:~Ravishing Rogue~: Name: Methyria Hawke Noodle type: Normal/Rogue Gender: Female Orientation: Elves. Mate: Fenris (Once I'm of age that is.) Offspring: None Parents: Leandra Amell and Malcom Hawke Siblings: Carver, Bethany Likes: Beating the tar out of slavers, broody elves, drinking till she can't bloody well walk, her mabari. Dislikes: Her cup being empty, playing any card games with varric or Isabella, dressing like a woman. Personality: Hawke is a tongue in cheek sort of girl, one to go for a dirty joke rather than appeasing those around her with placating their egos. Some people she will be nice to, Others she will outright b***h-slap if she feels that their actions are conflicting with her morals. Not that she has much in the way of morals as she's worked as a smuggler, indentured servitude to make it through getting a place to live. She detests slavers, slavery and anything that conflicts with a person having free will.
History: Methyria Hawke, genrally called Hawke by those around her, has has always gotten herself into trouble. Most of it to do with the fact that she is not the nice sweet girl her mother wanted, nor a good mage child like her sister. She could have had the talent, and in truth it was something she was a little skilled at Uncerts/past images
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:~~: Name: Runchy Mun Noodle type: Feline...mix? Gender: Male Orientation: ???? Mate: None Offspring: None Parents: Likes: Dislikes: History:
Personality: Fumi as a kit is too curious for his own damn good. He does not listen when he's told to stay out of something, instead feeling his curiosity bug driving him to try new things as OFTEN as he possibly can, especially if his mother or father tell him, NO. Being the youngest he gets himself into trouble quite often, and finds no greater glee than when he's found an answer to his nagging curiosity. Often he is the headache his parents have, with nothing more than a minor mention of his name. Though his parents are far more docile than he, he is still one that tests the limits of their tempers as OFTEN and as vigorously as he can.
As an adult his curiosity and name being that of a writer turns him to be somewhat of an aspiring writer of tawdry books. He has a fascination that has been present his whole life, and why not work at making money at it? He doesn't care for drinking as it dulls the senses and does no justice to his writings.
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Himura Fumio Bloodfire
Username: Rinial Sisterdragon Bowl Name: Himura Fumio Bloodfire (Fumi for short.) Personality: Fumi as a kit is too curious for his own damn good. He does not listen when he's told to stay out of something, instead feeling his curiosity bug driving him to try new things as OFTEN as he possibly can, especially if his mother or father tell him, NO. Being the youngest he gets himself into trouble quite often, and finds no greater glee than when he's found an answer to his nagging curiosity. Often he is the headache his parents have, with nothing more than a minor mention of his name. Though his parents are far more docile than he, he is still one that tests the limits of their tempers as OFTEN and as vigorously as he can.
As an adult his curiosity and name being that of a writer turns him to be somewhat of an aspiring writer of tawdry books. He has a fascination that has been present his whole life, and why not work at making money at it? He doesn't care for drinking as it dulls the senses and does no justice to his writings.
(optional prompt) You spend the day with your mother or father. What do you guys do?
They'd gone to one of his aunt's local performances after Fumi had begged to see it, granted he was young, but he was a nephew of the headliner.
He grinned as his father's words echoed in his head.
In the event we get separated at the venue, meet me at the front.
As if Fumi was going to do that. There was so much to explore and so much more to do, why in the world would he bother going back to find his father? PSHAW, not happening, particularly when there was a sassy lady who'd gladly decided to keep an eye on him instead of leaving the poor lonely kid all alone.
He was gleefully sitting next to her listening to everything she spoke of, some of this talk was down right dirty as they spoke. He'd have to look up some of the words she used, but he was sure that this was related to illicit acts that they might be doing later on. It seemed that she had very promptly forgotten about her young charge with very large ears.
However those large ears did not pick up his father's voice, nor the worry in it, nor the footsteps behind him as his father approached. They did however pick up his father's voice.
"Where have you been?" concern and a little bit of irritation.
Fumi's ears twitched as his thoughts clicked to what excuse he could use, turning around the kit started, "You see dad...."
"No. No excuses." A deep sigh came from his father, "you're safe, we're leaving, we'll discuss this with your mother when we get home."
His eyes widened for a moment, "BUT!"
"Now, Himura Fumio Bloodfire."
All three names, he was in deep, again.
The trip home was silent, but he knew he was in for a good talking to, and probably being grounded again. But, it was worth it, he had so much more material to use now.
Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 2:05 pm
:~~: Name: Kimber Anne Trilune Noodle type: Regular
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Personality: Kimber is a bit on the shy side and tends to keep to herself. She is from a strange line of noodles known by the last name of Trilune. Three moons curse/bless the family as they are able to see the scars on one's soul. Some of her family has been driven mad by this skill, Kimber learned to cope by quietly observing. Even though souls are scarred she still sees far more of the beauty than the horrors that many of her kin see. In truth, Kimber does not see the physical form of any noodle she meets.
