Private Roleplaying Characters

Danior Caldaras

Dark Ages character for Vampire the Masquerade— of the Usurper Clan Tremere.

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the revampt of an old OC -- independent from my RP-crafted universe, only for specific plot usage.

Alice is the demon-angel bastard child of an angel and the demon king. Her mother gave her to a trusted priest at birth, in the middle of nowhere ( known as Gingersnap Valley or Gingersnap fields -- basically a middle of nowhere town where the closest city is about an hour trip out ).

Alice is often expressionless but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel. While the priest never treats her BAD, he doesn't love her like his own daughter. He knows what she is, and that her destiny is to become the demon world's next ruler if she is found by him - which, her "demon scent" will awaken when she turns 19 ( RPs with her will start shortly after her 19th birthday ).
While the demon king wants her to take the throne for him to rule alongside him, other demons want to steal her for sexual pleasure, knowing that a demon girl is always a worthwhile enjoyment compared to the usual human girls they take instead. The plans of the unloyal demons is to essentially use her as free use.

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Vixen

A new OC set in the universe of my book, Songbird, crafted for RP purposes.
Vixen is a mare whose human died some time ago. Because of this, she is naturally-immortal ( as in she cannot die by natural causes like illness or aging )
Full bio coming soon, but here's a short blip:
Vixen is a shy girl who appears to be around 18-20. With familiar people ( not necessarily friends ), she can be a little mischievous and playful. She is most often seen around parks in Lemon City, New Massachusetts. She gets along with children naturally because of her playful nature and the fact that often kids will not ignore her due to her shy nature, but try to be inclusive of her.

Note: I don't know when this will be mentioned so I am adding it here:
Mares are animalistic-to-humanoid creatures created from a human when their will to live vanishes and a person becomes truly suicidal -- often due to trauma situations like survivor's guilt, severe bullying, etc. They are meant to help guide their human back to a mindset where they genuinely want to live, and when that is complete, their life ends and they fade away into the ether or air. Their death is not considered something sad, but a joyous moment as it means their purpose was fulfilled (this often takes years). However, they will become naturally immortal if they fail and their human's life ends ( either by their own hand or accidental, because either way the mare was unsuccessful ).

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Perfect Rose

A remake of my oc Perfect.

Perfect Rose:
Age: 18-20 years
Born on the 19th Sun of Aprella ( 4/19-S )
Favorite Food: Dappled Cinnamon Rolls
Favorite Drink: Rosadia Water
Occupation: [ --- ]
Voice Inspirations: Stephanie Anne Mills ( Lindsay TDI )
Basic description:
Born into a wealthy family, Perfect's life was set up from the start. She'd never have to work a job in her life, and could live every day as a luxury. Because of this, she grew up to be a bit airheaded and thoughtless. Not that she's outright stupid, but she doesn't think about consequences, and lives life completely free because she has the money to do so. Which is opposite compared to her older brother, who grows up to start his own very successful business with the help of their father. That said -- Perfect is forced to live up to her name, because her mother, Amanda Rose, doesn't accept anything less than perfection.
Misc Info:

Favorite Color: bright pink
Favorite Animal: Tofusagis ( Everreachian rabbits )
Favorite Season: Summer! That's swimsuit season~
Favorite Flower: Rosadias; prefers the pink ones.
Favorite Movie/Show: Keeping Up with Cheyanne ( in universe version of keeping up with the Kardashians )
Favorite Book: um ??? what ??
Favorite Game: Any fashion mobile game will do.
Favorite Song: Too many to pick from!!!!!
Favorite Hobbies: She loves putting outfits together, and she's really good at it. Not only for herself, but others too!
Favorite Holiday: First Dew of Spring ( essentially Easter without the religious connection ) - celebrated on 17th Sun of Marchia ( 3/17-S )
Favorite Place: The Mall, duh.
Favorite Weather: Sunny!! :3

Biggest Strength: Her very kind heart.
Biggest Flaw: She lacks critical thinking skills.
Greatest Fear: She can't think of one off the top of her head.
Biggest Pet Peeve: People being quick to judge her.
Biggest Insecurity: Not being "perfect"
Hidden Talent: TBA
Guilty Pleasure: Sweets. She rarely eats sweets in public
Comfort Item: Pink 'bumpy blankie' ( think those baby blankets with the bump texture on them )
Comfort Activity: Eating out, ManiPedis, Shopping at the mall....
Love Language: Words of Affirmation and general Praise. Though she does this with all her friends, not just a lover.
How They Handle Stress: Cries
How They Handle Anger: Cries

Favorite Time of Day: Afternoon
Favorite Childhood Memory: All the times she got to play with her friends as kids.
Current Dream: To live every day in a fun way and never have a boring day.
What Would Their Caffein8 Order Be? Honeymelon and Rosadia swirl Frappuccino with extra whip and honeymelon drizzle.

