ShankySpice

Camp Wyaconda, August 1991

gonna have my post up either tonight or tomorrow, was waiting to give other's a chance to get another post in before Max causes some more chaos or something :)

Olympus Rising

@shylarah not sure if it was intentional, but he looks like David Tennant as the Doctor. I fully support this.

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Criminal Minds RP: Mags

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𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕚

FC: Sarah Shahi

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Character Summary

Name: Magnolia Ophelia Nouri
Aliases: Mags, Agent Nouri, Firecracker
Age: 27
Birthday: April 2nd
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Half Iranian, Half Spanish
Birth Place: New York City, NY
Current Residence: Dumfries, VA
Gender: Female
Education: Master's of Science in Criminology and Bachelor's of Science in Criminal Justice
Job: Profiler at the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI -- specializing in obsessional crimes.

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Appearance

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 140 lbs
Build: Athleticly muscular but still petite
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Caramel
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: One tattoo on left forearm, outside, in her mother's handwriting saying "love you forever"

Personal Style: Casual but still feminine, Mags tends to wear very simple designs without a whole lot of variation. She is not a huge dress wearer, but will when needed for fancy occasions. But mostly, a white tank top or single colored plain shirt underneath a flannel or a blazer with jeans. Sometimes she throws in a colorful jacket for whimsy, but that's about it. She's not a big clothes girl, preferring comfort and practicality over style.

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Psychology

Sexuality: Lesbian
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Tough, sarcastic, witty, but not one to talk first. SHe tends to keep to herself and make the odd snarky comment off to the side every now and then. She can be quite playful once she opens up, but she keeps her walls all the way up most of the time. Professional and casual, that's her goal. Don't make waves, but don't take any crap either.
Habits: biting her lip and running her hands through her hair when anxious or nervous.
Hobbies: painting, running, reading, and hanging out with her dog
Fears:

• Clowns
• Spiders
• Her father's progressing alzheimer's

Likes:

• Art
• Books
• Nature
• Hiking
• Animals
• Dancing

Dislikes:

• Bullies
• Toxic Men
• Sports Bars
• People who mistreat animals
• Mansplaining
• Extreme cold

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History

A Memory: The memory that sticks the most is her last night with her mom. They'd been laying in her mother's bed, reading her favorite book: Who was Amelia Earhart? Mags had been obsessed with her and her story as a child, and her mother had gotten her several books that they cycled through and read together frequently. Mags could still remember the pink nightgown that her mother had been wearing, the way her thin dark hair had cascaded down the pillow as Mags had her head laying on her mother's chest. She could remember the labored movement of her breathing, the way Mags would turn the pages so that her mother could focus on reading. It was a fond memory, one she still visited a lot to this day, but a sad one. Mags and her mother had been very close before she passed, and Mags still missed her every day. She still wore her mother's birth stone (a sapphire) around her neck every day.

History: One word to describe Mags: tough. She's been through a lot. She was raised into a very traditional half Iranian family, her mother being a Spain native, and her father was a stickler for tradition and respect. He was a hard working man who had supported her and her mother solely for as long as she could remember. Her mother had always been too sick for employment, she had MS and it eventually took her from them when Mags was eight. Her father never wavered, never crumbled, he simply got back to work. Mags couldn't understand it, at the time she'd felt like she was falling into a never ending hole, always sinking. She promised herself that no matter what, she would not let her father down.

By the age of seventeen, she had graduated with honors. It wasn't because she was particularly smarter than most, though she was very intelligent, it was mostly due to her determination and hard work. She put her nose to those books and didn't raise it until she was striding across that stage, her father beaming from the bleachers. A masters in criminology, a bachelors in criminal Justice, and two years later she was recruited by the FBI. Now, after two years in the sex crimes unit (her specialty in obsessional crimes helping majorly to have a quite high success rate for capture) she had been recruited to the most prestigious unit of the FBI (in her opinion), the BAU.

The only problem, was that she could no longer make her father proud. He had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's a year after she had entered the FBI, and it was progressing rapidly. Sometimes, he didn't know who she was, and she was terrified there would come a day he never would recognize her face again. So she devoted herself to her work, to the people she could save. But in her spare time, she never left her father's side. He was in a home now, round the clock care was something he needed, but she visited him whenever she could...she still hadn't told him that she was gay.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Life is too short to miss an opportunity to dance"
Theme Song: "You Should be Dancing" by the Bee Gees
Anything Else: She has a three year old golden retriever named Toby--the only man in her life besides her father.

Dragon Age RP: Zita

Zita

Name:

Zita Cordelia Cade

Age:

25

Ancestry:

Rivaini rogue mercenary father, Dalish elf merchant mother

Birthplace:

Dairsmuid

Gender:

Female

Class/Subclass:

Rogue- Dual Wielding Duelist/ Assassin
Weapons:

Daggers

Armor:

Armor

Appearance:

Zita stands at 5'5" with long dark colored, unruly curly hair. Her ears are long and pointy, as all elves are, and she has light brown/golden colored eyes set into dark caramel colored skin. Being with the Lords of Fortune as a mercenary, as her father was, she tends to dress in brightly colored garments. She loves anything gold, or bespeckled with jewels...and the less skin covered, the better. She loves feeling the sun on her skin, even if it isn't the smartest way to keep herself well-armored. Zita has full lips that are usually curled at the ends in a smile, and her unruly hair is usually worn down around her shoulders.

