Nemo's Muses

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Character List:

Dee'Aria Frayjoy
Profile: complete
Status: Active

Lee'Fay the Wildwoman
Profile: Complete
Status: Active

Ashlynn
Profile: Complete
Status: Active

Sinnara
Profile: complete
Status: Active

Vincent
Profile: Complete
Status: Active

Abel
U/C

Shadow Lance
U/C

 

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Name: Dee'Aɾia Frayjӧy

Position Of Power: As daughter of a Reaver she is expected to have similar powers and is held to standards of training. However presently she had no military or combat training and her tattoos though present and endowed with power, appear merely as tattoos.

Age: 26

Race: Reaver - torment/failure

Sexual Orientation: straight

Appearance: cotton-candy hair is the signature feature that is remembered and known about her making her already dark eyes seemed darker. Pale skinned, she is deceivingly petite and small, but can pack a wallop when she wants to. She appears completely human in features and abilities, only being Reaver in name and blood but no literal proof seen of her lineage. Adorning her body are a few tattoos of her own original design, all being pieces of watercolor works; depicting flora and fona in a wild array of colors. Parts of her body appearing as if an painter and poured their paints over her.

Weapons of Choice: no weapons, uses her hands only when necessary

Personality: quiet at first she does have a bit of a fire in her, however not often seen or inspired. Otherwise she docile but kind, finding joy in simple things and life. Finding inspiration in the world around her for her artwork. Compassionate and helpful, and a bit idealistic, she doesn't think brute force can fix everything and is not fond of the military and violence and isn't necessarily afraid to say it. She is private and respectful of her family who she both loves and hates to a degree, and feels a level of obligation to her Aunt and Uncle for taking her in.

Likes: painting and other forms of art, reading and photography, her family, her tattoos

Dislikes: pain, un-necessary violence, her family, her tattoos

History: Childhood for Dee was quiet normal considering being a daughter of Reavers. Her mother though not high ranking was still known and skilled, acknowledged as powerful however rarely used her power to its full potential. Her father just as skilled more motivated but neither were encouraging Dee to follow the Reaver way...it was clear she had more artistic interests which they encouraged.

Wasn't' till her mother was dead and her father having gone missing with no trace that Dee went into the care of her Uncle and Aunt. Though perhaps not the most skilled with their training they were still of high ranking and still wanting more power. No heirs of their own Dee became theirs and as a young pre-teen began to under go the process of power endowed tattoos being inked into her body...against her will.

Uncle and Aunt Frayjoy were very disappointed when Dee displayed no sort of power, regardless of how far she was pushed. But they continued to try and push her, her tattoos pieces of her artwork inked into her body against her own will.

Growing older into her teenage year, Dee'Aria began to rebel in small ways eventually attempting to argue and struggle against the process of getting her tattoos. As she got older she became bolder still in her rebelling but still she couldn't fully resist for when it came down to it, they were family and they were all she had.

 

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Name: Lee'Fay

Position Of Power: none

Age: perhaps somewhere in her twenties, its hard to be sure and she has forgotten.

Race: Human

Sexual Orientation: straight

Appearance: a head of wild fiery red hair, adorned with feathers and ribbons along with leaves and twigs adorns her head. Still fair she's covered in freckles from years in the sun, with a pair of deep green eyes to set of both hair and skin. In several places, Lee'Fay has markings on her skin, similar to tattoos they are however not permanent and need a constant reapplying of a natural dye. The clothing she wears is often a collections of stuff gathered over the years and layered one over the other; skirts and shirts tattered or torn and resown to suit her needs. She can also be seen wearing furs and other adornments belonging to animals such as antlers.

Weapons of Choice: staff, daggers, bow and arrow, hands and feet

Personality: sneaky and mysterious, much like a wild animal she is slower to trust stranger but otherwise friendly. Spending many years alone her use of language has deteriorated but not completely gone. She spends more time talking to the animals and herself then she does other after her mentor left. Coming off perhaps childish and lacking matured, Lee'Fay can be deceiving in her innocence of the outer world but has quiet a few deep inner thoughts in regards to the way of life as a whole. She is quiet bright with a bit of a stubborn streak but she is willing to help others and the animals around.

