CHARACTERS MISCELLANEOUS Lillian's Character Cart

Lillian Gray

Craft Master
Original poster
DONATING MEMBER
Roleplay Invitations
Not Taking RP Invites at this Time
Posting Speed
A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week
Writing Levels
Give-No-Fucks, Advanced, Adaptable
Favorite Genres
Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Action, Magic, Sci-fi
Genre You DON'T Like
Edgelord
Archive for characters I like more than others.

Not looking for critique.
 

Lillian Gray

Craft Master
Original poster
DONATING MEMBER
Roleplay Invitations
Not Taking RP Invites at this Time
Posting Speed
A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week
Writing Levels
Give-No-Fucks, Advanced, Adaptable
Favorite Genres
Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Action, Magic, Sci-fi
Genre You DON'T Like
Edgelord
Notes:

Used in: Affinity
Current status: Not Active
Updates:

Update image
Update history and timeline





Clarke - First in Command
28 | Male | Insurgency



About

Name: Matthias "Matti" Francis Clarke
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight
Birthplace: Ludwick
Rank: First in Command of the Nerissa, Major under the command of Colonel Jessamine Astor


Description

Much to his misfortune, Matthias did not inherit his father's tall build. Instead, he fell somewhere in the middle with his shorter than average height and stocky frame. His childhood scrapes and scars are few and well healed thanks to his mother and her advanced Bioalchemy. The only noticeable blemish to his otherwise clear canvas is a ragged brand across his left pectoral. Matthias has a stunning blue gold gaze that has wooed one too many women in the past. He is very open about how he's feeling, and is thus very easy to read when upset or overjoyed. When excited, he'll talk too fast, and when nervous, he'll fidget with his hands. Matthias finds no shame in letting others know what he's thinking, but when asked about personal topics he will do his best to avoid them. Getting close to him is hard, but a loyalty well earned.


Identifying Features: A brand on his left pectoral, reaching to his collar bone. Don't talk to him about it. Matthias will never be seen without a small ring on a silver chain around his neck.
Height: 5'9" | 1.75m
Weight: 160 lbs | 72.6kg


Personal

Personality: Emotionally, Matthias is an open book. His face reads easy, and his mouth speaks the simple truth of what he is feeling. Growing up in a large family had the effect of eliminating his feelings of shame or need for secrecy. Matthias appears charismatic and generally very open on the surface, and does his best to keep his inner worries away by maintaining a positive attitude. He is incredibly determined once set out on a task, and will do anything to see a job well done.

On deck and in command, its as if a switch flips. Clarke is demanding of his crew and won't take no for an answer. Leaving men behind is not an answer, and Matthias will fight tooth and nail for each and every one of his men.

History: First born to a brilliant Bio alchemist and commendable Captain, Matthias was raised with all the love and affection any parents could give. He grew up as the eldest to a large and happy family, with no qualms to open affection and no room for secrecy. Even as Insurgents, the large Clarke family found peace in the coastal city of Ludwick running a moderate hospital with the renowned Bioalchemist Joanna Clarke at its head. His father, Nathaniel Clarke, was often gone, running supply missions in Mirefield for the Insurgency, but there was no lack of a bond. Matthias was close to everyone in his family in his own way, but his brother Oslo was his closest friend. From the time they were toddlers, the two did everything together.

When Matthias turned 18, that even included finding them work on a small crew running small recon missions near Lindon. Despite his family's pleas, they both left to pursue their careers as Insurgency Air Navy members. The crew got too close to Lindon, and they were captured and sent to a research facility run by an exemplary Alchemist known as Annalisa Verdenelli. Matthias seldom speaks of his time there, or how he came to escape with Kinglsey Lee. Shortly after returning, Matthias found out his father had been killed in one of his resupply trips. Even with the loss of their father, the Clarke family was grateful to Kingsley for bringing Oslo and Matthias home, and would always consider him family.