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Ella Heart

A remake of my old oc Ella Andrews.

Amberella Rose Heart ( Ella Andrews ):
Age: 18-20 years
Born on the 7th Moon of Caelara ( 13/7-M )
Favorite Food: honeymelon frozen yogurt
Favorite Drink: Iced pinetea with honeymelon nectar.
Occupation: Student at Lemontown University, New Massachusetts.
Voice Inspirations: Megan Fahlenbock ( Gwen TDI )
Basic description:
Grew up in the spotlight, and now she wants a chance at living a normal life. Ella has celebrity gossip which makes her a pretty popular girl among the other girls at college, and her parents had connections within the school to make sure that she could have the most "normal" experience possible, allowing a fake name "Ella Andrews" on the roster instead of the legal "Amberella R. Heart". And like any normal popular girl, she's living up her college days with club parties galore.
Misc Info:

Favorite Color: Rosadia Red
Favorite Animal: probably a cat? Probably.
Favorite Season: Summer, so long as she's got a strong AC.
Favorite Flower: Rosadias, preferably the red ones that grow throughout Everreach.
Favorite Movie/Show: Keeping Up with Cheyanne ( in universe version of keeping up with the Kardashians )
Favorite Book: No books, but loves reading the play/movie/tv show scrips and music that her father's written.
Favorite Game: Not really a gamer, but she had lots of fun doing play pretend as a kid.
Favorite Song: Too many to pick from!
Favorite Hobbies: if not including going to clubs or parties, it's scrapbooking. Granted, she isn't good at it, she has no artistic eye.
Favorite Holiday: Remembrance Day & Remembrance Night
Favorite Place: None in particular.
Favorite Weather: Sunny!

Biggest Strength: Inside Knowledge on Celebrity Gossip
Biggest Flaw: TBA
Greatest Fear: Her true identity as two celebrity's daughter being leaked to her school & being treated weirdly because of it
Biggest Pet Peeve: People poking into her business
Biggest Insecurity: TBA
Hidden Talent: TBA
Guilty Pleasure: Childhood Cartoons like Catman: the animated series.
Comfort Item: TBA
Comfort Activity: watching her guilty pleasure tv shows.
Love Language: TBA
How They Handle Stress: Holds it in, but obviously appears annoyed, like the verge of breaking.
How They Handle Anger: Same as Stress

Favorite Time of Day: Evening
Favorite Childhood Memory: All the times she got to play with her friends as kids.
Current Dream: To live a normal, non-celebrity influenced life.
What Would Their Caffein8 Order Be? Giant Iced Pinetea with honeymelon nectar (akin to milk/creamer) and strawcherri drizzle.
What Emoji Do They Use Most? The basic ones like 😄 😘 🙄

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Alexander Fleck

If there was a physical example of the saying 'looks can be deceiving', then Alexander would be the perfect example.
For being a boy who is no larger than smaller than average woman, he has all of the bravado, macho, and aggression of a man who was twice his size.
For What he lacks in masculine traits such as height, hard muscles, and a commanding voice, he more than makes up for it with his fiery personality, even if it usually ends with him in trouble and drenched with cum in the men's locker room.

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Lorelai Madden

Lorelai:
Age: 18 years
Born on the eighth moon of Januarus (1/8-M)
Favorite Food: Rosadia Honeymelon Bread (homemade preferrably)
Favorite Drink: Chamolily Tea
Style: Y2K fashion with a sort of princess-y flare.
Role: Protagonist & wielder of the
Divine weapon Songbird.
Occupation:
Occasionally delivers messages for Queen Fareeha
Holder of the Anima Core
[ ? ? ? ]
Voice Inspirations:
Laura Bailey
— Rise Kujikawa (P4)
Lily Emil Lammers
— Ash (FEH)
Kari Wahlgren
— Kasumi (DoAX2)
Basic description:
Shy and timid, Lorelai usually blends into her surroundings without much difficulty. She is someone who is often seen but forgotten, aside from those whom she is close with, such as her best friend, Clementine, or her immediate family. She is a resident of Half Heart City. However, The Divine Weapon chose her as the one to wield it, and she must step up to the plate. For if she doesn’t… the world may be at stake.
Misc Info:

