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Hi guys. You haven't seen my characters for a while, so, here they are. I've kept most of them waiting to be put here. xD Well, it was just... troublesome to post. Sorry characters. I still love you.
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Hell, Heaven, and Earth
Username: FlightlessPenguin Name: Mastema Metta Race: Demon Age: looks as if she is only 21 Personality: Despite her usual melancholy expression, Mastema has a very fiery personality. She is easily angered if someone disobeys her, tries to provoke her, does not do something she ordered, or does something she ordered wrong. Her quite sad face just comes up when she is satisfied or content with what is happening.
Mastema has never ever been seen to smile. It has been rumored that if she smiles, all hell would break loose, or that the world is close to its end. But some of them just say that she doesn't have the muscles in her face to smile. "Pity," they say while shaking their heads.
Mastema is a demon with much authority coursing through her veins; you could feel her authoritativeness from afar. She is a born leader with an iron fist. She never shows weakness, and will shout at someone who does. She will curse herself if she shows just a single sign of being weak.
Mastema never appreciates people being late, as she never does this to others. She is always on time for any meeting at their rendezvous. If that person she will meet up with doesn't arrive within just a few seconds after their agreed-on time, her mood is sour and she will go away if the meeting is not of any importance to her.
Family: None. She considers no one to be her family. They are a source of weakness in her, and a hindrance.
Bio: Mastema Metta has been, as far as she knows, been without someone to support her. Her family wasn't been the most ideal. She was just another newborn devil to them both. She never has loved them the way normal newborns would do to their own parents. Just respect remains for them. After all, she came from their own bodies. But it just goes as far as that.
She had bade farewell to them at the tender age of 13. But of course, before that happened, she had learned how to manage her own life. She knew how to clean, gain money. She worked to have money for wherever she was to stay, and when she had moved there, still worked hard until she got promoted up to the highest of ranks and got rich.
So far, everything's been a-okay, really.
Likes: People who try their hardest to the point that they pass out doing so. People who respect her. People who do things right. Noise. Order.
Dislikes: Chaos. People who think they're the greatest. People who disrespect her. People who only has half of their hearts given when they're working. People who don't come on time. Silence.
Greatest fear: ...Hah, Mastema would have laughed at this, and stare at it for the longest time before she hesitantly answers it. Greatest fear is everything out of order. You could say she's an obsessive-compulsive person.
Other: Her weapon is merely a hard wooden old-looking staff that has a huge bulk at the end, and thins as it nears its end. She can summon the other end of her weapon though. It is a big, white sword that she can expertly maneuver. It disappears and appears when she wills it.
Welcome to the Show ✖ Username: FlightlessPenguin
✖ Name: Adelio Sams
✖ Age: 25
✖ Gender: ♂
✖ Sexuality: Straight
✖ Height: 5'9
✖ Other Appearances: None. Completely flawless.
✖ Personality: ✔ Flirty ✔ S*x-addicted ✔ Curses a lot ✔ Faithfully loyal ✔ Caring ✔ Will do anything for a friend ✔ Easily bored ✔ Unselfishly selfish ✔ Charming
✖ Bio: Adelio had a father, and a mother, and a big brother. He also has an amazing friend. He loves them.
He was brought up with his parents always working hard for both of their boys, and the big brother was always left with his little brother at their home. But big brother either runs away to meet up with his pothead friends, or maybe his girlfriends - note the 's' - or starts a party in the house with hot girls over and more potheads.
Eventually, Adelio is influenced. But he didn't smoke weed like his big brother did; he was really more of the flirty type. With a handsome face and an exceptionally good great body, it was easy to reel in females that was to his taste, with the help of his brother's advice, which worked amazingly.
And then Adelio met a guy that was the most sincere person he has ever met. They immediately became good friends, what with a good heart lying underneath all the flirty personality of Adelio, and the person's good humor and good taste.
✖ Sin: And so, time passed. His friend was getting married, and Adelio was still hooking up with several different people. He has been getting tired of all the flings. But it was okay, he guessed. At least his physical needs are being fulfilled.
And then he met his best friend's bride for the first time. Adelio was right in everything he imagined the girl would be. She was outgoing, optimistic, sincere, beautiful, smart - everything his friend is. Of course. In short, Adelio was completely reeled in. It was love at first sight. It felt true. Fresh. ...Different.
