Fantasy The Hanging Garden- CS

[Axion]

Character sheet submissions go in this thread where I will look over and approve it if it's good enough.

Name:

Nickname: (Optional)

Age:

Gender:

Personality:

Appearance: (Picture/Drawing)

Physical Description:

Equipment/Inventory:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Occupation:

Bio: (And how does your character know about mine/each other)

Why there's no race/species is because we're all humans so there's no need for that and when you start writing about how our characters know mine/each other, you can talk to me and/or others for collaborations on that. I'm open to questions and help if you need any.

Spoiler: OOC

https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-hanging-garden-ooc.350877/

Spoiler: IC

https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-hanging-garden.351517/#post-8144566

 

[Axion]

Name: Josef Helion

Nickname: "Butcher"

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Personality:

Josef is a ruthless yet an eccentric guy who can be sometimes dark and cynical or be compassionate and humorous in a moments notice. He's also known to be stubborn, listening only to himself when it comes to directions which only fuels his dim-wittedness that makes him go anywhere on a whim, even in dangerous situations. But in certain circumstances, he can be a stone-cold killer who will kill both friend and foe if they get in his way.

Appearance:

Physical Description:

Lean, dark tone skin that completely contrasts to his white hair and brow, 6'2 tall, crimson red eyes, and a stern face.

His clothing/armor style consists of leather fingerless-gloves, iron plate boots, and a very dark green cloak. He wears a murky brown cowl, a black shirt with a purple cross with a chain mail shirt underneath. He wears a silver ring on his left hand.

Equipment/Inventory:

Shorthand Axe- A black steel, shorthand axe, topped with a small spike mounted on a short shaft. It has carvings embedded into it that depict a flower of some sort. It is kept on his back in its own sheath.

Spoiler: Axe

Spoiler: Flower Engraving

Karambit Knife- A knife that curves back and is primarily used to slash and hook enemies. It is kept on the right side of his waist in its own sheath.

Silver Ring- Written in Olde English, it says, "With all my heart, my love..."

Strengths:

Strong-Willed- Insults are mere compliments to him. When a problem arises, he just keeps on moving forward without any doubt.

Hardened- Living a life as a criminal, Josef learned to keep friends close and enemies closer. He's experienced how to kill and how to not get caught with ease.

Weaknesses:

Stubborn- He doesn't exactly like to listen to other people, especially when it comes to planning a strategy.

Dim-witted - He always goes wherever and whenever solely based on whims and guesses.

Occupation: Former criminal/ Mercenary

Bio:

Spoiler

His father had died when he was at a young age, leaving him and his mother poor and needy. They did whatever they could to survive, pickpocketing coins, stealing food from food stands, and even his mother trying to marry another man. But his days soon became darker when his mother was caught while she was out to get food and was shot where she stood. It was hours later, Josef discovered his mom's corpse.

At the age of 9, Josef set out alone in the world by himself but with the faint memories of his mother and her death lingering forever, it fueled a hatred inside of him, Josef would be on the most wanted list. As he grew in age and experience, his crimes grew on a bigger scale from petty theft to high-stake heists where he was described as sly and a stone-cold killer. At the age of 22, he acquired a nickname known to very few other criminals as the "Butcher", because he has killed both friend and foe in the most horrific way possible. Because of his unwanted attention, Josef decided to lay low and instead worked as a mercenary.

One day, he had notice the commotion about the days getting shorter, nights getting longer, the rise in monsters raids and the infamous Hanging Garden. He remembered something from the past when he was with his mother as a child and when he did, he shed a tear for the first time in nineteen years of his life. He found a another purpose to live another day and decided to form a party to bring with him on his journey. He remembered a few favors he had with some "acquaintances" of his. For what reason, we may never know...

