|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 9:19 am
PROFILE: Name: Age: Gender: Species: Physical Description: (Try to be detailed – more than a single paragraph please) Personality: (Detailed – more than a single paragraph) Inventory: (What you were wearing and carrying at the time of abduction) Likes: Dislikes: Career/Schooling: Additional Information: (This is the place to talk about any useful skills you may have, any important details or relevant history. You can pretty much write anything you wish about your character here that has not already been covered) Image/s: (Optional)
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 9:22 am
Name: Valerie Stone Age: 23 Gender: Female Species: Human
Physical Description: Pretty, in a simple, elegant fashion. Not one to wear layers of make-up, her natural beauty shines through at all times. Her auburn hair falls in long waves and curls, ending around her shoulders, a contrast to her bright, emerald eyes. Her skin is sun kissed, and she has more than a few freckles, which only add to her quaint charm.
She has a very heart shaped face, and her cheek bones are a little on the high side. Her lips are pink and pouty, not to mention usually turned up in a smile, and her nose is slightly upturned, cute and button like. She looks a little innocent, but don't let her fool you too quickly, looks can be deceiving! She seems to radiate love and good nature.
She is hardly short, standing at 5'6, but neither is she tall. She's quite slim, although she is not quite sickly, seems like she is headed in that direction though. She has some curves, which she seems quite fond of indeed. Don't be too shocked if you see her copping a feel on herself one day.
Her ears are pierced once, but that is the only piercing she has, although she has considered getting more. She has a small tattoo of a butterfly on her left hip, it's a very colorful and ethereal looking butterfly, and she likes to see it as very representative of herself. She likes to wear a good bit of jewelry around her neck, but she stays away from rings and most bracelets, because they tend to either get in the way or get ruined when painting. She has plenty of scars, and bruises, all obviously from shooting up, but she hides them well with make-up.
She has a good bit of Southern Belle charm, which comes across in both the confident way she holds herself and her accent. Not one of the strongest accents you're likely to hear, but noticeable none-the-less, very sweet and sugary, like most aspects of her personality and appearance alike.
Personality: A Seemingly care free, bohemian artist. Valerie isn't afraid of being exactly who she is, which happens to be a very happy person. She is very extroverted, and instantly takes to new people, and thanks to her good nature and natural charisma they usually take right back. She is the type of girl who usually has a smile for everything, and sees the glass as half full.
The artist has run with a bit of a rough crowd in the past, but she definitely knows how to act in high society, which thankfully has helped get her works into some fairly decent galleries, she can at least pay her bills most of the time. Things do get tough occasionally, and she has been on the streets once or twice before. She has good manners and social graces when it's important, but mostly she is a relax, lay back, enjoy the ride, and have some fun type of girl. Her life is hardly centered around hard work, since she loves what she does.
She is quick to take lead if she sees no one else is doing that job, but if there is someone more suitable, well then that's fine with her too, she's got a highly adaptable personality due to her careless nature, many might even consider her reckless. She's usually not temperamental, or likely to throw a tantrum, but she has a couple hot button issues, and if she has a problem she is probably going to confront you about it. She just sees it as better to be upfront and honest. One thing she hates to be called is a liar.
She has a bit of a rebellious streak, so don't try and oppress her. She'll tell you what's what and do as she see fits when she's in the mood to. She doesn't tend to keep steady or long term relationship, partly because of her flighty nature and partly because of her drug use, not to mention a dislike for real commitments of any sort.
She likes to explore new places and meet new faces, and so she frequently moves from town to town, never really settling down all the way. One day she is there, the next she is packing her bags and jumping a plane, train or bus, whatever it takes. Most of her art is dealt through third parties and such so she doesn't have to deal with the hassle, although she will if she has to. Her art is her life.
Lately her drug habit has really escalated, and is beginning to take a bit of a mental and physical toll on her. She's dependent on Heroin, and usually shoots up three or four times a day, occasionally more. She's had a couple of off high hallucinations, and is maybe a little more paranoid than she used to be, but so far things haven't been too dramatic.
