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WIP Cursed
Full Name:
Antares Fedorov
Name meaning: "Equal of Ares" (Antares)
Goes By:
Oh he's gone by quite a few names, ones that likely will never come to light. . .
(casual) Antares or Tari,
(formal) Fedorov or
Gender:
Male
Age:
Died at 28 1/2 years, appears this age as a Spirit Human
Dog age is 4 years
Cause of Death:
Antares' death was not a tame nor peaceful one, that is for certain.
It was a gunfight he and his partner found themselves in. He had been wounded prior to the confrontation that he had been apart of and a few fortunate bullets that found their mark in his flesh, and his partner had attempted to save him instead of running, her being fatally injured in the attempt. In the end of this unfortunate run-in, they both succumed to blood loss as well as any addition wounds that had been inflicted in the process of everything; bleeding out together in a unlucky turn of events.
At least they had each other in the end
Spirit Animal Species:
Borzoi, dog
Brief Human Appearance:
Antares was a dangerous person when alive, that much was evident by the leonine gait of his strides and the glacial glint within eyes that portrayed a variegated design consisting of vivid greens and warm ambers and pale golds. There was a certain grace to his movements that lent the impression of a predator sweeping through the premises, like a black-coated panther stalking the jungles of its home or a wolf treading over a bitterly cold plain in search of prey; from a slight tilt of his head and displeased slant of narrowed eyes to the prepared shift of weight and the sense of a focused confidence hanging in the space around him like a cloak, it all reads as the gestures of a lethal hunter.
He would have been considered rather a handsome man, with his fair skin and high cheekbones and oval shaped eyes, if not for the energy that seemed to thrum in the space around him; even when contained it lurked just below the surface, so that there was a vague feeling of danger that raised the hairs on one's neck even if those near could not place the exact ambiance. Though some had been drawn to this element of his being, considering him to be as untouchable as a winter storm and as intriguing as one.
There was an athleticism that he possessed that, coupled with a solid height of 6'0" feet, made Antares an impressive sight among the crowd. While the construction of his form had the potiental to be immense and so obviously powerful in strength, the lines of his body have a certain kind of sleekness that lends him a more slender appearance than some men one may encounter, yet there is not a doubt in the minds of any who lay eyes on him that he holds a lean strength that is no less formidable than one larger than he.
While his eternally close-clipped hair was of a rather common yet attractive color, as black as a raven's wings with all of the lustre in the sunlight, it is his eyes that are perhaps the most remarkable feature of his appearance. The main color of his man's irises is a rich green like that of a thriving forest, a thing that seems to shift betwitx a deeper shade like the shadows clinging to the foliage at night and a lighter hue as if the summer rays of light are washing the grasses and leaves into a brightness unique. Near the inky blackness of the pupil, an amber wave surrounding the circular receptor is introduced to the verdant tone of the iris; a sunset sprouting from the ebony pupil and blooming into the bright green, spreading burnished tendrils in inconsistent lengths. There is yet a third hue that exists within the depths of these eyes, albeit a diffcult one to glimpse unless in close proximity to his face or if a bright light were to be shone into the optics; flecks of molten gold are scattered across the entirety of the irises, more so along the viridian expanse than the coppery section of the optics, though one can find several golden sparks ablaze in the amber.
-Hazel eyes, fiery amber (especially in sunlight) near center/the pupil, green iris, gold flecks scattered across iris
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Spirit Animal Appearance:
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Large, 32 inches at shoulder (seeming limit for height? Sourced from AKC)
Possibly white (ironic), or red
Personality:
(ref) Intensely Loyal - Focused - Quieter - Vigilant - Cold/Fierce - Dangerous - Kind of deadpan or sarcastic humor with a touch of darker humor, when he is in the mood to joke - More of a follower, does well when has vague instructions/outline from authority figure - Hardened, apathetic - beginning to be repentant of some actions - uses lethal force to protect-
He quieter he grows, the more dangerous, the more ready to strike; like a rattlesnake coiling or a hunting cat's stillness before the pounce or the moment of silence before the storm
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Open
Other:
-Antares is a third generation American, his grandparents immigrated legally from Russia; and his parents decided to keep their original surname
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Can they be Injured?:
Yes
If yes, How Severely?:
Pretty bad, near fatal at most
Can They be Killed?:
50/50 with me, I personally like to keep characters alive because of my attachment to them; but I also like angst and being killed for a second time would definitely be angsty. If the story leads to my character's death, then so be it, otherwise I'd like to try and keep him alive for a while.
If No, Can their Body be Snatched but Soul Survive?:
Oh that's an interesting concept, maybe, that's a possibility. I believe I would have to see how the plot is going to be absolutely sure, but as of now, let's say now.
