RhineQueen

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Nyteshaed smirked and turned up from her unpacking, a hand cocked on her hip. This girl had a bit of an edge. It was a dull edge, but still, it was cute. She slowly sauntered up to her, biting her lip softly.
"That's a fair rule. But I've got one of my own." She looked Y dead in the eyes and stared intently, like she could hurt her if she wanted. "If you fuck me. I will fuck you." She let the moment hang tensely in the air before stepping back from her and returning to throwing her clothes into the drawer.
"Other than that, not a whole lot to say. I like my music loud, my drinks hard, my cars fast, and my women hot." She cast a sidelong glance to Y. "How about you? What's your story?"

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Nyteshaed raised her eyebrows as Y came out of the bathroom. She had cute, boyish features that got her going in all the right ways and damn if her legs weren't picture fucking perfect. Oh man. With a sweet little piece of ass like her kicking around, maybe this place won't be so bad. She thought. Maybe her taste in music was a bit soft, but she saw a Nirvana shirt so she couldn't be all bad.
"I'm Nyteshaed." She smiled, beginning to toss her own clothes into the dresser, much more haphazardly. "Nice to meet you, gorgeous." She smirked slyly, her tone thick with flirtation.

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Nytesaed kept her mouth shut through the old hag's speech, barely containing a laugh as she listed the banned items and thought to the half pack of cigarettes in her inner jacket pocket, the mickey of Jack in her bag, the bong and baggie of weed next to it and the switchblade,which was stolen, in her boot.
Good to know I'm off to a fucking stellar start. She thought. Not that she was ever planning on following any of the rules in the first place, but she still payed attention, just so she knew what she would be breaking. The old house smelled like mothballs and industrial sanitizer. It felt like a fusion between an old folks home and a mental asylum and it skeeved her the fuck out. There was no way she would be spending any more time than necessary inside here.
Thankfully the lecture was over fairly quickly and she stood and slung her old, grey duffel bag over her shoulder and made her way to her room. She looked around and saw the bags already in the room and judging by their obvious higher quality than hers, by the fact that they didn't have any duct tape holding them together, she guessed her roommate was pretty well off. I hope to shit she isn't some prissy little bitch. She thought, dropping her bag on the bed closest to the window. She looked out the window and was pleased to see there was a solid enough old oak within reach.
She looked over to the bathroom door and could hear the sounds of her roommate from the other side.

GIANT SPIRIT MECHA FIGHT FANTASY ROBOT PUNCH (Mecha and Magic RPG)

Name: Griselda Mór
Codename: TBD
Gender: Female
Age: 23

Appearance

6'4"

Personality: Guard by trade, fighter by birth. She is outgoing, brash, and loud, and almost excessively friendly. She can drink most grown men under the table and lives life impulsively and recklessly. She loves adrenaline and can often get herself in trouble seeking it out.
Biography: She grew up as the youngest of four, with three older brothers, her mother having being killed by the demons when she was ten. From then on she began training hard, which wasn't hard when her father was a village guard and her older brothers heading down the same path she was never at a loss for people to train with and very quickly developed an affinity for fighting, her size offering a great boon. She enlisted when the demons overran her village.
Military Division: KAD
Magic: Verbal
Spirit Name: Baldur
Spirit Appearance: Goat
Spirit Power: Berserker Mode: When activated it doubles the MECH's strength and speed and numbs her pain recpetors for about a minute. She is not invulnerable, she simply regesters pain less. Her claymore splits down the middle, becoming two single bladed swords. She can extend the duration of the Berserk Mode at great physical cost to herself.
Spirit Origin: Her mother made a deal with spirits to protect her and her brothers.
Mech: Muiredach
Extra: Never drinks clear liquor. Carries a bone pendant of a rising sun her father carved for her when she was born.

MUIREDACH
Classification: Hammer.

Appearance

(Berserker Mode bathes the MECH in a crimson aura)

Weapon

Upgrades: Originally a mech used in industrial smelting Muiredach has been modified with heavier armour plating
History: Her uncle, Roland owned a steel mill and for her twentieth birthday he gave her one of his older models that he was retiring, with a few modifications.

GIANT SPIRIT MECHA FIGHT FANTASY ROBOT PUNCH (Mecha and Magic RPG)

Oh god yes this looks so cool. I'm making a cs now. Keep a spot open for me.