Likes: her forests and wilds, the animals, her home, running

Dislikes: the Helshan when they hunt her, people or things that hurt her forest,

History: At a young age, she was separated from her caravan that her parents were traveling with. This happening during an unsuspecting fuid between the Emporer and his forces against the El'Van. Wandering starved and dirty, an old woman both El'Van and human found her, named her and raised her to be a druid of the wilds. A wild woman of the forest both protector and predator in the mighty forest, teaching the ways to survive while she grew. The old woman eventually wandered onward after teaching Lee'Fay all she could, leaving the home she had built over her own life time and nearly everything she owned.

Lee'Fay has not seen her mentor and mother since then. The El'Ven not often seeing the old woman or Lee'Fay do known they are out there and interact in a trade of goods when needed or perhaps in the need to find a particular herb to heal an illness.

She has not wandered from the woods since she had gotten lost and perhaps may wander to the edge has not traveled any further, the world outside the sea of green nearly forgotten.

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Name: Daela'Ashlynn (prefers to go by Ashlynn)

Position Of Power: none

Age: appears around late teen early twenties, but is in fact older due to being an elf. May be around early 40yrs perhaps.

Race: Elf - Dray'Den

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Appearance: Grey silvery hair, at first glance by hair alone, one would think she would be elderly, however that is not the case. Ashlynn appears quiet younger then she is. Petite and thin she still has some strength behind her as an elf. Skin is sun-kissed from working in the outdoors, with a sprinkling of freckles along her cheeks and bridge of her nose, and a little along her shoulders. Her eyes were once a more vibrant blue but due to an accident when she was young, Ashlynn's eyes are now more a slate-blue grey color

Weapons of Choice: not much of a fighter she can use her fits and legs, along with a staff as that is often will have some sort of staff or stick near her. but in a very novice way as she has never been formally trained and her handicap keeps her from doing so.

Personality: Quiet and introverted, once a person gets to know her, she is more outgoing and friendly. It comes often as a surprise that when angered or frustrated that she can become a bit fiery and prickly. She is compassionate however, and hardworking.

Likes: animals, her hair, her heirloom necklace from her mother and grandmother, her family

Dislikes: her vision and the headaches that come with it, rude and manipulative people that take advantage of others, the Emperor

History: Ashlynn wasn't always considered Dray'Den, her parents were actually El'Van and she too enjoyed that life style surrounded by the earth and trees. But the conflict with the Emperor was something that always hung over their heads, as her parents were relatively active in the resistance against the tyrant. It was during one of these conflicts when a group of Reaver's attacked their homestead that in the attack Ashlynn was in an accident that took her vision.

Her whole family was devastated, doing everything they could to improve her vision. With time it did improve and with the help of potions and things Ashlynn began to see more color and blurry images and outlines. Her parents were at their limit to find her care, her grandmother in the city reached out and offered assistance and a place for Ashlynn to stay. With debate she was eventually sent to the city, but not long after settling, both Ashlynn and her grandmother got the news that her parents had been killed by the Empire

Years went by, Ashlynn got older as did her grandmother and eventually she too past away but from old age. It left Ashlynn in a bind as she had no idea that her grandmother had gone into debt in order to get her treatment for her eyes, which were better then they were but still poorer vision then a human. Ashlynn inherited the debt and has been attempting to work it off since, her home taken out from under her and nearly all her valuable items, and working manual labor since her vision didn't allow her to do jobs with attention to detail. Neither could she take a night job as she was practically blind in the dark, thus working at the Reaver and military stables was the best job she could find that paid fairly.


