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Georgie's Gems

Post by Georgeanna » Thu Nov 30, 2017 10:40 am

Image CHARACTER NAME--Work Name

:redbullet: World of Magic
:blackbullet: World of Technology
:yellowbullet: World of Balance
:greenbullet: World of Realism
:pinkbullet: Private Roleplay

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Genesis Luther--Endeavour Six:blackbullet:

Jameson Williams (Durand)--Wizarding World at War :redbullet:

Lady Bloomingheart--Epic-ish Quest :redbullet:

Katherine Shermain--Totemic Resonance :yellowbullet:

Elon Tomlin--Beneath the Depths :yellowbullet:

Basil Berenstain--Super Vice Squad :greenbullet:

Hel Kebechet--Peacemaker or Peacebreaker :yellowbullet:

Edgar Melkins--Sweet Child of Mine :yellowbullet:

Nyx Lufane--Majestic :blackbullet:

51--Project Havoc :yellowbullet:

Jezabel Turino--Gallia's Doom:redbullet:

Belle Arben--Dead Days :yellowbullet:

Nita Yurik--Laser and Feelings :blackbullet:

Tanaka Shaman--The Whispering World :redbullet:
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Genesis Luther

Post by Georgeanna » Thu Nov 30, 2017 10:41 am

Name: Genesis Luther
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Appearance: Smooth caramel colored skin and striking blue eyes stand out amongst his other features. Standing at just over six feet tall, Genesis is well built with lean muscle and the grace to carry it all. He has a swimmer’s build with wide shoulders and a narrower waist, and long legs that were built to either run or kick (depending on the situation).

Personality: Quiet and thoughtful, he doesn’t speak unless he really has something to say. He is easily angered, but controls his rage quite effectively unless provoked relentlessly. He knows his strengths, but is not boastful about them.

Strengths: Physicality obviously, with a brain to match

Weaknesses: His temper and his emotions. He is easily swayed by pity.

History: Genesis was born to a drug lord in the area (Riaz) and the prostitute he commonly visited. Genesis only knew his father and the wrath that Riaz unleashed upon his son. He quickly was trained to be a proxy for his father, collecting money and delivering the narcotics when he was told too. Constantly beaten and afraid, Genesis was trained to kill and be strong. Yet, he could never actually carry out the deed of taking someone’s life, resulting in more beatings and abuse.

When Riaz died due to an overdose, Genesis thought he might finally be free. He was only 16 when he learned that you are not so easily released from the “family.” Riaz’s protégé Tibalt took over, leashing Genesis arguably tighter than Riaz had. Genesis was sent out to more dangerous clients, resulting in several major injuries.

To escape the hell he is living in, Genesis dreams of going to Mars. When he saw the Ark take off, he felt that dream get squashed in his chest and threw himself back into his work. But now that E-6 rumors are floating around, he has resolved to run away and leave his life behind—consequences be damned.

*Note: Genesis has never taken any narcotics himself, as he was disgusted by his father and by the effects that drugs had on his clientele. He has always wanted to leave, but was too weak to do it.
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Jameson Williams

Post by Georgeanna » Thu Nov 30, 2017 10:41 am

Name: Jameson “Jamie” Williams (Durand)
Gender: Female
Age: 20 (November 3, 1896)
Nationality: French
Wand: Alder/Dragon Heartstring /10” /Slight Flexibility
School: Hogwarts
House: Ravenclaw
Occupation: Obliviator

NEWTS:
Charms- Outstanding
Transfiguration- Outstanding
Potions-Outstanding
Care of Magical Creatures- Exceeds Expectations
Muggle Studies- Exceeds Expectations
Defense Against the Dark Arts- Acceptable

Appearance:
Dark raven curls frame her heart shaped face dropping just above her shoulders. Dark eyes and lips always painted a deep red accentuate her pale complexion. She is rather slender and small, with a boyish figure and stature of 5’7”. She has pianist’s hands, which aids her in her charm work quite nicely. She usually lets her hair hang down naturally, despite the trends of the period. However, in trend with the slow growing feminist movement, Jamie opts for slim fitting pants more often than not.

