Roleplay

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WIP [b]Name:[/b] Lyrica Licorne [b]Age:[/b] 24 [b]Monster Species:[/b] Kirin [b]Weapon Style and Weapon:[/b] Pacifism [b]Gender and/or Pronouns:[/b] Female, she/her [b]Humanoid Appearance:[/b] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Mm9rzCh.png[/img] (I didn't cut it to cut off the logo, I cut it to cut off the exposed leg and inadvertently cut off the logo. Made this on Rinmaru Games, btw) [b]Monster Appearance:[/b] (If applicable) [b]Personality:[/b] [LIST] [*]Shy, quiet [*]Loves art, music and soft things [*]Doesn't like being touched by strangers [*]Very skittish when in Kirin form [/LIST] [b]History/Backstory:[/b] Lyrica was born into a noble family, sheltered for her strange case of albinism. She grew up not wanting to talk to anyone except the horses in her family's stables, because she felt a strange connection with them. At the age of sixteen, when riding her horse through the forest, a black kirin crossed her path, instilling within her the primal urge to run free and follow him. In that instant, she discovered she was a wyvernling, a graceful equine beast just like the ones she'd grown so close to. Having spent a good eight years as a shifter, she's learned ho [b]Extra/Other:[/b] In love with Donovan Carnale, the local bard. Only Donovan knows of her power. He stumbled upon Lyrica in a forest clearing, and she fell for his music. He has since told stories of his encounters, eventually calling himself the Kirin Wizard, but everyone thinks it is a mere story.

Name: Evelyn Whitebrook Age: 19 Monster Species: Barioth Weapon Style and Weapon: Dual Blades [img]https://oyster.ignimgs.com/mediawiki/apis.ign.com/monster-hunter-world/thumb/b/bd/DB_Ore_1.png/228px-DB_Ore_1.png[/img] Gender and/or Pronouns: Female, she/her Humanoid Appearance: [img]https://i.imgur.com/DVbMXpq.jpg[/img] Monster Appearance: [img]https://d.facdn.net/art/g-c06/1472898755/1472898755.g-c06_byl.jpg[/img] Personality: Evelyn is energetic to say the least, she's always looking for something more to do, even when she already has plenty of things that she should be doing. She is rather extroverted, and enjoys working in groups, large or small, as long as everybody tries their best to work together. Really, she doesn't like arguing much, and would prefer to stray away from fighting with others, as long you're not the scaly or furry beast she's supposed to be hunting. Whitebrook is fond of little trinkets, and has a small hoarding problem when it comes to items she's nicked off a monster's corpse, or things that she just found laying around. Evelyn enjoys the fast paced, unpredictable nature of her weapons, and is one to rush straight into the thick of a battle. She's gotten her left ring finger taken off that way by a careless mistake with a Great Jaggi as a new hunter, but didn't learn her lesson. History/Backstory: Evelyn’s mother and father owned a small tavern where Evelyn spent most of her days, either doing chores or chasing after the small rodents that had come due to the smell of freshly baked foods, sometimes reading a book her father bought her from the store. If the young girl ever caught one of the poor rodents, or lizards, or any kind of animal really, Evelyn would take them to her small room and let them run on her bed, and if it