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  1. #11
    Sonnie Wu's Avatar
    Sonja "Sonnie" Wu
    Striking Looks
    (Playful)
    Presence
    (Mischievous)
    Dexterity
    (Nimble)
    New Identity
    (Sonja Wu)
    Mantle
    (Spring)
    Mask:

    An alluring young beauty, Sonnie Wu is 5'2" and lean-bodied, with a light, nimble step and eyes that seem to say "Hey, you know what would be fun?" Her reddish-brown hair often seems slightly unkempt, and an amused smile regularly plays on her lips. Sonnie is usually dressed casually or for outdoor activity. She almost always wears a pair of red leather tabi boots.
    Mien:

    To the eyes of Fae, Sonnie's feet are like those of a monkey: Toes as long as fingers, with one on each foot being opposable like a thumb. A long monkey tail protrudes from the base of Sonnie's spine, covered in hair the same shade as her head. It appears to be prehensile, and often moves to react to her mood and dances about when she speaks, like people who "talk with their hands." Finally, her brown eyes turn golden.
    Mundane Equipment:

    Smart phone, messenger bag, quarterstaff, 2 throwing knifes (concealed), 3 goblin fruit (changes by season), mountain bike.
    Hedgespun

    Cloud-Stepping Shoes
    Hedgespun ● +2 Speed

    Coin of the Lucky Monkey
    Hedgespun ● +1 Defense
    Sonnie Wu Scenes
      Beast's Keen Senses
     

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    Steepscrambler

    Sonnie waved her hands (yes, both of them) excitedly as Rlyeh,Worm and Cassandra arrived. "Hello! Hello! Hello! Welcome to the soiree!" She had all the spastic energy of a 6 year old on a sugar rush, and she wasn't even drunk yet.

    She winked at Seraphina, "Never fear, I'll catch you if you fall!" If she was paying attention, anyway.

    "Anyway," she said, spinning back towards the bar, "Drinks! Barkeep! I demand your fruitiest girly drink! You know, the ones in fancy glasses and with the little umbrellas and whatnot in them! Gimmie all the froo froo!"

    A nod was given to Rhoson, "A booth! For the sitting of the butts!"
    Spring Mantle (Scent of Flowers and Fruit)

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  3. #12
    Rlyeh's Avatar
    Presance
    (There)
    Dex 6!
    (Nimble)
    Perfect Stillness
    Allies
    (Street)
    Trained Memory/Trained Observer
    R'lyeh
    Mask

    A slim Caucasian women, with frayed, frizzy bleached hair, chapped lips and irritated, red skin surrounding her eyes.

    Underneath her clothes are a myriad of scars, most notably on her back shaping like wings, and her stomach, Great wide slashes that never healed correctly.
    Mien

    Oil black, miasma purple, and dishwater white, the pallet of the fox girl drowning in crude oil, choking on smog, fur matting with dirty glass, & black ice feathers, and you have the pitiable star of the next Dawn Dish Soap ad* Under her collar, is a slash across her throat, yowling open. Acts like tattoo. Rows of yellow fangs, and a wet looking tongue lolling out.


    *Thanks Scourge for the reference!!
    ...

    2
    PRE

    Blightbent Riddleseeker

    ...and now there's more people. Not that there wasn't already a lot of people here, but this wasn't just people this was more Lost. And that. They knew her. Well not really, but also yes. Colonel Worm-Summer-Warrior-promised to protect - has seen her cry. She's yelled at him. She didn't do this socializing thing any more. It was hard and awkward and she just - "Thankyou! I didn't want to not-try." she says when she realizes that Sera-Queen had began talking to her. "So...I uh. Yeah." she shrugs, but Sera's already off speaking to everyone else. All the people-Lost she's invited to this club.

    Gathering clusters, gorgeous and outrageous. And, she feels a ball, a knot, choking, clogging, filling her throat and she can feel it in her mouth that isn't and it feels like anxiety-regret-vomit. She doesn't want to drive. (Does she even remember how to?) she doesn't want to be responsible. But. But.

