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Reserved! Reservations last 24 hours ^-^
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Name: Sabrina Cerver Age: 23 Sexuality: Bi Gang: Hellspawn Position: Member Personality: Sabrina Carver is a cold and calculated individual. She is often found lurking in the shadows of whatever location she is in, prefering to observe rather than speak. She prefers working in small groups or by herself, as she does not tend to opperate well in large groups, though she will tolerate them. Her voice is very smooth, and carries a New York inflection. Her vocals are laced with a dangerous, silky venom. Most people don't know wether to be attracted to her or if they should be more afraid of her. SHe is most certianly an introvert and can exhibit anti-social tendencies. Appearance: Sabrina is five foot seven inches tall, and wieghts one hundred and thirteen pounds. Most would refer to her body type as "walking stick." She has pale skin, and sharp intense silver-blue eyes that she often wings in a cat style eyeliner. Her hair color is a shiny black, and it falls effortlessly straight down her back if she does nothing with it, though she usually wears it back in a tight high ponytail to keep it out of her face. She is always wearing black, leather, or well, black leather. Her face is oval in shape, and her cheekboes are high set. She never wears dresses, never wears heels, and for shoes wears either sneakers or boots. She doesn't wear jewelry as the light could reflect off it and draw unwanted attention. Backstory: (Since I'm not too good with backstories) Sabrina Cerver grew up being tossed from foster home to foster home. Her cold, distant and rebellious attitude proved to be too much for any of her "families" to handle and she was often sent back within a few months. Once she hit 18, she struck out on her own, pick pocketing her way around the city. It was when she was seen throwing knives at wooden cuttouts behind a restraunt with remarkable accuracy that the scouts from Hellspawn's competition approached her. She did not respond to well, landing a knife in the shoulder of one of them before she took off. It was because of that incident that Hellspawn decided to seek her out, and approched her more tactfully. She stays with her gang because they are the closest thing to a real family she has ever had. Likes: Knife Throwing, the smell of cigars, the color black, solitude, the idea of having a close friend, walks through the city, a tatoo on her left shoulder (her gang's symbol). Dislikes: Most people, cats, dead silence, vomit (she has a phobia of it) Other: I have read the rules, and I actually really like the names and the emblem designs. |
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Accepted! Welcome to the RP! SilverFangz said:
Name: Sabrina Cerver Age: 23 Sexuality: Bi Gang: Hellspawn Position: Member Personality: Sabrina Carver is a cold and calculated individual. She is often found lurking in the shadows of whatever location she is in, prefering to observe rather than speak. She prefers working in small groups or by herself, as she does not tend to opperate well in large groups, though she will tolerate them. Her voice is very smooth, and carries a New York inflection. Her vocals are laced with a dangerous, silky venom. Most people don't know wether to be attracted to her or if they should be more afraid of her. SHe is most certianly an introvert and can exhibit anti-social tendencies. Appearance: Sabrina is five foot seven inches tall, and wieghts one hundred and thirteen pounds. Most would refer to her body type as "walking stick." She has pale skin, and sharp intense silver-blue eyes that she often wings in a cat style eyeliner. Her hair color is a shiny black, and it falls effortlessly straight down her back if she does nothing with it, though she usually wears it back in a tight high ponytail to keep it out of her face. She is always wearing black, leather, or well, black leather. Her face is oval in shape, and her cheekboes are high set. She never wears dresses, never wears heels, and for shoes wears either sneakers or boots. She doesn't wear jewelry as the light could reflect off it and draw unwanted attention. Backstory: (Since I'm not too good with backstories) Sabrina Cerver grew up being tossed from foster home to foster home. Her cold, distant and rebellious attitude proved to be too much for any of her "families" to handle and she was often sent back within a few months. Once she hit 18, she struck out on her own, pick pocketing her way around the city. It was when she was seen throwing knives at wooden cuttouts behind a restraunt with remarkable accuracy that the scouts from Hellspawn's competition approached her. She did not respond to well, landing a knife in the shoulder of one of them before she took off. It was because of that incident that Hellspawn decided to seek her out, and approched her more tactfully. She stays with her gang because they are the closest thing to a real family she has ever had. Likes: Knife Throwing, the smell of cigars, the color black, solitude, the idea of having a close friend, walks through the city, a tatoo on her left shoulder (her gang's symbol). Dislikes: Most people, cats, dead silence, vomit (she has a phobia of it) Other: I have read the rules, and I actually really like the names and the emblem designs.
