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A Bloody Mess

A Bloody Mess

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Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

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:

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.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Norix Sirivistra

Nori fiddled with her sleeves. She was used to wearing robes, to protect her scales from the harsh desert sun, but she wasn't used to them being so soft. Or so clean. Then again, she wasn't used to anything about this place. This was her first reading for someone of importance. She hoped they wouldn't her cards silly. Norix patted her pouch, satisfied that her cards were still there. She looked down at her hands, the bell that was tied to her left horn tinkling. She wasn't prepared for something so important. How could she be? How could anyone be?

"A meeting with the Grand Prince..." Nori mumbled to herself, still messing with her sleeves as she sat in her appointed room. The room was larger than she liked. She had the feeling that as a guest, the Prince felt the need to impress. To be fair though, she did come a long way just for this. She felt like she deserved a bit of comfort.

Nori smiled to herself, remembering how she used to live. She would sleep on the baseboards of the caravan's main wagon. They didn't have enough room for beds, so they just threw pillows and blankets on the ground and called it good. Now she was a special guest of a Prince, staying in a room that was five times the size of her little wagon. The bed was so plush it nearly absorbed her, and the robes weren't scratchy at all. She even had the gift of hot water whenever she asked. Nori couldn't help but love it here. She never wanted to leave, but she had to. She had places to be, people to see.

Norix stood and squished her hand into the luxury bed before leaving the room. While she was in town, she had a meeting with a man at an inn. She barely remembered which one it was, and she didn't know the man's name. Although, she remembered what he looked like. He was rather handsome, for someone considered a low-life.

As Nori walked, the bell on her horn tinkled. It made her feel magical, even though she technically was. Her black leather pouch bounced against her hip as she walked, her gait rather chipper. Today, she felt, was a good day. She had just arrived in town and she felt nothing too terrible would happen. At least, not to her.

A Bloody Mess

My plan is that they would get to know each other after an introduction, but (with permission from the other player of course) I will gladly allow them to know each other. Think of it as optional, @Remipa Awesome

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

Marissa Mullen

Name/Alias:
Marissa Mullen
Aka. The Red Ghost

Species:
Ghost, although is inhabiting a human host.

Death:
Burned to death while she was sleeping. The house was struck by lighting in the middle of a serious storm, starting a fire that was difficult to put out.

Bound:
She's bound to the only thing that survived the fire, a bracelet.

Appearance:

Before Death

She has bright red hair and green eyes.

Ghost 1
A charred skeleton. It was what was left of her after her house burned to the ground.
Ghost 2
She appears as her Before Death self but wearing a white sleeping gown, the very clothes she burned to death in.

Host:
Her host body, of course, depends on who she's possessing.
She always wears the bracelet that she's bound to, which is still covered in ash.

Bracelet

Faction:
None at the moment.

Biography:
Marissa was a simple stable owner. She was friendly and gregarious, but, unlike her horses, was a woman that couldn't be tamed. She was passive in the sense that an erupting volcano was calm. Marissa had a fire inside that would make the flames that burned down her house blush. She was an angry woman that always had some kind of opinion. She was the kind of person that could start a fight in an empty room. Although, when she wasn't angry, she was a very kind, smart woman with a passion for her job. Marissa tended to be like a second mother for any of her friends, making sure they were well equipped to face the world. She still holds most of those aspects, but her outlook on life is dampened now that hers has officially ended.

With Marissa's death came more of a temper and less of her well-known friendliness. She's been dead longer than a minute and isn't too happy about the way she went.

Personality:
Firey, kind, pessimistic.

Melee Weapons:
She has a butcher knife that she got from her current host's father, who was a butcher.

Projectile Weapons:
Marissa's host always had a gun in the house, and while she was out wondering Kansas, she took it with her, leaving the family temporarily unarmed.

Skills/Abilities:
Ghost:
Possession (Both with objects and people, but with some living things she has to fight to keep her host)
Telekinesis, but only when feeling a strong emotion such as anger.
The ability to phase through things
The ability to start small fires
Host:
Telekinesis (Carries over from ghost)
Excellent cook (If that matters any xD)
Guns (She has a gun and knows how to use it)
Horse riding (Carries over from death)
Animal Handling (Carries over from death)
Wilderness Training (After a bit of experience and a couple books)
The Awesome Ability to Read (Host is a librarian's daughter)

The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier

@Grec, Ghost 1 and 2 do in fact mean two ghost forms. If you have a problem with it I'll change it <.<

The Imperial Dragoons — A Flintlock Fantasy RP [Open]

@VoiD

Aro Danius

Name:
Aro Danius

Nobility:
No

Sex:
Male

Race: Greek/Serbian/Norman/etc
Romanian

Age:
26

Physical Description:
Rather tall, 6'5''
Very nice teeth, all things considered
Has a permanent never smiling face. Even when he does smile, it's only a small one that looks like he's less unhappy.

