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I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya
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Hello everyone!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
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Name: Haven
Age/Race/Gender: 16/female/human
Appearance:
Her long unruly black hair is usually kept tied into a braid. She is a thin lithe thing with pale skin and black eyes. Always barefoot, but otherwise keeps herself clean and tidy.
Other:
Armor/Clothing: Draped in old cloths that were left at the tavern or thrown away by various guests. Haven has hemmed and taken in the frocks to fit herself. She rarely wears shoes.
Weapons: She has a sling that she keeps at her side when she goes into the wood, and keeps a handful of stones in her pocket. She also carries two knives when she leaves the tavern, one large and one small and curved (the smaller is for gathering herbs she might find the larger blade for trouble she might find).
Other Items: She has a collection of herbs, mixtures, tonics and tinctures. Disinfectants, anti-fungal, for head aches, and other minor ailments.
Skills:
Herbalism, Gathering, Forestry: She knows her way around the forest, and knows it's plants and their various uses. Travelers with headache or heartache can order one of her special teas tonics, or tinctures to lessen the pain.
Nimble: What she lacks in physical strength she makes up for with speed of foot, especially in the wood she moves swiftly through the brambles and uneven terrain, she is hard to catch.
Slingshot: She is good with a sling, and with a small rock can catch or kill small game such as hare and sometimes even foul.
Abilities: Nothing seemingly out of the ordinary, though, some visitors swear that her tonics and brews work so fast they must work by magic!
Personality: Haven is accommodating and friendly, while quiet and introverted. Her keen dark eyes miss little, and her large smiling mouth says less. Either by her nature or by her job-training she is always on hand and willing to assist travelers. She is young and inexperienced, unworldly, and perhaps a bit foolish.
History: Haven showed up at the Faintly Gallows three years ago. It was during a storm, she was dragged in by a traveler who found her on the road, pale and sick. When they warmed her she wouldn't (or couldn't) speak, and refused to wear shoes. But, she proved she could make herself useful. She started by washing dishes and cleaning, then serving, then other menial tasks to help 'pay' for her stay while she had been sick. She showed no interest in leaving, and no one came looking for her, so she continued to work at the Gallows. Regular visitors are now accustomed to Haven and her quiet warm smile.
Age/Race/Gender: 16/female/human
Appearance:
Her long unruly black hair is usually kept tied into a braid. She is a thin lithe thing with pale skin and black eyes. Always barefoot, but otherwise keeps herself clean and tidy.
Other:
Armor/Clothing: Draped in old cloths that were left at the tavern or thrown away by various guests. Haven has hemmed and taken in the frocks to fit herself. She rarely wears shoes.
Weapons: She has a sling that she keeps at her side when she goes into the wood, and keeps a handful of stones in her pocket. She also carries two knives when she leaves the tavern, one large and one small and curved (the smaller is for gathering herbs she might find the larger blade for trouble she might find).
Other Items: She has a collection of herbs, mixtures, tonics and tinctures. Disinfectants, anti-fungal, for head aches, and other minor ailments.
Skills:
Herbalism, Gathering, Forestry: She knows her way around the forest, and knows it's plants and their various uses. Travelers with headache or heartache can order one of her special teas tonics, or tinctures to lessen the pain.
Nimble: What she lacks in physical strength she makes up for with speed of foot, especially in the wood she moves swiftly through the brambles and uneven terrain, she is hard to catch.
Slingshot: She is good with a sling, and with a small rock can catch or kill small game such as hare and sometimes even foul.
Abilities: Nothing seemingly out of the ordinary, though, some visitors swear that her tonics and brews work so fast they must work by magic!
Personality: Haven is accommodating and friendly, while quiet and introverted. Her keen dark eyes miss little, and her large smiling mouth says less. Either by her nature or by her job-training she is always on hand and willing to assist travelers. She is young and inexperienced, unworldly, and perhaps a bit foolish.
History: Haven showed up at the Faintly Gallows three years ago. It was during a storm, she was dragged in by a traveler who found her on the road, pale and sick. When they warmed her she wouldn't (or couldn't) speak, and refused to wear shoes. But, she proved she could make herself useful. She started by washing dishes and cleaning, then serving, then other menial tasks to help 'pay' for her stay while she had been sick. She showed no interest in leaving, and no one came looking for her, so she continued to work at the Gallows. Regular visitors are now accustomed to Haven and her quiet warm smile.
