|: ғeѕтerѕoυl :|: steampunk/dark magic :|: NOW ACCEPTING :|

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((Haha, very interesting character. Accepted C:
We should be able to start when a few more people join.))

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:| username |:

Swallow. Feel free to call me Swall however.

:| nickname |:

Swall. Whatever really, i don't mind.

:| activity |:

Well, I am on everyday, for several hours but I may not be able to post everyday. I'll do my best to post, but sometimes I lack muse and the computer is taken, so I am forced to my Ipad. Anyway, I am not a fast typer and I lack inspiration and motivation, but I will do my best.

:| other |:

Nothing, I don't think.

:| full name |:

Allihceei Hanoun Efreean Cumberoui Mentraah. ALL-EE-S-EE-I & HAN-OON & EF-REE-N & CUMB-EROOI & MENT-RAWR

:| gender |:

Clearly she is a lady

:| age |:

She is nineteen almost twenty

:| status |:

Curretly she is being held captive by Damien Scarrow

:| appearance |:

Emotive eyes of a colour so pacific blue, an iris of pure and lustful sapphire and flecks turquoise show all emotions that lead to her soul, and when at her most devious and deceitful and light up like a solar system of blue stars that glitter and are most radiant at night, when the moonlight’s chaste emission shines down and filters through clouds to reach her face and grant more than pools of colour, a full view of feelings and a whole story that is to end in an unknown path of fate, complemented by long and graceful eye-lashed that are accented by a rimming of black mascara giving to an almost innocent appearance that could fool a man without a word being spoken, and striking blonde hair, almost considered as light as a star in a galaxy, with highlights of fair brown streaks and under layers of a pale brown as sun rarely ever reaches the very bottom layer of thick locks of gold and curls of bronze that falls freely and nicely to halfway down her back, thickness fading as it reaches the ends which is sometimes tied pack with wavy strands escaping the bob and falling over her eyes wildly, her side fringe almost always over one eye or the other, and greatly accented by thin eye brows that arch over her eyes of sparkling, dancing and flickering blue like mentioned only a short while ago, but are thicker than most and a smile of a sealed promise, and devious smirk or a grin of humour hidden in the very corner of lips, often said to be as red as roses those of which accent her entire face. Her face is a heart shaped figure, thin with slightly and naturally raised cheek bones that makes a bright and smooth appearance that is figured nicely, and unique to. Long, elegant neck makes her posture to be nicely held, and a relaxed pose with good shoulder length adds to her very and naturally thin torso, as it looks as almost unhealthy, even though she thinks there is much more weight to loose, and if she does, there will be nothing left of her. An athletic build, this could be described as, she does do many sports such as running, football and gymnastics, and at one point found herself in the school cheerleading team, cartwheeling until her legs became numb and weak. Her build is curvy and at a modest height of 5’’6, under an average height. This girl’s fingers are nimble and always find their own job such as playing with her hair, tapping, writing, painting or doodling, anything that can distract her brain from the harsh world that occasionally bore her. Her legs are long and thin, her calves well rounded and small feet. This girl has no real clothing style, it is just clothes that she pulls out of her closet and it just happens to look good on her. Anything goes, anything fits is something what this young girl says when she puts something on and makes her own style. However, if she had a set name to her clothes it will probably fit with 'tomboy', 'streetwise' and almost always wears her purple or red converse. Her frequently worn accessories are her Pandora bracelet, the only thing she has from her mom and dad, and her black and silver wrist bands and bracelets scattered around her wrists, even on both sides. Now, her clothing also reflects on her personality at the moment in time, or her emotions and it just adds to her unique style of dressing. Her outfits are mostly in style, and casual long White tops and trendy denim shorts and a cool bag. Alice has four distinct scars dotted around her body. One; her first scar was received when she was seven years old, two days before her eighth birthday when playing football. It was when she was tackled by another player, and tripped over his foot smacking her chin straight into the concrete. She was sent to hospital, her fellow players hoping that she would be able to play next week's game! Two; now the next scar she got was also playing football when she was nine, however a different story. She had been placed in attack and ran up into the box for a header. Another player crossed the ball into Farren's direction and while jumping, just above her right eye cut on the post. Three and four; Yet both of these scars were received on a different period in time but both from her skateboard. The first was when she was eleven she fell off it doing a grind, and cut her knee leaving a scar. The next time was when she was about a month before her twelfth birthday and she fell off her board when failing a kick flip, leaving a scar on her left wrist.

