Profiles and assorted nonsense
Hi there. If you are interested in roleplaying with me, feel free to browse the profiles below and maybe we can find something fun to do~! Public or private rp is fine by me. I particularly enjoy hard choices, bitter endings and horror themes (angsty bs lol), but I'd be willing to try pretty much any theme once wink I write exclusively in third person past tense and would prefer the same from any partner, just in case that is some sort of deal breaker lolNote about the below profiles - I have background info in there for my own reference, but I'd say it would be preferable to skip those sections. It can be more interesting for that to be revealed naturally, but the info is there if you want it!
Also, concrit is welcomed, whether in terms of my roleplaying or writing. On a similar token if you would like some concrit for your writing just hmu. I'm no expert, but one way I can help myself improve is through doing crits! :q
Short(ish) RPC Profiles:
Wilton Albrecht ~ Anxious Chemist
My first OC and my fave :0
A few personality traits: Wilton suffers from anxiety and a dash of paranoia. His extensive scientific background makes him skeptical of many magical claims. Generally tries to avoid conflict and save his own skin. Wilton is not typically affectionate or physical. Spends a lot of time on his own, and does get a bit lonely sometimes.
Age: Apparently in his 30's
Gender: Male
Species: Human turned some ~mysterious~ form of undead
Sexual orientation: Asexual
Romantic orientation: He is not certain
Occupation: Potion-brewing and organic chemistry expert
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 115 lb
Politics: Vague progressive socialism
Alignment: Neutral to Neutral Good
Abilities and Other Strangeness: Well, he's definitely undead, which may or may not be obvious to certain characters. Without the ability to detect undead or similar he just seems like he's in poor health.
Quote: “If I may say so myself, my style of brewing is a rather, uh, delicate science. Traditional brewing is a bit more... haphazard, but my techniques are more akin to modern organic chemistry. A skilled hand and a large base of background knowledge are required for the, uh, the best results.”
Appearance and other impressions:
Wilton Albrecht stood only about five and a half feet tall. He had apparently aged into his early thirties, and was remarkably thin. His short, dark hair was kept neat, combed over to the left with not a single hair out of place. Wilton's pale brown eyes were partially obscured behind a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. His neutral expression was set into a worried frown. Wilton's plain face was always clean shaven, never showing a hint of stubble. He had a small nose and thin lips, and was not particularly attractive or unattractive. His skin was pale, even a bit jaundiced.
Wilton's attire typically consisted of a crisp white dress shirt and plain black tie paired with dark slacks and leather shoes, lending him a stodgy air. While Wilton wasn't a very attractive person, he at least tried to keep himself presentable and professional. The scrawny man's voice was thin and he spoke in fits and starts. Wilton smelled faintly of musty books, old leather and organic solvents.
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Other facts:
Wilton is some variation of undead.
If your hearing is sensitive enough, you might notice that his heartbeat is unnaturally slow.
An unassuming silver bracelet dangles from his left wrist, the unbroken circle of metal too small to slip over his hand. Despite its plain appearance, this bracelet is clearly a magical or enchanted object of some description.
Some art provided by the lovely Lady Sprity below the cut emotion_kirakira :
Some crudy pixel art by yours truly (warning: bad)
Wilton's attire typically consisted of a crisp white dress shirt and plain black tie paired with dark slacks and leather shoes, lending him a stodgy air. While Wilton wasn't a very attractive person, he at least tried to keep himself presentable and professional. The scrawny man's voice was thin and he spoke in fits and starts. Wilton smelled faintly of musty books, old leather and organic solvents.
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Other facts:
Wilton is some variation of undead.
If your hearing is sensitive enough, you might notice that his heartbeat is unnaturally slow.
An unassuming silver bracelet dangles from his left wrist, the unbroken circle of metal too small to slip over his hand. Despite its plain appearance, this bracelet is clearly a magical or enchanted object of some description.
Some art provided by the lovely Lady Sprity below the cut emotion_kirakira :
Some crudy pixel art by yours truly (warning: bad)
Fun facts: Collects bizarre VHS and cassette tapes, has eclectic taste in music, knows how to do simple laboratory glass blowing.
Brief Background Info:
Wilton had an unremarkable middle class childhood and a friendly but ultimately distant relationship with his parents. Wilton was an only child. He obtained a BS & phD in chemistry while simultaneously studying the esoteric aspects of potion brewing under the tutelage his now-deceased mentor, Edith Carmelo. Their close relationship and his mentor's compassionate, charitable demeanor had a profound effect on Wilton, eventually precipitating a change in his politics from vague libertarianism to something more like socialism, though this change did not happen until after her death.
