Hawlin

Welcome to Wonderland (AiW RP)

If it is still alive, I would be interested in the role of the 'March Hare'.
Mostly what the role means and if there are, in fact, rabbits involved. >x>

The Hallows Inn [Fantasy Inn Role-Play]

Gosh its been a while since I've seen an Inn RP, let alone one in the Casual section.

-Interested-

EDIT: @SmileyJaws
Though the character I have in mind may be a bit recycled, I imagine they'd fit this setting perfectly.
Rather than message you the bits, I noticed there wasn't a section in the CS for 'Magic' and was curious if it was a thing in this setting.

The Marauders (A new Adventure)

T4-073 'Kaite'

Name: T4-073
AKA: Kaite (Pronounced 'Kite' (Will usually respond to anything as long as he knows he's being addressed))
Age: 3 (appears 14-18 (Mentally 30ish))
Race

Aylv

'The Chimeras of Triganavia', 'The Children of Aylv', 'The Lost Boys', 'Space Rats'...
Roughly ten years ago, these names surfaced on the news following reports of acclaim regarding the successes of the Triganavia corporation. Their 'new-man' project, this creature that could survive hostile conditions and trauma, all based on the exposure of their pharmaceutical end. Making human clones wasn't enough, it was about the 99.5% accuracy in their treatments. After pushs from military backers to produce something more substantial than a morally questionable ration supplement, strides were taken to enhance and test the intelligence of their specimens to serve on front lines in measures to rival simple artificial intelligence. This challenge was taken farther than expected as the specimens were edged on with no actual goal, mostly to see how far beyond human limitations technology and science could reach without the chains of limitation.
It only took Triganavia three years before their security couldn't keep up with the creations who had learned to 'play dumb' and even 'play defective' after trial and error. What humanity saw as failure, these 'Children of Aylv' knew as exploitation.
A clock ticked over to midnight and the revolution was born. Triganavia was dismantled overnight as two batches of one-hundred with fifty being in formidable condition incited a collective uprising against those who would otherwise use them for cosmetics, medical testing and meat supplements.

In a statement against humanity, after years of piracy after utilizing the escape pods to inhabit and take down other ships with lures of distress signals, the 'Children of Aylv' pried the remains of Triganavia from Mars, adding their birthplace to a hive which they call 'The Abstract'.
This citadel was made from hobbling together a few light-speed capable crafts with shield-integration, it is likely to drift in the Terran neighboring clusters, though its whereabouts are widely unknown. Though clusters of their forces have been eradicated, the unwavering and unpredictable frequency of attacks has left the Committee widely clueless how wide-spread the threat of The Legion and its Children of Aylv reach.
The established fear is in the stolen genetics technology in their possession which they call 'The Nightmare Machine' for its use to create abominations who serve most roles. In these ten years, few actual sightings of the three-hundred or so Aylvs have been made...or the survivors of raids are reluctant to speak of it.

Tormented ramblings whisper of the horrific brutality displayed by Aylvic marauders and their monsters, as well as mention upon hushed lips of some mysterious technology they possess. It has been romanticized as a presence rather than a device, capable of crushing, freezing and effortlessly tearing men women and children asunder with a mere mention of a few shapeless words. The Committee rejects these claims, as rumors of a glorified pirate faction in possession of terrifying, unknown technology is bad for morale.
For numerous reasons, this force the Aylvic Legion supposedly wield is referred to as 'The Mantle'.

Speculation surrounds the appearance of Aylvs, since experiments in their creation lead to a slurry of genetic combinations. The 'Primes' are the most stable and therefore hold more prominent roles in their society. Primes appear as small humans ranging between four to five feet tall with rabbit-like ears and tail, vertically slit pupils and pronounced top and bottom canines.

Curiously, Aylvs were designed to be genderless. As such, they do not have exclusively 'he' or 'she' distinctions even in physical appearance, but rather varying levels of gray somewhere in between.