:| personality |:

With a charm as sweet as a venomous snake, and a two sided personality Farren is often known for not so unnoticeable mood swings. At one moment, Alice may be a shy, reserved type of girl but the next moment she can be a great fire-cracker. It depends who you are and where you are and the currently mood of the moment. With a large group of people Alice is not normally the one of get stuck in, no matte what side of her's you are on, she will often be distracted by something a such as a leaf blowing in the wind out side of the window. She gets distracted very easy, like explained just before and called sometimes to have an attention span of a gold fish. With a large love of animals, her partner is her best friend. Of all size, colour and breed she will take on any to have an unconquerable bond between both animal and master. Alice has always been a relentless tomboy, hanging with the guys ever since she could remember. Sport and soccer have always been a big imput in her life; she trained for five days a week, a match on saturday and a rest of sunday. Cross country and Cricket games also were added, her fitness for soccer increasing by the week. Sport was the only place she could be herself, she often just simply kicked a ball around the garden or play soccer with the guys and school. It became so regular it was a part of her for a long time. Nature is something that she lived around; most of her childhood days were spent there no matter what the elements threw at her. Two boys lived on her street and she often had a special affection for both of them, even dispite that they were around two years older that herself. Alice collected nature books, taking strolls with her thoughts in the woods, she often did that to dwell on the bad time even if she did not want to recount a bad day. Alice can often be found as deciving and sarcastic yet all with good heart. Humor is something that she loves to spread around her friends and earnt the title as the 'Clown of the ground'. She made people laugh often, trying to simply cheer them up when they are down. Spirit is something that never runs scarce in the heart and soul of this young fire-cracker. Most things what she does is often tried to be done with a positive attitude, though these small imputs are not always succsessful. There are times that she is blissfully exited and almost so bubbly it is impossible to burst her good spirits but other times she can be known as a rash person with a firey temper; someone that she does not want to become. Mood swings are often common with Alice, one moment she may be a very quiet and reserved person and the next minute she will be a bubbly girl, almost a different person sometimes. Her mood is very tempermental, she could swing from mood to mood over fifty times a day sometimes. With friends, she is normally the bubbly Alice that they would know, but with strangers she will be shy, often staying at the back of the group, just simply following them about. As a general person, Alice is a well mannered and kind person who just wants the best of life, even that may not fall upon her. Truthfully, she has grown out of her mood swings now and she very shy and sensible. She loves to have a laugh however and she loves to sing and dance. Alice however, was traumatized by the event she witnessed her mother's and father's death and is very scared of many things now, and rarely speaks. Her thrust is scarred and she will never be able to heal. Someday, if she is broken out, there is a possiblity that she could return to the true personality mentioned, but for now, she is still a scared, frightened type of girl.

:| history |:

Most of her history is unknown, but she came from a poor and large family. She had a brother and six sisters. She remembers non of them apart from the eldest, her brother, who was brought in here with her. When she was sixteen, she was trying to find her boots when she heard a gun shot. She looked through the gap in the door and witnessed a brutal fight between her father and a heavily burnt and scarred man. Another man, who was around the height of six foot seven approached him and pulled a trigger. Her mother then kicked out rapidly before she was beaten brutally which signalled her death. They walked out of the house, then set it on fire. She managed to get out but she was burned and scarred. A large scar from her neck to stomach pierces her pale skin. She never tells anyone about this. For rehabilitation, she learnt mechanics and chemistry, and prooved to be a fast learner on those subjects. However, when she was eighteen she was stolen with her brother, and ended up under the captivity of Damien Scarrow.

:| talents |:

Alice is skilled in many different areas, such as sport, but she rarely practices it anymore, and in solitary isolation, under the captivity of Damien Scarrow, it is fultile to even get her hands on a ball or a pair of trainers. However, Alice is skilled at chemistry and mechanics, and loves machines. This is a trait she shares with Damien Scarrow, her captive.

