Dusty

Multi-Para RP - The Second Rat

I'm intrigued, hopefully this will catch a few more eyes as well. I've been itching to do a cutpurse style character for awhile now.

Miraculous America

The previous few hours had been a whirlwind of confusion and wonder. Tonya Tabbet, just your seemingly regular ninth grader found herself in possession of a Miraculous, and the master of a slightly terrifying but equally fascinating little snake by the name of Ossar. It’d all started yesterday after school when Tonya arrived home to find a small ornate box perched upon her pillow. It’d been a quiz day, a bad quiz day, and she was exhausted from her own lackluster performance and doubly so having to encourage a friend who was suffering similarly. Seeing the little parcel Tonya cheered up, thinking it was a gift from her father. Just the thing to brighten up a moody day. Excited at the promise of a surprise Tonya took the little box in hand and raised it to eye level, trying to guess at the contents within. It had to be some sort of necklace, or earrings. “Thanks dad,” she called. Tonya wasn’t sure whether her father was home or not. She hadn’t seen or heard him when she came inside, so he must’ve left it earlier today. Flipping down the small latch Tonya popped the lid open eagerly.

“Agh! A snake!” Tonya released a horrified scream launching the box and miniature multicolored serpent from herself, not even seeing the matching necklace fly off under her bed. The tiny creature twirled through the air a startled hiss escaping its throat before it vanished from sight. For two heartbeats Tonya remained frozen before she grabbed the nearest weapon, her bedside lamp. Clutching the light with tightened knuckles Tonya shuffled away from where the snake had vanished, unable to keep a slight tremor from her voice. “What kind of cruel joke, who would leave a snake in my room?” She said aloud.

“Only a spring cloud blocks the sun, but all you can see is the potential of rain.” A hissing voice from beneath the bed spoke up. Tonya watched in open mouthed terror as the snake rose from the far end of her bed, floating on its own volition. There was no denying where the voice was coming from either, so Tonya did the only sane thing she could think of and launched the lamp she was holding straight for the hovering snake. The serpent phased straight through the illuminating projectile allowing it to shatter upon the opposite wall. Tilting its head the snake released a low hiss of, was it amusement? “Peace Tonya, lest you wake the worrying souls below us. Within this structure lies a hundred who must never know. For everyone’s safety. Especially yours daughter of Tabbet.”

“Who, what…. Why?” Tonya stuttered flinching away as the snake moved closer, it winding body twisted and turned in mystifying fashion before it deposited the discarded necklace into Tonya’s hand.

“Relax and breath Miss Tonya, I am Ossar the kwami of Deception and I serve you. All shall be explained to the fullest. You must simply open you mind to the possibilities.”

Follow this reassurance Ossar slowly coxed Tonya to sit down, and explained in his smooth, hissing way the importance of her new powers and responsibilities, and the Miraculous and kwami that accompanied. It took the better part of three hours before Ossar’s final words faded and Tonya started to jump less at the sight of him. Then in a swift flick of his lithe body Ossar vanished inside the Miraculous, his final instructions being to, “Wear the Miraculous and think upon what I have told you.” Gathering up her stuff Tonya cleared away the destroyed lamp and left her apartment in a rush. Ossar had said that the necklace would give her powers and a suit should she wish to try them out, but she didn’t feel quite ready for that yet. Besides she needed to mull this over for a while, and she needed a new lamp. The mall it seemed was the place to go.

Walking the few blocks to get there Tonya arrived in good time making her way towards the furniture store when she heard yelling, perpetuated by a few screams. Turning Tonya watched in confusion as a group of people ran past closely followed by five marching, glassy eyed weirdos.

“What’s going on?” Tonya asked, at this point in the day she was willing to believe anything. If the five marching weirdos told her there was an alien invasion going on, she probably wouldn’t have been surprised. Instead of answering two of the five grabbed ahold of her arms while the other three marched off. “Hey, let me go freaks!”

