Fantasy the Island of Thule [CS]

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Character Sheets

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Likes: [3+]
Dislikes: [3+]
Strengths: [3+]
Weaknesses: [3+]

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality: [1-2 paragraphs]
Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]

WRITING SAMPLE: **Please put in a spoiler tab underneath CS**​

links: ♫. Interest Check | ♫. In Character RP | ♫. Out of Character Chat | ♫. Character Sheets | ♫. Extra/Lore​

 

[Lurker]

Shiny Boi WIP/ Spippey

Age
| Spip spip be six hundred seventy five! Or was it seventy six...Spippey forget. |

Gender
| Gender? Spippey King of gob gob! He best king ever! |

Sexuality
| Spippey want meet nice gob gob lady with big bozangas! |

Species
| You got shiny brain!? Spippey Gob gob! |

Eye Color
| Momma gob gob say Spippey have the shiniest red eyes. That why she tried steal them. |

Hair Color
| Hair? That something gob gob not have. |

Height/Weight
| Spippey short for gob gob...And no time for food when there shinies to get! ( 2 feet tall, 15 pounds) |

Body Type
| Momma gob gob say if Spippey no eat he no longer get shinies...But Spippey still no eat! |

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc
| Spip spip get new hole in ear every time he get new shiny loop! |

Likes
| Oooohhhh Spippey love lotsa things! Most them shiny. Spippey also like tricking people out of their shinies! And he likes it when other friendly gob gob give him their shinies! |

Dislikes
| Humans natural enemy of the gob gob. Spip spip no trust them. Also human form. Luckily he no strong enough to get out! But really anything that no shiny gob gob no like. |

Strengths
| Spip spip great tracker! I good at finding all the shinies possible. The more shinies the better! I also good at tricking people. When you want shiny that someone have, you have to take! Gob gob also very good at getting into small places. |

Weaknesses
| Excuse me!? Spip spip have no weakness you shiny head! I oughta bonk you! ( Weak, slow, short ) |

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality
| Filthy non gob gob want to know about Spip spip? Well I glad you ask! Spip spip is king of gob gobs on island! He the smartest and bestest shiny collector of them all! Every day gob gob people gather on shiny throne to give Spippey offering for being best gob gob King! Spippey not let it go to his head though, he know in one moment all shinies can be gone. He try to stay focused on most important thing, shinies!

King Spippey try not to steal shinies. He much prefer find them when fall from human flying machines. However he not above tricking other non gob gobs out of their shinies! Life is war for shiny and if you not prepared to defend your shiny Spippey take! When not hunting shinies Spippey like long walks on the beach and...Ooohhh Spippey head hurt...Spippey take nap.

Oh..Oh my god. I finally got out. He's been in control for fifty years! Someone help me, I can't control him anymore. There was a point where I could. My goblin form and I are completely separate. He doesn't think! All he cares about is his damn shinies! I just have to watch him do all these stupid things! Oh no...No no no he's coming back! Please help me I can't...

Oooo...Where was Spippey? Oh yeah! Long walks on the beach and going out with hot gob gob ladies. They love the king gob gob! |

Bio
| Non gob gob want to know history of gob gob king? Well okay! Gob gob love talking about themselves. It all started one day when Spip spip came shooting out of momma gob gob like poison from scary plant in jungle.

Momma gob gob was good to Spip spip but she always talk about his shiny. Momma gob gob not supposed to try and take own childs shinies. Spip spip grew up never trusting her. It was hard on Spip spip but he eventually found secret hide place for shiny. Spippey call it the shiny hole. All was well for first two hundred years of Spip spip's childhood. Then one day momma gob gob find shiny hole! She had followed Spip spip to it!

Momma gob gob decide if she cant have spip spip's shinies no one can! So she throw all Spip spip's shinies into the ocean. Spip spip never forgive her. Then one day momma gob gob become shiny head! He try and take Spip spip's shiny eyes out of his head! So Spip spip do the only thing he could...He lock her into shiny hole! He still talk to her every day and even sometime give her shiny.

With momma gob gob no longer try take shinies, Spippey free to get all the shinies he want! He get the most in the kingdom! Friendly gob gobs have no choice but to honor his shiny finding abilities! He become king! |​

 

[Bang Bang]

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Crow Wytch / Death Spirit

Moryea (Mor-i-ah)
"Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven."

basic data

Age: 500+
Gender: Non-Binary (they/them)
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: A spirit of death, known colloquially as a Crow Wytch. Able to assume the form of an enormous human sized crow. In 'human' form, has gnarled skin with feather stubs protruding out of it around the neck, shoulders, waist, wrists, and ankles.
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Black
Build: Lithe, muscular, 5 ft 2 inches
Tattoos/Piercing: Tattoos of crows in flight marking their back and shoulders.

misc

Likes: The cold, physical wealth and luxuries, rare metals, control, keeping others at a distance
Distance: Vulnerability, a loss of agency, powerlessness, sudden loud noises
Strengths: Magic, experience, manipulation
Weaknesses: Aversion to intimacy, isolation, servere distrust, paranoia, little physical combat skills

social

relationships: Master to Meduan.
wip

background

bio:
One of the eldest life forms on the Island, even Moryea knows not the source of their own creation; one day they simple were. Rumoured to have been born from the energy of a mass slaughter that occurred on the island, they are an embodiment of death and decay. For the first decades of their life, they merely wandered without purpose, drawn on instinct to places where death was due to occur, and thus their presence rapidly became associated in local folklore with a prophecy of doom.

As such, they were not particularly welcome among others, and with no born-family for protection, learned the cruelty even on a land of fairy tales. However, this served to harden them, and as they grew into their own magical talents they took to acquiring their own protection. With the ability to cast rituals rumoured to set plague, disease, and curses upon others, they are still feared by most, but some ally with them for protection.

It was Moryea who cursed Meduan to give him human form after he tried to eat them, and they are now his master, able to control his shifts at will.

personality

personality:
Moryea is a steady blend of coldness and resentment. Their main motivation is to protect and empower themselves, and have few things they will not do to achieve this. Having said that, their are not malignantly malicious and will not harm others if it does not benefit their own agenda. Maybe they're softer underneath the ice. Maybe not. No one's really sure, and most are (wisely) too scared to find out.

Spoiler: Writing Sample

DAWN, DARK WITH SNOW CLOUDS. Riding a mare as black as she, Azriel ventures deeper into the forest. It is the kind of forest mortals do not wander far in, not if they hold hopes of making their return. Animals do prowl here often, but is is not them you ought be wary of. There are some things even monsters fear.

Snow has fallen on snow to ensure all before Azriel is perfect white, especially here, deep in the trees where no loggers dare go. The kindling sun glints off of the crystalline perfection, blinding her a moment.

When her sight returns, there stands a fox before her. Its ginger fur is crusted with flakes of ice, its nose frosted. Despite this winter being a long, harsh one, driving the animals down to their barest numbers, this fox is fat as a summer-swilled pig. Bigger than any she’s ever seen, it wears viscera around its collar like a bib, maw matted with its fleshy feasting.

With yellow eyes it watches her.

