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Futuristic 'Ortus Atque Obitus' - Creation and Destruction [Closed]

Cosmic_Chaos

Turning into Chaos Incarnate, don't mind me
Accepting Characters
OOC | Lore | Interest| Main Rp
Notes:
★Please note that this is a new Rp, and that I am busy a lot, so please excuse me if I do not get around to accepting your character right away.
There are roles that are off Limits or taken, and I will add to them as time goes on.

Species:​

  • Humans: Homo Sapiens, Dominated the Versatile Land called 'Earth'.
    Bi-pedal, evolved Apes, who have a knack for being curious, even in immediate Danger, but also a very delicate species.
  • Stipula:Sepia Hominis, Dominated the Aquatic Sea called 'Nostrimaris'
    Oct-Pedal, evolved Octupi, who are naturally eccentric and typically smart, but they're known for their love of being tricksters.
  • Mualita: Multa Generibus, Dominated the Temperate-like Terrain called 'Sobrisint'
    Bi-Pedal, Pointy-eared- Species, who are known for their ability to change their Gender as they grow, before settling on one.
  • Beliam:Bellum Dilacerata, Dominated the Harsh cold Climate called 'Puagna'
    Bi-Pedel, Similar to Tolkien's Orcs, Known for their warfare and retaining xenophobic views despite cross-species integration.
  • Orandio: Ordo Animi, Dominated a calm, cold Climate called 'Cessabit'
    Quadrupedal, Tenticle-like species, who are known for their abilities like 'hivemind' and able to sense other species emotions.
  • Alurara: Aelurus Linamenta, Dominated a lush Rainforest-like terrain called 'Pluvilva'
    Quadrupedal, large Cat-like Species, who are known for their hunting abilities as well as the lengths to protect their young.
Main Roles Taken:​

  • Imperatrix/Caesar - Me (Unless I deem someone else fit to be them)
  • General Bang Bang Bang Bang
  • Head of the Council @_707_
Roles open:​

  • Council Members -:- [1/8] [7/8 Open]
    -Vita Cealesti - House of Caelesti

  • Army:
    Colonel -:- [0/2]
    Lieutenant -:- [0/4]
    Major -:- [0/5]
    Captian -:- [0/6]
    Warent Officer -:- [Unlimited for now
    Sergeant -:- [Unlimited for now]
    Corporal -:- [Unlimited for now]
    Specialist -:- [Unlimited]
    Private -:- [Unlimited]

  • Rebellion:
    Leader -:- [1/1] - FabulousTrash FabulousTrash
    Spy: Mors Caelesti - Me.
    Members: [Unlimited]
  • General Population -:- [Unlimited]
Character sheet:
Please take note that you can add anything extra, this is simply the minimum.

-:-Basics-:-
Name:
Age:
Species: (Human/other Race)
Pronouns:
Sexuality:
Occupation:
Place of Residence:
Current Location: (i.e. at start of RP)

-:-Persona-:-
Personalit:y (minimum 5-6 bullet points)
Background: (minimum 5-6 bullet points)
Appearance: (image(Doesn't have to have the Traits of the Species) or detailed description)

-:-Extra-:-
Likes: // Dislikes:
Strengths: // Weakness:
Vices: // Virtues:
Physical Or Mental Traits:
Affiliations: // Loyalties:
Family: // relationships: // friendships:
What relations/allies/etc you would be happy for other's to play:
Equipment/Weapons Used/prefer to use:
Clothing/Attire:
Frequently found:

Writing Sample (2 paragraphs minimum)
*for the people who don't understand what this means (Newbies to rping most likely) this is

