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Post by ℊℓоω on Nov 30, 2017 16:56:38 GMT -5
.Character Page. Congratulations! If you've made it this far, it probably means you're about the join the RP. I'm about to explain some things that I'll probably get questions about. Firstly, please post one time per character (not per person). Secondly, if you have questions about coding, please don't hesitate to ask. Optionally, you could send me the information in your form and I can do the posting myself. Thirdly, yes you may make older witchers as well. They are not counted in the slots, and you can make them for whatever school you wish so long as they have a reason for being in Kaer Morhen. Just ask me quickly first.
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Post by ℊℓоω on Nov 30, 2017 16:58:05 GMT -5
.Nemo Richards.✘ Thirty-one years old ✘ Male ✘ School of the Viper Appearance:Nemo was once described by a colleague as being a human incarnate of the god of the underworld, and that was one of the greatest compliments he ever received. Indeed, there is a innate, radiating wickedness when one observes Nemo. He is taller than the average man by about six inches. His height adds to his general air of authority. It is, however, undermined slightly by the slimness of his build. He is a naturally wiry man, with long limbs and a boniness he has never quite outgrown. His shoulders are thankfully broad enough to encourage an essence of athleticism. Anyway, the Hades comparison is likely due to his long black hair, which drapes around his shoulders like spilled ink. He is a very pale man no matter how much he trains in the sun. His skin is like fresh parchment and gives a slight transparency that on anyone else would suggest sickliness. His features are of good proportion and shape. His nose is long and narrow and his eyes have an almost serpentine quality (fitting given his school). His mouth is shapely and attractive. H has a tendency to pull it into a devilish smirk. Nemo's entire body is painted with countless tattoos. There are even some on his face, a few turquoise lines extending up from his jaw and aiming diagonally toward his cheekbones. They resemble scars from some clawed creature. There are also the tentacles of a black squid peaking out from his collar. As far as attire goes, Nemo wears the standard black and deep red viper school armor.
Personality:Being in the viper school is fitting for a man of such cunning. Nemo is as slippery as an eel, particularly in tough situations. He has a strong instinct for self preservation, and often only considers his own best interest. That being said, it would be a mistake to call him an evil man. He might be cynical and ambitious, but Nemo also has an inherent charm. He has a strong sense of humor, even when the world is seemingly burning around him. He is an exceptional negotiator and has a reputation for getting the most coin for any task. The man is relatively independent and will sometimes disappear for weeks at a time, only to return a little richer. It would be wise to avoid making any sort of deal with him, for it is not below him to scam even his friends.
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Post by ℊℓоω on Nov 30, 2017 17:00:01 GMT -5
.Ebba Marling.✘ Twenty two years old ✘ Female ✘ School of the Wolf Appearance: If there was one word Ebba could eliminate from the English language, it would be the word "cute". As aggravating as it is, the descriptor certainly fits her (no matter how much she insists it doesn't). The young woman is very small, considering she only reaches about 5'4 when stretching out as much as she is able. She is slender and agile, making her comically easy to toss when sparring with the men in her school. But she has the reflexes of a cat and can reportedly outrun everyone in Kaer Morhen (though she will never agree to another race for fear of losing that title). Ebba has long brown hair, which in the right light takes on a reddish/golden tint but in most instances is simply dark. Her face is symmetrical and feminine, with large almond eyes and fanned black lashes. Her eyes, the with the characteristic catlike pupil, are a warm shade of brown. Ebba's grandfather was an elf, so her ears are slightly pointed. She does like to tuck her hair in order to hide them, despite most witchers insisting they don't care about her parentage. Her armor is as expected for her school. Slim black breastplate, a reddish wool undershirt, padded black leather and cloth pants. The swords strapped to her back are her most prized possessions. The steel sword was given to her by her mother before she left, a blade once used by her great grandfather in battle. The silver once belonged to the first female witcher of the wolf school. It is light and slim, with runes all down the blade which glow gold when monsters are near.
