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 Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 11:59 am
 This thread is for the recruitment of mortal Fae and Clanless Vampires that wish to join the Ravnos Clan.
If you are unsure about the clan or wish to know more about them please direct your attention to the Ravnos Clan thread. There is a lot of information there and if you are planning to try and join you REALLY should read it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 12:00 pm
What exactly do I do here and what is going to happen?
Its simple enough, you post the information required for recruitment, it gets looked over and your mortal Fae or Clanless Vampire will move onto the face to face portion (second stage) of recruitment. To which they may or may not be picked to join the clan.
I am looking for ACTIVE roleplayers only. If you are only looking to get your mortal Fae embraced so that they can have vampire babies up the wazoo then this is NOT for you. I want Clan Ravnos to flourish and the only way it will flourish is if it's members are active. If you join and become inactive I do have the power to kick your Vampire out of the clan pending explanation of lack of activity.
Mortal Fae: Mortal Fae who pass the final stage can get appearance upgrades. If the mortal Fae that you enter already HAS a bunch of edits you'll mostly likely only get fangs added.
Clanless Vampires: Vamps that enter that are barely edited at all (like minor accessories) could be given an upgrade/addition of edits.
Only 3-5 applicants will be chosen. Though you may enter more than one Faekat, only ONE of your Faekats can be chosen.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 12:01 pm
Treacherous Sinners f ever a clan was renowned for a wickedly black sense of humor, the Ravnos would be that clan. These Cainites are deceivers of the first order, weaving illusion and lies into elaborate schemes to part the foolish from whatever it is the Ravnos might fancy -- be it wealth, blood or even their victims' freedom. Like Mephistopheles or Old Scratch, the Ravnos ply their devil's deals with whomever they choose, be it human or Kindred, and woe to those who wind up unable to pay the hidden costs. Although many Ravnos see themselves as great tricksters, the generally benevolent tricks of Coyote and Raven aren't so much their style. Instead, they draw on a tradition of illusion and deceit inherited from the rakshasas and ghuls of the Middle and Far East. A Ravnos is a highly dangerous being with whom to sup or bargain. And these devils have been making their wagers and bargains for a long time indeed. The Ravnos are nomadic to the core and care little for permanent havens or positions in a city's established power structure. Even those who have chosen a given city for their home tend to establish and abandon havens as the mood strikes them, taking whatever lairs they like, doing as they please, and moving on when bored. This habit infuriates princes across the world, who resent the Ravnos' disregard for the Tradition of Hospitality. Few punish violators, though, for fear drawing the malice of the clan as a whole. Although the clan has long-standing ties with the Gypsies, few Ravnos enjoy the hospitality of their mortal kin. Perhaps the Gypsies know these vampires' true natures too well, and are loath to offer friendship to the undying. Perhaps the Ravnos themselves alienate their mortal families through their dangerous tricks. Whatever the reason, a Ravnos typically has no allies he can rely on regularly. His charm may win him a few temporary companions, and clan loyalty may draw fellow Ravnos to his side in times of dire need, but the vampire's path ultimately lies alone. Naturally, the princes of many cities are leery of allowing such tricksters free rein in their domains. The Ravnos' eccentric code of honor is strong, but rarely coincides with another Kindred's definition of the term. A Ravnos may break her word at will, unless she's spit in her palm and shaken n the deal. She'll defend her "good name" for all it's worth -- depending on what she considers slander. And she'll usually come to the defense of a clanmate, and vice versa; the Ravnos may take advantages of one another, but they consider it their privilege. Outsiders aren't allowed the same. Perhaps the most worrisome thing about the Ravnos is that as a clan, they managed to survive for centuries in Asia, where most Kindred are quickly hunted down and devoured by the ruthless Cathayans. No other Cainites know exactly how they managed this -- but now a possible reason is emerging. Rumores filted back to Europe and the Americas of elder things awakening, of ancient vampires shrugging off the earth of millennia and throwing the Cainite courts into disorder. Theses elder Ravnos -- if rumor speaks correctly -- have demonstrated terrifying mystical powers, including a talent for illusions so powerful they can affef the physical world. Time can only tell what part the reemergence of these "demon "kinds" will play in the Jyhad. (Please read the Clan thread linked in the first post if you would like more information. Honestly you really SHOULD read that thread anyhow. HINT HINT)
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 12:02 pm
So Now What?
