Givena of Éledún
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ~23
Appearance: (note: icon temporary)
5'7" tall with a relatively thin, semi-athletic frame. Her blonde hair is cut to her shoulders and held up in a half-tail, with a pair of goggles resting on top of her head both keeping the hair out of her heterochromatic one-blue-and-one-aqua eyes. Generally she wears simple orange-ish tan breeches and a green sleeved shirt, occasionally with a harness made of wood and metal scraps and often carrying one or more of her creations.
Equipment: She has a small set of tools with which to cut and nail together wood and thinner metals, as well as a buckler-like shield with a blade coming out the front, cobbled together from scrap materials. She also has a pair of broken mechanical wings that are missing their old power source and a half finished forearm-mounted crossbow.
Skills and Abilities: She is highly creative, able to use even discarded and scrap materials to create interesting small tools, weapons, and similar pieces.
She is good with carpentry and basic mechanics, with passable knowledge in working cold metal.
Biography: She was born on the island of Éledún, home to one of the most magically gifted groups of humans in her world. However, from her birth it was known to all that she would lack any of these gifts for her entire life. Her eyes were enough to tell them that. So, to make up for the magical inadequacy she was so self-conscious of, she took up tinkering with wood and metal, creating small inventions to help around the town or to help fight(some...working much better than others). She spent most of her life trying to prove herself to her peers, but was always viewed as some eccentric outcast on the edge of town, until the flood washed everything away.
Registered: Oct 5, 2021 18:14:36 GMT -5
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Post by Givena of Éledún on Dec 25, 2021 21:24:05 GMT -5
Givena froze in place, afraid that one small misstep could lead to a decapitation. "I am Givena, hailing from Éledún." She tells the person holding the blade to her neck, her own voice quiet and slightly shaky. "I didn't mean to bother you. I just washed up here and was trying to get a lay of the land. I believe your problem should be taken up with the tide instead, it is what brought me here." Upon finishing her sentence, Givena closes her eyes, regretting her words and prepared for the worst.
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Post by Lady Maira of Helsreach on Dec 25, 2021 21:28:38 GMT -5
Givena froze in place, afraid that one small misstep could lead to a decapitation. "I am Givena, hailing from Éledún." She tells the person holding the blade to her neck, her own voice quiet and slightly shaky. "I didn't mean to bother you. I just washed up here and was trying to get a lay of the land. I believe your problem should be taken up with the tide instead, it is what brought me here." Upon finishing her sentence, Givena closes her eyes, regretting her words and prepared for the worst. After a few moments, the blade would be pulled away from Givena's neck and sheathed, the woman stepping back. "Very well, it would not do well to kill a guest." She would step around Givena, and look into the treeline, seemingly searching for something. She was moderately attractive, now that Givena could see her face. She wore a black leather dress, but her skin and hair was sopping wet underneath. Seemingly she had just emerged from the ocean.
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Post by Lord Hochrescal of Helsreach on Dec 25, 2021 21:34:26 GMT -5
As the woman was searching, there was a male voice that called from the beach, a smooth baritone. He was fairly large, at leas over 6 foot, and had ashen grey skin. He only wore breeches, and his body and sparse hair was sopping wet as well. His most notable feature however, was not his impressive musculature or the gold and black tattoos, but rather the pair of horns that spirial surprisingly high on his head. (The image's horns aren't reflective, these things are at least a foot or two in length.) He spoke loudly, "sweetheart, did you find whatever it was?"
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Givena of Éledún
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ~23
Appearance: (note: icon temporary)
5'7" tall with a relatively thin, semi-athletic frame. Her blonde hair is cut to her shoulders and held up in a half-tail, with a pair of goggles resting on top of her head both keeping the hair out of her heterochromatic one-blue-and-one-aqua eyes. Generally she wears simple orange-ish tan breeches and a green sleeved shirt, occasionally with a harness made of wood and metal scraps and often carrying one or more of her creations.
Equipment: She has a small set of tools with which to cut and nail together wood and thinner metals, as well as a buckler-like shield with a blade coming out the front, cobbled together from scrap materials. She also has a pair of broken mechanical wings that are missing their old power source and a half finished forearm-mounted crossbow.