Personality: Witcherdom is not for the faint of heart, male or female. While outward strength or assertiveness are not the first words that come to mind when it comes to Ebba, it goes without saying that it took a lot to get the the point where she is. That being said, most would define Ebba as a very female presence. She is very much on the "yin" spectrum. She is observant and often yielding to the expectations of others. Gentle and intelligent, she withholds her own opinions for the sake of keeping the peace. This isn't to say she is weak. Ebba is quick to befriend new people. She cares very much for how she is perceived by others, and goes to great lengths to be liked by everybody. Ebba's mentor was often critical of her tendency to make swift and decisive decisions. In fights, she finds it difficult to commit to one action. Also, because she seeks constant approval, she finds it tough to deal with criticism. This is to be expected, of course, given the circumstances. Nevertheless, Ebba exhibits strength in almost all of the necessary categories and is expected to be an exceptional witcher.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 30, 2017 20:36:07 GMT -5
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 1, 2017 2:23:12 GMT -5
.Reigns.✘ Twenty-nine years old ✘ Female ✘ School of the Wolf At first glance, it would be difficult to pin Reigns as a member of the elite and reviled Witchers. She's rather petite, just barely reaching five-two in height. She's slim and curved, agile and swift - lending well to her skill in hand-to-hand and close combat weaponry. Her face is a mix of round and heart-shaped, mostly symmetrical - as much as a human can be, anyway, since exact symmetry is almost entirely unnatural. Her nose is straight and slightly upturned, her lips are soft and have the appearance of being full, and her eyes are almond-shaped, framed by dark lashes. Her irises were once sea-colored, a blend of gray, green, and blue swirling together to create something similar to the color of the stormy seas. Upon successfully completing the Trial of Grasses, Reigns' eyes took on the cat-like appearance that marks her as a Witcher. Her irises are a blend of amber and gold, surrounding a slitted pupil. Like a cat's, Reigns' eyes can have a reflective quality to them, seeming to refract light back in its original direction. Soft golden-white hair drapes down Reigns' shoulders, often kept up in a tight bun or ponytail to keep it out of the way. Again, after the Trial, Reigns hair took on a more snow-colored appearance, although the golden remains in some strands. Like those of the School of the Wolf, Reigns dresses in light-weight armor that hugs her form, although it doesn't do much to accent her curves. The armor is tough but easy to move in, a blend of leather, steel, and iron crafted by Reigns herself. She's rather found of her boots, considering she's traveling more often than not. She's also usually draped in a semi-heavy travel cloak, lined with fur and leather to keep warm. Winters in Kaer Morhen tend to get bitterly cold. Reigns always carries at least two swords - one silver, one steel - on her person, but more often than not there's an almost innumerable amount of blades on her form.
The best word to describe Reigns is 'aloof.' Despite her objectively good looks, she seems to be wholly unaware of any sort of attention. That is, unless Reigns decides to turn her sea-colored gaze to someone. Her face is often stoic and emotionless; most of her facial expressions include the occasional raised brow, a bored look, a half-smirk - that sort of thing. Don't let Reigns' aloof attitude fool you, though; she's hyper-aware of the world around her, and catalogues almost everything she sees and hears. Her photographic memory helps with that. Although her most powerful instinct is self-preservation, Reigns is dedicated to herself and those she deems worthy of something resembling friendship, and will kill anyone that threatens them or gets in her way. She isn't conscious-less, though. She doesn't necessary enjoy killing, but she won't hesitate if it's necessary. The world exists in shades of gray to Reigns, and as a Witcher, it's her duty to remain relatively neutral - something that she more often than not takes pretty seriously, unless the politics of the world directly affect her. She's wickedly sharp, dangerously clever, and almost perfect at reading people. Her blades are almost as sharp as her tongue; Reigns' wit is rather legendary among the Witcher world. All of this combined make Reigns the near perfect candidate for a Witcher; she brooks no arguments to orders, tolerates no dissension, and will suffer disrespect from no man. To cross Reigns is to meet the edge of her blades, and to dance with death itself.