For about five years Wilton worked for a less than reputable organization which trafficked in illicit magical goods. These goods included potions which he brewed, some of which were more ethically dubious than others. He also acquired some debt from this organization before wising up and taking his talents elsewhere. Wilton left the organization not long after his mentor's death. It was also around this time that he became undead. His former employer was not pleased by his sudden departure, and they are currently trying to force him to come back and work for them. have given up winning back Wilton due to a confluence of circumstances. He has presently found employment elsewhere.
For about five years Wilton worked for a less than reputable organization which trafficked in illicit magical goods. These goods included potions which he brewed, some of which were more ethically dubious than others. He also acquired some debt from this organization before wising up and taking his talents elsewhere. Wilton left the organization not long after his mentor's death. It was also around this time that he became undead. His former employer was not pleased by his sudden departure, and they are currently trying to force him to come back and work for them. have given up winning back Wilton due to a confluence of circumstances. He has presently found employment elsewhere.
Song:
Divided Sky Lane - The Mountain Goats
Established Relationships:
Played by me, unless marked with *
Former employee at the aforementioned crime ring, headed primarily by Aran Mirthe with support from Francis LaPointe.
Current bodyguard, Ramon Salazaar.
Mentor, Edith Carmello, (deceased) as well as Edith's daughter and granddaughter.
Friends with the gregarious Natalie Pierce*
Slightly strained friendship with Babmi Ife*
Employed by Zy-Tech industries under John Zephyr*
Scientific collaboration with Anton Aicher*
Potential Relationships (if you are reading this and are interested...):
Former co-workers.
Clients, long term or single order.
Student / protege.
Someone who really hates undead and wants to mess with him.
He could always use more friends, if y'all are into anxious weirdos.
Ramon Salazar~Stoic Bodyguard
A Few Personality Traits: Ramon almost never shows emotion. His demeanor can be oppressively professional and serious even around friends and family. He only speaks when he feels like has something worth saying, and if he does speak up Ramon is typically rather blunt about his opinions. He has a bit of a patriarchal streak and can be cynical. His first and only priority is keeping what remains of his family safe and cared for, and he has few friends. Note: Ramon isn't stoic by force of will alone, he takes a drug to keep his emotions under control for reasons explained below.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, though celibate
Romantic Orientation: Heteroromantic
Current status: Single
Occupation: Bodyguard
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 175 lb
Politics: Formerly a radical leftist, currently disenfranchised with politics.
Alignment: True Neutral
Abilities and Other Strangeness: He has something I decided to call sightjacking, see the background section for an explanation. I can provide more details if you are curious, cause I spend way too much time thinking about how this kinda junk works!
Quote: “I understand that this is a dangerous situation and that the lives of many people are in danger. Rushing in without thought and planning only makes things harder. Nevertheless, I apologize if I overstepped my bounds. I should have realized that you were not thinking rationally.”
Appearance and other impressions:
A dark-skinned man of average height, Ramon Salazar appeared to be in his late twenties. His dark wavy hair was short, but just long enough to show its curl, and his face typically sported a bit of stubble. Ramon's face was always set into an unreadable, emotionless mask, as if his expression had been carved from stone and stuck that way since his birth. His facial features were strong but otherwise unremarkable, excepting that his skin was dotted here and there with pockmarks. His build was athletic and compact, his movements efficient and confident. Ramon wore a plain v-neck tee shirt, comfortably loose pants, worn sneakers and field jacket, all of which were black. The only color in his outfit came from a few woven bracelets peeking out from under the sleeve of his jacket, and the dubious color schemes employed in the bands might lead one to conclude that they had been crafted by a child. A small silhouette of a dove was tattooed on the inside of his left forearm near the elbow, though the ink was starting to fade.
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Other: There doesn't seem to be anything overtly supernatural about Ramon.
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Other: There doesn't seem to be anything overtly supernatural about Ramon.
Fun facts: Metalhead, does the crossword puzzle every day and is an excellent swimmer. Can read lips.
