A long Night Out: A Dresdenverse List Of Approved Character sheets
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				Title: <strong>A long Night Out: A Dresdenverse List Of Approved Character sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 20:04:40</strong>
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				Character sheets are an important part of the game, please complete them before posting in the IC thread. The more complete your entry, the better time you'll have in the game. Anyone without an approved character sheet will not be permitted to post in the game. You will know that your character sheet has been approved via pm.&nbsp; Do not post your character sheet here until you have received your pm.&nbsp; <br><br>Use the list of approved characters to record your character's impression of the others prior to the game's start.&nbsp; Think of who they know the others to be, who they know and what they feel about each other and any shared history. Is one of the characters below a blood enemy of your characters?&nbsp; Did they use to be lovers?&nbsp; Are they complete strangers?&nbsp; Discuss this in PMs with other players or in the OOC Character thread. Have fun with this, it's a great jumping off place for RP.<br><br><br>Current Approved Writer List:<br>Sephora<br>AndyZ<br>Mister Grimm<br>ElvenKitten<br>Crash<br>Swan
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				Title: <strong>Re: A long Night Out: A Dresdenverse List Of Approved Character sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 20:19:10</strong>
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				<strong>Known name, real name:</strong> Amelia Windhaven,&nbsp; Amelia Fortuna Windhaven <br><br><strong>TYPE:</strong> Changeling<br><br><strong>JOB:</strong> Bar owner.<br><br><strong>AGE:</strong> 27<br><br><strong>SEX:</strong> Female<br><br><strong>APPEARANCE:</strong> (http://www.prohaircut.com/images/emma-stone7_95453.jpg)&nbsp; The first thing people tend to notice about Amelia is her hair.&nbsp; The dark red color is kind of hard to miss.&nbsp; When she has enough time on her hands to take care of herself, it will usually be well brushed and shiny, but more often than not it will be messily shoved inside of a bun or ponytail; unwashed and neglected.&nbsp; Her eyes are a pretty shade of green, and when they aren't reflecting her exhaustion, can actually be rather bright.&nbsp; She has a round face with a splatter of freckles, and when she looks in the mirror she finds it to be rather symmetrical in nature.&nbsp; Her body is rather slender, and her height fairly average at 5, 6".&nbsp; In fact, the total normal nature of her overall attractiveness is better proof than anything else that Amelia isn't using glamour on her appearance.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>ORIENTATION:</strong> Straight<br><br><strong>FLAW:</strong> She is a bit in over her head when it comes to keeping her business afloat. She's worked for her father at the bar for a good chunk of her life, and she'd always assumed that one day the place would be hers...but not this soon.&nbsp; Amelia can let her work overwhelm her, and that stress bleeds into other areas of her life.&nbsp; She can get so caught up in keeping her business alive, that she'll ignore just about everything else.&nbsp; It's led to problems in the past.&nbsp; It doesn't help matters that she is trying to run a bar when technology has always been iffy with her.&nbsp; Try negotiating prices with a distributer when the line keeps breaking up.&nbsp; As previously mentioned, Amelia is something of a soft touch.&nbsp; Her own history with the supernatural has made her sensitive to the needs of her community.&nbsp; A sad enough story is virtually guaranteed to garner her sympathy, if not her aid. <br><br>Additionally, Amelia is no fighter.&nbsp; She spends the majority of her time working at the bar, the rest of her time trying to deal with the more mystical aspects of her nature; when exactly is she supposed to hit the gym?&nbsp; It's not exactly hard to take her down in a fist fight.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>BIOGRAPHY:</strong>&nbsp; Amelia Windhaven is the current owner of Windhaven's Last call, as well as living proof that changeling's don't HAVE to surrender their humanity in order to be succesful.&nbsp; Windhaven's last call has been around for years, and it's been in the Windhaven family for just as long.&nbsp; Amelia's great-grandfather began the bar and it's been handed down every generation ever since.&nbsp; Two year's ago, Amelia's Father died under less than normal circumstances, leaving the young woman the bar.&nbsp; While there were some incidents where things didn't turn out perfectly (an exploding karaoke machine, a murder taking place in the back) things have settled and the otherworldy residents of the city can sleep calmly knowing that their favored drinking hole isn't going anywhere.&nbsp; <br><br>Amelia's own life has always been pretty straightforward.&nbsp; Her Mother was a summer court fae, and her Father was a normal person who just happened to run a bar that was popular with the magical crowd.&nbsp; Nine months after an awkward one night stand, Mr. Windhaven found himself to be a single Dad.&nbsp; Amelia is 'lucky' enough to have met her Mother before.&nbsp; A strange woman who bounced back and forth from extreme somberness to extreme agitation seemingly at random.&nbsp; It was hardly the bonding moment a young girl dreams of.&nbsp; After her Father died, her Mother arrived, assuming that now that Amelia's only living relative was gone she'd be prepared to become a true fae and join the summer court.&nbsp; That wasn't what happened.&nbsp; <br><br>Amelia treats Windhaven's Last Call as her own personal last stand.&nbsp; It's success is her success.&nbsp; The magical and the mundane don't have to exist separately, which means she can continue to exist as a changeling without surrendering any part of herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;This inner battle makes her sensitive to the plight of her customers, many of whom have their own inner demons to keep at bay.&nbsp; She's a bit of a soft touch, and she's been known to hide a runaway here and there, or extend a tab when necessary.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Abilities:</strong> She can glamour with the best of them.&nbsp; Illusions and veils being a real trick of the trade.&nbsp; She can feel inside of herself that if she really wanted to,&nbsp; she could draw on the power of the summer court, and use some seelie magic.&nbsp; She's had nightmares about whose attention that might draw, and what it would do to her.&nbsp; She'll stick to her illusions, thanks.&nbsp; Beyond that, Amelia is a smart cookie.&nbsp; Working at a bar teaches you a thing or two about people.&nbsp; She's seen all kinds walk through the doors of Windhaven's Last Call, it's become quite difficult to get one up over her.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br><strong>REPUTATION:</strong>&nbsp; Owner of Windhaven's Last Call, the supernatural community's go-to place to drink away the trauma.&nbsp; She inherited the bar two years ago. She's doing surprisingly well.&nbsp; She collects favors the way other people collect stamps and snowglobes.&nbsp; She'll drop your tab for a different kind of price as long as she thinks you've got use.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">People She knows</div><div class="spoiler_body">Charity DeArca:&nbsp; A close friend, even though Amelia hasn't the faintest idea as to what her real name is. "Charity DeArca?"&nbsp; Come on.&nbsp; Charity is a regular at Windhaven's Last Call, and even better than that, one who knows how to keep her tab paid off.&nbsp; She's always hunting down those things that go bump in the night, and whenever Amelia knows something is going down; Charity is the first one she calls.&nbsp; She's a loyal friend, and a good person.<br><br>Jacob Scar:&nbsp; A wizard who is almost eternally indebted to Windhaven's, due his status as a regular and his fluctuating paychecks.&nbsp; He's paid in favors before, and while Amelia appreciates a good ward on her apartment, sometimes she'd appreciate physical cash more.&nbsp; He's not exactly what she'd call a friend, or a 'nice' guy, but the man knows how to get things done.&nbsp; She can respect that.&nbsp; <br><br>Jonas Ericksson:&nbsp; Have you ever fed a stray only to have it hang around you forever afterwards?&nbsp; That's kind of what happened between Amelia and Jonas.&nbsp; She'd been taking out the trash when she'd stumbled on a half dead changeling in the alleyway.&nbsp; Soft touch that she is, she took him in, patched him up, and fed him.&nbsp; Now he works at the bar and seems to feel that it's his personal responsibility to keep both the bar and Amelia safe.&nbsp; He's a good bartender, and thanks to his hulking mass there have been fewer signs of trouble, so Amelia takes it in stride.&nbsp; Still, Amelia can't help but feel responsible for Jonas.&nbsp; Hulking brute or not, he's still a kid.