Crown of Fingers
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 80+
Appearance: Around 9ft tall with a body visually composed of a red marbled fleshy substance and hard bony plates, three legs terminating in roughly spherical nubs, a tall spire of meat where a head is located on a human, near the top of this spire is a vaguely humanoid mask devoid of most facial features. At the top of the spire are eight fully functional fingers. No visible eyes, ears, nose or mouth.
Equipment: A 10ft pole comprised of tough wood with homunculus carapace on both ends
Skills and Abilities: Due to their alien biology their internal antenna allows them to perceive the world based entirely on waves, airwaves for shape and sound and lightwaves for colour as well as other wavelengths but I doubt anyone's going be using radios or microwaves, another trait shared by all faceless is their ability to learn voraciously, they are capable of learning by observation, mimicking activities, reading, hearing and eating things, furthermore they are capable of growing new body parts to solve problems though this needs time to analyse the problem, gather and consume organic material and then grow the part the process can take up to days depending on the size and complexity of the part. Their carapace plating is completely disposable and can be safely removed if damaged to a point where it is no longer useful. Faceless also struggle to feel pain which helps when they remove parts of themselves to upgrade or replace thus is due to their decentralised nervous system. Furthermore the faceless can safely eat and digest any organic matter even if it's horribly rotten as they are naturally immune to infections due to their tendency to simply devour whatever's infecting them. Crown of Fingers can expel a stream stream of corrosive acids a short distance and can of course grip things with it's decorative crown.
Biography: A former Slave unsure of it's place in the universe, Crown of Fingers is one of many faceless that was lost by in the mist, they acted as a general construction overseer before the mist however they lack any sense of aesthetics as they used to simply instruct others to instructions. At the time of the flood they and other faceless were in transit to a separate colony.
Allegiances: The Faceless Homunculi
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:42:54 GMT -5
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Post by Crown of Fingers on Jun 24, 2021 10:42:37 GMT -5
In the harsh mountains of the island are worked at by the alien forms of the Faceless Homunculi, tearing at hollows in the mountainside to create shelter or releasing resin to mend instabilities in the structures. Amongst these wayward slaves stands Crown of Fingers, having transcribed orders in plates left out for the colonists to refer to.
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Crown of Fingers
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 80+
Appearance: Around 9ft tall with a body visually composed of a red marbled fleshy substance and hard bony plates, three legs terminating in roughly spherical nubs, a tall spire of meat where a head is located on a human, near the top of this spire is a vaguely humanoid mask devoid of most facial features. At the top of the spire are eight fully functional fingers. No visible eyes, ears, nose or mouth.
Equipment: A 10ft pole comprised of tough wood with homunculus carapace on both ends
Skills and Abilities: Due to their alien biology their internal antenna allows them to perceive the world based entirely on waves, airwaves for shape and sound and lightwaves for colour as well as other wavelengths but I doubt anyone's going be using radios or microwaves, another trait shared by all faceless is their ability to learn voraciously, they are capable of learning by observation, mimicking activities, reading, hearing and eating things, furthermore they are capable of growing new body parts to solve problems though this needs time to analyse the problem, gather and consume organic material and then grow the part the process can take up to days depending on the size and complexity of the part. Their carapace plating is completely disposable and can be safely removed if damaged to a point where it is no longer useful. Faceless also struggle to feel pain which helps when they remove parts of themselves to upgrade or replace thus is due to their decentralised nervous system. Furthermore the faceless can safely eat and digest any organic matter even if it's horribly rotten as they are naturally immune to infections due to their tendency to simply devour whatever's infecting them. Crown of Fingers can expel a stream stream of corrosive acids a short distance and can of course grip things with it's decorative crown.
Biography: A former Slave unsure of it's place in the universe, Crown of Fingers is one of many faceless that was lost by in the mist, they acted as a general construction overseer before the mist however they lack any sense of aesthetics as they used to simply instruct others to instructions. At the time of the flood they and other faceless were in transit to a separate colony.
Allegiances: The Faceless Homunculi
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:42:54 GMT -5
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Post by Crown of Fingers on Jun 24, 2021 10:54:08 GMT -5
Crown of Fingers was weary, the forests provided ample provisions for it's fellow homunculi, and when the caves were properly made they would no longer have to worry of harsh rainfall waterlogging them, yet still there was a strange pain within the former slave. The Journey had been harsh. Of the hundreds of bodies on the ship only a few survived, the bodies and minds could be easily recycled but this was different, for once there was no imperial monolith to rally behind, to masters to receive orders from, simply composing the idea of making home in the mountains was...exhausting. Beyond the trees they could make out the vague shapes of more land, ripe, untainted by the empire...tainted? Using the word to describe the empire seemed almost blasphemous and yet...Crown of Fingers felt safe, for the first time they felt as if no one was watching. The fingers of their head flexed and stretched before Crown on Fingers let out a heretical joyous cry of exaltation...then feeling a bit silly they turned back from the forest clearing and returned to their kin, grabbing fistfuls of vegetation on the way.
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Faceless
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: Variable.
Appearance: Marbled red flesh with hard bony plates, typically they have a semi-featureless blank face "mask" located on their body however they can have multiple or none, number of limbs and general body shape can vary dramatically.
Skills and Abilities: The Faceless are capable of learning through numerous ways including mimicry, observation and devouring.
They have a decentralised nervous system, allowing them to easily graft new body parts onto themselves.
If presented with damage or a problem they can over time grow new body parts to combat these issues through various biological tools such as resin secretions.
Faceless are capable of devouring and safely digesting any organic matter, including rotten food and pathogens.