“Cease struggling ma’am. You have been acting out of turn, and you shall be punished accordingly. Come with us.” Bodily lifted between the two teenagers Tonya was lugged off kicking and yelling towards the center of the mall where none other than a uniformed Mr. Johnsen stood, surrounded by a small army of similarly glassy-eyed weirdos.

“Another delinquent sir.” The teenager holding Tonya’s right arm snapped to attention, giving the teacher a sharp salute. “Awaiting your discipline.”

“I’m not a delinquent!” Tonya struggled on in vain, thoroughly outraged. “Let me go, you can’t do this, tell them to let me go Mr. Johnsen.” Her eyes landed on the riding whip clutched in Mr. Johnsen’s hand and Tonya’s face went pale. What had they been saying, punishment? Discipline? Redoubling her efforts to escape the vice-like grip of her captors Tonya jerked and pulled in every which way yelling desperately. “Help! Somebody help me!”

Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world!

Frans Vou

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Username: Dusty

Character Name: Francois Vou of House Bluspereaux/Frans Vou

Race/Species: Bretonnian

Gender: Male

Age: Twenty and one year’s

Career (if any) and Skills: Frans Vou is a Knight Errant of Bretonnia. A son of the wealthy Bluspereaux house Frans Vou was well trained in the arts befitting his station. As such he is a capable chevalier in all aspects, and he’s handy with both sword and lance. He can also speak the language of the Empire and the High Elves, and is well versed with a lute and can recite several famous poems and epics. His high class education did not end there however. Great things are expected from the Bluspereaux family, and so Frans Vou found himself trained to competence in hunting and strategy, in diplomatic expertise, and conversation. The latter two were Frans Vou’s lesser loved classes. He was also tutored on astronomy and mathematics and literature, and for a short while he even studied a little of the sciences though little came of that. And of course chivalry and the worship of the Lady of The Lake which are expected fields of study from any young Bretonnian knight.

Weapons: While astride his warhorse Frans Vou wields his trusty lance and heater shield to great effect. The lance is endowed with the heaven’s magic keeping it from shattering, blessed by a damsel of the lady. It was one of the few things passed down to Frans Vou and he adores it. Should the enchanted weapon be wrenched from his grasp Frans Vou has an arming sword and dirk at his waist ready for quick use as well.

Attire: Frans Vou’s favorite color is a royal blue. As such his armor and clothing often matches this particular taste. His armor tunic is a deep shade of blue with lioness designs embroidered in bronze, with a black leather sword belt and bronze buckles strapped around his stomach. The armor is gleaming iron plate and chainmail. While out of his armor Frans Vou dons a cinnamon tunic and trousers, draping a sky blue cloak around his shoulders. All of his outfits are finished with a pair of tall riding boots and golden spurs.

Equipment/Other Frans Vou has very little in terms of proper equipment beyond his armor and weapons. He’s used to comfortable living and would dictate that his servants carry and care for whatever gear and shelter he might require while journeying. To do just that Frans Vou brought with him his page Adrian, a young lad of thirteen years, and his loyal manservant Moreau. Both of whom follow the young knight astride loaded mules wherever he might wander, dutifully attending his every whim.

Physical Description: Frans Vou is tall, about six foot, one. His hair is a dirty blonde, cut neatly off at the shoulder level. His eyes are a plain brown and squinty, seemingly sunk into his sallow face and contrasted against his hooked nose. He could be considered quite handsome if he didn’t always look like he’d just stepped in something revolting. Frans Vou is rather thin and lanky, but has enough meat on his bones to look capable enough in a brawl. His long limbs serve him well in this regard, giving him that slight extra reach. He typically stands straight back and tall, his feet planted firmly and one hand resting on his sword hilt. Frans Vou is very much a noble son of Bretonnia, and in many ways embodies the facets of the royal elite that govern the great kingdom.