Ravnos don't care about applications. Your kat will be sitting down with a Rom inside a dark, dank bar and the Rom will ask you a few simple questions, to which your kat will answer aloud.
Don't worry, we're all around you listening.
(Please make sure that you answer all questions in the form of rp, you can rp your kat coming in and sitting down at the table with the Rom if you'd like, or you can just go right into answering the questions. Make sure you post an image of your kat as well so we know what you look like.)
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The burly Rom sat at the small table, a table that was a bit too small for him, with his arms crossed over his dark furred chest. Black hair fell slick along his shoulders as he waited for the Gajo to approach.
Even as you approach, he does not move. Only stares with dark eyes until he clears his throat ever so slightly before leaning forward. The chair under him creaking from his weight. Putting his elbows on the table, he stared at you, his hands folded on top of one another in front of his face so that his mouth was obscured.
(Fill out the below form in RP response form.)
[img]IMG HAR[/img]
(Feel free to put a little rp blurb of your kat joining the Rom at the table)
"Name?"
"Skills?"
"Family? Mate?"
"What are looking for? What are your goals?"
"What do you feel you can bring to our Kumpania?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 12:05 pm
Special Insentive
Everyone who enters who does not get accepted into the clan will be placed into a raffle for a special prize. What this prize is...well that remains to be seen. Don't want to ruin the surprise~
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 3:55 pm
Entries for the initial first stage will be accepted only for one week. On April 17th entry posting will be closed off and the face to face (second stage) will begin.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 5:34 pm
 (Feel free to put a little rp blurb of your kat joining the Rom at the table) Checkmate pulled the poster from his belt and unfolded it, studying it one more time before glancing at the local dive. He was familiar with it, had spent more than a few nights making coin disappear for booze. Though this was the first time he'd ever been told to meet someone there for an interview. Though, perhaps 'interview' was too strong a word for this little meeting. He slipped through the door and immediately stepped to the side, letting his eyes adjust even as he did a mental sweep of the interior. Single story, tables scattered with four against each column, his mind worked methodically as he began to thread his way through the semi-crowded room, torches out in corner, excellent ambush point...Celada stumbled, gripping the back of a chair to regain his balance. He smiled as he continued walking, the small coin purse he'd liberated disappearing into his own coin purse. The raccoon saw his mark sitting at the bar, and slid onto a wobbly stool next to him. "Name?" Celada's lips quirked. "Blunt. I like that. Celada Muertes." "Skills?" "Ambush tactics, theft, occasional hired muscle, some jewelry appraisal... oh, and a maybe a little bit of throat-slitting here and there." "Family? Mate?" He shrugged. "Mother I don't care about, father who didn't care, so no." "What are you looking for? What are your goals?" Now he smiled. "I'm looking for something that takes me out of this miserable piss-ant town and the surrounding areas. I'm looking for new places to, shall we say, 'liberate' of their wealth. Purely in the interest of sharing, of course. And if what I'm looking for in life happens to put a blade between some ribs, well, I won't complain too much." "What do you feel you can bring to our Kumpania?" "Well, now, that's the question, isn't it? I can bring my knowledge of the art of ambush, for one thing. For instance, there's three major trading routes leading through this miserable little town. I know the best ambush spots along all three routes within a day's ride." He frowned. "Which is a bit of a problem lately, the guards are getting wise. Anyways, I know a little about jewelry appraisal, useful for getting a fair price." Celada leaned forward. "And, to be honest, I'm tired of working alone. I'll do damn near anything to get. Out. Of. Here."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:21 pm
 Eden wandered into the bar, and a grin split her face immediately. She had spent far too much time at high-class establishments, and the Regular never felt quite right there. No, somewhere a bit lower-class, a bit more...fun, that was her sort of place. She ordered a drink and looked around for a place to sit. Her eyes fell on a rather large Rom, and on the empty seat across from him. Well, there was never any fun in life without a bit of adventure. She walked over and sat down across from him.
