:[x] P e r s o n a l D a t a[x]

[x]Allen cider Foster

[x] "The BookKeeper"

[x] 0

[x] Unaligned

[x] Book

[x] speed read || able to soak up and retain knowledge a tad bit faster than some. along with some risidual textbook knowledge but nothing too notable besides her fancy in medical textbooks (really old ones OTL so nothing current)

[x] 22

[x] female

[x] 5 feet 2 inches

[x]Life Partner: Assumed Hetersexual preference- for now
[x]Mother: Deceased.
[x]Father: Deceased.
[x]Siblings: Only Child
[x] GodFather: Hospice Care
[x]Friends:
[x]Rivals/Enemy:

[x] why would you even say that
!

[x]Cowardly, Anxious, Bookworm/Textbook'ish, Spineless, Self Sufficient, wishy washy/flakey if it suites her needs, Naive to the working of the Real World, Cynical Optimist, Tears up Easily under pressure</b>

[x]Allen is a bit of a innocent dainty looking wallflower at first glance. She is soft spoken and observant silently judging others around her by the standards of novels shes read. During her brief existence she stuck to her books. The only thing she could trust that wouldn't leave her or leave any harm in their wake. All they could do was take her on adventures that she was too nervous to take herself in the real world. It let her escape from her boring life with the safety of being able to close the book and place it down if things got 'too real too fast'. She always did ruthlessly envy the protagonists that could throw everything aside and start an adventure and if despises happy endings. "There is never a true happy ending for everyone. someone somewhere got the bum end of that stick. maybe the prince and the princess get to be happy but what of the rest?"

[x] Neutral Good:

Type 1 are those who are passively good- they have fairly normal lives and ambitions but will do good as the situation arises. They will help anyone they come across who needs it, then get back to their normal routine.They will do what Good they like or what needs to be done, and then they will go home and carry on as normal. </blockqoute></blockqoute>
[x]Applied: Will do what seems right at the time. but wont go 'too' out of her way to do it as well- example. Allen sees a young boy of peculiar/negative character alignment struggling in quick sand... she has two choices.
if the quicksand bound victim sees her she will 'rush' over to help. with the underlying thought that he might beable to aid her later down the road.
if the quicksand bound victim were to miss her, she'd prolly avoid it the best she could. Allen:" I rather keep my nose clean of all this business..."
she'll save her own skin above someone elses. However if the mood strikes or if it seems profitable on her end she will lend a hand.

Character trope(s): ===

[x] B a c k g r o u n d C h e c k [x]

[x] Allen. Born of awkward parental decent. Deadbeat father figure and deceased mother… she inherits a book collection from her sketchy ass godfather.


Just how is it you died miss?

[x]After a long day of errands Allen sits down to read her mail. Clicking through she notices a peculiar email. one with what looks like a game attached to it... She opens the exe. file and eagerly and proceeds to download it- hoping it as one of the finished point and click choose your own adventuresromance she had signed up for... only to be disappointed. Technology's never really been her friend in the long run so she decides to return to her paper bounds books instead.

Locked away in a room; books lay stacked upon books. Creating towers of literature and little cities with paper skyscrapers. Stacked precariously atop- lay a unread book. one of the last in the collection. bound in a dull brown this lackluster book had no discerning features. Just a symbol shaped as a star. But its so high up. Allen reaches for it. Fingertips skimming the spine once, slipping along the corners twice, and slicing her flesh via the thrice. She flinches in pain briefly before everything goes black. ==> [link]

[x] M i s c e l l a n e o u s I n f o [x]

Likes: the smell of paper and ink, antacids, ginger ale, or bubbly carbonated drinks

Hates: burping, bugs, and coffee stains

[x] secretly enjoys romance novels
[x] suffers from Polycythemia [link] and sometimes low blood sugar
[x] will try to keep sweets in her large sweater pockets- but sometimes she runs out.
[x] is easily frustrated when her blood sugar is low OTL and quick to anger. //freaking eat a snickers Allen OTL//
[x] true believer of dressing in many layers. bit of a prude like that. but does not like having her legs restrained by too much clothing. when reading books she'll sprawl out and this becomes problematic in pants and slacks. So she covers them up with stockings.
[x] tad bit twitchy. will always be touching her face, hair, or fidgeting with objects //sob
[x] will count from 100 to calm herself down- if that doesn't work she'll go from 1000, 100000, ect
[x] numbers and repetition seem to calm her- but shes horrible at memory and math- so sometimes she'll repeat numbers or get lost and have to start all over again OTL
[x] if you give her a sheet a paper she will fill it with abstract scribbles. again repetition helps. even if its just drawing spirals over and over and over again
[x] will 'trope' characters : and label them as how they would be in context to a literary story. Allen " looks like you're a bit of a woobie hmm..."
[x] dosent like to clean but feels the compulsive need to do so-!
[x] seems sweet and innocent at first glance but it quite judgmental and bitter. she will use that innocent guise tho if its helpful
[x] her ears turn red if she feels helpless or emberrased uvu
[x] has chipped front teeth- they seem quite gimpy and she is sensitive about them. usually will smile closed mouth/pursed lips for this reason. in the past she feel while reading and walking. Chipping her front teeth and pushing in her nose a slight bit (the nose part is barely noticeable)
[x] dosent sleep too well