Subplots You're Interesting in For Them:
I'll have to think for a minute here
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Finished. <3 Full Name: “Sergeant” Drade Thatcher Goes By: Sergeant or Sarge Pet Name: Whoever is teamed up with him will have the “honor” of giving him a pet name. He will not like it, and that is why it must happen. :p Gender: Male Age: Death – 49 Years Now – 5 Years (Cat), 49 Years (Human) Cause of Death: No one is quite sure how he died, not even himself. It is said that he was killed in action, but some doubt that. Or they at least believe that there is more to the story. However, it may be best to leave it that way as what he does remember isn’t pretty… Spirit Animal Species: Domestic Shorthair Cat Or, to be more specific… Chocolate Tabby-Point, Snowshoe Siamese Brief Human Appearance: Sergeant Drade Thatcher was considered to be a rather handsome fellow during his time spent on earth. A hunk of a man, if you will. He stood at a whopping height of 6’4”, towering over most individuals he encountered. His build was nothing short of intimidating, fit with well developed and perfectly structured muscles that coated the near entirety of his body – a “gift” from the training he went through to enter the military. There isn’t an inch of his body where muscle couldn’t be found, with his arms, legs, and abdomen being the most prominent areas for them. His skin was heavily tanned due to the large amount of time spent in the sun, a remnant of the constant healing of sunburns he had to endure. A multitude of scars are scattered along his body, as one would expect from a man of his career. Scratches, burns, knife marks, and much are all present on him – granting him a rough and experienced appearance. At least the looks match the man. Sarge’s neck and head follow much of the same aspects as his body. His neck is thick and muscular, looking like the trunk of a tree resting upon his shoulders. Albeit, a short one. His jawline is sharp and well defined, almost as though it had been carved out of some wood. His cheek bones, however, were not as sharp and failed to protrude from his face – giving the rest of his face an oddly smooth look, void of blemishes and freckles. His lips were neither lacking in or overly structured, being a bit on the thinner side but having the usual divot at the top. A scar ran vertically along the left side of his mouth, earned from one of his own soldiers when their ego got too big for their britches. A mop of short, dirty blonde hair rests atop his head – reaching no further than the back of his skull. While required for his line of work, he did actually prefer this length and kept it that way when off duty. His eyelashes were of a similar shade, but a tad darker than his actual hair. Blue eyes were paired with the blonde of his hair, creating the gorgeous yet typical style that is sought after by many. The Sergeant’s voice was known to be quite the spectacle, but just as one would expect it to be. It was lower in pitch – almost in between tenor and baritone, but leaning towards tenor. Gruff and authoritative was what it was, known to spur most into action the second he gave a command. Strict was another way to describe it, a sound one would not wish to hear upon being caught doing something stupid or spotted messing up in training. Though, the best way to describe it was boardline aggressive. It was almost as though he saw everyone as an enemy and addressed them as such. Or, what was more probable, is that he simply took everything too seriously and saw every teensy tiny mistake as a threat to them all. Spirit Animal Appearance: Sarge’s newly acquired form is quite the opposite of what he was hoping for. It is feline in nature, being attributed to the common domestic shorthair cat, and is much much smaller than what he would have liked. He now stands at a measly fourteen inches, barely taller than a small dog, and weighs only twelve pounds. A far cry of the stature he once held. His overall build presents a stark contrast to his old self as well. Instead of being one big muscular being, he is now almost completely with such prominent muscles – having an incredibly spry build, designed for quick strikers and even reflexes. Still strong, but in no way useful during a fight. Those sharp claws and teeth of his are unlikely to do much damage unless his opponent is just outright stupid. A mere scratch is going to deter anyone. Soft, medium length fur covers him from head to toe – leaning to the shorter sides of things, of course. It provides him with no defensive benefits, but is useful in keeping himself warm. His tail is all but useless in his eyes, being nothing more than a long object trailing after him. Though it at least makes for a good pillow? His head is more akin to that of an applehead siamese than to those of usual domestic shorthairs. Large ears rest upon this uniquely shaped noggin, fine tuned to hear even the most distant and quiet of sounds. Long whiskers sprout from his muzzle while shorter ones stick out from the side of his head (just below his ears), backs of lower legs, and just above his eyes. He has yet to discover the purpose of these. Drade’s coat is one of the more “exotic” ones found in domestic shorthairs, incredibly sought after for its beautiful physique. His pelt is that of a siamese – being mostly a creamy-white complexion with the usual points of the breed. The specific color of his point is chocolate. However, what makes him so unique is the tabby-like markings found across his body including his points. His creamy sides, upper legs, neck and back of his head carry “classic tabby” markings which are just a hair darker than the fur they cover. His lower legs, which are covered in that chocolate point color, are divided by darker tabby stripes running down them. The chocolate color here also fades into the cream of his upper legs. Similar stripes are found on his tail, but are much more spaced out and create a sort of fade of browns running down it. The darkest of these shades, found at the tip of his tail, is similar to a lighter shade of “seal,” another common point on siamese cats. His ears are tipped in the same fashion. The tabby markings upon his face (strictly the masked section) still take one the usual tabby-like style. “M” shape on the forehead, stripes running sideways from the corners of his eyes and cheeks, and the like. Most of the stripes are darker in color than his actual point, but those running from his eyes and cheeks are a tad lighter. A few patches of white are found among the chocolate and cream of his fur, and are surprisingly easy to spot. His chin is of this bright white coloration as is the center of his chest. His paws, too, seem to have been dipped in this snowy white. One of his paws, the front left to be exact, has a white sock. The front right and back paws, however, only have their toes painted white. His eyes, as one would expect, are the usual “siamese” blue. A stunning display of such a color given his darker tones. Scars are now a thing of the past for this guardian (for the most part, anyway). Very few now line his body, and most that do are hidden underneath his fur. He is not particularly happy with this change. The only scar able to be seen without moving his fur is one that is scarily similar to the one he had as a human. Like before, it runs down the left side of his mouth – cutting across his upper lip and a small portion of his chin. As for accessories… well, that will depend on his “owner’s” choice. If they are to choose to grant him such an item, like a collar, then it is likely to be orange with a small bell on the front. Yeah, he won’t be happy about it. Overall, the sergeant’s voice has stayed mostly the same as before. Gruff, strict, boardline-violent, and the like. Changes to it are mostly minor and, of course, impossible to detect by his Marked One. The pitch is now a tad lighter, being a true tenor and not even remotely baritone. It has somehow grown even more authoritative as well, despite his (eventual) knowledge that his assigned human cannot understand him in the slightest. For the moment, anyway. As per his cat side, he has gained all of their usual noises. Meows, hisses, growling, trills, purring chirrs, and yowls among others. These noises are similar to those of pure bred