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Verena Pariseau

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P E R S O N A L ◄

_{✦ N A M E}

Verena Pariseau

_{✦ T I T L E S}

The Guardian | Human Shield |

_{✦ A G E}

17

_{✦ G E N D E R}

Female

_{✦ D A T E O F B I R T H}

January 7^th

_{✦ H O B B I E S}

Horseback riding | Hunting | Learning about the history of places | Rough-housing |

_{✦ H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

6'1" (186 cm) | 185 lbs

_{✦ P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Boisterous, if not a bit tone deaf, and outgoing, Verena is definitely a people person through and through. She enjoys the company of others greatly and hates to be alone or to be unincluded. Touchy-feely, she's not one to hesitate giving hugs or wrap an arm around someone's shoulder or link arms with another, she's actually quite unapologetic in that matter. Perhaps overwhelming to some, she doesn't exactly realize when she's being too much, either that or she doesn't care.

Curious by nature, Verena has a love for exploring new things, sometimes considered foolish for her naivety. Also easily impressed, she doesn't have trouble gaining respect to those around her which can lead her to blindly follow some without question. Because of this, she's seen as gullible and perhaps even a door mat, but she sees herself as fiercely loyal and would protect those she's close with to the end. Although swayed with ease, once she has her mind set on something, she can be as stubborn as a bull. Verena has very determined mindset and will go to great lengths to achieve a goal. Practical and optimistic, she is a "glass half full" type. She likes to imagine the best outcomes but also knows that there is work to be done to get to that point.

_{✦ H I S T O R Y}

The youngest child out of four, she being the only girl, Verena always knew what she wanted to be from a young age. She was never very interested in studying or learning complicated magic but instead being on the front lines being face-to-face with "evil" as she put it. Growing up in a small, well kept family of mages, the young warrior had to learn a lot from herself since techniques weren't her family's strong suit and she was never super adept to learning magic as most of it would go in one ear and out the other. Self-taught, her parents were always baffled at where this came from since none of her family members were close to being fighters.

But because none of them were fighters, Verena had a sense of duty to protect them although she was the youngest but it never bothered her. She was quick to stand up for them and would easily get provoked if someone were to say the wrong thing. Even though she could be a little much, her brothers were appreciative of her actions and would sometimes even help her with her fighting skills even as they had no clue as to what they were doing. Though a misfit (and proud), she and her family were very close nit. They all looked out for each other.

When it came to magic, that was definitely not her specialty. She had difficulty concentrating on the words and the feeling, never really grasping the concept of it all which made her a bit irritated with herself. She tried very hard to be good enough, wanting to be like her brothers, but it just never came to her. She couldn't learn the spells that her siblings did, only managing to keep a few. The ones she was actually interested in. When learning the sword, she didn't want to be held down by the weight of a shield, so her eldest brother taught her a few spells that he knew of. The only spells she was easily able to pick up, she took them and ran with it. Already a great swordfighter, she took pride in being able to show others what she could do. Her family quickly noticed her desire to help others, protecting them like she did to her siblings, not starting things but finishing them.

Deciding to enroll her into Avalice, Verena was certainly excited to be able to train with others like herself, and perhaps even make it into the infamous Miracle Seven. Being put in class C only made her more determined to prove herself, not only wanting herself to graduate but to help her classmates do so as well. Wide eyed and curious, she soaked everything in, quickly adapting to the pace and the feeling of the place. Now a few years later, she has been able to strengthen her skills and still staying in contact with her family, writing letters to them regularly. Now that graduation is quickly approaching, Verena is more fired up that ever to make sure that her vision becomes a reality.

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C O M B A T ◄

_{✦ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Might

_{✦ M A N A C O L O R}

Lavender

_{✦ M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C}

The strange calmness of standing in the eye of a raging storm

_{✦ E Q U I P M E N T}

Golem: A long, curve edged sword crafted by her brothers before she left for Avalice. She carries it with great pride.

_{✦ M A G I C}

Protection magic

_{✦ S P E L L S}

✤ Great Barrier: One of her most used spells, this spell creates an invisible shield in the shape of a dome in front of her that she can control at will. The size varies depending on the number of opponents. Either for defending herself or knocking enemies back, it doesn't take much mana so she is able to use it multiple times during battle.