    Looking at the group, and the masses around them. No. Just the Lost. Just the Freehold. Just the wyrdstone given safety net.

    And.

    And.

    "Whiskey sour,"

    Trust.

    She laughs, and doesn't mean it but does, pushing passed her ask to say something else so people don't notice, don't focus. She can't - she just - questions and answers. Settle and refocus.

    "Does that mean that CW's one of the girls?" is an actual question. Maybe it was a joke, maybe it was harder to day, girls plus one guy's night out. But maybe it wasn't. She's assumed Colonel Worm's gender identity, but. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe she'd been misgendering the Summer. R'lyeh was a lot of things, most of them gross-bad-wrong but she didn't want to be that kind of bitch.
    Wyrd ●● | Heath: | Willpower: | Glamour:

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  5. #13
    Colonel Worm's Avatar
    The Damn Colonel
    Presence
    (Rakish)
    Summer Mantle
    (Heat Shimmer)
    Status
    (Criminals)
    Contacts
    (Criminals)
    Languages
    (Spanish)
    Colonel Worm

    Mask
    Worm is tall, whip thin, and corded with muscle. He's got more than a few scars. His eyes are blue and wild. His dirty blond hair is often greasy and worn short in the front, longer in the back—what some may call a mullet. There's always a mischievous smile on his lips. His wardrobe is extensive and totally crazy, filled with second-hand costumery and bizarre outfits scavenged from thrift-bins. The clothes reflect his attitude: Colonel Worm loves to make a scene and leave a lasting impression, for better or worse.

    Mien
    Worm's mien is quintessential Goblin: he is taller, thinner, and more scarred. His skin is a bright red and his eyes a glaucous white (with no discernible pupils). What little hair he has is also white. His ears and nose are pointed and his hands and feet are approximately doubled in size. His muscles stand out like lengths of rope beneath his skin.
    Colonel Worm

    Mantle
    The air around Worm shimmers and bends with heat mirage, something you might see coming off of blacktop on a 100 degree day.

    3
    PRE

    Wyrd
    ••
    Soldier

    Worm waves back to Sonnie. As always, he loves the energy. Tries not to think about how that might translate in the sack. Fails.

    And here comes Cassandra. Worm starts the internal clock ticking: how long until the frosty fairest flakes out? Who knows, maybe she'll stick around tonight? If the Colonel's lucky, she might even decide to spare him a few words. Will wonders never cease? "Evening, Cass! Welcome to Thunder Dome."

    He laughs at Sera's greeting. ""That's me! I've got streamers shooting out of my ass." He shakes his butt to emphasize his point: "There'd be no point in going out without me--I'd find you."

    He acknowledges Ro's order with a backward glance and a smile and R'lyeh's with a little wave, looks back to the bartender. "OK--two super-froo froo drinks, the more decoration the better, a rum and coke--make that rum spiced, a whiskey sour, a shot of Jameson and a stout if you've got it." A pause, "Oh, and whatever red here wants," nodding toward Cass.

    While he waits on their drinks, he turns back to the group: "I'm down to retire to a booth to get properly lubricated." His eyes find R'lyeh...was that a joke? Well holy shit. He gives the Fox a crooked grin, "Prettiest Princess at the ball. Right here." Points to his chest. Bats his lashes.

    When the drinks arrive, he doles them out and leaves the cash to cover it (plus tip). "Shall we, ladies?" He sucks down his shot while indicating a nearby booth.

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  7. #14
    Cassandra Reeding's Avatar
    Cassandra Moore
    Presence
    (Charismatic)
    Striking Looks
    (Radiant)
    Intelligence
    (Keen)
    Kith Blessing
    (Prismatic Heart)
    Status
    (Entertainment)
    Cassandra Reeding

    Eyes like cut, polished emeralds, waist-length scarlet hair, and glowing prismatic skin that seems to react to her emotional state, however what they mean is anyone's guess.