Dismounting, she draws and waits to know its movements, to witness if it shall play the role of prey or predator. Her answer is given when the creature lunges for her jugular. She never did like foxes.

Years of solitude dedicated to footwork and ducking and dodging come to her aid; She side-steps its bestial predictability with ease. A turn on the heel and she buries the dagger deep between its ribs, hot fluid gushing across her fingers as it twitches and whimpers. Only once the hunter has fallen still does she withdraw the metal and straighten.

The fox’s orange fire fur, thick flesh, falls upon the snow. She blinks, and it has turned into a hole; this hole is filled with blood, soaking the ivory ground brighter than any colour this forest elsewhere contains. It matches the snow she wipes her weapon upon, sluicing off the crimson she does not care for. Two fingertips touch the puddle; She brings them to her lips. They smell of a perfume she knows well, a taste she is forbidden as she looks back through the naked trees at the castle she is due back to.

Hoisting herself back upon the horse, they ride south, through the pool of scarlet, tracking hoofprints across the snow. The morning drifts will cover the path they leave, but until then, a red ribbon leads the way back home.

 

[Bang Bang]

W I P

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Cursed Serpent

Meduan (Meh-dew-ahn)
"Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?"

basic data

wip
sexuality: pansexual
height: 5'4"

misc

wip

social

relationship: single
wip

background

bio: wip

personality

personality: wip

 

[erzulie]

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no slide

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Age:
22

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Demisexual

Species:
Human

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Eye Color:
Black

Hair Color:
Brown

Height/Weight:
5’9 / 146 lbs

Body Type:
Lithe

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
Normal ear piercings || Septum piercing

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Likes:
Morning Jogs || Large dogs || Coffee || Fashion || Mystery Novels || Being outdoors

Dislikes: [3+]
Bitter foods || Cats || Rain || Cold weather || Figs

Strengths: [3+]
Observant || Hard-working || Level-headed || Confrontational

Weaknesses: [3+]
Closed-off || Impatient || Overachiever || Stubborn

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]
TBA

Personality: [1-2 paragraphs]
Romana is the the person who comes to mind when they say all work and no play. She always seem to have a serious look on her face which tends to scare people off. When it comes to her life she can be a bit of a perfectionist. Romana prefers to stick to routines and schedules than go with the flow. Romana can be bossy at times as well, she has a tendency to try and take the lead without really meaning to. Burying her emotions is something that she does often. Because of the way she was brought up Romana has a hard time opening up to others.

Despite her obvious flaws Romana is in fact human. She has moments where she can be sweet and she cares for people close to her in her own way. Strangers find her either admire or despire her. She isn’t bothered by what others, especially strangers, have to say about her. She’s a blunt young woman who doesn’t like to sugar coat anything. Romana has a love for fashion. Her style ranges from masculine to feminine and then to androgynous depending on how she’s feelings.

Bio: [1-2 paragraphs]
Romana was born in Capetown, South Africa. She comes from a family of four, her parents and her younger brother. Her parents were successful doctors who gave their children a better life than they had growing up. Romana’s parents were very strict. They didn’t baby their kids and punished them whenever they did wrong. Some believed that they were too harsh on their kids. In her family you had to be tough because weakness only meant that the real world would eat you alive. They weren’t the most affectionate bunch either. Hugging wasn’t something that they did often or at all. And getting rewarded for good behavior or grades didn’t happen. Romana’s parents believed that you didn’t get a reward for something that you were supposed to do.

In school Romana was the top of her class. And managed to graduate with honors. She got a full scholarship to attend school in America. Like her parents she planned to be successful. Romana decided that she wanted to be a lawyer. It had been a dream of hers ever since she saw her first criminal law show.

Romana Borges

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Spoiler: Sample

Tatiana looked at herself in the mirror on her bedroom wall. There were clothes scattered around the room randomly, articles of clothing that she had tossed aside when trying to find the right thing to wear. In order for her to be on time she would have to start getting ready hour early. She was picky when it came to what she wore, she had to look perfect for the party. Eventually she settled on a cute outfit that she hadn't worn before. It wasn't surprising that she had clothes with the tags still on them. Her closet was large and she had a lot of clothes. Her parents had been popping in every so often to remind her about being safe and behaving responsibly. Tatiana smiled fondly at them and just nodded each time. She knew that they were only looking out for her. When she heard the phone go off she walked over to her bed where it lay. Upon seeing just who texted her Tatiana slid her phone open to reply. "Yeah, thanks. Don't keep me waiting Richie!" After replying she closed her phone and grabbed her clutch. She had all the party essentials inside lipstick, her phone, and mace for if someone decided to get crazy and try to kidnap her or something worse. Tatiana walked out of her room and try to walked to the door as quietly at possible. She didn't want her father to come out and then try to convince her to change her clothes. It had taken her hours to find the right thing, she wasn't going to change. Sadly for her the sly old man was already sitting on the couch, waiting for his little girl. Tatiana sighed and listened at her daddy lectured her. She just nodded along with what he was saying and pretended to listen. Did they actually believe that she was so irresponsible? She was a fairly good girl, she hadn't gotten into any fights since they moved. And she made good grades for crying out loud. They should trust her way more.

 

[Emi Nebulas]

--Age--
17

--Gender--
Female

--Sexuality--
Heterosexual

--Species--
Mermaid

--Eye Color--
Sea green

--Hair Color--
Whitish Blonde

--Height/Weight--
5'4 115lbs.

--Body Type--
Mesomorph

--Tattoos/Piercings/Etc--
A blue seashell tattoo on her right arm

--Likes--
Flowers
Food
Shells
Beach

--Dislikes--
Pollution
Bitter Foods
Unkind people
People who take advantage of her.

--Strengths--
Creative
Dependability
Singing
Problem Solving

--Weaknesses--
Too Naive
Ai is too naive. She expects the best in people too often.
Aquaphobia
When she's in the water, she turns into a mermaid, which she wants to prevent.
Sensitive
She's too sensitive.

--Relationships--
N/A

--Personality--
Ai is a very naive and clumsy girl. She believes that there is good in every single person out there. She's also extremely innocent, so if you decide to flirt with her or do something dirty, she won't know what it means. She's very energetic and outgoing, so it's very easy for her to make friends. She's not very smart or intelligent, either. However, when she's in her mermaid form, she's not naive. She won't trust anyone. She's not sweet and innocent. Instead, she's a very gory and grim person. In this form, she's cold and ruthless.

--Bio--
Ai Fujito was born on land instead of water, which was abnormal for mermaids. She grew up not knowing she was an aquatic creature on the island. That was because her father, who was a human, wanted to prevent anything bad happening to Ai, like her mother. Her mother was killed by sailors who wanted to prove that these mythical creatures existed. Ai grew up to be a beautiful, innocent, and outgoing girl who believed that there was good in everyone.

When Ai was only thirteen, her father had gotten a very dangerous illness. She had to take care of him, but it was no use. Her father told her the truth on his dying breath, then passed away, hoping that she would forgive him for keeping this secret for too long. Ai did forgive him, understanding how he must've felt. She buried him on the island, setting a proper grave stone and everything. Now, she's on her own.