 

[idalie]

Name:
Hassan Rakim Al-Zahrani

Nickname:
Ra, 'San

Age:
28

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Intellectual, calm, and patient. Hassan is a quiet soul, who always knows more than he lets on. More of an observer rather than a speaker, the swordsman appears to be brooding and downtrodden for the most part - however, that just seems to be his resting expression. Not exhibiting much beyond a strong poker face, unless dealing with situations of intimacy, love, or concerning friendship and violence. Al-Zahrani is oddly humorous. With a dry, sarcastic wit, and expert manner of how he can backhandedly compliment anyone. His jokes aren't always realised till afterwards, but the fact he makes them shows a good-natured side which reminds those around him, Hassan is in fact, human too.

A son of harsh lands, Hassan shows a remarkable strength and tenacity when in survival situations and is offered some admirable benefits of working in the sun without breaking sweat. Especially since his new abode has a summer that shares the equivalent of spring. He finds hot weather easily adaptable to his strengths. But being brought up in such an environment left its mark. Hassan's anger is barely rivalled if someone can coax it from him, packing more fury than the burning sands of his home.

He prides himself on being a spiritual man, keeping himself close to the Gods with scriptures and meditation. Yet this inner balance manifests itself into a presence unrivalled by any warrior. Such peace gives him an unsuspecting way of sussing out his opponents and presenting as a humble servant - nonetheless, Hassan fights to win. Whether that be throwing sand in their eyes or gouging their eyes out - if it comes to it, he will ensure his victory at any cost. At the moment though, the art of the desert swordsman has stood up to the test of time. A beautiful, deadly dance, taught by few and learned by fewer.

Appearance:

Physical Description:
Hassan is a handsome, tall man with a broad, well-muscled figure from fighting and athletic interest in sports. Dark, tan skin which turns almost golden in the sun, reflects a sharp pair of cheekbones and firm, bearded jaw. Curly black hair, framing his face and two cinnamon eyes, that seem as if they could ask for anything in the world and receive it. He wears the traditional clothes of the desert people, with harem trousers and loose, baggy silks or cottons, laced with golden embroidery. A headscarf richly draped over his locks when in public, yet within buildings is removed. Sword attached to his hip, made of the finest steel money can buy. Few precious rings adorn his fingers, as well as an earring in his left ear. Religious tattoos decorate his torso, written in scriptures and elegant handwriting - painstakingly done over years with a singular needle and ink made of charcoal.

Equipment/Inventory:
- Primary sword, curved desert metal; double edged. Medium blade width and light for manoeuvring.
- Secondary dagger beneath his waist sash
- Talisman of the sun, which lies over his collarbone
- A small tome of religious teachings

Strengths:
- Without armour, the swordsman's speed and agility is almost unparalleled
- Tenacious and strong, both physically and mentally. He can fight as well as the rest of them, yet retains good mental health and appears to be a rock for some due to his attitude.
- Religious faith and practice appear to help Hassan's conscious deal with war and loss, giving him inner peace and clear planning to make his next move.
- Patience. As they say, a virtue; something this man possesses. Although it is not capable of extending to forever, so one should not attempt to test it.
- Formally educated. Due to his upbringing, Hassan understands strategy and planning, as well as previous historical notes on other warriors which help prevent him from making the same mistakes. Al-Zahrani can also speak the language of the Desert tribes which was needed for communication in trade. The language takes its roots from the first spoken words.

Weaknesses:
- Lack of armour. Although Hassan is quick on his feet and deadly, it is understood that the lack of armour (heavy or otherwise) leaves him open to arrow and blade injuries etc.
- Hassan is loyal enough that he'd sacrifice himself for his loved ones and friends without a second thought. No matter the situation.
- Al-Zahrani often can be quick to judge a person based on appearance, although has made peace with many prior characters he'd jumped to conclusions about.
- His strength lies in knowledge and faith, yet when both are stripped away, Hassan can become unrecognisable; suffering symptoms of loose temper, outbursts, and a sick, twisted form of violence toward his enemies. However, it's harder than one may think to take away the anchors of a man's reasoning behind his own existence.