Skills and Abilities: She is highly creative, able to use even discarded and scrap materials to create interesting small tools, weapons, and similar pieces.
She is good with carpentry and basic mechanics, with passable knowledge in working cold metal.
Biography: She was born on the island of Éledún, home to one of the most magically gifted groups of humans in her world. However, from her birth it was known to all that she would lack any of these gifts for her entire life. Her eyes were enough to tell them that. So, to make up for the magical inadequacy she was so self-conscious of, she took up tinkering with wood and metal, creating small inventions to help around the town or to help fight(some...working much better than others). She spent most of her life trying to prove herself to her peers, but was always viewed as some eccentric outcast on the edge of town, until the flood washed everything away.
Registered: Oct 5, 2021 18:14:36 GMT -5
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Post by Givena of Éledún on Dec 25, 2021 21:59:22 GMT -5
Givena lets out a sigh of relief, happy to live another day. She watches as the woman walks in front of her, finally seeing what her would-be assailant looks like. She sees that the woman was looking towards the wood, trying to see...something, she assumed. "What is it you're looking f-"
She is cut off by the bellowing voice of a man behind her. She turned to see who it was, and she was shocked by what she saw. Large horns, skin of an unnatural shade, what would appear to her culture as a brazen lack of modesty. She was stunned, unable to look away as she gazed upon a creature the likes of which she had never before witnessed, but had heard quite enough about in her mytho-history classes back when she was still in school. She had heard of how they attempted to wipe out humanity and take the lands they lived upon by force, and how without divine intervention they very well may have. Her heart, just barely settled from the attempt on her life, raced again as she looked upon this...this...
demon.
She took a step back, terrified of what it may do, reason having left her. After a moment, she turned and sprinted for the forest, knowing she wouldn't be able to take him in a fight, and unwilling to put herself into another situation of life and death.
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Post by Lord Hochrescal of Helsreach on Dec 25, 2021 22:05:59 GMT -5
Givena lets out a sigh of relief, happy to live another day. She watches as the woman walks in front of her, finally seeing what her would-be assailant looks like. She sees that the woman was looking towards the wood, trying to see...something, she assumed. "What is it you're looking f-"
She is cut off by the bellowing voice of a man behind her. She turned to see who it was, and she was shocked by what she saw. Large horns, skin of an unnatural shade, what would appear to her culture as a brazen lack of modesty. She was stunned, unable to look away as she gazed upon a creature the likes of which she had never before witnessed, but had heard quite enough about in her mytho-history classes back when she was still in school. She had heard of how they attempted to wipe out humanity and take the lands they lived upon by force, and how without divine intervention they very well may have. Her heart, just barely settled from the attempt on her life, raced again as she looked upon this...this...
demon.
She took a step back, terrified of what it may do, reason having left her. After a moment, she turned and sprinted for the forest, knowing she wouldn't be able to take him in a fight, and unwilling to put herself into another situation of life and death.
"Sweetheart, who was that?" The man would ask. "Our little visitor, stop her!" She told him, as distance between the pair and Givena began to grow. That is until her face met the soft ground. The red substance had wraped around her ankles keeping her from running further. When she looked up, she'd see the large form of the man, looking down at her with a look of both concern and relief, though the odd filtering of the light through the leaves gave him a sinister silhouette and the appearance of an even more sinister expression.
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Givena of Éledún
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ~23
Appearance: (note: icon temporary)
5'7" tall with a relatively thin, semi-athletic frame. Her blonde hair is cut to her shoulders and held up in a half-tail, with a pair of goggles resting on top of her head both keeping the hair out of her heterochromatic one-blue-and-one-aqua eyes. Generally she wears simple orange-ish tan breeches and a green sleeved shirt, occasionally with a harness made of wood and metal scraps and often carrying one or more of her creations.
Equipment: She has a small set of tools with which to cut and nail together wood and thinner metals, as well as a buckler-like shield with a blade coming out the front, cobbled together from scrap materials. She also has a pair of broken mechanical wings that are missing their old power source and a half finished forearm-mounted crossbow.
Skills and Abilities: She is highly creative, able to use even discarded and scrap materials to create interesting small tools, weapons, and similar pieces.