Mental Description/Personality: While holding a vast number of traits, Frans Vou is by no means a humble or compassionate man. Arrogant and proud the young Knight Errant views himself as the smartest, and noblest of men. Often gracing peasants and commoners with his presence and even a few coins if he’s feeling generous. Although he’s cocky, Frans Vou isn’t stupid, and is in fact quite intelligent. He is also a social person and can be very easy to get along with, quick to slap a friends back and shake a companion’s hand and drink fine wine with them late into the night. As long as one can stomach his unfettered arrogance the young knight can be a good friend to have in all circumstances. However Frans Vou can also be petty and unforgiving. Not quick to the sword, but merciless when driven to anger. He is also very determined, and can be difficult to persuade once his mind has been set.

Background/History: House Bluspereaux is a large family living in southwestern Bretonnia, in a great manor. The Noble House is well known for producing brave knights, and honorable noblemen for the high class, and has never failed to ride in haste once summoned by the king or their lords. There the fields are filled, the vines rich, and the forest thin. Winters tend to be a little harsher due to their close proximity to the southern mountains, but never enough to worsen the living state of the static population, and thus nobody cared much that the taxes were a bit higher than the bordering lands. It was blessing enough to know there would always be food on the table, and a fearless knight in the castles to protect the common folk.

It was here in the mild lands of House Bluspereaux that Francois Vou Bluspereaux, son of Vincent Vou Bluspereaux was born. Raised as all boys of noble blood ought to be, Frans Vou’s upbringing was meticulous and strategized. It was easy to plan after all, Vincent having already had fourteen sons to struggle with before Frans Vou. The years passed quickly for the lad, and he spent his time studying and training to become a grand knight like his ancestors before him. His arrogant demeanor was considered normal by the Bluspereaux family, and was often even encouraged by the manor staff and his immediate family. This came to a head however when Frans Vou discovered a terrible truth. He’d been born one place short.

Indeed, Vincent had no more lands to divide up between his many children leaving Frans Vou with title of his own. Furious at such a slight of nature Frans Vou fulminated for days and nights at his father and mother demanding his birth right, but to no avail. There was simply nothing to be done, and the young man settled into a slumping depression. It was like this that on his twenty first birthday when he was knighted and given lance and golden spurs that Frans Vou realized he would have to take matters into his own hands, should he ever wish to preside over proper lands of his own. But first he would have to anger his father to punish him for such a monstrous slight.

The scheme as Frans Vou saw it was simple. He was now a Knight Errant, charged with finding some great beast to slay, or adventure to attend, or damsel to save. So in order to infuriate his father while completing his duty Frans Vou decided to join a band of Imperial Mercenaries and adventurers, and depart on his grand quest in their company. Frans Vou in all his youthful arrogance announced this plan with bold confidence during the evening meal, the night before he departed. As expected his father became furious, and raved at his foolish son who would so willingly soil the family name with such petty actions, but to little affect. It was a cold, and gloomy morning following day, frosty not from the chilled air but from the livid anger that radiated off the castle walls. Frans Vou and his manservant Moreau and page Adrian left early, departing for Rottfurt at an easy pace not wanting to spend a second more within the Bluspereaux manor.

Life After- A Sorta Nation Prepping RP

Haha, everyone is double posting due to the guild being glitchy as hell.

Anyway here's mine.

Freeman Residence

Survivors:
Eric Freeman – A good hearted, but distrusting man of forty-eight years Eric is the a-typical prepper. He’s not expecting anything nation breaking but has prepared for a devastating natural disaster all the same. Lately he’s amped up his efforts, and refreshed his supplies as something seems off in the geo-political environment. He works as a pilot for FedEx, and has served ten years in the US Navy as a fighter pilot before retiring. He’s a widower and the legal guardian of his niece Tonya, and has no children of his own. His skills are limited, but he’s a decent survivalist and a competent hunter. He’s also happens to be a trained pilot, with particular skill in flying large multi engine aircraft.