Occupation:
Sellsword/Mercenary

Bio:
Hassan is the illegitimate son of one of the great, Desert houses - Samara. His mother a concubine of Lord Samara, making Hassan lower status than his half-brothers and sisters. Nevertheless, he studied alongside them, reading books about histories of ancient empires and devising battle strategies. By a young age, he was taught swordplay, something he took to instantly. As if a fish breathing water. Determined to become one of the Sultan's personal guards. But, before that dream could be realised, he was framed for the murder of his half-sister. They were playing beside a well when she climbed up upon the edge - against Hassan's warnings - and lost her footing. Although he ran for help and brought a ruckus of guards, it was too late for the girl. Her neck had snapped during the fall. At this time, he was only seventeen.

His mother helped him flee House Samara, and escape judgement by becoming a faithful follower of the Gods in a distant monastery. Where he gained his knowledge of religion, and continue to faithfully study everything he could get his hands on. Thankfully, his swordsmanship continued to flourish under the guidance of true masters. Neverminding that his dreams of being a Sultan's guard were crushed. Somewhat content with his new existence, it was only by twenty-two, he began to realise how life was slipping from his grasp year to year.

With the blessings from the monastery, Hassan left with only the clothes on his back, a sword, and a handful of silver. His wanderings led him to the fighting pits, and it was there he built his reputation and excelled at learning from his opponents. Incorporating various styles that assisted his own. However, as his twenty-sixth summer passed, Hassan left. This time, with a small fortune to his name. He visited the lands of ice and snow, the lush green meadows and amazed himself with the bountiful lakes and seas that appeared around every corner.

As he settled into this new landscape, Al-Zahrani found himself mingling with those much like himself. Mercenaries, swords for hire, and pit fighters. He built a reputation, something which proved useful with the return of monsters and beasts, as it was often the reason he was offered jobs by Lords plagued with such terrors. Nevertheless, he made bonds with the men who happened to be in the same boat as him, wandering nobodies who could only sell their steel to spill blood.

Hassan met Butcher in a way one would only meet the sourfaced Desert swordsman. Fighting his way out of a seemingly endless nightmare of horrific creatures. An unspoken favour Al-Zahrani would owe, and uphold.

Axion ​

 

[Axion]

Name:
Hassan Rakim Al-Zahrani

Nickname:
Ra, 'San

Age:
28

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Intellectual, calm, and patient. Hassan is a quiet soul, who always knows more than he lets on. More of an observer rather than a speaker, the swordsman appears to be brooding and downtrodden for the most part - however, that just seems to be his resting expression. Not exhibiting much beyond a strong poker face, unless dealing with situations of intimacy, love, or concerning friendship and violence. Al-Zahrani is oddly humorous. With a dry, sarcastic wit, and expert manner of how he can backhandedly compliment anyone. His jokes aren't always realised till afterwards, but the fact he makes them shows a good-natured side which reminds those around him, Hassan is in fact, human too.

A son of harsh lands, Hassan shows a remarkable strength and tenacity when in survival situations and is offered some admirable benefits of working in the sun without breaking sweat. Especially since his new abode has a summer that shares the equivalent of spring. He finds hot weather easily adaptable to his strengths. But being brought up in such an environment left its mark. Hassan's anger is barely rivalled if someone can coax it from him, packing more fury than the burning sands of his home.

He prides himself on being a spiritual man, keeping himself close to the Gods with scriptures and meditation. Yet this inner balance manifests itself into a presence unrivalled by any warrior. Such peace gives him an unsuspecting way of sussing out his opponents and presenting as a humble servant - nonetheless, Hassan fights to win. Whether that be throwing sand in their eyes or gouging their eyes out - if it comes to it, he will ensure his victory at any cost. At the moment though, the art of the desert swordsman has stood up to the test of time. A beautiful, deadly dance, taught by few and learned by fewer.