You can use this code for the Character Submissions. Mind you don't Have to use it, it's just here if you want to use it. The code is what I used for Vita Cealesti.
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{slide=center|[bg=PURPLE]Basic}Name:Vita Caelesti
Age:34
Species: Alurara
Pronouns: Her/She
Sexuality: Pansexual
Occupation: Council Member, Head of House Caelesti.
Place of Residence: Caelesti Estate - Aurum
Current Location: Cealest Estate - Personal Library
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{slide=center|[bg=PURPLE]Persona}Personality:
★ Vita is very distant girl. Her mind is often somewhere else, but she is still able to do all of her work before any deadline set.
★ She's also very careless, often forgetting things, especially important things at home, or in another part of her estate.
★ She's quite optimistic, usually trying to lighten the situation up by playing music, bringing in food, or talking about a subject that she knows everyone can talk positively about.
★ Vita, however, is slightly dense. Unless someone tells her straight, she won't get it. (Intimidation tactics wont work)
★ Simple. Vita is very simple minded, almost child-like. This brings many people to love her, but also hate her.
★Charismic. Vita has a lot of Charisma, so she is able to talk to others and the Majority of them are more friendly to her.
★.Smart. Even though Vita is dense, careless, and mentally distant, she's also a very bright girl. Though this is mostly due to reading in the library when she isn't overwhelmed with work.
Background:
★ The Eldest. Vita was the eldest between her and her Twin Brother. Hence due to Family Tradition, everything mostly fell to her. Head of house, the one to be on the council, everything.
★Her brother despises her because of always getting everything, even though she was willing to share, or even give some of the stuff that she inherited, but was, or is unable to do due to the workload she already has.
★When they were younger, she wanted to spend time with her brother, because she was always being made to learn about the important family stuff, even at a young age.
★However, because Mors was so distant, she decided to leave him to his own devices, and find her own way to not stress over the amount of information she had to learn.
★Eventually she learned that if she was able to clear her mind, she could order it, and would spend most of her time doing this, or reading.
★ Most people thought she looked dazed, or even far from reality, however, she has always been sorting her mind out.

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{slide=center|[bg=PURPLE]Extra}Likes:Books, silence, people, talking with people // Dislikes:People who're grouchy, loud areas.
Strengths:reading, Violin, talking to people // Weakness:Mentaly Distant
Vices: (None) // Virtues: Always being helpful to anyone.
Physical Or Mental Traits: Mentally Distant, but nothing extreme.
Affiliations: House of Cealesti // Loyalties:House of Cealesti
Family: Her brother // relationships: [None] // friendships: [None/claimable]
What relations/allies/etc you would be happy for other's to play: [claimable]
Equipment/Weapons Used/prefer to use: Would prefer to use a lazer-gun. Not into weapons or fighting.
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Frequently found: Personal Library
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Vita Caelesti
Basic
Name:Vita Caelesti
Age:34
Species: Alurara
Pronouns: Her/She
Sexuality: Pansexual
Occupation: Council Member, Head of House Caelesti.
Place of Residence: Caelesti Estate - Aurum
Current Location: Cealest Estate - Personal Library

Persona
Personality:
Vita is very distant girl. Her mind is often somewhere else, but she is still able to do all of her work before any deadline set.
★ She's also very careless, often forgetting things, especially important things at home, or in another part of her estate.
★ She's quite optimistic, usually trying to lighten the situation up by playing music, bringing in food, or talking about a subject that she knows everyone can talk positively about.
★ Vita, however, is slightly dense. Unless someone tells her straight, she won't get it. (Intimidation tactics wont work)
★ Simple. Vita is very simple minded, almost child-like. This brings many people to love her, but also hate her.
★Charismic. Vita has a lot of Charisma, so she is able to talk to others and the Majority of them are more friendly to her.
★.Smart. Even though Vita is dense, careless, and mentally distant, she's also a very bright girl. Though this is mostly due to reading in the library when she isn't overwhelmed with work.
Background:
★ The Eldest. Vita was the eldest between her and her Twin Brother. Hence due to Family Tradition, everything mostly fell to her. Head of house, the one to be on the council, everything.
★Her brother despises her because of always getting everything, even though she was willing to share, or even give some of the stuff that she inherited, but was, or is unable to do due to the workload she already has.
★When they were younger, she wanted to spend time with her brother, because she was always being made to learn about the important family stuff, even at a young age.
★However, because Mors was so distant, she decided to leave him to his own devices, and find her own way to not stress over the amount of information she had to learn.
★Eventually she learned that if she was able to clear her mind, she could order it, and would spend most of her time doing this, or reading.
★ Most people thought she looked dazed, or even far from reality, however, she has always been sorting her mind out.


Extra
Likes:Books, silence, people, talking with people // Dislikes:People who're grouchy, loud areas.
Strengths:reading, Violin, talking to people // Weakness:Mentaly Distant
Vices: (None) // Virtues: Always being helpful to anyone.
Physical Or Mental Traits: Mentally Distant, but nothing extreme.
Affiliations: House of Cealesti // Loyalties:House of Cealesti
Family: Her brother // relationships: [None] // friendships: [None/claimable]
What relations/allies/etc you would be happy for other's to play: [claimable]
Equipment/Weapons Used/prefer to use: Would prefer to use a lazer-gun. Not into weapons or fighting.
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Frequently found: Personal Library


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Gyn'yuaia 'Gyn' Auora Montrae
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Basic
Name: Gy'yuaia 'Gyn' Auora Montrae
Age: 52 (middle-aged for elves-not-elves)
Species: Mualita
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Bisexual
Occupation: Nobilis
Place of Residence: Sanscra Domus
Current Location: TBD

Persona
Personality:
Jovial - Gyn is for the most part a relaxed, easy going figure with an amiable disposition towards everyone by default. Chatty without being a busybody or irksome, she is an excellent conversationalist and has the ability to put almost anyone at ease in the most disquieting of situations.

