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I've been a part of the IRC chat for 4 years now, and it's where I've met some of the most wonderful, crazy, genuine and caring people. It was a great honour working with papa (Harsh) and my boobs (you know who you are <3), and the garden master and the rest of the op team. I feel like I've made some life long friends that will always be there for me when I need someone, and I will always be there for them too.

When the news came to me I was extremely sad, it felt like I was losing a little part of me, but we had a great run, and I couldn't have asked for a better bunch of weirdos for friends.

RIP #roleplayerguild <3.
Sheet is finally done and updated :) Please let me know if anything needs to be changed!! I just realised that I've essentially gotten myself a near mute character until she can control her powers LOL.
Sorry everyone, holidays have been kind of stupid busy for me for the past little bit. I will get my sheet finished and up asap >_<!
This is still a WIP, I probably won't have time to finish this unless we're NOT going snowboarding tomorrow.

Name: Cassiel Novak
Age: 28
Gender: Female

Physical Description:
Coming in just under 5’8”, Cassiel is just tall enough to not need high heels but loves them nonetheless. She has a head of sun kissed blond curls that frames her face, her cheekbones are high, nose tall and chin pointed, and she looks much younger than her 28 years of age. Her pouty lips are naturally cherry red and her crystal blue eyes glint with speckles of gold. She holds her frame well, and a lifelong love of sports keeps her in good shape; hard, sinewy muscle resides under soft feminine curves.

Mundane Skills:
Cassiel graduated college with a degree in interactive design and computer science focusing on web development. Before the world was plunged in emergence chaos Cassiel worked as a freelance web designer and developer. She was also the head organizer of local developer meetups.

Supernatural:
When the shit hit the fan, so to speak, Cassiel began experiencing moments of nausea followed by blackouts. She always came to surrounded by men, both strangers and friends. They would look at her with undisguised lust and need, but none acted upon those desires. At first.

The power of what she could only describe as the Siren’s Song grew stronger even as she became more aware of it. She stopped experiencing blackouts, but every time she opened her mouth to speak men around her would step into her personal space until one day, a man with more guts than most, made to grab her.

The Siren’s Song can act as a beacon and cause confusion. As the power grows stronger it can develop in multiple branches such as mind control, hypnosis, musical empathy and even death. Cassiel is in the early stages of her powers, she can only affect men and lure them in with her voice, but have no affect on women.

The Siren’s Song does not affect animals. Cassiel does not have any physical changes.

Character History:
Cassiel grew up in the heart of New York City. Her family tread the line between well off and filthy rich. After she graduated from university her parents helped her with the purchase of a swanky two bedroom condo on the outskirts of downtown. Cassiel began working as a web and brand designer for a local web development firm for two years, until she felt she had mastered her craft and moved on to become her own boss.

Five years into being her own boss, Cassiel was a successful web designer and developer, working with a couple of contractors that she regularly outsourced to. She began a meetup for local developers and others working in the tech field, bringing the community together.

Needless to say Cassiel is a social butterfly. She liked throwing parties at her place and going out with her friends, and she had a lot of friends. She enjoyed the challenge of organizing large events for her ever growing meetup of professionals just like her, and loved being the center of every one of those events.

Psychological Profile:
Although her career path was a solitary one, Cassiel grew up in a well rounded family with a sunny outlook. She enjoyed people and even took some psychology and sociology classes in college to better understand them. When she was younger, Cassiel was the life of the party, and as she grew older, she became the centre of them.

Cassiel believed in the goodness of human nature. She volunteered at soup kitchens in her earlier days, and had since helped run numerous fundraisers and plan events free of charge.

Although she had come in contact with poverty and social injustices through her volunteering, having grown up in a pampered and sheltered life Cassiel was still a princess in some ways. She enjoyed her ladies night out and spa days. She truly believed that in order to shower love onto others, she needed to love herself first.

When magic returned, it was fascinating. Cassiel viewed the emergence of new powers and magic as a move forward in human advancement. It was only until after she discovered her own powers that things took a turn for the worse. She found that she could no longer speak without the fear of attracting unwanted attention. For a social person and an event organizer, not speaking was detrimental.

Cassiel was still able to conduct her day job through emails, but she had to resign from all positions that required her to work with people face to face. She became secluded and only kept a handful of closer girl friends around. She was well aware of the panic that Emergents caused, therefore she kept her powers to herself, not even telling her parents even as they asked after her, genuinely worried that something was wrong with their usually outgoing daughter.

Eventually it became impossible to live in New York City, where her family and friends constantly bombarded her with questions and inquiries. They meant well, but it became increasingly difficult for Cassiel to lie about what’s truly happening to her, so one day she decided that it was time for a change of scenery.

Possessions:
2011 VW Golf - Before moving Cassiel traded in her convertible for something less conspicuous and more practical.

Moose - Orange tabby cat. When Cassiel realised that animals were unaffected by her powers she got herself a cat that she could talk to.

Laptop and PC - Doing web contracts was her source of income, so Cassiel still maintained a fairly up to date rig and something more portable for leisure use.

Rental suite - Cassiel did not want to leave any obvious paper trails, so she opened up a bank account under a false identity purchased from an online hacker friend and canceled all her credit cards. She was lucky when she found the floor level suite in a house owned by an elderly woman, and paid rent in cash every month.

Cassiel has no weapons, and has no real training with firearms.

Occupation:
Web developer and designer.

Relationships:
After the move Cassiel’s mostly kept to herself. She talked to Moose when things got too quiet, and enjoyed quiet evening chats with her landlord, Marge, whom she shared the kitchen and laundry with.