Background:

Zita does not remember life before she was sold off to slavers and taken to Denerim. She does not remember her parents, all she remembers is life with Sir Sedrick, and life with the sir had not been a good one. First, it was the beatings, and the scrubbing on her hands and knees with not so much as rags on. She was treated like vermin, less than human...and when she was big enough, used as a drug mule to supply lyrium to rogue blood mages. Sir was a Templar, so if he was caught, it's be curtains for him. But Zita? Zita was expendable.

The treatment and the work made her strong, resilient, unbreakable. One day, she was sent to smuggle lyrium to a mercenary mage group. One of them told her of the Lords of Fortune, based in Rivain. Having never known anything about her child hood, except that she bore the appearance of those called Eivaini, she was instantly enthralled in anything to do with them. When she wasn't working, she snuck away to study anything about them she could. She was determined to find where she came from, who she really was. But more so to find out who she could become.

At the age of seventeen, she broke free in the middle of the night and fled for passage to Rivaini. It took months, months of hiding, bartering, but she made it. She found the Lord of Fortune, and the room her in. She was taught the way of the blade by a woman named Isabela, a remarkable woman that Zita would always admire. She became a force to be reckoned with, known for her success on bother mercenary and treasure hunting missions. She had a fascination for dragons, they were glorious, and she could understand why the Qunari revered them. She also loves anything gold.

Black Clover Rp: Rin Kasamuki

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Rin Kasamuki

(without the headband)

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Character Summary

Name: Rin Aria Kasamuki
Aliases: Rinny
Age: 24
Race/Ethnicty: Japanese
Place of Origin: Hecairo - Common Realm
Gender: Female
Class/Job: Magic Knight --

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Physical Attributes

Height: 177.8 cm (5'10)
Weight: 65.77 kg (145 lbs)
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Red
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Pale / Ivory
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: both ears pierced
Day To Day Attire: Casual but feminine, dark colors, lots of red and black. She likes flowy garments, and will wear kimonos sometimes.
Strengths:

• Well Read
• Quiet Leader
• Protective

Weaknesses:

• Oblivious Socially
• Sometimes too independent
• Can be Naive sometimes

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Psychological Attributes

Intuitive * Pensive * Intelligent * Protective

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Rin in quiet, contemplative, an introvert, and a bit oblivious. She is not one to strike up a conversation with someone, preferring to stick to her books and her paintings. She is often seen spending her time under a tree reading, or sitting in a windowsill. She loves being outdoors, loves sunshine and anything involving nature. Rin also loves and admires the connections that people can form with each other, but being extremely awkward and shy, she tends to not know exactly how to form these connections herself. She doubts herself, a lot. She doesn't want to be a bother or burden to anyone. But when she cares about someone? She is more protective than a mother bear.

Underneath all her fluster and insecurity, is a woman who is strong and has a fire akin to a roaring inferno. She often wonders if her paper magic is some sort of metaphor for how she appears on the surface...whispy and tentative like paper. But paper can also be strong, unyielding, relentless. She is all of these things...even if she doesn't let anyone see them.
Habits: She tends to tuck her hair behind her ears a lot. She also gets fidgety when nervous.
Hobbies: Reading, Painting, Sketching
Fears:

• Ending up alone
• Snakes
• Spiders

Likes: 6 minimal

• Painting/Art
• Books
• Comedy
• Adventure
• Anything sweet
• Animals (besides snakes and spiders)

Dislikes:

• Bullies
• Excessive yelling
• Sour Foods
• Scary/Supernatural/Ghost stuff
• Clowns
• Stingy bugs like bees, wasps, etc.

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Skills

• Skill: Acrobatics
• Skill: Athletics
• Skill: Flexibility
• Skill: Persuasive
• Skill: Level-Headed
• Skill: Highly Intelligent

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Magic

~Origami Magic~

• Spell: Origami Art: The Aegis Moth: Summons a large, thick paper moth that unfurls in front of the user. Its broad, heavily-folded wings block incoming magical projectiles and disperse the mana upon impact.
• Spell: Origami Art: Swifthead Swallow: Launches a flurry of tiny, sleek paper swallows. They dive-bomb opponents at blinding speed, using their razor-sharp, V-shaped tails to cleanly slice through magical shields
• Spell: Origami Art: Skate-Glide: Creates a wide, flat paper manta ray that the user stands on. It glides effortlessly through the air, riding on mana currents to achieve extreme aerial mobility and sharp, drifting turns.
• Spell: Origami Art: Flight of the Whispering Swan: Summons a beautiful, colossal paper swan that unleashes a blinding shockwave of white paper feathers. The feathers act as thousands of tiny homing blades that shred the entire target area while blinding the enemy.
• Spell: Origami Art: Naga Spearman: Folds a majestic, serpent-tailed warrior that wields a massive, multi-layered paper lance. It lunges forward with extreme precision, driving the spearhead through heavy defenses with immense piercing power.
• Spell: Origami Art: Siren's Ribbon (Octopus): Folds a small, unassuming paper octopus that glides silently through the shadows or along the ground. Once it reaches the target, its flat paper tentacles instantly elongate and wrap around the enemy's limbs, binding them tight while bleeding away their mana.
• Spell: Origami Art: Star-Tail Hummingbird: Folds a clutch of tiny, glowing paper hummingbirds. They zip through the air at blinding speeds, completely undetectable by mana sensors. Once they find a target, they attach to their clothing or armor, leaving a faint trail of sparkling mana dust that only the user can see.

