Diabolicalrhapsody

Cʟᴀss Dɪsᴍɪssᴇᴅ

good to know. I persist because I find hard to quit an RP until all hope is lost. Also I found the perfect picture of the character I wrote so done from me.

Cʟᴀss Dɪsᴍɪssᴇᴅ

Note: I wonder why you quit posting on the other one. Also I don't know if this fits the story you wanna tell but I'll take a slightly different route with this character.

Appearance:
Name: Eugene Blackwater
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Role: Shy Stalker
Likes: Jack. Books.
Dislikes: Loud people, loud music, public transports, comfort and meditation, therapy.
Personality: Reserved. Quiet. Intelligent. Curious
Relationships: She never really got over her curiosity of seeing the boy behind the mask and ever since only his visage has been a constant in her thoughts. She is extremely reserved and doesn't interact with people at all. She even got her role of editor through an online recruitment and she spends her time trying to forget Jack and reading books of all kinds.
Biography: Not much is known of Eugene's past before school apart from the fact that all of her family was mysteriously found dead. The girl was frozen upon learning the news and since then has rarely spoken. She has the ability to be invisible, not literally like in fiction but through the lack of motion or activity. Yet you'll find her in every picture and in every activity that they did in Rising Sun.

Apart from Malcolm who was really kind and polite to her and Jack, whom she found extremely enigmatic none would say that she gave of a healthy vibe. She was creepy to the point of being ominous and yet totally docile. While others would bully Jack she would sit afar and observe with an inhuman glint in her eyes. She was also noticed once outside Jack's room by Ms.Helen late in the night. Just crouched at the door and staring at the boy.

No one knew what she thought about and what her ambitions were, but that look in her eyes certainly held a diabolical glint to them. If eyes were a window to one soul, one would find nothing in hers.

Other Notes: Has a latent Sadistic streak and is obsessed with Jack's face.

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

UnseenShade said
Gaelel will be able to use everyone as mobile cover so she can assassinate and use her warg mount and companion.But, she is also a unique type of "smith" since she can shape plants for personal use as weapons or armor. Mostly, she is there as the chameleon to get into stuff we aren't supposed to. I don't think your characters can manage that

Well a Assassin should have something to aid their stealth so your abilities are rather well put that way. The others are more like frontline bruisers or even line breakers if used in such a roll.

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

KatherinWinter said
"Morin Py. Stairs and I don't have the best history." she told him. "But I was thinking I would try my lick at tackling them alone. It is important for me to be able to get around on my own. Þere might not always be a kind soul to help me." She used her can to find the top stair. "These stairs are stair and even so it shouldn't be difficult to make my way dow." Or so she hoped. She wanted to be able to tackle the stairs on her own, but she wasn't confident in her ability to do so.

"Sure try them as you wish, I'll just be a few paces ahead of you should you need any help with a balance. Just let me know if you falter, I don't wanna be smacked with a cane. Hehe" Py remarked casually.

"Also the morning is rather beautiful. The owner sure has great taste in flowers, I must say." he said while walking down ahead of her. It wasn't particularly hard with a cane and his ability now. So he was a bit better placed than Katherin.

Demons Within(Reboot)

Is this still a thing, then have me down for Wrath xD

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

On the IC note: Py is shirtless and you can see an inkling of his life on his body. It is riddled with scars and cuts all over. Like there are more scars than regular skin on his torso.

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

At the sound of the first beep Py turned in his bed to put out the alarm clock. The Housekeeper had been really kind in giving him the alarm last night. Scrounging through his bag he took out the orange convict trousers that special agent had left him. He had arrived in worn down rags and as he dressed down to sleep last night, his shirt totally ripped to shreds.

Getting up he stretched to get the blood flowing, doing a few ham stretches and side bends to limber up his extremities. He searched around his bed to locate his cane and then slowly walked out bare-footed. Careful to not stir up the sleeping souls that shared this massive building with him, he quietly got down from the stairs and noiselessly reached the door. A little creak announced him trying to be cautious and after a few moments he was outside.

The cool breeze permeated the area, soothing him immediately. It's effects were magnified due to him being shirtless. Beautiful scent of the night flowers wafted into his nostrils and he felt himself smiling like an idiot. He walked over to the bench and slowly began his breathing exercises, the zephyr lifting his mood and spirits. Suddenly, in a few days his world had changed. A lifetime of torture, a few days of lock down and then a day of acceptance. He had seen the lowest of low the life had to offer and now he was on a crest, he wondered whether things would remain so. Would he be able to make friends and lead a normal-ish kind of life or would his past come back to haunt him.

