Welcome, Avia Lylux to Tabula Rasa, She kind of looks a lot like Elizabeth Gillies please submit your character account within 24hrs
My name is Alyse and my pronouns are her/she.
AGE: 21
TIMEZONE: CST
EXPERIENCE: I use to roleplay in high school on Facebook, but left the group a long time ago. I play D&D with a group of friends at my college. Other than that I’m still a bit new I guess.
CHARACTER NAME: Avia Lylux
CHARACTER AGE: 21
FACECLAIM: Elizabeth Gillies
GENDER: Female
SPECIES: Supernatural
SUBSPECIES: half angel and half demon
TRAITS:
Positive: Kind, Caring, Fun, Loyal, Silly
Negative: Unfiltered at times, Has an aggressive/dark side, can be mean, suffers mood swings, suffers depression.
SKILL SETS:
A master of music, shape shifts as any creature or human, Has a knack for pick pocketing.
LACKING SKILL SETS:
Lazy, reckless at times, hates being around people she doesn’t know.
QUOTE/LYRICS:
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
WRITING SAMPLE
CHARACTER BACKGROUND:
Avia Lylux is a runaway orphan. Her father was a demon who abandoned her mother, who was an angel. Her mother died giving birth to Avia. She lives a troubled life, but still wears a smile. She enjoys making music for others to hear and listen to. She hopes her music helps people too. At a young age she learned that she can shapeshift into anyone or anything. No doubt she got that from her father’s side. She uses this power to play jinxes on people, and get what she wants sometimes. She pickpockets every now and again for her own personal gain. She also does it to mess with people. She is more chaotic, but she has a good heart and always loves being with her close friends. She is very extroverted for someone who doesn’t care for new people. Since she can be a bit more aggressive and unfiltered than others she tends to not have too many friends. She also can be very introverted when she goes through an episode of depression and becomes more reckless to herself rather than others. She’s always ready to help her friends, and always is ready to have a good time. Or stir up some chaos.
PARAGRAPH SAMPLE:
Avia Lylux sat by the window of an abandoned old building. It was a velvety starry night. She gazed up at the stars and imagined what her mother was doing in the afterlife. Maybe she was one of the stars shining in the sky. Maybe if she made a wish on one her mother would hear her and answer back. Avia twirled her knife in her hand. She pondered what she should go do for the night. She rummaged through her bag of treasures she picked up from strangers throughout the day. A couple of dollars, two cellphones, a tennis bracelet, a gold chain, and a small camera. Nothing too great for her this time. Just then she heard some bass music coming from a couple blocks over. She then grinned to herself. “I know what I’m doing to tonight.” She then morphed into an owl and flew off to find where the sound of fun was at.
Welcome, Lucent “Lucky” Lachlan to Tabula Rasa, He kind of looks a lot like Domhnall Gleeson please submit your character account within 24hrs
OUT OF CHARACTER
NAME/NICKNAME/ALIAS: Slowner
AGE: 24
TIMEZONE: PST.
EXPERIENCE: Too damn long. 11-12 years. Started roughly when I was 11, writing my own stories and miniature novels. That progressed into literature based roleplays by the time I was 13.
IN CHARACTER
CHARACTER NAME: Lucent “Lucky” Lachlan - His name directly translates into “Glowing”, “Radiant” and “Dauntless” in three separate languages, Spanish, Italian(Luciento) and Latin (Lucentine).
CHARACTER AGE: Roughly 26, doesn’t actually know his exact age due to being orphaned before any legal paperwork had been filed on him.
FACECLAIM: Domhnall Gleeson
GENDER: He’s a male.
SPECIES: They are a hybrid between a supernatural male being and a human female.
SUBSPECIES: Leprechaun
TRAITS: +++ Lucky, + Economically Inclined, + Efficient
— Cocky, -Cheeky, -Coy (yes; those are all synonyms, no; you can’t complain.)