[x] R o l e p l a y D a t a b a s e [x]

empty for now uvu

_{Edric "Ed" Delemi}

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_{15 February}

_Male

_Aquarius

_Tamer

_{Fisherman - He fishes in the rivers and ocean/bodies of water and sells the fish he catches to local shop owners.}

_Tyrim

_{5"4 (He's short)}

_{Determined: When he gets a thing into his mind he usually sticks to it and tries to get it, it's like a bad case of a one track mind.
Loyal: If he considers you a friend, he'll fight alongside you till the end.
Inventive: He's inventive, resourceful and able to make the best of what he's got. He makes most of the things he uses, like his staff/fishing pole.
Unpredictable: His emotions/actions are unpredictable, not in the sense of he's crazy or anything, just that he's very young and not as well kept with his emotions as his species usually are.
Impish: He's got a tendency to deviate from the road considered 'good' sometimes... He likes to play pranks, break some rules and the like every now and then. He especially likes to play pranks on those who don't really live in or near the water.
Friendly: He's not generally one to go out of his way to hurt you, or be mean, he's actually quite nice, friendly even, he likes to help and cheer people up when they're down... usually with a prank played on someone else...}

<sub>Ed grew up on the shores of Rismor lake. There his father taught him how to catch fish, make his own fishing equipment as well as where to find the best places to fish. He has 2 older brothers(ages 19 and 18) and a younger one(10) who're still at home, looking after the family, catching fish selling them to the locals or the visiting couples/nature lovers over at Rismor falls.

They have a nice home that's not too small, but also nothing great. Every now and then Ed's mother goes into the nearby Village for food and supplies for the family, on one such outing Ed went with her and saw another Zodiac this one a Knight, this Knight told him a bit about himself and kept him busy while his mother did the shopping, telling him stories of adventures he's had, places he's seen and slayers he's had to deal with(most of these greatly exaggerated to impress the child), this Knight happened to be a family friend and visited every now and then, telling Ed and his brothers about his adventures throughout Astrum.

The Knight didn't return one summer like he always did and Ed's mother told him he was lost during a mission, not killed, but just never found, theories were that he went AWOL, too tired of the stress, others are more noble, saying he had faced off with a dozen slayers before being kidnapped by them. His true fate was never discovered though.

When Ed turned 16 he asked his parents if he could start battling, if he could do what the Knight did, go on adventures and leave the home, at first they weren't that excited about the idea but after much persuasion they agreed, letting their son spread his wings and see the world.

After leaving his home he continued to fish and use his skills, after all, it's all he knew.</sub>

<sub>- Swimming
- Nature
- Types of fish
- Basking in the sun under a tree
- Playing pranks
- Being with those he likes
- Animals and taking care of them
- Icecream, bubblegum flavoured
- Games
- Shells</sub>

<sub>- Getting sand in his pants
- Getting a sunburn
- Rocks, specially pointy rocks
- Dogs
- Salt on his food
- Being pranked
- His tail being pulled
- His hair being touched</sub>

_{- His ears tell a lot about how he feels, when they go up, he's happy or excited, when they go down he's worried, sad or angry.
Will update this when i can figure something out for him as i use him more.}

_{- Nature’s Breath -
It heals the caster or ally a small amount.
He needs to touch you or the spot where he needs to heal you, internal injuries are harder to heal and he needs to heal you within the first 10 minutes of sustaining the injury otherwise he won't be able to do anything.}

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B A S I C

_{Name|| Maelene Ulane
Nickname|| 'Mae'
Gender|| Female
Age|| 20 (almost 21)
Appearance|| A very small and rather plump longhair ginger tabby with a white belly and white patches. Little ears, large (for her size) paws, and a mop of unruly hair that falls into her eyes.}

W O R L D

_{Affiliation|| Independent
Occupation|| Chef
Money Balance|| $300
Relationship Status|| Single}

D E S C R I P T I V E

_{Affinity|| Neutral Good
Zodiac|| Libra
Sexuality|| Unknown/Developing
Scars & Injuries|| None
Build|| Short, round, very pear-shaped, VERY short.
Breed|| Dwarf Siberian}

L I S T S

Likes||

-Books
-Well tended knives
-Sweet fruits
-Friendly cats who respect her boundaries
-Pretty dresses and accessories ('secretly')

Dislikes||

-Rain
-Loud cats
-Being touched
-Being alone
-Feeling dirty/messy

Fears||

-Abandonment
-Very religious cats
-Losing all her fur

Personal Items||

-Two slightly faded pink hair ribbons from her brother.
-'Lucky' apron.
-Broken beaded rosary.

