Alex will be the Main Character. But putting Ash for not in case I want her as a secondary.
Name: Ashton Griffone
Nickname: Ash
Race: Human
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Appearance: Ash stands around 7'0 and is a lean skinny and almost lanky figure with light tanned skin. Short dirty blonde messy hair with her bangs covering her eyes a lot of the times, though she does push them to the side when using her sniper rifle. Has teallike colored eyes. She had a nasty scar on her face of what looks like a claw Mark from her right temple to her left side of the cheekbone, one going from the right cheekbone to the middle of the left cheek, and the last going from the middle of the right cheek to the left of the jaw. Is usually wearing baggy clothes, but almost always has her black coat with white fluff trimming. Usually wearing a grey tank top and beige cargo pants and black combat boots and black fingerless gloves. A red cloth around her left bicep with a golden symbol shaping a Griffon.
Weight: 220lbs Height: 7'0ft. Frame: Tall, skinny, well toned.
Personality: Ash is a very silent indivual, hardly ever speaking. Now that's not to say she's the lone wolf type, though it comes across that way. She's actually quite friendly, and is always willing to help others. Naively so. She'll just about do anything others asks of her as long as its within her moral code. But otherwise, it usually doesn't matter who they are, she's friendly towards just about everyone in her own way. A bit tomboyish, she dosnt really care about her appearance. Loyal to her comrades and friends, she'd do just about anything for them. Despite her sharp eyes, the rest of her is a bit klutzy and is usually the one either running straight into a walls to just falling off the deck or down the stairs. Maybe because she can be a bit of a space cadet. And having little to no sense of direction and just ending up lost.
Job: Sniper
Fighting Style: Aiming down sights and shooting from long range.
Weapons from strongest to weakest: Sniper Rifle, Dagger, Hands.
Gadgets: Compass
Armors/Outfits: Same in Appearance.
Weight Class: Moderate
Awakening: Her hands can be set on fire to assist in case anyone gets close to her. Helping her get a little distance. Though she sorta freaks out everything it happens.
Pros- She has excellent eyesight and hardly ever misses with her trusty sniper rifle, Levi. Generally sweet and a big teddy bear. Able to somewhat defend herself up close. Puts others before herself.
Cons- Major klutz when not too serious or on edge. Space Cadet. Dense. Although she can fight up close, she's not too amazing at it. So will tend to try to get away instead of staying in that position.
Racial Strengths- Good with multiple weapons, adaptive.
Racial Weaknesses- Not good with weather, not good with magic.
Background: Ashton is just your regular ol' human growing up on earth. Nothing fancy or spectacular. Growing up a orphan, Ashton doesn't have much memory before the age of ten. She's just always lived at the orphanage to her knowledge. She was a pretty quiet child, didn't talk much, but enjoyed exploring. One day, when playing by a bridge, she almost fell off it, but someone saved her. A woman of the military, and it was a start of her wishing to join the army. This woman was named Claire Griffon. Whom soon was kind enough to adopt the lanky child. A beautiful woman with a kind heart, with a bit of a stern way of upbringing, she still did her best to raise Ashton. Ashton ended up wanting to be exactly like Claire. Kind, able to show love to just about anyone. Not romantic... just... a pure emotion. It was hard to explain with words. When she turned the age of eighteen, she went off to follow her dream of following her adoptive mothers footsteps. Serving the armed service for three years, specializing with the sniper rifle. Though she retired and instead decided to train the next two as a firefighter. The army turned out just not to be for her, as she did not want to actually hurt people. She wanted to help them. Only staying so long was because she wanted to make Claire proud. However, one day she received a letter notifying Ashton that Claire passed away due to a accident that caused their apartment to be erupted in flames. Distraught and heartbroken, she felt completely lost, unsure what her purpose was anymore. However, after a few letters Claire had sent her prior, her confidence slowly returned. So she decided to do another physically active job that did help people that didn't exactly involve fighting people. Fighting fire. Deciding that was the best way to share kindness to others like others have shown to her.
However, war broke out in her country and she was drafted to return to the art of battle. She didn't really want to, but she had little choice. And she found herself shot in the heart after protecting a teammate.
Name: Alexandra
Nickname: Alex, Hothead(haha don't call her that)
Race: Amazonian Beast
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Just with canine ears, pointed saber fangs sticking from the upper lip, and a fluffy tail. Claws, and some reddish tribal markings along the arms, legs and back. Black horns sticking from the head like a bull.
