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  1. GaH the Person Above You

    @paws4ever Hatched.~ This one please:
  2. Creus and Alcarie 1x1

    OoC: That sounds like a good idea, to color the speech. I'll do it as well if that's okay? BiC: The night had progressed slowly, with the tavern dying down three hours after Kit had taken a seat so that it was only himself and one other man in the main room. Luckily the other man had been nothing more than a bar fly, leaning heavily against the no-doubt sticky counter and ignoring Kit's very existence. The bartender had retired not long after, inquiring if Kit had wanted anything before he followed his wife to bed. Kit had shaken his head and leaned back in his seat, ready to settle in for the long haul. Kit was not a drinker, preferring something mild in a social setting if he was going to drink at all. The tavern, he figured, stocked mediocre alcohol which was likely terrible to the tastebuds anyway. Plus, he needed to keep his wits about him if the mage was in the building. Sighing softly, Kit scanned the nearly empty room, noting the doors that lead into it and that the only exit he could see was within his eyesight. So either the mage would go through a window, in which case he hoped Illium had his nose ready, or would come through here. Or he'd go through a wall, which the very thought of had Kit bristling with unease. Like and apparition. Throughout the night Kit had moved very little, only switching which leg he crossed a few times. It was a skill he'd gained throughout his life, to stay in a single spot and keep watch without losing concentration, falling asleep, or needing to go to the bathroom. Instead he let his mine wonder a bit, picking through scenarios about what could happen to keep himself focused. Usually he had Illium with him though, whose snarky commentary kept him entertained. Kit hoped his faraxal was behaving himself. Huffing, the man shifted a bit to stop the wood of the chair from biting into his lower back. It had felt like hours since he'd sat down, and from the random thumps and grumpy mutters from nearby rooms as well as humming from the kitchens, it appeared morning was getting close. Cocking his head to one side then the other to crack his neck, Kit forced himself to remain loosely sprawled in the chair instead of appearing ready to pounce if his query appeared. To his surprise, the same man he'd thought to be a servant the night before was the first to appear. Now that it was a bit lighter and they were not shrouded in darkness Kit got his first good look at who he was pretty sure was the mage. He was blonde haired and a few inches shorter than Kit himself. From his fairly slim, though athletic, build he would likely be fast if he bolted which meant Kit would probably lose him in the streets. Kit was fast, but that was because he was tall with long legs, but he also had muscle compared to the mage which would slow him. This meant he'd have to get close to him before striking. Keeping himself still for a few extra seconds to see where the mage was going was a good idea as the large, white canine he'd followed the night before appeared as well. It was acting like an overgrown puppy, but something about it seemed a but unnatural; more like an act in a way. Kit figured this was because of its association with the mage. The two headed towards the exit together, as if travelers heading out at dawn instead of a thief and supernatural human. Kit averted his gaze after his initial inspection, not wanting them to catch him eying them. After a moment he gave a soft, theatrical groan and stood with a languid stretch. Pretending not to pay the mage and wolf any attention Kit pulled his cloak tighter around himself as if cold, though it was to conceal his weapons underneath, and wondered towards the bar, thus closer to the exit, stumbling a tiny bit to make it seem he'd spent a night drinking. "Wha' you doin' up this early? Thought I was the only fool 'wake this time of the mornin'." He muttered, keeping his voice bored as if he didn't care whether the mage answered or not. He was simply trying to appear non-threatening for now, wondering how he was going to get past the canine. Perhaps he could get Illium to carefully bite and poison it while he took care of the mage.
  3. Searching for 1x1's

    @Creus It does not matter to me.^^ I left Kit in the bar area so you could choose how/when they meet.