    +1
    SL
    4
    PRE

    Wyrd
    •••
    Polychromatic Artist

    Cassandra can't help but smile a bit, looking down at her outfit as she receives compliments. "Thanks," her soft, alto voice replies. "I completely agree. I don't feel like I get out nearly enough these days." Even though it gives her pretty decent anxiety hanging out with people she's less familiar with, at the very least, being with Sera makes everything easier. Funny how things have changed.


    Roshon suggests a booth and Cassandra nods in agreement, "A booth would be good." Some place to sit and chat. Funny, the idea of being unattainable hotties. It isn't often that she considers her own beauty, but given how much more beautiful people like Sera is, it's easy to forget you are also on the 'hot' spectrum.


    She always loves how excitable Sonnie is. "Thank you, it is lovely to see you!" She hasn't talked to Sonnie in some time.


    R'lyeh doesn't say much, not even really a greeting, but Cassandra doesn't really pay it mind. She barely even notices it.


    CW greets her and she does her best to maintain that nice demeanor. She's going to successfully socialize this time. Right? Right. ...right? It gives her anxiety when she thinks someone doesn't like her. Still, she gives a little smile at the greeting. Things are fine. Fine...


    They indicate a booth and Cassandra makes her way over there, sipping her drink as she sits down furthest in. "So, what have y'all been up to?"

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  9. #15
    Seraphina's Avatar
    Seraphina
    Striking Looks
    (Enthralling)
    Presence
    (Magnetic)
    Distinctive Voice
    (Angelic)
    New Identity
    (Sarah Jones)
    Mantle (Spring)
    (In Mini Sheet)
    Seraphina

    Mien

    Softly shimmering gold flakes catch the light whenever she moves, delicate gilded and diamond scales extenuate the luminescent sapphires that are her eyes. The ocean lives in Sera's eyes, perfectly cut sapphires, gleam in the light. Deeper shades always shifting like the tide. The scales trail up to her temples and forehead. Her hair reaches down her back, brushing the back of her knees, spun silver and gold. Very fine diamond dust falls loose from her hair when she moves, reflecting rainbows from the light. The scales on her hands are dulled by the simple fact that her hands are translucent.
    Seraphina

    Fairest

    Nix/Treasured
    Mantle

    Cherry blossoms gilded in gold bloom from her hair, tumbling down as a warm rejuvenating spring breeze gently kisses the air with the scent of freshly cut grass. The sound of birds singing can be heard as the wildflowers grow and bloom in vibrant colors where she walks, swaying and lively in the breeze.
    Wedding Ring
    Gold band around her finger with a pale red jewel at the center
    Seraphina

    Mask
    A fairly tall woman, roughly 5'11 with long, wavy dark brown hair. Her eyes are an intense, deep bright blue, reminding one of sapphires. Her lips are full, her body perfect.
    Items

    Hedgespun Items

    Tear dropped shaped pendant, form fitted waterfall jacket

    Misc.

    -2 to any rolls involving Presence

    +2
    SL
    +2
    DV
    4
    PRE

    Wyrd
    ••••
    Treasured Nix

    Now what Roshon ordered sounded good too. There was a debate going on, and she decides maybe she’ll let the Nix take a sip. Maybe. She could totally score a sip.

    “A booth sounds perfect!” she agrees, “But I do think we should make an appearance on the dance floor at some point.” Unattainable in a booth AND on the dance floor. “That is usually me, but I took an Uber tonight. Though I’ll gladly provide Ubers for whoever needs one!” offers the Treasured. “Though I suppose if worse comes to worse, I could call Max.” Shrugging.

    Smirking to Sonnie, “For some reason, I believe that.” The wink returned. After all, Sonnie had helped save her from the Briar Wolves, helped her walk back to the Tavern.

    “With umbrellas?” fruity was good. She could do fruity.

    When Rlyeh orders, “Now that sounds interesting too.” Maybe going out to a club was a bad idea. There were all the drinks she could try. But she knew, deep down, she needed to be careful.
    Laughing, did she just make a joke?!

    “He can be if he wants to!”
    she declares with a giggle.

    A sly look to Worm, “Oh? Now that would make for a fun challenge!” laughing.