Reigns doesn't talk about her past - ever. The only time it's mentioned is in passing conversation, such as 'I remember when this [town/port/etc] was far less crowded' or 'I've dealt with scarier men than you.' That sort of thing. Reigns was born to a rather wealthy family - a merchant whose business was involved in trade, especially of fine textiles and rare goods from the far east. Reigns was tutored in math, science, navigation, geography, and a variety of other subjects. Still, Reigns was often the problem child, as she refused to bow to the will of the men in her family - especially her father. When it came time for her to be wed to a man of her father's choosing, Reigns tried to resist and protested the union, but ultimately was out-voted. She was wed on a cool September night, but by the next morning she was gone with the wind. Something happened that night - something traumatic enough to cause Reigns to leave her rather comfortable and protected night. She doesn't talk about it - ever. No exceptions. There are rumors that Reigns isn't her real name; they're true, but her real name is known to none but her, her family, and the friends of her past. She dropped it the day she fled and joined the mercenary's world, and after some time she found among the Witchers of Kaer Morhen. She's never looked back.
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Post by ℊℓоω on Dec 1, 2017 16:01:58 GMT -5
.Dyzek Mecca.✘ Eighty-seven years old ✘ Male ✘ School of the Wolf Appearance: Dyzek is the first to admit he's a handsome man. He's so aware of his attractiveness that it's become a bit of a running joke at Kaer Morhen. Thankfully the witcher mutagens have allowed him to cling to his prime for much longer than the average man. Despite being nearly ninety, he appears to be in his mid thirties. He is darker in complexion than many witchers, and the experiments did little to alter his skintone or hair color. His skin is a warm sallow which tans easily. His hair, eyelashes, and brows are all deep brown, nearly black. His eyes as well are rather dark, although the trial of the grasses did leave him with bits of amber around the pupil. Dyzek wears his hair at a medium length, though it does depend on the time of year and his access to a pair of sharp scissors. One constant is his beard, for without it he claims to look like a "sixteen year old". As far as attire goes, Dyzek has owned the same set of armor for about forty years. It was made specifically in the wolf school style, although his attire has hints of silver and blue instead of red. On a typical day, he opts not to wear the breastplate because it "chafes". Rather, you're more likely to see him wearing a fitted wool top. Strapped on his back are two swords; one of silver and one of steel. The latter is a heavy two-handed blade which he wields with great confidence. The silver is newer and he refers to it using the name of his latest female conquests.
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Dec 3, 2017 21:25:56 GMT -5
.Brynden Rivers.✘ Twenty eighty years old ✘ Male ✘ School of the Cat Appearance: Standing a shade below six feet tall, Bryn is tall, lanky, and lean. A pale shade carved out against the night, cloaked in darkness save for a few features. His hair is pale, hovering between silver and white. In the sun it glows more white, but dimmer lights show the silver strands woven throughout. Straight and silky, it falls to his shoulders in uneven layers. Bryn is not the most traditionally attractive man, with delicate and angular features that have been marred by scars. While the scars are out of place, his face has almost a feminine feel with high cheek bones, a slim straight nose, and a thin and pale mouth. However the scars have ruined those soft features and hardened them. A slicing scar cuts from his left cheekbone to the edge of his top lip. Three scars slash over his left eye, and while he is not blind, he has trouble seeing out of it. His eyes are dark violet, the left one slightly paler and milkier than his right. His skin is so pale he is nearly translucent, the sun easily burning his skin pink or even red. Bryn, then by default, dresses in the colors of blood and smoke, a heavy cloak and hood shielding his face. Bryn has elf blood somewhere in his line, most likely on his mother’s side since her ears were quite prominent, but his are much less defined and only point up a bit from underneath his silvery white hair. He wears smoky gray armor, lightweight and perfect for stealth movement. His sword is double edged with silver and steel, but his preferred weapon is a crossbow.
Personality: A quiet, shadowy figure that seems to be made more of mysticism and smoke than of flesh and blood and heat. Bryn has always looked more dead, more expressionless, like an animated corpse and his personality does nothing to dispel of that notion. He is sly, but lacks ambition. Brynden is a survivalist, he will do anything, including betray his loved ones, in order to protect himself. This has earned him reputation of being snake-like, untrustworthy, and quite unlikable. He’s comparable to a wet blanket, with his cold eyes and unsmiling mouth, but Brynden is not evil. He isn’t a charming casanova, but he has been alone so long that making bonds is troublesome.