[+]

Rank:
Trooper

Goals/Aspirations:
Aro wants to serve and protect, to do what he couldn't when he was a civilian. He couldn't protect his family from their deaths, so he wants to protect others, in any way he can.

Personality:
Aro is a protector of the people. He would gladly sacrifice himself if it meant keeping others safe. Although, he doesn't believe he can save everyone. Some people can't be saved. He also believes that the good of the many is better than the good of the few, so he'd much rather kill someone hurting hundreds than someone that is hurting one.
Aro is loyal to his country, his family, his group, and his leader. He would do anything for them, within reason. He will kill for his people, but only those that he thinks deserve it or those that are in his way. He will not kill children, animals, or anyone he believes to be innocent. If they have nothing wrong, they don't deserve pain or death.
Aro isn't very open about anything and would rather shoot himself than talk feelings. He believes people shouldn't worry about him and should worry about themselves. He believe's he's just a soldier that is fulfilling his purpose. He bottles up everything to the point where it hurts him, but again, he would never share aloud his troubles. Since he bottles everything up, he's very unstable. The metaphorical pot he keeps inside often pours over, letting out outbursts of anger or other strong feelings. Aro doesn't have very good emotional control, but at least he doesn't cry.

Backstory: Three paragraphs minimum
I would never die for my beliefs because I might be wrong.

Both of Aro's parents were hung for believing that the church was wrong and had no place in their town and was stealing from their people. They were hung when he was just 10, but he was old enough to remember. He remembers the sound of the rope snapping after the lever being pulled. He remembered the gasp and murmurs of the crowd. He remembered the look on both of his parents' faces before they died. They were ready to die for their beliefs, even when Aro wasn't.
After that, he was raised by his only remaining relative, which was his grandfather. His grandfather strongly believed in the ways of the Roman Catholic Diocese of Oradea Mare church. Aro was angry that his grandfather spat on his children's names, so they never really saw eye to eye. His grandfather didn't have a very good job, so for the rest of his life with him, they lived in poverty. His grandfather refused to change, and when asked why, he simply said, "Viața este plină de suferință. Dacă nu suferiți, nu trăiți. Dacă nu trăiești, cum te poți aștepta să mori?" ("Life is full of suffering. If you don't suffer, you don't live. If you don't live, how can you expect to die?") Aro still goes by a similar philosophy. He believes that you can't truly live without a little hardship. If you don't know unhappiness, how can you know happiness?

When Aro when finally old enough to live on his own, he left his grandfather as soon as he got the chance. After a few years on his own, he found the love of his life. Doina Lonesco. That was her name. They had met in the market, and hit it off right away. It felt like some terrible play trope. She had always said, "Era ca și soarta. Când m-am uitat la el, am știut că el este singurul care mi-ar plăcea." ("
It was like fate. When I looked at him, I knew he was the only one I would love.") How right she was. A few years together, they married (only because his grandfather pleaded him to before Aro even thought of children), and had two little boys, Cosmin and Viorel.

Aro was coming home from work. He saw his home burning. He could smell the smoke, hear his family's screams. He ran to the house, but the door was unmovable. The entire house was on fire, there was no way in. He stood back and painfully watched as his family died. He could do nothing. His only thoughts were, "I should've been able to save them. I shouldn't have left them alone." His boys were only two, and they were dead. His wife was right, Aro would be the only man she'd ever love because she'd never get another chance.

Aro ran from the house. He had nothing left. Nothing but his grandfather, but he would probably make things worse. His grandfather probably would've said Aro deserved it because he never believed in the faith. Aro wanted to get away from everything. The memory, the pain, his grandfather. He ran with tears on his cheeks. This would be the last time he cried. His family didn't need tears, they needed to be saved, but it was too late now. Aro signed into the military as soon as he could. It was the only way to escape. He didn't have enough money to flee the country, but they would take him. The army would take him away from everything.

PSA: Calling all Supers out of hiding

I'll make the CS when the actual RP is up.