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"Actually you just brutally murdered the family living that house you crashed into, so no, everyone is not alright." Kate seemed more fascinated by the robot than scared. She looked at the house, quickly scanning to see if anyone might have been inside. "I think so..." she replied very quietly.

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(Hello all. I am assuming you are still accepting characters as the newest one was accepted very recently, so I shall put my application up for assessment (if you are not still accepting applications, I give my sincerest of apologies):

Name: Wynn

Race: Human

History: Secret
Personality: Wynn is the type of person you wish to keep in your line of sight. Wynn is a greedy little criminal, with an almost unhealthy obsession with money, gold and anything valuable, and will not hesitate to try and make off with your loot if you're not paying attention. She mostly only cares for herself, and will often times abandon others if it means saving her own hide. However those she ends up becoming attached to, who are few and far between, she will be more willing to stand by, though she still shows a bit of cowardliness, and may think twice about making off with your loot...or, at least, the majority of it. She has a great love of the sea, being a pirate
Appearance: Wynn is a redhead, her hair long and wavy. Her eyes are an ivy green. Freckles dot her face. She wears a dark blue tricorn hat, with a brown and white feather in it. She wears a dark blue coat with a sleeveless black blouse hidden underneath. She has on black tights and black boots. Her right eye is covered by a black eyepatch with a white cross on it. White gloves cover her hands. Wynn is somewhat short for her age. She can be often seen with a large white sack. 

Strengths: She is quite quick and is more accustomed to being cold, and brings a large white sack with her, which has is about as large as a piggyback, but is not as heavy. She gains a slight boost of sanity while having gold and/or gems.

Weaknesses: She has less sanity, has a lesser tolerance to heat, and is allergic to honey. 
Etc: She hates the sound of a clarinet, and she loves the taste of pineapple. 

I hope she is acceptable)

"Alright.....I'd hate to think i'm cutting and running, but I think I might explore a bit, get my bearings. You're more than welcome to tag along if you're interested."

 

(Oh, blewwwwwwww! The RP isn't gonna move without you! @Blewcheese !)

Edited by Silentdarkness1

(Eeehhh

I want Kate to stick with Vilsig, but in character she'd probably rather go with Sirus. No offense Vils, but Sirus is a cool robot than isn't wrapped in a spoopy cloak. I mean that cloak SCREAMS stranger danger.

oh gosh what if it actually started screaming )

Kate looks between Vilsig and Sirus, obviously torn between which one to go with.

oh gosh what if it actually started screaming

 

(Well, it is infused with Vilsig's own flesh.  And since he materialize his consciousness in anything that's a part of him...yeah, the cloak screaming is certainly possible.)

 

Vilsig shrugs.   "I suppose I could tag along for a while..."

 

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(Wonderful; unnatural exuberance in objects that shouldn't have it. Heh, get it, Mena?)

 

Corthias sat back, not listening to the group; she was, instead, perusing the tome of hers.

 

Her first observation was that perusing empty pages is frightfully dull.

Judas looked down at the passed out Mina. They were moving, and couldn't hold still. He motioned to nudge her, suddenly remembering his affliction, and his need to quarantine. He grabbed a nearby stick, and poked her in the cheek.

 

"Not yet, girl. We still need to get moving."

(Darn it! I forgot to post for the longest time. Well, can someone catch me up? I tried skimming through the previous posts but maybe i missed something. Anyway, i'll assume that not much changed with where Wicketon is, so if this is completely wrong, just discount this post.)

 

Wicketon was exhausted. He wasn't used to this sort of thing. Mostly, he just got lucky and found a place basically coated with food, and gorged himself forever after. However, he had a idea. He whistled for his cat.

And before he knew it, a black shape was zipping over the terrain towards him, through brush and a few trees.

"Nice job, buddy."

 

 

(Hey, i added a bit to Wicketon's power's. I like adding them as we go. Blew, please tell me if you approve of it. If not, i'll remove it immediately)

 

 

Edited by StretchVanb

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