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Magic RP (Open to new players)

Yssil nodded at Aerta’s explanation “All right. I understand.” He stiffened at her touch, even though it was gentle, and turned his head to watch her warily. “He said so. I understand, because my mother is much the same. But this is still very awkward,” he said tensely, not wanting to outright refuse her, especially because she already seemed self-conscious about her mothering tendencies, but not exactly comfortable with it either. Although Yssil had to admit, Aerta was very skilled at what she did, as he felt his muscles loosening despite himself.

𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼

@MissCapnCrunch Thanks! May I move her over?

𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼

@MissCapnCrunch Polished the sheet. It was mainly just some minor edits (adding pics, hopefully fixing the typos and such, changed some bio details). As for the Kings' leader position...I'm too ambivalent about it to take it up for now.

𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼

Eleonara Osborne

Appearance

Nicknames/Alias: “Leona” by friendly acquaintances

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Ethnicity: Caucasian

State: Canada, Winnipeg

Appearance Details: Eleonara is just above average height for a female and is deceptively lithe for how tough and powerful her body can actually turn out to be. Despite how much she likes to look at jewelry and can appreciate flashy aesthetics on others, she prefers to wear unassuming sportswear; casual, easy to move in, and useful for both jogging and racing. The way Leona stands out with is colouring her hair a fiery red; her naturally light green eyes are also compelling. She will occasionally wear an expensive watch on her right wrist, and it seems to be a different one every time she decides to have one. Her trousers’ pockets are just the right size and style to easily fit her weapons and let her swiftly draw them out in need. She has several outfits for clubbing; tight leather trousers, various colourful shirts and form-fitting dresses. She will often wear, or at the very least carry with her, a pair of tough black leather gloves.

Tattoos, Piercings, Scars, Other: The Kings insignia (fully coloured) on her right shoulder. Small scars all over her body (notably: a long thin diagonal line across her belly, a horizontal slash on her right outer thigh, several small cuts on her left forearm). A belly piercing and two simple (silver square) studs in each ear lobe.

Brand Tattoo Placement: Left wrist

Assets and Bank Account:
- Stored (in bank): 384,715$ and 29,633$ in gold, gems and similar.
- Anything between 20$ to 500$ on her person and/or in her flat (in a hidden, old-fashioned but sturdy safe)

- A flat in Korven

- A studio bordering on Eden

- Has access to a Kings’ secure garage, which contains several vehicles

- Her weapons

Gang Affiliation: The Kings!

Occupation: Manager, (professional) racer

Sanction: Korven

Favourite Season: Spring. There’s always something to look forward to in a new year!

Personality:

+Pragmatic: I do so love chaos. But some things just aren’t practical.

+Intelligent: Just because I’m above average on brawn, doesn’t make my brain mediocre. Underestimate me all you want; it only works to my own advantage.

+Possessive: What is yours is mine, what is mine is mine alone. Advantageous for acquiring (and maintaining) assets. And you better believe I take care of what I own.

+Attractive: Besides looking good, I have a knack for finding like-minded people and convincing on the reluctant ones.

-Unscrupulous: If I were a “spread love not hate” type, however could I do what I do? Admittedly, it makes some things a bit harder (inspiring true loyalty, for one).

-Thrill-seeking: I don’t often do drugs; I prefer the natural high obtained from various dangerous activities. One of the key ingredients for a premature death, but what would life be without some fun?

-Non-emphatic: I generally don’t really care for others, even if I understand where they’re coming from. Every single person can be replaced with someone else, even I.

-Envious: If I can’t have it, others shouldn’t either.

On the surface, Eleonara is a simply fun-loving and charming girl, easy to be around and to befriend. She seems to be laid-back and without much of a care for worldly affairs, good to have around for any group gathering or other social activities. Leona has exactly the level of likeability which draws a certain kind of people in and hooks them long enough to make exit rather difficult (usually resulting in death or a mysterious disappearing). Since early childhood, she has always strived to learn whatever was beneficial for her, not just to get by but to thrive in the cut-throat world she found herself in.
There are very rare people that Leona lets close enough to what would be considered a real friendship, because she realizes her world-view isn’t a common on. She sees others as tools; but not only that – she also views her own mind and body as a tool to be kept safe and sharpened to use in the pursuit of whatever desires or goals she strives after. People are her plaything, and so is her own life. Though the idea of death doesn’t bother her per se, she has developed enough caution to do her best to stubbornly stay alive as long as she can, even if only to present a thorn in other people’s sides.