"Mind if I sit here, friend?""Name?" "Eden Tradewind." She replied, taking a sip from her drink."Skills?" "Oh, a little of this, a little of that." She shrugged. "I wander from place to place quite a bit, so map reading, map making...acquiring property left unattended..." A smile flitted across her face. "And spinning a good yarn. You don't go as many places as I have and not pick up a few stories well worth sharing.""Family? Mate?" The Regular's face fell briefly. "Had a mate, once, for a while. It was nice, and it was the longest I've ever stayed in one place. Never had any kids or anything, though. Then one day, he was gone. I waited for a while, but he never came back. So I hit the road again." She shrugged, as if to put it back in the past. "Don't plan on trying that ever again, though. One messy heartbreak's enough for me.""What are looking for? What are your goals?" "My...goals?" Eden sighed wistfully. "To see as much of Faetasia as I can. To meet as many people as I can. To learn all kinds of interesting stories, and find all kinds of interesting things. In other words, to live as interesting a life as possible.""What do you feel you can bring to our Kumpania?" "Well, a darned good cartographer for one." She said. "And more than a few interesting stories. And my lovely self, of course." She joked, taking another sip of her drink. "That, and I'm not bad at getting people to give me things they might not otherwise part with, or at a price they wouldn't otherwise give, so I could certainly make sure we're getting the best price on anything we might need. Especially if that price is...free." She let a grin flit across her face for the briefest of moments.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:50 pm
(Feel free to put a little rp blurb of your kat joining the Rom at the table) The dark furred elf sat in the corner of the pub, seemingly unnoticed by most of the others in the room. Besides her usually colorful garb, she also donned a long, black shawl and hood set, concealing herself from onlookers who reveled in her odd beauty. For a moment, the female pulled her hood to one side so she could easily scan the room again. When she saw the male she was awaiting to meet with, she stood up carefully and quietly. He seemed to be the only one to notice.Prompt:The burly Rom sat at the small table, a table that was a bit too small for him, with his arms crossed over his dark furred chest. Black hair fell slick along his shoulders as he waited for the Gajo to approach.
Even as you approach, he does not move. Only stares with dark eyes until he clears his throat ever so slightly before leaning forward. The chair under him creaking from his weight. Putting his elbows on the table, he stared at you, his hands folded on top of one another in front of his face so that his mouth was obscured.With her shawl and hood pulled about her, she strode across the wood floors of the pub. Reaching the small table in which her contact sat, she nudged the chair with her foot and took a seat in front of him.
"It's good to finally meet," she cooed with a sly grin appearing as she pulled her hood back enough just for the male to see her face. It seemed that the male gave her a slight nod before he finally spoke."Name?" "I've taken to the name Valaina, as of late.""Skills?" Placing her paws together on the table, the female grinned again. "Supposedly I have a way with words. I'm able to use them, and my strange beauty, to convince others to trust me. This is indeed useful when I need to.. acquire certain items." She glanced from side to side rather quickly, still smirking a bit. "What began as a simple way to stay alive turned into a craving, almost a thirst, to possess whatever I wanted from others' possessions."
By any means, Valaina was not evil, but neither was she a goody two shoes. It was that she simply looked for the outcome that was most beneficial to herself or those she considered valuable friends. This also came to mind when making decisions, causing her to find the middle when it came to morals. "I also have a knack for easing my way into and out of the most delicate of situations. Of course, this takes a bit of planning on my part, but I've handled myself in that area well enough so far.""Family? Mate?" It was as if the questions bit her as she abruptly grabbed an area on her right arm. "None," she finally said, focusing on how to word a proper answer. "I'd lost the closest thing I had to a family long ago to vile tribe wolves, or so I was told. I've been a simple wanderer since, using whatever means necessary to survive.""What are looking for? What are your goals?" Valaina tilted back in her chair a bit, considering the questions. "What can I say?" she asked rhetorically, a bit of a shrug in her shoulders. "I'm intrigued." She then leaned in a bit closer, bringing her voice to a low, soft whisper. "I admit, curiosity gets the best of me. With the way I live, numerous rumors reach my ears, and the stories of the traveling tight-knit troupe of deceivers certainly caught my attention."
