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Every day I believe that people can't get any dumber then Trump has a press conference
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Women aren't mysterious, men are often dense
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"We commit the sins again And our sons and daughters pay"
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Good point life but to make a correction----- When Life gives you Lemons... Grab a fat one an squirt it in Life's Eyes
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They when life gives you lemons... grab one of the fat ones an squirt it in lie's eyes
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Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
While all the regulars and those who’ve just dropped into try to nurse their drinks and think of some new way out of the problems they face into the bar steps a beautiful Playbeing who quickly finds a place to sit even asking for one of the cups of what passes as beer.
Her hair is like translucent silver silk, her eyes a rich violet color, and her ears pinched into elven points so commonly desired of the exotic conversions; she is a work of art. And it is all that she is that makes her as out of place in the Sammie as an orchid on a scrap heap.
Why would such a costly woman be doing here is the most logical conclusion any present should ask themselves before they study how they may benefit from her presence.
She is a creature of rare value whose cost might soar as high as 12 million perhaps even 20 and as a Playbeing she has no more rights than the offense against her owner and if she’s her in the Downs likely a runaway as rare a chance as that might be; perhaps there is a finder’s fee?
Name:Lez’Varfin Species:Twi’Lek Age:26 Appearance:Lez is a Gold Skinned Twi’Lek who stands 1.9 m (6’3”) her Lek tattooed with a pattern of Silver stripes. Her right arm is tattooed with elaborate tribal patterns which pleased her former master. On either side of her belly are Tattoos declaring her to be a Fighting slave, a gladiator; on her right thigh a cartouche of ownership bearing her master’s seal. On her left breast and cheek are symbols of luck and for those either lucky or unlucky enough it is said she has others beneath her clothing. Faction:Believers Equipment: Skills: Dex Melee Combat / Parry specialising in Vibroblades Brawling / Parry trained in the brutal style of the arenas Blaster pistols Dodge Dancing Knowledge Streetwise Survival Willpower Mechanical N/A Perception Persusaion Sneak Strength Brawling Stamina Technical N/A Weaknesses: As a former slave Lez has very little knowledge outside of what was drilled into her as a fighting slave which at times can make her seem an ignorant being fresh from a stone age culture. Her ability to read and write are limited to what you might expect of a grade schooler as is her math skills and technical knowledge beyond the use and upkeep of her weapons.
Trained as a Fighting Slave she is brutal in combat showing and giving no quarter and killing it seems with all the emotional detachment of a Hunter Killer and as controlled if under the command of her elders in the Believers.
Special Abilities: Because of her brain tentacles, called "brain-tails," "lekku," "tchun-tchin," or "head-tails" Lez’s advanced organs can be used for communication and cognitive functions. These make her naturally quick and cunning, and able to excel in both physical and cognitive skills, able to perform feats of dexterity that significantly surpass other species’ capabilities.
History:Her earliest memories were of her Master who initially treated the young Twi’Lek better than other slaves feeding and educating her in the sciences of combat as opposed to the normal lessons other Twi’Lek females. She was encouraged to dominate the other slave children on her Master’s ship and punished if she allowed herself to be so dominated; this was all part of Ven Novos plan to create a Beautiful Killer.
As a child she was safe from the advances of the male fighting slaves but as soon as she was judged sufficiently developed to begin the next phase of her training her body became the prise any of the male fighting slave might have if they could defeat her in combat. Such brutal treatment would have broken any other slave’s spirit but her Master’s initial training saw to it that all it really did was make for a more clever killer. She was not allowed to simply surrender and beaten once the victor had her as they wished if she didn’t fight to her full potential; this was all a part of her Master’s cruel training regimen. Within 2 years she was able to defeat half of the males in her Masters stables and by the time 4 years had past able to defeat any but his two Champions and then thrust into the staged combats the Hut enjoyed watching and making huge bets on.
For another 4 years till she was 20 years old she fought and killed and was also expected to serve anyone her Master demanded she serve which was a mistake on Ven Novos’s part for his previous training had taught her that submission to a weaker person was something she must fight against; the seed had been planted.
Then one day while being tended by a physician slave she heard two nearby serving slaves gossiping about the Rebellion and it caused her to wonder if a slave could ever be truly free; nurturing the seed of desire.