Just - Firm by fair, Gyn's filling of the position of General has been characterized by the elevation of reason, patience, and acting by logic over irrationality or fear tactics; although of course, this is only assured with those she has direct contact with.

Lax - Despite mounting tensions over territory disputes and in-city hostilities, Gyn has rarely shown too much concern. Be this a sign of confidence or laziness, no one is entirely sure; Or perhaps is for another reason entirely.

Good Time Regular - Gyn is well acquainted with the finer things in life and values them greatly. Not only is this in the sense of fine food, material luxuries, and high art, but also in what she can smoke and drink and imbibe to experience pleasure. All things in moderation, but all things nonetheless. For this, she is frequently criticized or mocked by those who would see her undone.

The Talent - Despite her carefree demeanor and indulgence in pleasure, Gyn is not General for nothing; Her tactical skills and creativity have been demonstrated time and time again, and combined with her seemingly unshakable composure, she is a disconcerting yet reliable figure to serve under. It often takes newbies a while to get to trust her and feel that she is competent, when her attitude seems arrogant and naive, yet those who have served under her a long time know well that she is far from a lackadaisical fool.

Shrewd - Though her manner might incline you to think her soft, Gyn is, to those who have crossed her path, notoriously cutthroat. Not cruel, but unforgiving, she is exact, precise, and efficient in slicing down those who might oppose her. She has strict principles, and abides by a code that allows for honor, but does not take kindly to those who abuse that fact.

Blunt - Despite her position among the smooth talking Nobilis, Gyn is fifty shades of savage when she wants to be. Straight talking, plain, honest, and curt, she is not one to beat about the bush or fluff you about. As such, she's ill-suited - or at least, appears so - to political schemes, the games of lies and two-faces. For the large part, she appears readable, sturdy, and straight-forward. Likewise, she is impatient with the pretensions, and airs and graces of others.

Background:
Not So Humble Origins: Gyn was born into the Nobilis, son to a wealthy businesswoman and a father decorated in military prestige and rank. It was from him she inherited her affinity for the military, and his strict upbringing of her left her well-suited to the discipline of the Academy.
Definitely Not Star Pupil: At the Academy, Gyn encountered the wilder side of life and youth and obtained a degree of notoriety for her partying antics and mischief. She was also feared by the twinned University for her debating skills and fire, and she was seen there more often than she was at the military counterpart. It wasn't until she was threatened with expulsion from the Academy that Gyn buckled up her act and knuckled down; within two years, she went from a near-failure to star pupil of her class, though her instructors still often retained their memory of her former incarnation. Though she regained the discipline her father had instilled in her, Gyn never lost her appreciation for the hedonistic side of life, nor for the passion of discussion and reason.
Mandatory Tragedy: Though Gyn is far from being able to claim a tragic backstory, she was greatly hardened by the experience of her very first military campaign; an expedition to a planet torn by war and genocide was intended to be a mere peace treaty, but dissent broke out and her squadron was captured; Over a hundred soldiers died that day, with Gyn the sole survivor, doing whatever she had to in order to survive - the details of this six month isolation are unknown, reports locked down and classified, but it is assumed that is was not pleasant.
Rising: Following this first mission, Gyn's skill set seemed not only refined by the accelerated learning of hardship, but to rapidly develop a knack for the tactical; This was soon recognized and she was promoted up through the ranks. Consistent prime performance combined with her elite origins won her the role of General just aged forty, and those twelve years since have only served to solidify her position.
Appearance:
☼ 5 ft 2 inches
☼ Very muscular, with a build carved from a heavy regime of sparring, boxing, and judo
☼ Pulls the damn weirdest faces ever sometimes
All art credit to uzulolzu on tumblr

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Extra
Likes: festival music, dance, theater, sparring, wrestling, racing, riding, warm colours (in particular yellow, orange, and red), drinking buddies, heeled boots, firelight // Dislikes: cold weather, stuffy individuals, falsehoods, simpering, brown-nosing, pineapple, bigots, xenophobes
Strengths: Tactical Prowess, Easy-Going nature, Intelligence // Weakness: Trusting, Sympathetic, Indulgent, Honesty
Vices: Alcohol, Beautiful Women and Men, Passionate, Fiery Temper // Virtues: Good-Willed, Practical, Efficent
Physical Or Mental Differently-Abled Traits: Borderline Personality Disorder
Affiliations: The Army, The Imperatrix // Loyalties: The Army, the Imperatrix, The Minority
Family: Wife with whom she is in an open marriage, and two children (claimable) // relationships: various lovers // friendships: claimable
What relations/allies/etc you would be happy for other's to play: Wife, Children, Lovers, Allies, Enemies, etc.
Equipment/Weapons Used/prefer to use: She prefers close-combat weapons and her fists to firearms if she is in a fight, though she's handy with a pistol.
Clothing/Attire:
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Exerpt
Right from day one, Rhysand thinks Tamlin is the worst.

