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Re: Search for a Lost Fantasy(semi-literate+)

Postby SmileyWily » Sun May 13, 2012 11:31 am

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Name: Francesco Angelo Moretti
Nickname: Frankie
Age: 13 years today. (May 12)
Gender: Male
Group?: Crisis

Description: Frankie's face is round and child-like. He has very childish features. He has freckles on his face, as in his cheeks, nose, and forehead are covered. His eyes have dark shadows beneath them from the lack of sleep that he gets. His eyes are grayish, but slightly more blue that gray. Frankie's eyes are crammed by thick eyelashes. He has dark brown hair with a reddish tint from the sun that falls halfway down his forehead.
Frankie's body is thin and lanky. His ribs and spine are easily seen through his skin. Despite that fact, he has a 6-pack. He has thin, muscular legs that are more for a runner or jumper. His arms appear extremely weak and useless, but they look much stronger when he flexes his biceps.
Frankie has a small scar on his forehead that is mostly hidden by his hair. Another scar hides on the back of his left thigh and travels down to the back of his knee, but it is pale, but not quite as pale is his skin. He has another nasty looking scar behind his right ear that's a dark like a burn. He has an unnoticeable scar on his right nostril, slightly paler than his blank skin.
Frankie's skin is light and pale compared to his family that he hasn't seen for 8 difficult years. He looks as if he hasn't been in the sun for a while, but he is almost unable to get a tan that makes him visibly darker than his natural color.
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 89lbs
Position?: He's training to be a mechanic. He even helped repair an engine once. He is okay as a minor fighter right now.

Personality: Frankie has manners and hates when people don't have manners. He is independent and is his own person. He doesn't like being told what to do. He is outgoing, but shy when he's in a group of more than 5 people. Frankie talks a lot when needed and if you interior you, he will attack you with words. He has gotten a temper over the years and only freaks out over something big. He doesn't like fighting, but then he does at the same time. Frankie has his own mind set and he does what he wants to do.
Frankie is head strong and stubborn and protective of what is his. He takes up two beds (It's just one bunk bed. One mattress wasn't even occupied by another person.) for him to sleep in, and to keep his sketches, notes, and blueprints of ideas. He will hold his dagger up to you if you even touch the bed frame. He has beat up somebody for looking through his papers and notebooks. Frankie rarely acts on impulse, but most people think his attacks are on impulse. He thinks very quickly and knows better than to start an unneeded brawl, as in one that he knows he won't win. He is always trying to get better at everything, especially build of his strength. He is always drawing or writing or cleaning or working out, just to keep himself busy and not bored.
Frankie is shy around girls and rarely talks to them unless it is about mechanics or fighting, but most girls don't like fighting as much as him. The only female he has ever had a real conversation with was his mother. He usually stops talking when a girl comes over, or just walks away from the conversation completely. But it isn't all girls, it is mainly girls around his age, as in 12-14 years old.
When Frankie is frustrated, he will leave, yell, or take deep breaths. He dislikes when people are rude to him, I mean, who wouldn't be? Frankie doesn't like it when people take things literally, even though he does it a lot, but sometimes he does it to annoy people. Like, "What's up?" "The sky, duh." or something immature like that.
History: Frankie's was born in a good town. His parents owned a bakery and he learned to make bread when he was 4. At age five he was lost while at a carnival a few miles away in the city. His parents had barely looked for him. He got a job a few days later at a clock shop. He was paid $20 a day by the old man. When he wasn't working, he was stealing from small open street shops. When he was 6 and a half he stole all the money from the cash register at the clock shop and instantly left with the prize of $128 and a few expensive wristwatches.
A month later he became a fighter at an illegal fighting ring. He participated in some illegal fights against other orphans his age. He got $75 for each fight won and $5 for a lost fight. One day he stole his boss's wallet and left after a bloody fight with a kid. He stabbed his boss in the hand before leaving and ran off. That was when he was 8. He was living for a while with the money, barely spending any so it would last. He was beaten up by a gang a few weeks after the incident and all of his money was stolen. He started stealing again and had to train himself to become stealthier and faster and stronger. He became a better thief and stole with the help of some two other orphans by the name of Danielle. and Triston.
He joined the C-pirates on his 9th birthday after a small raid I. A nearby town. His two friends didn't come with, but he hopes they come sometime soon.. He instantly started working with the engine and other machinery and training to be a mechanic.
Skills: Running, like really fast. He can also jump high and far. He's more skilled with a dagger than any other weapon. He is good with machines and clockwork. Frankie is good with engines and large machinery. He has worked with gears and engines many times before. He fixes the clocks and small machines that others have hands too big for. He is pretty much an expert with machines, both big and small.
Crush: None.
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Re: Search for a Lost Fantasy(semi-literate+)