Peter Wan – A twenty-two year old electric engineering major from Korea. Peter isn’t much of a prepper but he’s renting out Eric Freeman’s spare bedroom so that he can attend his classes at UT, he also works part time at a nearby pizzeria. Peter is proficient with electronics, and configuring radios and he’s got a pretty good head on his shoulders. Peter doesn’t spend too much time around the house, and has only been staying with Eric for about two months.

Tonya Wisher – Tonya is a twelve year old girl originally from Montana who now lives with her only uncle outside of San Antonia Texas. Her parents were killed in an accident a year back, and after being passed around from one family member to the next she finally settled in with Eric Freeman, her mother’s brother. Eric bought her a puppy to help cheer her up, and enrolled her in the local Girl Scouts. She’s a smart girl and quick to learn and hardly any trouble, of which Eric is very grateful.

The Stronghold

Set at the end of a cul-de-sac on Blueberry Street in New Braunfels Texas is Eric’s one story three bedroomed suburban residence. The house has been prepped for natural disasters, having a decent amount of canned food and clean water stored in the attic, (about two hundred units) and a solid concrete foundation. From within the attic there is access to the roof and a number of small windows which can act as makeshift shooting ports in the event of a siege. The attic is the most secure part of the house, with stacks of prefilled sandbags, fire hydrants, shovels, and axes all ready to be used, along with a twelve foot ladder should escape into the back yard be necessary, and an inflatable raft with an electric pump.

The ground floor of the house is fairly typical for a usual suburban dwelling. The decorations are sparse but homey and the rooms are kept clean. In the kitchen is an extra twenty units of perishable supplies for regular use, usually restocked by Eric every week or so. In the living room is the TV and a portable radio and a couch which can double as a bed or door barricade. The spare bedroom is kept in good condition by Peter, and is usually left alone by Eric. In Tonya’s room, besides the normal furnishings, is a hand portable radio, and in her closet a hastily made up survival bag with six units of nonperishable food, and several other basic essentials.

In the master bedroom Eric has a two walk-in closets, one of which he’s turned into his personal armory. Within he keeps his AR-15 with about four hundred 5.56 rounds, two 9mm Glocks with about ninety rounds, and a 12 gauge pump action shot gun with roughly thirty rounds. Also stored in that closet, which is kept locked at all times, Eric keeps his own massive survival backpack with twelve units of nonperishable supplies and a compound bow with a quiver of twelve arrows, and a two foot long machete. In there he also keeps an expansive first aid kit, including a range of anti-biotics, gauze and bandages, and water treatment tablets.

Out back in the fenced in yard is a six month old border collie named Bella, whose more Tonya’s pet than an actual guard dog. Nevertheless she is pretty good at protecting the outdoor portion of the house from marauding cats and squirrels, keeping Eric’s tool shed safe, and in the case of real intruders could alert those inside the house with her loud yips. Within Eric’s shed are three barrels of gasoline and a generator, should the electricity be cut off. Eric also keeps his extra plywood for boarding up the windows, and a wide array of tools for practical use on the house and vehicles.

In the carport out front Eric keeps his GMC pickup truck parked next to his beloved Harley Davidson motorcycle, along with his and Tonya’s bicycles. Peter owns his own Prius which is usually parked exposed in the driveway.

Lore:

The terminal grew calm like always in the waning hours of the day. The constant chatter of arrivals and departures faded into quiet calm as Eric Freeman, still in his suit and tie patiently waited for the arrival of the twelve o’clock flight. It was late, very late. Checking his shiny silver watch once more Eric sighed and loosened his tie. It was already fifteen after two, he’d landed his own plane nearly three hours ago having expected his niece to arrive shortly after. This of course didn’t happen and Eric found himself waiting one extra hour, and then another, and another. The delays apparently having been serious, either by bad weather or mechanical errors, either way it was making Eric very nervous.

Standing up Eric ambled over to the window and peered out into the darkened night sky, scanning for any wing lights. Besides the illuminated loading platforms and the blue LED runway lights the skies and airstrips were devoid of light, aircraft or anything else. Eric was about to return to his bench when a distant red glimmer caught his eye, far off in the distance.

