JG

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

@manapool1
Nope, you just make a quick character sheet in the characters tab, and then jump in. :)

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

@Alamantus

Gheez, glad to know you're ok! :S Hope no one else got seriously hurt either...

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

@WittyWolf

JG mentally breathed a sigh of relief when Titus didn't appear to take offence at her lack of reciprocation. She returned his warm tone with a warm smile, but that quickly turned to a concerned frown when she listened to him talk about potential troublemakers. People fearing capture could become very reckless and very dangerous. While part of her was intrigued and wanted to meddle, she thought it was best not to go looking for trouble yet.

"Bounty hunters themselves are often more trouble than their targets..." she said quietly, not really expecting an answer.

Suddenly she choked and her eyes went as big as saucers.

"Child?!" she croaked, not quite believing her ears. She straightened her back, raised her chin and sniffed. If she could have looked down her nose at him she would have done, but clearly that was just not possible, so she merely narrowed her eyes and gave him a dirty look.

"There's nothing wrong with my clothes." she started with a somehow stinging tone. "I'm simply looking for something that will allow me to avoid unwanted attention when travelling." she growled. She suspected he might only be teasing her, so she exaggerated her response in feigned indignity. After a couple seconds spent mock-scowling, she stuck her tongue out at him and ruined any semblance of a noble lady she had tried to imitate.

"I suppose I ought to find somewhere else then, if this place is closed and you are guarding it..." she finally said with a mischievous smile.

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

She pursed her lips again in disappointment when he replied to her second question. Back to square one, then. With his next sentence she realised she may not have been so successful in hiding her intentions earlier and he made it quite clear that he probably wouldn't just let her take something from the shop. She smirked mischievously then flashed a toothy grin, like a child who'd been caught reaching for the cookie jar but knew there'd be no punishment for the crime had not yet been committed. If he'd paid attention, he might have noticed her canines seemed filed to a point, though only for the instance of that grin, for somehow it was not visible otherwise. Most would assume they had imagined it.

She watched him curiously as he fondled a metallic piece of cloth. The more she interacted with him, the less threatening he became. In fact, he seemed to be making a visible effort not to intimidate her, despite his obvious ability to fight from the weapons he was carrying. She took the opportunity to observe his weapons from close-range. They were unusual; they seemed like standard weapons, but complicated by machinery. She couldn't begin to imagine what the enhancements did. He also seemed to be wearing one of those weird arm gadgets.

She frowned when he announced trouble in the market. "What sort of trouble?" she asked, her voice deepening slightly with seriousness. "Something I should be aware about?".

When he offered his hand she flinched slightly, less at ease with a friendly gesture than she was with an aggressive one. She eyed his hand like she would a poisonous snake, though she knew he probably really only was offering it as a sign of trust. She looked up from his hand to his face, visibly finding the situation awkward, and shook her head, signifying she would not shake it, though her expression showed she meant no offence from it.

"I'm sorry, I don't..." she didn't finish her sentence, but let it trail off, hoping he would understand.

"I'm JG. Pleased to meet you." she bowed her head slightly and slowly, though making sure to keep her eyes on him. Clearly she didn't trust him enough. And rightly so; if he decided to grip her hand rather than shake it, she was sure she wouldn't be able to get out of it.

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

@WittyWolf

JG was browsing the interior of the shop as she waited to see if the shopkeeper would show up. She could see rolls of material displayed, but nothing actually tailored into clothing. She was considering stealing some material and simply fashioning it into a loose headscarf rather than a hood when a shadow obscured the door-shaped rectangle of sunlight that had previously shone on the floor. JG tensed up for barely a split-second; only a trained eye would have noticed, before turning her head to look over her shoulder at the figure that was stepping through the entrance. The innocent-looking face she had prepared to mask her dishonest thoughts was momentarily ruined by hesitation and slight shock as she recognised the man who was bowing under the low door frame. She pursed her lips, watching him try to stand as straight as the ceiling would allow him.

"Are you...the shopkeeper?" she asked hesitantly, eyeing him sideways as she mentally explored the possibility of him working in fashion, and in such a small room. As soon as the image formed in her mind she realised how silly a question it was to ask.

"Sorry, of course you're not. I don't think anyone's here..." she continued, still eyeing him suspiciously, although now with the slightest hint of amusement in her eyes.

Despite mentally making light of the situation, JG was very aware of the danger of her situation. There was only one entrance she could see, and he was standing between her and it. In addition, the bulk of his size meant it would be very difficult for her to fight him in such an enclosed environment. She had to be very cautious from here on. While she'd fought and won (though not through honest means) against an opponent of his size, it was a long time ago and she wasn't confident in her skills at the moment, especially unarmed.

Next she started to think about his reasons for being here. He seemed adequately clothed, though I suppose he could want spares. Someone of his size would certainly need to get clothes tailored for him and not bought off the rail. But having encountered him earlier made her all the more suspicious of his intentions. Perhaps she had not been as discreet as she had imagined whilst observing him from afar, and perhaps he had been following her after all. She shuffled on her feet uncomfortably. It was unlikely the shopkeeper would return any time soon, and it had probably been a mistake announcing no one else was there.