It was four years later that she was taken by Ven Novos aboard a starship alone just the two of them and he felt her so well trained that he feared not being alone with her for he’d done so many times before using her as a guard while he slept. Then he made the mistake of desiring her and trying to take her to his bed and she resisted finding her was a weakling who’s only power had been her constant domination and the others he surrounded himself with. She might have allowed him to live if not for his whimpering and begging for his life which disgusted her and made her pent up rage after being forced so many years to do his bidding for fear of his power that vanished like the fog in the light of day.
No fool she knew the penalty for her act of rebellion and ran as far and as fast as she was able and might have been caught were it not for the Believer’s finding her and showing her the way to safety. They taught her how wrong her life had been and how the Masters and those who supported them were as weak as her former master and she asked to join them in their struggle.
Soon she was using her beauty to gain access to targets posing as a dancing slave and waiting for the inevitable nature of the cruel beings that used other beings as toys which could be neglected and discarded a will with no care for their feelings to seek to use her body. She needed no weapons to kill and proved quite good at it becoming a much used infiltrator into the minor houses then later those greater and more cruel. She was labeled an assassin and she scoffed at the thought for assassins were driven by money and she was driven by her desires and were she not directed by those with cooler heads might have for a brief time become a mad killer of the Masters.
Lez enjoyed hearing them beg, seeing them plead and offer her their vast wealth for something they valued and had taken from others ignoring their pleas. Many she killed using her powerful legs to strangle the life from them and most of them willingly placed themselves at disadvantage to make it too easy. As the Believer’s killer she learned her craft quickly and coupled with her natural cunning began racking up a tally that matched those of some of the best bounty hunters.
So good was she at her art that her handlers began to worry she might eventually turn on them till it was discovered that she couldn’t kill a slave or former slave so long as they didn’t hold a weapon against her. She was in fact kind to them even admitting feelings of guilt for the deaths she had caused when her throat bore a collar and did as she was told.
So now a free woman Lez seeks to express her freedom by setting others free and waits for the day when she may cease being a killer and perhaps finally find true peace.
Still trying to figure out the history of Lez and would love any suggestions
Name:Lez’Varfin Species:Twi’Lek Age:26 Appearance:Lez is a Gold Skinned Twi’Lek who stands 1.9 m (6’3”) her Lek tattooed with a pattern of Silver stripes. Her right arm is tattooed with elaborate tribal patterns which pleased her former master. On either side of her belly are Tattoos declaring her to be a Fighting slave, a gladiator; on her right thigh a cartouche of ownership bearing her master’s seal. On her left breast and cheek are symbols of luck and for those either lucky or unlucky enough it is said she has others beneath her clothing. Faction:Believers Equipment: Skills: Dex Melee Combat / Parry specialising in Vibroblades Brawling / Parry trained in the brutal style of the arenas Blaster pistols Dodge Dancing Knowledge Streetwise Survival Willpower Mechanical N/A Perception Persusaion Sneak Strength Brawling Stamina Technical N/A Weaknesses: As a former slave Lez has very little knowledge outside of what was drilled into her as a fighting slave which at times can make her seem an ignorant being fresh from a stone age culture. Her ability to read and write are limited to what you might expect of a grade schooler as is her math skills and technical knowledge beyond the use and upkeep of her weapons.
Trained as a Fighting Slave she is brutal in combat showing and giving no quarter and killing it seems with all the emotional detachment of a Hunter Killer and as controlled if under the command of her elders in the Believers.
Special Abilities: Because of her brain tentacles, called "brain-tails," "lekku," "tchun-tchin," or "head-tails" Lez’s advanced organs can be used for communication and cognitive functions. These make her naturally quick and cunning, and able to excel in both physical and cognitive skills, able to perform feats of dexterity that significantly surpass other species’ capabilities.
History:Her earliest memories were of her Master who initially treated the young Twi’Lek better than other slaves feeding and educating her in the sciences of combat as opposed to the normal lessons other Twi’Lek females. She was encouraged to dominate the other slave children on her Master’s ship and punished if she allowed herself to be so dominated; this was all part of Ven Novos plan to create a Beautiful Killer.
As a child she was safe from the advances of the male fighting slaves but as soon as she was judged sufficiently developed to begin the next phase of her training her body became the prise any of the male fighting slave might have if they could defeat her in combat. Such brutal treatment would have broken any other slave’s spirit but her Master’s initial training saw to it that all it really did was make for a more clever killer. She was not allowed to simply surrender and beaten once the victor had her as they wished if she didn’t fight to her full potential; this was all a part of her Master’s cruel training regimen. Within 2 years she was able to defeat half of the males in her Masters stables and by the time 4 years had past able to defeat any but his two Champions and then thrust into the staged combats the Hut enjoyed watching and making huge bets on.
