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Name: Roana Rose Hunt .

Nickname: Roan (Roa-wan) .

Age: 18 .

Gender: Female

. Sexuality: Heterosexual .

Appearance: Roana is tall, standing at 5'11, and weighs only 120 lbs. Her hair is a dark black curtain that waves like the river's tide. Light, icy blue streaks run through it as if emphasizing her coldness. Her eyes are the same blue tint, and they glitter as if she is about to play some mean joke on you. Her skin is fair, without a single blemish or marr, as far as acne goes. She has a lips that look as if they always have a coat of lipgloss, but never do. She hates makeup. Her mouth is seemingly always in a smirk, or if not that then in a blank expression devoid of all emotion. She is incredibly muscular, due to her life on the run, and the muscles are very noticable though she hates it. Her usual clothing consists of a grey tanktop that hangs low enough for her chest to be seen slightly, ripped at the bottom and around the sleeves though none of the rips are for fashion. They are all natural. On top of the tanktop she wears a black leather jacket that appears to be years old. However, she does her best to take care of it. Her pants are usually either a ripped pair of black skinny jeans, or more recently she has begun to wear a pair of tight black leather pants. She rarely is seen without her midnight black combat boots, in which she stores two knives in each, a precaution she must take because the situation. On each side, one is slid inside the sole, in a special compartment she made herself. The other is down the side in a tiny leather sheath. She usually has a gun with her as well, though she would never tell where is is hidden because it is her best weapon.

Makeup?: She hates the stuff and if you ask her to put any on she will personally beat you up and leave you bleeding on the ground. Scars/Deformities: She is covered in scars from her life as... well her difficult life. She has always lived in this apocalyptic world, so she shows signs of it. The most noticable scar is one that runs from her left brow to her left cheekbone, across her eye. This eye managed to escape being blinded, but it doesn't see nearly as well and has a slightly milky quality to it. This came from a particularly nasty fight with a zombie group. She has several others across her back from being whipped by a gang that picked her up along the way, and a few random ones that she picked up somewhere along the way on the rest of her body.

Tattoos/Piercings: She has lots, given to her by her late sister, who worked at a tattoo and piercing parlour before things got really really bad. Her piercings: She has quite a few on her ears, each having four studs and one ring. Three of the studs are silver or gold beads that run in a line up her ear lobe. The final stud is up in the cartilage of her ear by the ring. The ring is silver with tiny diamonds in it, the only thing she has left of her mother. She never takes it out. Her eyebrow also has a stud, but this one is a tiny ice blue dot no bigger than a freckle. She has a similar silver stud in her nose that is a bit larger. She has lip ring, but usually just has a stud in its place because it is slightly cumbersome when it comes to eating. Her final piercing is in her belly button, and has not yet been seen by anyone but herself and her sister when she did the piercing. Her tattoos: She has three tattoos. The first on is across her back, running up the whipping scars she was given. There are three, and each say a different word. The first line says Death, the next Life, and the final one Hope. Each is surrounded by a ring of blue and white flame. Her next one is on her right arm, and is a picture of a knife on fire, done in fantastic detail. THe final one is on her left arm, and from her wrist to her elbow there is a silver and black snake entwined aroudn her arm. The head is done on the back of her hand and is openmouthed in a hiss of rage. Its fangs are silvery white, and have beads of venom at the tips. .

Personality: Roana is very... compicated. She is introverted, prefering to be on her own or with her twin, though is also social and will gladly talk with people. She is open to new people, but when she meets them she always has her body poised to grab a weapon in case she has to escape quickly or fight her way out. She most likely has a flask with her, a silver one with a small silver viper on the outside. She usually has it filled with vodka, but will occaisionally have tequila in it if she finds enough money, or now that she has money she buys it more often. She can be a wonderful flirt, but it is usually only doing it to get what she wants or get out of a bad situation. She is very manipulative and can twist her words very well. She is very loyal, and will die for those she loves, but it is hard to become one she loves and she has a really hard time trusting people. If you become one though, she will protect you with her life and will destroy anyone who tries to hurt you. She does have minor depression issues and will seclude herself if she doesn't have somebody to stay with her and make her happy. .