Valaina now raised her arms, folded her paws together, and rested her chin on top of them. "I simply wish to prove my worth to those who I may find shelter with." "What do you feel you can bring to our Kumpania?" "Should I feel welcome and comfortable in such a place, I would use my skills for the benefit of all those within. Do not take this lightly when I say I will protect those who I consider my own." Again, she grinned, feeling comfortable enough with her responses. Whether or not this burly male would agree to speak with her again was yet to be decided, which she knew. She gave a final little nod and turned away so slightly, raising a paw to order another drink from the waitress.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:57 pm
 Scarlett walked into the room with her head held high. Though her nerves where a bit frazzled she refused to allow anyone to notice. She walked with power tied to grace. She reached the table and sat down straighting her back and placing just her foldeds hand on her now crossed legs. As he looked up to the large male she gave a half smile."Name?" " Scarlett Penasco. Though most call me Scar.""Skills?" " My most fond skill is cursing love but I dabble in others. Such as potions and herbs. Most of them are to die for. I am also rather good at business perposales." She said with a small chuckle"Family? Mate?" " Never knew my parents. No mate, No flings, No children." "What are looking for? What are your goals?" " I am sorry I do not have goals. Goals are for those who have dout. Now what I have are plans. My plans are to move up the latter. To prove my worth and eventually stand by the side of a very powerful man. I plan for acceptance and something to call my own. I also wish to obtain a vast knowledge in what most would call witchcrafter. " She said with a grin, leaning back into her chair."What do you feel you can bring to our Kumpania?" " Vast people skills and my curses. I can also bring my knowledge is dealing with lesser beings. I am well organized and can priortise my time rather well." She ended there trying to leave some wandering in him. She refused give him all the details just yet.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 11:19 pm
 Draven made his way into the bar, looking around the dark room. He felt nervous venturing into a place like this, but he had always liked to think of himself as brave and uncaring, so he wasn’t about to let any of these insecurities show now. Seeing the Rom seated nearby, Draven ordered himself a drink and pulled out the chair across from him. He sat down confidently, casually leaning back with one arm over the back of the chair. “Evening, mate”. His heart was beating fast in his chest as the other male eyed him, but you’d never tell by his pokerface, “This isn’t secretly a blind date by any chance? Cause I’m afraid you’re not my type” he snorted, hoping to break the ice with what he thought was a funny joke…"Name?" “Hello to you too.” he answered with a smirk, “Draven Wolf, yours?” he glanced around the room to break eye contact, picking up his drink and taking a swig, “Gnarly joint here, dark and filthy like my soul”"Skills?" “You make a good conversation don’t ya mate?” again he smirked, “I kid, well I focus on my arts 'n music mostly. I make a mean sand sculpture… oh and the ladies love me. Something about the emptiness of my heart draws them to me like moths to lamp” he shrugged, “Gets tiresome” "Family? Mate?" Draven shook his head, swigging from his glass once more, “Nope, just me… normally I’d yank your chain and say I preferred it that way, but since your advert said something about fitting in and, treasure was it? Anyway I’ll be honest with you, sometimes it sucks being alone, ya know? As I said, girls seem drawn to me, but even when I’m completely surrounded by fangirls it feels like I’m trapped in some dank dark hole in the wall with no air or electricity… know what I mean?” he paused, waiting for some kind of response… "What are looking for? What are your goals?" “Uh, well basically I just want to find somewhere where I fit in”, he downed his drink in one gulp, “Also you said something about treasure. I want in on some treasure.” he grinned, “Besides, anything to get me away from the rest of my kind. They are too bouncy and happy and frankly sometimes I want nothing more then to snap their giddy little necks!” This was a complete lie. While Draven did find most Bilbae to be annoying and they were indeed too bouncy for his taste, the day he’d snap the neck of someone innocent would be the day he’d stick his tail in a fireplace and roast marshmallows off it. “I dunno, I really want to learn to be more dark and sinister and see things from the other side.”"What do you feel you can bring to our Kumpania?" “Humour?” his grin returned, “Seriously though, I’d be willing to try anything once. I have amazing finding skills, us Bilbae, whilst being insufferably happy creatures for the most part, are brilliant diggers so finding treasure would be a breeze for me. I’m also nocturnal so staying awake all night would be no problem for me, besides I don’t tire easily. Can’t say I’ve ever fought anyone before but as I said, I can give it a go.” He clenched his gloved fist, “Yeah, could probably do some real damage with these spikes… I can also play guitar and drums if that’s of any use to you?” Somehow he felt like this interview wasn’t going very well, but Draven figured at any rate at least he was being himself. “You should know, I don’t normally open up so easily to strangers like this.” he looked at his empty glass, “What was in this drink?”
