forum The Iron Guard ~3/3, CLOSED~

Started March 25, 2020 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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NAME (FULL): Tarantella "Taran" Hunt
GENDER: Female
AGE: 19
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
OCCUPATION: Martial arts trainer
CODE NAME: Kali
GROUP AFFILIATION: Iron Guard

APPEARANCE:

• General face claim (links only!): Taran
• Height/Weight: 5'6'', and about 98 lb
• Build: She is curvy and slender.
• Skin tone: Her skin is very pale, almost white, and at times makes her look like she's a vampire.
• Face shape: Oval, with delicate, sculptured features
• Hair color: She has long silver hair, dyed of course, but it was originally black.
• Eye color: She has deep gray eyes, which, framed by her long black eyelashes, looks more silver than gray.
• Hair texture: Silky and smooth, when she brushes it.
• Hairstyle/cut: She doesn't take care of her hair, and so it usually sticks up in all directions unless she tames it into a ponytail.
• Facial Hair: N/A
• Noticeable marks: She has a tattoo of a howling wolf on her collarbone, and a tattoo of a serpent weaving around her back and abdomen, all the way to her shoulder, where its head comes out on her left shoulder. She keeps her nails long, and will paint them with black paint.
• Piercings(?): Both her ears are pierced, two on each side.
• Clothing style: She will usually wear sweatpants and t-shirts. She doesn't really try very hard with her dressing, and it shows. She looks like she's in constant disorder and disarray, and can look more like a hurricane than anything else. She doesn't wear fancy clothes if she can help it, but she will change her clothes ever so slightly when she's going out to eat. She always wears stud earrings in both her ears.
• Preferred weapons(?): Her wit and cunning

PERSONALITY:

• Traits: aran is like the weather. She can change in the blink of an eye. She can't control her emotions very well, and is rarely logical, unless she's talking to people who just need to grow up and stop being overly emotional, or stupid. She is kind of arrogant, and hates to talk to new people, or to make friends, and comes across as a very mean, arrogant glacier. But with her friends, she can be a goofball, cracking inappropriate jokes and playing games and being idiots with them. She is extremely loyal, and if someone hurts one of her friends, she gets pissed, and will literally blow apart the world. She has a sharp mind, perfect for pranks, and many people have been at the butt-end of her jokes or pranks. She has a huge playful streak as wide as the ocean, and everyone who knows her well enough is wary of it. She loves to argue, and has fun in debates, and tends to be pretty good in them. She knows exactly what to say to people to make them feel better, or tear them down, and she is a master at bullshitting her way out of things. She is incredibly lazy, and rarely does her homework, until the last minute. She is a terrible procrastinator, and knows it, but doesn't really care anymore.
• Fears: She is afraid someone will break her heart. She is afraid of being weak. She hates being in small spaces, and is deathly afraid of the thought of dying.
• Likes: Coffee, getting up early, watching Netflix, reading sci-fi books, goofing off with her friends, participating in debates, fangirling over boy bands, stalking people on the internet, chocolate
• Dislikes: Talking to new people, being in the spotlight, doing homework, paying for things, not having coffee in the morning, being single, going to school, being around sobbing girls
• Strengths: She learned to fight and dance at a young age, so she's really good at those. She knows exactly what to say to make people do what she wants, and she knows how to stir up a crowd.
• Weaknesses: She hates people. She's very rude to them, which she regrets later.
• Hobbies: Fighting, dancing, drawing, listening to music
• Talents: Fighting, drawing, dancing

BACKGROUND:

• Family: Her older brother Fenrir, and her little sister Victory
• Pets?: N/A
• Social Class: Rich
• Country of Origin: America
• Other: Taran grew up in a pretty rich family. Her dad was the CEO of a pretty big company, and her mom was a popular singer in her youth, until she had her oldest child, Taran's older brother Ferris, and settled down. When Taran was 16 years old, Ferris was 18, and her younger sister Melinda was 14, her parents and her little sister were n their way home from parent-teacher conferences, and were hit by a semi truck. They were killed in the crash. In grief, Ferris went to go enlist in the army, and Taran was sent to live with her aunt and uncle, until she could go to college, and that's what she did. She paid for it easily, because her parents had left a large sum of money for her when they died. Her uncle took charge of her dad's company until Taran came of age. She learned martial arts growing up, and so as a part time job, she works with some kids, to train them. She doesn't really need a job, but she prefers to, because it makes her feel more responsible.