Favorite Color: dusty pink
Favorite Animal: Noells (deer)
Favorite Season: late Spring and early autumn, when the temperature is just lovely.
Favorite Flower: Chamolily
Favorite Movie/Show: The Marvelous Adventures of Cherie Holmes and Jack Watson [series adaption]
Favorite Book: The Marvelous Adventures of Cherie Holmes and Jack Watson
Favorite Game: Princess and Knight — a childhood game she used to play with her friends. She was always the princess while Clementine and Silas were like knights.
Favorite Song: Here Come the Cats — Waitress & Pretty Little Thing — KINGS
Favorite Hobbies: baking and karaoke (solo/alone)
Favorite Holiday: Valentine’s Day (celebrated on the 14th moon of Aprella (4/14-M)
Favorite Place: Serenity Lake’s Nature preserves — that’s where the Noells live.
Favorite Weather: Heavy Rain ( no thunder ); but only if she isn’t going outside.

Biggest Strength: Her kind heart
Biggest Flaw: Passive nature — she doesn’t stand up for herself even when she knows she should.
Greatest Fear: Never being good enough, especially for the role she’s been given on her journey.
Biggest Pet Peeve: People pushing her buttons intentionally to make her snap from her passive nature — it doesn’t work, stop trying.
Biggest Insecurity: Her self worth
Hidden Talent: Singing
Guilty Pleasure: Strawcherri Fluff Cake
Comfort Item: Her stuffed rabbit Floopy
Comfort Activity: Writing in her diary
Love Language: Physical Touch — loves to hug, hold hands, kiss, etc.
How They Handle Stress: She becomes more quiet in a way that can be felt instead of her general quiet. Then she internalizes it and creates distance
How They Handle Anger: She keeps it buried inside until it dissipates.

Favorite Time of Day: Dawn and Dusk — when Noells are most active.
Favorite Childhood Memory: When she and Leo shared a wyrd fruit together.
Current Dream: Get married to Krys ( her boyfriend )
What Would Their Caffein8 Order Be? Giant Iced Chamolily Tea with three artificial sweeteners
What Emoji Do They Use Most? 🕊️ 💗 🩷 🌸 🌀 💢 💭 🌞 🎶 ⁉️ ❣️ 💀 💦 💧 . . . she uses tons.

MORE INFO TO COME

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Teagan Saint-Jean

Identity:
Name: Teagan Saint-Jean
Nickname: Red
Species: Human
Economic class: Lower middle class
Lives: Downtown
Occupation: Bartender at Velvet & Vice (high end speakeasy/casino)
Appearance:
Age: 25
Sex/Gender: Female
Eye color: Hazel
Skin color: Freckled porcelain
Hair color: Auburn
Height: 5'7
Face: Freckled, slim with full lips
Body: Voluptuous figure, healthy proportions
Posture/Gait: Sauntering steps with natural hip sway
Personality: Rebellious adrenaline junkie, strong willed, flirtatious
Mini Bio:
Tegan was born into an affluent family. Her father was the Governor with a doting stay at home mother. Her family name brought mixed murmurs but her father did stand by the people's side as much as he could. Despite her privileged upbringing, she chooses not to be identified with her birth family. They were too suffocating, too strict. It felt as though she were a puppet dressed to play a part she would never accept. On graduation night, she packed up her things and left home for the big city. She worked odd jobs to afford her decent apartment and now finds herself working at Velvet & Vice, a high end underground speakeasy casino run by the biggest names. The casino is a dark secret. Only a few handful of people are invited in. Most of those people include politicians, CEO's, and the occasional hitman.

She is a young woman who is nothing short of a spitfire that breathes wild life into everything she touches. Teagan holds herself with royal grace yet there is still a fire of mischief behind her hazel eyes. Her naturally flaming red hair is a clue into her personality. She holds a natural lure of beauty that hides behind her wit and sometimes brash humor. She holds herself to a high standard and those around her to an even higher standard. Most nights she finds herself at work crafting the best martinis and mixed drinks in town. On her rare night off, she can be seen out at the wildest clubs with her friends. Spontaneous risks are her specialties.
Tegan is an average height woman with a thin yet curvy build. Her red hair compliments her pale skin and bright eyes. She has a gentle face with full lips and long dark lashes that fan over her freckled cheeks. She moves like music, graceful and illuminating. Yet there is a seduction to everything she does that makes those around her undermine her abilities. Still, Tegan is not someone to back down from anyone. Even the hitmen whose egos are bigger than they deserve to be.
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Plot Lines:
* Bartenders are the therapists of the world, a (troubled marriage, newly divorced??) regular comes to her more often and a romance blooms from late nights
* A new person sits at the bar and is handed an envelope, they read it but don’t know that Teagan catches a glimpse, what does she read?
* Old flings see each other while on a night out and a conversation strikes up in curiosity, where does it lead them?
* Something fun!! Maybe she gets robbed or attacked on the street and a vigilante comes to save her and they find themselves checking in on her from time to time, maybe even stopping by her apartment one night (oolala)