Strengths:

Her Loved Ones

Swimming

Muscularity

Running

Clever

Sly

Can fix a car like nobody's business

Speaks four languages, English Finnish German and Latin .

Weaknesses:

Has PTSD induced hallucinations when she is really really scared

Nightmares, though not often

Using a club sort of weapon

Often accidentally speaks other languages when she isn't meaning to .

Likes:

Animals

Sneaking around

Being a pain

Sports Cars

. Dislikes:

people who pretend to be depressed

Animal Haters

Bullies

Suck-ups .

Family: Her twin brother, Axel

Writing Example (Taken from a different rp):

Talestae stood up off her throne, gently fingering her pendant. She glanced out her window at the thousands milling about below her. She sighed, wishing against everything that she could snap her fingers and become someone else, someone better than this depressed figure too scared to rebel. She looked up at the blue sky, thinking hard. Eventually, she decided to go talk to some of her closest friends, the only ones who knew her fatal secret. They could help, Talastae was sure. Talestae shifted into her demon form, swiftly soaring into the sky on wings of silk. She eyed the ground below her. The edge of Daring territory came into view, then the castle courtyard. She angled her wings and spiraled into a dive. Just before she hit the ground, her wings snapped open, allowing for a gentle descent. Her wings shrunk away as she took her typical form. Her obsidian encrusted sword sheath swung in the impact of the landing. She scanned the courtyard for a sign of life, her wavy hair flowing into the wind. .

Other: Has two pets. One is a golden eagle male named King, and the other is rather exotic. It is strange, but a panther cub escaped a zombie attack on a zoo and she found it in an alleyway. It slowly began to trust her and is now one of her best friends. It is a huge male named Caligo, which is Latin for Darkness

Liam Cadello

"Brotherly Dumbass 101"

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22 Years

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Male - Masculine

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"What?- I- no that wasn't what I meant!"

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Appearance

Liam isn't one that could be considered overly or ridiculously tall compared to that of the average human, nor is he tiny or small when compared to another. Maybe he stands a foot taller than the average human, but he considers it nothing of something impressive standing around 5'8" with messy-ish dirty blonde colored hair that doesn't reach below where his neck and head meet and amber eyes that can sometimes be seen as more of a rich brown or even orange in the right kind of lighting accompanying olive colored skin. This man is relatively unscratched when it comes to scars, besides the 3 deep claw marks on his right arm going near the shoulder that makes the skin a bit of a paler coloration in comparison to the rest. His attire consists mainly of nothing too extravagant or fancy of the likes when compared to the more royal garbs someone with more money or higher rank may posses or when put in comparison to that of one a commoner may posses. He likes to think of it near the middle of such a spectrum, with a lightish navy colored cloak made from that of a mix of wool and something close to silk. The inner layer differences from outside, with the material all around looking rather smooth but soft at the same time and while it may look navy from the outside the inside is colored the same white as the shirt he wears underneath. The outside of his hoodie bears the outline of triangles no more than an inch tall, all connected at the bottom corners trimming the edges of his hoodie in a gold color that glimmers more of a lightened bronze inside of the sunlight and even a pale coloration during the light of the moon. The hood of his cloak is almost always down, and it's rare to see it ever up covering his face and shadowing his amber colored eyes unless he needs to be low profile or on stealth, it's most likely to be up and shadowing the top half of his face whenever he has to make a war declaration or when bearing a message to an untrustworthy kingdom wanting to keep his indentity somewhat secret but also be able to complete the task at hand.