For another 4 years till she was 20 years old she fought and killed and was also expected to serve anyone her Master demanded she serve which was a mistake on Ven Novos’s part for his previous training had taught her that submission to a weaker person was something she must fight against; the seed had been planted.
Then one day while being tended by a physician slave she heard two nearby serving slaves gossiping about the Rebellion and it caused her to wonder if a slave could ever be truly free; nurturing the seed of desire.
It was four years later that she was taken by Ven Novos aboard a starship alone just the two of them and he felt her so well trained that he feared not being alone with her for he’d done so many times before using her as a guard while he slept. Then he made the mistake of desiring her and trying to take her to his bed and she resisted finding her was a weakling who’s only power had been her constant domination and the others he surrounded himself with. She might have allowed him to live if not for his whimpering and begging for his life which disgusted her and made her pent up rage after being forced so many years to do his bidding for fear of his power that vanished like the fog in the light of day.
No fool she knew the penalty for her act of rebellion and ran as far and as fast as she was able and might have been caught were it not for the Believer’s finding her and showing her the way to safety. They taught her how wrong her life had been and how the Masters and those who supported them were as weak as her former master and she asked to join them in their struggle.
Soon she was using her beauty to gain access to targets posing as a dancing slave and waiting for the inevitable nature of the cruel beings that used other beings as toys which could be neglected and discarded a will with no care for their feelings to seek to use her body. She needed no weapons to kill and proved quite good at it becoming a much used infiltrator into the minor houses then later those greater and more cruel. She was labeled an assassin and she scoffed at the thought for assassins were driven by money and she was driven by her desires and were she not directed by those with cooler heads might have for a brief time become a mad killer of the Masters.
Lez enjoyed hearing them beg, seeing them plead and offer her their vast wealth for something they valued and had taken from others ignoring their pleas. Many she killed using her powerful legs to strangle the life from them and most of them willingly placed themselves at disadvantage to make it too easy. As the Believer’s killer she learned her craft quickly and coupled with her natural cunning began racking up a tally that matched those of some of the best bounty hunters.
So good was she at her art that her handlers began to worry she might eventually turn on them till it was discovered that she couldn’t kill a slave or former slave so long as they didn’t hold a weapon against her. She was in fact kind to them even admitting feelings of guilt for the deaths she had caused when her throat bore a collar and did as she was told.
So now a free woman Lez seeks to express her freedom by setting others free and waits for the day when she may cease being a killer and perhaps finally find true peace.
Personality: Kwan lost her parents at age 6 and was taken in by the government and placed in the Alternative Care Facility Iwate Prefecture and adapted quickly to her new life making her an Institutional Person more at home in an organized bureaucracy than what many might see as a normal environment.
As part of her indoctrination in the institute Kwan learned to enjoy being another cog in the machine sublimating her needs for those of the group. Taught by her former teachers and guardians that excuses were useless she accepts responsibility for her actions without complaint. Another trained response is to accept cheerfully any task assigned to her and finish no matter the personal cost in physical or mental exertion.
Aware that her stature is abnormal for a woman Kwan operates as the female most useful for heavy work even enjoying the feeling of accomplishment.
She enjoys cooking and will volunteer for kitchen duty to have the chance to practice her craft even making the government supplied food taste better.
History: Orphaned at 6 Kwan became a ward of the state and doomed because of her genetic nationality and age to be in the bland care that made up the faceless children. From their ranks many a troublemaker come and there are those like Kwan who thrive in the environment.
She didn't have many friends at the Iwato Alternate care facility she called home because many thought her a pawn of authority. Never a Suckup to authority but also never a thorn so long as authority also played within the rules Kawn is pragmatic about life and understands there are times when her own ego doesn't count in the common thought. She sees society as a function of consensus, she enjoys order and predictability so long as she is given dignity.
Experiencing a growth spurt at 10 and continued at breakneck pace to an additional 30 centimeters by age 13 her clothes were always too small. (Kwan is still growing having gained 12 centimeters from age 17 to her present age of 19
Institutionalized in her thought and general environment Kwan was smoothly inducted and trained as a Marine, one of her instructors commented "She must have been an easy birth because she was an easy Marine"
Her Deployments are about as average as a Marine's get standing out for no notable success or failure she is a Bland study of statistics...a Grunt.