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Monty Baudelaire

Identity:
Name: Monty Baudelaire
Nickname: None
Species: Human
Economic class: Top Upper Class
Lives: Silcast East
Occupation: Financial Analyst at Prestige Financial Group

Appearance:
Age: 32
Sex/Gender: Male
Eye color: Sage green
Skin color: Warm Ivory
Hair color: Blonde
Height: 6'3
Face: Gentle features, boyish smirk
Body: Lean yet muscular
Posture/Gait: Relaxed, confident
Personality: Charismatic, spirited, pacific

Mini Bio:
Monty Baudelaire is the son of generational wealth. His family on his father's side built the bustling city of Silcast East, an empire reminiscent of New York City. The city holds some of the most influential people, companies and buildings. The bustling streets are crowded with cars and pedestrians alike with a culture that holds memories of generations past. Monty's family name holds power amongst the city for many different walks of reasons. His father contributes to their community in a way no one else does; fights against corruption and for the lower class as well as ensures all of his employees are paid well and taken care at the family owned company Prestige Financial Group. On the other side, there are rumors of Monty's father being involved in shady business behind closed doors and down dark alleys. Even Monty himself has a habit of slipping out of rooms and coming back hours later with no explanation. His mother passed when he was young under mysterious circumstances forcing him to live with a nanny for most of his life while his father worked endlessly.

Monty is a charismatic man who adores women as if they are goddesses. He is a man who understands romance and adoration in a way most don't. He is gentle yet firm, humorous and selfless. There is a wit to Monty that most can't get enough of. He always has an ease to him that commands the room. Monty holds himself with a quiet class elegance that is impossible to replicate. Monty has gentle charming features that he uses to his advantage. He has broad shoulders, lean muscles and a quiet confidence in his gait. Monty usually styles his hair with a classic middle part that adds a boyish charm to his affluent air. He moves through the world with a slow grace that is hard to miss. His voice is rich and velvety, usually carrying a witty remark and a wink. He is loyal to a fault and loves beyond his own comprehension. Monty loves women deeply but has also been seen adoring men. Monty loves to spoil those he admires. He also has a bad habit of smoking cigarettes that he can't seem to kick.
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Plot Ideas:
* Childhood friends that hold tension between one another go to an expensive restaurant to unwind before heading back to Monty's.
* Secretary trope
* College dorm party with loud music, drinks and drugs leads to a messy meetup between exes
* A detective convinced the Baudelaire's are hiding something follows Monty in an attempt to get information
* Past debts of the family catch up to Monty who acts none the wiser under a strict hand
* Monty’s roommate has a slight crush and progressively tries to get closer (possibly lives with multiple women/men)

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Kota Saewulf

Identity:
Name: Kota Saewulf
Nickname: Kota of Iceveil, Harbinger of Death, Winter’s Reaper
Species: Human
Economic class: Nobility
Lives: Iceveil's Castle
Occupation: Knight
Appearance:
Age: Unknown, assumed 30s
Sex/Gender: Male
Eye color: Deep brown
Skin color: Pale white
Hair color: Black
Height: 6'5
Face: Hardened features, permanent scowl
Body: Muscular
Posture/Gait: Rigid, slow and calculated
Personality: Stoic, reserved, disinterested
Battle Abilities:
Physical abilities: Great strength/stamina, armor that absorbs strikes, master of weapons
Weapon: Long sword
Magical abilities: None
Companions: White stallion named Helios, nicknamed ‘Carrier of Death’, ‘Death’s Angel’