Personality:
Intellectual and silver tounged, Jamie poses a worthy adversary to anyone who crosses her path. Though she is very stubborn and head strong, she employs flattery and her charm to get her way rather than being aggressive. She seems to always have a different façade on in order to protect herself or to manipulate those in her way (resulting in her never truly meeting a stranger and making alliances easily), but only shows her true cynical and sarcastic side to her few true friends. Loyalty is especially important to her, as she prefers to make meaningful friendships with others. No one aside from her friends know the real Jamie. She is very much the master manipulator. However, she is constantly conflicted over the darker part of her personality.


History:
Jameson Durand was born to an upper class family who had resided in London for decades. Her mother Vallerie Durand (mudblood) and her father known only as Sir (pureblood) were a part of the “Milieu”. Essentially a part of the French mob, Sir operated as second in command to the muggle “Parrain” or Godfather of Pigalle. Largely, he was responsible for using the Dark Arts to manipulate opponents of the mob and for negotiating deals (Jamie gets her art of manipulation from him). Thus, they were largely absent from their daughter’s life in the early years. Yet, Jamie wanted for nothing as a small infant and was cared for by her loving nanny Louise Thomas who was a muggle.

As the Entente Cordial eased British and French tensions in early 1900, Jamie’s parents moved them all to Brighton. Unbeknownst to the young 4 year old, the true reason Sir moved his family was that he had had a falling out with the Parrain and was forced to flee. Luckily, Sir had forseen this for some time and stashed enough assets for his family to settle comfortably on the coast of Britain. The family changed their surname to Williams.

Jamie remained blissfully ignorant of her mother and father’s sins for a long time, although Sir insisted on still only being called Sir due to old habit and pride. She learned basic wand work from her mother who was quite skilled at charms herself due to her education at Beauxbaton. Jamie practiced these movements with sticks from the garden, determined to excel when she got to Hogwarts. When not practicing, she followed her father to his “business” meetings that always seemed to center on smuggling weapons, creatures, and potions in and out of the country. But to her, this didn’t seem wrong—it was all she knew. Sir had begun to create a new branch of a magical Milieu of his own. He incorporated muggles as well, but only as grunts that were controlled by intimidation.

By the time she was 11, Jamie was all but inducted into the gang, albeit unwillingly. Her manipulative and charming personality really took root during this time. She had a large circle of “followers,” but it always seemed the other kids in her neighborhood were scared of her. All she wanted was real connections and friendship. However, she did have one friend: the son of a muggle associate of her father’s. His name was Peter Miller and Jamie was smitten with him. When she heard Hogwarts wouldn’t take her as a student, it almost came as a relief—she could stay with Peter. Yet, Sir would not stand for this. He begged Phineas Black to admit his daughter despite her family’s employment by ensuring that she would not follow in his footsteps. He obliviated parts of his own daughter’s memory. She forgot all about the business specifics, her life in France, and the sins she witnessed. Yet she still recalled that something shady was going on with her father as she was sent to her first year at Hogwarts in 1908. She would visit on breaks, but special care was taken to never again reveal the truth.

Throughout her years at Hogwarts, her lithe wandwork and excellent memory made her a prime candidate to be an auror, but a niggling sense of inadequacy prevented her from completing all the necessary coursework. She dove face first into her studies and became fascinated with human perception and how it could be altered. All the while, she grew another large circle of followers by subconsciously using the skills her father taught her, but she felt alone. As she entered her 5th year, she received word that her father and mother had both been murdered—but it didn’t make sense to her. All she recalled was that her family were business people. Why would they would be murdered?

It seemed Sir had left one loose end: Peter. Returning to London as a promising obliviator for the OWL airforce in 1915, Jamie ran into Peter at a local shop who revealed what had really happened. Sir and Vallerie were killed in a business deal gone wrong. He explained Sir’s criminal past (as far as he was capable) and Jamie was stunned and horrified. She rejected her past and refused to accept it, cutting ties with Peter and with this past. Jamie has since worked and continues to work hard to conceal this blemish on her record.