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Yes! Does she get nickname? (I know sometimes that takes time, but I would love her to have one.)
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Accepted! Welcome to the RP! SilverFangz said:
Name: Sabrina Cerver Age: 23 Sexuality: Bi Gang: Hellspawn Position: Member Personality: Sabrina Carver is a cold and calculated individual. She is often found lurking in the shadows of whatever location she is in, prefering to observe rather than speak. She prefers working in small groups or by herself, as she does not tend to opperate well in large groups, though she will tolerate them. Her voice is very smooth, and carries a New York inflection. Her vocals are laced with a dangerous, silky venom. Most people don't know wether to be attracted to her or if they should be more afraid of her. SHe is most certianly an introvert and can exhibit anti-social tendencies. Appearance: Sabrina is five foot seven inches tall, and wieghts one hundred and thirteen pounds. Most would refer to her body type as "walking stick." She has pale skin, and sharp intense silver-blue eyes that she often wings in a cat style eyeliner. Her hair color is a shiny black, and it falls effortlessly straight down her back if she does nothing with it, though she usually wears it back in a tight high ponytail to keep it out of her face. She is always wearing black, leather, or well, black leather. Her face is oval in shape, and her cheekboes are high set. She never wears dresses, never wears heels, and for shoes wears either sneakers or boots. She doesn't wear jewelry as the light could reflect off it and draw unwanted attention. Backstory: (Since I'm not too good with backstories) Sabrina Cerver grew up being tossed from foster home to foster home. Her cold, distant and rebellious attitude proved to be too much for any of her "families" to handle and she was often sent back within a few months. Once she hit 18, she struck out on her own, pick pocketing her way around the city. It was when she was seen throwing knives at wooden cuttouts behind a restraunt with remarkable accuracy that the scouts from Hellspawn's competition approached her. She did not respond to well, landing a knife in the shoulder of one of them before she took off. It was because of that incident that Hellspawn decided to seek her out, and approched her more tactfully. She stays with her gang because they are the closest thing to a real family she has ever had. Likes: Knife Throwing, the smell of cigars, the color black, solitude, the idea of having a close friend, walks through the city, a tatoo on her left shoulder (her gang's symbol). Dislikes: Most people, cats, dead silence, vomit (she has a phobia of it) Other: I have read the rules, and I actually really like the names and the emblem designs.