Postby mahouras.png » Sun May 13, 2012 11:32 am

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Name: Lunaeryn Lovegood
Nickname: Luna
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Group?: Crisis

Description:stands at 5'9, and weighs 112 pounds. She has natural blue hair that falls a little past his shoulders, and she always leaves it loose. Cloud has beautiful golden eyes that glow in dimmed to no light. Her pupils are slit like a cats. Her skin is a normal pale, though sometimes it shimmers like glass in moonlight.
Height: 5'9
Weight: 112 pounds
Position?(flier, fighter, mechanic, etc): Fighter

Personality:Outgoing, a little rash, curious, blunt, intelligent, really athletic, tough, and tomboyish.
Is a loud, "Look at me" type of girl. She doesn't care who notices her, doesn't care how her actions affect peoples thoughts about her. She's one of those people who are willing to yell out who they are and why their there, and what they want. She loves to show people who she is. This mixes in with her rash and curious bits. She'll do something without thinking it through, often getting herself in trouble. Sometimes, she'll go through peoples things just to find something interesting, though strangely enough, she never tells anyone about what she finds.
Some think she's a little dim witted because of the choices she makes, but shes far from it. She has a strong mind, able to understand things easily, and wrap her mind around the most impossible things without pause, even the things people scoff at. She's fast at figuring out all sorts of problems, from math to life or death situations.
Cloud is very athletic, and extremely tough both mentally and physically. Her toboyishness adds to that. She never backs down from a fight, whether its verbal or physical. She tends to win the physical ones, though.
History?(I understand writing out full histories leaves no room for big reveals. Just a few lines is fine.): Meet me, loser.
Skills: She's fast, a very good hunter, climb fast trees, attacks quickly, quiet, clever. She knows how to wield weapons, and how to fight. She is quite fit, and has an aptitude for coming up with wild plans for attack and such.
Crush?(Fill out later if not applicable): Meh
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Re: Search for a Lost Fantasy(semi-literate+)

Postby free. » Sun May 13, 2012 1:05 pm

(Could I please reserve a girl fighter for the Crisis group and a male strategist for the Clouds group? Thank you in advance,
-anonymous.)
it's been a long time since I've been here. perhaps I'll stay awhile.
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Re: Search for a Lost Fantasy(semi-literate+)

Postby Noel » Mon May 14, 2012 3:09 am

Reserved slots have been reserved. xD
Anyways, to people who posted forms:
Alice Everdeen: A history is required, even if just a few lines. I'd appreciate it if you could make your description longer as well.
Others: Accepted. ^^

We can start once I make a post... which shall be soon enough. ^^"

If anyone has any questions, since I think I made the front page confusing, PM me.
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Re: Search for a Lost Fantasy(semi-literate+)