In 1916, she was sent to drive back the dementor forces by primarily obliviating the muggles who were unlucky enough to cross the path of a dementor. However, she did prove useful in stopping some ongoing attacks with her patronus charm (hers is a weasel). However, on July 14th she was re-stationed due to her proficiency in memory charms. Sent to defend the local Centaur Tribe, she confunded and obliviated those who found where they were hiding—effectively sending some opponents in the other direction. She is one of the Somme 30.

She now has been called in to be of use regarding the current attack on French troops.
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Bloom

Post by Georgeanna » Thu Nov 30, 2017 10:42 am

Name: Lady Bloomingheart (Bloom for short of course)
Gender: Female
Class: Youngest daughter (19) of the duke from the surrounding area
Background: Renowned for her beauty, and not so much for much for anything else...she had that great time at the gala....oh no, that's right she knocked over the dessert table right onto every other young noble at the gala when trying to do a jig. Ashamed by her recent sweet, sticky situation, she decided to run away from home (let's just say mommy and daddy weren't too happy) to see why exactly all these people are marching around so official-like. She is accompanied by her servant Becky.
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Katherine Shermain

Post by Georgeanna » Tue Dec 05, 2017 7:47 am

Katherine (Kat) Shermain
Age: 21
Class: Corporate
Occupation: Hacker
Appearance: Standing at 5’10”, Kat is an imposing figure in real life. She has decent musculature and a short bob of red hair. She has one eye of brilliant blue, and one that is bionic. Her face and body is scarred, marking (though not all together ruining) the appearance of what must have been a beautiful young woman. She has a metallic left arm and right leg.

Cyborg
-Bionic Eye: she can access and navigate VR through her eye. It lies over her vision in a semitransparent fashion. Additionally, she has increased visual abilities in her eye, making her good at spotting small details or seeing things from far off.
-Increased strength in her cybernetic limbs
-She has several compartments in her limbs that she uses to sometimes hide things (mostly thumb-drives)


History:
Kat used to be the totemic host of the spirit of a cat. When she was little she was burned in a fire aimed to kill her parents who delved deeply into the black market. Orphaned, she was picked up by a local scientist who greatly needed a new project. He operated on her and gave her new limbs and eye. This infringement on her natural body caused the cat spirit within her to disappear or to flee—it’s not completely known. Kat, though initially resentful, came to love the scientist (Jeb) like a father and is fiercely protective of him now that he is older.

But she had to garner power somehow. Using a beat up laptop and thumb drives out of nostalgia (not necessarily need as she could use her eye for whatever she wanted in VR), she hacks as a lifestyle and occupation. She improves or destroys user experiences within VR for power, or for blackmail—whichever suits her at the current moment. She certainly enjoys her profession and often is found hacking small elements of certain user’s experiences to see exactly how much she can get away with before being caught. Though the pair isolates themselves in the house aside from meals and mandated VR exploring hour in which they navigate the VR together for an awkward hour, Jeb knows of her activity, but doesn’t approve. He doesn’t want this kind of life for his adopted daughter. Little does Kat know, but someone else, several others in fact, have been watching her and are not pleased.
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Elon Tomlin

Post by Georgeanna » Mon Dec 18, 2017 11:18 am

Name: Elon Tomlin
Age: 50
Appearance: A kindly looking man who has aged gracefully. He still has a full head of hair, although it is sprinkled with more silver than his original black locks. He is a tall man, standing at 6’4”, and has large set shoulders—a big man although he is extremely fit.
Character Type: Wave Corp. Admin
Job Title (if applicable): CEO
Neighborhood: Chaucer Estates

Personality: Boisterous and charming, Elon is the life of every party. He has never met a stranger—not even once. He also is very headstrong, flashing a smile and a few lines of harsh rhetoric at the same time to get his way. Among all of these outgoing traits, lies a predisposition to being a bit vain and also presumptuous—to Elon, world is his.

Brief Bio: Growing up in a rich family, Elon needed for nothing. When he inherited Wave Corp. from Aster, it was no different. The only thing he has worked hard for is his family (his wife, Anastasia is a bit head strong), and the idea of being a bad father and husband constantly plagues him.
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Basil Berenstain

Post by Georgeanna » Mon Dec 18, 2017 11:23 am

Basil Berenstain (BB for short)

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What? Insta paid for it!