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History

Parents: Her mother still lives in Hecairo, Rin writes her often and sends money when she can. Her father is deceased, he was a magic knight with the Golden Dawn.
Siblings: None--only child.
Childhood: Rin showed magic intuivity at a young age, always more fond to wind/air/water magics.
Adulthood: Rin was accepted into the magic knights on her first try, with all but one squad raising their hands. It was talked about for a while.
Special Moments: Rin cherishes the memories she does have with her father, and memories of baking with her mother. Its because of her that Rin is such a good cook.
Current Events: Having been plucked from The Coral Peacocks for a new magic knight squad, Rin was currently traveling to the Capitol to sign paperwork. She loved her old magic knight squad, but needed a change of pace and a brand new adventure.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Cherish every little moment, they're all temporary"
Theme Song: "Sanctuary" by Utada Hikaru
Aura Color: A deep crimson with silver tips, passion but tempered. Always keeping everything just under the surface of a calm, glassy exterior.
Scent?: A bouquet of wildflowers.
Anything Else:
She has a tattoo on the back of her neck of a swallow, it's small.

Fairy Tail RP: Rina

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🅡🅘🅝🅐 🅙🅤🅛🅘🅔🅣🅣🅔

Appearance

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Character Summary

Name: Rina Fae Juliette
Aliases: Rina, Rinny
Age: 24
Race/Ethnicty: Ishgarian
Place of Origin: The City of Clover
Gender: Female
Class/Job: Fairy Tail wizard

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Physical Attributes

Height: 175.26 cm (5'9 in)
Weight: 65.771 kg (145 lbs)
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Green
Hair: Sandy/Dirty Blonde with green tips on the two front pieces.
Skin Tone: ivory
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Fairy Tail guild mark on the back of left hand in green.
Day To Day Attire: Rina dresses very girly, usually in summer dresses or long sleeves dresses, or skirts. She wear pants sometimes, not often. She prefers low cut, liking to show off her assets. She knows she looks good, and she flaunts it.
Strengths:

• Highly Intelligent
• Persuasively Charming
• Confident

Weaknesses:

• Secretly Very Insecure
• Performative
• Can be short-sighted/ has trouble seeing the big picture.

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Psychological Attributes

Confident * Stubborn * Intellectual * Brave

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Rina is a bit full of herself, a bit cocky, and a bit performative. She loves attention, loves being the center of it, and loves showing off. She will act like a typical snobby know-it-all most of the time, which can be infuriating. But underneath, she questions and doubt every single thing she says and does. She has always tried to be the best at everything, all the time, a product of her parent's shallow love for her and greater love for her younger siblings...they simply didn't support her magical career...which was fine, but it left a chip on Rina's shoulder. SHe wanted the approval of everyone, and got an attitude when she failed. The fact that she wasn't as well-known and popular as Erza or Mirajane or the others really bothered her, but she'd never show it. She was quick-tempered, hot-headed, and brash. She spoke too much, too loud, too often, anything to not feel like she was forgettable, replaceable, or not good enough.
Habits: Biting her lip and tugging on her hair when angry
Hobbies: Reading, Dancing, and anything involving a beach.
Fears:

• Not being good enough
• Failure
• Being Forgettable

Likes: 6 minimal

• Flowers
• Pink and Green
• Chocolate
• Clothes/Shopping
• Reading Sorcerer Weekly
• The Beach

Dislikes:

• Bullies
• Being too hot or sticky
• Clowns
• How little she is written about in Sorcerer Weekly
• Being called out on her jealousy
• Snakes

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Skills

• Skill: Agility
• Skill: Acrobatics
• Skill: Charm
• Skill: Hand to Hand Combat
• Skill: Linguistics
• Skill: Intellect

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Magic

~Take-Over Magic: Fairy Soul~

• Spell: Take-Over: Seelie-- A nature fairy spirit-based Take Over. The user gains plant manipulation, thorn armor, and the ability to turn the surrounding environment into an overgrown battlefield. Also grants chlorokinesis, the ability to heal allies by absorbing sunlight, and tree-mimicry to blend into the environment and regenerate health.
  
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• Spell: Take-Over: Sylph--: A sleek, agile form that allows the user to manipulate air pressure. They can summon localized vacuums to suffocate opponents or slice through targets with compressed air blades, as two examples. Has total control over air and air magic.
  
  Sylph

  
• Spell: Take-Over: Nessa -- Emphasizes fluid manipulation, underwater breathing, and the ability to turn one's own body into liquid, allowing physical attacks to pass right through. Also grants the user water manipulation to create whips, bubbles, and small sized water based attacks.
  
  Nessa

  
• Spell: Take-Over: Malva -- grants the user the ability to generate flames but only from their hands, grants the user fluid, pyrokinetic movements, allowing them to ride on jets of flame and ignite the air around them.
  
  Malva

  
• Spell: Take-Over: Lumini -- A support-oriented Fairy Soul. The caster alters probabilities within their immediate radius, causing enemy attacks to miss or triggering environmental mishaps.
  
  Lumini

  

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History

Parents: Both still reside in Clover, Rina writes to them often. They run a bookstore together.
Siblings: two younger siblings -- Her sister Dalia is 16, and her brother Thaddeus is 21. Dalia works at the shop with their parents, Thaddeus is a journalist for Sorcerer Weekly. Rina is the only member of her immediate family with significant magical ability, she got it from her grandmother who was a wizard back in the day.
Childhood: She'll never admit it, but she wished she was an only child. She resents her siblings because ever since they were born, her parents hardly cared about her life or what she did. She ran away as soon as she could and joined Fairy Tail, she's been a member since she was 16.
Adulthood: Fairy Tail means everything to her, she's been a member her entire adult life. She would give her life for Makarov and the guild a thousand times over.
Special Moments: The Harvest Festival and the parade every year, magical.
Current Events: Since the A Team left for their 100 year quest, Rina is itching to put together a team of her own and become the next sensation for Sorcerer Weekly to write about.

