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Current Recently returned from an extended period of. . . not being here, I guess? Looking to start some stories, so gimme a message if you've got ideas you think I might like!
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Lol we should make @King Kindred do it :p
I should post more plots I think.
Hmm. . . . Idk. Who has an idea where to start?
Aria Eren



Staning at an average five foot six, Aria is lean and lithe, built for speed with a surprising amount of strength in her body. Doctors estimate that twenty percent of her skin is scar tissue from her years training.

Weapon Proficiency
Aria excels with ranged weaponry, mostly bows and sniper rifles where she has one though she has been known to use a slingshot or blow darts when necessary. When in close range she prefers a pair of scimitar or a naginata, seeing as her physical strength is nothing compared to that of some of the other Warrior projects and soldiers.

Personality
She has been known to show no mercy or emotion when hunting, though when off duty she enjoys having fun because she knows she could die at any time while out on a mission. She's honest and blunt, though stll rather socially awkward because of her upbringing, preferring rather to train than associate with strangers. The vast majority of what she experienced, as one of the few female Warriors, is unknown to everyone except her and those who were the doctors assigned to her particular case.
Hey! @King Kindred It's your turn~
The Drow had watched as the scene began to unfold around her and several of the others began to move already, turning to help or hinder one another as the door burst open and three beings walked in. Allowing herself to drop into infrared vision she watched the heat signatures of the others move about and suddenly one was still, frozen by the Painted Elf who she'd attempted to avoid for a time but called him to her again pretending to need his help. In all honestly, she planned on slaughtering the tavern in the first place and the appearance of the Salvagers only made it easier for her as she looked down at them. The siren summoned something, a demon it looked like and she smirked, knowing that that thing would attack the first thing to go near it as she had dealt with such a thing before and as the Salvager neared a few others attacked it.

Fade glanced at the other, the one to have killed the barkeep and grinned again, allowing her spell of invisibility to fade away while she touched her cloud of darkness over the Siren and her Demon. Suddenly she dropped, spinning in the air to wrap her thighs around the neck of the third Salvager, bringing the dagger in her hand around to plunge into the things chest while she bore it down to the ground, elegantly flicking around so she would landing on it while repeatedly driving her dagger into all vital areas she could get near. The Drow did not linger to see if it was really dead, instead she rolled off and ducked to the side with a wicked glance at the Painted Elf while he stood not four feet from her, blood spattering not only her armor but her cloak and face, dripping from her grey skin while lavender eyes turned to the cloud of inky blackness.

She ducked beneath the hammers of the werewolf, grabbing a tankard and dumping it's contents on the floor as she slid into the darkness and followed her instincts. She cast her harmless Fearie Fire spell to outline both the demon and the Siren so she would be able to see them via the heat it created. She stood behind to girl, already chanting as she jammed the tankard against the girls chest, holding her in such a way that even if her summon creature sure her, it wouldn't be able to attack her from her field of vision. "All it takes is water right?" Fade paused in her chanting and the cold magic was threading through the both of their bodies while she pulled away the tankard and dropped her own blood in it. With another word she drank the mix of their blood and it was complete; she was bonded with the siren. She dropped the tankard and left the cloud of darkness to vanish again with the single spoken word, her name in Drow.
*will type soon* *is busy lately*
-@ViolentViolet I don't know why but I can just see Illya and Guinevere fighting all the time. Seeing as Guinevere's the mayor's daughter, she'll feel it's her duty to put a stop to Illya. Maybe one time Illya tried to steal from Guinevere, who caught her and they got into a rough fight, leaving both of them terribly injured? I'm not sure who would win that fight to be honest XD Guinevere wouldn't give up until she literally couldn't lift her sword anymore so maybe Illya ran away or something? I don't know XD


I could see Gwen catching her before she'd left town the first time a few years ago when she was just learning and hadn't quite figured out how this Sleight of Hand worked and the girl trying to reform her and teach her a better way when Illya, obviously, doesn't really care. In the case of a fight though, Illya would have gotten out of there as fast as she could while the girl brandished her sword, but now she'd get some shots at various vital areas and duck for cover :p It would definitely be a mutual hate kind of thing lol
In Wonder. 11 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
The young woman had stepped through the door before most of the others, having pressed the button to get through again after spotting it herself while the others looked for the glowing dot in the room; it had been the one closest to her anyway. What they found was a bedroom and a sitting room for them, the six beds situated in places ease to access with enough space for the most of them and she moved without saying a thing while the one girl called the bed she would have liked to have. Vanessa reached up and tapped the top bunk on her right, silently claiming it as her own while the green haired man stepped forward and spoke to them, clearly trying not to look threatening. "I'm plenty good to lay back and rest." The young woman didn't seem the least bit fazed to not remember her life before, though a skeptic at heart she didn't believe any of what the woman had said to them at all, instead staying back and out of the way. She turned and gripped the ladder, pulling herself up onto the bed and sitting with her foot hanging off the edge while she looked between the others, undaunted and silent.
-No thieves daughter headcanons? @ViolentViolet :p

Only one of the few children who decided to attempt to befriend the girl. He would attempt to talk with her from time to time and generally try to hand her some cheer. Even after the abuse from other children, he very seldom would stand up for her when she was around which resulted from teasing by the children. He wasn't discouraged, and yeah. Laciel was a bit bothered by the trade her family was in, but it didn't cause him to diverge away from her even with his mothers warnings. Was one of the few legitimate people that was sad when she left. Keeps in contact with her from time to time and locks her unknown secret up tightly, understanding what she does a bit. Attempts to have a neutral standpoint in encouraging her to walk a different path to avoid hypocrisy and is generally quiet around her when he listens to her speak and such.


Well I hadn't thought about how she would act with the other children but I can give it a shot if you want.

About what you have there, i can agree with some of it since how he reacted to her childhood abuse is whatever you want it to be. I could see the two talking sometimes though I have to question what this 'unknown secret' is :p

Whenever Alixanna has to go through thieve's landing, she always carries extra money because she secretly worries about Illya and her mom. Illya is fully aware of this and annoyed by it, but she steals the money anyway, because, you know, free money.@ViolentViolet


Sounds fine to me.
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