Status:Life-Mated - Kar Though she needs a can-opener to get to the 'mate' part >.>; Breeding Contract:HERE Orientation: Angry Alignment: Also angry Breedings: 3/3 Though technically she wouldn't be able to carry Kar's kids xDD; CATCH UP, SCIENCE. There is work to be done V:
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Personality: Aella is a total 'no bullshit' kind of person. You want it, you work for it, expect it to be hard work, and shut your whining face. That doesn't mean she can't unwind and play... ok, yea maybe it does a little. A workaholic and unable to 'turn off' cop mode, the girl's wound a little tight. Even if she's playing around her words come off as biting if not downright cruel. It's all edges with this girl.
Backstory:
Born on the Citadel, Aella's parents actually come from Rocam, a jungle planet, but moved to the Citadel at great cost to themselves during the difficult pregnancy that resulted in Aella. Superior healthcare drained their savings, and the family was forced to move back to Rocam for work.
After bootcamp, Aella ranked for investigations and police field work. Out of available training facilities, she requested and was accepted at the Citadel. There she was taken under the wing of an old coot named Cato Drusus. Or rather, Drusus became another flavor of drill instructor, though Aella has grown fond of him over time.
Due to Aella's birth origin being the Citadel proper, Aella sports the face paint on her mandibles of those born on the station. The completely white face mask is adopted by those that choose to abandon their former house in favor of becoming part of the Citadel clan.
This has understandably upset her family, alienating them from their First Born, and First Daughter. Though Aella has her reasons...
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Family:
Kaius Tullius - (Doesn't exist in the TLN'verse) - Aella's father. Fifth brother of his family, Kaius comes from a very large household. 9 siblings all told, if Aella ever says, "I have this cousin.." she's probably referring to her father's side of the family.
Kaius served as a medic during his four years in service due to his family's long history in Rocam. (Rocam being the leading supplier of pharmaceuticals in the Hierarchy.) Returning home after his time served, Kaius opted to pursue chemistry and now works in the pharmaceutical industry himself.
Ismene Tullius (Lotharius) - (Doesn't exist in the TLN'verse) - Aella's mother. 2nd daugher of her family, Ismene's maiden clan is smaller than the average Turian's, but is perhaps better known. Her first brother currently serves in the Praetorian guard, which is not unusual for this more prestigious clan.
Originally from Palaven, Ismene is more of the 'black sheep' in the family. Most of her siblings are military minded, but she herself found a gift for technology and teaching. Her four years in service was unusually varied, from tactics to gunnery, Ismene was quick to adapt; something the military pounced on.
She met Kaius while on tour aboard the Gordianus, amused by the medic that seemed prone to getting injured himself. Exchanging knives and Manus rites during shore leave a little over a year later, Ismene agreed to follow him home after their service ended.
Relations:
Cato Drusus - (Does not exist in the TLN'verse as of yet) - An old piece of leather and chipped scales, Cato is what the Turian culture tend to refer to as a 'lifer', someone that never left the military. He doesn't talk about himself much, but Aella suspects he's seen a few wars, and is offended at being nothing more than an old cop in his 'retirement' years.
- Some pyjack in a suit. I have a sneaking suspicion that he's up to no good. What good -ever- came from a Quarian?
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Plots: Oh jeez, so full Dx
Looking For: Will only be RPing Aella in her own universe with others within. If interested in a very deep roleplay world, poke Mouse and I <3
Status:Available - BUT she's part of the Mass Effect 'verse Orientation: My my cherry pieeeee~ Alignment: b***h Breedings: 3/3 Heaven help us if this hellion reproduces.
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Personality:
Spoiled, privileged, oblivious to the actual struggles of survival and deems most beneath her or only useful as long as they can entertain her. She lives to cause trouble and revels in chaos. Of course as soon as Daddy is home it's off with the wild make up, down with the 'hawk, and out of the clothes a pole-dancer wouldn't be caught dead wearing.
Her double-life might catch up with her eventually, but for now part of the thrill is seeing how much she can get away with and how close she can come to disaster.
Backstory:
Born on Earth, Christina (Cheri's real name) can remember hearing about the 'space war' that terrified the human race. The panic and fear that this was going to be the end, the end of everything, and to a spoiled rotten child the idea of someone or something coming into her world and taking everything from her really left a sore spot.
From the loss of her mother to being uprooted from her home, even her home world, to moving literally light years away and having to give up so much of her pampered existence for a freaky-fancy but not quite cushy life on the Citadel; yea, she's got a chip or three on each shoulder.
She has a love/hate relationship with technology; adores it when it works and she knows something her dad doesn't, absolutely abhors when she can't understand it. Even perhaps breaking it out of spite. She has a human-superiority complex and particularly loathes Turians; they embody everything she rebels against and her father 'runs' from.
Speaking of her father, she's well aware of what his real 'job' is, just as he might actually be aware of her leather pants and temp hair dye; but they politely ignore these secrets. After all, she'll always need Daddy to clean up her messes.