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Extras

Character Quote: "I am the most fairy of the bunch, I'm kind of a big deal."
Theme Song: "Confident" by Demi Lovato
Aura Color: Green -- she really is envious of Mira and Erza for being more popular but she'll never admit to it.
Scent?: A bouquet of wildflowers.
Anything Else:
She low-key wishes she was a dragon slayer because she wants a talking cat.

Olympus Rising

Azalea

𝓐𝔃𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓪 𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻

Azalea Opal Aster| 23 | Female | Demeter Successor
Sexuality: Bisexual (with a preference for women)
Power: Plant Manipulation
Weapon: Sickle

Weapon

(imagine it without all the card info, it was the only picture of her weapon I found that I liked. Also, make the handle shorter, more handheld. It's a sickle, but I know the card says Scythe.)

Appearance: Azalea is tall (5'7), pretty, fair skinned, and has caramel colored brown eyes. She has a bright, wide smile, dimples, and long red hair that goes just past her shoulders. She's not very aware of how conventionally pretty she is, often thinking her eyes are too big for her face. She doesn't really put that much effort into her appearance and isn't one to wear makeup very often, the occasional mascara pops up sometimes, though.

Her style is simple, bright colors, and very floral. She loves anything flowy and light, loves dresses and anything feminine. She's very much a flower/fairy core type of person in the way that she dresses and really does enjoy looking like she belongs in a forest as Queen of the fairies. She loves pastels, soft fabrics, and anything green (it's her favorite color).

Personality: Azalea is smart, but not all the time. She can be quite airheaded from time to time, despite always having her nose in a book or in some soil. She loves the outdoors, flowers, plants, books, painting, music, and animals. She has a soft spot for children, is compassionate, patient, and kind to a fault. She is not a person to be mean to anyone, or to dislike anyone really (except bullies). She is the light of every room she walks into, but she's also a wallflower to her core. She is not one to initiate conversation, is not very confident in herself, and gets anxiety around large crowds.

She's convinced she is too much, even though she could stand to be so much more. She questions everything she does a thousand times in her head before doing it, will edit and correct herself more often than she should, and shies away from any spotlight placed on her. But when she gets mad (it's rare, but it happens) steer clear, because she gets scary. She is a firm believer in right and wrong, fair justice, fair treatment, and that everyone deserves kindness and respect. She's soft-spoken but her words always carry weight.

Short Bio:
Ever since she was a child, Azalea loved nature and everything about it. She often thought it was just a coincidence, being named literally after nature and then having an affinity for it. She had always been the quiet kid who played with plants, read too many books, and didn't have a whole lot of friends. She much preferred the company of plants and books to people, finding people confusing and tedious. Plants didn't want anything from you but water and sunlight, they didn't leave you when you weren't interesting enough, and they didn't expect you to fill the silence with mindless noise. Azalea could have spent her entire life in the forest, or a greenhouse, anywhere there was foliage and life.

She had gotten a job in a flower shop, with it's own greenhouse or two, and she loved it. Her life was simple, go to work, come home, read a book, go to bed, and then do it all over again. She loved it. She loved her two cats (two female orange cats named Barley and Clove), her three snakes (one Rosy Boa named Rose, ironically enough....a ball python named Sage, and a corn snake named Lemon), and her bearded dragon named Stella. When she wasn't at work or tending to her garden, she was spending time with them. They were her closest friends.

Her life was simple... and then she awakened.

She'd been at work, tending to the flowers in the greenhouse when she had heard a noise outside, it had sounded like a strangled cry. Azalea had walked outside, where a small fountain that flowed into a slightly larger pond sat. The water was acting strangely, taking form...the form of of a woman? It was some sort of human-like figure but with longer, pointier ears. Azalea had read about elves, but they couldn't actually exist. Convinced she was losing her mind, she almost turned back into the greenhouse. But then, it was like her head was splitting open, her vision went blurry for a moment, and she had this cacophony of voices explaining that she was a successor...to the goddess Demeter. Before she could even gather her bearings, her vision cleared and the voice vanished. The small tool in her hand (she'd been using a small, hand tiller to tend to the soil) seemed to transform before her eyes into a slightly larger green sickle and gold sickle.

Azalea wasn't sure what compelled her to jump into action, instinct over thought for sure, but she felt herself lunge forward and slash at the figure with her sickle. The water exploded into a pool and splashed onto the ground, and Azalea stood there panting.

So, that was why she loved plants...why she'd always felt an affinity for them. She remembered looking down at her hands, wondering where her life would lead her now. The voice had told her to find the others, making her believe she wasn't the only one. Had they all randomly awoken with strange weapons like she had? What else about her had changed? Azalea's head swam, what had she just gotten into?

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Doctor Who RP: Roslyn

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ʀᴏꜱʟʏɴ ʀᴇᴅᴅʏ

FC:Janina Gavankar

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Character Summary

Name: Roslyn Nalini Reddy
Aliases: Ros, Reddy
Age: 24
Birthday: May 13th
Nationality: British -- London specifically
Ethnicity: Half Indian, Half Dutch
Birth Place: London, England
Current Residence: London, England
Gender: Female
Education: Master's in Science for Nursing
Job: Registered Nurse at Charring Cross Hospital

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Appearance

Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150 lbs.
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown/Black
Skin Tone: Dark Caramel
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: One tattoo on lower back

tattoo

and an infinity symbol, small, on her inside left wrist.
Piercings: silver bar (industrial) piercing through top of left ear, two piercings on each earlobe, belly button pierced.

