Hah, So I lied. I tried to write last night but my brain was vehemently against the idea, either way here's my CS.
Ashlynn Coriban
Age: 24
Personality: Ashlynn is a bit of a hot-head, often running into things head on and thinking about the consequences later. It’s only when she’s concentrating and focused on a task that she can calm down and relax. She’s horrible about reading the room, or understanding the situations she gets herself into; she’d rather go with her gut instinct then think about the smart way out. More often than not it just gets her into further trouble, but every now and then she comes out victorious. Her personality is a bit of a child's in that aspect, but she has a strong sense of justice and despises people who don’t know the meaning of working for a living. She’s as easily to get into an argument as she is to teach someone how to do something.
Strong-willed and completely sure of herself, Alysnn does what she thinks is right.
Occupation: Blacksmith
History:
It wasn’t until her father started falling ill from the furnace, that she started to take on more and more work. By the age of 16 she had more or less succeeded her father, refusing to let him work and let his health decline further. Often times she would only allow his to watch for a few hours before shooing him off. She knew it killed him to be away from his work, but his lungs had started to corrupt from the heavy smoke and in her heart she knew eventually it would happen to her. The older twin of Haldor’s former blacksmith.
Traditionally the trade would have been passed on to the oldest son, but the family was only blessed with twin girls, slender things with flaming red hair, both quick to mischief and even quicker to dinner. The old man thought that no one would be able to take over his trade, his youngest daughter Lyla preferring books and studies. It was easy to see that she would follow her mother as either a healer or a teacher, but it was with his other daughter he found an heir.
The small girl was as hot blooded as he was, and seem enthralled by his furnace and the rhythmic pounding of his hammer. Since a young age Alsynn sat in her father’s shop, watching him work, breathing in the smoke and metal dust completely unfazed; he had found her once struggling to pick up his large hammer only succeeding to drag it around the floor. Her father was a kind man, always full of warmth and life who did what he could to instill his small girls with a sense of pride and self. His own brother had been easily influenced by a traveling lord who need a new manservant, leaving the the trade to fall on the younger sibling.
Alysnn hated the idea of going to school, she would rather stay in their shop helping with bookkeeping or writing out orders. She would often stay there late with her father helping him but on finishing touches and wrapping up the goods to be delivered in the morning.
So it went on for years, both redhead’s becoming completely enthralled with their chosen crafts, Alysnn learning how to craft metal to her will and to shape it into what it wishes to be; Lyla studying plants and mixing powders to heal ailments.
By the age of 24 she had become renowned in several villages close by, merchants started traveling more and more to Haldor wanting her and her sisters wares.
“People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us... It's people who claim that they're good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of.” -Gregory Maguire
Name
Malie Fae Black
Nicknames
Black~ Malie likes this one, she picked it up at work from one of her customers and it stuck.
Mal
~ A nickname from the Evil Queen, who hated pronouncing her full name. Malie usually answer to it out of habit, doesn’t really care for it either way.
The Original Name
Maleficent Faery
Story of origin
Where is your character originally from? Remember, not mythology necessarily!
Age
Appears 23, Actually 230
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Magic
Yes- Highly Addicted
Job/Position
Bartender at the Merry Men’s Bar and Grill
Appearance
The once domineering sorceress, capable of taking command of a room with a mere glance, has shed her horns and long flowing cape for a more estranged and alluring look. She now stands at a mere 5’4” with bleached white hair flowing around her almost as a mane, her towering frame reduced to a small supple build, jutting bones giving the idea that she’s almost too thin. The one thing she couldn’t change was her love for black clothing, wearing oversized shirts, skin tight pants, and leather boots, even her makeup is back. An amused smile usually is found playing across her lips as a loose cigarette hangs from them as well. Her green eyes are as piercing as always attempting to allure and beckon people towards her.
All in all she’s a strangely attractive young woman.
"Don’t tell me what they said about me. Tell me why they were comfortable saying it around you."
Her personality hasn’t changed through the years, just ask anyone they would’ve used the same words they do now and they did back then.