Underneath his cloak Liam bears a plan white colored shirt with the royal emblem of the kingdom stitched on in black thread at the top right where his heart would be. The herald sees it as a good omen to himself, though it usually can't be seen despite the face the cloak is only clipped together at the neck by a golden colored pin that looks like that of a diagonally tilted sword clipped the cloak together at the neck where the hood connects to the rest of the flowing fabric. A somewhat small in size in comparison to a more average looking satchel, can he seen laying at his side strapped both around his waist and over his right shoulder which is opposite of where it sits by his hip. The bag in particular is rather flat or short in width and squarish in shape, and is closed by a golden forged clip keeping it together. The straps and the bag are all made from a worn kind of brown leather, and it's very easy to tell it's frequently used by how it looks worn down while also somehow looking years from falling apart and the common sight of it being strapped over his shoulder carrying various things inside of it. Brown colored combat boots, close in coloration with the leather satchel at his side if not for the richer tones they carry and the layer of dust seeming to always coat them dulling the edges of said boots sometimes, are what Liam is normally seen wearing when walking about inside and outside of the castles grounds and when hurrying to get somewhere or making to travel to deliver a war declaration of some sort or maybe even a peace treaty. Like the satchel they are well worn, and while they don't look like they might fall apart at any moment they are far from looking like something brand new. He has the money to buy some new, maybe even more high quality shoes, but Liam insists on continuing to wear them no matter how worn down they get until he outgrows the pair or they get damaged beyond some sort of repair. While his satchel lays on his left side by the hip, with the leather strap on his right shoulder cutting diagonally across his chest, his right side at his waist, maybe slightly below that, doesn't lay unoccupied. Two, again, leather made sheaths sit at his side one next to the other wearing two different kinds of swords that Liam likes to mainly use

The first, and his most favored one, is a rapier sword. With the silver forged blade being long and thin, but also very precise and able to land clean, quick hits to his enemies. The initial handle part is seemingly wrapped in some sort of reddish-brown colored cloth, giving a good grip to the handle of the sword so it doesn't fly out of ones hand or make it so he can be disarmed easily with a flick of another's blade of made upon contact, and the rest of the handle consisting of what normally would be some supposed kind of cap but looks more that of a irregular cylinder shape that gets thicker as it goes out away from the clothes handle. Attached to the near end point of the cylinder, to the right side of the sword if placed on the group flat, curves out like that of an arch before reattaching itself back to the sword much farther down at the hilt of the blade where it seems as if it cuts horizontally right through where the handle and blade meet and just out a fair few inches the other side. By the base of the thin silver forged blade lies curves and arches of metal surrounding it and turning inwards towards the blade, so it may make a shape similar to that of a circle taking up a bit of the base while keeping all of the arches making up such a shape separated by a fair few inches (please just search up rapier sword ;w;) His other sword is that of a longsword (please Jesus Christ just search up a longsword I'm not describing that too), Liam quite liking the distance he gets from both blades, and this particular one fastened at his side behind the sheath that his Rapier is at more positioned at his back than front so it's easier for him to grab his Rapier. He's fine with both, it's just he will use the latter less than he does the first which he seems to favor much more. It's very common that this man can be seen wearing that of a light smug smile on his features rather than that of a dark and brooding frown or less than pleased look, as it's something more of a fact than an opinion that the herald is someone very laid back and lighthearted most of the time. It's never you will see something worried or filled with anxiety on his face, nor that of something menacing or the least bit venomous, his aura is inviting and smile light if not the slightest bit smug about something. If there's an argument, it's most likely he teased someone about something again rather than the fact he or someone else said something mean and the other decided to shoot something right back. Liam's posture is also something that never feigns something less than confident, with his head always held up with pride rather than being too timid or scared, and steps always filled with the same confidence as his attitude, it's rare you can ever see him slouch or show even the smallest bit of hesitance. He seems as if he moves with a purpose, and will do his absolute best to always keep it as such

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Personality

-Very lighthearted - Will usually brush off insults easily or try to joke and play around with one another - He's very chill

-Older brother vibes

-Will gladly tease someone given the opportunity - and I mean anyone, or mostly anyone