The contemplation continued until the beautiful songs of birds broke him away from his thoughts. If he had been taught anything by his whole ordeal it would be to live life as it comes, whatever tomorrow brings will be dealt according to situation, if he lives in his head he might miss out on all the fun to be had here. After all, people here were already of a lot gentle and caring kind than the ones he had served.

He got up and walked on the grass, the beads of fresh morning dew coalescing on the soles of his feet. It was strangely refreshing and overpowering for it brought back memories of the only light that had shone in his life before this new chapter. But he had made peace with her yesterday, now there was only happy reminiscence and no underlying guilt, he hadn't felt free like this ever and that in itself was pretty overwhelming. He wandered about for a few moments more before walking inside the orphanage.

Judging by the stillness that draped over the halls it was still to early for anyone. He silently made his way to his room, the stairs taking up most of the time to successfully negotiate that he had barely reached his room when the bell rang. It was the morning call for everyone to get down for breakfast. After having dealt with the stairs by his lonesome two times already, Py was confident that he won't be waiting for a kind soul to extend help. So he picked up his cane and got out, he heard the door across the hallway open simultaneously and from last night he knew of its occupant.

"Good morning, Katherin" he spoke up, polite enough to not surprise her and loud enough to be audible.

"Would you be waiting for someone to get you downstairs or going by yourself?" he asked, "Care if I join you"

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

Mine is a smith that specializes in adding trinkets to the weapons and magical side of weapons. Nothing as prolific as the Dwarves but still enough to give Orcs the advantage. So he can craft an armor that is imbued with a wind stone and which reflects medium size arrows and single swords away or something like that.

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

TTwoThumbsUp said
I like to imagine, what with all these giant people around, someone has to have thrown Galeal into battle at least onceIf not then I know what I'm doing at the first sign of conflict

On the topic of giant people, i was hoping to sketch up a relation with your character once I get the thumbs up from the GM. Will you be game for it.

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Sheets]

Name:: Orgen Burningmaw
Age:: 28
Sex:: Male
Breed:: Halfie (Orc, Giantess)

Appearance: He is around 8'5" in height and 510lbs.

Skills/Abilities:
- Bladed Combat
- Alchemy
- Tracking
- Trapping
- Smithing
- Survivalist

Equipment:
- Mismatched Plate Armor
- Giant Two-Handed Waraxe
- 2 Heavy Barbed Clubs made from Mammoth Femur.
- Sharpening Stone and Shaping Knife.

Boring Backstory incoming

If anything at all can be said about Orgen's dad, it is that he was extremely ballsy. To have loved a giantess and live long enough to get her pregnant, he was a gamer through and through. Apart from being responsible for his hideous visage though, his role was nothing in Orgen's childhood because he was never there. His mother though lived alone in the mountains where he was slowly reared as a giant. Apart from his massive build, the fact that latent orc blood gave him an incredible bloodlust was nothing to joke about.

In his early life, he had serious trouble tracking prey because they got spooked so easily. He slowly got the hang of it though. When his mother was slain in an ill-fated attack by an adventuring party, it was the first moment that young Orgen gave into his animal instincts. Armed with nothing but blind rage, he left nothing but pulp of the attackers that had slain his mother. As a sign of finally accepting his primal urges he ate them all. With no one left to look for, he became a wanderer and then a mercenary. His gargantuan build afforded him a reputation and also a lot of attacks in front line charges because his swing was enough to change morale.

It was by fate that he came across his father's kind in a village. A big group of outcasts that lived his kind of life and had enough going for them to get him interested. He requested for a spot and quickly got one. It was here that he learned actual combat, the Pikes being his baptism by fire. As he rolled along with he truly found a place he belonged and a few pals he could look out for. When he was deemed as a chosen, he crafted himself a big waraxe befitting of an elite.

Afterall, if Death is the price one paid for the fun of battle then what better way to enter it that with eight feet slab of sharpened iron. Hehe.

Personality and Psychological profile:
He is crazier than orcs and always hungry for battle. Some will say, he embodies war and the fear that death brings. Usually quite reserved and busy by himself, he is a being well-respected on the battlefield.

Relationships and Acquaintances:
Depends on whether he gets accepted.