It’s Friday night, maybe Saturday morning, neither Rhys nor the broken clock behind the bar knows. The pub he’s in is the type that’s equally gloomy and choked with smoke no matter the time of day, just another shithole in England’s rainy estates. Everything about it stinks of crippling poverty swept under the rug of prudish first world country pride, but there’s money here if you know where to look. It’s his job to know where to look.

He’s turning the same tricks he’s been playing for an hour, slowly clearing out the other men in relentless poker rounds at the corner table. Though Rhys is taking his time and lazily nursing his drink, he’s already won back the money he spent travelling for the past five months. Perhaps by the end of the night he’ll even make a dent in his alcohol-related debt.

These are the kinds of games he normally plays for fun, but he hasn’t taken a job for a year now and he has never been the kind to give up his particular lifestyle no matter the circumstances. His cousin Mor always offers to lend him money, but she’s only got so much. She’s over in London working an office job and living a real life with bills that need paying and dresses that need mending. He doesn’t know how to ask for things, and every time he’s broke he buys her presents and pretends otherwise.

But he’s got to keep moving, keep up the friction. No chance can he slow down enough to let his brain actually think . In his eyes, stooping to the sin of counting cards on a few good-for-nothing drug peddlers is still better than taking on a real job. Especially after last time.

It’s all going well until the blonde man with the too square jaw points out Rhys has been hiding cards up his sleeves. True, Rhys is sloppy with drink and maybe he did fumble that last card a bit, but that’s no reason to humiliate him. Sadly, the rest of the men in the game - three skinheads in duster jackets and threadbare jeans that don’t match their polished brogues and rolexes - don’t see it that way.

Five minutes later and Rhys is taking a beating in the back street. It stinks like piss and he endures knuckles to the face over and over again. He learned long ago there’s no point fighting back. All he can focus on is an emaciated mutt staring at him from the far corner of the yard, yellow eyes locked on him, drool dripping in rivulets from the corners of its gaping maw. The beast is unflinching, even as Rhys yells out in pain, a steel-capped toe booting him hard in the stomach.

The blonde from the table stands guard by the backdoor, watching. He displays no reaction, aside from wrinkling his nose in disgust when Rhys vomits up acid and blood. With his huge muscles and generically handsome broad face, his onlooker is easy to hate. He has the same stare as that damn dog. Rhys thinks he might kill the bastard.

Yet when the skinheads have retrieved their money and grown bored of blood and wandered off, the blonde remains, and Rhys can’t bring himself to commit murder. He settles for spitting in his general direction. “You still here?” He remarks, hoping to get the man to go so that he might patch himself up in peace.

The blonde doesn’t move, doesn’t even speak. “Fucking sadists,” Rhys hisses under his breath. The man might have lost him everything, but Rhys will be damned if he lets him shame him any further. He choses to ignore the arsehole as he removes his paisley button-down shirt and rips it to shreds, using the scraps to bandage his wounds. The blonde offers no assistance.

“Can I help you, darling?” Rhysand forces himself not to wince - much - as he ties off the gaping wound across his forearm. Fingers yellowed by a month of chain-smoking shitty rolled cigarettes, he palpitates his rib cage, checking to see if any are cracked. The blonde watches.

“How would you like a job?” He asks, his voice as bland as his face. Rhys laughs before telling him to go fuck himself.

“I need a forger,” The blonde continues, ignoring him. “Everything is set up. It shouldn’t take more than a day's preparation. Standard infiltration and seduction.” There’s a sick sensation in Rhys’ stomach as the man describes what for him should be a dream - no pun intended. A job already sorted, already clean and slick and done, and all he has to do is get into someone’s pants. It’s practically made for him.

He’s low on money. Low in the sense that he has jack shit, not even enough to get back to Mor’s place to recover. “I don’t do last minute jobs,” he says, inspecting his busted lip with two cautious fingers. The rest of his face is mostly okay, though he thinks he can feel a black eye brooding beneath the surface, ready to bloom in the morning.