"Do you know any other tailors in the market?" she asked, her voice soft-spoken and slightly higher pitched than her casual tone, to appear less threatening. Not that she would look in any way threatening to someone of his size.

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

Out of curiosity, the market stalls that have names on them in the map; presumably they are run by a PC, but what do I do if that person isn't online atm? I mean, how would I even know? Do I have to go find another NPC shop to buy from, or can I NPC play the shop owner to get what I want? Also, to the other shopkeepers, anyone manning their shops I can buy weapons from?

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

JG eventually found her way into something that appeared to be a market. Unbeknownst to her, she had entered through the North-Western gates. The atmosphere of the city changed noticeably as she progressed from the secluded edges of the market to the more populated ones, and she saw her mood progressively worsen from the forced invasion of her personal space in crowded areas. While the area was populated by a great variety of cultures and races, she saw something she was particularly unfamiliar with; some people seemed to have almost merged with machines. The extent varied, from arm sheaths that potentially acted purely as technological gadgets, to full body enhancements. She looked at these people with subtle wonder.

One man in particular stood out to her mostly due to his sheer size. At over 7' tall, she saw him coming a long way off. Enough to get a good look at him before he would have been in close enough proximity to notice her amongst the crowd. By then she had resumed her usual vacant expression and pretended quite successfully not to have noticed him. She did [i]feel[i] him watching her, though. In fact, that sensation somehow didn't leave her, even after he was well out of sight. JG frowned, scanning the crowd quickly. If it wasn't him watching her, then who was it? A few people had their eyes on her, but she could tell they were mostly harmless and simply curious. She felt more that someone, or something, was following her. Eventually she gave up and continued walking. Whatever it was would show itself eventually and she could deal with it then.

She reached East end of the market and turned back, not having found what she was looking for. There was much more of the market to explore, however, so she headed South this time. After a good half hour trying to slip between or push through people to get to where she wanted, she found herself passing by a Taylor's. She'd just passed it when she remembered about the hood she wanted to buy. She turned back and ducked into the shop. She still felt watched, though no one was in sight.

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

JG walked the narrow streets of some city she still didn't know the name of, trying not to get noticed. She'd woken up on a rooftop 12 hours ago, with nothing on her but her clothes, and no recollection of how she got there. She wasn't phased by this at all however, as it was a part of her life she was accustomed to; that and her feline attributes and horrendous memory. She'd acquired some local currency and food through some night time thievery, although the bulk of her money had come from a middle-aged man who'd preyed on her as she was walking early in the morning. Having briefly considered taking his life in exchange for his wondering hands, she decided instead to snatch his purse while evading his advances. Distracted by his failure to have his way, he probably wouldn't notice it was gone until much later.

JG stood at 5'5, with long golden hair (quite unkempt) and big blue eyes that often made strangers and friends alike mistake her as innocent. Despite her efforts to convince them otherwise, it was her air-head demeanour that convinced them she couldn't possibly have a shred of evil in her. She often used this to her advantage of course. Her clothing was plain, tan-coloured trousers and a long sleeved shirt that might have been white once. Her dark brown leather boots looked worn but sturdy.

She wandered through the streets, completely and utterly lost, looking for somewhere that might sell good quality weapons for a price that she could afford (although she hadn't actually any idea how much her stolen purse contained). She really needed to buy a hood too, to cover her hair and shade her eyes; something that would undoubtedly help her with avoiding unwanted attention.

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

Name: JG
Age: ??? Anywhere between 15 and 25
Gender: Female
Appearance:
-Hair: long, golden blonde
-Eyes: big, dark blue
-Height: 5'5 (165cm)
-Build: hourglass shape, looks 'soft' but actually quite muscular underneath
-Voice: soft-spoken, slightly unusual accent that can't be placed. Deepens her voice subtly when trying to appear more threatening or confident.

First impressions: often mistaken as looking innocent due to her air-head demeanour and blonde/blue-eyed combo.

Biography: JG doesn't remember much about...anything. Not total amnesia; she has vague recollections of her past in general, but nothing she could talk about in great detail. She's always led a bit of a wanderer/thief/troublemaker type life, so waking up on the rooftop in a strange city somehow didn't feel out of the norm for her. If her sleep-teleportations seem weird, it's nothing compared to her actual morphology. Despite looking like a human girl, something isn't quite right about her. Her body language is more akin to that of a cat, probably due to her inexplicable ability to shape shift into a variably feline form. She has loose control over this; appearing human when she wants to stay anonymous, but able to grow ears, fangs claws and a tail within seconds and with no effort. Although she doesn't like to experiment through fear of permanently becoming a cat, she has in the past been able to morph completely into one, though the greater her transformation, the more time and effort it demands of her, and the slower to reverse.

Rusty Roleplayer thinking of a comeback?

Thanks! :)