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i hope there'll be karaoke nights. My character'll be rocking to 4 Non Blondes.
Ira was amused by the conversation between this, Mr. Devil and this cute tiny irish man.@Billsomething
When he slammed an enormous diamond on the counter, her eyes fixated on the gigantic stone.

"A bevvy, i can agree to." She smiled at the thought, the gods know she needs it to keep up with this place.

"I did not expect a devil to be so, civil." She finished the last sip of her tea. "Of course compared to what the priests had thought us about you, horrible, grotesque creatures who live on destruction and human souls to an extreme extent."
@SkeletonShadow It was good enough that this place'll provide her sanctuary. She smiled back to her, it was very rare to encounter good and polite people nowadays, specially from where she came from.

The conversation was interrupted when a tight grip landed on her shoulder, the next thing she sees is a goat skull in a suit, who just brazenly made a pass at her. She wasnt sure if she would take offense, or just laugh at the sight before her.

@Billsomething"Well then," She said in her most polite tone. "Good for you, Mr. Devil, but I am not that kind of woman. Not that I wouldn't want to, of course, but I have been bound to chastity. It is a sad burden I must bear. "
"Wait!"

She tried to stop her@SkeletonShadow "If it isnt any trouble to ask, miss" she said "Where exactly am I?" She looked around, a place unlike she had ever seen, nor ever thought it existed. People who came from, gods know wherever, gather in groups while some keep to themselves. Whatever this odd place is, it can provide sanctuary from those government goons that she's desperately trying to run away from, at least for the time being.

@Mr_pink I always loved that picture of Ian Curtis in you avatar.
Yesterday i had the idea of making a The Runaways or Young Avengers RP, but this works too. Can i join this merry crew?
@6slyboy6 I....might? Although it was not a Starbuck's coffee but really, I just googled English surnames that starts with a T. I did not notice that though.

Irakonta Al Meguilu



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Ira is an old world tribal monk in a futuristic dystopian society from another universe. She appears to be human, with hints of alien features.She stands 5'8 tall, slender yet physically athletic. Her species doesnt grow head hair so she's bald, among other places. (wink) lol.

Age: early 20's

Gender:
Female

Rich or Poor?: poor-ish

Power Descriptions:
Spiritual Healer

Skills:
expert martial artist
adeptly plays the flute
can brew the best organic teas
can tie a cherry stem into a knot

Personality:
She is fun loving, outgoing and a bit rowdy when had to much to drink, unlike her people who are a bunch of broody beards. But she puts her demeanor in place, and shifts into the disciplined warrior when things get bloody serious. She is cautious when first meeting her, but will warm up if she fancies you.

Biography:
A tribal freedom fighter from an anarchistic, dystopian future, she grew up in a monastery and all her life she had been devoted to the spiritual learnings. When her home was attacked and was overwhelmed by the tyrannical government, she had to run, fending for herself ever since, using her skills to get by.

Likes:
sparring
meditating
fun people
animals

Dislikes:
broody people
morally cruel things

Fears:
being lost. Loneliness.

Weaknesses:
a good drink
good looking and good hearted people

Other:
that's about everything.

Theme Song:
"Reflection" by Synkro and Indigo
Irakonta almost jumped out of her seat to the sound of her voice, turning around to only see a friendly barmaid@SkeletonShadow.
"Uhm, yes..." She paused, she wasnt sure what to truly ask, or say as she was still very confused. After gathering her thoughts, she finally said. "I would like a cup of hot tea please. Mint."
Irakonta


A jumpy looking hooded fellow hastened inside the bar, outfitted with layered cloths and leather of both tribal and cyber design. The tattooed stranger seemed surprise, as if she had not intended to run into this peculiar place. She looked around to see the unusual crowd of different types and colors.

"Creators, how much shrooms did i snort lastnight?"she thought. However weird and unexpected this all is, she casually sits on a lone table, very watchful of the odd people around her.
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