:| quirks |:

Truthfully, Alice is not the brightest crayon in the box, but she is skilled at several things. General logic is not her best strong point, and she lacks in common sense, but it doesn't mean she cannot tell the basics of a situation. Alice is defiantly not the athlete she was three years ago, and she has lacked in physical strength since the trumatization of the witness of her mother's and father's brutal assasination. Alice forgets a few things, and because of this, she thought Damien was an ally. She was compelled to think that she was in a hospital, because she was hurt.

:| fears |:

Alice Mentraah has a great fear of blood and animals, and hates physical pain. Alice has a fear of heights. Many of these can send her into a type of fit, and many things scare her. Even things such as the sight of grave, it sends her into this mental attack. Alice is mentally weak.

:| other |:

Nothing, I don't think. Her brother's name is Leeuine Dzeupo Izolmilia Rozemplry Mentraah.

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{ thanks. i'll make another character or two }

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((That would definitely be helpful C:
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:| username |:

Yami-san

:| nickname(s) |:

Yami

:| activity |:

I might not be on a lot during the week, or at least until school ends. I'm generally very active during the weekends. Mondays are typically good roleplaying days for me as well.

:| other |:

Thanks for making this RP. c: I've been looking for a good steampunk one.

:| full name |:

Felicia duMontaggio

:| gender |:

Female

:| age |:

Twenty-three

:| status |:

Currently in Doyle's resistance.

:| appearance |:

Felicia is a tall young woman, standing at five feet, ten-and-a-half inches. She weighs in at around 160 pounds, a combination of her thicker statue and muscles. Her hair falls to the middle of her back and is a dusky brown color, the same as her large eyes. Felicia has rather high cheekbones and a small, thin mouth. Her skin is a darker shade of tan. Felicia is not very agile nor is she flexible, but she does have quite a bit of brute force in her favor.

:| personality |:

Felicia is generally very quiet. She grew up poor, the only daughter of a nobleman's gardener. She was taught, since she was very young, to respect her superiors, not to speak unless spoken to, and to always, always bow when introduced to someone. Felicia never really recieved a proper education. Everyone, herself included, thought her a little dumb. The truth is that she can be quite cunning, albeit naive, when she deigns to be.

Felicia has a fiery temper and a sharp tounge. She's not afraid to criticze anything that irks her, whether it be machines, people, or an oddly placed monument. She's not really one to try to takes things on herself, however. She'd much rather be a follower than a leader. She can be a coward at times, preferring to stay out of direct combat. Felcica has more of a 'sniper' mentality when it comes to the resistance. Strike them hard, fast, and often, making sure to keep enough space between the two forces.

She lives for today and rarely thinks about tomorrow. It just doesn't occur to her that the choices she makes today will still affect her in the future. Felicia can be quirky at time, with several odd mannerisms and ideas floating in hr mind.

:| history |:

Felica was born to Hanz Leittermann, the caretaker for the duMontaggio mansion's grounds. Her mother died in childbirth, and her father, who really did try to be affectionate, was simply too busy to raise his daughter properly. When Felicia was eleven, her father contracted a fatal disease and died soon after. She was absorbed into the main servant body, where she was quickly trained in the ways of a scullery maid. At age nineteen, the mansion suddenly burnt down in the middle of the night, and Felicia was left on her own. She wandered the streets for a bit, until desperation finally drove her to seek out companionship. She ended up joining the resistance, if only for a sense of purpos in life.

:| talents |:

Felicia has a good deal of raw strength, and she's capable of hefting decent-sized items. She's also quite ordinary and is rarely noticed by anyone. She can be a rather good spy if the need ever arose. As well, bing the daughter of a gardener, she knows plants like its nobody's buisness.

:| quirks |:

Felicia always wears trousers beneath her skirts, and the legs are always tucked into her shoes. She whistles when she knocks and prays before crossing bodies of water. She's quite superstitous and believes not only in ghosts but also in evil spirits.

:| fears |:

For reasons unkown to her, Felicica has a deep dread of water. As such, she has to pray before she's even capable of summoning up the courage to cross anything as big or bigger than a sizable puddle. She's not afraid of heights, but of depths, and the fear of being underground is near crippling.

:| other |:

None. c: