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#32
Aug 23rd, 2015, 01:39 AM
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Actually, I've decided on a different application. The other will be erased, if I find I am happy with this one.
Name: Illissa & Felicity Bikoitza Height: 5'1" Weight: *raised eyebrow* "slim" Eyes: Lt. Brown Hair: Fiery Red, natural Skin: Sun-kissed tan Alignment: Neutral Good & Chaotic Neutral Appearance: The twins are short, healthy slim, with a nicely shaped body. Their red hair is cut short, allowed only to grow past their ears. Their tan skin is blemish free. If a Goddess dared to walk Ravenloft, she might very well look like Illissa & Felicity. Personality: Illissa is polite, gentle, and tries to be considerate. She puts others first, unless it is more important to the many that she put herself first. Felicity is a bit... crazy. She takes chances. While she will not turn on her friends, it's likely she will not take their needs into consideration unless it also benefits hers. Though it may seem like Felicity would be the more dominant, Illissa actually takes control more often than not, between the siblings. Background: Illissa was born to a dying single mother, who's name the village did not know. The woman had appeared sometime during the night during a cold winter storm. Frozen, bloody, and barely sustaining her own life, she was too weak to give birth to the child within her womb. The young village healer, Jamison, did what he could to make the expectant mother comfortable, but as it was he had run out of the essential herbs that would help dull her pain during childbirth, and she was dying. A decision was made by the village, that although the mother could not be saved, the child could possibly be. And so it was decided that Elrik the Butcher would be asked to slice the mother open, so that the child could be retrieve, and that is how Illissa was brought into this world. One particularly peculiar thing Jamison thought he noticed was that the child seemed to have two heartbeats. But he dismissed it as his tired imaginings. Jamison adopted Illissa, and brought her up teaching her of healing techniques. This made him an even more popular bachelor, and the young women of the village gave him a lot of attention, much to the chagrin of the other young men. But eventually one in particular won his heart, and baby Illissa had a new mommy, Kelsi the shipwright's daughter. For the first few years, Illissa seemed like a normal child, making friends and playing. In her 7th year, things changed after she developed an imaginary friend, Felicity. This imaginary friend would get Illissa in trouble with the other children. She made Illissa reckless, climbing tall trees, jumping off tall cliffs into deep water But the worse came when Illissa was fifteen and was caught stealing from a traveling vendor. Illissa tried blaming it on Felicity, but even Jamison had grown tired of Illissa's excuses. As punishment, Illissa's adoptive parents agreed to indenture the young girl to the salesman for three years, after which she was to be freed to do as she pleased. The reason they agreed to this was that the vendor was known to them, coming to their little village three to four times a year, as his father had done for many years before him. Also, he had shown great interest in the child at a young age, giving her and her friends candy whenever he came to town. He was trusted by most everyone in the village, and none disagreed with this punishment, hoping that it would teach the girl respect. Once well outside of the village, the first lesson Tradesman Versichi taught Illissa was that he was her Master, and that she needed to obey him, in everything. It took him longer than he had thought it would, but eventually he broke the girl. Felicity eventually became his partner in crime, learning his true trade: stealing from the rich, and giving to himself. His visits to the villagers, far from the cities from which he committed his crimes, was how he got rid of the evidence. Selling and trading for cheap that which he stole for nothing. But nothing good lasts forever, and he made an error in judgment when he tried stealing from a priest. As Felicity held the cleric at weapon point, Illissa took over, finally having enough of Versichi's vile ownership of her and her sister. She turned her weapon on Versichi, and demanded he give himself up. Enraged that his pet had dared turn against him, he backhanded her across the face, sending her to the ground. Rage filled Felicity's mind, and she killed the man she had served for the past five years. Bowing to, and placing her weapon at the cleric's feet, Illissa and Felicity turned themselves in, vowing to make restitution, if he would help them. The pious man agreed.
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Aug 23rd, 2015, 04:40 AM
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First consult: Lucinda Buchanan, Subject: son Darius
let's make this... a different application
 *** "Look at my son Sir, this is the first picture of him and me. I do not know what my husband told you, but I did not steal him, I adopted him. It was an act of kindness, and he is my little knight. He is adorable, he is the light in my life. His mother you ask? Why? I saved him you know, and he does not even remember his ... birth-mother, she was a crazy religious fanatic, living in the woods. When my husband told me about him I knew I had to save him. The first six years of his life he was brought up with lots of silly ideas in his head, that he fights for his God, ha ha ha. LOOK AT THIS PICTURE SIR!" Lucinda Buchanan handed over a small medaillon, and kept silent till he looked at the picture inside...  "His name?"