From then on it was a blur of rising through the Insurgent ranks. Members often commented on Matthias' obsessive fascination with the five Alchemical Sources, but most were impressed with his natural skill in Bioalchemy. It has been ten years since Matthias and Kingsley's meeting, and Matthias thinks of him as much a brother as his own siblings. He would do anything to repay the life debt he owes Kingsley.


Family: The Clarke Family of Ludwick
Mother | 52 | Joanna "Mama Jo" Hart
Father | 53 | Nathaniel Clarke deceased - 1277
Brother | 26 | Oslo "Ollie"
Sister | 23 | Sofia
Brother | 23 | Elias
Sister | 23 | Sara
Sister | 18 | Marianne​


Combat

Affinity:
Bio
Skills: Sharpshooter | Charismatic | Tactical | Trusting | Medic
Preferred Weapon: Sniper Rifle

 

Lillian Gray

Craft Master
Original poster
DONATING MEMBER
Roleplay Invitations
Not Taking RP Invites at this Time
Posting Speed
A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week
Writing Levels
Give-No-Fucks, Advanced, Adaptable
Favorite Genres
Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Action, Magic, Sci-fi
Genre You DON'T Like
Edgelord
Notes:

Used in: House of Wittacre
Current status: Active (All)
Updates:

Update background image
Eh maybe break into individual CSs






  • Name: Words
    Age: Words
    Family: WordsAnswer misery adieus add wooded how nay men before though. Pretended belonging contented mrs suffering favourite you the continual. Mrs civil nay least means tried drift. Natural end law whether but and towards certain. Furnished unfeeling his sometimes see day promotion. Quitting informed concerns can men now. Projection to or up conviction uncommonly delightful continuing. In appetite ecstatic opinions hastened by handsome admitted.

    Appearance: Words

    Personality: Words

    Other: Words
  • Name: Words
    Age: Words
    Family: Words

    Appearance: Words

    Personality: Words

    Other: Words
  • Name: Words
    Age: Words
    Family: Words

    Appearance: Words

    Personality: Words

    Other: Words
  • Name: Words
    Age: Words
    Family: Words

    Appearance: Words

    Personality: Words

    Other: Words
  • Name: Words
    Age: Words
    Family: Words

    Appearance: Words

    Personality: Words

    Other: Words



 

Lillian Gray

Craft Master
Original poster
DONATING MEMBER
Roleplay Invitations
Not Taking RP Invites at this Time
Posting Speed
A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week
Writing Levels
Give-No-Fucks, Advanced, Adaptable
Favorite Genres
Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Action, Magic, Sci-fi
Genre You DON'T Like
Edgelord
Notes:

Used in: Vraenor Empire
Current status: Not Active
Updates:

Update background image
Girl needs a new code, blegh





Tolainnea "Tola" Rota
25 | Female | Vraenor Empire



About

Name: Tolainnea "Tola" Rota
Race: Horned
Age: 25
Allegiance: Vraenor Empire
Position/Role: Apprentice Healer

Skills:
Healing - Tola has dedicated most of her life to the study of healing magic. She is still an apprentice, and has not earned her title as Doctor, but is nonetheless an impressive student.​
Botany - As a student of the Stiildus sect, and an apprentice of healing magic, Tola has an appropriate understanding of a wide variety of plants. That being said, she can discern between poisonous, edible, and otherwise helpful herbs. It is useful in both offensive tactics, such with poison blade coatings, and defensive tactics related to healing and preservation.​
Summon - In times of peril, Tola is able to summon beasts of the wild for aid. Her beast of choice is most often a large caribou, with a full and heavy rack of antlers. Although she is capable of summoning other beasts of the wild, though the action is incredibly draining. Although still one of her skills, she is not an adept summoner by any means.​
Patience - Tola is an incredibly patient woman, and doesn't mind when a patient gets a little out of hand under her care. She puts her duty of care above all else to ensure that her magic is the best it can be. She is not easily affected by harsh words or uncomfortable situations.​