<br>More to come....<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A long Night Out: A Dresdenverse List Of Approved Character sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 20:21:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">CHARACTER SHEET</span></span></div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/23blonde3_zps656a14ef.jpg)</div><br><strong>Known name, real name:</strong> Grace DeArca, Stephanie Jasmine Milano<br><br><strong>TYPE:</strong> Champion of God<br><br><strong>JOB:</strong>&nbsp; She has a decent nest egg from her former life, but beyond that, God provides.<br><br><strong>AGE:</strong> 23<br><br><strong>SEX:</strong> Female<br><br><strong>APPEARANCE:</strong> Her usual clothing ensemble is more functional than fashionable, as well as cheap.&nbsp; More often than not, her jeans have holes that look pre-sliced, as if she'd had to cut into them to remove stains.&nbsp; Thankfully, black boots wash off more easily.&nbsp; Her shirts run the gamut from T-shirts to sweaters depending on the weather.&nbsp; Occasionally she splurges with some makeup.<br><br><strong>ORIENTATION:</strong> Bisexual<br><br><strong>FLAW:</strong> <ul class="bbc_list"><li>An inability to let go of the past: Grace still hasn't forgiven herself for all the things she's done which were evil.&nbsp; Sleeping around isn't evil (though it's hardly pure) unless the person is married, but she's slept with married men and women.&nbsp; Names and faces continue to haunt her, and she logically understands that one can repent and ask for God's forgiveness, but it doesn't make it any easier to forgive herself.</li><li>Having to keep her head down so she isn't found: you don't ever leave a Family, except in a pine box.&nbsp; She's faked her death, changed her name, and done any number of other things, but if anyone from Miami finds out that she's still alive, she'll have to either convince or kill them before the Family sends enough resources at her to convince anyone else of the foolishness of trying to leave.</li><li>Temptation to return to the Family and a "less pure" existence: Grace mostly does a good job of not getting drunk and fooling around.&nbsp; Mostly.&nbsp; She already knows that she's not great at being a truly good person, but the things she wants to do have no place in serving God.&nbsp; She sees it as a temptation because even getting a family would deter her from her task; how would she go out and hunt evil while she's pregnant?&nbsp; What if the one night she gets plastered is a night where she's needed by God?&nbsp; What if - Heaven forbid - she uses her old name while drunk?</li></ul><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">BIOGRAPHY</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>BIOGRAPHY:</strong> People often hear the news about a serial killer and wonder how people can do such a thing.&nbsp; The thing is, they're looking at it from their own perspective.&nbsp; It can be so easy to stare at a life devoid of grime and wonder why other people aren't so clean and pure.<br><br>When evil all you know, the idea of living a good life doesn't even make any sense.&nbsp; That's as true in Miami as it is in Seattle.<br><br>Stephanie Jasmine Milano was a lot of things, and none of them were very good, but the one that most people understand best is assassin.&nbsp; Real life isn't like an action movie where people are trained from birth and can execute a person at 300 yards with a pistol, or come in through the vents, and Stephanie needed little more than a pretty face and basic understanding of firearms to get herself a degree of prestige in organized crime.<br><br>When she started out, it was simply as a spotter.&nbsp; Working with a team, she'd follow a particular target, eventually backing away to allow someone else to take over.&nbsp; Stealth isn't as easy as the movies, either, because anyone deliberately trying to be stealthy will immediately be noticed for a change in behavior.&nbsp; It takes practice to walk without your footsteps making much noise, staying reasonably close to walls and staying fast enough to not be glimpsed for more than a moment or two.<br><br>Eventually, they gave her a gun and instructed her in its use, telling her to put a few bullets in the head of the target.&nbsp; Once she did it, she really, truly belonged.&nbsp; She found out about the Family, the secret group of assassins responsible for any number of deaths throughout the centuries.&nbsp; Most of the jobs were in Miami, but a few of them required plane or train passage while she had an ironclad alibi back home.<br><br>A lot of great people worked in Miami, and she misses quite a few of them.&nbsp; Wheels, her driver, would pick her up even if it was three in the morning and she was too drunk to walk straight.&nbsp; She never did find out his real name.&nbsp; The Family accountant kept her inundated with enough money that she could buy a new dress each season, now represented just with her nest egg, a finite resources which should last her for a few more years if she keeps her expenses low.&nbsp; God often provides in little ways, but there's no sense tempting Him by rushing through that money, and she knows that something will happen to help her by the time it's gone.<br><br>Once, it was a politician.&nbsp; She doesn't remember which one, but she didn't have to kill him.&nbsp; They were in the middle of having sex when she pulled a gun on him and told him, as she'd been instructed, that he'd have to honor his debts or he'd never feel safe again.&nbsp; The pervert actually got even more turned on, though he promised to do the right thing.<br><br>There's just something about having a family that cares about you, even if that family isn't yours by blood.&nbsp; How do you abandon the only people that know you even if they ask difficult things from you?&nbsp; Even if you end up with nightmares?&nbsp; If not for Gabriel Minaco, she might never have left.&nbsp; Well, if not for the other man with him.<br><br>Back then, a target was just a target.&nbsp; She knew habits, rituals, appearance, but nothing to actually make Gabriel any more than a corpse-to-be.&nbsp; She didn't know his favorite color, or the sound of his laugh, or any of the other dozens of little things that would leave her desperate to understand the lives she snuffed out.<br><br>Gabriel was different only in that he was already dead when she got there.&nbsp; Seated in his chair, he might well have only been asleep but for the recognition she held from someone who'd seen enough dead bodies to know the difference.&nbsp; Standing over him was another man, immaculately dressed and offering her a smile.&nbsp; "Hello, Stephanie."<br><br>Quick as lightning, her hands went up to snuff the witness.&nbsp; The only thing to stop her was that he knew her name.&nbsp; This had to be some sort of a setup.<br><br>"God still loves you, Stephanie."&nbsp; She hated him for that, for not being afraid of her, for his smug arrogance.&nbsp; "Aren't you tired of living like this?&nbsp; Aren't you tired of the nightmares?"<br><br>At the time, she didn't know why she didn't shoot him.&nbsp; Looking back, it only made sense that he was exactly right.&nbsp; She did want a way out; she just didn't know it.&nbsp; She would like to say that she felt something, then, but so much of those moments feel more like a dream.<br><br>The only proof she had that it happened was the cross necklace.&nbsp; Belonging to Joan of Arc and passed down throughout history, it gives its bearer the ability to heal wounds that might otherwise cripple a person.&nbsp; With all the damage she's taken over the years since, she's needed it.<br><br>Before the night had ended, something - luck, fate, destiny, intuition, or simply providence - brought her up against her first monster.&nbsp; Whatever it was, it had collected quite a few fresh corpses in an alley, with a plethora of bones already bitten clean.&nbsp; Obviously her skills were needed for something better than a group of assassins, and the thing responded as well to bullets as people did.<br><br>Years have passed since, but it took only a few days for her to fake her death, use a few contacts to get a new identity, bleach her hair and move all the way to Seattle.&nbsp; It's easy to say that God forgives her, but she'd have to forgive herself first.&nbsp; Certainly it doesn't help that knowing what her old life was life makes it so tempting to go back.&nbsp; As far as she knows, her old life is gone, but there's always the worry that someone in Miami will somehow find her and her old family will want her back.<br></div></div><br><br><strong>Abilities:</strong> As a servant of God, her presence in a home increases its threshold, providence directs her to specific locations as she is needed and occasionally guides her actions, and her holy presence can be focused like a weapon against those vulnerable to the power of faith.&nbsp; On very rare occasions, things have been desperate enough to make her pray for miracles.&nbsp; Finally, her cross necklace aids her in healing to a degree even beyond that of a wizard.