Personal Style: Casual with a touch of punk rock, mostly wears biker boots and dark colored tight jeans with either a graphic tee or dark colored shirt. She prefers muted colors and soft fabrics, is not someone to dress up, and wears minimal makeup. If she does wear makeup, it's usually limited to simple eyeliner and maybe some lipstick or lip gloss on occasion. She is more of a chapstick, tomboy, punk rocker type.

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Psychology

Brave * Intelligent * Crusader for Justice * Stubborn

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single but Emotionally Unavailable
Personality: Snarky, Wickedly Intelligent, and Sarcastic at her core...but when she's at work or somewhere that her father will get word or notice, she's demure and soft-spoken. But still confident, still intelligent, still stubborn, just more polished. But when she's alone? Or out with friends? She's a bit of a wild child, adventurous and always ready for whatever life is going to throw at her. She loves punk rock style, punk rock music, the riot girl scene, Joan Jett, anything rock and roll.

But she also has her softer side, nurtured by her parents. She loves art, and literature, and she loves to paint. She loves classic literature the most, and Van Gogh. She loves medicine, loves her job as a nurse, loves helping people. She loves children, wants to be a pediatrician. She loves dancing. She is kind to her core, fair, and a pursuant of justice. She leans left politically, always have always will. She believes everyone deserves a fair shot, a fair shake, and a fair amount of respect. She loves culture and learning about other ways of life. She is very open-minded, compassionate, but not patient. She is a nurturer but also a rockstar.

Habits: She bites her lip and plays with her hair when shes nervous or anxious...and she has a tendency to talk too much when she gets nervous as well.
Hobbies: Painting and fiddling around on her laptop
Fears: Clowns, big heck no from Ros, nope, she won't do it.

• Snakes -- also a big no.
• Falling to her death
• Disappointing her parents

Likes:

• Painting and art
• Technology and how it works
• Adventure
• Books
• Hiking
• Rock Climbing

Dislikes: Bullies

• The Circus
• Carnivals
• Snakes
• Olives
• Horror Movies
• People loudly popping gum

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History

A Memory: When Ros was eight, her father got her a toy Doctor's kit for Christmas. He was a doctor and her mother was a receptionist for a dental practice, so healthcare had always been important to him. As she had opened the kit and examined it, the bright red and blue and yellow colors of the plastic bright against the stark white of their carpet, she remembered him looking down at her with the biggest, proudest grin on his face. "Some day, Rozzie, you will save people just like Daddy," He said proudly, with tears in his eyes. She knew in that moment, that she would do whatever it took to never disappoint their parents. She held that colorful plastic in her hands and grinned up at her father, and to this day, that is still her favorite Christmas.

History: Ros has lived her entire life doing exactly as her father asked of her. She was the top of her class all throughout primary an secondary school, graduated with honors, got her Master's degree, she did everything right. Determined to never disappoint her parents, she led two lives for a very long time. One life as the dutiful nurse, the one who's only focus was being a great nurse and an even better daughter. But her other life, that one was much different. Her other life let her be free, she could dance in clubs whenever she wanted, take home whoever she wanted, do whatever she wanted...to a point. She never dabbled in anything illegal, unless you counted the times she taught herself to be a world class coder and hacker simply because she loves all things technological. She knew her parents would never understand, they were totally against tech and were the types to call it "the doorway to corruption and the devil". They were very religious, conservative types.

Which is why Ros also never shared that she liked women, she liked men too, but she liked women better. Ros kept so many secrets, from so many people, all so that she would never diminish in the eyes of her parents. It was just until they were gone, she told herself, just until she no longer had them looking over her shoulder. She wanted to make them happy by being the perfect daughter, never any stress in their lives, that was her goal. But she wasn't soft, she wasn't dutiful, and she wasn't the person she pretended to be in front of her parents. She was a fighter, strong, stubborn, and wickedly intelligent. Her silver-tongue and quick wit could very well get her in some real trouble some day, but luckily, she has spent many years playing someone very different. But she longed for more, for adventure, for a life outside of her tiny stretch of London. Maybe some day, when her parents were gone...maybe...

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Extras

Character Quote: "Life is the same story told from a billion different perspectives"
Theme Song: Crimson and Clover - Joan Jett
Anything Else: She is the type of person to always keep her walls up until getting to know someone...except around animals...and children. She loves kids.

Also, she can play both the piano and the violin quite well.

Superhero RP: Aquatronic

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FC: Pauley Perrette

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Character Summary

Name: Naomi Dawn Rivers
Aliases: Aquatronic
Age: 32
Birthday: March 19th
Ethnicity: White/European
Gender: Female
Education: Bachelor's in Science for Information Technology
Job: IT Analyst for a tech company called LogiMax Inc.
Powers:
*Water Manipulation-- Naomi has the ability to completely control, manipulate, and maneuver water as if it is an extension of herself. She can wield up to her own body weight in water at any given time, but the heavier the water, the more tired she gets quicker. She usually uses the water for offensive purposes, defensive when need be, and for convenience when she is feeling particularly lazy.

Her style of fighting with her water powers can be best described as a dance. She mostly uses her water in the form of a long whip, also will produce smaller jets of water like water bombs, and shurikens style blades of water. She can be known to trap her enemies in a water dome, or create a dome or shield for herself out of water for defensive purposes.