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Personality: Ibex is stubborn, he's also very good at climbing things. While his parents are both rather spastic, he's generally calm, unless of course his eldest sister is trying to get him to go on an adventure. At that time he will drag his paws against anything she wants to do. Mostly because he, being a voice of reason against her almost madness, wants to be sure the youngest is getting a say, even if their older sister isn't paying attention.
As he grows he is somewhat an antithesis to his parents, not being near as high energy and preferring to be inside, mostly reading or drawing. He is pretty good at climbing but he prefers indoor gyms to the outside world as he developed allergies after puberty hit.
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Username: Rinial Sistedragon Name Given and Meaning (if any): Ibex - a wild goat with long, thick ridged horns and a beard, found in the mountains of the Alps, Pyrenees, central Asia, and Ethiopia.
Brief Personality: Ibex is stubborn, he's also very good at climbing things. While his parents are both rather spastic, he's generally calm, unless of course his eldest sister is trying to get him to go on an adventure. At that time he will drag his paws against anything she wants to do. Mostly because he, being a voice of reason against her almost madness, wants to be sure the youngest is getting a say, even if their older sister isn't paying attention.
As he grows he is somewhat an antithesis to his parents, not being near as high energy and preferring to be inside, mostly reading or drawing. He is pretty good at climbing but he prefers indoor gyms to the outside world as he developed allergies after puberty hit.
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It had been another long day of having to keep his eldest sister from getting into trouble. He was the reasonable one, and the one loud enough for Rhiannon to hear.
There had been a puddle, a near catastrophe at the nearby creek, and to top it off he'd managed to fall into brambles while trying to get Rhiannon not to push Ceri over the small cliff into a 'nice cushy bush'.
"Voice of reason. UGH." He'd felt like since they'd popped he'd done nothing but try to keep Ceri, his youngest sister from getting maimed by their older sister's crazy ideas.
Taking a breath as he applied peroxide to his scratches and scrapes, he sighed, thinking on where he wanted to be when he grew up.
Reading...in a big library.... He heard banging on the door and heard his older sister's annoying timber claim she had an idea and he needed to come right now, With a lock, on a mountain. With warding against crazy sisters. He grumbled as he finished cleaning and went to see what this 'oh so grande' idea of hers was. After all, better he end up with scrapes than them, right?
Let's break some hearts! Username: Rinial Sisterdragon God's Name: Simin Prompt: 3 sorta spring boarding off of 2 but going weird places. -w-; Hate is a strong word But I really, really, really don't like you Now that it's over I don't even know what I liked about you Brought you around and you just brought me down Hate is a strong word But I really, really, really don't like you I really don't like you.
Simin smirked the song had a certain ring to it, and reminded him of exactly how he felt about his lovesick cousin. Always talking about how love is the best thing ever, and how Simin was such a terrible god for being the one who came along and invested interest in heartbreak. It was often vexing how his cousin assumed that heartbreak was a terrible thing.
That was what made Simin the most sour about his domain, the fact that one of his kin was so utterly determined to keep there from being broken hearts. Broken hearts were a fact of life. First loves did not often work out, and unrequited love often ended in heartbreak through rejection. But each break of the heart was something miraculous. It could either break the holder of the heart completely, or it could make them stronger, more understanding. Those who'd never suffered heartbreak just didn't understand the true nature of it.
Simin had been heartbroken himself, when his first love had died. So he understood, heartbreak was necessary. It was just another factor of life, another thing that continued the cycle.
He snorted, feeling like Valentines day was one of the worst days ever. Yes, some people would find love, and others would be cruelly rejected, heartbroken, and his irritating cousin would blame him. It's not as though he had to do it on purpose, not even as though he had to forcefully break anyone up, they would after all do it themselves.
He smirked to himself. There were, as with any deity's domain perks. Getting to forcefully break the heart of some jackass who'd left a trail of tattered emotions was something he reveled in. It was a small joy he could take in when someone who'd hurt so many finally got hurt themselves. However, as with anything the double edged sword of heartbreak more often than not cut deeply into the innocence of youth.
Romantic heartbreak, familial heartbreak, friendly heartbreak, all of it was his domain, and he wasn't sure his cousin understood that it was just a domain that needed to be tended to, and he was the best one to do it. He rolled his eyes, and just because he enjoyed his job was no reason for the little snot to assume he was a sourpuss.
He snorted, "A heart never broken, does not know compassion for the strife of others." And though he'd thought about taking the day off, he decided that he would simply have to continue on wards with his work, in spite of his cousin's desire to see him leave the 'lovebirds' alone.
I hereby promise to adhere to the rules if I win this contest.
