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Jazzy said
This is Alex:EDIT: Dear god longest working link ever.
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Sounds fun!
If Gabe and Jake end up pissing Evan off more, I'm. Having good old ball of starlight Alex come over for some introductions
Alex Bete
Alex stood slightly behind Lynn as the stranger approached. Lynn said she could handle it, so she could handle it. Although Alex doubted Lynn's friend making skills. Alex allowed her mind to wander, for once not worrying about what she was going to say when. This approaching stranger was a rather odd looking one, he looked far to old to be in their class. He must be a teacher, or a janitor or something. Alex allowed herself to silently laugh. Being a janitor at this school must be one of the hardest and most unappreciated jobs around. She wondered if the janitors at this school had powers like everyone else. She could imagine suddenly discovering your power, only to realize it was trash manipulation.
She allowed her ears to tune back into the conversation when the stranger got closer to them. His voice was pretty cool too, something that Alex would immediately associate with a robot. He said something about a malfunction, definitely a robot, and that his body was made of metal. He then began introducing himself. Another doctor, yet he was somehow mixed in with the students. Weird. As soon as he finished saying his name Alex perked up, smiling with all of her usual radiance. “Hello! I'm Alex!”
Then Lynn was back up and chatting with Peter, so Alex tuned out again. She looked over towards the group of students currently in the Power Class, which Lynn and Alex would soon be late for, as well as the kids getting ready to spar. Alex knew she would easily be able to hold herself in a fight. Well most likely. But she was greatly relieved to see that it was optional to fight. You could either fight in the pit or do...whatever those other guys were doing. She was actually kinda sky about showing off her powers, beyond her glowing. Hopefully it wouldn't be graded.
Alex looked up at Lynn with confusion. Life's work? Okay, so she hadn't been listening at all, but there was no way they had time to stand here and listen to this man's life story. As interesting as it would be to listen about a robot, they had classes to attend. But Lynn's look reassured Alex.
Alex stood slightly behind Lynn as the stranger approached. Lynn said she could handle it, so she could handle it. Although Alex doubted Lynn's friend making skills. Alex allowed her mind to wander, for once not worrying about what she was going to say when. This approaching stranger was a rather odd looking one, he looked far to old to be in their class. He must be a teacher, or a janitor or something. Alex allowed herself to silently laugh. Being a janitor at this school must be one of the hardest and most unappreciated jobs around. She wondered if the janitors at this school had powers like everyone else. She could imagine suddenly discovering your power, only to realize it was trash manipulation.
She allowed her ears to tune back into the conversation when the stranger got closer to them. His voice was pretty cool too, something that Alex would immediately associate with a robot. He said something about a malfunction, definitely a robot, and that his body was made of metal. He then began introducing himself. Another doctor, yet he was somehow mixed in with the students. Weird. As soon as he finished saying his name Alex perked up, smiling with all of her usual radiance. “Hello! I'm Alex!”
Then Lynn was back up and chatting with Peter, so Alex tuned out again. She looked over towards the group of students currently in the Power Class, which Lynn and Alex would soon be late for, as well as the kids getting ready to spar. Alex knew she would easily be able to hold herself in a fight. Well most likely. But she was greatly relieved to see that it was optional to fight. You could either fight in the pit or do...whatever those other guys were doing. She was actually kinda sky about showing off her powers, beyond her glowing. Hopefully it wouldn't be graded.
Alex looked up at Lynn with confusion. Life's work? Okay, so she hadn't been listening at all, but there was no way they had time to stand here and listen to this man's life story. As interesting as it would be to listen about a robot, they had classes to attend. But Lynn's look reassured Alex.
Name: Avaline “Ava” White
Gender: Female
Occupation: Flapper and Bar Waitress by day, spy for the family by night.
Age: Twenty Two
Appearance:
Ava weighs in at 135 pounds, most of which is lean muscle, and is considered on the short end for women, at 5'2. She has a bust-to-waist ratio she can't complain about, one that compliments her height and weight well. Her complexion could be described as rather light, and extremely freckled. She has freckles all along her cheekbones, nose, shoulders, back, arms, legs, everywhere. Her hair is brown and, keeping with the current styles, is very short. She had wide, green, eyes that often give off an innocent or naive appearance.
Ava prides herself in often getting in trouble with the law for wearing 'improper' outfits.