It is unclear how long 'Wild' Aylvs live for, how reproductions works or if they established a 'home' planet. Their culture, religion and hierarchy is also widely unknown. Captive Aylvs tend to die from cardio-myopathy relating to stress and tirelessly resist interrogation. Information regarding them is difficult to glean, as the Legion is more likely to shoot someone than answer a single question, and those with answers are in unreliable states of mind.

Appearance

Androgynous, Kaite stands at a physically unimposing 4.5ft (5.1 counting ears). A small black tattoo of T4-073 is printed into the left side of his neck which his hair mostly covers. His hair is sheen with what seems like white but fades to a silvery blonde-ish pink as the hair length continues; the follicles holding a mild bioluminescence. It holds a slight wave to it and is usually worn about 6-7 wavy inches long, covering an eye. From that protrudes long bunny ears with similarly colored fur, though the short hair is mainly white with a slight hue of the blondish pink around the edges. The bushy fluff of his tail shares these qualities, mostly white bottom with color striping the top. Heterochromatic eyes, with a similar glow as his hair, leave the left amber and the right a brilliant sapphire, though this is obscured by an eyepatch which they alternate between eyes. This eyepatch relays sensor diagnostics and trajectory, flourishing in the waves of aim assists granted by simple objective input. This input is fed through Kaite's eyepatch from, the ship...though he simply looks on with the HUD listing irrelevant information.
Kaite's taste in clothes is a tad eccentric and often accentuate his lithe figure. (example with mid-thigh stockings and knee-high boots)

Concept

Faction: Marauder, Child of Aylv (by blood, only)

Role in Team?: Weapons Expert, Chief of Security, gunner... chef (Licensed for operations in most ship-side weaponry, piloting/navigations and even small-arms training...but arguably good reasons were found to disallow this for the time being. Kaite is a wizard with cooking rations, and his appearance betrays his otherwise cold viciousness)

Bio

There were five of us, and I suppose I am the oldest, now. We were made with no purpose, cooked up just to show it could be done. Rigorous training and even sleepless nights of tasking built us up for some unseen goal. I could only wonder why, as speaking wasn't allowed outside of tests and punishment for noncompliance was doled out the same way regardless of the offence. Thankfully, I only had to be beaten senseless once to understand my design wasn't to offer suggestions.
Whoever the display was for did not seem particularly impressed by us as three of my brothers died from health complications. The fourth started with chewing his nails, though his appetite...changed. By the time the guards came in response to the sounds coming from our cell, I had already choked the life out of the creature who my brother became.

Then it was me.

I was assumed defective, what with the murder and all, and Doctor Jericho Triganavia sold me to a suicide squad bound for who knew where. Likely, they didn't know, either, but it was made clear that I had little say in how badly my previous keepers wanted to be rid of me. It was for the better; I had always dreamed of seeing the stars, and now I fly with them.
This 'Raymond' has been nice enough, though I have a feeling that he does not like me as I have been mostly assigned to cook for him and the crew. Though it is a necessity for survival to have sustenance, I hope I can have a chance to be more useful. Having an assignment as chief of security had not sounded very important until I was required to forcefully detain one of my associates after they murdered that one Yhei whose name escapes me.

Personality

On paper, '073' has a violent streak of disproportionate tendencies where they could come off confrontational and hostile. In all actuality, 073 is conditioned to be fairly timid and polite, if anything. With little social experience to base interactions on, 073 tries to compose themselves to in order to accommodate their disposition. For the sake of convenience, 'Kaite' identifies as male...though arguably behaves otherwise.
He is caring and determined, though distant and vicious if there should be an upset in his goals. These goals are usually to coincide with orders, though his building individuality blurs these lines.
Limitations to cells or testing chambers has dulled his perspective of reality, and the world outside of the walls fascinates him to no end.
In spite of their otherwise composed and even innocent demeanor, Kaite is a fear-biter and won't hesitate to defend himself and any others he deems worth it. Fickle as his temperament can be, he seeks direction and a frightened animal is best had on your side than left to roam free. Kaite does what hes told, often to the letter. Skittish around robots.

