Tales of Mysery::Accepting & Just starting!Lots of openings!

[jules_]

Quinn Leon l 18 l Necromancer l Jamestown

Quinn had been walking for days in forest, valleys, and rubble-strewn dirt roads, so stumbling into the town almost felt like a blessing from god. The guild had stopped outside for the night to stock up on supplies, so she had decided to enjoy the town while she could. Wrapping a colorful shawl around her shoulder to hide her black mark, she decided to find somewhere to eat. As Quinn passed a young man playing the violin, she faltered slightly, before flipping a coin into his bag and continuing on her way.

( sorry for the short post, I'm on my tablet :3 )

[Cooluser1615]

Zea Ann Winter~18 years old~Rebel~Near Rebel Camp~In a Tree

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Zea was sitting in the tree where she slept at the moment. It was an oak, majestic and, quite possibly, ancient. She had nestled herself in a spot where a large branch met the main trunk of the tree, creating a natural seat. Zea often came here. She had been surprised to discover that the tree had memories too. They were quite soothing memories, not cluttered with the noise or sights of human memories. The tree's memories focused more on changes in temperature as the seasons came and went, the growing and loosing of leaves and the presence of lightness and darkness as days wore on. Today, the tree had presented her with another memory, a memory that she liked.
The pitter patter of rain fell upon the tree's leaves. In the distance, the rumbling of thunder could be heard. Numerous animals, of all shapes and sizes, sought shelter beneath the branches of the oak. A deer, two hares, many bugs and insects, not to mention the birds in the branches. The tree had been younger then, but it had chosen its purpose. To guard living things against rain of every kind.
Zea shook her head, as if to rid it of the memory. She wondered why the tree considered that memory so important that she couldn't ignore it. Zea absentmindedly stroked its branches. "If only the pasts and futures of humans were as nice as the pasts and futures of trees." Zea spoke aloud. She sighed and climbed down the tree, walking towards the main camp.

[Birdsie]

Male | 19 | Christopher | In Jamestown

As he shredded his bow across the gut strings he watched a young woman pass by. He almost lost track of the notes he was playing as he stared at her beauty. He gently shook his head, tossing his bangs back as the lady tossed a coin into his bag. With a smirk, he stopped playing, picked up the coin, put his instrument back in his bag and over his shoulder, and looked around for where the girl went. "Hey!" He shouted, for an odd reason, he didn't care what anyone else thought; he just wanted to thank her. He ran through a small crowd of people before catching up to her. The wind and run had slightly disrupted his hair and his tie had become crooked, but he would have to worry about that later. He gently grabbed the woman's shoulder before moving in front of her and shaking her hand vigorously. "Hello. I wanted to thank-you, good friend." He said with a bright smile. "Can I repay you in a meal?" He raised a brow as he tilted his head to the left, a common trait of his when he was genuinely curious.

Female| 17 | Xylina |In the Rebel Camp

She awoke suddenly to the sound of whispers and leafs falling. Her senses had become more acute, she noticed, since she moved to the camp. Sitting up-right in her bed, she stretched a luxurious stretch before standing up. She smoothed out the ruffles in he pink-polka-dot dress before walking outside. She ducked her head under the white fabric and looked around the camp. It was the same per usual. So she just stood by her tent and awaited patiently, playing with the ruffles in her dress. She didn't even bother with her hair, which was still in it's golden braid and an awful mess. Still, she didn't mind. She waited. Waited for someone to come her way with a problem they needed fixed. Then, she would look into their eyes with her golden curiosity, smile, and tell them it would be alright, she could fix it.
Sighing, she melted to the ground, sitting in a criss-cross-applesauce position. Now she rocked back and forth, holding her bare toes in her hands as she did so. Maybe today, someone would just want to talk to her. She smiled at the thought before closing her eyes and thinking of her fairy tale things.

[Ephraim]

Eren | 15| Vervex | In Jackson's Forward Youth School

I, I finally made it out? I-I-I'm outside? At least, that's what Eren's dream was until he was rudely awoken by his obnoxious roommate. With a sigh that his dream wasn't real, he pushed it aside and went about his normal routine, getting dressed in his uniform, brushing his teeth, and gathering his books for his classes. As if learning how to be a government soldier counted as a class. He thought bitterly,but instead, focused on the new day that was ahead. Would it be better than the last? Hopefully. As he left his room, he looked back, and out the window. All he saw was the barbed wire fence surrounding him, trapping him here, as if he was a danger to the government. As he stared, he felt happiness spreading through him. Where there was a fence, there was a gate, and Eren was very close to finding out where that gate was. He had just one last area to check. Seems it will be a good day after all! He thought, especially as he felt the atmospheric temperature and pressure. There was no sign of a storm yet, and warm air was moving through. He smiled as he closed his dorm room's door, possibly for the last time.

