LordofthePies

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

Heh, I'm going to move him back to where he belongs xD

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

Ronan

Name:
Ronan Smith

Appearance:

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Age:
26

Birth Country:
Born on a boat, raised on a boat, then delivered unto the Slums

Family members:
Mother- Irene
Father- Richard
Little Sister- Tasha

Role/Occupation:
Hireable criminal brute. Used to be a dock worker.

Starting Fortune:
Always has at least 50 dollars on him. (In his front left pocket)
Pocket knife (Kept in belt)
Hunting knife (Kept in belt)
5 Throwing knives (Kept in belt)
Metal bat (Tied onto back)

Strengths:
Melee combat (Knives, Fists, etc.)
Durable (Can take a beating)
Sneaky (When he wants to be)
Intimidating (When he wants to be)

Weaknesses:
Dealing with emotions (Easily angered, thinks he can never show anything other than anger or impassiveness.
Not a very good judge of character
Doesn't care about anything (Except the people that are very, very close to him)
Ranged combat (Bows, guns, etc.)
Being diplomatic (He punches people. He doesn't have a way with words.)

Greatest Fear:
Internal Fear - Weakness. (Showing it, feeling it. It doesn't matter. If he's seen as weak in any way and he can recognize it, it'll be
all he thinks about.)
External Fear - Claustrophobic (Can't handle small spaces. He would rather die than go in a crawl space. Elevators are pretty bad too.)

Background/History:
Childhood: At a younger age he used to be a sweet little boy who wouldn't hurt a fly. He was never really scared of much and he felt the sight of blood was oddly welcoming. Ronan always wanted to protect his friends, not so much his family. He hated his father for not being there for him, and his mother for ignoring him completely. The only family he really cared for was his sister, the only person that has ever always been there for him. At school, people picked on him, called him names, pulled nasty pranks on him. Ronan was seen as weak and pathetic. One day it was too much and he finally snapped, he couldn't deal with it any longer. After hospitalizing a bully on the way home, the beast inside had been awakened and he began to crave violence like a drug. Now Ronan is unapologetic. He misses the sight of blood like an old friend. Ronan is easily provoked since he doesn't care about his actions getting him in trouble. He would sooner break a kid's nose than apologize to him, and he rarely backs down from a fight or opportunity to feel someone's bones crunching under his blows. Ronan also has a slight fascination with guns, although he would never use one. He loves seeing fruits explode on impact, but can't help but wonder if heads do the same thing as watermelon.

Where, Why, and What:
Ronan was born as a Gypsy. Not your typical Gypsy though. Oh no, he was a Gypsy of the sea. Instead of riding a wagon from town to town, he would ride ships and help with the sailors while his mother robbed them with her "magic." When he was no older than 10, his parents would constantly be traveling. That was, of course, before his sister came around. When his mother was pregnant with Tasha, the family finally settled down in their current home, the last port before delivery. Although, always being in close quarters with his parents didn't mean they really gave him much attention. His mother was always focused on the next client, and his father was never really there to begin with. Ronan's father was always off ship, but sometimes found his way to the port they were loading onto. They saw him at most three times a year, sometimes less than that. After Tasha was born, Ronan never saw him again. His mother loves The City of No Name, even though her lack of a well-paying profession has left them in the slums. Then, his mother got sick. He was only 17 when his mother fell ill. She was so sick she could barely move and he, being the oldest, had to take over. Ronan was never really into the Gypsy stuff, nor was he good at it. He would rather take the things he wanted by force rather than by finesse. So, that's what he became. Ronan had always been a big kid. That, combined with his violent nature, he did fairly well in the streets. He started out as a mugger, providing just enough for his mother and sister. But, it soon became addicting. Seeing the blood splatter against the stone, and hearing the crunch of bones, it was his drug. Ronan couldn't stop, nor did he want to. He quickly became what he his today, a brute for hire. Handing out hits didn't also pay better, it was more fun. He had found his purpose. Something that not only entertained, but provided for what little family he had left.

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

@tigersloth, alright, but if I get in trouble I'm throwing you under the bus <.<

A 20th-ish Century Mage University.

Fox Delta

Name:
Fox Delta

Appearance:
Copper hair and pale skin, he is a ginger after all.
Brown eyes
Short for his age - 5'6"

Age:
18

Species:
Human

Gender:
Male

Occupation:
Student

Personality:

Openness to Experience: 20
(Not very open to new experiences, he's fine with where he is and what he's doing. He doesn't need or very much want change)

Neuroticism: 80

(His father wasnt the nicest man, he hit and yelles at him every time he had reason to. Whether that was spilled a glass of milk, coming home 2 minutes late, or flunking a test. Paired with paranoid schizophrenia, Fox still believes his father will cime back from whever he went two years ago and beat him sensless for all the "wrong" things he has done. Either he will do it himself or through someone else. Also because of his father (and maybe the paranoid schizophrenia), he constantly believes people are going to hurt him, whether that's through abusing his trust, playing with his emotions, hurting his mother, or hurting him.

Agreeableness: 70

(Delta has his own opinions on things, but unless its a very strong opinion he won't say anything. If you want to go left when he wants to go right, he'll go left without a fuss. His guess is that his father beat out the majority of disagreement he had in him.
Extroversion: 26 Paranoia doesn't help anyone's case when they want to go out and make friends. Delta is scared that he'll be attacked, especially by people he's just met. So, he'd rather stay away from people.)

Conscientiousness: 90

(He had to be careful about everything he does, otherwise his father would beat him. Even with his father gone, Fox can't help but think he'll come back and mill him for making so many mistakes.)

Fox doesn't trust anyone or anything. He's extremely skittish and always expects someone to hit him. He's also always anxious about something. Fox loves strategy and planning, and when he's playing a strategy game or planning something he becomes surprisingly calm. His love of chess is the one thing he will openly share, and he usually bonds with people that have the same love of similar things. Although, Delta will passive-aggressively destroy anyone who messes with his plans.

Attributes:
0=Dead or Unresponsive. Don't use this.
1=Severely Disabled
2=Disastrous
3=Exceptionally Poor
4=Poor
5=Average
6=Above Average
7=Gifted
8=Exceptional
9=Monstrous
10=Absurd
40 points

Strength: 4 (Pretty weak. He'd rather stick to what he's good at, which is not exercise.)

Endurance: 4 (The only endurance he has is enduring puzzles and beatings. He doesn't do much else.)

Constitution: 4 (His mental disorder kind of stole any constitution he had, so now he's left with a measly four. He doesn't have a lot going for him.)

Agility: 5
(He's not complete trash, gosh.)

Dexterity: 5
(He doesn't have the best balance, but it's not terrible either.)

Intelligence: 8
(His father always made sure he was the best and brightest in any class. He had to have ALL A' s, and mentally destroy those that opposed him. Otherwise, he'd get hurt. His father made sure not to hit him in the head though.)

Wisdom: 7
(He's been through a lot and so he knows how to deal with a lot. One time, as a test, his father even went as far as leaving him in the woods for a week.)

Charisma: 3
(He doesn't talk. He wasn't allowed to and he doesn't like to. He'll try, but that doesn't mean he'll be good at it.)

Magic Type Preference:
Illusion
Innate Magic Talent:
Destruction (I.E. Chucking Fireballs.)
Interests:
Strategy Games
Reading
Medicine
Skills:
Planning
Strategy
Basic Medical Knowledge

Biography: (3+ paragraphs, 5 preferred.