  4. Creus and Alcarie 1x1

    The hunters slow pace began grating on Kit's nerves after only a few blocks, their voices not pitched low to keep their conversation to themselves and intermittent laughs loud enough that anyone not asleep had the ability to hear them if they were outside their homes. Amateurs. The man following quietly behind wondered how long these specific hunters had been among the ranks if they were still so unprofessional, not even looking to the shadows or have at least one hand near a weapon. Did they not know how dangerous supernaturals were? More-less a human one who had the smarts of people? Perhaps they were out so late on guard duty because their betters realized they were as stupid as they were? Kit hoped so. He also hoped some marauding supernatural would attack them one day to open their eyes to what they were actually protecting humans from. Had he or any of his brothers been as lax and careless as these hunters Andon would have whipped them bloody. As his attention moved from the hunters to the surrounding area to be sure no one was following him, Kit felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as the instinctual feeling of being prey overcame him. Being someone who'd had the 'flight' reflex taught out of him, Kit focused on making sure his posture and expression stayed neutral so whoever, or whatever, was nearby didn't realize he knew they were there. He didn't want to spook it into attacking, because though he was a fighter, going against something or someone unknown wasn't something he particularly wanted to do in this neighborhood when there was a mage nearby. It could be the supernatural human or one of his lackey's. Though the hunters ahead of them, though lousy, would prove useful. Tilting his head to the side as if observing the houses nearby, Kit places his right hand in his cloaks pocket as if resting it there, carefree, fingers skimming the sharp dagger strategically placed inside in a custom sheath. His outfit consisted of a white linen shirt with dark blue and golden patterning along the deep set collar and thick black pants that were just baggy enough around the legs to conceal things in multiple functional pockets, but not so much as to get caught on things. A black leather doublet of worn, thus flexible, leather was strapped with silver buckles over his torso so offer protection as well as maneuverability while a utility brown belt was buckled at his waist where his main "attack" blade, a well-used sabre, sat. A long dagger at the small of his back and a second dagger the opposite of the sabre completed his larger blade collection alongside the hidden one in his cloak. Other, smaller, knives were hidden along his person in other locations that were easy for his to reach but hard for others. Over top everything else to hide what he was carrying was a black, wool cloak. A wide brimmed hood hid his face as well as Illium if the faraxal was on his shoulder when pulled up, but dangled loosely enough when down that Illium could use it as a nest to hide when in public. It reached just below his calves and was tight enough when strapped to not billow out when walking or on horseback. From the shadows of one of the walls gleamed twin golden eyes, a predators eyes, from behind the crates. Kit took in as much of what he was seeing in a glance, not wanting it to know he'd seen it. From what he could tell it was large and at least partially white, more-likely a canine of some sort. He wished he had Illium with him, the faraxal as good as a hunting dog when it came to scent. Instead of sticking around, Kit followed the hunters another block before cutting through a dank and musty alleyway. The hunters, at their pace, would never find the mage in time so he figured his best bet was to find Illium and see about tracking the damnable mage himself to get the jewel. It was not a prospect he was looking forward to. Kit figured stealth would be needed, a quick kill before the mage realized what was going on. Yet Kit was seasoned enough to know it would not be that simple, it never was with magic users, and began constructing scenarios and counter-plans as he backtracked to where he left Illium. The small faraxal chittered unhappily when he saw his human, scrambling to his usual resting place. "Did the hunter's find them?" Illium asked, fangs flashing in the slight moonlight. Kit shook his head and pulled his hood up, making his way back to the entrance of the rich area of town. In all likely hood the mage would be long gone form the area, in particular with the hunters making a fuss. Grumbling, Illium shifted to see better, whiskers twitching as his beady red eyes peered out from underneath the fabric. Kit gently pushed him back, not wanting anyone who could possibly be looking to see his companion. "There's something else here though. Something predatory from the looks of it. You scent anything?" Kit asked, picking his way carefully around the walls and houses while using alleys and back roads as much as possible. Illium sniffed, nose wrinkled. The two exited the area of nobles and back to the commoners streets. It was past moonhigh and Kit figured the mage would return to his 