His is compassion and caring is presented objectively...almost to the point of it seeming disingenuous at times, which it may very well be. Regardless, he still gives his attempts at seeming genuine all of his effort, and it's quite convincing at times.
Much of 'His' disposition is disgustingly skewed and based off racial disposition, especially directed towards humanity. This is mostly in response to reactions regarding his appearance, having no knowledge of his star-borne brethren. After an altercation last time the Monroe stopped at the spire, Kaite is required to be in disguise when he leaves the ship...and he doesn't easily forget events or drop grudges.
Kaite does not see himself being on good terms with other races, and the actions of others validated the concept of 'disliking someone for no reason' in his mind.

Without the common grounds of his free brethren, Kaite has faded into an estranged religion invented by the Aylv.
'Distant Fish' is the name which they have given what they had supposedly seen within emotional turmoil and time spent staring into the one-way windows of their enclosures. Strangely, this behavior is shared throughout his kind, even years after the founders of the faith faded into obscurity...and without outside influence or contact.

Weapon(s) :
- 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp) often holstered on left thigh.
- A simple Pappenheimer Rapier tailored to his size and mostly for display, Kaite is still dangerously versed in fencing. Skill is aimed to incapacitate rather than outright kill without explicit orders. (Records paint Kaite to be vicious and not above killing out of spite, though he'd ever only taken one life to date)

Family/Relationship?: Three brothers died from clone sickness, murdered his last brother out of mercy. Has been on The Monroe for about two months.
Other:
- Kaite speaks vith zeh slightest ouf accents vhich I intend to inflict upon readers.
- Uses broom closets and other small spaces in favor of the crew barracks.

The Marauders (A new Adventure)

T4-073 'Kaite'

Name: T4-073
AKA: Kaite (Pronounced 'Kite' (Will usually respond to anything as long as he knows he's being addressed))
Age: 3 (appears 14-18 (Mentally 30ish))
Race

Aylv

'The Chimeras of Triganavia', 'The Children of Aylv', 'The Lost Boys', 'Space Rats'...
Roughly ten years ago, these names surfaced on the news following reports of acclaim regarding the successes of the Triganavia corporation. Their 'new-man' project, this creature that could survive hostile conditions and trauma, all based on the exposure of their pharmaceutical end. Making human clones wasn't enough, it was about the 99.5% accuracy in their treatments. After pushs from military backers to produce something more substantial than a morally questionable ration supplement, strides were taken to enhance and test the intelligence of their specimens to serve on front lines in measures to rival simple artificial intelligence. This challenge was taken farther than expected as the specimens were edged on with no actual goal, mostly to see how far beyond human limitations technology and science could reach without the chains of limitation.
It only took Triganavia three years before their security couldn't keep up with the creations who had learned to 'play dumb' and even 'play defective' after trial and error. What humanity saw as failure, these 'Children of Aylv' knew as exploitation.
A clock ticked over to midnight and the revolution was born. Triganavia was dismantled overnight as two batches of one-hundred with fifty being in formidable condition incited a collective uprising against those who would otherwise use them for cosmetics, medical testing and meat supplements.

In a statement against humanity, after years of piracy after utilizing the escape pods to inhabit and take down other ships with lures of distress signals, the 'Children of Aylv' pried the remains of Triganavia from Mars, adding their birthplace to a hive which they call 'The Abstract'.
This citadel was made from hobbling together a few light-speed capable crafts with shield-integration, it is likely to drift in the Terran neighboring clusters, though its whereabouts are widely unknown. Though clusters of their forces have been eradicated, the unwavering and unpredictable frequency of attacks has left the Committee widely clueless how wide-spread the threat of The Legion and its Children of Aylv reach.
The established fear is in the stolen genetics technology in their possession which they call 'The Nightmare Machine' for its use to create abominations who serve most roles. In these ten years, few actual sightings of the three-hundred or so Aylvs have been made...or the survivors of raids are reluctant to speak of it.

