THE YOU:
Names: Emi (left) & Ayane (right)
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi (Emi is more open about it)
Hair Color: White
Hair Length: Upper back
Eye Color: Grey
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 115
Body Type: Svelte, thin
YOUR ROLE
Role: Servant; Maid
Kingdom: Zalto
Home: (Leave Blank)
Current marital/relationship status: Single
Race: Phoenix
ABILITIES & WEAPONS
Ability: Head Static:
-In direct opposition to the tradition twin abilities/stereotypes, I have decided it best to play to the theme of their personalities. Instead of the very standard twin-telepathy, this ability will sabotage the twins' ability to understand/communicate; most intensely with themselves, but impacting the way they understand/communicate with others in the vicinity as well. This is the passive function; the active function is that for three turns Ayane or Emi, when within a one hundred foot radius of each other, may damage cognitive function of other player characters within one hundred feet of either twin. The effects of this are more comical than harmful, and are likely to simply lighten the mood of whatever scene they are a part; it should be noted that there is a cooldown of three turns to keep this from being seen as an auto/OP move; also, only one twin may use this function of the move at a time. Ex: target is 50’ from Ayane but 150’ from Emi; Ayane may impair that character’s ability to, I don’t know, count--and let’s say he’s a merchant--hilarity ensues. It may not double. And, to reiterate, the passive function is always in effect for the twins themselves, so to ensure hilarious mishaps when the twins are near. Targets will have their intelligence halved during the active portion, if you must assign a numerical value…
Weapon: Throwing knives
Stats:
Emi:
x Strength: 0(+5)
x Agility: 0(+15)
x Endurance: 0(+6)
x Intelligence: 10
x Traits: Riding, Literacy (-10), Craftsman (-10), Escapist (-10), Novice fighter (-10), Master Thief (-25), Master Projectile (-25)
Survived year 201 +10 to any one stat, unallocated
Ayane:
x Strength: 8(+5)
x Agility: 5(+4)
x Endurance: 5(+1)
x Intelligence: 7
x Traits: Alchemist (-10), Musician (-10) Novice Fighter (-10), Novice Projectile (-10), Good Under Pressure (-10), Master Poison (-25)
SECRETS
Survived year 201 +10 to any one stat, unallocated
Bio:
From reasonably well-to-do parents in Bellris comes the spunky, quirky, and sometimes downright creepy twins Emi and Ayane. Their mother had an eye for jewelry, and a much disputed claim to one of the lesser houses in the kingdom gone republic (cue booing); their father had an impeccable work ethic, a steady hand (when supplied a syrupy thick drink from the top shelf that was, rightly, confused with the stain used on the nice new railing they had out fron…)
--they had hammer out for themselves, nonetheless without being recognised as nobles, a life that was rather cushy. When things worked, they really worked, even going so far as to get invited to that one ball that one time when a certain prince was coronated--but that a, how do you say, delicate operation. Home life was a lot more “normal” for the twins, uh, normally, that is. By this I of course mean there wasn’t a week or so stretch between breakdowns, the kinds which the debutants sucking the profits from the wonderful theatre troupes of Zalto and Leonis what have, and might have, killed for; indeed there was hardly a way to tell the passage of the smooth, sheenless time in the flat if not for the punctuating breakings of glass. These were often accompanied by a lovely, showy, if not avant-garde, fashion show on the front lawn wherein the best of the month, made up of countless donations from all over the realm were displayed in a most elegant stream through the air. The neighbors, deputised into VIP and perhaps buyers, were always speechless; and the poor girls were always just a little bashful when it was “bring your daughter to work day.”
Work, as it so happened, was part of a neatly packed guild of artists who could all, it seemed, use their breath to loosen paint on their canvases. Yes, a bunch of drunks; unlike carbon in that, cramped in that hot room, put under the pressure of unbelieveable deadlines, they did not form a gem but instead, more like fruit, simply fermented their rotten ideas. The surliness and apathy condensed, and they had an elixir which would grant them infinite stamina--or something; it got them through, anyway--known to the working man as “Bitching.”
And so when he was diluted with that drink… He came home for another!