'lair' for the time being, or he'd just leave town. Neither gave Kit much time, in particular in a town where he had no birdie's or contacts to pass on information. Taverns and inns would be his best bet to start searching, as he hoped a mage would stick out enough someone would get suspicious. Illium snuffled then went rigid, quills along his back rising enough that Kit could feel the cloaks fabric contorting. "Whats wrong?" Kit hissed, quickly looking around for either a enemy or someplace to hide. "Something passed through here, something with a hint of magic. It reeks!" Nose wrinkling in disgust, Illium tried to move back into the cloak as if to escape the smell. "It smells like magic, earth, blood, and dog! No...not like dog. Something wilder: wolf." Kit straightened a bit and lengthened his stride, following Illium's directions and ignoring his complaints. What he had seen behind the crates, though he had not gotten a good look, could have very easily been a wolf. And a wolf that smelled faintly of magic? In a city? Perhaps it was the mages companion? From what he'd heard they'd keep such beasts. As wild and unpredictable as a magic user, a wolf. "Stop here. If I can smell the wolf then likely he can smell me as well." Ahead stood an inn surrounded by homes and shops, the stable beside of it smelling strongly of horse; at least to Kit's human nose. He hoped might block his and Illium's scent from whatever was inside. "The wolf might smell you on me and alert the mage, if it is his companion. Neither of us will be able to sneak in if that's the case." Lips pursing, Kit looked around carefully, contemplating his options. "I'll go in by myself, you hide in the stable with the horses. The wolf might smell you on me, but it nor his owner has any proof that I mean them harm. I'll inquire around a bit, make sure who we're looking for is even inside. If so, the mage has to come out in the open at some point." Illium huffed but leapt from his shoulder and made his way to the stable, pausing by a stack of musty hay to roll in and try and hide his scent a bit more. Kit watched before making his way to the inn, nodding to a patron who was smoking outside and tightening his cloak tighter around his shoulders as if cold. Once inside the main room he greeted one of the servants with a pleasant, though bland smile. She pointed him to an adjacent room where a bar sat after he inquired about someplace to get a drink. Inside was warm and the light from the fires dim, low enough he could sit in a corner and observe while waiting for a server. No one seemed twitchy nor was there any chatter from the few patrons up this late at night about mages or wolves. So he sat back to get a bit more comfortable and waited. OoC: Do you want me to color code Kit and Illium as well? Would it makes things easier?
  5. Searching for 1x1's

    I figure we can both control the hunters.^^ Though, if we come up with a hunter character we like and would prefer to be the only one to control that's fine as well!
  6. Searching for 1x1's

    Yeah, I wasnt sure how you wanted our characters to meet or how the hunters handled the situation since your character had already left the mansion. So it was mostly guess work at 2am (here anyway). XD But your plan sounds good!
  7. Creus and Alcarie 1x1

    OoC: @Creus I don't know why this post was fighting me so bad...but here it is finally! If there's anything you'd like changed (or if I messed something up, which is possible) please let me know and I'll change it. BiC: The gates at the eastern side of the town loomed high above, though the walls to the side were crumbling away. To someone who'd never been in the area it was a dismal, almost pathetic sight. The gates were high and elaborate, a façade, whereas the true defenses of the city, the stone walls, were falling away and easily scaled. Kit pulled his horse to a stop just outside the open gates, black eyes narrowed and lips pulled into a scowl. If this was how these people defended themselves then they deserved being robbed and murdered. There was a bored looking guard letting the last few stragglers of the night in, but was vetting no one. Tugging Veillantif's, his large black mares, reigns Kit followed the slow processions of people into the city. To a man from further up north, the city was plain and displeasing. People were shutting windows and locking doors as the night fell upon them, their sunken eyes twitchy and nerves frayed. To someone in his profession these were clear signs of people who felt under constant threat, likely from crooks, thiefs, and the like. It meant he'd need to watch his pockets carefully. Veillantif snorted and tossed her head as a dog darted in her path, one large hoof pawing the ground; though she gave no other hint of her annoyance. She was well trained, as were all of the mounts used by the bratva. Their horses were another weapon in their arsenal, trained to bite, kick, or plow over anyone if given the command, as well as stomp on anyone who got to close to them or the saddlebags they carried. Kit almost felt sorry for any pickpocket who got the wrong idea about his well used but clearly expensive bags. If he didn't