Mal outwardly is a classic bad girl, she smokes, drinks, plays magical pranks on others, and can easily convince others to do her dirty work for her. She enjoys it, but would rather spend hours debating with someone. She has a sharptongue and a sharp wit to go with it and is often rather blunt when dealing with others, refusing to coddle them. It’s her way of putting up a barrier between her and other people, if they’re capable of dealing with her crassness then she generally feels more at ease around them and can occasionally be known to flash a smile or a short pearl of laughter. As much as she dislikes cats, her personality is very much like one distrustful and spiteful to anyone new and it takes her a while before she’ll show genuine signs of liking someone.
A lover of romance, Mal can’t help but flirt even if she means little by it. She uses it to create a jovial aura so that no one takes her seriously so it allows her to keep from getting close to someone else. She’s ruled by her past experiences and has little true trust in others that they won’t actually hurt her again. Generally she puts on a friendly appearance and enjoys bantering with the patrons at her work, besides that she stays at home absorbed in her books and the latest shopping catalogues.
Strengths
Charismatic
Strong Willed
Energetic
Blunt
Weaknesses
Intolerant
Unfocused
Argumentative
Aloof
Mortal Weakness Pure Iron
Fears
Intimacy
"Well then, let's see what today brings, shall we?"
History
Everyone knows the story of Sleeping Beauty.
The Spell. The Prince. True Love's Kiss. Happily Ever After.
No one ask Mal her side of the story, sure she cast a spiteful spell but maybe she should have been invited to the child’s birthday. Everyone knew that the evil godmother loved a good party, but no even when she showed up, uninvited of course, they still dared to turn up their nose at her. That little pipsqueak of a fae even dared to tell her she wasn’t welcomed. The nerve of some people, after all the king was her brother.
Mal and Stefan were half-siblings, them and a few other bastard children running around the kingdoms; let's just say their father got around. The pair had grown up inseparable, Mal’s mother was a simple fairy who lived in the forest. She was to help keep the ground healthy and the forest full of life for his hunting parties. The siblings often played and ran around the castle, no one really minded for the King’s wife had died along time ago and as long as the kingdom had an heir there was no need to worry.
It wasn’t until the young prince had turned sixteen that trouble started, he was being teased for always spending his time with the bastard child. Eventually he casted Mal off sending her seeking refuge deeper in the forest with her mother, and as her mother got older she got sicker. She could keep it under control with herbs and potions and taught them to her young daughter as well, though often times she would sit by the window longing for the King to come visit her once more, but he had found a younger maid to fool with and men are fickle. Watching what the lose of love did to her mother, how it aided in her sickness made the young fae dislike the idea of love even more. Her mother tried to teach her not to close her heart, but Mal had already started to go down that dark path.
She tried once to be good, to seek out the King and see if he would at least come visit her mother again, but he didn’t even remember her or her mother turning her away like a common beggar. She tried to talk to Stefan but he paid her no mind either, saying there was no need for her to come back, that she was unwelcome and needed to stop bothering him.
The care she had in heart for him soon changed to a darker emotion, she smiled back sweetly echoing a warning to watch what he did in the future.
Everyone else knows the story from there, it was after the thousand years sleep when Prince Phillip woke Aurora and the rest of the kingdom did the attacks happen and everyone fled, well almost everyone. King Stefan might have been trapped in a hallway with one of the nightmares, but Mal swears she has no idea what happened. Now she stays in a small flat down on the wharf, spending her nights up the strip mixing drinks for strangers and enjoying the thriving nightlife of Cedar Grove. When she’s not working people can generally find Mal shopping, at a playground hiding up in the slide smoking a cigarette, or wandering the docks watching the birds fly missing being able to shift into a dragon and take wing. The new rules placed on all the Vale never sat right with her, and at times she chafes under the weight of it all.
Likes
Sweets
Snakes
Cigarettes
Impulsive Shopping
Mixing New Drinks
Dislikes
Rules
Followers
Cats
Rain
Being Lectured
"Even if the truth is cruel, it’s crueler to hide it and lie."