Fox had a fear of pretty much anything due to his abusive upbringing and built in paranoia, let's just say his father wasn't a very kind man and his mother's genome wasn't the cleanest. One particularly terrible day at his home, his father had come through the door in one of his infamous rages, fuelled by his time at the nearby bar. He blamed Delta for being the reason he was fired from his job. A silly excuse, but his father was one to put his problems on the nearest person. His father through a book at Fox, not the worst thing, but that fact that was it was a hardback didn't make it a good thing either. Scared out of his mind, he froze, eyes screwed shut. He managed to duck, sending the book crashing through a lamp instead of his face. His father blamed him for that too, even though Fox immediately passed out from the fear afterward.
Fox also had what seemed like an affinity for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He one day decided to talk an alternate route to school and ended up being arrested for a murderer. He was later released since they ended up catching the real culprit, but that's what he gets for walking under a bridge, past a corpse one day. It's still on his record though, they forgot to erase the fact he was wrongfully accused of murder, so he won't be getting a high-end job anytime soon.
Fox's father disappeared a couple years from now, for an unknown cause. This frightened his mother, since all of his unpaid debts would roll onto them both, but Delta was glad to be rid of the man. Even with the danger of loan sharks, gambling buddies, and who knows what else, he was finally free to be himself, even if it still mostly fell in line with his father's rules.

Other: He is always carrying the book his father had thrown at him, "Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End" by Atul Gawande. It's a reminder that not everything will go terribly, he can at least rely on himself.

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Whistlehowl Star {always open!}

@Mokley, will I be the one to start of my character's adventure or will you do it, like you've done with Tenma and Jade?

The Burning of Volstryggr

Val fiddled with a grindstone. He supposed it was his turn to be uncomfortable. He hadn't seen his sister in years. Just the thought of leaving his smithy was stirring his stomach. He couldn't go, especially not now, not with a murderer on the loose. But, the killer was just more reason to see if she was okay. He turned to face Renal.

"I don't even know if she's still at the docks. It's been years, Renal. She could be on another plane of existence for all I know." Valvius made a small joke to try and cover his concern and maybe distract his friend from the fact that he was afraid to leave. "At this point it might be too late."

Valvius turned back to his work, sharpening a sword from a previous client. He had a nearby window, but it did nothing to keep out the heat or give him a view. The window near the forge faced an alley, one that was usually dark and musty. Val found a dead cat in that alley once and hasn't been back in their since. It seemed there were too many reasons to stay inside.

"I suppose I should check on her, but I don't know how I'd bring myself to leave the house, let alone go all the way to the docks. I can't help but think she won't be there."

@Ithradine

Chaos Theory

It took forever to find Mythical creatures that would fit

Chaos Theory

It's a little small, but I got it x.x

@Blu

Chaos Theory

Click, clack. Click clack. Click... clack. Alexander was distracted today, by the typing, by the case. All he could think about was the missing girl. Nothing but a puddle left. There were many leads, most of which lead to things that were difficult to track. Or at least things he didn't want to track. Click clack. The annoying sound of a keyboard interrupted his thoughts for the hundredth time today. Alex had to train someone, he was the best when it came to technology, so he was always the one thrown under the training bus. The person is was training, Brady, had no sense of delicacy. With each word that the kid typed, it sounded like the keyboard was ready to crack. Brady crushed the keys under his fingers, especially when he was irritated. Which was something that happened more often than he liked.

Right, the case. Alex's first thought was Kelpie. Although, they were rare in this part of the sea. They weren't close enough to Scotland, their home. Although, it wouldn't be impossible. It could be a puddle of ectoplasm, he hadn't fully gotten the opportunity to examine the scene of the crime. He didn't get to go in, he just worked with the tech. Alex was writing down a list and checking it way more than twice. There were too many options. Then again, more than one was too many. Soon, his keyboard was joining Brady's, making a sort of song. One that he didn't really mind until he heard the loud, annoying Click clack.

Suzie Moore Case Posibilities

Kelpie
Ghost/Poltergeist
Encantado
Water Spirit
Shen
Elemental
Each-uisge
Eachy
Fin-folk
Fish-man
Grindylow
Kappa
Lake-Monster
Näkki
Ponaturi
Taniwha
Vodyanoy
Yacuruna
Kuchisake-onna

Chaos Theory

I'll get there, I've just been a tad bit distracted. I'll probably post today. If not, make me, otherwise it won't get done.