Obscene Symphony

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Character Sheet

Basic Information

Name
⚠️ What do we call you, mate?

Age
⚠️ Fifteen - Fifty.

Gender
⚠️ You do you.

Ethnicity
⚠️ Where you or your parents are originally from.

Nationality
⚠️ Where you have citizenship.
⚠️ People from all around the world are allowed a constant stay at Nox, if they are taken in, where strings are pulled.

Species
⚠️ You can go nuts here, but as a rule of thumb, avoid things that are too fantastical.
⚠️ I do not want to see dragons, cosmic horrors, or something from a level 40 page of a DnD monster manual.

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Detailed Information

Appearance
⚠️ What do you look like?

Personality
⚠️ Open your heart.

Notable Relations
⚠️ Who in your life means a lot to you?

Everyday Skills
⚠️ What are you good at, which doesn't involve shooting people?

Biography
⚠️ You don't need to go overboard.
⚠️ This is mainly here for you to have an idea of where your character comes from.

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Combat

Fighting Style
⚠️ How do you prefer to kick ass?

Strengths
⚠️ Where do you shine in battle?

Weaknesses
⚠️ What flanks would you rather keep covered?

Equipment
⚠️ Nox offers a myriad of different weapons for use in combat.

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Power/Magic Abilities

Strengths
⚠️ What does your gift do?

Weaknesses/Limitations
⚠️ I want actual weaknesses, that are detrimental for your character, no excuses to make the sheet look balanced.
⚠️ I want a weakness for every strength.

Extra

⚠️ Got anything else you'd like us to know?

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Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

we back bitch

Of Blood and Magic

_{@Achronum @Hero @Scribe of Thoth}

It turned out that Aaron’s premonitions were right, not a particularly comforting thought as Varis lead the group toward the tattoo shop across the street. There was a brief flash of hope when Varis stopped to scrutinize the storefront that maybe they had come to the wrong place, but those hopes were dashed when the vampire turned on him, snatching his chin and tilting his head around. Despite having already lost count of how many times Varis had felt the need to grab him by the face, Aaron had to consciously remind himself not to pull away; the last thing he needed was another slight, especially with Varis irritable. He’d managed to get this far into the night without earning extra lines, but the Count seemed to be losing his patience. So Aaron carefully - if rigidly - complied, keeping his eyes respectfully averted as Varis examined him.

“Considering your medical files are incomplete, a fact that will be brought to the royal family’s attention, is there anything else you want to tell me about before we continue?” Varis demanded, though he wasted no time waiting for an answer before turning his attention to Eris.

“Can you believe the Royal family somehow managed to overlook this? I found it preparing him for dinner last night. Apparently, he wasn’t worth the effort of a thorough exam.”

Aaron’s stomach twisted as Eris leaned in for a look at his scar, the intensity of the vampire’s gaze still unnerving even without the open leering from before. Varis’ words stung, of course, as did the airing of his personal business to Eris, Max and anyone else on the street who happened to hear, but all of it paled in comparison to the thought of Varis bringing the matter of his scar to the royal family. The consequences of them finding out were what drove him to bury it in the first place, though time and time again he’d wondered if it would have been better to just doctor the story rather than hide it altogether…

"I'm shocked they didn't take care of that. Pretty sure I know a good plastic surgeon that can help with it." Aaron was brought out of his thoughts when Eris spoke, gesturing to his scar. "Not that time is a luxury, but I suppose it being covered was satisfactory for his old masters."

As daunting as Eris’ suggestion was, Aaron was grateful for it, if only because it pulled him out of his head. If his service to Varis was going to play out how it had thus far, he couldn’t just go sinking into his thoughts every time something disturbing came up. Besides, he’d been asked a question.

He waited until the vampires finished talking to deliver his reply. “No, Master, there’s nothing.”

Of Blood and Magic

_{Disembarking @Achronum @Hero @Scribe of Thoth}

"That's the... magic fight one, right? Never watched it. Sounds like a waste of time."

Aaron shrugged. “To each their own, I suppose.” He had a sneaking suspicion that Max considered a lot of things a waste of time, prompting him to wonder what the other mage did for a hobby. Maybe he practiced his disinterested scowl in the mirror; it was really quite impressive. 

Suppressing a smirk at the thought, Aaron stood and followed as the bus came to a halt and the vampires disembarked, helped considerably by Max’s aisle blocking and a few glares from Varis that could probably curdle milk. As the few who tried to linger around their group dispersed and the bus pulled away, Aaron was able to get a look around at the town, though he found himself wondering if this was all of it. He knew the town near the Academy was small, but he hadn’t been expecting it to be quite so miniscule; good grief, the whole thing could easily fit inside one of the castle’s ballrooms. It reminded him of the quaint little towns that Dora and Clara’s romantic comedies usually took place in, but he’d always thought those were just small because the films had low budgets. 

