Accepted for the character of Lena Ra’Tore! Welcome to the crew! OOC informationName/Age:

Accepted for the character of Lena Ra’Tore! Welcome to the crew! 

OOC information

Name/Age:Jess/18

Pronouns:She/Her

Timezone:EST

Level of Activity: 10. I am transitioning from being a part-time worker to a stay at home puppy momma so I’ll have a lot of free time on my hands in the coming weeks/months.

Experience: I have been a part of several other roleplays, until life got in the way with college and moving from the Midwest to the Northeast. This will be my first group roleplay in about six months, but I was still actively rping with my single rp partners during the transition.

Rules: Yes, I understand. check

Questions: None! Everything is explained very well.

IC information

Desired Character: Lena RaTore

Why?: I’ve always wanted a chance to play the cruel warrior that loves her family like none else. I forsee Lena being a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, especially if she sees any of her friends hurt. Towards her group, she would be stern but caring, but not matronly. More towards a fun boss that you want to hang out with for beers after work–only with more fighting instead of working.

Any others: Denian Thesus and Lukas Arcain. To be entirely honest, Im fine playing any one of these three, so whatever you guys need most I’m fine with playing.

Anything you’d like to change:Nope!

Para Sample:

A groan–no, a snarl–erupted from ruby flecked lips.

“Seems this one’s still clinging.” Lena smiled, sickly sweet down at the soul beneath her boot. She didn’t honestly care what side the body belonged to, only knowing that it wasn’t one of hers and that the man’s soul was quickly fading. The facets of red sprayed from beneath his teeth only caused her to flick her tongue in her mouth.

“Tsk, tsk. Can’t let this soul go to waste, now can I?” It was nearly as grasping at cotton rope, pulling his soul back from the void and to her. She’d save him for later; she’d save him for the ominous glow over the hill that steadily marched forth. Damned Knights, so many and so stupid. The small pile of bodies around her had only been a scouting group and yet there were still enough men to trump her small band of misfits three to one.  

Another round of sputtering pulled her eyes back to the soon-to-be corpse. It must’ve been agony, what he was feeling. The way he writhed and fought, raging against the darkness that would inevitably take him. Yet she found no remorse, no compassion; she was a tower over him, worn leather heel pressed into his chest. If there ever was a time that she didn’t feel small shivers of delight at a free soul being forcefully attached to her magic for another bout of this endless war, she couldn’t remember it.

This time was no different.