McHaggis

Vampire RP

Still here too~ Is the second family head still open?

The Underwood Society [McHaggis & Invader Len]

"Certainly," Ronan said, inclining her head as he stepped away from her luggage. Did he look weak, was that it? He could definitely carry it up the stairs but – well, no matter. No point in puffing up in righteous indignation when there was no offense to be had. "From the landing, turn sharply right and head down the hallway. Last room on the left. Watch yourself on the top step, as well – it's slightly higher than the last!"

He was thankful that Findlay Manor's upper rooms were far cleaner and more rich than downstairs. The lounge had been plagued with generations of untidy members of the Underwood Society and their collections of journals; men that weren't likely to clean up after themselves. He knew it wasn't much to look at – and that Miss Williams was unimpressed by it – but if she had seen the state of it before he took over. He suppressed a shudder. The guest room he hadn't exactly cleaned by himself but rather he made a quick, almost foolish contract with a brownie, a household spirit, and thus they were always kept immaculate by the often invisible creatures.

Rule two of the Underwood Society stated that the organisation should never work with creatures, only against them. He'd already broken that rule several times.

The room he had directed Miss Willaims too was that of the previous Lady Findlay, almost six decades ago – a beautiful room of monotonous greys and whites with an overabundance of lace. Taken by the Fae, her notes and collections on the Court still resting on the shelves. It was the room of choice for any lady visitors (who usually tended to be the Sidhe, if anyone).

Sighing, he headed back into the lounge, peering out at the weather which had, unsurprisingly, taken a wintry turn for the worse as snow was beginning to build up on the moorland. Wait a second– His eyes were drawn to a lone figure in the distance, dark shadow on the hilltop. What was that all about?

Stand Still. Stay Silent.

Finished! I just had to add a picture ^^

Forsaken Children of War (Kirah and McHaggis)

"He's nice to us in particular," Siobhan said. "I swear I'm the only Gryffindor that hasn't been picked on yet. Maybe it's because we're not-friends that he does that."

Siobhan brushed down her skirt and brought out her wand, muttering scourgify under her breath. The resulting spell was only strong enough to take off the loosest layer of dust from the table beneath her, which was good enough. It was the job of house elves anyway. "So what are we going to do about Trisha? We have Potions with her soon, right? She's our only hope of becoming friends again – at least, to the outside world." And how strange was that?

Pandora's Inheritance: The Coven [Modern/Fantasy]

Posting because it seems so empty. Working on my character sheet now!

As for the relationships section of the CS, are our characters allowed to have NPC family in Winchester to put there or is it reserved for other players'?

katekyo hitman reborn: the Moreno family

Zan ran a hand through his hair nervously as he accepted his staff from a guard, distraction evident in his face as he looked towards the impassive face of his grandmother. This wasn't his usual training staff, mostly harmless but designed for extensive use. This was the family staff which only left the house on special occasions. He trusted its dark, polished wood, but not in his own hands. After a few tentative spins, he decided it was eerily easy to remember how he had used it last time in a spar and lost.

His own opponent was both younger and slightly shorter than he was, dark haired and using some sort of long spear weapon. It was similar in length to his own staff and, if he was honest with himself, the whole thing seemed premeditated; however, he believed the best of the Moreno family. He wouldn't doubt them.

"Hi," Zan said with an unusual amount of cheer. The boy named Girim glared back at him. Ooookay then.

As the fight started, he held back from initial instinct to rush and rush now. He was not nor would he ever be an aggressive fighter – not since his grandmother had trained him out of that particular bad habit. Going on the offensive was for blades and idiots, or idiots with blades. Clearly Carlisle didn't have the same problem, but the staff was a nobler weapon than some gauntlet monstrosity.

The distance between Zan and his opponent was made longer by the combinations of long-distance weaponry; however, he knew Girim would attack first. That's what spears were for!

Stand Still. Stay Silent.

Lennart Korhonen (WIP)

NAME: Lennart Korhonen
GENDER: Male
AGE: 22
NATIONALITY: Finnish
IMMUNITY: Yes
BIRTHPLACE: Mäntysaari, Finland

LANGUAGES: Finnish and a low-level of Norwegian

CLASS: Mage
SUBCLASS: Scout (in the military)

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PERSONALITY: Lennart is often described as gormless. He is not particularly bright or witty and rarely (if ever) understands more than the simplest forms of humour. When it comes to social interactions, he tends to talk nervously and swiftly in his own language as if not able to process that not everyone else speaks it. Even so, he is characterised by his infinite amount of courage and endless cheer even in the face of danger and adversity. This, in the past, has been taken advantage of. Lennart is gullible, believing in old wives tales and the craziest of superstitions as devoutly as he follows the path of a Finnish mage.

BACKGROUND:
-Born on a small island on Lake Saimaa only recently cleansed, Lennart was the oldest of the settlers' children. Deaf in one ear, he often had difficulties learning even his own language, if only because few people found the time from their busy routine of fishing and forestry to teach him. His own mother was illiterate as he is, a Norwegian who stayed on land only long enough to give birth to him before escaping to adventure and his father was a Finnish man who sought only peace and safety in Keuruu and didn't see fit to take his son with him.