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Tarrant Draper
”Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.” -Lewis Carroll
Name
Tarrant Draper
Nicknames
Most people call him T on the account that few can actually pronouncing his given name.
The Original Name
The Hatter
Story of origin
Alice In Wonderland
Age
Appears 27, actually 350
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Pansexual
Magic
No, but can work with magical items to craft goods.
Job/Position
Works at a small boutique on the strip, owned by a sweet old lady he’s taking a liking too.
Appearance
Tarrant has traded his large hats and festive clothing for a more casual approach, often wearing jean jackets and strangely patterned shirts he’s created himself still gives him a unique look. His short cropped and curls hair is now dark brown and hangs down around his face to his shoulders; often it’s pulled back in a small bun to keep it out the way while he works. He once clean face now sports a rugged beard a slightly crooked nose, he broke it the first week of being in Cedar Grove. He often pairs his clothes with bright scarves and rings, all shapes and sizes, he has laugh lines etched into his face that only adds to the appeal of the ruggedly handsome man.
"You can always take more than nothin, ya know?"
Personality
Attractive, Clever, Deceptive, Intense, Selfless.
Tarrant is the guy you go to when you need help, he’s always willing to help out or try out some crazy new scheme. He’s the guy you go to when you need a laugh or someone to talk to; he goes out of the way to make friends out of strangers. It’s a rare sight to see Tarrant without a smile on his face, or surrounded by a group of friends laughing and having a good time.
A Charming Troublemaker.
Every now and then he creeps off by himself or throws himself into his work, a jack of all trades he’s worked several different jobs in Cedar Grove from working on the docks to helping out in Grimbly’s Hall. His fear of being alone has always pushed him to push his way into others life, sometimes to an extent that's possible borderline stalkerish. He hates being alone by anyone else’s volition. He has a childish side where he convinces others to contribute with him on pranks or surprising someone with a gift or a random date.
Strengths
Observant
Friendly
Charming
Level-Headed
Weaknesses
Overly Independent
Overly Eager to Please
Zealous At Times
Eccentric
Mortal Weakness Being Locked Away
Fears
Solitude, not being able to connect and interact with people.
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"
History
While Tarrant misses the tea parties and the bigs hats, the cheshire cat, the craziness of Wonderland he’s finding himself to like their new home more and more. He even has Alice, not that he often talks to her, she’s so far away from him now.
A jackofalltrades sort of guy, he’s held several different jobs since the Passage but hasn’t kept any of them for very long. But by doing such, Tarrant has been able to pick up on many new skills and interest. Always curious, he spends his time reading in the back of the shop. He meet her one day when he was wandering around aimlessly looking for something to catch his interest, she needed help crossing the street and offered him tea in return. He feels slightly nostalgic around her, reminiscing about when tea parties were a thing, the old woman is getting on in years and her fingers aren’t quite as nimble to work a sewing machine so he often helps out with creating her drawings and sketching while manning the store when she goes out on her rounds to visit her friends.
He now lives in a small one apartment in one of the nicer complexes in town , tending a small flower garden in his window. Going home to take care of them is generally the only reason he’s there unless he’s sleeping. He spends most of his time out socializing with the townsfolk or getting involved in community projects, or out dreaming up some big scheme.
Hobbies: ~Reading: Being the daughter of a bookstore owner, Sayuki grew up around books and easily developed a love for them. She likes to spend time reading the older books; the ones turning yellow with age, tattered spines threatening to break, torn corners and fading words. She often turns to books when there's little else to do, or if she need a break from playing her violin.
~Music: Music is the one thing Saki is naturally talented at and enjoys thoroughly, so much so that she's often recruited by directors to fill in for missing performers from time to time. Originally it was something she did just because she could; it wasn't until she came across a small boy struggling awkwardly to balance the violin and work the bow that she found she could easily explain just as well as she could play. While she prefers the violin, her talents aren't restricted to it. With a little practice she could become adequate on several more instruments.
