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Soooo Yeah...

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You can find me here <- feel free to follow me~

I really let River’s blog fall into disorganized mess /w. Its so beyond fixing and I can’t stand working around it anymore. So i’m starting fresh. 

I realize I had a few starters on here I never got a chance to get to; and i’d really love to continue them on my new blog if you don’t mind.  

Same goes for all open rps, i’d love to continue them! 

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Soooo Yeah...

                                                          This blog is now an archive.

You can find me here <- feel free to follow me~

I really let River’s blog fall into disorganized mess /w. Its so beyond fixing and I can’t stand working around it anymore. So i’m starting fresh. 

I realize I had a few starters on here I never got a chance to get to; and i’d really love to continue them on my new blog if you don’t mind.  

Same goes for all open rps, i’d love to continue them! 

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Soooo Yeah...

                                                          This blog is now an archive.

You can find me here <- feel free to follow me~

I really let River’s blog fall into disorganized mess /w\. Its so beyond fixing and I can’t stand working around it anymore. So i’m starting fresh. 

I realize I had a few starters on here I never got a chance to get to; and i’d really love to continue them on my new blog if you don’t mind.  

Same goes for all open rps, i’d love to continue them! 

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Get to know my muse

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For the next hour, I will be accepting questions about my muse.

Anything goes, of course following the mun’s rules. Headcanon questions, or even suggestions, are all welcome. Even strike up a conversation with my muse interrogating them!

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// So tumblr is broken....and all my posts are messed up. 

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"Hey, I really hate to ask -- but can you buy me a drink? I left my credit chit in the shuttle." // wi nks

It was the wink that sold her. “Yeah sure. I’ll cover you.” What did she care it wasn’t her credit chit. Payment for her part in a shake down of some Volus businessman. Sometimes doing favors for friends paid off. She was just going to use till it hit its daily limit, then toss it anyways. River motioned the bartender, “put his drinks on my tab.” The blonde turned her attention back to the perfect stranger. “So what are we celebrating and or drinking to forget?”

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                                                   "Therefore, we may consequently state that:                                             this world is indeed a living being endowed                                             with a soul and intelligence — a single visible                                             living entity containing all other living entities,                                             which by their nature are all related.“ 

        What is the soul? It is defined by many theologies as the incorporeal and, in some cases, immortal essence of a living thing. But I would argue that it is more than that. I would argue that the soul is not a deeper part of one’s self, but is the self, and that each soul is an extension of god. God, in this case, being the connection between us all.

                                          A devout path of endless possibilities. 

                                              ℂ 𝕒 𝕖 𝕝 𝕖 𝕤 𝕥 𝕚 𝕤

                                                       Original Character, Original Lore, Authored by Sileria.

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They called her Miss Fortune. For her reliable luck in the casinos, and the trouble that luck attracted. River hit the strip like a storm.  Her luck at the tables was so great it was suspicious. Though they knew she was cheating, they couldn't figure out how she was doing it.  She had no partner, no mirrors, no inside man, and certainly wasn't marking the cards. Unlike most cons, her luck spread to all the games, not just cards. She just knew when to bet, and raise and when fold and walk away. And she seemed to do it all at just the right time. Everything had a pattern and River could see them, as plan as day. It was only a matter of keeping record of what was played. Probability was the hardest, roulette tables were never a sure thing but her guesses were closer then most. She always beloved that this was how gambling should be done. Only an idiot would bet their caps on pure luck and chance.

The lights are what attracted her.  Until she stumbled on to the Strip she never realized how dark the wasteland really was. The city of promise and fortune. All that just waiting for someone bold enough to calm it. They made it sounds so wonderful, little did she know it was all con, grander then anything she could ever pull. Up selling on the opulence and glitz so you don't see the blood and rust, the bodies in the gutter. River was pulled into the glamour of New Vegas, but unlike so many others before her, but unlike them she actually made something of her self. 

No one likes being cheated. It wasn't long before Miss Fortune was banned from every casino in the New Vagas strip. After a short career as a gun for hire, River retired to a life of gunsmithing in the wastelands on the outskirts of Freeside. Building tools of destruction came as naturally as counting cards. She thought she would find peace here, but the lure of fabled fortunes buried in the wasteland was enough to lure any idiot to death. This was her real punishment for ripping off the families and their casinos. They let her live, kept a story alive and now she knows no peace.  Her Home is unassuming but venture to close and he last thing you’ll see are one of her ingenious creations before it blows you away.

