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| Niamh | Nov 8 2009, 10:57 PM Post #1 |
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Your name or nickname: Niamh. Your age: Currently in my thirteen year. Experience in roleplay:Around two years? /hasn’t been keeping track- Preferred Genres: Medfant. Fantasy in general. (: b]Character type:[/b]Human Character name:Pax Messer Age:Twenty-one Residence:The nearest covered shelter. Happens to be a dumpster at this point in time. Description:If Pax had a choice about her appearance, she would be the dashing young woman with the tall boots and the flowing cape, silhouetted against the setting sun, pistol gleaming in hand, and striking fear and admiration into the hearts of many. Especially the men. She’d be the perfect mixture of stern, mysterious, noble - tall and catlike in manner when she walked, and her footsteps would be inaudible, reminiscent to smoke drifting slowly away with the cold autumn breeze... Snap back to reality. Pax is none of those things. To start off with, she isn’t tall and willowy. She’s not exactly short- more like the average height- but she’s stocky, maybe even a little on the heavy side. She’s quite square in build, and seems to be stronger than she is agile. This is pretty much the only outer misconception people have, Pax being reasonably quick in regards to her stature. As for facial features and hairstyle, picture a brown-yellowish mop that’s been tossed in the ocean for several years and that’s sat on the beach for another several more. The resulting off-grey, bedraggled, matted clump of mop strands is what adorns Pax’s head on a daily basis. Picture aforesaid mop being hacked at with a knife. This is Pax’s haircut, which occurs about twice a year, keeping her average hair length at earlobe level. Speaking of which, her earlobe- the one that’s not cut off- is olive in tone and covered in a thin layer of grime and/or blood, the same color that the rest of her skin is. Her eyes are an uninteresting shade of blue. They’re not icy, crystalline, or piercing in any way, shape, or form. They’ve got a bit of hazel around the center, and that’s it in the special eye color department. Pax’s nose, when not broken, is straight and on the long side. When it is broken, it’s crooked at the bridge and puffy. Her wardrobe consists of four items, which she alternates about every two weeks. These are two pairs of pants, one shirt, and one coat, oversized. Pax tries to stick with black to make herself appear more daunting, but when one’s clothes come from recycling bins left out on the streets in the morning, sometimes it’s hard to choose. The only things she’s paid for herself are her boots and her guitar. Let’s begin with the boots. These are knee-high, totally useless dark leather shoes, with laces on three sides and buckles winding round to the ankle, where they clank around on the ground when she walks. (None of this information is significant, since Pax can’t count, but specifics are always good.) They also weigh like fifteen pounds, so they clunk down pretty heavily. It’s because of these boots that Pax isn’t as nimble as she could be, but she would never consider taking them off for a reason such as increased stealth. Her guitar is in a relatively good condition, considering that it doesn’t have an official case and bounces around on Pax’s back constantly. It’s acoustic, wooden, and every one of its twenty frets are peeling off, but surprisingly enough, it hasn’t cracked yet. Its strings are horrendously out of tune, due mostly to the fact that Pax doesn’t know how to tune it. She doesn’t know how to play the guitar at all- but she carries the instrument everywhere with her, thinking that it adds to her figure. Personality: Snobbish? Arrogant? Slightly demented? Friendly? These words could come into use when describing Pax’s personality. On one side, she’s a decent enough girl. She’s got a conscience, albeit not functioning like a typical person’s. She’s quite loyal to her bosses (alias herself) and to her (nonexistent) friends, and can be helpful and reasonably pleasant when she’s in a good mood. She possesses a sense of justice and guilt. When she truly feels bad about something, she’ll go and fix it. It would take something really unforgivable to make Pax feel such strong remorse as to perform an act such as a true apology- she throws the word “sorry” around often, but it’s for superficial purposes- but she would without a doubt say whatever the situation required. On the other side, she’s a bit unstable. An assassin, hitman, thief, and dishwasher by trade, she believes that once you commit a crime twice, it’s no longer a crime. This officially crosses murder, arson, mutilation, theft, robbery, refusal to pay due costs, illegal possession of various odd weapons, and the breaking of multiple ceramic dishes off the list. Pax is usually quite rude and sarcastic, her words peppered with various swears and dripping with insults and blunt observations. Not someone you’d come out of a conversation