“Finally,” he muttered turning away from the window. Despite his impatience Eric felt a certain level of relief that nothing worse occurred mid transit, if that was indeed her flight. And Eric couldn’t imagine who else would be arriving at such an unholy hour. Sure enough after another twenty minutes or so a collection of yawning passengers, toting with them their carry-on bags descended the escalator and gathered around the luggage return. Others wandered over to the only open coffee service left in the airport to buy themselves a late night drink. Eric watched the small crowd disperse, looking for the visage of his niece Tonya Wisher. He’d seen her less than four months ago, and well-remembered her tearstained face at his sister and brother-in-law’s funeral. Tonya had then been shunted around between relatives and friends before at last being dropped into Eric’s custody. The paperwork was signed, the social service inspection complete, and the deed done well before a shocked and anti-social Eric could even take it all in. Normally Eric would’ve been aghast at the terrible idea of him being the legal guardian of a living, breathing child, but how could he say no to his recently orphaned niece?

“Tonya, over here.” Eric called, spotting her descending the escalator. She looked exhausted and disheveled and she rushed over to him, dropping her backpack and embracing his waist in a tight hug. For a moment Eric wasn’t sure what to do, standing perplexed before kneeling down and returning the embrace, patting her blonde hair and uttering an assuring, “Easy now, everything’s going to be alright. We’ll make it through this. We can make it through anything.”

Let me know if the lore is okay, it doesn't really have anything to do with prepping but you said anything would work.

Life After- A Sorta Nation Prepping RP

Hey I'm interested in joining, but before I start working on a sheet, would it be acceptable to have a prepper who wasn't ready for an apocalypse, and was more just a little extra stocked up incase of a regular natural disaster. Or do the preppers have to be expecting the apocalypse?

Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world!

I'm intrigued! Would an arrogant and adventurous young Bretonnian be a welcome addition?

Intergalactic Space Adventurers- [ISA]

Standing amidships within his trusty corvette Bessy Girl Jean Wylder watched the scene played out before him in quiet contemplation. Normally he’d pace the observation deck while in deep thought but at this moment his hand was strapped to a small hovering medical droid. The bot whizzed and whirled, laying open Jean’s hand and repairing the severe damage done. Moving bones, nerves, and veins around in an attempt to restore the appendage to its proper functions. The droid had injected a nervous agent to freeze Jean’s entire arm, reminding him a little too much of the immobilization drug from back at the saloon. The droid worked on and Jean stared intently out the porthole not wanting to look at the mess of bones, and opened flesh his hand currently was.

The Bessy Girl currently sat in stasis in the shadow of a massive gaseous planet Theonia Z14 a few hundred light years from Theonia Z17. The ship’s placement made it effectively invisible to the naked eye, and Jean knew from experience that the massive waves of energy wafting off of Z14 would scramble long range scanners, camouflaging him to any unwanted observers. Jean felt this precaution necessary as through his own observation screens he could see nearly thirty light attack frigates orbiting Theonia Z14. Each one alone having enough weaponry to rip Bessy Girl to shreds.

“So there’s who you’re workin’ for Bart ya asshole.” Jean muttered to himself, watching as a small fleet of landing ships returned to the frigates, seemingly offloading a cargo of some kind taken from the planet’s surface. “Just what are y’all up too?”

“Sheriff, communication with the Bessy Girl[i] is being attempted from Tajax Prime. Station thirteen. Access code seven, seven, bravo, six, two.[i]” A computer generated feminine voice startled Jean from his thoughts. Shall I patch them through?

Jean extended his head ever so slightly. “Go ahead, pull up the display in the observation deck.”

”Aye Sheriff.

For a moment the screen in front of Jean wavered and crackled before a shotty image of another human came into focus. She wore a similar outfit and badge as Jean, with her booted feet propped up on her desk. Seeing who it was Jean touched the tip of his hat in greeting, which the newcomer copied.

