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Here's one of my many profiles I have written. This is my main character I used when I RPd in Commerce. Sadly I got bored with her and the profile needs to be rewritten. sweatdrop And yes. I made the mistake of allowing my character to turn vampire. xp

Name: Alexander Kiplin

Age: 19-25

Appearance: White human male, not particularly handsome. ^.^;; Sometimes very pale skin because he is sickly, but he spends time outside when he is well enough to travel. Burns more than tans. Dark brown hair that is almost black-- clean shaven face and short hair. Usually in a technologically stagnant fantasy setting, so barber shops may be few and far between in which case he would cut it himself above the shoulders. Tall (6'1") and lean, almost gangly, like a teenager just after a growth spurt but before the muscles/meat fill in. This is also because he has been sick often. He may look stronger than he actually is because of high muscle tone-- he tries to keep active when he can.
He will wear anything practical-- especially in greens, browns, and warm greys-- that he can buy for a good value and find a use for. So, a midlength cloak perhaps of leather for rain proofing. Long-sleeved, light material (cotton?) shirt, not tucked in. Practical slacks or other pants that hang loose. Long socks when it's cold, mide length heavy boots that buckle/snap, not tie. Shorts would be knee length in warmer weather, or slacks simply rolled up. Now jewelry. He might wear a leather vest if no coat, and a belt or chest holster for a knife and small purse (if belt). Sometimes gloves and arm braces.


Personality: Lex can be a very unpleasant person to be with. He holds a strong hate for any person with magic abilities, claiming that they throw around their spells like toys. He explains to some people that he is "alergic" to magic, but that is not quite true and he hates giving away even that much. He's very mean to people when they ask about him-- his past or present-- or if they try to heal him. His anger is unreasonable for someone who refuses to forewarn the people he meets about his condition. However, he can be very nice to humans or animals that appear to him to be disadvantaged by the same forces he is. A starving dog is a victim of mages/elves "wasting" their abilities on "parlor tricks" instead of doing good. A traitor or theif is victim of circumstance, unless of course they are betraying or robbing him. Someone dressed well is a "lucky son of a b***h" that doesn't want anything to do with him. He'll hang out in places the lower classes do, and he'll curse atrociously when the situation lends itself.

History: Plagued by an unfinished, self-sustaining death spell that sucks in compatible surrounding magic to try to complete its many directives (and sometimes invents new ways to torture him). Alex serves its (evil) castor under the threat that the spell can be completed at any time, and sometimes also under the benifit of having the affects of the spell minimized. He mostly runs errands/carries messages. The castor may promise eventual freedom and even devise a way to draw off some of the capture magic before the spell can employ it against Alex. This gives him relief and the castor a minor source of power. In some RPGs Alex has been frozen/preserved at times when his mastor has little use for him.

If Alex wanders far away enough then his master cannot locate him to finish off the spell (which is attached to Alex). Once this happens Alex may resort to running and avoiding cities with a ton of magic in them. He may also look for a "cure" if a person or institution seems knowledgeable enough. He may also search after some of his past as a young child, before this disastor, in part of a search for a cure. He would probably hire himself out as a mercenary when he needed food and money.

Lex will often binge drink or take other drugs to kill any pain experienced because of his "allergies." Most medicincal cures are magical and he goes to great lengths to avoid those. Alcohol, on the other hand, is relatively safe but a very temporary solution. Bars are also simple where some of the lower class hang out and that makes it more appealing to him.

He will often be afraid to sleep with a girl, paranoid that she has a subtle magic talent that he does not wish to tangle with. Also, while he is in pain or very sick, he simply doesn't have an interest in it or the energy for it. However, he does enjoy scandalous entertainment and has been known to act more affectionately and friendly when drunk. He does not like the idea of getting a girl pregnant since he wouldn't stick around for the baby, or probably long enough to even find out she was pregnant. Kids annoy him because they are loud and ask well-meaning questions.