siamese, incredibly loud and consistent. He will voice his distaste in this cat-like manner, and nothing will shut him up. Not even a broom. Personality: One-Track Mind || Strict || Commanding || Closed Off || Independent || Temperamental || Slightly Haughty || Ornery || Boardline Selfish || Law Abiding… Spirit || Stickler For Rules || Critical || Judgemental || A Bit Brash || Confident || Realist || Survivalist || Stubborn || Seemingly Immutable || Punch First, Talk After || Aggressive || Straightforward || Persistent || Picky || Determined || Dogmatist “Touch me, human, and you’ll be lacking some fingers once we meet again in the afterlife.” “I did what I had to do for my country. Not my fault she couldn’t understand that.” Affiliations: [Moose’s Marked] – Daughter, unbeknownst to him Open Other: - Sergeant has trouble controlling himself from time to time – often giving into those “animal instincts” he’s gained at a moment’s notice. - A cat of all things? Seriously? Why couldn’t have he been a bear? Or a dog? Why must he be the most useless thing for this damn assignment? - Sarge was likely marked a red soul for how harshly he treats others. Particularly his family. He wasn’t abusive in the slightest, but he certainly wasn’t loving. Oh, and he walked out on his wife soon after their child was born to pursue his career. - Deep down, the now-feline being did care greatly for his family. He just put his job in the military before them… Excluding his wife. He could care less about her. (Though he truly does feel some remorse for what he did to her. She truly didn’t deserve it. Not that he’d admit it.) - Yes, Sarge all but skipped out of the debrief of this job. All he knows is that he will be in a new, non-human body and he is to prevent some “corpse” guy from steal inghis assigned human’s body. Alright, easy enough. He’ll just rip him a new one with those large dog-like canines of his and oh shi- ~~~ Can they be Injured?: Yes If Yes, How Severely?: Pretty severely. Broken limbs, deep wounds, etc. Can they be Killed?: Possibly, mainly if the plot calls for it. I’m honestly on the fence with this one, but I am leaning towards no. Mainly because I want him to actually learn a lesson and not die immediately. If No, Can their Body be Snatched but Soul Survive?: If this is a possibility, then absolutely. Subplots You're Interested in For Them: I want the person he guards to be his only child, if at all possible. This is mainly to add tension once he figures it out since he did leave her while she was young. But I’m fine to roll without this. Also, less of a plot, more of a funny image I have in my head, but I want him to be adopted by the Marked one from a pet shop… I may be drawing the scene for that. Yes, I am indeed a cat nerd. I’ve owned too many not ta be. On that note, did ya know that purebred siamese cats can never be snowshoes? I have quite literally yoinked one of my cats ta complete this forum... 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Full Name: Ezra Cole Graham
Goes By: Ezra Gender: Male Age: 22 Credits to mossygator on picrew Appearance Ezra radiates aloofness and looks far from approachable. His first impression appearance seems to scream "tall, brooding, handsome, and happy to kick your ass for no reason at all." With a stature of 6'2, he's not the tallest man around, but his build and perpetual lack of a smile deter basically everyone. His physique is what is commonly referred to as a farmer's build: strong, lean legs hold up a triangular torso with broad shoulders, firm muscling, and arms and hands that promise you don't want to come into contact with a punch from them. He is quite proportional overall, but his upper body has seen more work than everything else and it shows a little bit. His face is angular and lean like the rest of him, but it's quite easy on the eyes. A suntanned complexion hosts faint freckling across his cheekbones and nose, though they become more prominent during the wintertime when the days are darker and shorter. A straight nose is set above a straight mouth with lips neither thin nor full. His eyes are round and an intriguing gray-green, like a storm reflecting off the coastline. They always hold a look of seriousness and a sort of tiredness. Blondish brownish hair Conceal carries, excluding campus and whatnot Personality Some people come out of traumatizing experiences and remain angry, bitter, aloof individuals with trust issues and a general dislike of the world and those in it, and understandably so. Ezra's lack of a smile and harder features may suggest as much would be true to him. However, contrary to what he may come across as appearance-wise, Ezra is a quiet, humble person. His patience and actions are the same with people as they are with a wild horse or a frustrated child: he goes slow, speaks simply, and will take as long as he needs to get the individual to understand him. His long-suffering often gets on others' nerves, especially if they see him as being "holier than thou", though that is not his intention at all. He is an encouraging sort of soul, pushing others to achieve their full potential but doing so in a way that he works beside them and cheers them on. Actually quite kind Thoughtful and courteous Smart, snarky, curious, loves to learn Hard working, borderline workaholic Levelheaded Service-oriented, will help others to his own deteiment Can be blunt, sarcastic, confrontational The "hitman" friend About Them Life has not been kind to him, but he's a stoic son of a gun and is still quite happy with the cards he's been dealt. His parents died in a home invasion gone awry when he was seven; he was staying with a friend at the time. Ezra's grandparents were given custody of him, but his grandfather died of a heart attack only a week later, and his grandmother succumbed to aggressive cancer the next year. He was passed on to his uncle, who owned and operated a hay business. Ezra spent most of his time chucking bales, feeding cattle, cutting and baling fields, and hunting with his uncle and friends. When he was seventeen, a freak accident killed his uncle, and Ezra was left with no one. His uncle had left everything to him, as he was the sole "heir" of the family. He acquired his parents', grandparents', and uncle's assets overnight. Ezra continues to run the hay business, though he does so more from a distance and has employees to actually do the bookkeeping and sales. He runs the tractors and is currently studying to be a doctor, having just gotten a Bachelors in criminal forensics. He also got his EMT certification a couple years back and works for the volunteer fire department. He lives alone in a little farmhouse outside of town, surrounded by his alfalfa fields and empty pastures. Ezra attends church every week, but that's about as social as he gets outside of the occasional date or grocery outing. He has no pets at the moment; his two dogs both recently passed away, and he sold his heart horse to a little girl down the road who had more time for the mare than he did. Strengths Resilient -- emotionally, mentally, physically, spiritually,... He broke when his parents died, and he swore never to break again. He is very, very mentally stable and has learned how to (healthily) deal with his demons. Smarts -- He's wily, witty, strategic, and has a good memory. He is "book smart" and "street smart", though he would really rather be learning new things than finagling himself out of a sticky situation. Ezra is also quite good at reading the room. Physical health -- He isn't the strongest guy around, but he's kept up a healthy lifestyle and doesn't have a ton of problems. He is a little hard of hearing due to his habit of shooting without ear protection, and his joints give him grief after long runs because he refuses to see a physical therapist, but he's good for the most part. Firearm proficiency -- He hunts, goes to gun ranges, has makeshift shooting competitions with friends, and handles firearms of all kinds very well. Ezra is very careful with who he tells about this skill set, though. Weaknesses "After you" -- He doesn't put himself out there for anything, which has caused him issues in the work, school, and friend departments. He can be too polite, leading to him being overlooked in favor of more outspoken candidates in those categories. And