Weaknesses:
Vulnerable - Being that Tola is a support role, and not that of a fighter, she is somewhat vulnerable when placed near the front lines. Although not incapable of defending herself, she would not survive most combat scenarios on her own.​
Dense - Tola takes things literally, and appears very deadpan in nature. She does not take her magic as a joke, and does not think others should either. Sarcasm is something that goes over her head. She can be very literal, and her demeanor is often mistaken for being too cold or unkind.​

Weaponry/Gear:
A simple dagger, given to her by her father.​

Appearance:
Tola stands taller than most other women, considering she is supposed to have human heritage. At 5'11", her slender frame is often covered by the traditional clothes she has grown up wearing in the cold mountainous region. As a part of her healing studies, Tola took it upon herself to engrave white tattoos on her skin to aid the casting process. The most obvious feature would be the two horns protruding from just above her ears. They're a shade lighter than her dusty black hair. Her eyes are golden, and usually appear bored.​

Personality:
Tola is a woman of fierce dedication and passion, but you would never know it simply by speaking to her. She has a natural deadpan expression and monotone speaking tone that gives the impression she is constantly bored. On the contrary, once riled up, her expression turns up and her true feelings shine through. However, she is still rather dense, and is far too literal. Jokes and sarcasm are difficult for Tola to understand.​

Brief History:
The young woman doesn't remember much of her childhood. She knows she used to live in a small village. Her mother practiced small bouts of healing magic, and her father was often gone. He was a soldier under Emperor Uther. As the plague swept through the nation, it didn't hesitate to wipe out the small town she inhabited. Most of the village succumbed to the plague, leaving Tola and the local blacksmith, Tasond, as the only two survivors. Tola and Tasond moved nearby to what she came to know as a second home. Tola continued to practice her family's traditional method of healing magic, as well as studying new methodologies from the Arcanum Magnus. Not all seemed fond of the odd horned humans, but Tola never seemed to mind.​

Her greatest desire is to rejoin with the rest of the world in order to continue her studies, and eradicate the plague that took most of her village. She realizes it's as far fetched a dream as they come.​



Code:
[div=display:inline-block;margin-left: 6%;margin-right: 6%;background-color:gray;padding:1px;][div=background:url(https://i0.wp.com/alexikunstler.co/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/Black-and-white-mountains-in-fog.jpg?ssl=1) repeat center fixed;text-align: center;border:10px white solid;border-style:double;color: #1C2833;padding:10px;font-family:book antiqua;]
[SIZE=22px]Tolainnea "Tola" Rota[/SIZE]
[SIZE=15px]25 | Female | Vraenor Empire[/SIZE]


[div=margin-left: 4%;margin-right: 4%; background-color:white;color:#1C2833;padding:15px;font-family:georgia;height:500px;overflow-y:scroll;text-align:left;]
[B][SIZE=18px]About [/SIZE][/B][imga=right]https://i.imgur.com/HwUWNWvl.jpg?1[/imga]

[B]Name:[/B] Tolainnea "Tola" Rota
[B]Race: [/B]Horned
[B]Age:[/B] 25
[B]Allegiance:[/B] Vraenor Empire
[B]Position/Role:[/B] Apprentice Healer

