Morose

Haunted Isles

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Aislin Carter

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Aislin laughed, flickering in and out of space for a moment, before sitting cross legged on the couch. Her head fell forward as she giggled, and she wiped a tear from her eye. She held a knife in her hand, and as if to demonstrate the extent of her freaky powers, Aislin slit her wrists. Blood fell from them, yet it was if it had merely been a paper cut. The vertical slice should have killed the girl, and there she was, perfectly fine.

"I can't die, asshole," Aislin remarked. "I can't feel pain."

She raised an eyebrow at his offer, finding it to be incredibly corny. Her arm healed, the cut vanishing more and more as time went on, until only the blood on the floor offered any proof of it. Aislin has the abilities of a spirit--and a spirit, without true physical form, cannot be harmed with mortal methods. The same rules that applied to spirits applied to her. The only exception, of course, was that her heart still beats.

The door creaked open, and Aislin glanced over, before relaxing on the couch, pulling out her phone. Tia had come home, and Aislin contented herself with surfing through facebook, convinced that the insane spirit was just that--an insane spirit. If he tried to do anything to her house guest, she'd stop him. The images that he had shown her didn't frighten her. She knew that the world was filled with bad people, and she felt nothing but apathy about Tia. The images themselves were hardly even proof that Tia had committed those crimes, and she knew rather well that spirits can create illusions.

"Tia, there's a friend here to see you!" Aislin called out, switching her phone over to Tumblr.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

A sneak preview of my next two characters, since we all know mine don't live very long lol...

Jacen Sarbye

Mercurial Crypt

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Al Fishawi' over in Khan El-Kalili Bazar over in El Ataba El Khadra in E10

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It had been a decidedly pleasant stroll, walking from Garden City to El Ataba El Khadra. Others of her social class had been milling around, enjoying the afternoon heat, and commenting about how very strange and queer Egypt was. Had E.M. Forster been present, it would've done well amongst Where Angels Fear to Tread and his newest publication, A Passage to India. They were dreadful little novels, Nora detested them, but she had required something to pass the hours with. Multivariable calculus could only entertain a person for so long, of course.

Pausing at the corner, Nora sighed a bit as yet another vender called over towards her. She didn't care for advertising of any sort. If someone wanted something, then the sensible thing to do would leave them be to obtain it. If the product needs to be shouted about on the street corner, clearly it wasn't worth purchasing anyways. However, she had been raised as a gentlewoman, instructed in the best graces of England. "No thank you," Nora quipped, spotting a tiny place out of the way. She had been to Al Fishawi' on many on occasion, and the memories she had of the place were decidedly pleasant. The tea had been delightful at the shisha bar, and at the risk of falling in line with the English stereotype, Nora headed into the establishment.

It was cramped, but Nora managed to find a table to herself. Ordering herself some tea and a bit of food, Nora sat herself down, opening up her notebook once more. Out of the corner of her eye, she recognized a film actress, though she couldn't place the name. She'd likely viewed a film of hers at some point, or seen her around Garden City. It wasn't too unusual. Glancing down, Nora began to sketch and jot down notes on things of interest, transcribing her notes into code as she went. It was a novel distraction for her, enough to satisfy her as she awaited her tea and food.

Truthfully, she didn't mind sitting by herself. It was the way she preferred things, with the world leaving her alone to do what pleased her. Socializing didn't come naturally to Nora, a disappointment of her parents who had often attempted to set up one marriage or another.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea Gotcha. ^^ It should be up around 10:30 at the latest our time

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea Will get a post up after class this morning ^^

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Nallore

*starts the clock*

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

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Jaina Sarbye

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Location: Conference Room; The Vindicator

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Jaina listened to Kordath's instructions with glee, her feet swinging in her seat. At the very moment Jes had indicated for Jaina to sit next to her, she had practically jumped into the chair, more than disappointed that it didn't spin. Her clothing, a customized garment filled with colorful strips, always was so pretty when she spun. Sometimes, Jaina realized that she had great potential for a circus. She closed her eyes, imagining the wind rushing through her hair as she jumped from place to place, instead hearing Kordath enter. She didn't need to open her eyes to know it was him, it was part of her job, guessing the height and weight based off of the sound of mere steps.

Jaina's eyes opened wide at Jes' offer. Squealing eagerly, she almost tackled the Commodore with a hug, before freezing. She remembered, very distinctly, that imperial code didn't involve so much hugging. She twitched a bit, as a memory tried to push itself to the surface, and her breathing spread up slightly. Pulling at her hair, Jaina frantically thought of the funniest thing she could, something to regain her mirth.

