*sighs dramatically* He could have been the Wine God's son... Ohhh the possibilities.
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I'm Sterling, I've been writing/roleplaying for 11 years now. I like reading, writing, singing, dancing, horse back ridding and dog training.
I like highly detailed plots and games. While I don't think all posts should be three or four paragraphs long, I think it is harder to have quality with stunted posts.
I'm more into fantasy and historical than sci fi etc. but if the writers are good, that's really what matters.
Please feel free to message me. I'm fairly good at being nice.
I like highly detailed plots and games. While I don't think all posts should be three or four paragraphs long, I think it is harder to have quality with stunted posts.
I'm more into fantasy and historical than sci fi etc. but if the writers are good, that's really what matters.
Please feel free to message me. I'm fairly good at being nice.
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@auspiciousPetal This is what I have so far. How do you want me to deal with the combat/magic part of The Dragon?
http://imgur.com/lGYCV
Name: Mildred Smith
Pronunciation: MIL-DRID Smith.
Alias: Dragon
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference (Optional): Why tie yourself down to one? Boy…Girl… Human. These are just titles that constrain us.
Age: 23
Birthdate: December 25th
Birthplace: Somewhere over the rainbow (Kansas)
Occupation: Bike Messenger
Position in Eurasha: DrAG-GON. I don’t do that tongue thing. I crack myself up!
BASIC PERSONALITY:
While I wouldn’t use the word Basic in anything describing me…Basically I’m fantastically awesome (ha see what I did there?).
I choose a path and I take it. Leap without looking. In a truth or dare game I always choose DARE. Impulsive, a bit of a prankster, cunning, wild, adventurous… A few words that people could use for me.
They might also use good natured, patient, quick to laugh…
A very few might say dangerous to anger or vengeful. I wouldn’t know about that…
BASIC APPEARANCE :
Tall and muscular but definitely female, Mildred has dark brown hair that is lightly curled and typically pinned up in some sort of retro up do.
With bright brown eyes and strong white teeth she is regularly smiling/smirking/winking. Her life and her liveliness is completely expressed in those wide eyes and expressive mouth. Oh and don’t for get those arching brows.
One arm is covered in a sleeve of tattoo of a briar thorn bush covered in roses. Each ear has several rings and it’s a fair bet she has …other… body piercings.
Mildred likes combat boots, skinny jeans and tank tops to show off her toned arms and rad ink.
She has a surprisingly rough and deep voice for a woman, perhaps speaking to her true draconic nature.
HISTORY:
Mildred grew up in a traditional house hold. Girls where dresses and are made of sugar and spiced rum and boys like puppies and snails…Or something…What’s that rhyme again?
Anyway! Very traditional. One mom, One Dad. Dad worked, Mom ‘made the house run’. One Brother, a cat and a dog. Suburban bliss, public schools, after school dance classes.
It was dandy… Except Mildred felt completely isolated and misunderstood. She wanted to race, to run, to jump, to fly. She had wild dreams and little to no self control. The moment she hit adolescence she was labeled a ‘problem child’.
The day she came home with her first belly button piercing her mother cried. And it broke Mildred’s heart to see her mother that way, but it broke her spirit to be confined. When it came time to attend college Mildred couldn’t leave the house fast enough.
Only College was just another set of rules with another set of people telling her how to live her life. Enough was enough. Becoming a college dropout as it were Mildred took any and every odd job. She worked at a farm to table restaurant, a local butcher, a nanny (that didn’t last long). Anything that would pay the bills for her sleazy apartment and keep up with her thrift store shopping. Hard work, easy work, as long as it entertained her.
And each and every job did. For a time. But being Mildred nothing stuck for long.
Her current job is more likely to last a bit longer than most, being a bike messenger keeps things different every day and she gets to be physically active, which Mildred enjoys. Flying around the city on her bike she feels almost as if she has grown wings.