Inventory: A bulky back pack with a nice sketch book, pencils, paint brushes, paints, her camera, and plenty of heroine and needles. Because she stuffs them everywhere all the time. It helps to keep up the creative juices. Also in the back pack are the things you'd expect to find in a woman's purse, or at least this narrators, and some things for sudden overnight stays, which were frequent for Valerie. Hair brush, tooth brush, little tube of tooth paste, little mini deodorant, keys, wallet, mints, hand sanitizer, Pain killers (not Tylenol), a change of panties (you never knew if you would meet a handsome stranger, or friend even who takes your breath away when out), a few pieces of gum, sun glasses, hair ties, iPod, make-up.
Likes: Art, drawing, painting, liberation, love, friends, sunny days, the color yellow, relaxing, reading, music, traveling, museums, lazy days, rainy days, adventure, Heroin.
Dislikes: Jerks, rap and screamo, staying in one place for too long, settling in, commitment, "haters" of almost anything.
Career/Schooling: She has a fine arts degree, it's pretty much completely useless.
Image/s:
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 4:12 am
Name: Edward Walter Jameson Age: 29 Gender: Male Species: Human Physical Description: Edward is fairly average in height at five foot and nine inches. He's trim though, as he likes to keep himself fairly active when he can. This is a habit he picked up from his grandfather. His skin is fashionably pale though he does tend to tan a little quicker than he would like and he often sports something of a small hint of colour in summer whether he likes it or not. He dresses very fashionably for the time, always in suits neatly laundered and tailored. He favours top hats as well.
His eyes are sparkling blue and quite often the thing young ladies will remark on to one another secretly. They also mention his hair. It falls just a little past his shoulders and is a fine golden blond. He nearly always keeps it tied back with a velvet ribbon when out in public, keeping himself neat and tidy as much as he can as a proper gentleman should. His features are fine and refined, keeping a little of his boyish charm from his youth.
He holds himself with the straight posture and grace of most Victorian gentlemen, as he was born in the mid 1800s and raised with Victorian traits and sensibilities. As such he keeps himself organised as much as he can at all times. So you can expect to find the necessary items of daily life somewhere in the pockets of his frock coat. And as such he is normally carrying a cane or umbrella, depending on the weather. Personality: Edward is a very proper fellow, as he was raised by his father. His father owns quite a bit of land he inherited from family and makes a generous living renting it to local farmers. As such Edward grew up wanting for nothing. He has explored as far as India and China, Egypt even Africa and has been promised a chance to visit the Amazon on a steamboat soon. He dreams of adventures, though he keeps the stoic and upper-class image of being an ordinary bored gentleman.
His grandfather, on the other hand, encouraged him to learn to work with his hands. He believed that all gentlemen should know the life of the common man and seeing as he owns his own small farm every summer Edward spent with him was one of hard work and dirt. At first he hated being away from the familiar security and pampering of his nanny but the older he grew the more he began to enjoy the work. It's something that has served him well during his adventures.
Edward does of course enjoy the privileges of his status. Living in London he gets to spend time at his favourite gentleman's club, whiling away the hours with fine drinks, tobacco and card games. There is always something new to discuss in the news and he can frequently be found poring over the latest Times, commenting on certain articles with the others present.