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 11:32 pm
 Fergi enters the bar after a long day of tedious work, and only a small bag of goal to show for it. She puts the bag on the bar and orders a drink. After quickly putting it down, she looks about. This was the place where the flier came from, so this was the place she felt she needed to be tonight. Fergi felt she had to try and change her life. The red draekat had grown up with a white draekat, learning all the ways her mother did things, all the ways she never felt was right for her. Always the slow attack, the slow approach to things. A world that was always far too cold for her. She wanted excitement, fire in her life. Attack the situation head on, but since she always was yelled at when she tried that way growing up, she was so out of sorts with it. Fergi thought this promise of travel and treasure seem to be a great way to get what she needed. After spotting Rom, she knew he was who she need to talk to, so she goes over the the table and sits herself in front of him. But only resting at the end of the chair so she could get away faster if needed, with his look she was on her guard. "Name?""Fergi, a short and simple name. Only thing I got from my mother that was ever of any use." she smalls just a little. "Skills?""My breath can be an attack," She turns and looks at someone about 5 feet from her and opens her mouth, a group of small flames quickly leave then right before the hit the faekat they form into a group of crimson roses. She then turns back to face Rom. "So for a short time my breath attack is fire, but only at a short distance, sadly." "Family? Mate?""I had a mother, a White Draekat, but never felt at home with her. I have not seen her since she kicked me out on my first birthday as a young adult." that small smile from before was on her face again. "As for mate, have not found anyone. And really don't know what I like so haven't put too much effort in looking for anyone to play with either." "What are looking for? What are your goals?""Looking for? Faekats I can stay with. One person alone is an easy target for trouble. And I rather be the one making the trouble then the victim of it." Fergi taps her claws on the table a little. "And my goal, just something better to do with myself then use my breath for others' entertainment all the time, Sure, the roses help get money in the pocket, and food in the belly. But It is a rather demeaning way of life." "What do you feel you can bring to our Kumpania?""What can I bring? I am good at soaring high enough to be unseen, yet still seeing those under me. Or my strength can be a tool, I could be a guard perhaps? Especially if there is treasure to be protected." She smirks. "And if I have kin that share the same fire I have in me, they would be as important to me as any treasure I would ever obtain."
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 1:04 pm
 Hooves clicking softly as he crosses the dark spaces of the bar, Jaxom silently keeps half an eye out for anything going on around him. The shadows are not scaring him, but he would admit he would prefer to see more of what is in them, if only to see if there was anything of interest. Finally he settles across from the burly male he had approached, and tilts his head, silently considering the man."Name?" "My name? Hmmm Jaxom, though I rarely use it." He taps his fingers, in thought for a moment, as he considered that, then shrugs, accepting that here, and now, was no time to use the names he gave strangers, generally."Skills?" He stays silent for a long moment, fingers running along his other arm as he considers how best to answer this, his golden eyes gone dark in thought. "Mmmm... I can sing til dawn, with no break for more then something to wet my throat, I dance to any music at any tim, and am surprisingly coordinated at it, given the number of legs. Outside of that... When I choose, I am good at moving silently, staying to the shadows, watching what goes on in the light. I know myriad ways to muffle the sounds of my hooves, my motions, so that I can be forgotten, when I choose. When I wish to be seen for myself, it is at my desire, and rarely do I choose to let others remember me... though they might remember who I am pretending to be that day." He shrugs, as he accepts that, for good or ill, he was offering up his choice to lie to most. In this situation, it seemed more important to tell the other the truth. His eyes refocus on the face of the man questioning him, and he studies him again."Family? Mate?" He glances at his nails, and gives a slight expression of distaste. "I have no mate, though I have 2 sons, somewhere in the world. They are grown, living their own lives. I visit when I can, but they chose their paths, and I... am fine with my own. Their mother is off elsewhere, it was just one night of... enjoyment. I have yet to find a woman who is content with my wandering feet, let alone who would join me, and my children wished stability.""What are looking for? What are your goals?" "Goals... To sing, to dance, to let others see the masks I wear, and few to see what I am. To travel, and see new places, and learn the music and dances of them. To make the most of my life as I want to live it, not as others would have me live it. And to find people who don't chose to tell me that my restless ways are a sign that there is something wrong with me. And, perhaps, to show those who have tried to fit me into their little... boxes... what a ridiculous idea a box is." He sneers a moment, not at the man questioning him, but in response to the idea of being boxed in, trapped by the desires of others, before refocusing again, his face smoothing from the disgust of a moment ago."What do you feel you can bring to our Kumpania?" "My skills at hiding, and sneaking, I suppose. If the hooves of the beasts that draw your cart are too loud of a night, the practice I have at muffling my own would be... useful. My willingness to go where ever, to see new places, and not drag others behind. My voice, and my hooves, to add merriment to any event, and a cover with my song while others do what they'd like in quiet when the eyes of others are not on them... And the willingness to allow others that spotlight if they desire it." He settles back, and waits to see what the other male will say.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 1:41 pm
