Appearance: Nita stands at 5"8 with an olive-toned complexion. Her hair falls just below her shoulder blades and is a light brown color with a red tint in the sunlight. Her eyes are a brown/green hazel color. She favors earthy tones in her clothes, and prefers to wear long pants and loose blouses. She can be seen with ballet flats and a rope anklet.
Personality: Nita is very easy to get along with. She is usually very kind and courteous, and doesn't like to start fights or "rock the boat". She's mostly indifferent to the opinions of people she doesn't know well, but sincerely cares about what those close to her think. She strives to be important and valued among those she thinks highly of, and this is what fuels her magic. If she is not on your good side and wants to be, she will find or make a way to be.
Bio: Nita lived a normal childhood in a small agriculturally-based town. She helped her parents farm and went to school with other children, but never formed deep bonds with anyone there aside from her family. When she grew old enough to leave home, little hesitation was involved in the decision process. Now that she's been travelling for awhile, she sometimes grows homesick, but often discards those feelings for optimism; she is convinced that she will find her "calling" somewhere along her travels.
Items: A medium-sized messenger bag that holds food, water, changes of clothes, a hairbrush and hairties, and a small amount of money.
Profession: None
{[Sorry it's so late, I had dinner and then my phone decided to delete my app -_-"]}
Alicia feels her eyelids start to droop, even as she hears the newest stranger's screaming. She sleepily looks over the arm of the couch and blinks slowly at his prone form on the floor before feeling herself slip out of consciousness.
Alicia made her way down the stairs and stopped at the base, glancing up in the direction of the Pyro's screams. She felt somewhat guilty, like maybe her being afraid of him caused him pain, but the feeling was quickly replaced by the urge to sleep. Just as she'd reached the couch to finally close her eyes, the screaming increased to more than one person.
"Holy hell." She muttered to herself, putting her head between her knees, "I am never going to get to sleep with everyone being so obnoxious!"
After a moment of feeling awful for herself, she pulled out the Xylazine and one syringe from her coat pocket. Not thinking about attracting Walkers or anyone else, she drew back a couple cc's and stuck it into her bloodstream. She put the materials back into the pocket she'd had them in, she curled up on the couch and tried not to cry in the seven minutes she knew it'd take before it started to hit her.
Sofia sighs at the technician's rapid decision, but shrugs her pack higher onto her shoulders and follows regardless, not wanting to make a scene or cause any issues.
Let's go explore, she thinks sourly, and get bitten by a poisonous snake or something. Sofia won't mind.
{[... Needless to say, I have no clue how to restart. So... ]}
Syennesis looked up from her position behind the kitchen counter in a local bakery when she heard the heavyset owner shuffle back inside the door. She'd watched him leave, hoping he'd be gone longer than it would take her to sneak in, steal as much bread as she could carry, and sneak back out. But of course not. He'd come back before she'd even grabbed her third loaf.
She puffed out her cheeks in silent annoyance and waited for him to walk to another corner of the small shop before creeping over to the side-alley window she'd slipped through. Stuffing the corners of the two baked goods into her mouth, she used both of her hands to silently open the window back up to make her exit when she heard him sputter behind her.
Syennesis glanced back over her shoulder at him, smiling at his red face as she slipped outside. She slid the window closed again, ducked into the darkness of the alley, and ran for her spot on top of a fabric shop a few buildings away. When she got there, she sat cross-legged and finally bit into the still-warm bread. She hummed in contentment, but only ate half of the first. She had grown stronger, and thieving had become much easier for her. She didn't really do it as a way of life anymore; it was more for the rush of almost getting caught that she kept on with it.
Nickname: Sylvie (only likes to be called this in her Main Ego form)
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Female
Main Ego Appearance: Sylvie stands at 5'6 with a pale complexion. She can be described as cute and nerdy, with a shoulder-length bob cut and a mousy face. Her eyes are brown like her hair and she wears black-rimmed glasses.
Main Ego Personality: Sylvie is shy and is not likely to approach anyone first. She's kind to most everyone but doesn't usually voice her opinion unless asked for it directly, for fear of being shot down or rejected. She opens up to people who make it a point to become her friend.
Alter Ego Appearance: Syleste is the same as Sylvie in appearance other than the fact that her hair is longer and a little darker, reaching down the middle of her back and almost black. Her lips also become a bit fuller, and her eyes gain a green ring around the iris. She never wears glasses in this form and prefers to wear fancier clothes like dresses and heels.
Alter Ego Personality: Although Syleste is the same height as Sylvie, she seems to always be looking down her nose at people. She voices her opinion on almost anything without being asked, and tells people what's honestly on her mind. She also wants to feel like she's important somehow, and seeks appreciation from others, but when she doesn't get it she acts cold or indifferent.
Instead, she nodded and turned for the hideout. Her soldiers gave them a three feet barrier and walked around them, some coming inside but most keeping their positions outside. They led them into the meeting office, and only two came inside, leaning against the walls and others outside the door.
Amelia took a seat and motioned at the man to sit across from her at the desk. "Please take a seat, Mr...?"
Alicia's eyes widened first at Pyro's mask and then at the flamethrower he was pointing at her. She swallowed, wondering whether to scream, run downstairs, or try to reason with him. She knew that one inch of his finger could be the difference between keeping her life and being cremated while still alive.
"Uh, I'm s-sorry, I just wanted to sleep... I didn't mean to upset you!" She said, her voice getting louder at the end of her sentence, hoping someone would come up and get her. She backed up out of the doorway slowly, hoping to get to the stairs before turning tail and running like a bat out of hell.