catch them in the act and put a stop to it with one of the wicked little blades in his sleeves, then Veillantif's teeth and hooves would. The mare wasn't known to be 'gentle'. Patting his horses neck, Kit urged her forward again, towards the south side of the city where his sources had told him his mark was located. The birdie, another name for sources, had been detailed in his description and the map Kit had drawn in his head kept him straight. In this part of the town people took one look at him, a large man dressed in black with scars and obvious (and not so obvious) weapons on an expensive horse with an expensive cloak, and quickly looked away. The further Kit rode into the city the darker and danker it became, however. This was obviously the poorer part of town, with groups of street-rats and men who felt they ruled streets and sections huddled along the walls and in doorways. Some buildings were well lit and yells and drunken songs poured from the taverns. To Kit it appeared no respectable person was on the streets here at this time of night. Which, in retrospect, was wise of them. He knew people like this, had associated and infiltrated them before. Yet he also knew he was no better then them; just very different. These street-rats and low life thugs either could not do better or chose not to do better, had possibly been born to this life through low-class mothers or dead-beats fathers. Kit would not judge them whatever the circumstances. He'd just been lucky enough to have been born among those who did the same as these people, but had perfected it. However, if one of these men thought themselves above him and attempted to rob or kill for his possessions he'd feel no remorse in doing what had to be done. Be it maim them, because he would not stand the slight, or outright kill them. Being someone who fought and killed often, Kit felt sure a low life such as these would be little to no problem. And if more then one thought to take a chance? Well Veillantif, though simply a horse, was almost as good as a solider herself and he always had Illium. Whiskers brushed against his neck as the little faraxal slipped from the nest he'd made in Kit's downed hood and perched along the humans shoulders. Illium's lips pulled back in a disgusted snarl, revealing sharp fangs which could pump venom into anyone he bit. Beady red eyes stared around their surrounding, little claws digging into Kit's shoulders. "This mark of De'Foix's had better be worth our time. This two week ride south has been taxing enough, without slumming through this disgusting place and actually taking care of our purpose." Illium's voice was high pitched and reedy, though obviously aggravated. The faraxal was not a fan of anyone place or anyone new; something he and his human agreed on. Kit had come across Illium some years ago after infiltrating a ring of traders who'd stolen some items from someone very wealthy. The faraxal had been younger then, smaller, and the vibrant blue stripes through his fur dull with mistreatment. His attitude, however, had not been exhausted. Though not one who particularly liked anything that had to do with supernaturals, Kit had taken an instant liking to the fiery Illium and freed him. With nowhere to go and a sense of debt, Illium had followed Kit for a few months before the two had decided upon a partnership. Illium helped Kit with his job, and in return Kit kept the faraxal warm, fed, and away from supernatural collectors or hunters. "From what De'Foix has told us, and if the rumors are to be true, then this mission will be well worth our time. He's offered a very pretty sum of gold for it's arrival. And if he does not pay up we sell the trinket to the next highest bidder. I'm sure some fools will pay handsomely for a 'magical object.'" Kit snorted derisively, skin prickling at the thought of magic and people attempt to harness it. They were abominations outside the laws of nature who were playing with things they could not understand and had no business trying to utilize. Any human supernatural could burn upon the stake for all he cared. But the trinket they were after for De'Foix, though magic in nature, would grant Kit a large sum of gold - so he'd agreed to take on the job. The bratva had been rumored to be capable at pulling off almost anything, and Kit did not want to disappoint his father by failing in a task as simple as stealing a necklace from a posh noble lady. Andon did not take failure well, all the brother had the scars to prove it; though it only spurred them on the be better and overcome their weaknesses. Illium only grumbled and flicked his thin tail, eyes on their surroundings. Soon, though not soon enough as far as Kit was concerned, the slums turned into middle class lodgings then into the area for the rich. From the intelligence gathered by his birdie there were guards here on rotation as well as guard dogs. The men he could slip around or simply dispatch, but the dog was a cause for pause. Stopping Veillantif outside one of the better looking inns just outside the first set of guards, Kit dismounted and gathered what he'd be needing form his saddlebags. Giving a soft whistle, Kit eyed the young stablehand