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Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

Things were strange. The police officer had a horn and was over two meters tall, there was a self proclaimed soldier with a spear and a flying girl that could fly like out of a story book. Despite all this Edwin surprisingly calmed down.
Huh, I must be in shock, so many silly things have just shut me down.
Shaking the stray thoughts from his mind Edwin finally responded to Linnea's offer of help regarding the tiger
"Sorry about that, I'd appreciate the help. I last saw it heading..." pausing Edwin sniffed Is that burning? Am I having a stroke? then Juno slammed her fist, shocking Edwin out of his thoughts, while giving orders.

"I'm sure most of you have your own questions to ask, I know I do, but for now, we need to get to the village. We don't know what's in this forest that might have a hankering for us, and I sure as hell do not want to find out. That clay tiger can be replaced, but if you die, you die, so we best move. Now, before it gets dark."

Edwin was a bit offended by the dismissal of his art as something that can just be replaced, it was a work of art after all, but he bit his tongue and rummaged through his pockets for anything that might be useful, finding only his scalpel and a lump on clay unused in his tiger piece. Glancing up at Linnea a stray thought crossed his mind
I suppose Wendy could do with a Tinker Bell. then something struck Edwin as odd. Officer Juno said something about it getting dark? But over there it looks kinda bright... and it's getting brighter! biting his lip Edwin debated speaking up about the situation then Linnea mentioned people running this way from the direction of the light.

"Officer Hightower, Colonel Klink and Wendy Darling, I think we should really pick up the pace. I smell burning and it doesn't exactly look like it's getting any darker." with that he took his own advice and started off at a slowly increasing pace after Officer Juno.

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

Sorry, got tied up irl. I'll post soon

EDIT: Soon has come!

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

Stay healthy Goat!

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

*whispers* my first time innuendo-ing. Spear and scalpel innuendooooooooo */whisper*

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

Edwin thought he heard the man with the spear mention that he was some kind of Army Ranger... that didn't ring true to Edwin, the man looked barely older than him. Still, best not argue with the man holding a spear. It's probably good for my health.
Edwin plastered an awkward smile on his face and slowly walked forward keeping his hands spread out and away from his body.
"Hi, Soldier...Krolikov? Am I pronouncing it right? That is a very big and sharp looking spear you have there. I must admit it is quite intimidating, certainly much larger than the dinky little crafting scalpel in my left pocket. Well I suppose size isn't everything, or am I saying that to make myself feel better?" giggling in nerves Edwin took one last hesitant step forward, now to the left of the tall officer, thinking it best for him not to be behind an officer of the law with an admitted potential weapon.

"And yooooooou are a... tall drink of water Officer Aulia. Might I say that is a very fetching dress you are sporting. The colour suits you." Edwin stalled for a moment once his eyes locked on to Juno's horn. "I can't say that I am here for any particular reason, I'm not in the habit of taking advice from my dreams."

"Now where are my manners, my name is Edwin Gordon, artist by passion and by trade, it is a pleasure to meet such... strong, capable looking individuals, but I really should be looking for my little Clay Tiger." as Edwin was about to beat a hasty retreat a little girl's voice sounded above him inquiring about a village. Nerves now thoroughly frayed Edwin started wondering if his imagination had left him playing without a full deck of cards.
"Oh, hello flying girl. I don't suppose you got here by taking the second star to the right, and heading straight on till morning? I am so sorry, that was in bad taste..." coughing awkwardly Edwin asked "I, uh, didn't catch your name?" Edwin only slightly regretted asking, since now he was certain that his Clay Tiger was getting further away from him, but felt that manners demanded that he stay and listen to the floating girl.

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

Now for the adventures of the little clay tiger. The introduction of Edwin too I guess :P

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

Edwin was sitting outside on the grass finishing off the smallest details of a clay tiger, using his small scalpel to emphasise the stripes, when his vision slowly faded, blurring at the edges before falling unconscious and hearing a voice. When his vision returned Edwin wasn't all that troubled, thinking his tiredness was getting the best of him and to be honest he didn't really pay much attention to what the voice said since he wanted to finish off his little tiger. Refocused on his little tiger, posing it so that it was min-roar. Happy with how it turned out Edwin breathed a huge sigh of all the emotion he built up while crafting his latest creation.

To Edwin's huge shock the little tiger breathed in his sigh and roared so loud that defied the tiger's palm size. Leaping from his palm the Clay Tiger dashed away and when Edwin leapt up to chase it he cracked his head on a low hanging branch that certainly wasn't there before, namely because Edwin wasn't sitting under a tree when he started. Now more confused than ever Edwin scrambled up and scooped up his fallen scalpel, sheathing it before putting it in his pocket.

Running in the vague direction of his escaped predator Edwin stumbled through trees and bushes before running onto a dirt path in an explosion of twigs and leaves.
"Stop! RPD!"

Hearing a rather authoritative voice shouting the word stop had Edwin obey out of instinct. He then knelt down on the ground and interlocked his fingers behind his head.
"Umm... officer? This might sound strange, but you wouldn't happened to have seen a little tiger made of clay run by? It's only about the size of my palm." turning his head Edwin saw that the female officer was not only rather tall, but also facing away from him. Coughing in embarrassment Edwin slowly got to his feet and brushed the dirt off his jeans. Noticing the spear wielding man beyond the officer Edwin eloquently put his feelings on the situation.
"Oh dear."