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You can either assign her a nickname or you can discuss it with the others in discussion ^-^ SilverFangz said:
Yes! Does she get nickname? (I know sometimes that takes time, but I would love her to have one.) Fangsoffire said:
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I'll gladly change anything that I need to Name - Ambrose Vilwester Age - 24 Years Gender - Male - Masculin Sexuality - Aromantic Gang - Crimson Eagles Position - Member Personality - Ambrose is a mix of things. He's sarcastic a lot for one, throwing in some kind of remark in a situation and fully ready to defend himself when someone yells at him for it yet despite that he knows when to stop or back off when it seems to bother someone he's close to and can be very sincere. He's not one of many words, preferring to stay vigilant or on guard when not inside the base and is always watching though there are some mental where he'll be more at ease and banter with someone else. Lending advice is also something he could do, but he can be somewhat blunt at times too when he wants to and is quick to pick up passing information though he has somewhat okay judgement in what's important or not. Ambrose is reckless sometimes, yet silent He will gladly throw himself headfirst into a situation without a second thought if he deems it to look fun, give some sort of excitement, or protect others without a word or second of hesitation in a life or death situation. He would gladly kill to keep his group safe. While Ambrose would love to follow rules a lot, if they seem unreasonable then he'll question before following them if the person persists. Ambrose has a somewhat hard time admitting he's wrong, but it takes a nudge or two for him to finally admit himself and will launch into a full on apology and for some reason has made it his personal mission to lecture whoever let's their pride get ahead of them. He's skilled, but he holds back in fights if not throwing himself into a charge and questions a lot of his decision making which would probably be his downfall one day and his loyalty will get him hurt, along with his ability to get jealous easily. Once he commits to a group or person, he commits hard and this gang is no exception. He's known to hold large grudges too, so expect a lot of nasty looks and ignoring someone when they don't have to work together during a mission. Appearance - Ambrose tends to wear something normally dark colored to help him get by easier during missions and help him to not get caught, but the colors primarily consist of some shade of black, grey, or green. He's usually wearing black jeans with little tears in them and soot probably caking some places and black colored combat boots that reach a few inches short of where his knees are. He also sports a black vest with a white hood over a long sleeved dark olive colored shirt or sweater which helps hide the sigil that's on the base of his neck on the right side Ambrose is an inch or two away from average height, with messy brown hair and honey colored eyes. A tattoo of a ram skull with a rose sprouting by the base of one of its horns is on his shoulder covering part of his chest and he has a few scrapes running along his hands which usually have fingerless black gloves on them to hide them. A black leather belt is around his waist, supporting an army knife and a few poisons he rarely uses but are only used for hits Backstory - Ambrose was a messy kid growing up, long story short he pick pocketed the wrong person one day, the cops were called and his parents decided they didn't want him anymore so they kicked him out when he was 14 not like they had enough money to care for him anyways. To survive, he continued pick pocketing, stealing, and such having a few close calls with the cops again until he finally first saw the Red Eagles. He didn't approach much at first, but eventually he got enough courage to walk up to the leader and request to join and has stayed committed to the gang since Likes - Night time walks, Autumn breezes, Exhilarating fights, Fireworks, Rams (don't ask), long passionate talks about certain topics, listening to rambles Dislikes - Painfully prideful people, Really hot summer days, his screams when he gets spooked, flirting in general, insults for no reason at all, treason Other - Honestly, the Crimson Eagles reminds me of the name of a group in a video game I played so I definitely love it haha and Hellspawn just sounds plain cool, it's an awesome name ----- Name - Conrad Lyteel Age - 26 Gender - Male - Masculine Sexuality - Straight Gang - Hellspawn Position - Member À Personality - Conrad has like- a personality switch kind of. Out of work and hanging out with others he's really caring and acts a lot like an older brother, able to tell when someone is upset and ask if they need help or launch into a playful banter with someone else. He doesn't make it his goal for everyone to like him, he knows there will be people who just straight up hate him or that he can't please everyone all the time but he attempts to always just be there. Conrad can be slightly oblivious at times though, and his way of talking is formal, perhaps a bit too much sometimes but old habits die hard He'll protect those in the gang with a burning passion, and seeks to serve