Marlowe

A Dinosaur-themed Monster Girl/Boy RP!

Dinosaurs have trekked through Kunasya for hundreds of years. From the smallest morsel to the largest beast, we have all fought to survive. We considered every strange noise a foe, every shade a predator. The period of time in which carnivores actively hunted other dinosaurs was dubbed the Stalker's Age, which lasted roughly five hundred years. The Stalker's Age ended about one hundred years ago, and since then, Kunasya has flourished. Herbivores divided the land into seven different territories called Marches and built cities in the middle of deserts and on the peaks of mountains. Even with the cities and towns, unclaimed stretches of land lay between civilizations... and this is where vicious dinosaurs still roam.

As for the carnivores, many have integrated into herbivore society with the promise of sticking to a diet of fish. Others have settled for sticking to the Bloodlands and fending for themselves outside of the safe walls of the Marches. These dinosaurs, called the Exiled, are not allowed within the walls of the main cities of the Marches. Though, anything that steps out of the walls of the Marches is fair game. Mercenaries and sellswords are designated to help keep the towns on the borders safe, though their jobs are quite difficult and dangerous. Yet, they are the one of the only things that keep us safe from the outside.

Now isn't the time to be thinking about the Bloodlands or the Exiled, however. As winter melts into spring, the largest March begins to plan for the 25th annual Spring Festival. Excited dinosaurs from around Kunasya begin to gather, just waiting to take part in the tournaments and parades and partake in eating and drinking. Yet, this Spring Festival doesn't seem like it'll be the same as the last...

- THIS IS A ROLEPLAY CENTERED AROUND THE PRESENCE OF "MONSTER BOYS" AND "MONSTER GIRLS" FASHIONED AROUND DINOSAURS. Yes, you are going to play as velociraptor-types, triceratops, etc. as long as you follow the lore and rules. That being said, I will not allow any sort of perverted/inappropiate arcs in which the roleplay takes a turn towards ecchi/hentai. If this occurs, I will boot you. Period. I just want to RP dinosaur people guys please don't make it weird

- KUNASYA WILL BE AN ORIGINAL WORLD. Expect to read a google doc on the world!

- DINOSAURS ARE THE MAIN CHARACTERS. To put it simply, they look human other than bearing tails, feathers, scales, horns, wings, crests, and taloned hands and feet that are dinosaur-like, along with other things.. Their culture will be included in the google doc mentioned above. Note that the dinosaurs' main weapons will be swords, bows, shields, etc, though melee combat will involve claws, teeth, and tails.

- CERTAIN DINOSAURS WILL BE MORE RARE THAN OTHERS. This includes dinosaurs such as T. Rex or other apex species.

- THIS WILL BE A MEDIEVAL SETTING.

1) I PREFER TO PLAY WITH EIGHTEEN YEAR OLDS AND ABOVE. There will be blood, death, gore, and so forth in this RP. I feel uncomfortable writing about this with people who aren't over 18.

2) HAVE FUN! Despite everything, I want my players to have fun. I want them to be excited to face an enemy, wonder about what is going to happen next, participate in banter and plotting and ships, and so forth. :)

3) WHILE I MIGHT BE THE GM, EVERYONE WILL WORK TOGETHER TO PUSH THE RP ALONG. We will all be taking part in developing the plot, baddies, and etc. That being said, I have the last word on everything, though I don't want to be absolutely commandeering.

4) READ THE LORE. It'll take time for me to create the world. Please don't skim things!

5) FOLLOW THE RULES THAT I PUT IN PLACE. Don't make me upset, please! I am pretty open minded, though if I'm stern on something, I will let you know.

6) DO NOT GHOST. JOIN THE DISCORD. POST ONCE A WEEK. REMAIN ACTIVE IN CHAT. Active members just make things all the more fun! :D

Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

MENTIONS: all of y'all

So more than one person was after her. Wonderful, as if things couldn't get any worse. Things would turn out fine... probably. They always did, and if they didn't, well, she was still alive, wasn't she? Jules was surprised that Jojo even bothered to speak to her this much. He was probably trying to get her to lower her guard, which definitely wouldn't happen. Nevertheless, she took the bowl that he offered her. There was nothing strange in it, she knew this much. She had been watching his cooking rather carefully and had been paying attention to see whether or not he had the gall to slip something in. Sniffing the bowl's contents, she was pleased to see that it had quite the aromatic smell and didn't look as bland as most of the meals that she had to eat on the road. "It's quite the long story. One that I don't have the energy to tell you at the moment," she answered him. It wasn't like she was lying; all she wanted was a full stomach and a somewhat peaceful rest. "I had no intention on getting half the world on my tail. If it helps you sleep better at night, I'm not some murderer or lunatic out on the run. To put it simply, it's all a misunderstanding that got way out of hand."

Their little conversation went awry when Simon spoke up, mumbling something in that country drawl of his. Honestly, Jules could hardly understand him, but what she did understand was that they had lost someone. Her gaze swept over their numbers-- yes, it did seem like they had one less head than what they started with. She immediately recognized the missing person as being that blond street urchin that had threatened her into teaching him the Spin. Their sudden loss had no impact on her; in fact, it actually benefited in her a way. If they lost this Donny in the desert, that meant she didn't have to teach anyone the Spin and she would probably be in a little less trouble with her family when she returned home. If she even returned home...

