Please read the rules.

I'll see if I can post mine soon... GAAAH! :P

What's a Pichu smiley?? :|

Oh and there's a small catch in the SU so people have to read the rules in order to be accepted ;p
Also do we all go to the same middle/high school? If so then you can have a link with my character if someone'd like too xp

This post has been edited by Aura Dynasty: Nov 10 2012, 08:59 AM

Pichu smiley: : Pichu: Without the space. But you've obviously read the rules or you wouldn't have asked, so you're accepted. You're accepted too Aura And no, they don't all go to the same high/middle school, but there can be two people from the same place. OHMAHGAWRD my b-day is September 6th!

This post has been edited by Pkmn Lady Sarah: Nov 10 2012, 09:26 AM

Mine is september 17th, note that i've been born 11 days later than usual so this should've been my real birthday xp

So we almost had the same birthday? That's awesome! Ha ha but you're older than me, so... eh. September birthdays rule!!

THank you *glares at Aura, than smiles again* I remember having to put something like that in another, but I forgot how to. Now I know and won't forget.

@ Angelthekitty:

SOwwy Aura *hugs*

*huggy yay back* don't mind it xp

I thank Chester Bennington and Mike Shinoda for getting me through typing up this whole thing.



Now that three people have made characters, I'm going to start it! Yaaay!

Here's her appearance:



This post has been edited by Pkmn Lady Sarah: Jan 18 2013, 12:59 PM

I'm thinking about joining... So would you mind holding a spot for me? :P

Spot held. And I ended up going through some time-crunch difficulties... the actual RP thread should be up soon. (Not today though, I only have like 10 minutes.)

OK, I have my stuff, here it is.

I'm starting the RP now... and the starting point is here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fountain_of_Y...aeological_Park

It's suppost to be the point Ponce de Leon landed on the coast of Florida (U.S.A.), and there's a national park there that has a spring that supposedly is the fountain of youth. Obviously it's not, or else the tons of tourists that drink from it would all be immortal, but it seemed a fitting place to start off. Anyway, check the RP thread in a few minutes or so, it should be up FINALLY.



EDIT: And, after so much time, here we are!

This post has been edited by Pkmn Lady Sarah: Nov 12 2012, 06:17 PM

Character's Name: Jean Frazer

Nickname (Optional): None.

Gender: Female

Age (I'm going to set it as 10-18): 18

History(Optional): Jean was born and raised by a couple of farmers in some God-fearing and yet godforsaken Arizona hamlet in the running for capitol of Middle-Of-Bumfuck-Nowhere County. At least, that's what it says on the birth certificate. It doesn't explain why she has a Welsh accent that doesn't so much lilt as caper over hill and dale, possibly in search of some sheep, nor why she steps so lightly despite her muscular build. One reason is that the accent is an affectation. Another is that she was taught to glide around the place by a maiden aunt, them being the only people who give a damn about such things.

The actual solution is that the birth certificate is utter piffle. Let me explain.

Jean was actually born, despite all medical science's warnings and the fact that she apparently had a death-wish when a foetus, to two of the elders of a commune high up in the Welsh mountains called (in the spirit of Welsh inventiveness) The Commune. It was and is a spiritual place, where the air hangs heavy with burning incense and druids happily talk to Native American shamans and experts in obscure African cults. You see, the goal of the Commune was to find and research as many different religions as they could, cherry-pick the interesting/magical bits, and build their own conglomerate faith and way of being. The Elders are particularly interested in martial arts and the practice of physical activity-based worship, and of late it is not wholly unusual to see a Sufi dervish spinning around on top of a hill whilst wielding a brace of evil-looking morning stars. All are welcome and all bring something new, whether it's new knowledge of martial arts or just a differing opinion on the fine points of Zoroastrianism in the Parthian Empire.

A child born in this environment is taught by the commune's members in, well, whatever they feel interested in. If the child is interested in something that they can't provide, usually science, there's a private school near Bangor that's always looking for new students. Jean wasn't interested in that, though. She was obsessed, absolutely obsessed, with immortality and eternal youth. The fact that Doreen Frazer was pushing sixty-five from the wrong way when she gave birth to the girl might have something to do with that, as might the fact that she's younger than her husband Marcus. They're in their eighties now, but they still live life according to the principles of the Commune - one of the few times Marcus left there was to take part in a sumo wrestling tournament in Japan, and despite being a rake-thin English septuagenerian he got to the quarter-finals without resorting to cheating or any of the huge amounts of magic he and the rest of the Commune's members have access to. For her part, Doreen is a practicing Buddhist and an Olympic silver medallist in women's sabre fencing, and she can still hold her own against the British and European champions.

