The Irrines Tavern--A Story of One Night

Discussion in 'ROLEPLAY GRAVEYARD' started by Xindaris, Nov 24, 2009.

  1. "I don't want them involve."
     
  2. --Human--
    Name: Naomi Whiteheart
    Nickname/Names: Nay.
    Age: 14
    Image of self:
    Year of school: 9
    Seat number(1-20): 13
    Relationships: None
    Chuunibyou: Suffering
    Personality: Sweet, innocent, kind, very curious, easily upset, a bit of a weirdo.
    Your story up to now: Naomi prefers to look at the positives of things, although when feeling negative emotions she goes into a completely depressed and disgusted state. When she was five, her parents dropped her off at her Aunt Chocolate’s house to be looked after her as they were going on a holiday, however Naomi was unable to come due to her age at the time. They had a car accident on the way home and were both tragically killed. Chocolate took Naomi to the scene where a new inexperienced Officer made the mistake of showing Naomi her parent’s mangled bodies. Nay has lived with Chocolate since. Naomi’s personality probably developed how it did because of this, and to prevent herself from getting hurt she distances herself away from relationships and people, and daydreams. Sometimes she needs to take medication to calm her down (when she gets in depressed states), though only close friends and teachers know this.
    Likes: Lollies, cute things, plushies, anime, cute outfits and magical things.
    Dislikes: Spicy things, rude people, people who annoy her, bad songs, swearing (though she approves in dire situations) and most of all creepy crawlies.
    Outfits (1-3):

    1. Black boots, Black OTK stockings, Short light blue shorts, white and black striped shirt and an emerald necklace handed down to her from her mother.
    2. White dress with pink lace bordering the long sleeves and bottom, black high heels.
    3. Black Doctor Martins, black OTK stockings, light blue frilly skirt and a long sleeved light pink shirt with slightly darker polka dots covering it evenly and lace at the bottom.

    Other: Aunt Chocolate’s real name is Mary Fujeynika, but she prefers to be called Chocolate since its ‘cuter’. Naomi’s fa

    **Magical**
    Magical Name: Mage of mercy
    Magical Nickname/Names: Black Rabbit, Bee
    Magic Age: 613
    Image Self: (Black Rabbit from Pandora hearts).
    Side: Neither
    Natural Magic: Earth, water.
    Learned magic: Fire, air, summoning, control.
    Magic Weapon(s): Scythe and a Black Rabbit she can summon to do her bidding (hence the nickname).
    What used as weapon(s): Random objects if she has nothing else to use.
    Magic Relationships: Her rabbit Bun (in real life her favourite plushie), is the only magical friend she has so far.
    Personality: Fiery, easily annoyed, very smart, cunning and merciful, loves all creatures except creepy crawlies.







    Hope this is okay? Lemme know if not and I'll try my best to edit. Thx ;P
    ~B
     
  3. That's not right, it posted like three times...? Lolol, sorry
     
  4. Poor Lily...that sure is a bit awkward.
     
  5. "You sound like mother."
     
  6. "Let's go out."
     
  7. I think you can buy GoT seasons on DVD. That might be how I end up watching the series when I get around to it. Kind of wish I could.
     
  8. "Would you like to?"
     
  9. Name: Frederick DeVil
    Appearance: He wears a brown leather traveller's coat and a wide-brimmed hat to cover his face. He also has a faded blue scarf over his mouth and nose. He's 40, though he sports premature wrinkles. Beneath the scarf a few charms can be seen dangling from his neck. He has black leather gloves with polished metal knuckles. Charms seem to hang from his wrists, too. He has a dark purple tattoo over his right eye and a charm pierced in his ear.
    Kind: Human
    Position: A table in the right corner of the tavern, leaning against the entrance wall. His leather boots are up on top of the table and his arms are folded over his chest. No one is sitting by him, his presence forbidding it.
    Why are you here?: "...I'm looking for someone. He'll be here soon and I'll take him off your hands. Do me a favor? Things get hecktic, stay out of my way."
     
