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Bluefirecan
Mar Member 2023

Bluefirecan

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Name:
Lyla Hill
Age:
22
Gender:
Female. Have I ever not been?

Race:
Pixie

Race Description:
Specifically, she’s a water pixie. She can manipulate water and hold her breath indefinitely. She has wings and can therefore fly. I feel like everyone has a vague idea of what water pixies do, and if anyone really needs more description, I can give it. But mostly it’ll be the manipulation of existing water.

Appearance:
Lyla stands at just under 6 inches tall. She has a decently curvy body, and weighs maybe half a pound. It’s hard to tell, as most scales aren’t sensitive enough to weigh a pixie. There are wings on her upper back. The wings resemble that of a dragonfly’s, both in shape and in coloration. Her hair is a vibrant blue shade, perhaps the one I used to define the bio sections, and reaches to about mid-back. She has creamy skin.

Clothing:
Well, whenever she finds some, probably doll clothes. Or just a scrap of fabric and a safety pin. She’ll try to get ahold of some doll clothes, though, so picture the weird “Velcro at the back” shirts and jeans that don’t have any pockets or anything.

Short History:
Lyla was fairly average in school, kept her head down, but studied for classes and such. She got good grades and did several extracurriculars, but never really felt attached to anything. She led a pretty standard middle-class life, until the day she didn’t.

Other:
I haven’t slept in 24 hours. End me.
I just play FFXIV at this point. DC: Crystal

07-Jun-2020 13:12:56

Taleisin
Apr Member 2016

Taleisin

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Name: Titania "Titty" Heirwood
Age: 27
Gender: Female

Race: Fairy

Race Description: Fairies are generally small people. At first they seem like very pretty, very feminine human beings. But the more you look, the more inhuman they appear. Their wings only appear at will, and are generally flimsy looking but capable of withstanding great speeds. They are a magically inclined race - focusing on arcane and nature energy.

Appearance: Titty is not especially tall. Standing at 5'4", she is one inch away from shopping in the petite section. She is no hourglass either, with slender shoulders, torso and arms. It is clear she is not a strong person physically. Her chest holds just enough volume to give away her feminine form, but one could hardly call her chesty. But her hips are wide set, giving her more of a pear shape, leading into thicker thighs and small feet. It's really quite bizarre to behold. Her wings - while ordinarily unseen when not in use - are a quadruple set, each wing curving into a point and glimmering with a series of amethyst purple and cobalt blue.

Her face however is pale and clear, with soft pink hollow cheeks. Her eyes are doe-like, with violet coloured irises and long thick black eyelashes. Her lips are a soft shell-pink colour, and sharp canines - though not as pronounced as a vampire. Framing her face is a cascade of silvery white hair that flows like a waterfall of waves down her back towards her hips.

Clothing: Currently, a form-fitting halter dress with an uneven chiffon skirt that is shorter at the front - sitting above her knees and longer at the back. It starts off as dark plum purple at the bodice, before fading into a pale blue ombre at the hem of the skirt. This is paired with a set of bizarrely solid black combat boots laced all the way up to just below her knees.
Everyone has the potential to be an asshat in a flower crown.

07-Jun-2020 13:46:59

Taleisin
Apr Member 2016

Taleisin

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Short History: Titty was your average nerd-with-glasses. Nothing special to look at. She had moved to New York with some friends, hoping to score a good job. Unfortunately, the job she secured was a low-paying role as a sales assistant. How she died, she does not know. It has not yet been made public knowledge, and her body has not yet been found.

Other: Titty is British. You're welcome.
Everyone has the potential to be an asshat in a flower crown.

07-Jun-2020 13:47:07

Taleisin
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Taleisin

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Drip. Drip. Drip.

A wet dripping sound is what rouses her from her apparent slumber. Titty slowly opens her eyes, a strange feeling of vertigo striking her - despite the feeling that she is lying down. She waits for a few moments, waiting for the vertigo to pass. As she waits, she stares vacantly ahead of her. Wherever she is, it seems to be dimly lit. It does not seem to be anywhere particularly damp. A warehouse?

The vertigo passes after some minutes tick by, and she finally finds the strength to push herself up into a sitting position. A wave of nausea hits, and she almost doubles over - retching. She feels out of place, like this is not where she should be. Or even the right body.

And then she hears the heavy breathing.

Titty looks up, her expression reminiscent of a deer caught in the headlights. Her eyes focus first on a nearby table, where something is covered up by a soaked sheet - but the floor underneath it is stained red. Her eyes widen. No.....Please no.... Is the only thought in her mind, before she slowly shifts her attention to the form of a tall, relatively overweight man. She seems to recognise him as her manager, but a heavy ball of dread wells up in her stomach followed by her heart beginning to race out of fear. Don't turn around....Don't turn around.... She finds herself thinking. But why would she think that?

Time seems to slow down as her manager turns, finally noticing her. In one instant, she takes in three things; he has a shipping knife in his hand, he is covered in blood - mostly from the waist down - and his zipper is undone.

"Hey, who're you?!" He suddenly growls out, in a mixture of anger and fear. His words break the silence, and it also breaks the horrified trance Titty had been sitting under. She lets out a bloodcurdling scream, and pushes herself upright to flee for the door. She feels strangely light on her feet as she runs, but it is not enough to escape his bloodied hand grabbing onto her arm.
Everyone has the potential to be an asshat in a flower crown.

