Rain Spider : Felicia
Jira smiled at her through his mask. Felicia.... what a gorgeous name. And a bad ass last name to compliment it too.
"Felicia Si?
I look forward
To adventurin' with ya
Mon'Ami~"
He made a show of blowing her a kiss through his mask before chuckling, not taking mind to how distracted she was.
"I
Am
The Rain Spider
Much
Like
The Field's Strider.
Don't know me?
Well I wish ya' did.
See Ladies Flock
And they want my kid.
But ain't no player,
I'm just fly!
I'm Jira Hinj,
In disguise."
At that last note he pulled down his mask just enough to waggle his eyebrows at Felicia before replacing it on his face.
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Current look and haircut~<3
A Flamboyant and Stylish Mini-Boss has Appeared!
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Name:
Fedrya Dis'ltrat
Concept:
An Extremely Feminine Archer
Role:
Hero
Age:
18
Sex and Orientation:
Male
Straight
Appearance:
Personality:
Fedrya is girly, enjoying being surrounded by flowers, ribbons, butterflies, everything girlish is his cup of tea. He isn't one to scream what he adores to the public, and is rather quiet about what he enjoys most. His hobby does not determine his orientation, merely what he feels most comfortable wearing. Many times people have mistaken Fedrya as a woman and have attempted to court him only to be met with a short sword at their throats. He doesn't tolerate crudeness towards women and in fact despises it. In battle he is fierce, his eyes on the prize at every corner; seldom letting anything get into his way. Unless met in such circumstance, Fedrya is a gentle soul that loves listening to the stories of others and offering help when necessary.
Background:
Fedrya grew up in a home with his mother and five sisters in a small village outside of one of the main cities. Being the only boy (as his father spent much time out adventuring) and he youngest, he was often tossed hand-me-downs from his older sisters. Not that he minded. In fact, he rather enjoyed the attention when he came out of the house in a girls dress, having the neighbors mistake him as a cute little girl. At a young age when he'd been asked to fetch some items from the major city they lived near, Fedrya stumbled across a shooting range where knights were taking practice. He waited till they were finished before taking up a bow and arrow and trying it for himself. He didn't do well, as all beginners don't, and began to get discouraged. That's when one of the knights, whom had returned to pick up the bow that he left behind, came up and offered to Fedrya a crash course.
Since then, Fedrya has been trained by the knight, being taken up as an unofficial squire. This continued, Fedrya practicing this skill as well as basic short-hand melee well into his late teens and forming a bond with the knight who trained him. Luckily even after puberty, his voice remained soft and gentle, very feminine despite his age. He had become a good enough warrior(ess) to hunt for the village and pull the occasional bounty to pull in more cash for his family. All was well... until the day he received a letter from his now deceased father.
Skills:
Excellent: Archery, Evasion/Mild Acrobatics, Stealth, Dress-making, Flower arranging
Good: Melee w/ Short sword, Hunting, Haggling, Knitting, Singing
Poor: Cooking, Two-hand sword wielding, Berserking
Equipment:
-Armor as seen above
-Pack full of easy-to-cook-food
-Twin Short swords
-A few changes of clothes
-Herbs ground into medicine
Parent:
Hevious von Dis'ltrat
Enchanted Archer
Hevious was a Hero. Thus, he was supremely busy. He often had time to come home to his wife, as proof of the total of six children, but was unable to return home after the birth of his only son. He was cursed by a witch that he would be unable to go home to his loved ones, and should he ever attempt to return, he would be inadvertently killing them all with the power of the curse. He was able to stay in contact with his wife through letters, but for the most part Hevious died alone, succumbing to heartache and giving up in the middle of a heated battle with an old rival of his.
Inheritance:
Enchanted Bow - A bow that takes the arrows put against it and can set them aflame at will
Enchanted Quiver - A never ending quiver of Arrows
Notes: His favorite thing to do alone is to dance and pretend to sing when no one is looking. (Or when he thinks no one is looking)
huzaaahh.... *le tired of waiting*
Aeonumbra said
Actually I originally changed it so Spartan's character could fight during the outbreak. I'm not accommodating the newbies, I'm making them accommodate me. In your character's bio it says she was born within the walls of refuge, just change that part to being born in the underground mall (since that part technically wasn't built?Somebody is going have to change, In hindsight it was a bad mistake I made. I'm just going back to the original dates because I feel it will be the easier to work around.