SKILL SETS: Lucent’s Luck is supernaturally modified by his Leprechaun heritage. Despite being a hybrid, most of Lucent’s biology and genetics were gained from his father - Resulting in a fairly potent and consistent stream of “Jackpot” style luck being present in Lucky’s life. These occurences are what ultimately earned him his monicre. Much like Domino from Marvel, Lucky’s luck is much more versatile than one would be lead to believe at surface level. In a practical sense, Lucent’s luck can provide a tangible and realistic field of awareness around him. Like a sphere of aura or energy, Lucky supernaturally and subconsciously affects reality to tilt the outcomes of events in his favor. From things as simple as rolling the right dice to something as elaborate as allowing one of his guards to be positioned in the perfect spot to cover his own blindspots. To be clear - A leprechaun’s luck affects observable reality to skew the chances of something happening or not happening. It affects people, places, things and thoughts on a nearly impossible to perceive level. Only someone who spends a lengthy and recurring amount of time in close vicinity to Lucky would begin to slowly begin to grow suspicious of how the man always seems to come out on top of any situation. Its uncanny and unsettling to some, but the ultimate ace up your sleeve to others.
Examples of “Luck” affecting outcomes:
-Lucky is accosted by an aggressor, who mis-identifies him almost immediately as someone else, or said aggressor simply would trip over a crack in the pavement and fall flat on their face unconscious.
-Lucky walks into a car lot and is told he is the 10,000 customer and is granted a free car.
-In a fight, Luck is enough to see that Lucent dodges an attack completely or is able to misplace a normally fatal attack to a non-fatal area. A punch from Lucky, while being a punch from a biological human - Is packed with the physical manifestation of his ‘Jackpot’ - meaning if he hasn’t used his luck it becomes stronger. Since Lucent is not aware of himself being a Leprechaun, he wouldn’t be able to actively use or NOT USE his powers; Resulting in his luck averaging out to be noteably higher than other supernatural beings, but not high enough to garner Lucky any interest in most people’s eyes.
*His luck isn’t a slight tilt of the pinball machine, It turns the damn thing upside down.*
QUOTE/LYRICS: Personal: “Feelin’ lucky?”
Philosophical: “Live for the moment lest you lose it forever.”
WRITING SAMPLE
CHARACTER BACKGROUND: (I add bits of his background into the actual IC writing sample at the end of this app. I will mainly focus on the ideas and themes prevalent in his background in this section as we have discussed a lot about Lucky in person already.)
*Lucky was orphaned as a child. This results in him having severe trust issues, to constantly suspect people of betraying or abandoning him and generally results in his intolerant nature. If you can think of a young, impulsive irishman that is willing to headbut his way through things, that’s lucky in a nutshell. Hailing from Ireland, this is only further exasperating his short temper and spitfirey nature. He is mildly alcoholic and drinks as a coping mechanism for his depression and anxiety. He started drinking at 14. His mother left him on the steps of a wealthy businessman and politician’s estate. This decision ends up playing out amazingly in Lucent’s favor. At the age of 20 his adoptive parents pass away peacefully of old age and leave everything in their estate and portfolios to their son. Within 6 years Lucent would establish himself in the eyes of the public as a successful businessman and philanthropist. His casinos are widely considered the best around the globe and his name is often touted about in circles of celebrities and other high profile types. It stands reason that anyone with a gambling background would know of Lucky when he arrives. His opening ceremonies generate a rather large buzz, including celebrity style red carpet treatment and a “quality higher than anywhere else” guarantee. All of his employees seem happy and well paid. At least half of his success can be directly attributed to his supernatural luck, though it is worth noting that the man himself is also incredibly adept at getting what he wants from others.
CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY: Lucky is a half-leprechaun half-human hybrid. This means that he naturally retains the tenacity and adaptability of humanity as well as the deeply invested cultural beliefs and respects of an irish leprechaun. Honesty, loyalty and respect are what dictate his relationships and interactions with others. If people prove civil and abide by Lucent’s prestigious establishment’s rules then he generally is a kind and agreeable man.
However, Lucky is also a man with little to no patience for upsets to his perceived norm. People that stand out or rebel against his jurisdictions often get to meet the unpleasant side of him, a side that is fully aware of how deep the influence of his economical and societal status has. One might assume him a 'control freak’ on a surface level, but in reality Lucent simply has a plan in mind for how he wants things to go and gets frustrated when that plan is willfully ignored by others. As long as they do what is expected of their station or position, Lucent often lets his employees operate at a casual and comfortable pace - believing it instills a healthy work ethic and loyalty among his employees which shows to be effective as there have never been any scandals or secrets revealed about him or his organization.
