MissCapnCrunch

Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)

Will post today! Site was screwed up yesterday, so just catching up :)

Cʟᴀss Dɪsᴍɪssᴇᴅ

GOOD AFTERNOON!

Site was a bit messed up yesterday for a few people-
Extending character sheets into mid day today. If anyone would like to pick up the extra characters; it'd be appreciated!

Still going to make first IC post today though so feel free to catch up when you can. If no one grabs the remaining characters by then-
they will be made into NPCS by us. Used by everyone :) Thanks!

@Rockin Strings Transferring your character atm, please put in bin when you can- give me a few minutes- as it takes some time.

Logical Loser

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Edvvard Erikson

_{"Things here are strange compared to my homeland."}

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• Name:

Edvvard "Eddie" Erikson

• Age:

30

• Gender:

Male

• Sexuality:

Straight

• Role:

Logical Loser

• Extremely friendly. Very understanding. • Can hold a grudge, clumsy. Hates any mispronunciations of his name (hence the nickname). • Loves to make others laugh. Ninja-like reflexes when something is falling. • Easily angered by certain things. •

• Personality:

Eddie is usually the calm, cool, collected, logical thinker type that tries finding the easiest solution. When not joking around with others, he usually has his nose in a book of some sort.

• Hobbies & Interests:

Reading, building, drawing plans, basically anything that helps with his inventing.

• Likes & Dislikes:

Likes: Bacon, women, comedies, games, TV.
Dislikes: Bullies, criminals, superheroes, when people have their car speakers blaring loud enough you can hear them clearly from at least a block away.

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• Biography:

Eddie came to the class a bit later than the rest. With his strong accent, he was teased a lot. One day, however, while talking to a neighborhood girl, he began making her laugh with a mixture of his accent and selected jokes. He brought these to school and managed to turn a couple of his classmates into friends and get many of the rest to stop teasing him as much. Of course, there were still kids who called him Edward instead of Edvvard but there were always people like that. No matter how much he hated it, that would continue to be a fact. Once he graduated, he found his little neighborhood girl again, only to lose her to a traffic accident a few years later. He teetered on the edge of alcoholism but recognized what was going on before it consumed him. He never quit drinking but he did stop himself from becoming an alcoholic.

The day he got his invitation was a curious day. He had just gotten a promotion at his day job, computer repair man, and was getting ready for another great show at the local bar that night. While driving home, however, he came close to hitting a kid who was running across the highway, had nearly rear-ended a semi, had nearly merged into a motorcycle, it was just a horrible drive home, though better than his drive to work when he had nearly hit a deer, a raccoon, and a possum and had almost ran into a school bus.

The trip to the party was much better. Since he didn't move too far away it was a short hour's drive or so. It was a bit hard trying to find the house from memory but he eventually made it. He just wondered what everyone else was like.

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@Rockin Strings

Sounds like a deal!

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Thinking about starting this, THIS SUNDAY!
Please have all characters done by SATURDAY if possible= and if anyone wants a second character; can pick up other role~

SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

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_{Slipping off to Leo's office @CaptainSully}

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When Leo told Dustynn there was no food involved in this surprise, her first reaction was to pout, her bottom lip raising above her upper lip, looking like a lost puppy in a thunderstorm. His devious smile made Dusty catch on fast enough as she gave him a playful smack. "You're lucky I like you. No one comes between a woman and her food." she sipped her cocktail happily, the straw slipping from her lips haphazardly as the drinks definitely began to hit the petite woman.

Leo beckoned and Dusty followed along merrily, he could have led her to nearly anywhere and she would have followed along with the grin she had plastered on her face. When they reached the stairs, Dustynn used her free hand to steady herself as they climbed. Looking back down towards the dance floor, it was clear that tonight was very crowded and popular. Another person belted their heart out. She thought for only a moment how she wish she would have been working tonight, knowing she would have gotten plenty of tips- but she wouldn't trade any cash amount in the world for the evening she was having.

Reaching Leo's office, Dustynn raised her eyebrows her mouth parting slightly. Had this been a ploy to fire her all along? She shook off the initial worry and gave a gentle smile to Steve. He was her complete opposite in size and the two got along fairly well at work when they were scheduled together. The large man raised an eyebrow at her and she put out her pointer finger to poke his stomach. "Shutup STEVE." she hissed, her tongue sticking out playfully before the two went in, the door closing softly behind them.

The smell of a delicious roast filled Dusty's nostrils as it lingered in Leo's office. If it tasted nearly as good as it smelled, it would make an absolutely wonderful dinner. Slipping off her shoes once more, tired of the horrid invention of heels; she let herself be slightly embraced by Leo. She set her full drink on the coffee table next to the sofa bed. His size, towering over her but in no way daunting. His voice explained how he had planned this out for hours, debating what food to have, and whether or not it was good enough for her.

"So what do you think? Do you want to give it a go?"