Great name ideas!
I like the jelly bean reference Best!
I like the jelly bean reference Best!
MissCapnCrunch said
Oh yay ^_^ It's good to have friends!
And yes, first mudblood/muggle-born!
If I am accepted :O
If you are still accepting:
Name: Caelum Liquin
Age: 11
Gender: Female
House: Hufflepuff
Magical Heritage: Muggle Born
Appearance:
A thin little thing with dusty ginger skin and a button nose. Her long nappy hair is carefully braided and twisted, sometimes it is left dangling about her shoulders, sometimes coiled up into a bun, crown, or other interesting arrangement.
At 11 years old she is a stick, with no womanly curves to speak of. She will try to make up for what she ‘lacks’ with a daring shade of lipgloss, a black-winged eye, or a set of heels. She has a fashion sense and an eye for detail that is more mature than most her age (which the uniform robes will certainly dampen).
Backstory/Personality:
Caelum was raised in London. Her father is a plastic surgeon and her mother a model, both muggle and ignorant of the wizarding world. They believed in magic abstractly. Her father made ‘magic’ happen with his medical instruments, and her mother made ‘magic’ happen with her body and a camera. ‘Little Cae’ made ‘magic’ with her crayons. That was all they knew until an owl delivered a letter to Cae in their high rise apartment…
Her mother and father divorced when she was very young. Her father took full custody, though she saw her mother very often. Her parents get along well, while her mother remarried twice after and is currently single. Her father never remarried, he is an introvert who mostly keeps to himself and keeps busy. He entertains the occasional girlfriend, but nothing that lasts more than a few months. Her mother has a large network of friends and toted 'Little Cae' along on countless fashion shows, gallery openings, concerts, films, holiday parties, so on and so forth. Cae quickly developed self control obtained only by children who spend too much time with adults.
Unlike her mother, Cae is introverted. She loved going places with her mother but preferred to stay quiet and watch. She always brought along a little designer purse full of crayons and paper, keeping herself quietly occupied with doodling. Her doodling became quite good as she got older, and her mother knew plenty of artists to mentor her young talent. Crayons turned to color pencils, which turned to watercolors and acrylic...
Her parents had been considering sending Caelum to a private arts-focused school when they got the letter.
At first Cae did not want to go to 'Hogwarts'. If it was so great why hadn't they heard of it? Besides, she wanted to be an artist not a magician. (Caelum thought it was some sort of stage-magician’s school. She had met a few magicians, and saw through all their tricks! She certainly did NOT want to be like them!)
Then then the neighbors from downstairs showed up. Impeccable timing. They were there to congratulate Little Cae on ‘getting her letter’. ‘But how did you know?’ her parents asked. ‘Why, we saw the owl! We knew it had to be for little Cae!’ The neighbors downstairs were kind but they never spoke much. Firstly because in the city it is customary to ignore your neighbors, and secondly they always seemed a bit strange. They were unnerved to hear that Cae did not want to go, and invited her over for tea to talk it over. They claimed to be wizards themselves, and promised that they were not stage magicians.
They showed Cae what Wizard artwork looked like. Moving paintings. Caelum was amazed. It did not seem like making a cartoon, it seemed like making something alive.
Cae instantly changed her mind. She wanted to learn magic for herself and how to make her own paintings alive.
Cae is eager to learn and very talented. She has a bit of an ego, and is very critical of herself and others, particularly when it comes to appearances. In that way she is superficial. She grew up seeing adults with many acquaintances but no close or permanent connections. The most important quality of others is what they could do or their status in society, not who they were inside. This perspective makes it difficult for her to relate to others on a deeper level, and also reflects in her art. She is very good technically but often her work lacks 'soul' or an emotional quality.
Personal Items:
Supplies: Paints, brushes, pencils, papers…
Wand: Wood of yew with core of Kelpie Hair.
Special Gifts and Abilities: A talent for art, plus a keen eye for visual detail.
Name: Caelum Liquin
Age: 11
Gender: Female
House: Hufflepuff
Magical Heritage: Muggle Born
Appearance:
A thin little thing with dusty ginger skin and a button nose. Her long nappy hair is carefully braided and twisted, sometimes it is left dangling about her shoulders, sometimes coiled up into a bun, crown, or other interesting arrangement.