Super Long Ago History: A normally reclusive band of elves found Alex as a baby after the traveling party his mother had been with was destroyed. These elves were enamored more of the forest and certain crafts. They held some (ancient razz ) knowledge about these things that other elves did not -- as most elvin clans did, except that this clan was one of the most reclusive. Alex learned a few of the legends taught to the Elvish children but little else before the entire camp was attacked and destroyed by his current master. Or, possible, just a part of the camp was destroyed in a raid, but Alex has heard since that people believe the whole band of elves and whatever knowledge they had have been lost. He was only five or six when it happened, so he could neither say for sure himself nor find the forest they had lived in to search for more clues. During this raid/massacre is when the spell was cast on him but the castor was interrupted and decided to capture him instead because Alex was a human, and therefore more maliable than an elf.

My profile, now in story form!
Eh? My name? my name be Greff...Greff McDern an' if ya'll wanna ta be knowin me, ya better grab a stool by the bar. They call me ol' McDern, but it ain't cause am old ya see? It's cause I be reliable. I'm always right were I need to be an the world don't got a soul that can tell me elsewise. I also like things old. Ya see, somethin old is somethin you can trust. Ya know how it be workin' and ya can trust that. Now I don't go around discriminatin 'gainst them new things, no sir, I be the tolerant sort. But lemme tell ya'll that I don't stand for somethin or someone you can't depend on. Trust is an easy thing to loose, so don't you be given it out an all ya hear? Be sure ya know who it be ya can trust. Anyways, ya asked me how it was I came to be in the Ruby Cup, cause I dont own it ya know. Oh no, not me, though I am the only one who knows and its gonna stay that way ya hear? Well when I was just a wee lad, my daddy hunted out in them woods, used to always catch our meals, worked our own land an sold a bit to the town for them cold seasons. Well, then it be the season of the wolves, prolly before ya even showed yer face in town. Thems wolves got into everythin. Chicken coups, cow barns, horse stables. An they be unnatural, cause anythin' they didnt take, they destroy. Why I swear they started a fire in the hay barn the Basils used to own. Well we didn't deal in no livestock..not more n' a few chickens anyway. So them wolves decided they'd break into the house. It was evenin when my pa came in outa breath an all. We didnt have much time, ma and pa hid us in the wardrobe and barred all the doors. They got in though. By the time they finished with ma and pa, their snouts were so full of blood they couldn't finds the rest of us. So they left. Well we knew the merchant who pa dealt with all the time, so we went to him. He gave my older brothers work with the loadin team an' my sister had a way with numbers. But I didnt wanna leave. See I wasn't finished with them wolves. So he got me a job here. Thats right, long time ago I worked in the stables. Well so be it as time moved on, the man who owns this here bar stared out as a merchant hisself. Well he up and wanted to sell the tavern, but I said no sir, I need this here tavern to run. So I struck a deal with him. I run the tavern while he up an' away an then i get paid. I didnt mind, if it meeant stayin at the tavern. So I agreed. I used the time to train, but all I could get my hands on was this here cludgel. ventually I hunted down thems wolves, many years afta what they did. Once that was over, I joined the garrison, had another boy come in an fill my shoes at the tavern. They gave me a cavalry hammer an a horse and told me I was part of the order of somethin or other. All I know is that after two campains, I missed home too much... So I got my discharge an came back here with my good ol' cludgel. I know how to use it now, but I got a few ol' wounds in the process. They act up every now an then, but least I still around to feel it. An let that be a lesson to ya, every scar I got, I gave the guy worse for it.