<br><br>Her mortal skills are nothing to sneeze at, albeit by mortal standards.&nbsp; Decent talent in shooting may not have been truly necessary as a slayer of mortals, but she's had more than enough time and practice now to hone them to a fine edge.&nbsp; She can make her own ammunition (though she never inherited any jewelry) and prefers a full metal jacket of steel over a core of lead, with each round dipped in holy water just in case it makes a difference.&nbsp; She ordinarily carries a Desert Eagle .50, and she's had practice in working with the recoil so that the gun jumps to where the target will be instead of trying to keep her arms straight, with a .38 revolver hidden in her boot.&nbsp; For even more desperate times, a sniper rifle waits in a briefcase at her apartment.<br><br>She's heard stories that some of the Blessed have the ability to make bullets so holy that holy water isn't needed, and each round carries such divine fury that the supernatural have no means of ignoring such judgment.&nbsp; Whether or not it's true, she can't do it, or at least hasn't been able yet.<br><br>Outside of firearms, her combat skills are pretty laughable.&nbsp; She can throw a punch or kick, but unless she gets the element of surprise, it's barely going to be enough to handle a mundane.&nbsp; The first time she saw someone draw a sword, she really did laugh; if not for the cross necklace, she'd still be laughing every time she saw the deep scar across her chest.&nbsp; Or crying.<br><br>She's very perceptive, and not great at running by marathon standards but she can handle several blocks without issue and can jump to the ladder of a fire escape when her life requires it.&nbsp; Years of life in Seattle, along with being willing to deal with the problems that so many others want to ignore and wait for someone else to handle, have afforded her a number of friends and contacts.&nbsp; She's mastered the art of sneaking around without looking like you're sneaking, and looking for trouble has afforded her some minor talents in investigating.<br><br>Along with a number of mundane things like a smartphone and flashlight, Grace keeps a burner phone constantly off.&nbsp; Technology just has a way of getting goofy around the supernatural, and if she ever has to make a call, it's good to know that she has a backup phone.<br><br><strong>REPUTATION:</strong>&nbsp; Grace DeArca is one of the closer things to a hunter in the modern age, albeit far from an indiscriminate one.&nbsp; There is good and evil in the world, and supernatural doesn't automatically imply evil, but few other people can deal with supernatural evil the way she can.&nbsp; Being born with magic is very different from selling your soul to demons for power, and murder is murder regardless of whether magic is used.&nbsp; She's had more than enough time to separate herself from the religious stereotypes.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Writing Prompts</div><div class="spoiler_body">6.&nbsp; Writing prompts!&nbsp; Choose two of the three.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 1. Your character had a one night stand.&nbsp; Do a write up on the morning after.<br><br>She'd done it again.<br><br>Grace looked around the crummy apartment, her head still pounding from the alcohol.&nbsp; It was so easy to tell herself that she could just relax, that one drink wouldn't hurt, that she wouldn't slide back to her old way of life.<br><br>Even if she didn't have to worry about her name slipping, though, she knew full well that that wasn't true.&nbsp; She knew how easy it would be to stop walking into the valley of the shadow of death, to settle down and live a happy life, but that just wasn't her path.<br><br>What kind of a girlfriend would she be to this man, anyway?&nbsp; She tried to think, but couldn't even remember his name.&nbsp; He was sleeping so peacefully, but he didn't deserve to see her sneak out night after night, to come home bruised and battered, possibly even making the neighbors know whether he was beating her.<br><br>Quiet as she could, she dressed and sneaked out of the apartment, unable to make herself even write him a letter of apology.&nbsp; Part of her wanted to believe that she'd just been another conquest, that he'd kick her out anyway, and that she wouldn't even care that he was gone.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 2.&nbsp; Your character finds themselves experiencing prolonged eye contact with a side dish of soulgazing.&nbsp; How does it happen, and what happens afterwards?<br><br>"How am I supposed to trust you?" he asked.<br><br>"Do you really need me to go into a theological lecture on what a 'witch' meant back then?" she asked him.&nbsp; "You all do a fantastic job of hiding; does it surprise you that people didn't understand and thought that all of you made unholy bargains?"<br><br>She'd forgotten.<br><br>Somewhere along the line, she'd been warned about making eye contact.&nbsp; The last few years had been filled with so much information that she'd forgotten about what it meant to look into a person's eyes for too long, especially a wizard.<br><br>This was her childhood - no, his childhood.&nbsp; She was never this cold, but she couldn't feel her hands.&nbsp; His hands.&nbsp; His hands were freezing, but no matter how hard she banged on the door, Mom just wouldn't open up.&nbsp; Mom was doing something again in that study that was always locked, and he'd been locked out again.<br><br>He was there, then, when he finally got into the study.&nbsp; Maybe he wasn't old enough to be an adult, but he was old enough that things were happening.&nbsp; Magic.&nbsp; Real magic.<br><br>Down at the schoolyard again, the bullies were back.&nbsp; Charity didn't want to see this.&nbsp; Didn't she have enough of her own troubles?&nbsp; Trapped on the ride, she wanted the wizard in training struggle not to use his gifts for evil.&nbsp; When he failed, it was little surprise, but he'd ultimately shown mercy.&nbsp; Mercy was what was in his heart, mercy and a desire to end suffering however he could.<br><br>By the time Grace came back to herself, the wizard had released his blasting rod, showing her sympathy.&nbsp; "You really have changed," he reassured her.&nbsp; "If anyone can let the past go, you can."<br><br>That was not a topic she was interested in discussing.&nbsp; If anything, she wanted to chew him out for tricking her into the soulgaze, but how do you hate on someone when it's your own fault for being goaded.&nbsp; "You ready to go deal with this now?" she asked.<br><br>He nodded, heading for the parking lot.&nbsp; "I hope you don't mind a car without air conditioning."<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A long Night Out: A Dresdenverse List Of Approved Character sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Grimm</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 20:38:55</strong>
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				<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/17/LucasDeviRP.jpg)</div><strong>KNOWN NAME / REAL NAME:</strong> <br>Jacob Scar&nbsp; / Jacob Alexander Maximilian Scarborough<br><br><strong>TYPE:</strong> <br>Wizard<br><br><strong>JOB</strong>:&nbsp; <br>An assortment of job jobs, some of which he doesn't like to even talk about.<br><br><strong>AGE</strong>: <br>Perceived Age - Twenty Seven<br>Actual Age - Unknown<br><br><strong>SEX</strong>: <br>Male <br><br><strong>APPEARANCE</strong>:<br>Jacob is a pretty imposing guy in his own right, but only because he stands a head above the rest of the crowd at 6'4". Medium length brown hair can on be messy on occasion, but his appearance is generally well kept if he can afford the time of making himself look proper, and green eyes often are alight from amusement. <br><br><strong>ORIENTATION</strong>:<br>Straight<br><br><strong>FLAW</strong>: <br>- Lacks the finesse required for veils and glamors, as well as shields unless he has a focus in working order. <br>- Has a bad habit of going into situations unprepared, and acts on instinct rather that thinking things through.<br>- While he can put together basic potions, it was never an aspect of magic that he particularly cared for, so he couldn't make a potion even if his life depended on it.<br><br>BIOGRAPHY: <br>Jacob's early life was less than spectacular, since as the youngest of four he was always left in the dust of his more skilled brothers and sisters. He really didn't start making a splash until he started coming&nbsp; into his power, but it usually dropped him off on the wrong side of the line with his father; a Warden of the White Council. Despite the grueling training that his father put him through, Jacob was never able to grasp the finer points of magic or hone his art enough to do more delicate spells. Because of this, his father often seemed disappointed in him and never outwardly displayed his approval despite the fact that Jacob had more power than any of his siblings.