Brief Background Info:
Ramon Salazaar grew up in a poor, war torn country. In his adolescence, it was subjected to a violent coup by outside forces. It was around puberty that Ramon discovered that he had an ability he would start calling 'sightjacking'. This ability allowed him to he see through other people's eyes. At the beginning, this would happen only when he was intensely emotional and someone nearby was experiencing similarly intense feelings. As time went on, he had to learn to control his emotions carefully, lest he be constantly bombarded with disorienting and often unpleasant visions. In time he was able to sightjack people without an emotional synchronization, but only if he had spent a sufficient amount of time around them.
Due to the coup, Ramon ended up seeing a lot of nasty, violent things, both through sightjacking and otherwise. A lot of people in his family died or disappeared. He started fighting with a resistance movement in his late teens and learned brazilian jiu jistu, muay thai and boxing, as well as how to handle guns and knives. After nearly a decade of fighting, he concluded that there was no way for the resistance to win and fled the country with the only remaining family members that were willing to come with him. Witnessing the failure of the resistance and other horrors made him a cynic. Ramon eventually found a job as a bodyguard, something which his unique skill is quite useful for. He prioritizes caring for his remaining family over anything else.
Due to the coup, Ramon ended up seeing a lot of nasty, violent things, both through sightjacking and otherwise. A lot of people in his family died or disappeared. He started fighting with a resistance movement in his late teens and learned brazilian jiu jistu, muay thai and boxing, as well as how to handle guns and knives. After nearly a decade of fighting, he concluded that there was no way for the resistance to win and fled the country with the only remaining family members that were willing to come with him. Witnessing the failure of the resistance and other horrors made him a cynic. Ramon eventually found a job as a bodyguard, something which his unique skill is quite useful for. He prioritizes caring for his remaining family over anything else.
Established Relationships:
Played my me, unless marked with *
Presently employed by Anton Aicher* as a bodyguard and for general security needs.
His current charge is Wilton Albrecht, above.
His family, Nataniel, Rina and Erica Salazar (cousin, sister and grandmother, respectively.)
Potential Relationships:
Friends and romantic entanglements, though his distant nature would complicate this.
Other than that... I'm not sure!
Song or songs that remind me of them:
Starless - King Crimson
Aran Mirthe~Confident Criminal
A Few Personality Traits: Mirthe is manipulative, selfish, arrogant, and entitled. They have no compunction with throwing others under the bus for their own gain. They can be sadistic, even a little masochistic from time to time, and are ultimately a hedonist. Presently, due to a confluence of circumstances, they are trying to be less of a p***k, somewhat successfully. They think they earned everything they have even though most if it was handed to them on a silver platter. They can be quite controlling, especially if they feel invested in someone.
Age: Appears to be about 45
Gender: Androgynous (prefers they/them/their singular pronouns)
Species: Human
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual, polyamorous
Romantic Orientation: Panromantic
Current status: Open relationship
Occupation: Trafficker of illegal or otherwise questionable magical goods, loan shark, potion hawker, hotel owner
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 155 lb
Politics: Free market, Randian style libertarian, but socially progressive
Alignment: Somewhere between Chaotic and Neutral Evil
Abilities and Other Strangeness: Has the ability to delete memories. There are a lot of restrictions and it's not perfect. Details can be provided if y'all are curious, cause I think about this too much.
Quote: “People like me don't go to jail. We pay tidy little fines, tip our heads demurely and apologize, leaving the public assured that we have learned our lesson, then move on with our lives.”
Appearance and other impressions
Aran Mirthe stood nearly six feet tall, with dark skin and slender limbs. They appeared to be in their late forties, given that their face was subtly creased with laugh lines and crow's feet. Their dark brown eyes were partially obscured by pair of black rectangular eyeglasses. Their silver-grey hair was kept cropped close to their skull in a trendy style, and their facial features were a pleasing blend of masculine and feminine qualities. The rest of Mirthe's features were just as androgynous as their face. They typically wore bespoke suits with only a few accessories, flirting with ostentation. Simple black gloves always covered their hands. Despite their age, they moved gracefully and confidently. They smell subtly of jasmine and cigarette smoke. Mirthe's voice was usually silvery and pleasant on the ears, the result of a lifetime of practice manipulating words.
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Other: Anyone with the appropriate sensitivity might notice that their hands are enveloped in barely detectable magic, and that some of their jewelry seems enchanted.
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With short hair and with longer hair
and with longer hairOther: Anyone with the appropriate sensitivity might notice that their hands are enveloped in barely detectable magic, and that some of their jewelry seems enchanted.