Brief Bio:
Basil is a big deal? Okay? With a couple million insta followers, she gets all the brand deals a girl could dream for: toothpaste, adult diapers, retainer cases, and Crocs. She can often be found on her iPhone (with its white fuzzy case) snapping pictures for the 'Gram and is vainly stylish to the point of excess. Her dad has gotten tired of her escapades as a minor celeb and wants her to get a real job. Dads right? So he somehow paid for got her an internship with the LAPD.
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Hel Kebechet

Post by Georgeanna » Thu Dec 28, 2017 6:04 pm

Name: Hel Kebechet

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Race: Vampire/Werewolf Hybrid

Appearance:

A closely shaved head accentuates her large, lash framed, doe eyes nicely. Hel is a striking figure, standing 5’9” with a swimmer’s build—wide shoulders, trim waist, slim hips, and legs that go for miles. Her dark ebony skin plays off of her brilliantly blue eyes in a gorgeous contrast of color. While she is distinctly feminine with high cheekbones and curves to match, her muscles ripple underneath her skin with no timidity, hinting at strength far greater than what she may appear to possess. She has a charming smile, complete with two short fangs.

As a wolf she is midnight black, her fur giving off no sheen. Her fur is matte, allowing her extra cover in the dead of night. Hel is sleek and fast, with a sharply chiseled muzzle.

Special abilities:

Shapeshifting into her wolf form
Brute strength
Can mentally inflict pain (unknown)


Note: Blood drinking will increase the strength of her abilities (unknown)

Weaknesses:

Sensitive to light- In her human form, Hel is consistently wearing sunglasses to protect herself. Though her vampire genes do not cause her to die due to sun exposure, her eyes are dazzled by the sun to the point where she cannot see.

Sensitive to silver-Silver in its purest form will burn her, but not as severely as it would to a pure werewolf.

Mental Exhaustion (unknown)- If she exerts too much mental effort inflicting pain, she will collapse, leaving her open to any attack.

Stuck in Form- Being part wolf, Hel utilizes this form frequently as she is no longer sensitive to light. However, if she is critically injured in either form, she will not be able to shapeshift until such time that she no longer critically injured.

Dependence on Blood (experienced but not known explicitly)- Hel needs to consume a quantity of blood in addition to the normal food she eats. She often gets this through consuming raw meat in her wolf form. She does not know that it is the blood that sustains her—rather she believes it to be an animalistic addiction from her wolf ancestry. Being largely vegetarian during her human hours, she often deprives herself leading to exhaustion.

Background:

Named for several goddesses of death, Hel Kebechet has always lived in her pack. She was raised by the matriarchy of the pack, a fearsome figure, who has commanded her particular pack with a reign of terror. Yes, Marzanna was an imposing mother to have.

Marzanna has expressed to Hel that vampires are beyond saving—peace is no longer an option. Beyond that, the humans should be whipped into line. No one in this world is worth protecting anymore. Hel couldn’t help believe her mother as a small impressionable child. She was indoctrinated at a tender age where parents are superheroes and the rest of the world is always wrong. Who could blame her?

Hel, by nature, is assertive and confident. She doesn’t appreciate others opinions more so than her own, and often makes daring and risky choices just for the thrill of it. She loves a challenge and can’t help but want to solve them, regardless of consequence. However, she does have a compassionate side and is fiercely loyal. She is charismatic and charming, but has an edge of darkness in her personality that is altogether unsettling.

Growing up in a militia like environment, Hel trained to kill vampires and humans alike with no mercy. Yet, her stomach always turned when she saw the bloodshed—but not with disgust, with hunger. Having never met her father, she couldn’t understand her cravings and hated herself for them. Even when her fangs had fully came in at 18, Hel refused to believe in what she clearly was. She continues to delude herself to this day. Whether that would change her outlook on life remains to be seen, but is unlikely.

