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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 17:35:05 GMT -5
{Joining right now!}
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jan 21, 2017 18:01:04 GMT -5
(Hi! xD Yay!)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 19:20:29 GMT -5
(( Ooo gonna join fur sure ! ))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 19:26:13 GMT -5
Terrace Wincer | Assiasain | Terrace has long trimmed light brown hair that is sleek and usaully not curly at all. His hair bends in strong winds that bring it down and blow strongly. He has light blue eyes that have grey speckles in morning rise.He usaully wears black boots and a dark shirt that blends with the night and black fabric pants that a re ruffled. |Terrace has a calm behavior. Almost too calm. He seems quiet. He is a fairly good lair and actor. Can be troublesome thought during to his silence. | Terrace was born in a small village that was invaded as a kid. He saw these big men take away his parents and sister. Martha , Darrel and Sarah .. He fleed and found help. But never gave up searching for his parents and sister .. Searching for them and he will silently kill anyone to find them like a ghost | He owns a selection of knives , chains and daggers. His favorite is a bronze dagger with a small black grip that had been eaten away from missions |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 19:26:49 GMT -5
(( He is 15 and his parents were taken away when he was 7 ! ))
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jan 21, 2017 19:29:08 GMT -5
(Awesome! I'll add him up!)
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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 21, 2017 19:37:56 GMT -5
|Rei Brook|19|genderfluid (they/them)|mage|
Rei may act feisty, but they stand at 5'3". Not only that, but they're rather slim and toned than having actual muscles. Their skin is very pale, almost borderline translucent. They have short, boyish, messy, black hair that is styled into an undercut. On their skin, there are some black tribal tattoos on their biceps and ankles, plus black angel wings on their shoulder blades, and the classic "Long live the Queen" on the inside of their right wrist. Their features are rather angular and relatively androgynous, especially due to an angular jaw, pale and lips, defined cheekbones, and thick eyelashes that frame pale blue eyes. Rei tends to be a lone wolf who can have a bit of fun if they want to. This involves giving peers a hard time, being a flirt, and a risk-taker. At times, they can be a bit of a handful since a brash and impulsive nature swirls on the inside. Still, that doesn't mean that they're completely ignorant. They have enough common sense to know the difference of right and wrong, but they blur the lines when in a crisis. They are more adept in using ice magic more than anything else. Plus, they may or may not have a liking towards Alder Sylvan, but they're really unsure whether or not he will return their feelings, or be disgusted with them.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 19:47:18 GMT -5
(( Making a mage and archer also ! ))
Warren Johnsong | Archer | 18 | Fairly tall boy with dark dirty blond hair that is fairly curly and usaully covers his eyes but doesnt stop him from aiming. Does better in high distances. He has light green eyes with little yellow sparkles at night. | He seems dreamy like and wonders a lot. Day dreams about the future ... How the world would change and everything beyond him but he hates to plan anything ... | He wears a black , expensive belt from generations past down. It holds his red feathered arrows his green grip on his bow. He wears brown pants that are very nice and a shirt that is red with a hoodie that covers his head |
Aleisa Calging | Fierce looking female with dark white hair that is long and runs to her back. She has light hazel eyes that are mainly green. She wears a white shirt and grey cover on top that hides her and it also has a small hoodie. | She is the one you dont wanna mess with. Evil and cunning. She comes from a line of Royal battle winners. Her great-grandfather was a killer and got the last name calping after his skill to kill but it was changed to Calging after years | She owns a huge own of spells .. As she is in a stronger royal family she has most of her death spells , curses and mostly poisons and others. She has a silver laced bag where she keeps het spells and curses.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 19:47:43 GMT -5
( forgot her age but shes 17 )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jan 21, 2017 20:00:02 GMT -5
(Sorry, I had seperate pages where I had my characters, apparently I had a assassin form up for myself to I'm trying to fix that one up. Your both accepted!! I'll add them soon!)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 20:08:42 GMT -5
{Sorry! Was at dinner, I'll get descriptions up!}
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jan 21, 2017 20:44:02 GMT -5
(Oh, Thistle, I did want to remind you. Alesia, being a mage would need to use her magic in combat instead of her sword since that is the mage way. I'm okay with her being evil, but keep in mind she does work for the Queen who is trying to restore peace.)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 20:44:26 GMT -5
|Rebekah Fletcher|16|Female|Archer|