<br><br>Originally from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Jacob relocated regularly after finishing his basic schooling at the age of eighteen to distance himself from his family and to carve his own path in the world. He didn't really want the life of a Warden like his father, and his siblings that also tried to climb the ranks, which eventually lead him to Seattle after working his way up the West coast two and a half years ago. There was a certain cluster of supernatural happenings there that drew him in like a scrap of metal to a magnet, and he soon set up shop doing whatever job seemed to come his way.<br><br>ABILITIES:<br>Jacob can swing with the best of them, or so he would like to think. Physically, Jacob is in the best shape of his life and has great endurance, but compared to the rest of the world, he hardly even compares. That's where is magic comes into play. His spells ooze raw power, but he lacks the fineness required for the more subtle aspects of the arts like veils. Kinetomancy is his forte, but he has been finding that he is also pretty handy when it comes to Pyromancy. Another field of magic that Jacob seems fairly capable with is enchantments, as he regularly maintains the warded jacket he wear and the silver bangle he wears on his right wrist that serves as his primary focus for shields.<br><br><br>REPUTATION:&nbsp; If you need something done, and something done loudly, then Jacob is your man. Assuming you can afford him, which is a very possible thing.<br><br><br><strong>6.&nbsp; Writing prompts!</strong><br>---- One Night Stand Aftermath Prompt<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Just like every other morning, Jacob was awoken to the sound of his alarm clock blaring and couldn't get the damn thing to stop despite his best efforts. The thought of blasting the offending object had tiptoed into his mind, but it had other information to contend with as he tried to roll and found himself unable to. The numbed arm should have been a dead give away, since it wasn't unusual for him to crawl into bed naked, but the redhead slumbering beside him had almost given him a start. He battled with himself as he tried to figure out who she was, but memories of last night alluded him as everything had been a drunken blur. A sick feeling settled in Jacob's stomach when he wondered if anything else had happened last night, since a drunk wizard was a very dangerous thing, but a quick survey of the room seemed to show that everything was in order. He would have to probe the regulars of Windhaven's Last Call for additional details since that is where he blew his most recent paycheck, assuming he didn't do anything that would have barred him from the tavern.<br><br>A popping noise to the left of him gave Jacob another start and more details started to assault him as he began to realize that this wasn't even his apartment. First off, Jacob didn't own anything that could be considered flowery. Secondly, the last time that Jacob had checked, his alarm clock was an ancient Gustav Becker model that he had picked up in an antiques store somewhere in Southern California, not something that was digital or something that got a radio signal. The popping noise gave way to a sickly high pitched whine, causing the girl next to him in bed to&nbsp; jolt upright and stare in dismay. <em>Most have cost a mint,</em> Jacob thought sourly. Given her reaction, Jacob bet she was a mundane - his father's word for people that had never had contact with the supernatural - though it could have just been naked surprise as well. He confirmed it as well when she gave him a scathing look and went as far as throwing his clothes at him.<br><br><em>Well then. At least nothing of mine is broken,</em> he mused darkly to himself as he buckled his jeans and got out as fast as he could. His Jeep must have still been back at the bar, unless it had been impounded for staying out the whole night, so he hunted for a pay phone - a rarity in this day and age - and called up a cab to pick his sorry ass up, while trying and failing to deal with the monstrous hangover that accompanied a night of heavy drinking. </div></div><br><br><br>--- Soulgaze prompt<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">There was a reason that Jacob never liked making eye contact, but in certain situations it was completely unavoidable. Like when a cop pulls you over and forces you in order to ascertain that you aren't high on any drugs or have been drinking alcohol like it was water. Jacob had been doing neither of those things, and aside from a snarky comment or two about going six miles an hour over the speed limit, he was doing nothing wrong. The cop, as far as it appeared, was only trying to do his job and Jacob - some part deep inside of him, at least - could respect that.&nbsp; Or would have, anyways.<br><br>It only took a few beats to happen, since unfortunately this cop wasn't wearing any sunglasses, and Jacob felt himself sink into his seat as the visions pinned him down. While he had some clue as to what his soul looked like, this cop in front of him really struck him hard. He was unsure if whether to judge the man as corrupt or if he had just seen some shit in his time, but his soul looked like the rotting remains of a once well constructed house. The foundation of his soul still looked strong, but with the walls torn out and the support beams of the house showing, it was like you could see its bones. The paint of the remaining walls were white in large splotches, but chipped and peeling yellow elsewhere. A smoker probably, or he lived with someone that did. Tiptoeing through the Soulgaze, Jacob noticed that any and all reflective surface in the house was either smudged by a thick layer of soot, or cracked so that any reflection was fractured into a million smaller ones. <br><br>Upon reaching the center of the rotted house, Jacob came across the officer and was surprised at how seemingly normal he was in contrast to the house around him. But then the small wrecked frame of a woman caught his attention, and he instantly felt sick in his stomach. The woman was skeletal in her appearance, and a heavy black miasma shrouded her like a quilt meant to keep her warm, yet she was only shivering. A long winding chain bound the two together, shackled at their ankles, and Jacob wondered if that was a representation of their connection. It was taking ball and chain to a new level, but he had a feeling that the appearance wasn't as harsh as it seemed. It was then that the officer seemed to notice him, or at least the soul's version of the officer, and he was quickly expelled after the reflection screamed, "Get out!"<br><br>The following minute after being abruptly forced out of the soulgaze was disorientating and Jacob could see that the officer wasn't faring any better. Or at least, that was the conclusion he drew when the made grew green and the face and almost ran for the nearest bush. Was his soul really that bad? Or was it too much information for the cop. He was let off with a warning to slow down as the cop beat a hasty retreat to his car and Jacob sat for a second longer piecing together what he saw in the man's soul. It took him good second to realize what he saw, and the fleeting respect he had for the man grew tenfold. You had to respect someone who could still look so strong when the person they loved was dying. </div></div><br>People he knows :<br>WIP
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				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 04:43:30</strong>
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				Known name, real name: Alexis Walker “Witchbane” (Alexis Luana Jacobson)<br>TYPE: Wizard <br><br>JOB:&nbsp; Mercenary/ Bodyguard<br><br>AGE: 26<br><br>SEX: Female<br><br>APPEARANCE: <div class="floatright">(http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/Elvenkitten/tumblr_inline_mi9xegRqA21qz4rgp_zpsfb9f5e5d.jpg)</div> Alexis is around 5'5 with dark red hair and blue eyes, Pretty in the girl next door sort of way and usually dresses in tomboyish clothing when not in her combat clothing,&nbsp; clothing (black tactical gear)<br>ORIENTATION: Bisexual<br><br>FLAW: Her sisters protector: She worries too much about her sister and is sometimes prone to irrational behavior when Kate is threatened. <br>Red in her ledger: She has frequent night terrors about the things she’s done and often has a habit of drinking and having random flings leaving her open to attack from house Raith. <br>Trust Issues: Alexis has a problem trusting people and doesn't let people get too close, even Kate has trouble getting through the walls she has built up. <br>Terrible sense of diection: Alexis could get lost in her own house and the simple act of map reading confuses her no end. <br>Awful driver: Getting from A to B is fine in light traffic but pull anything more difficult and watch the sparks fly (sometimes literally) <br><br><br>BIOGRAPHY: After the mysterious deaths of her parents Alexis and her little sister Kate were adopted by a family friend Malcolm Warner, a wizard known by the council but not part of it. He was a kind patient man who treated the girls like they were his own blood. When Alexis started to show signs of a talent he gave the magic talk and told her about the Laws of Magic and gave her the choice of letting her powers wither or let him train herr. <br><br>She decided to be trained rather than let her power wither away&nbsp; He trained Alexis as a wizard and how to fight with various mundane weapons. One day during training they were attacked by someone claiming to be a&nbsp; Warden of the White council and her adopted father was killed in front of her. Though her training was incomplete she managed to bind the Wardens magic and severely injure him before he escaped.