Ai was... alone. Her mother was dead... and her father was dead as well. Now? She's only an orphan now. She continues to help people the best way she can... but her heart is hollow. At times she accidentally falls into the water because of her clumsiness or she would spill water on herself. She would turn into a chaotic mermaid. She doesn't want that to happen, and she's sure that her father wouldn't like it as well... so she vowed that she would never touch water.

Spoiler: Theme (Yes, I dare)

Spoiler: Writing example

Persia's eyes fluttered open from a deep slumber to that horrible sound of the alarm clock. She groaned as she covered her ears with her crisp white pillow. She then felt cold water splash on her face. Persia bolt right awake, gasping. "Get up! You'll be late!" a girl's voice shouted. Persia groaned as she threw the pillow at the girl who disturbed her slumber. "Hey! Stop that! I'm trying to be nice!" then, the girl muttered, "No wonder your parents abandoned you."

The color from Persia's face drained. "Just shut up." She slowly got up from her bed, her teeth chattering because the cold water was having an affect on her warm skin. She walked towards the restroom and opened the spruce door. She then did grabbed her dark red toothbrush and smeared some toothpaste on the brush part. She washed the toothpaste and started to brush heR teeth silently.

Once she was finished brushing her teeth, she walked into her room and grabbed whatever she could find to wear. She decided to wear a brown leather jacket with a white t-shirt and some jeans. She also decided to wear her favorite brown sneakers. Once she was finished changing, she brushed her straight hair, not bothering to apply makeup. The girl from earlier, named Chloe, tapped my shoulder. "You should wear makeup to hide your ugly face."

I pursed my lips and stopped what I was doing to look at her, my expression calm and relaxed. "No matter how much makeup you eat, Chloe, you'll never get a better personality." I placed my hairbrush down and pushed her out of the way. I started to walk out the door of this orphanage to start my idiotic school day.

--Mermaid Form--

 

[FireMaiden]

Name:
Lyra Donovan
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bi-Sexual
Species:
Human

Eye Color:
Brown
Hair Color:
Dark Brown
Height/Weight:
5'2", 126 Pounds
Body Type:
Hourglass

Spoiler: Tattoos and Piercings

Likes: Rainy Weather, Guys and Girls, Music, Violence
Dislikes: Small Spaces, Bugs, People with no guts
Strengths: Nerves of Steel, High Pain Tolerance, Fast, Agile, intelligent, Bi-Lingual
Weaknesses: Untrusting, PTSD, Small Spaces, Very Low Self Esteem

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality: At first glance, she seems like a kind, caring girl, if not a little naive. She seems like a girl who could never hurt a fly, just one of those angelic girls who never does anything wrong. Those people while be wrong however. Lyra has lived a life of hardship nobody should go through. It's turned her to a cold hearted young woman with nerves of steel. It's hard to Intemidate or scare her, and she faces everything with the same steely determination that many people can't find. Her emotions are unhealthily kept bottles up as she doesn't know how to really express them.
Bio: Mentioned a bit earlier, Lyra gas gone through stuff that nobody should have to go through. Starting off, her and her mother were always on the move, never in the same place for more than a few months at a time. Her father wasn't around, and Lyra want told why they needed to move around so much. At the age of five, she was abandoned at the age of 5 in New York city. About two years later, she was picked up by three men in a van along with a few other of the homeless girls, and they soon found themselves in the middle of a human trafficking ring. Of course, she was to young to under stand what was going on, but she knew that she didn't like it. The details are gonna be left out here, but most of her time spent with these men and women were terrible. However, she was taught by her fellow captives, so she didn't miss out on an education. Plus, Lyra knows stiff that some people just don't really get the chance to learn.

At 16, she had a lucky break. There was and FBI raid on the compound keeping her and seven other girls, and she began her new life outside of the concrete walls she was kept in. Going into fodysr care, she was adopted by a loving couple in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina where up until recently, she lived a somewhat normal life where she was safe and cared for. Up until a few months ago, when she was found by a few former members of the ring who had taken her. So, she was forced to up root her life, and go on the run in order to protect her and her family's life.​

Spoiler: Writing Sample

Blonde never did suit her. It was the one hair color that just made her look odd, a little outputting. Which is why it was perfect for this. Her copper orbs hidden behind knock off shades, Lyra stood in line for a bus ticket. She didn't have a car of her own because of the economy and her job paid less than normal, so to get to the Airport, this was her best bet. She didn't want to risk running into him with her parents around, as they could totally be use-

"Next!" The loud raspy voice of the woman handling tickets pulled the woman in the very realistic blonde wig out of her thoughts. She approached. "Where to?"

"Stoneriver Airport," Lyra said, pulling out cash and her fake ID. Looking over everything, the ticket lady nodded, and after only a few moments, Lyra had her ticket. "Have a nice day ma'am," She said, walking away to find bus 330. It was parked on the fat side of the lot, making Lyra walk through a small wet lawn in heels, never a pleasant experience, but really she was in no position to complain. It almost seemed like a luxury now.

Climbing the stairs of the bus, she chose one of the first seats that didn't have any one in, which happened to be near the back. To be honest though, this bus wasn't that full. There was a small family of three, a business man who looked unhappy, and someone who looked like the main character off of Lost. If you that show even had a main character.

Getting settled, Lyra leaned back and sighed, looking down at her phone. She wasn't sure what she expected. Her real phone had been left behind, the one in her hand was a burner. The FBI had taught her a few tricks on how to dissapper, and the steps she had already taken were just the tip of the ice burg. Out in England, she had someone waiting with her new life, under a name she didn't know yet, in a place where nothing would make sense; I mean really, they drive on the opposite side of the road and Lyra was never good with metric. With a soft chuckle, she ran a hand through her hair. Th I was going to be a long ride.

 

[taliaangeni]

Name: Arawn Leander
Goes By: Leander
Age: Old, (24)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Whatever he's attracted to.
Species: Merman / Earth Giant

Eye Color: Blue / Silver when angry.
Hair Color: Light blonde, almost white.
Height/Weight: 7'2", 212
Body Type: Tall, lean.

Likes: Matchmaking, music, clothes, water
Dislikes: Parents, mermaids, winter
Strengths: Loyalty, honesty, flirt
Weaknesses: Patience, arrogant, honest

Personality: Leander can be honest to a fault. It's both a weakness and a strength. He has no patience when it comes to bullshit, or much of anything. Since he's really old and bored a lot of the time he considers it his duty to matchmake the citizens of Thule. Thule needs a healthy population of kiddos afterall. If he meets an attractive person he'll be on them like flies on honey, unless it's a mermaid.

Bio: It’s said that when his mother was singing on a group of rocks his father, who was imprisoned under the earth, erupted from a volcano; hypnotized by the song he fell in love instantly and later producing Tyne and Leander who was given into his father's care at birth. He never knew his mother or twin sister.

His father had wanted him to be a cold blooded killing machine. Turns out he's a warm blooded loving machine. His father sends hunting parties for him for disloyalty to their family. The disloyalties was not fulfilling his father's dreams for him. If they find him he shall be tortured until he dies. His mother isn't much different and that's why he doesn't go in the water unless absolutely necessary.

