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The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

Alice Lynche

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Alice Lynche

Character Quote:"Where ever did I put my keys?"

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Character Summary

Name:Alice Lynche
Aliases:None
Age: 26
Birthday: April 21
Ethnicity: White
Red Lake Native:No
Birth Place: Cardiff, England
Place of Residency: 123 Huntington Ridge Road
Gender: Female
Education: Completed a college and bit of university. Studying as a major in business and a minor in fashion before leaving to follow her dream.
Occupation: She owns and works at the Timeless Tailor.
Languages: English, French, Latin, Welsh, and very bad Italian.

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Appearance

Height: 5 foot 2 inches
Weight: 115 pounds
Body Type: Very Petite
Eye Color:Green
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Pale white
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Alice often wears lolita or Victorian style clothing in a variety of colors. Though each stitch she wears is generally all made by her. From gothic to classic, she is rarely in 'normal' clothes unless you were to count gypsy skirts and such normal. And as with her clothing her hair changes to match the style, though it often holds it's curl. Alice has spent years training it into buns, braids and to lay loose in a doll like fashion. The favored way she wears her hair generally comes in the two most common forms. One being let down to her waist with two braids holding her raven curls away from her face. The second, mostly used when she's working, is netting her hair back in a bun. The netting generally connected to a ribbon. Over all this she has a set of small round glasses. More for appearance than needing them.

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Psychology

Generous * Forgetful * Creative * Stubborn

Sexuality: Striaght
Relationship Status: Singel
Personality:
A quiet person professionally, Alice is rather a reclusive person due to habit of dressing in the fashion of gothic Victorian, Victorian, or steam punk esque outfits of her own design. But if engaged about her fashion she'll chat a person's ear off. She tries to see the positive out of everything, and everyone. But she stubborn when determined to work something out. Being a design or problem. The few friends who hung about back in England often stopped by for a hello. More often turning a quick hello into a therapeutic session or a lecture on her forgetful nature. She's however very private about her family as its something of a sore spot for her. But now that she's moved across an ocean, and into a fresh new town, Alice is trying very hard to put her past behind her and move forward into her fashion and settling in this quite village life.
Habits:
Often talking to clothes instead of people.
Forgetting to rest/eat while working on a order or project.
Forgetting where she leaves things/Misplacing things.
Hobbies:
Designing clothes.
Gardening.
Reading books.
Watching Horror movies.
Fears:

• Dealing with her family.
• Doctors
• The dark

Likes:

• Sewing
• Reading
• Gardening
• Classical music/ Jazz
• Anything to do with fashion
• Being cheery

Dislikes:

• The dark
• Her family
• Money troubles
• Doctors
• People who mistreat clothing

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Skills

General Skills: (What does he or she know, must fit in within what the character knows)

• Sewing/Designing clothes
• Etiquette
• Gardening
• Cooking
• Avoiding people/ Sneaky
• Noticing details (due to details in fabric and sewing)

Combat Skills: (Must fit what your character knows)

• Running
• Pricking with needles/pins
• Flailing
• Throwing shoes

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing -
• Purse/Wallet -
• British/American ID
• Passport
• 100 American Dollars
• Keys to house, and safe
• A small sewing kit
• Cross-stitch loom
• makeup bag with makeup
• Spare ribbon for hair
• small pen knife
• Pen and small notebook

Possessions at Home:
(What Does he or she keep at their home, this can include a car, desktop computers, laptops, TVs, video game consoles, toys, ect you don't have to have fill the entire thing, list what they would normally use at home)

• Laptop
• Printer
• Books
• Larger sketch pad
• A stereo system
• A tripod and camera
• Mannequins
• Sewing machine
• Fabric cutter
• Fabric, thread, ect. (What she needs to make the clothes)
• And for her protection. . . A Nerf shot gun. Spray painted black.

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History

Life Before Red Lake
Alice was born to a Irish father and French mother. They had moved to Italy in hopes of pursuing careers that in the end did not fall through. Their careers took them both to Britain. Her mother following a path as a wedding designer while her father was aspiring politician and successful lawyer. Joan and Alistair Lynche were their names. She was born shortly after they settled in England. A pleasant enough place that pleased both parents. She was doted on in her youth. The adorable daughter and heir to her parent's legacy. It was a tad bit heady and complicated. Especially when her fashion choices didn't line up with what was mainstream. When her brother was born her parents turned their hopes to their son. Something of a relief to the eleven year old girl.

