Nythera

[quote name='SpacingOutMan' date='02 May 2010 - 08:23 PM' timestamp='1272853410' post='2284544'] He is twenty eight and is solely dedicated to the UMS. [/quote] I could use Sephan. He is unallied, but only wants to protect the girl he loves, just because he loves her. If it puts her in danger, he won't do it. He's 22.

[quote name='Sargun' date='02 May 2010 - 08:16 PM' timestamp='1272852946' post='2284528'] I hope you know that you are also [b]my[/b] minister of foreign affairs. Carthage is a merger of both Acca Dacca and myself. [/quote] [i]puppy eyes[/i] Nythy's sorry!!! Nythy didn't know!

[quote name='SpacingOutMan' date='02 May 2010 - 07:56 PM' timestamp='1272851774' post='2284501'] I'd be more than interested in doing something like this to curb my tendency to have spurts of mild inactivity. The character that you'd likely be RPing with would be one of my rather old characters who will be making a big scene in the near future. His name is Abel Moraso. Abel is a very stern and cold individual, most likely because his entire world revolves around logic and factual knowledge. He is more so geared to physical attributes, but he is an incredibly intelligent individuals (looks may be deceiving, of course). My CNRP nation is the United Mechodamian States, due south of Carthage (Acca Dacca's country of course). [/quote] This sounds perfect. How old is he? That'll change which character I'd use for that, Kottan or Sephan. You can look them up in the Character Database, page 3.

[quote name='Fizzydog' date='02 May 2010 - 07:39 PM' timestamp='1272850740' post='2284478'] Well, you see... I might have one tomorrow or the day after. But right now jed rolled me and I no longer have a nation. D: I WAS Nos Tre Republik. Alas, I was eaten by the evil FRA(FSA). [/quote] Dude, just beg, plead and cajole for a space in someone's nation until you can get one. I might be able to get you a spot if you're interested.... [quote name='Kaede Alexeivich' date='02 May 2010 - 07:42 PM' timestamp='1272850919' post='2284482'] Well, apparently you don't need a nation to RP. [/quote] Nope! I'm living proof.

[quote name='Fizzydog' date='02 May 2010 - 07:26 PM' timestamp='1272849949' post='2284452'] I'll join. But I do not have any characters, although I can create some! [/quote] What's your CNRP nation? You know where I'm at and who I work for.

[quote name='Kaede Alexeivich' date='02 May 2010 - 06:47 PM' timestamp='1272847637' post='2284414'] I'd be happy to RP with you. I'm pretty bored all the time myself. My main characters are in the Character's thread. [/quote] I'll look them up.

First journal entry.... Yay. I guess this just won't be as exciting as I thought, but Ayo insisted I do it. Bleah... I have nothing to say. Well, I'm here at the airport awaiting Mr. Johnas Adems of Kriegland. I feel like a ball of tension, but this isn't abnormal, I should think, on your first job of this kind. I just want to make a good impression and not screw this up. While I'm sitting here, I feel watched. I don't know who's watching me. I requested that none of the men I brought along stare at me, because it unnerves me. I'm looking around; not that many people are here. A guy with an emo-ish look about him is sitting nearby, apparently waiting for his flight. He's got a guitar out, and I can't help but admire the beautiful instrument as he strums it. He's got a distant look on his face, but he snaps out of it when there's an announcement about a departing flight over the speakers. He tucks his guitar in its case, then he puts it on his back and runs. I wonder who he was, and why in hell he looked so familiar to me...

[quote name='Kaede Alexeivich' date='02 May 2010 - 06:26 PM' timestamp='1272846355' post='2284390'] Oh, I see. In that case, I'm interested. What nation are you? [/quote] I, my dear, am merely Acca Dacca's Minister of Foreign Affairs. You know which one he is, correct? I simply wish to have someone to RP with often, for I have been diagnosed with intense boredom.

[quote name='Kaede Alexeivich' date='02 May 2010 - 06:23 PM' timestamp='1272846217' post='2284384'] Would this be...CNRP? [/quote] [i]Oui, monsieur[/i]. More specifically, the Fantasy RP.

I'd like a long-term RP partner. If you're interested, post here, please! Tell me what your main RP charas are- then tell me what you want from an RP partner. You can find the info on my RP charas in the database... They're my main.