STATS…
(Note, rate these from 1-20)

• Strength: 19
• Speed: 19
• Intelligence: 19
• Wisdom: 12
• Dexterity: 17
• Charisma: 15
• Constitution: 17

"Oh! Covert takes a hit! And he's down! It's another win for the Blazers!" The announcer yelled. The crowd roared.

Taran rolled her eyes. "I don't think that that team realizes that blazer is a type of jacket for men." She stood waiting, ready for the next fight, when his team was called.

It was a nice day, sunny and relatively warm, with a breeze that could be hot one moment and cool the next. The sun shone down on the arena, where the Constance fighters were at it again. People from all over the world came to watch the fights, as it was entertaining and already very famous. The other acts were cool, but the real reason why the people came was for the special event that came next.

"Next, the Nightwalkers verses the Iron Guard! Give it up, ladies and gentlemen, for our teams!"

The crowd screamed. Signs were held up, cheering on Constance City's favorite team, the team with a winning streak a mile wide. They had never lost, ever, to anyone. Peregrine, Kali, and Viper were all the favorites. And although no one knew who they were, they were still the favorites. Fanfictions were written about them, drawings made of them, articles written about them.

Little did they know that the three of them were ordinary college-age kids.

Well, not quite ordinary.

Taran glanced at her teammates. "You guys ready?" She asked them, voice muffled by the mask she wore at all times in the arena. "Remember, we haven't lost yet, and we can't let this be the time when we lose. The Nightwalkers are good, but we're better."

"Yep," Cress replied, and from her voice alone it was clear that she was smiling under her mask. She had daggers everywhere: on her waist, strapped to her wrists, strapped to her calves, strapped to her thighs. It was helpful having hidden weapons to make her seem defenseless if one was taken off her. She also had her bow and a quiver full of arrows attached to her back. "Completely ready."

Jax snorted, smirking under his mask as he looked out at the scene before him. "Please, Kali. These guys won't know what hit 'em." He assured, cracking his knuckles. He made sure to do some arm streatches, getting nimble for the fight. He turned to the two girls, running his fingers through his hair. "Do I look good?" He asked humorously, shooting finger guns at the two.

Cress fake gags, hair tied in a neat bun. People like Viper made her regret liking guys. "Please, Viper. You know for a fact that we can't see you under your mask."

Jax laughed. "Aw, come on! It was a joke!" He nudged her with his elbow, trying to get her to cheer up.

"Are you sure it was a joke?" Taran asked, looking at them and rolling her eyes. "Because I'm pretty sure it wasn't. You'll take any opportunity you can to make people fawn over you. Do you ever give it a break and let other people be hot for once?" She put her hands on her hips, trying to look like a scolding mother, but only succeeded in bursting out laughing.

Jaxxon rolled his eyes, but was still smiling nonetheless. "Only when I sleep." He joked, giving her a sarcastic wink.

"Wait, you sleep? I was sure you were a vampire!" Taran shook her head. "Come on, you idiots. Let's win another match." She motioned to them to follow, and moved into the arena.

Jax followed, head held high as he walked into the arena with the girls.

(sorry i was busy yesterday and completely forgot to reply)

Cress pulled out two of her daggers with a grin under the mask, dual-wielding the weapons. She loved fighting: it gave her an exhilarating rush she couldn't find anywhere else. "Let's do this thing."

(Sorry!)

Taran straightened her shoulders. Fighting was one thing that she absolutely loved, and it helped that her team won every single time. She smirked, cracking her knuckles, and stared at her opponents through narrowed silver eyes. The Nightwalkers, while a fearsome team, were no match for the Iron Guard. They could beat them with their eyes closed.

"In the Nightwalkers, we have the Bandit, the Monster, and the Valet, and in the Iron Guard, we have Peregrine, Kali, and Viper!" The spokesperson seemed to have forgotten that everyone already knew their names. "Don't forget to bid, ladies and gentlemen," he continued. "Who do you think will be the first down? Who do you think will win? Who will be the last standing?"

Taran rolled her eyes. It was always like this. She rolled her shoulders and smirked at the opposing team. "You take Bandit, Peregrine," she said. "Viper, you okay with Monster?"

Jax eyed the one called Monster by the announcer and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, that's cool." He shrugged nonchalantly. "The guy looks like he needs a challenge." He joked. He hoped his friends knew that when he said these things, he usually didn't actually mean them. It was always just to hype himself up for whatever scenario.