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In Character; Canon Character;

Desired Character:Myron Alexius

Series: Magi

Age:20

Family Status:Pauper

Job: Bounty Hunter

Residence: Currently homeless

Personality: Myron is actually somewhat calm, until she goes into battle. She’s intelligent and apt at creating successful strategies, something that greatly aids her in her field of work. She doesn’t want the Fanalis to be seen as such a savage race for her brother’s sake, but even she can’t deny the fact that the rush of battle is…well, infectious. While she isn’t quite at RohRoh’s level, she has been known to become rather psychotic during fights, such as declaring the enemy as prey. She also isn’t known for her compassion, as she was rather cold in regards to Titus’s wish to live.

Despite this, Myron is very caring toward her brother, as he is the only family she has left. In regards to others, she can sometimes be rather callous, but she is generally rather civil. 

Background: Born a slave, it was Myron and her older brother for as long as she could remember. Born as half-Fanalis, they were immediately looked down upon. Their parents died early on in their childhood through an accident. Myron barely remembers them, however, but she does remember that her mother’s hugs were very warm. But after that, life fell down on their shoulders, forcing them to bear a terrible burden.

At their age, they were expected to take over all the chores their parents had, as well as the ones they usually performed. Cleaning, gathering water, feeding and caring for the animals…Every day she went to bed with aching muscles. Even if her mixed blood granted her enhanced strength, it was still a tough way of life. Especially since by the time they finished their chores, it was late at night, and they’d have to be up before the sun rose the next morning.

It was miserable, but she stuck with it, if only because her brother was there beside her. It was always just the two of them, sticking together. If anything, it only brought them closer as siblings, but it gradually became more than the two could handle—especially as her brother was pulled away for things such as gladiator fights. 

Their time together became less and less, which made Myron work even harder in an effort to be able to see her brother more often—but it was only for small portions of time a day.

And then eventually, the day came where she didn’t meet him. He was gone. First, she panicked, asking everyone he could find, but no one had an answer. At first, she feared that he had been killed in a match. In her despair, she began to slip in her duties, earning the ire of her master. 

Finally, a letter came—one she almost didn’t receive. Her brother was alive, adopted by a noble family. He would try his hardest to come back for her, and in the meantime, he encouraged her to escape. That was all the incentive she needed. That night, she plotted her escape, and when midnight fell, she unleashed the monstrous side of herself that she had always hidden for the sake of her brother.

By the time the sun rose, she was far, far away from the estate. She arrived in Delumine that afternoon, deciding that she would live here, making a name for herself in the hopes news would eventually reach her brother and they would reunite as soon as possible.

RP Sample: She didn’t like horses. She was fairly sure they didn’t like her either. They probably saw her as a predator. Might as well have been. Still, her brother was encouraging her, and she didn’t want to let him down. She was probably about eleven—that’s what her brother said, and she believed everything he told her. 

He helped her onto the horse’s back after he’d calmed it down. He always was better around them. The moment she was seated, the horse took off. It was apparently not happy to have a rider as it galloped and bucked, every attempt it could to make the girl fall off. 

Myron’s grip on the reins slipped and the next buck sent her flying. She hit the ground, the air rushing from her lungs. She vaguely heard her brother calling to her, rushing to her side. But her blood was boiling. Her entire frame shook as she rose to her feet, her eyebrow twitching. “You fucking shit!” She hissed. “I’ll fucking kill you!” 

In Character; Canon Character;

Desired Character:Botan

Series:Donten Ni Warau

Age:Around 600 23

Family Status:Middle/Working Class

Job: Teacher in the Church of Delumine

Residence:Cross Street

Personality: 

Botan, is a very straight forward woman, not liking to hide her real motives. Her actions are usually for her own benefit but, they are usually in the benefit of others as well as, she finds it hard to not help others who need her. Botan is also a strong believer in equality, not wanting men to objectify her, claiming that she is not a “prize to be sought.” She is often described as someone with sincere emotions who has a strong conviction and pride in her work.

Botan also prefers quiet atmospheres so she can stop and think clearly without distractions. With this, brings her desire to do her duty- as a Shikigami, it’s her duty to seal the Orochi as quickly as possible. Botan also enjoys her solidarity, not wanting to make too many relationships with people who won’t understand when she leaves, meaning she is often cold unintentionally.