~Occult: Around the age of 5 Saki stumbled across a little black book shoved deep in a forgotten corner of her parents store, the cover bore no inscriptions or designs on either side but inside it spoke of necromancy and voodoo. Fascinated she eagerly flew through the book becoming more enthralled with the idea of there being a veil in life, and if one could shift it they could see the unknown. Years past and her curiosity faded, she kept her collection of books and paraphernalia but has turned her attention to make strange charms and harmless babbles to push off on to her friends. Her current favorite is a cookbook titled Yokai Treats! Better These Than You! by Haruki Masumono, though she's had little luck in producing desired results she still enjoys feeding them to her young students and brother. No ill side effects have shown yet.
Aspirations: Watching her parents struggle happily for years to manage their shop has instilled in Saki the drive to never give up on what she wants, and while she strives to pursue her dreams in music, hoping to one day get a job as a teacher in the university, she often wonders if she should take over the store instead not wanting to see her parents dreams die with them. She's currently trying to save enough money to help pay the house bills for the next couple of months to help take the strain of her family.
Fears: While she has a strong drive and passion, Sayuki, like most aspiring musicians, fears not being impressive enough to be able to capitalize on her own talents. Worried that that alone won't be enough to see her through the rest of her classes; she often over focuses on those thoughts, wondering if she should just go for a safer life goal and resign herself to merely teaching music lessons out of the bookstore's spare room.
4 Positive Traits and 1 Negative Trait: +Affable: Having grown out of her awkward childhood, Saki can often be seen blending in with a group of friends, or talking with a junior about an upcoming piece. She has a sense of ease, and subtle grace about her that makes her approachable. A happy smile can be found upon her face for most of the day unless she's in math, than it's replaced by a rather amusing look of anguish and distaste.
+Creative: Often times Saki's notebooks are scribbled on with short bars of music, or note sequences writing music instead of taking proper notes about the class subject. Often times she can be found tapping out a short rhythm on her desk, or daydreaming about when the next time she could slip away to go practice in the music room would be. This same desire spills out into other activities allowing her to come up with new solutions or strange foods when she does try her hand at cooking, it doesn't end well usually.
+Eccentric: Given her odd taste in interest and showing off her never ending side dabbles into the occult, however the outcome, has branded the young woman as an oddball among the more popular students. Sayuki doesn't mind, even when her own friends call her strange she just laughs it off and continues on to the next thing humming one new tune or another seemingly without a care in the world.
+Loyal: Growing up Saki wasn't the most outgoing kid, so what little friends she managed to make and keep are very important to her; adding her small family to the mix and she has a small little niche of people that she trusts and would do anything to make happy.
-Absent Minded: When it comes to anything besides music and books, Saki often finds herself at a loss or regarding it with little interest. As such her others grades seem to suffer greatly at times, it's only by others nagging that she puts in enough effort to keep from failing. This extends to remembering to bring things or remembering meeting times.
*When she was smaller she couldn't pronounce her first name; so she called herself Saki and it's stuck ever since.
**Average cost my mother paid for my piano lessons.
'A streak of red followed Annaliese as she ran through back alleys and side streets, the loud clanking of the guard's boots soon turned to mere echoes as they gave up the chase having little luck catching up to the young pickpocket. A short laugh filled with a triumphant smile as the redhead scrambled up a falling wall slipping back into her small hideaway. The contents of her latest conquest spilled out on to her sleeping pallet, little more than a few coins and small bobbles, the coins quickly found themselves ushered into a tin that was quickly shoved into a small hole in the floor. The bobbles placed on a small shelf with other bright pieces of glass and broken trinkets. Her prized collection of sorts. Broken shards of jewels from the shaping of raw stones, wax seals bearing different crest, tattered strips of silk, useless trash to the higher class.
Flopping back on to her bed she grinned happily staring up at the endless sky, the roof on the condemned building long gone, as she remembered how easy it was to separate that drunk knight from his purse.
Loud berating soon made its way up to the small girls hideout, it sounded like a woman accosting her servant for not paying better attention to where they were going.