Mini Bio:
Kota Saewulf was born in the snowy mountains of Iceveil, a small village in the Northern Kingdom. His father was a blacksmith and his mother an Innkeeper. His family held no status although his father’s blacksmithing supplied the kingdom’s military with weapons. One fateful night, Kota had picked a fight with one of the men in the knights brigade who were staying at his mother’s inn. A fight broke out and somehow, against the odds, Kota had won against one of the more revered knights. Impressed, they offered him to train with them. He rose through the ranks and eventually would lead his men into war to win countless battles. Kota is well respected amongst the royals and village people alike despite his unapproachable presence. His knowledge of war tactics and strategies is unmatched, pinning him as one of the most valuable assets Iceveil has to claim. Kota is usually seen with a scowl on his sharp features. His broad shoulders taper to a fit waist and strong legs. He carries an attitude of indifference with him that quiets any room he enters. There is an intimidating air to the knight that is cause for whispers when he is around. The whispers are a mix of awe muddled between intrigue and fear. One wrong look from the knight is as close to turning one to stone as it gets. Despite his threatening air, Kota takes his oath of protecting his people as if it were written on his rib. There is nothing that should stop the knight from his duty of shielding those who have no means to protect themselves, not even death. He has been said to smell of the freshness of water lilies muddled with the rich earthiness of leather and a hint of metal from his armor and weapons.
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Plot Ideas:
* A knight is sent to a small village to slay a river beast that has been tormenting the townspeople, during the battle he is injured and forced to stay at the local inn or monastery
* The princess/prince is set on attending the Fall Festival that pays tribute to a bountiful season, they sneak out of the castle draped in common clothes only to be met by the knight who saw them leave
* During the journey home from a mission, the knight finds himself in a forest that is alive with magic, a strange person guides him through the tainted forest and to promised safety
* During a royal ball, there is a strange guest that does not look familiar and the knight follows them silently in suspects they are the spy of a rival kingdom
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MODERN AU

Mini Bio:
Born in snowy upstate New York to loving loving parents, Kota found himself a fairly normal child. His father was a gunsmith that was employed by the local police department and his mother was a doting stay at home figure. As a teen, Kota had gotten into a fight with the local police at a diner and despite the implications, the officers admired his sharp mind and quick moves. He was invited to apply to the local squad once he graduated and from there, he grew in ranks to be one of the sharpest detectives in the New York state. Kota is seen with a cigarette on most days with a look of exhaustion clouding his sharp features. He has been said to smell of faint cigarettes, the rich under note of fresh brewed coffee and something faintly sweet that intrigues many.
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Plot Ideas:
* Rookie on the squad shadows the seasoned detective
* A suspect has been found after months of surveillance but won't open up during the interview, bartering maybe??
* Long time coworkers with tension
* Traveling for a case and the motel room is too small for two people
* Undercover dating to sneak into a party of a prominent politician that's turned crooked
* A prominent serial killer has been taunting the Detective

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Nyx

Identity:
Name: Nyx
Nickname: None
Species: Siren
Economic class: Inapplicable
Lives: A cove in the Mediterranean Ocean
Occupation: Merchant of the sea, man eater
Appearance:
Age: Appears to be late 20s, true age is unknown
Sex/Gender: Female
Eye color: Deep emerald green
Skin color: Greyish white, black claw like nails with black ombre along her hand, skin is cool to the touch
Hair color: Black
Height: 5’10 in human form, 7’ long with tail
Face: Ethereal beauty, sharp eyes, full lips usually frowning
Body: Slim yet powerful
Posture/Gait: Snake-like fluidity, wary yet flowing movements
Personality: Solitary, standoffish, cynical
Battle Abilities:
Physical abilities: Shape-shift from mermaid to human form
Weapon: Nails like claws, fangs
Magical abilities: Manipulation of water, shapeshifting