he's kind of too dense to realize it. People reader -- Ezra is good at deducing intentions, but his overwhelming desire to believe that everyone is inherently good can hinder his decision making when it comes to trusting people. He really, really wants to believe in a good world, even to his own detriment. He is often disappointed -- not angry, but saddened -- and it takes its toll on him. Languages -- He speaks okay Spanish and can interpret sign language, but he never could sign himself or nail down any other language. His brain just isn't wired for it, even though he's tried his best to learn or improve on new languages and dialects. Workaholic -- He doesn't spend a lot of time on himself or his interests. He studies, works, goes home, works some more, and then repeats the cycle. This can cause him to accidentally shut out friends, kill his social life, and was a root cause for him giving away his horse, which he regrets. Affiliations Hávarðr -- These two have known each other since the dawn of time and are more like brothers than friends. Hav saved his life by convincing him to come have a sleepover, as Ezra likely would have died with his parents if he had been at home. Ezra and Hav stayed close and helped each other through the familial issues that popped up for the both of them, and now Ezra is a TA for one of Hav's classes while continuing to support him outside of the classroom as well. Open Injured and Severity? Brink of death let's gooooooo But if he's in a fight with another normal human, probably just your average cuts and bruises, unless there's a gun or something involved. Can be Killed? Hesitant yes? He's my only character ;-; If No, Can their Body be Snatched but Soul Survive? Yes, but I'd like it to be difficult if it happens Subplots You're Interested in For Them: I'm open to pretty much anything; I don't have any ideas at the moment. It would be interesting if another character, guardian or marked, was or knew his parents' killer to some degree. A random thought, but it could add some spice. Other
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Finished <3 Full Name: Rayna B. Levi First Name Meaning “Song or Melody of Strength” Goes By: Ray or Rayn “Sunshine” is a common nickname Gender: Female Age: 20 Sexuality: Heterosexual Appearance: 
Credit to makowka on picrew Rayna is a “cutely” built woman, appearing nothing like one would assume of someone who grew up on a farm. At first glance, it seems to many that she isn’t exactly strong or versatile – let alone any sort of threat. Her build is slim in overall appearance, seeming to be mostly smooth and lacking in muscles. Made for running, swiftly, but not much else. Her smaller size, which tops off at 5’4”, doesn’t help in this regard either. Her posture is quite the opposite of a farmhand as well, being a bit more “proper” and “civilized” than others. Or so some “city folk” say. Rounded shoulders, contrary to sharper “strengthened” ones seen on most farmers, add to this assumption. The only thing remotely connecting her to the countryside is her tan skin, built up from long days of work under the summer sun. However, if one tries their luck with robbing her or attempting to harm her, they will absolutely find a good amount of well toned muscles hidden underneath this soft exterior. These muscles, while difficult to notice unless outright shown off, are pretty strong due to the multitude of years she’s spent wrangling animals and lifting hay bales. They are mainly located on her arms and legs. The short girl’s facial features, unlike her body, are truly as soft as they appear. Her cheeks are rounded in structure, but are not fat or chubby in the slightest. No amount of protruding bones can be found anywhere on her face, leaving her cheeks and jawline to be smooth rather than jagged and defined. The neck supporting her head is on the thinner side of things and, like her arms and legs, does not appear to have much muscle structure at first glance. Nor is it really much in the first place, with just enough muscling to provide a sort of cushioning for some hard blows. Her lips are slightly on the thinner side of things as well, but not overly so. While not as plush as others, they are still feminine in their own right. A natural, near-constant blush covers her inner cheeks and nose bridge. It grows dark in the colder months, but always leaves a soft pink tint to her skin of these areas. Her hair is long and dark brown in color, akin to a dull-dark chocolate short of hue. It is not very curly, but does have some around the front of her face. The “part” of this hair is not centered, leaning to the right side of her head. Along the left side of her face, some of this hair has curved down over her forehead – covering her ear and a portion of her eyebrow. The right side, due to the area of her part, is void of this – leaving both her right ear and forehead exposed. Small bangs poke out of the top of the left curl, covering the “front” of her eyebrow closest to the center of her head. Her eyes, neither of which are covered by her long hair, are almond shaped. Their iris’ are a forest green in color, almost like the green of a prairie flower’s stem. Rayn has a decently sized wardrobe, fit will all sorts of varying outfits and colors to wear. It is organized by means of seasonal wear, starting with her spring options and leading down to the winter ones. The shoes – lined up along the bottom of the small closet – also follow this trend. Her favorites for each season are always left towards the center of the bunch of hangers in order to avoid digging in the corners of the small “room” whenever she desires to wear them. For spring, she has a decent amount of favored outfits – more so than any of the other seasons. A black jacket is her go-to for the colder days of the season, fit with a red and green X surrounded by gold on the upper left side. This jacket will be paired with one of three main shirts: a purple medium-sleeved with lavender clouds and dark purple spots, a red short-sleeve with darker rose designs, or a light blue-white tie dye short-sleeved. All three of these are v-necks, but they come nowhere near her cleavage. Her pants for the spring are typically any sort of jeans, with her favorite being those with embroidered flower designs. She never wears ripped jeans. For shoes, sneakers are her preferred choice with any number of medium length colored socks. She never wears ankle socks in any season. For summer, her wardrobe is much the same. The “spring” shirts are often used during the summer months, though she does have a blouse or two to choose from – orange, yellow, and purple being her favorite of these. Their sleeves are either medium in length and flowy (purple), a bit shorter in length but a bit more fitting to her arms (orange), or towards the top of her arm – not above the armpit – and “curly” at the ends (yellow). Shorts of various colors as well as some lighter jeans are her usual pants-wear, but she may occasionally wear longer skirts and dresses. Though, she is not the biggest fan of these and never lets them go above her knees. Like before, sneakers and socks are her favored shoes but she will wear closed-in flats from time to time. Especially if in a blouse, dress, or skirt. Fall is a rather straightforward-easy to choose month for her. Hoodies are her favorite upper article of clothing, with black, purple, and red being the colors she most commonly has on. The purple hoodie also has flower designs across, depicting a number of species including red roses, yellow daffodils, and pacific giant delphinium. The other two simply have slightly darker or (in the case of the black hoodie) slightly lighter sleeves. She always wears a lighter shirt underneath so she can take the hoodie off while working in the kitchen at the cafe. Jeans or sweatpants are typically paired with these hoodies, as are “fancy” boots or sneakers. Winter, like summer, is akin to the previous season but with a few minor changes. The hoodies remain throughout this chilling season but are sometimes replaced by a soft turtleneck – black being her favorite out of those. Large beanies are a common sight, long enough to keep both her head and (occasionally) ears covered. Fluffy scarves and earmuffs are used on those particularly chilly days. Fur-lined boots are all