+Likes: Violence, Being rich, Knives, Treasure (jewelry, gold, gems and anything shiny and glittering and valuable), Chocolate, Alcohol, Sex

-Dislikes: Rich people, The Unseen, Stuck-ups, Weakness, Lecturing (moral superiority BS), Being forced to obey

Hobbies and Interests: Street racing, Fighting, Collecting (whatever happens to strike my fancy), Art (Personally, I dabble in photography and digital art)

Small Biography: Eleonara was born into an average family in Korven; she was the only child her parents could afford and the three of them shared living space with some other inhabitants. Her parents did all they could to scrape by, both honest and dishonest work, legal and illegal activities. Her father mostly engaged in physically demanding work, her mother made ties with drug dealers, smugglers and other low-tier gangs for easy profit with high risks. Leona still remembers when her parents once asked her what she wanted for her birthday, and she said she wanted to go to school. Enrolling her with their financial situation wasn’t the easiest, but once she got in, she stayed in; she strived for high achievements and so got a stipend, which partly covered the costs, on her own merit.

Her mother managed to get the whole family (and even their co-residents) entangled with The Kings, first by getting pregnant with one of their members while working a job in one of their clubs, and secondly by falling into a loan-shark scheme (she was convinced to do so by the same male who impregnated her). And even if the Osbornes benefited short-term with the amount of money she borrowed, The Kings got very persistent about getting their and in a few years demanded final recompense. Since they couldn’t get the money, they demanded the most precious thing Simone could offer in return – her daughter. Both Gene and Simone Osborne pleaded with them to take Aidan, the bastard spawn, instead, but in the end they just took both children and caused plenty of material damage to their residence as well.

Eleonara and her half-brother Aidan were still young and adapted easily enough. Leona managed to stay in the public-school system, while Aidan was taught by whomever saw fit to deal with him. They were both trained in various criminal activities and the siblings strived, spurned on both by competing with each other and by a shared desire to survive at all cost. At 16, Leona finally made some profits that she could keep and she dedicated half a year to learning the basics of business, then started making small investments, which she increased during the following years based on her experience; this habit would eventually get her to a respectable amount of money in a few years.

When Leona was 19 and Aidan 14, they were both tasked to prove their loyalty to the Kings. This involved killing and stealing from every of their past acquaintances (excluding gang members and allies), which meant acting against their parents, former co-residents, some neighbours and in Leona’s case, some of her former classmates. Eleonara didn’t mind the assignment on its own, but the fact that she was still treated as a mere pawn galled her. Either way, the siblings accomplished their work and were finally recognized as official, important members of The Kings (each receiving a tattoo). So their life continued, though they rarely saw each other after this one shared duty they had had. Eleonara became seriously involved in street racing and was lauded as a prodigy within the year, winning soon and often. She also stayed involved in other crime activities, slowly but surely amassing her personal wealth and climbing up the ranks of the gang.

Eleonara was 25 when her half-brother died in a truly idiotic event. He got involved in a fight drugged out of his mind and died. Even before, Leona hadn’t often indulged in drugs, but after that stayed almost completely clean through sheer obstinacy and unwillingness for her life to be controlled by the same thing which did her sibling in. In the following years, Leona became one of the top female King members, engaging less and less in street racing and more and more in investments (mostly for personal profit, though a percentage went into the gang’s finances), recruitment of new Kings members, and taking part in whichever criminal activities she found most fun at the moment.

Family Members:

Father: Gene Osborne – Deceased

Mother: Simone Osborne – Deceased

Half-brother: Aidan Osborne – Deceased

Relationships:

Roommate and fellow Kings member: Kim Sibley

Friend with benefits, co-worker: Robert Van Exel

I had thought of making her the Kings' leader, but that seems like too much work, so now she's just a (high-in-rank) member, I think. And there are still edits to make, I'm pretty sure, but otherwise the above is what I had in mind.

𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼

Oh, I just assumed that the majority of (limb) hacking occurred in Lisden and not many important/valuable people would actually be there. But it's a different thing if the stealing of identity happens first and then shipping the remains (dead or alive) off to Lisden.

𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼

So, I can hardly believe I discovered this only yesterday evening, but I'm super interested. I'll do my best to make a CS soon enough (this sunday is the first deadline, right?). I'll see how it goes, I guess. Btw, what exactly are the severed limbs used for - transplantation, food, other things? (I'm guessing it's mostly a cheaper alternative to robotic limbs)

Word association Game!

Edge

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Ineraz Evrenarth

The business meeting finally over, Ineraz let his guest be escorted back out of the estate, while he strode in the opposite direction, feeling vaguely satisfied. As well as the meeting had gone, his mind was now on entirely different matters already. Fulfilling the promise he had made to himself, he went to check up on his hounds. They were settled well in a stable; there was no other suitable place for them at the estate, but they seemed content with the lodgings.