Lucky runs a chain of Casinos with locations in popular tourist sites - His most recent endeavor has chosen Tabula Rasa as it’s destination. Lucky aims to bring the full experience of one of his casinos to the sanctioned city of Tabula Rasa. Why did he choose a city with unique political ties and perhaps abstinations due to it’s sovereignty? That much is simple - Lucky sees it as a ripe opportunity to perform two tasks simultaneously.
ONE: Open a casino in a predominantly supernatural economy, see how much money he can squeeze out of the 400-500 year old vampires with long lasting economic ties ;D or the werewolves that probably have drug money and fight ring money up the wazzooo. It’s a smart business decision.
Two: Lucky will have privatized cameras monitoring the internals of his casino. Potentially even some of the rentable rooms/suites. That’s right, Lucky may be planning to blackmail people if spicy shenanigans go down in his place of business. In addition to this, he has received contracts from several television companies wishing to get “an inside view” of the functionings of the supernatural city.
PARAGRAPH SAMPLE: Raindrops spattering against the blacktop, falling like tears from the very sky itself as a cradle lay at the foot of a door; mewling and balling - crying out into the cold, dark, unloving world. A child was orphaned that night, left alone without a mother or father by a woman weeping as she fled her shame. The shackles of guilt too much for her to bear she only hoped she could replace with the comfort of knowing she had picked a good home for her son. She didn’t look back, didn’t turn to have one last look at her child; for she knew that if she had, she would’ve ran back to him sobbing and begging for his forgiveness.
Or at least that’s how he liked to think it went. Cubes of ice stacked in fours clattered as they were swirled about in the glass clasped gingerly between his thumb, index and middle fingers. The next moment he banished the thought beneath a torrent of whiskey - hoping it was possible to drink oneself into amnesia, this was the typical Friday for the hotheaded irishman. His two-piece suit clung to his body, fitted perfectly to a pristine and refined crisp. Every crease was pressed that morning, both shoes polished independently. This man was dressed far too well to be muckraking at a bar, yet there he sat clanking his glass for another round.
“Again?” Called the bearded man from behind the bar, “That’s your twelfth in under 20. Trying to drown, buddy?”
“No ser, Just tryin’ not te’ think.” He raised his glass with as little effort as humanly possible before setting it back down. It would be then that the man did what every bartender did when serving him, They tried to cut him off. A large hand closed ontop of his glass and slid it from his hand.
“Well you’ll have to go not think somewhere else, you’re disturbing my business.”
“Disturbi- Oh… right.” The red headed male looked to his sides at the barstools full of his entourage; roughly six armed men dressed in deep black suits with verdant green ties and .45’s in their holsters. “Apologies, We’ll just make our leave then.”
And so they did, the seven irishmen stepped out from that establishment and would set out to their true destination - an establishment of their own. A right irish diamond here in the land of the affluent and esteemed. Gone would be the days of hoity toity bars with expectations and back would be the glorious days of pub crawls, brawls and throwing up in every bathroom stall from here to the piers! Though one thought kept rearing it damnable face in the recesses of his mind. And the words that haunted him were spoken in the voice he imagined for her.
“Nothing you do will ever be good enough. No matter how much you achieve, how far you go. You’ll always be undeserving of a mother’s love. Yer a right bastard ye know? Not even I wanted you.” The glass of a mirror in his suite would shatter later that night in response and within the fragments of glass he finally felt like he could see his true self; And he was a broken, bloody, mess of a man.“
Welcome, James Kenneth to Tabula Rasa, He kind of looks a lot like Cillian Murphy please submit your character account within 24hrs
OUT OF CHARACTER
NAME/NICKNAME/ALIAS: Emily She/Her/Hers
AGE: 22
TIMEZONE: CST
EXPERIENCE: Multiple (6-8 ish?) years, including as Kasumi in this group :3
IN CHARACTER
CHARACTER NAME: James Kenneth
CHARACTER AGE: 37
FACECLAIM: Cillian Murphy
GENDER: Male
SPECIES: Human
SUBSPECIES: Supernatural Hunter. Focuses on witches but knows how to kill Weres and Vampires.
TRAITS: Artist, pure evil, hates supernaturals with a passion, charming, manipulative, cunning
SKILL SETS: Art professor at Kiki’s old college. Great at lying.
QUOTE/LYRICS:
Can you feel me breathing down your neck?