Her only claim of any fame is as a female Judo practitioner but she's never joined in on any sort of competition gaining her rep on the unit training mats.
All in all Kwan's Biography could be used as punishment or a cure for insomnia but who knows what her future holds.
Extra: Kwan feels as if she has been shirking her duties in her last deployments and hopes to find a release for a pent-up energy that she has discovered every time she has chased the sound of guns
Nationality: British / Manx from the Isle of Man Her Passport
Appearance: Abby has to wear clothing more suitable for a girl half her age or have them special made which often gives her the appearance of a lollie. She is very petite weighing only 6 stone (#85) with eyes so blue many believe they are contacts. Her hair drops to below her shoulder blades and is a silky Honey blonde with red highlights at her temples and even her figure is less that of a woman’s and more of a young girl and qualifies her as a Little Person but of equal body proportions.
Height: 1.39 (4’7”)
Personality: Abby is outgoing and has a zest for life along with boundless amounts of energy. She sleeps in catnaps and is able to sleep in places and situations that most would find Impossible. She was once found sleeping in a partly closed upright Bass’s hard case at a studio.
She loves to eat and follows her nose to any foods being cooked near herself and will always try a bit no matter how much her friends are off put by her consumption of said questionable food. She is rarely ever sick and considering her lifestyle a source of amazement.
A wicked sense of humor she will play to her situation especially if the person she having fun with has mistaken her for a little girl because she feels she must. Add to that a poison tongue which can fire off quips with the best and is supported by an active imagination and people either learn to love or hate her with few remaining in the undecided.
Role: Leadsinger/Composer
Specified Job Details: Abby can play the piano at a professional level and is also a Drummer.
She is a trained singer of Opera who is a Mezzosopraano she has a power that is unnatural and brassy but her diminutive size prevents her from joining any companies of any worth so she turned her powerful voice to rock music and eventually fell in love with Metal.
Her talent as a Composer okay but not prolific and used more to arrange Cover songs for her own style
Relative Experience: Classically trained in Opera by Helga Lier former Diva of the London Company and her grandmother from 9 to 18 years old.
Mentored in musical studies by Ian Slice of Bomber Bob in piano, drums, and writing.
Her first album was “Star Child” and while a bit dated in its style is a coveted trophy among her small group of fans and was released on her 17th birthday.
Recruited as backup lead vocalist for a studio created band called “Concrete Kittens” she was quickly pushed forward into the lead before their first public performance.
Performed at the Isle of Wight Music Festival as a warmup band and made a 30 minute encore at the crowds demand.
Released the Indie Album “The Mouse That Roared” at age 20 sold 1.2 million copies as lead of Concrete Kittens then left the band before the expected release of “Pretty Ponies” due to creative difficulty (This was blamed on her as being a difficult talent and resulted in her being Blacklisted)
Biography: Abby’s mom is a woman more concerned with public appearence and moving in the right circles and an unexpected child was against her plans in life so she shoveled her off on her mom to raise.
Abby’s grandmother was a retired London opera Diva who lived on the Isle of Man and while demanding was also a loving and supportive woman. She raised Abby to believe she could be anything she wanted and was pleased when her granddaughter began singing scales with her students and often outshining them in power, control, and endurance when she was only 9 years old.
So taking her on as a student her grandmother became two different women; one a loving and doting granny and the other a demanding voice coach who resembled a camp guard or drill instructor. Then at age 15 when her grandmother thought she was ready they made the trip to London where using her connections she got Abby an audition. The board was impressed with her range but said she was too short and could only be used a a chorus singer playing the part of children which would mean she’d have very little work.
Dejected Abby returned to the Isle of Man vowing she’d never sing again; a vow which her grandmother wouldn’t stand for and made her continue for a pointless dream.
Then as Abby explains she was wandering the Island during the Tourist Trophy when she met the drummer of the band Bomber Bob who were big in the 60s and 70s but now largely forgotten and his two twin daughter Mandy and Sandy age 7 and hit it off. He was at that point a single parent trying to run a small recording company and watch after the two girls and was overjoyed when he found Abby would help by acting as their babysitter, tutor, and friend.
He taught her how to play piano and drums when she showed an interest in them and even tried himself to get her auditions with other recording companies who rejected her because at they said she was little more than a novelty act. Her grandmother at first disapproved of her classical training being used to sing such rock standards as “Itching for You” and “Blue Angel” but when she met Ian and saw he was trying to get Abby work and inspiring her to keep singing she joined forces with the man.