she really uses for shoes during this time. However, she never wears any with true animal fur, only those with false fur. The decently organized woman doesn’t have much in terms of accessories. Aprons are a given considering her line of work – being either a black one with the words “Sugar Queen” in white on the front or a gray one with “I bake as good as I bake” in black on the front. Cross earrings always seem to hang from her, well, ears. Though, only one of them can be seen due to her hair. An orange bow is a common sight to see resting within the girl’s hair in all months besides winter. However, it is sometimes replaced by a backwards-facing orange baseball cap whenever she’s in the mood for something a little different. A little throwback to her old way of life, if you will. She possesses no necklace at this point in time but does have her eyes on a few. A shame she cannot afford them (wink wink). Her last accessory piece takes the form of a class-ring resting upon the middle finger of her right hand. It is a rather pretty object, being a bit thicker than one would expect. Its gemstone is an orange topaz surrounded by gold as its foundation. Her full name is embroidered in cursive into the cursive right underneath the gemstone. She rarely takes this off. Ray’s voice is, as one would expect, on the softer side of things. It is rather quiet and difficult to hear in loud environments lest she strain it to grow in volume. Though, don’t expect her to speak much the following day if that is the case. If she didn’t seem approachable before, hearing her gentle tone will surely make her seem so now. Truly, a single murmur flowing past her lips can seem to be a warm and comforting blanket to many. A hug from a good friend, even. One who is always willing to lend an ear. Or, for the band-nerds just as she out there, one could picture her voice being the sweet serenade of a flute or the calm and serene call of a clarinet. The pitch of this voice is within the “medium” range, though it is hard to decipher exactly where it would be on this non-existent scale with how quiet it is. For the most part, it usually sounds a bit cheerful… even when she does not truly feel that way. Personality: Quiet || Shy || Kind || Protective || Introvert & Extrovert (Depending On Company & Location) || Caring || Animal Lover || Musical || Incredibly Hard Worker || A Surface Actor || Masks Emotions || Social (In Her Own Way) || Attentive || Reliant || Bookworm || Smart || Talented In Baking || Patient || Good Mediator || Optimist || Selfless At the sound of the ringing bell, the soft-looking woman at the counter angles her head backwards – attempting to get a better view of you from over her shoulder. A warm smile soon appears, radiant as the summer sun and gentle as a warm breeze. Her green eyes seemed to back up this kind expression, sparkling in their own serene manner. Grabbing what she needed off the shelf, she walks back to the cash register to take your order. “Hello, there. How may I help you today?” About Them: Life has been rather generous to Rayna up until late. She grew up in a large, tightly knit, and religious family, ranging from cousins to grandparents to siblings and even some incredibly distant relatives. Though she had siblings of her own, leaving those cousins of hers to fill in that gap. The family lived in a series of ranches along the countryside, all of which were essential back to back with one another. Competition and rough housing was commonplace amongst the younger generation – her generation – but she tended to stay out of it if at all possible. She much preferred to take care of and spend time with the animals of her family’s ranch that wrestle in the mud of some pasture. When she wasn’t with the animals, she was often baking in the kitchen – making all sorts of goodies for her family members to snatch after a day working in the fields. Playing instruments within the privacy of her own room was also a favored pass time of hers, but she rarely did so when anyone was around. Sure, they knew about her talent (considering the instruments had been actual Christmas presents) but she preferred to keep to herself in that regard. Thus, she started to find herself as an outcast within her own family. But no one shamed her for it. Rather, they uplifted and supported her differences. Upon reaching adulthood, the young woman was quick to announce her departure from the family farm. Although she no doubt loved the old farm, she felt that her calling would be found elsewhere. Specifically in a more populated area. So, with tearful smiles, nearly hour long bear hugs (also filled with tears), and a dream in mind, she was sent off into the world with a cash gift to start her off easy. Life from there was rather simple. Get an apartment, settle on some temporary jobs, and save up on cash. Then finally, a little over a year later – after extensive budget cuts and practice – she was able to open her own cafe. The year following, she added the library section. As of recent times, Rayn has hit a rather harsh period of her life. A time where almost nothing seems to be going right for her. The loss of two of her grandparents (including the one she was closest to) rocked her entire world right out the gate – both having died during the beginning of the year. Another grandparent, the wife of one of the deceased, is currently in the hospital and doesn’t appear to be getting any better. A cousin of hers also lost his life as well, having died in some sort of accident. Having never truly experienced this type of loss before, she is having some difficulty working through it all without letting any hints slip through the cracks of her waning mask. Still, she continues to bury her emotions, even if it’s not the best method of dealing with them. Though, playing her instruments as well as learning the piano, reading, and, of course, baking at least takes her mind off it. The added bonus of her hypoglycemia is not exactly ideal in this case due to it being more prone to acting up when emotions are high. Nor do her living quarters, with a rather cheap apartment being her current place of residence. At least she doesn’t have to worry about the bills, right? Well, no matter. She has faith that God will turn this around for the better. Strengths: Christian – Rayn is what is called a Born Again Christian. This means that she has not only repented and received forgiveness, but that she has a personal relationship with God. Her faith is impenetrable from outside attacks, even if she has a moment of weakness within herself. However, such a moment of weakness (like the one she is experiencing now) can leave her a bit more vulnerable to the Corpse Stealer’s attacks. Even if it does not rock her faith. Physical Strength – While not easily spotted through a general glance, this baker has quite a bit of physical strength due to her years working on her family’s farm. She makes sure to keep it that way as well, often working out in various manners to ensure she loses no amount of stamina or strength. If attacked, she will have the strength and the basic knowledge to defend herself. However, she does not have any hand-to-hand combat knowledge at this point in time. Mediator – Despite being on the shy side of things, Rayna is pretty good at being a mediator during contentious situations. Though, her methods at breaking up conflicts depend on both the people as well as the topic. If it is merely verbal, she will calmly assess the situation and pick the right words to ease their anger or simply take them off the topic. If it appears to be getting a bit more physical, however, she will either outright shove them apart or drag one of them away while simply saying “there will be no fighting in my shop today.” Patience – A straightforward strength of hers. Rayna has a good amount of patience for the annoyances of both humans and life. She can take a lot of them before finally snapping which is something that no one (besides her family) has actually seen happen. When she does, she will just look overly chirpy and be the embodiment of passive aggressiveness. Intelligence – She reads books. A lot. On a multitude of subjects. So there, she has those high-powered brain cells many desire to obtain. Though, this intellect is mainly used to solve problems after they happen