Appearance:

Physical Description:
Hassan is a handsome, tall man with a broad, well-muscled figure from fighting and athletic interest in sports. Dark, tan skin which turns almost golden in the sun, reflects a sharp pair of cheekbones and firm, bearded jaw. Curly black hair, framing his face and two cinnamon eyes, that seem as if they could ask for anything in the world and receive it. He wears the traditional clothes of the desert people, with harem trousers and loose, baggy silks or cottons, laced with golden embroidery. A headscarf richly draped over his locks when in public, yet within buildings is removed. Sword attached to his hip, made of the finest steel money can buy. Few precious rings adorn his fingers, as well as an earring in his left ear. Religious tattoos decorate his torso, written in scriptures and elegant handwriting - painstakingly done over years with a singular needle and ink made of charcoal.

Equipment/Inventory:
- Primary sword, curved desert metal; double edged. Medium blade width and light for manoeuvring.
- Secondary dagger beneath his waist sash
- Talisman of the sun, which lies over his collarbone
- A small tome of religious teachings

Strengths:
- Without armour, the swordsman's speed and agility is almost unparalleled
- Tenacious and strong, both physically and mentally. He can fight as well as the rest of them, yet retains good mental health and appears to be a rock for some due to his attitude.
- Religious faith and practice appear to help Hassan's conscious deal with war and loss, giving him inner peace and clear planning to make his next move.
- Patience. As they say, a virtue; something this man possesses. Although it is not capable of extending to forever, so one should not attempt to test it.
- Formally educated. Due to his upbringing, Hassan understands strategy and planning, as well as previous historical notes on other warriors which help prevent him from making the same mistakes. Al-Zahrani can also speak the language of the Desert tribes which was needed for communication in trade. The language takes its roots from the first spoken words.

Weaknesses:
- Lack of armour. Although Hassan is quick on his feet and deadly, it is understood that the lack of armour (heavy or otherwise) leaves him open to arrow and blade injuries etc.
- Hassan is loyal enough that he'd sacrifice himself for his loved ones and friends without a second thought. No matter the situation.
- Al-Zahrani often can be quick to judge a person based on appearance, although has made peace with many prior characters he'd jumped to conclusions about.
- His strength lies in knowledge and faith, yet when both are stripped away, Hassan can become unrecognisable; suffering symptoms of loose temper, outbursts, and a sick, twisted form of violence toward his enemies. However, it's harder than one may think to take away the anchors of a man's reasoning behind his own existence.

Occupation:
Sellsword/Mercenary

Bio:
Hassan is the illegitimate son of one of the great, Desert houses - Samara. His mother a concubine of Lord Samara, making Hassan lower status than his half-brothers and sisters. Nevertheless, he studied alongside them, reading books about histories of ancient empires and devising battle strategies. By a young age, he was taught swordplay, something he took to instantly. As if a fish breathing water. Determined to become one of the Sultan's personal guards. But, before that dream could be realised, he was framed for the murder of his half-sister. They were playing beside a well when she climbed up upon the edge - against Hassan's warnings - and lost her footing. Although he ran for help and brought a ruckus of guards, it was too late for the girl. Her neck had snapped during the fall. At this time, he was only seventeen.

His mother helped him flee House Samara, and escape judgement by becoming a faithful follower of the Gods in a distant monastery. Where he gained his knowledge of religion, and continue to faithfully study everything he could get his hands on. Thankfully, his swordsmanship continued to flourish under the guidance of true masters. Neverminding that his dreams of being a Sultan's guard were crushed. Somewhat content with his new existence, it was only by twenty-two, he began to realise how life was slipping from his grasp year to year.

With the blessings from the monastery, Hassan left with only the clothes on his back, a sword, and a handful of silver. His wanderings led him to the fighting pits, and it was there he built his reputation and excelled at learning from his opponents. Incorporating various styles that assisted his own. However, as his twenty-sixth summer passed, Hassan left. This time, with a small fortune to his name. He visited the lands of ice and snow, the lush green meadows and amazed himself with the bountiful lakes and seas that appeared around every corner.