    Looking to Cassandra, “Then we’ll have to fix that! More nights out!” declares the Nix.

    Following the group, “Holidays tend to be busy for me, so I’ve been trying to get things done and have time for myself.” A light shrug, busy, but she loved it. “You?”
    Treasured/NixWyrd ••

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  11. #16
    Sonnie Wu's Avatar
    Sonja "Sonnie" Wu
    Striking Looks
    (Playful)
    Presence
    (Mischievous)
    Dexterity
    (Nimble)
    New Identity
    (Sonja Wu)
    Mantle
    (Spring)
    Mask:

    An alluring young beauty, Sonnie Wu is 5'2" and lean-bodied, with a light, nimble step and eyes that seem to say "Hey, you know what would be fun?" Her reddish-brown hair often seems slightly unkempt, and an amused smile regularly plays on her lips. Sonnie is usually dressed casually or for outdoor activity. She almost always wears a pair of red leather tabi boots.
    Mien:

    To the eyes of Fae, Sonnie's feet are like those of a monkey: Toes as long as fingers, with one on each foot being opposable like a thumb. A long monkey tail protrudes from the base of Sonnie's spine, covered in hair the same shade as her head. It appears to be prehensile, and often moves to react to her mood and dances about when she speaks, like people who "talk with their hands." Finally, her brown eyes turn golden.
    Mundane Equipment:

    Smart phone, messenger bag, quarterstaff, 2 throwing knifes (concealed), 3 goblin fruit (changes by season), mountain bike.
    Hedgespun

    Cloud-Stepping Shoes
    Hedgespun ● +2 Speed

    Coin of the Lucky Monkey
    Hedgespun ● +1 Defense
    Sonnie Wu Scenes
      Beast's Keen Senses
     

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    Steepscrambler

    The bartender was happy to oblige with everyone's drink orders. Once Sonnie had her fruity, colorful glass of booze in hand, she looked about the joint. Simian eyes scanned for an empty booth. Where, oh, where could one be?

    She wasn't having much luck in a place like this. Booths were taken left and right.

    Time to stalk some prey. A booth was located. The occupants looked about ready to leave. Patience, now. Wait for it...

    Wait for it...

    Sip your drink...

    Watch that hot dude one the dance floo- NO! Watch the booth, dummy!

    There they go! Sonnie swooped in the instant the previous party left, pouncing on the booth. She threw glares at any non-fae who were heading in that direction. The booth... was hers!

    Territorial Beast triumphant, she looked to the others and grinned. "Got a booth!"
    Spring Mantle (Scent of Flowers and Fruit)

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  13. #17
    Rlyeh's Avatar
    Presance
    (There)
    Dex 6!
    (Nimble)
    Perfect Stillness
    Allies
    (Street)
    Trained Memory/Trained Observer
    R'lyeh
    Mask

    A slim Caucasian women, with frayed, frizzy bleached hair, chapped lips and irritated, red skin surrounding her eyes.

    Underneath her clothes are a myriad of scars, most notably on her back shaping like wings, and her stomach, Great wide slashes that never healed correctly.
    Mien

    Oil black, miasma purple, and dishwater white, the pallet of the fox girl drowning in crude oil, choking on smog, fur matting with dirty glass, & black ice feathers, and you have the pitiable star of the next Dawn Dish Soap ad* Under her collar, is a slash across her throat, yowling open. Acts like tattoo. Rows of yellow fangs, and a wet looking tongue lolling out.


    *Thanks Scourge for the reference!!
    ...

    2
    PRE

    Blightbent Riddleseeker

    Brows furrow. That does not answer her question. Or maybe it does. Why do people have to be complicated? Frowning to herself, she considers the answer, and looks between everyone in the group and frowns harder. She could ask-ask, but that would put the Wizened on the spot and that's not fun. Which is the opposite of what she wants to happen tonight, and she suspects what everyone wants to have happen tonight. Sighing she follows the group to the both,

    "Thank you for getting a both. Sonnie-Wu-Ca-" then she coughs, because. Well. Yeah. This is just them, but it's public, and not safe. Mentally smacking herself, she looks around again.

