Usque
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Biography: This is the NPC account for the people of the Usque
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island and Sindarin
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 9:55:43 GMT -5
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Post by Usque on Apr 25, 2021 11:57:16 GMT -5
Mood Music
This is the beach where the Usqueans have been catching their fish. You will notice the calm as you walk down the rocky coast.
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Uma
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 21
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Appearance: Eyes: Violet
Hair: Black
Height: Average (About 5'4")
Build: Athletic
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Equipment: Leather armor
Circlet
Spear
Rucksack filled with whatever she could carry during the flood, rope, cookware, pick axe
The clothing on her back
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Skills and Abilities: Fishing
Hunting
Trapping
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Biography: Uma is one of two fishers left of the Usqueans. She was going to be trained as one of the guardians but the flood happened. She is a quiet girl for the most part, but seems to be the one people run into.
She has been known to frequent the seaside as of late, using her skills to help feed the village that was growing quietly throughout time.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island
Registered: Apr 22, 2021 10:55:05 GMT -5
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Post by Uma on Apr 25, 2021 12:01:55 GMT -5
Uma led the way to the beach where she had been doing most of her fishing. She took off her sandals, then waded into the warm water, basket left on the beach. She stopped and waited patiently. She turned her head toward the man, "There is a pole if you wish to use that." She nodded to the fishing rod leaning against a tree. There was a net nearby too.
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Azaran the Wanderer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 100
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: (Drawing commissioned, done by Griffith)
Azaran is roughly 5'7", with a muscular, athletic build. He has black hair, cut short to his head, along with a pair of purple eyes. His hair is usually hidden by his armored helmet, however, one with a star-esque face opening and black markings along the top of the head. He wears a purple sleeved shirt underneath a steel cuirass, with pauldrons going out over the shoulders. He wears tanned pants, as well as a pair of armored greaves.
Equipment: As well as his armor, Azaran carries with him few supplies, mainly a waterskin and a small pouch for some food and general supplies as he travels. To protect himself, however, he carries a basic heater shield and what seems to be a hook made out of black metal, sharpened to a short blade at the far end with sharp points on both ends, and a rounded point design on the back. Although it seems unassuming, it can also materialize what seems to be a translucent purple rope-like structure wrapping around the uppermost part of the hook, and extending out any length up to 20ft or so, with a barbed hook at the end. The rope seems extremely hard to break, and the hook seems to be sharp as a blade.
Skills and Abilities: Despite his hesitance to use it, Azaran is very skilled at fighting, and due to the copious amount of time he spends out in the wilderness he is an excellent survivalist, knowing how to spend weeks at a time on his own on travels between civilizations.
Biography: Growing up, Azaran Ðyáhmo lived in the lap of luxury, sheltered from the harsh realities of the rest of his people in the archipelago. His parents, Duke and Duchess of the region, kept him away from seeing that. However, as time went on, his curiosity got the better of him. One night, while his family was sleeping, he snuck out of the palace, to see the world outside. To his dismay, the people were struggling. His parents focused more on their party lives that the lives of the people they were supposed to serve. Disease ran rampant, people were starving in the streets, and bandits robbed in broad daylight. When he returned to his home in the early hours in the morning, he vowed to make his world a better place, one person at a time. He forsook his parents' name, and stole their most precious heirloom, the God Hook Déshimoh, whisking it away in the dead of night to wander the countryside, never staying in one place long, passing along the good fortunes of comradery to his people. Even after the flood destroyed everything, though, he didn't give up, and he plans to spread the same word around this world as well.
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 17:52:55 GMT -5
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Post by Azaran the Wanderer on Apr 25, 2021 19:43:52 GMT -5
Azaran, reaching the beach, set down his helmet and his shield on the rocky shore, helmet upturned to use as a basket. He takes off his boots and begins to roll up his pantlegs. "Why thank you for that offer, but I think I'll use this." He says, standing up and taking the hook in hand. He focuses on it for a moment, and a dull purple glow flickers like a string wrapped around the top. He frowns, inspecting it. "Strange." He mutters, trying again, to a similar result. "Usually it doesn't take this much effort."