fit them, put one of her Felyne doll’s hats on them. Mice always looked better with tiny little top hats in Evelyn’s opinion. Once she had felt the animal had gone through enough, Whitebrook would let them run free outside the tavern. Sticks were also a big thing for the soon-to-be hunter, you could do so many things with sticks. You could have sword fights, use them as a walking stick, poke particularly nasty things with them, make traps for animals with them, the limit was your imagination. That, and the amount of sticks you had. So, that’s why the creative child kept a tiny hoard of sticks in her toy chest, all different shapes and sizes. One fateful day, when Evelyn was around fourteen, a rather large man in armor came to the tavern. He looked weary and worn, two blades strapped to his sides in intricate leather seathes. Already behind the small bar’s counter to serve the tall man, Evelyn asked of his profession as she gave him his brandy. When he said ‘Monster Hunter’ instead of ‘City Guard’, Evelyn was naturally curious. Folk like that never came to this trading town, and were instead just myth and legend. As the large hunter drank more and spoke more, Whitebrook was completely intrapped in this man’s tales of hunting ferocious beasts, along with the skill and the teamwork required to track down and slay these foul beasts. She had always thought as a career she would just be a barmaid for her mother’s and father’s tavern, now there was another option for her, a much greater career choice. When the man had left a week later to return to his guildmates, Evelyn had been thoroughly convinced what she would do when she grew up. With the pocket money she had from working at the counter and serving drinks, Evelyn had bought every book she could on information about Monster Hunters, and what it takes to become one. Being a naturally slow reader, it took a few months for Whitebrook to burn through all the reading, but would definitely tell you the almost half a year of researching was worth it. Now fifteen, and of considerable age to leave for a career path, Evelyn poured out to her mother and father her newfound career. They were supportive, but concerned. As any parent should be if their child want to go leave home to learn how to fight legendary beasts like the Tigrex or the infamous Deviljho. With some decent persuasion and reasoning, Evelyn had convinced them to let her take up an apprenticeship, and that she would return if anything went horribly wrong. Of course, the latter was a lie, Evelyn didn’t plan to return home for any circumstance, she was set and determined to become a monster hunter. So, with her bag packed and ready to make a fresh start, Evelyn had left the small town to start her apprenticeship as a Monster Hunter. When she was seventeen, (staring her apprenticeship at fifteen and a quarter) Evelyn had become a fully fledged hunter, just not all that an experienced one. Today, with two years of experience under her belt, Whitebrook has a respectable amount of achievements and plans to go further with her chosen career, stopping at nothing to reach her goal of becoming one of the best Monster Hunters known to man. Extra/Other: If you’re wondering why I never mentioned her being a Wyrvenling, it’s because Evelyn’s parents never knew, and Evelyn hasn’t found out yet either.