COMBAT
Magical Abilities:
As for the Realm Dragon... Much detail must go into this, more than I wish to write. He's a totally undefined character so far. Much discussion will take place have you chosen him.)
Fighting Techniques (if any):
Weapon(s) of choice (if any):
Weaknesses in Combat:
Strengths in Combat:
Combat Skills From 1-10. (OPTIONAL)
Speed:
Agility:
Endurance:
Melee Combat:
Aim:
Medical Knowledge:
Basic Survival Skills:
Hunting:
Intellect:
Crafting:
Name: Mildred Smith
Pronunciation: MIL-DRID Smith.
Alias: Dragon
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference (Optional): Why tie yourself down to one? Boy…Girl… Human. These are just titles that constrain us.
Age: 23
Birthdate: December 25th
Birthplace: Somewhere over the rainbow (Kansas)
Occupation: Bike Messenger
Position in Eurasha: DrAG-GON. I don’t do that tongue thing. I crack myself up!
BASIC PERSONALITY:
While I wouldn’t use the word Basic in anything describing me…Basically I’m fantastically awesome (ha see what I did there?).
I choose a path and I take it. Leap without looking. In a truth or dare game I always choose DARE. Impulsive, a bit of a prankster, cunning, wild, adventurous… A few words that people could use for me.
They might also use good natured, patient, quick to laugh…
A very few might say dangerous to anger or vengeful. I wouldn’t know about that…
BASIC APPEARANCE :
Tall and muscular but definitely female, Mildred has dark brown hair that is lightly curled and typically pinned up in some sort of retro up do.
With bright brown eyes and strong white teeth she is regularly smiling/smirking/winking. Her life and her liveliness is completely expressed in those wide eyes and expressive mouth. Oh and don’t for get those arching brows.
One arm is covered in a sleeve of tattoo of a briar thorn bush covered in roses. Each ear has several rings and it’s a fair bet she has …other… body piercings.
Mildred likes combat boots, skinny jeans and tank tops to show off her toned arms and rad ink.
She has a surprisingly rough and deep voice for a woman, perhaps speaking to her true draconic nature.
HISTORY:
Mildred grew up in a traditional house hold. Girls where dresses and are made of sugar and spiced rum and boys like puppies and snails…Or something…What’s that rhyme again?
Anyway! Very traditional. One mom, One Dad. Dad worked, Mom ‘made the house run’. One Brother, a cat and a dog. Suburban bliss, public schools, after school dance classes.
It was dandy… Except Mildred felt completely isolated and misunderstood. She wanted to race, to run, to jump, to fly. She had wild dreams and little to no self control. The moment she hit adolescence she was labeled a ‘problem child’.
The day she came home with her first belly button piercing her mother cried. And it broke Mildred’s heart to see her mother that way, but it broke her spirit to be confined. When it came time to attend college Mildred couldn’t leave the house fast enough.
Only College was just another set of rules with another set of people telling her how to live her life. Enough was enough. Becoming a college dropout as it were Mildred took any and every odd job. She worked at a farm to table restaurant, a local butcher, a nanny (that didn’t last long). Anything that would pay the bills for her sleazy apartment and keep up with her thrift store shopping. Hard work, easy work, as long as it entertained her.
And each and every job did. For a time. But being Mildred nothing stuck for long.
Her current job is more likely to last a bit longer than most, being a bike messenger keeps things different every day and she gets to be physically active, which Mildred enjoys. Flying around the city on her bike she feels almost as if she has grown wings.
COMBAT
Magical Abilities:
As for the Realm Dragon... Much detail must go into this, more than I wish to write. He's a totally undefined character so far. Much discussion will take place have you chosen him.)