At the time of his abduction he had begun courting a young lady of fine breeding, daughter of one of his father's friends. It was said to be a most agreeable match, and the lady seemed quite receptive to his slow advances. Though there is the suspicion from Edward's father that his heart is not quite in it and as such he has had to endure several lectures on what is and is not proper, and family honour and other such dull topics. His mother is too meek and mild to be too concerned with such things, though she looks forward to her children giving her grandchildren some days. For now she amuses herself with the young Indian servant boy Edward brought back from his travels as a companion and helper for her in her weaker years. Inventory: Wearing – cotton two-piece long johns, tailored grey and black striped breeches with a high waist, white cotton shirt, black silk waistcoat, black silk cravat, leather boots, black woollen frock coat and a black silk top hat. Carrying – a silver pocket watch on a chain, a silver tie pin and cufflinks, a copy of the Times, a black cane with a silver top, two pounds, twelve shillings and six pence in a small coin purse, a fountain pen and small bottle of black ink, a pouch of fine tobacco, a pair of kid skin gloves, a white cotton handkerchief and a small pipe. Likes: Adventures Travelling Tea Conversation Working with his hands Dislikes: Losing at card games Ignorance Sports Wool undergarments Society dances Career/Schooling: Edward was able to go to Eton thanks to his father's funding and as such he was able to go to Cambridge where he studied English, Latin and Literature. Additional Information: Edward is actually fairly knowledgeable about basic farming, though the bulk of his skills there are physical. He can guide a plough and care for farm animals, he even has a basic understanding of crop rotation. But he's no expert. He has however developed a bit of a flair for exploration during his travels and is as happy in a tent on safari as he is in his study in London. Image/s:
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 8:07 am
Name: James Sparrow Age: 24 (born in 1699, abducted in 1723) Gender: Male Species: Human Physical Description: At just over six feet tall, James is rather tall for a man of his time period, though this isn't always evident as the pirate frequently slouches. Long blonde hair reaches his midback, and a few strands invariably free themselves from hat and bandanna to fall in front of a pair of startlingly blue eyes. Though he's got a few scars scattered across his body from swordfights, he's still quite good looking. This is probably thanks to the habits he picked up as a young boy, washing whenever he gets the chance. A pirate he may be, but dirty he is not, even if he has to resort to bathing in sea water. His style of clothing is typical for his occupation, a pair of sturdy boots and leather pants, a relatively clean shirt, and a waistsash that serves as a handy hiding place for pistols and the occasional flask of rum. A red bandanna does a somewhat decent job of keeping his bangs out of his face, and is frequently topped with a feather adorned tricorn hat. His coat is not unlike the ones worn by the English Navy of his time, and is rumored to be just that, perhaps stolen during a raid. The man usually carries anywhere from two to four weapons on him, and has a great fondness for flintlock pistols. Personality: In a word, James is laidback. Extremely so. It's obvious in his slow, unhurried movements, his often slouching posture, and his casual tone of voice. It's lead to many an opponent, whether fellow pirate or naval officer to underestimate the tall blonde, thinking him slow in the head, or just plain weak. However, James is anything but. Beneath that casual air is a wickedly sharp mind, and is every bit as fit as a man his age should be. He's also the kind of man who tries to talk people into doing what he wants, rather than using violence right from the start. Second chances are something frequently seen on his ship, though mutineers and thieves are frequently dealt with on the spot. Despite his wild lifestyle, James enjoys his peace and quiet when he can get it, and has been looking for a peaceful retirement since nine years of piracy have brought him enough wealth and adventure to satisfy him. Thanks to his early upbringing, he usually behaves as quite the gentleman, resorting to violence only when forced. Inventory: One flask of rum, his cutlass, two flintlock pistols, seven extra shots and a pouch of black powder. He also carries a small dagger, stuffed in the back of his waistsash along with his pistols. Likes: Sailing Being a pirate Freedom The ladies A little peace and quiet now and then (and a bit of rum every once in a while) Dislikes: Dealing with drunken crew members Dealing with the English Navy Getting into battles with other ships His family Career/Schooling: He's been a pirate for the past nine years, a captain for the last four. Additional Information: The middle child of a moderately rich family, James was getting quite sick of being ignored in favor of his older brother and baby sister. At the tender age of 15, he ran away from home, and started hanging around the docks. Eventually the boy fell into a life of piracy, and found that it suited him far better than being some proper young lad at home. The former captain of his ship took the teen under his wing, teaching the lad the tricks of the trade, and when the older man died five years later, James became the new captain. Despite his laid back, forgiving nature, he's managed to stay captain of his ship for five years. Image/s:
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 5:09 pm
Name: Tuesday & Wednesday Miller Age: 8 Gender: female Species: Human Physical Description: Physically the girls were identical. Long brown hair fell far past there shoulders. On there faces sat the cutest big brown eyes that could make you melt (twice over). A small perfect nose sat in-between two rosy cheeks. There frame stood shortly at 3'9''. However Tuesday was fast to show people that being short was not an advantage. Telling the girls apart physically was nearly impossible however there clothing styles differed. Tuesday's outfits generally contained bright, or neon colors. Wednesday on the other hand chose her clothing by how they felt. She just loved texture. Her favored thing to wear were corduroys. She also loved anything fuzzy, silk and shirts that had textured decals. Both girls love jewelry and wear allot of it. Grrr. I really suck at the description part! Personality: Unlike most children there age, both girls had quite a full schedule on there plate. There wasn't a day they didn't have much going on. They were lucky to have a loving caring mother who could keep up and didn't mind carting her children about. Tuesday was the sporty type, She just couldn't stop moving. Soccer was the best way to keep her energy at bay. When she wasn't playing soccer she was playing her guitar, singing, down at the neighborhood park, or having adventures with her friends. She was scared of almost nothing. As much as Tuesday was energetic, she was curious, just as most children. She was always performing experiments or "studies" on things she was curious about. She was always talking Wednesday into her mischief, that was, until the accident... Before the accident, Wednesday was just as energetic and out going as her sister. But since then she has become shy, quiet, and unsure of her self. Trusting people became very trying. Her love for music has since then grown, and she was never found with out her beloved ipod. Wednesday doesn't find it easy to adapt well, she fears change and anything unfamiliar to her. Tuesday though still as energetic as usual has taken it upon her self to help her sister heal and for her to be as active and as carefree as she once was. Inventory: (What you were wearing and carrying at the time of abduction) Tuesday - grey sweats, blue tank, two pink hair barrettes, a dollar, some coins, black and red blanket. Wednesday – grey sweats, blue tank, wool socks, bangles, ipod, Likes: T- adventures, new things, soccer, sports, music, her guitar, jewelry W – familiar things, textured things, music, her Viola, jewelry, barrettes Dislikes: T – bullies, bananas, bugs, W – change, unfamiliar things, silence, loud noises. Career/Schooling: Both girls attend grade 3 at Randal St. Elementary school. Additional Information: Both girls love music and are very musically inclined. Thursdays after school is spent at music lessons while Friday is spent at voice lessons. A few days before their 7th birthday Wednesday was in a head on car/bike accident. Damaging her Occipital lobe causing her to become blind. Change in the Miller house hold was close to none since Wednesday depended on knowing where everything was to get around. Since the accident Wednesday's hearing and smell has heightened. Image's:
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 4:52 am
Name: Shillian Dagten Mo Hakat Age: 36 Gender: Female Species: Bronad Physical Description: Shillian is about 11ft long, from nose to the tip of her tail. Though she is only just over 4ft tall she tends to look large thanks to her length. When she rears up on her hindmost legs she is actually taller than most human males. Her skin is a pale grey with lavender mottling and though she looks scaled, touching her will just prove her to be a mammal like a human. Though her skin is somewhat tougher. She does have a crest of red hair that runs from just behind her brow to the base of her skull. She lets it grow out a little, but never so long it gets in the way. She does have a pair of small horns either side of the crest.
Like all of her kind she has six limbs. The four read limbs are primarily for walking and climbing and the front two operate mostly as arms. She can however rear up onto just her hind legs when she needs to reach something high, or run on all six when she needs to go fast. Each paw, with three fingers/toes and a thumb, are sharply taloned. Her tail is quite long and agile, she can grip things with it.
Her face is flatter than most people would consider a dragon's to be, with large slitted eyes. They are a pale violet. Bronads have facial expressions similar to a human's and as such she can often be found smiling. Though given her pointed teeth and large canines the effect might be a little more worrying than cheerful. Like most of her kind she has no modesty and is normally naked. Personality: Shillian is a bright and genial woman. She keeps her spirits up as much as she can, in an optimistic way. As far as she is concerned there are very few problems that can't be solved with a little hard work. And she does work hard when she can. Though she doesn't actively exercise, she keeps herself in shape merely through her day to day activities.