rather than assess them before they do. Good Listener – Having grown up in a family as large as hers, Rayna got used to being dragged away by someone after a verbal argument in order for them to rant their grievances. As such, she became used to listening to others in order for them to relieve stress. She never interrupts a speech no matter how in-the-wrong that person may be, and she is unlikely to grant any sort of wisdom or advice unless asked. But she at least pays attention to the whole thing and helps the person through their tougher emotions. Weaknesses: Hypoglycemia – An odd ailment for a café owner of all people to have. She possesses the genetic form of this disease and has been struggling with it since her early teen years. Symptoms of low blood sugar include the following: jitters, lack of balance, muddled thinking, stuttering, and mood changes. Jitters (or specifically muscle weakness) and lack of balance are the first symptoms to show, and they usually come as a pair. Muddled thoughts and stuttering come next if the issue is not corrected, and are a much telling sign that something is off. Mood swings are the last major sign before crap hits the fan. She is either increasingly anxious during this time or surprisingly irritable. Mental State – Rayna has been having some… trouble, mentally, after the loss of so many family members. She keeps ensuring herself that isn’t depressed and is doing just swell… but, deep down, she is worried about these things. She has never dealt with anything like this before. And during those emotions and the grief isn’t exactly helping. Optimist – Bit of a smaller weakness, but one nonetheless. The baker has a tendency to… always see the best in people which, while on the surface, seems fine and dandy… she has been known to view even the most questionable of people in this light. Thus, putting herself at risk in the process. Surface Actor – Yeah, not the wisest thing for her to do at this moment in time. Ray has a rather bad habit of hiding any amount of true negative emotions (excluding anger) from all whom she encounters, never hinting that maybe something could be wrong. Including her best friends. She never allows herself to be helped, believing that she’d just be a burden to all those she dumps her troubles upon. Shy – Similar to the issue above, Rayna’s initial shyness towards others can sometimes prevent any deeper relationship to form. Thus, knocking out any support system she could have had. Hesitant To Ask For Help – The final but most devastating weakness affecting her mental state. Rayn… never asks for help. Like mentioned, she’d believe herself to be a burden if she were to do so. That, if she were to do this, she could inadvertently harm her friend or family member in some way. Besides, she’s always figured out stuff on her own in the past. What’s the harm of continuing to do so? Affiliations: Now that I think about it, I am in the mood for some developing feelings~ Aziel Levi (NPC) – Deceased cousin. One of her closest family members. Bill Levi (NPC) – Deceased grandfather. Closest grandparent. Andrew Levi (NPC) – Father. Will literally only interact with her over phone calls. Shiloh Levi (NPC) – Mother. Will literally only interact with her over phone calls. Professor Ellingboe – Regular at her little cafe and one of her best friends. They met at a concert in the funniest way possible (in her mind). Typically orders affogato with some triple chocolate chunk cookies. [Moose’s Marked] – Another regular at her cafe. Typically comes to use her small library area. Enjoys caramel iced frappe and a chocolate chip cookie. Mattis {WIP} – The closest thing she has to a brother, outside of her own family. She often goes to him for confidence and support. His usual order is a salted caramel latte along with basically anything on the menu. Particularly new stuff. Endellion – A regular at her cafe. She has no “usual” order. Ezra – A “book goer” at her little cafe. She surprises him with some free drinks and treats once in a while, simply because she doesn’t like the thought of anyone going hungry whilst there. Occasionally, she will lend him advice and opinions about his farm. Though, only when asked. She doesn’t want to seem too nosy, after all. Open Other: - Rayna has always had a soft spot for music and has even picked up learning a few instruments. Her favorite genres include classical, wind ensembles, jazz, Christian, and rock. Rap, screaming metal, metal in general, and “dirty” songs are avoided by her. - The smaller woman does not view her faith as any sort of religion. Rather she views it as just that, faith. - Rayn outright despises the stereotype that some members of society have branded her with just because of her faith. She finds, like with all groups, that the actions or perceived actions of a few tend to taint the image of the whole. She intends to subvert these perceived notions, starting with all those that walk through her shop’s doors. There shall be no hate in her cafe. Not on her watch. Though, that does not mean she supports everyone’s choices. She simply respects the differences. ~~~ Can they be Injured?: Yes If Yes, How Severely?: Not too terribly much. Can they be Killed?: Possibly, if the plot depends on it. If No, Can their Body be Snatched but Soul Survive?: Yes, I volunteer as tribute! XD Subplots You're Interested in For Them: Thought about this a tad more. I would like some developing feelings between her and one of the other Marked Ones. Though, I would be open to a lot of plotting on that front. Besides that, I am still willing to talk about over plot ideas with guardian as this isn’t much to go off of. As someone with hypoglycemia, I have ta say, it’s a real pain ta deal with. Also, the most recent edit was because I forgot her nickname and middle initial. XD |
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Wolfdog Guardian Full Name: Lila Anatasia Evermoor Goes By: Lila Gender: Female Age: Lila died at the age of 22, and still appears to be this age. Her wolfdog age is 4 years old. Cause of Death: Lila's death has an aura of secrecy and mystery around it. Multiple people are (were) suspects. She was given tea containing a fatal dose of posioned honey. To cover it up, the person threw her into the river. Police rule it as a suicide. Spirit Animal Species: Wolf (55%) x German Shepherd (45%) Brief Human Appearance: 
[credits to Malachitinous on picrew) Standing at 5’7’’, Lila is a sight to behold. Her smooth skin has a soft, glowing tan complexion, accentuating her golden eyes. Lila’s flawless skin lends a natural radiance to her face, highlighting her features with a sun-kissed glow. Her lithe and agile frame is a testament to her natural athleticism. Her physique is taut and toned, sculpted to perfection, with long, graceful limbs. Her hair is as white as freshly fallen snow. Untouched by the colors of the world, and seems to absorb and reflect the softest moonlight. As a young girl, her hair was a the color of obsidian with one streak of white. As she grew older, her hair gradually turned all white, save for a few strands of black. Her eyes are a vivid, sun-like yellow, emitting a warm and radiant glow that could light up even the darkest of spaces. Framing these enchanting eyes are her thick, luxurious eyelashes, dark as midnight, which further emphasize her captivating gaze. Her full lips are usually colored a shade of deep rose. Her smile is infectious, lighting up any room she enters. Lila takes meticulous care of herself. Her long, delicate fingers are adorned with impeccably manicured nails. Each nail is a work of art, carefully shaped, polished, and often painted with deep, dark colors. Spirit Animal Appearance: 