On a third attempt, the purple line appears in full at the top of the hook, a smaller hook at the end of it. Wading a little ways into the water, Azaran would cast it off into a direction away from Uma, so as for her to not get tangled in it. "This is a beautiful beach." He comments as he stands there, waiting for a bite. "I wonder if any other groups made it out and set up on some other beach."
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Uma
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 21
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Appearance: Eyes: Violet
Hair: Black
Height: Average (About 5'4")
Build: Athletic
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Equipment: Leather armor
Circlet
Spear
Rucksack filled with whatever she could carry during the flood, rope, cookware, pick axe
The clothing on her back
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Skills and Abilities: Fishing
Hunting
Trapping
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Biography: Uma is one of two fishers left of the Usqueans. She was going to be trained as one of the guardians but the flood happened. She is a quiet girl for the most part, but seems to be the one people run into.
She has been known to frequent the seaside as of late, using her skills to help feed the village that was growing quietly throughout time.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island
Registered: Apr 22, 2021 10:55:05 GMT -5
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Post by Uma on Apr 26, 2021 9:31:22 GMT -5
She nodded, frowning but not remarking about the weirdness that was going on with his hook. Uma returned her attention to the task at hand and gazed. "It is very lovely," she said. "There have to be other people somewhere, but where? We can't be the only ones..." She threw her arm into punching the spear into the water but was too slow. Perhaps if she concentrated on fishing more, perhaps she would have caught the fish.
All went quiet for a time but for the breeze and the waves lapping, and the call of the gulls off in the distance. She felt relaxed every time she came out to this beach, for it was peaceful and reminded her that she was alive.
She speared a fish and pulled the squirming mass from the weapon, then tossed the fish expertly into the basket; something she had been doing her whole life it seemed.
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Azaran the Wanderer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 100
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: (Drawing commissioned, done by Griffith)
Azaran is roughly 5'7", with a muscular, athletic build. He has black hair, cut short to his head, along with a pair of purple eyes. His hair is usually hidden by his armored helmet, however, one with a star-esque face opening and black markings along the top of the head. He wears a purple sleeved shirt underneath a steel cuirass, with pauldrons going out over the shoulders. He wears tanned pants, as well as a pair of armored greaves.
Equipment: As well as his armor, Azaran carries with him few supplies, mainly a waterskin and a small pouch for some food and general supplies as he travels. To protect himself, however, he carries a basic heater shield and what seems to be a hook made out of black metal, sharpened to a short blade at the far end with sharp points on both ends, and a rounded point design on the back. Although it seems unassuming, it can also materialize what seems to be a translucent purple rope-like structure wrapping around the uppermost part of the hook, and extending out any length up to 20ft or so, with a barbed hook at the end. The rope seems extremely hard to break, and the hook seems to be sharp as a blade.
Skills and Abilities: Despite his hesitance to use it, Azaran is very skilled at fighting, and due to the copious amount of time he spends out in the wilderness he is an excellent survivalist, knowing how to spend weeks at a time on his own on travels between civilizations.
Biography: Growing up, Azaran Ðyáhmo lived in the lap of luxury, sheltered from the harsh realities of the rest of his people in the archipelago. His parents, Duke and Duchess of the region, kept him away from seeing that. However, as time went on, his curiosity got the better of him. One night, while his family was sleeping, he snuck out of the palace, to see the world outside. To his dismay, the people were struggling. His parents focused more on their party lives that the lives of the people they were supposed to serve. Disease ran rampant, people were starving in the streets, and bandits robbed in broad daylight. When he returned to his home in the early hours in the morning, he vowed to make his world a better place, one person at a time. He forsook his parents' name, and stole their most precious heirloom, the God Hook Déshimoh, whisking it away in the dead of night to wander the countryside, never staying in one place long, passing along the good fortunes of comradery to his people. Even after the flood destroyed everything, though, he didn't give up, and he plans to spread the same word around this world as well.