Ah, my mistake then. Thank you for explaining this to me :3
(x2) Post ex Machina
Well hold on, why try to accommodate the newbies? Shouldn't they just be following the rules and timeline already set? That's like if you have a row full of people you ask EVERYONE to move down a seat instead of just having the person closest to the end just move to the open spot at the end of the row or something... :/ I don't think I need to change anything on my CS in accordance to this do I....?
Honestly you're just all the more unique if you don't have one, but perhaps 'Skinner' would be a fitting nickname.
"Chipmunk" is Lauren's scout name. Her dad is "(Big) Lizard" and there's a handful of npc scouts working in Scouts Inc. with the names like "Mink," "Ferret," and "Cat." Adorable climbing code names for their customers. You know, its kinda like going to the strip club and asking for 'Taffy' or something lol
"Chipmunk" is Lauren's scout name. Her dad is "(Big) Lizard" and there's a handful of npc scouts working in Scouts Inc. with the names like "Mink," "Ferret," and "Cat." Adorable climbing code names for their customers. You know, its kinda like going to the strip club and asking for 'Taffy' or something lol
the 'river of drool' part of my post is based on a true story. It's only happened to me once but it was the grossest thing ever. It's nice to be able to laugh at yourself though ^^ I also used to own said owl plushie.
...This just in: it's actually a penguin.
<.< I always thought it was an owl...
...This just in: it's actually a penguin.
<.< I always thought it was an owl...
On the fifth floor down from the surface in the mall, tucked away in a triangular shaped, corner store that was once an optometrists parlor, sat a crudely drawn sign reading 'Clinic.' The words, hastily painted black onto the back of a mardi gras banner so many years ago, barely hid the formation of the words 'Sunset Eyes' that were in three dimensional proposals on top of the age-old store. Just off to the left hand side of the maw that was the entrance was a chalkboard sign, sitting upright near the wall with its standalone triangular shape. The words in a flitted font, painted on and thus irremovable, said 'Harpers Cafe.' Though instead of lunch specials written in chalk on the board, it proclaimed in flamboyant colors; "and Scouts Inc. Walk-ins Welcome."
Years ago when the outbreak first started, Doctors flocked in and used this small station as their own. It took a long time until they were able to make their way down to the bottom floors where the majority of them reside today, as waiting on soldiers to make sure the bottom-most floors were safe were naturally a priority. Today it only housed one and her family. Yoko Faust, a Japanese-American doctor found her life on the bottom floors miserable, surrounded by coworkers she couldn't stand while her husband swung around like a damn primate, exploring the mall up in the eves. She found to enjoy her space now, and her location was more useful to those without dire injuries that simply needed checking up or stupid questions asked. It may seem harsh to state it as such, but Yoko has lost count of how many times she's been asked to check a rash that panicked the individual and left her shaking her head.
Not much has changed since her moving in with her husband. The soft, sunset hues of the walls of the interior of the clinic always seemed soothing, and with paint so expensive anyways there was never a reason to change it. The white desks that were once used for customers to look at their new glasses with have been moved to the front where a secretary took your name and had you sit on the mismatched chairs of varying color and comfort aligned around the room. Shelves that once only displayed glasses or held posters of too happy models putting contacts in have been replaced with cabinets of the less precious materials such as cotton swabs or medical equipment. To the back, there is a hall leading to stairs that are blocked off from the public, where three doors line the halls. The first door leads to a room where a chair with the typical optical gear lies, and the counter beside it holding a sink and various medical equipment that comes standard in a clinic. The other two rooms are merely a bathroom and a medicine closet, where the more precious medical liquids and pills are stored. This door is reinforced by several locks that not even Yoko's husband can get into.
The stairs in the back lead to a surprisingly spacious second floor. Originally, it did not exist. Nor did the stairs. Thanks to a family friend that was a carpenter back in the day, they managed to turn the attic of the optometrist shop into a living quarters after they found they were going to have a child. The attic has been secured with extra walls, fresh paint, floors trustworthy enough to walk barefoot on, and even a few windows facing out towards the open mall. It's not huge, but it's cozy, like a cottage in the woods. The layout supplied a half decent kitchen, complete with a trash chute, storage closet, and sink. Yoko often told her husband, Benjamin, of how she missed being able to actually cook, something she enjoyed when it was still an option. The second floor/Attic also supplied an office area from which Benjamin and his daughter often worked, and two bedrooms that lay next to each other at the end of the hall side by side.