[Credits to castlegraphics on DA] In her wolfdog form, there is not an ounce of the girl with the radiant white hair and sun-like yellow eyes. Her overall being leans more towards her wolf heritage than German Shepherd. Lila is a colossal presence, standing at 36 inches at the shoulder. Her size is a spectacle to see, often making those who encounter him gasp in awe and in horror. At first glance, you may think a hellhound is hunting you. Her coat was as dark as the night, a sleek and glossy black that absorbed the moonlight like a shadowy cloak. Her eyes were now two pools of fiery amber. Her eyes seem to emit a soft, otherworldly glow, like the flickering flames of a campfire. Beneath the thick coat, powerful muscles rippled with every movement, showcasing her innate agility and strength. With each step, it was clear that her wolf heritage was dominant, her shoulders were well-defined, and her body was built for speed. Her legs were sturdy and built for endurance, her paws armed with sharp claws capable of gripping any terrain. Don't you dare try putting a collar on her. Personality: Lila finds solace and inspiration in moments of solitude. She uses these times for introspection, personal growth, and the pursuit of her passions. Lila's reclusiveness is a reflection of her respect for personal boundaries. She values her own need for space and understands that others have similar requirements. She's comfortable in moments of silence, whether it's in her own company or shared with others. Lila understands that silence can be an eloquent form of communication. Keeping to herself energizes Lila. While social interactions have their place, she derives strength from her solitary moments, using them as opportunities to recharge her inner resources. Lila believes in sharing her thoughts and feelings with intention. She opens up to those she trusts and respects, valuing genuine connections that honor her tendency to keep to herself. Her tendency to observe from a distance gives Lila a unique vantage point, often sticking to the shadows. She notices subtleties and details that others might overlook, allowing her to gain a deeper understanding of people and situations. While she values her alone time, Lila maintains a delicate balance in her connections. She recognizes the importance of nurturing relationships and selectively participates in social interactions. Lila's stand-offish nature is reflected in her reserved demeanor. She tends to keep her emotions and thoughts close to her chest, revealing them only to those she truly trusts. Lila's guarded nature stems from a desire to protect herself from potential emotional harm. She values vulnerability but is cautious about who she allows to see that side of her. Lila is methodical in building trust. She takes her time to assess others before allowing them into her inner circle, ensuring that she forms connections with individuals who align with her values. When Lila does choose to engage, she communicates honestly and authentically. She's straightforward in her interactions and values straightforwardness in return. Her cold demeanor acts as a boundary, shielding her from potential intrusions. Lila is vigilant about protecting her personal space and emotions, only letting in those who respect her boundaries. Despite her reserved demeanor, Lila fearlessly stands up for her beliefs. When she does speak out, it's with an assertiveness that demands respect. She's not afraid to challenge authority or question conventional tradition. In her actions, Lila is decisive and resolute. When faced with challenges, she doesn't hesitate to take charge, always striving for solutions that align with her values. Her actions speak volumes about her commitment to making a difference, even if she prefers to avoid the spotlight. She expresses her thoughts and opinions clearly and succinctly, leaving no room for ambiguity. Her straightforwardness ensures that her message is heard and understood. Lila’s assertiveness is most evident in her ability to make decisions with confidence. She doesn't shy away from taking the lead when choices need to be made. Her deliberation is swift, and she trusts her instincts to guide her toward the best course of action. Beneath her harsh exterior lies a depth of complexity. Those who gain her trust, often see a night and day difference. Lila becomes an eager conversationalist. She engages in deep, meaningful discussions, sharing her thoughts and ideas openly and genuinely. She's more likely to engage in lighthearted banter and share moments of laughter and joy with those who have earned her confidence. She thoroughly enjoys showing appreciation through thoughtful gestures. Lila remembers details about the people she trusts and goes out of her way to make them feel valued. With trusted individuals, Lila is more open about her own vulnerabilities and experiences. Her open personality is marked by a warm empathy that she extends to those she trusts. Lila is not only an attentive listener but also someone who genuinely cares about the well-being of others. She provides a safe space for others to share their concerns, knowing that their feelings are respected and understood. Affiliations: Open! Other: Can they be Injured?: Yes If Yes, How Severely?: Almost to death Can they be Killed?: Possibly If No, Can their Body be Snatched but Soul Survive?: Ooo possibly! Subplots You're Interested in For Them: Open for anything! |
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Marked One Full Name: Mattis Rysten Monroe (ma-TEE-uhs) Goes By: Mattis, Matt, Ry Gender: Male Age: 23 years old Appearance: 
[credits to ElenaA’s Windswept on picrew] At a towering height of 6'2", Mattis draws attention in any room he enters. His well-built, muscular physique speaks of countless hours dedicated to honing his strength and form. Each muscle rippling beneath his tanned skin with visible veins running down his arms. Mattis’ eyes are a soft blue, reminiscent of cloudless sky that seem to shift in intensity depending on the lighting. These blue eyes are framed with thick eyelashes, enough to make others jealous. His thick, expressive light brown eyebrows sit above those enigmatic eyes. His voice, a rich baritone with a hint of gravel, commands attention when he speaks. It resonates with a warmth that matches the twinkle in his eyes. Whether he's engaged in a deep conversation or simply sharing a joke, his voice carries a soothing charm that puts others at ease. Crowning his head is a cascade of curly, messy dirty blonde hair that seems to have a mind of its own. The strands fall in an artful disarray, framing his face in an effortless yet appealing manner. Despite its unkempt appearance, his hair possesses a certain charm. When he smiles, it's nothing short of dazzling. His smile has the power to light up a room, and the genuine warmth it radiates is infectious. It's a smile that reaches his eyes, causing them to crinkle at the corners, and it's a reflection of his positive outlook on life. Liam has a strong jawline and a pair of endearing dimples that appear whenever he smiles. He has soft, full lips that have a slight pink/red hue to them. There is a rather long rugged scar that marks his features. It starts just above his eyebrow, runs through his eye, and ends in an upside-down "V" shape on his cheek. Instead of detracting from his attractiveness, the scar adds to his already striking appearance. Besides this, he has a small beauty-mark on his cheekbone directly under his eye. Mattis has his ears pierced, just two small black stones, and is often seen wearing a black chain with a golden horn pendant on it for safety and protection. Personality: Mattis exudes an undeniable air of confidence in everything he does. It's evident in the way he carries himself, with a posture that exudes self-assuredness and a stride that suggests he's in control of any situation. He radiates an aura of assertiveness that makes it clear he is unapologetically himself, and this authenticity draws others towards him. This confidence is not rooted in arrogance but in a deep belief in his abilities and a genuine sense of self-worth, making him an inspiring figure to those around him. Mattis is unafraid to take risks and embrace new experiences with a bold and adventurous spirit. Mattis’ confidence translates into remarkable leadership qualities. He's the one who steps up to the plate during high-pressure situations, providing a steady hand and unwavering resolve. He approaches life with a fearless attitude, always ready to step outside his comfort zone. This boldness is reflected in his willingness to chase his dreams and face challenges head-on, making him a beacon of inspiration for those who admire his fearless approach to life. Mattis’ loyalty is a rare gem in a world where connections can often be fleeting. He doesn't just stand by his friends; he becomes an unwavering pillar of strength in their lives. His