haha yeah
-slowly backs away, leaving a star behind-
ima stalk cha
-slowly backs away, leaving a star behind-
ima stalk cha
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TOPIC | Death's Real Personality (OOC/Sign-ups)
haha yeah
-slowly backs away, leaving a star behind-
ima stalk cha
-slowly backs away, leaving a star behind-
ima stalk cha
Guys this is the wrong ooc thread for the death is my bodyguard
Also I'm not subbed to this one
Also I'm not subbed to this one
Guys this is the wrong ooc thread for the death is my bodyguard
Also I'm not subbed to this one
Also I'm not subbed to this one
Toast/Dragon ~ he/xe ~ panromantic demisexual ~ 21+
avid roleplayer ~ just doin my best
attempting at arting ~ i had a void era
cat and snake owner ~ transgender mess
0 hours+ FR time ~ no longer active on the daily- pings usually answered!
"thank you Craig for ratting us out"
avid roleplayer ~ just doin my best
attempting at arting ~ i had a void era
cat and snake owner ~ transgender mess
0 hours+ FR time ~ no longer active on the daily- pings usually answered!
"thank you Craig for ratting us out"
(don't mind me, haha, I just wanna stick all their bios in one place so I don't have to skip around like a lunatic among the forums XP)
Name: Cassian
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Thief
Appearance: Quite tall, with wavy brown hair the color of milk chocolate tumbling all over his head (which refuses to stay flat. Ever. XD), well-muscled without being overly bulky, lithe, chiseled features, straight nose, and dark eyes. Eyes that appear coal-black unless in direct sunlight, in which case they reveal their true color to a deep, rich brown. He's incredibly good-looking, and he knows it. He walks with the self-assured swagger of one who always knows exactly what he's doing.
Generally dresses in a well-made black shirt, pants, and a simple cloak with...interesting properties. The cloak is made of ebony threads tightly woven together, and is a plain square of black cloth with a hood, which is a sharp contrast to the fine shirt and pants Cassian wears underneath.
Personality: He's easygoing, flirty (so flirty), cocky, perpetually snarky, sarcastic, unable to take anything seriously, a diehard troublemaker, unpredictable, creative, sly, and forever-curious about things that don't concern him (which has gotten him into a lot trouble before). He's intelligent, resourceful, cunning, charismatic (when he wants to be), obnoxious, charming, weird, arrogant, clever, dissembling, and free-spirited. He's also rather sneaky and manipulative, but then again, he is a thief.
Occupation: Thief
History: Was born in a city called Glenne. His fifteen-year-old sister presumably still lives there. (the rest is tO bE dIsCoVeReD ;P)
Other:
-has worked as a mercenary
-weirdly good at concocting potions
-loves Christmas and chocolate fudge
-hates ships (and deep water, but mostly ships)
Name: Soot
Age: ???
Gender: Male
Race: Tressym (apparently are an actual thing in lore, but my version is very different XD)
Appearance: A fluffy, coal-black feline rather larger than an average housecat. His eyes are a bright, vibrant hue with a wide spectrum of green varying through his irises. Darker, leaf-green surrounds his usually-humongous pupils and lighten considerably as the color spreads outward. His most distinctive feature, other than his size, are his wings. His wingspan from wingtip-to-wingtip is approximately eight feet and feathered glossily like a raven's. How he manages to keep both fur and feathers in order is beyond Pixie.
He's rather cute to the eyes, but not so much to the ears.
Personality: Ferocious, fiercely loyal to those rare few who earn it, guarded, cold, sassy, hardened, callous, overprotective, uptight, hotheaded (sort of), intelligent, sometimes rather cruel, bossy, a bit vain, impatient, brutally blunt, and occasionally...rarely...a sweetheart.
History: ???
