Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2023 22:41:17 GMT -5
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Discord Name: silvertempestxx (Discord is highly recommended)
Starting Character: Ember
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Hybrid (Celestial/Human)
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 8000 points) (Customs = 7000 points)
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
Starting Technique: Kiai, Fire Breath, Bukujutsu, Deflect, Dodonpa
Advantages & Disadvantages: Sense & Leadership; Next Dimension 2/4 Weeks; Can’t use Mystic or Daemon
Character Bio: Ember was born an outcast. From the day she was brought into the world, wailing and covered in ichor, she was not desired. As such, she barely drew her first breath when she was chucked into the woods of a forest nearby her home, left to die. Strangely, a fae woman took pity upon the wailing baby girl with fiery red hair and golden eyes, and brought her back to a small village on the outsides of the Autumn Court, and raised her in secret as her own.
She grew to love being around the Fae Folk, only to realize at a very young age that they didn’t love to be around her. She was shunned throughout her schooling, and throughout her childhood learned that she wasn’t meant for the Fae, nor the human world.
After her graduation, Ember left her home at 18 (much to the dismay of her adoptive mother) and began to do odd jobs for people that didn’t like having questions asked. Years passed, and while she went back often to visit her adoptive mother, Ember began to realize that she wanted more than the life of the mercenary that killed people for petty coin, and has now set off on a journey to find just why her birth parents abandoned her, and who they are.
Character Picture:
Sample RP:
Would it hurt if I clawed my eyes out?
That is the first thought that forms in my head every morning, without fail. It has been the never-ending, recurring thought that plagues my mind, before I go to sleep, and the moment I wake up.
Before turning 25, life was normal for me. I got up, went to class at the community college, and listened to stuffy lectures. I wrote down my notes, and after classes were over, went back home to change into my clothes for my short shift at the local coffee shop, Mug Life. I craved that normalcy again, the feeling of a routine, of being able to greet the grumpy 80-year-old man that always complained about the shop having too many options - I missed hearing my professor drone on and on about how this generation would “never appreciate classic literature”.
You’re probably wondering - what is this bitch whining about, then? Well, forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. Or rather, my great-great-great-great-grandfather sinned.
According to my mother, my great-great– oh, you get the gist - Grandaddy Ambrose was a lecher. As in, take a playboy from today, and multiply that by 20. He was known for breaking hearts, and using his good looks to his advantage to bed women, sing praises, whisper sweet nothings into their ears, and then high-tail it to the next town when he got bored. When he was 25, he stumbled across a woman that he KNEW he wanted to have - one problem though - she was already betrothed to another. Isadora Brooks was a goddess during her time. Full hips, a round belly, dark hair and light eyes - which evidently meant that she was able to make it through the winter without dying and could bear plenty of children. Ew.
I know, I know, I’m getting off topic. Isadora was betrothed to one of the most renowned men in a small town that was located in what we now know to be Brunswick, Maine. He was everything a mother could want for their daughter - wealthy, strong, and able to provide for her family. And he was powerful. From what Mom told me, he was the son of a wealthy man who owned a horse farm, and sold said horses to men wealthier than him for races. That means that for Isadora, a woman who was the daughter of an old seamstress - who had been rumored to be a witch - this marriage was everything for her, as well as her mother.
Then came dear old Grandpa Ambrose. He rode in on the old horse he had managed to seduce out of a woman a few towns over, and knew he had to have Isadora. But, Isa’s mother, Minnie, could see straight through Ambrose. The wizened woman had seen her fair share of rakes throughout her life, and warned Isa to stay away from him. Isadora, being young and kind, her heart full of hope for everyone, ignored her mother’s warnings. Can you guess what happened next?
Ambrose seduced Isadora, with promises of an untold fortune back home, a sprawling estate full of gardens and expensive silks, and more. Isadora knew she couldn’t break off the engagement, so she began to have an affair with my dear old lecher of a great-great-great-great-grandfather. Eventually, Ambrose had enough of her and rode off after leaving her a short, simple note.
It pains me to tell you this, my dear Isadora, but I simply do not feel the same way that you do towards me.
It had gone something like that, but regardless, Isadora was left heartbroken, torn into pieces, and pregnant. Minnie was enraged - she had known from the moment that Ambrose had rode into town that he would bring darkness, despair, and sadness with him when he left. And he did - Isadora had a miscarriage halfway into the pregnancy due to the stress of losing Ambrose, and her betrothed left her, believing that she was unfit to give him an heir.
In her fury, she cast a curse onto his bloodline. At the age of 25, every babe born under Ambrose’ lineage would be doomed to fall in love with every person they laid eyes upon. Minnie made sure to get the message to Ambrose - how, I’m not really sure. I guess some of the details have been lost throughout the generations. Ambrose thought it was a farce when he first got the message, and of course didn’t let it get to him. But the day his first son turned 25, and laid eyes upon the village spinster - he knew the curse was real.