Once she turned 20, Hel was put in charge of her own squadron with a team of five other werewolves. She is a capable leader, but takes more risks than Marzanna cares to see. Instead of opting for weapons of any kind, Hel uses her own physical capabilities to take out her targets—it’s just more her style.
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Edgar Melkins

Post by Georgeanna » Thu Jan 11, 2018 7:43 am

Edgar Melkins
Age: 68

Appearance:
Only standing at a hunched 5’6”, Edgar is the paragon of a crotchety old man. He has a full head of silvery white hair that is slicked back to perfection. Clean-shaven with bright blue eyes, Edgar has a permanent scowl and wrinkles to match. His body? Well he has a little bit of a pooch and some sagging. But hey! He’s almost 70—he’s entitled.

Personality:
Gruff and blunt, Edgar holds no punches. Just because he is old, don’t expect warm hugs and chess games. He also likes to be in charge, always the alpha male, and doesn’t want help from anybody thank-you-very-much.

History:
None of your damn business.
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Nyx Lufane

Post by Georgeanna » Thu Jan 11, 2018 7:45 am

Name: Nyx Lufane
Planet: Nyeusia
Height: 5'7"--approx. 170.18 cm
Weight: 140 lbs -- approx. 63.5 kg

Appearance: Large doe eyes and softer facial curvature mark her as different from her kind. She has no hair but hardly needs it to achieve the elegant and regal posturing that she already has. Trim, and athletic, Nyx is much stronger than she may initially appear. Due to her constant electric charge, she has a suit on from the neck down that is kohl black. While some variants on Nyeusi have strips of color or light, hers has none.
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51

Post by Georgeanna » Sun Feb 25, 2018 3:21 am

Small and agile, she stands at 5’4” with a ballerina’s frame. Her shoulders are narrow and align themselves over proportionate hips. Her posture is proper, though not overly so, and Her limbs swing with an easy grace and fluidity. Her musculature is not impressive, but small bumps and ridges do hint at some strength. Small hands and feet complete the entirely unintimidating physique of Her.

Large eyes are framed by thick lashes and high cheekbones. Her lips and nose are small, and unremarkable in every way. Arched eyebrows, a splash of pale freckles, and a sharp chin all contribute to the remaining features on her face.

The most curious thing about Her is that her coloring is washed out, almost completely. Her skin is nearly translucent, small blue veins more visible on the inside of her wrists. Her hair must’ve been some richly dark pigment at one point, but it has faded to a muddy grey, curly and unruly. The only pop of color that remains is that of her bright greenish blue eyes, rimmed by flecks of gold.


Name: 51
Age: 18
Gender: Female

Personality: 51 is quiet and introspective, not speaking much unless prompted to. Even then her words are ambiguous or seemingly unattached. For most of her childhood, she avoided talking altogether, which earned her a lot more trouble than was probably necessary. She simply enjoys sitting in other people’s company, soaking in their personalities and listening to their conversations. Occasionally she’ll contribute some dry remark, which usually garners strange looks. 51 doesn’t care much about the experiments or the teachings she has to endure, and she has gotten quite good at all of them. She is slightly broken and mostly compliant, keeping her true desires bottled up inside. Some of the older kids might remember a different version of her, fierce and wild and rebellious, but that 51 is gone—replaced by this one.
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Jezabel Turino

Post by Georgeanna » Sat Mar 10, 2018 6:27 am

Name Jezabel Turino
Age: 25
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Character Role: Thief/Spy
Personality description:
Jezabel is a spitfire woman, unafraid of most things. She loves being mischievous, often playing pranks on people just to see them squirm. She is unashamed and completely honest, even if what she says isn’t the most appropriate for the situation. Overconfident and loud, Jezabel wouldn’t be regarded as typical for a thief, but she does her job well.

Charisma marks her as an enjoyable conversational partner. She loves intellectual sparring, as well as actual sparring, and laughs easily. She isn’t particularly hyper, but she always appears to be anticipating something—she’s always ready for anything. No one is a stranger to Jezabel, and her accepting attitude is completely genuine. Everyone feels as if they are her best friend. Fierce loyalty best describes her attitude when it comes to a group dynamic. When she gives someone her word, she means it and will follow through regardless of incident. However, if one were to double cross her, her warmth disappears. She becomes hostile quickly if her trust in someone is broken.

Appearance:
Jezabel stands at 5’8” with an athletic build. Her muscles are clearly defined and leave no question as to her strength. She has a thinner frame, with narrow shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs. Her hair is a short bob of brown curls that match her brown eyes in hue. Facially, her features aren’t impressive or noteworthy.