Alice does not speak often of her sibling, and it's not common the person who knows of the existence of said sibling. But Aristotle- named after her grandfather, as her father was named after his grandfather- was something of a brief relief. Once he grew old enough to understand that to his parents he could do no wrong. He carefully teased his sister and taunted her making sure he was out the range of blame in their parents eyes. It drove a firm wedge between the teen and child. But when Alice went to college and later University, Aristotle attacked his sister's future. He revealed her hopes and dreams to her parents. They of course didn't approve, and Alice had been very aware of this fact. She had been hiding it, but they had found out. A blistering lecture, and a decision on how she would pursue this business line in fashion as was fitting them.

She was horrified. Her future was being shaped and used by her family for their end. Something Alice thought she had escaped with her brother being the prized child. She left University. Took her money and fled to work from an apartment she shared with a friend. There she worked on making clothes and making a name for herself online. Under the name Timeless Tailor. But her father tracked her downa few years later and cause her trouble with the apartment complex. Striving to force Alice to return home. But she fled again- with all her life savings to America. Hopeful that it would only be a stint till her father finally gave up so she can return to England. Get a nice cottage and shop and work her dream.

Life In Red Lake:
A week spent receiving furniture, deliveries of fabrics and other such materials for her work, and setting plants into her gardens. Alice settled her cottage in the typical English way. Unfortunately this turned her front room into something of a reception area for the Timeless Tailor as she runs the shop from her home. Another room turned into her workroom. The rest of the house left being alone. Though she oddly enough put a bucket in the sink for washing up when she came in from the garden. In the garden there are fresh furrows and new beds of plants. Vegetables, flowers, herbs and oddly enough Alice managed to stuff in a apple tree. A busy week of making the cottage into a haven for her needing. Now settled in her house, she's been eyeing the village. Thinking to venture into the town. Though she's been very leery due to hearing about a missing girl. Something that had the tiny tailor worried.

Thoughts On Riley Walker:
Did not know her

Thoughts On The Murder:
Alice is horrified, and terrified. She can't leave, but she doesn't want to stay. The poor lass has moved from one trap to another. And she's not sure which one is worse.

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Additional Information

Theme Song:
Deviances:
Extra Information: Remus Lupin
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

What do you all think?

Samhain Intrigues

@Demonic Angel You're fine. You can do it.

Samhain Intrigues

@LovelyAnastasia Real quick to note something. How does Bodil know that Erin went to see the snake? She is-was- at the gates and you were a goodly ways into the city by now. Not to mention that gate is enclosed in the tunnels for a good hour before they open up into the city. Asking due to things going on in plot wheels.

Samhain Intrigues

2 days left to post!

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@Morose I'm sitting here quick Rping with a friend. So I have the time and lack the will to game. I might as well.

Though to be honest. I'm staring at Ayita and wondering how long till she says screw this and goes and jumps into the Ocean. Loyalty vs her instincts. Interesting to do. Hard to write.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@Afro Samurai @Peridot Both need to post. BlackPanther's working on a post.

Samhain Intrigues

@Belle @Forett

Did neither of you notice the 'mated' portion? lmao

The Black Jewels

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Faeril Ashkevron

Gen Saroth

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Location: Hayll - In the Street outside of the Drunken Unicorn Inn
Snaketooth Counter: 24 days left

Location: Forest

Brushing his hands off Gen smirked at the door with something of a odd satisfaction. One wicked man locked in a special little 'chest' in Faeril's basement. Shield in Green so the poor bastard was truly stuck awaiting the judgement of a wicked Widow. Normally he wouldn't keep the idiots who rubbed him the wrong way and take the wrongdoer to the Queen. However, this one- Faeril would want to see him. Wasn't every day that someone was breaking and killing Kindred. The house= cabin really- held a lovely living room mixed with a dinning room and a closed off kitchen. Necessary to curb the raids of a gathered force of hungry Eyrien males during any gathering. Namely with the last name of Saroth.

Luckily Gen was allowed in the kitchen.