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 17:52:55 GMT -5
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Post by Azaran the Wanderer on Apr 26, 2021 22:04:46 GMT -5
"I think you're right." Azaran says, staring at where his string hit the water. "I sincerely doubt this settlement is all that's left. I mean, I found you and yours by the boats still at the shore, I figure the best way to look is to travel the shore looking for other boats or settlements. And if none are here, look for another island nearby."
Azaran is quiet for a moment, before he feels a tug on his hook. He yanks it back, then begins reeling in the string with his hand, wrapping the excess around his hand as he pulls, until he finally pulls the wriggling fish out of the water. Carefully, he walks back onto the shore and drops the fish into his helmet, not risking it by throwing it himself, seeing as how he didn't trust his aim with throwing. He walks back to his spot from before and casts out again, patiently waiting for another bite.
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Uma
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 21
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Appearance: Eyes: Violet
Hair: Black
Height: Average (About 5'4")
Build: Athletic
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Equipment: Leather armor
Circlet
Spear
Rucksack filled with whatever she could carry during the flood, rope, cookware, pick axe
The clothing on her back
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Skills and Abilities: Fishing
Hunting
Trapping
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Biography: Uma is one of two fishers left of the Usqueans. She was going to be trained as one of the guardians but the flood happened. She is a quiet girl for the most part, but seems to be the one people run into.
She has been known to frequent the seaside as of late, using her skills to help feed the village that was growing quietly throughout time.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island
Registered: Apr 22, 2021 10:55:05 GMT -5
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Post by Uma on Apr 28, 2021 13:19:35 GMT -5
"We have a few people wandering about, looking for resources and other people," she said as she looked down into the water, spear at the ready. All was quiet again for a long moment. It was peaceful... And then she began to hum a lovely tune, every now and then pausing to stab at the occasional fish and chuck said fish into the basket if she was lucky enough to catch any.
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Azaran the Wanderer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 100
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: (Drawing commissioned, done by Griffith)
Azaran is roughly 5'7", with a muscular, athletic build. He has black hair, cut short to his head, along with a pair of purple eyes. His hair is usually hidden by his armored helmet, however, one with a star-esque face opening and black markings along the top of the head. He wears a purple sleeved shirt underneath a steel cuirass, with pauldrons going out over the shoulders. He wears tanned pants, as well as a pair of armored greaves.
Equipment: As well as his armor, Azaran carries with him few supplies, mainly a waterskin and a small pouch for some food and general supplies as he travels. To protect himself, however, he carries a basic heater shield and what seems to be a hook made out of black metal, sharpened to a short blade at the far end with sharp points on both ends, and a rounded point design on the back. Although it seems unassuming, it can also materialize what seems to be a translucent purple rope-like structure wrapping around the uppermost part of the hook, and extending out any length up to 20ft or so, with a barbed hook at the end. The rope seems extremely hard to break, and the hook seems to be sharp as a blade.
Skills and Abilities: Despite his hesitance to use it, Azaran is very skilled at fighting, and due to the copious amount of time he spends out in the wilderness he is an excellent survivalist, knowing how to spend weeks at a time on his own on travels between civilizations.
Biography: Growing up, Azaran Ðyáhmo lived in the lap of luxury, sheltered from the harsh realities of the rest of his people in the archipelago. His parents, Duke and Duchess of the region, kept him away from seeing that. However, as time went on, his curiosity got the better of him. One night, while his family was sleeping, he snuck out of the palace, to see the world outside. To his dismay, the people were struggling. His parents focused more on their party lives that the lives of the people they were supposed to serve. Disease ran rampant, people were starving in the streets, and bandits robbed in broad daylight. When he returned to his home in the early hours in the morning, he vowed to make his world a better place, one person at a time. He forsook his parents' name, and stole their most precious heirloom, the God Hook Déshimoh, whisking it away in the dead of night to wander the countryside, never staying in one place long, passing along the good fortunes of comradery to his people. Even after the flood destroyed everything, though, he didn't give up, and he plans to spread the same word around this world as well.
