Askinov RP Character Sheets

[eli_gone_crazy]

So, uh, yeah.
I'll need character sheets from everyone who wants to play, please,

Name:
Age:
Description:
Tribe:
Job (pretty much explained simply by the tribe, but there are some specialties, like healer, or tribes with multiple roles):
Sigil (totem design):
Personality:
Backstory:

[Qara-Xuan Zenith]

Name: Lilian
Age: 19
Description: Wide brown eyes and thick, dirty blond hair. Slight overbite, pale skin, and freckles. Slight build, long slender fingers.
Tribe: Rabbit
Job: Mostly a thief.
Sigil: She has a rabbit-in-silhouette charm that she wears around her neck. It's probably not real gold, but it does seem to be metal and yellowish.
Personality/ Backstory: Lilian likes to joke that if Chameleon were a totem, it would have beaten Rabbit to the punch at claiming her. She might not be the ultimate master of disguise, but she did create some blue hair dye and pass for Phoenix for a week when she was nine years old (when the dye started running low, she 'disappeared' before being found out-- but she still remembers the stories she learned). She has an easy sense of humour, and is good with her hands. She could have been a craftsman, probably, but she was both too impatient to work at something for long enough, and too clever to let people keep things that were just so easy to grab.

Unfortunately, she set her eyes on the wrong purse, and wound up getting taken by Lynx slavers. Right now she's in a cage in the Lower Market, ready to be sold to the first buyer (and not happy about it).

[RussetDivinity]

Name: Lisette

Age: 26

Description: Short and stocky, with black hair she usually keeps in two braids pinned to her head. She favors the colors green and gray.

Tribe: Cougar

Job: Fighter-for-hire, though she tends to be picky about what she fights for

Sigil: A jade cougar, rampant, which she carries in her pocket for good luck.

Personality: Lisette is eager to fight, though sometimes she doesn't think ahead, or if she does, it's only enough so that she can win a fight. This doesn't make her unintelligent; in fact, she enjoys reading and has contemplated becoming a scholar so she can learn more about the natural world. When encountering something new or fascinating, she can be careful to the point of caution, though she prefers things she doesn't have to worry about hurting. She befriends people easily but considers romance out of the question.

Backstory: Lisette grew up in a family of warriors eager to protect the council. For most of her life, she was just as patriotic as they were, but when she saw how corrupt the Council was and how far from its ideals it had become, she turned against it and became a fighter for hire, accepting jobs that would help people in need. She justifies herself by saying that patriotism belongs to a city, not a ruler, and a city is made up of its people.

[Guyshane]

Name: Vakann Dromus

Age: 20

Description: Heavily tanned with dark hair. He's of average height and well muscled. His face is less that of an aristocrat and more that of a fighter's

Tribe: Dragon

Job: Mage

Sigil: A silver and gold dragon soaring through the sky, imprinted on a coin that he frequently walks across his knuckles

Personality: Direct and somewhat near-sighted. While he can show altruism to those he considers friends or worthy by his own standards ,normally the first question asked is: "How does this benefit me?" As such he tends to hold on fiercely to objects he sees as useful or pleasing

Backstory: Vakann was born into a family heavily involved in the politics of the council. He was naturally expected to join in this endeavor and become a powerful player in his own right. However the young man refused and instead pursued the way of the mage as to his mind it afforded him direct and immediate power over the surrounding world that politics never could. Unfortunately as he was busy with his efforts a rival of his family struck, claiming that his family had been implicit in an attack on the Flash by the lower classes. Many of his family were executed or imprisoned, Vakann himself stood trial though he escaped imprisonment due to his dissociation from his family in general. Now the young mage must enter the world of politics he ignored to find out the truth and punish his family's opponents.

[agoraoptera]

Name: Nefer Talia

Age: 18

Description: Short as a result of malnutrition, with wide eyes shining like the guilty conscience of her mother, Talia's dirty white tresses frame her tired pink eyes with ragged locks. Her stick-like frame looks like it could be blown away by a strong wind, but then in the flickering firelight of evening taverns, she's got just enough meat on her bones to entertain clients.

Tribe: Sheep

Job: Slave, was performing as a mask-dancer.

Sigil: A stylised lamb branded on her right thigh.

Personality: Talia can conjure up a bright smile on demand, the bright false smile of a slave to her masters. She's got no energy to spare for being bitter or cynical, only a few worn tears to let go for grief. At least, that's what she'd prefer to believe. In her old position, Talia vacillated between melancholy and unfeeling disdain, heartfelt affection for her 'colleagues' and intense hatred for them. Now at least she only has to perform chores, and keep her new mistress amused, both of which keeps her in more or less even spirits. Mona has been an amazing mistress, though, and Talia is intensely grateful towards her, treating her wish as command. Once in a while, she wonders how life would have been like if she'd mustered the courage to slit her father's throat.

Backstory: Even as a child, Talia loved to dance. Seven years ago, her father incurred a debt to Ramfolk. A year later, he told her she'd be going away to learn dancing, and handed her over to Lynx slavers. She only saw him once more, two years later, drunk with his hand up her thigh in the tavern to which the slavers had sold her to. From behind her stylised red-and-white mask, Talia could only blink away the tears.