She is good with carpentry and basic mechanics, with passable knowledge in working cold metal.
Biography: She was born on the island of Éledún, home to one of the most magically gifted groups of humans in her world. However, from her birth it was known to all that she would lack any of these gifts for her entire life. Her eyes were enough to tell them that. So, to make up for the magical inadequacy she was so self-conscious of, she took up tinkering with wood and metal, creating small inventions to help around the town or to help fight(some...working much better than others). She spent most of her life trying to prove herself to her peers, but was always viewed as some eccentric outcast on the edge of town, until the flood washed everything away.
Registered: Oct 5, 2021 18:14:36 GMT -5
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Post by Givena of Éledún on Dec 25, 2021 22:15:51 GMT -5
Givena flipped around onto her back, looking up at his intimidating visage. Stunned for a second, she makes a single slash with the blade of her weapon, too far away from him to even come close to scratching, before holding up the shield in front of her face as she averts her gaze, bracing the shield with the other hand. "Don't hurt me demon, please, I have nothing worth taking please allow me my life!" She blurts out, voice filled with fear.
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Post by Lord Hochrescal of Helsreach on Dec 25, 2021 22:20:44 GMT -5
Givena flipped around onto her back, looking up at his intimidating visage. Stunned for a second, she makes a single slash with the blade of her weapon, too far away from him to even come close to scratching, before holding up the shield in front of her face as she averts her gaze, bracing the shield with the other hand. "Don't hurt me demon, please, I have nothing worth taking please allow me my life!" She blurts out, voice filled with fear. "Calm, please! I'm not going to hurt you!" He said, trying to calm her.She'd then feel a gentle hand on her non-shield arm, large and abnormally warm. Another hand would pull the shield down a bit to reveal his smiling face, though there was still a strong note of concern in his deep eyes.
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Givena of Éledún
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ~23
Appearance: (note: icon temporary)
5'7" tall with a relatively thin, semi-athletic frame. Her blonde hair is cut to her shoulders and held up in a half-tail, with a pair of goggles resting on top of her head both keeping the hair out of her heterochromatic one-blue-and-one-aqua eyes. Generally she wears simple orange-ish tan breeches and a green sleeved shirt, occasionally with a harness made of wood and metal scraps and often carrying one or more of her creations.
Equipment: She has a small set of tools with which to cut and nail together wood and thinner metals, as well as a buckler-like shield with a blade coming out the front, cobbled together from scrap materials. She also has a pair of broken mechanical wings that are missing their old power source and a half finished forearm-mounted crossbow.
Skills and Abilities: She is highly creative, able to use even discarded and scrap materials to create interesting small tools, weapons, and similar pieces.
She is good with carpentry and basic mechanics, with passable knowledge in working cold metal.
Biography: She was born on the island of Éledún, home to one of the most magically gifted groups of humans in her world. However, from her birth it was known to all that she would lack any of these gifts for her entire life. Her eyes were enough to tell them that. So, to make up for the magical inadequacy she was so self-conscious of, she took up tinkering with wood and metal, creating small inventions to help around the town or to help fight(some...working much better than others). She spent most of her life trying to prove herself to her peers, but was always viewed as some eccentric outcast on the edge of town, until the flood washed everything away.
Registered: Oct 5, 2021 18:14:36 GMT -5
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Post by Givena of Éledún on Dec 27, 2021 22:28:38 GMT -5
Givena would struggle against what at first seemed like demon attempting to disarm her. attempting to raise the shield back up. However, her lack of strength made her doing so quite unlikely. Eventually, she stopped and just looked up at him, eyes full of fear, seeming to not have heard what he had said.
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Post by Lord Hochrescal of Helsreach on Dec 28, 2021 13:54:42 GMT -5
Givena would struggle against what at first seemed like demon attempting to disarm her. attempting to raise the shield back up. However, her lack of strength made her doing so quite unlikely. Eventually, she stopped and just looked up at him, eyes full of fear, seeming to not have heard what he had said. The man would simply hold her there, giving her time to calm. "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you, just calm down." He repeated, while trying to maintain a clam and friendly expression.