Tormented ramblings whisper of the horrific brutality displayed by Aylvic marauders and their monsters, as well as mention upon hushed lips of some mysterious technology they possess. It has been romanticized as a presence rather than a device, capable of crushing, freezing and effortlessly tearing men women and children asunder with a mere mention of a few shapeless words. The Committee rejects these claims, as rumors of a glorified pirate faction in possession of terrifying, unknown technology is bad for morale.
For numerous reasons, this force the Aylvic Legion supposedly wield is referred to as 'The Mantle'.

Speculation surrounds the appearance of Aylvs, since experiments in their creation lead to a slurry of genetic combinations. The 'Primes' are the most stable and therefore hold more prominent roles in their society. Primes appear as small humans ranging between four to five feet tall with rabbit-like ears and tail, vertically slit pupils and pronounced top and bottom canines.

Curiously, Aylvs were designed to be genderless. As such, they do not have exclusively 'he' and 'she' distinctions even in physical appearance, but rather varying levels of gray somewhere in between.

It is unclear how long 'Wild' Aylvs live for, how reproductions works or if they established a 'home' planet. Their culture, religion and hierarchy is also widely unknown. Captive Aylvs tend to die from cardio-myopathy relating to stress and tirelessly resist interrogation. Information regarding them is difficult to glean, as the Legion is more likely to shoot someone than answer a single question, and those with answers are in unreliable states of mind.

Appearance

Androgynous, Kaite stands at a physically unimposing 4.5ft (5.1 counting ears). A small black tattoo of T4-073 is printed into the left side of his neck which his hair mostly covers. His hair is sheen with what seems like white but fades to a silvery blonde-ish pink as the hair length continues; the follicles holding a mild bioluminescence. It holds a slight wave to it and is usually worn about 6-7 wavy inches long, covering an eye. From that protrudes long bunny ears with similarly colored fur, though the short hair is mainly white with a slight hue of the blondish pink around the edges. The bushy fluff of his tail shares these qualities, mostly white bottom with color striping the top. Heterochromatic eyes, with a similar glow as his hair, leave the left amber and the right a brilliant sapphire, though this is obscured by an eyepatch which they alternate between eyes. This eyepatch relays sensor diagnostics and trajectory, flourishing in the waves of aim assists granted by simple objective input. This input is fed through Kaite's eyepatch from, the ship...though he simply looks on with the HUD listing irrelevant information.
Kaite's taste in clothes is a tad eccentric and often accentuate his lithe figure. (example with mid-thigh stockings and knee-high boots)

Concept

Faction: Marauder, Child of Aylv (by blood, only)

Role in Team?: Weapons Expert, Chief of Security, gunner... chef (Licensed for operations in most ship-side weaponry, piloting/navigations and even small-arms training...but arguably good reasons were found to disallow this for the time being. Kaite is a wizard with cooking rations, and his appearance betrays his otherwise cold viciousness)

Bio

There were five of us, and I suppose I am the oldest, now. We were made with no purpose, cooked up just to show it could be done. Rigorous training and even sleepless nights of tasking built us up for some unseen goal. I could only wonder why, as speaking wasn't allowed outside of tests and punishment for noncompliance was doled out the same way regardless of the offence. Thankfully, I only had to be beaten senseless once to understand my design wasn't to offer suggestions.
Whoever the display was for did not seem particularly impressed by us as three of my brothers died from health complications. The fourth started with chewing his nails, though his appetite...changed. By the time the guards came in response to the sounds coming from our cell, I had already choked the life out of the creature who my brother became.

Then it was me.

I was assumed defective, what with the murder and all, and Doctor Jericho Triganavia sold me to a suicide squad bound for who knew where. Likely, they didn't know, either, but it was made clear that I had little say in how badly my previous keepers wanted to be rid of me. It was for the better; I had always dreamed of seeing the stars, and now I fly with them.
This 'Raymond' has been nice enough, though I have a feeling that he does not like me as I have been mostly assigned to cook for him and the crew. Though it is a necessity for survival to have sustenance, I hope I can have a chance to be more useful. Having an assignment as chief of security had not sounded very important until I was required to forcefully detain one of my associates after they murdered that one Yhei whose name escapes me.

