Dread

Make a wish, corrupt a wish.

Granted. You are now a Politician.

I wish for sneakers that would never wear out.

Streetlight Dragonflies

bleh, I'm prob late, but I only just discovered this and it looks like fun :/

Post a random fact about yourself.

I've had braces longer than I should bc I broke them my freshman year of HS :/

Um..Im new; Help?

What help do you seek?

@ArenaSnow

I believe they've fallen down a well into the Matrix...

But I might be wrong :/

Anyway, welcome @JpCovar :D

Current Mood in One Gif

Quickly finishing up a post...

What Are You Listening To?

Fallout: Into the Storm

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Frankie Cabrera

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[ Fleetwood Subway Station ]

Frankie was caught off guard by Khaliya’s low, even-toned voice over the comm once again, realizing a moment later that the Paladin was responding to the girl’s comment about the uncomfortable radiation suit. And what was even more surprising, the soldier’s offer of her own suit, which made the young medic make a weird face as though that was the most ridiculous thing she’d heard. The truth was, she was somewhat intimidated by the woman, by her position, the hulking power armor, and frankly not quite ready to start exchanging clothes with a stranger, regardless of similar stature.

“Um.” She cleared her throat as a slight nervous chuckle escaped, feeling a little awkward at the previous -and unintentional- broadcast into the open channel of the radio. “Thanks, but I think I'll be fine, ma’am. Like you said, they're ‘not built for comfort’.” The sheepish grin still plastered on her face was, of course, lost to those not standing directly in front of her, hidden mostly by the suit’s protective helmet.

The young girl surveyed the surroundings, trying to keep her mind occupied and focused enough on the journey, without having to worry about such trivial matters as “wardrobe malfunction”. Without admitting it though, she was part excited and part afraid, but it was fear of the unknown that always seemed to break a person down more than being aware. If fear gave a person wings, then she should already being flying her skinny ass out of there, but that wasn't why she was summoned to the group. She had a gift to heal, and while she may be terrible at calming her own nerves, she’d make damn sure that everyone else was taken care of.

There was always the pain killers...

Frankie sighed when Khaliya mentioned how much further they'd have to go. Sure, what was another couple of miles in the grand scheme of things? They most likely had several miles to cover before reaching their destination. If there even was a destination.

Just breathe. She mentally repeated a few times, knowing that the helmet radio’s channel was open, and she didn't really need to broadcast any of her negative thoughts into voice. No doubt she probably came off like a young, immature, and inexperienced basketcase to most of the group. Like, why the hell is the kid here??

Yeah well this kid will keep your dumbasses from bleed all over the place, and perhaps even long enough to live and tell about it.

A wall? She overheard Khaliya on the comms once again after several moments of silence, as clearly we all heard the odd humming emanating from somewhere. It also sounded like we’d be picking up the pace a bit just to slip past whatever was bugging the Paladin about the mysterious wall.

Well hello there!

Hiya @PURRfect93 and welcome! Hope you have fun again here :D

Dread's Character Lair

J’iardys G’horra | Warrioress of Roh

Name: J’iardys G’horra
Age: 18
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Height/Weight: 6’1 / 175



Appearance: Like most of her kin, J’iardys has dark skin, various cultural tattoos along her body, and a tall defined physique which blossomed as adolescence began. She generally wears her walnut-colored locks tied back, or hanging to one side as the other is kept shaved. Armor, if she had any at all, was usually light and flexible; a culmination of stitched hides and reinforced leather, so she had as much free movement as possible.

Birthplace: Roh, in the westernmost settlement where the majority of working class families were kept.

Personality: Reasonably reserved, J’iardys tends to keep to herself, and really only speaks when spoken to or has an opinion about something that really can’t be bottled up for long. However, her pride can become a weapon against her as she may retaliate if threatened, whether idle or otherwise, and can be easily provoked under certain stressful situations.

Strengths: Extremely agile and limber | High Stamina | Resistance to hot/dry conditions | Combat prowess | Defensive specialist/Bodyguard

Weaknesses: Temperamental behavior | Easily angered | Distrust of outsiders

Weapons: Spear made of cured hardwood and leather, with ancient Roh symbols carved along its length, and a leaf-shaped blade. Twin, curved daggers, secured in a belt sheath behind her lower back.

Misc Gear: Small leather satchel of rations and healing herbs.

Bio:
Born to a lower-class family, J’iardys knew first hand the meaning of hard work, and never expected anything to be given to her without some sacrifice. Strict but fair, her family were very supportive of their youngest member, even when she’d decided to take up combat training at an early age. What started out as self-defense became so much more, as she longed to join the Roh militia and serve her people in a way that was apart from the typical agricultural and builder professions of her ancestors. Serve, and to prove to herself and the other males within her tribe that she was just as capable -if not better- as they were not only physically, but intellectually.
Years later, on the girl’s sixteenth birthday, a call went out for able-bodied female warriors to take up arms as guardians for the Prince who hailed from the Costa Islands. For J’iardys, it would not only mean travelling to distant lands, but prestige and perhaps even fortune that she can send back to her community. It was a risk worth taking.

In order to weed out the number of female combatants, a competition was held within Roh, where several races who dwelled -including the hated Demonfolk- fought against one another for a chance to be deemed the “Prince’s Guard”. J’ardys herself fought long and hard for this day, and she eventually won the slot against a very tough Demonfolk warrioress, who later demanded a rematch with the young Roh girl...one day.