Background: Brynden is not one to be swayed to speak of his past. Sometimes there is a hint of a sisters, just in reference of delicate gold things that were broken in the darkness of the world. There is a quick word about brothers who towered over him and pushed him to fight for himself, but his hatred for them burned away a long time ago. He’s never spoken about his sweet mother with an iron core of strength and or the father that is only a whisper of a memory. It’s only the sting of the back of a hand that he remembers the most, but even that is a hazy blur.
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Dec 3, 2017 21:26:48 GMT -5
.Aerys Maelíosa.✘ Twenty five years old ✘ Male ✘ School of the Manticore Appearance: an agile and lean young man with elegant and noble features. Aerys was born to wealthy merchant parents and his well-trained physique and soft features show this. His hair is long, shiny, and dark. It hangs down in straight layers to his shoulder blades, although he has been tempted to cut it quite short, he hasn’t gotten the courage to do it yet. It spills like blue-black ink, wavier layers curling to frame his delicate face. Aerys has a straight, slim nose and high cheekbones, matching his thin physique. Aerys is sly, his eyes one moment soft and the next iron hard, never showing what he completely feels or believes. His eyes are piercing blue against his pale skin, almond shaped and narrow with thick ink black lashes. He has an ageless kind of face, one that is forever young. Although, while his face is young, he does not look naive. His cheeks are smooth and colorless, no hint of scruff growing in any time soon, adding to the immortal like quality of Aerys. He has thin, angular, dark brows that frame his narrow eyes, giving him a more mischievous look.
Personality: Despite being a cool and icy individual, Aerys is sharp tongued, fiery, and a brute. He is not the sweet boy that he was thought to be born, rather he has been a snake from the cradle. He has little regard for others, but will keep others around and keep their loyalty if it suits him. As soon as it becomes too much of a burden or he is losing, he will drop them like they’re nothing. He has little patience for others, but can keep cool if he is better off that way. He has darker interests, most of them having little regard for the greater good. Aerys is ruthless, paranoid, and sly. There are flashes of charm, but it is only smoke and mirrors. While Aerys, to most people who he comes into contact, feels like a villain, he isn’t. He is limited in the bonds with others that he makes, but he when his ambitions line with someone else’s, he becomes a close ally and maybe even friend, showing off his dry humor and rare smile.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 4, 2017 2:20:49 GMT -5
.Sora.✘ Twenty-six years old ✘ Female ✘ Sorceress Perhaps the best word to describe Sora is sultry. Like most half-elves, Sora is tall and somewhat willowy; her form is lean and agile, although there’s a few curves in the right places. Her hair is a blend of ashen gray and midnight black – the black, however, is far more predominant. Sora’s face is near symmetrical, with a straight nose, full lips, and almond-shaped eyes. Her brows are straight and dark colored, her lashes are long and frame her sultry gaze. Sora’s eyes are an icy, almost crystalline and transparent, blue that seem to pierce into one’s soul. She has a way of focusing her gaze so intently on someone that it’s as if she’s peeling back layer after layer, to peer into the heart of someone and see their fears and desires. Most often, Sora has a bit of make-up; a deep red lipstick that intensifies the pale coloring of her skin, and a bit of red around her eyes in the style of war-paint – though the later is an occasional thing. She usually keeps her hair back, although not far enough to reveal her ears. A few piercings frame her ears as well. There’s a slight point to her ears that’s noticeable if one looks closely, thanks to Sora’s elven heritage on her mother’s side. Sora’s fingers are slender, with well-maintained nails. While most of her form is flawless, there are a few scars that dot her arms, and several tattoos – one of a raven opening its wings to a crescent moon, another of depiction of a Rider of the Wild Hunt, and a few various others – extend across her back. Sora’s usual attire is a pair of breeches, and a form-fitting tunic; as a sorceress, she’s on the move more often than not – especially with today’s tumultuous environment. Mages were on the run, after all. Still, Sora does enjoy dressing up in elegant gowns like any other person.