“Your résumé would suggest otherwise.” He goes to ask this infuriatingly cryptic asshole just who he is and how he knows who Rhys is, but then he hears those magic words. “But we’ll pay you well for it. Very well.”

Rhys isn’t stupid. He asks for numbers up front. When he gets them, he has to sigh.

“I’m in.” Beggars cannot not be choosers, and it seems he isn’t cut out for having morals. He straightens so that the blood smeared across his beaten frame, soft and bloated from a year of drinking and forgetting, gleams in the awful fluorescent lighting, cast by the flickering striplight tacked above the back door. It is a credit to Rhys’ reputation that the blonde doesn’t question his capabilities when he asks with a grin, “So, who am I to make my maiden?”

And as easily as that, Rhysand begins to work for Tamlin.

 
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      Rumored Alias:
      AV
      Age: Rumored to be around 21
      Species: Unkown
      Pronouns: They/Them
      Sexuality: Unkown
      Occupation: [̸͙̯̙̐̔͝R̶̩̻̭̓E̴̳̭̦̎̃D̵̢͎͑̇́A̷̲̳͍͆͆C̴͍̼̒͆͆T̶͕̀̽E̷̤͂̂̽Ḏ̵͐̄̆]̶̰̪̍
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      Current Location: [̸͙̯̙̐̔͝R̶̩̻̭̓E̴̳̭̦̎̃D̵̢͎͑̇́A̷̲̳͍͆͆C̴͍̼̒͆͆T̶͕̀̽E̷̤͂̂̽Ḏ̵͐̄̆]̶̰̪̍





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    • Name: [̸͙̯̙̐̔͝R̶̩̻̭̓E̴̳̭̦̎̃D̵̢͎͑̇́A̷̲̳͍͆͆C̴͍̼̒͆͆T̶͕̀̽E̷̤͂̂̽Ḏ̵͐̄̆]̶̰̪̍
      Rumored Alias:
      AV
      Age: Rumored to be around 21
      Species: Unkown
      Pronouns: They/Them
      Sexuality: Unkown
      Occupation: [̸͙̯̙̐̔͝R̶̩̻̭̓E̴̳̭̦̎̃D̵̢͎͑̇́A̷̲̳͍͆͆C̴͍̼̒͆͆T̶͕̀̽E̷̤͂̂̽Ḏ̵͐̄̆]̶̰̪̍
      Place of Residence: [̸͙̯̙̐̔͝R̶̩̻̭̓E̴̳̭̦̎̃D̵̢͎͑̇́A̷̲̳͍͆͆C̴͍̼̒͆͆T̶͕̀̽E̷̤͂̂̽Ḏ̵͐̄̆]̶̰̪̍
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Welcome my redacted and non-redacted friend! though because they are two people, that means you still have 2 Chara's available left to you.
 




Gyn'yuaia 'Gyn' Auora Montrae

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Basic
Name: Gy'yuaia 'Gyn' Auora Montrae
Age: 52 (middle-aged for elves-not-elves)
Species: Mualita
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Bisexual
Occupation: Nobilis
Place of Residence: Sanscra Domus
Current Location: TBD

Persona
Personality:
Jovial - Gyn is for the most part a relaxed, easy going figure with an amiable disposition towards everyone by default. Chatty without being a busybody or irksome, she is an excellent conversationalist and has the ability to put almost anyone at ease in the most disquieting of situations.


Just - Firm by fair, Gyn's filling of the position of General has been characterized by the elevation of reason, patience, and acting by logic over irrationality or fear tactics; although of course, this is only assured with those she has direct contact with.

Lax - Despite mounting tensions over territory disputes and in-city hostilities, Gyn has rarely shown too much concern. Be this a sign of confidence or laziness, no one is entirely sure; Or perhaps is for another reason entirely.

Good Time Regular - Gyn is well acquainted with the finer things in life and values them greatly. Not only is this in the sense of fine food, material luxuries, and high art, but also in what she can smoke and drink and imbibe to experience pleasure. All things in moderation, but all things nonetheless. For this, she is frequently criticized or mocked by those who would see her undone.

The Talent - Despite her carefree demeanor and indulgence in pleasure, Gyn is not General for nothing; Her tactical skills and creativity have been demonstrated time and time again, and combined with her seemingly unshakable composure, she is a disconcerting yet reliable figure to serve under. It often takes newbies a while to get to trust her and feel that she is competent, when her attitude seems arrogant and naive, yet those who have served under her a long time know well that she is far from a lackadaisical fool.