    She'll just have to pay attention, and focus on context clues, and see to people's assumptions and if they're corrected and yeah. That could be a plan. She nods.

    "Does anyone know how to dance? I don't remember how to dance." she admits and that feels like a weakness, answering a question not asked. But if they all get up onto the dance floor, it's going to be very obvious, so it doesn't feel like she's giving away an answer that is precious and secret and she can never get back.
    Wyrd ●● | Heath: | Willpower: | Glamour:

  14. #18
    Roshon's Avatar
    Roshon
    Striking Looks
    (Grand)
    Roshon

    Mien
    Roshon's true form is far more chaotic than even most other Lost, as they can at least claim to be symmetrical. Not so for Roshon. Sure, from the tips of the miniature blackbuck horns that sprout from her head, everything looks fine, but then it comes to her ears, with one being a fuzzy red panda tuft, and the other being like that of a dhole. Her eyes are like those a big cat, and though her hair is just as it appears with her mask, the fur of a striped hyena runs in a black and white mane down her spine. A pair of fangs lie beneath her lips, and a tiger tail sprouts from the base of her spine. Her hands are scaled like the feet of a bird, and if one is lucky enough to see her with boots off, a pair of mutant crocodile feet lie beneath.
    Roshon Scenes
     ExitScene

    +1
    SL
    2
    PRE

    Miner Chimera

    On one hand, Roshon was pretty relieved that no one took her up on the offer to be the designated driver. On the other hand, she wasn't sure if it mattered. Would she really relax and 'let her hair down' as that stupid saying went? They were in public. Bound to draw attention. Chances were high it might be the wrong kind. Sure, the Colonel was there, and that would help some, but would it help enough?

    Hiding her unease under an air of aloof superiority (because let's face it, she looked classy as fuck), Roshon trailed after the others on the way to the booth, drink untouched in her left hand.

    "I don't dance in heels," Roshon said, in response to the scruffy conundrum that was her friend, as she took a seat in the booth. She was only wearing a low heel, but still, she wasn't very comfortable in them. She'd never been boy, or girl, crazy, and she'd never really taken dance lessons, so there hadn't been much need to learn how to do anything besides walk in them when appearances demanded. For instance, in places like this.

    Next, Roshon turned to Cassandra Reeding , and answered her question with another question.

    "You ever wonder if your ambitions are too low? Like, you spend so much time dreaming of something, and then realize, maybe my dreams are small? Maybe they could be something even greater? That's kind of been my experience lately. Years ago, I dreamed of having my own garage. More recently it was my own mountain of scrap. But now I'm wondering, why not all that and my own track on top of it all? Gonna take a few million, probably, but why let that stop me?"

    Roshon smiled, the kind of smile that was just as predatory as small the tiger teeth embedded in her gums.

    "What about you? Don't think I've seen you around."
    Roshona Dhar, Wizened: Miner/Chimera. Courtless. Striking Looks: Grand.

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  16. #19
    Colonel Worm's Avatar
    The Damn Colonel
    Presence
    (Rakish)
    Summer Mantle
    (Heat Shimmer)
    Status
    (Criminals)
    Contacts
    (Criminals)
    Languages
    (Spanish)
    Colonel Worm

    Mask
    Worm is tall, whip thin, and corded with muscle. He's got more than a few scars. His eyes are blue and wild. His dirty blond hair is often greasy and worn short in the front, longer in the back—what some may call a mullet. There's always a mischievous smile on his lips. His wardrobe is extensive and totally crazy, filled with second-hand costumery and bizarre outfits scavenged from thrift-bins. The clothes reflect his attitude: Colonel Worm loves to make a scene and leave a lasting impression, for better or worse.

    Mien
    Worm's mien is quintessential Goblin: he is taller, thinner, and more scarred. His skin is a bright red and his eyes a glaucous white (with no discernible pupils). What little hair he has is also white. His ears and nose are pointed and his hands and feet are approximately doubled in size. His muscles stand out like lengths of rope beneath his skin.
    Colonel Worm

    Mantle
    The air around Worm shimmers and bends with heat mirage, something you might see coming off of blacktop on a 100 degree day.