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 17:52:55 GMT -5
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Post by Azaran the Wanderer on Apr 28, 2021 20:25:06 GMT -5
"That's good, not everyone has the skills to survive in the wild." Azaran comments, hooking another fish, before dragging it up and throwing it in with his last. He casts back out. "Especially one as untamed as this, finding others can be a great blessing."
Azaran closes his eyes, taking in the sweet breeze from the sea and the melodic tune Uma was humming. "Though I have to say, dangerous or not, nature does have quite the charm."
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Uma
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 21
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Appearance: Eyes: Violet
Hair: Black
Height: Average (About 5'4")
Build: Athletic
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Equipment: Leather armor
Circlet
Spear
Rucksack filled with whatever she could carry during the flood, rope, cookware, pick axe
The clothing on her back
_____
Skills and Abilities: Fishing
Hunting
Trapping
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Biography: Uma is one of two fishers left of the Usqueans. She was going to be trained as one of the guardians but the flood happened. She is a quiet girl for the most part, but seems to be the one people run into.
She has been known to frequent the seaside as of late, using her skills to help feed the village that was growing quietly throughout time.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island
Registered: Apr 22, 2021 10:55:05 GMT -5
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Post by Uma on May 1, 2021 10:10:41 GMT -5
"Our people do, but some of them are still ill from the mist and our numbers are few right now. We've been here for a fortnight I think. Our queen is looking in the forest for a place to build our new home. It is odd to us that the trees don't whisper here..." she trailed off and concentrated on the fishing.
She speared another fish after what seemed like a while to her because this whole thing had her unnerved. She looked off into the distance without chucking the fish to the basket for a moment, staring at the horizon. "The mist frightens me. I sometimes wonder if it will engulf the land or the world will flood again..."
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Azaran the Wanderer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 100
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: (Drawing commissioned, done by Griffith)
Azaran is roughly 5'7", with a muscular, athletic build. He has black hair, cut short to his head, along with a pair of purple eyes. His hair is usually hidden by his armored helmet, however, one with a star-esque face opening and black markings along the top of the head. He wears a purple sleeved shirt underneath a steel cuirass, with pauldrons going out over the shoulders. He wears tanned pants, as well as a pair of armored greaves.
Equipment: As well as his armor, Azaran carries with him few supplies, mainly a waterskin and a small pouch for some food and general supplies as he travels. To protect himself, however, he carries a basic heater shield and what seems to be a hook made out of black metal, sharpened to a short blade at the far end with sharp points on both ends, and a rounded point design on the back. Although it seems unassuming, it can also materialize what seems to be a translucent purple rope-like structure wrapping around the uppermost part of the hook, and extending out any length up to 20ft or so, with a barbed hook at the end. The rope seems extremely hard to break, and the hook seems to be sharp as a blade.
Skills and Abilities: Despite his hesitance to use it, Azaran is very skilled at fighting, and due to the copious amount of time he spends out in the wilderness he is an excellent survivalist, knowing how to spend weeks at a time on his own on travels between civilizations.
Biography: Growing up, Azaran Ðyáhmo lived in the lap of luxury, sheltered from the harsh realities of the rest of his people in the archipelago. His parents, Duke and Duchess of the region, kept him away from seeing that. However, as time went on, his curiosity got the better of him. One night, while his family was sleeping, he snuck out of the palace, to see the world outside. To his dismay, the people were struggling. His parents focused more on their party lives that the lives of the people they were supposed to serve. Disease ran rampant, people were starving in the streets, and bandits robbed in broad daylight. When he returned to his home in the early hours in the morning, he vowed to make his world a better place, one person at a time. He forsook his parents' name, and stole their most precious heirloom, the God Hook Déshimoh, whisking it away in the dead of night to wander the countryside, never staying in one place long, passing along the good fortunes of comradery to his people. Even after the flood destroyed everything, though, he didn't give up, and he plans to spread the same word around this world as well.