Thick, crimped black hair frames her heart shaped face, with her bangs sweeping over one of her eyes. Her eyes are two different colors, icy blue and deep brown, and delicately set in their sockets with long dark lashes. Her lips are small, and nose slightly upturned. Her skin is fair, but contrasts with her dark hair. She is about 5'6" in height and has a thin frame, with not much muscle except a fair amount on her legs. She has a small scar underneath her cheek bone from an arrow grazing her face. She often wears a red tunic with a skirt like bottom, gray tights underneath, and brown boots. Rebekah often carried her bow with her as well as her arrow quiver. Rebekah appears to be quite approachable, however, she would most likely try to get away if she finds you uninteresting or a possible threat. She won't say so though, she wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, but isn't kind enough to stick around if she doesn't want to. Rebekah is never usually seen in public, she normally keeps to the forests or canyons where she could easily hide or make shelters id necessary. She doesn't like to talk much about herself or family, as she finds neither interesting quite frankly. She isn't very close to anyone at the moment, as she is often too shy to stick with anyone, and often travels too much to make real friends.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jan 21, 2017 20:46:02 GMT -5
(Accepted! I'll add her soon!)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 20:58:37 GMT -5
{Who would you like to start? I can if you want. Although I may take a while}
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jan 21, 2017 21:01:42 GMT -5
(I can post a starter if I need to, but I'm super busy right now. If no one else wants to though, I can make one.)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 21:03:11 GMT -5
{If you want me to that's fine, I just have a tendency to do long starters}
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jan 21, 2017 21:08:00 GMT -5
(Same xD I’m always afraid my starter scare people away sometimes xD Do you mind starting?)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 21:12:19 GMT -5
(( My starters are horrible Xd ))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 21:13:17 GMT -5
(( I edited Aleisa btw ))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 21:17:22 GMT -5
{Okay I can start. It may take me a while depending on length and how tired I am}
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jan 22, 2017 12:58:47 GMT -5
(I’ll post up a starter for everyone as soon as I answer my other roleplays)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 13:00:50 GMT -5
{Sorry! I got busy unpacking stuff and babysitting}
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jan 22, 2017 13:16:30 GMT -5
(That's alright, I ended up going to bed anyway xD)
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Post by zero on Jan 22, 2017 14:25:33 GMT -5
|Aston Rolffan|19 years|Male|Cook(Castle hands)| Aston has unruly, long hair which is a shiny black. It isn't curly but it likes to get tangled or stay in odd angles. It doesn't help that the man usually ignores his hair and lets it get wild. His eyes are a light brown with freckles just below them. The freckles seem to just cross the bridge of his nose and stay in the area around his upper cheeks. He is short, about 5'5", and lean without much muscle on him. The man tends to wear brown, cloth pants with a off-white shirt. He also wears simple cloth shoes with a leather sole. He can't wear much more than that since the kitchen can get hot. Aston is a very bright person. This could be because he always had things going for him in his life or because he hasn't seen many tragedies. Either way, he always seems to be in a good mood and willing to help. His general nativity makes him easy to manipulate and he might say thoughtless, hurtful comments without knowing. He tends to try his very best when it comes to his tasks though can get distracted with the simplest of things. Aston was born a peasant outside the castle, but got a job here because the old cook was nice enough to train him. |zero|
|Dennis|17 years|Male|Rogue| Dennis has a very rough appearance. His eyes are a hard, stormy grey, he always has various cuts and bruises spotting his body, and he doesn't exactly look well fed. He is bit on the skinny side. The only part of him that is even remotely soft is his dark brown hair, which is cropped very short, and his old clothes. He wears black pants with a red tunic. Though the tunic is covered by a dark brown jacket. He refuses to wear shoes so his feet are calloused and from his climbing around the city, he has a set of calloused hands as well. Dennis is not what you would call a normal person. He trusts others like a mouse trusts a cat, and is often quietly annoyed with others. The only time he ever relaxes is when he knows he's winning. Maybe the easy targets have made him sloppy, but he tends to be cocky when he knows he is getting the upper hand. He will try to manipulate or do something more quietly first rather than running in. Dennis was born in a family, but soon sent to an orphanage. He was a troubled child with violent tendencies, most likely because of the toxic environment a bunch of rowdy, starved children creates. As soon as he was old enough, he left. Since then, he has joined a small group of rouges that hides out in the outskirts of the city. He has no clue what his last name is. |zero|
I hope these are good.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jan 22, 2017 15:05:41 GMT -5
(Those look great zero!! I'll add them up as soon as I can!)