She finished the stew quickly, placing the bowl to the side and nodding curtly at Jojo in silent thanks. "We can't spend so much time looking for him. If he got lost in the desert, there's nothing much we can do other than hope that he gets out alright. For now, we should turn in for the night. The earlier we get up, the more ground we'll be able to cover."

Valkyria Chronicles: Echo Black

Paloma Violetta

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__________________________________________ AKA Birdy, Tweety _______________________________________________________________ Atlantic Federation | Remesal _______________________________________________________________ [+] ▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► DOB - 01/25/1918 ► Height - 5'3" ► Weight - 118 LBS ► Hair Color - Blonde ► Eye Color - Honey ► Classification - Shocktrooper (Raider) ► Rank - Private ► Sexuality - Heterosexual -

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E Most of the time, Paloma chooses to wear her golden hair long. She styles it often, sometimes twining flowers or ribbons into her locks-- or even those of others. On the battlefield, she ties her hair into pigtails, ponytails, buns, braids... anything to keep her hair out of her face. If one looks closely, they can see that her hair becomes darker towards the tips and even on the underside. She keeps her uniform as tidy as she can when off the battlefield. When not in uniform, she likes wearing skirts, stockings, and panty hoes, along with pretty and colorful blouses.

---_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Off duty, Paloma is a kind and gentle individual who doesn't wish harm on anyone. She is talkative and curious, and is often seen conversing with anyone that is willing to be approached. There are times when she appears to be a little too nosy, but she means the best. She cares about her platoon mates and makes sure she's always there for them, both physically and emotionally. Many might call her motherly, and that is what Paloma is. As long as you stay on her good side, that is-- despite having a large amount of patience, there are times when Paloma loses her temper and her tongue becomes loose. She is also quite too honest for her own good; there have been instances when she has been a little too blunt and her words become hurtful. Either way, she doesn't hold grudges, even if she gets in arguments with others. Paloma always sees the good in people, no matter if they're friend or enemy.

Paloma is probably one of the most loyal and determined soldiers on the battlefield. It isn't like she always adheres to orders. Instead, she is constantly seen around her fellow platoon members, either supporting them in combat or helping them get back on their feet. If a soldier is completely unconscious, she will try her best to get them to safety or protect them from further harm, even if it means putting her life in extreme danger. If someone jumps headlong into the fray, you can bet Paloma will be at their heels, even if it means going against orders.

---_{B I O G R A P H Y}

It may not look like it, but Paloma is a farm girl; she was born on her parents' farm in the dead of winter in 1918EC. Small and sickly, it was first thought that she wouldn't make it through the winter. Yet, with the help of her elder brother and her parents, she persisted through her weakness and became a bubbly, babbling toddler. In her youth, Paloma became quite attached to her brother, Ezekiel. They went on adventures everywhere, and even helped raise their younger siblings when they came around. The Violetta family was a happy, bustling family, and Paloma prayed they'd be together forever.

Such were the dreams of a child.

The Second Europan War rolled around and Ezekiel was intent on joining. At twenty years old, Ezekiel was intent on joining the fight against the enemy. Paloma was thirteen years old when her brother left home to join the army. And for a long while, she was considered the single eldest sister and responsible for the well-being of her little brother and sister. Often, Ezekiel wrote a letter to their parents, and a separate letter for her. His words granted her the emotional strength to take care of the family to the best of her capabilities.

Time passed and there was no longer word from Ezekiel. Paloma didn't want to think about what could have happened to her beloved brother, but the way her parents looked at each other and at her made her wonder. Her excitement for Ezekiel's return soon turned into worry, panic, and fear. Here she was, now sixteen years old, and her brother still hadn't written back. Worry, panic, and fear soon turned into iron will and determination. She would find her brother, someway, somehow. She decided she would enlist in the Armed Forces of the Atlantic Federation in order to see if Ezekiel was ever going to come home.

Her parents were vehement when she announced her plan. How could little, charming Paloma pick up a gun and shoot another man? Though, she was determined, and with a promise to make it back home with Ezekiel, she set off on her own. She told herself she would come back victorious both in battle and bringing her brother home.

Paloma's first obstacle was training. Of course, how could she forget about training? It was at the back of her mind during her daydreaming sessions. At first she thought it was going to be a little tough, but she would persist. Then it became more difficult. And more after that. Paloma started to doubt herself, only hoping that the ache in her mind and body would go away. Drowning in self-hate and pity for her weakness, she only relied on the friendship of other trainees to pull her through. And, it did. While she shouldered the negativity of other trainees, others shouldered her own worries and terrors. With the help of others, Paloma persisted through training and was able to move on to become a private in the Armed Forces of the Atlantic Federation.

---_{P O T E N T I A L S}

Tender Love and Care: The sight of Paloma increases her platoon members' morale. When she's paired with someone, she likes to think they're unstoppable.
Discerning Eye: Paloma can quickly figure things out about a person, friend or foe, if she tries hard enough. Sometimes, she can tell whether someone is lying or keeping a secret. Though Paloma doesn't bring issues to light in front of others, she usually uses her natural ability to see if someone is hiding a "minor" wound or illness.
Lonely Road: When Paloma is not near her platoon mates, she becomes indecisive and panicky. In this state, she makes an easy shot for any well-trained enemy.

