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SatanicBamnana

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Who am I? What is my story? What am I like?
  • Name: Charlotte Ayana Greyson
    Age: 24
    Sex: Female
    Sexual preference: Bisexual
    Date of birth: June 17th
    From: Australia
    Species: Succubus
  • As a child Charlotte grew up in the house of a Pastor and a world-renowned heart surgeon. She was placed with the family at the age of six, and had lived with them and 11 other kids. The 11 others were biological children from 2 separate mothers. One bore 5 and the mother Charlotte was raised by only had 1 biological child.

    She came into her powers near her junior year when she went on a date with her long-time crush. They kissed and things began to get steamy. When she opened her eyes, her date was dead. She did her best to dispose of the body, finishing her highschool years going through multiple investigations. Eventually people gave up on looking for the boy, and Charlotte relocated to [Insert place here] where she's lived her life finishing up business classes and opening her own night club, where she found herself surrounded by many different creatures she never knew existed before.
  • Charlotte is a head strong, and stubborn. Thought she keeps her private life to herself, she's loves to be around people. She holds parties, and attends events thrown by those she considers friends. She enjoys all kinds of art, she also has a bit of a temper.
 
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☾⋆⋆⋆⋆☽Endris Bealon☾⋆⋆⋆⋆☽​

Endris is 97 year old, give or take. He's an Elf/Angel hybrid, with no general sexual preference.

He's known to be calm, and quiet; but when he does speak he makes sure his voice is heard. He's got a rather large amount of patience, and not much gets to him.

He doesn't have much of a past. Neither race really wanted him, as he was a result of an affair between an Elvin prince and an Angel. Despite it all, his grandfather was the one who didn't think it right to abandon a child. So the family agreed that the grandfather would raise him, and train him so that when the time came, Endris would be able to go out on his own and live his own life. Whether it be with the Elves or elsewhere. However, he was not welcome in heaven, so other than the Elves, he had few places to go.

He is 6'7 and weight about 225lbs, lean with a decent amount of muscle tone. White hair and silver eyes, he has white wings with light golden tips. He generally wears white pants and a shirt, and light brown leather boots with gold embellishments.

☾Would be best for a more medieval-style fantasy roleplay. Genres: Romance, smut, fantasy.☽
 
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⊱Jett Mason⊰
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Age: 27​
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Race: Caucasian/Asian​
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Species: Gifted human [Healing/speed/strength]​
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Height: 6'4​
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Weight: 175lbs light muscle tone​
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Eye Color: Dark brown​
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Hair Color: Jett Black​
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General Apparel: Black v-neck t-shirt, jeans, steel toed combat boots. Heavy canvas black jackets with cotton lining and matching hood, plenty of pockets. Generally has a 10mm tucked away in a holster.
Personality: Jett, for lack of a better description, is an asshole. He doesn't care about anyone's problems, and cared even less about morals. He's a hired gun. The right amount of money can buy his loyalty, and if there is a substantial sum on either side, he'll play both sides. He's not much for making friends, and is extremely anti-social. He prefers to keep to himself, get his work done, have a damn cigarette and go about his day.
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Biography: Jett's handler took him in as a baby. The details, he could care less about. He was never curious. He was raised as a soldier under a man who was just as cold to the outside world as he is. He was home-schooled, and proved his smarts by earning himself straight A's. No more, no less. When he turned 18, he was given the choice of going out on his own, or joining his handler in the business. He chose the latter and the rest is horse shit to Jett.

His current cover for his wealth is a shitty bar on the corner of some trashy downtown area in a big city. He works as the bar tender alongside one other man who works for his handler. The bar is always open, and seats are always filled, despite the horrid external appearance. Want to hire him? You know who to call.
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Freja
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Freja|27|Elf Blooded|Rogue Assassin|Navarran| Grey Warden (New)

Skills:
Double Dagger- Mastered
Sabotage- Poisoned & Fighting Dirty
Subterfuge- Advanced
Archery- Beginner

Specialization: Assassin: Mastered

Weapons: Dual-Wield daggers. The blades are actually 2 small blades brought together at the hilt. Though they look like nothing but two over-sized needles, it doesn't make them any less effective. Crafted with a slightly serrated inner edge, the daggers were meant to poke targets full of holes and have the die quickly due to loss of blood. Because of the crafting of the blades, it is less likely to survive a fatal wound from them, as they are made to do the most damage for a kill, not a wound.

Engraved Throwing Knives. Often hidden in small sheathes that are built into her boots, they are often laced with "Quiet Death", a poison that Freja finds herself quite fond of.

A basic bow for those times when she is on a long journey and may need edible food. Throwing poison at something you want to eat, not her idea of a smart move.

Casual Wear: Remove the high-collar vest and cape, and you have her casual wear. Freja keeps extras of her armor, cleaning then regularly. However, she liked being ready to head out at the drop of a hat, should she need to. Thus, she's never entirely out of her armor.

Armor: Her armor is typiclly as is in the image-left.