- He quickly fell into a routine of practical work and training in trade skills his village could use (sewing, fishing, scouting, construction) and spent so much time alone that his ability to see spirits was not fully realised until he was twelve years old. By then, it had started to manifest as incomplete attempts at runo. It was determined that he would be sent to a neighbouring island to apprentice under a senior mage there; however, he had been there for only a month when his previous home was ravaged by the rash sickness as few were immune.

- The news led to Lennart throwing himself into meditation and training with hopes of becoming stronger, to guide them into the afterlife. At 17, he enlisted in the military despite his master's fervent belief that he was too soft and would immediately die just from setting foot off the islands. His lack of social skills and unhardened nature gained him few allies but with his sharp eyesight and abilities as a noita he was, at the very least, acknowledged as useful. His only friends were the Gods themselves.

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Avatar: The Uprising [McHaggis & Azel]

Made Suyin be a teenage girl and have a stupid crush lol.

Avatar: The Uprising [McHaggis & Azel]

Hmm, the speed's not so bad, Jun thought as his sort-of student transformed the earth into some sort of mudslide. It would throw off a Fire Nation soldier for sure, one who'd only been taught on metal floors and coastal sands. A guerilla fighting technique his uncle had taught him was, 'use the environment' and true enough, the kid did so, even if he had to manipulate it.

Still, the swordsman had fought earthbenders and firebenders and (on one, very drunken occasion) a waterbender before. He was no pushover, and he certainly wouldn't lose or worse draw his sword against the kid. A vein throbbed in his temple in irritation as he remembered that he had wanted the brat to come at him with the hammer, not his earthbending abilities.

Oh, well. He'd let it slide (literally). Jun sidestepped the muddy path and stuck a foot out.

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Suyin's eyes sparkled as she watched Falco. Whoa, that was impressive. Even she had stopped to listen to his command. General Zhang -- Daddy -- would approve, especially if his daughter did. The strong, silent type made her want to giggle like a thirteen year old. With a nod and a brief half-smile in the falconer's direction, she headed into the narrow tunnels barely big enough for one person.

A few seconds later, she stowed her bow behind her back to save room in the chokepoint, drawing her throwing knives instead. Caves were no place for arrows flying around. Sen and Lee followed her first, fighting in hushed tones for who got to guard Suyin's back directly, then the others moved in. At more than one point they had to step over a corpse left by the birds, but true enough there were no enemies left as they approached the rickety wooden doorway presumably leading to the lowest dungeons of the fortress.

She shuddered to think of what pirates could use it for as she pushed open the door into a quiet, too quiet stone room without any furniture or chains whatsoever. Suyin beckoned the others in after her.

The Underwood Society [McHaggis & Invader Len]

By the time there was a knock on the door, Ronan had fallen into a light doze, musty book from the 17th century resting over his face to protect his eyes from the thin grey light filtering in through the clouds then the window. He leapt up at once, ran a hand through his now unruly hair and, after a moment's hesitation, threw on a waistcoat over his newly rumpled shirt. That would be him now then – Harley Williams, hopefully alive. He'd already kept him waiting at the door for a few seconds longer than was polite; he may as well the pleasantries over with sooner so as to get onto the important topic, an induction the Underwood Society, as fast as possible.

When the door did eventually swing open, Ronan barely had a chance to be disappointed that it wasn't the man he was expecting before the woman started her introduction, let alone start his usual charming greeting for ladies. Much to his shock (and curiosity), she was Harley Williams. He had been certain the penmanship was male, the word choice so different than a dame's that he didn't even consider the possibility.

The woman had definitely played him, he thought with a small smile spreading across his face. He didn't even need to ask her some questions about her letters to ensure she was who she said she was – Ms. Williams did say that she was from Carlisle. "Ronan Findlay, at your service," he greeted once she'd finished, bowing slightly. "Where are my manners? In first, in first! I shouldn't leave a lady standing in the rain." He moved to the side so as to allow her room to enter. The doorway was narrow but the hallway inside even more so, a cabinet right by the door with an iron fire poker and various papers strewn across it. Better safe than sorry. "Apologies for the mess. I'm a bachelor."

Turning to pick up her luggage – heavy luggage – he led her past a grand staircase and left into the drawing room where the various books on unnatural weather patterns and the supernatural were still strewn about over the end tables and any flat surface available. "Somehow, I had fooled myself into thinking you were a mister. Can you believe it?" he said, chuckling at himself if nobody else would. "Feel free to make yourself at home – I'll take your suitcase to the guest room. God only knows what would spill on them if they were left in here." He waved a free arm at a mismatched red armchair purposefully placed next to a crystal bottle of amber liquid. "And get stuck into the liquor, if you feel the need," he continued with a sly grin.

It shouldn't take him that long to ascend three flights of stairs with the bag – maybe only five minutes? This is one of those times I could use some of that Fae strength, he thought mournfully.