Fabricant451

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

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I'm breaking down and making a cop that I'm hoping to pair with Hope. So while she might be alone now, she won't be for long.

@Blue Demon

Solid. I can dig it

The Lost ~Currently Not Accepting~

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Unless he somehow becomes sooper good friends with Cass.

@WilsonTurner

This is the ultimate result for everyone. You'll see. You'll all see. On a long enough timeline everyone becomes great friends with Cass

Redemption: Shadows of Esarion

Well there's a post that I made and then posted

Redemption: Shadows of Esarion

CARISA

There was music. There was always music, oh how it soothed, how it pleased the ear. Someone was fond of music, of the lilting notes and the divine voices of one trained in the art of performance - so high and strong that the glass on the tables vibrated just enough to be impressive rather than a mess in the making. Even then there was music, though the melody seemed lost, forgotten, discarded; but not just music, there was something else just as pleasant. Heat. Warmth. She was smiling, was she not? Might it have been the one time she truly meant it?

Blue lights beaming their rays onto her, bringing a comfort that blended with the soft tones of that sweet music; a serenade played just for her ears. Was this paradise? Heaven? Had she been so blessed, with such saccharine sounds and a warm belly? But always the music stops, the singing voice replaced by hushed whispers and a shrill scream that wasn't familiar. The warmth returned but not in her belly, but her mouth as those blue lights burn brighter before the only sound is dulled to nothing. That warmth brought no comfort, but there was something about it...something that was just so...

familiar

Why was it damp?

As before there was a scream, but this one was not nearly as shrill as the one that ended the music, but it was far more clear, far closer than any sound she had heard before. First, however, there was movement. It was as if she had taken a trip, but that was impossible, no properly trained lady would ever fall over her own feet. The screaming is what brought her back, opened a dim pair of blue eyes to a crimson sight.

That explained the dampness in one quick glance. Somehow she had been taken away from the comfort of music and the warmth of...whatever that was and brought to the discomfort of corpses and horrific scenery and the watery pools that lay at the base of the mountains of flesh, bone, and junk. A shaking hand turns before her eyes and is met not with the familiar ivory but with a stain marring what was once such flawless skin. That same hand moved closer, touching sunken cheeks and leaving behind five simple streaks of sickly fluids.

The realization settled in after a moment's consideration, unaided by the loud screaming that was suddenly much clearer and much more understandable. A slow craning of her neck had her eyes settle on another figure, the shape of a male - but who could really tell amidst corpses - asking simple questions. The bodies near his feet slid down towards the same pool she found herself in, no doubt she was amongst that number not too long ago. So it is the fault of this curious, confused boy that she was now covered in a fine coat of what she could only hope was just blood.

Before a confrontation, the blonde woman - though with hair now stringy and stained with red - quickly grabbed at her other hand, hoping that it was still there and, if so, that it had remained unpilfered. A soft sigh of relief from her lips as thin fingers closed around a once sparkling, beautiful accessory. Things were looking up already; losing that would have simply made the woman want nothing more than to lay back into the pool, face first this time, and bring about her own undoing.

The presence of a ring on her finger was soothing, calming, though it did little to alleviate the lingering worry and confusion. Questions for a later time, surely. More important was determining motor functions. Her hands were fine and slowly she rose to her feet, both of them having been submerged. Had she been wearing boots - no...wait...she was in finely cobbled heels, wasn't she? - or indeed any footwear at all she might have been saved the feeling of this bloody soup between her toes...but alas she was not so fortunate.

She stood, her toes wiggling and making small ripples, and took a step. She didn't tumble. She didn't trip. She could move, slowly for now, but wading was better than nothing at all.

With those concerns out of the way, her ears began picking up other sounds. Words. Motions. Questions. Answers.

"H...Hello? Who...Who are you...people?" she asked, but only in her head. She opened her mouth to speak, to question, but no words left those lips. All that came out, all that she heard, were sounds not unlike a growl from a beast that vaguely sounded like questions from the inflection of her guttural noises.

