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[pappuppy]

Magician -
Character Name: Taylor Ann Wolfblaze
Gender: Girl
Age: 18
Job: (Not necessary, but useful. Magicians are rarely hired for any jobs.) She has always been a really good pick pocketer. She also normally plays on the streets for her money... She is really good at poker, yeah lets just say that...
Element: (Not necessary. If there is one, don't use it often.) Fire
Magic Object: (As mentioned above, the object or objects that they prefer to use in battle.) A staff that, when she fights with it, the red orb at the top of it burns. A Flame fills the orange orba andcurls around inside of it, occasionally bursting as Taylors powers increase.
Physical Description: (Detailed. Link if picture.) Taylor has long flowing mud blonde hair that falls at her shoulders choppily and she has bangs that drift just above her line of sight. Her hair is always different, but her more usual style is up in a ponytail. Her eyes are a soft hazel and are said to remind people of the eclipse because of their coloring, her eyes are almost always opened with happieness or glee. She is tall and slender, her body having just thr right curves. She wears a puffy green colored blouse and a long ruffling leather brown skirt to match it. She also wears her leather boots that she stole long ago, from whom will not be mentioned. Every so often she does switch this style up, just to be different in a way.
Animal Form: (Experienced Magicians only. Some will never have an animal form. Keep this in mind. Describe their animal form here, as well.)Taylor reverts into a small medium sized canine. Her coat is a soft thick blu merle coat and her eyes are a raging, yet kind brown. Her black ears are always perked up, her tail set in a permanent wag... She is a Blue Merle Austrailian Cattle Dog when she transforms.
Interesting Details: (Possibly an idea of what their voice sounds like, their favorite color, favorite food, etc.) Her voice is always somewhat light and cheery, as her childlike manner takes over there. But it changes immensly when she grows angry.. Because when that happens, from no where, her voice grows lower, and she forms a thick irish accent. Her absoulute, no doubt, favorite color would have to be light blue. She likes every foor, but meat holds her heart hands down.
Natural Abnormality: (Not necessary. Possibly a natural-born power or growth -tail, horns, pointed ears, fangs, etc.- that sets them apart from others.) Well she was bore with sharp canine fangs, and a sense of smelling, that could almost match that of a wolf's.
Personality: (Must be included.) Taylor is normally very cheery, in fact, it's very bad when you see her down or sad. that only happens when an awful tragedy has happened. Her ability to look forward to a bright future,and her determined and loyale nature gives her much resembalance of a dog. She is loyal and kind, but does get the occasional spunk when she's in the spur of the moment. It takes a while, and you need to get to know her, but truthfully she is very intelligent, street wise and other, though normally people don't see this due to her childlike, carefree attitude on life. she is normally quite energetic and content with who she is at any moment of the day, and often times she tries to console others. She hates it when other people worry about her, yet her loyalty won't allow her to do anything, but that for her friends who are in need at times.
Pet: (Don't go overboard. Keep it normal; cat, dog, weasel, hawk, rat, etc. I don't want every character to have a pet wolf, lion, dragon, etc. Some may, but not everyone.) She has a small male blackfooted ferret that goes by the name of Jica.
History: (May be brief, but must be included.) As a young girl, Taylor and her Magician father lived on the streets. Her father taught her everything in the way of the Magician, he had even said how he had once been part f a Gang called the BlackJacks. This gang always amazed her when he told her his story, and as little girl growing up on the streets, she needed some sort of hope. So now, after her father had died from an incurable diesease, she has been searching for the Black Jacks hide out to see if she could join. She had fought in many battles, some she lost, others she one, and one she lost her left eye. Now she wears her fathers old eye patch that is shaped like a bright green diamond. She hopes that once she finds this Neil guy, he'll see the patch and maybe recall her father... Thats her main goal right now, finding the Black Jacks!
Theme Song: (Not mandatory, but nice to have. May be more than one.) Raise your Glass, Pink?
Gang/Society: (A large majority will belong to Blackjack. Others are likely to be loners.)
Quote: (May be more than one. Should give somewhat of a personality description.) "Me? Give up? Never! No matter the odds will that ever happen!" ~ Taylor.
Other: rainbow leopard spots

((Are you talking to me? If so I blame how late it is here it's *Checks clock* 12:21 AM and I still have to sketch her photo *Is shot* Gyaaa.... So tired.. I think I'm going to go soon... ))

[.Coyote]

Harper

Quizás un día quieres ver más allá este cara y en mi...

"Aye..." She shook her head, rolling her eyes at him. She wasn't really all that sure what he was saying, but it seemed rather like self pity. Stupid pity, it made her feel bad. "Enfermas enfermas enfermas." She repeated, leaning down and grabbing onto one of his arms to pull him up. What the hell was she supposed to do with him? That horse could really have been useful right about now. "Mmmm... You sleep? Where?" She asked, though she wasn't really sure what the word meant. She was pretty sure it had something to do with places, but all places and yet only one. It was very complicating. "¿qué dirección?"

ooc: Yeah, some forgotten letters. And words that were supposed to be something else entirely O.e
edit: Um, wait are YOU talking to me? XD no I was talking about the typos in my last post.