-Smug bastard

-Protective - Applies to anyone who manages to win his heart - Don't bully them or else you're gonna get an angry boi and you don't want that - Not overly protective though, but enough so that he'll step in if anyone seems to be bothering them or there's some danger

-Overly confident, or maybe it's just he's recklessly brave sometimes - He takes and does such stupidly risky things it's a miracle he's still alive and standing right now - Heck he would probably charge headfirst into a small battalion alone

-Very confident in his abilities - Never doubts his sword skills, and whenever they seem to fail he just trains harder and more vigorously - Liam likes to think he can at least hold his own for a few minutes against anyone

-Doesn't like others fussing over him - He'll always bat them away or somehow sneak off somewhere where no one can find him for hours - Any concern is always quickly brushed off, and healing is taken care of by himself - Emotional pain? Don't worry he'll just cry alone until he's all good

-Quick to cheer someone up or give them space if they need it - Liam takes notice of things like this easily, having been an older brother of 2 younger siblings - Though sometimes what he chooses can be the wrong thing to do in that moment

-Observant, takes notes about stuff mentally - Whether from the scenery, any tactical position that he's in, the enemy battalion, things about another, body language, etc

-Knows when he has to shut up and be serious - and even then he can't resist throwing in at least one lighthearted remark to break some sort of tension

-Loyal to those he can consider a close friend or family - He counts on people to keep to their goddamn promises that they make to him and anyone else or he's gonna hold a grudge

-Generally social and not afraid to talk with another, but when it comes to things concerning him he dances around the subject a lot - Hard to get personal information out of

-Trust orientated - Heavily will rely on trusting someone else that he's known or is family - Don't. Break. It. - Liam is known to hold incredibly long grudges against someone, whether for 3 years or for the rest of his life Liam won't be forgetting for a very long time

-Very honest, will always do his best to never tell someone a genuine lie. Sure, he may dodge around things concerning himself but he'll never lie about it - When he speaks, he speaks in genuine and with good intent

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"Annoying isn't an insult, it's a suggestion for you to stop talking. One you should throw to the wind."

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N/A

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None yet

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Kinship

Father - Finn Cadello - Deceased - Okay Terms when they last spoke

Mother - Ambrose Cadello - Missing - Okay Terms when they last spoke

Liam isn't exactly on good terms with his parents, but he isn't on bad terms with them either. They didn't support his wish to support the kingdom despite all of its flaws and what little they did for the public, but they respected it all the same and let him be a Herald anyways. They didn't speak much to one another after that, and contact with them was minimal and yet despite that Liam still grieved his father's death after he fell in battle and was in a slightly more quiet mood after his mother's complete disappearance. They didn't get along sometimes, but he still cared

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Younger Brother - Anselm Cadello - Deceased - Very good terms when they last spoke

Younger Brother (Barely) Leicester Cadello - Alive - Horrible terms when they last spoke

Saying Liam absolutely adored his brothers when he was younger would be an understatement. He went full on older brother mode for them, and made it his own personal role to always be beside them no matter what happened. Almost every moment of the day in his childhood was spent with them, and a lot of shenanigans often ensued. Though little changed as they grew, they did want to persue different things that caused a little bit of difference. Leicster sided with his parents, disagreeing with Liam being a Herald while Anselm sat and did little to put his opinion in. They grew distant, with Liam being a Herald for the royal family, Leicster becoming a trained knight, and Anselm wanting to become a scholar

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Affiliations/Relationships

wip

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"Okay, I can understand a tiny bit of arson, maybe an occasional oven burning but seriously? How in the world do you get a wall of all things to set on fire?! It's not even wood!"

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Hobbies

-Duels / Practicing his Swordsmanship. It's something he takes pride into and finds it rather fun to test and improve on things he already knows or wants to try and it's something he easily thinks of when he's ever bored or in need of a distraction

-Dancing the Waltz / Ballroom dancing - It holds a special place in his heart, as Liam remembers a very long time ago when he was so much younger seeing his parents doing such a dance late nights together as he sat on the back steps with his brothers until Liam and Leicester wanted to learn. They both picked it up quite fast, and Anselm also eventually begged his two older brothers to teach him. It's still something Liam is rather skilled at, and sometimes you may be able to catch his in the halls going through the moves absentmindedly

Likes

-Teasing someone else, it's something he likes a lot. It's his thing and nobody can stop him from doing such lmao

-Being able to count on someone else to be able to do their part, it's good to be able to know they'll be able to do it and not instead worry how you'll pick up the slack for them being lazy

-Thrills, adrenaline, you name it. He rather likes it whether the thrill of falling or being chased or the adrenaline from a fight of some sort you name it

-The most random and out there of shenanigans that happen as long as they don't cause anything dire he'll laugh along and maybe even contribute

-Any kind of ballroom dancing, the waltz more specifically, if you're confused why read hobbies again lmao

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Dislikes

-Having to make up for someone else's slack or irresponsibility

-Any feeling of dread or anxiety

-Losing his temper or control over his emotions

Strengths

-Duels/Swordsmanship - When it comes to skills with a blade Liam is very experienced. In fact, this is something he very much prides himself on and whenever he may get a chance of free time it's often one might be able to see him practicing his footwork and sword skills. This is something Liam very much dedicates himself to and shame on you if you reprimand him for this, as he has no issue whatsoever to spar and show you his work isn't for nothing. It's a field he's respected for, and he bares such a thing with pride

-Footwork - Dancing

-Being there - Emotionally and psychically lmao

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-Pushes others away at times - While one might be able to depend on Liam to help them and always be there for them, if there is one thing Liam is not, it is reliant on another. While this may seem like more of a good thing this prevents him much of the time from asking for any help from another or admitting when he may need a break. It's very rare when he will say such a thing, and even then it's most likely someone caught on to such fatigue or sickness and forced him to lay down. He isn't so proud that he will never admit defeat nor is he scared of asking for such help. Liam isn't sure what really is preventing him from saying such, but he will say it's the face he doesn't want to drag others down for now until he can find the real meaning

-Holds very long grudges

-Tunnel vision at times

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"Cross me once shame on me, cross me twice shame on you, cross me thrice I break into song. Get ready for the longest opera you've ever heard"

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Maybe?

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Quick summary? Local dumbass adopts everyone who manages to win his heart

Roana dashed through the dark trees, a shape on either side of her, and another one above. She glanced to her left, where a powerful feline shape moved swiftly and silently forward. More loudly from her right, her brother Axel pounded after her, his breath coming quickly as he fought to keep up with her. His brawny, wide body was not quite as built for speed like her own sleek form. A sharp cry sounded from above the trees, and Roana's gaze turned skyward. King soared circles around them, but his caw grew in volume as they worked their way through the trees. Roana shuddered, knowing what it meant. They were near. Caligo growled, and moved so he was directly in front of her. Roana had trained him to do this if there was a living human among the undead, but right now she couldn't worry about that person. She gestured to her twin, and they shifted direction towards a large house in the distance. After several tense moments of deep breathing and fearful glances, they reached the building. Just as they did, groans echoed from the area around them. Roana turned to Axel, her face taught with fear. "We need to get inside, and board it up." she said, already working at the lock on the door. It soon clicked, and they raced inside. Caligo and King entered just as the door shut. A flicker from the corner of Roana's eye forced her to look to the side. Her sister, standing in the corner. Roana's breath forced its way from her lungs as though she had just been punched. She stumbled, and Axel caught her under the arms. "Steady, its not real." he warned, knowing her tendency to hallucinate when under pressure. Roana nodded, finding reality in his deeper, reassuring voice. Quick as they could, they boarded the doors and windows with pieces of lumber lying about the room. They slumped against the wall, and Roana's head rested on Axel's shoulder. Caligo curled up beside her, his bulk warming her in the early spring chill. His huge head lay on her lap, and her hand rubbed his ears. She slipped a gun from a holster at her side, resting it on the floor beside her.