Looking For: If anyone is looking to join our Mass Effect 'verse, and they would like to stir up some trouble with/for/against Cheri, by all means <3
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 6:02 pm
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Status:Rev showed interest I think? Orientation: Alignment: Breedings: 3/3
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Personality:
Backstory:
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Family: Penguins! will update later <3
Relations:
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Plots: Looking For:
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 11:06 am
The Bread and Butter
Status: Plotting with Jinx! Orientation: Bi, I think. Alignment: Anti-authority |D So Chaotic of some flavor Breedings: 3/3
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Personality: Punky. She's musically driven and in a little garage band. Or, she thinks she is. No one seems to show up for practice and the members keep changing anyway. She's opinionated and always up for a good debate, though might get huffy if it doesn't go her way and probably will just nod off if it's a topic that doesn't interest her. Full of life and energy, she's definitely a teenager out to make an impression on the world.
Backstory: Don't have anything of interest to report. I've gotten no inspiration for this xD
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Family:
Relations:
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Plots: Looking For:
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Aw Zoey ;-; <33
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Status:Trying something out with Tora Orientation: metal. Er. uh 8|; Alignment: Chaotic everything. Probably in the good spectrum xD Breedings: 3/3
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Personality: Absent-minded but well meaning, Mason just gets absorbed into his projects and forgets to come up for air.
Backstory:
Roserain
Look What I Made!: Username: Roserain Name for the Boy:I have a few ideas here xD; I'd be awesome with any of them <3 --- Zdenko Engins-Rhodes (Derived from the Slavic element zdeti meaning "build, create", originally a short form of names beginning with that element.) Jengo Engins-Rhodes (Means "building" in Swahili. It's where we get the word Jenga for the game with the sticks xD Also kinda hints towards his personality) Mason Engins-Rhodes (From an English surname meaning "stoneworker", from an Old French word of Germanic origin (akin to Old English macian "to make").) --- What's he like?: A creative and imaginative kid, the little guy will see something in everything. Take apart a bike and you can make a metal giraffe on wheels. A tv becomes a robot with one, big eye. Clothes can be rearranged to make a whole new look. ... Or be cut up and sewn/taped together to make a parachute.
Did I mention that almost nothing he makes is practical or useful? Doesn't stop him from having fun just creating something new. xD (Help us all if he ever found a Lego store)
As an adult he's refined this fascination, taking apart old things and trying to make something new from it. He's constantly got a smudge of grease on his cheek or some oil spot on his pants that he missed, but he's too distracted mentally going through some new schematics to even notice.
I have an inclination to refine his creations into a more steampunk feel as he gets older. Stuff that's pretty to look at, and perhaps even works, but doesn't really have a use.
As for his attitude he's rather outgoing, but sometimes stumbles over himself in his excitement or eagerness to show off his latest project. He has a tendency to bang into things such a tables and chairs, too distracted in talking or looking at something to pay attention to what's closer at hand.
A little messy in general, he's rather particular about certain things and oddly lackadaisical about others. For example you might find all of his tools perfectly arranged and in order, but his pants or clothes might be strewn about everywhere. Here is a Thing!:
I have several ideas here, just jotting them down and I'll write more and draw them up when I'm not at work xD
A metal bat with leather wings and gears that can't fly. (His name is Buzzkirk and he talks in Morse code, making clicking noises. He has a clock in his belly, but since he hangs upside down most of the time it's rather difficult to tell what time it is by looking at him. He also has a tendency to fall off his perch. He likes to cling to people and ride along with them, though this means he sometimes get sat or stepped on. He's constantly looking for the perfect gear that will strengthen his wings so he can fly. ...or at least glide. Something 8| )
A hat that can turn itself inside out and changes feathers, ribbons, etc accordingly... but it's rather big due to all the gears and kind of gets grease on everything since it needs to be oiled for the cogs to turn...
A watch that tells you which direction you're heading, how hot it is, can be used as a magnifier, and has some lines of poetry... but can't tell the time.
Status:Plotted! Orientation: I'm not sure which way she'll swing yet, probably bi Alignment: Politely self-centered and a touch crazy Breedings: 3/3
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Personality: Amaya is prim and proper and just a dash of nuts. For the most part she seems to be just a reserved lady, a bit more quiet and uptight than most, with an odd penchant for this or that. She titters over silly thoughts and finds mundane things of significance, but not always and not in any pattern people can discern.
It is perhaps best to say she is quite harmless, but very odd.
Backstory:
Born to a loving, if very strange family, Amaya is the only daughter and adores her brothers. She looks up to Baubles as the more respectable one, but Nysus is her playmate and the one she often would get into trouble with.
Everyone in the family has a unique perspective and approach for dealing with their... er, gifts. What would send someone screaming or raise someone's eyebrow doesn't phase Amaya. It would be common place for her for her father to run screaming through the house, her mother suddenly zoning out while she listens to far away voices, Nys to talk about his odd dreams as if the people in them were real and Baubles to whisper to someone that she couldn't see.
Nevermind that she was -pretty- sure there was a city of people underneath the bathtub drain. She could hear hustle and bustle every time she took a shower or bath, afterall....
Status:What does this song mean?[On hold for Lil!] Orientation:Confusion-songs! Alignment:There are no notes of the Darksong-Destroyers in my melody. Breedings: 3/3
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Personality: A little more curious than his brother, he longs for company, even if people confuse him.
Backstory:
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Family: Hive-songs? Life-Singer, mother-of-all! All Rachni sing of the hive.
- Some pyjack in a suit. I have a sneaking suspicion that he's up to no good. What good -ever- came from a Quarian?