“Well howdy there Director Jane Krytok, fancy you patching in ma’am. I didn’t reckon I’d see you for another couple months at least. I must’ve done something right. Or.” He added as an afterthought. “Really wrong…”

“What in the Hell happened with Bart!” Jane blurted out, getting straight to the point. “I just received word from the Cajjy space that they have him in custody! You were supposed to drag his hide back here, not allow the corrupt Cajjinx cops to snag him. He’ll be sitting in a comfy cell for two years before being released on parole, rather than being hung from the noose like he deserves! Now when ‘e gets released we’ll have to send another Marshal into dangerous space to hunt him down. We’ve lost enough good marshals, and rangers pursuing this one man an’ you had to go an’ botch it again. This isn’t good for your record Sheriff, and what th’ Hell happened to you! You look like ya just got stampeded by a herd of Spugheffers! There better be a god damn good reason for all this Sheriff. This don’t look good.”

“Something wrong then.” Jean muttered when Jane paused to take a breath. “Listen, we’ve got a bigger problem. I had Bart but-“

“YOU FUCKING HAD HIM!” Jane screamed. “WHAT THE ACTUAL-“

“Listen Director! I let the Cajjy police take him because he was connected to the situation at Theonia Z17, an’ it don’t seem to dandy. He was smuggling a cache of untraceable kredits to the invasion fleet here. I’m staked out an’ watching them now, it’s a handful of unmarked frigates, a few landing craft an’ snub fighters. They look kinda raggedy, like they were bought independently.”

“Like someone’s building themselves a personal fleet.” Jane cut in, looking a little less angry and a little more interested. “What’s the situation on the surface?”

“I ain’t sure, I can’t get much closer, my camouflaging capabilities ain’t good enough- hang on.” As Jean watched a small smuggling freighter zipped by the invasion fleet off the planet plotting a course past Jean’s hiding spot. The two lawkeepers watched in interest as the freighter zoomed past less than ten lightyears away providing a clear picture for the long range scanners. “The Ranger, looks like another smuggler for the invasion fleet, maybe.”

“They were cloaked, th’ invaders might’ve not even noticed them. They could just be sneaking past.” Jane cautioned. “Was mere luck we saw ‘em.”

“Yeah, or not. It’s a good lead either way an’ Bessy Girl is better suited to dealin’ with freighters than frigates.”

“Right, well follow them then and see if you can detain and question. I’ll get some more marshals on the Theonia situation in the meantime, this is looking to be an intergalactic incident. An’ don’t think I ain’t still mad at ya about Bart. I’m still as pissed as a wet mountain lion.”


“Aye Director I don’t doubt it. Catch ya ‘round.” The display screen switched off and Jean checked his hand, glad to see the bot was nearly finished. Tilting his head up the Sheriff called in a loud, clear voice. “Ship, begin plotting a course after that freighter’s hyperspace trail. Don’t lose the signal. And prepare the engines for a jump, we’re going after the Ranger.”

Miraculous America

CS Sheet

Normal-
Name: Tonya Tabbet
Age: 14
Appearance: Standing at a moderate 5'5" Tonya has shoulder length brown hair with matching eyes. She wears a collection of different outfits but usually sticks to jeans and long sleeve shirts. She's almost always has a happy smile for everyone, and walks straight and tall with her head held high.

Backstory: Tonya is the beloved only child of widower Harold Tabbet. She’s known a rather comfortable life with her father who’s catered to her every need in immutable fashion. They reside together in a small apartment within the city close to the local school. They moved there a three years back when Rachel Tabbet, Tonya’s mom died in a tragic car accident. Deciding their old residence held too many painful memories Mr. Tabbet moved them into a nice neighborhood within the city, hoping to allow Tonya a chance to find new friends. They’ve settled in nicely over the years and have moved on. Mr. Tabbet now works as a journalist for the city’s news company reporting on local stories and doing opinion pieces for the paper. Harold Tabbet is particularly interested in local heroes, anyone from the sewer man who ventured into the cesspit to rescue a trapped animal, to a returning decorated veteran, often lavishing them with praise for even small deeds of goodwill and courage. His work keeps him busy, and although he dotes upon his daughter she often has a lot of time to herself.