"Why did the Sith cross the road?" Jaina finally squeaked. "...to get to the dark side!"

She threw her head back, giggling and laughing, almost painfully. By the time she wiped away the few tears caused by her joy, she saw Morgbra had come inside, sitting down at the table. "It's the cheerleader! Morg, did'ya know the doctor is....wait for it....dead?! Isn't that fucking fantastic news?!"

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Sutton Corandel

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Location: Main Hold; The Raven

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Sutton nodded at Luke's assertion about Tatooine. It wasn't the type of place for someone as respectable as the Senator, though even Sutton thought that with a grain of salt. She knew how politicians were. They were all the same in the end, and eventually, they'd be the next force they'd have to rebel against. Was it a cynical perspective? Extremely. She tried instead to focus on the mystery of the sands, of all of the enigmas and riddles that were deeper than the sands, even.

"You'll blend in quite well with the scum, Captain," Sutton teased, a bright grin on her face. That was how the pair of them met, after all. He'd gotten into a bar brawl, imperials had been present, and she saved his ass. Luke was likely the only person on the ship who knew about Sutton's past, about the secrets she kept for her mother's sake. "How long do we expect to be on Tatooine, sir?"

She knew that, in order to appear like nothing about this planet bothered her, she'd have to pull her usual shenanigans of getting leave to go off and explore with Matthew. Truthfully, though, Sutton didn't want to be on Tatooine a minute longer than she had to. "I have to say, Captain....I've got a bad feeling about this." She glanced around uneasily, her smile gone, unaware that she'd uttered those famous words, repeated so often throughout the galaxy.

Haunted Isles

@Gilgex No she can't hear them. She just is used to crazy ghosts so Merc is nothing :P

Haunted Isles

Aislin Carter

Aislin Carter

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"I hate people."

Flowers of Flesh and Blood - Nicole Dollanganger

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| Full Name |
Aislin Isobel Carter

| Nickname |
Ayze

| Alias |
Ghost

| Birth Date |
October 31st, 2008

| Age |
17

| Species |
Human

| Gender |
Female

| Sexuality |
Heterosexual

| Alignment |
Neutral Good

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| In-Depth Appearance |
Please give me at least one good paragraph about what's not pictured above. Stuff like tattoos, piercings and other things.

Give me another paragraph of what your character normally wears. Links to pictures for clothing are welcome.

| Abilities |
Abilities associated with ghosts, regeneration

| Limitations |
She cannot leave her home. Iron and salt will severely weaken her, causing her to abandon her physical form.

| Equipment |
what are your character's items and equipment? What do they carry on them? (Items, weapons, etc.)

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| Personality Traits |
List all of their psychological strengths and weaknesses. List what makes them human, among other things.

| Personality |
Give me at least two paragraphs of what your character's personality is like.

| Quirks |
List at least three.

| Hobbies |
List at least three.

| Likes |
List at least six.

| Dislikes |
List at least six.

| Fears |
List at least three.

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| Place Of Origin |
Where was your character born?
Where do they live now, before they were summoned?

| Family |
List their mother, father, siblings, if they have any. Feel free to add other relatives too. Did they have any powers as well?

| History |
Aislin had a fairly ordinary childhood, until she was killed at the age of seventeen. A home invader had come with a gun, wanting to kill her mother. Given that her parents were out of the house, the intruder settled for killing Aislin. In the resulting struggle, the intruder was incapacitated, and Aislin was shot in the temple. After a lengthy surgery at one of the best hospitals in England, Aislin was pronounced brain dead, and released into the custody of her parents.

Her parents brought her home, hooked up to life support. They lived in one of the most haunted homes in England, though none of them knew it at the time. Anyone who died inside its walls would be doomed to continue to walk the Earth, unable to leave except for on Halloween. And while Aislin's body was alive, her brain indeed was dead. She had died in the home. Her spirit had left her body, and when her living corpse was brought back home, Aislin merely...slipped back in.

Not alive yet not dead, not a spirit yet not human, Aislin doesn't even know that she is truly just a ghost possessing a corpse. Instead, she's enjoying the hero the national media called her, for the actions she took that fateful night. They even named the new dormitory after her at her mother's university. And as for not being able to leave the house? She's confined to bed rest most of the time, completing a strict physical therapy routine after her accident.

| Extra |
Is there anything else you wanna put down? Make sure you have read the rules! Those who haven't won't be accepted!

_{Face Claim: Taissa Farmiga}

Haunted Isles

Putting up a sort of filled in CS for Aislin, will fill it in as I get free moments :)