He didn't want to risk the friendship he had. But fate had other plans. One night at his friend's bachelor party, he excused himself, and slipped out of the party, drunk and feeling heavy. Before he knew it, he stumbled to his friend's fiancee, who was looking for the bar her friend had invited her to. He led her to the place, had a few drinks with the ladies.
Before, again, he knew it, they were all over each other in his apartment. He woke up the next morning with his best friend's fiancee in his arms, a quite peaceful smile on her lips. She's beautiful. But... Her eyelashes flutter open as she looked up to him, her hazel orbs gazing hopefully at him.
"Do not speak of this to anyone. You hear me?"
!....Katekyo Hitman Reborn....! A New Beginning Name: Quintesa ((Kin-te-sa)) Harlow Age: 14 Gender: Female Blood Type: A
Hair Color/hairstyle: A light dusty olive green, which darkens or brightens when exposed or deprived of light, cut short and layered at the back, except for a lock of hair on the left side. She either braids it, ties it in a side ponytail, or just lets it loose. Eye Color: A darker shade of green than her hair.
Height: 5'1 Weight: 54 kg
Birth Date: November 19 Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Nationality: English
Special Skills and other specialty: ~ Elegant. She is very experienced and elegant whenever she plays Polo or rides a horse. ~ Stealth. Q can make her way through a crowd without being noticed. ~ Fast reflexes. Has great reaction time.
Weakness: ~ Phobias. Seriously. The only thing left after she lays her eyes on an insect is for her to spasm right on the spot. ~ Horrible cooking skills. More than useless in the kitchen. ~ Mood swings. I swear, once she gets into a depressed mood or gets mad at you, she'll leave you to fend for yourself even when you guys are facing serious enemies and just sit at one place. She may even get harmed herself when she has mood swings. Her abilities hit their all-time low.
Personality: Quintesa is really more on the sensitive side, and sobs to herself if something isn't going right. She cries too easily, but in contrast to her own personality, she is bright and happy, and also laughs too easily. That is, when you get to know her better. She is often scared by the smallest of things, and is usually very shy and quiet around people she doesn't know. She also tends to overreact and over analyze.
Likes: ~ Riding on horses; or horses, generally ~ Polo ~ Pretty, cute things((That pretty much sums it up. xD)) ~ Hanging with people she is familiar with.
Dislikes: ~ Sweet things ~ Mice and cockroaches; pretty much hates every insect ~ New people that make her uncomfortable ~ People who are clueless.
Weapon/box weapon(s): ~ Miniature cross bow ~ Hummingbird ~ Rain
History: The night that Quintesa was born was also the night her father gave up on having a son.
Being the fifth daughter, and the last to be born into the family, she is spoiled by her parents. Whenever she cries, help immediately comes. So it became a habit, really, for her to cry. Her sisters are also fond of her, and never leaves her alone.
With her father having the title of 'Lord' in England, they were more than just 'above average'. Q, as she liked to be called, and her sisters had everything they want.
Q, being the curious type at the age of 7, always wandered outside their biggish house, or smallish mansion if you will, and soon stumbled upon the stables. Her sisters, who were nervously looking for her, saw her patting a horse twice their sister's height. She was then introduced to riding horses.
Her parents, seeing potential in their daughter's riding skills, decided to let her play Polo along with her sisters. It took the girl a several few tries to win against her sisters, but eventually, she did. After several wins in her team, she started to battle with her parents' friends' children at the tender age of 9.
It was when she first met her first love. It could be called love at first sight. He was handsome. He was excellent in Polo. He also loves horses. He's smart, witty, and nice. He was... magnificent. His name was Albion Clarke. He thought her archery, his sport other than Polo. But Polo was always the best.
They played with each other until she turned 12. They were last playing Polo, and Q didn't have a single idea that it would be the last game they'd have. For the time being, at least. Albion was asked to move to Japan along with his family. Albion said that it was private, whatever their reason of transferring houses was.
Q was depressed. When Albion came to say goodbye, our little girl didn't want to do anything with him anymore. She came to regret this.
Now, she moved to Japan, too. Her parents were astounded when she asked for them to let her go there. More when she asked why Albion was obliged to go there. They looked at each other, and bent down to her height. They handed her a box, and slowly explained everything. Her willingness to go to the place only grew stronger than before.