Random Facts||

-If there is one thing Mae cannot stand, it is unwanted physical contact. Standing to close to her gives her the creeps, and a brush in the hallway will have her snapping at you. If you actually grab her... well, may god have mercy on your soul.
-Mae is fastidiously clean, and goes to great lengths to keep her naturally fluffy fur tidy, unmatted, and dirt-free. Even the sensation of water on her fur makes her cringe, rain showers in particular.
-Building off of that, Mae has a bit of a complex about her looks. She knows she's not pretty, but she still does her best to seem presentable, and is always trying to gauge the thoughts of others on the matter.
-She actually doesn't like having her hair in her eyes, since it makes it hard to see, but she's never been brave enough to cut it. She's afraid that if she pulls it back or trims it, she'll look silly.

E X P O S I T I ON

Talents||

[Precise Knife-Wielding] Mae can gut a fish in under a minute, de-bone a chicken in two, and leave every part of it 90% intact. This is a skill developed out of necessity more than anything, because as a general rule, she has a strong aversion to anything that might dirty her fur. Learning quick, efficient preparation techniques was the easiest way around this problem.

[Reading] Less of a 'talent', per say, but certainly something she enjoys. Mae devours books by the chapter, whenever she gets the chance. History books, fiction books, fantasy, mystery, anything she can get her paws on. Being very money-conscious, it's difficult for her to afford that many, but she's developed a clever trading system with the local bookstore.

[Imagination] Not always a good trait, but one that ties in very closely with her love of books. Mae is a spinner of tales, and when left alone for too long, a daydreamer. She rarely shares the stories in her head, but can be persuaded to impart them on occasion if she trusts the cat. She tries to keep it to a minimum, but this also gives her the tendency to unrealistically romanticize things.

Personality||

[ Passionate; Hot-headed] [ Sensitive; Insecure] [ Straightforward; Standoffish]
Mae is not what you would call a sociable cat, by any stretch of the word. She's strong-willed, aggressive, loud-mouthed, and very frank with her opinions. Her tolerence for what she deems stupid or trivial is very low, often landing her in arguments and fights. She has great distrust for any and all strangers, and finds it hard to open up to others, even if she knows them well.

Strangely, despite her issues with socializing, she is very crowd-oriented, and feels most comfortable when surrounded by other cats. Not interacting with them necessarily, but being close enough to observe and feel welcomed. She circles the edges of large groups of cats, watching and listening and occasionally daydreaming, but she would never consider just jumping in. Her dislike of physical contact, for one, makes it difficult to navigate the inner reaches of crowds, and her repressed shyness keeps her from engaging cats on the outer edges. If someone approaches her, she will not shoo them off, but she will almost never initiate a conversation. And even then, it's likely that the discussion will turn sour when she doesn't reciprocate flirting, or calls someone out on their flaws.

Beneath her rude and anti-social exterior, Mae is really quite insecure. Being left on her own, especially for long periods of time, makes her nervous and lonely, and she often berates herself for her inability to appear friendly. She tries, but she never feels she is trying hard enough, because she would never give up her independent and outspoken nature just to be more well-liked.

The only times you can find Mae truly at peace are when she is deeply concentrated on something. The two most common instances of this are when she is a) reading, or b) in the kitchens. Books should speak for themselves, but Mae finds great delight in the precision required of cooking, preparing meat or fish in particular. She always wears gloves for this, regardless of how messy the task may seem, and becomes deeply engrossed in perfecting dishes for her own enjoyment. If she gets it right, it's a beautiful creation. If she gets it even slightly off, it's a disaster and a mess and she is hopeless.

History||

[Childhood]

Mae was born in California, close enough to the Nevada line and close enough to Las Vegas for the culture to have spilled over just a little bit into the neighboring towns. Their town however, was just beyond the reach of Sin City, much to the disappointment of Mae's brother.

They were a family of four, in the beginning at least. Her father ran a reasonably successful family restaurant, and his wife was his assistant when she wasn't looking after their two kittens. They were well-fed, and their lives were not unhappy. True, Mae was often teased by the more ruthless kids at their local Catholic school for being a 'midget', but her brother Charlie was always there to stand up for her. Maybe their parents argued sometimes, when they thought their children weren't listening, about things like money and God and having 'sheltered' children. But they were happy for the most part.