As he settled into this new landscape, Al-Zahrani found himself mingling with those much like himself. Mercenaries, swords for hire, and pit fighters. He built a reputation, something which proved useful with the return of monsters and beasts, as it was often the reason he was offered jobs by Lords plagued with such terrors. Nevertheless, he made bonds with the men who happened to be in the same boat as him, wandering nobodies who could only sell their steel to spill blood.

Hassan met Butcher in a way one would only meet the sourfaced Desert swordsman. Fighting his way out of a seemingly endless nightmare of horrific creatures. An unspoken favour Al-Zahrani would owe, and uphold.

Axion ​

Accepted

 

[Angelofwishes7]

Mahala Rayn

Name: Mahala Rayn
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Occupation: Being a gypsy, Mahala has taken many jobs in her travels, including animal training and trading, fortune telling, entertainment shows: Primarily belly dancing and instrument playing, and the selling and trading of fine jewelry and goods.

Personality: Mahala has a very energetic personality. She loves to entertain and have fun but knows when she must lay low or keep to herself. She is very impatient, though she tries to hide it. Mahala can have a very feisty temper, which causes her to get in some rough situations. Even though she gets into some tough situations, she always seems to find a way out, either with spoken manipulation or some other means. Mahala is also very loyal to her friends and family, keeping them close and doing her best to help or protect them.

Appearance:

Spoiler: Alternative clothing

Physical Description: Mahala is a generally fair skinned girl, though she tans easily and has a darker complexion if out in the sun for some time. She has dark black wavy hair and deep brown eyes that some say can put any man into a trace. Her body is thin and very flexible.

Equipment/Inventory: Though in her performing gypsy clothing, (Above) She can not hold much more than a single small knife that is hidden in her clothing for protection, in her Alternative outfit she has been able to hide quite a few knives or her trusty short sword in a hidden sheath in one of her boots.
(Her Boots go up more past her Knees, I just couldn't find a picture with such)

​

Spoiler: Mahala's Trusty short sword

Though she can not hold much in her clothing, she tends to carry a small bag around with supplies she may need (Including some weaponry) if she plans on going far from her caravan.

Strengths:
Flexible: With years of moving, stretching, and training to get her body to bend into some uncomfortable positions has made Mahala's body very flexible.
Beautiful: Mahala is very beautiful, having years of experience enticing and almost hypnotizing some men to get what she wants.
Sly and Cunning: Mahala enjoys using her looks and dancing to take what she likes from people, commonly using her woman flare and other tricks against others.
Traveler: Being a gypsy Mahala has traveled her whole life. She has no problems moving from one area to another.

Weaknesses:
Little Education: Besides what she's learned from her family Mahala has had no other schooling.
Little to No armor: Enjoying the feeling of "Being Free" Mahala has taken up wearing little to no armor in battle.
Over protective: She feels overprotective toward small animals and especially children, sometimes going out of her way to help a child or animal.
Gypsy: Through the years, Mahala has learned that not everyone enjoys the company of the gypsies. Some going so far to try to burn the caravan or attack them on sight.

Spoiler: Bio

Mahala wasn't born a gypsy, her mother, and father were regular people who lived rough lives, seeing that there was no way to take care of a newborn baby they left her on the streets for the animals. Luckily for her, a caravan of gypsies was going through the town. Finding the young infant a couple who could not produce their own took her in and raised her as her own.

Mahala grew up quickly with the gypsies. Learning their skills and way of life. She learned very quickly that life wasn't always easy. Trading animals and jewelry to make a living, not to mention as soon as she turned 17 she was taught to dance. At first, Mahala hated dancing, having lots of people, mainly men watch her perform with her fellow gypsies. It made her uncomfortable to have so many eyes on her at once.

But, as the years passed, Mahala began to enjoy the attention. She began to use it to obtain what she wanted from others. Food, jewelry, Money, anything she could get her hands on. Though she also found herself distancing from her family. There were more arguments and fights and Mahala found herself wandering further and further from the "safety" of the towns and her caravan.

