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Jul 15, 2021 13:03:34 GMT -6
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Individual
Character's full name: Iris Florence Wright
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: (if applicable)
Gender: Female
Age: 23 (almost 24)
Date of Birth: 03/18/1997
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin:
Birthplace: San Francisco, CA
Place of Origin: Seattle, WA
Home: Kingston, New York, works in New York, New York
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Scottish-American
Appearance
Hair color and style: She has long auburn hair that reaches her waist and she keeps it in a simple ponytail on a day-to-day basis. When she’s going to be working on something over a long period of time, however, she takes the time to carefully put it into a very strict Dutch Braid, also known as a reverse French Braid where it is braided under instead of over. This is mostly because she can do it faster going under on herself than going over. If she’s feeling fancy she’ll do a double Dutch Braid.
Skin Tone: She is exceptionally pale with a rose undertone and the tiniest speckle of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She jokes she has to blister to tan and is very careful to not go out directly into the sun without a lot of sunscreen.
Eye Color: Brown-hazel
Height: 6’4”
Build: Iris jokes she’s of a time of warrior women and her build reflects it. She’s heavy set and very good at ‘planting’ herself. Tall and with some muscle, she is considered overweight and doesn’t care. She, ironically, mostly does Yoga, but her build was never meant for “hidden power” but instead, “I look like I can crush a watermelon with my thighs and will.”
Visible Magical Corruption: None, yet
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Has two Latin mottos tattooed to wrap around her upper arms in Old English lettering; “Ex scientia victoria” (In knowledge, victory) on the left and “Fatum me elegit” (Fate choose me) on the right
Other features: Wears bright lipstick that is for fun over blending in
Everyday clothing style: Comfy clothes; she prefers funny t-shirts as well because they make her laugh, and ironically, dress pants, especially the stretchy kind because she can move more easily in them over jeans. Jeans also just feel weird to her. She has a bunch of hoodies that she wears when cold, but overall, she wears what is comfortable
Uniform: Works in retail and wears that uniform
Sleepwear: Sweats and a tank top
Miscellaneous clothing: A silver bracelet that has a series of charms hanging from it (a needle & thread, a paintbrush, a cat, a dog, a book, & a teacup; omitting the needle & thread, the paintbrush, and the book, all the charms are just ones she likes the look of)
Character
Personality: (How your character behaves, social tendencies, quirks, etc.)
Iris will fake it till she makes it. She’s very nervous under her at ease, confident, exterior, and in a lot of ways, this is because she’s at ease with herself, but not at all at confident.
She is a shy introvert who desperately dislikes her job, but she also likes her discount. A lot. She can pretend and put on a nice face regarding working with people and always puts forth the best effort. She is also usually handed the most irritating to look for, as she never loses her patience with them and always keeps a pleasant smile on her face.
On the inside, she is probably about three seconds away from a panic attack. She keeps to herself when on her breaks, giving people to think she’s anti-social, when in reality, after having to spend hours being under attack by the general populace, she just needs a quiet space to recharge. Doing her cross-stitch or embroidery helps a great deal.
She is also someone who focuses on tiny details of something, very intently, to the point she cannot tell you what color someone’s hair was, but she could tell you what hair clip was in their hair if they wore one. She will never tell a lie, but that doesn’t mean she’ll tell someone the truth either.
You can call her something, but that doesn’t make it her name. She was where she said, but never says for how long. And even then she doesn’t check her watch, so how can she be sure how long she was in one place or another.
She is also, unfortunately, a pacifist, and hates confrontation, making her seem like someone that can be walked over. But knowledge is never wasted, even when obsolete, and she remembers very well those who used her for their own gains.
Hobbies/ Interests: Painting, sculpting (still doing basic pieces as she just started, but is slowly getting better), needlework (cross stitch & embroidery, specifically), Yoga (it is good, low impact exercise which is good for her knees) and swimming
Job or part-time job and description: She works for a Craft Store and runs an online store that sells prints of her paintings, as well as her needlework (plus digital patterns of her simple things). She does more needlework as she can take that to work with her and do it during her breaks.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Iris has a big fear of being discovered as Mystic, that she’s hiding things, that she is not as honest as she presents herself. She is concerned that she’ll be caught and end up in a worse place than she was. And she’s very terrified of small, dark, enclosed spaces.