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Givena of Éledún
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ~23
Appearance: (note: icon temporary)
5'7" tall with a relatively thin, semi-athletic frame. Her blonde hair is cut to her shoulders and held up in a half-tail, with a pair of goggles resting on top of her head both keeping the hair out of her heterochromatic one-blue-and-one-aqua eyes. Generally she wears simple orange-ish tan breeches and a green sleeved shirt, occasionally with a harness made of wood and metal scraps and often carrying one or more of her creations.
Equipment: She has a small set of tools with which to cut and nail together wood and thinner metals, as well as a buckler-like shield with a blade coming out the front, cobbled together from scrap materials. She also has a pair of broken mechanical wings that are missing their old power source and a half finished forearm-mounted crossbow.
Skills and Abilities: She is highly creative, able to use even discarded and scrap materials to create interesting small tools, weapons, and similar pieces.
She is good with carpentry and basic mechanics, with passable knowledge in working cold metal.
Biography: She was born on the island of Éledún, home to one of the most magically gifted groups of humans in her world. However, from her birth it was known to all that she would lack any of these gifts for her entire life. Her eyes were enough to tell them that. So, to make up for the magical inadequacy she was so self-conscious of, she took up tinkering with wood and metal, creating small inventions to help around the town or to help fight(some...working much better than others). She spent most of her life trying to prove herself to her peers, but was always viewed as some eccentric outcast on the edge of town, until the flood washed everything away.
Registered: Oct 5, 2021 18:14:36 GMT -5
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Post by Givena of Éledún on Dec 29, 2021 16:44:55 GMT -5
She tried to slow her breathing, steadying her face. It seemed he did not want to hurt her...for now, at least. But still, his appearance was so similar to that of a demon that it was impossible to be a coincidence. "W-who are you?" She asks, struggling to get the word out as she remained tense, the fear still barely visible in her eyes. "And what do you want?"
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Post by Lord Hochrescal of Helsreach on Dec 29, 2021 20:03:14 GMT -5
She tried to slow her breathing, steadying her face. It seemed he did not want to hurt her...for now, at least. But still, his appearance was so similar to that of a demon that it was impossible to be a coincidence. "W-who are you?" She asks, struggling to get the word out as she remained tense, the fear still barely visible in her eyes. "And what do you want?" "Me? You can just call me Hochrescal, and I just would like you to feel safe." He explained, letting go of her shield and standing up. "It wouldn't do to have a visitor feel at risk in my kingdom, would it?" He gave his best approximation of a winning smile.
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Givena of Éledún
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ~23
Appearance: (note: icon temporary)
5'7" tall with a relatively thin, semi-athletic frame. Her blonde hair is cut to her shoulders and held up in a half-tail, with a pair of goggles resting on top of her head both keeping the hair out of her heterochromatic one-blue-and-one-aqua eyes. Generally she wears simple orange-ish tan breeches and a green sleeved shirt, occasionally with a harness made of wood and metal scraps and often carrying one or more of her creations.
Equipment: She has a small set of tools with which to cut and nail together wood and thinner metals, as well as a buckler-like shield with a blade coming out the front, cobbled together from scrap materials. She also has a pair of broken mechanical wings that are missing their old power source and a half finished forearm-mounted crossbow.
Skills and Abilities: She is highly creative, able to use even discarded and scrap materials to create interesting small tools, weapons, and similar pieces.
She is good with carpentry and basic mechanics, with passable knowledge in working cold metal.
Biography: She was born on the island of Éledún, home to one of the most magically gifted groups of humans in her world. However, from her birth it was known to all that she would lack any of these gifts for her entire life. Her eyes were enough to tell them that. So, to make up for the magical inadequacy she was so self-conscious of, she took up tinkering with wood and metal, creating small inventions to help around the town or to help fight(some...working much better than others). She spent most of her life trying to prove herself to her peers, but was always viewed as some eccentric outcast on the edge of town, until the flood washed everything away.