She's intelligent enough, no rocket scientist, but she does have a decent education and has tried her hand at several different jobs and trade with varying success. She still hasn't settled down into a particular discipline and doubts she ever really will. She hasn't really needed to as she earns enough to look after her young family.
She can have a bit of a foul temper and will snap at people when she's depressed or upset. She gets very grouchy when she's unwell or injured. Thankfully she keeps her temper in check the majority of the time. When there is a problem she tries to work through it, it's only when she becomes frustrated and can't see a solution that she tends to snap.
She loves kids, having two of her own back home, and despite her temper she seems to show boundless patience for them and their antics. That doesn't mean she won't discipline when it's needed of course. She had every intention of raising both children with a good sense of morals and without spoiling them too much. She is no longer living with their father, but they're on very good terms and she knows they'll be well looked after by him and his newest companion. Inventory: She has a pair of leather saddlebags draped over her hips containing: a small amount of her local currency, three writing sticks (like charcoal), a pad of paper for taking notes, a small music playing device (similar to an MP3 player) containing a variety of her species' music, a folded-up silk scarf, a small hairbrush, a pocket mirror, some hair ties and ornaments, a tube of skincream, identification, keys to her house and a packet of candies. Likes: Kids Sweet things Gadgets Music Animals Dislikes: Idiots Snow Clothing Heights Maths Career/Schooling: Shillian had a very normal education for her kind. She passed her first and second exams in her teens with a nicely average grade and went on to her equivalent of university, earning herself degrees in natural studies and theatre. Additional Information: Shillian is a very average female of her kind. She works hard, she plays hard, she enjoys her time with her children and she doesn't really have too much too worry about. She's content in her job, even if it's not a career, and has dated a few nice males here and there though she's still looking for one to fully meet her standards. She's in no hurry about that though. Not when she can go out for drinks with her friends and roll in the grass with her children.
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 5:11 am
Name: Hin Age: 187 Gender: Hermaphrodite Species: Zanlar Physical Description: Hin is slightly taller than the average Zanlar by a couple of inches at 6'8”. It is very slender and frail looking, as though it would snap in a breeze. It's not quite that fragile, but like all of its kind it is weaker than an average human. It makes up for this with improved mental abilities, giving it a rather large head for such a thin frame. There's no discerning gender marks, as like all Zanlar, Hin is a hermaphrodite and all of its reproductive organs are internal. It doesn't wear clothes at all so this is easy to see. Or not see.
Its skinny body is covered in dark grey skin that stretches across slight muscles and a complicated skeletal system. It looks as if it hasn't eaten for days but its actually in perfect health, as a glance at any other Zanlar in the area will confirm. They are simply that slender. Long fingers are very dexterous and skilful and long arms give Hin a large reach. Long legs allow it to walk very quickly when it needs to.
Its face is rather bland and hard to discern from others of its kind for most other species. Other Zanlar can see the many subtle differences however. It has a pair of large almond eyes that are almost reflective and see outside of the human range. A small mouth conceals a lack of teeth, having something more akin to a single plate on upper and lower gums. Perfect for grinding down plantlife. It seems to lack a nose entirely, as well as earlobes. Personality: Hin is a cheerful fellow, with a pleasant disposition. It enjoys helping others and has settled into a large social unit quite happily. Having seeded seven children in other units during its wandering phase it now looks forward to the day when it may be selected to bear the seed of a wanderer for the unit. Perhaps one of its children may cross paths with it during their own wandering phase. It would be interested to see how well they grew.
Hin has taken on the role of a general medic in its unit, assisting a couple of other specialised doctors and surgeons when necessary. It enjoys its work and gets great satisfaction healing the many common injuries its kind endures. Being such frail creatures it is rarely without work and it has become quite adept at patching wounds up with great efficiency. It is considering specialising in the care of offspring and seed bearers.