Generally, Jezabel opts to wear very little in terms of armor, but she most commonly wears no protective clothing. She feels it slows her down. Usually she pairs a black long-sleeve tunic with a grey leather vest and fitted black pants. She habitually wears her boots, regardless of what she is doing. (Yes, once while doing recon in a ball, she wore her boots with a horrendous looking pink taffeta puff of a dress.) Gloves are for missions only. For weapons, she has two knives, on sheathed in either boot, two more hidden in her vest, and one openly strapped on her leg.

Brief Biography:
Jezabel has been stealing for a while. Her family has always been part of shady organizations, and that sort of life came easily to Jezabel. In the Turino family, at age 15 you are kicked out of the nest and expected to sustain your own livelihood. She wasn’t bitter, and still loves her family very much; it’s just how things operated in her world. So, at 15 she went out onto the streets. How she survived is still unknown, but what is known is that she was the most successful Turino to make it on their own since her great-grandfather. Within a week she had commandeered a noble’s house, with no resistance, and had stolen enough food and wealth to last her for a good while. She didn’t want the easy life though, so she paid it back to her family and gave it all to them while she went out on the streets again.

Her reputation as a thief only grew from there. People hired her to steal objects, and others hired her to steal those objects back. It was lucrative and she gave everything she got back to the family. It wasn’t the money she wanted. It was the thrill of it all.
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Belle Arben

Post by Georgeanna » Sat Mar 10, 2018 6:31 am

Belle Arben | Female | American | 22 years old

Belle is the definition of a posh, spoiled brat. When she was five years old, she got her first diamond necklace and the gifts didn’t stop there. Belle always wore the finest fashion, the best makeup, and only hung out with the richest socialites in New York. Living in Manhattan for her whole life, Belle never needed for anything—until her mother died. The doctors had assured Belle and her father, Jeffrey, that Samantha would make it through her condition; sometimes all the promises in the world amount to nothing in the end. After her mother died, the vibrant young woman’s light dulled. Belle closed in on herself, becoming so remote to all of those who cared about her. Jeffrey, on the other hand, got violent, beating his daughter for no reason and berating her constantly. Belle quickly became skeptical of anybody and everything, broken by all she had gone through. When the outbreak took the world to hell, Belle took the nearest train to the most remote area she could think of, leaving her abusive father for dead.

Despite being the “belle” of every ball when she was a teenager, this young woman is quiet and morose. Belle constantly thinks of the worst, and worries about it constantly. She is diagnosed with OCD, and without her meds, she is slowly falling apart. However, she still retains a bit of her spoiled upbringing, as she is very passive aggressive and flippant. Belle does have a good side to her, though she probably won’t ever show it to any stranger. She is giving, kind, and loyal. Belle also is very empathetic, feeling for anyone who is in a bad spot.

Where to begin with her skills? To put it simply, they are few and far in between. She does know hand-to-hand combat very well, having been obsessed with boxing for her entire life. This has given her a distinct advantage physically, as she has a toned physique and a good amount of stamina. Belle’s only other skill is her ability to strategize and plan effectively. She used to be a good leader, and maybe she will be again, but for now, she is just a broken woman who wants nothing more than to be ignored.
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Nita Yurik

Post by Georgeanna » Fri Jun 07, 2019 3:34 pm

Nita Yurik
Cool-headed, rational, with just the right amount of sass, Nita is a skilled pilot with a need for speed and the smarts to get where she's heading safely.
Full Name: Nita Yurik
Age: 2,425 (translates to about 27)
Species: Alien- Nychyon
Appearance: Nita is humanoid in shape, though she's smaller than the average human. She stands at 4'10" with a lithe frame and dark blue skin. On her face, and trailing down her arms, are softly luminescent spots (no bigger than freckles) that glow slightly brighter/dimmer either on impulse or by intention. When not in nearly complete darkness, Nita wears sunglasses to protect her sensitive grey eyes. Her hair is jet-black and is usually tied up in a topknot, exposing bat-like ears. When smiling, the resemblance to a bat is all the more furthered by two baby fangs.
Style: Savvy
Role: Pilot
Lasers/Feelings Rating: 4
Character Goal: To gain enough renown and stability to avoid having to return to Nych.