You’re just a perfect little human wreck
But I like you
enough to destroy you, tear you down
I’m gonna break your heart and get away with murder.
WRITING SAMPLE
CHARACTER BACKGROUND: The professor discovered Kiki at college and convinced her to major in art. He was the art professor at her college. She ended up falling for him and they had a secret sorta relationship. It wasn’t official but they both acted like a couple just not on school grounds. After Kiki was discovered as a wiccan he was the only one who didn’t seem to turn on her. They had to be more secret about their relationship and during school hours he’d act a bit cold towards her and ignore her claiming it was because of his reputation he had to maintain. She understood that and went along with it. On top of her being tormented physically and mentally everyday by pretty much everyone. Somebody at college began sabotaging her artwork and projects which was causing her grades to tank and sabotaging her change at art job opportunities. The professor helped her to not give up and keep on moving forward. One day Kiki was extremely low , feeling awful and suicidal as things had gotten harder and a big project of hers got ruined yet again. That night the professor confessed that he was the one behind it and told the truth about how disgusted he was of Kiki. The two got into an argument and the professor became “scared” of the witch so he had to teach her to fear him. He resorted to violence beat her and then raped her.his plan worked and he became the one person in the world that she truly feared. He told her if she told a soul that he’d claim she used a love spell against him. Since the town already was against her she kept her mouth shut. She dropped out of art class after and soon got tormented out of the whole school.
CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY: He’s well known and respected in her old town , well known in the art community , he believes supernaturals are the devils creatures and don’t deserve to roam among humans, thinks of them as lesser creatures, he’s possessive he’s stalking Kiki and wants to watch her suffer and die through his hands and any other supernatural he may come across
PARAGRAPH SAMPLE: (an excerpt from Professor and Kiki experimental rp)
James watched, his fake smile plastered on his face as she set her abomination into the oven, and waited until she had closed it to approach her. He gently reached out and caressed her cheek, wiping a bit of glitter off of under her eye with the pad of his thumb before removing his hand– only to swiftly make contact with her cheek once more with a heavy smack. His smile faded instantly to a disgusted frown.
“You should keep that disgusting filth hidden forever.” Before she could get over the shock of him smacking her, he grabbed her shoulders and pinned her against the wall, the force of the action knocking a couple unpainted pots off the shelves and they came crashing down around them.
“Do you honestly think anyone will compliment that abomination you’ve created!?" he spat, his eyes full of rage. "You should be afraid – very afraid – of what this town thinks of you. Yet here you are, happily enjoying yourself with your filthy little hands, creating such vile forms out of our precious clay. You’re a disgrace to the art program.”
Welcome, Viktor Karminsky to Tabula Rasa, He kind of looks a lot like Darren Criss please submit your character account within 24hrs
OUT OF CHARACTER
NAME/NICKNAME/ALIAS: Damien (He/him)
AGE: 18
TIMEZONE: PST
EXPERIENCE: I’ve been roleplaying (casually/amateurly) on and off for 6 years and I kinda suck at it sorry. I’ve roleplayed both as ocs and as characters from different anime/fandoms if you want specifics I can let you know
IN CHARACTER
CHARACTER NAME: Viktor Octavian Karminsky
CHARACTER AGE: 156 (True Age), Appears to be in mid twenties.
FACECLAIM: Darren Criss
GENDER: Cisgender Male (He/Him)
SPECIES: Supernatural, Undead
SUBSPECIES: Vampire
TRAITS:
Positive:
> Disciplined
> Quick witted
> Friendly
Negative:
> Indifferent
> Superficial
> Manipulative
SKILL SETS:
Positive:
> Persuasion. Viktor has a way with words, having been a businessman for most of his life. While he can’t “charm” anyone, he can be pretty convincing when he wants to be.
> Cooking. While Viktor isn’t a culinary prodigy, he has been practicing for many years. While he can mostly only cook European food (Russian, Romanian, German etc), he has also picked up “American” food quite well. Although he can’t eat food due to his undead status, his non-vampiric acquaintances quite appreciate the gesture.
> Marksmanship. Viktor was part of the military for many years and occupied Romania with the USSR. During his time in the military, Viktor was an excellent shot and received numerous awards for it.
> Jewelry-making. Viktor took up jewelry-making as a means to give Garridan more personalized gifts. Currently, he continues to make jewelry as a hobby, and has a pile of jewelry he’s made with the intention of one day returning to Garridan and giving them to him.