"Can anybody hear me?" Her watery growl pegged again, asking no intelligible question and expecting nothing in return.

Her body being covered in blood seemed now to be the least of her concerns.

Redemption: Shadows of Esarion

I'm gonna have a post up tonight.

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

Jeez, except for Razor Bat it's like Detective Sandoval's babysitting the kids.

Nightwing included.

Speed Dating: Pezula

Veronica Bryant

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Character Summary

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Name: Veronica Bryant
Age: Twenty Seven

Zodiac: Gemini

Ethnicity: Caucasian. Irish-American

Gender: Female

Occupation: Cartoonist

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Appearance

Height: 5'6"

Weight: Rude to ask. Like so rude. But it's like less than 150 but not by a whole lot?

Build: Is there a word for 'has some chub in the thighs'? Let's go with a little pear shaped.

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Muddy Brown

Skin Tone: A fair tanned pale.

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Veronica has a tattoo of Snoopy on her right shoulder. No piercings. No scars that ever lingered.

Personal Style: It's quite clear that Veronica is not exactly someone that has a great eye for fashion, but that's never really bothered her. She's not in the industry or anything. Hers is more comfortable rather than practical or stylish, often wearing casual clothing that's mismatched and frequently wearing the same shirt or pants more than one day in a row.

Her favorite articles of clothing are shorts and skirts or really anything that lets her show off her legs, which in her eyes are the only thing physically that she can be proud of. Her shorts tend to be of the denim variety and her skirts tend to be flared. She never styles her hair in any particular way, just letting it flow naturally, though she does brush it in the mornings. She does have some standards after all.

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Psychology

Sloppy * Sarcastic * Independent * Rude

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Single for the better part of twenty seven years now

Personality: There's a very clear reason as to why Veronica has had such difficulty in having dates call back after the first time out and it might have something to do with how she acts and speaks. Veronica is a woman who missed the memo on certain social graces, such as covering her mouth when she has to belch or making rude, often vulgar, comments. It's sort of childish, her behavior, but her stubborn refusal to change herself has pretty much dug her own grave when it comes to the dating world.

But that doesn't really bother her, she's happy enough with who she is and really only considers dating because often it's a way to get a free dinner out of it. Or at least a cheaper one when they go Dutch about it. Her sense of humor is more tongue in cheek than outright witty, responding in sarcastic tones and searching for the right sorts of puns to fit a situation. Some find that annoying since Veronica always wants to be the one to come off as funny when her sarcasm is more mean spirited than anything else.

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History

History: Veronica was born in Waterford, Ireland but her father moved the family to America when Veronica was just about ready to enter kindergarten. She is an only child and in that way was rather spoiled as a kid, with her parents both working and providing to ensure that there was always food on the table and presents for a birthday. The Bryants took frequent trips to Ireland to see the extended family but Veronica never really seemed to get along with her cousins and grandparents, seeing the trips as nothing more than boring vacations.

The landscapes of her home country were what led to her picking up the drawing utensils in the first place and by the time she was entering high school she was spending more time doodling than doing homework. She wasn't a dumb kid by any stretch, but she only ever skated by, maintaining her middle of the road average due to her caring more about drawing than whatever happened in history or literature. Her college experience was two years before she decided that it just wasn't for her.

So with no degree, Veronica moved back in with her parents where she lived until she was twenty six. During her early twenties she was forced to work minimum wage jobs, working her way up the ladder at a McDonald's until she got a letter in the mail informing her that her cartoon 'Swingles' was going to be syndicated in national newspapers. The comic strip is a humorous take on being single in the modern world, drawing frequently from her own experiences. The hardest part of her new job was meeting the deadlines, daily strips really take more time than she initially thought. Still, the job was enough to live off of, much to the joy of her parents, and it comes with enough free time for her to indulge in her other hobbies.

Veronica would like to take her drawing talents to the realm of graphic novels, which she works on in her spare time, but so far no one's interested in publishing anything other than collections of Swingles strips.