Lost rich people were Nali's favorite as she carefully made her way to the building's edge, spotting a woman decked in bright fabrics and heavily adorned with jeweled pieces, an easy mark if she had ever seen one doubting the woman would notice if a few of her smaller pieces seemed to walk off. A short jump and a few steps found the girl in a corner hovering behind the pair, a dull knife glinting in the light as she snuck closer towards the woman, adrenaline coursing through her small body almost giddy on the high from it while she make quick work of the cord holding a small chain of Citrine stones linked as a belt before dashing off again not foolish enough to return home so quickly. She could waste time loitering around the local tavern or in the slum courtyard with the rest of the cut purses in the city.
A cold hand circled around her wrist snatching her back into a shadow, as she shivered slightly, it seemed like the cold was traveling and coursing through her rendering her motionless as a dark laugh echoed behind her. Soundless words filled her mind, a soft rhyme and rhythm to them, speaking of gems and hunger, of anger and pride, strange phrases and words the young girl would come to understand later, but for now she stood staring wide eyed at the woman from early gone was her rich garb switched in place for a dark cloak hiding her face and the dark green dress peaking out from under it before the woman easily cast the young girl out into the street a cruel smile on her face as she walked away towards the palace.'
Speckles of green danced around the woman's blue eyes as the emerald rolled around in her slender fingers catching the dying light from her fire, long forgotten as her mind drifted back from distant memories, back from the beginning. A sharp shake of her head drew her back to the present as the redhead swiftly moved to stock the fire once more, breathing life back into the dying embers as the hunger started to creep up the back of her throat clawing in displeasure at the long wait for its food, her eyes slowly loosing their blue hue in exchange for a deep amber, it had been several days since Annaliese had been able to secure the food she needed, outskirt towns held little in the ways of high end jewels and gems. The higher the quality the less frequent she needed to eat. A bittersweet sigh left her as the gem disappeared with a quick flick, popping it into her mouth as it slowly started to melt and trickle down her throat.
The roaring hunger and anger quelling slightly at the newest offering.
According to her map the nearest city wasn't far, though she had little hope that there would be any easy targets; her infamy had started to proceed her and it was getting harder and harder to tell a trap from a genuine mark. A short chuckle left her lips, perhaps she shouldn't have stolen the Lord Regent's Sapphire Brooch, but the hunger had called for it, her smile dropping as memories took over once again.
'Blood trickled down her lip as she fought to sate the hunger gnawing at her insides demanding to be feed. The young girl was naive in thinking if she ignore it it would go away, she had no way of getting any gems in such a rural town and had tried silver and what little fools gold she could find; it had only seemed to enhance the anger boiling inside her as dark thoughts and whispers of blood and flesh started creeping into her mind. Frightened she fled to the outskirts tripping over a root sending the slender girl flying across the ground scrapping up her knee letting out a sharp hiss and whimper of pain, the hunger seething in pleasure at the punishment of her disobedience.
A returning fisherman found the young girl passed out on the ground, her face and hair smudged with dirt and blood, her breath escaping her in short rasps and whimpers more so from the swirling storm inside than her superficial wounds. Picking her up he carried the girl back into the village marveling at how thin and frail she seemed; surely her parents wouldn't have let her waste away like this, or perhaps her parents were long gone and the small girl in his arms was left to her own devices and had to fend for herself. His heart ached as he thought of something so small having to bare such hardships. Setting her down on his bed he made short work of bandaging her cuts before setting about make her something for dinner resolving himself to take in the girl.
A small bright green pebble falling onto the bed from his pocket, a strange stone he had found while fishing.
Nali's hand snaked out just as quickly as it fell shoving the small piece of jade in her mouth, vaguely conscious of her actions as the smooth cold liquid pooled in the bottom of her stomach taking the edge of her hunger, not enough to sate it.