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Post by ℊℓоω on Dec 4, 2017 22:42:44 GMT -5
.Alessia Ruyne.✘ One hundred fifteen years old ✘ Female ✘ Sorceress Appearance: Alessia radiates the type of confidence that leaves most intelligent people feeling slightly wary. She's as tall as most men, with a slim and elegant build. She dresses like a queen from head to hips, typically wearing a dramatic black top layered with iridescent green feathers. The top has no back and extreme shoulders. She pairs it with slim black trousers, which allow for more movement than a skirt or dress. Alessia's ensemble is incomplete without a pair of tall black boots with a heel. As far as complexion goes, she is a very pale woman. Skin the color of snow. Her hair is barely a shade darker and warmer, but most would define it as white. When down, it is silky and straight as an arrow. Typically, however, she wears it in a loose bun at the back of her head. Her face is highly feminine and deceptively beautiful. Slim black brows, pale green eyes, and lips painted a deep shade of nude. Another important feature of the sorceress's appearance is the twisting silver tattoo of a snake around her wrist. She is absolutely untrustworthy. Anyone with eyes can tell you that.
Personality: Alessia commands every room she walks into. She is absolutely an alpha female; demanding, outspoken, and vicious. The majority of what comes out of her mouth is sarcastic and bitingly sassy, and what remains is brutally honest. She does not fear making enemies, in fact she seems to revel in it. It is not uncommon for her to do things just for the sake of spiting someone who wronged her. She also has a distinct, bell-like cackle. It was put most simply by her own mother: "Alessia is evil." Those few who like her, however, would defend the woman by saying "evil" is too definite a word. For Alessia has yet to prove herself as truly evil. Though she may do or say things that others would consider questionable, one might argue that most of the time those things are justified. Or at very least, she is saving everyone time by being honest. Many of the sorceress's actions are ultimately for the greater good, though you'll never hear that from her. Deep down, perhaps there is a heart in that serpent's chest. Though it might be as small and hard as an river stone.
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 10, 2017 2:17:55 GMT -5
.Callista Frey.✘ Twenty six years old ✘ Female ✘ School of the Manticore Callista is stunning. Anyone telling you anything different is trying to sell something. Right away, one notices her fiery locks that are always spilling down her back. Her hair used to be a dull auburn, but the finishing the Trial amplified it to a berry red. One can almost always find a soft smirk playing on the soft lips of the young Witcher. Her fair skin is smooth and unblemished, not a freckle or spot on her face. If it weren't for her eyes, one would barely be able to tell what she is. They shine a bright and pale blue, and they have a shimmering quality that seem almost unnatural. Their cat-like shape doesn't help the allure they have. Callista has fine, delicate features that only seem to emphasize her sweet, feminine appearance. She stands at a strong 5'8", and her curvy body is well muscled, though it is not the most easy feature to recognize. Though her face may not have a single mark on it, her arms and upper body have dozens of faint, white scars, most of which come from her training and time as a Witcher. On her right bicep, she has a swirling design tattooed into her pale skin. It doesn't mean anything, but she likes the way it looks. It weaves down her arm, and the swirling pattern comes to a close as it wraps around her middle finger. She wears the typical clothes for someone of the Manticore. She wears tight fighting dark pants which are tucked into lace-up boots that reach her mid-shin. Her shirts are often long-sleeved, but with a low neckline, and of a lighter color. Her armor is very lightweight, and is a light bronze color. She keeps her two blades strapped flat against her back.
Cunning. That's what she is. She is quick on her feet and has a silver tongue. Callista knows how to get what she wants, and if she wants it bad enough, she will fight with tooth and nail to get it. She is very competitive, and is known to hold grudges. But that's only if you get on her bad side. If you manage to be on her good side, be prepared for one of the best allies you've ever had. She is very outgoing, and can easily interact with people wherever she goes. She is very good at finding out information, often courtesy of her sharp tongue and good looks. Callista will do anything to protect those she care's about, just as she will stop at nothing to ruin you if you betray her. One can often find her talking and flirting with people. She is ridiculously stubborn, and there are times when she does not think things through, her mouth going faster than her mind. She likes to rely on her own wits and strength, and it's always Callista first. To her, everything comes with a price, and the only way to get what you desire is to pay up
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 10, 2017 3:03:37 GMT -5
.Mateo Embros.✘ Twenty-nine years old ✘ Male ✘ School of the Griffin I'm too tired right now, so here's the basics. He's hot, sassy, and on his way to steal yo' girl.[/quote]
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