<br><br>Blinded by a thirst for vengeance she began taking contracts from the red court to kill Wardens, she became known as Witchbane by the Red Court and the wardens started to pick up on this. During a rather vicious struggle with a Warden she accidentally triggered a soul gaze and knew then she had been wrong about the Wardens. She was able to save the Warden before one of the ghouls she had following her killed him and disapeared leaving her mask behind and note that said "I'm so sorry". She broke all ties with the reds and started helping people with her abilities to hopefully clean the dark stain from her soul. <br>&nbsp;<br><br>Being fairly new on the scene in her current persona she is having trouble staying in the lifestyle she has become accustomed to. Alexis moved to Seattle to start fresh and keep her sister out of trouble. The Wardens are still looking for “Witchbane” a nickname that she wishes never caught on.<br><br>Kate Walker (Katie Elizabeth Jacobson)<br><br>Kate is a good student but has a bit of a rebellious streak much to her older sisters chagrin. She worries about her big sister and is often concerned about the risks she takes. She is more bubbly and outgoing than her big sister and easily fits into the popular crowd at school.&nbsp; Kate has recently gained a fascination with bad boy types much to her big sisters dismay. <br>.<br>ABILITIES: She is trained in Thaumaturgy and evocation though is very uncontrolled in this area. She is skilled at creating magical foci&nbsp; and spellwrought items. She is able to use the sight though she tries not to. She can throw a punch but prefers to keep distance from her target, an expert shot with a bow and knows how to hold a gun but finds them too loud. She has a police baton the acts as the foci for her evocation and has a ward bracelet made up of 8-12 quartz beads that shatter when the defensive magic is expended. She favors bows and crossbows as weapons and has several spellwrought arrows and bolts. <br><br><br>REPUTATION:&nbsp; Under her current alias she is still building her reputation but she has helped a number of people and is known to be competent and discreet. She is also known as a devoted big sister.&nbsp; Her reputation under the Witchbane alias was that of a cold remorseless killing machine.<br>6.&nbsp; Writing prompts!&nbsp; Choose two of the three.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> 1. Alexis woke up slowly the sunlight blaring through the hotel windows and her head pounded a soft feminine arm draped over her waist fingers idly tracing patterns on her stomach. She let out a little moan enjoying the attentions as her memories of the night before flooded back to her. The security conference had been rather interesting and she was able to expand her list of contacts. The hotel bar afterward was when things became more than a little interesting however. She met the blonde she remembered from the Monoc Securities and they started talking shop and one thing led to another. She had ended up in her hotel room spotting her analog alarm clock the hotel's digital one having long since succumbed to her presence in the room.<br><br>She wanted to stay her for the rest of the day, but she had responsibilities back home. She scrutinised her clock again seeing it was still early and sighed and decided to enjoy this feeling for a couple of hours. She moved to face the blonde with a smile studying the woman's face, she was pretty and seemed softer than the others of her kind Alexis had encountered but that was why she was in PR Alexis guessed. The blondes eyes fluttered open and she smiled warmly pressing Alexis into a deep kiss drawing her back in her memories of last night, a couple more hours couldn't&nbsp; hurt could they? </div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">2. A Night off, Kate on a trip to some stuffy monument in DC and a rather large pay packet from her last job had Alexis in an overly jovial mood. The mood had taken her to an overly trendy spot in a dress, well not just any dress but any sort of dress tends to be unexpected with Alexis. The club had opened a week or so ago and Lauren, her neighbour had been bugging Alexis to go wit her. <br><br>She knew something was wrong when her ward bracelet started to get warm and a pale looking goddess of a woman approached, she had long dark hair and looked like her dress had been painted onto her perfect body. Lauren was off flirting with some shirtless guys near dancefloor that was turning into some sort of orgy pit…. this was one of Felicia’s places all right. Felicia Raith approached Alexis homing in like a predator and Alexs could do nothing but stand there Stars and stones not her not tonight not in this dress. <br><br>Felicia forced Alexis down on the sofa with a&nbsp; single delicate index finger to the bare skin of her chest her nipples now visibly hard through the dress Alexis was sent into a quivering wreck by just a single touch. Next came the kiss and Alexis surrendered herself to the vampire or at least her body did.&nbsp; The kiss was hungry and hot and she had no choice but to enjoy it, Felicia didn’t seem to mind an audience and one of Alexis’s breasts was already free of the dress Felicia torturing the nipple with her tongue and teeth and Alexis just whimpered powerless as she felt a hand move up her legs and Felicia started to feed. <br><br>At least she would have but Alexis was startled back to the driving seat of her own body, one of the quartz beads of her ward bracelet had shattered and the psychic bitchslap it gave Felicia had shaken the control from Alexis. She followed it up with a blast of force from her ring that had been charging for weeks now. Felicia flew into the bar like a truck had hit her and Alexis strolled over another force ring leveled at the Vampire “Nice to see you again Felicia, maybe our next meeting will be less...rapey?” <br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A long Night Out: A Dresdenverse List Of Approved Character sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 04:57:11</strong>
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				<strong>Known name, real name:</strong> Jonas Eriksson<br><br><strong>TYPE:</strong> Changeling (Elder Gruff)<br><br><strong>JOB:</strong>&nbsp; Bartender<br><br><strong>AGE:</strong> 22<br><br><strong>SEX:</strong> Male<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">APPEARANCE</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/GruffCharacter02.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/GruffCharacter.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>ORIENTATION:</strong> Hetero<br><br><strong>FLAW:</strong> Brotherly Love:&nbsp; Jonas’s Elder Gruff brothers are constantly testing him and trying to get him to join the Summer Court for good.&nbsp; These tests are meant to toughen their little brother up and get him prepared to take his rightful place.&nbsp; It only makes things worse that they really believe they have his best interests at heart.&nbsp; After all they love the little guy.&nbsp; Jonas’s human brother Nils is headed down a bad path.&nbsp; He hasn’t crossed over to the dark side yet, but he is walking on the edge and as much as Jonas is frustrated with him he still cares and would bale his brother out even if it meant getting himself in trouble.<br><br>Sucker for a Pretty Face:&nbsp; A pretty face and a sob story will go a long way in getting Jonas’s help.&nbsp; Gruffs are an honorable race and Jonas seems to have inherited that trait in spades.&nbsp; It does allow for him to be manipulated up to a point.&nbsp; Of course that honorable nature can cut both ways.&nbsp; If you betray Jonas he doesn’t forgive easy.<br><br>My Father’s Sword:&nbsp; The gigantic sword Jonas retrieved at the behest of his brothers is glamoured so that others do not pay it any attention unless it is drawn.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even still it is a symbol of the Summer Court which makes it a marker of sorts that the Winter Court would love to have in its possession.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>BIOGRAPHY:</strong>&nbsp; Jonas grew up poor and never knew his father.&nbsp; His mother remarried when he was little, but she didn’t make good decisions when it came to love.&nbsp; Jonas’s step father wasn’t a terrible guy, but he had a bit of a temper and little ambition and so he wasn’t much of a provider.