Known Powers: telepathy, extraordinary strength (though he doesn't look it)
Other:
-Pixie's guardian, since she was six(supposedly)
-unknown origins
-secretly enjoys jumping on Christmas trees
-has a sort rivalry with Death
-has a sort of crush on Snowflake
-likes Scye
-loves Pixie
-tolerates Shrike
-distrusts Dusk
-dislikes Daryne intensely (mostly because she traumatized Pixie, made Snowflake sad, and on top of it all, threw a cake at him XD The horror ;P)
-will probably hate Cassian as soon as he opens his mouth
Name: Pixie Rowanwood
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: Small for her age. Has moon-pale skin, long wavy blonde hair, and sapphire-blue eyes. Favorite outfit is a blue peasant dress with a full skirt and a matching headband. Her face is small and slightly heart-shaped, with light freckles decorating her button nose, and darker lashes surrounding her almost too-bright eyes. Not quite beautiful- not yet, at any rate- but easily quite pretty.
Personality: Cheerful, innocent, laughs easily, makes a fool of herself, clumsy, well-meaning, creative, sweet, cuddly, adorable, a cinnamon roll
History: All her memories of days before her sixth birthday have been wiped blank. As far as she knows, she's been taken care of and been guided by her winged feline, Soot. Soot has always been a constant in the life she remembers. As she was so young when her memories faded Soot has been the one to take care of her and tell her very selective information about herself: such as her name, her age, and her race.
Anyway, Pixie flitted from trade to trade, such as weaving, sewing, art, even blacksmithing (at one point), but eventually found she had an excellent sense for cooking/baking. She was admitted to a cooking school- again, Soot supplied the funds, and she still doesn't know where he got them- and eventually graduated as one of the best. She started her apprenticeship when she was eight, and she graduated when she was sixteen. Then she traveled to the castle and became the castle cook to Princess Scye of Brie.
Other:
-her cat, Soot, is larger than most felines, with wings like a raven and his fur jet-black. He has telepathy, which is how he communicates with Pixie and others.
-favorite color is blue
-As well as being good in a kitchen, she also enjoys chatting with her friends, sewing, drawing, crafts, and inventing the most random things
Name: Cassian
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Thief
Appearance: Quite tall, with wavy brown hair the color of milk chocolate tumbling all over his head (which refuses to stay flat. Ever. XD), well-muscled without being overly bulky, lithe, chiseled features, straight nose, and dark eyes. Eyes that appear coal-black unless in direct sunlight, in which case they reveal their true color to a deep, rich brown. He's incredibly good-looking, and he knows it. He walks with the self-assured swagger of one who always knows exactly what he's doing.
Generally dresses in a well-made black shirt, pants, and a simple cloak with...interesting properties. The cloak is made of ebony threads tightly woven together, and is a plain square of black cloth with a hood, which is a sharp contrast to the fine shirt and pants Cassian wears underneath.
Personality: He's easygoing, flirty (so flirty), cocky, perpetually snarky, sarcastic, unable to take anything seriously, a diehard troublemaker, unpredictable, creative, sly, and forever-curious about things that don't concern him (which has gotten him into a lot trouble before). He's intelligent, resourceful, cunning, charismatic (when he wants to be), obnoxious, charming, weird, arrogant, clever, dissembling, and free-spirited. He's also rather sneaky and manipulative, but then again, he is a thief.
Occupation: Thief
History: Was born in a city called Glenne. His fifteen-year-old sister presumably still lives there. (the rest is tO bE dIsCoVeReD ;P)
Other:
-has worked as a mercenary
-weirdly good at concocting potions
-loves Christmas and chocolate fudge
-hates ships (and deep water, but mostly ships)
Name: Soot
Age: ???
Gender: Male
Race: Tressym (apparently are an actual thing in lore, but my version is very different XD)
Appearance: A fluffy, coal-black feline rather larger than an average housecat. His eyes are a bright, vibrant hue with a wide spectrum of green varying through his irises. Darker, leaf-green surrounds his usually-humongous pupils and lighten considerably as the color spreads outward. His most distinctive feature, other than his size, are his wings. His wingspan from wingtip-to-wingtip is approximately eight feet and feathered glossily like a raven's. How he manages to keep both fur and feathers in order is beyond Pixie.