    3
    PRE

    Wyrd
    ••
    Soldier

    Sonnie snags a booth and Worm gives her an enthusiastic thumbs up, lets the other Lost head that way before he leaves the bar.

    While he lingers, he orders one more shot and sucks it down. For the road. Snags his beer and begins to make his way over. When he passes a cluster of normies dancing, he pauses to join in the fun. If they're uncomfortable with a stranger crashing their party, he's seemingly unaware.

    Dance Break, 3 successes

    Anyway, he's a good dancer. And it feels good too. Win win.

    It only lasts for a minute tops and then he breaks off and shimmies the rest of the way to their little booth-group, taking a sip off his beer as he goes.

    Slides in and grins at R'lyeh, "I remember. Stick with me, kid. We'll cut so many rugs they'll... Well, I don't know what they'll do. But the rug people will not be happy." A wink. "Anyway, it's not about remembering really. Just do what the music tells you, yeah?"

    The Goblin looks around the table for back up. Since that night at Roshon's, getting Toxic Fox to loosen up is kind of his side-quest.

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  18. #20
    Seraphina's Avatar
    Seraphina
    Striking Looks
    (Enthralling)
    Presence
    (Magnetic)
    Distinctive Voice
    (Angelic)
    New Identity
    (Sarah Jones)
    Mantle (Spring)
    (In Mini Sheet)
    Seraphina

    Mien

    Softly shimmering gold flakes catch the light whenever she moves, delicate gilded and diamond scales extenuate the luminescent sapphires that are her eyes. The ocean lives in Sera's eyes, perfectly cut sapphires, gleam in the light. Deeper shades always shifting like the tide. The scales trail up to her temples and forehead. Her hair reaches down her back, brushing the back of her knees, spun silver and gold. Very fine diamond dust falls loose from her hair when she moves, reflecting rainbows from the light. The scales on her hands are dulled by the simple fact that her hands are translucent.
    Seraphina

    Fairest

    Nix/Treasured
    Mantle

    Cherry blossoms gilded in gold bloom from her hair, tumbling down as a warm rejuvenating spring breeze gently kisses the air with the scent of freshly cut grass. The sound of birds singing can be heard as the wildflowers grow and bloom in vibrant colors where she walks, swaying and lively in the breeze.
    Wedding Ring
    Gold band around her finger with a pale red jewel at the center
    Seraphina

    Mask
    A fairly tall woman, roughly 5'11 with long, wavy dark brown hair. Her eyes are an intense, deep bright blue, reminding one of sapphires. Her lips are full, her body perfect.
    Items

    Hedgespun Items

    Tear dropped shaped pendant, form fitted waterfall jacket

    Misc.

    -2 to any rolls involving Presence

    +2
    SL
    +2
    DV
    4
    PRE

    Wyrd
    ••••
    Treasured Nix

    Raising her free hand in a triumph cheer, “Yes!” sliding, carefully, into the booth, cause she had a drink and a dress that was short.

    Looking at the drink, it was really pretty and she liked the umbrella, which she took out and stuck it behind her ear. A careful sip was taken, then eyes widen in delight, “Oh, this is good!” she declares. Eyes move to R’lyeh, “Ehhh…kinda?” replies the Nix, “I’m not very good at it, never had rhythm on the dace floor. But I’m game to try!” sure! Plus, get a few more of those drinks into her and she’ll be tearing up the dance floor.

    “I’ll take mine off to try dancing if you do!” she teases Roshon with a smirk.

    Another sip, she was enjoying this, “Yes! Why not both of them?!” money was a thing, but a small thing. “And who knows, maybe you can find some investors to help cover the initial cost.” She might invest.

    Seeing Worm make a pit stop to dance, she cheers again.

    Then a shrug at the question, “I’m not sure, but it sounds right.” Sure, sounded good, sip the yummy drink some more.
    Treasured/NixWyrd ••

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