Shrewd - Though her manner might incline you to think her soft, Gyn is, to those who have crossed her path, notoriously cutthroat. Not cruel, but unforgiving, she is exact, precise, and efficient in slicing down those who might oppose her. She has strict principles, and abides by a code that allows for honor, but does not take kindly to those who abuse that fact.

Blunt - Despite her position among the smooth talking Nobilis, Gyn is fifty shades of savage when she wants to be. Straight talking, plain, honest, and curt, she is not one to beat about the bush or fluff you about. As such, she's ill-suited - or at least, appears so - to political schemes, the games of lies and two-faces. For the large part, she appears readable, sturdy, and straight-forward. Likewise, she is impatient with the pretensions, and airs and graces of others.

Background:
Not So Humble Origins: Gyn was born into the Nobilis, son to a wealthy businesswoman and a father decorated in military prestige and rank. It was from him she inherited her affinity for the military, and his strict upbringing of her left her well-suited to the discipline of the Academy.
Definitely Not Star Pupil: At the Academy, Gyn encountered the wilder side of life and youth and obtained a degree of notoriety for her partying antics and mischief. She was also feared by the twinned University for her debating skills and fire, and she was seen there more often than she was at the military counterpart. It wasn't until she was threatened with expulsion from the Academy that Gyn buckled up her act and knuckled down; within two years, she went from a near-failure to star pupil of her class, though her instructors still often retained their memory of her former incarnation. Though she regained the discipline her father had instilled in her, Gyn never lost her appreciation for the hedonistic side of life, nor for the passion of discussion and reason.
Mandatory Tragedy: Though Gyn is far from being able to claim a tragic backstory, she was greatly hardened by the experience of her very first military campaign; an expedition to a planet torn by war and genocide was intended to be a mere peace treaty, but dissent broke out and her squadron was captured; Over a hundred soldiers died that day, with Gyn the sole survivor, doing whatever she had to in order to survive - the details of this six month isolation are unknown, reports locked down and classified, but it is assumed that is was not pleasant.
Rising: Following this first mission, Gyn's skill set seemed not only refined by the accelerated learning of hardship, but to rapidly develop a knack for the tactical; This was soon recognized and she was promoted up through the ranks. Consistent prime performance combined with her elite origins won her the role of General just aged forty, and those twelve years since have only served to solidify her position.
Appearance:
☼ 5 ft 2 inches
☼ Very muscular, with a build carved from a heavy regime of sparring, boxing, and judo
☼ Pulls the damn weirdest faces ever sometimes
All art credit to uzulolzu on tumblr
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Extra
Likes: festival music, dance, theater, sparring, wrestling, racing, riding, warm colours (in particular yellow, orange, and red), drinking buddies, heeled boots, firelight // Dislikes: cold weather, stuffy individuals, falsehoods, simpering, brown-nosing, pineapple, bigots, xenophobes
Strengths: Tactical Prowess, Easy-Going nature, Intelligence // Weakness: Trusting, Sympathetic, Indulgent, Honesty
Vices: Alcohol, Beautiful Women and Men, Passionate, Fiery Temper // Virtues: Good-Willed, Practical, Efficent
Physical Or Mental Differently-Abled Traits: Borderline Personality Disorder
Affiliations: The Army, The Imperatrix // Loyalties: The Army, the Imperatrix, The Minority
Family: Wife with whom she is in an open marriage, and two children (claimable) // relationships: various lovers // friendships: claimable
What relations/allies/etc you would be happy for other's to play: Wife, Children, Lovers, Allies, Enemies, etc.
Equipment/Weapons Used/prefer to use: She prefers close-combat weapons and her fists to firearms if she is in a fight, though she's handy with a pistol.
Clothing/Attire:
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Right from day one, Rhysand thinks Tamlin is the worst.

It’s Friday night, maybe Saturday morning, neither Rhys nor the broken clock behind the bar knows. The pub he’s in is the type that’s equally gloomy and choked with smoke no matter the time of day, just another shithole in England’s rainy estates. Everything about it stinks of crippling poverty swept under the rug of prudish first world country pride, but there’s money here if you know where to look. It’s his job to know where to look.

He’s turning the same tricks he’s been playing for an hour, slowly clearing out the other men in relentless poker rounds at the corner table. Though Rhys is taking his time and lazily nursing his drink, he’s already won back the money he spent travelling for the past five months. Perhaps by the end of the night he’ll even make a dent in his alcohol-related debt.

These are the kinds of games he normally plays for fun, but he hasn’t taken a job for a year now and he has never been the kind to give up his particular lifestyle no matter the circumstances. His cousin Mor always offers to lend him money, but she’s only got so much. She’s over in London working an office job and living a real life with bills that need paying and dresses that need mending. He doesn’t know how to ask for things, and every time he’s broke he buys her presents and pretends otherwise.