✤ Mirrored Shield: If in peril or last resort, Verena can use an aggressor's attack against them. This spell sends an attack back to it's castor, sometimes but not always increasing its attack power. So it potentially makes the spell more dangerous than when it came. Taking up a lot of mana, she rarely uses it unless completely necessary.

✤ Unbreakable: An excellent shield against close range attacks, the young warrior is able to toughen her skin to make it nearly impenetrable. This lasts until it wears off, which is after a couple of blows. Although requiring a cool down period, it's a pretty easy spell so it acts as a physical shield would.

_{✦ T E C H N I Q U E}

✤ Boulder: Using her blade to carry momentum, she swings her sword low to the ground before pivoting and then she proceeds to use the other leg to kick at her opponent to momentarily stun them and push them back.

✤ The Feign: Pretending to be caught off guard, she lets down her defenses to allow an opponent to rush in. She then tackles and uses her Unbreakable spell so that the attacker does very little damage in order to try to escape. Unable to, she now has her opponent pinned.

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► P A R A M E T E R S ◄

✦ M A N A | 3 / 5
✦ C H A N N E L I N G | 3 / 5
✦ M A G I C | 1 / 5
✦ T E C H N I Q U E | 4 / 5
✦ S T R E N G T H | 5 / 5
✦ S P E E D | 2 / 5
✦ B O D Y | 4 / 5
✦ I N T E L L E C T | 2 / 5

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🌺Those Who Exist🌺

Verena Pariseau

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P E R S O N A L ◄

_{✦ N A M E}

Verena Pariseau

_{✦ T I T L E S}

The Guardian | Human Shield |

_{✦ A G E}

17

_{✦ G E N D E R}

Female

_{✦ D A T E O F B I R T H}

January 7^th

_{✦ H O B B I E S}

Horseback riding | Hunting | Learning about the history of places | Rough-housing |

_{✦ H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

6'1" (186 cm) | 185 lbs

_{✦ P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Boisterous, if not a bit tone deaf, and outgoing, Verena is definitely a people person through and through. She enjoys the company of others greatly and hates to be alone or to be unincluded. Touchy-feely, she's not one to hesitate giving hugs or wrap an arm around someone's shoulder or link arms with another, she's actually quite unapologetic in that matter. Perhaps overwhelming to some, she doesn't exactly realize when she's being too much, either that or she doesn't care.

Curious by nature, Verena has a love for exploring new things, sometimes considered foolish for her naivety. Also easily impressed, she doesn't have trouble gaining respect to those around her which can lead her to blindly follow some without question. Because of this, she's seen as gullible and perhaps even a door mat, but she sees herself as fiercely loyal and would protect those she's close with to the end. Although swayed with ease, once she has her mind set on something, she can be as stubborn as a bull. Verena has very determined mindset and will go to great lengths to achieve a goal. Practical and optimistic, she is a "glass half full" type. She likes to imagine the best outcomes but also knows that there is work to be done to get to that point.

_{✦ H I S T O R Y}

The youngest child out of four, she being the only girl, Verena always knew what she wanted to be from a young age. She was never very interested in studying or learning complicated magic but instead being on the front lines being face-to-face with "evil" as she put it. Growing up in a small, well kept family of mages, the young warrior had to learn a lot from herself since techniques weren't her family's strong suit and she was never super adept to learning magic as most of it would go in one ear and out the other. Self-taught, her parents were always baffled at where this came from since none of her family members were close to being fighters.

But because none of them were fighters, Verena had a sense of duty to protect them although she was the youngest but it never bothered her. She was quick to stand up for them and would easily get provoked if someone were to say the wrong thing. Even though she could be a little much, her brothers were appreciative of her actions and would sometimes even help her with her fighting skills even as they had no clue as to what they were doing. Though a misfit (and proud), she and her family were very close nit. They all looked out for each other.

When it came to magic, that was definitely not her specialty. She had difficulty concentrating on the words and the feeling, never really grasping the concept of it all which made her a bit irritated with herself. She tried very hard to be good enough, wanting to be like her brothers, but it just never came to her. She couldn't learn the spells that her siblings did, only managing to keep a few. The ones she was actually interested in. When learning the sword, she didn't want to be held down by the weight of a shield, so her eldest brother taught her a few spells that he knew of. The only spells she was easily able to pick up, she took them and ran with it. Already a great swordfighter, she took pride in being able to show others what she could do. Her family quickly noticed her desire to help others, protecting them like she did to her siblings, not starting things but finishing them.