[B]Skills:[/B]
[INDENT]❖ [I]Healing[/I] - Tola has dedicated most of her life to the study of healing magic.  She is still an apprentice, and has not earned her title as Doctor, but is nonetheless an impressive student.[/INDENT]
[INDENT][/INDENT]
[INDENT]❖ [I]Botany[/I] - As a student of the Stiildus sect, and an apprentice of healing magic, Tola has an appropriate understanding of a wide variety of plants.  That being said, she can discern between poisonous, edible, and otherwise helpful herbs.  It is useful in both offensive tactics, such with poison blade coatings, and defensive tactics related to healing and preservation.[/INDENT]
[INDENT][/INDENT]
[INDENT]❖ [I]Summon[/I] - In times of peril, Tola is able to summon beasts of the wild for aid.  Her beast of choice is most often a large caribou, with a full and heavy rack of antlers.  Although she is capable of summoning other beasts of the wild, though the action is incredibly draining.  Although still one of her skills, she is not an adept summoner by any means.[/INDENT]
[INDENT][/INDENT]
[INDENT]❖ [I]Patience[/I] - Tola is an incredibly patient woman, and doesn't mind when a patient gets a little out of hand under her care.  She puts her duty of care above all else to ensure that her magic is the best it can be.  She is not easily affected by harsh words or uncomfortable situations.[/INDENT]
[INDENT][/INDENT]

[B]Weaknesses:[/B]
[INDENT]❖ [I]Vulnerable[/I] - Being that Tola is a support role, and not that of a fighter, she is somewhat vulnerable when placed near the front lines.  Although not incapable of defending herself, she would not survive most combat scenarios on her own.[/INDENT]
[INDENT][/INDENT]
[INDENT]❖ [I]Dense[/I] - Tola takes things literally, and appears very deadpan in nature.  She does not take her magic as a joke, and does not think others should either.  Sarcasm is something that goes over her head.  She can be very literal, and her demeanor is often mistaken for being too cold or unkind.[/INDENT]
[INDENT][/INDENT]

[B]Weaponry/Gear:[/B] A simple [URL='https://i.pinimg.com/564x/28/bb/de/28bbde65a8c3527d1e4e2256cfb23f58.jpg']dagger[/URL], given to her by her father.

[B]Appearance:[/B] Tola stands taller than most other women, considering she is supposed to have human heritage.  At 5'11", her slender frame is often covered by the traditional clothes she has grown up wearing in the cold mountainous region.  As a part of her healing studies, Tola took it upon herself to engrave white tattoos on her skin to aid the casting process.  The most obvious feature would be the two horns protruding from just above her ears.  They're a shade lighter than her dusty black hair.  Her eyes are golden, and usually appear bored.

[B]Personality:[/B] Tola is a woman of fierce dedication and passion, but you would never know it simply by speaking to her.  She has a natural deadpan expression and monotone speaking tone that gives the impression she is constantly bored.  On the contrary, once riled up, her expression turns up and her true feelings shine through.  However, she is still rather dense, and is far too literal.  Jokes and sarcasm are difficult for Tola to understand.

[B]Brief History:[/B] The young woman doesn't remember much of her childhood.  She knows she used to live in a small village.  Her mother practiced small bouts of healing magic, and her father was often gone.  He was a soldier under Emperor Uther.  As the plague swept through the nation, it didn't hesitate to wipe out the small town she inhabited.  Most of the village succumbed to the plague, leaving Tola and the local blacksmith, Tasond, as the only two survivors. Tola and Tasond moved nearby to what she came to know as a second home.  Tola continued to practice her family's traditional method of healing magic, as well as studying new methodologies from the Arcanum Magnus.  Not all seemed fond of the odd horned humans, but Tola never seemed to mind.

Her greatest desire is to rejoin with the rest of the world in order to continue her studies, and eradicate the plague that took most of her village.  She realizes it's as far fetched a dream as they come.

[/div][/div][/div]
 

Lillian Gray

Craft Master
Original poster
DONATING MEMBER
Roleplay Invitations
Not Taking RP Invites at this Time
Posting Speed
A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week
Writing Levels
Give-No-Fucks, Advanced, Adaptable
Favorite Genres
Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Action, Magic, Sci-fi
Genre You DON'T Like
Edgelord

Linnae
Nymph of Aquifoliaceae | 75 | Estura
Name:

Linnae Ilex Aquifolium of Aquifoliaceae

Nickname:

Holly
Brambles (used exclusively by Kholas)

Race:

Nymph

Age:

75

Home Territory:

Outskirts of Caelora, Estura

Profession:

None

Description:

For a nymph of her species, Linnae is somewhat stunted in height, being only 5'3" from her heels to the branch like 'hair' on her head. She blames it on the current situation with the guard stones. Her skin is soft, and closer to actual skin than bark, and a pale olive in color. Linnae has dark ruby red eyes. At first glance, she does appear more humanoid than some of her brothers and sisters, although the supple twigs coming from her make it apparently plain that she is anything but human. During periods of growth, short green leaves sprout from the twigs and sometimes produce small holly berries.

