She looks amazing! The only thing I’d say is be a bit less bold with the whole fencing without hiding the fact that she’s a woman thing because of sexism at the time. I get that there was an actual woman who did that (awesome idea, by the way), but for the sake of this rp, and the fact that she’d probably be recognized by ‘customers’ at the Flower, would you mind being a bit more subtle? Love her tho
I can make her character act more subtle, but we're also taking into account the fact that she ran to a place where people will have probably never heard of her. Also, due to being sort-of on the lam, Nicky would most likely be keeping a somewhat more low profile. Don't worry, she won't be all that open about her fencing habits, acting more ladylike for the sake of the pretense. I can keep her a bit less open about things like that for you, don't worry!
Awesome!
(Btw the title is Les Miz right?)
Eyy yeah
(Yay.)
Les mis is one of my favourites, I couldn’t resist, plus the storyline I based this off didn’t have a title (the storyline was by me)
(Fabs.)
Just a friendly reminder for everyone to have their templates up by the end of the day tomorrow! I think that means Emi and Lotus if I’m not mistaken
I will have my second up by that time
hhhHUuguhuh I WILL I PROMISE
No pressure, I just don’t want this to die before it’s begun
I’m with you there, Topaz! Im excited for this. 😁
Name: Joseph William Allen
Age: 24
Gender: male
Sexuality: straight
Role: Unsavoury man
Appearance: Short, red hair cut close to his head, soft and thinning slightly. No discernible hairline, bushy sideburns fading into light, wispy stubble, more concentrated around his chin, pallid, almost sickly, veined skin dotted with large moles and gaping pores. Watery, washed-out eyes, a pale grey that was once a much more pleasant green but faded over time, short, sparse eyelashes and thinning eyebrows, a more circular face shape as opposed to ovular. Short, 5’5”, average weight, slightly stocky, with small hands and feet. Dirt constantly under his fingernails, red-rimmed, almost bulging eyes, shaky hands, slightly bent posture.
General Attire: Slightly crumpled clothing, usually a few years out of fashion, murky shades of brown and green, colours never completely matching.
Personality: Snappish, easily angered but easily frightened, skittish, goes through sudden mood swings. Lashes out, blames others for things that are wrong with him, a lot of pent up anger that he uses as an excuse for.. well, everything he does. Trusts his gut instinct as opposed to his logic— but that’s not to say that he rushes in to situations blindly, he’s much smarter than that. Doubts and second-guesses everything, has little to no self control.
Flaws: Won’t hesitate to manipulate people to get what he wants, isn’t above bribing, blackmailing, or threatening, a very jumpy and overly anxious person, untrusting and untrustworthy, little to no sense of loyalty, broken moral compass, overly sly, never accepts responsibility for his actions.
Backstory: His father, Lawrence Allen, was a chemist and apothecary, and Joseph grew up working and helping out in the shop. In Victorian England, drugs that we consider harmful and illegal were part of everyday use, whether recreational or potentially dangerous ‘medical’ uses, and it wasn’t difficult for little Joseph to filch a few pills here and there, becoming addicted at a young age. He was aware of the potential dangers, so at first he used them sparingly, but by the time he was nineteen his cravings had surmounted to a need higher than water in his sick mind.
His father had always been a hard man, and his mother withered away into a shadow of herself, meek and almost never talking after the death of her twin brother. Joseph always blamed her for the cruelty of Lawrence and how the neighbourhood children stayed away from him, rendering him lonely and friendless. He was an only child, and when he was old enough, he inherited the family shop. One night after the while street was asleep, when he was under heavy influence of ‘medicine’, his father came downstairs drunk and tried to attack him. A fight ensued, and Joseph came out on top…. with a broken piece of glass stuck in his father’s throat. The deranged man threw the body out onto the street and terrified, hid in his room. The police came the next day, chalked it up to a runaway drunk, and left, leaving Joseph safe, but with an awful, burdening guilt.
Other: Left-handed, always has some sort of addictive substance on him.
We need someone to play the Unsavoury woman, who’s up for it?
We need someone to play the Unsavoury woman, who’s up for it?
(bumps)
(hey i'm back!)
heyo! how'd it go?
we've still got some people who need to post their characters, and an empty slot)
oK so I’m getting started on my guys now
I’ll touch up on them eventually since I am extremely tired and won’t be on tomorrow (because my parents insist that they clean my room for me. Very stupid).
Kk
heyo! how'd it go?
we've still got some people who need to post their characters, and an empty slot)
strengthened my faith, got closer to God, beat everyone but four people in a Foosball tournament- great!
Damn, sounds pretty great!
Thank you!
Name: Ember Weryl Popler
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Role: Postman/Messager
Appearance: Smooth and well kept at the first look. His hair is a shiny blonde like gold itself, that is smoothed back neatly on his head, showing off a nice part to the left and light bangs. It highlights his stringy nose, his wide gray eyes and high cheekbones. 5’7 and medium weight.
General Attire: He was the creator of the “newspaper boy” look. With a custom made hat made from wool, and a neat outfit and bag, he looks ready to take anything on.
Personality: Bright and bubbly and very, very determined to do his job right. Always looking to cheer people up and put a smile on their faces. Always hands out sweets for the younger men and women at the Scarlet Order. Kind and understanding, almost like a counselor-like figure.
Flaws: He is so determined he will not except no as an answer. He will keep pushing himself and others until he gets the outlook, even if it means his own death.
Backstory: A very kind backstory. He grew up with a rich family (hence the custom made things) and was taught to be nice and sweet to others he didn’t know. He met Victorie on the way to a class in the downtown area of the town, and greeted her like any other friend. She offered him a job once the pair got to know each other, after he told her he ran in the business of law and travel. (Hope that’s okay)
Other: Likes to see people smile, likes hugs and playing in dirt.
Name: Remmi Trevil
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Role: Smol Boi Who Just Wants to be Happy
Appearance: Fluttery gray-black hair. His hair is more of a gray color because of how many times he has died it in the past. His roots are a thick black and his hair is generally miskept and messy. Sad droopy face that was handsome. Dull green eyes with more of an oval look to them. More of an hourglass shape, which is pretty rare for men. Fine legs from low metabolism. 6’ and skinny. So skinny, one could see his ribs.
General Attire: Gray rags that hang off of his skinny shoulders. Baggy jeans that he found on the backstreets of a random alley. A small chain necklace that is so tight it could be a choker but isn’t, and tons of Pura Vida bracelets on his wrists and upper arms.
Personality: Soft and insecure, knows when to step away from a conversation. Easily frightened by loud noises and immediate contact by others, no matter the gender. He likes to stay secluded away from their “customers” and does whatever it takes to do so. Just a little squishy boy with a secret positive outlook on everything. He likes to smile and laugh but does so rarely. Shies away from any attempted blow.
Flaws: He is so easily scared he is made fun of very often. Very shy, scares people off from any business on his end. He never makes money, he’s so skittish and nervous.
Backstory: As a smol child, he was physically abused. He was caught trying to tell a random officer on the street, and when his parents got informed, they brushed it off and threw their son out into the street. There he was kidnapped by a mad woman, who stored him away into her cellar and used him for harassment and disgusting inhuman reasons. He fled from her, bloodied, bruised and scarred and absolutely buck naked. He begged on the streets, curling up in a blanket for security until he found clothing. It was at this time he was a teenager, which he found clothing and almost attempted suicide. Until he was found by Victorie herself.
Other: Likes squishy things and warm water.
They looks great, except one question: why did your second boi send a letter to the Scarlet Order for help?