Within one of these bedrooms, was the ever so charming Lauren, the daughter of Yoko and Benjamin Faust.
Lauren slept on her futon with her sheets tangled up around her body, twisted in such a manner that her hips lay flat but her shoulders were turned to the side. Her small mouth lay stretched open atop her arm, where a river of drool had begun forming new pathways down the length of her pale arm. Her snores were small, but were boyish none the less. A small stuffed owl plushie which looked irritated in ever sense of the word was tucked under the arm opposite the one which had a river of drool wide enough to let Lewis and Clark sail on. She slept soundly, but not beautifully, away. Dreaming of running through trees and falling from great heights not in fear, but in exhilaration.
A dark figure approached her in her sleep, threatening and ominous. Actually it was just her dad, grinning evilly as he raised his hands over her body the grip her tightly. He barely could stifle his giggles as he moved in for the 'kill.'
Years ago when the outbreak first started, Doctors flocked in and used this small station as their own. It took a long time until they were able to make their way down to the bottom floors where the majority of them reside today, as waiting on soldiers to make sure the bottom-most floors were safe were naturally a priority. Today it only housed one and her family. Yoko Faust, a Japanese-American doctor found her life on the bottom floors miserable, surrounded by coworkers she couldn't stand while her husband swung around like a damn primate, exploring the mall up in the eves. She found to enjoy her space now, and her location was more useful to those without dire injuries that simply needed checking up or stupid questions asked. It may seem harsh to state it as such, but Yoko has lost count of how many times she's been asked to check a rash that panicked the individual and left her shaking her head.
Not much has changed since her moving in with her husband. The soft, sunset hues of the walls of the interior of the clinic always seemed soothing, and with paint so expensive anyways there was never a reason to change it. The white desks that were once used for customers to look at their new glasses with have been moved to the front where a secretary took your name and had you sit on the mismatched chairs of varying color and comfort aligned around the room. Shelves that once only displayed glasses or held posters of too happy models putting contacts in have been replaced with cabinets of the less precious materials such as cotton swabs or medical equipment. To the back, there is a hall leading to stairs that are blocked off from the public, where three doors line the halls. The first door leads to a room where a chair with the typical optical gear lies, and the counter beside it holding a sink and various medical equipment that comes standard in a clinic. The other two rooms are merely a bathroom and a medicine closet, where the more precious medical liquids and pills are stored. This door is reinforced by several locks that not even Yoko's husband can get into.
The stairs in the back lead to a surprisingly spacious second floor. Originally, it did not exist. Nor did the stairs. Thanks to a family friend that was a carpenter back in the day, they managed to turn the attic of the optometrist shop into a living quarters after they found they were going to have a child. The attic has been secured with extra walls, fresh paint, floors trustworthy enough to walk barefoot on, and even a few windows facing out towards the open mall. It's not huge, but it's cozy, like a cottage in the woods. The layout supplied a half decent kitchen, complete with a trash chute, storage closet, and sink. Yoko often told her husband, Benjamin, of how she missed being able to actually cook, something she enjoyed when it was still an option. The second floor/Attic also supplied an office area from which Benjamin and his daughter often worked, and two bedrooms that lay next to each other at the end of the hall side by side.
Within one of these bedrooms, was the ever so charming Lauren, the daughter of Yoko and Benjamin Faust.
Lauren slept on her futon with her sheets tangled up around her body, twisted in such a manner that her hips lay flat but her shoulders were turned to the side. Her small mouth lay stretched open atop her arm, where a river of drool had begun forming new pathways down the length of her pale arm. Her snores were small, but were boyish none the less. A small stuffed owl plushie which looked irritated in ever sense of the word was tucked under the arm opposite the one which had a river of drool wide enough to let Lewis and Clark sail on. She slept soundly, but not beautifully, away. Dreaming of running through trees and falling from great heights not in fear, but in exhilaration.
A dark figure approached her in her sleep, threatening and ominous. Actually it was just her dad, grinning evilly as he raised his hands over her body the grip her tightly. He barely could stifle his giggles as he moved in for the 'kill.'
Leviathan said
Its in The Refuge hider my dear. ^^
Oh. *blushes at my sillyness* Thank you ^^;;;;
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