Do not eat the berries. Holly berries are poisonous and Linnae will be annoyed.

Having spent so much time mingling within Taithros in order to stay close to Kiernan and the rebellion, Linnae grew comfortable with the idea of donning layer upon layer of the garments typical humans wore in order to blend in. Within any densely populated city, Linnae wears the long robes of a scholar, with a delicate mantle to cover her head - one of the few personal effects of the nymph's. Anywhere else, she prefers something that is easy to move in. Outside the city, Linnae will typically wear a sleeveless tunic tied at her waist, with leathers and flat sandals.

Personality:

Years of witnessing the destruction and vandalism of the Forest of the Ancients, and its precious Heart, have made Linnae wholly distrustful of all races and left her with a vehement opposition to Taitellen rule. She regards strangers with skepticism and often times an air of hostility that does not go unnoticed. To friends and allies, Linnae is actually quite relaxed and temperate in nature, although it takes time before she considers a person to be close enough to be called as such.

The Nymph is not cruel. She is guarded, cautious, and harbors feelings of disapproval not unlike those living within the larger capital cities of the five greater nations. However, it can be difficult to see past her initial persona. Once allied with Linnae, she is incredibly loyal and wants nothing more than to provide whatever assistance she can. Then - she is friendly, warm, and would do nothing short of take an ax to the arm to see her family safe.

Bio:

Linnae was born not long after the removal of the guard stones was deemed necessary, and was a young sprout of a nymph when they were removed from the innermost center of the Forest of the Ancients. She claims to have few memories of the event, blocking them out from the chaos within the communities of nymphs in the wooded areas around and within the forest. But that claim is a lie. Watching, feeling it in the dirt and in the trees, as men came and shattered the enigmatic stones. That kind of horror as the very world she knew fell apart bit by bit, those kinds of memories were impossible to forget. She could feel the effects in the years after whenever she ventured too far from the forest itself, and at first she brushed it off as nothing more than discomfort being so far from home. But the lethargy, the rumors from the far reaching isles, Linnae found it too difficult to ignore. It wasn't until almost two decades later she met a most curious man, a teacher.

He explained how he felt he had made a grave mistake in helping to remove the guard stones, and she felt inclined to believe him, but offered no help. Had less time passed, she might have held enough fury to end the man's life right then and there. Unfortunately, he was found and taken to Taitelle before he was able to carry out the vaguely detailed mission he had shared with the nymph. The then curious Linnae followed. In the years that followed she met his student, Kiernan, finding his company to be tolerable despite the city he hailed from. Linnae began to spend less time near the center of Aetheria, and more near the outskirts of the very city she hated. In time, she was introduced to Kho, and an odd friendship was formed. The rest, was history.

Magic:

❧ Subliminal - Soothing & Hypnosis
❧ Elemental - Earth

Skills:

❧ Gardening
❧ Botany
❧ Deception

Strengths:

❧ Devoted ally
❧ Attuned with nature
❧ Physically strong despite small stature

Weaknesses:

❧ Distrustful of strangers
❧ Declining health tied to the Heart of Aetheria
❧ Highly susceptible to heat and flame

Romanceable:

Sure if you want to bark up that tree...I'll be rooting for you.
Yes. The answer is yes.