Deciding to enroll her into Avalice, Verena was certainly excited to be able to train with others like herself, and perhaps even make it into the infamous Miracle Seven. Being put in class C only made her more determined to prove herself, not only wanting herself to graduate but to help her classmates do so as well. Wide eyed and curious, she soaked everything in, quickly adapting to the pace and the feeling of the place. Now a few years later, she has been able to strengthen her skills and still staying in contact with her family, writing letters to them regularly. Now that graduation is quickly approaching, Verena is more fired up that ever to make sure that her vision becomes a reality.

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C O M B A T ◄

_{✦ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Might

_{✦ M A N A C O L O R}

Lavender

_{✦ M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C}

The strange calmness of standing in the eye of a raging storm

_{✦ E Q U I P M E N T}

Golem: A long, curve edged sword crafted by her brothers before she left for Avalice. She carries it with great pride.

_{✦ M A G I C}

Protection magic

_{✦ S P E L L S}

✤ Great Barrier: One of her most used spells, this spell creates an invisible shield in the shape of a dome in front of her that she can control at will. The size varies depending on the number of opponents. Either for defending herself or knocking enemies back, it doesn't take much mana so she is able to use it multiple times during battle.

✤ Mirrored Shield: If in peril or last resort, Verena can use an aggressor's attack against them. This spell sends an attack back to it's castor, sometimes but not always increasing its attack power. So it potentially makes the spell more dangerous than when it came. Taking up a lot of mana, she rarely uses it unless completely necessary.

✤ Unbreakable: An excellent shield against close range attacks, the young warrior is able to toughen her skin to make it nearly impenetrable. This lasts until it wears off, which is after a couple of blows. Although requiring a cool down period, it's a pretty easy spell so it acts as a physical shield would.

_{✦ T E C H N I Q U E}

✤ Boulder: Using her blade to carry momentum, she swings her sword low to the ground before pivoting and then she proceeds to use the other leg to kick at her opponent to momentarily stun them and push them back.

✤ The Feign: Pretending to be caught off guard, she lets down her defenses to allow an opponent to rush in. She then tackles and uses her Unbreakable spell so that the attacker does very little damage in order to try to escape. Unable to, she now has her opponent pinned.

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► P A R A M E T E R S ◄

✦ M A N A | 3 / 5
✦ C H A N N E L I N G | 3 / 5
✦ M A G I C | 1 / 5
✦ T E C H N I Q U E | 4 / 5
✦ S T R E N G T H | 5 / 5
✦ S P E E D | 2 / 5
✦ B O D Y | 4 / 5
✦ I N T E L L E C T | 2 / 5

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World Beyond the Lexicon

@Blu aaa, sorry I havent been able to make a form yet, ive been trying to keep up with the chat but i havent had the time to actually make a char yet :(

World Beyond the Lexicon ~Legends Aren’t Born, They’re Made!~

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THE WALKING DEAD - Our Broken World (A Zombie Apocalypse RP) [OOC is now up and in the first post]

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🌺Those Who Exist🌺

Mercy Vale

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_{"Sorry but...I don't ever recall giving a damn. No hard feelings, love."}

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NAME: Mercy Vale
AGE: 22
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Lesbian
OCCUPATION: Musician

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PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: Definitely given the height gene of the family, Mercy stands at 6'1, her lanky build only making her seem taller. She stands with her shoulders back and head lowered, her green eyes often hard to read. Nicely tanned from the Australian sun and covered in freckles from head to toe, she doesn't bother to actually wear too much makeup, although she wishes she could cover her freckles. She dislikes them very much. Her hair; long, curly, and red, is often pulled into a messy bun as she doesn't really care what it looks like. On the occasion it is down, the ginger curls fall down to her shoulder blades. Though she doesn't have any tattoos, she possesses a few piercings, including a nose ring and multiple studs in her ear.

PERSONALITY: Introverted, blunt, playful, calm, realistic and down to earth, romantic, perceptive
LIKES: Traveling, the stars, smoking, playing the guitar and singing, reading newspapers, big dogs, museums, hot weather, snarkiness
DISLIKES: Rain, cats, large crowds, her freckles, being told what to do, cleaning, children, commitment

BIO:
Born in Australia to a higher middle-class family, Mercy believed she had it all. Two amazing parents and two messy but endearing younger twin brothers, she loved where she was at. But of course, everything had to change.