Negative:
> Can’t drive. When the automobile first came out, his father arranged for a personal driver for him. Because of this, Viktor never got around to learning how to drive and doesn’t currently plan on doing so.
> Can’t mediate/comfort others well. Viktor is used to offering actual solutions to other peoples’ problems but he tries his best not to say anything that will make the situation worse. With Garridan, he tends to be more tender than with others, however, even comforting Garridan is limited to physical touch and small words of comfort for the most part.
> Has trouble making genuine friends. Since Viktor is a businessman, most of his “friends” are merely business partners whom he has ties to. Many of said business partners are jaded, and Viktor is almost more comfortable talking to someone he’s legally tied to than someone he considers his friend. Due to his past and familiarity with ulterior motives, it is hard for Viktor to relax and open up to people about things.
QUOTE/LYRICS:
“But who really cares? / Nobody aware, in love with they hair, in love with the self / Wealth growing, stealth blowing / I cannot have any privacy / Even my closest of homies could lie to me / They could decide to be slithering snakes / Where the withering wraiths / Keep a blistering pace, see a fist in your face” Learning Not to Give a Fuck, Lil Darkie
“Always lie when they ask you how you’re feeling / Demons tell the truth to help spread chaos / We’ve been born more than once for the Scorpio Machine” Scorpio Machine, Angelspit
WRITING SAMPLE
CHARACTER BACKGROUND:
(These are just key parts idk how much you wanted)
Viktor grew up in Russia in a wealthy family. For the first 18 years of his life, he lived as a “good son,” following his fathers’ orders and excelling in his studies. He lost his younger brother when he was 16 and became an only child. When Viktor became an adult, his father revealed to him that he had been turned into a vampire, and offered the same fate to his son. Viktor accepted, and was turned on the night of his 21st birthday.
Following the turning, Viktor did many things, one being joining the military. He invaded and occupied Romania in the USSR, which is where he met Garridan. Within the year, they fell in love and Viktor turned Garridan into a vampire.
Viktor also worked with his father to begin investing in the diamond industry, funneling wealth into the Russian mines. Viktor’s father now is a large contributor in fine jewelry companies, some of which are based in the US and some of which are European/Asian based. Viktor does help run the company, but is far more interested in making his own jewelry rather than wealth itself.
Presently, Viktor is searching for Garridan and hoping to settle down in the city he finds his lover residing in.
CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY:
Viktor was raised as a socialite and can make small talk with even the most cantankerous of people. Depending on who he’s with, Viktor can be quite charming, friendly, and genuine. However, he is more often than not talking to acquaintances that are more interested in what they can get from him than Viktor himself. To this, he responds with sweet words, smiles, and his own underlying interests. He is not above manipulation within the business world, after all, most figure heads and people he works with are conniving, calloused supernaturals.
Viktor also has a gentler side that he primarily shows only the closest of people, such as his mother or Garridan. He took up jewelry making solely to make jewelry for Garridan, though he has made a few pieces for his mother as well.
Viktor enjoys fishing, hunting, and jewelry-making, although he does have other hobbies. Having grown up in Russia, Viktor is used to the snow and enjoys winter sports such as snowboarding, skiing, and ice skating. He really only has 2 tasks/goals in life: Find Garridan, and continue striving for eternal wealth at his father’s request.
PARAGRAPH SAMPLE:
Viktor closed his eyes, resisting the urge to sigh. Though he could feel his lover’s presence, he was still a ways away from actually seeing Garridan. Upon entering the city, he felt a surge of determination- after all this time, he was so close. The newfound intensity of the pull from their bond sent a shiver up Viktor’s spine. Nothing else mattered to him- the nightlife of the city, smells from different restaurants, and people walking down the streets were all ignored as he followed the familiar feeling of his lover’s attachment to him. What would Garridan do when Viktor finally got to him, he wondered, lips twitching upwards into a smile. Even if Garridan had found someone while he was gone- and Viktor was sure he hadn’t- Viktor could live life acting as his friend rather than his partner. However, the maker did hope that he would find Garridan still sharing the same feelings as they did 2 decades ago.
Good at cooking and general housekeeping. Good with animals and music, speaks all languages (because angel). Can fly and control water. Unexpectedly a great leader during a crisis. Always stands up for what he believes in.
