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[thequeendomhq]

THE CHANGE ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 225+ SPECIES. Cubi FACTION. N/A OCCUPATION. Alchemist

It had all started with a prayer. If you lost the crop then you’d have lost everything, taxes didn’t care if the winter was harsh and if a plague was rampant. They were what they were and if you didn’t provide then you needed a backup plan. You had Freyr in all his wisdom, god of wealth and harvest, you made an altar to him and left your offering. Nothing caught the attention of the divine quite like pain and sacrifice, so you bled some of what little you had left upon the cairns you’d stacked and you begged your patron for good favor. He listened. That year your fields yielded a crop that were without equal, but when Freyr came to you in a dream he asked for more, he wanted his altar satiated once more. This time the blood of your first born, a daughter couldn’t inherit Iskaran lands, you had an heir still, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Cubi. Cursed by Freyr to live without aging, you watched your children grow and had to leave them behind before you aroused suspicion from the neighbors. Suspicion that would have brought the Witchers upon you. Someday your soul would be bound for the Abyss but there were whispers of magic in the new sciences, so you studied, you were raised without an education but you had years ahead of you now. Your calloused hands began to stink with the rot of alchemy, but you did not care, you would do whatever it took to rid yourself of Freyr’s curse, to escape the Abyss, and to uncover a remedy of the soul. Two centuries later and you were close too, then Aetheron attacked. In Lysara you could rebuild for a time until you could return to Iskaldrik, return to your lab, and finish what you’d started so long ago.

CONNECTS

THE LIE: Keeps hidden/protected in exchange for services.

NOTES

TQH: Troupe 1 - Refugee

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[corinthbayrpg]

NAME. UTP ( Atalanta ) AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3,000+ & Unknown GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her SPECIES. Rift OCCUPATION. UTP. FACE CLAIM. Angel Coulby, Lily James, Aja Naomi King, Alexandra Park, Jessica Parker Kennedy, Adrianne Palicki.

BIOGRAPHY.

You were left to die. Your father was a king, and he wanted an heir. Left on a mountaintop days after your birth, it was Artemis who heeded your cries. She ensured you were taken care of and raised properly, and it was to her whom you owed your life. Swearing an oath to her, you were the greatest huntress in all of Greece. You slew Centaurs, you defended women from those who would cause them harm. You craved adventure, and you roamed Greece as it pleased you. It was your name that was commended for slaying the mighty Calydonian Boar, and you who wore the pelt in honor. You were the only woman to sail with Jason and the Argonauts, your talent unmatched even among men. You dared any man to race you, refusing marriage until someone proved themselves worthy. 

When you lost, you kept your word. But you and your husband were envied – Rhea decided that you would not have any happiness, and she turned you into a Lion. It was Artemis who brought your soul to Elysium when you died. She had not forgotten your oath, and in turn, she rewarded you with a life among the gods. Now, however, your strength was required to protect your goddess’ creations. The shapeshifters are yours to protect against the tearing of the veil. For if it is gone, they would no longer exist, and you do not want to see that happen, as you have already mourned Scylla and Fenrir. His revival to the living world has given you more reasons to protect those you love.

ABILITIES.

Immortal.

Telepathy. 

Can shift into any animal of her choice. 

Bite in animal form will kill a cubi. 

Has the power to heal any wound.

Can summon Nemea, Fenrir, and Phoenix at her will.

Silver will burn her. 

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[knowthyselfrp]

             NALA from LION KING // AGE RANGE: 22-27 // PRONOUNS: UTP

Everyone goes through changes in their lives, and there comes a point when they must decide whether the change will destroy them, or if it will make them stronger. For you, there was no question all over the matter - when you sank into an endless cycle of grief and despair, you chose to not give up the fight and instead rose like a phoenix from the ashes. It’s made you into a tougher person, unwilling to back down from what might be thrown your way - but in doing so, it’s also made you jaded. You want to feel that carefree liveliness that you once possessed, but you’ve become bitter. The world has taken all you hold dear from you with no remorse, so you have no choice but to do what you need, and do so unapologetically. You weren’t made to fit into a mold, you were made to break it.

Simba: They were your best friend as a child, someone that you clung to and laughed with and pictured being friends with for the rest of your lives. You complimented each other in a way that made sense, your common sense smart working efficiently beside their bravery. The two of you would talk about how you’d conquer the city and create something better, before you went on to take on the world. It seemed perfect - almost too much so. Because then they went missing, and you were left to fend for yourself. After what happened to Mufasa, you tried to hold onto hope that they’d come back to where they belonged - that you’d be able to help them work through it. But as weeks turned into years, your hope slowly died and you had to force yourself to not think about what happened to them. Instead, you’ve decided to carry on the legacy that you both planned out. Even if you’re doing it alone, you’re going to make this a better place.