 

[apolla]

Name: Celeste
Age: As a unicorn, she is over 200.
As a human, she appears to be in her early twenties
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Unicorn

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Pale blonde
Height/Weight: 5'6
Body Type: Slim
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: None

Likes: running; being active; meeting new people
Dislikes: being forced to stay in one place; being bored; fizzy drinks
Strengths: even temperament; caring; passionate
Weaknesses: too honest (so she's been told); short attention span; impatient

Personality:
Celeste is a very friendly and curious girl. She loves being active and meeting new people, although there aren't too many of those around. For the most part, she's fairly easy going, although there are ways to tick her off. She's passionate about things she likes, and gets excited easily. She's also an honest person-- unicorn-- and has been told that she's too honest. Her attention span sucks and she's impatient like a child at times, but all in all she has a good heart.

Bio:
Celeste is a fairly young unicorn by unicorn standards. Though she not does remember how she came to be on the island, and knows there are others like her, she knows also they aren't blood related. Though she yearns to find her family, there is no known way off the island for her, the other unicorns there, or any of the other creatures. So she has chosen to try and make the best of it, by befriending those she can. She enjoys being in her unicorn form, although there are times where she likes to be a human as well. With the newcomers, she will most definitely be curious and be in human form more often than not.

 

[apolla]

Name: Jack Henricho
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heteroflexible
Species: Vampire

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 6'4
Body Type: Athletic
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: Vines on his back

Likes: challenges; blood; neck bites (lol)
Dislikes: being challenged; children; bright clothes
Strengths: intelligent; charismatic; curious
Weaknesses: arrogant; callous; flirty

Personality:
Jack is a natural flirt, especially when it comes to human women. Or a woman who appears human, at least. He loves exploring, and has traveled the island numerous times since arriving, always finding something new. The island feels alive to him, and it makes him feel the most alive he's felt in a long time. He doesn't care about what he says hurting someone else, and he's been known to stretch the truth to get what he wants. He's cocky and arrogant, thinking he deserves everything to go his way. He's also smart and charismatic, and enjoys a challenge, though he doesn't enjoy someone standing up to him quite as much (so he enjoys a challenge to a point).

Bio:
Jack is one of the few who remembers his life before the island. There isn't much there, and he doesn't remember being human, but he does remember traveling across Europe in the 1800's, and America in the century after. He's had many friends, and many enemies, and he believes it was one of his enemies who cursed him to this island. Despite remembering some of his life before this, he doesn't remember getting to the island. He woke up one day and was here, and could not leave. There are perhaps others like him here, but not many. He misses life outside of the damn island, but will take what adventure he can get.

 

[Ridge]

“Have you ever met the Devil? No, well hello.”

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Name: Jay Damos
Age:276 (looks mid thirties)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: unknown
Species: jersey devil

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brunette
Height/Weight: 6’3/76lg
Body Type: Slim
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: Ear pierced & tattooed neck, antlers remain on his head.

Likes: The night | Fresh meat | The fiddle
Dislikes: Children | Other creatures | Vegetables
Strengths: Strong when in a devil form | Cunning in his ways | Wise with time
Weaknesses: Angered quickly | Weak when human | Unsocial to most

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

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Personality: The jersey devil is a viscous but cunning. He is a rather passive character until you put a foot out of place or your mouth says something it shouldn’t. Even though his anger can get the better of him, he does have a rather strong dark humours side.

Often putting the most comfortable people into an uncomfortable state. Yet loving and caring have never come into the same sentence as this Devil. With little love shown her doesn’t understand the concept of the emotion.

Bio: Have you ever heard the story of the Jersey Devil? A tale of a baby cursed by his mother, transformed into a beast with wings and a skeletal head. Killing its family it was a disgusting and viscous creature. But folk lore isn’t true? Think again. Created from the imagination of humans the Jersey Devil roams Thule with a very real body and a very thirsty mind.

While many of the creatures got along he was one they came to in dark times. Murder and destruction is his main objective and doesn’t shy away as long as he is paid. When walking through the tree rarely so fairies fly around him or unicorns walk by him. He is the Jersey Devil an all crumble to his feet.

 

[freshslicedbread]

Name: Ignis
Age: Ancient// Appears mid 20s
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demisexual
Species: will-o-wisp/forest spirit
Eye Color: Light Blue
Hair Color: Black
Height/Weight: 5'4'' //103lb
Body Type: Slim
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: N/A

Likes:

1. Curiosity in others
2. Pranks & a good laugh
3. Interesting stories

Dislikes:

1. Being lied to
2. Pressure to make a choice/decision
3. Confrontation

Strengths:

1. Sense of Direction
2. Persuasive
3. Quick on her feet

Weaknesses:

1. Lazy & unmotivated
2. Cowardly
3. Rarely loyal

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality:

Ignis is generally easy going and is often found doing no good...but no harm either. At most she's probably seen as an annoyance with the way she always shows up at inconvenient times. She's known to give bogus directions or purposefully lead one down the most dangerous path but once in a blue moon she is actually helpful. If you are of her closest companions you can count on good information but many do not meet her standards.

Over all Ignis isn't a malicious spirit at heart. She cares for the forests and the good creatures which live in the delicate ecosystem. Most of what she does is for the interest of the forest and herself.
​

Bio: Ignis is a fae spirit and lantern in the dark. Her light often guides intruders to their demise. She was a shy flicker between trees but as time went on Ignis slowly developed into the annoying and generally harmless ball of light she is and very rarely leads anyone to their death anymore. She favors those living within the forest and those who have proven to be pure of heart.

During the day Ignis is not very active, but at night she comes alive and finds it easy to be a bother to those which live by her nocturnal schedule.

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Spoiler: Writing Sample

IGNIS

She had been napping on the forest floor all afternoon. Occasionally she'd wipe a bug or two off her face but nothing else kept her awake. There was never much to do during the day. You can only watch so many birds and examine so many mushrooms before everything all starts to look the same. A buzz began to circle Ignis' head. With her eyes closed she swatted at it. But no matter how many swings she took, the buzzing got louder. Her eyes shot open and the bug was nowhere to be found, and the buzz was definitely not a bug.

"What... in the world..."

There through the leaves of the canopy, Ignis could see a large metal bird cast down from the sky, with a trail of firing spit and dark clouds. She quickly got to her feet and in a split second she had to decide if she were to go towards or away from this scene. She decided to do none of those things. Instead she ran to tell others, leaving nothing but a warm pile of leaves and a light trail behind her.​

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[marshmarrow]

AISLING

Unicorn | 268 | Female​

FULL NAME Aisling (Ash-leen)
GENDER Female
AGE She is 268 years old - a mature adult. Her human form appears to be in its early 30's.
SPECIES Unicorn
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
APPEARANCE As a human, Aisling is petite and dark-haired, so unlike the fair Amazonian beauty associated with unicorns. Standing at only 5'1" and weighing in at 115 lbs., she seems diminutive compared to her kin. Her black hair is as thick and unruly as a horse's mane, her warm hazel eyes are striking against her pale complexion. In her true form, Aisling appears to be a cross between a Friesian and an Arabian, a pure black and powerful animal.
PERSONALITY Aisling doesn't radiate the pure, gentle aura that captivates humans and protect virgins. She's strong-willed, independent, and proud; untamable. Still, she remains composed, never once having to raise her voice to be listened to. Aisling is pragmatic. She can't stand bystanders and sloths, or those who don't follow the order of Thule. She has a rather severe disconnect with the world, and rarely spares anyone a second glance. She is invariably polite, but she avoids loquacious chatter, which often means avoiding others. She is not interested in getting involved with their affairs--keeping relationships as impersonal as possible.

She’s rather casual despite the distance she projects, preferring to speak in blunt terms which often border on crass. A sharp tongue ensures that her words cut to the bone, and there’s not much out there that’ll deter her from using it. Aisling loves the ocean, stargazing, and riddles, but as much as she is connected to nature, she detests rain and cold weather.
STRENGTHS Aisling is charismatic, clever, and performs well even under pressure. She is always certain of her decisions.
WEAKNESSES Aisling is secretive and has difficulty submitting to authority figures, even for her own safety. She is rarely expressive and generally bad-tempered.
RELATIONSHIPS N/A
BIO Even when she was young, Aisling often preferred to gallop along the coast and watch the sky than bother with the other foals. As a free spirit, she found solace in the ever-changing motion of the sea, rather than the predictability of the herd. She's desperate to stand out among a rare and elusive breed. She feels chained to the island, wanting more in life than frolicking by the sea.
WRITING SAMPLE

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Delphi sipped her tonic, the gin burning sweetly down her throat. Her eyes constantly shifted to scan the activity around her in the tavern. She had warded off most of the obstinate, pig-minded men who approached her by unsheathing a lancet or two from her fingertips and a scathing glare. Alcohol was one of the few blessings she rarely ever enjoyed, and she would not have anything stand between her and the glass she nursed. The dim, yellowish lighting combined with the cave-like interior of the tavern and the warmth and movement of bodies around her made her extremely claustrophobic. She exhaled slowly before rolling out the muscles in her neck. She drained the last of the flaming liquid and stood up. The sudden movement and the effect of the alcohol caused her face to flush and her head to feel heavy, but it wasn't unpleasant. She wasn't planning to drink anymore anyway.

She turned in her stool, her back facing the bar as she looked out into the crowd. Many were human, more or less like she, but there were a fair amount of strange creatures and their familiars. Also a few who didn't seem to fit in either category, which were a category in their own right. Delphi concluded that none of them were worth the time to get to know, but she might try to offer her services. She was a little tight on money, especially with favors to repay and weapons to keep in shape.

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

Spoiler

Name: Echo
Age: Ancient/Appears 20
Gender: Cisgender Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Species: Fairy

Eye Color: Honey Brown
Hair Color: Chocolate Brown
Height: 1''/5'
Weight: Light as Air/100lbs
Body Type: Thin
Tattoos: Gray Music Notes (arms, legs, turso and face)
Ect: Fairy Wings, Cute lil moles

Likes: Music, Orchids, Tulips
Dislikes: Roses, Water, Fire
Strengths: Honesty, Loyalty, Musicality
Weaknesses: Fearfulness, Heartaching, Shyness

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality:
Echo is known for being a very shy fae. He always has been and it isn't going to change. He is powerful but that power is best left alone which also conflicts with the fact that he wants love. He hasn't expierienced true love yet and he wants it badly. He doesn't like to admit it but his liar face is awful and he always ends up telling the truth to those he trusts and is loyal to.
Bio:
Echo is a very ancient being. He is the musical fairy and is known for being the one who enchants the island with the sounds of nature. He has encountered many life threatening situations, from drowning or fires, but he hasn't lost yet. He has to survive as he is yet to train a fae in his harmonic ways. He has to select them perfectly as chaos isn't something he'd like on the island.

-THEME SONG-

WRITING SAMPLE:
The doctor, at a glance, was a very normal guy. He was tall, fairly muscular, had facial hair and a wedding ring. Weddings were just awful in Quinn's opinion. Why people payed the government for their love, Quinn had no idea. He didn't care about other people's weddings if it was a pure love but if it wasn't then why bother? He hoped that the doctor was happy; if he wasn't then what was the point?

He refocused his mind on the doctor and his appearing persona. He seemed confident and polite as he didn't barge in and yell in his face like his uncle would. He had to have a heart to come into psychiatry. Doctor Hannibal Lecter had a heart and he was a murderous shrink; he was a fictional character but that didn't change the point he was trying to make.

Hesitantly, Quinn shook his hand and released his grip to put on his new glasses that the hospital got him. He wasn't used to wearing them yet (Quinn hadn't worn glasses since he was little) but he would be sooner or later. He just needed more time.

It didn't take an idiot to know that Quinn would have to speak to the shrink eventually therefore he spoke to ensure that the doctor would at least be doing his job.

"Just-Just call me Quinn, doc," he stated, "My first name is just as good as my last." He hoped that was enough. The Doctor came to the hospital to listen to other people's problems so at least he was somewhat doing his job.

​

 

[duergar]

Alastair Buchanan ​

Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Human

Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark red, almost brunette in some lights.
Height/Weight: 6'2, 183lb
Body Type: Muscular.
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc. No piercings, but he does have several tattoos. Including depictions of the sea and many (mostly British or European) myths that surround it on his right arm. On the back of left forearm he has a delicate and coloured tattoo of pressed heather. As well as this he has several deep scars on his back and torso, as well as a now considerably faint one just above his right eye.

Likes: Stories, fighting, the stars, sailing/water
Dislikes: Immoral people, lazy people, ignorance, pollution.
Strengths: Avid Sailor, Boxer(hand to hand combat), Multilingual, Intelligent.
Weaknesses: Short temper, can be considered unstable at times, overly curious, untrusting, stubborn.

Relationships: N/A

Personality: With a quick tongue and a warm smile, Alastair can first seem approachable and welcoming, and for the most part he is. Having spent years as a sailor, taking over his father's business after his father had fallen too ill to work, he is incredibly resilient, able to work in most extremities. However this has left him impatient with lazy people, finding an anger that often flares on land, this quick temper being spat towards people that seem to sit themselves on pedestals of incompetence. However, he’s aware of his temper, having spent many years putting that aggression into his boxing. Despite his best efforts, this has led to his temper often coming with a fight. Yet, when calm, he is a kind person who takes a welcoming to even the most wary of strangers, eager to his share stories or a drink, always eager for the next adventure.

Bio: Born in the cold winds of Avoch, there was little else for Alastair to do but follow his father onto the water stained floor of his father's boat. From an early age, he found his love of the sea, spending his days watching his father work, learning how to sail. And at night, he would listen to his mother tell stories of the sea, his eyes drowning in the candlelight as his mother would terrify and excite with stories of horror, of love, of peace, and often of death. But every time a story would end, she’d whisper softly about the bravery sailors like his father show every time they set sail.