who was wearily approaching. The boy was unwashed and had hay sticking from his mop of blonde hair, but was keen eyed and sturdy for his age. "Don't unsaddle her, but give her rub down where you can reach, clean her hooves, and feed her. And keep her at the ready, I'm in town for a brief while on important business." The stablehand was clearly ready to ask question, uneasy, but the flash of a silver coin in Kit's fingers had him pausing and eyeing it hungrily instead. "You do as I say, and keep quiet about whose horse this is, and there's another one upon my return." Flicking the coin to the boy, who caught it eagerly, Kit stroked Veillantif's neck and handed the boy her reins so she knew she could trust him. "Careful to, she's mean." With that Kit strolled into a nearby alley to appear he was going the opposite direction he was planning. Pulling his hood up over top of his shoulders and Illium, Kit used his full black outfit to blend into the shadows more easily. The first few sets of guards into the rich district were easily bypassed at rotations shifts and the guards obvious boredom. The deeper into the city he went, however, the more planning and careful execution it took. Though Kit was no master thief because he preferred face-to-face altercations, he'd learned enough from his elder brother Ilia to know how to slink around even with his large, bulky, frame. His strength aided him when he needed to scale walls or perform longer or higher jumps, but he'd never learned to be completely silent on his feet or pick complicated locks. When stealth was needed, a different brother was chosen. However, Kit had just return from a simple mercenary call when De'Foix had asked Andon for help and all the others had been occupied. So here he was, attempting to slip past yet another two guards with little grace. Illium hissed in his ear suddenly, causing Kit to instantly stiffen up and fling himself backwards into a small alcove in one of the large stone walls that partitioned two properties. Luckily for him the rich loved their flowers and plants, and this particular wall was covered in bougainvillea flowers, their thick, intertwining vines and copious flowers hiding him from prying eyes. Seconds later voices could be heard as three men walked past, their distinctive uniforms settling them apart from the regular guards. Illium was bristling, clearly enraged at seeing hunters this close. They were well known to hunt down and kill supernatural creatures, and were good at their jobs. With the general public's fondness of them, though they did not know the truth, hunters were a common sight and were gaining power. Kit had no problem with them in particular, except that Illium would be on their radar and prosecuted. Waiting until the voices were gone, and a little extra time just to be safe, Kit slipped from his hiding place and carefully looked around. Not far off sat the house he'd been told about, with its balconies and obvious wealth. Carefully dodging another set of patrolling guards, Kit hopped the back wall of the house, eying for any easy ways into the mansion. Balconies seemed the easiest, if he was as good a wall scaler as some of the thiefs in the families anyway. He knew, however, he was not and would likely fall form his perch before reaching them, and if not someone would see his clumsy attempt and call a guard. Lips pursing, Kit figured there'd be servant entrances as well he could scope out and get through. His birdie had mentioned that the necklace was either on the woman or close by, possibly on a table or vanity if she was asleep. He could slip into the room and take it, trying to keep quiet (once he found a way in), or he could be smart and utilize the faraxal he kept properly fed. "Time to earn your keep." He murmured softly to Illium from the inside base of the wall, dark eyes scanning the undergrowth carefully. Were were the dogs? Surely they had them, if the wealth of these people were to the believed. He'd checked before jumping down into the yard, but had seen nothing, nor were any after him now even though he'd been on the property for some minutes. "Don't be seen, get the necklace, and don't bite anyone. There's hunters here." Illium dug his claws into Kit's shoulders in retaliation for being ordered around. But the faraxal enjoyed the thrill of danger, though he'd never admit it, and bounded from his human perch. Sniffing haughtily, Illium scampered into the undergrowth, nearly gagging at the pungent scent of canine, and scrabbled up to the mansions exteriors wall without a hitch. His small body was dark silver, and though his stripes were bright blue he was able to blend into the darkness easily enough. Plus, his small size meant anyone not specifically looking for him would think he was nothing but a common pest; such as a raccoon. Gripping the vines that covered the wall, Illium huffed softly to himself and began trekking swiftly up the wall, making sure to keep to the shadows of the leaves. It was easy enough, though he was not looking forward to the downward climb with the necklace. Slipping in through a half opened window that was allowing some airflow, Illium scanned the empty, dark room