Discord Name: silvertempestxx (Discord is highly recommended)
Starting Character: Ember
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Hybrid (Celestial/Human)
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 8000 points) (Customs = 7000 points)
- Strength: 1400
- Speed: 1400
- Toughness: 1400
- Stamina: 1400
- Vitality: 1400
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
- Determination:
- Charisma:
- Intelligence: 5
Starting Technique: Kiai, Fire Breath, Bukujutsu, Deflect, Dodonpa
Advantages & Disadvantages: Sense & Leadership; Next Dimension 2/4 Weeks; Can’t use Mystic or Daemon
Character Bio: Ember was born an outcast. From the day she was brought into the world, wailing and covered in ichor, she was not desired. As such, she barely drew her first breath when she was chucked into the woods of a forest nearby her home, left to die. Strangely, a fae woman took pity upon the wailing baby girl with fiery red hair and golden eyes, and brought her back to a small village on the outsides of the Autumn Court, and raised her in secret as her own.
She grew to love being around the Fae Folk, only to realize at a very young age that they didn’t love to be around her. She was shunned throughout her schooling, and throughout her childhood learned that she wasn’t meant for the Fae, nor the human world.
After her graduation, Ember left her home at 18 (much to the dismay of her adoptive mother) and began to do odd jobs for people that didn’t like having questions asked. Years passed, and while she went back often to visit her adoptive mother, Ember began to realize that she wanted more than the life of the mercenary that killed people for petty coin, and has now set off on a journey to find just why her birth parents abandoned her, and who they are.
Character Picture:
Sample RP:
Would it hurt if I clawed my eyes out?
That is the first thought that forms in my head every morning, without fail. It has been the never-ending, recurring thought that plagues my mind, before I go to sleep, and the moment I wake up.
Before turning 25, life was normal for me. I got up, went to class at the community college, and listened to stuffy lectures. I wrote down my notes, and after classes were over, went back home to change into my clothes for my short shift at the local coffee shop, Mug Life. I craved that normalcy again, the feeling of a routine, of being able to greet the grumpy 80-year-old man that always complained about the shop having too many options - I missed hearing my professor drone on and on about how this generation would “never appreciate classic literature”.
You’re probably wondering - what is this bitch whining about, then? Well, forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. Or rather, my great-great-great-great-grandfather sinned.
According to my mother, my great-great– oh, you get the gist - Grandaddy Ambrose was a lecher. As in, take a playboy from today, and multiply that by 20. He was known for breaking hearts, and using his good looks to his advantage to bed women, sing praises, whisper sweet nothings into their ears, and then high-tail it to the next town when he got bored. When he was 25, he stumbled across a woman that he KNEW he wanted to have - one problem though - she was already betrothed to another. Isadora Brooks was a goddess during her time. Full hips, a round belly, dark hair and light eyes - which evidently meant that she was able to make it through the winter without dying and could bear plenty of children. Ew.
I know, I know, I’m getting off topic. Isadora was betrothed to one of the most renowned men in a small town that was located in what we now know to be Brunswick, Maine. He was everything a mother could want for their daughter - wealthy, strong, and able to provide for her family. And he was powerful. From what Mom told me, he was the son of a wealthy man who owned a horse farm, and sold said horses to men wealthier than him for races. That means that for Isadora, a woman who was the daughter of an old seamstress - who had been rumored to be a witch - this marriage was everything for her, as well as her mother.
Then came dear old Grandpa Ambrose. He rode in on the old horse he had managed to seduce out of a woman a few towns over, and knew he had to have Isadora. But, Isa’s mother, Minnie, could see straight through Ambrose. The wizened woman had seen her fair share of rakes throughout her life, and warned Isa to stay away from him. Isadora, being young and kind, her heart full of hope for everyone, ignored her mother’s warnings. Can you guess what happened next?
Ambrose seduced Isadora, with promises of an untold fortune back home, a sprawling estate full of gardens and expensive silks, and more. Isadora knew she couldn’t break off the engagement, so she began to have an affair with my dear old lecher of a great-great-great-great-grandfather. Eventually, Ambrose had enough of her and rode off after leaving her a short, simple note.
It pains me to tell you this, my dear Isadora, but I simply do not feel the same way that you do towards me.
It had gone something like that, but regardless, Isadora was left heartbroken, torn into pieces, and pregnant. Minnie was enraged - she had known from the moment that Ambrose had rode into town that he would bring darkness, despair, and sadness with him when he left. And he did - Isadora had a miscarriage halfway into the pregnancy due to the stress of losing Ambrose, and her betrothed left her, believing that she was unfit to give him an heir.
In her fury, she cast a curse onto his bloodline. At the age of 25, every babe born under Ambrose’ lineage would be doomed to fall in love with every person they laid eyes upon. Minnie made sure to get the message to Ambrose - how, I’m not really sure. I guess some of the details have been lost throughout the generations. Ambrose thought it was a farce when he first got the message, and of course didn’t let it get to him. But the day his first son turned 25, and laid eyes upon the village spinster - he knew the curse was real.