Fun facts: Allergic to peanuts, can't swim, is a capable ballroom dancer and a lip reader. Atheist. Runs an ostensibly anonymous blog where they write flowery posts about their experiences restoring and driving their many expensive and rare sports cars. This consists of hopelessly pretentious posts about their driving experiences, artsy (some might say pornographic) photos of their cars, and the occasional candid post about issues with repairs paired with even more photos.
Brief Background Info:
Aran Mirthe was born with a silver spoon in their mouth and has lead a life almost entirely free of want. Living such a life meant that there were rarely any serious consequences for their actions, no matter how egregious. Thus, Aran is quite arrogant, entitled and even childish at times. They inherited the upscale, profitable Bell & Cobalt Hotel business from their father, which they eventually began using as a cover for illicit dealings. Owing to the nature of their business, they have access to a wide variety of magical artifacts. Their parents have died and they have a close relationship with their sister Anya, who is a widow with two grown children. Aran provides their sister and her family with generous monetary support. They keep their illicit dealings hidden from Anya and her kids, and Anya doesn't insist on knowing. In all likelihood, Anya, her children and Myeong are the only people aside from themselves that Aran genuinely cares about.
Established Relationships:
Played by me, unless marked with *
Their business partner and co-owner of the hotel and crime ring, Francis LaPointe.
Their bodyguard Myeong Xun
A former employee, Wilton Albrecht
Has a contract with John Zephyr*
Hateship with Natalie Pierce* (like a friendship, but with hate)
Potential Relationships
Employees/lackeys
Potential or established business associates
Rivals in the magical goods business
Reporters or authorities interested of mucking up their business
Songs that make me think of them:
"You know you could be anyone, god forgive my tasteless tongue." - Despite What You've Been Told - Two Gallants -
"I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam, and no one in her right mind would make my home her home," - Autoclave - The Mountain Goats
Myeong Xun~Friendly Bruiser
A few personality traits: Myeong is an optimist, a friendly man who would gladly strike up a conversation with anyone that would put with him long enough. He is enthusiastic about almost everything and prone to goofing off. When he becomes close with someone, Myeong is loyal to a fault. He loves boxing, grapping and mma and sometimes starts fights for fun.
Age: Apparently in his 20's
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Sexual orientation: Pansexual
Romantic orientation: Panoromantic
Current status: In an open relationship
Occupation: Bodyguard working for Aran Mirthe's organization
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 170 lb
Politics: Apolitical, vaguely libertarian
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Abilities or Other Strangeness: None, Myeong is just a normal human!
Quote: “The blood? Oh, it's nothin' really, just an occupational hazard! Being back to work has been good for me, though, I think. Keeps my mind offa things, ya know? Gets the blood pumpin' again.”
Appearance and other impressions:
Myeong Xun was a tall, well-built man of East Asian descent who looked to be in his mid twenties. His well-proportioned face was completely free of stubble. His dark, shoulder-length hair was pulled into a bun, revealing that the sides and back of his hair had been shaved close to the skull. A thin scar extended from the top of his left ear down his face, ending at his jawline. Myeong wore a black hoodie with a white tee shirt underneath and a pair of fitted sweatpants. The outfit was completed by a pair of gray sneakers that were nearly in tatters. Myeong also wore a warm smile and radiated conviviality. He smelled faintly of tobacco smoke and dried sweat.
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Fun facts: Likes pro wrestling even though he knows its fake. Dabbles in baking, but isn't very good. His favorite food is hamburgers. Drives a pickup truck and likes really, really terrible buttrock.
Brief Background:
Myeong was DFAB and grew up in a working class family. His father worked construction and his mother died when he was young, so he was raised primarily by his maternal grandparents as well as his father. Myeong started working as soon as he was legally able, and has no education beyond high school. He used all of his spare cash to pay for boxing lessons. Myeong was picked up by someone from Aran Mirthe's organization after winning a bar brawl with aplomb. Due to the fact that they were basically willing to compensate him very well for fighting, Myeong agreed to work for Mirthe, who also funded his transition. Myeong's father disapproved of both his employment and his transition, and stopped speaking to him. His father recently died. Myeong lives with Mirthe.
