Mayadere

Werewolves in the City

Hide

Name: Hide Recewl
Age: 25
Position: Member
Job: Doorman at a bar called 'Delicate Ferocity'

Appearance:
6'4" , 215lbs
Human
Wolf

History: Hide has been with the pack since he was very small, maybe four or five years old. They were never quite sure what happened to the time prior, or who his parents were. All anyone could figure out was that someone had tried to remove one of his ears for one reason or another. He was very apprehensive of everyone, wolf and human alike, for a very long time. It wasn't until he was in his early teens that he began to be less frightful of everyone and began to live more happily. He escaped the fire by the skin of his teeth, having nearly suffocated while escaping. Had it not been by the help of an older wolf that had perished in the fire, he would not have made it out alive.

Personality: Hide is someone people easily see as a friendly and welcoming face, if not someone who is just a bit too bouncy for his own good. He makes the best out of a bad situation and its not entirely uncommon for him to laugh at bad news, it is hard to tell when he is actually hurt or worried because of this. Most negative emotions do not seem to bother him, especially when coming from other people. If anything, he is very empathetic and attempts to help those in distress when the need arises. Though like anyone who is a huge emotional sponge, this can leave him to be very apathetic, sometimes even belligerent. Anger is a very rare thing to witness in Hide and is generally very dangerous.

Goal in Life: He really does not appear to have any end goal in life, as long as he can be around those he cares for and can see the night sky, he is content.

Other: Though Hide is not very aggressive, he does have quite a few scars. The most visible one is the missing the top part of his right ear, the others are all minor enough to be passed off as small scrapes or scratches. But they are great in number, especially around his neck, shoulders, and arms. It is hard to see them while he is a wolf, as his fur is quite thick. Somehow the tribal tattoo on the back of his right arm has avoided attaining any damage in the years he has had it.

On a note, I am probably going to edit this later after I get some sleep. But this is the gist of it.

Werewolves in the City

For some reason it wasn't letting me see most of the first page on my phone, so I only got half of the initial post.

But, uh, if this is still accepting I'll work on getting a character sheet up once I get home here in about 15ish minutes.

Adventures of space pirates (S[ace pirate crew rp)

Hide was quiet for a a few moments before speaking up, a grin now plastered on his face as he quickly stands up from his seat. He remembered what happened on 801 very well, he had watched while the destruction happened! He had taken up one too many drinking games that day and was for once, actually too drunk to function correctly. Though his memories of it were well in tact, at least, enough that he knew why they had been kicked off of the planet. But he did not really blame Tempo for it, he honestly thought it was very amusing at the time.

"If I keep an eye on her, a very careful eye, can she have more than a glass? It feels like a waste if we are all going to be drinking and she only gets apple juice." He asks, tilting his head as he looks at Milos. He lightly clutches his book in his left hand as he spins his chair back into place with the other. "I'll take full responsibility if anything happens this time, it wont turn out like 801, I promise. Plus, I think we are running low on apple juice from last time." He mumbles. Though he had challenged everyone to a drinking contest, he was quite sure he would be the only one to not get trashed, unless people decided to stop early. He rarely ever did, even if he was drinking four bottles of the strongest drinks they had or more, he would be fine, mostly. The only time they had probably seen him too drunk to walk straight was on 801. There were some advantages to his mutation, a monstrous liver was just one of them.

"Ahhh, and Yahtzee! If you want, just pile the dishes on the counter and I will get them after everyone is out." He chuckles, shaking his head. "I don't want to delay the drinking too long. But you should probably eat something, too. Alcohol on an empty stomach is never a good thing." Hide would stop himself, looking like he had more to say. But he was not anyone's mother, though he was sure he acted like it sometimes. But he really couldn't help himself, it was just in his nature, he liked looking after other people. It did not even cross his mind that Milos had said it was a punishment for the engineer to clean the table, he was just so use to cleaning things, it felt almost weird to have anyone else do it at this point.

"Just... plate. Food. Lounge. You." And it wasn't even a full two seconds before he puffs his cheeks out with fake irritation towards himself, he looks at Yahtzee, then to everyone else. The wheel had stopped spinning and the hamster had fallen off, it seemed. Without another word, Hide spins on the heels of his soft-soled boots and makes quick exit out of the kitchen to go to the lounge, book in hand, not even glancing back. He felt he had sufficiently embarrassed himself enough already for the evening, maybe he was more tired than he thought.

Adventures of space pirates (S[ace pirate crew rp)

Bergh. Sorry for not posting, was sort of waiting to see of Husky was going to post. I'll try to have something up later tonight after work.

Army of Animals

Hm. Interested.

Adventures of space pirates (S[ace pirate crew rp)

"Bets..." Hide murmured incoherently in reply to Milos, his eyes glued to the pages of a relatively old looking book. Dinner that evening had been made a bit differently than usual, but it seemed to have turned out as good as it ever had, if not better. He had made countless different things, of what everyone liked, and had a 'pick and choose' night instead of a more usually set and well-rounded meal. It happened on occasion, these pick and choose nights, but only when Hide had been studying something new rather fervently and had not gotten enough sleep. And with the dark circles under his eyes at the moment, he had definitely not gotten enough sleep recently. It really did not matter to him if he got enough sleep, though. He still had breakfast, lunch, and dinner prepared and things kept tidy as he liked them.

Slowly he lifts his gaze up from his book, looking around at the others, checking to see how things were going. But his attention was drawn to the ships AI, Dagger. He noted the nervous shifting in their seat, and even as the hologram shimmered and distorted. The sound from the speakers made him cringe a bit, but that was nothing too unusual for Hide to be cringing at such noises. He then carefully closed his book and plopped it down into his lap as he listened to Dagger speak. Just from listening and the motions before, it was terribly easy to conclude that the AI was worried, nervous, or afraid. Or quite possibly all three. Having been around AI's for a long time, he had seen how similar some of them acted... but each one was different in its own way. It made it harder for him to treat them like anything less than another living being.