[Ms. Grimm]

Sorry for being so late guys! D: I'm going to be super super slow for the next couple of days because im going to Virgina to see a concert for my birthday. I'll try and get my characters forms up on this post ASAP


Name: Madeline Grimm :: Age: 15 :: Relationship Status: Single :: Power: Necromancer :: [size=50]Ms. Grimm

{One the surface}

• Full name
  
  • Madeline Jane Grimm
• Nickname(s)
  
  • Ms. Grimm
• Gender
  
  • Female
• Age
  
  • 15
• Powers
  
  • Necromancy
• War Side
  
  • Rebel
• Ranking
  
  • President

{Something you just can't see}

• Personality
  
  • Ms. Grimm is quite stubborn, but can be open to new ideas if it were to benefit her or those she cares for. For being easily angered, shes quite good at keeping cool in situations. Although she may appear to be cold and cruel, there have been sweeter sides thats she shows every so often. She even shows a small childish side to her. Besides her personality, her fears and weakness would include thunderstorms and situations she can't understand.
• History
  
  • Ms. Grimm and her sister grew up in poverty, as many in Mysery do. Her mother had died giving birth to her, and Valentine can't remember much of her after her head trauma. Her father held a strong grudge against her after their mothers death, saying something along the lines of 'It took me so long to win her love, and you ruined it.' With slight neglect, Ms. Grimm grew up to be...well, grim. Their father told them many times to never trust the government, for the King was someone who must be stopped. He would never say why, though. Their father disappeared a few years ago, leaving Ms. Grimm and Valentine on their own. Thus began their journey alone, and happened to stumble upon some folks who called themselves 'rebels'. Wanting to carry on her father wish of bringing down the government, she joined, dragging Valentine with her the whole way.
• Crush
  
  • None
• Family

• Her elder sister, Valentine

{Through the Looking Glass}

• Eye Color
  
  • A darl blue color, with small hints of lightr blue in various lights.
• Hair Color
  
  • Blonde, sometimes a shiny gold-light color in sunlight. Har father said it reminded him of her mothers.
• Weight and Height
  
  • Skrawny, lacking muscle. But her height, a whoping 5", makes up for it, as she is able to make great sneak attacks.
• Clothing choice/Style
  
  • She likes to be able to say hidden. Dark clothing works for her best. She keeps an old robe and shawl with her, sewn together, for over clothing. Dark leggings and black shoes as well.
• Tattoos or piercings
  
  • Besides her power tattoo, she has none.

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Valentine Liesel Grimm :: 20 :: Single :: Mesmer [size=50]Ms. Grimm

{One the surface}

• Full name
  
  • Valentine Liesel Grimm
• Nickname(s)
  
  • Val
• Gender
  
  • Female
• Age
  
  • Twenty
• Powers
  
  • Mesmer, yet rarely uses it
• War Side
  
  • Rebel
• Ranking
  
  • Soldier

{Something you just can't see}

• Personality
  
  • After an incedent with a subborn horse, Valentine tends to be forgettful after some head trama. She's quite sweet, and has a motherly side to her, as she had to care for her younger sister after their mother died. But because of that, she can get protective over those she's close to, even if she knows she barrely stands a chance.
• History
  
  • Just like her sisters, only for a slight accident. When she was 13, a neighbor let her try and ride their horse. Only, the horse more used to pulling carriges, and roughly threw the young girl off, causing some bad head trama. It causes slight amnesia, and still shows signs today. She rarely remembers her life back home.
• Crush
  
  • None
• Family

• Ms. Grimm is her younger sister

{Through the Looking Glass}

• Eye Color
  
  • Sea green color
• Hair Color
  
  • A dirty-blonde, with slight hinds of a gold-ish color in the sunlight
• Weight and Height
  
  • Shes a skinny thing, for living in such poor conditions. She's 5'6 and weighs around 140 lbs
• Clothing choice/Style
  
  • Having no money to buy clothes, she tends to steal or make what she can. It's all usually mixed and mashed, but tends to stay appropriate for the weather
• Tattoos or piercings
  
  • None, other than her power tattoo

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[subtle fox]

(btw, I'm still figuring out what Trisa will shift into, I'll update her form once I do.)