River was settling down for the day. Having just returned home from brokering deals and collecting orders. There was a spike in super mutant activity in the wasteland. Somewhere some door was finally kicked open and they were all flooding out. At least that was one of the theories. Hunts for the cause were being organized. The need for wanted Miss Fortune grade firepower was skyrocketing. Barghest her pet cat hated traveling and was beyond happy to be home. Jumping from his nest in the hood of her worn jacket just before she stripped it off, tossing it on an old worn sofa.  Barghest prowled along the back the sofa, as River cleared a space on her workbench. Taking stock of what she had, then adding what was traded to her for her services. Barghest’s screeching pulled her from her work. He knew that if he let her get started nothing  would pull her form her workbench and they’d both starve to death.

“I didn't forget.” she fussed as she got up to prepare what ever food they had stored away, an annoyed cat on her heels he walked between her feet in a way, River swore he was trying to trip her. “One day, you’re going to get stepped on and it wont be my fault.”  The cat only gave another screech in response.

“Hey! How would you like it, if I just started screaming at you?” Again Barghest screamed in response, this time River rebutted with a scream of her own. The two went at it till River’s throat was dry and horse. Maybe if she wasn't trying to bond with her cat, she would have noticed she wasn't alone.

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Incubus

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Incubus:What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

“ Personally I believe surviving a firefight should be celebrated with a night of alcohol and sex. So there you go. Its not hard to get in my pants. Catch me in the right mood and all you have to do is ask. You can say i’m easy and attach all the labels you want; but when your chosen profession has as high a death rate as mine, you enjoy all of life’s pleasures while you can. ”

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           She walked into the shop cautiously, weary about the price range of what she could afford, depending on what she was asking for. It wasn’t a biggie, but she wasn’t sure how to fix her glove herself. To transform, she needed to draw blood to change her clothes into armor, but lately the needle in her glove hadn’t been cooperating, getting stuck when she needed it the most. She’d been having to resort to other methods of drawing her own blood, which have been painful and tedious all in one.

           So she approached someone on the clock, trying to get their attention. “Hey, can you help me out with something?”

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“ — Depends.”

 River was hunched over a workbench, in a hoarder's den of wires, and random other tech parts. A small space was cleared for her to work,  she was working on the framework for something, in its early stages one couldn't even begin to guess what it could be. Too deep into her work she didn't even look up. 

“What do you need help with?”

Its funny how things work out. River was supposed to have killed the owner of this shop weeks ago. Who knew she’d  enjoy her work in his shop so much? the assailant kept pushing back the hit date week by week by week. There were few people who understood her genius, it felt wrong to kill one of them off.

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These are named after MONSTERS are you KIDDING ME if I don't get at least one of these I'm going to be very disappointed

Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?

Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?

Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

Frankenstein: Is someone telling you how to live your life, or are you an independent person?

Mummy: If you were to fall into an eternal sleep, do you think anyone would miss you?

Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now?

Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?

Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?

Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?

Shapeshifter: What would you change about yourself?

Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?

Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?

Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?

Fury: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?

Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?

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Are you fucking kidding me? You ignore my calls for this?

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“I am nobody, from nowhere. With nothing of my own, I owe all to my mistress. Who found me, who put the blade in my hand, and taught me the way of the world I was suddenly so lost in. trained me on how to listen to words unspoken, see the truth that serpentine smiles hide. Gave me purpose, a name, and a face to wear. My blade belongs to House of Repose. But she owns my heart, body and soul. Every corpse I claim for her is pride on her house, I wear her mask with joy and when I kill, I smile because I know she is happy.” 

Name: River Dawn Race: human Nationality: Unknown Class: Alchemist/ Artificer/Poison maker/Assassin Adopted nationality: Orlesian

Hair color: Blonde  Eye color: hazel

Affiliations: House of Repose 

“She found me by a river at dawn, then named me such. This is the same woman who named her cat Kitty. I could have a worse name, like Blonde Girl or Orphan.”

Her earliest memory is watching a house burn in the serene sunset of a quiet country side. Her life before that moment are unknown to her. Lost in the ash and rubble of the mysterious burning house. The woman who found her was a stranger and by their appearance one could tell they shared no blood. She took the child before the Templars found her. After the horrors that happened in that house, they would never believed the child was free of demonic influences. Who knew what would become of her. Cardone Molyneux was sent to collect the life of the man who dwelled within that burning house. She witnessed only a glimpse of what happened here but the truth of it all was unknown to her, and she had no desire to uncover it. All she knew was that the child lying in the muddy river bank was innocent of whatever happened here.