Especially close to her dad when she was a child, she and him were basically two peas in a pod. Wherever he went, Mercy was always tagging along, whether that be to the grocery store or to the bathroom (Which he would always get onto her for), she was there. He basically taught her everything she knew, the most memorable was the acoustic guitar, an instrument she fell in love with the moment she noticed someone playing it. He taught her how to drive a stick shift when she was 11 (Though she never really got the hang of it), and how to best catch and kill snakes. Overall, whenever she needed help or just wanted to talk, she would go to him.

But then when she was 12, he lost his job. An incident that severely damaged him and drove him to pick up drinking again, a bad habit he had developed during his earlier years. This made her parents' relationship crumble, something she's always been pissed about and she's never been the same. In her darkest moments, Mercy believes it was somehow her fault, but deep down she knows there's nothing she could have done about it.

The divorce was quick, but for Mercy, it seemed like a decade. Especially since no matter how she pleaded with her dad to stop, he said there was no way it wouldn't happen, which baffled her. She'd always known him to be a problem solver, but here he was, giving up everything over a couple pieces of paper. She realizes now that it wasn't that simple, but she still gets angry about it. Not only that, but what really got her was the aftermath. Once the divorce was filed and her parents said their goodbyes, he disappeared. She tried desperately to get him to answer her voicemails and texts, but it was futile after awhile. She'd given up hope on ever hearing from him again.

Two years later, her family moved to the U.S, which she assumed that her mom just wanted a fresh start somewhere new. Mercy attended her last three years at a public school before she left home, an aspiring musician, using her loss to drive her forward. She moved from place to place, performing to small crowds and picking up a couple odd jobs here and there to pay for bills and gas. Ending up in Santa Clara was just a coincidence, she didn't really plan to stay there, or anywhere else, really. Mercy just follows the stars, and this time the stars brought her here.

Extra: 3D905A

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IDLY | Cam & Mia |

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🌺Those Who Exist🌺

Camille Zhuang

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Meadow Ridge Institute

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_{Interactions > @KZOMBI3 Rin Ikarashi}

Late, late, late!

Were the only words running through Pia's mind as the small junior raced to get to school, her tired and very much distressed legs pushing the pedals of her bike to go faster. She'd managed to push the 'snooze' button one too many times, claiming a new record at six, before actually realizing she'd set it for a reason. That being said, Pia had no time to do anything, not even her extra ten-minute power nap, which happened to be her favorite part of the morning. She hadn't even had time to get dressed properly! Her outfit was on, and that was that.

Deeply saddened by the chain of events happening (though she had managed to grab her tub of muffins she'd stress baked the night before), and her thoughts elsewhere, Pia hadn't realized she was quickly accelerating until the pedals of her baby blue bike were moving faster than she could keep up. Blinking a few times, she thought, hiiiiilllllll!!, as everything around her started to blur. The trees turned into green blobs and the road and buildings into gray ones; her mind couldn't keep up with the chaos. Everything was happening fast. Too fast.

Anyone with any sense would have slowed down instead of going full speed down a steep hill, but unfortunately for Pia, sense wasn't on her side. Usually. Instead of trying to catch onto the pedals that looked like spinny death machines, she placed her feet down onto the concrete in hopes of trying to maintain some control (screaming the entire time). At this time, her front tire wanted to go crazy. It began wobbling left and right as Pia tried her best to control it and stop herself, panicking the rest of the way down. Continuing to wobble, she skidded to a stop at least 3 meters later, the smell of burning rubber in her nose. Whether that be from her shoes or tires, she didn't want to know.

Taking a shaky breath, she leaned against the front of her bike, more distressed than before. "...I almost died…," she said to herself softly. Repeating the sentence again, she straightened herself, a bit dazed, and continued on her way.

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Finally making it to school, Pia tumbled into a bike rack, simply throwing a chain over it, not bothering to lock it. Grabbing the rest of her stuff from the basket that sat on the front of it, the small girl sprinted inside deeply hoping she hadn't missed the opening ceremony. But as she arrived to the auditorium, her shoulders dropped seeing as it was already over. She sighed, watching as most people were already leaving to sign up for club activities.