Weight: 420 lbs Height: 8'0 ft. Frame: Tall, Muscular, toned, Built Solid
Personality: Alex is a hot tempered woman with a sharp tongue. She is brutally honest and speaks her mind without truly thinking it through. She at times can be immature and is easily side tracked when pushed to aggression. Often careless and reckless, she finds herself in bad situations a lot times that usually end up in a brawl. Despite her aggressive nature, she has a kind heart and believes in doing the right thing, of course what she thinks is right. She has a soft heart for women and children, mostly. Usually she is able to speak her mind clearly, but when she feels flustered or embarrassed, she tends to stutter, have a mental panic attack, before avoiding the situation awkwardly. She also tends to have a very overprotective nature when she does care for someone. Be it friendship or love interest. She's brave and loyal, and despite her gruff hot tempered nature and being difficult to socialize with, she's a bit talkative and in reality is pretty lonely. Though she'd never admit it. She gets irritated when someone brings up how she has no parents, being slightly jealous others have a family while she lives without one. She has great confidence in her abilities as a warrior and A adventurer but finds herself being modest when she is praised a lot, unused to it. Usually has difficulties talking about herself.
Job: Warrior.
Fighting Style: Swordsmanship or fists. Full frontal assault beat the face in. She's more graceful with the sword, just the fists are used in a wild anger.
Weapons from strongest to weakest: Fists, sword.
Gadgets: None. What use are toys in a fight?
Armors/Outfits: Appearance.
Weight Class: Heavy as ****
Awakening: Ability to shift between human, to current state, to full on beast.
Pros- Stupidly brave when it comes to fighting, kind at heart, protective and loyal, strong and can take a physical hit.
Cons- Overprotective, hot tempered, foulmouthed, dense, doesn't think things through a lot of times, weak to magic.
Racial Strengths- Incredibly strong and well built defensively against physical attacks.
Racial Weaknesses- Incredibly weak to magic attacks.
Background: In the world of Gizemli, a mystical land of dragons and beasts, wizards and witches, and queens and kinda is where Alex hails from. Originally she was a beast, what those who resides call a monster. Although she was a alone and was curious over the lives of those such as humans. Wishing to live as one. So she begged to the gods to grant her wish to live a life as one of them. After many, many years, the monster died from a dragon and the gods granted the wish. Taking the monster soul and body and formed it into a body that would be best suited for a such a creature.
What those of the world called a Amazon. A race of giant warrior women. The newborn babe was dropped in the ocean and wafted away to a island where a small civilization of humans found her. No parents, she was raised in the orphanage and named Alex after Alexandra, one of the goddesses. Often she was teased for her large and tall build, towering over the other children. Her short temper often getting her scolded. Born with the scar on her face that she received from the dragon a previous life, the priests of the island feared she was a demon child. Having been found with such a scare and coming from the water that she should of drowned from. So they veered her as a bad omen.
Having no friends and with rumors of her being bad luck as well as being different, she was often alone. Until she made a friend with another girl at the age of five. For many years they were the closest of friends. Practice fighting, playing, racing, prancing the church. Dreaming of leaving the island and becoming adventurers. Alex dreaming of a legendary swordswoman. At one point, her friend fell so I'll that most of the time, she had to be in a wheelchair. Alex, staying loyal to her best friend, stayed by her side and did anything for her. Once they grew up, they went on adventures anyway.
At one point, they ran into a warlock who could see what Alex truly was, never truly losing the beast she once was and was just reshape and stripped of memories of her previous life, and turned her body slightly more into her previous self. Using this, he used his magic to pull pieces of her memory back and make her realize what she was. A monster. Showing her the reason why she was different. Why she was abnormally strong. She got angry, freaked out, scared and tried to fight, but the magic was too strong and she ultimately fell and died.
Ashton was currently happily eating a basket of fries, they were quite delicious. And for a tall famished firefighter, it was pure bliss. She had already devoured the fish strips, the delicious source of protein completely gone. Digesting into her rumbling belly that demanded she feed it back all the calories she burned today. It always felt like she had a appetite really. Marine on the other hand was doing the usual checking out the other people around them.
"Mhmm we got a few cuties today~ Too bad we're in uniform and all grimy from work to actually go flirting." the auburn haired firefighter groaned as she rested her Firefighter coat on the back of her seat.
It was true, neither of them would be appropriate for a hanging out session. Both were sweaty and grimy, some leftover black ash and soot streaking their face and bare forearms. Definitely not a clean line of work. Least the owner didn't seem to mind their presence, plus they probably looked too tired to cause much trouble. Marine always seemed to like taking advantage of the perks that came with the job. Some lines of business' gave discounts or free samples, or perhaps a little extra job in case a bouncer needed some time off and the police couldn't be bothered.
