Fantasy Aerial Distinction

[Spazzycat101]

Name: Sadime Petrova


Nickname: Sadime


Gender: Female


Species: half bred (half human, half bird)


Age: 20 Maturity: Same


Personality: She cares for a lot of things, she's caring and sensitive but hardly shows any other emotion then kindness, even when upset. She isn't afraid to get her hands dirty, and is perfectly fine with killing the wrong people, she usually is loyal and has recently only showed being serious and commanding.


Miscellaneous (traits): Due to her looks and figure, Sadime can be quite persuasive, and charming with the men, sometimes even flirty.


Appearance (pic and/or desc.):

Attire (pic and/or desc.):

(JUST THE DRESS NOTHING ELSE, DUE TO FEATHERS AND WINGS, NO GUN HOLSTER AND LESS CLEVAGE)


Magic type*: Dark Magic


Magical equipment*: N/A


Weaponry*: Two duel black katana,


Miscellaneous (items): N/A other than a bit of food.


Backstory: To be reveled.


Writing Sample (This is unnecessary if one is already submitted): The Dark

Sadime couldn't see, muffled voices seemed to come from all direction, it was pitch black, but light seemed to erupt from random places, it was humid, like she was in a enclosed in a small space. Sadime sweated with fear and anticapation. What happened, all she could remember was the smoke and the fire, filling into her room, her parents screams, the men..., Sadime banged on the wood but it was to hard, her fear overwhelmed her thoughts. "Hey!!, let me out!!" Sadime yelled, her small 13 year old voice, muffled out by more voices. "Open up, the crate." A gruff voice said, seeming to hush the voices, the crate opened up, erupting the crate with light, and Sadime shielded her eyes, as a figure reached down to grab her with open arms...






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Could you perhaps at least have put in a tad bit more detail in the personality portion? Also, this RP isn't really a steampunk one.


And... I hate to be so blunt... but...


There is a concerning amount of typos. This is a detailed RP, and I understand the occasional issue with typing. I had to edit this sentence, I mess up too. In here, though, it's just... putting me off. :\


In other RPs, I can hardly stand the carelessness some people seem to throw into their posts, disregarding grammar and capitalization, among other mistakes. It's honestly painful for me to watch, so if I GM a roleplay, I'm not going to allow someone who seems to have almost as little regard join. It would melt my mind like sugar. (Which is surprisingly fun to watch melt.


Another thing here, if I mention that you can keep the backstory a secret, then you can. If I mention that, even though that is allowed, I at least want to know their place of origin, that should be included. If they're a foreigner, say so. At least include that. Read the requirements, please.

 

[Anaxial]

[WIP]


Name: Reynault Yhardel


Nickname: The Crusader


Gender: Male


Species: Human


Age: 25


Maturity: Mature but playfully so.


Personality: Kind and virtuous, Reynault is a man who can lead others with Stalwart dedication, while also being very easy to talk to. He is very serious when it comes to


protecting those he cares about and is indifferent to helping others. Though he won't go out of his way to save a stranger, he will not leave a person to die or be harmed. Reynault can be humorous from time to time, not afraid to confide his feelings and appreciates those who can confide in him. Those who speak their mind are often much more accepted in Reynault's company.

"Acts of goodness are not always wise, and acts of evil are not always foolish, but regardless, we should always strive to be good." ~ Reynault Yhardel

Miscellaneous (traits):


Appearance (pic and/or desc.):


Attire (pic and/or desc.):


Magical equipment*:


Weaponry*:


Miscellaneous (items):


Backstory* (Please include place of origin at the bare minimum. Backstory may also be marked as ‘to be revealed’):

 

[Luminescent]

Name: Uphion Alamas (YOO-fee-on AH-luh-mass)


Nickname: Uphi


Gender: Female


Species: Human


Age: 18


Maturity: NA


Personality: Rarely curteous and kind, and often declared a "bitch". Usually a risk-taker and generally ambitious, however, her curiosity is at a destructively high level. She is very self-controlled, and calm, and she doesn't like physical fights. Instead she prefers civil, intelligent arguments, in which she will shred any sliver of self-worth you had. She is typicalls nurturing and trusting, but it takes a small bit of "getting to know you" before you can achieve it. She is loyal to those who are loyal to her, and the same way with honesty. However, if she thinks it is best to lie in any given scenario, she might do so. She is occassionally flirty, but never romantic. She is 50% optimistic, and 50% pessimistic, depending on the day. She is very observant and logical, however, somewhat solitary. She is somewhat emotionally stable, as is everyone.


Miscellaneous (traits):


Annoyed by self-harming habits.