About Freja
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Personality: Freja isn't exactly known for being the most personable person in the world. In fact, quite the opposite. She is generally a bit cold and off-putting. She likes to be well-informed, and observe people more than interact with them. Due to growing up in a world where calculations were crucial, she tends to mix up battle tactics with points of conversation, often treating speaking to others as if she were fighting a battle. She'd dodge any unwanted or uncomfortable subjects, observe small body movements and expressions, before trying to bleed the most sensitive information out of the people around her. Because of this, she is a good informant, however, a terrible friend. It's lucky if she has or makes any at all.


Life of Freja: Freja grew up in a noble house in Navarra. Holding a blade was a talent she learned from a young age, and something she'd mastered by his mid teen years. Unlike most Navarran nobles, she wasn't speaking the words of the Maker while growing fat and lazy on the backs of her people. Freja enjoyed traveling with more experienced Dragon hunters, and learning the process that entailed. She killed her first dragon when she was 22, and had armor and weapons made from the bones and scales of the very dragon she'd slain. Proud of her achievement, she continued to hunt the grand creatures, but after a while, hunting became observation.



She was intrigued by the creatures. Watching them grow, seeing their power, she began to realize that their being was more than mere trophies. As such, it became a rare practice for her to slay more dragons, only hunting those that were actually causing issues for the common folk.



However, Freja had a want for a higher purpose. After hearing people speak of the fifth blight growing up, she found herself wanting to be one of the brave Men and Women who defended all of Thedas from the dark, tainted creatures. So, she began to seek out a warden. Eventually, she came upon her superior, Reagan. He didn't give a last name, and she didn't see fit to ask. At first, she was nothing but a tag-along to the warden. But during the events of the Inquisition, she heard her superior speak of the calling. Upon hearing that many were hearing it, she kept Reagan from being able to go, locking him in a cell until eventually, the calling ended.



They searched for answers, and after hearing what happened, Freja earned not only Reagan's trust, but his respect, as it was no small feat to keep the large human locked in a cell for as long as she needed to keep him safe.



Along with a few others who were recruited, they began a joining. Freja survived, along with 2 others when the wardens were called back to Weisshaupt, Freja and Reagan found themselves in Orzammar, where they were helping dwarves drive back darkspawn. During this adventure, they met another companion, Killian, a mage who grew up outside the circle, raised by a Spirit.



Killian and Freja became good enough companions, and found that the trio were nearly inseparable during the months in the deeproads. However, a good year or so post Inquisition, they found themselves fighting an unsettling amount of darkspawn... On the surface.



The three tried to get word to Weisshaupt to call on more Grey Wardens, but much like others, there was no reply.





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Killian
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Killian| 28 | Human | Mage | Olesian | Apostate

Skills:
Spirit- Mastered
Blood- Mastered
Creation- Advanced
Healing- Basic


Specialization: Arcane/Force Mage-Mastered

Weapons: Fade-touched white oak staff with spirit shards and fade-touched storm heart. The staff is one of Killian's most valuable possessions. He designed and created it himself. The blade at the bottom of the staff seems to only be a small, tapered end. But in reality, it's an incredibly sharp, unbreakable needle-point blade. It may seem useless, until his enemies are sliced like sandwich meat and bleeding to death in front of him.

Casual Wear: Killian doesn't take off his armor for any other reason than bathing, sleeping, and cleaning it. And in any of those times, he has absolutely no issues going entirely without. Though he now wears a simple blue cotton tunic and pants with boots when he is around people. He's learned that nudity is not as accepted as he'd thought by most other humans.

Armor: Killian keeps his armor relatively simple but stylish. He never found robes to be all that comfortable, but found the best of both worlds in the mash up of torn robes and leather pants and such that he wears. Since he is native to the Frostbacks, he keeps a scarf and hood of thick leather lined with furs.

About Killian
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Personality: Killian's best traits are his love and loyalty. Both he gives to his close friends and trust worthy comrades without fail. This often leaves him to be the butt of many jokes. But he ignores it all, for the most part. He has learned to get to know people before he gives so much over the years. But he is still kind and caring, despite his generally mischievous and rowdy demeanour. His bad sides come when he is provoked. If he, or someone he cared for, is harmed in any way, he will kill at their very command.


Life of Killian: Killian was raised in the Frostbacks amongst animals and spirits. One spirit in particular was a ghost of a long dead noblewoman who had lost her child after a carriage accident, and froze to death in the cold. The ghost found a solid form to possess, and took care of him since the moment he was found; abandoned in the frostbacks to die for being a mage.

Killian wasn't ever the normal child. He had an affinity for magic and spirits since he was born, and it only grew as he got older. He wasn't welcome among any village or city. And many feared his other-worldly appearance. But there was so much more to Killian than met the eye.

He took to the life of a thief at a young age. When the spirit refused to teach him a specific spell, he would find ways to steal Grimoires from unsuspecting mages passing through the mountains. He got rather brave, stealing them from many other sources as well. When he had become sufficient in his skills, he built a reputation for himself as a healer. All someone had to do was seek him out at his usual villages, and leave an offering in the foothills of the mountains. Be it food, or cloth, and he would come to help heal when he could.

Eventually, Killian left his post in the mountains, and decided to go under them into the city of Orzammar, where he often helped with expeditions in the deep roads. It was there that he met Freja, and they became close companions.

However, he didn't expect a recent loss to knock them back into a place they hardly knew much about. And now he was an apostate, traveling along side the only Grey Warden in contact.





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