carefully before dropping onto the floor. It appeared to be a guest bedroom reserved for important people if the frills and gaudy knickknacks were to the believed. He was close though to his destination. The hallway was empty as well, though there was the pattering of feet in the adjacent bedroom, as well as the thick smell of cologne. Humans. The faraxal thought sarcastically, scuttling past the door and down into another hallway. This one as well as empty, as were all the rooms. Giving an annoyed hiss, Illium turned into a another hallway with a growl. How many rooms did one family need? As soon as he was halfway into the hall one of the doors began opening, causing Illium to make a hasty retreat into one of the nooks in the hall where he ducked behind some old books. Peeking his head up, Illium watched as a young, blonde man exited the room and seemingly locked the door with nothing but a look. Instantly on alert, Illium sniffed the air carefully and barely contained a sneeze at what he found. Magic, and a lot of it. Most was from the man, a distinctive scent of a mage who'd just used his gift. Under that was something else, something colder and less distinctive; smelling of earth and power. The necklace! By the time Illium realized what was going on the mage was gone. "Little scite!" He hissed, bolting from the nook and back to the opened window. Making a much less graceful scale-down, Illium sniffed the air again for any sign of the mage or the dogs before making his way back to Kit. The human was almost where he'd left him, though under a different tree to get deeper into the shadows. "Someone passed by here a minute again." Kit explained as soon as he noticed an Illium shaped lump coming through the shadows. "Did you get the necklace?" He asked, bending down to better look at Illium. Not seeing it, Kit furrowed his brow and looked more carefully over the faraxal to make sure he was not injured. Illium gave an impatient chitter, snapping at Kit's questing fingers. "No I didn't get it! That hell-spawn you saw had already gotten there and taken it!" Illium snapped, clawing his way up Kit's body to get onto his shoulders. "He's a mage!" Kit jerked his head around to stare at the spot where the man he'd barely seen had disappeared off to. At the time Kit had thought nothing of him, figuring he was a slave boy outside to either meet up with a wench or for other personal reasons. The mage part also explained the dogs though. Who knew what else this mage could do? Cursing, Kit hopped back over the fence and attempted to locate the mage, but found no trace. "I say we kill him." Illium growled, clearly irritated at having put so much effort into this heist only to be foiled by a human supernatural. "I don't want to go against a mage who I don't know without backup." Kit argued, voice tight and controlled. He'd like to kill him to just on principle. "We'll just have the hunters do it for us." Turning, the man returned to the wall of bougainvillea quietly and placed the faraxal back in the nook they'd hidden in earlier. "You cannot be seen with me." Once he was sure his companion was well hidden, Kit begun following the route the hunters he'd seen earlier had taken. It took him a minute to come up on them, and as he did he returned his hood to obscure his face. "Excuse me, gentlemen." The three hunters turned, all their hands going to the swords at their waist. "I'm a cousin just visiting." He explained quickly, hands falling open in a peaceful gesture. He attempted a worried smile, head tilting to the side. "I was just worried, you see! I'd seen a man enter the neighboring house from my balcony wearing a cloak. He appeared to be using magic to get inside. I'm worried about my cousins estate with a supernatural so close." The three hunters appeared to believe him, the one who looked to be the leader appeasing Kit with the promise to check it out. The leader sent one of the men back for reinforcements, just in case, while Kit pointed out where he'd seen this all happen. While lying through his teeth, Kit gave gave them directions to the mansion he'd just tried to rob, adding a hint of hysteria to his voice to add to the charade while also masking his voice. Once the two hunters bid him farewell and went to go investigate, Kit followed along at a slower pace, intending to keep watch for any opportunity he have of stealing the necklace back.
  8. Searching for 1x1's

    I could have swore I replied to this, oops! Anyway, I really like the idea of Blitz being able to communicate this way. It's fascinating.
  9. Searching for 1x1's

    I'm working on formulating a reply now.^^ It probably won't be up till tomorrow though...sorry! I'm trying to clean out my apartment, to move out, which should be done by Sunday, so after that i'll be much more reliable.
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    Sorry about the late reply! That government type works fine with me, I'm not to picky. Perhaps we can start about where we talked about earlier? Where your mage beats Kit to the jewel/money/thing (you can pick out whatever it is if you'd like)? Would this work? And would you like to start, or would prefer for me to start?