Biography: Born to a poor family, Ava learned very quickly never to waste anything. Her mother was a Flapper, often teaching a young Ava and her sisters dance moves in her spare time. Her father, on the other hand, was involved with some sort of drug business. Ava never knew entirely, as her mother advised her to keep away from him and not to ask questions. Ava quickly grew up into a Flapper, following in her dear mothers footsteps. She worked hard for what little money she could be given, often also working as a waitress to try and bring in more money.
She lived alone for a while, before she was blessed with a baby. An orphaned baby, a very small girl swaddled in cloth. Her first idea was to bring it into the police. She was barely able to feed herself no less a baby, but soon it became clear to her that this was her duty. She would have to raise the child as her own. Thus, she began borrowing money from the Family, as well as carrying out jobs for them as intel to try and make more money. Ava found it almost too easy to get information out of people. All it took was a fluttering eyelash and the alcohol.
Personality: Ava is one of those people with a complete "can do" attitude. She tries her hardest in everything she does, as a way to redeem herself or some sad back story sh*t like that, and tries her hardest to keep her teammates positive too. This positivity can come off as clingy annoyance to people who don't like constant interaction. She can also come off as childish or innocent, but she is far from this. Ava has a rather complex past, one she doesn't often share with others, that shapes her into a rather complex person. Despite this, she is rather sweet and tries her hardest to follow out orders to her best ability. Many people assume she is rather weak because of her shortness, as well as her gender. All Ava can say is that waiting tables and dancing for ten years can really add up the muscles.
Weapon(s) of Choice: Pistol, Knives, Brass Knuckles or a good kick to the knee.
Gender: Female
Occupation: Flapper and Bar Waitress by day, spy for the family by night.
Age: Twenty Two
Appearance:
Ava weighs in at 135 pounds, most of which is lean muscle, and is considered on the short end for women, at 5'2. She has a bust-to-waist ratio she can't complain about, one that compliments her height and weight well. Her complexion could be described as rather light, and extremely freckled. She has freckles all along her cheekbones, nose, shoulders, back, arms, legs, everywhere. Her hair is brown and, keeping with the current styles, is very short. She had wide, green, eyes that often give off an innocent or naive appearance.
Ava prides herself in often getting in trouble with the law for wearing 'improper' outfits.
Biography: Born to a poor family, Ava learned very quickly never to waste anything. Her mother was a Flapper, often teaching a young Ava and her sisters dance moves in her spare time. Her father, on the other hand, was involved with some sort of drug business. Ava never knew entirely, as her mother advised her to keep away from him and not to ask questions. Ava quickly grew up into a Flapper, following in her dear mothers footsteps. She worked hard for what little money she could be given, often also working as a waitress to try and bring in more money.
She lived alone for a while, before she was blessed with a baby. An orphaned baby, a very small girl swaddled in cloth. Her first idea was to bring it into the police. She was barely able to feed herself no less a baby, but soon it became clear to her that this was her duty. She would have to raise the child as her own. Thus, she began borrowing money from the Family, as well as carrying out jobs for them as intel to try and make more money. Ava found it almost too easy to get information out of people. All it took was a fluttering eyelash and the alcohol.
Personality: Ava is one of those people with a complete "can do" attitude. She tries her hardest in everything she does, as a way to redeem herself or some sad back story sh*t like that, and tries her hardest to keep her teammates positive too. This positivity can come off as clingy annoyance to people who don't like constant interaction. She can also come off as childish or innocent, but she is far from this. Ava has a rather complex past, one she doesn't often share with others, that shapes her into a rather complex person. Despite this, she is rather sweet and tries her hardest to follow out orders to her best ability. Many people assume she is rather weak because of her shortness, as well as her gender. All Ava can say is that waiting tables and dancing for ten years can really add up the muscles.
Weapon(s) of Choice: Pistol, Knives, Brass Knuckles or a good kick to the knee.
Oh I have a good idea for a character. I'll start on a sheet
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Fallen Realms: The Ruins of Ironshore (An exploration and dungeon crawling based RP)
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm ready to start
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Here comes a Bard
Basics
Full Name: Avaline “Ava” Hirluf
Age: 40 (Young Adult)
Gender: Female
Race: Satyr
Appearance
Physical Description:
In Ava's case her bottom half resembles that of a common forest deer. The thick fur that covers her legs and hips is a light chocolaty brown color with groups of white speckles thrown about. A small tail peeks out of her back right above her hips. Ava lacks feet but instead has two hard black hooves, which she takes great pride in keeping clean. However since her arms are considered above her waist her hands are normal five fingered hands. Her hands are much dirtier then her hooves, dirt trapped under her nails and caking on her palms. Baths are not common acts to Terran so it’s not a surprise that the rest of her human part of her body is similarly dirty. More material things like jewelry and makeup are also uncommon on a Faun unless being used for symbolic or religious practices.