07-Jun-2020 18:43:00

Taleisin
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Taleisin

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She tries to twist away with a panicked shriek, and her instinct is to swing her other arm around to try and swipe weakly at him. There is a brief and quiet crackle, and a faint flash of blue light. And for whatever reason, he releases her with a sudden surprised yell. She does not stop to see what happened - her terror pushes her on to flee down the corridor. The door ahead opens, revealing a confused woman in a fleece and some kind of uniform - the uniform of her workplace. And the woman is her colleague. But Titty does not stop, she crashes into the poor woman and they are sent tumbling down onto the ground with startled cries.

"What the....Who are you?! Are you alright?" The woman asks - and Titty vaguely recalls her name as Anna. Anna's eyes briefly flick downwards, and she turns scarlet. "Uh....Why are you...?" Her voice trails off in an embarrassed manner. Titty looks down at herself in fearful confusion. For whatever reason....She has nothing on. In a mixture of embarrassment and fear, she scrambles to her feet and begins to run, terrified that if she stops for a moment, her manager would catch her. She sprints through the store, crashing into customers and colleagues alike in her mad rush to get away.

Stumbling through the open doors, she trips and hits the pavement. But the momentary pain is not enough to stop her from pushing herself upright and fleeing into the night, lost in the crowd....
Everyone has the potential to be an asshat in a flower crown.

07-Jun-2020 18:49:41

NotFishing

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Name: Liam Richard
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Race: Dullahan

Race Description: A Dullahan is a headless horseman, with only an eerie green flame erupting from where their head should be. This flame does not spread, and has no temperature. Two glowing orbs float within this flame, and a Dullahan's vision may switch between these orbs or the eyes of their severed head. The head itself, is carried with them. A Dullahan possesses a number of abilities:

1. Every Dullahan has a skeletal horse companion, with a mane of blue fire. This horse appears wherever they need it, and vanishes when it is no longer required. The horse is incredibly fast, capable of outrunning cars.
2. A Dullahan can only be seen by those have intimate experience with death. Primarily people who are dead, dying, or have had a near-death experience. But they may also be seen by those who have killed someone without remorse. Passengers on their horses will also become unseeable.
3. No lock or door may keep a Dullahan out. All mundane barriers will immediately open or unlock when a Dullahan attempts to get through.
4. A Dullahan may conjure forth a suit of midnight black armour. This armour is impervious to all but the highest caliber of bullets.
5. This armour is accompanied by two weapons. A midnight black sword, and a leather whip. The sword is made of an unknown metal, but the blade is razor sharp and can cut through steel. The whip is freezing cold to the touch, and when it ensnares someone their entire body is chilled to the bone.
6. They have a sixth sense for when someone has recently died or when a death is about to occur.

In Liam's case, his Dullahan abilities only become active when he removes his head. When he puts the head back on he becomes a normal human again. If he loses the head, he may not turn back into a human. If the head is destroyed, then he dies. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

07-Jun-2020 20:07:27 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2020 20:37:02 by NotFishing

NotFishing

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Appearance: Liam stands at 6'6", making him quite tall. He has jet black hair and a pair of dark green eyes, with his irises almost resembling balls of green fire when examined closely. He has a light skin tone, that is perhaps a bit on the pale side, and a handsome face. As to the rest of his body, he is well-muscled - an upgrade from his previous body, to be sure. A deep, narrow, circular scar runs around his neck.

Clothing: Liam wears a simple light grey hoodie, and a pair of slightly baggy black track pants. Under his hoodie he wears a green T-shirt.

Short History: Liam lived a fairly unremarkable life. As a teemager he spent most of his time on the internet, looking up obscure myths and legends - both modern and ancient. He discussed these tales on various internet forums. In school, he excelled at classes such as history, english, and drama, but struggled with more 'practical' classes like science.

Determined to become a writer, he began writing horror stories. Unfortunately, he never found a publisher that was willing to sell them, and wound up working a fairly boring job at a grocery store. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

07-Jun-2020 20:07:37 - Last edited on 07-Jun-2020 20:26:57 by NotFishing

Bluefirecan
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Bluefirecan

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Lyla awoke with a start, gasping for air. She pinched her eyes shut, trying to make sense of the nightmare flashing before her eyes, probably what she had just been dreaming of and what awoke her from her sleep. The thing was, she couldn’t remember ever going to sleep. Actually, come to think of it, the nightmare felt scarily real. She had just been dumped, and had taken a walk at night to help process some of the emotions. It hadn’t been a particularly long-term relationship, but the break up seemed pretty sudden in the grand scheme of things.

Then, on the walk, she had somewhat obliviously walked to a convenience store. She was perusing the selection of disgustingly unhealthy snacks for some comfort food when a man came in waving a gun around. He was clearly not sober and was demanding that the cashier empty the register.

“ Give me the fucking money! ” he roared, turning the gun toward the cashier. “ Now! Before someone gets hurt! ”

“Surely you can put the gun away,” the cashier said, her voice a low, soothing tone. “I’m getting the money now.”

But the man with the gun noticed her reach for the silent alarm switch under the counter, and aimed his gun directly at Lyla. “I’m not fuckin’ around! I will shoot her and it’ll be your fault if you don’t give me the money now! ”

But he wasn’t sober. And his aim was considerably less of a “warning shot” than he expected, because when he pointed the gun at Lyla, it went off. She barely had time to process that it had gone off before the bullet sliced through the side of her neck.

It was cold. It was a cool autumn night in NYC, bringing with it a sharp chill. It didn’t help that her life force, her warmth, her blood was pooling beside her as she lay on the floor of a random convenience store.

But surely that was all just a dream, right? She just woke up. In front of some blaringly bright building. A man sprinted out of the store, swearing to himself and flinging a gun away from himself.
I just play FFXIV at this point. DC: Crystal

07-Jun-2020 22:29:00

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