At 11 years old she is a stick, with no womanly curves to speak of. She will try to make up for what she ‘lacks’ with a daring shade of lipgloss, a black-winged eye, or a set of heels. She has a fashion sense and an eye for detail that is more mature than most her age (which the uniform robes will certainly dampen).
Backstory/Personality:
Caelum was raised in London. Her father is a plastic surgeon and her mother a model, both muggle and ignorant of the wizarding world. They believed in magic abstractly. Her father made ‘magic’ happen with his medical instruments, and her mother made ‘magic’ happen with her body and a camera. ‘Little Cae’ made ‘magic’ with her crayons. That was all they knew until an owl delivered a letter to Cae in their high rise apartment…
Her mother and father divorced when she was very young. Her father took full custody, though she saw her mother very often. Her parents get along well, while her mother remarried twice after and is currently single. Her father never remarried, he is an introvert who mostly keeps to himself and keeps busy. He entertains the occasional girlfriend, but nothing that lasts more than a few months. Her mother has a large network of friends and toted 'Little Cae' along on countless fashion shows, gallery openings, concerts, films, holiday parties, so on and so forth. Cae quickly developed self control obtained only by children who spend too much time with adults.
Unlike her mother, Cae is introverted. She loved going places with her mother but preferred to stay quiet and watch. She always brought along a little designer purse full of crayons and paper, keeping herself quietly occupied with doodling. Her doodling became quite good as she got older, and her mother knew plenty of artists to mentor her young talent. Crayons turned to color pencils, which turned to watercolors and acrylic...
Her parents had been considering sending Caelum to a private arts-focused school when they got the letter.
At first Cae did not want to go to 'Hogwarts'. If it was so great why hadn't they heard of it? Besides, she wanted to be an artist not a magician. (Caelum thought it was some sort of stage-magician’s school. She had met a few magicians, and saw through all their tricks! She certainly did NOT want to be like them!)
Then then the neighbors from downstairs showed up. Impeccable timing. They were there to congratulate Little Cae on ‘getting her letter’. ‘But how did you know?’ her parents asked. ‘Why, we saw the owl! We knew it had to be for little Cae!’ The neighbors downstairs were kind but they never spoke much. Firstly because in the city it is customary to ignore your neighbors, and secondly they always seemed a bit strange. They were unnerved to hear that Cae did not want to go, and invited her over for tea to talk it over. They claimed to be wizards themselves, and promised that they were not stage magicians.
They showed Cae what Wizard artwork looked like. Moving paintings. Caelum was amazed. It did not seem like making a cartoon, it seemed like making something alive.
Cae instantly changed her mind. She wanted to learn magic for herself and how to make her own paintings alive.
Cae is eager to learn and very talented. She has a bit of an ego, and is very critical of herself and others, particularly when it comes to appearances. In that way she is superficial. She grew up seeing adults with many acquaintances but no close or permanent connections. The most important quality of others is what they could do or their status in society, not who they were inside. This perspective makes it difficult for her to relate to others on a deeper level, and also reflects in her art. She is very good technically but often her work lacks 'soul' or an emotional quality.
Personal Items:
Supplies: Paints, brushes, pencils, papers…
Wand: Wood of yew with core of Kelpie Hair.
Special Gifts and Abilities: A talent for art, plus a keen eye for visual detail.
I am soooooooooooooooooooooooo in-terested!
Hey, interested! And also interested in bouncing around story/plot/setting ideas with you ^_^
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Cae sat across the Astronomy room from her subject. She was wearing a loose t-shirt had cut up and re-sewn to fit her thin form, she slit holes in the back to create the shape of wings. Otherwise she only wore black tights, while her sandals lay beside her chair (she liked to paint barefoot). Her pink hair was loose and a bit unruly, there were bits of paint spattered about it like confetti, a blue smudge on her cheek as well, a blue that was nearly the same shade as her own eyes.
She tickled the Painting-Richard’s brow with her brush, that Richard squirmed uncomfortably. “Perhaps you should relax.” She set down her brush and crossed the room.
As she stepped away from her canvas she wondered if that Richard missed her when she was gone… Or this Richard…
When she drew near him she reached out to touch his worried brow with her fingers. When the scowl softened she said “Perhaps we need a break.”
‘Put down that book… and look at me the way I look at you…
Inner beauty was discussed much in her art classes and amongst her artistic friends. However, Cae was raised by a plastic surgeon on Madison Avenue, the concept was lost on her. She was always lauded for her technical abilities, but sometimes was criticized for her work being ‘soulless’ or ‘superficial’. Baffled, Cae would walk away from class with anger in her stomach and a sub-par grade, completely baffled.