Special talents: She is very good at painting, embroidery, & cross-stitch. Though the last two do cross over on occasion into the Magic.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Iris likes to believe she’s a good person. She tries to do the right thing and admits when she has no idea if she does or not. And sometimes being a good person means helping someone who is really annoying and you don’t like but you do help them anyway.
Feelings toward Mutants: Iris's overall feeling of Mutants is mixed and takes each one as she meets them. Her overall feeling is more along the lines of, “Sucks to be them,” before remembering she’s vaguely in the same boat as them, more or less.
Feelings toward Humans: Warier of Humans than of Mutants as a whole. She knows if they knew she was Mystic, they’d probably lock her up somewhere. Or torture her. Or experiment on her.
Feelings toward Adapteds: Exactly the same as Humans, except even warier. She has no idea if they can cut out her Magic as well.
Magic
Arcana Praeditus: Aceision
Arcana Initium: (none)
Preferred Foci: Her cross-stitch & embroidery
Magical Theme: No knowledge is wasted, even if it becomes obsolete
Snap Spell: “Is there anything I can help you find today?” (Let’s her see what the person is looking for at that moment; consequently she accidentally uses it a lot at work)
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities:
By genetics, and accidental choice, Iris is exceptionally strong. She’s built muscle through swimming and balance through Yoga, along with her flexibility, though she’s not the most flexible person in the world Her stamina is also fairly high as she does swim half an hour a day at the local Y, right after work, with Yoga on her days off, and as a cool down at night. Her reflexes are a bit higher than the average person, but that’s because of retail and the fact she’s so tall, that during her teenage years it was hell.
That being said, her speed is sh*t on land. She’s tall and heavy. She can’t outrun them. But she’ll probably outlast the average person.
Fighting Style: Her fighting style is “distract and get out of sight” and if that doesn’t work, “brawl” which means, she has no style.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: She has no style, so she doesn’t know how to conserve energy and vaguely know how to throw a punch. Pros is, someone professional won’t be sure [i[exactly{/i] how she moves.
History Of Your Character
Iris’s family started out in California, San Francisco specifically. When she was five years old, the entire family, from her single mother to her elderly great-grandfather, packed up and moved to Seattle, WA and she has no idea why.
That doesn’t mean she has never asked, and each time it has been shot down to the point she knows if she is ever going to learn, she’ll have to find out for herself. They didn’t move from Seattle after that, not as such. Family members did, but Iris and her mother, Chloe, stayed. It wasn’t until Iris turned 21 that she moved across the country to New York and ran right into the Welldrinker Cult.
She had no fear of Mutants, so what they preyed on was her wish for knowledge of why her family moved and of knowledge in general. She was someone that could help them in that she didn’t care what she was researching and, more to the point, those that courted her thought she wouldn’t care where it came from.
When she woke up, able to see glimpses of the future, discovered the very next day at work, she knew she had gotten herself into a lot of trouble and couldn’t help but wonder if this was why her family ran all those years ago.
While she still doesn’t know that answer, she is now very terrified of who she’s ended up with, and her own self won’t allow her to hide.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: rose_moon
Where did you learn about this site?: Elluvias
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: No, Iris is my first and probably going to be my only
Sample RP:
Iris rubbed her hands nervously together before she pulled out her cross-stitch of roses blooming from a skull. She began to stitch carefully, not whispering anything over it, not turning it into the very thing which she had been gifted, wondering if she should be worried yet or not.
To find that which was lost, new from the old, rebirth after death. So many little things could be tied into something so very innocent and she continued to stitch, memorizing the pattern so this weekend, when she wasn’t busy, she could actually enact the ritual.
Only little things could be done at work. Only small things, little twitches here and there.
Her watch buzzed on her wrist, her only expense outside of her floss and cloth and paints and canvases. Putting it like that, it seemed it was a lot of expense, but she carefully stood up, shutting off the alarm, and putting away the finished cross-stitch, taking a deep breath.
And then her smile was across her face, picture-perfect and making her eyes bunch up around the edges, and she turned and slipped back out onto the floor.
“Is there anything I can help you find today?” tripped easily off her tongue to the nearest, lost-looking soul and the knowledge flashed across her eyes.
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