Mini Bio:
Nyx is an ethereal siren roaming the depths of the Mediterranean sea. She is the last of her kind, the other's snatched from the ocean by mortal greed and fascination. She enjoys toying with mortals who stray too far from the safety of their ships. Occasionally, she will morph into her human form when the perfect conditions exist to find herself in a tavern, feasting upon men who stumble from the lanterns light. She is known to be elusive and intelligent but still curious of humankind and their traditions.
Nyx was born a Siren daughter of the Muses of Great Greek legends nearly a century ago. When she was first born, her clan spanned nearly every ocean. Over time however, mortal men had heard of the myths of beautiful women with a fatal song. Men's greedy nature to possess overcame Nyx's clan one stormy night. Nearly all of her family was captured in a ship when she was far too young to protect anyone, hardly even herself. Before her clan was eradicated to be gawked at, sold for entertainment or eaten, she was gifted her transformation and water whispering powers from her clan's Seer. Nyx has the ability to transform into a full human at will, although it takes a lot of energy to maintain the form. Her water manipulation powers come much easier, it's a power much like breathing.
Nyx's jet black hair is a stark contrast to her porcelain skin that has a grey undertone. She has emerald eyes that hold a wild animal's gleam, thick dark lashes and pupils that dilate and contract based on her mood. She has full lips covering sharp fangs and a long pointed tongue. There are small gills on her ribs to help her breathe under water. When in siren form, her tail is long and powerful. Her tail is covered in dark blue and purple iridescent scales that stop at her hips with a few scales peppering her waist. The fin at the end of her tail is long and wispy. Her entire body is cold including her mouth and breath. Nyx's voice is haunting yet sinful, and has been known to reverberate in humans skulls like a distorted lullaby. Although the siren is nearly a hundred years old, she resembles a woman in her late 20's.
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Plot Ideas:
* A pirate gets lost at sea and has to make a deal with the deity for safe passage back home
* A merchant encounters an enigmatic woman with strange loot she's trying to trade
* A tavern regular has seen the same woman on a few rare occasions that always prompts a new missing poster to be tacked around the town
* A fisherman reels in his net wondering why the winch is protesting the weight only to find a strange creature as his catch of the day

Just possible ideas to get started with! (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ

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Tenko Ishigami

Tenko Ishigami
Variant Human
Class - Ranger (Hunter)
Height - 5'4
Weight - 121 lbs
Skin - Tanned
Background - Witherbloom Student
Raised among the Hunters Guild, Tenko is a woman with bright aspirations and a high opinion about herself. With the capabilities to be an expert hunter, shes proud of her bowmanship and claims to be better than any elf. A human with darker skin, shes known for her multilingual capabilities, but also for taking on any mission she can find for gold and to pay for anything she finds. An arrogant human at times, Tenko is however friendly when she needs to be and as a Ranger, is an expert at archery. Shes a lover of adventure at the end of the day, and a friend to those who respect her.

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Updated October 6
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Curvy Witch

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Updated October 5
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Rei Yamada

Height - 5'3
Weight - 100 lbs
Personality - Gullible, Kind, Naive, Polite, Curious
Hobbies - Cryptozoology, Traveling, Crossplaying, Trying new food
Sexuality - Straight
Favorite Songs - Наступает ночь by Мираж, ROAR by Maon Kurosaki, Run for your Life by The Creepshow

Son of a politcian, Rei was raised in California and lived his life with a passion for the supernatural. From cryptids to ghosts, demons to hauntings, he researches them all. On top of his preference for croptops and skirts over tuxedos or gymwear; Rei's feminene body tends to trick people, but his politeness and naivity from his relaxed life tends to get him into sticky (plenty of times literally) situations. Usually hypnotized, forced, kidnapped, or overall taken advantage of by women or monsters- or both

Most art for him is done by my friend kyunamaori

Album created by haidatoki
Updated October 5
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Connie the Cummerian

As in , "C'mere, Connie!" Get your dirty mind out of my hauberk.
She's what it says on the tin. Barbarian.

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Updated October 5
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Flare Incendium

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Updated October 2
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The Mysterious Traveler

Their name is never the same but they always seem to look the same and return here, eyes still distant, and they tell us of fabulous cities and orchards no one has ever seen, but the fragrance still lingers around them. Yet, tomorrow they are gone

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Updated October 2
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Axl 'A.X.L' Graves

Art by: @ReiRei1181147 on twitter

Designation: N°741
Callsign: A.X.L. (Autonomous eXecution Liaison, a name the institute chose and he quietly finds ridiculous)
Civilian alias: Axl Graves

Appearance: Short and compact, long, unruly blond hair, indigo eyes that rarely blink. He wears a fur-collared black jacket over a fitted top and long tight pants.
Personality: Calm, exact, and emotionally remote. He speaks in short sentences and treats conversation like a briefing. Beneath the machine-like stillness is a burning curiosity about ordinary life, which he hides by treating it as "research."
Likes: Soft drinks (he keeps a tally of flavors he's tried), motorbikes, pre-AI-revolution music, privacy, and plans with no loose ends.
Dislikes: Public security officers, stim junkies, underpaying clients, and N°497

Skills: Lethal close-quarters combat, acrobatic infiltration, improvised weapons and patient, flawless operational planning.

Weaknesses: Struggles with spontaneous social situations. The stims leave him with occasional "static," brief moments where his thoughts go mechanical and cold, and he hides them. He has no idea who he would be without the institute.