---_{E Q U I P M E N T}

- Robinson M91
- FW Mk. I
- F1 Grenades
- Ragnaid
- ND-3 Combat Armor
- Signal Mirror

---_{A F F I L I A T I O N S}

- Ephraim Violetta (Father -- Alive)
- Teresa (Tawny) Violetta (Mother -- Alive)
- Ezekiel (Easy) Violetta (Older Brother -- Presumed Alive, M.I.A)
- Sonya (Tweety) Violetta (Younger Sister -- Alive)
- Anders (Sandy) Violetta (Youngest Brother -- Alive)

---_{R E L A T I O N S}

None at the moment.

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-A Template by Load Wraith

Yori

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__________________________________________ The definition of a bastard _______________________________________________________________ Atlantic Federation | Edinburgh _______________________________________________________________ [+] ▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► DOB - 06/18/1916 ► Height - 5'10" ► Weight - 151 LBS ► Hair Color - Dark blue, bordering on black ► Eye Color - Blue ► Classification - Sniper (Jaeger) ► Rank - Corporal ► Sexuality - Heterosexual -

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E Dark blue hair and piercing blue eyes is what one may notice when they first look at Yori. He wears his hair semi-long; his bangs brush the top of his brows and reaches just below his ears-- if combed correctly. His skin is a light caramel color from spending years in the sun and the faintest of stubble covers his jaws and chin. His uniform is clean and tidy, as he knows that if he looks like a filthy pig he'd get more than a scolding, though he folds his sleeves up to his elbows.

---_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Yori is generally an unkind person; he cheats, curses, and steals. He is also considered brash, rude, cunning, sneaky-- well, everything you expect from a Darcsen. He doesn't talk much to those he doesn't know without good reason, though those who are his true friends claim that Yori purposefully comes off as the stereotypical Darcsen. He states that, since everyone already assumes the worst from him, he shouldn't spend energy in trying to be a decent person.

In reality, Yori has another side to him-- the side that is fiercely loyal and brave, filled with a love of adventure and fun, and determined to make a name for himself on the battlefield.

---_{B I O G R A P H Y}

Yori's story begins with his conception; bound by lust and the promise of a better life, his mother was deceived by a man who convinced her to sleep with him. When she became pregnant, his "father" denied any responsibility and fled. Now alone and left to fend for herself, his mother was determined to carry Yori to full term and raise him as a proper child. Unfortunately, she died during childbirth, leaving Yori an orphan by the time he took his first breath. Seeing that he had Darcsen blood in him, his mother's family had no interest in raising him. He was promptly dumped at an orphanage, where the workers gifted him with his name.

His childhood was tough. Composed of many children teasing him for the color of his hair and eyes, they labeled him as Darcsen, going so far as to belittle and demean him, even making him get into scraps and all other types of trouble. The workers at the orphanage grew to disdain him and he would receive beatings from them. Yori knew that he wasn't wanted and that he was only kept there because of "good will and pity". When he was 14, he escaped the orphanage in the dead of night and settled for becoming a thief.

Yori met other boys in the backalleys of Edinburgh through his new way of life. They were led by a young Darcsen man named Kihre, and, like the other boys, he took Yori under his wing. The two formed a tight bond, basically becoming blood brothers in the time they were together. They fought to live (and lived to fight) and as they did so, Yori believed he had found his first family. Kihre accepted all of them no matter their race, age, or way of living; he made sure to tell all of them that to be true to oneself and that the world would fall at their feet. Yori believed that Kihre told him that he should embrace being a Darcsen, no matter what-- and so, he did. Yet, as much as he was happy, he felt like something was missing.

The Second Europan War rolled around and Yori was eager to join the ranks. Seventeen and still itching for a fight, the young man still believes he has something to prove. If only he knew what that something was...

---_{P O T E N T I A L S}

Darcsen Bond: In the presence of other Darcsen, Yori is able to withstand more hits from enemy units.
Boiling Point: When overwhelmed by attacks, Yori's anger reaches a boiling point, leading to decreased accuracy and evasion.

---_{E Q U I P M E N T}

- LF Wasp No. 4
- Tracker Dart
- Camo-Cloak
- Ragnaid
- BD-3 Light Armor
- Sling

---_{A F F I L I A T I O N S}

- Kihre- the Darcsen that took Yori under his wing when he was out on the streets. (Presumed alive)

---_{R E L A T I O N S}

None at the moment.

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-A Template by Load Wraith

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Y2K

MENTIONS: @Lord Orgasmo @Severance

Almost immediately, she was answered by another girl that had approached her. Jojo recognized the ginger hair and the pale complexion of one of her schoolmates. She had seen her before, actually! In the hallways and things. There weren't many red-haired girls at Linden, anywho. Most people had brown or black hair, like herself. There were some blondes, yes, though even those were rare. She said something about foam. So foam was the thing that kept these bones together? It was impressive to see such a feat. "That's so cool," she stated, looking over at the dinosaur again. After staring at it for a few more moments, she turned back towards the girl. "I'm Jocelyn by the way. I think I've seen you in the hallways... maybe you've been in some of my classes, too. Either way, nice to meet you!"

Another person approached them, this time a person that she definitely recognized. Her grin became a bit larger but faded away when she saw that he had no interest in speaking to them. Instead, he took out a sketchbook and began to sketch the dinosaur rather than just looking at it. "Drawing again, Broccoli?" she asked him. "Why draw when you can explore the museum? We can hang together if you're lonely!"