&nbsp; Jonas’s half-brother Nils is three years younger than Jonas and has a bit of his father’s temper, but he is family and Jonas was raised with the belief that you don’t give up on family so despite their differences in personality they were close.<br><br>Jonas was always big and strong, a gift from his father that would manifest later in life than most changelings.&nbsp; He was also the responsible one in the family.&nbsp; Throughout high school Jonas worked full time giving his money to his mom to help make ends meet.&nbsp; The only time he took away from work was to play football.&nbsp; As calm and gentle as Jonas was his early years left him with a lot to be angry about.&nbsp; He was too young to be the man of the house, but had assumed much of that roll when his stepdad was between jobs. Football gave Jonas a way to get his anger and aggression out in a healthy way and he was very good at it.&nbsp; It became clear early that he had a special talent one that would assure him a scholarship to college and a shot at something more.&nbsp; <br><br>His parents were so happy when he was accepted to the University of Washington with a full athletic scholarship.&nbsp; The prouder his parents were of him the more jealous Nils became.&nbsp; He lashed out and rebelled and where Jonas often did the right thing Nils when out of his way to do the wrong thing.&nbsp; Despite his brother’s behavior the first two years at the University of Washington went well, but early in his third year he fell strangely ill.&nbsp; It was his first change.&nbsp; He thought he was hallucinating when his other brothers popped in through the nevernever to welcome him to the family.&nbsp; They explained to him who and what he was and who his father was.&nbsp; It took Jonas quite some time to come to grips with this, but his Elder Gruff brothers weren’t inclined to sit around and wait for him to get his head on straight.&nbsp; The next day at practice they dropped six-limbed predatory feline-like beast on fey steroids in the defensive huddle to see how he would react.&nbsp; Jonas manage to wrangle the critter before it killed anyone, but for that weekend’s game U-Dub had a long injury report written off as a particularly chippy practice.&nbsp; <br><br>These little “tests” meant to toughen the Gruffs “little brother” up became for frequent and more dangerous.&nbsp; His older brothers didn’t leave him completely defenseless and taught him how to defend himself, but with each training the “tests” got more difficult and ended with more collateral damage.&nbsp; &nbsp;Jonas dropped out the next semester much to his mother and father’s disappointment and his brother’s delight.<br><br>His older brother’s rejoiced and turned up their “training” regiment.&nbsp; It was one particularly vicious training that left Jonas badly beaten.&nbsp; As luck would have it the alley he crawled into to recover was behind the Windhaven Last Call and its lovely proprietor found him passed out near the back door.&nbsp; Amelia helped patch him up and recognizing what he was offered him the sanctuary of the Windhaven’s accorded ground.&nbsp; She explained a little more of what the fae courts were and offered him a job.&nbsp; Jonas readily accepted the offer which has not only given him some steady income but given him a safe place away from his brothers when he needs it.&nbsp; Being able to converse with them without the threat of attack has helped him understand and even like some of his older brothers, when they aren’t trying to kill him or get him to give up his human side to join them in the Summer Court.<br><br>Amelia’s selflessness has earned Jonas’s eternal gratitude and he is overly protective of the diminutive (really who isn’t compared to Jonas) bar owner.&nbsp; Jonas has turned out to be a talented bartender, with his calm, gentle demeanor and practical advice and has a decent reputation with most of the bars patrons and especially Amelia who he is admittedly attracted to, but has not acted on it not wanting to screw up his employment and not able to gauge her interest.&nbsp; So for now he is happy with his status as a bachelor as are a few of the ladies who are regulars at the Last Call.<br><br>As much as Jonas tries to remain neutral when it comes to supernatural politics, he is an honorable sort of guy and a sucker for a pretty face with a sob story or a wrong that needs righting.&nbsp; His brothers count on this and play on that sense of honor to goad him into reacting.&nbsp; Some of the other patrons of the last call have leaned on his flaws as well as the striking Charity can attest when she recruited his help rousting a Skavis vampire that was terrorizing local mortals in an underground boxing ring.<br><br>Recently he was obligated to dip further into the murky waters of Seattle’s supernatural world when his brother’s asked Jonas to retrieve their father’s sword.&nbsp; Their father had been missing for a year and they learned that a particularly nasty Winter Court troll had ambushed and killed their father taking the weapon as a trophy.&nbsp; With unexpected help from Amelia and a bargain with one of the local Wizards Jonas was able to locate and defeat the Troll and his minions, reclaiming his father’s sword as his own.&nbsp; The troll Bothur escaped.<br><br><strong>Abilities:</strong> Jonas is extremely strong and tough like his Elder Gruff brothers.&nbsp; He has much of their size and ability to recover from injury.&nbsp; He has little ability to glamor which seems to be limited to appearing as he was before his changeling genes kicked in.&nbsp; After extreme effort he has learned to hide the gargantuan sword that his father left for him.&nbsp; Jonas has been taught combat by his Elder Gruff brothers and has been forced to become adept at it through numerous “tests” they have dropped on him at unexpected times.&nbsp; Since failure would be dying at the hands of strange and vicious fairy beasts, it turns out Jonas has a knack for it.<br><br><strong>REPUTATION:</strong>&nbsp; He is known for being a good bartender.&nbsp; He makes a stiff drink, is a good listener and gives down to earth, practical advice.&nbsp; The Summer Court loves him and sees so much potential.&nbsp; Ironically he is the rising star with his fey family where they destroyed his star with his mortal one.&nbsp; The Winter Court has gotten wind of him as well and the Trolls, who have no love for Gruffs would love to make an example of the new golden Gruff.&nbsp; &nbsp;Jonas tries to keep out of fey politics as much to keep Windhaven’s neutrality as protect himself.&nbsp; He does however have a weakness for a pretty face and a sob story and has been drawn into more than one little adventure because of it.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Who you know</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Amelia:</strong> Amelia is Jonas’s boss.&nbsp; She patched him up after a particularly bad fight and gave him a job.&nbsp; Jonas will never forget the help she has given him and if very protective of her and her establishment.&nbsp; Jonas is a little sweet on Amelia, but has done nothing to pursue it with the whole boss/worker thing.&nbsp; He respects her way to much for a casual thing.<br><strong>Charity:</strong> Jonas met Charity through her frequent visits to the Last Call.&nbsp; He and Charity ousted a Skavis vampire that was terrorizing local mortals in an underground boxing ring.&nbsp; Jonas was reluctant at first but after she convinced him to go along with her to view a match and took out the cause from there.<br><strong>Jacob Scar:</strong> Recently Jonas was obligated to dip further into the murky waters of Seattle’s supernatural world when his brother’s asked Jonas to retrieve their father’s sword.&nbsp; Their father had been missing for a year and they learned that a particularly nasty Winter Court troll had ambushed and killed their father taking the weapon as a trophy.&nbsp; With unexpected help from Amelia and a bargain with a local wizard Jacob Scar, Jonas was able to locate and defeat the Troll and his minions, reclaiming his father’s sword as his own.&nbsp; The troll Bothur escaped.<br><strong>Alexis Walker:</strong>&nbsp; Jonas knows Alexis through her sister Kate when they were both going to college at the University of Washington.&nbsp; Jonas and Kate dated for a time before his change, but broke up soon after when he broke ties with a lot of his former life.&nbsp; This was before Kate embraced her rebellious streak.<br><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A long Night Out: A Dresdenverse List Of Approved Character sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swan</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 06:03:03</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Known Name:</strong> Elyse Swan<br><strong>Real Name:</strong> Elyse Swan<br><br><strong>Type:</strong> True Believer<br><strong>Job:</strong> Her own Business - Heavenly Desires Cosmetics Consultant<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Sex:</strong> Female<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual (feels incomplete if not companioned by both sexes)</span></span><br><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Appearance</strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://wwcdn.weddingwire.com/static/vendor/640001_645000/643746/thumbnails/220x220_1380602729209-bridalimage.jpg)</div></div></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Flaws</strong><br><br><strong>Social <del>Butterfly</del> Alcoholic:</strong> <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">She is always there for others or clients, even if it means sacrificing some alone time to recollect and distress.