Random Contemporary Fantasy One on One (Closed)

Welcome to Caladon, one of the largest cities on the planet and certainly the liveliest! Walk the streets alongside faeries, vampires, orcs, goblins, and just about any other species you can imagine, and by all means enjoy the city. Just be forewarned, the neon lights only help to blind you from the true beings that walk the city and steer clear of Alina's bar. The prices you pay there are higher than you'll ever imagine.

(So, I'm not really sure where this is going, but I've always wanted to fluff around in a contemporary fantasy, and this seemed like the best opportunity I'd get. It takes place in a bar, so you can join up pretty easily. Speak up and jump aboard if you wanna.)

RULES:

• Be nice
• Cussing is fine, but don't be offensive. Slurs are absolutely not allowed!
• Try to give your characters a few weaknesses, we don't want any Mary Sues
• I'd prefer if you ask before joining

Shoot! Templates!

Name:
Age:
Species:
Sexuality/Gender:
Personality (At least 3 traits):
Appearance (Semi detailed or a pic plz):
Talents:
Weaknesses:
Hobbies:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Other:

May I join fren?

Yes to both of you!

Cool. Let me pull up mine

Name: Lyra 'Melody' Elektras
Age: 156 (looks 20ish)
Sexuality/Gender: Pan/Female
Species: Siren
Personality: Lyra is a sweet, bubbly girl, looking for fun wherever she can get it. She's extremely mellow and doesn't let things get her down, turning her thoughts towards the positives of any given situation. She falls in and out of love easily, and lives a life full of emotion because to her it's better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. She likes making people laugh, and will very quickly become a ride or die friend until you start being a dick. She doesn't give negativity any room in her life and does her best to cut out sources of bad energy.
Appearance: Lyra is beautiful, with a tall hourglass figure and smooth, warm beige skin that seems to glow a faint silver. Her hair is a soft aqua blue, falling in loose curls to her mid-thigh. Random sections of hair are woven into intricate braids. Her eyes are the color of the ocean and have no separation between iris, pupil, and white. Her teeth are slightly too sharp, and she can seem a bit off-putting if you look too closely at the details. Lyra usually wears faded, high waisted jean shorts with oversized band shirts tucked into the waist. She accessorizes with teal converse, a blue and white beaded anklet, silver bangles, and circular sunglasses.
Talents: Writing, swimming, playing instruments
Weaknesses: Physically weak, sees the best in everyone, too optimistic
Hobbies: Writing/playing music, writing poetry, swimming
Likes: The beach, staying awake, getting good tans, snow cones
Dislikes: Sunburns, mean people, being yelled at, loud animals

Name: Avery White
Age: Looks 23
Species: A Sirenian Reaper
Sexuality/Gender:
Personality (At least 3 traits): Avery is beat down from years of abuse, he is usually quiet and reserved. When he gets used to someone or doesn't like someone he gets very sarcastic.
Appearance (Semi-detailed or a pic plz): He has chestnut brown hair with chocolate eyes that radiate sadness. He has softer features and would be handsome if not for the multiple scars running down his body from lashings. He is very tall but slouches overs to make him seem smaller.
Talents: A very good spellcaster
Weaknesses: Fire, when he sees fire he freezes.
Hobbies: Baking, drawing, photography
Likes: the ocean, dappled sunlight, intricate patterns and the smell of wet ink
Dislikes: being confronted, ducks, sharks, seahorses
Other:

Oh, looks like we both have Siren type characters
I can go get my oher one if needed

Only if you want to. As long as they have different personalities (Which they very much do) we're fine.

Okay cool

Could I join?

Mind if I join?

All of you can join. We start tomorrow at 9:00 central time.

Should I put down my character?

Yes please.

Okie!