But he’s got to keep moving, keep up the friction. No chance can he slow down enough to let his brain actually think . In his eyes, stooping to the sin of counting cards on a few good-for-nothing drug peddlers is still better than taking on a real job. Especially after last time.

It’s all going well until the blonde man with the too square jaw points out Rhys has been hiding cards up his sleeves. True, Rhys is sloppy with drink and maybe he did fumble that last card a bit, but that’s no reason to humiliate him. Sadly, the rest of the men in the game - three skinheads in duster jackets and threadbare jeans that don’t match their polished brogues and rolexes - don’t see it that way.

Five minutes later and Rhys is taking a beating in the back street. It stinks like piss and he endures knuckles to the face over and over again. He learned long ago there’s no point fighting back. All he can focus on is an emaciated mutt staring at him from the far corner of the yard, yellow eyes locked on him, drool dripping in rivulets from the corners of its gaping maw. The beast is unflinching, even as Rhys yells out in pain, a steel-capped toe booting him hard in the stomach.

The blonde from the table stands guard by the backdoor, watching. He displays no reaction, aside from wrinkling his nose in disgust when Rhys vomits up acid and blood. With his huge muscles and generically handsome broad face, his onlooker is easy to hate. He has the same stare as that damn dog. Rhys thinks he might kill the bastard.

Yet when the skinheads have retrieved their money and grown bored of blood and wandered off, the blonde remains, and Rhys can’t bring himself to commit murder. He settles for spitting in his general direction. “You still here?” He remarks, hoping to get the man to go so that he might patch himself up in peace.

The blonde doesn’t move, doesn’t even speak. “Fucking sadists,” Rhys hisses under his breath. The man might have lost him everything, but Rhys will be damned if he lets him shame him any further. He choses to ignore the arsehole as he removes his paisley button-down shirt and rips it to shreds, using the scraps to bandage his wounds. The blonde offers no assistance.

“Can I help you, darling?” Rhysand forces himself not to wince - much - as he ties off the gaping wound across his forearm. Fingers yellowed by a month of chain-smoking shitty rolled cigarettes, he palpitates his rib cage, checking to see if any are cracked. The blonde watches.

“How would you like a job?” He asks, his voice as bland as his face. Rhys laughs before telling him to go fuck himself.

“I need a forger,” The blonde continues, ignoring him. “Everything is set up. It shouldn’t take more than a day's preparation. Standard infiltration and seduction.” There’s a sick sensation in Rhys’ stomach as the man describes what for him should be a dream - no pun intended. A job already sorted, already clean and slick and done, and all he has to do is get into someone’s pants. It’s practically made for him.

He’s low on money. Low in the sense that he has jack shit, not even enough to get back to Mor’s place to recover. “I don’t do last minute jobs,” he says, inspecting his busted lip with two cautious fingers. The rest of his face is mostly okay, though he thinks he can feel a black eye brooding beneath the surface, ready to bloom in the morning.

“Your résumé would suggest otherwise.” He goes to ask this infuriatingly cryptic asshole just who he is and how he knows who Rhys is, but then he hears those magic words. “But we’ll pay you well for it. Very well.”

Rhys isn’t stupid. He asks for numbers up front. When he gets them, he has to sigh.

“I’m in.” Beggars cannot not be choosers, and it seems he isn’t cut out for having morals. He straightens so that the blood smeared across his beaten frame, soft and bloated from a year of drinking and forgetting, gleams in the awful fluorescent lighting, cast by the flickering striplight tacked above the back door. It is a credit to Rhys’ reputation that the blonde doesn’t question his capabilities when he asks with a grin, “So, who am I to make my maiden?”

And as easily as that, Rhysand begins to work for Tamlin.
Oooh, Me likey. Definitely accepted :D
 




Mors Caelesti
Basic
Name:Mors Caelesti
Age:34
Species: Alurara
Pronouns: He/him
Sexuality: Asexual
Occupation: Spying for the Rebellion
Place of Residence: Caelesti Estate - Aurum
Current Location: Cealest Estate - Personal Library (With Vita)
Persona
Personality:
Cold. Mors has a harsh personality which makes it hard for anyone to warm up to him.
★ Mors also has a Bad attitude, usually pointing out the ugly truth, or just speaking his mind.
★He doesn't like most people, so seeing him willingly talking to someone is rare.
★The only time He'll talk to someone is when he's making Illegal Deals with someone for the house
★He acts as if he hates his house and his sister, going so far as to call both degrading names.
★However, he is more passive to his house, and more aggressive to those who disrespect or talk bad about the house of Cealesti.