Valkyria Chronicles: Echo Black

Paloma Violetta

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__________________________________________ AKA Birdy, Tweety _______________________________________________________________ Atlantic Federation | Remesal _______________________________________________________________ [+] ▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► DOB - 01/25/1918 ► Height - 5'3" ► Weight - 118 LBS ► Hair Color - Blonde ► Eye Color - Honey ► Classification - Shocktrooper (Raider) ► Rank - Private ► Sexuality - Heterosexual -

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E Most of the time, Paloma chooses to wear her golden hair long. She styles it often, sometimes twining flowers or ribbons into her locks-- or even those of others. On the battlefield, she ties her hair into pigtails, ponytails, buns, braids... anything to keep her hair out of her face. If one looks closely, they can see that her hair becomes darker towards the tips and even on the underside. She keeps her uniform as tidy as she can when off the battlefield. When not in uniform, she likes wearing skirts, stockings, and panty hoes, along with pretty and colorful blouses.

---_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Off duty, Paloma is a kind and gentle individual who doesn't wish harm on anyone. She is talkative and curious, and is often seen conversing with anyone that is willing to be approached. There are times when she appears to be a little too nosy, but she means the best. She cares about her platoon mates and makes sure she's always there for them, both physically and emotionally. Many might call her motherly, and that is what Paloma is. As long as you stay on her good side, that is-- despite having a large amount of patience, there are times when Paloma loses her temper and her tongue becomes loose. She is also quite too honest for her own good; there have been instances when she has been a little too blunt and her words become hurtful. Either way, she doesn't hold grudges, even if she gets in arguments with others. Paloma always sees the good in people, no matter if they're friend or enemy.

Paloma is probably one of the most loyal and determined soldiers on the battlefield. It isn't like she always adheres to orders. Instead, she is constantly seen around her fellow platoon members, either supporting them in combat or helping them get back on their feet. If a soldier is completely unconscious, she will try her best to get them to safety or protect them from further harm, even if it means putting her life in extreme danger. If someone jumps headlong into the fray, you can bet Paloma will be at their heels, even if it means going against orders.

---_{B I O G R A P H Y}

It may not look like it, but Paloma is a farm girl; she was born on her parents' farm in the dead of winter in 1918EC. Small and sickly, it was first thought that she wouldn't make it through the winter. Yet, with the help of her elder brother and her parents, she persisted through her weakness and became a bubbly, babbling toddler. In her youth, Paloma became quite attached to her brother, Ezekiel. They went on adventures everywhere, and even helped raise their younger siblings when they came around. The Violetta family was a happy, bustling family, and Paloma prayed they'd be together forever.

Such were the dreams of a child.

The Second Europan War rolled around and Ezekiel was intent on joining. At twenty years old, Ezekiel was intent on joining the fight against the enemy. Paloma was thirteen years old when her brother left home to join the army. And for a long while, she was considered the single eldest sister and responsible for the well-being of her little brother and sister. Often, Ezekiel wrote a letter to their parents, and a separate letter for her. His words granted her the emotional strength to take care of the family to the best of her capabilities.

Time passed and there was no longer word from Ezekiel. Paloma didn't want to think about what could have happened to her beloved brother, but the way her parents looked at each other and at her made her wonder. Her excitement for Ezekiel's return soon turned into worry, panic, and fear. Here she was, now sixteen years old, and her brother still hadn't written back. Worry, panic, and fear soon turned into iron will and determination. She would find her brother, someway, somehow. She decided she would enlist in the Armed Forces of the Atlantic Federation in order to see if Ezekiel was ever going to come home.

Her parents were vehement when she announced her plan. How could little, charming Paloma pick up a gun and shoot another man? Though, she was determined, and with a promise to make it back home with Ezekiel, she set off on her own. She told herself she would come back victorious both in battle and bringing her brother home.

Paloma's first obstacle was training. Of course, how could she forget about training? It was at the back of her mind during her daydreaming sessions. At first she thought it was going to be a little tough, but she would persist. Then it became more difficult. And more after that. Paloma started to doubt herself, only hoping that the ache in her mind and body would go away. Drowning in self-hate and pity for her weakness, she only relied on the friendship of other trainees to pull her through. And, it did. While she shouldered the negativity of other trainees, others shouldered her own worries and terrors. With the help of others, Paloma persisted through training and was able to move on to become a private in the Armed Forces of the Atlantic Federation.

---_{P O T E N T I A L S}

Tender Love and Care: The sight of Paloma increases her platoon members' morale. When she's paired with someone, she likes to think they're unstoppable.
Discerning Eye: Paloma can quickly figure things out about a person, friend or foe, if she tries hard enough. Sometimes, she can tell whether someone is lying or keeping a secret. Though Paloma doesn't bring issues to light in front of others, she usually uses her natural ability to see if someone is hiding a "minor" wound or illness.
Lonely Road: When Paloma is not near her platoon mates, she becomes indecisive and panicky. In this state, she makes an easy shot for any well-trained enemy.

---_{E Q U I P M E N T}

- Robinson M91
- FW Mk. I
- F1 Grenades
- Ragnaid
- ND-3 Combat Armor
- Signal Mirror

---_{A F F I L I A T I O N S}

- Ephraim Violetta (Father -- Alive)
- Teresa (Tawny) Violetta (Mother -- Alive)
- Ezekiel (Easy) Violetta (Older Brother -- Presumed Alive, M.I.A)
- Sonya (Tweety) Violetta (Younger Sister -- Alive)
- Anders (Sandy) Violetta (Youngest Brother -- Alive)

---_{R E L A T I O N S}

None at the moment.