Still, what there was of the town was charming: people wandering about, no traffic, all nestled nicely in the woods. A building labeled “General Store”, sat right next to the bus stop, though from this angle Aaron couldn’t see the buildings beyond it. A small cloud of bats, maybe four or five in total, flew low past their heads as he looked around, weaving between each other sociably. As they passed, the bat bringing up the rear of the group dipped particularly low and circled back, looping around the group on the ground and hovering for a moment nearby. When Aaron gave the bat a smile and a polite dip of the head it seemed to remember itself, rushing to catch up with its group and chattering loudly. 

Aaron watched them go with an amused grin before a burst of colour across the street caught his eye. The artwork on the front of the shop in question was so busy that it took a moment for Aaron to find the sign, advertising tattoos and piercings. The sight dropped a stone in his stomach once again, and he tore his eyes away in favour of scrutinizing the alchemist’s shop next door. He had a more-than-sneaking suspicion that the tattoo shop was their destination, but he could at least pretend it wasn’t for a few minutes longer.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Big, big plans!

[Monster Cafe]

Whoops, I'm an idiot, please ignore, sorry!

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Hider

NAME
Mitchell Garmen

AGE
24

SPECIES
Snake-type Encantado

GENDER
Male

APPEARANCE
Mitchell stands a hulking 6'7, though with a relatively lithe build, he manages not to look threatening. His slitted eyes are accompanied by a pair of long, hollow fangs and a forked tongue, all giving away his inhuman nature. His skin is ashen grey and decorated all over by a faint floral pattern, passable for a subtle tattoo. This is, however, a natural marking, much more vibrant in his snake form.

Snake Form

This form is roughly sixteen feet long (about the size of an average king cobra). He does retain his green eyes in this form, but otherwise, he is quite fancy.

He tends to dress comfortably, with jeans and hoodies making pretty frequent appearances. He likes to clean up with a dark dress shirt when he can, but he doesn't get the chance very often.

OCCUPATION
Mitchell is new in town and unemployed. Anybody hiring?

HOW
How did you come to know about Foxbridge?

PERSONALITY
How do you act?

SMALL BIO
How did you end up in Foxbridge? What keeps you there? DO you have any goals?

TRIVIA
Optional, just in case you have anything you want the others to know?

Of Blood and Magic

_{@Achronum @Hero @Scribe of Thoth mentioning @Jade Blades}

“The turned is in Treaty Law as well. I paired him with the boy. She may not have said it but if anything happens to him and it affects his Sire, my Lady will be… displeased.”

Aaron clued a little more into the conversation in front of him when he was mentioned, and while he was momentarily disgusted (good grief, was he really starting to answer to boy? His mother would have a heart attack) he was glad he did; apparently one of the members of his Treaty Law group was worth paying attention to. He hadn’t caught the name, but there had been only one on his group list he hadn’t recognized, something he’d written off as an unpronounceable jumble of letters under the surname “Nailo.” Considering Lady Sinnenodel’s well-known love and patronage of the arts, it wasn’t difficult to put the pieces together. Aaron had never been one to follow the personal affairs of celebrities outside the aristocracy, but it would probably serve him well to pay a little more attention going forward. He wasn’t sure how much trouble one could get into in a study group, but Aaron made a mental note to keep an eye on the Nailo boy all the same; it wasn’t exactly an order, nor was it even aimed at him, but Varis’ tone made it pretty clear to Aaron that things wouldn’t go over well if anything happened to the embraced on his watch.

"Whatcha doing?"

Aaron had decidedly not been expecting Max to speak up again, especially not with such an unassuming question. Apparently Max couldn’t quite decide between silent brooding and polite conversation, but Aaron wouldn’t discourage the latter. “Oh, just checking race results. It’s been a really good season so far,” he explained. Tugging on his ear, he couldn’t help a little joke. “Certainly would be nice if the winnings were real!”

There was a brief pause while Aaron stowed the bus tablet back into the armrest of his seat, though it was mostly just to give himself something to do. Max was difficult to talk to, although it sounded like he had at least a little interest in what Aaron had been doing, so after a second he decided to roll with it. “Do you follow anything? Like races or fights?” he asked, “You might not see magical combat in your future, but I bet you’d enjoy the TCL.” The words were already out of his mouth before Aaron had the chance to wonder if human communities even knew about the TCL, or magical contests in any capacity for that matter.

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