Registered: Oct 5, 2021 18:14:36 GMT -5
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Post by Givena of Éledún on Jan 1, 2022 14:24:18 GMT -5
Givena stood slowly, dusting herself off and adjusting her goggles, before looking up at Hochrescal’s face(making a point to avoid his chest), her stance still quite obviously defensive, if not hostile. “H-hello, Hórezkol.” She says to him, voice wavering. “I am Givena, of Éledún. I apologize for trespassing in your kingdom, I did not know this land was inhabited. Thank you f-for sparing me, Demon King.”
From what she could tell, she was very lucky right now. The stories had implied that if she came across a demon, they likely would have killed her where she stood. This act of mercy must have been some sort of divine fluke…or some sort of ploy, though for what she did not know. However, either way, it was in her best interest to stay on guard.
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Post by Lord Hochrescal of Helsreach on Jan 1, 2022 16:08:10 GMT -5
Givena stood slowly, dusting herself off and adjusting her goggles, before looking up at Hochrescal’s face(making a point to avoid his chest), her stance still quite obviously defensive, if not hostile. “H-hello, Hórezcol.” She says to him, voice wavering. “I am Givena, of Éledún. I apologize for trespassing in your kingdom, I did not know this land was inhabited. Thank you f-for sparing me, Demon King.” From what she could tell, she was very lucky right now. The stories had implied that if she came across a demon, they likely would have killed her where she stood. This act of mercy must have been some sort of divine fluke…or some sort of ploy, though for what she did not know. However, either way, it was in her best interest to stay on guard. The king laughed, waving off her apologies. "Please, just call me by my name or King, I don't mind. Don't mind you venturing here either, the Fiendstuff would have alerted you to me if you were and active threat. Feel free to keep going to helsreach if you like. Hell, I'll take you there!"
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Givena of Éledún
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: ~23
Appearance: (note: icon temporary)
5'7" tall with a relatively thin, semi-athletic frame. Her blonde hair is cut to her shoulders and held up in a half-tail, with a pair of goggles resting on top of her head both keeping the hair out of her heterochromatic one-blue-and-one-aqua eyes. Generally she wears simple orange-ish tan breeches and a green sleeved shirt, occasionally with a harness made of wood and metal scraps and often carrying one or more of her creations.
Equipment: She has a small set of tools with which to cut and nail together wood and thinner metals, as well as a buckler-like shield with a blade coming out the front, cobbled together from scrap materials. She also has a pair of broken mechanical wings that are missing their old power source and a half finished forearm-mounted crossbow.
Skills and Abilities: She is highly creative, able to use even discarded and scrap materials to create interesting small tools, weapons, and similar pieces.
She is good with carpentry and basic mechanics, with passable knowledge in working cold metal.
Biography: She was born on the island of Éledún, home to one of the most magically gifted groups of humans in her world. However, from her birth it was known to all that she would lack any of these gifts for her entire life. Her eyes were enough to tell them that. So, to make up for the magical inadequacy she was so self-conscious of, she took up tinkering with wood and metal, creating small inventions to help around the town or to help fight(some...working much better than others). She spent most of her life trying to prove herself to her peers, but was always viewed as some eccentric outcast on the edge of town, until the flood washed everything away.
Registered: Oct 5, 2021 18:14:36 GMT -5
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Post by Givena of Éledún on Jan 2, 2022 17:21:00 GMT -5
Givena froze in place, still unable to shake that feeling that this wasn’t a good situation. Why would a demon want to take her to their kingdom? It stunk of some nefarious plot. But, what choice did she have? It was obvious that if she tried to run again, he would be able to stop her with this…fiendstuff. She smiled, although it was obvious the smile was forced. “I would be honored, King Hórezkol.”
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Post by Lord Hochrescal of Helsreach on Jan 2, 2022 20:40:11 GMT -5
Givena froze in place, still unable to shake that feeling that this wasn’t a good situation. Why would a demon want to take her to their kingdom? It stunk of some nefarious plot. But, what choice did she have? It was obvious that if she tried to run again, he would be able to stop her with this…fiendstuff. She smiled, although it was obvious the smile was forced. “I would be honored, King Hórezkol.” "Wonderful, I appreciate your company. I won't stop you however, if you have a way to leave. Otherwise, we'll need to get you a boat." He told her, as he began to walk further into the forest. "Though just don't be suprised when we get there."
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