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Lord Zhan'Dreeyl
councilmen to the Emperor

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Name: Sinnara aka Sin

Position of Power: none/mechanic

Age: 20

Race: Human

Sexual Orientation:

Appearance: short and small, she is commonly mistaken for being considerably younger then she actually is, however 20 isn't very old either. Often underestimated due to her small stature but she cracks a punch and has a spunk larger then life. The short pig-tails dont help the matter but a common style Sin wears. Along with the grundge dark look she wears that often hides the grease stains and scortch marks from her work. But it commonly shows on her skin though, often reffered as a grease monkey, Sin often has knicks and cut all over her body that is flesh. Sin has one cybernetic artifical arm upto her shoulder and just above both knees she has artifical and cybernetic legs. Her legs are often covered in leggings under skirt so most people don't realize she had her legs replaced by medal and cybernetics. Sin doesn't flaunt it either as often uses her legs as a hidden secret weapons

Weapons of Choice: a heavy wrench, her medal fists and feet, guns and her brains.

Personality: often remember for her spunk and spark of life, even her temper at times, Sin is very compassionate and stubborn. She can get a goal or thought in her head and very little will she keep her from fullfilling it. Mechanic by trade she's got a good head on her shoulders for mechanics and cybernetics, often saught after for maintanence or creating it.

Likes: working on her projects, smell of grease, medal, and gunpowder. Her prothsetic arm and legs, her goggles.

Dislikes: men that underestimate herand her skills for being a girl and a mechanic, the tyrant that took over her country, her artifical limbs.

History: When she was a pre-teen there was a horrible accident during a time of termoil in her country. Sin not only lost three out of four limbs she lost her parents too in the accident. Her father a mechanic himself had taught her everything he knew but wihtout her legs and another hand life would be difficult. Sin nearly died but an old mechanic found her nursed her back to health and equipped her her with her new limbs.

Since then, she's done exactly as she had when she was young. Making a living being a gifted mechanic for weapons and cybernetics. Sin is known for her ingenuity and thinking outside the box, often called a genius she playfully boasts it but doesn't really believe it. After the old man had passed Sin found Vincent or Vinny as she likes to tease him, saving him just as the old man had saved her. Vincent and Sin became a pair he protecting her, while she kept maintaining his limbs as well as her own.

Becoming a sibling pair, they went everywhere together....till the Emporer of Final Dawn came ruined everything and separated them.
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Vincent

 

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___________when I wake in the morning till I go and I fall asleep each night
______________________.....I fight to hold onto a love that is inside......my past is like a nightmare that I never can escape...
...I don't understand what happened between you and me but....

You will probably end up...
.....with someone half as good as me so______________
I don't care if you want to look me in my eyes and say hello.....__________________________
You were blind to me now I'm blind to you

.......So now I wait for a moment when I know that there is no one left to see.......
....All the hurt that's inside me...I need to let go....

......I can't find my way home......

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.....you don't need me.....
.........you don't even see me........

And I don't know what you need
_______________________But I know you're listening now.......
___________And I don't care what you think........Because you didn't think to care about me

I don't understand what happened between you and me but.....___________
___________You will probably end up with someone
.....half as good as me so......you were blind to me now I'm blind to you__________________________

 

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Shadow Lance  

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❀ ϺѺɌIKѺ 森子 ISҤIIȠЄ ❀
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Name: Moriko Ishiine - child of the forest and stone well

Position of Power: Priestess to the Black Rose Temple

Heritage: none except the temple being her home

Age: 22

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Alliance: to the Black Rose Temple and the High Priest Akihiko

Appearance: she is a willowy and agile young woman standing at a small stature of 5'4. Moriko can often been seeing appearing taller due to the high heels or tall sandals she likes to wear. Her auburn brown hair falls to her lower back or waist when down, but it is often seen up in a variety of ways both fanciful and simple. Her glasses are for reading which she is often seen doing, but aside from her obvious beauty her most notable features are in fact the furry fox ears and tail that Moriko bares.

Weapons: Moriko does not condone violence but understands that sometimes there is no other option. So when she must protect herself or her temple, Moriko will use her claws and fangs as she knows no other form of fighting.