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 17:52:55 GMT -5
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Post by Azaran the Wanderer on May 2, 2021 18:52:15 GMT -5
Azaran opened his eyes, staring at the sea himself. "It is hard to say whether either of those will happen, but by some miracle this land survived the first flood, so I find it unlikely that another will come for it. Though, whether this is fact or optimism I can't say I know." He said, gaze fixating on the point where his line hit the water. "...but what of this mist, how has it made your people sick?" He asks, trying to hide his own worry about whether whatever it is could effect anyone else here.
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Uma
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 21
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Appearance: Eyes: Violet
Hair: Black
Height: Average (About 5'4")
Build: Athletic
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Equipment: Leather armor
Circlet
Spear
Rucksack filled with whatever she could carry during the flood, rope, cookware, pick axe
The clothing on her back
_____
Skills and Abilities: Fishing
Hunting
Trapping
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Biography: Uma is one of two fishers left of the Usqueans. She was going to be trained as one of the guardians but the flood happened. She is a quiet girl for the most part, but seems to be the one people run into.
She has been known to frequent the seaside as of late, using her skills to help feed the village that was growing quietly throughout time.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island
Registered: Apr 22, 2021 10:55:05 GMT -5
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Post by Uma on May 3, 2021 16:30:52 GMT -5
"Some are more tired than normal, weaker somehow... and magic seems affected too. The queen had a hard time healing a small wound the other day. I think she is ill too, but she doesn't let us see it." She finally moved to put the fish in the basket, looking between the basket and his helmet. "We have enough for those of us who are at camp, the rest have dried meat from the last hunt while they are in the forest."
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Azaran the Wanderer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 100
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: (Drawing commissioned, done by Griffith)
Azaran is roughly 5'7", with a muscular, athletic build. He has black hair, cut short to his head, along with a pair of purple eyes. His hair is usually hidden by his armored helmet, however, one with a star-esque face opening and black markings along the top of the head. He wears a purple sleeved shirt underneath a steel cuirass, with pauldrons going out over the shoulders. He wears tanned pants, as well as a pair of armored greaves.
Equipment: As well as his armor, Azaran carries with him few supplies, mainly a waterskin and a small pouch for some food and general supplies as he travels. To protect himself, however, he carries a basic heater shield and what seems to be a hook made out of black metal, sharpened to a short blade at the far end with sharp points on both ends, and a rounded point design on the back. Although it seems unassuming, it can also materialize what seems to be a translucent purple rope-like structure wrapping around the uppermost part of the hook, and extending out any length up to 20ft or so, with a barbed hook at the end. The rope seems extremely hard to break, and the hook seems to be sharp as a blade.
Skills and Abilities: Despite his hesitance to use it, Azaran is very skilled at fighting, and due to the copious amount of time he spends out in the wilderness he is an excellent survivalist, knowing how to spend weeks at a time on his own on travels between civilizations.
Biography: Growing up, Azaran Ðyáhmo lived in the lap of luxury, sheltered from the harsh realities of the rest of his people in the archipelago. His parents, Duke and Duchess of the region, kept him away from seeing that. However, as time went on, his curiosity got the better of him. One night, while his family was sleeping, he snuck out of the palace, to see the world outside. To his dismay, the people were struggling. His parents focused more on their party lives that the lives of the people they were supposed to serve. Disease ran rampant, people were starving in the streets, and bandits robbed in broad daylight. When he returned to his home in the early hours in the morning, he vowed to make his world a better place, one person at a time. He forsook his parents' name, and stole their most precious heirloom, the God Hook Déshimoh, whisking it away in the dead of night to wander the countryside, never staying in one place long, passing along the good fortunes of comradery to his people. Even after the flood destroyed everything, though, he didn't give up, and he plans to spread the same word around this world as well.