She kept in contact with a few contractors that she outsourced to for work, but those she communicated with strictly over email. She called her parents once in a while to let them now she was doing well, but never left any trails for them to trace back to her.
Will work on a sheet asap, hoping to get it up early next week since weekends are usually taken up with family stuff =(...
Colour me super interested! Thanks for the link!
Woot I just remembered that we have a thread for this, so I'm going to pimp a little okay? For those that require gluten free and lactose free cookings, check out my site http://paleomushi.com/ for some fun simple recipes.

Just to sort of start things off I present to you my No Churn No Machine Green Tea Ice Cream :D!

Aphrodite, or rather Fay cursed under her frosty breath as she stretched her cramped limbs. It was a harsh night and Fay had to make a hasty camp against a large tree and some hard packed snow surrounding it. Fay was on the hunt again, and although she usually enjoyed this initial stage of tracking and observing, the destination of her soon to be victim just so happened to be in the heart of the Northern countries. Born into the more gentle weathers of the South, Fay was not used to the harshness and dangers the cold could bring. If it wasn't for the advice of an old man from a tavern she'd stayed at days ago, she would have frozen to death in the snow.

The slight woman yawned then made sure her four throwing knives were still snuggly tucked away on the inside of her wide leather belt. Then she first checked her hunting knife, then her small pack of provisions. Only two strips of salted beef and a mouthful of cheese left, with no fruit and no water Fay was going to need to find a proper shelter soon, or face the near impossible task of hunting in the snow.

As the sunlight reflected almost painfully into her eyes, Fay shouldered her sack and trudged on. The man she was to kill was a rich merchant of silks and other fine cloths. He'd recently found a new way to treat them so that darker coloured dyes did not run. It fetched him not only unimaginable wealth but also a favourable place amongst the nobles. He was also all talk and no walk with his bedroom skills. It was Fay's plan to follow him on his next business trip, "coincidentally" bump into him at a tavern, charge him a ridiculously large sum for a night of pretend passion, then slit his throat before the first crow of the cock.

A fine plan, but only one small hiccup. Fay was lost.

She'd lost his tracks the first night the snow hit, and ever since she'd been trying to catch up to him but to no avail. Now stuck in this God forsaken forest covered in this most unpleasant frosty powder, Fay cursed loud and colourful once more. She knew the general direction he was headed, and so decided to continue onwards in hopes of making it to his destination.

Time passed slowly, one foot after the other Fay pushed on, her toes grew numb and she could feel a tingling in her finger tips. Panic started to set in, but before it could spread like a wild fire Fay squinted against the tree line and saw the silhouette of a structure. She started to run, not caring that her sweat would freeze against her skin, until she came upon the structure. A sign read "The Unorthodoxy" appeared, and a door right under it.

"Damn but this wood feels good..." Fay murmured to herself as she laid a hand on the heavy wooden door. With a sigh she pushed through and almost cried out as a blast of hot hair hit her face. Her expression changed then, her body language, posture and tone of voice all changed right back to that of Aphrodite, a woman of confidence and dripping sexuality. She licked her dry lips, allowing saliva to plump up the petals, before acknowledging the greetings of a dwarf.

"I do hope this place has some suitable rooms, I'm going to require a lavender scented bath and some hot food."
Name: Aphrodite/Fay

Age: 25

Sex: Female

Race: Human

Class(lol): Prostitute Assassin

Bio:
Aphrodite is obviously not her birth name, however throughout time it became a name more suited to her needs and profession. Orphaned at the young but ripe age of fourteen, Aphrodite learned the art of free running and thievery quickly, relying on both skills to steal food, clothing and money to survive. She'd climbed many windows, heard many secrets, and witnessed many vile deeds done by men of supposed nobility.

It was one unfortunate night when Aphrodite was forced upon by her first "client" inside a deserted alley, a man with hairy arms and bad breath from whom she'd stolen a loaf of bread. When he was finished with her he told her she'd paid sufficiently for the stolen loaf. On a rage born of anguish and humiliation she'd jumped at him as he turned away and stabbed him in the neck with a broken stick. The rest was history, and selling herself was faster money than stealing spare change. Blessed or cursed with a youthful appearance, Aphrodite became quite popular, and was soon one of the richest business woman in town. Even then she could never forget that night when the baker's warm blood trickled down her fingers and forearm, that feeling of triumphant exultation as she became a Goddess of Death.

Men have always needed pillow talk, and powerful men even more so. The idea jumped out at her as she listened to one client wishing death upon a business rival. On impulse she told him of an assassin she'd used in the past, and assured him that this assassin was good and efficient. His eyes had glinted with malice as he agreed to setting up the contract. Thus Fay was born, an identify for an identity, and she was the Goddess of Death once more, savouring each kill, and being paid for it.

Picture or description of character:
Being malnourished her whole life Aphrodite never grew tall, stopping at a whopping 4'11" and weighing in at around 100 pounds on a good day. Despite her tiny stature she'd filled out her frame quite well on her later gained wealth. Her long, thick black hair reached the small of her back, her bright hazel eyes sharp and observant. She has a tiny button nose and a pair of plump cherry red lips, her rosy cheeks gave her a youthful and innocent glow. During the day she likes her silks and satin, her current favourite dress a long flowing gown of white silk with am empire waist line and a short train. As Fay she prefers form fitted black leather leggings and a black silk shirt, the silk more to help stop arrows than making a fashion statement.

Aphrodite was a quiet child, but the years spent on the street then in the beds of men had turned her into a charmer with a silver tongue. She could talk the dead back to life and make any man think that she was in love with him. On the surface she is a good citizen, paying her taxes and attending any and all city events, however all this money and power over men bores her, and she yearns for Fay's next contract, as it will inevitably come. She loves the killing, loves watching the life fade from the eyes of a living person as she or he desperately hung onto life. She is a true sociopath with a taste for blood.
Prostitute/Assassin dibs!
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