Personality: Generally seen quiet and resigned in a calm activity, Moriko is often seen by herself enjoying simply things for the most part such as reading and writing; simply taking care of her daily duties to the temple or wandering about the gardens. She is kindhearted to animals and plants, nature itself in general; often seen in the company of several foxes, but coming off rather cold and indifferent at times to other people due to her lack of trust towards others. Moriko is dedicated to protecting and maintaining her temple and home. She has a temper though few things bring it out.

Likes: the Black Rose temple and her home, calm and quiet, her foxes, gardens, reading/writing and drawing, music and dance, her kimonos, and Akihiko

Dislikes: violence, her glasses, disrespect or harm coming to her temple or the animals/plants of the temple, getting wet when she doesn't want to, her ears and tail at times, the stares and comments others make about her ears and tail

History: when Moriko first came to the temple, she was 9 years old; a wild child that came in dirtied and wounded. She does not remember her early years, only remembers trying to survive in the forest and trying to get help from travelers and other people. Often she would be threatened or scared away due to her ears and tail, or shown some measure of kindness. One particular time, she had been brought to a temple to be killed or exercised as a creature of hell, Moriko ended up never leading that temple and being given a name.

At that point her mistrust of people had already sunk in, and it took a great amount of time for the head priest of the Black Rose Temple to earn that trust. Adorning her with clean and appropriate clothing, given her food and water right along with shelter. Over time with his patience and compassionate heart, Moriko began to trust him and few others have earned that same level of trust if any. As he took her in and gave her a home; looking after her as no one else had.

To this day Moriko remains at the temple, caretaker and priestess dedicated to the care and management of the temple. Now with it a base of operations for the mercenary guild, she is less then pleased about it; a sore spot for her. She could never leave the temple however so she stays continuing to do as she has always done while continuing to ponder over why she received her ears and tail; a gift or curse.

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Name: Drake Fl'urn

Position of Power: None...unless being a baker counts

Heritage: orphan

Age: 20

Sexual Orientation: Gay

Alliance: Unaffiliated

Appearance: Drake dies his dishwater blonde hair a deep red on a regular basis, on a few occasions he may snaz it up with blonde streaks in his bangs but its always red, the color of freshly drawn blood. There is a shaved patch on his left temple Otherwise, Drake is fair skinned and his dark attire which is classier punk style. Often how punk effected by his mood and what he is doing that day. but he's in a lot of browns, greys and blacks with touches of reds and tans or creams. Figure wise he is lean really doesn't have much for muscle mass, standing at 5'5, he's short. Often feeling like he's just a teenage boy when he really is 20.

Weapons: camera, pen and ink, graphite and charcoal, acrylic and watercolor

Personality: relatively quiet and aloof, he has few friends. Those that he does have he is close with and trust wholly and completely; those kinds of friends are rare. He's not really shy but more like cautious with new people and new situations, like on the streets has taught him some good survival skills. He's an artist by trade and he enjoys surrounding himself with it, gives me a brighter look on life but at the same time, the darkness of the city often touches his work. Laid back he tries to enjoy life, often that is tarnished by the nasty day to day life in the slums of the city. He has a mouth and bit of a temper, it can get away from him, but Drake does his best to keep it on a leash.

Likes: art and his art supplies, his camera and lenses, the bakery

Dislikes: people that think art is a waste of time, the gangs, cigarettes, people messing with his things, particularly his art/supplies and camera

History: Life started out pretty good with a good family, middle class just on the edge of the bad part of the city. Tragedy struck though and Drake was left with no one, orphaned at 8, he went to the nearest orphanage and that was in the slums of the city. From there he was in and out of homes, some better then others but never did Drake settle in one. Eventually completely aging out of the program at 16 and walked himself out the door with only a bag of his belongings. Starting out was tough, but he made his way with hard work and determination.

Eventually as the years went on he was able to sell some of his works, photography being a passion of his from a young age able to afford a good camera and started a side business of following and snapping pictures of people he was hired to follow. Private investigating in a way but he never spoke to anyone. Just the customers paying him asking no questions but always had the option to opt out if he needed to. It got him into tricky and dark situations sometimes but never did he feel like he was risking his life.