Scar: You don’t trust them, plain and simple. As Simba’s family, you know that you should’ve been able to look at them for answers to what happened to your best friend. Just as anyone might expect, you believed that they must have been going through the same heartbreak that you were. And you kept your eyes open, waiting to see if there would ever be a moment in which you could approach the subject. But you’re smart, and you can see right through Scar. There were no tears shed over the death of Mufasa, no grief spared over the fact that Simba might’ve perished as well. They simply moved into a place that wasn’t meant for them, and decided it was where they belonged. You know that there’s more to their story than what they let on, and you aren’t going to give up that easily. With claws bared, you’ve dug into their inner circle and you aren’t planning on leaving any time soon.

The Creator has been waiting patiently, watching your story unfold. To Him, you’re a bit of a wild card, but that’s what makes you so interesting. As you’ve grown and tried to shed your naïveté and hopefulness, He knows that it’s not something you can throw away like a piece of garbage. The idealistic person you once were still lies within you, no matter how hard to might try to be unaffected. The Creator thinks that unveiling that once more will be one of His greatest works - all that needs to happen now is to discover what can bring you back to the brink. Tread lightly.

Kiki Layne, Ryan Destiny, Logan Browning

[knowthyselfrp]

RED QUEEN from ALICE IN WONDERLAND // AGE RANGE: 20 - 25 // PRONOUNS: UTP

You are fire, wild and untamable. As a child, you were always running free, doing what you wanted. Your sister was the perfect good one, and you were the one with a tongue too sharp and edges too jagged. It doesn’t matter what your tragic backstory is that led you to where you are now, The Creator is more intrigued with your present anyways. Did you always like the way fire burned, is that what led you to burn your childhood home down? Or was it the way your family kept annoying you that led to the poor tragedy? One day someone’s going to smell the stench of arson right to you, what will you do with your precious legacy then?

Alice Liddell: You had always been passionate, perhaps too passionate but you found yourself ready to burn for Alice. She was your first love, and you wonder if you’ll ever forgive her for breaking up with you. And the nerve she had for trying to be calm about it! So you openly despise her instead, doing whatever you can to get in her way. You refuse to be forgotten, and you’ll screw up whatever idea she’s got because you are more than another broken heart. Some mistake it for cruelty, but the Creator finds it amusing how you lash out with your wounded pride.

Mad Hatter: You’ve threatened his head a few times before, but your relationship goes deeper than that. He may not have helped you start that one fire, but he was the one to offer you a match. And he also happened to be the one to catch you too. Before that, you two could’ve been friends. You had a way of encouraging his weirdness, and he seemed to understand that you weren’t always so hardened. That changed when he caught you, and now your friendship can only exist in secret. You can threaten him all you want, both of you know nothing will happen to him.

Fuck Him, you say. Why did He have to give you such a crazy life, did He ever think that maybe you wanted to be soft like your sister? In which He has to say, He has. He likes you, you’re a wildfire and He can’t wait to see how you spread across Hermosa. Especially since you’re the one keeping Alice from finding out too much about Him. No, He may not give you a happy ending, but He surely will enjoy seeing your story pan out.

Summer Bishil, Aiysha Hart, Ryu Hwayoung

[knowthyselfrp]

                   AGE RANGE: 20-25 // OCCUPATION: UTP // PRONOUNS: UTP

Oh, Alice, your curiosity could kill you – quite literally. It should be no mystery to anyone that the reason why you came by Hermosa was because of your perpetual chase for answers. See, when someone runs past you in a rush, you couldn’t help but – wonder, couldn’t you? So you followed him – followed him all the way to the mysterious town of Hermosa; which only fueled your curiosity. Alas, while your curiosity might be your strength, it is without a doubt your weakness as well. Hermosa holds more secrets than you could imagine – and a sleuth would turn down everything but a mystery to solve. Remember what they say: curiosity killed the cat. But could satisfaction bring you back? 

Mad Hatter – What a friendship you two have. One solves mysteries for fun, and the other is basically a mystery. He’s a silly individual, one who talks nonsensically but with substance that not everyone can recognize. He is an enigma to everyone in town – including you. And perhaps, that’s what makes your friendship so interesting and solid.  As quirky as he is, you somehow understand his ways. After all, according to you, the best people the slightest bit insane.

Red Queen – You don’t understand what’s up her butt. This somehow perpetually grumpy person just despises you – and you definitely reciprocate the feeling. You won’t allow yourself to be bullied by someone just because they hold a position of power – quite especially one who abuses that power. She might be mad as well, but she certainly is not one of your favorite people – you’re positive of that. Watch out, though; you might just end up without a head.