and ensure they'll be happy here if not in the old life they used to live. Though he does hate picking sides in certain kinds of fights and will stick with whoever has his loyalty most he can get maybe too protective sometimes and always decides to completely ignore any flirty remarks. Which is another downfall, sometimes some things that people say that really tick him off or he doesn't wanna hear at the moment he will completely ignore. That, along with his own problems and when they seem to watch up to him he tends to just shut people completely out especially of he spots anything remotely close to his parents still looking for him (cops, missing posters, etc) In work or during a mission he's very dutiful and sometimes a little bit blunt. He takes pride in his role inside of the gang and like usual, will make it his goddamn mission to protect the people inside of the gang. Conrad doesn't lose his formal way of speaking if not it gets more polite and straight to the point kind of. He'll happily answer any question if someone is confused and tries not to get hurt by words too much though if someone points out his complete switch in personality he might draw back a bit with a small wince. Conrad is known for being a little more blunt like this and a lot less hey let's sit down and talk about feelings for an hour, simply asking if someone's alright and backing off if they don't want to be bothered at the moment. Like his more laid back self, he will absolutely walk away of his problems ever come up without any hesitation or shoot it down until he's ultimately cornered and forced to talk He's more strict too, and prioritizes choosing what's best as a while over what's best for whatever individual person is in peril at the moment even if that means sacrifice for the greater good if God makes him choose. He can take yelling, but won't snap back just taking it silently and talks way less so he can analyze and think more but will gladly let someone else lead with a share or two of his own thoughts before following orders that seem within reason. He thinks with his head, not with his heart and even though it hurts sometimes to think like this Conrad knows it's done him well when it comes down to it, at least he hopes Appearance - Conrad is talk for his age, standing 1-2 feet above the normal average height. While Conrad prefers wearing lighter colored clothes that are shaded more towards white than anything else he understands if it's more stealth they're looking for. His main clothes are usually a white sweater without the hood with a dark grey jacket that's hood is always up so the rest of it kind of flows behind him like a cape though he usually only wears it during missions or serious moments it helps to hood his eyes better and he tends to act a bit different than he would normally if just hanging out casually with the gang. He has a lot of scratch marks and dirt, all probably not permanent, usually on any visible part of skin that he bears proudly instead of constantly trying to hide it Conrad has a way of always standing straight, and has made a habit of folding his hands behind his back and lightly tapping his foot when nervous. For shoes he has grey colored combat boots that almost reach to his knees at a point, making a triangle before sloping down at the sides and back an inch or two short from the point and black colored leggings. He has black gloves on usually, but has a pair of white ones stashed somewhere that he usually doesn't take out unless he feels like wearing them for whatever reason, both the black and white pairs of gloves being dirty and torn at some places. His hair is coral colored but toned down and more orange than pink, with light brown colored eyes. He favors a knife a lot, skilled when it comes to anything with a blade such as why he carries a knife or two with him a lot of the time. He bears the sigil on his left shoulder Backstory - Conrad used to live with a rich family, though with them being so busy often he very commonly found himself spending time outside alone. While he would want company, a lot of kids tended to avoid him because of his parents reputations. He didn't exactly mean for him to get where he was now, but after finding a love for causing chaos and very rarely crime he may or may not have taken something way too far to the point he ran away from home when he was 15. Lived on the streets until the point he heard about Hellspawn and joined promptly, working his way gradually up from Greenhorn to where he now stands as a fully fledged member and doesn't plan on leaving his rank anytime soon nor going back to the life he used to live on the streets or back with his parents Likes - Storybooks (shush-), Spending time with the gang, White colored clothes, Windy summer days, Horse Riding, French Fries, Anything fancy but comfortable to wear Dislikes - Really hot or cold weather, Bringing up his personality changes, Anything to do with his past fancy life, Places with no escape, Missing posters, Being forced to confess about anything at all Other - His personality change isn't a disorder I don't think? I'm not gonna label it as one at least - His parents are still looking for him, so there might be one or two missing posters |
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Both are accepted! Welcome to the RP!