Fighting Techniques (if any):
Weapon(s) of choice (if any):
Weaknesses in Combat:
Strengths in Combat:
Combat Skills From 1-10. (OPTIONAL)
Speed:
Agility:
Endurance:
Melee Combat:
Aim:
Medical Knowledge:
Basic Survival Skills:
Hunting:
Intellect:
Crafting:
I'd also say that the Champions have a few more wild cards in their deck, several of which don't look as likely to do things as 'Champion-y' as the rest might like.
Plus the Splinter group might appeal to The Womb who looks pretty intense...
Plus the Splinter group might appeal to The Womb who looks pretty intense...
Hey Guys I want to post up my CS and might find time but I'm also having some family health issues that are distracting me.
Gunther I think our birthdays are the same day! How excittttting :)
@Smystar99 Gah thank you! I got so distracted about the Dragon train of thought I blanked on the rest!
@Smystar99 I didn't know a CS had been listed...?
Did I miss the OOC and CS? Gah!
Birth Name: Maeve Daughter of Rhiannon
Alter Ego: Eve
Gender: Female
Age: Not entirely sure… Time is so funny to think about. Seems like I was born in the mid 500’s AD. I look good for my age! (Appearance of mid 20’s)
Country of Origin: In what is now considered Wales
Archetype: Supernatural. Fae. Succubus.
Allegiance: Champions.
Appearance: http://www.fashiontvromania.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Madalina-Ghenea-01.jpg
Powers/Skills: As a Succubus I feed off of people’s energy. More specifically amorous, lecherous feelings. Sexual if you will. In return I can create these feelings of lust or love in a person. My powers of persuasion are vast. I merely need to be close enough to encourage a certain vibe as it were. A touch is more than enough.
Back when I was young I would take too much of my…’lovers’ energy and drain them entirely dry, leaving a corpse. But it’s been AGES since I’ve lost that kind of control. Now all I need is a sip here and there to keep me going. I don’t need to kill to survive. Of course the ability is still there…
As it is other than my complete ability to attract and persuade I’m in effect human. An extremely long lived human who won’t die until my head is chopped off or my body dismembered or starved to death… To be clear I don’t mean food. Anyway! No extra strength, no particular ability to heal or fly or cast flames. I can be injured just as easily as a human.
Equipment/Resources: I’ve been issued a gun of some sort…I believe they call it a 1911. I carry that around. I do miss the days with bows and arrows… I was quite handy with a knife. Do you remember when you had to carry around your eating knife? Those were the days. Ehem. I digress.
Biography: Being a live as long as I have, and for so much of it in the shadows and in a world no one ever accepted, I’ve become a little … What’s the word? Jaded? No that’s not it. Ambivalent about it all. Yes. I was born in a village with my mother and my father. They were fae as well. We lived with others of our kind and it was a lovely little life.
But Humans, as they are wont to do, eventually drove us out. Not intentionally, but purely by growing their own villages. Secrecy was paramount and when the humans came too close the clan was divided. By that time I was easily considered an adult and adventurous at that. I wanted to live among the humans as some of do, and feel and smell and taste their world.
What a world. So loud, so alive, so vile. I watched the rise and fall of petty fiefdoms and kingdoms. I marveled at their tenaciously and short lives. At their violence.They did so much for the small amount of time they were here. I rather fell in love with the race as a whole. Of course…They were also my source of energy. Of life. Food...
For eons I passed my time traveling and learning. Seeing all that there was and yet never being SEEN. For my appearance did not change, I did not age. I did not die. It sounds more lonely than it was. I always had fae I could be my true self with, and I had human friends who I could keep for a time before moving on.
Forever wanting to know more, to learn, to touch and smell and feel, I traveled their world and learned every new thing I could. Every language, every dance, every song. When the time finally came for us fae to proclaim our true existence and step into the light I was beyond ready. Even more so, when the position for the Champions was offered I leapt at the opportunity to shape the world I had watched for so long. To work close to other creatures like myself and unlike myself. To see more. To be seen.