[Adolescence]

That was what Mae thought, anyway. Until they turned eighteen, and her brother ran off to Vegas with only a raging arguments' notice. Until her father collapsed in the middle of opening shop, and didn't get up. Until the hospital bills were so high, and the restaurant failing because Mae and her mom couldn't run it alone, and no one knew how to contact Charlie and tell him what was wrong.

Until she was nineteen and they were living in a small apartment with no air conditioning because the restaurant had been shut down six months prior. Listening to her mother pray for hours on end to the sound of the heart monitor. Piecing back together the rosary she had thrown to the floor, proclaiming that God was 'no longer with them', and never had been.

[Young-Adulthood]

Charlie came home when they were both twenty, with enough money to make a small living and a collection of not-so-legal tricks he had learned in the City. Their father had been dead for four months, and he hadn't known. Until she told him, quietly, so their mother wouldn't come screaming down the stairs again and try to beat her son senseless.

He wanted them to come live with him in Vegas, in the apartment he'd bought with his own money, just big enough for three if the girls shared a bed. Their mother refused with a passion. She would stay in the town, and she would die in this town, and as far as she was concerned, Charlie was no longer her son.

So Mae went away with him, and he got her a job working in the kitchens of a well-known casino. It wasn't much, but to Mae, anything was better than spending another day with their mother.

[RP History]

N/A

P L A Y E R

Timezone|| EST
Preferred Medium|| Chatroom/Skype
Secondary Medium|| Chatroom/Skype
Unaccepted Medium|| Notes
Skype Username|| Ask me!
RP Example||

Immediately upon knocking, Leif regretted it. Had he learned nothing of being cautious? It wasn't as though Gweillan was safe anymore, though I'm his mind it still remained his home. To look back over the bluff and see scorched lines in the sand, black from the heedless digging of whoever had been searching so hard, always shocked him. He could see the same sight dozens of times, but in his mind, the kingdom he had been born in remained a pale and faintly glowing oasis of memory. Good memories, most of them. But not all. His paws shook, the flashing milliseconds his thoughts took manifesting themselves in physical distress. He should turn, he should run. Back to... Where? His home? He wasn't so sure he had one of those anymore.

He stood, then. Not so much resolute as at a loss. Whatever happened next, must be either fate, or... survival of the fittest. If his curiosity ended up being the death of him, then perhaps they would all be better off. The world didn't need another scrawny coward anyway, not a cat who ran away from trouble only to find yet more heartache. The door slammed open and he flinched, awaiting almost certain death. A momentary pause granted him just enough time to think to himself, 'don't be so melodramatic', before it dawned on him that something was wrong. His flitting, bemused gaze turned up (and up, and up, good heavens,) not quite meeting the storm-green and impassioned eyes of the stranger in the doorway. What was the wait, now? He would almost have been frightened more by the pause, if it weren't for the chill numbness that still gripped him as a reflex every time he was taken by surprise.

Caught like a deer in headlights, (not that he would have understood the simile,) he gave no immediate response to the questioning enunciation of his name. Really, it had been so long since anyone had called him by any name, he hardly recognized it as his own. In stupefied silence he stared back, wide-eyed, and waited for clarification. This hulking and scarred tomcat before him bore no resemblance to anyone he knew, not with those haunted eyes, not with the guarded way he held himself, not naked of the crimson and gold and music that had adorned the cat he met all those many months ago, before life had turned sour and days duller. When no explanation or introduction was offered, he hesitantly put forward his own query. Voice husky with almost a year of smoke and disuse. Eyes clouded with tamped-down emotions. He spoke with the almost impassive curiosity of someone meeting a stranger on the side of the road, one who greeted him like a friend but provided no introduction.

"Sorry, do I know you...?"

R E L A T I O N S

To win her over|| Be gentle. Be patient. Be engaging, but not pressuring. Talk to her, but don't drown her out with words. Be sweet, and only a little flattering. Let her come to you.

To drive her away||
Be harsh. Be aggressive. Be domineering, and very self-assured. Touch her without asking, but rebuke her when she lashes out. Be cruel, with both words and actions. Follow her relentlessly.

Family||

Rowan Ulane (NPC) // Father // Citizen/Chef [deceased]
Aura Van Heterdu (NPC) // Mother // Citizen/Church Volunteer
Charlemange Ulane (NPC) // Brother // Bartender

Relationships||

Neutral/Unsure
Admiration/Aesthetic Attraction
Positive Feelings/Like
Friend
Good Friend
Family/Love
Romantic Attraction/Crush
Dislike/Discomfort
Hate/Fear

Olek Esmond
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_{...Why did I give him my sandwich?}