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-A Template by Load Wraith

Yori

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__________________________________________ The definition of a bastard _______________________________________________________________ Atlantic Federation | Edinburgh _______________________________________________________________ [+] ▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► DOB - 06/18/1916 ► Height - 5'10" ► Weight - 151 LBS ► Hair Color - Dark blue, bordering on black ► Eye Color - Blue ► Classification - Sniper (Jaeger) ► Rank - Corporal ► Sexuality - Heterosexual -

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E Dark blue hair and piercing blue eyes is what one may notice when they first look at Yori. He wears his hair semi-long; his bangs brush the top of his brows and reaches just below his ears-- if combed correctly. His skin is a light caramel color from spending years in the sun and the faintest of stubble covers his jaws and chin. His uniform is clean and tidy, as he knows that if he looks like a filthy pig he'd get more than a scolding, though he folds his sleeves up to his elbows.

---_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Yori is generally an unkind person; he cheats, curses, and steals. He is also considered brash, rude, cunning, sneaky-- well, everything you expect from a Darcsen. He doesn't talk much to those he doesn't know without good reason, though those who are his true friends claim that Yori purposefully comes off as the stereotypical Darcsen. He states that, since everyone already assumes the worst from him, he shouldn't spend energy in trying to be a decent person.

In reality, Yori has another side to him-- the side that is fiercely loyal and brave, filled with a love of adventure and fun, and determined to make a name for himself on the battlefield.

---_{B I O G R A P H Y}

Yori's story begins with his conception; bound by lust and the promise of a better life, his mother was deceived by a man who convinced her to sleep with him. When she became pregnant, his "father" denied any responsibility and fled. Now alone and left to fend for herself, his mother was determined to carry Yori to full term and raise him as a proper child. Unfortunately, she died during childbirth, leaving Yori an orphan by the time he took his first breath. Seeing that he had Darcsen blood in him, his mother's family had no interest in raising him. He was promptly dumped at an orphanage, where the workers gifted him with his name.

His childhood was tough. Composed of many children teasing him for the color of his hair and eyes, they labeled him as Darcsen, going so far as to belittle and demean him, even making him get into scraps and all other types of trouble. The workers at the orphanage grew to disdain him and he would receive beatings from them. Yori knew that he wasn't wanted and that he was only kept there because of "good will and pity". When he was 14, he escaped the orphanage in the dead of night and settled for becoming a thief.

Yori met other boys in the backalleys of Edinburgh through his new way of life. They were led by a young Darcsen man named Kihre, and, like the other boys, he took Yori under his wing. The two formed a tight bond, basically becoming blood brothers in the time they were together. They fought to live (and lived to fight) and as they did so, Yori believed he had found his first family. Kihre accepted all of them no matter their race, age, or way of living; he made sure to tell all of them that to be true to oneself and that the world would fall at their feet. Yori believed that Kihre told him that he should embrace being a Darcsen, no matter what-- and so, he did. Yet, as much as he was happy, he felt like something was missing.

The Second Europan War rolled around and Yori was eager to join the ranks. Seventeen and still itching for a fight, the young man still believes he has something to prove. If only he knew what that something was...

---_{P O T E N T I A L S}

Darcsen Bond: In the presence of other Darcsen, Yori is able to withstand more hits from enemy units.
Boiling Point: When overwhelmed by attacks, Yori's anger reaches a boiling point, leading to decreased accuracy and evasion.

---_{E Q U I P M E N T}

- LF Wasp No. 4
- Tracker Dart
- Camo-Cloak
- Ragnaid
- BD-3 Light Armor
- Sling

---_{A F F I L I A T I O N S}

- Kihre- the Darcsen that took Yori under his wing when he was out on the streets. (Presumed alive)

---_{R E L A T I O N S}

None at the moment.

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-A Template by Load Wraith

+ Ambra's Characters +

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__________________________________________ The definition of a bastard _______________________________________________________________ Atlantic Federation | Edinburgh _______________________________________________________________ [+] ▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► DOB - 06/18/1916 ► Height - 5'10" ► Weight - 151 LBS ► Hair Color - Dark blue, bordering on black ► Eye Color - Blue ► Classification - Sniper (Jaeger) ► Rank - Corporal ► Sexuality - Heterosexual -

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E Dark blue hair and piercing blue eyes is what one may notice when they first look at Yori. He wears his hair semi-long; his bangs brush the top of his brows and reaches just below his ears-- if combed correctly. His skin is a light caramel color from spending years in the sun and the faintest of stubble covers his jaws and chin. His uniform is clean and tidy, as he knows that if he looks like a filthy pig he'd get more than a scolding, though he folds his sleeves up to his elbows.

---_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Yori is generally an unkind person; he cheats, curses, and steals. He is also considered brash, rude, cunning, sneaky-- well, everything you expect from a Darcsen. He doesn't talk much to those he doesn't know without good reason, though those who are his true friends claim that Yori purposefully comes off as the stereotypical Darcsen. He states that, since everyone already assumes the worst from him, he shouldn't spend energy in trying to be a decent person.

In reality, Yori has another side to him-- the side that is fiercely loyal and brave, filled with a love of adventure and fun, and determined to make a name for himself on the battlefield.

---_{B I O G R A P H Y}

Yori's story begins with his conception; bound by lust and the promise of a better life, his mother was deceived by a man who convinced her to sleep with him. When she became pregnant, his "father" denied any responsibility and fled. Now alone and left to fend for herself, his mother was determined to carry Yori to full term and raise him as a proper child. Unfortunately, she died during childbirth, leaving Yori an orphan by the time he took his first breath. Seeing that he had Darcsen blood in him, his mother's family had no interest in raising him. He was promptly dumped at an orphanage, where the workers gifted him with his name.