Unfortunately it bought her enough time to betray her instances to run, instead she choose to believe in the man who took her in finding herself enjoying living a simple life with him instead of working to survive and keep the hunger at bay. She stubbornly ignored the signs of the hunger building, purposefully misinterpreting the outburst of angers as a young girl's fluctuating emotions. She worked hard to blend in with the village for them to accept her as one of their own, making friends with the other children her age; wistfully hoping that there was no downside to ignoring her curse, that she was just letting her imagination run wild.
The happy charade lasted a month at most before the hunger won over turning the raging anger inside her on her new found friends and family.
It was a bright morning as she ran home with an armful of flowers, happily expecting praise from her father at how good she was doing and how much better she looked. The gleam of his knife as it slide through the fish, gutting and cleaning it for breakfast had her entranced as the flowers scattered to the floor; before she realized it the knife was in her hand stained red as her adopted father clutched his throat his eyes wide with shock and hurt staring glassy eyed back at her while the blood poured out onto the floor. The blade slide across her tongue as she licked it clean, her eyes glowing a deep yellow.
When she came to the rest of village was slaughtered and her light blue dress stained red with blood, the bodies of her friends littered around her, a foreign metallic taste clinging to her mouth and tongue as she stood there in disbelief a sharp clatter as the knife fell from her hands. Hot tears started to well in her eyes, as she kept muttering to herself that this was nothing but a bad dream, she would wake up soon.'
Three times she had tried to disobey the hunger, three times she had woken up covered in blood, corpses littering the ground around her, organs missing, the hunger purring happily within her as she fruitlessly tried to empty the contents of her stomach nothing but hot tears and acid hitting the blood stained ground before crawling away to the nearest building or home to clean herself up.
The first time she wasn't so quick in getting away chased out by villagers and assaulted by guards, the young woman nearly lost her life that night.
The sharp crack of the log splitting from the heat made the woman jump, her left hand shooting out towards the pair of daggers propped up next to her as she surveyed the area. The woods were no place to stop for rest, but she had little money and little choice. Reaching up she pulled the thin cloak around her, a unknown parting gift from a dimwitted villager, yet she was thankful to have it as the night slowly got colder. With her craving controlled she stood up grabbing her weapons before scaling the nearest tree to tie herself in for the night, tomorrow she would head into the city.
A girl has to eat after all.
The large gates loomed as Nali blended in with the crowd slipping her way into the city, her contact had breathed word about a large cache of gems being delivered to the local goldsmith to craft a new ceremonial crown for the new prince's coronation. A starved look flickered across her eyes at the thought of having that trove of jewels tinkling in the near empty pouch tucked away under her belt, she wasn't naive enough to leave it hanging out in a city overrun with cut purses and pickpockets. After all that's what started all of this, cutting the wrong woman's purse for a couple of coins barely enough to afford a hot meal and a warm bed. Pulling the hood up around her face covering it so only the long tendrils of her red hair spilled out she quickly slipped down a side street narrowly missing two guards on patrol neither of them bothered or payed enough to worry about another thief roaming the city.
A sharp curse and growl left her lips as she realized too late that she had just walked into a trap, the empty chest at her feet only fueled her displeasure as the loud echo of boots and shouting informed her that she was surrounded. She entertained the brief notion of ending it before they could reach her but shook her head, one day she would find the woman who cursed her and cut her beating heart out in front of her before then she swore she wouldn't die.
Prison could be no worse than this.
That was until she realized they would be sending her to the Stone, she never counted on them connecting the slaughters to her as well.
Alright, I took a look. I think it was a cute touch with the Yokai cookbook. I do think if she still has a even now more mild/tame interest in spirits, she could be a frequent visitor of one of the shrines around maybe? Necromancy/voodoo would probably be just a myth but it is very possible that pets and humans' spirits transfer to some demons when they die under certain circumstances. So it would be possible to interact with spirits or try contact the dead, in that regard.
I do think overall it looks good. Just the editor in me wants to point out you used "peace" instead of "piece" but other than that, you're free to post in the CS tab too.
Ah! I didn't even notice that, guess is shouldn't rely on my phones autocorrect..hah..I'll fix that~
