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Wisp Kellen & Merchant [ 20 -- Female ]

Wisp is a thin and very fair-skinned female, standing at about 5’7. Long black hair tumbles in tight, natural curls reaching her lower-back. An arched and side-sweeping bang, swings over her left eye and completely covers it unless she pins it back. Her eyes are an aqua blue with bright green almond shaped dots along their edges and her pupils. Her face is framed in a circular shape, giving her a more youthful appearance. Her cheeks are round with a natural blush. On her palm is a natural tan colored birthmark in the shape of a morphed looking clover. Wisp has little muscle, but she can move very quickly due to her size. You could say Wisp is an attractive girl or you could not. She isn’t noticeably attractive in her opinion and her own beauty is often determined by others. Some see her as average; some see her as above average, it is all for you to decide. Wisp is a tough girl, because of her occupation as a merchant she is always on alert. However, also because of her job, she is a smooth talker. Wisp has a thick skin about her, she doesn't really care what others think of her and verbal insults simply bounce off or her. When something will benefit her, Wisp is overly willing to do it. She'll use her sense of manipultion to its highest ability, but if something doesn't benefit her, then you can't really count her in. She isn't attached to anyone emotionally and keeps her distance from any emotional situation because inwardly, she knows if she gets to close she won't be able to make choices freely, She will end up getting emotionally tied up with someone or something. Though she is unwilling to admit it, Wisp is deathly scared of not being in control. She knows she can't control her deep emotions so she cuts away from anything that might trigger them. She is extremely talented with a dagger and isn't afraid to use it, however that is the only weapon she is skilled with. Wisp's whole family was killed by a group of dwarves and she bitterly hates them. However, unknown to her, her brother escaped and crossed worlds.

[ Family is dead, No romance (As of right now)-- None ]

-- DimeStorePoet --

Sorry for the messed up coding, my computer is just really weird right now :/

(Okay nice! I love dragons so that'd work!)

Mirabelle Sage & Apothecary [ 22 -- Female ]

Mirabelle is not your typical quester. Her hands are calloused from years of work, and always covered in dirt from working with plants and herbs, giving her the appearance of a miner, more than anything. Thankfully, a few things distinguish her as the apothecary of the group- the constant sweet smell of herbs surrounding her, pale skin from staying inside with her work, a lean, thin body, only worked out from the mountain hiking to collect different plants, and the ingredients she always carries in her pouches. Even on a quest, she hasn't stopped her work. Her black hair, though long, is constantly tied back so as not to get into the medicine she creates. Her eyes are steel gray, and always serious and calculating, thinking about the bigger picture. If you couldn't tell already, she's not the most friendly person in the group, now even less prone to cheerfulness and mirth from the situation they've been put into. She doesn't feel as if the members of the quest should be friends, just allies, though Mirabelle will protect any one of them, if not for anything but the fact that they need all of them to get back home. While she believes the others share the same sentiments, she doesn't exactly believe they all share the same skill sets. Naturally, she holds intelligence over strength, and thinks that will be more crucial to their journey. If you ask her, this has nothing to do with the fact that she can't really fight- Mirabelle has been in a few tussles over people trying to steal her supplies, she isn't skilled with anything but a knife, which she uses for her work. However, she does have high stamina. Mirabelle has not opened up to anyone in quite a long time- the life of an apothecary is an independent one, so she's used to looking after herself. Working together in close quarters with others could lead to high tensions, or simply help aide her through these rough times. She isn't sure which yet, but is inclined towards the first option, but anything goes. She wouldn't exactly push away anyone she deems worthy of attention, however snarky and cold she may be.
[ Her family crossed into the new world. No romance yet. -- N/A ]

-- Rosestar --

I was thinking that maybe they had been given instructions to meet somewhere, and that they had met there maybe a day or two before. That way we don't have to spend a lot of time getting them all introduced and we can kick it into gear. Thoughts? Comments? Suggestions? Objections?

