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Character Appearance

red lips, bright green eyes, long raven curly/wavy hair that floats around her waist that's either out or braided back, hourglass figure, large chest (roughly DD if you must know) she is normally seen in obvious gypsy clothes. a skirt, shirt, corset and sometimes a shawl around her shoulders, head or small waist. her feet are bare and dirty from walking everywhere and her neck, arms and ankles often have jewellery on that match her outfit for she wouldn't be a true gypsy without some jewellery

Character Personality

she is sensual, playful but can also be very serious. she tries to be friendly but will first assume you hate her because she is a gypsy and that is all she has gotten from strangers.

Character Likes

ale, music, her violin and guitar, dancing, entertaining, expressing herself, being a tease, helping her people, travelling, people who enjoy her music.

Character Dislikes

being insulted, treated like a common whore, treated worse than a dog, assaults, starving, people who hate her music.

Character History/Story

She's a gypsy that wanders the streets with her horse called Stallion and her wagon that he pulls behind him, be careful that she doesn't catch you in her web for she is know for having many lovers and leaving them all behind, she doesn't believe in marriage. when she was young her mother taught her what it was to be a gypsy, her mother was a full bred and born Gypsy while her father was a run away werewolf prince who denounced his claim to the throne and taught Obsidian how to fight, fed for herself, play the violin, guitar and cook. her father was murdered by monster hunters who killed off her gypsy family, she was left scared mentally and physically. now these days she is happy, she spends her time travelling mostly by her self but will always return home for a season to share what she earns, stole and found. at times when she's not around she is off seducing some rich man and when she has his trust she steals from him and runs away into the night.

Character Inventory

some throwing daggers, coins, comb and sometimes a violin

Character Abilites

throwing daggers perfectly, she can fight, healer slightly faster than the normal human, perfect tracking abilities, able to play any song by ear and can be very seductive

Writer's Writing Style (OOC)

Paragraph, Multi-Para, Novella, One-liners

Writer's Favored Genres (OOC)

Fantasy, Romance, Realistic, Rated R, Child Friendly, 18+, Action, Adult

About the Writer (OOC)

I write in third person I use ** for actions marks, I like proper spelling and grammar just so it's easy to understand you and what is going on about the roleplay. i've been roleplaying for 6 years. I'm a girl and I live in Australia if you were curious.

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  • About he same honestly. This semester has been killing me

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  • ( Not a problem. That length is fine. )

    At her first comments, the Judge sneers. In annoyance or pure denial is unknown.  "You know the law, Gypsy. Your kind are not allowed to dance publicly, save for the day of fools. Do not play coy." Just to mention the blasphemous holiday made Frollo cringe in disgust.

    He would scoff and give a roll of his eyes as she pointed behind him. Many a Gypsy had attempted this "trick" on him. It would not work. "Do you take me for a fool?"He asked in a low, growling voice that was almost guttural. He was not at all however expecting the Gypsy to run all the same, despite the fact that he himself had not been distracted for an instant.

    The Minister gritted his teeth together and gave his horse a kick in the ribs. The large, black stallion gave a neigh and bolted across the square after her. Claude Frollo's jurisdiction was as far as it was wide, but the one place he could not reach was Notre Dame. If she managed to hide herself inside and claim Sanctuary while doing so, it would be some time before he would be able to capture her again. And such a thought made him nearly sick with anger.

  • At long last, the chance was his to claim. It was a rather unusual circumstance given that Frollo was alone. He did not have his guards to accompany him. But it was of little concern. He had arrested many Gypsies without assistance before and he would do so again.

    But the moment Obsidian caught his gaze in her own was truly unexpected. He was not anticipating those bright green eyes boring into his soul. It gave him a feeling of deep longing, but also of fear. Right now, the fear was in control of him. It caused his eyes to narrow in accusation. His iron grip on the reins of his horse tightened evermore. Satan was working through her. Possessing her to move her body in ways which inspired base instincts in others. He vowed not to succumb to it, but his mind was betraying him. All the  more reason to arrest her quickly.

    There was still a small crowd of people around Obsidian but they did not concern the minister. Frollo wordlessly commanded his horse to move forward, parting the crowd rather forcefully until he was less than twenty paces or so in front of the Gypsy. From atop the horse, he stared down upon her...a cold, critical gaze  beheld her own for a long, tense moment before at last the Judge spoke.

    "Gypsy!" He called out to her in a loud voice like thunder. "You are under arrest! I command you to cease your devilry at once!" To refuse an order, especially from an honorable Judge was absolutely forbidden. And yet the Romani folk were not bound by the law in the way the Parisians were. There was always a chance that she would attempt to flee from him. Should that happen, Frollo needed only to give his horse a sharp kick and he would catch her. He would however, elect to be a bit more merciful if the Gypsy girl surrendered quietly.

  • ( No worries at all. It's going to take me a few more days to get back to you, so just you know. I've been busy too.)

  • The wicked ways of Gypsies were not to be changed. Like Eve to the Apple, they were tempted by sin as though their natures commanded it. And there was no one in Paris who held this belief in higher esteem than Judge Frollo.

    Everyone in this city talked. Their words and gossip spread like wild fire through the city. Flame through dry weeds. And word had carried itself swiftly up the chain of command, until landing upon the Minister's ears. Whispers of a Gypsy girl who danced in the streets, ensnaring all who looked upon her with her hypnotizing beauty. Though no one knew her name, it was hardly necessary. The Judge would find her nonetheless.

    It was in the square in front of Notre Dame Cathedral where he would find his quarry. Among the crowds and droves of peasants all strutting about in the blinding afternoon sun, Claude narrowed his eyes to search for the girl. It was not hard to find a Gypsy. And being so skilled as he was in hunting them down, it was astonishingly easy.

    At long last, he cast his gaze upon a hair of dark, raven hair. Hair of that shade was unmistakable. He had seen it many a time atop a Gypsy's head. From atop a large, black stallion he carefully observed the girl. Waiting for the opportune chance to make his arrest. This was the one. He was certain of it. 

    He was a patient man. He would wait for as long as it was necessary. When the crowd parted and the hour grew late, she would be his. 

  • ( Very well. I'll have that ready for you soon.)

  • ( I am very interested. Don't worry. Unless you'd prefer to start, I can have a starter ready for you within a day or two if you're happy with the details.)

  • ( Yes, that's fine. What you do with your character is up to you. That said, would you prefer to play out a similar scenario to the story? As in, Frollo is trying to arrest your character while secretly lusting after her? )

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