The top half of Ava is rather tanned under the dirt along with lean and muscular. Her skin is marked with white freckle like markings that closely resemble the white fur on her legs. Ava has thick, under groomed, light brown eyebrows that are often covered by the bangs of her equally short and under groomed hair. On special occasions Ava would stick wild flowers into her short chopped hair. Her face is a rather odd combination of a human and a deer. Her eyes are dark green and wide, constantly looking around, her lips and nose almost seem shaded as if smeared with coal dust and she has long ears that often point to sound. She sports a set of horns that stick out of her head.
Clothing:
This set of clothing is used during exploration. If Ava is feeling lazy or is just lounging around she is often just seen with a band of cloth around her chest.
Armour:
Other: Ava really hates wearing shoes.
Background
Faction: Volunteer. Sent as an entertainer.
What do the others on the expedition know of your character after six months of being cooped up on a boat?
The others on the boat would know two things about the Satyr. One, she loves rum. And two, she loves to throw parties. With permission or without, she would encourage the rest of the ship to join in on her singing, dancing, music, and merriment.
Moral Alignment
Alignment: Chaotic Good.
Selflessness: 8. If a friend is in danger Ava will try her hardest, but if all seems lost she might have to save herself.
Snobbery: 10. Ava is pretty low on the class scale, so she doesn't mind a bit of filth.
Racist Tendencies: 10. As long as they bring their own drinks they are invited to the party.
Piety: 4. She tends to lean away from religious behaviors, but is often curious.
Justice: 2. Cross Ava and she is coming after you.
Sexist Tendencies: 10, In Satyr society women and men are equally as powerful often sharing in similar jobs. A male satyr can be a florist if he wants and a female satyr can be a huntress.
Combat
Main Skills: Swordsmanship, Music
Secondary Skills: Archery, Hand to Hand (or head to head) Combat.
Primary Weapon: Duel Wielding short swords.
Secondary Weapon: Longbow
Hidden/Stored Weapons: None (Headbutting)
Passive/Suppport
Main Skills: Survival, Music, Healing.
Secondary Skills: Hunting, Linguistics, Flower Arrangement.
Items of Note:
Ava carries a small leather pouch on her hip that is normally filled with berries and wild plants for her to snack on during the day. This pouch also holds a smoking pipe, journal with pen and her pan flute. Ava, when going on walks, always carries with her a long staff. This staff has a small lantern attached to it, and could be used as an improvised weapon if needed.
Anti-Godmod 3000
Achlies’ Heel: Slightly naive and can be easily bribed and convinced. Ava has a horrible fear of loud noises, such as thunder, and uncontrolled fire, camp fires are find but flame bursts out of nowhere would scare the heck out of her.
Basics
Full Name: Avaline “Ava” Hirluf
Age: 40 (Young Adult)
Gender: Female
Race: Satyr
Appearance
Physical Description:
In Ava's case her bottom half resembles that of a common forest deer. The thick fur that covers her legs and hips is a light chocolaty brown color with groups of white speckles thrown about. A small tail peeks out of her back right above her hips. Ava lacks feet but instead has two hard black hooves, which she takes great pride in keeping clean. However since her arms are considered above her waist her hands are normal five fingered hands. Her hands are much dirtier then her hooves, dirt trapped under her nails and caking on her palms. Baths are not common acts to Terran so it’s not a surprise that the rest of her human part of her body is similarly dirty. More material things like jewelry and makeup are also uncommon on a Faun unless being used for symbolic or religious practices.
The top half of Ava is rather tanned under the dirt along with lean and muscular. Her skin is marked with white freckle like markings that closely resemble the white fur on her legs. Ava has thick, under groomed, light brown eyebrows that are often covered by the bangs of her equally short and under groomed hair. On special occasions Ava would stick wild flowers into her short chopped hair. Her face is a rather odd combination of a human and a deer. Her eyes are dark green and wide, constantly looking around, her lips and nose almost seem shaded as if smeared with coal dust and she has long ears that often point to sound. She sports a set of horns that stick out of her head.
Clothing:
This set of clothing is used during exploration. If Ava is feeling lazy or is just lounging around she is often just seen with a band of cloth around her chest.
Armour:
Other: Ava really hates wearing shoes.