Postby Noel » Mon May 14, 2012 6:33 am

Ren & Skye, Crisis Pirates


Clang Ren winced at the noise; the sound of bashing metal was always so loud to him. He hadn't meant to hit that hard either. However, his opponent was glad to see the increase in effort, pushing against the blade harder. Soon Ren fell back, unable to keep up the force necessary to keep Skye from hitting him. Stepping back two steps and raising the dulled practice blade to block an oncoming slash, Ren couldn't even find a second to wipe the sweat off his face.
But Skye pressured him ever more, darting forward to cover the distance Ren had put between them before he could even think. Ren saw Skye's arms raise to make a downward slash, getting his blade up just in time. The loud bang of metal hitting metal made Ren wince again, and his arms strain with the effort of pushing back against the other thief's sword. Finally they slipped apart, and the small boy held back a gasp. But he finally saw an opening, and knowing Skye it had been left there for him and wouldn't appear again. Ren made his exhausted body do a small, half-foot dash forwards to swing his blade at Skye's side.
The taller pirate thought his attack a bit too slow though, and Skye got his sword up with a second to spare, before slamming a foot against Ren's chest, sending the child flying backwards to slid against the wall. Ren cursed as his vision when momentarily fuzzy and the weapon fell away from his grip. Finding himself sprawled on the ground, he was glad to see that Skye let up and was crouching over him.
"Oh... I'm sorry Ren... I didn't mean to hit you that hard..." Ren managed a pained grin in reply, making himself sit up. Skye was looking far too worried for him to like. Skye never realized until too late just how weak Ren was, how different their level of ability was. So every time they practiced together, it ended with Ren covered in bruises and Skye completely unharmed.
"It's.. ouch... fine. A normal opponent wouldn't go easy on me." Ren answered, with Skye's help getting himself to his feet. Seeing Ren waver on his feet, Skye dropped his own sword and wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulders to support him. "Woah there. I think we should stop for the day." Ren was all too happy to agree, as he did with an enthusiastic nod. He had never been good at fighting, clearly, and Skye always had been a prodigy. Far from a fair fight, and the only time he ever laid a touch to Skye was when the older boy deliberately let him. With other pirates Ren could occasionally land a blow, not with Skye.
He let Skye half-carry him off the deck of the ship and inside the flying fortress, but pushed him away when they got nearer to his room. "I can walk on my own now, thanks." It was genuine thanks, not sarcasm, something rarely found aboard Crisis ships. Skye still had trouble getting used to Ren's thanks. Skye merely dipped his head to show that he heard, but waited there until he saw Ren stumbled off to his room, calling after him that if he didn't sleep he'd tie him down to the bed.
That done, Skye moved outside. He was only a small bit tired from the two hours of practicing with Ren, who to be frank Skye knew he could have bested in the first five minutes. Being the person who brought Ren to the ship in the first place, it was his unspoken job to train the boy, a nearly-impossible task. Thankfully Ren had grown to show talent at flying the ships and an interest in their mechanics, or they might never have found a place for the child. Usually Skye was running around, busy with his new duties as co-captain of the ship, but after a large-scale raid went by successful, he had been told to get some rest while they made a three-day journey off to who knew where. Skye and rest where not something that went well together, and every day since then he had been up since dawn trying to find something to do.
Pacing through the hallways and decks, Skye noted after a minute of doing just that, wasn't helping with the boredom.


Melody, Cloud Fighter

"Ouch! What in hell are you doing?" Mel snapped angrily, pulling her injured arm away from the medic attending it. The unfortunate mumbled an apology, trying to explain to the easily-angered girl that it was a disinfectant that unless she wanted ot risk loosing her arm she better shut it and take the pain. Even medics had sharp tongues, and when patients got unwilling all it took was a sharp blow to the back of the head to make them willing. Mel grumbled, but offered her arm up again and just bit her lip when the stinging liquid was bandaged against it. That damn Crisis fighter had arrived at her latest informant's home just minutes after she had, and the two had drawn swords and fought in the streets. In the end, as the informant had run, they both stumbled off with new -and painful- injuries. Mel had neglected the gash across her arm, before someone else loudly observed how gruesome it was beginning to look. A stern lecture from the leader of the Cloud Fighters later, Mel was more or less locked in a medical room while her arm was treated.
"I'm hoping it's done now?" She growled as the medic walked away, and she got a nod in reply. Immediately the girl rose, stretched, and started to walk out of there. Several of those who had tended to her tried to push her back to bed, saying that she needed rest, that they were supposed to keep her there, blah blah blah. A sharp glare and a few sharper words was enough to quiet them and let her be free of her confinement. The medical wing of the main Cloud ship was too quiet anyways, unless someone didn't have enough sedative in them and was screaming. Mel liked noise and chaos; a soft bed was no place for her. Pacing through the hallways and ignoring as the 'advice' to get back to her room like the injured girl she was, Mel grabbed a roll from another passing thief who was probably destined for the kitchen. Munching on that and walking through the pathways without much interest, she looked around blankly for something to do.
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Re: Search for a Lost Fantasy(semi-literate+)

Postby Placebo Effect » Mon May 14, 2012 7:37 am

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Do it today, it might be illegal tomorrow.

