Whirlwind

Forgotten (Vampire Roleplay)

*or Phloem

The Crystal Tower RP

Pretty good :) Finished buying all my Christmas presents for everyone, ha. How about yours?

Curse of the Beast

Beauty #3

Appearance: (see picture above) Mira stands an fairly average 5'5" with a thin but curved figure. She has no muscle, as she puts it, not even able to do a single push up if you asked her. She has tan skin, partly natural, partly from tanning purposefully. Her eyes are a brilliant green hue, and her hair dark at the roots before fading to blonde at the ends. Her hair reaches just below her bust, and is naturally wavy. She has freckles dotting the bridge of her nose and cheeks, but usually wears makeup which covers them. Her eyes are a little too far apart as are her eyebrows, giving her a more unique appearance. She has three tattoos, a butterfly on her hip, a peace sign on the inside of her right wrist, and black feathered wings covering a good portion of her back. She has two piercings in each ear but otherwise no others. She keeps her toenails looking nice but her fingernails are never painted and often chewed to the quick. She usually wears summery clothes until she absolutely has to wear something for the cold, hating being completely covered up.

Name: Mira Paxton

Nickname: M&M, Em

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Likes: Alcohol, partying, rebelling against authority, sleeping in, sunglasses, loud music, and dares

Dislikes: Rules, school, other people in general, people who are mean for no reason, complainers, country music, and truths

Personality: Mira has two sides to her personality like most people. When she's happy, doing and getting what she wants, she is great to be around. A good friend, fun, easy to talk to. When she is dead sober or hungover, being forced into something or other, she is irritated, snappy, sarcastic, and rude. She has a wall up that would be difficult for anyone to break down at this point, and she believes pushing people away keeps her safe. She likes having friends, but only at a safe distance. And she hasn't had a boyfriend in 2 years. Her greatest fear is getting hurt. Again and again. So she will hurt others first to keep them at bay. Past her wall, she is still like a little girl, wanting love and affection, someone to care and listen.

History: Mira grew up with her mother only for the first few years of her life, until she remarried when Mira was 4 to a man who had a son. Mira was a rebellious and difficult child after that, acting out in hopes of getting attention. She never did particularly well in school, though she displayed plenty of intelligence when she had to. After everyone kept telling her she needed to do better in school, they were disappointed in who she was, she could be so much better than she was, look at all these other little girls who were behaving 'right', she gave up. She decided she hated those older than her who got to decide if she was smart enough, well behaved enough, or anything else. She withdrew and by age 12 got involved in drugs. By 13, she was an addict. Her parents sent her to a rehab facility for teens and she returned at age 14, clean. But, by age 15, she'd picked up drinking again. However, they noticed drinking actually made her less trouble for them. She was happier in general, she screamed and cried and threw things less. She made more friends and kept C's. So they let her have her vice. She still had rages though sometimes, screaming and hitting anything near her, resulting in scars on her body she has no idea how they got there. Needless to say, when the opportunity came to volunteer a girl to give to some beasts, Mira was one of the first names to pop in some people's heads within the town, even her own parents. So she was handed over. (There are many secrets and details I left out as to why Mira is the way she is, but I would rather reveal those within the IC if that's okay).

Other: Character quote I'll say 'never again' and find myself in someone else's bathtub by morning.

Curse of the Beast

Oh wait, I got a third as I thought about a CS- modern times?

Curse of the Beast

Two questions: After we finish our CS, should we wait to post it to the OOC, or post it here? And also, is it first come first serve on open spots?

Forgotten (Vampire Roleplay)

WilsonTurner said
speshul*

Indeed ;)

Forgotten (Vampire Roleplay)

Will is a special snowflake.

Forgotten (Vampire Roleplay)

Evelyn stood amongst the shadows, her icy blue eyes peering out at the young ones still sleeping. Her gaze flickered to Viorica, and her eyebrows knitted together ever so slightly. Though the two women shared some taste in literature, the two did not see eye to eye on how a lady should act. And even though the red haired vampire did don a beautiful dress, her reasoning behind the feminine attire, Evelyn knew, was attention, not modesty. But Evelyn was not one to make enemies over such petty things. Viorica was surely her ally despite their clashes.

Stepping closer to the newborns, Evelyn’s dress came into view. Modest and average in her opinion, as she only wore dresses as intricate as the other female’s when there was a party to attend or other some such festivity. Her hair was straightened and smoothed down her back, the lovely invention of hairspray helping her keep stray hairs from tickling her face so her large eyebrows and deep cheekbones stood out that much more.

”Any minute now,” she said calmly, peering at them almost in a mothering sort of way and not threatening at all. Though she was impatient to meet them too, she hardly showed it on her face in any way.

The Crystal Tower RP

Elysia saw the boy behind with blonde hair when she’d turned around and asked her how high up the stairs went. ”Too high!” she laughed, bright smile shining before turning back to make sure she was going to trip moving up more and more steps. She watched her feet mostly, every once in a while glancing up to the boy ahead of her who smiled and paused for a moment before asking if they were really that edible. Elysia giggled, deciding this group was a nice one already and determined making friends should be easy. Her father had always told her she had a knack for making friends, but one couldn’t make friends with those who were too closed off either.

Her eyes glanced behind her again and saw some of the others. One girl drawing circles, others still straggling behind or seeming scared. She assumed it was just jitters. Maybe others weren’t as used to transitioning from one place to another like she had before in her life, but then again she’d never been anywhere like this either.