Background: 

Botan has never been human, she is a Shikigami of one of the biggest clans of the East. The only time she is summoned is when the Cursed Orochi is rising back to power however, 300 years ago, the sealing went wrong. The Orochi ate the spell, along with several swords meaning that, sealing it in the future would be impossible.

So, when the Orochi returned 300 years later, Botan was summoned but, she was useless. So, instead of staying in the East, she travelled west in order to find a way to slay the Orochi indefinitely. However, her trip West wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be, for instance, she had no idea of where to start.

However, during her travels, she heard of a place called Delumine where the king was kind, wise and well versed in his mythology. Deciding that that was the best place to start, Botan started to head towards Delumine thinking that she had maybe found the answer she was looking for. But, once she arrived, she heard the news. The King was dead and so was her hope of finding a way to slay the Orochi.

RP Sample: 

Slipping off the saddle, Botan landed on her two feet with a thud in front of the Church. Patting the brown furred horse, tender fingers tied the reigns to the post before she left the streets, entering the grand church. With every step, dark purple eyes scanned the surroundings, seeing the stain glass windows glisten as the rays of sun passed through, illuminating the churches cobbled floors.

The town seemed awfully quiet today, everything that seemed off, screamed “BAD OMEN” to the woman but, this place was beautiful and peaceful. Although, that would mean something bad was surely to happen. Walking up to the front of the Church, she searched for someone to talk to- the pastor maybe? It was silent. No one was there. 

All of a sudden, the woman fell to her knee’s, hands clutching her eyes as the bells chimed hastily. Botan was both confused and concerned. It was no where near the next hour meaning, something must have been happening. Standing up, she continued to cover her ears, running out of the church to find people gathering in the streets. They were talking loudly- enough so that she could hear more clearly. 

They were counting the bells. As the bells continued, the faces of the crowd dropped. They were faces of inconsiderable sadness and depression. What on Earth was going on? Turning frantically, Botan tried to find some sort of clue. Seeing the heralds coming from the Castle, everyone was silenced, as if they were waiting for the official word:

In Character; Canon Character;

Desired Character: Agnes Oblige

Series: Bravely Deafult

Age: 17

Family Status: Noble

Job: Wind Vestal

Residence: The Church of Delumine, for the time being

Personality: Agnes is rather polite, treating almost everyone she comes across kindly. She is a sweet girl, though she is also very determined, and will not let herself be sidetracked. Her goals are clear, and she intends to achieve them. Once her mind is made up, it is difficult to sway her.

She does not request help often, as she does not want to burden others, nor have to carry their burdens. She has a horrible sense of direction, and can also be very oblivious.

Background: Agnes is the vestal of wind, and grew up praying to the crystal as a way to keep the wind. There are four crystals, of earth, wind, fire, and water. There is a separate vestal for each, and Agnes is responsible for tending to the wind one. She grew up sheltered, inside the temple of wind with women who served her. All of those people however, sacrificed themselves to save her when the wind crystal fell to darkness. Looking for a way to restore the crystal, she briefly ventured out, trying to figure out what had changed.

As she had expected, the wind no longer blew in the sandy land of Anchiem that she called home, nor did it blow anywhere else. Upon attempting travel, she learned that the sea had begun to rot as well, meaning that something had happened the the vestal of water. With the crystals going out of control, she knew she had to do something. Learning of a large hole that had opened up in the ground in Nox, she decided to travel their to check it out.

In Character; Canon Character;

Desired Character: Gene Starwind

Series: Outlaw Star

Age: 21

Family Status: Middle/Working class

Job: Business owner of “Starwind Enterprise” based out of his home and Jack-of-all-trades. Prefers working as a bodyguard or temporary farmhand- mostly solo.

Residence: St. Louis Terrace

Personality: 

