with shapeshifting! Because it’s not. This particular type of metamorphosis was handed down from her father’s side and allows Fauve the ability to manipulate any aspect of her biology: limbs, bones, hair, gender etc. She cannot alter her form into that of another species or an inanimate object or anything like that, but she can alter her physical size to an extent or cause her bones to elongate into weapons or change arms into legs, and other similar things like that. Most of these changes can only be sustained for short duration's of time and said duration's differ with the type of change.

She wasn’t aware of this gift for a lot of her life. She stumbled upon it by accident during a scuffle with another thief a few years ago and since then has managed to train herself in using the ability at times she deems it necessary to. She tends not use this gift unless she absolutely has to, because it can cause her a considerable amount of discomfort and sometimes even pain. Fortunately, she does have a higher than normal pain threshold and can conceal her pain quite well.

Hand in hand with this is the ability to heal faster than a normal human. For a wound created by an external force that might normally take a week or so to heal, will only take a few hours for Fauve.

Other abilities

She’s understandably a spry and wiry little thing, allowing her to run fast and jump fairly far and high and have more physical strength than an average girl of her size. That’s not to say she’s supernatural in this area, but the average person is going to have a hell of time keeping up with her.

Background

Well, let’s see here…. Fauve’s an illegitimate child, and by illegitimate I mean she was the product of a cheating husband and the local nightwalker in the town of her birth. She never met her father, or maybe he was never told about her. Her harlot mother raised her for a few years before getting sick of the little terror hanging around. From there she was pushed around from adopting family to abusive male ‘care givers’ to travelling carnivals until she finally had enough and took off on her own in her early teens. After that she pretty much scaled the land making a nuisance of herself by all the already mentioned means. She’s very smart but on account of her unstable upbringing and the many abusive men in her childhood, she holds a lot resentment towards people and pretty much life in general.

Other: Since food preferences seem to be the order of the day, I'll just go ahead and say Grapes, particularly the darker varieties.

Salutations, mortals.

Hi there, and welcome to the Guild!

Hello

Happy to see you here too, olen! Welcome :)

Introductions

Welcome to the forum, Bacchus! Hope you have fun :)

Hiiii!

I mostly RP'd on other sites however so I'm not too familiar with how everything is supposed to go around here, the 'Interest Checks' bit still confuses me a bit (is that where we apply to join? Or is that just where we put a thread saying 'Hey, I made this/am planning to make this, please check it out and tell me your thoughts'?)

@Dartbored Fairy

Welcome to the Guild, Dart!

I think mostly, the interest check system is what it says it is, a place for those who have an idea to find out if others would be interested in participating, or to maybe just feel out how popular an idea might be before going ahead and creating the RP.

Anyway, I'm sure you'll figure things out for yourself. Have fun!

Retribution [The Legend of Colt Clementine]

HAHAHA!

Now I'm guessing you're gonna blame the last five posts on Guild error, But me, I'm just gonna go ahead and believe you wanted to hug me five times! It's enough to get a girl all hot flustered. :3

Speaking of related matters! I'm gonna suggest that you go ahead and save all your IC posts to your PC (if you haven't already done so), just in the case this site crashes and all our work is erased. BECAUSE NOTHING LIKE THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED BEFORE IN THE HISTORY OF THE GUILD!

Btw, if the error page comes up after posting a reply, it doesn't mean shit, apparently. It happened when I posted yesterday, but I found when I opened a separate tab that it had actually posted. I’m not saying it will happen like this every time, but taking this precaution prevented me from making five un-liked IC posts instead of just one! ;-; (I can't help being sensitive about this and refuse to blame it on Guild error despite present circumstances suggesting otherwise! XD). In any case, I'm just gonna go ahead and slap you by liking all your five hugs, if you don't mind at all.

Retribution [The Legend of Colt Clementine]

It's fine! :3 so long as you refrain from taking any undue liberties with my character, which you haven't, then I'm happy! You're doing really good in my view.

The only issue I have at present is getting a chance to even make a post, or sign into this site for that matter. Looks like the Guild is playing an unfairly loaded game of Russian roulette in these regards. Anyway, I actually managed to make a post today, so sweet! I'm hoping the issue will be fixed soon - It's infuriating! I need a hug XD

Retribution [The Legend of Colt Clementine]

Jack was aware of Reuben’s approach first. His brisk trot became a little offbeat, he grunted and shot a blast of air from his nostrils, informing Abigail of the soon-to-have company. She tensed a little inwardly, keeping her cool facade, not even looking back while continuing on her path, now listening at the sound of the horse and rider closing in from behind.

It wasn’t obviously Reuben, but whoever it was didn’t pose any immediate threat, since Jack would have reacted differently had he picked up on any reason for further warning. He was intuitive like that. Still, she did take the precaution of placing one hand on her Colt until Reuben strode up alongside and made his identity known. He immediately started yacking. Apparently, a little travel time gets his tongue to wagging more than what was fitting for a man of his stature. Nevertheless, the man had done himself a little physical upkeep since she’d viewed him last, the trimming of his beard being one of those things. He wasn’t half bad looking to be honest about it and, in contempt of his grooming, managed to keep his ruggedly masculine appeal.

– Life was funny like that. Despite what Jacob Manning and his gang had done to her and her family, Abigail hadn’t lost her physical attraction for men, especially those a little on the older, rugged side. In fact, in some peculiar way, that traumatizing experience may have even had an influence on the contrary to what one might expect. Not that she’d ever be willing to tell anybody that, or even admit it to herself –

She eased back on Jack, allowing Reuben and herself to keep an easier pace together, but she gave Reuben no more than a nod and a fleeting glance to acknowledge his presence. Otherwise she didn’t respond, not so much as an expression to break her cool, that was until he happened to mention the dark stranger he had seen earlier –

Her complexion paled a touch, lips parted slightly, eyes widened. It wasn’t too dramatic, maybe no more than the look of someone who just realized they left the stove burning before leaving the house that morning. It would have however been enough for Reuben to take note of her concern. Oddly enough, she avoided remarking on Reuben’s query, instead reverting to a former topic he had passed by. Her facial expression relaxed to its former cool state as she spoke:

“I waited just out of town till the sun was clear up. Had myself a tad issue prevent'n me from wait'n at a more convenient placing.” She gives Reuben a portioned smile. “Good to see you had no problem track’n me along this single path.” Inspecting Reuben’s mare genially for a moment, she adds; “Jack still has his stud danglers about him, so I’m guess’n he might try mounting that fine gal of yours at some point.” She laughed real lightly, possibly amused by her own stroke of humor. “In any case, I’m glad you made it. Bout time a man had his own balls in tack enough to make an effort under these circumstances. Shows suitable poise in my book.”

Regardless of her banter and persistent cool demeanor, Reuben’s mentioning of the dark stranger had not escaped her thoughts. She inevitably returned to the topic, bit her lip for a second, then shifted a disquisitive glance in Reuben’s general direction.

“I ain’t gonna sully the truth of the matter, I know I’m at a sweet age and not too bad to be look’n at for any man. Gal like me riding alone as I have, it’s bound to attract a hot blooded stalker or two along the way. Don’t let it worry you none at all.” The fact that she was holding back information, yet wasn't at all intimidated by Reuben's blunt interest, may have been evident by her following inquisition;

“Did he have himself a riffle - hat seen well more than its fair share of use?”

While she’s asking the question, Abigail Kate drew a pocket size bottle of whisky from her saddlebag and extended it to Reuben. “Since I’m doubt'n we’ll be making it to the next town before nightfall and we will no doubt be required to set up camp out here - and see’n you’re highly unlikely to be using my prime body for comfort at this point - I’ve taken it upon myself to provide a different variety of sleep’n aid for ya.” Strapped with string to the bottle was a crisp hundred dollar bill. “I’ll be give’n ya the rest of the payment once the job is done.”

Retribution [The Legend of Colt Clementine]

Sounds great! Glad it's turning out for you :)

Don't worry too much. I don't mind waiting and don't like pressure, so it's fine! Just make it worth the wait or I'll scale the earth hunting you down and castrate you! No pressure at all XD

But really you're doing very good. I'm happy you're my partner!

Retribution [The Legend of Colt Clementine]

It's a little strange, usually go with sci-fi, but it isn't something I usually read. I think I like writing it because it tends to have less boundaries in a what-could-be-possible standpoint. I usually prefer comedy when writing too, so a mix of both, but comedy is probably the hardest thing to pull off satisfactorily (Douglas Adams is basically my hero when it comes to comedy). How about yourself?