Namd: Clif Eisen-Jeane
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 21
Species: Ascended Werewolf
Personality: ESTJ, often very imposing, both admirable and intimidating. Brooding, but altruistic in nature, often he is grim.but hopeful. He can range from kind and funny to vicious, and obnoxious. Usually a bit pissy, but driven. He mixes the best and worst traits of both humans and wolves. He has little to no grasp over race, ethnicity, gender and sexuality, and can do things perceived as disgusting to humans, still, he has a clear sense of morality, and ethics.
Appearance: Clif is actually, very tall at an astounding 6'4" in stature, with hard facial lines, imposing shoulders, and rigid forearms. He has dark, unruly hair, rum-colored eyes, and lots of scars. His wolf from is larger than most, with thick, they fur, cruelly sharp teeth, and wickedly curved claws, as well as a long, thick, scraggly tail and mane. He retains his rummy eyes.
Talents: He's a skilled motorcyclist, both in riding and working on motorcycles. He's also an adequate shot of he has to be. A skilled businessman and survivalist. Despite his naivety of the human condition, he's very smart.
Weaknesses: A shorty cook, terrible cleaner asvwell. At the end of the day, he's still mortal.
Hobbies: Motorcycle enthusiast. Likes to read manga, listen to obscure music, and play videogames, but sometimes denies this.
Likes: Self-improvement , shonen, FPS, obscure music.
Dislikes: Most fast food, styrofoam, Mondays.
Other: Once got so roaring drunk that he proposed to a vacuum, off sleeping pattern.

Hey @Embyr_Liz, can you put up your sheet?

I'm so sorry! I kept forgetting to check this.

Name: Fritz (last name unknown atm)
Age: 15
Species: human
Sexuality/Gender: male, straight
Personality (At least 3 traits): Extroverted, kind (if slightly weird), kinda cheeky, smart, can think his way through most problems. A people person. Empathetic. (I'm kinda bad at listing personality; most of it shows through when I write, if that makes sense.)
Appearance (Semi detailed or a pic plz): Slightly shorter than average for his age (5' 4"), wavy, medium length sandy blond hair, wide pale brown eyes. Usually wears a vest, a dark pair of pants, and a long dark overcoat. Pale skin, light, barely noticeable freckles. Wears a red bandanna and a pair of dark brown fingerless gloves. Smol, kinda thin.
Talents: He's very quick and quiet on his feet. Observant, can pick out small details very easily. Is good at telling how someone is feeling by their body language or words. Fritz is also good at picking locks and taking things that aren't his.
Weaknesses: Quick to assume, easily lost in thought and often "out of it", likes to take people's things. Impatient. Slightly gullible, too quick to trust.
Hobbies: Reading, occasionally writing, working out puzzles
Likes: Autumn, cool weather, rain, people, mornings, shiny things (specifically watches), animals
Dislikes: Hot weather, summer, silence, tends to dislike anyone who uses brute force excessively.
Other: He's a thief. If this doesn't work out for the story, I'm okay with changing him, just let me know. He has a pet ferret named Xael (female).

This is my first time roleplaying with this setting, so I hope I can write it correctly. Tysm for your patience.

No problem. I'm going to start this now because I'm going to forget if I don't. //

Alina's wasn't the best bar in town by a long shot. In fact, it was probably closer to being the worst. The patrons didn't seem to mind though. For the most part, they didn't come for the bar, at least, not for the drinks. They came for the information the bartenders offered. Dark rituals, celebrity scandals, and the movement of the less savory city businesses. The bartenders heard it all, and they'd pass it on… for a certain price.

Lyra was one of those bartenders, though she was newer at the job than most. Her eyes still shone with positivity, shoulders unweighed by the information she wielded. Today she was the only person behind the bar, and she took her time humming along to the songs on the radio and cleaning dirty cups.

Lyra smirked, revealing her supernaturally sharpened teeth. "Why does everyone always ask that?" She questioned in lieu of an answer. It was a rule at the bar to never answer personal questions. Especially when the customers were doing the asking. "Is there anything you'd like to drink?" She flopped the towel she had been using to clean cups over her shoulder, inching towards the drinks.

Lyra brushed a tendril of hair of her shoulder, flat blue eyes staring up at the ceiling. Her lips were twisted in a wry smile. "Why come to a bar if you don't drink?" She knew, of course. This wasn't a place for drinking, it was a place for trading information. Not that she let on that she knew.

Lyra raised an eyebrow. "That's a pretty tall order, Sis. Do you have anyone in mind, or should I just give you the basic rundown?" She grabbed some different non-alcoholic drinks, mixing up a mocktail so she could do something with her hands. And have something to drink later. This place was boring when it was empty.