Most night Mahala wouldn't meet anything out at night, the occasional creature that she'd hide from or if it was small enough, she would test her strength in a game of cat and mouse. Seeing how long she could run and hide from the creature till it tired, then she'd take her blade to the beast to end the game. After nights of this happening, Mahala found that she enjoyed hunting these creatures more than she enjoyed dancing. She had made hunting and exterminating stray creatures a passion of hers. Though she doesn't want to admit it to her parents till she is ready to leave her gypsy lifestyle.

Mahala first met Josef (or the Butcher, but she prefers to call him by his name, lol) when her caravan had entered one of the larger towns they commonly stopped by to resupply. Of course, Mahala being in a crowded town wanted to put on a show and dance after the long travel. Seeing the peculiar man made Mahala curious, so in her warm-hearted nature, she at least tried to dance for him. Though the man didn't at first want to dance, after some time and convincing, Mahala was able to convince him to join her. After a bit of dancing, Mahala did what she always has, socialized.

After some small talk, Mahala had learned about Josef's career choice and what he does on a day to day basis. Become ever so interested in what he does, she brought up her own tales about how she used to sneak out a night and faced some of the strange creatures that lingered near some of the smaller towns at night. At the end of the conversation, Mahala brought up how she wished to adventure and fight more of the creatures but didn't know how to bring it up to her caravan family. It was then that Josef offered for her to join him on his journey. Unsure of what she wanted to do yet, she left him to go back to the caravan and think everything over.

At the end of the day, Mahala made the decision to leave her caravan, join the mercenary on his quest, and change her life, for better or worse.

Axion​

 

[Aristasy]

Name: Miki Chevarie

Nickname: Night's Talon

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Personality:

Similar to a black hole in space, Miki seems to suck the light and warmth out of her surroundings. Depressed and slightly bored with life, Miki is quiet by nature and doesn't like to bring attention to herself. Growing ever more lonely, there are occasions where she tries to reach out and form a connection or two. Her cold pride would never allow her to admit these feelings though, so Miki spirals further around the inevitable loneliness.

Physical Description:

Lithe and petite, Miki appears deceptively younger than she is. Her skin is pale from lack of sunlight while her golden eyes glow warmly, greatly contrasting with the overall aura Miki exhibits. To most, she is already quite small even with her high-heel boots. Miki's soft black hair runs just past the shoulder, but is usually partially tied into a low, loose ponytail.



Equipment/Inventory:

As an assassin, Miki has only two types of weapons - blades and claws. Her right hand is usually wearing the claws while her left remains plainly gloved for handling the non-violent logistics of day-to-day life. The blades are hidden in plain sight as they are very thin edges lining the back part of her overcoat that split into two "wings".

Strengths:

Speed - the amount of time from a hiding place to her target is quite negligible
Stealth - nimble, light-footed, and small in size, Miki is quite hard to notice
Poison-resistance - raised to withstand common poisons, the goal was to allow her to poison both her own drink and the target's, so if she was caught and the drinks switched, it wouldn't matter.

Weaknesses:

Sensitivity to brightness and loudness. Living most of her life underground during the day and outside during the night, headaches can literally be induced by subjecting her to sunlight or bringing her next to a busy tavern. Miki's speed and stealth come at the cost of strength and toughness. Despite being very effective at her job, a straightforward fight would result in her squashed like a bug.

Occupation: Assassin

Bio:

Miki's father died in a bar fight when she was just an infant. Her mother, who both hated her abusive husband and the forced outcome of that toxic relationship, abandoned Miki in an alley-way soon after. Found and adopted by a homeless man, Miki only knew life as an endless scavenger hunt in the darkness for survival.

About twelve years later, Miki's foster father was kicked to death by criminals that simply wanted to kill some time as they waited for their boss to arrive. Despite happening right in front of her eyes, Miki did not cry. In truth, she was too shocked. Outwardly, Miki appeared serene and unaffected, however her mind has already begun repressing the cruel turn of events. The criminal boss arrived to hear of what happened, and decided he would take her in as a daughter. This was not done out of kindness or guilt, but rather out of perversion, as the boss had taken an unhealthy and despicable liking to her.