Trisa Kallen - age 18 - Rebel Camp - Shifter

Moving slowly, Trisa passed the first few tents, absentmindedly avoiding the steady rush of people and dodging any objects in her way. A few months after she gained her Power and mark, she had realized that she was able to sense her surroundings a whole lot better. It was a little like piecing the sounds, smells and vibrations together into an almost-clear image. As the years had passed she had steadily honed this new-found ability, and now she was sure that it was nothing like seeing. At least, all the people who had tried to tell her what sight was like never mentioned seeing the silvery cast of breezes, or the shifting clouds of scents. Now and again, she could even see the ripple of sounds, but only if she really concentrated.
Ducking into her tent she knelt down and drew out her sewing pouch. Extracting the leather-needle and thick thread, she tucked the pouch back under her bed that was little more than a stuffed pallet and backed out. Standing, she smiled in the direction of a greeting then began to make her way back to the middle of the camp.

(She's open for interaction, if anyone wants to. I won't be on for the rest of today.)

[jules_]

Quinn Leon l 18 l Necromancer l Jamestown

Quinn turned when she heard the playing stop, but hadn't expected the violin player to come running up to her and grab her hand. Slightly startled by his eagerness, Quinn had to think about his offer for a second. "Uh, sure. Why not?" she finally replied, smiling at him. "Oh, and your tie is crooked." she added, reached out to straighten it, before shifting her shawl back into place. A quick survey of the area revealed a few restaurants, all of which weren't too crowded. "Do you have somewhere in mind?" she asked, before pointing to a small cafe on the corner. 'I've been there before, the food is pretty good, and the coffee is even better."

[Phantom Lilith]

Hey guyyys!!! I'm finally off work! Well, actually I was off work like a half an hour ago but I got this really big splinter in my foot. Unfortunately, I have like a half inch of callouses on my heels and it went all the way through that so I kind of had to ask my mom for help lol Anyway, I've read up and I'm about to make another post ^^

[Phantom Lilith]

For Tessa? Possibly, if you want.

::Rose Jane Tyler:: 16 :: Single :: Mesmer :: Rebel Camp ::
Someone began passing around the serving dishes for breakfast. It smelled delicious. Eggs, tomatoes, and two loafs of bread floated through the growing group of rebels. The word must have been spreading about the fresh meal options because even those on night watch were awake to eat. The rebels seemed to understand they were sharing with others because everyone, including RJ, took only a small serving: A piece of the bread, a spoonful of egg, and half a tomato. Most of the rebels were skinny but that didn't seem to matter to them.

To her right, a taller brunette, (Tessa) returned with more stitching supplies. It reminded her of the tear in her windbreaker. "Hmm, maybe I should get that fixed," she mumbled aloud between bites of tomato. Noticing her stack of clothing to mend, she decided she didn't want to bother the girl. It seemed everyone else wanted their clothes fixed. To bad, RJ didn't know the first thing about sewing.

::Ericson Jonathon Lee Jackson: 16 :: Single :: Powerless :: Coffee Shop Central Mysery ::
Eric glanced up, noticing the violin music from down the street stopped. He had to admit he was a little disappointed. Looking over the paper he saw the violinist running up to the lady who dropped change into his case. Interesting, he thought. Why would he be chasing her like that? He watched their conversation. He then saw the girl point towards his direction, at what he assumed was the coffee shop. Did the violinist know the women? (Crappy post is crappy. Sorry)

Just reposting so I don't lose it...
::Ivory Ann Dark:: Nineteen :: Single :: Necromancer (with amnesia) :: In Jamestown
Ivory stretched with a yawn. As she looked around, she remembered where she was. She had found sixty bucks in her pocket, enough to pay for a week's stay at the tavern and a change of clothes. It beat sleeping on a park bench. She walked into the bathroom, where her change of clothes waiting. She changed into the new change of clothes. She filled the sink with warm water a dropped her dirty clothes into it. She would come back later to hang them on the shower rack to dry. After grabbing the keys to the room and a coat, she headed out to the library in hopes that she may find something to clue her in about her past.

[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

{May I start roleplaying? @Subtle~Fox ill have Murphy run into you}