[b]Name:[/b] Kage Kurusu [b]Age:[/b] 25 [b]Monster Species:[/b] Meraginasu | Black Drill Wyvern [b]Weapon Style and Weapon: [/b] Tonfa; [url=https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C3J1KC-VYAA4RDN.png]Zenith Tigrex tonfa[/url] (top right)| Armor: [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/ec/6d/b9/ec6db9db1e8977dd98fb58cba0dca4f8.jpg]Meraginasu armor[/url] . [b]Gender and/or Pronouns:[/b] He/Him [b]Humanoid Appearance: [/b] [img]https://i.ytimg.com/vi/wERqoumYZXM/maxresdefault.jpg[/img] From Persona 5 His eyes are a pale silver, and his ears are pointed just a bit more due to his monster form. He has a black smear of paint over his eyes (kind of like raccoon). [b]Monster Appearance: [/b] [img]https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4HCZNeUQG94/V1drIVUNQpI/AAAAAAACV98/D-c0B6oZ47c18_xMvowysD37hc05pbjQg/w424-h318-n/FrontierGen-Meraginasu_Render_003.png[/img] [b]Personality: [/b] Relatively quiet, Kage doesn't really care for speaking to others. As he would much rather keep his best sense open so that he can hear his surroundings and pretend that he can still see perfectly. He does not like it when people bring up his supposed blindness around him and will often give them the finger before ignoring them. He refuses to get close to anyone on a personal level due to his past and the feelings that he might fail them like he failed his parents. [b]History/Backstory:[/b] He remembers the colors of the world, the way that light would shimmer through the trees, the appearance of his parents as they donned their armor before heading out. The way that their weapons would shine whenever they would train them. The life of being a son of two hunters was never quiet and his training started the moment he turned four. The lessons started with weapon care, learning the history of the world, and the weaknesses of various monsters, before evolving to actual fighting once he grew old enough to actually hold and wield a weapon correctly. Like his parents he grew up wielding tonfa's, using the weapons ability to launch himself into the air and then strike like he was welding dual blades. His first hunt was against a Veloci-pack with his parents watching from afar to assist if needed. The victory leading to him having a small gash running from outer side of his knee all the way down to his ankle where the Velocidrome had got him. He joined his parents on their hunts after that, putting the knowledge they had planted in his head to good use against all sorts of monsters. He gained a notoriety for joining his parents team at such a young age when they would rebuke anyone else for daring to ask. They went on many hunts together before it happened. It had been a normal hunt in the Snowy Mountains in search of a Stygian Zinogre that had become extremely hostile and instead found a Tigrex. The Tigrex was different and he remembered the chill of fear at how much fiercer and violent it looked when it roared and then charged without warning. The insueing carnage traumatized him, and was what lead to his first transformation as he watched both his parents fall. The transformation was pure pain, and the next thing he knew was that he was cold and slumped over the equally cold body of the beast that had killed his parents In his wait for someone to find him, he buried what little remained of his parents and harvested what he could from the Tigrex. His whole body aching with from the fight, with large puncture wounds from what looked like teeth and claws covering his frame. Once he was rescued, and his wounds taken care of he was left an orphan at the age of 20, old enough that he escaped having to go to an orphanage and was fully capable of living by himself. Over the coming months his grief only increased when he learned that his sight was beginning to vanish and he had to decide what he was going to do in the future. Leaving the cities he headed toward the home that his parents had built in the forests, hoping that the quiet and the lack of large monsters would help him in his transitions. Neighbors would bring him news, information as to what was happening along with the news of Wyvernlings. Things that he had confused with Wyvernians the first few times before he got the difference. The first time that he transformed after the incident he was thankfully alone, and he understood why it was that he had survived when his parents didn't and his sight was leaving him. He learned how to fight again, using vibrations along with his other senses and newfound abilities. [b]Extra/Other: [/b] [LIST] [*]Is completely blind in his monster form, but is still able to see shapes and blurry colors in his human form. His other senses, primarily his hearing, is far better than anything else's though. [*]Is literally covered in small Tigrex-like bite and claw marks. Most think he was attacked by a hatchling. [*]Using vibrations and his element of Darkness, he can create a mental image of the world in his head. [*]Bisexual Demiromantic. [*]Uses sign language to communicate most of the time, but will give up when he realizes that nobody knows it. Signs to himself for the most part. [/LIST]