Art:
Credit to SEPHITROTH ART
 

Lillian Gray

Craft Master
Original poster
DONATING MEMBER
Roleplay Invitations
Not Taking RP Invites at this Time
Posting Speed
A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week
Writing Levels
Give-No-Fucks, Advanced, Adaptable
Favorite Genres
Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Action, Magic, Sci-fi
Genre You DON'T Like
Edgelord


List of colors and things, for convenience when you're changing it all
Text Background, Button Text Color: #FFFFFF
Background Background, Primary Text Color: #040300
Highlight Text Color: #374573
Dark Button: #111522
Light Button: #1C2238

Base Font: Georgia
Actual Google Font That Displays In Text Boxes: Times New Roman
Actual Google Font That The Buttons Are: Open Sans
Title Google Font: Iceland

Conrad Dietrich von Ecsed
Grand Vampire Matra



  • Age: 27 (in rough appearance)
    Species: Vampire


    Family (all deceased):
    Elias von Ecsed - Turned, Ecsed lineage
    Nora Ackermann - wife
    Else Dietrich - mother
    Johannes Dietrich - father
    Igor Dietrich - Younger Brother
    Elsabeth Dietrich - Younger Sister
    Anne Dietrich - Younger Sister

    Appearance:
    Standing at a near perfect 6'0", Conrad tends to stand just above the crowd. He has dark features that he finds personally amusing and ironic, considering the fact that he's supposed to be a terrifying creature of the supernatural. His sharp face is handsome to most, and he knows it. Conrad tends to keep his jet black hair slicked back and out of his eyes. Bright blue in color, they tend to grow darker the longer he goes between feeding, and they always seem to have a glimmer of mischief hiding in their depths. Conrad has grown accustomed to wearing dark button up shirts with either tailored blazers or a thick sweater. His wardrobe consists of hardly any color aside from black, gray, and the occasional red or blue. It suits him best.


    Defining Features:
    His chest is marred with scars from fights dating back to the day he was turned. Some are more impressive than others. The largest is a scar on his body is a circular shaped wound in the center of his abdomen. He doesn't like to talk about it.

  • Traits:
    Conrad has spent too many years living to be as chatty as he once was, preferring to listen to the crowd rather than speak up himself. But in the right company, Conrad becomes much more sociable. He'll share a drink and a tale with anyone who has the courage to simply ask. Although he is cautious about how much personal information he divulges. Due to the relatively short nature of human lives, he enjoys weaving fake stories about his life. After all, no one has lived long enough to disprove the lies.


    His charisma and charm make him an interesting person to befriend and know, but getting there is an almost impossible challenge. Conrad has long since given up attempting to make friendly with the local human population, the exception being those humans that tip particularly well when they've had a little too much to drink at his bar. That and the myriad of experiences and situations that have brought out his distrust in others. He finds it is much easier to simply go his own way, interfering little in the lives of others over the centuries unless he finds it particularly interesting.

    To the handful he can call friends he is fiercely loyal and protective. They are his family, despite what any bloodline might say. He would give limb and life to see that no harm comes to any of the few he's chosen to call his family.

    His disinterest in the human populace made him an ideal candidate for Grand vampire almost a century earlier. It's his sharp tongue and scheming thoughts that got him into trouble with the other supernatural orders. Although not the perfect leader, he's one of the best they've had for centuries. He is orderly, organized, and isn't one to beat around the bush when it comes to serious conversation within his own order.

    Strengths:
    Composed.
    Loyal.
    Silver Tongued.
    Protective.
    Charismatic.

    Weaknesses:
    Compulsive Liar.
    Distrustful.
    Guarded.
  • Powers:
    Manipulation:

    Conrad is considered a master of the art of manipulation. Through the use of manipulation, he is able to convince another to do his bidding. The more complex the order, the more difficult the manipulation attempt is. Ordering a human to walk ten steps is considered a basic use of the skill. Ordering them to commit a crime over the span of several hours? Even Conrad would struggle with the task as it can take an incredible amount of focus. A person can be manipulated into doing something they would normally be ethically opposed, and due to this, there are consequences to those who abuse this power. For instance, if Conrad were to ever manipulate another nonhuman, he could be stripped of his titles. Manipulating the Grand Master of another Species has more severe penalties. Conrad need not touch his target to manipulate them, but it may be required the more difficult the attempt.