Established Relationships:
Played by me, unless marked with *
Employed by Aran Mirthe, also in an open relationship with Aran Mirthe
Buddies with the bug man Rehar
Friends with Natalie Pierce*
Presently attempting to ghost Gabrielle Dufort*
Potential Relationships:
Drinking buddy and/or sparring partner
Co-workers, friends
Romantic entanglements
Songs that make me think of him:
Deadly Premonition OST - Life is Beautiful
"And I will throw you across my shoulders
And I will bleed and I will drool
And the cameras will slow pan across my face
And I will try to say something cool"
Last Man on Earth - Mountain Goats
"Gimme a long kiss goodbye, hold your heart
And be sure and tell 'em all just why I shot him
Don't ever let 'em catch you cryin'!"
Attila Ambrus - Astronautalis
Jacob Horne~Cursed Softie
A few personality traits: Jacob can be placating and kind to a fault. He is prone to fits of depression and his moods tend to swing, he suffers from PTSD relating to an incident with a cult he barely survived. Despite this, he is pretty down to earth. He's the type to fall in and out of love easily. He isn't religious but feels a vague spiritual connection with nature. Recently blinded.
Age: Apparently in his mid twenties
Gender: Male
Species: Plain ole human
Romantic orientation: Bi/panromantic
Sexual orientation: Bi/pansexual
Occupation: Helps out at a local church that serves as a shelter
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 140 lb
Politics: Vaguely liberal, but mostly apolitical
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Abilities and Other Strangeness: Blind due to pact with shadow creatures. Those with the appropriate sensitivities might notice that he has been contaminated by some sort of black magic thanks to the above, which was ultimately the result of a run-in with a cult.
Appearance and other impressions:
Jacob Horne was about six and a half feet tall and appeared to be in his late twenties, though the tired expression he wore would seem more at home on the face of a man in his twilight years. He was thin and gangly; his pale skin gave the impression of being stretched just a bit too tight over his bones. His pale blue eyes were set into a long, thin face. Jacob's blonde hair was unkempt: the short, thick strands piled carelessly atop his head were sticking out in random directions here and there when not covered by a hat.
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Fun facts: Enjoys fishing, camping, backpacking and hiking. A decent guitar player and middling singer, he will perform for small groups with a bit of convincing. He's a good cook, but his kitchen has to be kept in perfect order in order for him to work effectively.
Brief Background Info:
Jacob was a pretty normal fellow who lived in a suburb. He made quite a few friends growing up due to a friendly attitude, but not many of them were close. As an adult, he was a waiter who busked on the side to supplement his meager income. He was still living with his parents even in his mid twenties ,and had no college education. He was/is a pretty decent guitar player and singer, but he is generally pretty unmotivated. He was brought to Gaia by a quirk in space time, nothing intentional. He just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Unfortunately, he also happened to get picked by the cult of the Order of the Five Monoliths as a sacrifice. He escaped that fate. The cult was defeated with help from Natalie Pierce, but not without a girl named Angelica getting hurt in the crossfire. Jacob previously worked and stayed at a shelter run by Angelica, but now lives at the church that help him seal his pact with the shadow creatures.
Established Relationships:
Played by me, unless marked with*
Friends with Natalie Pierce*
Previously employed at Angelica's homeless shelter as a cook*
Currently volunteering at an unrelated church shelter
Potential Relationships:
Just stuff like friends and romantic entanglements
Songs that make me think of him:
Que sera sera, Doris Day
"ghosts and clouds and nameless things / squint your eyes and hope real hard / maybe sprout wings"
Maybe Sprout Wings - The Mountain Goats
Francis LaPointe~Haughty Businessman
A few personality traits: Francis is a stuck-up and formal man, the product of a stunningly privileged upbringing. He is generally polite and composed, but often condescends to people unwittingly. He can be quite judgmental. Perhaps because of his life of privilege, he thinks he is entitled to as much wealth as he can gather.
Age: 45
Gender: Male
SpeciesHuman
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Romantic orientation: Heteroromantic
Occupation: Hotel owner, accountant, money launderer
Height: 4'6'"
Weight: 120 lb
Politics: Free market capitalist, libertarian
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Abilities and Other Strangeness: He can sense enchanted/magical items, but can't tell exactly what they do.
Appearance and other impressions:
Francis LaPointe stood at a mere four and a half feet tall, a pudgy man of about forty-five years who definitely looked his age. His appearance was a bit unfortunate: his pale blue eyes were too deeply set into his face, nose a bit too large, lips a bit too thin, skin a bit too pale. Just about the only thing he had in his favor was a perfectly styled pompadour of silky, platinum blonde hair. Francis wore a immaculate cobalt blue suit accompanied by a black bow tie. Frowning constantly, he radiated a haughty sense of superiority, and somehow managed to look down his nose at most people despite his height. He smelled like expensive cologne, applied sparingly, with an undertone of baby powder.