Ian’s little record label recorded her Album written by both Abby and Ian called “Star Child” and it enjoyed a bit of success when it was found in the bargain bins of the Liverpool shops and became an underground staple. Rough and still needing polish it still displayed a power hidden in her small body few could believe actually came from her when they saw her live or in person.
Abby was working harder than ever at that time till on her 18th birthday her Grandmother, Ian and even Mandy and Sandy were victims of the Ferry disaster which left her alone in the world for the first time in her life and resulted in a deep depression that made her disappear for a year as she worked through her problems.
Then one day out of the blue Abby showed up in a London studio that was trying to create a Girl band and needed a backup vocalist
Abby’s band was a surprise at the Isle of Wight Music Festival when she popped out on stage with the Band she was working with at the Time know as “Concrete Kittens” and seemed to explode vocally her voice more powerful than her size might be expected to reach.
Then a month later Abby and the Concrete Kittens released the Indie Album titled “The Mouse That Roared” which made them instant Stars in England’s Metal scene but soon their success caused friction when the band’s founder and the manager tried to take advantage of Abby’s Size and made her do a Lollitta Song called “Pretty Ponies” which set her up as a bad little girl complete with one of those huge lollipops and a babydoll skirt.
She hated the song and thought it would make her fan base shift to the creepy pedos that had already begun to plague her and the arguments began and eventually came to a showdown which resulted in Abby’s quitting the Band.
Out of work and black balled at home she came to the city hoping to at least get work as a session singer and try to get control of her career.
Abby is the type of girl who lives music in a large way. She’s always scouring the sources for every new sound and genre. Listening to music in languages she has no idea what they are talking about but moving to the beat as she surrenders to the raw emotions every good song contains no matter where or when it is from.
Abby lives bathed in sound almost 24/7 her lovers finding her bed impossible to actually rest in enjoying falling asleep with her sound system thumping at near ear damaging levels. She sings at her whim to whatever is playing matching the other singer note for note trying to understand the emotion that formed the rhythm, the lyrics, and whether they were written together or fitted to each other one being done before the other.
In shortly after her appearance at Isle of Wight she gave an interview while making “The Mouse That Roared” said when called an up and coming musical artist.
”I am not a Musical Artist, I’m a Worshiper of Music; if Music were a person I would gladly be its slave; I already am”
Some say it's the music she’s confessing her love to in her song “Bend me to your Will” (track 4 TMTR)
She's never still on stage and she can shift personality instantly going from seductress, to angry Diva, and wherever else her passion takes her. Her moves have no choreography and no two performances the same her moods reflected in small ways in her performance.
She throws herself around so violently many have feared she’ll someday fling herself off stage and into the crowd.
A dry or uninspired crowd doesn’t cause her doubt and only makes her shift performance to fit the desires of the fans. Aware that many of her fans are attracted to her because of her Lollie look she doesn’t shy away from it or pander to it instead using her voice to enlarge her presence.
Trained to work in an Opera company which means acting while singing she is trained in using body language to accentuate her performance. When performing live she is a slave driver as far as her stage bands are concerned demanding that the fans have trouble distinguishing live from studio performance at every show.
When she sings even for fun she’s dedicated to the sound of the performance over all else.
She is never late for rehearsal, she is always supportive of her band when in studio only causing friction if she feels her boundaries are not respected.
She’s never moody in the studio, she never does drugs, drinks or exposes herself to negative situations; if she is part of anger or a bystander she cuts it off by leaving and retreating into her headphones till she feels calmer or the anger has moved on, if it remains she asks Pax and calm discussion.
Because of her Opera training she is also able to speak if not fluently then make herself understood in Italian, German, French, Russian, and English as well as Welsh.
She’s horrible with finance but always ering to the conservative side, you’ll never catch Abby dropping 10 grand for a jacket, maybe Charity but never for an article of clothing.
She loves Bootsales and Second Hand clothing stores and strangely collects odd Coffee cups but hates paying full price or buying them new.
“The Discovery is part of the Memory” -Abby as concerns her collection-
Hmmmm.....Presently I'm hanging out in the studio the links in my siggy
It's an anime Band RP kind of thing connected to an Rp in the Guild threads but we could discuss your RP desires in the general or use it as a tag to go private
Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case<br><br>Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.<br><br>I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel</div>
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