Deep down in the center of the ships various rooms full of machinary, between two of the engines, there's a dark grey canvas tied to the pipes and machines. Alexandria, known to her friends as Alex or Stormy, was currently asleep in the hammock, dreaming about flying spanners for a strange reason. The odd dream stopped in it's tracks however, when a fan belt stopped in it's tracks and a warning light began flashing and beeping and making irritating noises that woke the sleeping teenager up. She gave a short yelp as she rolled out of the hammock, and a thud signified a pretty painful landing. She grimaced as she got up, rubbing her elbow having smacked it hard against the metal of the engine.

A murderous glare was cast at the fan belt, Alexandria rumaged in her tool belt for another one which was quickly slipped into place and the old one disposed of. The warning light silenced itself and Alexandria pulled a face as her stomach grumbled. She was always hungry after waking up... Though the hunger never seemed to cease since she managed to eat a lot more than other people and still feel like she needed to eat more. However, she felt like she could justify a tip to the kitchens, she'd been fixing the breakers earlier and that had taken much longer than expected so she'd missed breakfast.

She yawned, wiping oil from her face and loosening the jumpsuit she was curently wearing to the point that she could tie the top half around her waist. She was wearing a t-shirt underneath, and it looked a lot more presentable than the oil and greese splattered jumpsuit. She'd often asked if the name of mechanic could be changed to 'greese-monkey' but it had always been refused by the other crew members. With a yawn and a stretch ( a delayed reaction from waking up ), she slipped into the ships kitchens and looted an apple from the bowl near the door before hurrying off down a corridor as she bit into it. She only stopped when she got to a refelction in a pipe, and with a yawn she began to sort her faux-hawk out since parts of it had fallen out.
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Re: Search for a Lost Fantasy(semi-literate+)

Postby ET4252 » Mon May 14, 2012 8:50 am

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Name: Sara Gael
Nickname: Blood Seeker, though only one person has called her that when she was within hearing distance, one.
Age: 18
Gender: female
Group?: Crisis

Description: Standing at an imposing height of 5'8 Sara is built with tough chorded muscles. In general she can be described as having a runners build, plenty of muscle but still with a thin figure. Her hair is a very dark brown bordering on black when in poor light however in the sun it shows highlights of lighter shades of brown. She usually wears her hair down unless the need arrises then she pulls it back into a lose pony tail. Her eyes like her hair are brown however her eyes are a lighter shade like the earth after a heavy rain. Her skin is a bit tan unlike some on the ship because she spends a good deal of her time in the cockpit which with all of the windows lets a good deal of light in. She almost always sports a pair of googles which she uses to fly some of the open cockpit crafts. She dresses in the clothes in the picture however she also usually has a sword strapped to her waist.
Height: 5'8
Weight: 125
Position?: origanally a fighter she now is mostly a Flyer.

Personality: When dealing with people she has first met and to people she has fought with or against she is the steriotypical Crisis crew member. She tends to just plunge into conflicts relying on her quick reflexes, strength, and instincts. While this has gotton her through everything so far it has not brought her through entirely whole and she is now quite covered with scars. In a usual day she can be pretty foal tempered yelling at people, stomping around, or just casting evil glares at people. However for those who get close to her they will often see a milder side to her, and if they really get close to her they might be able to earn a very rare smile. To the higher ups she respects she is polite and will almost never speak or act out of line, however around higher ups that don't have her respect she is more likely to act out against them and there will always be a hint of sarcasim in her voice when she talks to them and a trace of a sneer in her frown. When out of hearing distance she is called Blood Seeker because when she fought she would always try and head to attack hacking a slashing with her sword.
For all her outward roughness Sara much more complicated. When in fights she tends to give into instincts and this leads to her just killing unmercifully. However in reality she hates death and killing. So after fights she often will just disapear, locking herself up alone in the ships cockpit for hours one window open to let in a cold crisp wind. She also hates to be called Blood Seeker, it makes her sad to think that all her fellow crew members might think of her as a mindless killing machine. Most of her foal temperedness is just her sadness coming out. Much of it also stems from the fact that she almost always on the look out for her brother. She knows her parents are without a doubt dead but she still is throughly convinced that her brother is alive.
History?: Sara came from a very poor family made up of her father, her mother, and her younger brother. Even before her brother was born life was tough, often barely enough food to keep the three of them alive. When her brother was born life got even harder and her whole family had to scrounge for food. As her parents were constantly working Sara looked after her brother. Due to his bright very bright green eyes she would foundly call him Little Forest Sprite. However when she was thirteen and her brother was three they was a food shortage and it become impossible to feed the four of them. Knowing that if she stayed that all of them might starve Sara left home. Traveling by foot or by cart if she managed to get a ride from a sympathetic farmer she one day found herself stumbling across a group of sky pirates raiding a village. Thinking quick she managed to board one of their ships. Later it turned out that she had stowed away on one of the Crisis ships. The first few months were hardest as she fought to earn her place on the ship however things became easier as she showed herself to be an accomplished fighter.
Four years later at the age of seventeen she found herself heading back to her village, with her she brought a good amount of money, enough to keep her family going for quite a while. However when she got there she found most of the village burned to the ground, including her house. Asking around at the local villages she found out that her parents had died in the fire however no one knew what had happened to her brother. After that her attitude soured and many of her crew mates noticed the change but none knew what brought about the change. Now-a-days she always volunteers to fly the smallest of the Crisis crafts along with the new experimental ones. Along with evolving her into a very good pilot she also uses this time to go off searching for her brother who she refuses to believe is dead.
Skills: She is very good at flying ships however she is best at flying extremely small one man crafts and she is also accomplished at swordsmanship.
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Name: Maximilian Gael
Nickname: Max though his sister used to call him Little forest Sprite
Age: 8
Gender: male
Group?: Cloud