Kishi'd seen the fliers; archaic looking paper with broad black ink that soaked in - so like the sort of medieval scrolls that one read about. It wasn't the words on it so much as the feel she'd gotten - Did she feel lonely? No. That she didn't fit in, even within her wicked family? Sometimes. But the travel and treasure part? Oh, that sent a little frission through her body that she couldn't deny - didn't want to deny! And so it was that the four-armed female found herself in this dark place that stank of stale beer and sweat, of vomit and... something else, something strange and almost intoxicating. Before her, a stone-still male crowded the small table she was to sit at. But Kishi didn't sit, not immediately, she sized him up, as she was certain he was doing to her - what she saw was strength. With a toss of her died curls, the mask-wearing female sat, eyes slitted and staring right back at the male's eyes. "Name?" "Kishi." She saw no point in drawing that out - her parents had named her, that was it. Besides, this fellow seemed one that preferred an economy of words; she could appreciate. "Skills?" "Stealth, working with contagions. Brawling." Her tail twitched against the leg of the chair as she spoke, "Some less important ones that don't matter here and now." "Family? Mate?" Had she expected this sort of question? Sure, did she want to answer about her personal life? Not really. But, as the tacturn Rom had asked, she answered. " I have two 'close' siblings, 'Teko and Balaur." Her expression softened only the slightest with her next words, barely enough to tell that she felt, "A possible mate by the name of Eshu - He's better at stalkin' than I am." As for her parents, well...she quickly told the man her parents names: Dominic and Thorn. "What are looking for? What are your goals?" "I'm wanting to find someplace my skills are useful. Adventure. Excitement...the ability to waylay marks and get what I want." She shrugged her shoulders at that, feeling that whatever this man had to decide about her, it would be decided without her going flowery on it...as if she were that sort! "You know, what any other girl wants~" "What do you feel you can bring to our Kumpania?" His final question was almost insulting to Kishi; if she'd answered all his other questions, then she should know by know what she could bring to his Kumpania. But then she thought better of it - of course he would ask! It was a test of sorts. Mayhap she would pass, mayhap she would fail, but for now she would play along in this dark place of stale smells and sawdust. "I can bring you an edge, one with skills that can be used for the good of the Kumpania...and the good, or bad, of outsiders." She paused, leaning forward with her claws on the table, "I think you already have a measure of me and what I might bring. The real question is whether you have need of me or no." She was done. There was nothing more she was willing to say about herself, that wasn't how she played the game. Kishi didn't brag, unless one was talking about her siblings. But that was a normal thing for competetive sibs.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 2:13 pm
 Pazina had seen the posters around, and decided to go in on a whim. Feeling wanted? Yeah, she wanted that. She enjoyed doing things on her own, but having companions to back you up was always a good thing. Looking around, she spotted the swarthy-looking male and pulled up a chair opposite him."Name?" "Pazina, but most call me Zina", she replied. Putting her chin in her left hand, she studied the male opposite her as best she could, trying to get a reading."Skills?" "Now that's an excellent question. I mostly hunt, although I do make use of my kills and make leather goods, and occasionally bone trinkets. But my stealth and tracking are possibly my greatest assets." She still couldn't get a read on him, and was wondering what he was thinking of her."Family? Mate?" "None. Having a family would slow me down. One day, maybe, but for now, no.""What are looking for? What are your goals?" Another good question. Pazina took a moment to think of the answer that was closest to correct. "I'm looking for companions to assist me when needed, I suppose. I mostly do things on my own, but I wouldn't object to having a couple of close companions to watch my back and to just have around." She looked around slowly, measuring the people around them. No one seemed to care what was going on, and if they did, they didn't make it obvious.
She sighed. "As for goals, I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps to travel more, although I travel quite a bit as it is. Making more use of my skills would be nice. Trading with more people. Increasing my leather working skills and bone-crafting would be pretty valuable, and I'm sure that your 'Kumpania' may have such talented people to work with and study.""What do you feel you can bring to our Kumpania?" "I'm a hunter. I can track and kill in silence, on top of tracking something tirelessly. I won't stop until I get what I'm after. Once I set a target, I won't stop until I've got it trapped and am sure it's sucked in it's last frightened breath." Talking about it had settled her inner killer into her bones once more, and she itched for the hunt. But with the patience she had learned, she waited to see if the male across from her would ask anything more of her, or dismiss her.
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