Miki's second foster father only lasted a few days. An assassin had been sent from a small, but infamous organization known for their discreet and effective services. As the assassin killed the last member of the gang, they saw Miki gazing out from underneath a bed. Deciding to spare her, the assassin left.

Little did the assassin know, but Miki followed him back to headquarters. For a professional to be embarrassed so badly could only mean death. The unfortunate assassin decided to cover their ineptness by lying that he had brought a talented new recruit. Miki somehow passed the test and was adopted for the third time. It is only here, that Miki's life began to stabilize, though arguably not for the better.

Miki met Josef "Butcher" during one of her missions early on in her new career. As a complete greenhorn, she failed to stab him in the neck as she leaped from the nearby roof at him. Botching the job, Miki was completely at Butcher's mercy. Surprisingly, he didn't kill her. Miki didn't say a word, but simply maintained eye contact with him as she slipped away to report her failure.

 

[Axion]

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Mahala Rayn

Name: Mahala Rayn
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Occupation: Being a gypsy, Mahala has taken many jobs in her travels, including animal training and trading, fortune telling, entertainment shows: Primarily belly dancing and instrument playing, and the selling and trading of fine jewelry and goods.

Personality: Mahala has a very energetic personality. She loves to entertain and have fun but knows when she must lay low or keep to herself. She is very impatient, though she tries to hide it. Mahala can have a very feisty temper, which causes her to get in some rough situations. Even though she gets into some tough situations, she always seems to find a way out, either with spoken manipulation or some other means. Mahala is also very loyal to her friends and family, keeping them close and doing her best to help or protect them.

Appearance:

Spoiler: Alternative clothing

Physical Description: Mahala is a generally fair skinned girl, though she tans easily and has a darker complexion if out in the sun for some time. She has dark black wavy hair and deep brown eyes that some say can put any man into a trace. Her body is thin and very flexible.

Equipment/Inventory: Though in her performing gypsy clothing, (Above) She can not hold much more than a single small knife that is hidden in her clothing for protection, in her Alternative outfit she has been able to hide quite a few knives or her trusty short sword in a hidden sheath in one of her boots.
(Her Boots go up more past her Knees, I just couldn't find a picture with such)

​

Spoiler: Mahala's Trusty short sword

Though she can not hold much in her clothing, she tends to carry a small bag around with supplies she may need (Including some weaponry) if she plans on going far from her caravan.

Strengths:
Flexible: With years of moving, stretching, and training to get her body to bend into some uncomfortable positions has made Mahala's body very flexible.
Beautiful: Mahala is very beautiful, having years of experience enticing and almost hypnotizing some men to get what she wants.
Sly and Cunning: Mahala enjoys using her looks and dancing to take what she likes from people, commonly using her woman flare and other tricks against others.
Traveler: Being a gypsy Mahala has traveled her whole life. She has no problems moving from one area to another.

Weaknesses:
Little Education: Besides what she's learned from her family Mahala has had no other schooling.
Little to No armor: Enjoying the feeling of "Being Free" Mahala has taken up wearing little to no armor in battle.
Over protective: She feels overprotective toward small animals and especially children, sometimes going out of her way to help a child or animal.
Gypsy: Through the years, Mahala has learned that not everyone enjoys the company of the gypsies. Some going so far to try to burn the caravan or attack them on sight.

Spoiler: Bio

Mahala wasn't born a gypsy, her mother, and father were regular people who lived rough lives, seeing that there was no way to take care of a newborn baby they left her on the streets for the animals. Luckily for her, a caravan of gypsies was going through the town. Finding the young infant a couple who could not produce their own took her in and raised her as her own.

Mahala grew up quickly with the gypsies. Learning their skills and way of life. She learned very quickly that life wasn't always easy. Trading animals and jewelry to make a living, not to mention as soon as she turned 17 she was taught to dance. At first, Mahala hated dancing, having lots of people, mainly men watch her perform with her fellow gypsies. It made her uncomfortable to have so many eyes on her at once.