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{[Reserved :D]}
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Character Name: Nita Dislea
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Species: Singular Polymorph/Wereowl
Type of Magic: Psychic
Appearance: Nita stands at 5"8 with an olive-toned complexion. Her hair falls just below her shoulder blades and is a light brown color with a red tint in the sunlight. Her eyes are a brown/green hazel color. She favors earthy tones in her clothes, and prefers to wear long pants and loose blouses. She can be seen with ballet flats and a rope anklet.
Personality: Nita is very easy to get along with. She is usually very kind and courteous, and doesn't like to start fights or "rock the boat". She's mostly indifferent to the opinions of people she doesn't know well, but sincerely cares about what those close to her think. She strives to be important and valued among those she thinks highly of, and this is what fuels her magic. If she is not on your good side and wants to be, she will find or make a way to be.
Bio: Nita lived a normal childhood in a small agriculturally-based town. She helped her parents farm and went to school with other children, but never formed deep bonds with anyone there aside from her family. When she grew old enough to leave home, little hesitation was involved in the decision process. Now that she's been travelling for awhile, she sometimes grows homesick, but often discards those feelings for optimism; she is convinced that she will find her "calling" somewhere along her travels.
Items: A medium-sized messenger bag that holds food, water, changes of clothes, a hairbrush and hairties, and a small amount of money.
Profession: None
{[Sorry it's so late, I had dinner and then my phone decided to delete my app -_-"]}
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"Holy hell." She muttered to herself, putting her head between her knees, "I am never going to get to sleep with everyone being so obnoxious!"
After a moment of feeling awful for herself, she pulled out the Xylazine and one syringe from her coat pocket. Not thinking about attracting Walkers or anyone else, she drew back a couple cc's and stuck it into her bloodstream. She put the materials back into the pocket she'd had them in, she curled up on the couch and tried not to cry in the seven minutes she knew it'd take before it started to hit her.
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Let's go explore, she thinks sourly, and get bitten by a poisonous snake or something. Sofia won't mind.
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Syennesis looked up from her position behind the kitchen counter in a local bakery when she heard the heavyset owner shuffle back inside the door. She'd watched him leave, hoping he'd be gone longer than it would take her to sneak in, steal as much bread as she could carry, and sneak back out. But of course not. He'd come back before she'd even grabbed her third loaf.
She puffed out her cheeks in silent annoyance and waited for him to walk to another corner of the small shop before creeping over to the side-alley window she'd slipped through. Stuffing the corners of the two baked goods into her mouth, she used both of her hands to silently open the window back up to make her exit when she heard him sputter behind her.
Syennesis glanced back over her shoulder at him, smiling at his red face as she slipped outside. She slid the window closed again, ducked into the darkness of the alley, and ran for her spot on top of a fabric shop a few buildings away. When she got there, she sat cross-legged and finally bit into the still-warm bread. She hummed in contentment, but only ate half of the first. She had grown stronger, and thieving had become much easier for her. She didn't really do it as a way of life anymore; it was more for the rush of almost getting caught that she kept on with it.
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Name: Syleste Kurr
Nickname: Sylvie (only likes to be called this in her Main Ego form)
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Female
Main Ego Appearance: Sylvie stands at 5'6 with a pale complexion. She can be described as cute and nerdy, with a shoulder-length bob cut and a mousy face. Her eyes are brown like her hair and she wears black-rimmed glasses.
Main Ego Personality: Sylvie is shy and is not likely to approach anyone first. She's kind to most everyone but doesn't usually voice her opinion unless asked for it directly, for fear of being shot down or rejected. She opens up to people who make it a point to become her friend.
Alter Ego Appearance: Syleste is the same as Sylvie in appearance other than the fact that her hair is longer and a little darker, reaching down the middle of her back and almost black. Her lips also become a bit fuller, and her eyes gain a green ring around the iris. She never wears glasses in this form and prefers to wear fancier clothes like dresses and heels.
Alter Ego Personality: Although Syleste is the same height as Sylvie, she seems to always be looking down her nose at people. She voices her opinion on almost anything without being asked, and tells people what's honestly on her mind. She also wants to feel like she's important somehow, and seeks appreciation from others, but when she doesn't get it she acts cold or indifferent.
Extra: Arrows belong in knees.
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"Strangely? He tried to set me up in flames! In his own room!" She brought her hands up to her face in exasperation.
"And I wasn't even wearing blue..." She mumbled behind her hands, "This guy is seriously unstable."
Then she looked back at the Engineer and dropped her hands to her sides. "Can I just take the couch?"
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{[I could kiss you right now. ...Just sayin'.]}
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She holds her right hand out at Nick in greeting. "Sofia Keppler, combat medic."
{[Disguised bump]}
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Instead, she nodded and turned for the hideout. Her soldiers gave them a three feet barrier and walked around them, some coming inside but most keeping their positions outside. They led them into the meeting office, and only two came inside, leaning against the walls and others outside the door.
Amelia took a seat and motioned at the man to sit across from her at the desk. "Please take a seat, Mr...?"
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Alicia's eyes widened first at Pyro's mask and then at the flamethrower he was pointing at her. She swallowed, wondering whether to scream, run downstairs, or try to reason with him. She knew that one inch of his finger could be the difference between keeping her life and being cremated while still alive.
"Uh, I'm s-sorry, I just wanted to sleep... I didn't mean to upset you!" She said, her voice getting louder at the end of her sentence, hoping someone would come up and get her. She backed up out of the doorway slowly, hoping to get to the stairs before turning tail and running like a bat out of hell.