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    1. Drakey 9 yrs ago

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Current uuuugggghhhhhh When you can't be on when everyone else you RP with is on....
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My character looks like the reddish cat:



With these markings, which are black on him:



If anyone can find a picture that resembles him, that would be awesome!
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@Tenslashsix

...wow...

I picked the ellie one...

XD

Sol is gonna be slightly flabergasted later... XD
@ViolentViolet

Interested, if at all possible can I be an Ashclan born, but raised within cliffclan.

I was born in ashclan, but in my childhood I got lost and wandered into cliffclan or something like that.

Also, haven't read the books in forever >.>
@Traps@Samdragonx@Tenslashsix@LordofthePies@Pep@knifeman@tigersloth

Hey, if any of you want to, I would like it very much if you could be the person walking into my inn.

Edit: The Inn is the same inn in the short story. The innkeeper's name is Mable. Andria and Eric just work there.
@Dynamo Frokane

Understood, but she is an important part of Drake's story and I wanted to give her a face and a background.


Andria looked up at the ticking clock on the wall. Sighing, she stood up from her work in the building’s garage. Looking around, the young woman began to wipe grease and oil from her hands. Cleaning up the tools she had lying around, Drake made sure that her workplace was left in a clean and neat state. The half-built car that stood in the middle of the garage looked out at her solemnly. Drake had been working on the car for nearly several months now. Ever since she arrived at No Name.

Letting the rag in her hands fall onto an empty table, Drake walked up the stairs into the inn proper. The inn was called The Serpent’s Lair, but was more commonly known as the Den in the docks of No Name. The inn was three stories tall. On the bottom story was the pub, kitchen, and garage. The second floor was the guest rooms and the top floor was Drake’s living quarters.

Sighing, Drake walked up to the front door. Looking out, she watched as the sun peeked up over the horizon. Flipping the sign that hung in the window to ‘OPEN’ Drake turned back around. Reaching up behind her head, the woman tied her hair back into a ponytail. Walking up to the stairs she pulled on a rope. A loud thump was heard afterwards, followed by the quick pattering of feet. Paying no mind to the sounds, Drake pulled out a notebook from behind the counter. In it was design after design after design. They were all of different pieces of the car that sat in the garage.

Suddenly, a small, wiry frame came tumbling down the stairs. Tripping, the young boy face-planted the ground. Though, it couldn’t have been too hard as he bolted upright with a stupid grin on his face. “Hey, Eric! Stop fooling around and get to those dishes from last night.” Drake yelled out to the boy, patting the top of his head as he passed. His thick brown hair was a mess this morning, as it always was.

Drake had met the boy over a year ago in the slums. He had decided to pick her pocket, which was a bad decision for him. However, Drake had always had a soft spot for children and instead took the nine-year old in. When she opened up the inn a year ago, he quickly became her number one, if only, employee.

Roused from her thoughts, Drake’s attention turned towards the door as the bell rung. The cold morning breeze wafted into the building as a figure stood, silhouetted , in the doorway.
Name: Andria "Drake" Fenter

Appearance:







Age: 21

Birth Country: Ireland

Family members: N/A

Role/Occupation: Mechanic/killer

Starting Fortune: She has the basic tools of a mechanic and an electrician and a motorcycle. Drake also carries with her a violin that she has had since she was young. She keeps on her person the minor tools of her trade.

Strengths:
Anything mechanical or Electrical
Playing the violin
making deaths happen from far away

Weaknesses:
She is fond of children and would like to be a mother one day
Caffeine addiction
terrible at close combat
is a shit shot with firearms

Greatest Fear:
not having her tools/being barren/losing her hands

Background/History:
Andria grew up in Ireland, where her father was a car mechanic. Her mother was a stay at home woman who was very loving and has a fondness of cooking and violins. In her younger years, Andria showed great potential in the realm of violin playing. She also happened to be gifted at many mechanical or electrical endeavors that she set about completing.

When she was merely 8, her mother began to plant a garden every year. While Andria inherited her father's brown thumb, she thought that it would be nice to meet a guy who had a green thumb one day.

Her interests in the violin and mechanics grew throughout her high school years. After graduating, Andria got a job as a ship mechanic. The captain, being a friend of her father's allowed Andria to bring her bike along. However, the trip was cut short when a storm hit, throwing the ship off course. Eventually, the ship lumbered its way into the ports of the City with No Name. Andria had been the only survivor of the ordeal.

She has lived in No Name for nearly two years now and has been accepting contracts for only the past 6 months or so. As such, she is considered a complete noob, but her skills are no trick.
@Whoami

Also, I stole your coffee. Caffeine addiction, I needed my fix.

@Dynamo Frokane

I'll make up those CSs today and have them up tomorrow
@shylarah

nope!

But I didn't realize the extent of my RPing... I've only copied the info for 6 RPS and...the doc is 225 pages and takes forever to load.
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