"He is my son know, he calls me 'mother' now. He is grown up, but he is still fighting for his God. We could not change his mind although we tried. We love him, and yes we might have spoiled him a tiny bit. Darius was the best of his class, and he was our little fighter, he always defended the weak with his little heart being full of braveness. How he looks now? I think he is gorgeous, my handsome little one. Ofcourse I can descibe him for you..." "Yes, he looks exactly like his mother, ugh, why is that so important to you Sir? My husband keeps nagging about it, that we adopted him too sudden, blaming me that we stole him from his mother. But his mother was not sane in her head, and now my husband thinks he could be potential insane too, but he is wrong. Darius only has his occasional nightmares, but every kid has nightmares. Not that I would know ofcourse, Darius is my only son, but I have heard people say it is normal. Yes, agreed, he is a bit... fanatic about his faith, but is it not a precious thing young adults could have? A purpose in life? A goal? He is not loony Sir, he really isn't" Lucinda grabbed her suitcase, and put on her hat. She got up and grabbed her coat, putting her arms into the sleeves and closing the buttons "I have enough of this, there is nothing wrong with my son, he is adopted and sometimes has nightmares, I am wasting my precious time here." "Goodday Sir, and please send the bill to my husband..."
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Aug 23rd, 2015, 05:07 AM
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Quote:
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Aug 23rd, 2015, 06:23 AM
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It's right at the bottom of page 2.
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Aug 24th, 2015, 08:10 AM
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That might not be a bad idea. Then we can connect our characters before making them.
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Dec 14th, 2015, 12:30 PM
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Reopening applications. I have recently split the group into two different parties, Group A and Group B. I am looking for one, maybe two depending on strength of character and concept to join Group A. Have a look at the game in my signature below, and if it is something of interest then feel free to apply
 .No closing date for applications, I will close when I receive suitable applications.
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Dec 14th, 2015, 03:28 PM
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 Alignment: Lawful Good Class: Ranger w/ Justifier Kit Appearance: Rhymah is 5' even with tanned skin set off by her green eyes, and jet black hair kept almost always in a long braided ponytail. Though her gait, and manner of dress seem true enough to her elven lineage, her weapon of choice is anything but. Instead of a long bow, she carries a heavy crossbow, that looks almost as big as she is. A longsword, sheathed across her back, and a shortsword at her side complete her complement of weapons. Personality: Rhymah does what is asked of her, and more to the point, brings justice to them that needs it - friend and foe alike. She follows the law of the land, and the laws of those appointed above her. She is serious in her duty, and dedicated to those who stand alongside her in the fight for justice. Background: Rhy was born the daughter of elven merchants who ran trade routes between their elven lands and that of other settlements and lands. Rhy was taken along always by her parents who were also agents of their homeland, and reported information back to them elven high council. While some may think they are spies, they, like most elves, believe they can better conduct the affairs of the other races than they themselves. While Rhy was taught the elven way of life, and to use swords, she never took to the bow. It's not that she wouldn't have been good with it, its just that the mechanical aspect of the crossbow appealed to her from an early age. Also the fact that a large crossbow could shoot farther than a longbow sealed the decision for her. Rhy's parents returned to their elven lands often, but it wasn't enough to counteract the rest of the time she spent among humans and the other races. She came to believe that the only way to have a peaceful society was through the goodly rule of law. So, once she was old enough, she left her parents and became a freelance justifier, bringing man and beast to justice. Her goal was to bring wrongdoers to trial, either by judge, or death if it came to that. RP Sample: She had tracked the half-orc to the base of the cliff and the thicket bushes that grew against it. His tracks indicated that he was huge. Weight aside, he had to be more than two foot taller than her by the height of the branches he had broken getting here. This didn't sway her. A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead and threatened to pool in her eyebrow and leak into her eye. She lowered her head slightly so her eyebrow brushed against the raised thumb of the hand that rested on the rear stock of her crossbow. The sweat was slowly rubbed away, though her index finger remained on the trigger and didn't move at all. A movement. That was all she needed. She had spotted his outlne by tracing the sparse smoke from his campfire. Now.she just waited for the shot to present itself and she would fire. While she waited she ran through his crimes and what her plan of action would be if he refused to come to justice, which he most likely would. He had killed a farmer who had tried to take back some swine from the half orcs camp outside of town. The farmer had only meant to take back what was his or receive payment when the half orc had responded violently by impaling the farmer on a large spear then running off with a sow under his arm. Not only had the farmer died from the wound, the confrontation had happened in front of the farmer's family and his fellow villagers. It was a sad situation all around, but justice - the half-orc moved. Rhy saw her target reveal itself and she squeezed the trigger. The bolt from her crossbow flew out and slammed into the left foot of the reclining thief and murderer. It let out something between a howl and a grunt and got to its feet on the other side of the thicket. Stay right there and no more harm... The male half-orc burst from the thicket with a massive axe, heading right for her. So much for taking him in, she let her crossbow stay on the ground where she had crawled to and lept to her feet. Drawing both a longsword and and a shortsword, she didn't wait for her opponent to reach her. She, in turn, rushed at him. Last edited by JagerBlonde; Dec 15th, 2015 at 10:19 PM.
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