Until Richard came along. He was handsome, she had always noticed that. Then when she tried to paint him she found herself at a loss.
She she could not capture his likeness with her own two hands, try as she might, over and over again, there was always something missing, something not quite right in her painting.
‘What does he have that I can not see?’
So, she did what any good artist should do and observed her subject. She saw that he was more than handsome, he showed bravery and stood up to Hale, he showed intellect as he lead the experimental club, he was kind to befriend Adelfonsus and River…
Richard was beautiful inside and out.
She understood what ‘inner beauty’ meant when she looked into Richard’s blue eyes, a shade of blue that nearly matched her own. Though, Cae imagined that when he looked upon her, they lightened ever so slightly.
She smiled at him, she was now confident that she and her magic paintbrush could capture all of him.
“Perhaps it is the stress.” She was referring to his spell-troubles with a shrug. “Or do you have trouble keeping your focus today?” she tilted her head to one side. “I would hate for you to vanish anyhow…”
She tickled the Painting-Richard’s brow with her brush, that Richard squirmed uncomfortably. “Perhaps you should relax.” She set down her brush and crossed the room.
As she stepped away from her canvas she wondered if that Richard missed her when she was gone… Or this Richard…
When she drew near him she reached out to touch his worried brow with her fingers. When the scowl softened she said “Perhaps we need a break.”
‘Put down that book… and look at me the way I look at you…
Inner beauty was discussed much in her art classes and amongst her artistic friends. However, Cae was raised by a plastic surgeon on Madison Avenue, the concept was lost on her. She was always lauded for her technical abilities, but sometimes was criticized for her work being ‘soulless’ or ‘superficial’. Baffled, Cae would walk away from class with anger in her stomach and a sub-par grade, completely baffled.
Until Richard came along. He was handsome, she had always noticed that. Then when she tried to paint him she found herself at a loss.
She she could not capture his likeness with her own two hands, try as she might, over and over again, there was always something missing, something not quite right in her painting.
‘What does he have that I can not see?’
So, she did what any good artist should do and observed her subject. She saw that he was more than handsome, he showed bravery and stood up to Hale, he showed intellect as he lead the experimental club, he was kind to befriend Adelfonsus and River…
Richard was beautiful inside and out.
She understood what ‘inner beauty’ meant when she looked into Richard’s blue eyes, a shade of blue that nearly matched her own. Though, Cae imagined that when he looked upon her, they lightened ever so slightly.
She smiled at him, she was now confident that she and her magic paintbrush could capture all of him.
“Perhaps it is the stress.” She was referring to his spell-troubles with a shrug. “Or do you have trouble keeping your focus today?” she tilted her head to one side. “I would hate for you to vanish anyhow…”
She looked away from the raven, his cool stare unsettled her. "Fonsus is from there, and his family invited me... Richard was invited too." She added quickly, she didn't want White to think that Addie and herself were an item of some sort, she wouldn't be the only one 'meeting the parents'.
"We just thought it would be fun to spend the holiday together. Richard and I have never been to Canada before." Though, Richard had never said that he hadn't been to Canada. River realized that Richard seldom talked about his past, his old school or his old friends. She was never one to pry. She wondered if he missed them like she missed her friends in Chile.
"We just thought it would be fun to spend the holiday together. Richard and I have never been to Canada before." Though, Richard had never said that he hadn't been to Canada. River realized that Richard seldom talked about his past, his old school or his old friends. She was never one to pry. She wondered if he missed them like she missed her friends in Chile.
She looked away from the raven, his cool stare unsettled her. "Fonsus is from there, and his family invited me... Richard was invited too." She added quickly, she didn't want White to think that Addie and herself were an item of some sort, she wouldn't be the only one 'meeting the parents'.
"We just thought it would be fun to spend the holiday together. Richard and I have never been to Canada before." Though, Richard had never said that he hadn't been to Canada. River realized that Richard seldom talked about his past, his old school or his old friends. She was never one to pry. She wondered if he missed them like she missed her friends in Chile.
"We just thought it would be fun to spend the holiday together. Richard and I have never been to Canada before." Though, Richard had never said that he hadn't been to Canada. River realized that Richard seldom talked about his past, his old school or his old friends. She was never one to pry. She wondered if he missed them like she missed her friends in Chile.
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