Home of the Forgotten

Name- Nyteshaed (Actual name is Catherine Bloom, but she never tells anyone that)
Age- 16
Gender- Female ish. She doesn't really care.
Sexuality- About as gay as they come.
Appearance- She is a small, frail looking girl, and though she isn't very strong, she is agile. She's about 5'5" and isn't particularly curvy. She has softer rounded features that she tried to make appear more threatening with numerous piercings; her earlobes are stretched to a moderate size, her cartilage is pierced twice with rings and she has snakebites. Her hair is straight and black and goes just past her shoulder blades and has red tips. The only makeup she typically wears is heavy, winged eyeliner and black lipstick. She wears a lot of black and dark, muted colurs. Usually t-shirts with various bands on them, jeans, black leather jackets and heavy, military grade boots. She has a scar on her right bicep.
Personality- Brash, sarcastic and impersonal. She acts distant and aloof, but contrary to her assertions she doesn't "hate people", she just has a difficult time showing affection. She puts a lot of effort into maintaining an "emo" kind of persona, but is more just kind of an asshole. Despite being a self proclaimed "lone wolf" she often buts into other people's lives and generally stays with people.
Backstory- Her father was abusive and an alcoholic and her mother worked three jobs to keep the family afloat. After a particularly bad night with her father she was left with a broken wrist and severe bruising. After a hospital visit she was placed in protective custody with her senile great aunt who lived in the suburbs outside of Vegas. Waking up one day to find that her great aunt had died in her sleep, and having no other family she was sent to Dreamy Pines.
Interests- Music. Primarily punk, grunge and metal. She wants to learn to play guitar, but could never afford one. She likes physical activity, especially martial arts and gets antsy if she has to sit still for too long.
Dislikes- Faked happiness. Most folk and country music. Animatronic toys like Furbies. The suburbs. Shrinks.
Fears- Fog/mist. Anyone who has power over her.
Issues?- Has some serious trust issues. She won't form emotional bonds with anyone easily, and her trust in someone is easily broken. Often comes off really strong, being threatening or aggressively sexual in a subconscious attempt to assert dominance. Also smokes and drinks way more than is healthy for an adult, let alone a teenager. Almost never goes anywhere without her knife or some other weapon on her.

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Name- Nyteshaed (Actual name is Catherine Bloom, but she never tells anyone that)
Age- 16
Gender- Female ish. She doesn't really care.
Sexuality- About as gay as they come.
Appearance- She is a small, frail looking girl, and though she isn't very strong, she is agile. She's about 5'5" and isn't particularly curvy. She has softer rounded features that she tried to make appear more threatening with numerous piercings; her earlobes are stretched to a moderate size, her cartilage is pierced twice with rings and she has snakebites. Her hair is straight and black and goes just past her shoulder blades and has red tips. The only makeup she typically wears is heavy, winged eyeliner and black lipstick. She wears a lot of black and dark, muted colurs. Usually t-shirts with various bands on them, jeans, black leather jackets and heavy, military grade boots. She has a scar on her right bicep.
Personality- Brash, sarcastic and impersonal. She acts distant and aloof, but contrary to her assertions she doesn't "hate people", she just has a difficult time showing affection. She puts a lot of effort into maintaining an "emo" kind of persona, but is more just kind of an asshole. Despite being a self proclaimed "lone wolf" she often buts into other people's lives and generally stays with people.
Backstory- Her father was abusive and an alcoholic and her mother worked three jobs to keep the family afloat. After a particularly bad night with her father she was left with a broken wrist and severe bruising. After a hospital visit she was placed in protective custody with her senile great aunt who lived in the suburbs outside of Vegas. Waking up one day to find that her great aunt had died in her sleep, and having no other family she was sent to Dreamy Pines.
Interests- Music. Primarily punk, grunge and metal. She wants to learn to play guitar, but could never afford one. She likes physical activity, especially martial arts and gets antsy if she has to sit still for too long.
Dislikes- Faked happiness. Most folk and country music. Animatronic toys like Furbies. The suburbs. Shrinks.
Fears- Fog/mist. Anyone who has power over her.
Issues?- Has some serious trust issues. She won't form emotional bonds with anyone easily, and her trust in someone is easily broken. Often comes off really strong, being threatening or aggressively sexual in a subconscious attempt to assert dominance. Also smokes and drinks way more than is healthy for an adult, let alone a teenager. Almost never goes anywhere without her knife or some other weapon on her.

Home of the Forgotten

@Love Me Dead
Okay cool. I'll start on a cs then.

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@Love Me Dead
I'm interested in this, but is Dreamy Pines supposed to be a boarding school? Orphanage? Rehab center? Asylum? It doesn't say.

Crossover:multiverse

Appearance

Stands at 6'10", short for Shiousa.

Name: Moses Dell
Nickname/Alias: None
Age: 48 (Still a young adult for her species)
Gender: Female
Species/Physiology: Shiousha. A tall, thin, amphibious race from the planet Joor. Bipedal and humanoid, but her flesh is semi transparent magenta, showing her inner workings somewhat. She has human like proportions, but is thin and distended, her three fingered hands reaching nearly to her ankles. Her face appears like a fleshy mask and is largely blank, having large, glossy black eyes and a small mouth filled with small, needlelike teeth. On her head grows a mop of thin, five foot tendrils that curl and wriggle, independently of her control. She typically wears ornate, ancient looking robes.
Powers/skills/weapons(if any): She is very intelligent, her mind being several steps above many other races. She is also a powerful psychic, strong with telekinetics, telepathy, clairvoyance, retrocognition, astral projection, and can impose her will on lesser minds. She can also breath above and below water. She heals quicker than most races.
From: OC
Personality: She is friendly and inquisitive, though sometimes a bit awkward as cultural differences can get the better of her. She enjoys collecting little trinkets and learning about cultures. She is often very secretive about her own race's history, though is happy to talk about her personal expeditions.
Likes: Trinkets, knick knacks and doo dads, solar storms, and knowledge.
Dislikes: Liars and scammers, spicy food, government scientists.
Weakness(es): Her body is especially soft and adjusted for a specific climate. It is susceptible to drying out if the climate is too hot or dry. She is also physically weaker than most races and able to take less of a beating. If her head tendrils are lost or damaged, her psychic abilities are dulled in accordance. If she loses them all, she also loses her psychic abilities.