At eighteen years of age, Talia was getting old, and while some clients swung that way, the tavern owner decided she'd earn him more profits by selling her away. Unceremoniously resold back to the Ramfolk, she was soon bought by a seemingly paranoid Mouse lady with a penchant for locks. Thankfully, her new master appears nice enough, and even lets Talia dance once in a while. With good food everyday, clean clothing, Talia feels immense gratitude and vows to do her best in serving Mona.

[Pixelmage]

Name: Dare.
Age: 20.
Description: Light weight, but fit. Gray hair slightly long, but not quite close to reaching down to his shoulders.
Tribe: Wolf.
Job: Mercenary, specifically as a messenger.
Sigil: A wolf's head stitched to his right hand glove. (Both of his gloves are the kind that doesn't cover the fingers)
Personality:Thrill seeker, but quiet. Dare works as a messenger for hire, taking on jobs that most conventional means of contact would usually be too risky for the parties involved.
Backstory: He usually lived his life on a day-to-day basis without any particular concerns. While his early days as a messenger have been messy, including capture and assassination attempts, over time, the enemies of his clients came to realize it was pointless to target the runner. He would only be given sealed packages and leverage his speed to deliver it in an almost surreal span of time. This gained him a twofold reputation: To his clients, he was one of the best options to carry sensitive information; to the enemies of said clients, it became apparent that targeting Dare outside of the small window of time he carried the messages with him was a pointless exercise.

With his unusual and unofficial respect among the members of the council, however, the sensitivity of the mail and the willingness to intercept it both rose in equal measures. He wouldn't fail at delivering messages he was trusted with, of course, but his latest assignment, from the Wolf councilman, no less, proved to be a rather difficult one to deliver.

There are times to hide, there are times to walk alone and there are times to scavenge and cling to life in unsightly manners. But Wolf is but one pack. And there are times to band together and take for ourselves what's ours. The time of Wolf approaches. Stand with the pack and we shall take all that we desire.

[narrativedilettante]

Name: Mona

Age: 27

Description: Mona is small, even by Mouse standards. She has brown eyes and brown, wispy hair that she keeps short to avoid it getting in the way while she works.

Tribe: Mouse

Job: Mona is a Home Security Expert. She crafts locks and window latches that are magically tied to a person or to a particular key. (She prefers not to allow keys because even magical keys can sometimes be stolen.) She is capable of creating and installing every lock for a home by herself, but there has been so much demand for her services lately that she's hired several Rabbit craftsmen to assist her.

Sigil: A palm-sized wooden mouse, enchanted so that it will always return to her if lost.

Personality: Mona is something of a nervous wreck. She sees thugs behind every corner and doesn't really trust anyone unless she owns them.

Backstory: Due to her small stature, Mona has always been an easy target. The other Mouse children would steal her sigil and hide it from her, until one of the elders performed the spell that would always bring the sigil back to Mona. She started putting locks on everything she owned at a young age, and when she was ready to set up her own business she knew exactly what it would be.

She lives in the High Market, in a home attached to her storefront and workroom. Her home is nigh-impenetrable, but even there she doesn't feel safe. She's hoping to get enough money together to move into the Flash, where she expects she would find some security at last.

Whenever Mona feels lonely, she buys another slave. When she can find them, big burly Bears are ideal for guards around her house, but there are a handful of smaller slaves that clean, cook, or perform other menial tasks around the home, such as that Sheep girl who likes to dance. They're like family to Mona, though for the most part the slaves don't reciprocate that feeling. And unless you want to end the conversation there, I'd suggest you don't ask her about the Moose that supposedly guards her bedroom at night.

A list of Mona's slaves:

Bruce - Bear (NPC)
Bertha - Bear (NPC)
Bernard - Bear (NPC)
Milton - Moose (NPC)
Roland - Rabbit (NPC)
Talia - Sheep (PC - Agora)
Seymour - Sheep (NPC)
Claude - Crow (NPC)
Wilma - Wolf (NPC)

Recently, Mona was out in the Lower Market, going to a client's house to install new locks, when she was ambushed and her entire portable toolkit was stolen from her. She complained to the Council, expecting them to do something about the rate of crime, but received no interest in changing things. Mona was left with the idea that if Askinov is going to be made any safer, she's going to have to change it herself.

[Tohrinha]

Name: Kamala

Age: 31

Description: On the tall end for his tribe, but still heavily muscled, with sandy hair pulled into a knotted ponytail. Generally wears a yellow armband tied in the same style as his hair.

Tribe: Cougar

Job: Veteran fighter for Askinov.

Sigil: A single cougar’s fang, carved from wood and capped with some sort of translucent blue stone. Worn on a cord around his neck.

Personality: His idealism ran out a few years into his career, but he is still fiercely devoted to Askinov. When it comes to the city and people’s well-being, he is quick to defend against any perceived threat. This doesn’t stop him from poking fun at the other tribes in the barracks, though. He’s also taken an interest in knots in past years, teaching himself and his friends simple string games and becoming known as the repairman for snapped straps and lanyards.