  10. I havent seen any women sign up. Should I try my hand at this one? I have an idea for a great character, but will wait to get approval first. Still working on her traits so I'll post her once she is done.
     
  11. Sorry I took so long to respond to this again...
    -Quiet one, Frederick is good.
    -Inky, I eagerly await to see your character.

    -I will try and get my character up quite soon.
     
  12. Name: Inuseira (ee-noo-sey-(d)a)
    Appearance: Inuseira can take two forms, as well as those between. She can take the form of a wolf with dark brown, white-spotted fur, or that of a young-adult woman evidently wearing the pelt of said wolf. Her most humanoid form still retains certain wolf-like qualities, such as sharp teeth and long ears, and is shorter than average--equal to the length of her wolf form. Her eyes are a deep yellow, which may be mistaken for brown from a distance. Though she is a few centuries old, Inuseira's human form appears to be in its mid-twenties. She is not particularly alluring, but nor is she ugly; she is strong, but retains a kind of elegance. Her hair, the same coloration as the fur, without spots, just barely reaches her shoulders.
    Kind: Inuseira is of the Narteal, sometimes called wolf gods, though their power is roughly that of nymphs or dryads. They act as protectors of most kinds of canines, and are respected and obeyed by them as the 'high alphas' for it. Their natural form looks like any other wolf; they are capable of a more human guise, and are able to use a small amount of elemental magic, but this is the extent of their actual power.
    Position: Curled up on the rug in wolf form, not far from the fire, eyes closed but not asleep.
    What are you doing here? I need a break. I have been looking for the answer to an important question that has arisen among my kind...the Narteal specifically. This place stinks less than the others, I was not refused here as with some places, and there are a number of risks to resting outside. And there are rumors that a wizard who may hold my answer is coming to this town soon, so I cannot leave it yet.
     
  13. I've been thinking about making another character for this. Someone for my first character to be after, since we don't yet know what else would happen that night.
     
  14. If this thing gets enough people to get off the ground, I'll gladly fill any "holes" with plot-convenient NPCs...but you're allowed to make the other person if you want.
     
  15. Name: Laurence Emerson
    Appearance: He's 32 but looks to be in his mid-twenties. His hair is knotted up in itself and hasn't had a decent trim in months. His clothes look like they were once of a high nobility, but are now so filthy and disheveled that the fine satin can hardly be recognized. He has wide grey eyes and three different brown coin bags around his belt.
    Kind: Human
    Position: Sitting on the stool in the corner section of the bar, where it's two halves meet. He's slumped over his drink, trying to make himself as small and unnoticable as possible, but he can't help nervously darting his head around the room. Jumps at the slightest sound.
    What are you doing here? "Wha-?! Uh, nothing, nothing! I'm j-just having a drink. Making f-full use of the b-bar. Hey, w-who's t-the guy in the corner? He's making me n-nervous."<!-- / message -->
     
  16. Hey!
    Sorry for ignoring this one...for...quite awhile. I'd like to bring it to fruition soon.
    Laurence Emerson is good.
     
  17. Sure. Just say when: I've been kinda bored.
     
  18. Name: Arria Galbraith
    Appearance: She's 28 with blonde hair about 3 inches past her shoulders, blue eyes and high cheekbones. Her siren attributes make her thin and fair skinned, and she wears a dark brown cloak over her clothes with the hood up if she's outside.
    Arria
    Kind: Part siren, part human.
    Position: Sitting at the table directly left of the entry door with her back to the bar and shoulder to the stage.
    What are you doing here? I just need a warm place to stay for the night, and then I'll be out of your hair. I'm busy looking for the one person who can answer my questions, but the nights are getting colder, and much more dangerous for someone like me to be out. Although my quest seems like a hopeless waste of time I'm determind, and who knows, I might even find a friend on the way.
     
  19. Dude... this is an awesome idea.

    I'll see what I can cook up.
     
  20. Arria is good. Hope to hear from you soon, Grumpy.