His childhood was tough. Composed of many children teasing him for the color of his hair and eyes, they labeled him as Darcsen, going so far as to belittle and demean him, even making him get into scraps and all other types of trouble. The workers at the orphanage grew to disdain him and he would receive beatings from them. Yori knew that he wasn't wanted and that he was only kept there because of "good will and pity". When he was 14, he escaped the orphanage in the dead of night and settled for becoming a thief.

Yori met other boys in the backalleys of Edinburgh through his new way of life. They were led by a young Darcsen man named Kihre, and, like the other boys, he took Yori under his wing. The two formed a tight bond, basically becoming blood brothers in the time they were together. They fought to live (and lived to fight) and as they did so, Yori believed he had found his first family. Kihre accepted all of them no matter their race, age, or way of living; he made sure to tell all of them that to be true to oneself and that the world would fall at their feet. Yori believed that Kihre told him that he should embrace being a Darcsen, no matter what-- and so, he did. Yet, as much as he was happy, he felt like something was missing.

The Second Europan War rolled around and Yori was eager to join the ranks. Seventeen and still itching for a fight, the young man still believes he has something to prove. If only he knew what that something was...

---_{P O T E N T I A L S}

Darcsen Bond: In the presence of other Darcsen, Yori is able to withstand more hits from enemy units.
Boiling Point: When overwhelmed by attacks, Yori's anger reaches a boiling point, leading to decreased accuracy and evasion.

---_{E Q U I P M E N T}

- LF Wasp No. 4
- Tracker Dart
- Camo-Cloak
- Ragnaid
- BD-3 Light Armor
- Pack of cigarettes

---_{A F F I L I A T I O N S}

- Kihre- the Darcsen that took Yori under his wing when he was out on the streets. (Presumed alive)

---_{R E L A T I O N S}

None at the moment.

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__________________________________________ AKA Birdy, Tweety _______________________________________________________________ Atlantic Federation | Remesal _______________________________________________________________ [+] ▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► DOB - 01/25/1918 ► Height - 5'3" ► Weight - 118 LBS ► Hair Color - Blonde ► Eye Color - Honey ► Classification - Shocktrooper (Raider) ► Rank - Private ► Sexuality - Heterosexual -

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E Most of the time, Paloma chooses to wear her golden hair long. She styles it often, sometimes twining flowers or ribbons into her locks-- or even those of others. On the battlefield, she ties her hair into pigtails, ponytails, buns, braids... anything to keep her hair out of her face. If one looks closely, they can see that her hair becomes darker towards the tips and even on the underside. She keeps her uniform as tidy as she can when off the battlefield. When not in uniform, she likes wearing skirts, stockings, and panty hoes, along with pretty and colorful blouses.

---_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Off duty, Paloma is a kind and gentle individual who doesn't wish harm on anyone. She is talkative and curious, and is often seen conversing with anyone that is willing to be approached. There are times when she appears to be a little too nosy, but she means the best. She cares about her platoon mates and makes sure she's always there for them, both physically and emotionally. Many might call her motherly, and that is what Paloma is. As long as you stay on her good side, that is-- despite having a large amount of patience, there are times when Paloma loses her temper and her tongue becomes loose. She is also quite too honest for her own good; there have been instances when she has been a little too blunt and her words become hurtful. Either way, she doesn't hold grudges, even if she gets in arguments with others. Paloma always sees the good in people, no matter if they're friend or enemy.

Paloma is probably one of the most loyal and determined soldiers on the battlefield. It isn't like she always adheres to orders. Instead, she is constantly seen around her fellow platoon members, either supporting them in combat or helping them get back on their feet. If a soldier is completely unconscious, she will try her best to get them to safety or protect them from further harm, even if it means putting her life in extreme danger. If someone jumps headlong into the fray, you can bet Paloma will be at their heels, even if it means going against orders.

---_{B I O G R A P H Y}

It may not look like it, but Paloma is a farm girl; she was born on her parents' farm in the dead of winter in 1918EC. Small and sickly, it was first thought that she wouldn't make it through the winter. Yet, with the help of her elder brother and her parents, she persisted through her weakness and became a bubbly, babbling toddler. In her youth, Paloma became quite attached to her brother, Ezekiel. They went on adventures everywhere, and even helped raise their younger siblings when they came around. The Violetta family was a happy, bustling family, and Paloma prayed they'd be together forever.

Such were the dreams of a child.

The Second Europan War rolled around and Ezekiel was intent on joining. At twenty years old, Ezekiel was intent on joining the fight against the enemy. Paloma was thirteen years old when her brother left home to join the army. And for a long while, she was considered the single eldest sister and responsible for the well-being of her little brother and sister. Often, Ezekiel wrote a letter to their parents, and a separate letter for her. His words granted her the emotional strength to take care of the family to the best of her capabilities.

Time passed and there was no longer word from Ezekiel. Paloma didn't want to think about what could have happened to her beloved brother, but the way her parents looked at each other and at her made her wonder. Her excitement for Ezekiel's return soon turned into worry, panic, and fear. Here she was, now sixteen years old, and her brother still hadn't written back. Worry, panic, and fear soon turned into iron will and determination. She would find her brother, someway, somehow. She decided she would enlist in the Armed Forces of the Atlantic Federation in order to see if Ezekiel was ever going to come home.