Prone to lip-chewing.


Annoyed by repeated sounds.


Makes odd noises or movements when stressed or nervous.


Attire: (Because I lack any technological skill, I will give a link instead of inserting a picture. She fluctuates from the middle 4 outfits.)


female fantasy outfits


Appearance: (This is what she looks like, face/hair/eyes/body-type wise. However, her eyebrows are a little bit thicker. I'm weird about eyebrows... Ignore the clothing/armour.)


Character Portraits : Photo


Magic type*: A witch, but hates being called one. Thinks of it as a demeaning term. Prefers wizard, even though there is a male connotation. Prefers Air and Fire magic, although dabbles in everything. Still a student.


Magical equipment*: Carries around a small, wooden, carved wand, about 12" in length. Also carries a small leather-bound notebook for remembering tricky spells.


Weaponry*: None. Fighting is neither her strong suit, nor preferred.


Miscellaneous (items): Carries around a small front crossing satchel made of thin leather. In it, she keeps her notebook, a small pencil, her wand, and other knick-knacks she finds.


Backstory: Born in the far, far west. Deep, foresty Watermill. Through the years, she slowly came toward the capital where she lives today.


The rest is to be revealed.


Writing Sample: (Yes, it is modern, not fantasy, and I apologize.)


Caroline slammed the door to her parents car. After several insults from her parents, she apologized. She was fuming after her fight with her boyfriend. She stomped foot after foot to the trailhead. "Watch it, missy," scolded her father. She grunted and continued hiking. After about a mile into the narrow slot canyon, her mind was clear. She had forgotten all about the petty argument. Her movements were clean and precise, as if she had hiked this canyon many times. And she had. In fact, it was her favorite. Deep water pools, tall piles of boulders, canyons so deep you couldn't see the sun. She poured some water from her Nalgene onto her hands and slicked back the fly-aways from her pony tail. She took a sip, and re-clipped it to her bag. Her parents called for her to slow, but she ignored them. She was having too much fun, even if a smile wasn't present on her face. The air was clean and crisp, as she took deep, smooth breaths. The air flowed into her lungs and burned at her chest. She loved it. Her heart rate was up and steady. The wind flew past her face and stung her cheeks. Her feet stopped. She was on the top of a huge pile of sandy boulders. She grinned from ear to ear and yelled. She didn't care about the sounds coming out of her mouth, just the happiness beaming from her soul. She was on top of the world. (And in the bottom of a canyon.)

 

[Spazzycat101]

Name: Uphion Alamas (YOO-fee-on AH-luh-mass)
Nickname: Uphi


Gender: Female


Species: Human


Age: 18


Maturity: NA


Personality: Rarely curteous and kind, and often declared a "bitch". Usually a risk-taker and generally ambitious, however, her curiosity is at a destructively high level. She is very self-controlled, and calm, and she doesn't like physical fights. Instead she prefers civil, intelligent arguments, in which she will shred any sliver of self-worth you had. She is typicalls nurturing and trusting, but it takes a small bit of "getting to know you" before you can achieve it. She is loyal to those who are loyal to her, and the same way with honesty. However, if she thinks it is best to lie in any given scenario, she might do so. She is occassionally flirty, but never romantic. She is 50% optimistic, and 50% pessimistic, depending on the day. She is very observant and logical, however, somewhat solitary. She is somewhat emotionally stable, as is everyone.


Miscellaneous (traits):


Annoyed by self-harming habits.


Prone to lip-chewing.


Annoyed by repeated sounds.


Makes odd noises or movements when stressed or nervous.


Attire: (Because I lack any technological skill, I will give a link instead of inserting a picture. She fluctuates from the middle 4 outfits.)


female fantasy outfits


Appearance: (This is what she looks like, face/hair/eyes/body-type wise. However, her eyebrows are a little bit thicker. I'm weird about eyebrows... Ignore the clothing/armour.)


Character Portraits : Photo


Magic type*: A witch, but hates being called one. Thinks of it as a demeaning term. Prefers wizard, even though there is a male connotation. Prefers Air and Fire magic, although dabbles in everything. Still a student.


Magical equipment*: Carries around a small, wooden, carved wand, about 12" in length. Also carries a small leather-bound notebook for remembering tricky spells.


Weaponry*: None. Fighting is neither her strong suit, nor preferred.


Miscellaneous (items): Carries around a small front crossing satchel made of thin leather. In it, she keeps her notebook, a small pencil, her wand, and other knick-knacks she finds.


Backstory: Born in the far, far west. Deep, foresty Watermill. Through the years, she slowly came toward the capital where she lives today.


The rest is to be revealed.