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Extras

Character Quote: "My best friend is a pencil because pencils, unlike people, don't care that you forgot to brush your teeth that week."

Theme Song: Comeback Kid by Sleigh Bells
Anything Else: Irish Catholic, but she doesn't attend.

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

David Sandoval

Character Summary

Name:David Sandoval

Age: 30

Zodiac: Virgo

Ethnicity: Hispanic

Gender: Male

Occupation: Veterinarian

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Appearance

Height: 6'0

Weight: 178 ;bs

Build: Healthy

Eyes: Deep Brown

Hair: Black

Skin Tone: Light Brown

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None whatsover.

Personal Style: David carries himself like a professional, preferring more formal attire during the working week and more casual formal during weekends, such as nice turtlenecks and khakis; though his footwear is often just sneakers rather than loafers or the like. He walks around and is on his feet often and comfort trumps style when it comes to feet. His style trades more in appearance rather than outright comfort, but when your name is on a building sign then appearances matter.

If there is anything inconsistent it's his hair. He enjoys having facial hair, a goatee or fuzz fan, but often the responsibility of keeping it groomed makes it more work than it's truly worth. His hair is usually kept short because letting it grow out would just show how shaggy it can get even with combing and frequent washing. Around his eyes are bags of someone who doesn't get nearly as much sleep as they would like.

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Psychology

Analytical * Calm * Well Spoken * Dependable

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Widower

Personality: Befitting one who people trust to save and inspect their beloved house pets, David is of a sharp mind and a sharper tongue. He carries himself professionally in practically every endeavor, from keeping a rapport with clients and co workers to interactions with new people; David is always one to appreciate a firm handshake and strong eye contact. He fancies himself a problem solver, but that really consists of him overthinking any given situation since he doesn't wish to rush into things.

No one has really seen him lose his temper or his patience, always forcing himself to smile and bear it even when people are making it incredibly difficult to do. David doesn't seem able to say the word no, which has often led to people in the know taking advantage of him. A well acted sob story gets him right where it counts.

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History

History: David was born in Santa Fe, New Mexico to parents that entered the country with work visas before becoming full citizens in their own right. David is the oldest of three siblings, with Hope being his younger sister and Hector being his younger brother. Being the older brother in the family he often took it upon himself to look out for his siblings when his parents couldn't be there to do so. While they have in time come to appreciate what he was doing, at the time he simply came off as needlessly overprotective.

Originally, David had intended to enter law school and pursue a legal career, but his Freshman year of college saw him meeting the woman who would become his wife, Carmen, who was going in the nursing field. David made the rash decision to follow along, switching his field of study to veterinary medicine. He and Carmen were married shortly after getting their degrees and David having a position at a local veterinarian's office.

Carmen unfortunately passed away after a drunk driver ran a red light and crashed into her vehicle. David never quite recovered, not getting back out there and taking the loss rather hard. He became focused on his career and earned a reputation with the community. He believes he's finally ready to move on, but isn't quite sure if he's still got a chance to find what he lost.

Extras

Character Quote: "It's not being selfless, it's just doing the right thing."

Theme Song: Heart of Gold by Neil Young

Anything Else: Raised Catholic but never really stuck with it. If anything he considers himself agnostic these days.

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

Poor Robins, killed before their time.

...I do tend to try 'find some way to make Damian a sympathetic/not-entirely-hateable character as a consistent personal challenge in Gotham/Batman RPs usually, but I don't feel like working to my own cliches.

@Dblade26

Just do what the latest animated movie did and have him learn to be a nice person thanks to the power of boners and goth girls.

The Lost ~Currently Not Accepting~

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...no?
Maybe.
I dunno.

Would you be a good boat, or would you be a boat that'd flip easily so you could dump your passengers out?

@WilsonTurner

I'd be about as good as the Titanic because much like that movie I stop being entertaining halfway through.

The Lost ~Currently Not Accepting~

Are you calling me a boat because I've been called worse