He's rather cute to the eyes, but not so much to the ears.
Personality: Ferocious, fiercely loyal to those rare few who earn it, guarded, cold, sassy, hardened, callous, overprotective, uptight, hotheaded (sort of), intelligent, sometimes rather cruel, bossy, a bit vain, impatient, brutally blunt, and occasionally...rarely...a sweetheart.
History: ???
Known Powers: telepathy, extraordinary strength (though he doesn't look it)
Other:
-Pixie's guardian, since she was six
-unknown origins
-secretly enjoys jumping on Christmas trees
-has a sort rivalry with Death
-has a sort of crush on Snowflake
-likes Scye
-loves Pixie
-tolerates Shrike
-distrusts Dusk
-dislikes Daryne intensely (mostly because she traumatized Pixie, made Snowflake sad, and on top of it all, threw a cake at him XD The horror ;P)
-will probably hate Cassian as soon as he opens his mouth
Name: Pixie Rowanwood
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: Small for her age. Has moon-pale skin, long wavy blonde hair, and sapphire-blue eyes. Favorite outfit is a blue peasant dress with a full skirt and a matching headband. Her face is small and slightly heart-shaped, with light freckles decorating her button nose, and darker lashes surrounding her almost too-bright eyes. Not quite beautiful- not yet, at any rate- but easily quite pretty.
Personality: Cheerful, innocent, laughs easily, makes a fool of herself, clumsy, well-meaning, creative, sweet, cuddly, adorable, a cinnamon roll
History: All her memories of days before her sixth birthday have been wiped blank. As far as she knows, she's been taken care of and been guided by her winged feline, Soot. Soot has always been a constant in the life she remembers. As she was so young when her memories faded Soot has been the one to take care of her and tell her very selective information about herself: such as her name, her age, and her race.
Anyway, Pixie flitted from trade to trade, such as weaving, sewing, art, even blacksmithing (at one point), but eventually found she had an excellent sense for cooking/baking. She was admitted to a cooking school- again, Soot supplied the funds, and she still doesn't know where he got them- and eventually graduated as one of the best. She started her apprenticeship when she was eight, and she graduated when she was sixteen. Then she traveled to the castle and became the castle cook to Princess Scye of Brie.
Other:
-her cat, Soot, is larger than most felines, with wings like a raven and his fur jet-black. He has telepathy, which is how he communicates with Pixie and others.
-favorite color is blue
-As well as being good in a kitchen, she also enjoys chatting with her friends, sewing, drawing, crafts, and inventing the most random things
(don't mind me, haha, I just wanna stick all their bios in one place so I don't have to skip around like a lunatic among the forums XP)
Name: Cassian
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Thief
Appearance: Quite tall, with wavy brown hair the color of milk chocolate tumbling all over his head (which refuses to stay flat. Ever. XD), well-muscled without being overly bulky, lithe, chiseled features, straight nose, and dark eyes. Eyes that appear coal-black unless in direct sunlight, in which case they reveal their true color to a deep, rich brown. He's incredibly good-looking, and he knows it. He walks with the self-assured swagger of one who always knows exactly what he's doing.
Generally dresses in a well-made black shirt, pants, and a simple cloak with...interesting properties. The cloak is made of ebony threads tightly woven together, and is a plain square of black cloth with a hood, which is a sharp contrast to the fine shirt and pants Cassian wears underneath.
Personality: He's easygoing, flirty (so flirty), cocky, perpetually snarky, sarcastic, unable to take anything seriously, a diehard troublemaker, unpredictable, creative, sly, and forever-curious about things that don't concern him (which has gotten him into a lot trouble before). He's intelligent, resourceful, cunning, charismatic (when he wants to be), obnoxious, charming, weird, arrogant, clever, dissembling, and free-spirited. He's also rather sneaky and manipulative, but then again, he is a thief.