Appearence: Greff McDern is a war veteran with enough scares to sshow for it. He isnt decked in them, but his hide isnt without its flaws. The man is big, though whether its from muscle or fat is hard to tell with all his girth. He normally wears a short sleeved green shirt with a stained white appron and grey pants. HIs boots are big and heavy and tipped with metal. He never uses is, but he keeps a breastplate from his glory days on the wall behind the counter and it is still useable as his the cludgel hidden under the counter. Greff is really hairy, esspeecially on his arms. His brown eyes are small and narrow, in contrast to the large nose that sits on his face. He has a well sculpted mouth set below a bushy mustache, although he manages to keep the beard at bay. His hair is really dark brown, with long side burns reaching down past his ears. His voice is low and gruff like a woodsmen. He usually has a towel tucked in his apron, but most of the time its in his hand, cleaning a seemingly endless supply of dirty glasses

Name - Mahayr de`Ba`Haleahr

Also Known As- Masque`, Mare, DocylMare

Companion/Mate- S`qarr

Race/Lineage- Gorean, of Noble Birth

Education - High Formal; Caste

Sex - Female

Height - 5' 4"

Eyes - Green

Hair - Auburn, streaked silver and gold (worn in a long
braid down her back) Wavy when loose.

Complexion - Pale

Caste - Physicians (Green Robes)

---When in public, Mahayr wears a soft robe of healer's forest green and a darker green outer tunic, tied loosely with a long roped belt. Her thin inner garment is concealed, the bodice tightly laced from waist to collar bone. Her soft leather boots are dyed dark green and also laced. When not working or at home she may be slippered or bare-footed. On formal occasions she will wear a headdress, veils, long gloves, and heavy outer robe. Her conduct will always reflect the wishes of her Mate, and the Men who allow her to remain Free.

---Mahayr has spent many years as a Gorean Mistress, her work on Gor being to provide safe haven and training for slaves - mainly those who have been abused, abandoned, or otherwise left shattered and torn.

---Her home for the past several years has been mainly with her Mate, S`qarr, at the Dragon's Heart Inn and Tavern, and her visits to the Masquerade Inn have been infrequent. She makes every effort to remember her place, who she is, and where she came from.




The Masquerade Inn


Ba`Haleahr Manor

Identity-
Name:Carmine
Nickname:Carmen, Carmel, The Princely, The Princess, The Debutant, The baby(he's the youngest 'Freak' thus far)
Alias: The Shifter
Age: 17
Gender: (Female/Male) Both, kind of. He spends most of the time as a male though.
Occupation: Freak. He has the ability to change his gender

Physically-
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'7
Weight: 130 lbs


Clothes: His clothes tend to be very victorian when off stage, ruffly with high collars. He tends to wear a lot of blue, black and red. He likes to be seen as sophisticated.I don't think I need to elaborate that much. It varies from day to day.

Outfit for the stage: When he is onstage he wears a tight tuxedo-esk outfit that's fabric denotes the change in gender. It's made of a shiney red and black material. Also he wears dark gloves and boots to keep his proper appearance.

Appearance: Carmine is a very slender young man, when he is a man at least. His skin is very pale, because of the fact that he's hidden away most of the time. He's face is round, young and very feminin. His hair seems short when you look at him from the front but exceedingly long in the back. It is kept in a neat poneytail. His locks are golden, vividly so. In all, he is described to be beautiful yet sad.

History: Carmine was born with a silverspoon in his mouth, rich at birth. He was a publicity stunt that actually brought his father from a lesser known politician to a famous US senator. Though he was wealthy he was raised into an elevated sense of dicipline. Many did not like him because of the fact that they were playing pretend while he was reading Poe. At six the parents created another publicity stunt to make his mother have a more down to earth image, just in time for her maternity wear line to come out. The two found a certain happiness in each other, contented. Both hardly knew their parents because of their bussiness trips and such but consequently when they paid him visits it brought him much happiness. You see he was also a son of a Fashion Model turned Designer. Two parents at two different spectrums left them with not alot of time for each other, let alone their son.

At the age of ten, little Rena, that he called his sister suddenly became very ill. It was about the same time she discovered she could change little parts of her appearance gradually. Carmine sort of new faul play was afoot but he was a child so he couldn't comprehend that his parents were poisoning her food and her water with bacteria, which wouldn't set of the murder radar when found in her autopsy. Rena couldn't leave her bed for a long while. Carmine entertained her with opera selections, read her stories and poetries. When she was six and he was twelve she passed.

