- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- I work full time, so I'm usually not on until after 6PM EST on weekdays. (Weekends are free game though.)
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Futanari
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Urban/modern fantasy, psychological horror, fandom using OCs (no canon characters except in mentions!)
Some time before the RP starts, would it be possible for you to put links in the cast list going to everyone's bios? Since there are so many characters it would make things so much easier for everyone, I think. :o
Anyway, my character. I know I'm probably pushing a few boundaries, so let me know if something seriously doesn't fit in the world:
Name: Yerion Natelia
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 74
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Appearance: Yerion's skin is black as night, making it easy for him to blend in with the shadows. His facial features are all very slender and narrow, from his thin red eyes to his hooked nose to even the points on his teeth, which he regularly whittles into fangs. That and the blood he occasionally smears on his face are cheap intimidation tactics he uses to make up for his build -- he's short and skinny even by dark elf standards and he hates it -- and his age, which he believes is just a number other people use to label him as weak and hold him back. His arms are especially lean; he needs the strength and speed to make good use of his weapons.
Outfit: A simple cloth shirt, tight pants, and a small leather pouch hanging from a belt around his waist. All black.
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 98 lbs.
Weapons: Yerion wields a set of two medium-length blades that are worn on his wrists and extend over the back of his hands. They are primarily designed for piercing with a quick punching motion.
Skills/Abilities: Yerion does have the enhanced sight and hearing of the average elf, but he has no magical ability.
Personality: Yerion is dangerously unstable. Though he can be put in his place with a stern order or two, when left to his own devices he will immediately revert to his desire for chaos. His hubris has gotten him into trouble many times before, but his cowardice is what gets him out of the stickier situations; despite all his big talk, he values self-preservation above all else and won't hesitate to run when things look bad. The only thing that's gotten him to stick around even at his own risk is scouting work. He finds the deadly fog and the creatures therein fascinating and wants to learn all he can about them. He's easily amused as well and quickly gets attached to anyone who shares his morbid sense of humor, but annoy him even once and he'll throw it all away to start rooting for your death.
History: Before Yerion worked for the Casesion army, he was a slave to a human family that used him to do farm work. Or at least, that's how he sees it. They had found him orphaned in the gutter as a young child -- no more than thirty years old -- and took him in, without realizing he was quite happy living his street rat life. They truly did care for him, but he hated every second of it and tried to escape numerous times. Years later the house was raided by the Thieves' Guild and Yerion took the opportunity to sneak away into the night in all the confusion.
But he didn't go out on his own again this time, oh no. The thieves that attacked the home of his "captors" left quite the impression on him. So instead, he joined the guild, becoming one of their youngest members. He spent years with the group before the darkness began to encroach on neighboring kingdoms, and suddenly he was thrust into an entirely new world of heroism, working for Caesion's survival. He didn't mind the change so much when he heard he'd be doing scouting work, though. That's where the real fun is.
Strengths: Quick on his feet, good at thinking outside the box, hard to scare
Weaknesses: Easily manipulated, fickle, low defensive capability
Likes: Xenobiology (especially where blood is concerned), rare (or even raw) meat, playing pranks, riddles, intellectual jokes
Dislikes: Being restrained in any way, sweet food, spending a lot of time on a single task, being out of the loop, puns
Fears: Dying by anyone's hand but his own, being seen as weak
Family: Yerion's parents were slum-dwellers who were deep in debt. They were killed long ago by loan sharks looking for real payment. He has no siblings.
Home Town/Country: Yerion was originally born in the kingdom of Uclain, just beyond Caesion and as-of-yet untouched by the darkness. He ran away to Caesion a long time ago, though, and has no interest in going back.
Military Status: Ebon Wings
Ranking: Elite
Anyway, my character. I know I'm probably pushing a few boundaries, so let me know if something seriously doesn't fit in the world:
Name: Yerion Natelia
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 74
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Appearance: Yerion's skin is black as night, making it easy for him to blend in with the shadows. His facial features are all very slender and narrow, from his thin red eyes to his hooked nose to even the points on his teeth, which he regularly whittles into fangs. That and the blood he occasionally smears on his face are cheap intimidation tactics he uses to make up for his build -- he's short and skinny even by dark elf standards and he hates it -- and his age, which he believes is just a number other people use to label him as weak and hold him back. His arms are especially lean; he needs the strength and speed to make good use of his weapons.
Outfit: A simple cloth shirt, tight pants, and a small leather pouch hanging from a belt around his waist. All black.
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 98 lbs.
Weapons: Yerion wields a set of two medium-length blades that are worn on his wrists and extend over the back of his hands. They are primarily designed for piercing with a quick punching motion.
Skills/Abilities: Yerion does have the enhanced sight and hearing of the average elf, but he has no magical ability.
Personality: Yerion is dangerously unstable. Though he can be put in his place with a stern order or two, when left to his own devices he will immediately revert to his desire for chaos. His hubris has gotten him into trouble many times before, but his cowardice is what gets him out of the stickier situations; despite all his big talk, he values self-preservation above all else and won't hesitate to run when things look bad. The only thing that's gotten him to stick around even at his own risk is scouting work. He finds the deadly fog and the creatures therein fascinating and wants to learn all he can about them. He's easily amused as well and quickly gets attached to anyone who shares his morbid sense of humor, but annoy him even once and he'll throw it all away to start rooting for your death.
History: Before Yerion worked for the Casesion army, he was a slave to a human family that used him to do farm work. Or at least, that's how he sees it. They had found him orphaned in the gutter as a young child -- no more than thirty years old -- and took him in, without realizing he was quite happy living his street rat life. They truly did care for him, but he hated every second of it and tried to escape numerous times. Years later the house was raided by the Thieves' Guild and Yerion took the opportunity to sneak away into the night in all the confusion.
But he didn't go out on his own again this time, oh no. The thieves that attacked the home of his "captors" left quite the impression on him. So instead, he joined the guild, becoming one of their youngest members. He spent years with the group before the darkness began to encroach on neighboring kingdoms, and suddenly he was thrust into an entirely new world of heroism, working for Caesion's survival. He didn't mind the change so much when he heard he'd be doing scouting work, though. That's where the real fun is.
Strengths: Quick on his feet, good at thinking outside the box, hard to scare
Weaknesses: Easily manipulated, fickle, low defensive capability
Likes: Xenobiology (especially where blood is concerned), rare (or even raw) meat, playing pranks, riddles, intellectual jokes
Dislikes: Being restrained in any way, sweet food, spending a lot of time on a single task, being out of the loop, puns
Fears: Dying by anyone's hand but his own, being seen as weak
Family: Yerion's parents were slum-dwellers who were deep in debt. They were killed long ago by loan sharks looking for real payment. He has no siblings.
Home Town/Country: Yerion was originally born in the kingdom of Uclain, just beyond Caesion and as-of-yet untouched by the darkness. He ran away to Caesion a long time ago, though, and has no interest in going back.
Military Status: Ebon Wings
Ranking: Elite