Occupation: Thief
History: Was born in a city called Glenne. His fifteen-year-old sister presumably still lives there. (the rest is tO bE dIsCoVeReD ;P)
Other:
-has worked as a mercenary
-weirdly good at concocting potions
-loves Christmas and chocolate fudge
-hates ships (and deep water, but mostly ships)
Name: Soot
Age: ???
Gender: Male
Race: Tressym (apparently are an actual thing in lore, but my version is very different XD)
Appearance: A fluffy, coal-black feline rather larger than an average housecat. His eyes are a bright, vibrant hue with a wide spectrum of green varying through his irises. Darker, leaf-green surrounds his usually-humongous pupils and lighten considerably as the color spreads outward. His most distinctive feature, other than his size, are his wings. His wingspan from wingtip-to-wingtip is approximately eight feet and feathered glossily like a raven's. How he manages to keep both fur and feathers in order is beyond Pixie.
He's rather cute to the eyes, but not so much to the ears.
Personality: Ferocious, fiercely loyal to those rare few who earn it, guarded, cold, sassy, hardened, callous, overprotective, uptight, hotheaded (sort of), intelligent, sometimes rather cruel, bossy, a bit vain, impatient, brutally blunt, and occasionally...rarely...a sweetheart.
History: ???
Known Powers: telepathy, extraordinary strength (though he doesn't look it)
Other:
-Pixie's guardian, since she was six(supposedly)
-unknown origins
-secretly enjoys jumping on Christmas trees
-has a sort rivalry with Death
-has a sort of crush on Snowflake
-likes Scye
-loves Pixie
-tolerates Shrike
-distrusts Dusk
-dislikes Daryne intensely (mostly because she traumatized Pixie, made Snowflake sad, and on top of it all, threw a cake at him XD The horror ;P)
-will probably hate Cassian as soon as he opens his mouth
Name: Pixie Rowanwood
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: Small for her age. Has moon-pale skin, long wavy blonde hair, and sapphire-blue eyes. Favorite outfit is a blue peasant dress with a full skirt and a matching headband. Her face is small and slightly heart-shaped, with light freckles decorating her button nose, and darker lashes surrounding her almost too-bright eyes. Not quite beautiful- not yet, at any rate- but easily quite pretty.
Personality: Cheerful, innocent, laughs easily, makes a fool of herself, clumsy, well-meaning, creative, sweet, cuddly, adorable, a cinnamon roll
History: All her memories of days before her sixth birthday have been wiped blank. As far as she knows, she's been taken care of and been guided by her winged feline, Soot. Soot has always been a constant in the life she remembers. As she was so young when her memories faded Soot has been the one to take care of her and tell her very selective information about herself: such as her name, her age, and her race.
Anyway, Pixie flitted from trade to trade, such as weaving, sewing, art, even blacksmithing (at one point), but eventually found she had an excellent sense for cooking/baking. She was admitted to a cooking school- again, Soot supplied the funds, and she still doesn't know where he got them- and eventually graduated as one of the best. She started her apprenticeship when she was eight, and she graduated when she was sixteen. Then she traveled to the castle and became the castle cook to Princess Scye of Brie.
Other:
-her cat, Soot, is larger than most felines, with wings like a raven and his fur jet-black. He has telepathy, which is how he communicates with Pixie and others.
-favorite color is blue
-As well as being good in a kitchen, she also enjoys chatting with her friends, sewing, drawing, crafts, and inventing the most random things
Name: Cassian
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Thief
Appearance: Quite tall, with wavy brown hair the color of milk chocolate tumbling all over his head (which refuses to stay flat. Ever. XD), well-muscled without being overly bulky, lithe, chiseled features, straight nose, and dark eyes. Eyes that appear coal-black unless in direct sunlight, in which case they reveal their true color to a deep, rich brown. He's incredibly good-looking, and he knows it. He walks with the self-assured swagger of one who always knows exactly what he's doing.
Generally dresses in a well-made black shirt, pants, and a simple cloak with...interesting properties. The cloak is made of ebony threads tightly woven together, and is a plain square of black cloth with a hood, which is a sharp contrast to the fine shirt and pants Cassian wears underneath.