Autumn Shire said:
Name - Ambrose Vilwester Name - Conrad Lyteel
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Oronis Grove 19 Male Asexual Aromantic Hell Spawn Greenhorn Oronis is a sickly looking teenager. His skin is guant, and pulled over his skin so tightly you can see the outlines of bones underneath. Instead of being neatly kept, his medium length black hair is perpetually ruffled, reaching to his shoulders in uneven lengths. There's dark circles under his eyes, which are a dull brown, so watery they may as well be yellow. The only life in them is an unnatural glint, giving him the appearance that he's scheming against you. Across the corner of his mouth is a line of stitches. When he talks, only one side of his lips can open, giving his speech a scratchy drawl and looking all-around messed up. His tattoo choices were clearly made on a whim instead of careful consideration. Dark blue lines wrap around one eye, forming a system of circles (think the dog in the Target commercials, that kind of pattern). The sigil is on his upper back, spanning until the middle. One could see the horns poking up from his shirt, each on the back of his shoulders. Any other markings are likely bruises, as with his eerily pale skin, they show quite easily. Grove wears mainly black, if that wasn't already expected. It seems like he only has one outfit, just multiple pairs of them. It consists of a long sweatshirt, obviously a size or two too large. It covers his hands and almost reaches his knees. No matter the weather, it's what he chooses to wear. His pants are baggy, specifically cargo pants. The pockets are usually empty, but occasionally when he moves, they make a slight jingle. There's almost no removable jewelry that he wears, so to speak. On each of his knuckles is an opal. They aren't smoothed down, making it clear they're made to draw blood if he hits somebody. Not like he could do any damage without them, as his muscles are physically nonexistent. On the index finger is a ring of odd design. It's a scorpion with a tail made of multiple joints. Any movement of the finger it's on causes the tail to move, and when he bends it all the way into the palm of his hand, the tail culs up. The coloration is a rusty gold, little flecks of red scattered in there as well. On the bottom, where it's impossible to see unless he removes it, is a small ingraving with the initials 'K.M.' - While he's definitely not a good puncher, his strong suits lie elsewhere. His talents consist of mainly one thing; manipulation. Not of other people, specifically, though it could be deemed as that. Mainly stories or something somebody has said. He's your go-to when you're in a situation you need help getting out of. So far, he's avoided conflict, so it's not ever for himself, simply for somebody else. The scorpion ring was payment for a long-term scenario he had to free somebody from. The same person who gave it to him vouched for him joining the gang. While helpful, he's not the most reliable person. If he doesn't feel like the reward for helping somebody is good enough, he'll sell them out to whoever is on the other side of it. He doesn't do this often anymore, as he's no longer on the streets, and is now a member of Hell Spawn. He's extremely intelligent, and is well aware if he tried to pull a stunt like that, he'd get booted quicker than he could make up for it. Usually, he's spending his free time alone, playing a card game by himself. There aren't many people he socializes with, and carries high NPC energy. If you want a conversation with him, you have to initiate it. There's no way around this. - Unusual for his personality, Oronis actually found himself his way to the gang at first. He approached with information he had gathered about them, having been watching their antics for quite awhile. For reason unbeknowst to him,- though perhaps it had to do with what he had started with- he had been welcomed by somebody who he has yet to learn the name of. They had asked something of him, and had promised to pay him if he completed the job. He did. It took awhile, but he managed to get it done. When he returned, he found the head of the gang already knowing who he was inviting him in, and his scorpion ring. The person was nowhere to be seen. To this day, he only knows what they look and sound like, which would never get him anywhere due to the fact they were in a gang, and nobody would rat someone out like that. Except for him, but that was his thing. - - Grove isn't the biggest fan of firearms. Instead, he likes unarmed combat. While he still needs work on his strength, if he lands a blow, it does a bit of damage even without a muscular physique. If somebody would teach him, he'd welcome it, but he's too quiet to ask. - While unsurprising, it's a little known fact that he's a tinkerer. He enjoys piecing small scraps together to create something new. Most of them actually end up creating music contraptions, specifically music boxes. The soft melodies bring him joy, like a small child getting a new toy. - Games. More specifically, dice or card games. Oronis has quite a knack for them, and they're more enjoyable than the video games he has tried to get into. The best way to interact with him is to offer to play a game. - - Social interaction isn't disliked, but crowded masses is. Whenever he's in a large group, his body reacts violently to it, flushing and giving his skin a tinge of red. The veins below the skin will also become more evident- more than they were, with his malnourished stature and all. - Being treated like a child. He's 19, and he feels that's old enough to be handled like an equal with his peers. While he could be being talked down to because he's a Greenhorn, he's convinced himself it's due to his age. - Water. There's just a paranoia of it. When he's near a larger mass of it, he'll try to find a place to get as far away from it as possible. - You already know what I think ;) |
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