  11. Creus and Alcarie 1x1

    This is a 1x1 between Creus and myself only. Creus, the mage thief, and Kit, a member of the murderous Belotsarsk Bratva, are forced to go on the run after a being targeted by the Hunters for being accused of being non-human. Neither are a fan of one another after their first run in, but now, with the Hunter's breathing down their necks, it them against what feels like the world. Creus' Character - Creus Aurinko Alcarie's Character - Gideon Savenkov
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    That bio is fine.^^ I'll just make my character using the same format so it'll be easier and you don't have to make a new one. If it's alright, I'll go ahead and make a new thread and add my character to it.
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    I understand a hectic schedule.~ Don't worry about replying if you don't feel like it or whatnot. Eh, a thread should work fine if that's okay. They load a lot faster on my crappy wifi. Are you going to use the bio you've already created for your mage? If so, would you like me to follow that format for my character? I'll start working on him today so that'll hopefully be ready by tomorrow.
  14. Searching for 1x1's

    Yeah, I figured the hunters lie about their true intentions and motivations so that their seen more as guardians to the commoners. White knights sound good.~ As for the characters, the first two are two separate people and two of my favorites so I couldn't combine them - if that makes sense? I think in terms of this roleplay the first one's weariness of mages would make things more complicated and thus interesting. So I think I'll go with him if that works for you. Would you prefer to roleplay on a thread or through PM's?
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    All of that sounds perfectly okay to me.~ Illium is basically a grumpy old man in a ferret-things body, so it'll be interesting to see how he interacts with your characters side-kick/pet; he'll hate your mage though just because he hates most everyone. But yeah, I like the idea that their affection for their sidekicks/pets is something that could bring them together. Plus it adds other plot things into the mix.^^ That works fine, I wasn't sure how you'd prefer the first meeting to go which works for your character. I do like this idea better though (kinda reminds me of the beginning of an action-comedy movie XD). To make it work for my character as well, perhaps the hunter's are a bit well thought of throughout the common people? That way since they've labelled my character a non-human he cannot go back to his family - which is what he'd have done otherwise and left your mage to fend for himself. I've come up with three characters who would work for this roleplay, each alike in some ways (their siblings), but different in others. From these general descriptions, which would you prefer me to use? I like all of them equally so... 1. Extremely gruff and alpha male. Tends to not play well with those outside of his family and has serious trust issues. However, if you gain his trust he's still a bit gruff but much more willing to listen and bend. He might even crack a smile once in a blue-moon. If you are able to gain his affection (not necessarily romantic) he's a bit more easy-going, and will show a softer side that he so rarely uses he'll almost be awkward and bashful. Don't expect this anytime soon...in terms of skills he's best with hand-to-hand combat and knife-work; not so much long range weapons or swords. He's cunning and sometimes cruel to get what he wants. He's extremely leery about 'magical' people, and in a way fears and dislikes them. 2. Sarcastic and a loose cannon describe this guy. He's talkative, but rarely says anything that could condemn him, charismatic, charming, and a bit of a little sh*t. He's the families wild-card because he's hard to pin-down. He might make you think he's your best friend then stab you in the back with a smile. Not that he necessarily happy about killing, but he does like to win. He may also make you think he trusts you, but he tends to keep his trust and his heart to himself. All-in-all, don't believe in your first impression of him and don't be surprised if he turns on you. His skills include grifting (or becoming 'someone else' both physically and sometimes mentally to get inside somewhere, information, ect.), and hand-to-hand combat; though not as good at this as the first guy). This one ends things usually through cunning, assassination, and words rather than physical violence. He does not particularly have any feelings about 'magical' people one way or the other. 3. Calm, cool, collected, and a bit emotionless. Trying to get inside this guys head or see through his outward façade is like hitting a brick wall. He's got serious trust issues, even with his own family, and keeps most of himself locked away so he won't get hurt. He knows his squishy parts (heart included) are much more vulnerable than his siblings and he's not great at picking himself up. Thus, he figures if he keeps it all locked away then he'll be okay. He's done this for so long (he's the oldest of the three here) that in some ways he's forgotten what it feels like to really feel. He's the most calculated and methodical, and also the book smartest of the three; though his street-smart could use work. He'll make a kill quickly and efficiently and not care whose collateral. He's good with swords and knives, and an okay shot with a bow. He knows how to defend himself in hand-to-hand combat, but he's not great at it and should not rely on this. Like his first brother, he's not a fan of mages and whatnot.
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