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

Edwin Gordon

Name: Edwin Gordon
Age: 23
Sex: Male

Appearance: Standing at 165 cm and 59 kg Edwin is lean with the build of someone who has done long distance running most of their life. Platinum blond hair cut in a Pompadour style with streaks of cobalt blue dye spiraling throughout perfectly matching his striking eyes. Wearing a slightly paint stained white dress shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows and navy blue jeans Edwin isn't exactly the cleanest figure, but he looks comfortable and content. Edwin's hands, while not thick and strong, are heavily scarred and calloused. Wood splinters, soldering iron burns, chisel cuts, Edwin's hands have seen all sorts of injury.

Personality: Edwin is an artist. He loves art and sculpting in particular. He has seen some success in making a profit, but is personally never satisfied with his own work, thinking that he could have done it better. On a bad day this can make him surly, but he usually calms down by about midday.

Background: There really isn't much to say about Edwin. There is no deep dark secret or reason that he does what he does. He is his mother's son, an artist to the core. The main difference is that while his mother painted Edwin sculpted. His mother while not world renowned had carved out her own little place in the art world and in recent years has only painted on commission. Edwin still bright-eyed tries to break into the sculpting scene with his menagerie of mythical creatures made from clay, stone, wood, paper and metal. His father is where Edwin got his good looks, perfect hair, love of Elvis Presley and music in general.

Powers: Arriving in Kite made Edwins hands extremely durable and has allowed him to breathe life into his sculptures. That little wooden sculpture of a horse? He can make it into a 'living' golem. The quality of the sculpture dictates its strength (eg. the little wooden horse would be better if it was painted or if clay had been built around it for flesh. It would be more durable, able to run faster and would act more like a horse). This is also limited to what he himself makes. He couldn't walk up to an ancient statue and make it fight for him.

Personal Motive: Edwin rarely admits his own ambition, but truth be told is that more than anything he wants to make a sculpture so perfect, so lifelike, that people couldn't tell the difference.

Mementos: 1) A wad of clay, roughly fist sized, that Edwin likes to play with, occasionally making little animals with it. 2) A small sculpting scalpel for fine details in clay and wood.

Fu Sonzai no Genso: An Urban Fantasy Mystery RP

Let me know how it is/if I need to fix anything

Name: Zeke Pascal
Age: 112 (Appears 25 at most)

Appearance:

Appearance

Personality: Zeke is a romancer, he loves to love. In his 112 years he has loved and lost so many times, but he can't stop himself. Some would call it lack of self control, Zeke sees it as him over-committing to relationships. Zeke enjoys food and cooking more than that, it doesn't sustain him in the slightest when compared to blood, but he enjoys the taste more than anything and has discovered that a particularly rare steak can be useful as a light snack.
He loves his bike, being one of the few things that has lasted the decades Zeke has been alive.
For the past ten years Zeke has been going through a mid-life crisis and is re-living the 50's, taking out his old Greaser clothes and rediscovering his love of cigarettes.
Zeke occasionally gets into a depression if he reminisces about his past, his loves more specifically.

Abilities: Zeke has the traditional powers of a Vampire, superior strength and speed, regeneration and immortality. Biologically Zeke's senses have been enhanced and has become immune to minor illusions and after years of practice has mastered persuasion.
Immortality has the side effect of giving Zeke an insane amount of time of which to pursue whatever skill that takes his fancy. In the past he has been a mechanic, a carpenter, a bartender, a boxer, a stage actor and at one time he worked as a journalist.

Weapons/Equipment: A 1941 Crocker Motorcycle, heavily tinted sunglasses for the rare times he has to go outside in the day, a hip-flask of chilled blood, a pack of cigarettes, a battered notebook of loves lost, a comb and a silver knife.

Brief Backstory: Zeke was born to a bog standard family, no great tragedy and no real troubles, beyond growing up through the great depression and prohibition periods. When he was 24 Zeke worked as a mechanic, he wasn't bad at it, but he did have a bad habit of having a messy workplace. One day, as all stories do, Zeke was working under a particularly rich man's car when the the jack keeping the car up suddenly broke, and he was crushed underneath the steel chassis. Before Zeke lost consciousness he heard a muffled voice say
"Why'd you mess up my car?" Next thing he knew he woke up on a morgue table with a rather regal man with a snow white moustache standing over him.

"Well now that you're up, you can fix my car Zeke!" Zeke must have looked extremely confused so the man jumped into an explanation "Zeke you died under my car and made a real mess of it. I did this so you so that you would repair it. I am a Vampire. I resurrected you as Vampire, so now you will have... issues in sunlight. I'll give you a handbook later. Now fix my car" lifting Zeke up by his collar the man dragged him to a police impound lot and forced Zeke to repair it. Once Zeke was done the man thanked him and drove off into the midnight, leaving Zeke to figure out what was going on without the help of that promised notebook.

Years later Zeke managed to keep his 'eternal' life running for over 100 years despite other magical forces trying to shorten it, the 90's was particularly rough since Buffy the Vampire slayer made his life more difficult than he anticipated. Now the 21st century Zeke was tired and longed for simpler days and led him falling into a mid-life crisis of sorts, he wanted to do something worthwhile, to actually help people that won't kill him for his trouble, especially after a decade or two of achieving little besides staying alive Zeke stumbled across the Fu Sonzai no Gensō.

Fu Sonzai no Genso: An Urban Fantasy Mystery RP

Fair enough. I didn't look close enough at the accepted characters ^_^;

I'll see if I can spin a Greaser Vampire then. In the morning. It's late here :P