Personality

On paper, '073' has a violent streak of disproportionate tendencies where they could come off confrontational and hostile. In all actuality, 073 is conditioned to be fairly timid and polite, if anything. With little social experience to base interactions on, 073 tries to compose themselves to in order to accommodate their disposition. For the sake of convenience, 'Kaite' identifies as male...though arguably behaves otherwise.
He is caring and determined, though distant and vicious if there should be an upset in his goals. These goals are usually to coincide with orders, though his building individuality blurs these lines.
Limitations to cells or testing chambers has dulled his perspective of reality, and the world outside of the walls fascinates him to no end.
In spite of their otherwise composed and even innocent demeanor, Kaite is a fear-biter and won't hesitate to defend himself and any others he deems worth it. Fickle as his temperament can be, he seeks direction and a frightened animal is best had on your side than left to roam free. Kaite does what hes told, often to the letter. Skittish around robots.

His is compassion and caring is presented objectively...almost to the point of it seeming disingenuous at times, which it may very well be. Regardless, he still gives his attempts at seeming genuine all of his effort, and it's quite convincing at times.
Much of 'His' disposition is disgustingly skewed and based off racial disposition, especially directed towards humanity. This is mostly in response to reactions regarding his appearance, having no knowledge of his star-borne brethren. After an altercation last time the Monroe stopped at the spire, Kaite is required to be in disguise when he leaves the ship...and he doesn't easily forget events or drop grudges.
Kaite does not see himself being on good terms with other races, and the actions of others validated the concept of 'disliking someone for no reason' in his mind.

Without the common grounds of his free brethren, Kaite has faded into an estranged religion invented by the Aylv.
'Distant Fish' is the name which they have given what they had supposedly seen within emotional turmoil and time spent staring into the one-way windows of their enclosures. Strangely, this behavior is shared throughout his kind, even years after the founders of the faith faded into obscurity...and without outside influence or contact.

Weapon(s) :
- 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp) often holstered on left thigh.
- A simple Pappenheimer Rapier tailored to his size and mostly for display, Kaite is still dangerously versed in fencing. Skill is aimed to incapacitate rather than outright kill without explicit orders. (Records paint Kaite to be vicious and not above killing out of spite, though he'd ever only taken one life to date)

Family/Relationship?: Three brothers died from clone sickness, murdered his last brother out of mercy. Has been on The Monroe for about two months.
Other:
- Kaite speaks vith zeh slightest ouf accents vhich I intend to inflict upon readers.
- Uses broom closets and other small spaces in favor of the crew barracks.

ALSO! Kaite
Not much is new. Same stuff, just an extra mention of his records noting him as being vicious and killing out of spite...regardless of there only being one instance of him taking the life of another.

The Marauders (A new Adventure)

@Forsythe

I may have a reasoning for your ship running into The Monroe fresh out of a jump. Not sure if you'd like it, but it may open up a bit of interaction with Ray's "biggest fans". Also'd probably get your character an 'in' with Monroe, as a lone survivor.
I'd have to hear a bit about your character and ideas, but I can just message you about it, if you're willing to share.~

A Space Adventure! (Maruaders)

Super interested.
:U

Oh wait, I'm a co-gm. It'd be weird if I wasn't.
Bringing back Kaite, of course. :P

Magic Vs Might

Still here.
Hopeful and willing.

(I assume this is a roll-call (of sorts))

The Prophecy

@Odin

I digress from what I was going to say.

Instead, I rescind my interest and investment.

I've thrown my sincerest apologies to Twisted's feet, already.

So...bye.
-Profiles Removed-

Magic Vs Might

Ahnciel

Name: Ahnciel Sinclair

Age: 71 (Modeled to appear 18)

Race

'Freed' Golem

A construct of magic to bolster the structural integrity of porcelain, Ahnciel's anatomy is doll-like and surprisingly light for its durability. Due to the maintaining enchantment, damage to the material will eventually heal with chunks broken off from the core slowly dissipating into mundane sand while bits regrow. The process can be expedited by collecting and piecing the damage back together, though this is a tedious process that only Ahnci truly knows the solution to. Regardless, it makes the difference between regrowing an arm and fusing a crack. Due to the composition of Ahnci's frame, light piercing and mild slash attacks are negligible in threat, while heavy impact, especially blunt, can be devastating.