    Memory Alteration:
    In addition to being able to coerce someone into doing his bidding, Conrad can alter the mind in another way. He can erase or create memories at will. It is a very dangerous ability that he himself is not allowed to use except under the most extreme conditions. The practical uses often involve erasing the memories of a human who has seen supernatural activity. As an offensive ability however, it can leave an opponent confused and dazed. It is not practical for quick combat, but rather a long term ploy. Unlike manipulating, memory alteration requires a physical touch. Furthermore, Conrad is able to pull memories from someone's mind and attach them to objects. It has come in handy over the past century for supernatural trials as a means of obtaining irrefutable evidence.

    Shadow Play:
    This power has multiple intended uses. Conrad has the ability to blend in with the shadows. He can simply turn into a black mist and blend into the dark should the need ever arise where he needs to be unseen. It also acts as a convenient means of transport. As a shadow, he is able to move quickly and silently. Although not as fast as teleportation, it is comparable in efficiency. Conrad is able to carry others with him so long as they are nearby. The disadvantage to becoming a shadow is that he is still able to be sensed or even smelled by anything nearby.


    Turning:
    Every vampire has the ability to turn another into their own species. It is both a problem within the community, and a means of ensuring their survival. Conrad must justify every turning that takes place within his ranks.


    Enhanced Senses:
    All of the five natural senses, touch, taste, smell, sight, and hearing, are enhanced beyond the natural capabilities of that of a human. Their scent is not as powerful as that of a lycan, but a vampire has the unique ability to smell blood. It has distinct smells to each person, and like taste, an individual vampire has different preferences of smell than another individual vampire.


    Weapons:
    Conrad owns several pistols as a last resort in the event a confrontation with a lycan goes south. He has no inclination to use them, but he is also never seen without a 45 on his hip- if you know where to look. Conrad is careful to conceal the weapon.


    Instead, to defend himself Conrad has spent many years of his unnatural life training in hand to hand combat under different martial arts masters. He does not wield the same magical proficiency as witches or wizards, resorting to physical confrontation at a close range in order to win a fight. His fondness for knives is an advantage, but his fangs can be just as deadly.
  • The Ecsed Lineage:
    Margret von Ecsed
    Veronica von Ecsed
    Sofia von Ecsed
    Katalin von Ecsed
    Luca von Ecsed

    Other Relations:
    Elias von Ecsed
    Nora Dietrich
    Edgar Draculesti
    Eris Draculesti
 

Lillian Gray

Craft Master
Original poster
DONATING MEMBER
Roleplay Invitations
Not Taking RP Invites at this Time
Posting Speed
A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week
Writing Levels
Give-No-Fucks, Advanced, Adaptable
Favorite Genres
Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Action, Magic, Sci-fi
Genre You DON'T Like
Edgelord

Penelope Pexori
Horned | 26 | Bard
Name:

Penelope Pexori
Prudence Hawthorne

Nickname:

Penny

Race:

Horned

Age:

26

Home Territory:

Tórlinn, Wyndfel

Profession:

Bard

Description:

Often times, you'll hear Penelope strumming a tune on her worn down lyre before you ever see her face. Her melodic voice is often described as being soothing, and pleasant to one's ear. She stands tall at an even 6'0" with sharp features and a permanent smile etched onto her face. She often wears the same deep purple coat, a gift she is sincerely grateful of. Otherwise Penelope can be most often seen wearing tunics ten sizes too large, cinched with thick belts to keep her figure about her. Two horns curl horizontally away from her forehead, tips pointing towards the sky. Her skin is an ashy gray tinged with a light blue color. From head to toe she is covered in minor scrapes and burns, the most obvious she keeps under wraps around her wrists and arm for when she is performing. Penelope has thick black hair with a few interwoven braids, and two bright blue eyes.