In most cases, it’s rather easy to judge a book by its cover. Gene’s cover is that of a lazy, hardheaded, gluttonous, lecherous young man that would prefer to dive into a bottle or crack a joke than face reality. Despite what others might think, Gene Starwind is not one of those cases. He’s a hard worker, loyal beyond belief, caring, and always manages to find a silver lining on even the darkest clouds; not to mention the best friend a man could have. Indeed, it’s rather difficult to dislike him, no matter how childish he may first appear. At his age, it would be expected that he has a tendancy to gravitate toward beautful women for more than just chivalry’s sake, but he seems to know his boundaries. What he doesn’t know, however, is the meaning of the word restraint. In whatever Gene does, he gives his all and does whatever it takes to achieve not only the goal, but to find the best outcome.  When it comes to conflict, Gene is tough enough to stand his ground, and wise enough to know when to retreat. He’s able to think on his feet and formulate battle plans that have gotten him out of some serious trouble. He may not always be victorious, but he wears his many scars with pride. Each one represents a time he fought and lived to see another day. Well, that, and the ladies love scars, as he likes to say.  Gene Starwind. He may be far from perfect, and he certainly has fears and regrets like anyone else, but it’s his fiery will and perseverence that will always allow him to live life to the fullest. Despite the turmoil raging around him, he’ll keep his eyes set on tomorrow, because he can’t wait to see what the future holds in store. He is in control of his own destiny, and that’s the only thing he knows for certain.

Background: 

“I’m sorry Gene, but I want you to live.” A young boy was left with those words from a father who gave his life to protect his son. The boy had only just reached the tender age of 13, and he was left with no family, no friends, no one to care for him, and no idea what to do with himself. Naturally he had a past. A decent childhood, even without the influence of motherly love, but the day he lost his father to outlaws was the day his life truly began.  For a time, he lived a reckless life as anyone would have expected of him. The boy grew in size but seemed to shrink emotionally. A teenage Gene spent his time seeking revenge; searching for the men who killed his father and burned down his home and ruined his life. He would have given anything to see them dead just as he’d watched his father die. Endlessly, the boy searched and trained until he finally found them. Two years of his life had gone by filled with nothing but blind hatred, and when he’d finally exacted his revenge, Gene felt… empty. What would he do now that he’d reached his goal? How would he live if he had no purpose? 15 and with blood on his hands, the boy became a man. He admitted his crime to the police; who had agreed to let him off with a warning considering his age and the grave crimes the men had comitted. After that, he dedicated himself to honest work.  He found a place to stay in Nox with a family who agreed to take him in in exchange for his help around the house. Word spread to a few nobles that he’d “taken care of” some murderous criminals and they offered him money in exchange for his protection. When he wasn’t serving as an armed escort, Gene earned money lending his physical skill to farmers in need of temporary assistance during harvest times, store owners that needed an extra set of hands or eyes, loggers and miners looking for an increase in output; indeed, Gene had become a bit of a go-to guy when it came to work. He had no trouble earning money or thanks from the various satisfied employers he’d had over the years, although he was far from becoming famous. Six years after he became a man, Gene was doing rather well for himself. Sure, he was still holed up in Nox in some crap place infested with rats and bugs; but he was proud. He was proud of himself, and he was sure his father and mother were watching over him and smiling at the sight of the man they’d brought into the world.

RP Sample:

”Damn, this guy just won’t give up!” Gene exclaimed, knife drawn as he stood face to face with a would-be thief. The noblewoman stood behind him; well, cowered, really,  As great as it was to have a beautiful woman clinging to him, it was certainly making the fight he was in difficult. Red hair flowed in the breeze as he turned to the noblewoman with a big goofy grin. “Don’t wory babe, I’ve got this guy. He’s nothing but a weasel.” Oh crap, it didn’t look like the ‘weasel’ was too happy with his new nickname. Gene pushed the woman back and dodged his attack, and with a quick stretch of his arm, he sunk his blade deep enough into the guy’s side to put him down long enough for a quick getaway. 

In Character; Canon Character;

Desired Character: Muu Alexius

Series: Magi

Age: 30 years old

Family Status: Noble

Job: Owner of hundreds of acres of farmland.

Residence: Cross Street

Personality: 

Mu is a kind yet protective and brave person who will do anything to see the smiles of others around him. He tends to enjoy being around others and making them happy and goes as far as risking his life for a complete stranger if it meant that he would save them. Despite this, he would kill anyone who approaches his family or anyone he cherishes with no hesitation, and looses his kindness to a serious personality. 

He is often teased due to his half-blood breeding, but he tends to shrug it off or laugh with the others depending who is teasing him. Mu enjoys his life, and wishes that it would remain peaceful. If not, he would do all he could to get it back just as peaceful as it once was. He is a strong person, managing to handle a large amount of people without any fear of them harming him. He will also do all he can to make sure his brethren are getting along, liking the fact that all of his allies should get along.