Cardone named her River Dawn, bringing her into her family home as something of a handmaiden. Unmarried It would be a scandal if Cardone claimed her as her own child, and it was far easier to present her as a favored servant.  River grow to show dark persuasions. Death did not bother her, rot and decay did not phase her and she seemed to take joy in inflicting pain. Despite that, Cardone still believed the child was uncorrupted just of a different state of mind. Just because a mind is dark does not mean they are possessed. This was the perfect state of mind for the profession of her house. Cardone trained River, grooming her as her protégée, teaching her the rules of the Game, and  the rules of The House of Repose. She found that her charge was rather gifted with tinkering and alchemy. And took her to learn form the best poison makers she could find. Cardone encouraged every twisted thought and desire, giving them proper outlets and training her on when to act and not to. Never fearing that River’s nature would be used as a weapon against her. Cardone knew the dependency she installed into the girl. River needed her on emotional level, as Cardone groomed her pet to be.

Cardone has told River nothing of her past, save for where she found her so she could understand her name's sake. She was used a harsh tone when River tried to probe her for more information. Such as discouraged her from asking again. Unknown to her mistress River is actively trying to find out who she is. River is more out of pocket then Cardone thinks. She loves Cardone truly, but is capable of acting completely independent of her. In truth she could live very well without her.

Alchemy - River specializes in hallucinogenic poisons. That cause the mind to slip into altered states. Not all her poisons bring death, but the effects of most will be long lasting.

Tinkering - A brilliant mind, if she were to put her efforts into something other than killing, she could create something wondrous. However River likes builds traps that maim her victims when she's on the hunt in foreign lands where the sublimity of the game is not required, and the parameters of the contract allowed it; she’ll collects limbs of her victims before she eventually kills them.

Her brilliance is used for more than grotesqueries sport. The family home is filled with secret compartments largely built by or altered by River. Placed inconspicuously, they’re used for a variety of things. Some when activated transform a room in a impromptu prison, or block off a corridor  so seamlessly it was as if it was never there. While others hide weapons, the most ingenious and used are the compartments meant to hide living captives. They are completely soundproof with a lock that would give most thieves pause. 

Mask: 

In public:  River wears a mask that mirrors that of her mistress. She is  in service to house Molyneux. Cardone is the head of that house, for the moment. River is favored, given certain freedoms and respect within the house; her mask is not as elaborate as Cardone’s but better than what most slaves wear. River’s masks are always  crafted to be a shadow rather than a reflection of her mistress. If cardone wears white lace on  her mask, River’s will have black or gray.

Working: When out fulfilling contracts, or doing dirty deeds. River dawns a mask devoid of beauty the culture is known for. Her working masks are terrifying, invoking twisted images of demons, and darkspawn.

Weapons: River has a series of throwing knives, flasks, thin needles and darts dipped in her poisons. Her main weapon a bow and arrow. She's a markswoman at heart and prefers attacking from afar or high up.

Ability: River is extremely agile and flexible. As a child Cardone would not allow her to interact with other children. So when her chores were done,her only playmate was Kitty (the aptly named cat.) Kitty liked no one, save for Cardone, but learned to tolerate River. River spent her time chasing after the cat who would jump up to ledges or vault over walls to get away from her. This taught River how to climb, and vault, while running. She made a game of catching that cat. He would try to cut her to pieces when she did catch him. Which taught her how to block, and quickly put distance between her and an angry cat who was not afraid to give chases when shes pushed it too far.

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4, 6, and 13~

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4:What one thing would your muse change about themselves?

“My memory. At least thats what part of me wants to say. Who knows? I might be slightly better off this way. Remembering nothing, left with only assumptions and questions. I know what happened was bad, they way the found me was suspect enough to assume some pretty  fowl fucking play happened. But I can’t help but wonder that if just knowing might make it better. I don’t know. But other then that I’m fucking perfection incarnate.”

6:Organised or messy & why ?

“To me it’s organised but most would call my home a mess. It’s just cluttered that’s all. I’m not like a filthy person or anything. I clean a lot, mainly because I have a cat and Barghest is really messy. I’m just cluttered. I have tech parts laying around my workspace, I have clothes piled up in a chair because I was to lazy to hang them up, and I needed the laundry basket so hard choices had to be made. My shoes are everywhere too. I like to hang my masks up in random places so there’s that to deal with. Bargest is just allowed to leave his shit everywhere.  I’m rambling, so I guess i’m messy. 

Except for my bathroom and kitchen, they’re fucking immaculate. Even Barghest respects my compulsion to keep those two rooms clean. I can let my apartment go to shit, but bathroom and kitchen will always been cleaned and shining like new. Growing up I lived in some shitty places, I know what happens when you cross contaminate Its weeks of agony.  Salmonella, is a bitch I never wanna run into again. “

13. What three words do they use to describe their personality?

“What is? Am I signing up for a fucking dating site? Er, maybe Punkish Rogue, slightly unhinged, free spirit? I know that was six words; but I really don’t give a fuck.”