As such, Jean has had an... interesting childhood, but she absorbed information and fighting skills like a sponge. Whether it was beating seven kinds of hell out of a grinning Zimbabwean doctor with an assegai or mastering a Shinto ceremony at the best of a bunch of pot-smoking monks from Saffron Walden, she hunted down and voraciously consumed anything the community could teach her. At the tender age of fourteen, she was both attending lectures on and asking penetrating questions about the religious practices of the pre-Islamic Malian Empire at Bangor University and fighting tooth and nail for a medal at the World Jodo Championships with her tachi partner and utterly oblivious source of MILF-based sexual tension Michelle Brankovich (the pair didn't get on the podium but did receive the tournament's Fighting Spirit award, before you ask). But she didn't just want to sit in the Commune and suck the knowledge and fighting prowess from everyone who came there. She wanted to see more of the world, be proactive, hunt things down for herself. The ancient mysteries of magic were just begging to be discovered, and who knew, they might just have a cure for aging stowed somewhere.

She left the Commune with great fanfare upon her seventeenth birthday, promising to return when she had discovered the secret of eternal youth or something of equal value. After roaming the world for a bit and a mild brush with death in the British Library (nothing violent, I must stress, merely a hitherto-unknown allergy to a certain type of toilet cleaner), she found herself drawn to the so-called Fountain of Youth in Florida. Of course it wasn't the real thing, but she hoped that there might be some interesting people to talk to there. Thus, bedecked in odd jewellery and more edged weaponry than might be considered mentally healthy by society at large (less gut-wrenching than you might think to get through customs), she flew to the States and made for high adventure.

Or possibly just a chance to meet some cute girls.

Either will do.

Personality(Highly recommended, but optional. Please include any magical/fighting skills/weakness they have here): She believes wholeheartedly in the Agglomerated Communal Wisdom, the hodge-podge of spiritual and quasi-animist beliefs that the Commune bashes together from innumerable different (to say nothing of disparate) parts, and is generally dismissive of conventional organised religion. She has something of an acid tongue on her, but it only comes out rarely and if she's sufficiently riled by you to do that then you're her friend. Why? Because if you were not her friend and you angered her thus, you'd be on the floor in varying degrees of consciousness. It's often the fate of anyone who seeks to use their position in a majority to belittle or attack those who are different from them, something she thinks utterly unforgivable. Aside from that, she's a rather positive individual, even if she is operating under an assumed identity in an alien country with a passport about as real as Pamela Anderson's udders, and if you have something to teach her about anything spiritual-related then she'll latch onto you like a barnacle and beg to be taught.

As far as fighting goes, well... she's a hard AD carry, to coin a phrase, but one with the magic defenses of a flimsy conservatory in a landslide. While she's tried to ameliorate this with slews of charms and esoteric rune-encrusted bits of jewellery, the fact remains that she has no head at all for practical magic (though the theoretical's a different story, largely because she's so determined to understand things even if she can't actually do them). However, in non-magical combat it's a very different story. She has muscles like steel cables and a lean, athletic build that means she moves like a striking cobra on about ten different amphetamine derivatives, and she's always (and I really do mean always) got a weapon secreted somewhere about her person. Her base of operations is a gargantuan RV she had shipped over from the Commune that she's not technically licensed to drive (though the fact that she has both the paperwork and enough creatively deadly ironmongery to supply a small Crusader Order from the Decree of Pope Innocent to the fall of Constantinople about her person tends to put people off asking for her insurance details), and it's similarly loaded for bear; her largest weapon is a gigantic repeating ballista mounted on a naval-style disappearing-gun platform built to fire javelins liberated from a school gymnasium by a singularly deranged Commune member with quite the hardon for ancient siege weaponry (and if certain members of the Commune were to be believed, quite the hardon full stop) that comes up from the vehicle's roof. She's excellent at providing long-range physical support and taking the fight to people in a melee, but any reasonably adept magic user'll be able to burn their way through her charms and incompetently-conjured shields before long.