Fun facts: Likes symphonies, fine dining, wine and other stereotypical bougie pursuits owing to his upbringing. Francis owns a yacht but can't sail it himself. He is a ballroom dancer and competent bassoonist. Often acts as a sommellier at the hotel restaurant out of sheer love for wine.
Brief Background:
Francis was raised in a notably rich family. Aran and Francis's family were on good terms with each other, often engaging in bougie richguy pursuits together. Francis attained degrees in both business and law from well-respected institutions. He is married to Claudine LaPointe and has two children, Florine and Isabelle, as well as an adopted son, Hugo. Francis was brought on at the Bell & Cobalt a few years after the business was handed over to Aran Mirthe. He handles the money laundering and the actual details of running a hotel. He is a well-known philanthropist and the public face of the hotel when one is needed.
Established Relationships:
Aran Mirthe's business partner.
I don't have much worked out for his family, beyond names and a few basics.
I thought maybe Hugo would be a weird punk and have run off somewhere to live in a squat but that's it.
Potential Relationships(if you feel so inclined..): Same as Aran Mirthe's.
Hawthorne ~ Travelling Monk
A few personality traits: Stoic, can be a bit dramatic, adheres to a strict moral code. Polite but not friendly, tries to help those in need but sometimes has a hard time picking a side.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Species: Half water elemental, half human
Sexual orientation: Celibate
Occupation: Monk, currently on a pilgrimage
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 130 lb
Politics: Doesn't really care
Alignment: Neutral Good
Abilities and Other Strangeness: Can breathe underwater. Crude control of small amounts of water but hasn't trained this. Knows grappling from practice at the monastery.
Appearance and other impressions:
The most striking thing about Hawthorne were the dark blue and black monk's robes she wore. She was short, standing five foot nothing, and it was hard to tell what kind of physique she had hidden underneath her clothing. Hawthorne's head and brows were kept shaved, as per monastic tradition, but a bit of bright red stubble was sometimes evident on her head. Her skin was pale with a blue-grey tinge to it, and in the right light it almost seemed to shimmer. Her eyes were a cold steel grey, and her otherwise unremarkable facial features were set into a flat expression. There was a string of pewter and aquamarine prayer beads wrapped around one of her forearms. Hawthorne wore no makeup, nor any further adornments. She carried a traveler's backpack and a simple wooden walking stick.
Fun facts: She has a hah taew tattooed on her left shoulder, which was done with bamboo and very painful. Completely unfamiliar with modern life. Afraid of large lizards and lizard like things, and very sensitive to smells.
Brief Background Info:
Hawthorne's mother dropped her off at a high mountain monastery when she was only two years old. Hawthorne does not remember her mother or father, and was raised by the monks. She was officially initiated into the order at age twenty. She has never lived outside the monastery, and her only contact with outsiders came in the form of local visitors to the temple. The head priest send her on a pilgrimage to learn about the world, as is traditional for monks.
Hawthorne's moral code
1. Do not kill.
2. Do not steal.
3. Do not lie.
4. Do not have sexual relations.
5. Do not swear at or disrespect others.
6. Do not consume alcohol
7. Do not partake in evil deeds. Avoid all contact with such happenings whenever possible.
8. Do not consume meat or animal products
9. Do not sing, dance, or play music.
10. Do not wear jewelry or makeup
11. Do not sleep in beds or other nice places.
12. Do not accept money
"John Doe"~Vagrant Deer
A few personality traits: A bit judgmental, "John" has sense of superiority about his vagrant lifestyle. He's cynical, sarcastic, and loyal if you can manage get on his good side. He is fairly chill most of the time, but has a special hatred for authority figures and people he perceives as telling others how to live. Has an appreciation for both natural living and city living.
Age: Apparently late teens
Gender: Genderqueer
Species: Anthropomorphic deer
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Romantic Orientation: Panromantic
Current status: Single
Occupation: Jobless, homeless squatter
Height: 5'4" without antlers, 5'10" with antlers
Weight: 150 lb
Politics: Progressive, leans anarchist, but not well-educated
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Abilities and other strangeness: Pretty strong for his size, and he can run remarkably fast.