Background:
★Even though Mors and Vita were twins, He was always shunned due to the fact that he was born second.
★Because he was the least favoured, he was given almost no attention, apart from when his sister almost demanded it.
★But by then he didn't even want any attention on him. He just wanted to be alone.
★He grew distant from everyone early, apart from his sister since she refused to allow him to be too distant from her. However, he was never close with any of his family members.
★He got somewhat used to the fact that he was never going to be anything good, at least while his father was alive anyway. So he did the other thing that he knew was almost essential for the house. but he knew that VIta could never do it.
★ He ended up doing a lot of the background, Illegal stuff. He was always careful to cover his tracks, and if anyone found out, well.. no one would see them again. Not if he could help it anyway.

Extra

Likes Silence, being alone, his privacy // Dislikes people, anyone who bad-mouths him, his house, his sister
Skills Stealth, secrecy// Strengths Fighting // Talents None
Weaknesses His confusion, being very distant to people // Vices // Addictions None
Differently Abled Traits:
Affiliations
House of Caelesti, Rebellion // Loyalties House of Caelesti
Family His sister Vita// Relationships [Claimable] // Friendships [Claimable]
What relations/allies/etc you would be happy for other's to play: [claimable]
Equipment/Weapons Used/prefer to use: Lazer-Gun or a knife. Not into fighting (More like can't but he won't tell anyone), and will do long-range or sneak attack.
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Frequently found: ???


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Zalika Elmahdy
Basic
Name:Zalika Elmahdy
Age:27
Species:Human
Pronouns: Her/She
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Colonel
Place of Residence: Elmahdy Estate, Aurum
Current Location: Elmahdy Estate, Aurum
Persona
Personality:
★ Confident - Zalika has great faith in her abilities and at times can become over-confident. This is due to her rapid progression to the rank of Colonel as a result of her natural aptitude in varying forms of combat and her keen tactical know-how.
★ Loyal/Dedicated - She's very dedicated to her job and her goal of bringing her parent's killers whom she believes are part of Rebellion. This dedication also refers to how she behaves towards anything or anyone she cares about.
★ Headstrong - Zalika isn't afraid to fight, especially if whom she would be up against would be a rebel. This mans if she sees anyone bearing the insignia or talking to someone with the insignia of the Rebellion, she will attempt to fight and apprehend (it is thought she'd also be willing to kill them but this has yet to occur by her own hand)
★ Righteous - Zalika always fights for what she feels is correct and just regardless of whether anyone supports her nor not. This is currently the law and justice in general and, more importantly, revenge.
★ Cynical, sees the world as a cursed place with very few things/people that she’d consider trustworthy or ‘good’. This is what she aims to fix.

Background:
★ Born as the only child of a standard civilian household, Zalika had a normal childhood living with her parents in Altum.
★ The day that dampened her outlook on life but also hardened her was the day of her parent's murders when she was 10 years old.
★ On that day, whilst she was in bed, Zalika heard the noises of fighting coming from downstairs and found many people by the front of the house. Some wearing army uniforms and others bearing unknown insignia.
★ In the end, she saw those that retreated or were dead were those from the army, whilst most of their unknown enemies stood over her parent's corpses, weapons covered in blood. She came to the conclusion that those who stood at their corpses were their killers.
★ Zalika trained constantly and honed her skills in order to get into the army and climb up the ranks. Being bother feared and respected by her peers.
★ Many people think she isn't capable of compassion, it's just she hasn't had anyone to be nice to.

Extra
Likes: Exacting justice, training, being respected, weapons (how they work/how they look), people who have honour and are fearless.// Dislikes: The Rebellion, diplomatic situations, those who sit and do nothing, being defeated or taunted or her defeats.
Strengths: varying forms of combat (melee, firearms, hand-to-hand), persistent in her goals (also a fault at times), leadership skills // Weakness: Stubborn, over-confident (occasionally), Impatient, hot-headed // Vices: cynicism, persistent in her goals, deep-seated hate or the Rebellion. // Virtues: When she likes or agrees with someone or their cause she is vastly dedicated to it or them and will not let anything or anyone stop her.
Physical Or Mental Traits: Introverted, hot-headed, various scars on her torso
Affiliations: House of Elmahdy // Loyalties: House of Elmahdy
Family: Her parents (Deceased), // relationships: [None] // friendships: [None]
What relations/allies/etc you would be happy for other's to play: [claimable] Romantic interest, friendships, allies
Equipment/Weapons Used/prefer to use: Plasma Sword, or Semi-automatic Pistols.
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