Ah, how can we put this nicely – the Creator despises you. Your search for answers annoys him, and to question the Creator? Oh, there isn’t anything more that irritates him. Your inquisitiveness is angering him more than ever, Alice. You’re an intelligent girl – maybe it’s time you learned to stop searching. The line has to be drawn somewhere; and that line can’t be drawn in just the sand where the tide can come up and wash it away – it must be drawn in concrete. If the Red Queen doesn’t get to you first, the Creator just might use that eraser on you soon.

Sydney Park, Laura Harrier, Vanessa Morgan

[thequeendomhq]

THE TRADER ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 30+ SPECIES. Silver Elvhen FACTION. Merchant's Guild. OCCUPATION. Merchant.

There was profit to be made anywhere, coins were easy to come by for people willing to lower themselves to pick them up. Child of the Seven, you weren’t handed a gilded spoon like other wealthy heirs, your father had many children from many different sources, this was known, but no bastard was anything in his eyes until you could pay your own way. He put you on a vessel that landed on Iskaran shores, you came to the cold, brutal land with nothing but a ship, the clothes on your back, and an education. The first thing you procured was a knife, after a year you had a ship and a meager trade deal between jarlings. The year following you held an agreement between a noble of Lysara, a lesson came in your third year when Raiders swept a vessel clean. Then you hired pirates of your own, your competitor went under, and you thrived. You purchased another company suffering distress, absorbed their connections, and still you flourished. Business was good, and war was usually good for that sort of thing - all you needed to do was ask your friends in Astoria or Caribella, but Aetheron’s attack left little room for negotiation. Rescued and saved only by the thugs in your faithful employ, would anyone care if your greedy life was cut short? Did it bother you that they wouldn’t? Not really, because you’d had to start over before, and every setback presented a new opportunity. There was always coin to be made for those willing to lower themselves to pick them up.

CONNECTS

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NOTES

TQH: Troupe 1 - Refugee ABILITY: Gilded gold transmutation: The ability to transform objects into gold, but it does not last.

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[thequeendomhq]

THE SLIP ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 500+ SPECIES. High Elvhen FACTION. Thieves Guild & Nightingale OCCUPATION. Bard

Some days you think you weren’t meant to be born amongst the Elvhen. Never in a hurry, always willing to ignore you, but it wasn’t your fault you were blessed with a power. You were born to captivate audiences, and in the mortal realm, it was all too easy. You loved floating through Taravell, and sometimes that got you in trouble, but you could talk your way out of anything and everything. It helped that everyone had to listen to you, but you’d lick your wounds and head back to Avalon to those you’d left behind. They always waited because they knew you’d always return, and if anything, you were a creature of habit. You became a thief, a Nightingale, someone that could sit in a tavern and get as much info as they desired. You could talk someone into a lull, but you also knew the benefit of being silent. Each time you leave the mortal realm, you count down the days until you can come back. You were bold once again, in Iskaldrik where you hadn’t been in decades. Normally, mortals stayed silent because of you – but not this time. You idly wondered if this would be a good story for your next tune, a massive civilization crashing down around you – but you were meant for the hearts of the people, not for the end of the world. So you packed your strings and went on your way; the refugees would need your good spirits.

CONNECTS

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NOTES

TQH: Troupe 1 - Refugee ABILITY: Narcissism: when speaking, no one can talk over them.

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[thequeendomhq]

THE LIE ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Witcher FACTION. UTP. OCCUPATION. UTP.

They told you that you had to hunt for magic; they never said you had to be good, and they never said you had to be fair. This power suited you and if the law said that you couldn’t have land of your own, or a title, then all you had to do was find a way around it. That was where you excelled; maybe you couldn’t lie, but that didn’t mean you didn’t know how to say what people wanted to hear. You got your land, you got the house, and you were in the business of fear so you made sure that those around you and those under you kept their lips sealed. Your exchange was fair, they didn’t die, and their family wouldn’t go to the mines so long as they didn’t do anything too loud. When others came knocking, they saw a trusted ally, a fellow witcher who understood the kinship that came with being a poisoned fiend. Bribes came in handy when other methods failed; your nation put you through hell and dragged you back to the other side. Fewer and fewer went into those trials, and so fewer and fewer emerged from generation to generation. The fact was simple: witchers didn’t go to the mines; Iskaldrik needed you a lot more than you needed them, so they could slap your wrist all they wanted. That land you worked for, the stately house, in a fortnight, it was gone; swept away by the sort of monsters you hated by virtue of your training. Witches. Mages. Whatever the Aetherians had called themselves once, they took your home, and this was an unkindness you would someday repay.

CONNECTS

N/A.

NOTES

TQH: Troupe 1 - Refugee

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