But, as the years passed, Mahala began to enjoy the attention. She began to use it to obtain what she wanted from others. Food, jewelry, Money, anything she could get her hands on. Though she also found herself distancing from her family. There were more arguments and fights and Mahala found herself wandering further and further from the "safety" of the towns and her caravan.

Most night Mahala wouldn't meet anything out at night, the occasional creature that she'd hide from or if it was small enough, she would test her strength in a game of cat and mouse. Seeing how long she could run and hide from the creature till it tired, then she'd take her blade to the beast to end the game. After nights of this happening, Mahala found that she enjoyed hunting these creatures more than she enjoyed dancing. She had made hunting and exterminating stray creatures a passion of hers. Though she doesn't want to admit it to her parents till she is ready to leave her gypsy lifestyle.

Mahala first met Josef (or the Butcher, but she prefers to call him by his name, lol) when her caravan had entered one of the larger towns they commonly stopped by to resupply. Of course, Mahala being in a crowded town wanted to put on a show and dance after the long travel. Seeing the peculiar man made Mahala curious, so in her warm-hearted nature, she at least tried to dance for him. Though the man didn't at first want to dance, after some time and convincing, Mahala was able to convince him to join her. After a bit of dancing, Mahala did what she always has, socialized.

After some small talk, Mahala had learned about Josef's career choice and what he does on a day to day basis. Become ever so interested in what he does, she brought up her own tales about how she used to sneak out a night and faced some of the strange creatures that lingered near some of the smaller towns at night. At the end of the conversation, Mahala brought up how she wished to adventure and fight more of the creatures but didn't know how to bring it up to her caravan family. It was then that Josef offered for her to join him on his journey. Unsure of what she wanted to do yet, she left him to go back to the caravan and think everything over.

At the end of the day, Mahala made the decision to leave her caravan, join the mercenary on his quest, and change her life, for better or worse.

Axion​

Accepted

 

[Axion]

Currently a work-in-progress. I need to sleep soon, so wanted to get the gist of my character out in case there anything needs to change. I will finish tomorrow!

Name: Miki Chevarie

Nickname: Night's Talon

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Personality: Depressed, slightly bored with life, and definitely lonely.

Physical Description:

WIP

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Equipment/Inventory:

Blade-lined "wings" that make up the back part of her overcoat in addition to her five-fingered claws worn on her right hand.

Strengths:

Speed, stealth, and poison-resistance.

Weaknesses:

Sensitivity to brightness and loudness. Lack of physical strength.

Occupation: Assassin

Bio: WIP

Can you bump her age up to 20 or over if you can?

The bladed wings are intriguing for the moment until when you do finish your Cs and that's all I wanted to say for now.

 

[Aristasy]

Can you bump her age up to 20 or over if you can?

The bladed wings are intriguing for the moment until when you do finish your Cs and that's all I wanted to say for now.

Bumped her age and CS is done, assuming everything is okay

 

[Axion]

Bumped her age and CS is done, assuming everything is okay

Wow, that ending of the bio gave me the chills. Accepted. IC is open now so you can jump right in.

 

[Aristasy]

Thanks~

I decided to keep it vague how and why Miki was sent a letter. I was thinking she accepted because she is currently very lonely, and this is sort of her subconscious attempt to break out of her shell. Maybe we can work out a second meeting in our character's history that sort of explains why Josef sent her a letter.

 

[Axion]

Thanks~

I decided to keep it vague how and why Miki was sent a letter. I was thinking she accepted because she is currently very lonely, and this is sort of her subconscious attempt to break out of her shell. Maybe we can work out a second meeting in our character's history that sort of explains why Josef sent her a letter.

Sure, sounds like a good idea to me. I'm open to ideas if you got any. I got some that could work as well.

 

[Axion]

(Closed until Further notice)