with and still have good self-esteem. She’s quite unfeeling towards other people, but if you threw even a casual criticism against her, she’d be extremely angry. She believes herself to be worthy of any glance that happens to pass her way, and even if that glance is a furious one, she still takes it as a compliment and sign of admiration. She hates people from the slums and thinks they’re dirty and poor- always conveniently forgetting that her own living habits are worse than the average slum home- and hates people from higher classes as well, assuming that they’re flaunting their money around because they reside in buildings that aren’t shacks. Pax likes fighting. She likes stealing and killing and running from the law. She doesn’t like completing her services as a washer of dishes in pubs, but when her jobs don’t come through, she needs the source of income so that she can afford to eat. She’s a pretty simple woman with a one-track mind, focused on her best interests. Other information:Pax is excellent when it comes to combat. She’s far from excellent when it comes to academics. She speaks with a slight drawl and uses unorthodox slang. Save for a few common phrases, Pax can’t read or write. She’s also nearsighted, and could use a pair of glasses. She doesn’t have a pair, of course- because no hero wears glasses. Her father and mother are still alive, and live way out in the middle of nowhere, about two miles off the outskirts of the slums. Their house is a tiny brick box with a corrugated tin roof. Pax visits them about once every two or so years to say hello and ask for money. Intro: “Goddamn stupid rain.” Pax, already soaked to the skin, was slogging through the thick mud on the side of the road as the grey skies let forth an unceasing drizzle. Slow and relentless, just enough to get her wet all the way through, but without the jarring static and excitement of a true downpour or an electrical storm. Flicking a dollop of mud forward with the tip of her toe, Pax watched it fly through the air. It hit the cement of the road to her right with a soggy thump, and instead of settling there like she had anticipated, it exploded on impact, sending clumps of dirt in all directions. Wiping a clinging weed from her cheek, Pax considered it, head tilted, before popping it into her mouth. It took several swallows to get the slimy plant down. The corners of her mouth turning down at the taste, Pax spat between her fingers, running her tongue over her teeth. She had to find something to eat soon- another day of weeds, raw or cooked, and she was sure she was going to vomit, waste away, or pass out. Stopping and stepping gingerly out of the gulley she had been traveling in, she attempted to wipe the worst of the muck off of her boots; after several minutes of scraping them with a stick, they looked no different that they had before her efforts. Giving up, Pax removed the guitar from her back and upturned it, dumping out the water that had collected in the soundbox before sticking three fingers in and feeling around. A moment later, she produced a soggy dollar from inside the instrument. She gazed at it, indecisive, before slinging the guitar once more over her shoulder and continuing through the rain. The dollar had been for last resorts, and Pax wasn’t sure what she could buy with it. She’d have to go into some store and ask. Or she could try her chances with taking something- after all, this was a new town. Her reputation would be fresh here. Rounding the twist in the road, she paused once more, surprised. There was a group of telltale red-and-white striped tents and trailers gathered in the clearing that was usually empty “A circus?” The words left Pax’s lips before she could even think about them. This was too good to be true. Obviously whoever ran the show wasn’t the brightest of the bunch if they thought they were going to make a profit in this town, but they had free things at circuses. She vaguely remembered herself as a child, wide-eyed, staring at the sizzling, colorful foods. All she had to do was go down there and join them. Food, a place to stay, and a salary. Lions and tigers and men in weird costumes. Edgy characters looking for fights. It was the perfect answer. As she half-slid half-jogged down the hill, she gave a sharp-toothed grin. She’d be a hit at this circus. Because after all, Pax was talented. |
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| Savitar | Nov 8 2009, 11:15 PM Post #2 |
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{x}----Congratulations!! Pax Messer has been accepted as new character on Thorny Towers. There's not much for me to say about this besides....LOVE! I love where you're taking Pax, or at least where I think you're taking her. Yeah...that really is all I can think of to say. ![]() Your character will be listed in the Roll Call, at which time you can create a profile to be linked to. Please feel free to register with your desired username and begin roleplaying. |
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