[b]Picture[/b]: [url=http://tektek.org/avatar/36497297][img]http://public5.tektek.org/img/av/1005/d02/0013/8169514.png[/img][/url] [b]Name[/b]: Sephan Pandora [b]Title(s)[/b]: none [b]Age[/b]: 21 [b]Gender[/b]: Male [b]Date of Birth[/b]: February 14, 1989 [b]Eye Colour[/b]: Brown [b]Hair Colour[/b]: Black with a natural white streak [b]Body Weight[/b]: 165 pounds [b]Body Height[/b]: 6'3" [b]Affiliation[/b]: Current unknown, previously Carthage [b]Description/Life Story[/b]: Knows about Kairan's plan to kill Kottan after he's got her trust. Has always been in love with Kottan, and has watched out for her without her knowledge. Born to a teenaged mother who abandoned him shortly after birth. Armed at all times, usually with a Smith and Wesson .357 revolver. Has perfected his fighting style to the point where he can land a kick perfectly while someone's moving and in the dead of night. Can shoot perfectly under good conditions. Carries his guitar at all times as well. Wears Kottan's family symbol (the falcon) around his neck as a reminder of who he's fighting for. Wants Kottan's hand in marriage.

Name: Kairan Chiana Title(s): None Age: 22 Date of Birth: January 17, 1988 Gender: Male Eye Colour: Green Hair Colour: Blonde Body Weight: 219 Body Height: 6'0" Affiliation: Carthage Description/Life Story: Kottan Lyndexer's best friend. Knows all her secrets. Intends to marry Kottan. Not really all that special. Kairan's pics- [url=http://tektek.org/avatar/36471588][img]http://public5.tektek.org/img/av/1004/d30/2348/e2c0616.png[/img][/url]- formal clothing Loves his sneakers. Wears suit for formal. Never wears tie around neck. If he wears a tie, it's when he's drunk and it's on his head. [url=http://tektek.org/avatar/36471923][img]http://public5.tektek.org/img/av/1005/d01/0009/2899238.png[/img][/url]- Informal clothing Wears jeans and shades. Even at night. Still wearing sneakers.

"Okay... Johnas." Kottan said. Once he'd explained that he had been startled because of her eyes, Kottan relaxed. She was used to that happening. She had thought that he had seen the scars that her striped long-sleeved shirt barely covered, and she hadn't wanted to explain those. Everytime she tried, she'd break down and cry. Kottan shrugged and said, almost to herself, "It's okay. I get that a lot, considering I was born this way. It's some sort of albinism. Purpuralbinism, I think it was called?" She reached up to touch her white hair, and her sleeve rode up, revealing the very marks she'd tried to hide. Kottan didn't notice, and the almost tribal scars pulsed a deep, livid red. She put her hand back down, then she continued, "It's a variant of albinism that destroy all pigment except for purple. It's fairly rare, and it's not hereditary. It involves some sort of a exposure to something in utero... I guess I was just born under an evil star." Kottan smiled, then her eyes flicked nervously from Johnas's face to the white book in her hands to her green informal shoes. "I'm so nervous. This is the first time I do this sort of thing, Johnas. I'm not sure what to expect, so I'm just kind of doing whatever seems to work best. If I make a mistake, please don't think any less of me." Kottan said, putting it all out there. A blush colored her cheeks a pale pink, and she added shyly, "Johnas, I'd like to get to know you. Would you tell me about yourself?" Kottan secretly hoped he'd tell her something about himself and ask her about herself, so that she might be able to finally tell someone, outside the special bond she had with Ayo and Kairan, the story of herself and her past.