Description: The first thing that is noticeable about Max is how small he is, both in height and build. Never really getting into the intense training that some of the crew goes through he has never really built up much muscle, only having enough to get along with. His hair is a lighter brown, it is on the longer side and straight. His eyes are a very bright green that seem to have this spark of life shinning in them at all times. Generally he dresses simply not having a liking for anything to flashy. He carries around a small pouch with in which contains some tools of his trade, maps, diagrams of the ship, and a compass. Lastly he carries around a gun which hangs just a little behind his hip.
Height: 4'6
Weight: 81
Position?: Stratagist

Personality: Max is a very quiet boy who doesn't like to get into conflicts. He is a clever child who can come up with good plans even in a pinch however not if he is danger. For example if there is an attack but he is in a safe room of some sort he can come up with plans to get the ship out of the situation, however if there is someone standing infront of him weilding a sword he just freezes up. This however does not really play against him to much because as a stratagist of eight years old he is not required to participate in a lot of action. Unless you give him a reason not to like you Max is a very friendly person who likes to help people. He is often seen hanging around the sick bay helping out the medics anyway he can.
He also spends much of his time looking out of the ships windows as though searching for something. In truth he is always looking for his sister who left home when he was only three years old. He misses her in a vague sort of way because he does not remember to much about her just a pair of large kind deep brown eyes, a warm embrace, and the lullaby she used to sing for him. He also has a phobia of fire because his house was burned down a year and a half ago.
History?: Starting from when his sister left life was still hard Goethe family however win one less mouth to feed food was not quite as short as it had been. However one night when he was seven a Cloud ship crashed nearby the village. The ships fuel lighted a large fire that spread throughout much of the village including to Max's house. Max managed to escape the burning house however once outside he collapsed from the smoke clogging up his lungs. When he next woke up he was inside a Cloud airship lying on the infirmary. Apparently once they had taken care of their ship the pirates had helped the village extinguish the fire, however when they found him and what was left of his parents they decided to bring him along. He has been flying with them ever since.
Skills: He is a very good stratagist and he is a fair shot with a gun.
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Re: Search for a Lost Fantasy(semi-literate+)

Postby Hobo! » Mon May 14, 2012 10:17 am

{Hello (: I would like to reserve a male flier for Clouds and a female fighter for Crisis. I will be making my characters ASAP.}
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Re: Search for a Lost Fantasy(semi-literate+)

Postby Noel » Mon May 14, 2012 11:23 am

I reserved the slots for you. ^^
To all those who have reserved spots: I don't hold reservations very long, so get your forms up quickly or I'll open up the spot, and there aren't many left anymore. ^^"
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Re: Search for a Lost Fantasy(semi-literate+)

Postby ET4252 » Mon May 14, 2012 11:50 am

(Um R & A I noticed that you put Sara as fighter but she is a flyer. And I noticed that Max wasn't up... )
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