loyalty isn't conditional, and he's known to go to great lengths to help those he cares about, sometimes even putting their needs above his own. But Mattis’ loyalty goes beyond just his personal relationships; it's deeply intertwined with his values and principles. He holds a moral compass that guides his actions, and he stands firmly for what he believes is right. His unwavering commitment to his beliefs makes him a person of integrity, someone who can be counted on to do the right thing even in the face of adversity. Mattis’ protective nature is another layer of his loyalty that endears him to those around him. It's not just about physical protection, although he can be a formidable shield when needed. He also provides emotional sanctuary, creating a safe space where his loved ones can be vulnerable and authentic. He has an uncanny ability to sense when someone is struggling or in distress, and he's always quick to offer a reassuring presence and a listening ear. Mattis’ charisma is undeniable, drawing people to him like a magnet. He has a natural charm that makes him the life of the party and a captivating presence in any social setting. His charisma is not just about looks; it's a magnetic personality that leaves a lasting impression. Mattis’ sense of humor is infectious, and he has a knack for making people laugh, often with his goofy antics and playful jokes. He doesn't take himself too seriously and isn't afraid to let his silly side shine, creating a light and enjoyable atmosphere wherever he goes. Mattis’ playful side often shines through as he embraces his role as a jokester. He loves to entertain and bring joy to others with his witty one-liners and humorous anecdotes. His jokes are a reflection of his lighthearted approach to life. While Mattis’ quick wit and charm are undeniable, he can sometimes have a short attention span. He's easily distracted by new and exciting things, which can lead to humorous situations and unexpected detours in conversations or activities. Despite this, his enthusiasm for life is refreshing. Mattis’ kindness and gentleness are at the core of his being. He treats everyone with respect and compassion, going out of his way to make others feel valued and understood. His gentle nature is a soothing presence in the lives of those around him. Mattis is a true sweetheart, always ready with a kind word or a thoughtful gesture. His genuine caring for others is heartwarming, and he's quick to offer a helping hand or a comforting embrace when needed. He exudes warmth and tenderness in all his interactions. Beneath his confident exterior, Mattis is surprisingly sensitive. He's attuned to the emotions of those around him and can empathize deeply with their struggles and joys. This sensitivity adds depth to his character, making him a compassionate and understanding friend. About Them: Mattis was born in a small rural town in the Midwest. He grew up in a close-knit family, the oldest of three siblings, and spent his formative years surrounded by the beauty of nature and the values of hard work and community. From a young age, Mattis displayed a deep curiosity about human behavior and the factors that influence people's decisions. As he entered his teenage years, Mattis's fascination with understanding the human psyche, especially in the context of criminal behavior, deepened. He spent hours reading books and articles on criminology, psychology, and forensic science. His passion for delving into the minds of criminals led him to pursue a degree in forensic psychology at a renowned university. During his college years, Mattis immersed himself in the study of criminal psychology, working closely with law enforcement agencies and psychologists specializing in criminal profiling. His dedication and talent for understanding the motivations and underlying causes of criminal behavior quickly became apparent. After completing his degree, Mattis embarked on a career as a forensic psychologist, specializing in examining the psychological profiles of criminals. His work involved conducting extensive assessments, interviews, and evaluations to gain insight into why individuals commit crimes. Mattis played a crucial role in assisting law enforcement and the legal system in understanding and addressing the complex factors that drive criminal behavior. Today, Mattis is a well-established figure in the field of forensic psychology, working as a key member of a police department's investigative team. He currently lives in an apartment, alone. He likes the simplicity it has to offer. He doesn't have any pets, but is hoping to get one sometime. In his personal life, Mattis maintains a healthy work-life balance. He is known for his disciplined routine, which includes regular visits to the gym to stay physically fit and maintain his mental well-being. Mattis also enjoys a thriving social life. He has a close-knit group of friends, Mattis's social circle provides a strong support system that complements his demanding profession. Affiliations: Hávarðr Ellingboe - Best Friend (Spellbound) Other: Can they be Injured?: Yes If Yes, How Severely?: Almost to death Can they be Killed?: If the plot calls for it If No, Can their Body be Snatched but Soul Survive?: Absolutely Subplots You're Interested in For Them: Anything |
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WIP, EDITING FOR RP Name:
Endellion Petra Wilson
Age:
20 years
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Quieter ♦ Reserved to strangers ♦ More open with friends♦ Protective ♦ Very Loyal ♦ Observant ♦ Mature ♦ Fakes confidence if needed ♦ Patient ♦ Overthinker ♦ Anxious at times ♦ Quietly confident ♦ Fierce if provoked ♦ Intelligent ♦ Dislikes tension ♦ Doesn't do well with stress ♦ Calm outside, chaotic inside ♦ Responsible ♦ Not touchy-feely ♦ Persistent ♦ Dry/Deadpan humor ♦ Independent ♦ Enjoys company of friends/family ♦ Bibliophile ♦ Secretive ♦ Can be suspicious of others ♦ Polite ♦ Analytical ♦ Somewhat adaptable ♦ Yet Dislikes sudden changes ♦ Unromantic ♦ Good listener ♦ Caring ♦ Quick-witted ♦ Understanding ♦ Can be vindictive
Appearance:
If one were being honest in a description of this young creature, it would be that she is not the unique type of attractive or possesses a beauty that takes the breath from the lungs of those who set eyes on her, instead she is a lady who would perhaps be considered pretty but nothing special; an average kind of appeal that can certainly be common with those dark-haired and eyed people.
For Endellion has inherited a mane of hair as black as the night, each ebony strand seeming to reflect a faint blue cast in the daylight if the brightness is caught at the right angle. As is with most who possess dark-hued hair, the tips that brush against the narrow length of her shoulders betray a rich brown shade when exposed to intense lighting, whether natural or man-made.
The wider eyes set among pale skin and framed by dark lashes are what are often referred to as almond-shaped, which in her opinion look more akin to that of a cat's eye rather than the nut; and while the contours of it is rather common among the world's populace, it manages to suit her. The optics that belong to this appearance of her are deep in color, a brown as rich a darkness as what upturned earth is, the depth of these circles of moist soil is an interesting thing to behold.
This young woman possesses a slender figure and a graceful manner of movement that could be considered an allusion to the beastial form that can be assumed at will, combined with the smaller stature of 5'3 without any elevating footwear, coalesces into an image of a nigh delicate thing that would be rather found in a bookstore than in a band. Despite the initial impression of a lissome being akin to the faeries of old, there is a lean strength that lies beneath the pale expanses of her arms and stretches of legs shaped by regular activity and exercise; that while far from being sculpted by rigorous training that so many partake in, Endellion is not a physically powerless person, although her natural size does make her weaker than another who is larger in stature. |
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Edited at October 23, 2023 11:36 PM by Spellbound
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Winter 
Night Weather: 
Blizzard Moon: 