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 17:52:55 GMT -5
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Post by Azaran the Wanderer on May 3, 2021 21:12:22 GMT -5
"Magic is affected too..." Azaran says to himself, his eyes travelling up the purple string, up to the black hook from which it came. That would explain it...
Seeing Uma move back towards shore, Azaran snapped out of his thoughts. He made the purple line dissipate, storing the hook on his back once more as he moved to shore, sliding his feet back into his boots as he unrolls his pantlegs down once more, before picking up his helmet and holding it in front of him. "That sounds good to me."
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Uma
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 21
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Appearance: Eyes: Violet
Hair: Black
Height: Average (About 5'4")
Build: Athletic
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Equipment: Leather armor
Circlet
Spear
Rucksack filled with whatever she could carry during the flood, rope, cookware, pick axe
The clothing on her back
_____
Skills and Abilities: Fishing
Hunting
Trapping
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Biography: Uma is one of two fishers left of the Usqueans. She was going to be trained as one of the guardians but the flood happened. She is a quiet girl for the most part, but seems to be the one people run into.
She has been known to frequent the seaside as of late, using her skills to help feed the village that was growing quietly throughout time.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island
Registered: Apr 22, 2021 10:55:05 GMT -5
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Post by Uma on May 8, 2021 8:05:36 GMT -5
She looked over to him and gave a smile. Her eyes did not match the smile at the moment, they were tired, looking as if she was affected too by the Mist. But that was for a fleeting second before she looked away and pulled out her dagger, intent on cleaning the fish while they were there. First, she scaled each fish, rinsing them off in the seawater. Then she cleaned the innards out and tossed those into the sea as well to be eaten by crabs or other fish rather than sit there and rot. It was a way of saying thanks to the animals for providing food.
Once all the fish were clean and ready to go, she said, "This is a good haul."
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Azaran the Wanderer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 100
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: (Drawing commissioned, done by Griffith)
Azaran is roughly 5'7", with a muscular, athletic build. He has black hair, cut short to his head, along with a pair of purple eyes. His hair is usually hidden by his armored helmet, however, one with a star-esque face opening and black markings along the top of the head. He wears a purple sleeved shirt underneath a steel cuirass, with pauldrons going out over the shoulders. He wears tanned pants, as well as a pair of armored greaves.
Equipment: As well as his armor, Azaran carries with him few supplies, mainly a waterskin and a small pouch for some food and general supplies as he travels. To protect himself, however, he carries a basic heater shield and what seems to be a hook made out of black metal, sharpened to a short blade at the far end with sharp points on both ends, and a rounded point design on the back. Although it seems unassuming, it can also materialize what seems to be a translucent purple rope-like structure wrapping around the uppermost part of the hook, and extending out any length up to 20ft or so, with a barbed hook at the end. The rope seems extremely hard to break, and the hook seems to be sharp as a blade.
Skills and Abilities: Despite his hesitance to use it, Azaran is very skilled at fighting, and due to the copious amount of time he spends out in the wilderness he is an excellent survivalist, knowing how to spend weeks at a time on his own on travels between civilizations.
Biography: Growing up, Azaran Ðyáhmo lived in the lap of luxury, sheltered from the harsh realities of the rest of his people in the archipelago. His parents, Duke and Duchess of the region, kept him away from seeing that. However, as time went on, his curiosity got the better of him. One night, while his family was sleeping, he snuck out of the palace, to see the world outside. To his dismay, the people were struggling. His parents focused more on their party lives that the lives of the people they were supposed to serve. Disease ran rampant, people were starving in the streets, and bandits robbed in broad daylight. When he returned to his home in the early hours in the morning, he vowed to make his world a better place, one person at a time. He forsook his parents' name, and stole their most precious heirloom, the God Hook Déshimoh, whisking it away in the dead of night to wander the countryside, never staying in one place long, passing along the good fortunes of comradery to his people. Even after the flood destroyed everything, though, he didn't give up, and he plans to spread the same word around this world as well.