Writing Sample: (Yes, it is modern, not fantasy, and I apologize.)


Caroline slammed the door to her parents car. After several insults from her parents, she apologized. She was fuming after her fight with her boyfriend. She stomped foot after foot to the trailhead. "Watch it, missy," scolded her father. She grunted and continued hiking. After about a mile into the narrow slot canyon, her mind was clear. She had forgotten all about the petty argument. Her movements were clean and precise, as if she had hiked this canyon many times. And she had. In fact, it was her favorite. Deep water pools, tall piles of boulders, canyons so deep you couldn't see the sun. She poured some water from her Nalgene onto her hands and slicked back the fly-aways from her pony tail. She took a sip, and re-clipped it to her bag. Her parents called for her to slow, but she ignored them. She was having too much fun, even if a smile wasn't present on her face. The air was clean and crisp, as she took deep, smooth breaths. The air flowed into her lungs and burned at her chest. She loved it. Her heart rate was up and steady. The wind flew past her face and stung her cheeks. Her feet stopped. She was on the top of a huge pile of sandy boulders. She grinned from ear to ear and yelled. She didn't care about the sounds coming out of her mouth, just the happiness beaming from her soul. She was on top of the world. (And in the bottom of a canyon.)

I likey! Accepted. Also, to get it straight, your character is outwardly unkind, but eventually becomes nice?

 

[Luminescent]

Yipeeeeee!! I will post tomorrow. Thank you! We'll see. I cant say anything yet. Also, does everyone have to be nice all the time? Im trying to switch things up a bit from my typical: helpless, blonde, girl with a kind heart and an innocent soul. xD

 

[Dragongal]

Yipeeeeee!! I will post tomorrow. Thank you! We'll see. I cant say anything yet. Also, does everyone have to be nice all the time? Im trying to switch things up a bit from my typical: helpless, blonde, girl with a kind heart and an innocent soul. xD

But your typical was fun xD If it ain't broke don't fix it!

 

[Luminescent]

@Dragongal Thats true... But I dont want to get too attached to one thing.

 

[GreenEyedStranger]

Name: Gallahad


Nickname: The Righteous


Gender: Male


Species: Human


Age: 23 Maturity: 50


(Side note, when I refer to "God" in this character sheet, I'm not implying its the same "God" of christian faith)


Personality: Extremely stern and stoic, encompasses the 'ideal' holy man. Pious to the extreme, takes any and all measures to please his one true God. Often punishes himself whenever he commits any visible sin. Has an extreme prejudice towards necromancers, dark magic users, and other magic users in general.


Miscellaneous (traits): Dislikes all forms of magic except holy and light. When it comes to darker forms of magic, will become hostile to that person immediately upon finding out. Extreme sense of purity in form and grace.


Appearance (pic and/or desc.):


Attire (pic and/or desc.):

Magic type*: Holy, Specialized


Magical equipment*: Sacred Bell Chime, Holy tomes


Weaponry*: Blessed Spike Flail

Miscellaneous (items): Several bags of incense and fragrances, old flowers


Backstory* (Please include place of origin at the bare minimum. Backstory may also be marked as ‘to be revealed’): One of the few remaining practitioners of the one true faith, Gallahad strives to become pure in every way. Hails from the cold iron land of the north.


Always held with a pure mindset, he had long felt the urge to purify the world. Thus it was no surprise that he was invited to join the cult of the old true God. He instantly fell in line with the fierce piety of the religion and quickly became a devotee of God. Evebtually, he was deemed ready to spread the word of God and purify the heretics. Armed with nothing but ancient books and relics that his elders passed onto him, Gallahad set out on his Holy crusade.





Writing Sample (This is unnecessary if one is already submitted):





The night was long in the frigid wastes of the Divide. The quiet snow fell softly onto the hard unforgiving ground and the tarp in which Gallahad had rested in. He was restless, how could he not be, after seeing his compatriot slaughtered. The boy dabbled in magic, but his late companion had a pure heart. Worthy of conversion to the Faith. He shook his head and closed his eyes to drift off to sleep.


Suddenly, he heard the cries of the orcs outside. Gallahads eyes snapped open as he rushed outside the tarp to see a legion of torches and axes charging towards him. Gallahad quickly reaches for his belongings before a scout grabbed his arm and bit it. He screamed in pain before reaching back to grab his holy weapon. With one righteous swoop, the creatures body was liquiefied. Now he ran towards the horizon, with the chime in hand as he prayed to God.