*Technology Manipulation-- On top of being a world-class self-taught hacker and coder, Naomi can manipulate and control technology in the same way she can water. She doesn't really use this power offensively and mostly uses it for hacking,coding, and tracking purposes. She probably could use it offensively if she wanted to, but she hasn't practiced that method of fighting yet with her powers, tending to stick to her water powers when fighting.

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Appearance

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Green
Hair: /Black
Skin Tone: Ivory
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Naomi had many tattoos: a spiderweb on the left side of her neck, a smiley face on her right middle finger right above the knuckle, binary code on both forearms, a big gothic cross on her back, that's just to name a few. She's got a few more random dribbles scribbles on to her body, she's kind of addicted to tattoos, honestly.
Piercings: despite loving tattoos, she has no piercings other than her ears.

Personal Style: Naomi is a goth girl at her core, with some punk rock thrown in. She loves biker boots, the color black, anything spider or spiderweb themed (they're her favorite), and all things horror and gothic. She loves the riot girl scene and anything punk or rock and roll. She's a big fan of the "stick it to thean, free the people" mindset of the punk scene.

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Psychology

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single but Emotionally Unavailable
Personality: Naomi is snarky, sarcastic, blunt, cocky, adventurous, a total rockstar personality. She's also bubbly, loves animals, has a soft spot for children, and can be quite girly sometimes. She's very much "I broke a nail, now I'm going to break your face", especially if you mess with an innocent person or someone she cares about. She's a do-gooder to her core, but punk rock about it. She's all about fair justice, fair treatment, and kindness. Not niceness, kindness, there is a difference and she makes sure people know that.

Naomi is equal parts rough and tumble and no wait don't mess up my hair. She has a tendency to roll her eyes too much, she talks with her hands a lot, gets very animated, and will routinely twirl her hair. She will also outsmart you, outhack you, and outwit you every single time. Her brain is faster than most, smarter than most, and a very powerful piece of technology in it's own right.

Habits: Twirling her hair, biting her lip, rolling her eyes, and sarcasm.
Hobbies: Hacking, coding, swimming, hanging out with her animals, playing video games, and reading...a lot.
Fears:

• Clowns
• Ladders--dont judge her, they're rickety!
• She's claustrophobic

Likes:

• Snakes
• Punk Rock Music
• Metal music
• Fashion
• Video Games
• Chocolate

Dislikes:

• Bullies
• Tight/enclosed spaces
• Carnivals or the circus
• The unfair justice system
• Ostriches-- they creep her out
• People who bite their nails

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History

A Memory: Naomi would swear the powers were genetic, because her father had the power to control water before he died. That was least favorite memory, but the one that stuck...the day her dad died. It was a car crash, some drunk jerk running a stop light...her father had shielded the both with his water. But it hasn't been enough, when Naomi woke up, she was in the hospital...and her father was gone. She remembered hating her water powers for a long time, but now she likes to think it's the one thing she has left to connect her to her father.

History: Naomi was raised your typical normal kid, she had two loving (yet both super powered) parents, went to a normal school, and was raised like a normal person...a normal person with powers. She started controlling water when she was an infant, more powerful than her father tenfold, and the light of her parent's life. She was given every advantage, spoiled as much as a loved child can be, and was relatively well liked in school. Sure, she was a nerdy kid who loved video games and comic books, but she had plenty of friends. Making friends was never a hard thing for her.

She was 8 when the first tragedy struck, her dad died protecting her. Her mom couldn't cope, she stopped living and just survived...but only for five more years. She did her best, but her heart and spirit had been broken when she'd lost her husband. Naomi was depressed for a long time because of it, she had a loving aunt upstate who raised her and did her best, but it was never the same. The goth and punk scenes were her escape, the anger was something she could relate to.

When she graduated high school, she went to college for technology and then began working for the company she still works for to this day. Her life after her parents were gone, was still relatively normal...except being an undercover secret superhero that tries her best to keep her city safe. No one knew she was Aquatronic, that she knew of...a she hoped to keep it that way as long as she could.

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Extras

*She can play the drums quite well.

Character Quote: "Life is a hell of a thing to happen to a person"
Theme Song: "Double Dare Ya" by Bikini Kill
Anything Else:
She has four spiders, two snakes, a bearded dragon, two dogs, a cat, and a pet bird named Olly.

Super Suit:

suit

Camp Wyaconda RP: Max

Maxine "Max" Holloway

Nickname only her friends call her: Headbutt-- First day at camp she was riding her skateboard and she hit a bump, went butt over elbows right headfirst right into the backside of one of the camp counselor's who'd been bent down helping another young camper. So they called her headbutt, for headbutting...a butt.
Age: 13
Birthday: August 13th
Pronouns: She/They
Siblings: One much younger brother (3) named Josiah.
Family Life: Both the Protective Older Sister and the slightly bitter one at her parents waiting 10 years to have another child and make her no longer the favorite.
Fear: Clowns
Secret Fear: Falling to their death
Size: Tiny Terror (they're short for their age, but feisty)
Weapon: Slingshot and their skateboard

EXTRAS:

What does your character bring to the table: The Spunky One with a silver tongue.
Notable Trait: Tough
List four things your character always has in their backpack:
°A random assortment of small pebbles, marbles, and other small object to use as projectiles for her slingshot.
°Bandaids
°Her walkman complete with headphones and Queen's best hits on cassette.
°Two chocolate snickers bars. (Her favorite)
Miscellaneous: Always wears a baseball cap on their head, backwards.