Mu also talks to people in a proper manner, addressing people with proper manners due to the upbringing that he had near the end of his childhood. Because of this, Muu tends to have more patience with people who don’t have it, and he tends to tell people mean things in a way that makes it lighter on them.

Background:

Mu was born into a poor community with very little knowledge of any of his family existing other than his sister Myron due to them dying whilst he was still just a very young child. His sister was younger than him and was everything that he has in his childhood. He was shunned upon from many people due t the fact that his father wasn’t from these parts, and therefore was labelled as a ‘half breed’ or ‘Mongrel’ within the community.

However Mu lived on and when he was old enough he moved on to do some farm work, needing to bring income into his home- a homeless couple of children. One day though, his prayers must have been answered because he was found by a rather kind noble who owned one of the farms that he worked on, and decided to take them both in, making them into fine people.

Mu continued to work underneath the nobleman and his wife, and decided to continue his hard wok to pay off the lifetime debt that he owed to this friendly couple. His life grew happy but it didn’t seem to last for too long. Mrs Alexius grew rather ill and eventually died, her husband following behind rather shortly due to bereavement. That meant that they left everything in the hands of their adopted children. Mu instantly took on this duty, making sure that he was going to do his very best in managing the house as well as the family and land, earning respect from the people on the way.

RP Sample:

‘The King Is Dead!’

Voices chanted within the streets wit both excitement and anguish, honestly not having a clue which direction to go next. Muu had been caught in such confusion when he was going home from work to return to him family. What happened in the towns and streets were horrifying. People were killing each other, trampling anyone who was in their way, and even smashing up the place. Was the need for a king this desperate? Was it honestly worth becoming this deadly for? Such thoughts ran through Muu’s mind as he thought about which way to go home, deciding to take the back alleys.

When he took the alleys, it seemed that there were people there too wanting to harm him and anyone who grew near to them. He had no choice but to take the country lanes to his home, but in the dark he knew all too well how dangerous it was… But at this point in time it was much more worth it than risking his life to return home to his younger sister.  With one quick turn of his horse’s head, Muu galloped off into the distance, allowing his hands to direct him and his steed to the paths that he wanted to go.

It was dark, so dark that it was impossible to see his hand in front of his eyes, and yet his guts were telling him to keep moving forwards.The heavy pounding of hooves upon hard gravel could be heard as his steed galloped on, feeling the desperation from it’s rider to return home safely.

"—-!"

All of a sudden pain rushed through Muu’s body as he came to a halt, laying upon the cold hard ground motionlessly. Everything moved too fast to even understand what had happened, and it seems that he had now felt himself bleeding from many parts of his body- maybe even feeling some broken bones here and there. Groaning after a few painful moments of laying upon the floor, Mu pushed himself up and felt around for his horse. It was harder to find it than usual, since the visibility was just so poor.

After a few moments of feeling around, Muu managed to place his hand upon the hard hoof of his mount, feeling the other next to it to see if his horse was harmed. As he ran his hands up his fetlock joint and moved up to his knee, the red-haired farmer discovered warmth on the knee.. It was.. wet. Was that blood? Letting out a tut, the male stood up, feeling pain shoot throughout his body. This was the first time he had ever fallen off a horse, and he could honestly say that he didn’t want to ever do it again.

He could feel the horse limping with every step as he lead it, knowing that it was probably unfit to even ride this animal from now on. Frowning to himself, Muu carefully lead the horse in the direction that he was heading,  knowing that his home wasn’t far fro here. He could feel fear run through the reins as the horse tensed as he ventured closer and closer to home, causing Muu to feel uneasy with venturing forth… Was something in the shadows waiting for him? Was he the next victim to this unneeded bloodshed? Who knew? All he knew was that he had a sister to get home to, and right now he was the only thing she had to depend on.

”.. Who’s out there?”

He stopped walking and called into the darkness, standing there in complete silence as he waited for someone to answer. The horse had come to a halt as well, not wanting to move any further. Did the damage on his leg cause this much problems? As he turned to the horse, something made a noise in this distance. Freezing there and then, Muu silently waited for the next noise, praying and hoping that they weren’t out fr him… Now that he had injured himself as well as his horse, he was now an easy target…

In Character; Canon Character;

Desired Character: Minato Arisato

Series: Persona

Age: 16 - 17

Family Status: Middle/Working Class

Job: Blacksmith

Residence: Cross Street

Personality: Minato is rather quiet and reserved, mostly only speaking when he is spoken to. He only motivation to do most things is because it was asked of him, rather than having his own motives. If he sees no reason to decline, he will do it, with little regard to his own health. Overall, he excels at many things. While he works, he often hums quietly or taps in the tune of a song or jingle.