"Oh I think I spy a newbie youngster." Marine purred in amusement, causing Ashton to pause her mauling of the fries. Gulping down the remains, her amethyst gaze looked over the people curiously.
A black haired man, perhaps around her age, sat in a stool at the bar counter, smelling of alcohol and smoke. The man looked a bit worn and tired, but he was still pretty handsome. He sorta reminded her of a character from one of those ol' timey noire shows. The man looked like he didn't particularly want to be bothered, yet perhaps was a little lonely as well. But that was just her guess from a glance. She bet he had a charming side to him. @Dynamo Frokane
Then there was a girl who perhaps seemed to have a... Dreamy presence. Or perhaps prickly? Best Ashton could describe was a pretty beautiful rose. So delicate and holding such beauty that everyone adores, yet having that thorny exterior that pricked people away from touching the soft pretty petals. Locking up the mysterious beauty all for herself. Safe and protected, yet also... Lonely. @Shin
But she was probably reading too much into it.
A man sat beside the black haired man, but this one had striking white hair and dark skin. Muscular and riddled with scars, perhaps more than herself, seemed to say something. The way he moved seemed familiar, but she didn't particularly want to jump to conclusions. Scars can come from anywhere and tell their own story. But they didn't define people. Though also seemed to be the prickly little bear similar to the others.@The Survivor
A woman seemed to be speaking to the two men. Out of the people the tall blonde has examined, this woman seemed to be the most outgoing and just a bundle of energy. The stranger reminded Ash a bit like Marine. Thrill seeker but not a idiot. Perking up as she heard the familiar term of 'Street Fighter' Ashton lightly smiled. Right, she had some new games to pick up. Ashton liked video games, but she hadn't had as much time to play them anymore. Still, on relaxing days she's play a game or two. Or go to the arcade. But she wasn't really a competitive type of person.@Lunaeria
Then there was a familiar face Ashton managed to recongize. Another white haired man with red eyes and pale skin. She remembered seeing him passed out a couple of months ago while she was here and met Amaya. It seemed he was waiting for someone and was growing a bit frustrated. Hopefully he didn't get wasted again. Otherwise she might have to carry him home. Still he looked cute, when he wasn't passed out and ready to vomit. @Evil Snowman
Last but not least was a girl Ashton was pretty sure Marine was referring to. A young looking red head with such a cute and adorable face. And compared to everyone else, she looked a little out of place. One would expect this one to be at Club LUSH instead, for its more peppy energetic atmosphere. Still, she looked pretty young and Ashton couldn't tell if the girl was really twenty-one or over.
"Ash, be a dear and go over there and put the brat in her place before gets herself mugged or something." Marine said, waving her hand lazily toward the red head.
Ashton looked at the young red head, then at Marine, slightly arching her left eyebrow questionably.
"Told ya, I hate brats. And I am not in the mood to deal with anymore. Plus you make a good intimidating looking bouncer. It's why the bartender or even the club asks you. Even if you are a pansy." Marine huffed, taking a sip of her drink.
Ashton gave a soft nervous chuckle. Despite how the two women didn't seem to be too far apart in age and how Ashton had been the one dealing with all the kids, he tall blonde complied. Sometimes rowdy folk come in and pick on girls who looked easy, so she didn't want this lady to get in a situation. Especially since it seemed she was on her own. Marine often said that if Ashton was at least close, the rowdy bunch would be intimidated enough to back off.
Ashton herself didn't particularly understand. Was she that ugly? Or scary? Did she look like Frankenstein's monster or something with her scars and height? Well there wasn't really any point in worrying about it.
Finishing the last of her fries, the boyish woman stood up, stretching her long body before lumbering toward the small red head. Who probably came around the blonde's stomach. Walking up behind the girl, the tall scar faced blonde gingerly removed her grimy work gloves before tapped the small left shoulder to get her attention. A friendly smile brightly lit on her face as her amethyst eyes gazed down at her, having to crane her neck foreword.
Giving a friendly little wave with her left hand, Ashton then stuck it into a pocket, rummaging around until she pulled out her wallet. Opening it up to reveal her ID, before turning it toward the stranger, tilting her head to the side in a questioning manner.@LovelyAnastasia
Few whose paths are intertwined, by only similar moments in their pasts, opposite they are in mind, body, and soul. Can the man who despises the world make peace from the women who adores it?
God damnit. I made Ashton too shippable with just about anyone I can feel it. XD
and Kieran was in the army as well, so they would have something in common. although if she tried to run up and hug Kieran that would be a funny interaction
Indeed. Similar background, but opposite personalities xD
SkullsandSlippers