_{morning boop? :3c}

*is booped* It’s 12 , almost one where I am lol.

I did some work on Evelyn’s character sheet too uwu

*is afternoon booped*

[center][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/da03c55d-3b97-4d44-92c0-7486f873ed00/d9vmxba-47919b6c-34ec-4dfc-981a-8cf2957f6cc5.png[/img][/center] ------------ [center][img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/94f1/f/2017/183/3/a/light_cherry_blossoms_i_green_by_diegovainilla-dbe6j5n.gif[/img][/center] [b]Name:[/b] Sarnor [b]Age:[/b] 28 [b]Monster Species:[/b] [url=https://monsterhunter.fandom.com/wiki/Soulseer_Mizutsune]Soulseer Mizutsune[/url] | Bubble Fox Wyvern Threat Level: !!!!!! [b]Weapon Style and Weapon:[/b] Double Blades | Morning Dawn & Evening Dusk [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/70/b4/84/70b48405ffc2cbc2fcc0248abbc1a5ad.png[/img] [b]Gender and/or Pronouns:[/b] Non-binary | It/They/Them [b]Humanoid Appearance:[/b] [url=https://monsterhunter.fandom.com/wiki/Bone_Armor_(Blade)(MH3)]Bone Armor Blademaster (Fem)[/url] | A large shadow is casted ahead. The source of which, a towering figure, face covered in an intimidating skull mask that hides their missing eyes. The giant reaches just barely over eight feet. Smooth, tan skin, dappled in white speckles around the shoulders and rear. Their underside is also white. Additional to these pale colors is their silky, long hair which is also the shade of snow, often curled at the ends - hanging down freely or tied up in a neat bun with bangs. Their pleasant skin is marred with injuries and scars galore - one over their nose down to their chin, two below their left eye, three across their neck, two in an 'X' across their chest, four over their left side, a large gash crossing their left shoulder, another one going up their left leg, and sizable holes in their right side. Moreover, tattered but elf-like ears. They retain a very athletic yet underfed build. Muscular however slender, and bearing attributes both masculine and feminine. Built for endurance, strength, and stamina. Sarnor is always bent on remaining healthy and fit though they sometimes disregard the former, as seen in their slightly more slim structure. [b]Monster Appearance:[/b] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/423997576639938561/518281041908203521/image2.png[/img] White fur, paler scales and softer pink hues in the petals. Much and noticably larger than normal Mizutsune. [b]Personality:[/b] • Calm, serene, and enigmatic. Sarnor knows to find peace amidst chaos and attempts to retain a very relaxed demeanor despite their seriousness. This, additional to their knack for being fairly unreadable, makes them seem unaffected and almost uncaring, unwilling to display any emotion as they feel it is a weakness. Truthfully they're fairly apathetic though levels of care have been shown and they're slightly benevolent, though their very nature is one of selfishness - it is only for the sake of their vitality of course. • Quiet and candid. Even their voice does not portray much of their emotion. They don't speak much, only when they find it to be necessary (though it doesn't help their throat has taken a fair amount of damage). When they do, they speak briefly, in blunt statements to get their point across as easy as possible. Their silence easily transitions into their movements as well, careful to be stealthy. • Analytical, calculating, and canny. Contrary to their own appearance, they're quite skillful at reading others, and never have a challenge when producing a rundown of the environment and situation they may be in. Quick thinking, they draw on an amazing combination of past experiences, their own common senses, and whatever their analytical prowess can pick up on with their current atmosphere. It helps to have been an avid researcher before and still currently. • Loyal, dedicated, and tenacious. Though Sarnor heavily prefers working alone, they're incredibly loyal to others who earn it, as well as to their own beliefs. They're not easily swayed and they're steadfast on most things. Additionally, they're extremely dedicated to their craft, though their nearly unwavering persistence often leads to unhealthy paths. If they're set on something.. they're going to get it. Becoming a wyvernling has intensified their ambitions and they're set on learning as much as they can of their former hunt, driven to learn how to function in their form and become absolutely proficient. • Experienced and saddened. Though their exploits and all are often for the better, granting them knowledge to many things, several events within their past has left them with a lingering sorrow. Though they take extreme care not to show signs of their trauma, a feeling of depression follows them among their natural aura of ghostly mysteriousness. Their actions are often listless until they force themself into invigoration and they're otherwise frankly a bit saddening in general. [b]History/Backstory:[/b] To be revealed... Previously a part of Clan Desh'ar (a collection of monster hunters) and ex-lieutenant of a military force. [b]Extra/Other:[/b] • Pansexual Polyamorous • Has known for about two years that they're a wyvernling and has been training to better control the form. • [url=https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLONrXbgSgMHQ3vNUgnH0Dz9JJg0ml9FKR]Playlist[/url] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/423997576639938561/518280982877700097/image1.png[/img] [center][img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/94f1/f/2017/183/3/a/light_cherry_blossoms_i_green_by_diegovainilla-dbe6j5n.gif[/img][/center] --------- [center][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/cf2e9a1f-44f7-471c-a4f1-e9c4a439e91f/darsj9f-dc721f0e-c6a5-4317-9b69-2d60c9f0b6cd.png[/img]

Oooo a Soulseer Mizutsune sounds good.