Along with this, he comes off as apathetic, and doesn’t seem to care whether he lives or dies. However, if someone important to him is in danger or facing death, he often will break his cool demeanor in order to protect them from harm.

Background: Minato lost his parents when he was young, in an accident that left him as the sole survivor. After being treated, he was passed along from relative to relative, until he grew into a young man. His uncle, one relative that had taken him in early on, worked as a blacksmith, and taught Minato about forging weapons and crafting until eventually another relative took him in.

After growing up with various other relatives, he came to learn that his uncle had lost most of his money, forcing him to live on the outskirts. He then decided that he would take on the responsibility of owning the Iron Heart Works, and building it’s reputation back up.

After settling in, he got to work quite quickly, reviewing what he already knew, and learning a few new things on his own. Now, all he’s looking for are some people to work alongside. He can’t help but be lonely.

RP Sample: Bam! Minato’s head was pounding..not a good start. Riding horses wasn’t too hard, right? Wrong. As someone who had little to no experience with this sort of thing, he should of known better. Still, being able to ride his uncle’s horse would be useful. He took his time standing back up, brushing off his pants as he did.

In Character; Canon Character;

Desired Character: Lucy Heartfilia

Series: Fairy Tail

Age: 17

Family Status:Noble

Job:pffff what job.

Residence: Praeter in the Heartfilia mansion

Personality: Lucy is a very kind girl with a big heart. She cares greatly for her friends and will do everything she can to make sure that no harm comes to them. Even if it isn’t much, she’ll try her hardest to do whatever she can to help them, no matter what the situation is. She’s very clever and can easily think on her feet to adapt to any situation. She’s a very independent young woman, having chosen to make her own path with her friends, rather than bow to the wishes of her wealthy father.

Lucy is also very courageous. No matter what she encounters, she will face it bravely (though there may be some comedic whining along the way). Even so, she’s very confident in her appearance and is somewhat vain at times. She likes cooking and reading, and of course, shopping. Even though she’s a great writer, she is rather self-conscious about her writing and often considers herself to be “not that good”.

Background: Lucy Heartfilia is the only child of Jude and Layla Heartfilia. The two met when Jude was still young, trying his hardest to make a decent life for himself. He met Layla and the attraction was almost immediate. The way the story used to be told was that it was love at first sight. They were happy together, and slowly Jude began to build a fortune for the two of them. Things were happy for a time. Jude established the Heartfilia Railways, bringing their family even more money. Layla gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and the Heartfilia name prospered. 

But happiness didn’t last for long. Layla grew very ill, her strength slowly leaving her as the years passed. Finally, when Lucy was ten years old, her mother succumbed to her illness and passed away. Jude became colder, shutting his heart away and throwing himself into running his business. Lucy grew up with the mansion staff caring for her, barely seeing her father as she got older. 

This caused a bitter rift between the two of them, and Lucy wanted nothing more than to escape her home, her life of being trapped in her father’s mansion. After all, she knew what fate waited for her—she’d be married off to another wealthy family in an arranged marriage. 

That’s when she began to sneak out of the mansion, dressing as one of the servants. Her father would never know, after all….right?

RP Sample: The news made her blood run cold. Oh, dark times were ahead, weren’t they? She knew exactly what that meant, and it terrified her. Without a doubt her father would try to become king. If not, he’d probably try and marry her off to whoever did become king. It made her sick to her stomach. It wasn’t how she wanted to live at all. She’d rather run away as soon as possible—for good, if she could help it. 

Come to think of it, that sounded like a good plan, didn’t it? Running away, being able to live the way she chose to. She didn’t want to marry someone she didn’t love. She sucked in a breath. These were traitorous thoughts—her father surely wouldn’t be happy to know what she was thinking…and she certainly couldn’t find it in herself to care.

Was it really something she could do? Could she really get away from something like this? She had to wonder, sooner or later her father would find her. If he even paid attention to her…if he didn’t have a suitor, she’d be invisible anyway. 

Perhaps in all the chaos to come, she could slip away, find her own place to live…maybe a job. It’d be tough, without a doubt. She wasn’t used to a life of hard labor.