Her parents were vehement when she announced her plan. How could little, charming Paloma pick up a gun and shoot another man? Though, she was determined, and with a promise to make it back home with Ezekiel, she set off on her own. She told herself she would come back victorious both in battle and bringing her brother home.

Paloma's first obstacle was training. Of course, how could she forget about training? It was at the back of her mind during her daydreaming sessions. At first she thought it was going to be a little tough, but she would persist. Then it became more difficult. And more after that. Paloma started to doubt herself, only hoping that the ache in her mind and body would go away. Drowning in self-hate and pity for her weakness, she only relied on the friendship of other trainees to pull her through. And, it did. While she shouldered the negativity of other trainees, others shouldered her own worries and terrors. With the help of others, Paloma persisted through training and was able to move on to become a private in the Armed Forces of the Atlantic Federation.

---_{P O T E N T I A L S}

Tender Love and Care: The sight of Paloma increases her platoon members' morale. When she's paired with someone, she likes to think they're unstoppable.
Discerning Eye: Paloma can quickly figure things out about a person, friend or foe, if she tries hard enough. Sometimes, she can tell whether someone is lying or keeping a secret. Though Paloma doesn't bring issues to light in front of others, she usually uses her natural ability to see if someone is hiding a "minor" wound or illness.
Lonely Road: When Paloma is not near her platoon mates, she becomes indecisive and panicky. In this state, she makes an easy shot for any well-trained enemy.

---_{E Q U I P M E N T}

- Robinson M91
- FW Mk. I
- F1 Grenades
- Ragnaid
- ND-3 Combat Armor

---_{A F F I L I A T I O N S}

- Ephraim Violetta (Father -- Alive)
- Teresa (Tawny) Violetta (Mother -- Alive)
- Ezekiel (Easy) Violetta (Older Brother -- Presumed Alive, M.I.A)
- Sonya (Tweety) Violetta (Younger Sister -- Alive)
- Anders (Sandy) Violetta (Youngest Brother -- Alive)

---_{R E L A T I O N S}

None at the moment.

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Steel Ball Run | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

MENTIONS: @Severance @Lord Orgasmo @AmpharosBoy @NachoBachoPacho

Jules polished off the rest of her jerky and dusted off her hands from the remaining crumbs. Jojo had gone ahead and begun to cook a stew, complete with vegetables. She didn't want to admit it, but it smelled yummy. Much better than the fistful of beef she had just scarfed down. The night was particularly chilly, so she decided to inch closer to the fire. She still kept an eye on Jojo. way of him trying any other funny business. Her hand came up to touch her face again, not surprised to see it still hurt.

"Really now?" Jules faked a surprised tone. Of curse there'd be more people after her. If one was, there had to be more. "That's great. Absolutely wonderful, even."

She tossed a glance over at Simon, then at Annie and her Stand. The armored phantom as setting up a tent. At least they had shelter and food. Others weren't so lucky. "I guess you have competition then!" Her voice gained a few octaves as she flopped back onto the sand and tucked her hands behind her head. "If that guy is more handsome than you, I'm afraid I'll have to go with him instead. Though I admit, I don't think that's possible~"

With a sly look and crooked grin, she spoke towards Joseppi again. "Did you at least get a good look at him? With that absolutely dashing glare of yours, I'd be surprised if you didn't."

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Y2K

MENTIONS: N/A

There was quiet-- just quiet, and the gentle sound of her breathing as she slept under her pink cloud-dappled blankets. Jocelyn slept soundly in her bed in the corner of her small, cluttered room, her body sprawled in an almost unnatural position. Light snores left her lips as she laid and dreamt about nonsense. No one could possibly have the heart to disturb such a peaceful sight. That was, no one but the tall, foreboding figure that currently hovered by her bedside. A large hand came roughly down on her abdomen, stalling her snore and making it end in a struggled "ngh!"

"Wake up. You're gonna be late to school," came the less-than-amused voice of her brother.

Another groan of protest. "What the--"

"You're gonna get detention if you're late again."

She hugged her blanket closer and curled up into a ball. "Five more min--" she began before the covers were promptly torn off of her. Stefano looked down at her with stone cold eyes, their gray sheen betraying brewing anger as his teeth clenched and unclenched beneath his stubbled jaw. "Okay, okay! I'm up!" she submitted in a whimper and plopped her back up against the headboard. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and glanced at the clock on her nightstand. The red digits read 7:00 AM.

"It's too early!"

"Classes start at 9:00 AM."

"It's not gonna take me two hours to get there--!"

"I made breakfast. You wanna eat or not?"

The idea of having her brother's pancakes for breakfast spurred her from her bed. It took her an hour to shower and get dressed, along with straightening her naturally wavy hair and applying a light coat of make-up. Stefano waited for her by their small kitchen set, dressed in the navy blue uniform she was so used to seeing. A badge glimmered from its place just above his breast. "You're lucky my shift starts a bit later today," her brother placed a plate of pancakes in front of her when she sat down. "You almost missed your big trip to the museum."

Jocelyn nonchalantly poured a shit-ton of syrup over her pancakes. The viscous fluid almost overflowed from her plate. Her brother watched for a moment, his gaze betraying a hint of bewilderment before he sighed and shook his head. Stepping behind her, he turned up the volume on the small television set they had placed on the kitchen counter. The familiar voice of the channel 7 news reporter droned on and on.

