((just bumping. Can't wait to start.))
((We're just waitin for Redaholic and Bunny to make their characters))
((Can I join?))
Appearence: Natalie is exotic and beautiful. She has golden brown locks that fall perfectly to her curvy waist. She has fair skin and piercing hazel eyes.
Personality:Friendly but sneaky. Natalie always has something up her sleeve. She's highly seductive and gets what she wants.
Bio:Natalie came from a family of witches. She continues her family's practices in fear of getting caught. Her family were nobles and left her a lot of coin to live off of although she thrives to be queen.
*Weapon: Magic ((sorry))
((Nice! Looks good :P))
(((im soo excited)))
((Arghh! I wanna start this! We gotta wait for the others, tough))
((or we could have them just jumping in))
((i'm sorry! You didn't need to wait for me, but thanks!))
Appearance: Long, snarled hair that she uses to hide her mishapen, ugly face. Her nose is very crooked, her eyes are fithly brown, and numerous scars and warts cover the rest of her face. She has a thin, curvy body, but wears the plainest, basest rags she can find to draw attention away from herself.
Personality: Has single-minded determination, but considers herself a social outcast. Has good intentions, but not much experience with social interaction with people her age, so can come off as rude and apathetic. In her eyes, everyone is a god compared to her.
Weapon: Staff (uses as a walking stick the rest of the time)
Bio: Ran away from her poor family after being told by malicious neighbors that she was nothing but a burdensome wretch, Has managed to survive on her somewhat primal instincts and using her staff to find food and live off the streets. The only justice she knows is in helping others and staying out of their way, doesn't truly know right and wrong.
((just reread tbe intro and realized the characters are looking for a staff, just letting you know that was not at all my intention :P))
((Haha, that's okay :P if you want, your character can be the one with the staff they're looking for, but she just doesn't know it.))
((Just bumping. Wanna start and Bunny can jump in? She hasn't been on in a while?))
((Sounds good to me.))
((Cool. Is anyone else on?))
((Im ready 2 start))
(Ok. Lets start, and everyone else can jump in when they want to.)) Heror engaged the scarecrow as if it was a real threat. He slashed at its gut twice and out came an avalanche of straw. He sheathed his sword and analyzed the damage. "Ouch," he said to himself before walking away.
Natalie walked out of her small cottage to go into town for her ingredents for her new potion.
((idk how 2 start my character off))
((That's ok. Try making other non-important characters to help progress things a little.)) It was a long walk to town, but a short run for Heror. He started to walk past the first buildings, observing the everyday motion of the town.
Pulling her cloak over her head, Fimdria speed-walked out of the alley and into the bloodstream of the town. She kept to the more impovershed part of town, where someone like her could fit in. She scanned the area for a target, growling stomach encouraging her to steal. She saw someone she hadn't seen around there before, and picked her as her victim. She seemed to be shopping for potions, so she had to have some wealth to spare.
Heror dropped his sword off at a smithy and took a slow walk around. He eyed a small girl with a cloak approaching someone in the market, but he shrugged it off. This part of town was starting to submerge under the surface of poverty.