"Aw man, not again," Pia stated, running her hands through her short and not to mention very messy hair. Right now, she was more than a bit frazzled: Her hair was a mess; her outfit was unironed, the front buttons not even together; her tie was thrown loosely around her neck, and one sock was pulled all the way up which could not be said for the other. She was a complete disaster and she knew it.

Trying her best to fix herself up, which was extremely hard with one hand, Pia moved around, not exactly paying attention to her surroundings. She was looking for Photography or at least the Newspaper club, but she couldn't seem to find any. After what seemed like forever, she turned in a circle, looking for anyone who might know where it was at. Her eyes landing on a tall guy with reddish-purple hair who seemed to be looking around too. She sadly shuffled up to him.

"Hi, do you happen to know where photography or the newspaper booth is?" She asked meekly, giving off a small smile and scratching the back of her neck in embarrassment. "I promise I'm not like, new or anything, just lost, _{very lost}, and...oh! Would you like a muffin?" Pia asked, her train of thought jumping tracks. Holding out the tub, she said, "I made them myself! _{I also need to get rid of them, I made too many}."

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

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Straying to the edge of the group, the black haired woman took mental note of her surroundings. She noticed the way the tree limbs shook in the wind; the way the smaller ones moved completely with it. The way the crisp air burnt her lungs if she took too deep a breath, or they way the leaves crunched sadly under the weight of footsteps from the others. She enjoyed studying the little things around her since she wasn't particularly all that good with people, a trait she always had especially growing up. But as more people began to show up, it had gotten harder to concentrate, so instead she turned her attention to the newcomers.

There were a few she actually recognized as they approached. One of them, the photographer, had written about her work in a non-critical way, which she was appreciative of. Of course, she didn't really know him, but he certainly seemed like he'd be someone to start a conversation with. She couldn't place his name though, no matter how much she searched for it.

Although a very brief encounter, she remembered the name of the second person: Suspiria. A name like that couldn't be forgotten. Astraea recognized her from the woman in the library; she had struck up a conversation with the younger woman as they had just happened to be in the same area. She had to say, she was definitely...surprised to see her here. It was a short meeting, but Astraea didn't think she was the type of person to be caught up in all of this, but then again, there were many interesting people here. The most notable being Jaden and Amanda, along with the girl with the trail mix.

Still keeping to the edge, Astraea gave Archie a curt nod to him as she passed through the old church doors. She hadn't missed the small smile he'd given her as they made eye contact, both examining the group of people around them. She had respected him in that moment, not a lot of people she knew were observers. Taking inventory. Watching. Listening. He seemed to be familiar with many others here, which was more she could say for herself.

As she passed through, her hands folded in front of her, the woman noticed how actually run down the building was. Any wood left was wasting away, rotted and moldy as Ivy vines crept up around the seats and climbed the walls as if reaching for something. She could hear the crunching of glass beneath her feet, a sound she didn't particularly enjoy, so she stopped moving before too long. A large portion of the roof had caved in, which Astraea took in as hazardous. She couldn't trust that this place couldn't invert at any moment in time. Oh, how right she was.

She began to subconsciously draw a small pattern on the back of her hand: The Eye of Horus. A small protection symbol known in the Pagan community. She didn't enjoy all of the unpredictable factors is this situation and it made her nervous.

Before she could pitch in her plan on maybe staying outdoors, a small, sort of meek woman piped up, addressing them. The brunette gave an explanation as to everything that was going on, seeming a bit frantic. The line will you trust me rang in her ears like a bad song. She had too many questions and not enough answers. Astraea frowned, visibly displeased as her mind raced, she couldn't help but be skeptical. The text, the worn down building, it all seemed...set up. But in the back of her mind, she knew it wasn't, and it irritatingly nagged at her. She needed to know more. She needed to know both sides to the story. She needed to know...who this witch was.

Shaking her head, Astraea straightened herself up, confident in her answer, but continued to trace and retrace the symbol on her hand. "I can't," she responded cooly. "There are simply too many unknowns, I hope you understand-."

A loud banging sounded at the door before making its way to the top. Startled, Astraea moved back just as the roof collapsed, and unfortunately sending a large dust cloud in every direction. Her vision obscured, she covered her nose and mouth with her hand as she pressed herself up against one of the walls of the church, letting out a few coughs. There was growling, a lot of it, but she couldn't see not a damn thing. Moving along the wall, Astraea was reaching out for the door. They needed to get out of there.

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