One day at the age of thirteen he found something rather wiered about himself. He woke up one morning to find that he had turned into a female. He came to his parents with his problem but they looked at him with disgust. He changed back and forth and in between constantly until he found a way to pretty much control it. Still there were times of sparatic switching. His parents tried almost everything to rid their son of this problem and themselves from this shame. They found no cure and even plastic surgery could effect the child in an even worse manner. So he was kept hidden away in an even bigger solitude, beaten when they were in anguish from his 'little gift'.Seems the death of Rena made them a little more insane, having never abused her physically. Soon he was forgotten, left hungry. That was when he made his escape.

He found the circus almost on the brink of death where the Ring Master found him, consoled him and treated his wounds. He didn't look back and found that the word Freak was only a Technicallity.


Psychically-
Personality: He's brooding, dark and quiet. Alot of the time he's pretty moody and keeps to himself. Other times he's sweet, inquisitive and understanding. When he's about the Ring Master, he is open, thoughtful,happy(big plus), and above all loyal. I swear, he could take a bullet for him.


Likes: He likes reading, art and drama but most of all he likes Opera, listening to it and singing it. Because of his 'feminin side'(titter) he has a very beautiful soprano, alto, tenor and baritone voice. Yes, his favorite food is pears and his second favorite is lamb.

Dislikes: Other people(cept the Ringmaster and the Freaks), television because it's repetitive, violence, yellow.

Hobbies: He likes to draw, act, sing,listen to opera, and more creative things.

Quirks: The gender switching part.Lately it's been harder to control it. When performing in the freak show, instead of just showing off his 'talent' he turns it into a real performance, where he not only changes his form he sings and emote. He needs to get out his thespian bent somehow.

Habits: Taps fingers when he's angry.Rubs his arms when he's nervous or embarressed.

Fears: The boy has much to fear.One is seeing his own blood, makes him queezy. He would hate to have his parents find him. They would kill him to keep their careers and probably could get away with it too. Also, his more emotional fear is to never be loved. It's sort of sad, having never had any love to begin with. This is a huge problem for him, the whole gender changing thing. Many people wouldn't be able to accept him and make him feel like he probably should.

Quote: "Have you heard of Botticelli's Venus? To be a muse is my purpose for this generation"

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Here is a little character insight from one of the stories I am working on. It is based in feudal Japan. While this character presents many similar characteristics to an anime character in the anime InuYasha, you are assured they are not related.

Name: Kikyo
Age: 19
Height: 5"7'
Weight: Middleweight
Race: A human. Priestess of a shrine.
Appearance: A fair maiden with silky, flowing, ebony hair that is tied into a loose ponytail. Her clothes are always neat and immaculate, and are of traditional priestess attire. Her eyes are deep and soulful. She stands tall and often gives off the impression of 'gliding' whilst she is walking.

Personality: Being the head priestess and miko, a lot of responsibilities, reliance and respect are directed towards Kikyo. However, this does not go to her head, and she fufills her duties diligently. Rather modest, and sometimes quiet, she usually enjoys listening to others and helping them with her problems, preferring not to trouble anyone with hers. She has deep love and concern for her younger sister Hotaru, and is absolutely loyal and dedicated. Kikyo's mild manner can be put into test when strongly challenged and opposed. She loves people with passion, and is willing to set aside differences to befriend others.

Background: Kikyo is the eldest daughter of a family whom the older generation, no longer exist. Her only sibling is a weak, fragile girl of 13, Hotaru. Kikyo's family were well known heads of the village's local herbal remedies, and offered hospitality services. However, a demon raid some 12 years ago when Kikyo was just 7, saw her witness the slaughtering of innocent people, and most of all, her parents. Since then, the village has repatched and moved on, and Kikyo stepped up to take over her family's business. Kikyo is constantly caring for her younger sister, who is always prone to illness.