[hotdoge]

Neil~
Neil flicked his wrist in an extremely vague direction somewhere to his right and muttered, "Burnt down building. S'where I live. Looks like hell, but it's all I've got."
With Harper's help, the emotionally deranged Magician managed to stand up. Once again, when the girl mentioned sleep, Neil seemed to get extremely tired. Far to fast, really. Did he lack that much rest? What the hell did he do with all of his time? Actually, that was a question better left rhetorical...



((Accepted. ^^))

((@Nikki; Wait. What? .x."))

[.Coyote]

Harper

Quizás un día quieres ver más allá este cara y en mi...

Well that was useful. She moaned, risisting the urge to carve into his arm with her finger nails as she started to pull him off to the right. Because that little gesture was about the only thing she understood from all of that. "You go. Now." She said, looking back at him for a moment. But with the way he looked, Harper wasn't even sure he would make a few yards down the road. She whistled shrilly for the horse but as usual he did not reply. "Caballos..."

ooc: Ah, I think that 4Ever thought I was talking to them about their typos but I wasn't, so I was just straightening that out ^_^

[hotdoge]

Neil~
"Go where, exactly?" He blinked, stifling a yawn. This guy was pretty oblivious. And even if Harper did manage to explain to him where to go, he wouldn't comply. He'd probably just wander off or something. How was he not dead yet? Another rhetorical question.
Neil glanced at the sky again and mumbled something incoherent. Such a confusing person. If he even still was a person, not the soulless monster that Harper believed that he was.

Could he possibly be saved?



((Oooooh. /confusion. :P))

[.Coyote]

Harper

Quizás un día quieres ver más allá este cara y en mi...

So if she was actually able to get him to keep going, would he ever be 'awake' enough to point out his home? She could just break into someone elses... But the idea of them returning home wasn't pleasant. And there was no way she was taking him to her house. It was too small for him to fit anyway, he would constantly be hitting his head on the ceiling. "Tienes problemas." She muttered as she let go and moved around him, placing both hands on his back and beginning to push him along. "You go sleep," She started, trying to remember back to what Luna had said. "Shelter." Whatever that meant...

ooc: XD, sorry

[pappuppy]

Taylor walked out from the small makeshift hut she had used as a home since she was little. It was hidden from the guards in an allyway and it looked like it was ready to drop. Th old wood was rotting and there was holses in the rough looking roof. She sighed and looked back to where faint light lit the street,"I'm gonna find the Black Jacks toda... I know I am... I can feel it." She grinned, and as she stepped into the dim lighting her face was lit. The flames causing shadows to flicker across her cheeks from moments at a time. She started to walk down the street, it was the same routine, every morning, nothing ever changed, but today... She could feel it in her very being.... She would fins it today... And she would find Neil. She then headed a path sh hadn't taken before begging to see something, I guess it would help her if she even knew what Neil looked like. ((Can I have her run into neil XD that be kinda funny!))

[hotdoge]

Neil~
Neil started walking and glanced over his right shoulder, eyebrow raised quizzically.
"No need to push... I get it. You want me to go home," He chuckled then added under his breath, 'Probably because you don't want me to be your problem anymore...'
The way Neil walked was actually quite humorous. Like he was strutting to a silent song. Every once and a while, he'd brush his hat's long, striped tongue away from the right side of his face so that he could actually see where he was going. It was even funnier because everyone avoided him. He was hardly threatening. Just a well-known Magician around the lower districts. It was actually surprising that Harper hadn't heard of him.
One couldn't get too used to his antics, though. He might snap at any moment.


((Of course! I don't care who interacts with my characters! ^^ If it helps you get involved in the RP, go for it.))

[.Coyote]

Harper

Quizás un día quieres ver más allá este cara y en mi...

He was actually moving now. "Go home?" She asked, removing her hands and walking a little faster so that she could see his face. There was no way she could leave this mess to wander home alone. Who knows what sort of coughing fit he would get into next? "What es home?" She asked again, the word unfamiliar. Or, she had heard it before but no one bothered ever explaining it. They where just usually screaming at her at that point for something or another. Needlessly, as she had no idea what they were saying. "No comprendo eso palabra."

[hotdoge]

Neil~
"It's where you sleep." Neil didn't seem to be bothered by her lack of English understanding. He pointed down the dirty street and murmured, "You know... Where you live? That's where we're goin' right now. To my home, at least."
Harper had unknowingly moved to Neil's left side, which clearly made him uncomfortable. For some reason... The man stopped for a moment and made his way to Harper's left side. The action was odd, and he had no apparent reason for doing so. But he began walking again without a word. He didn't even glance down at her.

Why the hell would he make such an insignificant alteration to his course?