Cleverbird

Night School *Looking for more players*

@loziTake a gander at the Characters tab and see what we have on offer~

𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼

I had a lot of fun making this! Especially the poster haha. Took a small liberty to add to the world in the form of Morvai Security. Because who doesnt love a corporate corrupted police force?

Hider

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𝙸 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚛

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Name: Jolie Taylor
Nicknames/Alias: "Jo", sometimes "Bombshell"
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 140 lbs
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Ethnicity: Caucasian
State: Michigan

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𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚎

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Appearance Details:
Jolie is a flamboyant dresser, enjoying the use of colorful accents mixed in between tactical gear such as body-armor. Her gear is made up out of a mish-mash of different components. She'll use whatever she can get her hands on, looks be damned.

She enjoys showing off skin, partially because she's aware she a looker, but also because she finds it helps when dealing with the opposite sex. Show some cleavage, and most men are willing to add a few dollars to a contract.

Full body

Tattoos, Piercings, Scars, Other:
Jolie has a half-sleeve of a Japanese Koy covering her right upperarm.
Has a LEVEL-9 prisoner's band covering her upper left arm:

Tattoo + meaning

Scar from a stab wound located on her lower abdomen.

Brand Tattoo Placement: Right wrist

Apartment:


Armory:

Compact, simple, reliable. The Mk.III Suburu semi-automatic pistol is the latest in a line of very successful pistols. It is the pistol of choice for Morvai Security, as well as street-smart thugs who value reliability over flashiness. The Mk.III comes with a digital read-out on the back, giving realtime feedback on remaining ammunition.
Caliber: .45
Magazine: 12


Lovingly called the "Streetsweeper" by many due to it's fast rate of fire, the Makarov AS-12 is a shotgun capable of firing in both fully-automatic as semi-automatic. Its 12-gauge cartridges lends it unparalleled killing potential in the cramped streets of Morvai, though its effectiveness against body-armor is lacking.
Cartridge: 12 Gauge (00 buck, slugs, firebreath)
Magazine: 20 (drum magazine)

Gunbaton
WIP

Finances: $5.389 under a fake name

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𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

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Gang Affiliation:

HOSTILE | Former Morvai Security employee. Pretty much on shoot-to-kill terms with them nowadays.

FRIENDLY | Not officially affiliated with The Kings, though she has strong connections within the organisation. They have provided her with the majority of her contract work thus far.

INDIFFERENT | She has run a few jobs for the Unseen in the past. Usually for work where they require brawn over brain. She actually vastly prefers the jobs the Unseen offer over the Kings; but given her previous affiliation with the Kings they're less likely on hiring Jo.

Occupation: Gun-for-hire, muscle, bounty hunter, gardener

Sanction: Korven, closer to Lisden than Eden.

Favorite Season: Summer, less clothes means less concealed weapons. And people are less likely to wear body-armor throughout the entire day.

Personality:
*Reliable *Professional *Loyal | Hot-headed* Crude* Highly competitive*
Even before her exile into the bowels of Morvai, Jolie had a tendency to run her mouth. While always getting the job done, her superiors at Morvai Security often had to chastise her for the way she booked results (hint: it usually involved violence). Despite her violent streak, Jo has never struck out against those undeserving. While no hero, she does try to do good wherever she can.

She does however harbor a deep grudge towards those in Eden, in particular Morvai Security, after she was framed for a murder. For this reason, she's highly distrustful of anybody who has strong ties to anything related to Eden.

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎

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Likes and Dislikes:

• Guns
• Drinking
• Bar brawls
• Money
• Loud music
• growing her own vegetables
• Cooking

• Anything Eden related
• Cpt. Tanaka of Morvai Security
• Drugs
• Thugs
• Being shot at
• Losing at pretty much anything

Hobbies and Interests:
Curiously enough, Jolie actually tends to a small garden plot on the roof of her apartment building. It's surprisingly rewarding to grow your own vegetables.

She also has a soft spot for anything pre-disaster related, it intrigues her hearing and reading about how people used to live before the world went to shit.

Small Biography:
You ever been in the right spot at the wrong time? It sucks, let me tell your that... But it's probably bad form to start at the end of a story, so let me rewind a little.

I was born to two drug addicted shitheads near the Lisden wall in Korven, whose dumbest idea was having me. I'm not going to tell you much about this, since you're probably already well acquainted with stories like these. Druggie parents abuse daughter, daughter runs away. The end.

With no job to my name, it was either turning to prostitution (dont get me wrong, sex is great, but I prefer picking my partners) or join a gang... I enlisted in Morvai's Security. Not exactly the Kings or Unseen, are they? Brutal stuff, that. But never underestimate the tenacity of a street urchin who's hungry for a meal.

I guess I'm what you'd call a loose cannon. I got my job done, sure, but it usually involved plenty of collateral damage. You'd think they'd assign me a deskjob, right? Yeah, well, I never did well with computers... Gives me a splitting headache. Plus, I did mention I delivered results, right?

Because of this, I was always butting heads with the Captain at the time... At one point even literally! Van der Beek was a strict man, always wanting things to go by the book. Honorable though. I might not have gotten along with the prick, but I sure respected him.

Fast forwards a few years and I got a call that there was a disturbance at Van der Beek's residence. The man lived in a pretty nice part of Korven. Not quite Eden, but close enough. Anyway, I got there and find the man; head splattered across one of those avant garde paintings he so liked. Before I could even call in what I was seeing, there were sirens blaring outside. Being the only one on the scene, I was detained.

For the record, I want to explain that until that point I actually still believed in some form of justice. I figured they'd soon find out that I wasnt the one who pulled the trigger. Why would I? So you can understand my disbelief when they apparently found my gun on the scene, and a bullet from my gun lodged in the wall.

I probably should pause here for a second to tell you about Abram Tanaka. Work with me here. Imagine the slimiest corporate executive you can. Good, you got the sleek hair? The suit? Those weaselly eyes? Now imagine that person working for a security firm with access to criminal databases.

Turns out I was the perfect scapegoat for Tanaka's fast track to the top. I'm a poor slob from Korven. I have records of violence. People knew about me and Van der Beek's clashing. Aka, the perfect goddamn target to pin a murder on.

The evidence was flimsy, but the judges didn't care; they were already in Tanaka's pockets by the point. So I was thrown into the LEVEL-9 facility. You know the one, where they keep the worst of the worst? You can probably imagine how much fun it is there as a person who put some of those fucko's behind bars. Had to train myself to sleep with one eye open...

Anyway, I was sentenced for life... Tanaka probably expected me to get shanked on the first night. Heh, wish I could've seen the fucker's face after still kicking it after nearly 2 years.

I got lucky, turns out the Kings had plans to bust out one of their higher ranking members. I simply took advantage of the chaos and slipped away. Turns out that thugs with actual urban combat training are quite wanted in Korven. Who knew, right? Plus, you know that LEVEL-9 brand? The one that pretty much ruins any chance you'd ever have for a normal job? Turns out it's quite the badge of honor around these parts. Not a lot of folk survive LEVEL-9.

Doubt Tanaka would dare to go after me after all this time, he's the last person who wants to see my old file opened up again. Pretty sure I'm officially declared dead hah! I haven't forgotten about the snake though and I'm not resting till I lodge a bullet in his skull.

Family Members: Jolie hasn't been in contact with her family since she ran away at the age of 17 and has no intention of looking these abusive assholes up.
Relationships:

Cpt. Abram Tanaka
This piece of corporate shit was the person behind framing Jolie for the murder of the previous Captain of the Morvai Security forces.
He now enjoys the position of Captain. Her one goal in life is to one day put a bullet between this snake's eyes.

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𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢...

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Theme

Night School *Looking for more players*

@Ever*HYPING INTENSIFIES*

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

@AbandonedIntelCarmen ought to invest in a bra, methinks ;D

Night School *Looking for more players*

She'd better bring a sharp needle, because that's a tough bubble to pop!

Night School *Looking for more players*

I wonder if there's wifi in the castle xD

Night School *Looking for more players*

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Robyn Koch

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If you had asked Robyn to describe a school where they would teach vampires and werewolves to live together and how to behave as their respective species... Well, she'd probably just laugh at you first and wonder why you're asking such a silly question. After that, she'd probably give a description that pretty accurately described Bloodmoon Castle.

With an enormous grin on her face, Robyn made her way up to the ancient castle; only stopping once to quickly snap a selfie for her Instagram channel. #spookycastle! A shame she couldn't see the place during the day, it must be breathtaking!

Making her way into the castle, the heels of her thigh high boots clacking satisfyingly against the stone floor, Robyn was amazed by the variety of people wandering about; from people who barely looked old enough to drink to people who look old enough to be her parents! She couldn't quite tell the difference between vampires or werewolves though. Only turned a few weeks ago, Robyn hadn't quite figured out how the world worked... Her Sire was far more interested in partying than actually explaining stuff. Robyn doubted her Sire even knew all that much to begin with. Grade A cutie though!

Shuffling into the assembly hall, Robyn took a seat near the front; striking up amicable conversation with some of the other students that sat around her, talking about stuff like where they were from and the travels they had to make to get here.

When the headmasters gave their introductory speech, Robyn was honestly confused as to why there would be infighting. Why exactly didn't vampires and werewolves not get along? She was a vampire, but didn't really feel any hatred towards werewolves... Heck, she had no idea who the werewolves even were! Well, except for the ones who were accompanied by a gigantic wolf. You didn't need to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out those were werewolves.

Making her way towards the dormitories, Robyn peered down at her form. "Hmmm... Room... Room... Ah! 624!" She cooed to herself. Sixth floor huh? She doubted a place as ancient as this had the luxury of elevators... On the bright side, this was going to be fantastic for her figure! Assuming vampires could even still gain or lose weight. "Gotta make a mental note to ask that..." She mumbled to herself, before jogging up several flights of stairs; her new vampire physiology keeping her from tiring.

"Hellooooo~" She called out, knocking on the door just in case her roomie had gotten there before her. Getting no response, Robyn pushed open the door and stepped inside. The place was surprisingly spacious, given the age of the castle. Smiling brightly, Robyn moved further into the room; taking a peek from the window and appreciating the amazing view they had, her back turned towards the entrance of the room.

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Gotta admit, the speed of this RP is quite daunting... But I figure it'll probably slow down once we get to the actual school and we're not all in the same place.

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Igni kairn

"Oh! Oh! Do a flower!"

"Nooooo! Do a star!"

Igni smiled as the two siblings - brother and sister respectively - bickered over what she would show them next, while the adults just glared at her. Gods bless the innocence of children. Seeing how the last request she did was from the boy, Igni figured it was only fair to do the girl's request next.

Cupping her hands and leaning in closer to the two, a small ember twirled around in her cupped palms; much to the enjoyment of the two children. The ember grew in size, before suddenly shooting up as a crude, fiery flower sprouted from Igni's cupped hands. The shape only lasted for a second of two, but it was enough to make the two kids gasp in amazement.

The flower quickly dissipated in a puff of embers, as holding the shape was still rather tricky. Unfortunately, one of the larger embers was caught by the wind and landed on the boy's exposed arm. It wasnt large enough to cause any harm, but it was enough for him to gasp in surprise. It was the catalyst the children's mother had been looking for all along.

"Jeremy! Ann! Get away from that girl!"

The woman glared at Igni as she quickly yanked her children away, spitting out the word 'lady' as if it were an insult. Igni just frowned, wasnt dumb, she was well aware that people outside her village didnt exactly look kindly upon demons... Who could blame them, given the history? And while she had prepared herself for it, it still hurt a little.

"Hmpf... He's fine."

She mumbled softly, while the entire busstation just glowered at her as if she was some monster. Crossing her arms, Igni leaned back in the seat; huffing a small bout of fire from her mouth. This was going to be a long and awkward bus ride...

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Bursting from the thickets, Igni panted as she ran into the clearing; little twigs and leafs sticking out of her hair.

"Ah... Ah... Hah... D-did I make it in ti- Ooh!"

Igni's breath halted as her eyes gazed upon the veritable circus of creatures gathering around in the clearing. Feeling her spirits lift a little after the awful bus ride, not to mention fact she got off at the wrong station, Igni clutched her bag to her chest as she wandered up to the group of happily chatting people. She could recognize a few 'creatures' from her parent's books, but the majority were a wondereus mystery to her.

Feeling a little hopeful, Igni wandered through the throng of people, hoping to maybe come across someone that looked like her... To no avail. While she didnt hate her parents in the slightest, there was an undeniable interest in her own heritage. Something her parents had kept uncharacteristically quiet about.

Still tired from the journey, Igni planted herself underneath a tree with a happy sigh; away from the hubbub of the crowd of mythical creatures.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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