<br></span><br><strong>Involuntary Observer:</strong> <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Due to an ugly incident in her past she keeps quiet when in larger crowds which makes her come across as shy.</span><br><br><strong>Bottles Up:</strong> <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Elyse has a nasty habit of building and gathering up bottled emotions that leaves her as a ticking time bomb despite her innocent nature.</span></span></div><br><br><br><strong>Bio</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Elyse's family financials barely met middle class qualifications and when the recessions would strike, she remembered her father shutting off every light in the house and lit candles instead using electricity. That struck a chord in a child's eyes and knew they had become poor. Feeling the pain from her father's financial worries, she tried giving her allowance back to bring back her father's happiness.<br>But her father wasn't always kind. There were times where she hid from his madness and from the hostility in his eyes. Only then was she truly worried for her safety and her sisters. <br>Her mother... well, that's all that can be said about her. Elyse recalls a few times where she called out for her, but she never came. When Elyse turned eighteen, her mother fled with her two sisters. There were only a few moments where she spoke with her siblings, but as days progressed, so did their distance. <br><br>A few months later, Elyse was invited into a company called Heavenly Desires Cosmetics or more commonly known as HD Cosmetics. Of course she was hesitant at first afraid it being too-good-to-be-true scams or pyramids. However, after doing enough research and speaking with other consultants that sell the products, she was sold that it was truly legit. If she worked hard enough to put in those efforts, she would be rewarded every quarter for making those numbers. This was going to be her salvation to get away from her angery father, she thought.<br>A few years later, she did just that and now has a steady, growing flow of clientele, including a regular buyer - Grace. Not to mention her favorite customer; she seems to love trying everything!<br><br>Ever since she can remember, there wasn't ever a time where she feared anything, not even the night itself with all its creepy crawlers lurking around that time. She always felt safe, and if she was lost, she seemed to always know where to go after "consulting" with a higher power. This usually led her to people who needed help along the way, like Amelia. Her father had passed away and was in a depressed state. Elyse was there to lift her spirits, so to speak.<br><br>One night after her shift at a local jewelry store, she waited for the bus to take her home since her beat down car was spending a couple days at the mechanic's, a truck went by only to do a full "U" turn and park across from her. A drunken man exited the truck, staggering here and there toward where Elyse sat. Her heart began to beat faster as she knew no good could come from this. The stinking man sat beside her and placed his hand on her thigh. A force came from within almost instinctively and tapped the man on the forehead with her index finger. The alcoholic writhed and shouted in pain which gave her time to flee the scene.</span><br><br><br><br><strong>True Believer's Abilities</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Eylse' faith protects any home from the paranormal, making it difficult for a force to invade.&nbsp; She can release herself to a higher power, and let her belief be a guide to where she is most needed. Holy Touch is her last ability in which case her physical touch is painful to things that are sensitized to pure hearted things.</span><br><br><br><br><strong>Reputation</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">As an artist of many talents, Elyse has easily picked up on music, drawing and painting whether it's faces or interior design. She put her coloured talents to good use when she was recruited at age 18 for Heavenly Desires Cosmetics and has climbed the ladder quickly with her friendly, social nature. <br><br>She is also known for her singing in a church near by.</span><br><br><br><br><strong>Writing Prompts!</strong><br><br><strong>1. Your character had a one night stand. Do a write up on the morning after.</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>No. This wasn't right. What had she gotten herself into now? </em><br><br>Elyse' eyes opened slowly to the aroma of breakfast in bed. Her stomach growled at the wafting scent and automatically sat up in bed ready to eat when her blanket fell away from her chest. <br>Her naked chest. <br><br>Elyse' eyes widened and quickly dashed her hands for the blanket to cover herself. All the while her mind racing for answers as to how she got into this predicament. <br>"What's the matter, dear?" There stood a woman wearing nothing but an apron, her perfect breasts nearly popping out; she wore it so tight. Elyse couldn't help but think how cute and beautiful she was in it. <br><br><em>No! What have I done!? </em><br><br>Finding herself compromised in a dilemma of morality, Elyse moved the tray over carefully enough not to spill anything on the empty space beside her. She shot out of bed with a sheet covering herself, looking for her clothes. <br>"Honestly, hun, I've seen everything already." The nameless woman jested and sighed as soon as Elyse found her clothes and started getting dressed. "I guess this means you won't be staying?" <br>The woman was right. Besides, the holding the sheet was slowing her down. "I can't stay, Merelyn. You work soon anyway, and I have to get to an appointment I'll be late for." Elyse let her down easy. Though it wasn't at all untrue, there was something picking at her to leave and had a feeling no one should be in this house much longer. "What are you doing? Get dressed!" She threw Merelyn's clothes at her.<br>"Alright, alright! Sheesh, what's the big deal if we're a tad late?" The question was rhetorical, more like thinking out loud. She obeyed Elyse' orders and blew a kiss to her before they went their separate ways. </span><br><br><br><strong>3. Your character has just been handed a bill that they suddenly realize they can't pay. What do they do?</strong> <br><br><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;" class="bbc_font">"You did what!?" Elyse shouted at the boy-man across from her. She couldn't fathom what he had done with the money they saved for rent. "You went and bought an Xbox!? What made you think there was money for that!" Elyse ranted on, completely livid he wasted her part of the hard earned money on such a machine. Though she may love games as much as he, she made too much progress in little time to get distracted by such a thing. Money was more important, especially now.<br>She doesn't even have enough people on her clientele list to support herself, let alone someone else yet.<br>Uh oh. Here comes the water works. <br><br>"Aww, don't cry." Was all he could muster as his character shot a Vietnamese soldier.<br><br>"Are you serious! You can't even look at me and say that!" Fire was fed, she knew she had to do something to fix this idiotic situation. But what? She didn't have what is due in her savings account, especially since the due date is tomorrow. She wanted to puch him out. Give him a nice Kasumi KO from DOA. But no, she couldn't do that. It would be wrong even though it would satisfy her much more than an orgasm could give right now.<br>Oh yes. Her entire being was fuming with clenched fists.<br>And then a great calm swept over her, like inside the eye of a tornado. She left without another word or slamming the door. <br>It was time to go to work. <br><br>Time passed as Elyse came home, exhausted. Nick looked behind him and saw what was in her hand. "Nice! What did you do? Go pimp yourself out?" <br>Elyse didn't say anything. Just stared at him as she walked by him to her room and shut the door. She hid the money in a hardcover book until it was time to pay the Landlord. She spent the whole day looking for clients, hosting a couple parties and made just enough money for rent. Thankfully she didn't need to take out a loan and pay back the interest. However, she has full intentions of placing interest on her half of the money Nick stole from her.</span></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Who Elyse Knows</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Grace</strong>: A wonderfully, fond regular client that she sees frequently.<br><strong>Amelia</strong>: A fast friend of Elyse' and also a client. If she needs a quick fix, she always turns to Elyse. </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A long Night Out: A Dresdenverse List Of Approved Character sheets</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 00:05:39</strong>