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Nych
Nych is a planet plunged in darkness. The closest star barely emits enough light for the Nychyons to see by, thus they have adapted to be able to see in relatively complete darkness and to echolocate. This comes with the consequences of being extremely sensitive to light and loud noises. The planet is divided currently by a civil war, and many have fled in pursuit of life elsewhere in the galaxy.
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Tanaka Shaman

Post by Georgeanna » Fri Jun 07, 2019 3:34 pm

Name: Tanaka (Tuh-nah-kuh) Shaman
Age: 22
Race: Charlander

Appearance:
Tanaka is a small woman, even by Charlander standards. Standing at a modest 4’5”, her gray ashen skin seems to swirl with darker pigments down her arms and legs. Her eyes, the typical black-flecked red of her race, are framed by a proud brow bone and high cheekbones. Her hair, a black tangle of curls, is chopped roughly at jaw length. It is obviously asymmetrical and done by unskilled hands. Typically, she wears a form fitting black tunic top with loose fitting grey trousers that cinch at the ankles. Her shoes are typically a pair of worn boots in a rusty red color.

Personality:
Being small has always been a struggle for Tanaka. She had to raise her voice louder, gesture bigger, and be…more just to be noticed. This has made a marked impression on her personality. To say that she is audacious would be an understatement. Tanaka feels the most comfortable trying to remedy uncomfortable social situations, possibly satisfying an unconscious need to prove herself. She’s loud and outgoing, unworried sometimes by social convention. With this though, comes the need to be the center of attention. She often becomes moody or quiet when she is overlooked. At the end of the day though, she is a people pleaser and will do just about anything to be in everyone’s good graces.

Affinities: Fire / Fire / Smoke
Styles or Profession: Whisperer--Intimidate/ Barter
Proficiencies: Scimitar

Biography:
In the town Dragon’s Stamp, not too far from the border and neighboring Stolta’s Hold, Tanaka was born to a shaman and her husband. Growing up as a child in a religious household is difficult, especially when you aren’t entirely convinced of your family’s doctrine. This was the sort of experience that Tanaka had.

From the time she began to toddle around, her role in her village had been assigned; she would take up her mother’s mantle soon enough. She would serve Thousand Eyes dutifully, and pass on the title to her daughter when she was inevitably to have one. Yet, Tanaka was far more predisposed to the less…sacred things in life. She loved the feeling of a scimitar in her grip, the swish it made when she whirled it around, and the way a sword knew no god—only its function. All the same, her mother, Otik (oh-teak), was an imposing woman and certainly not one Tanaka wanted to disappoint. So she swallowed her complaints, and began training to be the next shaman at the age of 15.

Training to be a religious leader is already arduous, but even more so when you hardly care. Tanaka did her best to act as if she was interested in the small omens and signs that came to her and her mother, tried to be patient at council meetings, but she would have been far happier outside. She liked to do things, rather than interpret others actions. Her father, a whisperer, had begun sharing the secrets of his trade at the almost aggressive insistence of his daughter. She needed this, she asserted, and as her father she expected him to help. Wrapped around his daughter’s little finger, Maku (Mah-koo), couldn’t say no. A known charmer, he tried to teach her to coax the world to do her bidding, to no effect. It was only when she got so angry that she threatened nature that it moved under her will. Not typically an angry person, Tanaka found (and still finds) this to be a struggle.

At 22 she had finally had enough. The time was coming that she would be expected to do the bidding of their god on her own, and Tanaka fled. At her relatively young age, she had become quite adept at whispering, and twirling a sword, and hoped to strike out on her own, far away from the mandated constraints of her mother’s world. The strain of disappointing her community nearly tore her apart, but she kept running anyways. They would forget about her with time. They would find someone else. Without people surrounding her though, she has grown quiet, lethargic, and lonely—wistful and nearly disappointed that she had abandoned the only people that had ever taken care of her. But not regretful. She knew that if she had stayed she would have been crushed by the demands of the trade.
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