"They're talking about that weirdo weirdo hackerman again?" Jocelyn muttered around a mouthful of food. That was all that people seemed to be talking about nowadays. The hacker did this, the hacker did that. They didn't even know if the hacker was serious or not. It could just be some kid pulling everyone's leg.

"Not this time. They found some goon lying dead in an alley," Stefano walked back into her line of sight and shrugged his broad shoulders. "Sheriff thinks it's gang violence. I gotta get going though, don't want to be late for work. But, Lyn," his expression softened slightly, "be careful on your way home from work today, alright?"

"C'mon Stef, I'm eighteen. I can protect myself!"

Stefano's hand came down upon her again. This time, he ruffled her hair lightly. "Still... no matter how tough you think you are, there's not a lot you can do when someone points a gun at you. Just be careful, hm?"

"Whatever makes you feel better, bro~"

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Getting to school was harder than she thought it'd be. Jocelyn was already aware of Linden being in the heart of the city, though this day in particular dealt her a difficult time in the subway. All people talked about were the murders that had been occurring, along with the sudden and apparent flourish of tensions between rival gang members. She didn't care; it was same old, same old. What was there to freak out about?

The beginning of the school day was the same as other days. The students all said "here" during roll call, rose for the pledge of allegiance, remained standing for the national anthem, and then sat back down. After that, all of the students that were eligible to go on the trip to the Museum of Natural History promptly lined up and got on their designated school buses. At least the trip to the museum wasn't a long one. Nevertheless, Jocelyn definitely wasn't able to keep awake during their ride. She was lulled into a nap, going so far as to heavily lean on the poor soul that was forced to sit next to her on their journey. She might have drooled a little on said person, but how could she help it?

When they arrived, the teachers all lined up their students inside of the main lobby of the museum. After they had another roll call, the students were granted their temporary freedom to roam-- they would only need to meet up for lunch at 12 and their departure at 3. It was currently only 10 o clock. That meant that they had all the time in the world! Jocelyn wandered off in a random direction, taking a few steps towards the T-Rex skeleton positioned menacingly in the middle of the marble-floored lobby. It was so... big! And cool! And kind of ugly. "How much glue did they have to use to keep it from falling apart?" she asked out loud. Damn, if the thing was still alive, it could probably swallow her in one go! What did the inside of a dinosaur's belly look like, anyway?

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Y2K

Jocelyn Joestar

"Does it look like I care?"

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Name:
Jocelyn Joestar

Alias:
Much to her contempt, most people call her Jojo. Her step-brother calls her Lyn.

Namesake:
None

Age:
Eighteen years old

Gender:
Female

Birthday:
April 11th, 1981

Zodiac:
Aries

Chinese Zodiac:
Rooster

Appearance Details

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Yellow

Height:
5'9

Weight:
159 lbs

Complexion:
Tan

Body Composition:
Slightly curvy

Choice of Attire:
Jojo likes wearing casual clothing that she deems comfortable. This mostly includes sneakers, shorts, jeans, jackets, hoodies, and t-shirts. She often wears a black cap with two silver horn-like metal spikes jutting out from the top.

Personality:
Most people consider Jojo a complicated person. Despite her intimidating appearance, she is actually quite friendly and social; she craves human contact and is eager to please, which leads her to have little to no sense of boundaries. Loud, boisterous, and fun-loving, her energy often gets her and those associated with her into trouble. At Linden HS, she is considered a delinquent and very few people choose to be involved with her, though she honestly means well. She has an overwhelming amount of patience when she is pestered and bullied by others and prefers to brush off insults and jeers as if they were jokes. On the other hand, she has absolutely zero patience when someone messes with a person she considers a friend. Whether it be a simple insult or an all-too-rough pat on the back, Jojo will not hesitate to put the person who dare cause harm to her ally in their place.

Overall, she is a person who exhibits a lot of sloth and monetary greed. Jojo dreams of becoming rich one day, though she does not bear the dedication to do so. Her grades almost always toe the line between passing and failing and she sometimes falls asleep in class or plays hooky. For a person who always has her head in the clouds, Jojo isn't sure about what to do when she graduates and has no plans to attend college.

Short Biography:
Jojo's family has always been small. A British police officer who had come to New York on vacation, her father quickly fell in love with her Puerto Rican mother and chose to remain in the states. Born soon after her parents' marriage, Jojo was coddled by not only her mother and father, but her step-brother as well. Eight years her senior, he took her under his wing as she grew up, teaching her how to apply her knowledge to her studies, how to tie her shoes, how to wash plates-- but most of all, how to defend herself in fights. Her step-brother and her grew extremely close, especially after their mother died of illness when she was eight and their father was killed in the line of duty when she was twelve.

Now orphans, Jojo's step-brother and her had to decide what to do. Thankfully, they did not have to worry about being separated. Her step-brother was old enough to become her guardian and followed their father's footsteps, pursuing a career in law enforcement. All Jojo had to worry about was doing well in school, though this would prove more difficult than they both thought. Her interest in academics dwindled when she took up a job in a local bodega when she was sixteen. Her relationship with her step-brother has quickly become strained, though Jojo likes to think they are just as close as ever.

Quirk:
Jojo likes to whistle in a variety of situations, whether in song or in awe of a situation. She also draws out the last syllable of a phrase when she is agitated.

Other:
Jojo knows how to speak Spanish, but doesn't know how to write it.