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Post by zero on Jan 22, 2017 15:21:16 GMT -5
Thank you! )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jan 23, 2017 10:18:37 GMT -5
(Here's some starters to get this started up! )
ϪAlderϪ Alder strode through the castle halls, pulling on his gloves as he went. The sky was bright this early morning and the air was fresh. He felt merry, quite merry indeed. Having already downed his morning broth he was ready for work, although he had a small feeling that maybe there wouldn’t be much work today. His feelings were quickly dismissed when the Captain of the Mage, approached him. “You’ll be needed today; we’re patrolling the southern villages. Rumors of troublemakers, even spies in the area.” The Captain said quickly and with a small bow, Alder quickly moved away. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, making his way through the halls; he exited the castle and moved across the dew covered grass toward the large and decorative stable. Alder wanted to take his horse today. It was an hour’s ride out, and Foxer needed the exercise. >>Cynthia<< Cynthia pulled her cloak tighter on her shoulders as a small breeze kissed her face. She felt awake this morning, like she did most. The fresh beauty had drawn her out hunting farther than normal. But she could feel the winter chill on the breeze and after a few suspicious snapping twigs; she was quickly regretting her decision of wandering. Cynthia knew her way back, or at least she thought, but she couldn’t return without a kill. It would be foolishness to go hungry so close to the winter. Gripping her oak bow in one hand, she crept through the brush, completely silent. It was then her eyes caught a fox, its red hair almost the small shade as her own. Cynthia pulled a arrow from the quiver at her waist and pulled the bowstring taunt. She aim was taken in seconds and with a soft thump, the animal fell to its side. Swinging he bow over her shoulder, she scurried toward her kill, thankful to be able to get out of this area of the wood.
ϾZanderϾ Zander pulled his blade from the body of his most recent victim. He felt bad for the man. From the looks of it, he had a wife and probably a family. But one does what one must. The soft jingle of coin in his pocket made him throw the guilt from his mind. From the man’s confession before his demise it seemed the gent was getting his hands a bit dirty as well. Zander wiped his dagger blade off on the dead man’s coat and then place it in his belt. He traced a small crescent shape on the man’s forehead, kissing his two fingers and pressing them in the middle of the ‘C’ shape. A sign of farewell. He did this on most of the people he murdered. If they had to leave, he hoped they left to a better place. Zander turned away from the scene and muttered a small incantation under his breath and his body was sudden transparent. Moving softly, he stepped outside the man’s house and took his place beside the town tavern, suddenly becoming visible again.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 20:18:04 GMT -5
{I'm debating where to put my character...would it make sense if she went into town to get something she couldn't get on her own?}
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jan 24, 2017 11:01:52 GMT -5
(Yea that wuld be fine. Archers are loners and live mostly alone, but they go into town and such. They just don't go into town and find best buddies to drink with and have a party all night xD)
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