lmao I'm probably the only person still subscribed to this old thing but, if you guys happen to pay attention to this thread ya'll should add me on discord bc I've only got fond memories of this rp. My Discord ID is Reap #0537
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Isis Ainmehrt
COM - RAV - SEN
Artist
Age:
22
Gender:
Male
Place of birth:
Palumpolum, Cocoon
Brand location:
Face; Spanning Diagonally over his left eye, nose, and cutting over his lips
Description:
Isis is a dark-olive toned, lithe man that stands at 6'2. He holds himself with the dignity of a trained soldier, shoulders squared, head back, and almost always having a hand resting on his weapon. Though usually clothed in bards gear for the sake of being overlooked as well as a simple white mask to hide his L'Cie and identity, Isis was formally quite proud of announcing his presence with his shock of white hair and unsettling pale grey eyes. Being the type that it's difficult to put on weight even if he attempted to, his body shows little outward definition despite his relative strength. He carries other masks on his hip to ironically switch out masks based on his emotions, displaying a certain awareness to how he presents himself
Backstory/Personality.
Isis comes from a family of performers. From a young age, he learned to enjoy the acrobatic prowess of his lineage as well as developing fundamental skills in rallying crowds by playing music or singing. As a boy, he was cocky and adored the spotlight to the point of becoming problematic in drawing attention away from others in his troupe. Despite their consistent harsh reprimands, Isis would shrug off their words as nagging and continued on as he pleased feeling bloated in stardom. He was just entering his teenage years when he'd stayed out late one night giving several encore performances for sailors on a ship that had returned to port; he remembers performing for them very fondly as the ship had ideal surfaces for showing off his acrobatic skills. He returned home to find it had been ransacked with only blood left in the wake of his parents or siblings.
The Guardian Corps that spoke to him in his dead-eyed state once he'd found help had been little help in finding whoever had done his family ill. After staying in one of their residences for a few days while his placement was sorted out, a stray officer happened to recognize him from his performances. Higher ups were spoken to, and despite his youth was approached by the PSICOM's for housing, and when he came of age, training. His acrobatics were sought after by them for their own purposes. Feeling that his parents had only died because he did not listen to their authority, Isis bent to their need of him.
His cocky nature was replaced with a quiet one that became easily flustered in the face of personal sacrifice. A sense of dread and anxiety overwhelms the tall former performing artist when confronted with making decisions. It made him the perfect candidate for the Recon division under the Special Ops of PSICOM. He had no issue killing those marked with L'Cie, or others he was ordered under. His panic became overwhelming seeing a mark dawn on his own face, of all places, surrounded by comrades that would take no guilt in seeing his undoing. Isis fled, quickly, quietly, out the boarding house in search of what his L'Cie displayed to him. Tension gnaws in the back of his mind.
Who would guide him now?
HP: 3 STR: 5 MAG: 4
Weapon:
Harpischakra
(Harp Chakrams)
Similar to hoops used in dancing and performances, dual large bladed rings that have the capability to be thrown for long-range attacks for slicing damage. Isis has personalized his chakrams by having them double as hand-held harps that he may play at his leisure or use in magic-based attacks.
Squad Role:
Reconnaissance... and Bard
Answer 1:
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Answer 2:
I like Sazh's personality from what I know of him. Anyone that carries a baby chocobo in his hair is instant-marriage quality.
This has space open for one more?
I would be interested in joining.
Hey everyone, sorry. I've been in and out of this rp a lot in the past and I'm sorry about that but, I'm going to have to set it down for good for personal reasons. Best of luck to you guys <3 This was really fun. -^^-
I'm afraid there's some things that have come up and my interest in continuing to participate has failed me, sorry guys :(
"Ah--don't, It's, Just, If you see anyone else from school around, if you could let me know...?"
Erika waved her hands at the red headed girl, a small laugh in her throat at her attempt to help as she could. She rubbed the back of her head, turning to look at the two boys in the small group that had gathered. Should she really be showing herself here, in front of these people, letting them know she's here? Well, at least she held her tongue about who she wanted to meet--that gave her a bit of comfort. She glanced at the boy in red too, smiling her greetings albeit a bit shyly. In the back of her mind, she wondered what Michael was doing right then. Of course, then the boy that smelled like garbage piped up. Preoccupied, she listened to what he had to say as she pulled up her phone and began punching out a message.
To:Chiyo Kuroke
From: Erika Mitsuki
Subject:
I need to meet you. Tonight.
Please.
The hairs on the back of her neck raised, the weight of the purse on her neck seemed to gradually increase. What if she didn't show up at all? What then? After the message had sent, her fingers nervously fiddled with her phone, huffing softly as she stared at nothing. Her attention slowly came back into focus at the end of the dark haired, pretty and gross-smelling boy's monologue.
Erika blinked over in his direction, her eyebrows slowly raising.
"You seem... familiar. Uh, Have we met before?"
The contacts in her eyes felt a bit grainy, causing her to squint. Maybe she should go back to her glasses, she'd accidentally kept her contacts in earlier when falling into Deep Ground with Michael. The red haired boy had spoken up, and she opened her mouth to respond to his inquiry as to whether or not he was intruding when the red haired girl assured him he was not.
@Lonewolf685 Rufus is my favorite character lmao bar none.
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@Caits How would Cassandra know that Erika would be looking out for one of the kings? Unless she's assuming Red King based on the news of her relationship to him?
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