Reinoa: A Roleplay Guild Name: Svenska 'Ven' Fuego Age: 20 Race: Mage part of the Ignis Guild Personality: Svenska, or Ven, as her friends and family call her, is a fragile girl despite on how she acts, which is pretty boldly. She has a very fiery personality, and doesn't care what she does and how she does it, just as long as it pleases her grandma and her older sister. She does not care about other people as much as her family, but still has a quite lot of friends whom she puts fourth in her priorities. Her priorities are: first, her family, of course, and then her studies, herself, and her friends. Other people are just no ones to her.
She is the kind of person who won't mess with you if you don't mess with her. She can be a very good housewife, because of her previous lifestyle as a child, but couldn't care less about getting a love life of her own. Sure, she'll get a kid when she reaches her thirties from the orphanage, but doesn't want a husband nor a boyfriend.
Svenska is very family oriented, and loves spending time with them whenever they want to. She loves buying things and spending all her money on what they want selflessly. She can be very generous when she wants to, and can be witty and smart when she feels like it, and can be a b*tch if she wants. She really does what she feels like when she feels like it. She's a free spirit and won't appreciate it when you order her around.
Bio: When she was very young she was often spoiled by her grandmother and her older sister, named Ignitia, but then it was stopped by her parents and spanked her whenever she asks for anything. She was always asked to clean the house at a very young age, and worked to give their parents money. She had always hated her parents, and never had one shred of love for them for threatening her grandmother who had to work to get them out of their parents' house, and for making her sister suffer more than she had needed to be.
When she was seven years old, their grandmother finally had enough money to buy a small house that could all three of them in, and the parents didn't do anything and didn't even care. Well, she didn't give a damn either. She was even thanking the Gods for finally giving them the way out. She swore she would never forgive them no matter what they did.
Her family was a long line of Fire Mages, and she was compelled to be also one, though it was what her parents had wanted. She enjoys what she does, and had always been happy since they had been away from her parents' house.
Other Information: She is secretly an animal lover. Shh! Don't tell anyone that I told you that!
Name: Atherol Ellwood Age: 51 years old, but looks like he's only 25. Race: Terra Fairy Personality: Atherol was quite the quiet man; only minding his own business, almost never wants to mingle with others, stuck in his own world. Or house, for that matter. His house was situated inside the Terra district, which he made himself using leaves and vines which is kept alive by his powers. You could say it was a somewhat creepy house, what with the walls and doors and ceilings moving to its master's accord.
Atherol never insults others, and would never find a way to make other's life a living hell. He moves very gracefully, and is like water when with other people and just flows with what was happening. Except when Reinoa was involved, though. He takes a look at every side when judging a situation, and only chooses whatever he thought to be the best option, but of course, with other people's opinions.
Altherol never minds when you do bad things to him, and takes it all without a word, and then returns to his abode when you are done. He has a thing for experimenting with different things for a potion that could heal and do good for the citizens of Reinoa, and is indifferent to the whole society when he is onto something.
Atherol comes off as an ignorant brat who doesn't care for anyone else but himself to most of the people who don't truly know him, and he never bothers to clear the rumors. Too time consuming for his own good. He doesn't like wasting time, although he's got roughly up to 200 years of living. Those who waste his time will not be tolerated by him, and he will immediately, quietly, walk away from the scene. So he may also be called as someone who is rude. Noise also isn't his thing.
Bio: Atherol grew up with a loving and caring family, but he himself moved away when he was old enough. He loved them, and visited them whenever it crossed his mind, but his siblings were always so noisy that he even thinks again before he exited his own house to visit his parents.
He had helped the council make decisions before, and never fails to make it in time for meetings or discussions regarding Reinoa or Terra. He puts the welfare of the citizens of Reinoa above his own.
He discovered his his liking for creating potions a long time ago, when he was just a 20 year old fairy, watching mages make magic and healing potions and help save people's lives inspiring him.
Other Information: Although the wings of pixies are normally used for potions, he barely uses them without the permission of the said race. He actually respects pixies, and think they should live longer.
just call me butt · Mon Sep 05, 2011 @ 01:04am · 0 Comments |
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