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				<strong>Known name, real name:</strong> Bren Williams, Brenna Lisette Williams<br><br><strong>TYPE:</strong> Werewolf.<br><br><strong>JOB:</strong>&nbsp; Bike messenger.<br><br><strong>AGE:</strong> 21.<br><br><strong>SEX:</strong> Female.&nbsp; (But holds no ill will towards asexual sponges.)<br><br>(http://imageshack.com/a/img661/5305/5311d3.jpg) <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Pics</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://imageshack.com/a/img661/8797/HZy0uI.jpg) (http://imageshack.com/a/img745/6048/ULdRAB.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>APPEARANCE:</strong> 5'5" tall.&nbsp; Slender, in a feminine way, and fit.&nbsp; Fair skin with light freckles, dark brown hair and blue eyes.&nbsp; Style wise, she's flexible.&nbsp; Tough and sexy, casual and girly, upscale and classy, everything except business dress or polyester.&nbsp; &nbsp;She's a very physical and tactile young woman.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>ORIENTATION:</strong> Straight. <br><br><strong>FLAW:</strong><br>Having a were-form is great, but unless it's planned in advance it's really hard on the wardrobe.&nbsp; Bren has resorted to hiding small caches of clothing around town.&nbsp; <br><br>A weakness for men that can (and has in the past) border on sexual addiction.<br><br>Uncertain future.&nbsp; She enjoys her current job, but she's looking for more.&nbsp; What exactly she doesn't know and that frustrates the hell out of her.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">BIOGRAPHY:</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bren learned her shifting ability from her mother, Elspeth.&nbsp; Her father, James, a minor talent who was known for his potions, emigrated from England when he was in his early twenties; he never spoke about his family.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Her maternal grandfather, Matt Riley, had a long career as a federal park ranger.&nbsp; He was a strong influence in Bren's life, as the family lived nearby in a fairly rural area until she went to high school.&nbsp; Her maternal grandmother, Celeste, had died of cancer a few years before Bren was born.&nbsp; Matt taught his granddaughter the same respect and love for nature he had instilled in his daughter.&nbsp; The family took part in a number of searches over the years; there were always missing campers and/or children in the park.&nbsp; When she showed an interest beyond the basics, Matt trained Bren to track people as well as animals in the forest.&nbsp; <br><br>The family was open and honest when it came to two important issues: magic and sex.&nbsp; Both should be respected and understood before you acted, and both could cause a lot of problems for everyone involved.&nbsp; &nbsp;None of which meant they shouldn't be enjoyed wholeheartedly.&nbsp; Bren definitely enjoys sex.&nbsp; &nbsp;And she's definitely no wizard (she's well over that particular disappointment).&nbsp; <br><br>Elspeth was the source of Bren's only magic, and she made Bren work for it.&nbsp; She had to show she understood the risks and responsibilities, and she had to demonstrate patience.&nbsp; That last one was the hardest - Bren had to wait until she had graduated from high school, and then until her nineteenth birthday before taking on her were-form for the first time.&nbsp; <br><br>It was exciting and wonderful and a bit scary.&nbsp; And really embarrassing when it became clear that walking on four legs was not as easy as it looked!&nbsp; It was one thing to be told about the changes in her senses, her height and size, her perspective; it was another thing entirely to experience it.&nbsp; She tripped a lot.&nbsp; It was hysterically funny and her family quickly gave up on any hope of not laughing.&nbsp; It took months of effort and practice to get past the point of being a big ass powerful wolf with the grace and coordination of a drunken puppy.&nbsp; &nbsp;She's still learning, but two years later Bren's wolf form is no laughing matter.<br><br>An only child, Bren was taught to be independent.&nbsp; She loves the country and wilderness in which she was raised, but also the lights and thrills of the city.&nbsp; She wouldn't be happy living in as isolated a location as her parents, who currently reside in a remote area of Northern Canada.<br><br>She's a sensualist who enjoys good food and small luxuries, but Bren also appreciates the comfort of Windhaven's and the interesting clientele, so she hangs out there when she can and has been known to make off the clock pickups and deliveries for the community.&nbsp; </div></div><br><br><strong>Abilities:</strong> <br>Changing into a large wolf is her only magical ability.&nbsp; <br>Sense of direction - She doesn't get lost.&nbsp; Period.&nbsp; Well, if someone drugged her first then maybe.&nbsp; <br>Tracking - Not that it's of any use in a city, but in either form she is skilled in tracking people or animals when in the wilderness.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>Pool shark - Helps to supplement her income.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>REPUTATION:</strong>&nbsp; If you need something delivered, no matter how weird the destination, she's your girl.&nbsp; She can be trusted to not snoop or remember the parties involved.&nbsp; No drugs though; break that rule and all bets are off.&nbsp; <br><br>Once her friendship is earned, Bren is loyal to a fault.<br><br>In some circles she's known to be on the wild side 'socially'.&nbsp; She doesn't get drunk or high, but if a man or two strikes her fancy...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Writing prompts!</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>1. Lightning woke her.&nbsp; With her eyes closed, Bren's other senses told her she wasn't at home and memories were dredged up sleepily.&nbsp; She was naked, comfortable, and warm on both sides...?<br><br>Ooh, that's right.&nbsp; The last delivery of the night had been to the Fairmont Olympic, a very posh hotel downtown.&nbsp; Some sort of international banking business thing that wasn't of interest to her -&nbsp; unlike the two very interesting young businessmen from Holland.&nbsp; She'd arrived soaking wet (except for the package) at their room for the required signatures and they'd insisted she come in and dry off.&nbsp; <br><br>They were tall, blond, polite, and had adorable accents.&nbsp; They were having dinner sent to their room any way and would she do them the great honour of joining them?&nbsp; Bren yielded to temptation.&nbsp; Repeatedly.&nbsp; She had no idea the Dutch were so adventurous.&nbsp; <br><br>She opened one eye to check the time; way too early and she wasn't scheduled for two days.&nbsp; One of the men stirred, mumbled something presumably in his Dutch and pulled Bren closer.&nbsp; Storm outside, nice warm bed inside, and no one to answer to but herself; she went back to sleep.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>2. She'd heard about this.&nbsp; Been warned about the dangers of looking into the wrong person's eyes for too long.&nbsp; Bren's father had explained about a Soulgaze, what it meant, what could happen.&nbsp; She was careful!&nbsp; <br><br>She stopped at an all-night diner on her way back to Seattle after spending a few days in the forest.&nbsp; Too long in the city eventually made her ache to let go, to change and run.&nbsp; She felt better now, calmer.&nbsp; <br><br>Bren sat at the counter; she liked the round spinning stools.&nbsp; A young man, maybe her age maybe a bit older, came in and sat next to her.&nbsp; They ignored each other for a while, drinking their coffee, Bren finishing up her food, the waitress outside on a smoke break.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>They both grabbed for the same water glass and sent cold water and ice spilling across the counter and onto Bren's shirt.&nbsp; She squealed and jumped up, he stood and started to apologize while reaching to wipe the water off her, she glared at him, he realized his mistake and met her eyes, and.&nbsp; <br><br>He was younger than she thought.&nbsp; A young and inexperienced wizard on a road trip, who just happened to meet a dark-haired girl and look too long into her pretty blue eyes.&nbsp; Bren was never sure afterwards what exactly he saw.&nbsp; She thought it had something to do with her wolf form or her father, but she wasn't sure.<br><br>When the gaze broke she sat down hard, everything too bright and too blurred at the same time.&nbsp; The wizard had bolted.&nbsp; Tossed down more money than he should have and ran.&nbsp; <br><br>Almost a year later and Bren still wondered what it was he saw that made him run.&nbsp; </div></div>
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