Appearance and other impressions:
"John Doe" was a five and a half foot tall bipedal deer-man covered in reddish-brown fur. The shape of his head did not diverge significantly from a that of a normal deer: his muzzle was only slightly shorter than expected and still tipped with a wet, black nose. His eyes were a very dark brown, practically black, and perhaps a bit too big for his face. Small antlers and large, swiveling ears sprouted from his head. The creature's arms were longer than those of a a typical human, lending extra strangeness to his appearance. His three fingered hands were tipped in thick, black nails, resembling hooves. The animal's legs appeared no different from those of a typical deer except in thickness, and as such he wore no shoes. He was, however, wearing what appeared to be a loose-fitting, dark-colored dress whose ragged hem fell just below his knees. Over the dress were layered an unbuttoned flannel shirt, a bomber jacket and a knotted scarf, all of which were old and dirty enough that any coloration and pattering had been lost. Given the length of his arms, the sleeves of his clothing only reached the middle of his forearms. He carried a small children's backpack on his shoulders, which was decorated with faded cartoon characters. The cloth-wrapped handle of a wooden bat protruded from the bag, barely secured. Around his waist were an old fanny pack and leather belt with a few small drawstring bags looped onto it. The creature smelled a bit like the woods and a bit like a dumpster: it was obvious that it didn't bathe often.
Fun facts: Is a morning person, favorite food is gooseberries, likes the spring and toads.
Brief Background Info:
He used to be a normal deer, until an overzealous hunter attached too many doodads to an experimental hunting laser rifle and shot him with it. After mutating into a human-animal, he lived on the outskirts of a rural town in located in some mountain foothills, quickly learning that he would not be accepted into their society. As such he educated himself, surviving with a combination of dumpster diving and living off the land. Rumors of strange creature skulking around the old own reached local news but the residents were dismissed as kooks. The creature made friends with a some kids he met in the woods, and they started calling him Phillip. He learned to speak and even a little reading from them, picking it up surprisingly quickly. After about half a year, one of them tried to introduce "Phillip" to his parents, hoping the deer-man could find a place to live. But it didn't go well. He fled the town after the failed meeting, and ended up living in an anarchist squat in the nearest city. The members of the squat were quite accepting, and they influenced his beliefs about authority and morality. They called him "Hank". "Hank" was able to live with the commune for about three years before things went south and he had to flee again. After this, he found himself in a city full of strange creatures and was no longer persecuted. He summarily found another squat to live in, where he pays his way by cooking and cleaning. He recently learned how to do sound setup for music venues.
Established Relationships: Only those mentioned above
Potential Relationships: People living in the current squat.
Friends and romantic entanglements
Molly Locket~Ambitious Necrobotanist
A few personality traits: Molly is dedicated to proving the legitimacy of necrobotany at a magical art and is a bit self-important. Her obsessive dedication to this goal leads her to make many short-sighted decisions. She can be a bit over dramatic and attention seeking.
Age: Hard to tell, being a mouse-lady, but early twenties.
Gender: Female
Species: Fieldmouse
Romantic Orientation: Heteroromantic
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Current status: Single
Occupation: Necrobotanist, in as much as this counts as an occupation
Height: Three foot nothing
Politics: Couldn't care less
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Abilities and other strangeness: Just the necrobotany and the fact that she's a bipedal mouse.
Appearance and other impressions:
Molly was a light brown fiedmouse that stood on two feet like a human, reaching mere three feet tall counting her ears. Molly's left ear was missing a sizable wedge of flesh near the bottom, and her black, almond shaped eyes sparkled with a dangerous sort of enthusiasm. The wet, black nose tipping the end of her muzzle always seemed to be twitching. She wore a plain, dark green cloak and a black robe, accompanied by a belt with a number of pouches hanging from it. A bulging backpack was also slung over her shoulders, nearly as large as her entire body. Her long rodent feet were bare and her tail dragged along the ground behind her, poking out from under her clothing.
Other: Molly seems to have some involvement with necromatic magic, if your character can sense that kind of thing.
Other: Molly seems to have some involvement with necromatic magic, if your character can sense that kind of thing.
Fun facts: Drinks tea almost exclusively, collects rocks and crystals.
Brief Background Info:
She learned about plants from her grandmother and necromany from her mentor. She hadn't learned a whole lot of necromancy before Molly decided to synthesize the two skillsets into one art. One of two middle children out of four total, Molly's got a bit of a complex and always wants to be recognized and praised. She has lost some friendships and other relationships due to her single-minded dedication to strange magic, but that's obviously a problem with others and not her.