Background
Faction: Volunteer. Sent as an entertainer.
What do the others on the expedition know of your character after six months of being cooped up on a boat?
The others on the boat would know two things about the Satyr. One, she loves rum. And two, she loves to throw parties. With permission or without, she would encourage the rest of the ship to join in on her singing, dancing, music, and merriment.
Moral Alignment
Alignment: Chaotic Good.
Selflessness: 8. If a friend is in danger Ava will try her hardest, but if all seems lost she might have to save herself.
Snobbery: 10. Ava is pretty low on the class scale, so she doesn't mind a bit of filth.
Racist Tendencies: 10. As long as they bring their own drinks they are invited to the party.
Piety: 4. She tends to lean away from religious behaviors, but is often curious.
Justice: 2. Cross Ava and she is coming after you.
Sexist Tendencies: 10, In Satyr society women and men are equally as powerful often sharing in similar jobs. A male satyr can be a florist if he wants and a female satyr can be a huntress.
Combat
Main Skills: Swordsmanship, Music
Secondary Skills: Archery, Hand to Hand (or head to head) Combat.
Primary Weapon: Duel Wielding short swords.
Secondary Weapon: Longbow
Hidden/Stored Weapons: None (Headbutting)
Passive/Suppport
Main Skills: Survival, Music, Healing.
Secondary Skills: Hunting, Linguistics, Flower Arrangement.
Items of Note:
Ava carries a small leather pouch on her hip that is normally filled with berries and wild plants for her to snack on during the day. This pouch also holds a smoking pipe, journal with pen and her pan flute. Ava, when going on walks, always carries with her a long staff. This staff has a small lantern attached to it, and could be used as an improvised weapon if needed.
Anti-Godmod 3000
Achlies’ Heel: Slightly naive and can be easily bribed and convinced. Ava has a horrible fear of loud noises, such as thunder, and uncontrolled fire, camp fires are find but flame bursts out of nowhere would scare the heck out of her.
Name: Luca
Age: Appears 15, is much older then this.
Gender: Female
Species: Lycan
Worker/Guest: Guest
Appearance:
Wolf:
Weapons: Claws and Teeth work well enough for her.
Power: Along with improved senses, speed and sternght that comes with being a Lycan, she also prides herself in having regeneration. However this skill is very untrained and rarely works well. Paper cuts? No problem.
Relationships: None, however she had unending trust for the staff and extreme hatred for humans.
Personality: Impulsive, Energetic, Fun Loving, Loyal, Obedient, Boyish, Violent, sometimes Rebellious.
Bio: Luca has been Lycan as long as she can remember. Her memory is incredibly hazy, as she spent a lot of her time as a wolf. She can recall a time where she was once human, but it unable to remember details. Luca was part of a large a powerful pack, one in which she was thankful for their protection and direction over her well being. Being so young, Luca couldn't help but get into mischief. She pack, being a danger to humans, was easily targeted by hunters. Most of them were killed, the rest scattering to keep themselves safe. She lived as a hermit in the woods for awhile, only wearing blood stained rags, until she heard from a passing spirit about the Hotel. After living there as a guest for awhile, she refers to them as a new pack. One who provides delicious food and blood for her.
Other: Well Crap
Age: Appears 15, is much older then this.
Gender: Female
Species: Lycan
Worker/Guest: Guest
Appearance:
Wolf:
Weapons: Claws and Teeth work well enough for her.
Power: Along with improved senses, speed and sternght that comes with being a Lycan, she also prides herself in having regeneration. However this skill is very untrained and rarely works well. Paper cuts? No problem.
Relationships: None, however she had unending trust for the staff and extreme hatred for humans.
Personality: Impulsive, Energetic, Fun Loving, Loyal, Obedient, Boyish, Violent, sometimes Rebellious.
Bio: Luca has been Lycan as long as she can remember. Her memory is incredibly hazy, as she spent a lot of her time as a wolf. She can recall a time where she was once human, but it unable to remember details. Luca was part of a large a powerful pack, one in which she was thankful for their protection and direction over her well being. Being so young, Luca couldn't help but get into mischief. She pack, being a danger to humans, was easily targeted by hunters. Most of them were killed, the rest scattering to keep themselves safe. She lived as a hermit in the woods for awhile, only wearing blood stained rags, until she heard from a passing spirit about the Hotel. After living there as a guest for awhile, she refers to them as a new pack. One who provides delicious food and blood for her.
Other: Well Crap
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