Until then, Jiardys bid her family farewell and left for the Costa Islands to meet with her new Princely master.

Dread's Character Lair

Brynn Franklin

Name: Brynn Franklin

Nicknames: Whatever ridiculous name her family comes up with.

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Hetero

In Depth Appearance: Standing at roughly five-foot-six-inches, Brynn (and her twin sister) were both shorter than the average females of their extended family. With a slim frame, beautifully defined facial features, and a bit of thickness in all the right (or wrong, depending on who you ask) places, Brynn still found herself falling into self-consciousness and barely enjoyed her own reflection. As of late, she keeps her hair buzzed or cropped, and proudly wears her relatively new “black rose” tattoo on the right side of her neck.

Habits//Quirks//Oddities: Usually she finds herself humming or singing to music that's only playing in her head, especially when nervous or anxious. Occasionally talks to herself, and maybe even answers her own questions out loud. She also comes off as a bit of a germaphobe, washing or sanitizing her hands quite often throughout the day. And a useful, but still rather unusual, is being able to nap just about anywhere, almost like a cat.

Hobbies: Brynn enjoys drawing and painting more than just about anything else. Running and swimming comes in a close second.

Likes: sushi, drawing, painting, running, watching Netflix, swimming, frappuccinos, and occasionally smoking Marijuana

Dislikes: Stuck-up attitudes, cold weather, crowds, waiting, body odor, being touched, airplanes, hypocrites,

Personality Traits: Borderline Extrovert | Imaginative | Impatient | Self Deprecating | Anxious | Impulsive | Picky | Perfectionist (especially with her artwork)

Personality: To say that Brynn speaks her mind would be an understatement, because when the girl takes issue with something (which seems to be quite often) her opinions are given whether anyone wants it or not. Other times, however, she can be quite calm and reserved, delving into her artwork or ignoring everyone around her with headphones and good beats. Really depends on the day or perhaps phases of the moon. Who knows? Even though the relationship with her family is rather strained, she still loves them but doesn't always want to show it in any obvious way. Her sister, Ella, is probably one of the only people in the world that understands her random though patterns, and angsty attitude toward life, but she still gets on her nerves regardless.

History:
“Seventeen and clearly you have life figured out!…”

Brynn was tired of hearing that line quoted by her parents on nearly a daily basis, sometimes indirectly aimed towards her sister Ella, but always meant for her twin who couldn’t have been more different on many levels. But what the hell was wrong with being “different”? Just because you were born into wealth, or your parental units were some kind of significance to society, did that mean you had to be just like them and all their disgusting friends? Friends. That word is about as laughable as it’s meaning, whatever that was. When you had money, “friends” could easily be bought, which Brynn was pretty sure had been the secret to her parents success in life, as was most likely the same for the rest of the adults on Rosefell island.

But it didn’t always seem like this…

Growing up Franklin was far less stressful and demanding as a kid, and both Brynn and her identical twin sister were inseparable, one could even say, the best of friends if there ever could have been such a thing. There were no secrets between them, and whether at home or in school, they had each other’s back no matter what challenges they faced head on. And the practical jokes and pranks, oh man, legendary if the Franklin kids could boast about anything. Each Summer they couldn’t wait to see the other kids on Rosefell island, where the memories made were something to look back at and smile about. Mom and Dad were great parents, and while they worked their asses off to provide all the creature comforts and then some, it seemed their attention slowly but surely fell onto Ella, their “golden child”, as her twin sarcastically referred to her. Aside from their personalities, likes and dislikes, and a myriad of other aspects veering in different directions, Brynn just couldn’t figure out why Lewis and Lana saw her sister in a more positive light.

Of course, it might have had something to do with a natural fit into deviant behavior that drove the Franklin parents bad shit crazy just about every day, or perhaps the slipping of grades, sneaking out of classes to go hang out somewhere else, backing dad’s car into a fire hydrant, or a laundry list of shenanigans that has essentially railroaded future chances of Brynn finding positive favor in her parents eyes. Mid-teen years fast approached, and the bond that once kept both sisters inseparable was quickly deteriorating, and the girls found themselves more isolated from one another. As it usually was, boyfriends came and went, and while Brynn wasn’t all that interested in most of the guys that came a long, she made it a point to scare away those who actually liked her twin, and even on a few occasions, bickered over a guy who they both happened to like. But in the end, Brynn just wasn’t the “boy crazy” type and quite caring about relationships of the heart. Her love of art consumed most of her time, as she kept to her sketching and painting, or visited art galleries from time to time hoping to one day have her figurative work displayed for people to enjoy. On the island, her friendships with the other kids wavered, as even their lives have changed from when everyone was younger, but she still hangs with a few of the ones she can tolerate. It was only a summer after all...

Brynn loved her parents and sibling, but as time passed, she just felt less like part of the family, and kept to herself or spent time with the locals of the island, some she already knew, or maybe even strangers-turned-friends. She knew she was different from her sister, and each time she looked at Ella, she became angry because they were essentially identical, so Brynn took the only logical and extreme course of action: she shaved her head and got a tattoo. Needless to say, this sent Lewis and Lana over the edge as punishments came and went, each taking away some privilege that otherwise had little effect on the girl. Yep, the youngest born Franklin twin wanted to be a rebel, and she was certainly treated as such.