Lore:
It is the year 3087. After the first Dyson sphere was built, AI became nearly indistinguishable from humans, and mankind found itself entangled in the most drastic technological advance ever seen.
Most countries had already dissolved, and cities were now ruled by corporations. These "corpos" built an empire of interconnected businesses. Soon they also dictated the law, deciding what was legal and what was not.
Such was the case with the Banner Institute, an apparently normal school for child prodigies that hid a dark secret. Behind it stood a secret organization known by the initials N.A.B.O.K. (Nano Assassins Born Only to Kill).
NABOK acquired newborn babies, no matter where or how, and raised them to be assassins. The children were given experimental stims that made them stronger and more intelligent, but also made them think almost like machines. In exchange, they stopped aging, as their overloaded cells were left in a state of perpetual regeneration. They were also stripped of their names (If they had any) and given numbers instead.

Once they "graduated," they received a callsign and a fabricated life. Axl's fabricated life came with android parents and an apartment in the lower levels. He shut the androids down within minutes of arriving, not out of cruelty, but because they were unplanned variables.

As a Nano Assassin, he takes contracts from corpo executives, mafia figures, and anyone with money and a solid reference. He works clean, using only his body, leaving no blood and no witnesses. Off the clock, he rides through the neon undercity at night, tries every food he was denied as a child, and records everything in handwritten journals, as if trying to convince himself he's a person.

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Updated September 30
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Prince Archivald IV

Art by: @ReiRei1181147 on twitter

Name: Prince Archivald IV, "Fang"

Appearence: Short stature. Long wild black hair, purple eyes, scarred muscular body from years of training and fights

Personality: Rude, direct, violent on the outside. Softens up and can be caring and loving after he gets used to it

Likes: Fighting, training, eating lots of food, maidens.

Dislikes: Baths, rules, losing

Talents: Fighting knowledge, Survival skills

Lore: Prince Archvald IV was the heir of the Alabaster dynasty when his parents's kingdom was attacked by a horde of barbarians. They abducted the young prince in the pillaging of the kingdom and sold him to a gladiator arena for a great amount of gold. There, he was left to be raised and trained to fight to the death. He grew up among the warriors and gladiators, eventually gaining their trust and joining the revolution to escape the arena. Now, he wanders the world without a clear purpose, unknowing of his royal blood. He likes to take up quests that can prove to be a challenge or just fight monsters for pure pleasure

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Nicole

Nicole is an architecture student living in New York City, juggling demanding classes, a professional internship, and part-time work at a small café. She is bright, capable, relentlessly busy, and almost absurdly optimistic about all of it. Her days are packed with trains, lectures, models, deadlines, coffee, friends, and whatever assignment she nearly forgot existed.
Dance is the real center of her life. She trains seriously, loves performing, and comes alive the moment she steps into a studio. Her other great obsession is cosplay, which lets her combine sewing, fabrication, electronics, design, and theatrical performance into increasingly ambitious creations. Architecture is the sensible career she is building toward, but Nicole quietly hopes she can someday find a life that leaves more room for the things she loves most: dancing, making beautiful things, and sharing both with the world.

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Updated September 29
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Sven Alden

A scorbunny who dreams of being a hero one day. He lives in a world of all anthro and feral pokemon and is training to eventually join a Mystery Dungeon Guild.

-wip-

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Updated September 19
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Sekhmet

Likely related to Ankha somehow, Sekhmet is a playful catgirl who is the physical relative gifted in combat where as Ankha relies more on magic means. She is not to be trifled with as she is considered dangerous but making her an ally would give quite a partner for both combat and... other things.

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Updated September 18
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Klara Helden

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Updated September 14
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Nora

Nora is a 18 years old neko beastkin adventurer who passed her youth on a farm with her family. At an adult age, she chose to become an adventurer to see the world but she has yet to see what dangers loom ahead. This neko is about to find out that the world is not friendly and naivety can be risky.