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 17:52:55 GMT -5
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Post by Azaran the Wanderer on May 9, 2021 17:06:54 GMT -5
Seeing Uma gutting her fish here, Azaran does the same, using the blade on the bottom of his hook in lieu of a dagger, seeing as he didn't have one. Leaving the innards behind, he puts the fish back into his helm, before looking back at Uma, seeing the weariness in her eyes. "That it is." Azaran responds, adjusting his grip. "Are you feeling alright? You seem somewhat...tired."
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Uma
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 21
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Appearance: Eyes: Violet
Hair: Black
Height: Average (About 5'4")
Build: Athletic
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Equipment: Leather armor
Circlet
Spear
Rucksack filled with whatever she could carry during the flood, rope, cookware, pick axe
The clothing on her back
_____
Skills and Abilities: Fishing
Hunting
Trapping
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Biography: Uma is one of two fishers left of the Usqueans. She was going to be trained as one of the guardians but the flood happened. She is a quiet girl for the most part, but seems to be the one people run into.
She has been known to frequent the seaside as of late, using her skills to help feed the village that was growing quietly throughout time.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island
Registered: Apr 22, 2021 10:55:05 GMT -5
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Post by Uma on May 12, 2021 19:55:29 GMT -5
"I get that way sometimes since we arrived here," she said honestly and lifted her basket. She froze then as she heard a shout coming from Camp. "Trouble!"
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Azaran the Wanderer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 100
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: (Drawing commissioned, done by Griffith)
Azaran is roughly 5'7", with a muscular, athletic build. He has black hair, cut short to his head, along with a pair of purple eyes. His hair is usually hidden by his armored helmet, however, one with a star-esque face opening and black markings along the top of the head. He wears a purple sleeved shirt underneath a steel cuirass, with pauldrons going out over the shoulders. He wears tanned pants, as well as a pair of armored greaves.
Equipment: As well as his armor, Azaran carries with him few supplies, mainly a waterskin and a small pouch for some food and general supplies as he travels. To protect himself, however, he carries a basic heater shield and what seems to be a hook made out of black metal, sharpened to a short blade at the far end with sharp points on both ends, and a rounded point design on the back. Although it seems unassuming, it can also materialize what seems to be a translucent purple rope-like structure wrapping around the uppermost part of the hook, and extending out any length up to 20ft or so, with a barbed hook at the end. The rope seems extremely hard to break, and the hook seems to be sharp as a blade.
Skills and Abilities: Despite his hesitance to use it, Azaran is very skilled at fighting, and due to the copious amount of time he spends out in the wilderness he is an excellent survivalist, knowing how to spend weeks at a time on his own on travels between civilizations.
Biography: Growing up, Azaran Ðyáhmo lived in the lap of luxury, sheltered from the harsh realities of the rest of his people in the archipelago. His parents, Duke and Duchess of the region, kept him away from seeing that. However, as time went on, his curiosity got the better of him. One night, while his family was sleeping, he snuck out of the palace, to see the world outside. To his dismay, the people were struggling. His parents focused more on their party lives that the lives of the people they were supposed to serve. Disease ran rampant, people were starving in the streets, and bandits robbed in broad daylight. When he returned to his home in the early hours in the morning, he vowed to make his world a better place, one person at a time. He forsook his parents' name, and stole their most precious heirloom, the God Hook Déshimoh, whisking it away in the dead of night to wander the countryside, never staying in one place long, passing along the good fortunes of comradery to his people. Even after the flood destroyed everything, though, he didn't give up, and he plans to spread the same word around this world as well.
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 17:52:55 GMT -5
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Post by Azaran the Wanderer on May 13, 2021 21:29:32 GMT -5
Azaran hears the screams as well, turning to Uma. "Let's go!" He says, running straight into camp, fearing the worst.
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