Backstory: Kamala has always been a fighter, steadily working to both earn the respect of and soundly trounce his fellow warriors. He became fast friends with one in particular, though he had to settle for learning the art of knot-tying instead of pinning him in a fight. They made half-plans to open up a craft class for the rest of the fighters, which were all but forgotten after a few months.

Kamala’s friend disappeared some years after. The rumors were that he had been taken as a slave, but Kamala had his doubts about whether any slaver could have taken him, in a fight or otherwise. He secretly suspects that his friend has hired himself out as a bodyguard for a councilmember. He's a little cold toward the Council because of this. Fighting for the good of Askinov is one thing. The idea that his friend would be working solely for another tribe… That’s another thing entirely.

[JackAlsworth]

Name: Liazar

Age: 47

Description: Smallish. Short blue-green hair, greying slightly. Good posture (stands straight at nearly all times, unless hunched over his workbench). Tends to wear expensive clothing and jewelry, especially in the presence of other Phoenixes and Dragons.

Tribe: Phoenix

Job: Healer/Magical Researcher

Sigil: A turquoise gem, cut into the shape of a phoenix, that lights and heats up when he speaks a command word.

Personality: Liazar is much more interested in his work than anything else around him. He is soft-spoken, and will often not give advice if it is not directly asked for, even if he believes himself more knowledgeable than the one speaking (which is often). His standoffish manner and somewhat vain exterior belies a tender regard for all human life.

Backstory: Chosen at birth by the phoenix totem, Liazar never knew his family, save that they were from one of the lower classes. This invisible mark made him the target of prejudice from his peers, but once it became clear that he had little political ambition, they either left him alone or schemed to use his talents to their benefit. Liazar learned how to navigate the backroom dealings and power struggles of the Council at an early age. He does not enjoy it, preferring his work and his studies, but he is good at it.

[eli_gone_crazy]

Name: Defy
Age: roughly 19
Description: Long, Whip-thin with grey hair and yellow eyes
Tribe: Wolf
Job: Slave
Sigil (totem design): A tattoo of a stylized wolf on her inner right arm
Personality: She listens to no one, a rare lone wolf in the hundreds of packs. Her rebellious nature has made her self-sufficient, and she is very resourceful. She hates the council, and all who serve them.
Backstory:
Originally a trained killer, Defy refused to bow her head to the council (or her pack) and was summarily captured on a raid by Lynx, and is now waiting to be sold.

[Eric Kays]

Name: Evilen Nigra
Age: 23
Description: Brown skin with shoulder length straight black hair that shines in the sun. She wears clothing designed to take a beating from slides and falls. The only thing not covered is her hair and face. She rarely carries anything with her that could slow her down or affect a roll. Her Sigil is a tattoo that covers the upper half of her face like a mask. The only unnecessary item she carries is a leather necklace with a silver and green swirl bead.
Tribe: Crow
Job (pretty much explained simply by the tribe, but there are some specialties, like healer, or tribes with multiple roles): Message Runner/Thief/assassin for hire. basically highly skilled in running, long jumps, high falls, and quick hit and runs. Good with knives (not throwing, though).
Sigil (totem design): http://www.tattoostime.com/images/247/t ... ersign.jpg
Personality: When it benefits and feeds her, Evilen will flock and work with other people. But the moment she’s had her fill, she leaves. She will work for anyone, but she does not trust the larger birds that are likely to try to hurt her. Survival is more important than justice. If you leave her alone, she’ll leave you alone. If you hurt her, she’ll hurt you until you relent.
Backstory: Evilen knew her place from the start of her life. She was the lowest of the low in Askinov. She would never live in a house higher than the shadow of the mountains in the slums, and she couldn’t do anything about it. So, when she was 16, she made the decision that if she couldn’t live in the flash of the city, she would fly above it. And fly she did. She changed her name and took her running skills to the roof of the city. Operating by herself she works for anyone with money, delivering messages with incredible speed. Nowhere is too difficult for her to get to, and no amount of traffic will stop her from getting to her destination. It was at 21 that her first request as an assassin came in. She was hired by a mysterious dragon to kill a visiting prince from another city. She succeeded, but a price.

She had trusted one man alone in her entire life. Charlie was a Bear she had befriended at 13. Together they had fought off a crowd of boys harassing them. They had been sparing buddies and confidants. When he turned 16, he joined the City Militia, making their friendship harder to keep. But somehow they managed to keep it, whether through notes or secret meetings. Once, they went 6 whole months communicating with only a silver and green bead, passing it off to each other when they could just to tell the other that they loved them.

Three days after her first assassination, she waited in her planned spot for Charlie. He did not come. She would not find out about his execution until two weeks later. The charges were falsified and the trial lasted 10 minutes. Evilen nearly starved in grief, until one day, sitting on the top of a tower in the Flash, she stood against the rising sun and swore to never let anything affect her the way the loss of Charlie did. With no more ties to anyone, she leaped into her work as a messenger by day and an assassin by night. No one could touch her. The only way to stop her would be to kill her.