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{{Character | {{Character | ||
| − | | type = | + | | type = Vigilante |
| image = | | image = | ||
| name = Rumple | | name = Rumple | ||
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| archetype = {{Archetype line|Scrap|17px|y}} | | archetype = {{Archetype line|Scrap|17px|y}} | ||
| origin = {{Origin line|Magic|17px|Y}} | | origin = {{Origin line|Magic|17px|Y}} | ||
| − | | level = {{Level line|H|42|17px | + | | level = {{Level line|H|42|17px}} |
| sg = {{Infobox link|Legion of Catgirls - Pride of Paragon|Legion of Catgirls - Pride of Paragon}} | | sg = {{Infobox link|Legion of Catgirls - Pride of Paragon|Legion of Catgirls - Pride of Paragon}} | ||
| realname = Ali Gothson | | realname = Ali Gothson | ||
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On a whim she put the collar on… and everything changed. The changes though seem to only be there when she wears the collar, fading when she takes it off. More out of curiosity, she slipped into the one community she feels she fits. She hasn’t looked back since. | On a whim she put the collar on… and everything changed. The changes though seem to only be there when she wears the collar, fading when she takes it off. More out of curiosity, she slipped into the one community she feels she fits. She hasn’t looked back since. | ||
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Revision as of 04:58, 20 November 2010
| Rumple | |
| Player: @Byfield | |
| Origin: |
Magic |
| Archetype: |
Scrapper |
| Level: |
42 |
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| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: |
Ali Gothson |
| Species: |
Human |
| Eye Color: |
Green |
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Ali Gothson liked playing in her grandmother’s attic. There were so many interesting things up there, so many books and cloths that she could spend days on end pretending. But she grew older and other thing took her time.
Recently she received one last gift from her grandmother, a small box and a note. The note was to tell her that her grandmother knew how much she had liked the old things and that this should pass directly to her. The box contained an old spiked leather collar.
On a whim she put the collar on… and everything changed. The changes though seem to only be there when she wears the collar, fading when she takes it off. More out of curiosity, she slipped into the one community she feels she fits. She hasn’t looked back since.