A set of matching bedrooms- the master bedroom sacrificed for Fae's work as a Healer of mind as well as body. Holding her needs to be therapist, mediator, Healer, or whatever she needed to be to give her patients the care they needed to recover in both respects. Gen poked his nose into that room as he passed, making sure everything was in place and she hadn't taken anything too worrisome. A full bathroom was wedged between the living and sleeping quarters, as well was a final room. The door firmly shut. Gen didn't bother to give it a second look. Settling back into a chair- a book cracked open and a mug of ale. The Warlord sighed happily- then swore as his earring flickered and a voice echoed.

"Gen. Gen! GEN YOU FAITHLESS GIT!" The voice was irritated- enraged almost. Gen growled, and snarled back. Not bothering to leash his temper from his oldest friend. "Dammit, Ashke. I can hear you! What's got your wings tangled?"

"Well I suppose I have a hand to deal with that should that happen." Faeril's voice echoed dryly back. "We're to attend a ball and get the correct formal wear for it. By order of Heketah- Queen of Hya-" She paused as a warcry echoed back through her jewel fragment along with a demand to know what she did. "It's better you don't know."

Gen rubbed his forehead. The book fallen to the floor and a drained mug of ale. Cursing the woman soundly he growled deep in his throat. It was a blessing he wasn't a Warlord Prince. She would test the patience of one of them to the breaking point. She had in the past. Irritating woman. "Where do I meet you when I get to Hyall and you better hope I don't mention this to my brothers." He smirked darkly, knowing full well he was going to mention it.

Faeril knew as well as she swore and cursed him soundly. "Nosey Needle. Seems a decent place. And Gen if you tell your brothers, I'll-!" She growled as she curled her hands into fists. Her long time escort having severed the connection. He would come, and he would mention it to his brothers. This was exactly why she would never take a lover like those arrogant Saroth fools!

Gen sighed and walked out of the cottage, circling about to peer into the now straw filled shed. The door open to the outside and fully stocked with a bad of grain, boxes of apples, carrots and oddly enough a vase of flower. Flower helped sick people- did it work the same for Kindred? He hadn't asked, not wanting to offend the mare. "That bastard's locked up... If he does manage to get out- not that he should... Kick him between the legs and run down to the village. Anyone with the name Saroth, or looking like me will help you, Miss Summer. I hate leaving you alone like this but I've got to go collect a fool of a Healer." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a tad bit indecisive as what to do or say. "Probably be gone for the night. But we will be back as soon as we can. I'll promise you that, Ma'am." Nodding his head in agreement with this he began moving about and making sure the mare had everthing. Beforing going about his own tasks. Preparing for a sneak of a fight. He didn't trust what he had heard form Faeril. She wasn't one for parties. Not when there was work and never one in Hyall.

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Ravyn Ghosteye

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Location: Hyall - Being dragged to an Inn

Just as she thought she was free and in the clear to bolt off. Just when she thought she was three times lucky! Her arm was grabbed in a vice grip by the Glacien man. "You're not about to run off with my coin." Her hand shot up to her hat, being sure it at least remained on her head. Perhaps she could play this off? Boys dared each other a lot. She might be able to use that to get him to let go. Opening her mouth to protest, she was cut off as his grip loosened and he took back his gold. The latter generally expected. However his words and offer of food made her blink in surprise. She stumbled for a minute when he turned away, essentially hauling her towards an inn even as he asked her name. Claiming he never caught it.

"I never gave it!" She protested, loosing her gruff voice to her higher pitch. Though with the thought of food, she didn't lag behind. Though she made sure she was slightly behind, it wouldn't seem to appear too eager. If he turned threatening she did have a knife in her boot and could use it. Though she hadn't taken a life- yet. It was only a matter of time and her illusions and quick feet kept her out of danger often enough. "An' I'm a boy, don't go callin' me a girl." She grumbled, putting on a good show she thought of a indignant male. That sort was often indignant and it was a very funny thing to watch. Hoping to distract him from her actuality and the slight flush of her cheeks at his statement that she needed the coin more than he. She continued planning to pester him into obliviousness. "'Sides, ye never gave yer name! An' ye just go chasin' after me! What was I to think? Big man wiv' a sword runnin' after me! Best get outta the way, aye! More'n that yer callin' me a girl an' all that!" Her tone of disgust wasn't feigned at him thinking her was a girl. "'n me name's Crow." Ravyn lied, continuing that grumbling tone.