Established Relationships: Views Orlo (below) as a sort of rival, and generally thinks he's good for publicity.
Potential Relationships: Disciples, friends ect...
Orlo Chambers~Overenthusiastic Paladin
A few personality traits: Orlo is generally considered stuffy and takes himself a bit too seriously. He is dedicated to his position as a paladin and believes it is calling to rid the world of what he considers to be immoral magic. Polite and formal unless IMMORALITY is involved, he also has a bit of a superiority complex. He is prone to rambling speeches about morality and justice.
Age: Apparently late twenties
Gender: Male
Species: Goat
Romantic Orientation: Heteroromantic
Sexual Orientation: Orlo is celibate
Current status: Single
Occupation: Low-ranking paladin
Height: Three foot five inches
Politics: Fairly conservative
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Abilities and other strangeness: Basic holy spells one might expect a paladin to have. Has a very keen sense for the undead, and can tell if someone is undead or even if someone has spent extensive time in the company of undead persons.
Appearance and other impressions:
Orlo was a little goat man that stood at just a few inches over three feet all. He walks]ed upright with a stiff and formal posture. His fur is dark grey, flecked here and there with white hairs, and a pair of short horns jut out from his skull. His yellow eyes sport the distinctive rectangular pupils found in goats, and he has a little beard hanging from his chin. There are three fingers and on thumb on each hand, tipped with thick black nails. He wears an appropriately sized suit of shining silver plate armor and carries a large hammer on his hip. Well, the hammer is large for someone his size anyway.
Other: Orlo has a holy aura.
Other: Orlo has a holy aura.
Fun facts: Competent chess and card player, has a debilitating phobia of snakes, likes to bodybuild and is proud of his ripped up goat bod. Will give out free tickets to the gun show with little provocation.
Brief Background Info:
Orlo's little sister was killed by a necromancer, and since then it has been his goal to put an end to as much IMMORALITY as he can. He was raised in a conservative, religious household that was very strict and very patriarchal. He was always treated well by the local paladins and holy men, which engendered a certain respect for them and ultimately led to him pursuing his current occupation.
Established Relationships: A bit of an obsession with taking down one Molly Locket.
Potential Relationships:Undead in need of menacing, otherwise just friends ect.
Opal Langley~Spirited Ghost-Hunter
A few personality traits: Opal is enthusiastic and obsessive about her ghost hunting hobby. She's generally curious, but often hasty and doesn't thing things through. She doesn't care much for her appearance and has a chip on her shoulder about people who but a lot of effort into theirs.
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Romantic Orientation: Homoromantic
Current status: Single
Occupation: High school student, amateur ghost hunter
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 175 lb
Politics: Neoliberal, but doesn't think about politics much
Alignment: Neutral Good
Abilities and other strangeness: Just a normal human. Dabbles in western witchcraft in part of her attempts to communicate with ghosts.
Appearance and other impressions
Opal was chubby and about five and a half feet tall, brown eyes hidden behind simple oval shaped wire frame glasses. The girl appeared to be in her teens, dark brown skin marked with a few blemishes that she didn't attempt to hide with makeup. The small but voluminous curls of her black hair fell to the tops of her shoulders. Opal wore a few skirts layered together, all earthen tones, stopping just above the ankle. A dark red sweater a few sizes too big for her, an old green military jacket and a multicolored scarf, clashing with the rest of the outfit, provided warmth. She carried a bulging canvas backpack and two cameras hung around her neck: one digital and the other an old, heavy SLR.
Fun facts: Has a phobia of dogs, runs a ghost hunting blog, secretly into shounen manga
Brief Background Info:
Opal was raised by her father and grandmother in a middle class family and has a close relationship with both of them. She never knew her mother, nor her older brother. She developed an interest in the paranormal after several personal experiences with what she considered ghosts. Opal has dabbled in traditional, western style witchcraft in order to contact spirits, but these attempts have been largely unsuccessful.
Established Relationships: Only the above atm.
Potential Relationships: Some kind of spirit that she successfully contacts.
Or even something less friendly that she accidentally contacts when messing around with rituals that she probably shouldn't mess around with.
The family members that she never met, mentioned above. I don't have anything established for them.
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I always thought I might be bad / now I'm sure that it's true
Cause I think you're so good / and I'm nothing like you
Love Like You
I always thought I might be bad / now I'm sure that it's true
Cause I think you're so good / and I'm nothing like you
Love Like You
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