Typically, a golem follows orders to the will of the master who commands it. However, vague orders will often be met with improvisation based on previous commands. Such an order prior to the death of a master has been observed to cause a golem to tirelessly perform a task without end before defaulting to common constants.
With the death of his master and a final order to 'avenge me', many would see Ahnciel's actions as sentience or at least free thought...though this is only where the trickery begins.

Gender: N/A (Male pronouns)

Appearance

A doll standing at 5'6, flat-heeled knee-high boots bump this up to 5'8. Typically clad in his old servant's attire (at least in the start of the thread), under it he wears what would equate to a black leather form-fitting tanktop with flexible layered scales reinforcing the chest and abdomen. A pair of matching bracers fixed to arm guards are kept under the sleeves of their servant's attire, custom made and designed to inconspicuously protect without giving the impression of the apparently meek servant actually being an armed guard.
The trend continues with greaves and cuisses of the set lacking poleyn for flexibility, all belted to the legs over mid-thigh socks fixed with garters running up snug, fitted and broad-belted leather short-shorts.
Great care to detail the doll's lithe design, resources must not have been an object in procuring and tailoring the quality material to protect the owner's investment, light of armor as it is.

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Faction: Fion's Light

Personality: Ahnciel was built and trained to be polite and eloquent to the letter, though unwisely prompted to function on logic and read organics for cues. This has led to him being a bit poor at dealing with romantics, though patient with ranting outbursts that he'd bore witness to a fair share of. However, there is no telling how much he 'took to heart' in a number of instances over the years of serving the family when confronted about his machine-like nature. Because of the changing tastes of the Sinclair lineage, Ahnciel has grown proficient in feinting emotions, preferences and even dispositions for the sake of pretending to be more human. The recent decades have instilled an almost sultry string, learning to be subtly manipulative mostly in the way of discouraging radical action or even reasoning. Still, words alone do not slay trespassers, and only sentient souls feel remorse for their actions or hesitate on orders conflicting with common morals. At the very least, most would not do so with a hauntingly pleasant smile. Ahnciel is highly inexperienced with the outside world and how people work without direction.

Skills
Piercing 2
Armor 1

Equipment: Custom light armor (See appearance), pappenheimer rapier

Backstory: The duke lies dead, his wife and youngest son and heir to the bloodline having absconded to parts unknown after the anonymous threats against the man's life. Simply order to 'protect the family' would not do without knowledge of where the woman had taken the young master...and evidenced by the pool of blood, Ahnciel's abilities were wanting in that department. It seemed like it would be rude to begin cleaning the mess while the duke was actively making it, but the man thankfully had one final task. "Dear Ahnci...do right...pro..protect the family...a-and avenge...mmeee..."
Simple enough: by silencing the ones who would threaten the family, the...nnnnoow, now dead master would be avenged and the bloodline preserved.
This, of course, was anything but simple since the construct had never left the grounds for any reason other than to fetch groceries or attend balls with the duke and his lineage. Standing at the scene and frozen while watching blood seep into the carpeting, orders argued against themselves for a solid minute before Ahnci simply bowed and turned heel to leave and speaking, "Ouf course, sir" with dignified resolution behind the accent they were built with.
Ahnciel had nowhere to begin, and simply wandering the streets at night was getting him nowhere. There were posters that claimed to represent an organization backed by peace and justice, mentioning by name the others who occasionally had posters hung over their own. While both contradicted each other, one spoke of a justice that Ahnciel reasoned to be a synonym of vengence, and therefore a place to start. The other spoke only of injustices done to them, and since Ahnci wasn't sure what a mage even was in the same context of his objectives, he pulled down one of the posters for Fion's Light and followed its directions.

Magic Vs Might

I certainly have an interest, but it's suuuuper late. I'll make a point to look over this in the morning. Maybe try to make either a rogue or mage depending on what we need...and if there's still room.