Olympus Rising RP: Azalea

𝓐𝔃𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓪 𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻

FC:Annaliese Van der Pol

Azalea Opal Aster| 23 | Female | Demeter Successor
Sexuality: Bisexual (with a preference for women)
Power: Plant Manipulation
Weapon: Sickle

Weapon

(imagine it without all the card info, it was the only picture of her weapon I found that I liked. Also, make the handle shorter, more handheld. It's a sickle, but I know the card says Scythe.)

Appearance: Azalea is tall (5'7), pretty, fair skinned, and has caramel colored brown eyes. She has a bright, wide smile, dimples, and long red hair that goes just past her shoulders. She's not very aware of how conventionally pretty she is, often thinking her eyes are too big for her face. She doesn't really put that much effort into her appearance and isn't one to wear makeup very often, the occasional mascara pops up sometimes, though.

Her style is simple, bright colors, and very floral. She loves anything flowy and light, loves dresses and anything feminine. She's very much a flower/fairy core type of person in the way that she dresses and really does enjoy looking like she belongs in a forest as Queen of the fairies. She loves pastels, soft fabrics, and anything green (it's her favorite color).

Personality: Azalea is smart, but not all the time. She can be quite airheaded from time to time, despite always having her nose in a book or in some soil. She loves the outdoors, flowers, plants, books, painting, music, and animals. She has a soft spot for children, is compassionate, patient, and kind to a fault. She is not a person to be mean to anyone, or to dislike anyone really (except bullies). She is the light of every room she walks into, but she's also a wallflower to her core. She is not one to initiate conversation, is not very confident in herself, and gets anxiety around large crowds.

She's convinced she is too much, even though she could stand to be so much more. She questions everything she does a thousand times in her head before doing it, will edit and correct herself more often than she should, and shies away from any spotlight placed on her. But when she gets mad (it's rare, but it happens) steer clear, because she gets scary. She is a firm believer in right and wrong, fair justice, fair treatment, and that everyone deserves kindness and respect. She's soft-spoken but her words always carry weight.

Short Bio:
Ever since she was a child, Azalea loved nature and everything about it. She often thought it was just a coincidence, being named literally after nature and then having an affinity for it. She had always been the quiet kid who played with plants, read too many books, and didn't have a whole lot of friends. She much preferred the company of plants and books to people, finding people confusing and tedious. Plants didn't want anything from you but water and sunlight, they didn't leave you when you weren't interesting enough, and they didn't expect you to fill the silence with mindless noise. Azalea could have spent her entire life in the forest, or a greenhouse, anywhere there was foliage and life.

She had gotten a job in a flower shop, with it's own greenhouse or two, and she loved it. Her life was simple, go to work, come home, read a book, go to bed, and then do it all over again. She loved it. She loved her two cats (two female orange cats named Barley and Clove), her three snakes (one Rosy Boa named Rose, ironically enough....a ball python named Sage, and a corn snake named Lemon), and her bearded dragon named Stella. When she wasn't at work or tending to her garden, she was spending time with them. They were her closest friends.

Her life was simple... and then she awakened.

She'd been at work, tending to the flowers in the greenhouse when she had heard a noise outside, it had sounded like a strangled cry. Azalea had walked outside, where a small fountain that flowed into a slightly larger pond sat. The water was acting strangely, taking form...the form of of a woman? It was some sort of human-like figure but with longer, pointier ears. Azalea had read about elves, but they couldn't actually exist. Convinced she was losing her mind, she almost turned back into the greenhouse. But then, it was like her head was splitting open, her vision went blurry for a moment, and she had this cacophony of voices explaining that she was a successor...to the goddess Demeter. Before she could even gather her bearings, her vision cleared and the voice vanished. The small tool in her hand (she'd been using a small, hand tiller to tend to the soil) seemed to transform before her eyes into a slightly larger green sickle and gold sickle.

Azalea wasn't sure what compelled her to jump into action, instinct over thought for sure, but she felt herself lunge forward and slash at the figure with her sickle. The water exploded into a pool and splashed onto the ground, and Azalea stood there panting.

So, that was why she loved plants...why she'd always felt an affinity for them. She remembered looking down at her hands, wondering where her life would lead her now. The voice had told her to find the others, making her believe she wasn't the only one. Had they all randomly awoken with strange weapons like she had? What else about her had changed? Azalea's head swam, what had she just gotten into?

Olympus Rising

Azalea

Azalea Aster| 23 | Female | Demeter Successor
Sexuality: Bisexual (with a preference for women)
Power: Plant Manipulation
Weapon: Sickle

Weapon

(imagine it without all the card info, it was the only picture of her weapon I found that I liked. Also, make the handle shorter, more handheld. It's a sickle, but I know the card says Scythe.)

Appearance: Azalea is tall (5'7), pretty, fair skinned, and has caramel colored brown eyes. She has a bright, wide smile, dimples, and long red hair that goes just past her shoulders. She's not very aware of how conventionally pretty she is, often thinking her eyes are too big for her face. She doesn't really put that much effort into her appearance and isn't one to wear makeup very often, the occasional mascara pops up sometimes, though.

Her style is simple, bright colors, and very floral. She loves anything flowy and light, loves dresses and anything feminine. She's very much a flower/fairy core type of person in the way that she dresses and really does enjoy looking like she belongs in a forest as Queen of the fairies. She loves pastels, soft fabrics, and anything green (it's her favorite color).

Personality: Azalea is smart, but not all the time. She can be quite airheaded from time to time, despite always having her nose in a book or in some soil. She loves the outdoors, flowers, plants, books, painting, music, and animals. She has a soft spot for children, is compassionate, patient, and kind to a fault. She is not a person to be mean to anyone, or to dislike anyone really (except bullies). She is the light of every room she walks into, but she's also a wallflower to her core. She is not one to initiate conversation, is not very confident in herself, and gets anxiety around large crowds.

