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Welcome! I'll pop my character sheet up in a bit |
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Name: Sage Gender: Male Age: 20 years Appearance: Messy black hair that falls over his eyes (he uses it to kinda hide behind) that is normally kept into a sort of messy bun, he does have an undercut as well, golden amber eyes, Somewhat tall (5'7''), very tan skin since he lives out in the streets, lots of scars but the most obvious is one down his left cheek, Very slim and light (About 160 pounds since he stays very fit) Although he's slim he's still muscular (more refined than bulky as he's best inhand to hand combat), gives off an air of power and/or menace, has a low voice that is quiet and scratchy, he wears mostly black clothes with acessories that all have a purpose, he has a skull tattoo on the nape of his neck (made out of smoke) and traditional tattoos along his left pec/shoulder/arm area Personality: Very mistrusting because of his backstory, would generally rather be alone than with humans, he comes across as cold/rude/uncaring, he's very blunt and a bit crude, he's very stubborn and an extremely good fighter, when fighting he just jumps in without thinking, very hot-headed with a bad temper, tries not to get too attached to anyone, but once he forms a relationship he is very loyal and protective (to the point where he can be selfless to where it hurts him), he has no qualms about killing anyone/anything Weaknesses: Hot-headedness (he often gets hurt or in trouble because of it), he's very untrusting so he doesn't like to accept help, he gets flashbacks (mostly from his father, who he doesn't get along with) from his past which affects him greatly in a very negative way Strengths: Hunting, fighting, very skilled in sneaking around, knows the streets and forests nearby well so he's great at hiding, very quick and agile, very strong Other: His preferred weapon is a small dagger he has with him at all times that he made himself, but he can use really anything well. He does prefer hand to hand combat as opposed to shooting from behind a tree sort of fighting. Quotes: - Your mind is your best tool. Hone it into a weapon, not a cage
- Kill me if you must, but I refuse to bow to a king with a crown studded with jewls of the lives he has ended
- Well, I can't go to hell yet, Satan still has a restraining order against me
- Here, hold my morals. I've got some sketchy shit to take care of
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~{ Fiona Henderson }~ Age: 21 Job: Mafia boss ( The Red Crows) Personality: realistic, generous, open, and gracious; ambitious, guileless, and ritualistic; gullible and crafty Apearence: This is an average height female young adult with wavy light brown waist-length hair, dark brown eyes, and tan skin that wears a Black sweater, jeans, and jet black shoes. Peircings: Ears and Belly Button Parents: Sharon Henderson (Mom) Dan Henderson (Dad) Bg: She's quick, quiet and harsh. This isn't surprising considering for someone with her shocking past.
She was born and grew up in a wealthy family in a poor community, she lived out of trouble until she was about 5 years old, but at that point life took a turn for the worst.
She lost her brother in a food shortage and was shunned. Reunited with a lost pet she had to survive in a bizarre world. But with her persistance and diligence, she managed to escape hell and go beyond expectations. This has turned her into the woman she is today. |
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(Sure. How do we want them to meet? I could just have Sage wandering in the woods and notice them talking and spy, and she notices him, etc etc?) |
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(ok!) Sage was wandering through the forest nearby the area his group had settled down for a while. They were moving back home, after having won a battle with another rival group. So, they weren't familiar with the territory, and he wanted to get a good idea on the land around them, just in case. Knowing the layout of the land, and the areas around them, would be useful. There didn't seem to be much...just a lot of trees and shrubs and things, and a river that branched off into some smaller creeks, winding through the trees and flowing slowly. He moved to wander back around the creek, keeping in a perimeter of a few miles around their temporary camp. He was about to head back when soemthing caught his eye...it looked like a mile marker at first, but it seemed a bit odd. He moved closer, a brick wall catching his eye, along with voices. He frowned and crept closer, keeping in the shadows of the trees and staying quiet, crouching next to a tree with a thick trunk to eavesdrop on the conversation. This was another group, it seemed....and knowing who they were and things like that would be useful for his own group, especially since they were so close. They should probably move further away, actually. |
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Fiona and her two gaurds were walking in the forest the bird singing in te distance as she began talking about something.It seemed in a different language.Fiona's gaurd felt odd they looked around and wondered what the Rustling was. The guards kept close to Fiona alert of anything that could happen . Fiona kept talking about some top secret mission with her gaurds.The guards nodded in response to Fiona's words. (Sorry for the short ones im currently working on an essay for college) |
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(lol you're good. I get how that works xD) Sage frowned when he heard the voices coming towards him, and crouched in the shadows there, watching and listening. He could see bodyguards...no doubt the girl in the middle was someone important. She looked familiar...maybe she was in charge here? She seemed to be. His gaze narrowed and he crept closer, listening to the plan they were talking about. It didn't involve his group, and he doubted they even knew they were there. Good. Even so, he wanted to listen to all he could. He hadn't expected someone to sneak up behind him though. He'd thought he'd hidden fine, but when he felt a gun press against his back, he cursed himself for not paying more attention to his surroundings. He acted like he would surrender easily, then turned to knock the gun away and leap into the fight. More men appeared by then, so even though he got a few good hits in, even his skills in hand to hand combat could only do so much when six men all just grabbed at him. He was on the ground before he knew it, hands bound behind his back and the cold edge of a sword placed against his throat. Wonderful. That wasn't hwo that was supposed to go. No matter...he'd escape eventually. |
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" Well well well. Snooping Sage?" Fiona Chuckled."It appears your out of ur camp" Fiona grabbed his chin. "Not so strong when ur tied up huh?" (still workin) |
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Partly Cloudy with Afternoon Drizzle