When Kottan said those words, Ayo couldn't believe it. Her father loved them... right? She pondered it momentarily, then realized that he was being fake-sweet to Kottan. He looked at her like she was the biggest disappointment he'd ever recieved in life, and Ayo guessed that to him, she was. When their mother had been pregnant with Kottan, their father had paraded around, sure that Kottan would be a boy. At the moment of Kottan's birth, shortly after naming her, their father was told Kottan was a girl. Tannar Lyndexer went into a rage, nearly killing Kottan at that very moment. He'd tried to kill her all her life, but he could never bring himself to kill the sweet violet-eyed white-haired child, not until she looked too much like her mother. Then his desire to kill her only grew, making him hungrier for Kottan's blood. He'd tie her with wire and cut her arms, just to hear her cry. He'd slap her, and he'd insult her, calling her things that cut deeper that any knife that ever pierced Kottan's flesh. Ayo would hear Kottan's cries of pain and see her blood on things; but she had made her choice. She would do this without Kottan's knowledge, and rid the world of another crazed, misogynistic man. ---- "Father?" Ayo asked, innocently bringing her father his noon tea, a job that Kottan usually did. Tannar turned to face Ayo, and a genuine smile came onto his face. "Yes, Ayo?" he said, arms open as he moved to embrace her. "Why must you be such a !@#$%^&, Father?" Ayo questioned sadly, slipping a knife from her sleeve into her hand and plunging it into his chest. Tannar's mouth formed words with no sound, and Ayo left. ----- As Kottan escaped the confines of her mind, she knew she had to find someone that could comfort her, even ten long years after his death.

Kottan put her head in her hands and began to cry. She couldn't escape her past, and even if she could, her body would always bear the marks he'd left on her. She remembered everything, as if it had just happened moments before. She'd come home from school, an eight-year-old, only a minute or two late, and her father would get angry. He'd insult her, then he'd beat her, leaving her sobbing weakly on the floor until Ayo came home. Her sister would always find her there, every day, bleeding, her white hair messy and tangled, her violet eyes bloodshot. Ayo didn't know what was happening to Kottan, the little sister she loved, but she was desperate to help her. Kottan would always paste a look of false happiness on her face, laugh, and say she'd be all right. Kottan knew, intuitively, that her father would kill her if she told Ayo anything at all. As she grew older, things became steadily worse, going so far that Kottan took to wearing long clothing, even in hot weather. Ayo kept asking: Kottan kept denying. Ayo couldn't take it anymore, and Kottan knew it, so she just came clean with her sister. Ayo was horrified, but she knew as well as Kottan that there was nothing they could do- or risk being killed. "Kottan.. Please... Just tell me. Who's hurting you?" Ayo asked, and Kottan just broke into tears. "Him... Our father."

Kottan's pics- [url=http://tektek.org/avatar/36376525][img]http://public5.tektek.org/img/av/1004/d25/1824/8894119.png[/img][/url] -informal clothing Prefers goggles when informally dressed, wears long clothing to cover scars on body; people react adversely to them when they are visible because they're that burning red. Colors vary; but she prefers green or red. Sometimes she'll wear purple. Very rarely seen in white clothes- it makes her scars too visible. [url=http://tektek.org/avatar/36450091][img]http://public5.tektek.org/img/av/1004/d29/2052/e29d689.png[/img][/url] -formal clothing Does not cover scars. She knows people will react less adversely to the burning red marks on her body, because if they took the time to invite her anywhere, it means they know her. Wears chain belt but no goggles. Combs hair into curly ponytails so it won't look informal.

"Please, call me Kottan. I'm not used to being greeted so formally." Kottan said, shutting her eyes for a moment, trying to keep her act together. Any sign of nervousness or tension could lead Mr. Adems to believe that she was an unfit choice for her position. She opened her eyes, and in an attempt to engage Mr. Adems in conversation, she said, "You seemed a bit startled when I removed my goggles. If you don't mind me asking, why was that?" Kottan thought, [i]Real tactful, Kott. You probably got on his bad side, stupid,[/i] and immediately wished she could take back the words. A strand of snow white hair fell into her face, and she pushed it away quickly as the car pulled up. She looked at him, hoping she hadn't asked something that would bother him. Quickly, she extended her hand to one of her men, and as they got into the car, he handed Kottan a small white notebook and a blue ink pen. She held the small book in her lap and waited for Johnas to answer her question with her head down.

OOC: I guess I'm starting this journal because I'll have a chance to write more about my character in the RP world. She needs her chance to speak. The entries will be numbered according how many entries there are- not how many days. Journaling isn't a daily thing for Kottan: she tends to misplace her diary, and she leaves it on tables sometimes and doesn't remember where she left it until she desperatley needs to write sometihng down. The entries in character will begin with One sometime soon.