Her best asset in any fight, though, is a combination of versatility and unpredictability. She's very good at reading combat, and if a particular style is not as effective as another, she'll switch between them with the practiced ease that you or I might have in changing the channels on our televisions, the sedentary, sofa-rooted blobs that we are. Given that she's got so many styles to call on and how many different swords, axes, spears and suchlike she has on her person at any given time, she's pretty hard to take down in a fight. Even her magic draws upon a singularly eclectic mix of styles and traditions, drawn as it is from the various Commune members and their specialties. She has a generalist approach that works very well indeed, but will suffer against sustained Zerg rushes and fall completely to bits against long-range magic, despite her evasive abilities.

Appearance(Picture/drawing or description): Jean's very, very tall for a girl: 6' 5" and 150lbs of wiry muscle that obviously came from martial arts rather than lifting heavy stuff in a room full of pounding techno and sweaty middle-aged building contractors with guts the size of Rhode Island and heart-attack-red skin. Her imposing build and exercise regime has left her with what TV Tropes calls A-Cup Angst, though at least they don't get in the way when she's firing an arrow into some poor unfortunate's chest, buttocks or head. As has been mentioned before, she treads lightly and has a dancer's grace about her, but people do tend to know when she's coming in public. It's the outfit.

Said outfit consists of a voluminous blue silk kimono patterned with fluffy white clouds, a dark blue kendo obi, a sports bra, loose-fitting jeans reinforced with leather at various points that need armouring a little, and... not much else. She doesn't much go in for underwear except the aforementioned sports bra, and besides, it wouldn't be practical considering her general attitude to monogamous relationships (i.e. that they can get shagged). But the most standout feature of the outfit is two-fold. First, you have the innumerable items of jewellery, all of which is a charm against something or other made out of whatever the Commune's metalworkers could get their hands on (usually bits of old Austins, though there's no small amount of precious and semi-precious metals in there as well as good-quality semi-precious stones). They alone would cause the average person to stop for a rest every five minutes, but for Jean they're almost like armour - especially in that they make her walk with a glingleglingleglingle noise.

Second is the weaponry.

No guns - the Americans aren't completely brainless when it comes to them, and though she knows her way around a firearm carrying one would just raise too many questions - but a plethora of smallswords, greatswords, axes, knives from more cultures than there are countries (some of which are really quite valuable), slings, hammers, truncheons, blowguns, darts, chakrams, flails, small homemade explosive devices, gas-powered handbows, and a handbag with a couple of bricks in it. This means she has an unfortunate tendency to clank when she walks, even when she's trying not to be noticed. Her excuse to the many and varied citizens of whichever town she visits in the full regalia?

"I'm with a military history society."

You'd be surprised how often that works, especially if you make sure to put foam on everything that looks really dangerous.

Any particular reason they seek eternal life? (Optional): Jean loves her parents. It's real love, bone-deep and unbreakable... not even by death. And she knows that the Commune deserves the secret to eternal life, because it's her home and she'd be a fool not to share that knowledge with the Elders. After all, if they hadn't raised her in their traditions, she'd be ordinary, and that would never do.

Other (Optional): She knows all the words to two songs: The Internationale and, er, an obscure Avril Lavigne album track called I Always Get What I Want.

Quite why is anyone's guess.

Wow. That's a lot. (Accepted, of corse.)

This post has been edited by Pkmn Lady Sarah: Nov 18 2012, 11:17 AM

Yo, if it's okay, might I join in the fun as well? I'm already working on my character which should be completed, hopefully, in less than 24 hours.

[Edited]
Also, Zeven, your image isn't working. Just thought I'd let ya know

[And Again]

About time we got someone more otaku than Tyler. =w= Accepted. And I think I'm going to add some more to Tyler's profile soon... I dunno, I just feel like I should add more. Look at that, Zeven's link isn't working... here it is:



Also, when Jean entered the fountain's passage, people were surrounding the well and attention was being drawn to the spot. So it might be hard for Zack (or anyone) to sneak her way into the cave... that is, unless there are other entrances into the labyrinth on the Fountain of Youth Archaeological Park's property... *Hinthintwinkwinknudgenudge*

Wicked.

So that's Gemini, eh? Thanks, Sarah.

Ya, I was thinking of how to go about posting with that obstacle. Wonder where another entrance would be. Whelp, to Google I shall go, then.