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Updated September 11
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Cobb Devlin

The girl sat on the cold steel railing of the Hanover Harbor bridge staring at the mist-shrouded river far below. The city felt still this early in the morning. Occasionally, a car drove past her, but the drivers either didn't see her or didn't care enough to slow down. Probably the latter , Mya thought.
She shivered in the cool air, but didn't bother to zip up her jacket. It doesn't really matter anymore, she thought. Her tights and leotard provided almost no warmth for her thin frame at all; the torn strap over her left shoulder barely held together even with the safety pin she hastily applied earlier as she fled from the theater. She had warmer, better clothes in the small duffel on the walkway behind her, but she didn't care enough to want to climb down and find a place to change. Maybe someone would find them and have a good use for them, she thought as tears preceded her down to the inky waters below.
Just as she felt like she'd finally found the will to push off, Mya suddenly became aware of a strange scent. Earthiness, with a touch of vanilla and cedar wood. A thin stream of smoke rolled past her. But unlike the foul cigarette stench she'd grown up with, it smelled comforting. Welcoming.
She looked to her right and nearly fell from being startled. About twenty feet away, a man smoking a huge cigar was leaning against the railing, staring out over the river. She thought he was pretty tall, but kind of heavyset. Looking closer though, she realized he was built like a powerlifter who'd stopped lifting years ago and was letting himself go. He was dressed in a leather jacket of some kind and had a hat like her great-grandfather wore in the pictures she'd seen of him. "Why ... why are you standing there?" she stammered. Way to go, Ms. Rizz! her inner voice chided.
"I saw you sitting there," he called back. He didn't shout, but his voice carried clearly as if he was only an arm's length away from her. "It suddenly felt like a good time and a good place to think some deep thoughts, maybe reflect on the past and look at the future."
Mya blinked at that, like he was speaking a foreign language that she should know but didn't. "But why there?"
He took a big pull from his cigar, and let the smoke go from his nostrils. "Well, I figured that if I ran up on you I might scare you into doing something that you can't come back from." He took the cigar from his mouth and stared at the coal. "Life's like a candle that can't be relit. If you're not careful with it, you lose the light forever and the world is just a bit darker for it."
For some reason that put her back up. "What do you know about darkness?" she scoffed.
He turned to look at her for a long minute. Just an hour ago, that would have made her skin crawl. But here, now, she didn't feel like she was being leered at but some old perv. She felt like, rather than being looked at, she was being seen . It felt oddly good. "I suppose that a young woman with torn clothes and streaked mascara has the right to ask that," he finally said.
He probably wants to get some himself, her inner voice warned. And then it turned cold. Why not give it to him? It's not like a worthless piece of shit like ...
"Hush you!" the man called out sternly. "We'll have none of that now!"
Mya blinked in surprise. "You can hear ...?"
"Sometimes you don't need to hear to know what's being said," he replied in a normal voice.
She was thoroughly confused now. "I don't understand any of this," Mya almost sobbed. She stared down at the river again, but now it didn't look welcoming at all. It looked cold, uncaring, and ready to swallow her and take her away.
"Don't be afraid, sweetheart," he said, "but I'm going to reach into my pocket and show you something. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you or try to grab you." He spoke with the kind of soothing voice that someone might use to calm a stray dog that was scared and growling. Moving with exaggerated slowness, he pulled a small cylinder from the pocket of his jeans and held it under his chin. With a soft click, his face was suddenly lit up.
A flashlight, she realized. She looked at him closely now. He wasn't handsome, but not unattractive either. He had rugged features, a strong jaw, and eyes that held all the pain in the world. He does know about darkness, she thought.
"I had to fly across the country a few weeks ago," he said, "and a TSA guy laughed at me when I put this little flashlight into the tray. 'Who carries a flashlight in their pocket in broad daylight?' And I said to him, 'Let me ask and answer two questions. First, when do you need a flashlight the most? Answer: when it's dark and you can't see anything. Second, when's the worst time to look for a flashlight? Answer: when it's dark and you can't see anything."
Mya didn't know what that had to do with anything at all. But then, it made sense. Obvious sense, even. She turned away, looking out into the night. The mist was squelching the lights of the city, muffling the sounds of it, isolating her. Darkness taking her vision, making it easier for her to trip. To fall. She looked down again, then back at him. "My name is Cobb," he said.
"I'm Mya," she said. Then, almost whispering, "Can I borrow your light? I need it now."
Suddenly he was there, lifting her up as if she were a little girl again and placing her firmly onto the bridge deck. They stood for a long moment that way, his hands lightly on her hips. She collapsed into his arms and hugged him, head against his chest, and she could feel his warmth, the beat of his heart, the rise and fall of his breathing. His arms were around her now, and she felt safe at last. "Of course you can, Mya," he said. "We all need someone to lend us some light sometimes."
(You can continue this story in the club Tell Me A Story - Our Stories - The Light at the End of the tunnel. And maybe you can join and tell one of your own.)

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