"It will be alright, Dagger. Really, it will." Hide says in a rather calm, collected tone. He fully believed it would be alright, he trusted everyone here with his life, he had complete faith in their skills. "I've been on some ships that have survived with less of a chance than that before. Sometimes there are other factors and bits of information you do not have that cannot be added in until the adventure starts. Plus, it is game night. We can save the worry for tomorrow. Tonight, lets just drink and play games and have fun. I am placing all my bets on you this time. Anyone in the mood for a few shots? Or maybe a few bottles...?"

He began to hum lightly to the sound of Tempo's music as he moved his book onto the table, leaning back in his chair as he stretches his arms into the air with a loud, slightly tired sounding groan. He did not like it when others were so worried, especially Dagger, the AI he had become rather fond of within the past thirteen years or so. And the guilty look he had spotted on the AI's hologram was enough to make Hide want to try to make him feel a bit better, at least... and what better way of doing that than getting everyone else drunk?

"I'll make a few bets that I can drink all of you under the table."

Knight in Shining Armor (KiSA) [Private]

Ken Winwroc - Noble Dorms

It had been a simple decision for Ken to simply work through his exhaustion, it always was. He just had to get the work done and then he could sleep later, at least that is what his father had always instructed him with. The key was not just getting it done though, it was getting it done correctly and without error. The few hours before the outing was just enough time for him to finish half of a stack of sheets, corrected once and twice over. But he had not changed cloths or anything yet. Not that it would take him a long time, anyway.

He was slightly thankful that he had ordered Nolan to go change clothing not to long ago, because despite what the other said, Ken was quite sure that a change of cloths for this evening was necessary. It had been so hot this morning, it was ridiculous. And even he had been sweating, though had been far too enveloped in chatting people up to give it much care.

Letting out a soft sigh, Ken finally dropped his pen down onto his table before grabbing the papers and stuffing them into one of the few drawers within his desk. With the TV off, it was rather quiet and without Nolan, or even Cedric in the room, it was almost painful. He spun in his chair and tapped his feet on the floor before quickly pushing himself up to get a change of cloths. But what to wear? He could just throw on one of his suits and pick out a tie. Or maybe he could put on a jacket and some clean jeans... With a rough shake of his head, Ken reaches in and pulls out a rather nice looking sleeveless jacket from his collection. This would be alright, he decided. Since it was a trip going into town he could get away with dressing down a bit from his usual suit attire, even if there would be other nobles present. No one else would really be wearing one, hopefully.

By the time he had finished dressing, he had on a sleek grey hooded jacket with a white undershirt, along with a pair of what appeared to be really comfortable jeans. This, he thought, would do fine. He even grabbed a pair of sunglasses just in case and plopped them onto his forehead and pulled them back so his bangs were out of his eyes. If Nolan thought this was a terrible idea once he got back, he would say something. But now that he had finished dressing and everything was in place, he looks down to his phone and towards the door, and then looks around the room with a slight frown. It was so quiet. So very quiet.

Nolan would be back any time now though, he told him that he would wait here for him. Stiffly Ken moves over by the door and plops in the small chair beside the wall near the door, lightly tapping his thumbs against his knees while waiting. He hoped someone arrived soon, not really caring suddenly if it was Nolan or Cedric or even Ethan.

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Sammuel Trunt - Knight Dorm --> Courtyard

After having chosen his clothing, Sam had decided to shower. And long after he had finished showering and dressed for the evening, he got an extra pair of cloths out as Ken had asked him to do. He was slightly glad that Ken had asked him to grab extra cloths for himself, otherwise he would have to spend the evening in this... obnoxiously bright green and pink suit his master had decided upon.

His eyes were not nearly as red now and the red marks that were once on his face were practically gone. Both good things. Even Tarisa's books had dried already and were perfectly fine. Everything was in order. Carefully he slings his bag over his shoulder, filled with his spare cloths as he opened his phone and checked his messages, nearly all of them from Tarisa. Quickly he was making his way out the door as he read through them.

"HEY, TOY. Will be a few minutes late, wait in the courtyard."
"Did you get me new books?"
"What about shoes? The right shoes? Last time you got the red ones and you looked stupid."
"Dont forget to pin your hair back."
"The headband. Use the headband."

Mentally cringing, Sam spins right around and darts back to his desk, pulling out a circular piece of cloth that was bright enough to blind someone. It was so yellow, so yellow that Sam always considered it to be like a small sun. Carefully working with the cloth, he managed to get his red locks of hair pulled back with the bright cloth and had it tied into place. He pulled out several pins and stuck them in at placed to be sure it would stay. And with that, he shoved his glasses on and then continued right back out the door in a hurry to the courtyard in his bright, flashy and obnoxious clothing.

Adventures of space pirates (S[ace pirate crew rp)

It is terrible I get good ideas when drunk. I finally thought of a history for my character...! ;>.> So Ima' write that in there.

Also. If there are not enough people to fill in the second crew, would it be alright to double up with characters to help fill it in? o_o Figure I would ask now before even thinking of another character yet.

Adventures of space pirates (S[ace pirate crew rp)

I was thinking about going for the pilot at first. The thought of a directionally challenged pilot was pretty funny at the time. But, something about playing a character that helps tend to others strikes my fancy a bit more. o_o

Adventures of space pirates (S[ace pirate crew rp)

Well. That was interesting.

Anyway. I sorta' added more on my sheet. Probably going to be fiddling around with the personality/history a bit though. Probably wont change too much.