Always at her side is a large black and gray cat named Jack.

Personality:

Penelope is good-natured at heart, an altruistic soul with the best of intentions and nothing to her name but the shirt on her back and the lyre in her hands. She'd give her last coin to a complete stranger for no better reason than because they'd asked. Although her generous nature makes many think the horned woman is a bit of a pushover, she is anything but. A girl still needs to eat, after all. Despite the open friendliness she displays, the horned woman never talks much about herself, preferring to keep her own life private.

She tends to dote on her friends at every opportunity. And to Penelope everyone is a friend as soon as she knows their name. Penelope isn't one to display weakness, and has a difficult time accepting help from others. Call it pride, she just doesn't feel comfortable taking more than she needs. Considering her personality Penelope tries not to think about the obvious hypocrisy.

Jack is the best. He's a sweet cat with so much love. Air biscuit master.

Bio:

Born in Tórlinn, Penelope Pexori was born Prudence Hawthorne to a well to do couple in support of the Empire. She spent the early years of her life in her mother's shadow, who worked the medical tents outside the larger mines and assisting those who had been injured mining or smithing. Her father was a soldier for the Taitellen Empire and his loyalty to the military was unquestionable. In time, he earned a promotion and the family was relocated to Taithros. It was during this stressful move in which Penelope first discovered her innate ability for healing. While her father was ecstatic, her mother showed signs of unease with every improvement the young girl made. At the age of fourteen, her father had her enrolled in the military to hone her abilities and support the Empire. Her mother didn't approve. Her parents constantly fought over whether or not it was appropriate for her to be enlisted at such a young age. Then, one day, her mother fell ill and within days lost her life to an unknown ailment.

It wasn't until years later Penelope finally learned the truth. In a drunken episode, her father finally admitted he had poisoned her. It was for the good of the Empire, he had said, and that she was not a true supporter of their Emperor. When Penelope discovered her father was behind her mother's death, she was devastated. The last two years of her life she'd spent in the military on her father's order and decided she had to leave at the age of sixteen. They argued, they fought, and in the end Penelope stabbed her father in his sleep and ran without looking back. Penelope isn't sure if he's alive or dead. She hardly cares.

It was on the road to nowhere she encountered Octavius and Beaumont. They were kind enough to let the starving girl travel with them, even going so far as to help her find a place in one of the many schools at Khal Miras dedicated to fine arts. It was Beaumont who encouraged her to take up the life of a bard after listening to her sing on the road. She dedicated her life to spreading joy and helping others, just as the two strangers had for her.

There are very few people in the world who know of her actual history in Taithros. Penelope tells everyone she grew up in Khal Miras and her parents died when she was young to avoid the sensitive topic, and no one has questioned her otherwise.

Magic:

❖ Restorative - Healing, Purifying

Skills:

❖ Swordplay - Being in the military, even if only for a short while, came with some perks
❖ Identification of poisons and toxins - Training in the military has given Penelope the advantage of a wider array of knowledge of common poisons and toxins
❖ A variety of musical instruments, favors the lyre - She can play many instruments but this one is her favorite and the only one she owns
❖ Cooking - The young woman enjoys learning new recipes and is an excellent on the spot chef

Strengths:

❖ Charismatic - friendly to anyone she meets and radiates confidence in her speech
❖ Purification - the branch of Restoration magic has always come naturally to Penelope
❖ Good natured - honest intentions, is always willing to go the extra mile for others

Weaknesses:

❖ Hot headed - Hot tempered and foul mouthed, can be easily set off if one can find the right sore spots
❖ Lost - Directionally challenged despite her ability to navigate difficult terrain
❖ Reckless - Emotions tend to blind Penelope from rationalization, she has little regard for the consequences

Romanceable:

Absolutely.

Art:
Credit to WingBuffet Twitter