The incident at Nagoya was …Regrettable. The Humans were livid… All their buildings smashed, people dead. I used the word regrettable for Culloden as well. And every French revolution there was (many). And those ‘world wars’. Humans have such short lives they cannot remember the horrors this world has gone through, and will go through. While it saddened me greatly to see my brethren fallen, and such a mess to be made, I suppose one might consider me dispassionate, for I do not feel the Champions did anything wrong. Accidents happen, lives will be lost. Regrettable but not damnable.
Special Notes: Not currently
Alter Ego: Eve
Gender: Female
Age: Not entirely sure… Time is so funny to think about. Seems like I was born in the mid 500’s AD. I look good for my age! (Appearance of mid 20’s)
Country of Origin: In what is now considered Wales
Archetype: Supernatural. Fae. Succubus.
Allegiance: Champions.
Appearance: http://www.fashiontvromania.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Madalina-Ghenea-01.jpg
Powers/Skills: As a Succubus I feed off of people’s energy. More specifically amorous, lecherous feelings. Sexual if you will. In return I can create these feelings of lust or love in a person. My powers of persuasion are vast. I merely need to be close enough to encourage a certain vibe as it were. A touch is more than enough.
Back when I was young I would take too much of my…’lovers’ energy and drain them entirely dry, leaving a corpse. But it’s been AGES since I’ve lost that kind of control. Now all I need is a sip here and there to keep me going. I don’t need to kill to survive. Of course the ability is still there…
As it is other than my complete ability to attract and persuade I’m in effect human. An extremely long lived human who won’t die until my head is chopped off or my body dismembered or starved to death… To be clear I don’t mean food. Anyway! No extra strength, no particular ability to heal or fly or cast flames. I can be injured just as easily as a human.
Equipment/Resources: I’ve been issued a gun of some sort…I believe they call it a 1911. I carry that around. I do miss the days with bows and arrows… I was quite handy with a knife. Do you remember when you had to carry around your eating knife? Those were the days. Ehem. I digress.
Biography: Being a live as long as I have, and for so much of it in the shadows and in a world no one ever accepted, I’ve become a little … What’s the word? Jaded? No that’s not it. Ambivalent about it all. Yes. I was born in a village with my mother and my father. They were fae as well. We lived with others of our kind and it was a lovely little life.
But Humans, as they are wont to do, eventually drove us out. Not intentionally, but purely by growing their own villages. Secrecy was paramount and when the humans came too close the clan was divided. By that time I was easily considered an adult and adventurous at that. I wanted to live among the humans as some of do, and feel and smell and taste their world.
What a world. So loud, so alive, so vile. I watched the rise and fall of petty fiefdoms and kingdoms. I marveled at their tenaciously and short lives. At their violence.They did so much for the small amount of time they were here. I rather fell in love with the race as a whole. Of course…They were also my source of energy. Of life. Food...
For eons I passed my time traveling and learning. Seeing all that there was and yet never being SEEN. For my appearance did not change, I did not age. I did not die. It sounds more lonely than it was. I always had fae I could be my true self with, and I had human friends who I could keep for a time before moving on.
Forever wanting to know more, to learn, to touch and smell and feel, I traveled their world and learned every new thing I could. Every language, every dance, every song. When the time finally came for us fae to proclaim our true existence and step into the light I was beyond ready. Even more so, when the position for the Champions was offered I leapt at the opportunity to shape the world I had watched for so long. To work close to other creatures like myself and unlike myself. To see more. To be seen.
The incident at Nagoya was …Regrettable. The Humans were livid… All their buildings smashed, people dead. I used the word regrettable for Culloden as well. And every French revolution there was (many). And those ‘world wars’. Humans have such short lives they cannot remember the horrors this world has gone through, and will go through. While it saddened me greatly to see my brethren fallen, and such a mess to be made, I suppose one might consider me dispassionate, for I do not feel the Champions did anything wrong. Accidents happen, lives will be lost. Regrettable but not damnable.
Special Notes: Not currently
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