Personality: He's easygoing, flirty (so flirty), cocky, perpetually snarky, sarcastic, unable to take anything seriously, a diehard troublemaker, unpredictable, creative, sly, and forever-curious about things that don't concern him (which has gotten him into a lot trouble before). He's intelligent, resourceful, cunning, charismatic (when he wants to be), obnoxious, charming, weird, arrogant, clever, dissembling, and free-spirited. He's also rather sneaky and manipulative, but then again, he is a thief.
Occupation: Thief
History: Was born in a city called Glenne. His fifteen-year-old sister presumably still lives there. (the rest is tO bE dIsCoVeReD ;P)
Other:
-has worked as a mercenary
-weirdly good at concocting potions
-loves Christmas and chocolate fudge
-hates ships (and deep water, but mostly ships)
Name: Soot
Age: ???
Gender: Male
Race: Tressym (apparently are an actual thing in lore, but my version is very different XD)
Appearance: A fluffy, coal-black feline rather larger than an average housecat. His eyes are a bright, vibrant hue with a wide spectrum of green varying through his irises. Darker, leaf-green surrounds his usually-humongous pupils and lighten considerably as the color spreads outward. His most distinctive feature, other than his size, are his wings. His wingspan from wingtip-to-wingtip is approximately eight feet and feathered glossily like a raven's. How he manages to keep both fur and feathers in order is beyond Pixie.
He's rather cute to the eyes, but not so much to the ears.
Personality: Ferocious, fiercely loyal to those rare few who earn it, guarded, cold, sassy, hardened, callous, overprotective, uptight, hotheaded (sort of), intelligent, sometimes rather cruel, bossy, a bit vain, impatient, brutally blunt, and occasionally...rarely...a sweetheart.
History: ???
Known Powers: telepathy, extraordinary strength (though he doesn't look it)
Other:
-Pixie's guardian, since she was six
-unknown origins
-secretly enjoys jumping on Christmas trees
-has a sort rivalry with Death
-has a sort of crush on Snowflake
-likes Scye
-loves Pixie
-tolerates Shrike
-distrusts Dusk
-dislikes Daryne intensely (mostly because she traumatized Pixie, made Snowflake sad, and on top of it all, threw a cake at him XD The horror ;P)
-will probably hate Cassian as soon as he opens his mouth
Name: Pixie Rowanwood
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: Small for her age. Has moon-pale skin, long wavy blonde hair, and sapphire-blue eyes. Favorite outfit is a blue peasant dress with a full skirt and a matching headband. Her face is small and slightly heart-shaped, with light freckles decorating her button nose, and darker lashes surrounding her almost too-bright eyes. Not quite beautiful- not yet, at any rate- but easily quite pretty.
Personality: Cheerful, innocent, laughs easily, makes a fool of herself, clumsy, well-meaning, creative, sweet, cuddly, adorable, a cinnamon roll
History: All her memories of days before her sixth birthday have been wiped blank. As far as she knows, she's been taken care of and been guided by her winged feline, Soot. Soot has always been a constant in the life she remembers. As she was so young when her memories faded Soot has been the one to take care of her and tell her very selective information about herself: such as her name, her age, and her race.
Anyway, Pixie flitted from trade to trade, such as weaving, sewing, art, even blacksmithing (at one point), but eventually found she had an excellent sense for cooking/baking. She was admitted to a cooking school- again, Soot supplied the funds, and she still doesn't know where he got them- and eventually graduated as one of the best. She started her apprenticeship when she was eight, and she graduated when she was sixteen. Then she traveled to the castle and became the castle cook to Princess Scye of Brie.
Other:
-her cat, Soot, is larger than most felines, with wings like a raven and his fur jet-black. He has telepathy, which is how he communicates with Pixie and others.
-favorite color is blue
-As well as being good in a kitchen, she also enjoys chatting with her friends, sewing, drawing, crafts, and inventing the most random things
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