Their mother’s half of that cycle was a little more cheery. She spent most of her days sneaking through her dear husband’s things--sorry: husband’s girlfriends’ things--mostly for jewelry. She was apparently a natural. She took those little rocks, those nice, smooth, sparkling rocks, and pawned them off at various jewelers; having her reputation untarnished, she was able to ask honest trades and prices for them, eventually getting together a nice little nest-egg for herself…
One day it occurred to them that this was not, in fact as crazy as their family could get (only the mother knew of everything before). Emi, who liked to read and was often seen as more talented than her sister, found herself at her wit’s end. See, for the past for years (they were about 14 now) Emi and Ayane had been going into town with their father. Mother had only allowed it because she knew for a fact the streets were secure. Ayane had an interest in the visual arts. This was one area the where the two would not compete; apparently Emi was out seeking apprenticeships at libraries or some other.
Emi would be the one to set meet-up times and schedule lunch and so on; Ayane simply wanted to get to it. For whatever it was worth she made herself into one of the standard paint-mixers in the realm. Emi began to notice, after a time, that Ayane would be acting a little strangely when it came time to leave for the day; she’d always been a little loud, but there were times when she seemed to lose control, saying wild, impossible things, laughing at nothing at all, and even more concerning: silent. She flew off home that night with Ayane in tow, just like any other, with the intent to bring it up after supper. She and her mother discussed it in the closet which was fast becoming a gem cache.
Unfortunately, that conversation would be less than Emi bargained for. Her mother simply dismissed it, saying, “that’s just like Ayane. Poor goor takes after her father.” And then it was on to business. What had been a lonely venture was now a budding opportunity to make money and spend more time with her daughter while doing it; so the crafty old girl asked Emi to help her out on a little, um, project.
That summer the two of them, while Ayane and father of the year made paintings that were worth somehow less than the canvas they were on, work tirelessly to re-invigorate the fashion of the towns nearby. It spilled out into the whole county and soon Emi’s handiwork, embroidered gowns, the likes of which had been fetching exasperating prices in the marketplaces of Zalto, had even found their way to Ethe’s capital.
Yes, everyone seemed to love them. Emi and her mother spent more and more time away from home, going “on holiday” for months at a time to station themselves, according to the heavily mottoed, invisible handbook, “close enough to the heat to cook; far enough back not to burn.” And indeed, as with most artists of the time, any means of signing the dress, gowns, hats, were all discouraged vehemently. However, even the most prosperous of times must pass as well.
It happened one summer. Their loving father, sober for the first time in memory, called for a large celebration. Apparently he had a painting that actually sold, and had more money jingling around in his pocket than usual. So there they were, all five of them: mom, dad, Ayane, Emi, the strange lady who smelled of perfume and boredom. Supper was nice: some kind of lamb or something. There was also a nice wine and a new candlestick purchased. All in all, there were few expenses spared in making this the best night for everyone--the place looked horrible, by the way.
What was most interesting was what this new woman was wearing…
Afterward came the fighting; this time all took part. In his rage, their drunken father abandoned all of them. Said he was much better off when he only had to worry about himself. He might have been right, but in any case the family had separated never to rejoin. The girls followed the money and moved to Zalto. Not wishing to be dead weight, or continue this stealing business with mom, the twins searched for employment...
Dreams: Emi wants to become a royal seamstress; Ayane would like to manage a minstrel troupe. Emi wants Ayane to be alright; Ayane would like very much to see Emi dead. Emi wants to find a nice, quiet house; Ayane dreams of marrying into a prominent house.
Greatest fears: Emi has agoraphobia; Ayane is moderately germaphobic. Both fear being misunderstood; both are intensely afraid of each other. Both are afraid of their nobles not--ahem!--noticing them.
Unique mannerisms/physical habits Both have this curious habit of trying to sabotage each other's sentences. Emi will literally turn away and form a theme song for a person on the spot when they first meet--continually refining it over the course of their relationship, of course. Ayane will try to ascertain one’s fighting power (whatever that means, no one seems to know) upon first meeting. They have cute sneezes.
DETAILS:
Username: Cotton Shorts Kid
Phoenix Length: 5' (head to tail) 5'5" (wingspan)
Phoenix Weight: 12lbs
Dragon/Phoenix URL picture Link: Emi I Ayane
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Owner: N/A
Price: N/A
Pets: Two cats (Sancho & Pelican)
Other: They sell crafts on the side.
Criminal Record: Petty theft.
PAYMENT:
Monthly Payment: 200EC (x2 for twins?)
Job: Maid
Job Payment: 125 (x2 for twins?)
Guild (Leave Blank)
Caymi
river rocker
I think that should do it... sweatdrop