Hin does however have a small addiction to hanos wine, normally kept and used only during celebrations. Hin enjoys spending time in its personal residence drinking the wine and observing the world through the window. It is often considered quite the party animal. It is usually the first to lead when it comes to dancing. Inventory: A single bottle of hanos wine, used in celebration. Hanos wine is a rather unsettling looking liquid of mixed greens and browns that smells like rotting fruit and in fact, tastes like rotting fruit. Because it is made of rotting hanos fruit. As such it is almost entirely disgusting to any other species. Zanlar however have no sense of taste or smell. They enjoy the wine because of it's velvety texture and the way it leaves a thin film on the roof of the mouth when drank. It also gets them quite drunk, despite having less alcohol than most human mouthwashes. Likes: Children Hanos wine Working Sunrises Dancing Dislikes: Insects Holy days when it cannot drink Being unwell Winter Failing a patient Career/Schooling: Hin was educated at first by the scholars in the unit of its birth before finding its permanent social unit. It then enrolled in more formal education and began studying medicine. Due to Zanlars having exceptionally long lifespans most of its training was as an apprentice for fifty years. It is now fulfilling the role of general medic, treating everyday injuries that do not require specialist care. Additional Information: As with most of its kind Hin has mild telepathic powers and can lift small items without touching them. It's not a powerful ability and it would struggle very much to lift anything bigger than a human preteen. Normally this ability is saved for smaller things, such as its medical tools. Image/s:
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 9:33 pm
(Just putting this here for now. Still incomplete. Will work on it. I promise.)
Name: Krogg Age: 47 Gender: Male Species: Sslishe
Physical Description: Being reptilian the rough, tough hide of this particular creature is as close to black as it comes with a pale gray under-body that is much softer than that his scarred exterior.
One scar slices diagonally from lower front to upper back over his right eye and ends abruptly at the ridges of small horn-like growths that line the upper socket ridge. Similar ridges can be found from the tip of his nose spreading to either crease of his skull growing a little larger in size as they near the top of his head the two ridge lines draw together over the back of his neck but never touch. Although the ridges are thicker from neck to base of the tail, they still leave a space in the dead center of his back about an inch evenly all the way down his spine. From the base of his tail to the tip the ridges slowly diminish in size and the space between them becomes narrower before meeting at the tip and would probably splay out in a fancier fashion than they do. His tail ridges at the end are rough, bitten looking and one or two look like they've been nearly removed entirely, and are in the process of growing back. These ridges, like his talons are pitch black, darker than his hide and incredibly tough. His claws are sharply tipped but scratches in the surface of them give away wear and tear.
His vertical slit, burnt yellow eyes, don't hold an ounce of softness in them, they are piercing and continually angry looking. A natural effect, and the darker lining of the eyelid around the iris makes him look like he's wearing eyeliner, which is not the case.
On the top of his nose he's got a short ridging section that has a sharp horny center. It's like a patch on the bridge of his nose. Individual spikes can be seen on the back of his neck in a fan type array between the double frill of ridges a blank space where his shoulders are and over his back the same fan like individual spikes that are extensions of spine. Other horn like growths are found on the upper parts of neck, back, tail and shoulders and arms that offer additional natural protection.
About 5,5" tall.
Speaks gutturally, I'm not expecting him to converse with anyone in English or any known common languages really, even if he knows the language or if there's a communication bridge of some sort.
Sharp needle like teeth, definitely a meat eater.
His nose is built a little differently not so laid back like in the full length reference picture to follow.
Personality: The one thing that anyone can say about him, is that he is one nasty creature. Most would be unsure if he actually is part of a sentient race. He will lash out unexpectedly making him quite dangerous.
Inventory: Nothing.
Likes: Well that's to be figured out still. If he'll ever talk to anyone.
Dislikes: Everything apparently.. we'll see. I'm still working on it.
Career/Schooling: Hunter/ slayer.
Additional Information: (Working on it. Right now all I see is him being grumpy in his box. He'll come out to play soon enough. )
Images: Guyy's original Reference picture
My Sketch of Krogg.
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
The Lady Shinigami Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|