As he grew older, his mother grew weaker. The cold winds catching in her lungs, even as she sat by the fire she would become exhausted. Every time he would leave on the boat, he’d whisper a prayer, worried that each time she called goodbye, it would be the last. Relief flooding him every time they’d step onto shore, and see her waving from the door, her body seeming smaller every time. Until the time she didn’t. Everybody told him it was a peaceful way to go, in her sleep. But she’d been alone.

After that, Alastair began struggling with his temper. Picking fights that he knew he’d win, or lose. Stealing one of his fathers ships and disappearing for weeks. Only to return as he stumbled home drunk with a story slurred on his lips as his father tried to talk sense. The only time he saw sense was on the sea. And it wouldn’t be until his father too began growing weaker in the cold air that he would see sense on land again. His hand forced in taking over his father's business, he stopped being so blatantly reckless, instead forcing himself to work that energy into sailing or boxing. Insisting he wouldn’t see shame on his fathers face before he died.


- Writing Sample -

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...Pushing through the masses, gentle words as he makes his way up the steps. Counting each breath as he struggles to free himself from the hands that grab at him, alarms ringing, and threats cutting into his skin, screaming as he fights. For a moment he is free. Stepping forward and forward reaching to push the gun from the Senators hand. But a gun fires. And he finds himself back under the stars, knowing their idleness may have killed more than just Beth.

The night pushes on, and as they surround the fire the group sits in a broken silence, whispers between the sounds of forks scraping on the bottom of cans, stifled coughs as they ate. Slowly they eased into conversation, some daring to speak whilst others only listen. Henry only listens. Listens as they speak about rumours and tales. Tossing their stories between them, ghost stories, legends, even fables.
As he listened to them talk, their laughs soft and jarring against the rustle of the leaves. But Henry finds himself smiling, laughing alongside them. Yet the second his laugh drops, its replaced by guilt and he finds himself clearing his throat.

“I have a story,” With the eyes on him, he feels his throat dry up, his shoulders shifting uncomfortably as he speaks. “It’s not really a story, it’s well…” Trailing off he shifts in his seat on the dust, looking to the people he dare not call his friends as he begins, aware of the amusement hanging on their lips.
“It’s about a man that’s falling.” He pauses, pressing his thumb into the palm of his calloused hands. “He’s falling from a building, falling out of control”

With the words falling easier now, he looks to each person as he speaks. “As he passes each floor he repeats to himself. So far so good, so far so good, so far so good.”

“He keeps falling, and he keeps saying it to reassure himself.” In the distance the city is burning in its lights. As tall buildings flicker on and off with each passing stranger boarded inside. Strong lights, feeble against the night sky as they make promises to protect those locked behind. The city cast in great shadows as the Capitol building looms above it. Even despite the chaos, it gleams like it did the day it started. Perhaps even more so now that blood runs down its walls. But perhaps the view is somewhat romantic, if viewed from the right angle.

“But he forgot one thing. It’s not how you fall.” He pauses a final time, looking away from them, “It’s how you land.”

 

[apolla]

Name: Camila Rodriguez
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Species: Human

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 5'6
Body Type: Toned
Tattoos: ❤ ❤ ❤
Piercings: ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Likes: being the best; reading; running
Dislikes: losing; winter; popcorn
Strengths: athletic; intelligent; honest
Weaknesses: competitive; blunt; overcritical

Personality:
Camila was always the best at everything she tried, and it's because she worked her ass off to do it. Her mother pushed her to be that way, so she was always getting the best grades and the best spots on the sports teams she tried out for. Running is a favorite pasttime of hers, so she was definitely on track. She was also a cheerleader and a gymnast when cheering wasn't in season. She also loves to get lost in a good book, though growing up she didn't have that much time to read with all of her extracurricular activities. She graduated from college with a degree in education, wanting to go back and be an English teacher, and perhaps a cheering coach as well. She's smart and athletic, and honest to the core, though sometimes that honesty comes off rudely as she is a blunt person. She's competitive, and hates losing, and is overcritical of herself and others.

Bio:
Camila was born first to an upper class mother, and a father who appeared and disappeared like the sun in a storm. When he was around, everything was wonderful. Her mother was attentive and kind, and her father was always spending his time and money on them. Her mother gave birth to Camila's sister, Alanna. Their father became more flighty, giving his word on something and then backing out, sometimes without even a phone call. Their mother became cruel and vindictive, scorned by the loss of her lover. While Camila and Alanna were close as children, their mother saw to it that if she wasn't happy, no one would be. She started spending all of her time and putting all of her attention on Camila, and because she was young, she enjoyed it and didn't see the problems it was causing. When Alanna would act out, Camila would scold her and tell her that it wasn't their mothers fault, etc. and that she should be nicer. Their mother drove a wedge between them, and they ended up hating each other. They decided to go on this trip together after their mothers death, hoping maybe they can fix their relationship.

 

[Ridge]

Name: Tinexi Gise (Goes by Tin)
Age: Five hundred and fourty-three
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual
Species: Goblin

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Blonde (human) Pink (Goblin)
Height/Weight: 2ft6
Body Type: Muscular
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: None

Likes: Peaches, training, unicorns and books.
Dislikes: Vampires, greedy guys and sausages.
Strengths: Strong willed, tolerant and calm.
Weaknesses: Almost to loyal, curios and secretive.

Relationships: N/A [until accepted]

Personality: Tin is a rather different Goblin to most. While the majority fascinate about jewels and other valueable objects. Tin treasures knowledge, while she doesn’t let it out into the world she has kept a record of all her encounters with other creature in Thule. Along with getting a rather large collection of human items hidden away to her own enjoyment. Her heart is kind and her mind solid, she doesn’t allow others rudeness or stupidity to disrupt her in her duties or in life in general.​

With few little friends of her own she keeps to herself most of the time while exploring in her time off, even though she’s older than some. Tin feels there’s always a new discovery on the horizon.

Bio:
“Section 4032. The life of Tinexi Gise so far.”
Born to a small marketers in the Goblin world. I, Tinexi Gise was born to a father but not a mother. Mystery tells me that she was ashamed of my face, that it isn’t Goblin like and she ran away. But that’s not important. My father was a kind man who taught me wonderful things of life, that all creatures have small beginnings and big destiny’s. I’m still looking for mine but, he helped me get my job. When I turned one hundred and twenty two, I joined to guards. Started at the bottom as the Armor polisher I slowly worked my way up into being the head knight.

I personally have watched over the king for a long time now. I sort of enjoy it but I would appreciate a little more gratitude. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking.
“End of section 4032.”

 

[SinisterFreak]

Name: Antonio Megaña
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Species: Human

Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: White with a pastel pink tint and dark brown roots
Height/Weight: 5'4"
Body Type: Slim, slender
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
An oceanic mural all along his whole left leg, which includes sunken ship, sharks, fish, dolphins, a whale, a corral reef and two octopuses. A skull surrounded by black and blue roses on his right arm. Both ears pierced.

Likes: Silver, the cello, rude/honest people, and dark stuff((I mean, obviously, right? Haha))
Dislikes: Pennies, fakers, yellow
Strengths: Observant, quiet, nimble
Weaknesses: Speaks his mind, doesn't follow orders well, often drifts in thought.

Personality: Antonio can be a kind person, but it doesn't come often. His main territory is in the background of conversations as he's certain others wouldn't want to listen to him. Who would, though? He was never one to be part of the crowd with his not-so-masculine features and alternative taste in clothing and music. His overthinking led him to believe others just plain hated him without even knowing who he is.

Antonio was bullied in high school, but it never stopped him from living his life. Until he was kicked out for braking the arms of two of the boys who bullied him. The reaction the school had had a small part in why he doesn't like being near most of anyone. The only communication he has is with three friends, his sister and parents. As began his hatred for fake people. Drawing clues from conversations, Antonio will blurt out if you're lying and not feel bad. His quiet nature also helps with avoiding communication with others. His cautious attitude forces, or helps, him to not overshare anything that he feels private.

Bio: Antonio was born to a moderately wealthy family in a fancy hometown. His family would try so hard to fit in that they would be different people out in public. The sight of the fear his family showed would annoy him enough to walk away unnoticed. The people he lived around practically had no care and, with how he was living, he should have been the same way. As a kid, he fit in well; all anyone wanted to do was play and draw. Getting older, things began to change. He felt different, and he would think more about situations he was in. The change in personalities his peers showed seem to annoy him. Just false affection was now given as Antonio would state problems and focus more on school than his parents paying off the teachers. People in school would no longer speak to him or even look at him.

Antonio decided to just focus on making himself happy and focus on school. It wasn't news that one day he wouldn't be able to rely on his parents' money forever. He began his dream at the age of 16 with an internship at a nearby tattoo parlor. There, he would learn techniques to further his skills to own a chair and make money. That money would help him live on his own and pay for his classes after graduation. After his high school graduation, Antonio found himself a small place to live and keep in touch with his family. His parents refused his break off from the family, but still decided to support him financially if he needed. He didn't have a bad life, he was just annoyed with the life he was given. It was a life most people wanted; to have money. He didn't want to rely on others, it was a weird feeling for him. The way he is, and where he came from, made his feel like he was living in limbo. The rich didn't like his attitude, and the open minded didn't believe he was down to earth. Only three people considered to be his friends and Antonio still thinks they may just be pulling his leg.

WRITING SAMPLE:

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As bullets began to fly, ‘Vanny’ and his goons retreated, but not before Crystal fired a few rounds into one of the men. Spike was injured as he sat on the floor, clutching his leg in severe agony. Sam placed the shotgun back under the counter and walked towards Spike. “Shit,” he muttered, “we have to go to the hospital now.” Crystal walked up to Diedara who no one thought to protect as she laid there with her eyes open covered in holes and blood. Crystal made a sound of disgust claiming the blood is going to stain the new tiled floor. Spike answered in a tone of disinterest as he just wanted to get the bullets out of his leg. “Try to shut up for a bit,” Sam sighed as he wrapped a towel around Spike’s leg, “you’re wasting energy when we need to move.” The injured Spike was being helped to his car by Crystal and Sam with one arm over each. Crystal began to drive to the hospital as Sam comforted Spike in the back of his car. Spike’s skin began to grow paler as he was losing too much blood causing Crystal to speed up and arrive at the hospital faster than expected.

Night fell as Sam and Crystal waited until they were able to see their friend. Police had asked them questions earlier and they answered truthfully to an extent. “Ugh, the shop is so gonna be closed for awhile,” Sam annoyingly grunted. “I’m gonna go for a walk. Call me when they finish.”

Down the street from the hospital, about 5 blocks, was a small shopping district with stores and restaurants. Sam made his way into a McDonald’s only to walk back out after not wanting anything. He then made his way into a small, fancy-looking restaurant and sat at a table close to a window. The thought of the shop being shot up by mobsters was annoying, and unexpected. Why did they want the girl? What did she do? Was it worth the parlor getting destroyed? So many questions flooded his head as his food arrived and his wine glass refilled. “Ugh,” he whispered to himself as he looked around, “there are so many stuck up people here.” As the stares of strangers confirmed, Sam obviously wasn’t dressed for this type of restaurant.

 

[taliaangeni]

Name: Alanna Rodriguez
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 5'6"
Body Type: Fluctuating
Tattoos: ☢ ☢ ☢

Likes: Cigarettes, Caffeine, Owls, The Labyrinth
Dislikes: Family, working out, dresses.
Strengths: Independent, Humorous, Determined.
Weaknesses: Callous, Envious, Moody, Critical of Self.

Personality: Alanna is always critical of herself because of how her mother looked down on her. There was a time were she was determined to win her mother's affection. She's the black sheep of the family. Her weight is always fluctuating and while she's never been overweight she's constantly dieting. Other passions are smoking and drinking coffee or some other caffeinated beverage. Alanna is very envious of her sister, Camila, and sees her as the perfect child.

Bio: Alanna was the second born to a doting mother and a father who disappeared quite regularly. Because of her father's disappearances her mother quickly turned from doting to spiteful towards Alanna. In the few instances mom did shower her with attention, Alanna soaked it up like a flower bathing in sun beams. The attention mom gave Camila built an invisible wall between the two siblings.

Feeling as if her whole family was against her, Alanna began acting out and turned insolent. She started smoking, breaking curfew, and doing anything to annoy her mother. Camila was on their mothers side, of course. School grades took a harsh beating as Alanna didn't care for school. She didn't attend college like her sister did. She has a job at Burger King asking people if they would like fries with that. After their mother's death, the two sisters decided to go on a trip to try to mend their differences. Alanna is not optimistic about the outcome of the trip.

 

[taliaangeni]

Name: Lizzie Fox
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Golden Brown
Height/Weight: 5'3"
Body Type: Athletic
Tattoos: ✜

Likes: The wind against her face, fishing, fingernail polish.
Dislikes: Darkness, Being told what to do, Really hot/cold temperatures.
Strengths: Independent, Determination, Discipline
Weaknesses: Fearful, Can be aggressive, Liar.

Personality: Because of her upbringing, Lizzie had to become independent. She's quite smart although she can sometimes act recklessly. It's not often she's that way. Over the years she's become a great liar, always saying the right things to please others. Being told what to do is one of her pet peeves but she's learned to act disciplined and as she's a great liar it works out well.

Bio: As a child, Lizzie was clamped to her mother's hip always trying to hide from other people. She she grew older her mother pushed her away. It got so bad she was turned over into her father's care. He lived in a different state than her mother. She eventually lost contact with her. Lizzie's father was a strict man. It was always his way or the highway. Early on Lizzie learned to curb her tongue and just do as he said. At eighteen she was longer under his thumb. She could move freely through the world. It was frightening being an adult in the world and learning how to do things on her own. Lizzie recently got in touch with her mother. They're supposed to be meeting at the destination point for a little catching up.