His voice lingered for a moment before Dustynn threw her arms around his midsection, embracing him tightly. She pressed her face into him, her dark eyes closed tight as she desperately tried to hold back tears. Buying her breakfast, her mother breakfast- that was kind. This however, was above generous; something the woman had experienced in life but, nothing like what Leo offered so easily. She stayed in his arms a slight bit longer before looking up at him, her eyes slightly glossed over and wet. She hoped he would think it was just the alcohol. She hoped that he would just think she was really excited about the food. "I would really like that." she said, a bit on the quiet side as she looked towards where she assumed the roast had been cooking. "Do you need any help? Where are your plates, I'll make yours!" she said with a little more excitement, her bare feet anxiously moving around.

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@Rockin Strings

Let me know if you get a chance, if not i'll plug in the info to the sheet for ya!

Cʟᴀss Dɪsᴍɪssᴇᴅ

It's not looking the best guys :| BUT, i'll hold my tongue still yet.
We probably could start with out some of the characters, it just kind of ruins some of the plotting.
Maybe we could do some doubling if need be, i'll think about it. For now, everyone's characters have been great so far!

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@Cleverbird

I'd allow it! Though I'd like to have everyone preferably.
Gonna give it til the end of the day for sure.

@Inkarnate@Scallop

Roles still left for you both!

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@Ejected

Always a pleasure to have you :) Character looks good, and I hope we can find you a husband soon LOL

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@Rockin Strings

Looking good! Yeah, just gotta fix that one error and then I'll send you the completed version :)

Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)

Queen Skullsplatter

Tᴏʀᴄ ᴛʜᴇ Oʀᴄ

Gʀᴇᴇɴ. Qᴜᴇᴇɴ. Pᴀᴄɪꜰɪsᴛ Wᴀʀ Mᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ.

Pʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ

ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Torc Skullsplatter: When an Orc is born they are given a name that is fitting for the delivery process of their birth. There surname is either brought upon by their father's accomplishments or that of their very own feats. When Torc's mother was in labor, the baby girl twisted inside the birth canal several times, ripping her severely. It was beautiful. Torque: A twisting force that tends to cause rotation. Torc's parent's were not very educated so the spelling of her name was not much of concern. It was just good enough so that others got the idea across that even before she could carry her first sword or axe that the little queen was causing wonderful destruction.

ᴀɢᴇ
Sixteen.

ʀᴀᴄᴇ
Orc.

ғᴇᴀʀs
Bringing shame to her family name. Magic users.

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ
Currently she is sixteen and behind her peers in the child bearing department, by now she should have at least two children. It wasn't that Torc wasn't able to bare children or that she wasn't a sought after suitor. Standing at six foot two and weighing over two-hundred and fifteen pounds she was a catch and a half. Her red hair was disheveled, dreaded and unkempt and her eyes were a fierce and piercing yellow. She just wasn't amused with a lot of the tactics of other Orcs or most Greens for that matter.

ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ
Definitely not.

ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ
War Axe.

sᴋɪʟʟs
Destruction. Strategist. Craftswoman. Miniature Enthusiast.

ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

The Skullsplatter clan were a rough and tough group of Orcs. Warriors in every aspect of the word for generations and generations. They were called to arms to aide many groups and fought bravely and rarely loss a battle. By the time Torc was born, the land was quite different than her ancestors had grown up in. They trained for wars that did not happen, they taught their children to kill people that they were now intermingling with, and they stuck to traditions no how outdated they seemed. Torc was raised as any Orc child would be, but she had different interests.

During her training as a small child she would spend more time looking at the figurines that littered the war table rather than listening to different plans of attack if it were to come down to it. Big clumsy hands were not great for carving small miniatures, she would press too hard in some places and either carve out too much or break it in half completely. This hobby was something practiced in the privates of her own room, as her parents were not too happy about the idea. They wanted a warrior bearing, axe wielding, aggressive war lord. They received one, on the outside- Torc played the role well, but she didn't enjoy it. She went through the steps she needed to take to get by the tests and trials but her heart was set other places. Torc enjoyed the creative and small things in life, she enjoyed the color that blood made a fresh white linen but didn't enjoy the process it took to get it that way.

Turning sixteen in Orc culture was a huge day for a woman, she was not considered prime and ready for child bearing and considered a queen. Not in the political sense but in the way that Orc men treated their women with a lot of respect. Not your typical way that you would perceive respect; the men thought women were weaker and quite useless compared to their male counterpart but they were respected for giving life to their strongest and most respected leaders. Torc was no exception, she carried on her father's surname with pride and turned down men left and right. She wanted someone who respected her for her inner beauty not how fast she could splatter a skull between her thighs. This has caused some tension in her family, her mother and father have been quite vocal about what she needed to do with her life how to go about it, unless she wanted to be clanless- a fate worse than death in the Orc community. Torc would ignore most of these things, her hopeless romantic heart and her desire to break from tradition lingering every day that comes her way.

When the land turned on it's head Torc had been trained for such a fight, but she never expected she would be grouped with other children to do it. Having to turn against her own blood in both mental and physical battle. She knew that this motley crew would be all that she had in the face of the evil that was present as well as what lurked ahead.