(No objections from me.)

(I got no objections.)

Foster Steele [ 20 -- M ]
Foster is quite the- er, interesting figure. His ears and hindquarters are modeled off of that of a mottled leopard blanket coloration of an appaloosa horse, blanket meaning the horse has a large patch of white on the hips and loins, with or without spots, and leopard meaning large scattered spots. Why after a horse you might ask? Well, that's because Foster is an offspring of an Ipotane and a pegasus. His hindquarters are that of a horse, and everything else is human. His hindquarters are white, with black legs and underbelly, and large black spots over the white. His tail is jet black, and short cropped, maybe about a 12 inches in length. His hair is the same, black at the roots, white tipped with irregular black spots. His hair is thickest on top of his hair, and hanging near his eyes over his forehead, thinning on the side of his head. Sprouting right out of his hair are two large horse ears, white with small black spots. On the right side of his hair line, a thick scar runs over his right eye, on a slant, crossing over his nose, ending a finger-length below the corner of his left eye. His left eye is a stormy blue grey green, the color of a sea after a storm. His right eye is sort of the same color, but paler, with a long scratch on his right eye. It has since healed, but the indent still remains. His face is clean-shaven, and he has a very square jaw. His shoulders are broad, his arms muscular. Sprouting out from below his shoulders are an enormous pair of wings, long feathered, and similar to that of a snowy owl's in color. He wears a jet black sweatshirt in the colder seasons over his a red plaid lumberjack shirt. In pale grey on the front, the words, 'HORSE BOY' are spelled out below a dreamcatcher made out of a horseshoe, also in pale grey. On the back, there is a silhouette of an ipotane in pale grey. | Foster does whatever he wants, whenever he wants to. Don't even try questioning him about it. He's overly confident to the point beyond brazen, from his posture to making decisions and carrying them out. He doesn't pretend who he is, or who he isn't unless he's trying to kill someone, steal something, or just pull a hood over someone's eyes. He doesn't want your approval, in fact, he could care less. In a world of sheep, he isn't afraid to be a lion. Point being he's no follower. He's passionate, and if he apologizes about something it may as well be a miracle. He's unpredictable , your typical bad-boy. | You may be wondering what region Foster's wanted in. The better question may be, which region's are he not wanted in? He was born to one of the hostile pegasi, after his mother was killed by giants, he has taken on a lifelong revenge plan. He'll kill, lie, steal, and cheat, but you'll never find him on his knees. His most recent project has sent him all over Paranorma to get back at the giants. However, he has been committing crimes in the other regions.
[ Calaius (Father) -- N/A ]
-- Ɓαттℓє Scαяѕ --

I have to go to sleepaway for the next week. Sorry for the inconvenience. Go ahead and start, and I'll jump in when I get back.//

I hate to be the bad guy, but the big focus of the roleplay is that the main characters are the only humans in the entire world. And Foster's supernatural features kind of defeat the purpose. 

i guess i'll go with the warrior! :0 i'll start typing up his form!

He's all yours, Woo!

Give me ten minutes, and I'll get a starter up. Responding to that would probably be your best bet.

Sorry for poofy on ya'll! I have no objections )

That's actually the average length I'm going to make my posts.

Wisp hugged her shoulders, a bit chilled by the wind. She had fingerless gloves covering her small hands, a long sleeved black shirt, long, tight black breeches, and flexible black boots. A brown leather sheath was strapped so high up her thigh is was almost at her hip and inside was a neat, clean, and razor sharp dagger. Wisp now wished she had taken thicker clothes with her on the quest, but now there was no time to regret. She would survive. It wasn't that cold anyway, it was just the morning chill getting to her. Wisp looked up from her path as Aurelia spoke. Wisp had only met the girl a few nights ago and didn't know much about her. Wisp wasn't big on getting into conversation and glanced at the others to see if anyone else would answer the females qustion.