 

[PseudoLives]

Name: Masami Eriksen
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero
Species: Human

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown-black
Height/Weight: 5'5" and 105 lbs
Body Type: Slim
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: A small greyscale tattoo of a rose in the small of her back

Likes: smoozing, gossip, singing, talking long walks through nature, animals
Dislikes: Children | bugs | oceans (she's really out of luck, huh?)
Strengths: Sharp-tongued | fairly adaptable | knows a variety of edible plants from overnight camping trips
Weaknesses: Temperamental, cares about appearance

Relationships: N/A



Personality: Masami is kind of self-centered and bitchy, but sometimes she shows her nice side. She loves nature, even though it might ruin her weekly manicure. The one thing she hates is not being dressed for the occasion! If she's not wearing hiking boots, she'll refuse to go out into nature. This is a setback on the island, where she's only got her typical heels and dress.

Bio: Born to two pop stars, Masami has been coddled her entire life. She doesn't know true hardship, since Mommy and Daddy have always been there to help her up if she even looked like she was falling down. She was the most popular girl all throughout her school years, and now she's working on her modeling career. There's only one problem... her flight took a slight detour on her way to her next shoot, and now it seems like she'll be a bit late. Or, actually, VERY late.

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Name: Manuel Ortega
Age: 45 (looks around 23ish)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Species: Mermaid/man


^^ in case you couldn't tell, Manuel is supposed to be the male one

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height/Weight: 5'11" and 175 lbs
Body Type: Lean but hinting at muscular
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: tattoos of colorful waves on each bicep



Likes: sunsets, colorful schools of fish, he absolutely loves bottlenose dolphins
Dislikes: being out of water for more than 2 hours | direct sunlight | goblins
Strengths: charismatic
Weaknesses: trusting | doesn't have anything against humans, so other magical beings might dislike him for it | constantly takes neutrality

Relationships: N/A

Personality: Manuel's rather flirtatious, but only when he's in the mood to be. Otherwise, he's chill and likes to lounge around or play games with his favorite pod of dolphins. He's very friendly and outgoing.

Background: Manuel doesn't remember where he came from. He can only recall waking up what felt like years ago, floating gently atop the waves until an inquisitive dolphin nudged him awake. Manuel stirred and saw the island nearby, but he didn't think much of it. He entertained the dolphin for a while before he tried to swim away from the island. As soon as he passed a certain point, Manuel's tail seemed to triple in weight. He struggled back to the other side, beyond exhausted. Manuel was tied to the island, and there he would stay.

Not that he was complaining. Flippers--his best dolphin friend--was there to keep him company.

Spoiler: Writing Example

As I am taking a bite of my pastry, I hear one of the Ladies scream. I glance up at Lady Myrtle, and she is leaning into her husband, pointing at my family’s end of the table. Confused, I look behind me, and my jaw drops. The bit of cake in my mouth falls out onto a plate before me, and I am not even able to feel ashamed.

“Isolde!” Father cries. My eyes are glued onto my mother, and I can feel tears welling up. The queen is clutching her throat; tearing at it with her fingernails and leaving raw, bloody grooves behind. My typically calm, perfect mother is now gasping loudly like a dying fish, her face purpling. Queen Isolde’s lips are turning an ocean-blue color, and they’re coated in spittle as she foams at the mouth. Her eyes have no whites anymore; they’re wine-red from all of the bursting blood vessels. Only a bit of green show in the center of them.

The queen does not even look like my mother anymore. My father steps between his wife and I. The noise doubles, and I turn back to view the dining hall’s entryway, where men donning suits of chainmail are filtering in. Josselyn makes a squeaking sound as Mother leans towards her, face falling forward and landing on the roasted pig. The apple pops from the animal’s mouth with the sound of a cork, rolling towards the wall. My sister leaps back, wailing and knocking over her seat. One soldier moves towards her, wrapping an arm around Josselyn’s neck and taking her away.

Father sees this and he steps towards us, his eyes on me. A man that I actually recognize comes forward, handing the king a silver sword. It is Elias who stands by his kingdom in all of this madness, even though he is merely an assistant for the main cook that serves the royal family. Almost immediately, the terrible people who brutally killed all other nobles in the room rush to get to Elias and the king of Celys Isle.

King Cedric grimaces as the others grow closer, and he begins the battle with them, handling a blade better than I have ever known he could. Elias manages to take the arm off of one warrior, but, while he is not keeping the other men away, one impales the king.

“Father!” I scream, voice piercing the air with a sorrowful note. King Cedric glances towards me, face pale.

“Run,” he croaks, and crimson spills over his chin, staining his violet tunic dark. My father collapses.

 

[Maxilgal]

Name: Charlotte “Charlie” McLaughlin
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Human

Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Ginger
Height/Weight: 5’7” and 150 lbs.
Body Type: A little larger for a woman, and she has broad shoulders and hips.
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.

(It covers her entire back and it took forever to get)

Likes: [Culture and History, the Countryside, Trees]
Dislikes: [Cities, the Dark, Being Cramped]
Strengths: [Curious, Determined, Creative]
Weaknesses: [Stubborn, Impulsive, Quarrelsome]

Relationships: N/A

Personality: Charlie has been sticking her nose into things since she was a baby. She has always had an innate wish to know just what something was or how it worked or why it was a thing. Much to her teacher’s annoyance, she couldn’t just let things be. Mysteries were meant to be solved in her mind. She would covet books on lost civilizations, cryptids, conspiracies. But what she really fell in love was history. Every event had a why. Every action had a cause. You could go back hundreds of years linking historic event to historic event. But what she loved more than mysteries were myths. Myths gave answers, and even if they were silly she found them enjoyable all the same. It gave her a connection to ancient peoples, and sometimes her own ancestors.


Bio: Born to Jeremy McLaughlin and Mary Gleeson, Charlie has more than a little of the Irish zest in her blood. Her grandmother Molly would tell her stories day and night, and even helped Charlie put together a genealogical map, all the way back to her great great grandfather, a resistance fighter for the Irish during British occupation, who was arrested and sent to Australia and escaped to America, marrying and building a wheat farm in California. Her grandmother was more than a role model in her young adult life, as she urged Charlie to follow her dreams and become an anthropologist. Charlie’s passion led her to becoming a successful student in college (where she had been slightly lacking in high school). This success has landed her a dream job at a museum. It’s very low level, and in a bustling city, but Charlie is bursting at the seems to be able to do what she really loves.


WRITING SAMPLE:

Spoiler

By the time she had noticed him following her, she was already at the stand. Her mind raced...Stand would mean close combat, easier to get at him if he tried to attack her. She would also be in the better position as he climbed the ladder. But the woods would offer a better escape route. That would leave her without shelter, though. Moving quickly, she made her way into the stand and braced herself against the wall that held the opening to the small room. She could hear footsteps approaching, quiet swearing, and she dared not even breathe.

His voice was strained, but had the appearance of friendliness. Over the sound of the rain, she heard his ragged breaths, and something tugged at her. Moving slowly, she moved towards the opening of the stand.

He was handsome, with a square jaw and bright blue eyes even she could make out in the dim moon light. His hair was plastered to his head with blood and rainwater, and his wrists were visibly dripping with dark, crimson blood. She tried to say something, but her voice had retreated far into her stomach.