(*=Optional)

 

[Spazzycat101]

Name: Gallahad
Nickname: The Righteous


Gender: Male


Species: Human


Age: 23 Maturity: 50


(Side note, when I refer to "God" in this character sheet, I'm not implying its the same "God" of christian faith)


Personality: Extremely stern and stoic, encompasses the 'ideal' holy man. Pious to the extreme, takes any and all measures to please his one true God. Often punishes himself whenever he commits any visible sin. Has an extreme prejudice towards necromancers, dark magic users, and other magic users in general.


Miscellaneous (traits): Dislikes all forms of magic except holy and light. When it comes to darker forms of magic, will become hostile to that person immediately upon finding out. Extreme sense of purity in form and grace.


Appearance (pic and/or desc.):


Attire (pic and/or desc.):

Magic type*: Holy


Magical equipment*: Sacred Bell Chime, Holy tomes


Weaponry*: Blessed Spike Flail

Miscellaneous (items): Several bags of incense and fragrances, old flowers


Backstory* (Please include place of origin at the bare minimum. Backstory may also be marked as ‘to be revealed’): One of the few remaining practitioners of the one true faith, Gallahad strives to become pure in every way. Although he hails from the Land Beneath All Water, he claims to have no recollection of such a vile place.


His earliest memories are that of residing in a farm stable in the northern lands at the tender age of 8. Always held with a pure mindset, he had long felt the urge to spread the word of his good and mysterious God to the world. Armed with nothing but ancient books and relics that his adoptive parents had recovered from where they found him, he set out on his holy crusade.





Writing Sample (This is unnecessary if one is already submitted):





The night was long in the frigid wastes of the Divide. The quiet snow fell softly onto the hard unforgiving ground and the tarp in which Gallahad had rested in. He was restless, how could he not be, after seeing his compatriot slaughtered. The boy dabbled in magic, but his late companion had a pure heart. Worthy of conversion to the Faith. He shook his head and closed his eyes to drift off to sleep.


Suddenly, he heard the cries of the orcs outside. Gallahads eyes snapped open as he rushed outside the tarp to see a legion of torches and axes charging towards him. Gallahad quickly reaches for his belongings before a scout grabbed his arm and bit it. He screamed in pain before reaching back to grab his holy weapon. With one righteous swoop, the creatures body was liquiefied. Now he ran towards the horizon, with the chime in hand as he prayed to God.





(*=Optional)

Erhm.... If you want, I'll PM you the lore of the Sub-oceanic land (I can't find a good abbreviation, darn it!) but otherwise, you're gonna have to be from someplace else, and that more than likely wouldn't practice lost magics. (Although maybe! There's Delai, blood mage and all that!)

 

[GreenEyedStranger]

@Spazzycat101


Hmm alright. The holy magic is pretty integral to my character... Im not quite sure how my character would come across it though, other than stumbling across a cult.


So should I just edit my backstory and notify you?

 

[Unwavering Knight]

Ah yes, he can join us as we dance and laugh in the house with its walls caked in blood, meat and organs! Welcome to our group of do-gooders Gallahad

 

[Spazzycat101]

@Spazzycat101
Hmm alright. The holy magic is pretty integral to my character... Im not quite sure how my character would come across it though, other than stumbling across a cult.


So should I just edit my backstory and notify you?

Sure, unless you want the lore to be spoiled.

 

[GreenEyedStranger]

On second thought, dont message me the lore. Im sensing some lovecraftian or eldritch vibes from the world beneath the ocean. I love a good mystery

 

[GreenEyedStranger]

@Spazzycat101


Edited, tell me if I should change anything else

 

[GreenEyedStranger]

@Spazzycat101 Not sure if youre still out... Soooooo.... Can I join? :3

 

[Spazzycat101]

I--uh--what? >.> -was studying-


-with my phone suspiciously next to me in order to reply instantly..?-


Well, I do have one thought....


Your character would hate ours,


And out characters would hate yours. ._.


Realistically, one party would kill the other quite early into the RP.


But with the plotty thingy I've got planned, he'd be interesting.


I've got little that I can reasonably object to (other than the past-tense present-tense switching in the sample. As long as that doesn't happen IC, then I might just survive) other than the obvious lack of compatibility with the other characters. That could be interesting at first, but I think it would eventually fall out of place and become a bit too much. >.> Just my thoughts....

 

[GreenEyedStranger]

So is it accepted? I kind of wanted to imply that he might be willing to change and question the morals of his church throughout the rp

 

[Spazzycat101]

In the case that some of the characters might survive, then yes, he's accepted. xD Just try not to go overboard on holy magics and such. For a reference, they are almost ineffective on other magics or those lacking magic, but are powerful against darker magics. It's also very, very uncommon, so there would be little research on the magic except perhaps his own.