Between life as a struggling artist and a baker at the well known bakery on Fifth he was doing well, but it took a lot to get there.

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Name: Daulleah Le'Teef aka Leah

Position of Power: Employee and dancer for Briar

Heritage: N/A

Age: 25

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Alliance: to Briar and his gang

Appearance: her height is 5'3 but since she's often times wearing heels that increase her height, Leah is often seen around 5'6. Fair skinned with dark hair makes her pale skin more pronounced; there's a light dusting of freckles on her cheeks and nose. Curvy and thin, she does have some muscle on her as her body seen often considered toned.

Weapons: hand to hand, guns and knives, whip

Personality: bit of a spit fire, she had a temper and doesn't often have it on a leash. Leah is considered often spirited and independent, learning to take care of herself and admitting no man needed to do it for her. But she is compassionate to many less unfortunate then her, she had been there once after all and it is not easy to crawl out of the filth. She is outgoing and friendly in most given situations, with a laid-back attitude, till her temper is flared and then the cat's got claws.

Likes: dancing, clothes and shopping, the gang (Briar and Paris), cats

Dislikes: being insulted and belittle, thought of as weak or her independence taken from her. gossip,

History: Eden born, she immigrated as a young girl here with her grandparents; parents having died in the resistance against the High Eschellion when they had survived the resistance of the Eden government. Life in the new city was hard for her grandparents, the travel alone took much out of them. It was within 2 years of living in the city that they passed away days from each other leaving Leah no her own.

The 12 year old quickly learned life on the streets was tough but managed the best she could. Eventually when things got the roughest she found sanctuary in the form of Briar and Paris, fellow Eden citizens she quickly became a member of their gang in order to survive. Taking to the pair almost like big brothers. They took care of her and she did her best to do what she could for them, and as she got older, seen as a woman rather then a little girl, Daulleah took to the stage. Dancing and performing for the gang members as well as others making herself a living, while using her position to get information for Briar and Paris. Her body a weapon just as much as a weapon itself.

 

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Fyoor'ia

Name: Fyoor'ia DeLa'rosa

Age: 105

Race: Elf

Heritage: Daughter to the High Commander DeLa'rosa

Status: Guard in the High Eschellion's forces and handmaiden to Lady Everlyn

Residence: ShiVella Castle

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Relationships: Single

Appearance: fiery hair is what is quickly noticed by anyone passing Fyoor'ia by. Every strand of her flaming main a perfect imitation of burning flames. Her frame slim but strong hiding her flexibility. Her eyes are a warm amber, that sparkle with coals in their depths when she becomes angered. Her hair seems to spark with that same fire she embodies.

Weapons of Choice: Trained in all weapons by her father there is no weapon she can not use. However bow and arrow, twin short swords are her specialties. Her words as well can be her weapons, and she uses them as much if not more then her weapons made of steel.

Personality: Fiery temper and spirit is what Fyoor'ia is known for along with her flirtatious and playful side. She can be as compassionate as she can be a force of fury. She is furiously loyal as well, to her family brother and father in particular as she answers to them as a sibling as well as a daughter. Anything for family or those that she loves.

Likes: fire and her hair. her weapons and flirting, family

Dislikes: being possessed by anyone, being a handmaiden/servant,

Guilty Pleasure: being mischievous

History: born as the younger twin to her brother Fyoor, they were raised and trained together. Only one would take their father's place and Fyoor'ia had no illusions about who that would be though perhaps it bothers her she knows what is best and where she is best suited. As the fiery spirited daughter that she was, she did not have the calm or patience to lead, but she would be the loyal solider that would answer.

Even now as she plays handmaiden to Everlyn May, much to her chargan, Fyoor'ia doesn't mind so much after a while being her charge grew on her. Now more friends then anything it almost would feel like normal if it weren't for the reminders that Everlyn was more honored prisoner then anything else.