Terrible with people despite trying his best to understand them. Introverted, practically shuts down when interacting with large groups of people. Sometime shas a one-track mind that gets him into trouble. Self-conscious about his true identity.
QUOTE/LYRICS:
“You turn such a sad scenery as this
into light
Even a teardrop
falls like a jewel
Towards the future”
— Kimi ga Hikari ni kaete yuku (by kalafina)
https://canta-per-me.net/lyrics/kimi-ga-hikari/
WRITING SAMPLE
CHARACTER BACKGROUND:
Kasumi grew up in a rural area in the middle of nowhere in the human realm. His fair, almost white skin, and light blue hair, combined with his pale silver-blue eyes, he looked like mist. That’s where the name “Kasumi” comes from. The name means “mist”. He had a habit of wearing lightly colored clothes, so that he looked like mist. It suited his shy, quiet nature well.
He did not have a good connection with his parents, because they suddenly disappeared when he was 10. They were alive, because they still sent him messages, but could not tell him or anyone where they were or why. They said it was “For his safety” that they stayed hidden.
The messages never came in the mail. They always appeared mysteriously, sometimes on his front porch, sometimes in the grass or on his pillow. Sometimes they were even delivered by wild animals, which was quite odd. Kasumi always enjoyed reading them, but they always made him think about why they couldn’t just come back. What were they protecting him from? Kasumi stored the messages in a pile. After every time he read them, he needed to take a walk outside. He would exit his wooden, shabby house that was slowly falling apart, and walk out into the yard. His yard wasn’t just a yard, it was wild, wilderness. But there was one thing he had that no one else had ever seen before: The mysterious mist that surrounded the house. It appeared shortly after his parents disappeared. It fascinated Kasumi. When the sun rose, the mist sparkled pastel colors and twinkled with the morning dew. During the day, it played with him, hiding him, and he could scoop it up and pour it out like water. When the sun set, it glowed orange and pink and purple, and at night it reflected the stars, or glowed in the moonlight.
Kasumi loved the mist. Other than the occasional animal, the mist was his only friend. Kasumi was too shy to talk to people, anyways. He spent countless days surrounded by the shimmering cloud, mystified by the secrets it held.
One day, he received a frighteningly frantic letter from a fox that disappeared as quickly as it came. Kasumi opened it hastily, sensing the urgency that the fox held in its eyes. The letter contained three simple words; “Get out. NOW.” Kasumi crumpled the letter in his hands and stood up, startled. He could feel the presence of something, but it wasn’t an animal. It was human.
Kasumi did the first thing he thought of. He ran. The mist surrounded him, and he used it as cover, but it seemed heavy, as if it were pulling him down. He lost his focus and noticed that the fog had covered everything, and he now had no idea where he was. He felt the presence of something dark and evil lurking just behind him, and the feeling sent a cold shiver up his spine. He ran again, but this time he lost his footing and fell. Something cold surrounded him, and sharp knives pierced his face and hands. He had fallen into the river, and was face down on the sharp rocks of the riverbottom. He gasped as the pain reached him, and freezing water filled his lungs. He was drowning…
He looked up, the surface looked so far away… there was a dark figure standing there. Kasumi held out his hand to the mysterious figure, but it turned and left. The cold water pushed Kasumi down, holding him to the bottom of the river as it dragged his body across the pointed stones, bruising and cutting him until one caught his shirt and kept him there. Kasumi gave up, there was nothing he could do. There was so much left to live for though… so many unsolved mysteries. Then he felt a sudden energy flowing through his body. He lifted his arms once more, as if commanding the water to move, and it did. Water flowed out from his lungs, into his wounds, healing them as he stood up and climbed out of the river. He shook himself dry and soared up through the air, breaking through the thick layer of fog in search of the mysterious figure. He found none. Had this person been his savior, or tried to attempt his demise?
Kasumi returned to his homeland to escape for many years, only returning to earth 200 years later. He still searches periodically for hints of the figure he saw that day, but after 200 years, the house he lived in and many other clues were long gone.
CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY: Kasumi’s one driving goal is to understand who the mysterious figure was, who gave him his water magic, and why, but it has been hundreds of years since this occured, and he has lost most of his clues. He now tries to understand humans and is interested in their daily lives, since in his early years alone in his house he didn’t interact with many others. He has the power to control water, but he hides this, along with his wings and most of his identity. He wears a sweatshirt most of the time and is shy of his body despite being relatively fit and good-looking. He is afraid of large crowds but his desire to learn more about people often lets him end up in one. He often listens to music to distract him from whatever is going on around him when he is stressed. He often dresses in light-colored clothing and blue hues, and doesn’t seem to understand that this makes him stand out sometimes.
PARAGRAPH SAMPLE:
Kasumi walked slowly through a dark alley towards the flickering neon sign that said “bar open.” The music playing through his headphones became less and less audible as the loud bass of the bar’s music steadily grew louder. He sighed and paused for a moment, taking out his phone to pause his music. He got out the ID one of his fellow angels had given him, that said he was 21 years old. It was a lie, since he was really 20 when he died but was now so old he’d lost count of the years. Yet a bar was the one place he could watch people, and socialize if he so chose to.
The security guard at the front gate gave him a twice-over as Kasumi handed him his ID.
“Kasumi Angel?” The guard asked with a questioning glare.
“Yes sir,” Kasumi smiled, removing his hood to reveal his pale blue hair.
The guard hesitantly handed back the ID card and allowed Kasumi inside. Kasumi sat in a corner by the bar and ordered his usual liquor, and looked around at the people chatting and dancing as he sipped at it. After a few minutes a young woman with purple hair and several face piercings approached and asked him to dance. Kasumi smiled awkwardly and respectfully declined. He didn’t feel like dancing tonight. He was in a new part of town and wanted simply to observe the type of people that lived there. He wanted to be able to read the atmosphere so he didn’t say or do anything wrong. It was how he’d always lived, since the passage of time was so irrelevant to him now. He had to make sure he kept up with current culture.
SKILL SETS: I am all for contributing new ideas.The type of person that will be up at three in the morning writing down new ideas like a madwoman with idea,idea after idea. I lack poorly in editing department of videos, pictures or anything of the sort and I apologize before hand. Need plot ideas from the Netherworlds, I’m your gal. Want someone to stay up with you till the crack of dawn because you can’t get you’re stories just right, count me in! I’ll get my pompoms ready and put on my cheerleading uniform if need be be. I will be that research guru to go to the darkweb and look for you because I have many times before. Yes, I am that nerd. Those are my skills. Got the glasses and all. And books too.
QUOTE/LYRICS: “Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome. Do your worst, for I will do mine! Then the fates will know you as we know you”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
WRITING SAMPLE: Addie stood at the entrance of the cabin quite proud of herself. Almond shaped eyes with a gleam in them that hadn’t been there in some time now, hands placed on her hips as she smiled. Just then, the door of the rickety cabin groaned in protest and clattered to the floor, a flume of dust flying in the air in it’s wake as the petite female skittered backwards, planting right on her ass, a slew of obscenities tumbling from her lips. “Dios mios…you piece of….”
Adelina’s ravenous locks tumbled around her face as she crawled from where she had fallen only to kick at the fallen piece of door frame as if it was it was it’s fault only to realize that she, herself hadn’t even nailed that frame into place.
Adelina huffed a piece of dark hair from her face as she was woke from yet another dream of howling. Yes, the cabin was in the woods but she hadn’t seen a wolf yet nor had she captured one with her camera while about in them late at night with the moon full. It was like they were taunting her. C a l l i n g to her.
She wiped at the sheen sweat that broke across her brow and at the hollow of her throat, taking in the ragged breath that dare itched her throat before padding barefoot to the front porch. Crisp air tickled across caramel kissed skin as a low hum rumbled in her throat.
“Who are you?” she whispered to the moon, arms wrapped around the post, head tipped towards to sky.
Addie was always on the go, camera in hand. There were adventures to be had of course. And in the distance a flash of red. All else in the world seemed to fade away in that very moment. Nothing seemed to matter. She could practically hear the shutter of her camera as she pushed the button over the chaos that was in the street. Horns honking? Children laughing? No.
Addie k n e w that face from somewhere. But where? Her hazy dreams? But how? No sooner than she had snapped the photo, the fiery red head was gone. Addie’s heart quickened. A pout tugged at the corners of her lips as she quickly looked at the screen of her camera in awe. Pads of her fingers tracing over the beauty that graced the screen. “Cual es tu nombre belleza de mis sueños?”
