My Characters!
Thread Topic: My Characters!
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fRICK THEY'VE BEEN SEEN
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Ceraphir
Name: Ceraphir (elfish) or Cedric (human), he prefers Ceraphir
Gender: Male
Sexuality: ._.
Pronouns: He/him but he also allows they/them
Age: 27
Race: Half Elf, Half Human
Rank: Warlock (I think lol)
Height: 6'2
Appearance: Long, way golden hair in a braid, pointy ears, lightly tanned skin, icy gray eyes (yet they have an unspoken friendliness about them), a bright smile that seems to have a sort of melancholy about it.
Personality: Charismatic, humorous, friendly, energetic, but also gentle, somber, and sarcastic at times. He's someone who would befriend you in an instant but only truly let you in after a long time of trust.
Backstory: Ceraphir, being half elf and half human, never truly felt accepted in either world. He was raised in the elven woods but felt like he didn't fit in very much, although he still felt disconnected to his human roots. When he was 16, he left the elven woods to dwell among humans, enlisting into the army when he was 18 with the hopes and dreams of becoming a hero, and finally fitting in. He trained his hardest and became one of the army's best.
Ceraphir's dreams of heroism and glory were shattered by horrific reality when he watched his friends die before his very eyes to the monstrous challenge they faced. He returned from the war alive, traumatized, and friendless. He was offered chances to become a soldier again and again, but each time he declined. He still has nightmares that he wakes up from in a dazed panic.
He decided to live a more quiet and peaceful life after that, but his heart still longs for adventure and the great outdoors, still longing for his childish dream of becoming a hero and finally fitting in with others he cared for. -
It's me!! Designed by Cinna -
Cressida ooga booga -
OOOOO! Me likes!!!!
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Koisplash
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My baby Leafwhisper is the best thing she just is -
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Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss, aka Tigerlily my beloved, murder woman who is tired all the time -
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The fabulous art is by Cham! My beloved gorl Sunspot, an OC I've had for ages ✨
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Black - Intricate dark lace, the feeling of dipping your hand in oily liquid
Red - A splash of color, a clashing sound, an explosive taste, pain
Green - the gentle sound of wind, new life growing, the softest of smiles
Yellow - Sitting in sunlight, laughing, the feeling of being hugged, a summer dress
Blue - The sensation of water lapping at your hands, a low but distinct hum, floating a little, the feeling of silky blue fabric, being refreshed
Orange - A swirling flame, a timeless tradition, the taste of something salty but sweet, clapping
Pink - Innocent children, youth, rose petals, soft things, flight
Purple - Rich food, thick silky curtains, beautiful but heavy weights, sinking into a pile of comfort that you can't escape
Grey - Undisturbed mist, quiet, a wedding veil, chastity, solemn silence, peace, a clean feather
White - A bright, unblemished void, a fresh sheet of paper, a vaguely minty smell, something sharp
Brown - The warmth of soil that's been in the sun, a content mess, a comforting hug from someone you trust, power in the right hands
Wasn't sure where to put this so ayy it's in here now -
Name: Saraiyah (Sarai/Sarah, Riya/Raiyah)
Age: 7
Gender: Female
Appearance: Curly, shoulder length raven hair, large, soft brown eyes, and light brown skin.
Clothing: An oversized baby blue hoodie that's decorated with pins of various sizes, shapes, and colors. Judging by its raggedy state, it must have been a hand-me-down. She also wears blue overalls and red kiddie sneakers with tattered, peeling stickers on them.
Personality: Sarai is a sweet, gentle soul who is generous and genuinely kind. She seems innocent and pure, but behind her eyes lie things that no child should have seen.
Disabilities/disorders: Panic disorder (has frequent panic attacks)
Bio: She saw her father ki11 her mother in a fit of drunken rage and ran away from home while being pursued by him. (In reality, he was trying to catch her and bring her safely back home but she thought he was coming to ki11 her as well.) Now any sort of violence, no matter how small, seriously stresses her out to the point of a breakdown.
Other: Your honor, she is baby -
Saraiyah shuffled her scuffed red sneakers, her blue hoodie reaching down to her knees. She pulled the hood over her head, looking around. Maybe there would be nice mommies and daddies around, who would be willing to take her home. She was soft, and nice, and friend-shaped. Surely someone would want her.
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