Tonya keeps herself busy though. Between hanging out with her friends, getting acceptable grades at school, and masquerading as Serpentine she’s got a lot on her plate. Tonya had just recently taken up the role as Serpentine. After a rough and rainy day at school she returned home to discover the small miraculous necklace hidden under her pillow. At first Tonya thought it was a gift from her father, but after closer inspection and an encounter with Ossar she realized the truth. She’d been chosen, and although Ossar her Kwami remained frustratingly cryptic about why, or even who’d done the choosing she relished her newfound power and duty.

Tonya dived headfirst into her task as a hero, dedicated to upholding the standard her father had set. And although she didn’t like lying to him about what she was doing all the time, and despite her already mediocre grades suffering for it, she upholds the mantle of hero with only some mistakes, but a few victories as well. Still, she tends to bite off more than she can chew getting herself into trouble more often than not.

Personality: The best way to describe Tonya is to mention her headstrong confidence, and her overbearing impatience. As an only child she has grown to be a bit selfish and spoiled, though not to the point of being a brat. She’s attentive and smart but often rushes into things without thinking, having to force herself to stop and contemplate all her options. She likes to look at the big picture over the small details, which leads to the clash of the ends justifying the means. Tonya can sometimes get into more trouble than she’s bargained for, using determination and people skills to power through. She is a people person after all and can sweet talk most anyone and be sassy to the rest. Her attitude has lent her more than one visit to the principal’s office. That being said she’s still kind and well meaning, only wanting the best for everyone, and justice for all.

Hero-
Name: Serpentine
Appearance:

Serpentine

Miraculous: Tonya’s Kwami is that of the milk snake, which represents confusion and deception. As such the talisman is a small red and black striped jewel of a winding snake in the shape of a question mark with the snake’s head where the dot should be. At the end of the snake’s tail is a small loop through which a leather band is tied making it a necklace. Tonya wears it around her neck keeping it hidden under her shirt at all times.

Powers:
Active: Mirage! When in dire straits and with nowhere left to go Tonya can activate her mirage ability. At the command of Mirage! Tonya can create a powerful illusion from her very imagination. It can be so small it reveals a single speck of dust, or so powerful it engulfs an entire city. The mirage can last as long as the Serpentine suit remains which gives it about five minutes. The mirages are only made of light and sound, and cannot interact with their surroundings and cannot be further altered or controlled beyond their original purpose.
Passive: Besides the normal enhanced strength, speed, endurance, and flexibility granted by the miraculous, the Confusion miraculous grants Tonya infrared vision, constriction-like grip, powerful lungs, minor hypnosis capabilities, and immunity to venom or poisons.

Weapon: The Twin Fangs, are Tonya’s weapons. They are a pair of battle fans decorated symbols of past feats accomplished by the Serpentine hero. They can be used to batter opponents, redirect or block incoming blows, and even be launched like boomerangs for ranged attacks. They are heavy, about a foot long in length, and colored to match her uniform and are doused in a mild nausea venom.

Kwami-
Name: Ossar
Appearance:

Ossar

Personality: Ossar is the Kwami of confusion and deception and embodies it perfectly, making him very difficult to handle. He’s a very shrewd little guy who likes to speak in riddles, anecdotes, and whimsicalities all just because he can. Having a straight conversation with him is nearly impossible and Tonya is constantly frustrated by Ossar’s excellent but never straight forward advice. He’s a very talkative fellow and is a master at a game of riddles, being virtually unbeatable. When it comes to battle or just everyday life Ossar advises careful strategy and sharp tactics in order to win the day.
Favorite Food Drink: Milk

New Miraculous RP

@Rockin Strings I can change it to Ossar. Would that work for you?

Thy Fearful Symmetry [Lovecraftian WW2 Battle of Britain RP]

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