She's convinced she is too much, even though she could stand to be so much more. She questions everything she does a thousand times in her head before doing it, will edit and correct herself more often than she should, and shies away from any spotlight placed on her. But when she gets mad (it's rare, but it happens) steer clear, because she gets scary. She is a firm believer in right and wrong, fair justice, fair treatment, and that everyone deserves kindness and respect. She's soft-spoken but her words always carry weight.

Short Bio:
Ever since she was a child, Azalea loved nature and everything about it. She often thought it was just a coincidence, being named literally after nature and then having an affinity for it. She had always been the quiet kid who played with plants, read too many books, and didn't have a whole lot of friends. She much preferred the company of plants and books to people, finding people confusing and tedious. Plants didn't want anything from you but water and sunlight, they didn't leave you when you weren't interesting enough, and they didn't expect you to fill the silence with mindless noise. Azalea could have spent her entire life in the forest, or a greenhouse, anywhere there was foliage and life.

She had gotten a job in a flower shop, with it's own greenhouse or two, and she loved it. Her life was simple, go to work, come home, read a book, go to bed, and then do it all over again. She loved it. She loved her two cats (two female orange cats named Barley and Clove), her three snakes (one Rosy Boa named Rose, ironically enough....a ball python named Sage, and a corn snake named Lemon), and her bearded dragon named Stella. When she wasn't at work or tending to her garden, she was spending time with them. They were her closest friends.

Her life was simple... and then she awakened.

She'd been at work, tending to the flowers in the greenhouse when she had heard a noise outside, it had sounded like a strangled cry. Azalea had walked outside, where a small fountain that flowed into a slightly larger pond sat. The water was acting strangely, taking form...the form of of a woman? It was some sort of human-like figure but with longer, pointier ears. Azalea had read about elves, but they couldn't actually exist. Convinced she was losing her mind, she almost turned back into the greenhouse. But then, it was like her head was splitting open, her vision went blurry for a moment, and she had this cacophony of voices explaining that she was a successor...to the goddess Demeter. Before she could even gather her bearings, her vision cleared and the voice vanished. The small tool in her hand (she'd been using a small, hand tiller to tend to the soil) seemed to transform before her eyes into a slightly larger green sickle and gold sickle.

Azalea wasn't sure what compelled her to jump into action, instinct over thought for sure, but she felt herself lunge forward and slash at the figure with her sickle. The water exploded into a pool and splashed onto the ground, and Azalea stood there panting.

So, that was why she loved plants...why she'd always felt an affinity for them. She remembered looking down at her hands, wondering where her life would lead her now. The voice had told her to find the others, making her believe she wasn't the only one. Had they all randomly awoken with strange weapons like she had? What else about her had changed? Azalea's head swam, what had she just gotten into?

Okay, I think she is finally done, lemme know if I need to fix anything :) @MintRolls

Olympus Rising

I will try and get my CS out tonight and by the latest, tomorrow before work :)

Olympus Rising

Reserving Demeter please :)

Hobey-Ho Let's Go!

Booop~ and a bump!
Still craving Doctor Who, Black Clover, Fairy Tale, and Criminal Minds. Would also be down for Dragon Age.

AND THE BOBBY PENDRAGON SERIES

Camp Wyaconda, August 1991

Max

Max picked at the food on her plate as she listened to her music, eyes flicking up occasionally to see the various camp counselor's approaching their cabin's tables to go over the schedule for the day. Max had already read and memorized hers; crafts, then canoeing, then archery. Max wasn't all that crafty, but they were definitely looking forward to canoeing and archery. They loved the water, and they'd been using their trusty slingshot for years. She was sure that archery couldn't be that much different. Max looked forward to practicing and seeing how good she could be with the bow. Maybe it was a secret skill she hadn't unlocked yet, like all those novels she read about various heroines destined to save the world. She was a huge fantasy and science fiction buff, and she loved a good dystopian novel.

Max flicked her eyes to a younger looking blonde that approached her table, clearly older than the kids at camp. Max thought she was their cabin counselor or whatever, and as the blonde approached the table, Max knew she was right. They just wished that they remembered the girl's name.

"Alright Sunbeams, today we have a jam-packed schedule full of fun!" The blonde stated in a chipper tone and Max had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. She was way too perky. Max wondered if she was paid more for her overtly positive attitude, or if that's just how she was...happy, all the time. Max turned down the volume on their music just a little, so that she could hear. She might not be the nicest person ever, but she tried to at least be kind of respectful.

"First up, arts and crafts. The we all hit the water for some canoeing and after? Well, lunch, and then archery! How fun does that sound? Okay, everyone finish up and off you trot," The blonde finished with a bounce on her toes, grinning broadly and then walking amongst the kids sitting at the table, answering any questions they had.

Max had no questions. Instead they proceeded to finish eating their breakfast quickly, stood up, and walked over to dump their tray at the station where the kitchen staff stood waiting. Max walked back to where their skateboard stood waiting, grabbed it up, and left the hall without another word, turning the volume up on her music as she rolled away. It was time for arts and crafts, and Max was already debating skipping it. She could just go hang down at the lake if she wanted, no arts and crafts needed. But she promised her parents she would behave. She went back in forth in her mind as she rolled her skateboard to the arts and crafts area, trying to figure out what she was going to do. They hadn't really made any friends yet, but they had their music. That was all they needed really, though, a friend or two might be nice.