“Nor!” he called the leader of the pack that had been following him earlier – the other two groups of Drakken and their accompanying packs were not back just yet – and all of them came running. Based on the hints of blood around their muzzles, they had eaten recently. Good. The alpha male was large enough that when Ineraz crouched down to give him a friendly scratch behind the ears, they were almost shoulder to shoulder. He had plenty of smaller hounds as well, but most were left back home. With a playful glint in his eyes, Nor tackled him, and they tussled, Ineraz besting him easily. Ineraz patted him and some others, then left them to their activities and dusting himself off, went to attend his other occupations. From the backyard, he returned inside to find Kasycra.

“An invitation for the upcoming tournament, Ineraz,” his older brother handed over the letter to him as soon as Ineraz entered his study. Even though it was not for him, specifically, but rather a general invitation for them both (and for their father, if he fancied to show up), a pleased smile spread across Ineraz’s face, his mood made even lighter. Noticing his expression, Kasycra stated “I take it you will join,” his matter-of-fact tone revealing his neutrality on the matter.

“As much as I dislike being put on as part of a show,” Ineraz’s derision for the concept was clear, but as he also had a spark of interest in his eyes, the reason for it made clear by the following, “I do not want to give up on this fine opportunity for the sake of a minor aversion of mine.”

“Do you intend to curry favour with some other nobles, hmm?” His older brother was obviously teasing him now, though knowing him, he was probably at least partly serious, even if it was a minor part.

Ineraz rolled his eyes “The only care I have as far as the tournament is concerned is a good fight. Hopefully several good ones,” he said wistfully. Before his mind could wander too far, his brother interrupted him.

“I do hope I need not lecture you on the other possible merits,” and demerits went unsaid but was very obviously implied in Kasycra’s dry statement.

Ineraz gave him a very flat stare. “No,” he replied curtly and tonelessly.

Kasycra made a noncommittal noise, then proceeded after inspecting Ineraz rather thoroughly, especially his apparel. “You are obviously still travel-worn. Go take care of yourself,” his dismissive yet subtly fussy attitude left Ineraz torn between loathing and exasperation. Prudently, he chose to focus on the latter. As he was already heading out, his brother added off-handedly “Do your best to represent our house tomorrow.” Ineraz left the room without offering any kind of a reply.

He went to the room designated as his, and took off his armour to give it some maintenance; polishing, checking for wear, tears, rust or dents. His armour consisted mostly of dark beige and dark grey leather, with a few metal additions. Overall, his gear was made to maximize maneuverability and offered light but still vital protection. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, now only in a tunic, he also had his weapons spread out before him, considering them.

A crossbow and a bow, useful for long range and very handy for hunting. But pit-fighting might not be the most suitable for either. His sword; one-handed and somewhat curved with an accompanying scabbard of a faded red and light grey colour, a small version of their coat-of-arms depicted on one side. His hunting knife, definitely not something that he would bother taking for the fights as its purpose was mainly skinning and cutting up animal meat. And his trusted side-arm, a dagger. He took his time sharpening and cleaning both bladed weapons he would use. He took the opportunity to check his long-ranged weapons as well as his arrows and bolts, though it was unlikely he would take either for the tournament. After all, those fights were usually close-quarters and in the event that he required to attack from a longer range, he had his elements.

It was well into the night when he finally finished taking care of his apparel and weapons. Now, there was only his own body left, and he took a long bath, luxuriating in in the warm water, both its temperature and form something he could easily control. After that, he went to bed, stuck his dagger between the mattress and headboard, his sword leaning close-by on a dresser and in one of its drawers, his knife. He trusted his family more than he would a stranger and not quite as much as his Drakken, but there always was a reasonable limit to trust. Even taking in account the command he had over his elements, being unarmed and not even close to a weapon would be a folly, anywhere. Soon, he relaxed into sleep.

Summary

After his meeting, Ineraz goes to check on his hounds and plays with them for a bit. Then, he has another chat with his brother. He finishes the day with preparations for the tournament.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

“That would be perfect, thank you,” Yssil told Aerta. As soon as she brought him the fare, he dug in, finishing the meal in minutes. “Just what I needed,” he exhaled in satisfaction. “I have no experience with farming, but do you think Adykon might want my help?” he asked her. Now that he had eaten, he felt much better. Rest would improve his condition even more so, but he didn’t want to spoil the sleep he would eventually get when night settled. And now that he was training more intensely again, he would just have to get used to a certain level of constant strain, until his body got used to it and strengthened through it. Who would have thought that his time of travel, during which he only had few occasions to practice (and even that on his own) would affect him so? Then again, even back home he had no tutors on the level of Adykon. Here, he would learn; so much more. Yssil was certain of that.

Word association Game!

Goodness