She looked ahead of her again to see the boy’s scarf almost being ripped from him before saying the birds were bold to attack wizards. ”And witches!” she chimed in, jumping off the last step and onto some ice. She began to slip, feet sliding out and about underneath her until she fell forward onto her hands and knees and slid just a foot or so towards a stranger in blue robes. Blushing red as her face tilted upwards at the man, she gave a sheepish smile and secretly wondered if the man was 100, or 150.

Welcome he spoke, and Elysia quickly got up and stood, knees of her jeans a darker shade now from the cold ice melting somewhat against them. ”Thank you!” she said brightly to Crythos as he said they were on to the Crystal Tower. She glanced at the others and wondered if that was an odd thing to say. Some of the others were being awfully quiet after all. She fell in line with some of the others, staying closer to the two she’d already spoken to though she wasn’t one to make one friend and stick to them like glue. ”My name’s Elysia,” she whispered with a smile to the others, not knowing if she was supposed to talk during this excursion or not.

Royal Hounds ~ (Hunters of the Crown)

"Raven"

Name: Isla Weatherford (“The Raven” or just “Raven”)

Appearance: (see above picture) Standing 5’7”, Isla has a fit body type, with lean, muscular arms and legs, but enough fat to give her curves to fill out a dress. She has long mousy brown hair and large grey blue eyes. When she was younger she disliked her more masculine jawline, but has grown into it. She rarely wears makeup and neglects her nails, often chewing them and never painting them. Her clothing style when not working is mainly maxi dresses, enjoying the comfort and femininity. When working, she dons whatever appearance or outfit necessary. Her skin is a light tan color naturally, and she has a few moles dotting her skin here and there. She has no tattoos or piercings.

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Corps: The Black Dogs

Bio: Isla grew up in Edale in England as a little girl. She would often escape chores by running off into the local caverns, peaks, or woods alone to explore. She was an intelligent child but only because of her unyielding curiosity. She was never the fastest learner, or one to pick up things immediately, but she never stopped moving forward, asking why, practicing things she was taught until the peak of perfection. After having her, her mother swore to never have any more children because she was so exhausting for her, though she did have a son when Isla was 5. Her younger brother was named Jack, and although he didn’t get as high marks as Isla in school, he was an easy child, complacent and entertained with little.

The defining moment of Isla’s life however was one day on her 12th year when she was in an area away from her home and night began to fall. She started to make her way out when she heard an unnatural howl. Frozen in fear, she stood in the middle of a growth of trees and stared out into the woods. In the distance, but not far enough away for comfort, was a large dark shadow with bright yellow eyes. She shook, taking a few steps back, when the shadow began bounding towards her. She turned to scramble away but tripped, hearing galloping coming towards the area. She flipped over to watch as an impossibly large wolf creature lunged towards her, only to have a spear run through it and it fall a meter from her feet. She looked to see who had thrown the spear, and there stood a half man, half horse creature. In awe and wondering if she was dreaming all this honestly, she stared at him with her mouth half open until he leaned his hand down to help her up. She took it and asked him who he was. What he was.

A conversation ensued where he explained he was a centaur, and the beast after her had been a werewolf. The centaur introduced himself by the name of Adam, and Isla told him hers as well. He said he’d seen her from afar wandering about for a while now, but that creatures like him often weren’t welcomed by others so he never made himself known. By this time it was black outside and he led her towards her home, though he departed before reaching any homes, telling her to keep his existence a secret for him. She has obliged to this very day and never told a soul.

She found Adam really only appeared when she needed him, so there were nights she purposefully stayed out after dark so he’d lead her home. This was rare however, and as she grew older she saw him less and less despite having a slight infatuation for him. She began to get more and more interested in the supernatural still, especially the darker side like the werewolf she had been saved from. She began to wonder how many vampires, demons, other creatures actually existed, walked among them, committed unsolved crimes.

After high school she took espionage classes, ones those who hoped to join MI6 took. She hoped to get involved in spy work within the UK to protect other citizens. She thought she would have an upper hand on her classmates, having knowledge of what else they may be up against and what might be lurking out there.

At the age of 20 she had completed her studies, and needed training. She did work low on the totem pole for MI6 for a couple years before quitting and beginning to take personal cases. Where people would contact her under an alias and untraceable phone number to help them. She has a decent length list of jobs and assassinations she performed. Some human, some supernatural, but in each case she decided if the one she was hunting was deserving of death or not. Thanks to Adam, she knew good supernatural creatures existed, and she would not take part in harming them.

By age 25, she was caught and charged with vigilantism by the government. Instead of throwing her in prison, she was taken in by the Royal Hounds and placed with the Ghost Corps. She has no idea if her encounters with the supernatural are what landed her here, her spy background, or both. She knows the time is coming where blood will be on her hands against her will. If she doesn’t, she’s sure punishment or death is only a minute away. She doesn’t know how to reconcile her morals with what she’s being asked to do.

Personality: A good liar though she is honest more than people think. She is naïve too much and often sees the best in people when they don’t deserve it. She is a know it all, thinking she really is always right and above the law. She has a firm sense of justice, unable to condemn the innocent or let the guilty go free. She is calculating, never acting before thinking. Curious and inquisitive. She is far from selfish, often putting herself last on things she cares about. She can come across cold, as she rarely cries, and never attends funerals. She doesn’t keep in contact with her mother or brother, and they often see her as selfish for this. In honesty she just isn’t good at making intimate connections with anyone. She is also incredibly patient and stubborn.

Skills: Acrobatics, gymnastics, expert marksman with handguns, trained in hand to hand combat and knife wielding. Lock picking, remembering fine details and useless (seeming) trivia, and a fine actress.

Gear/Weapons (no more than three weapons): Glock 26, aerosol instant knock out gas bracelet, 8” fixed blade carbon coated combat knife

Other Information: None I can think of