Biography: A slave race created in order to fill numerous roles within a gargantuan empire, this group was lost in transit when the flood happened/
Allegiances: The Faceless Homunculi
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:19:01 GMT -5
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Post by Faceless on Jun 25, 2021 16:15:10 GMT -5
Weeks had passed by now, the faceless toiled throughout only occasionally stopping to eat clumps of biomass piled messily around the mountain they had claimed, trees had been felled, canals gouged into the earth, and the cold weather beaten stone of the mountain had been gouged open forming a simple brutalist interior. Some had just to drag copious amounts of "food" into the caves for storage. The idea of storing something was something they all remembered their masters doing, keeping smaller things in bigger things, precious things.
The colonists soon decided that the "heirlooms" they had with them were the most precious of all, in the empire they were naught but trinkets and clutter but in this strange alien land they were a comforting bulwark for the lost homunculi. It was for this reason, this yearning of home that a group of the faceless elected to transport the ship that had carried them and to bring it to their new home, this movement was accepted unanimously and the colonists returned to their landing point to begin the arduous duty if dragging the mighty vessel to their mountain home.
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Crown of Fingers
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 80+
Appearance: Around 9ft tall with a body visually composed of a red marbled fleshy substance and hard bony plates, three legs terminating in roughly spherical nubs, a tall spire of meat where a head is located on a human, near the top of this spire is a vaguely humanoid mask devoid of most facial features. At the top of the spire are eight fully functional fingers. No visible eyes, ears, nose or mouth.
Equipment: A 10ft pole comprised of tough wood with homunculus carapace on both ends
Skills and Abilities: Due to their alien biology their internal antenna allows them to perceive the world based entirely on waves, airwaves for shape and sound and lightwaves for colour as well as other wavelengths but I doubt anyone's going be using radios or microwaves, another trait shared by all faceless is their ability to learn voraciously, they are capable of learning by observation, mimicking activities, reading, hearing and eating things, furthermore they are capable of growing new body parts to solve problems though this needs time to analyse the problem, gather and consume organic material and then grow the part the process can take up to days depending on the size and complexity of the part. Their carapace plating is completely disposable and can be safely removed if damaged to a point where it is no longer useful. Faceless also struggle to feel pain which helps when they remove parts of themselves to upgrade or replace thus is due to their decentralised nervous system. Furthermore the faceless can safely eat and digest any organic matter even if it's horribly rotten as they are naturally immune to infections due to their tendency to simply devour whatever's infecting them. Crown of Fingers can expel a stream stream of corrosive acids a short distance and can of course grip things with it's decorative crown.
Biography: A former Slave unsure of it's place in the universe, Crown of Fingers is one of many faceless that was lost by in the mist, they acted as a general construction overseer before the mist however they lack any sense of aesthetics as they used to simply instruct others to instructions. At the time of the flood they and other faceless were in transit to a separate colony.
Allegiances: The Faceless Homunculi
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:42:54 GMT -5
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Post by Crown of Fingers on Jun 26, 2021 11:38:26 GMT -5
Crown of Fingers was pleased, despite the confusion that had been caused by this strange land a semblance of order had grown within the colony, the reclamation team sent out the boat was returning in pieces brining loose items and later parts of the boat itself. A sense of strange pride filled the chest of Crown as if they felt that they were performing the acts that their masters would have desired. That idea was comforting.
The homunclus' thoughts were disrupted however as a member of the reclamation team beckoned them over, it was a rotund four-armed biped, clothed in a shimmering cloak of golden silk, three eyes nervously shifted around as Crown of Fingers came closer; this one was Turns Pages one of slightly higher status than the rest, an activist, they spoke low and quiet to Crown of Fingers which brought a peculiar unease with it, Turns Pages typically spoke with a bombastic and theatrical voice print, to hear it so subdued was unusual. They claimed to have discovered the remains of the ship master, one of the empyreans, that was unsettling news but before Crown of Fingers could ask what had been done to the body the archivist continued they had discovered a tablet detailing why the faceless had truly been put in transit.
The three legged homunclus read through the tablet, then read again refusing to believe their senses. They were not colonists nor were they sent to aid the empire. The tablet plainly stated the that cargo held were defective and were to be sent to a "recycling plant" in order to be "brought back to the empire as resources." Thoughts burnt through Crown of Fingers like lightning, they had served dutifully, all of them, why were they being punished? It was then a haunting revelation struck it and the overseer felt their flesh become like ice, they had decorated their form with the Crown that gave them their name, it was a tiny spark of individuality and yet to the empyreans it was an unforgivable sin. All of the faceless here were in some way nonstandard, from the warrior eternally locked in their shape forever haunted by the war with iron and fire to the portly archivist who grew eyes to better appreciate the books around them.
A feeling built within Crown of Fingers an alien emotion that it had never been exposed to, it was like when they had touched the face of a monolith beaten by the sun, that stinging, burning feeling coursing throughout their body, this blasphemous hatred towards the empyreans they had once called masters with joy and love. Crown of Fingers needed time to itself, to reflect. Wordlessly it began to stumble and stride up the mountain, climbing for hours until it reached the peak. The hate and betrayal and grief reached it's zenith as the living construct reached the mountain's zenith. Rearing back like a violent animal Crown of Fingers screamed, a scornful, hate bloated scream louder that any human could manage, a shriek that carried for miles past the peak. At the base of the mountain the faceless ceased, they all recognised Crown of Fingers' voice print, but it was different, normally it would be injected with logic and reason, detached and internally rehearsed, this was primal and guttural. The cold panic gripped them and spread throughout the colony like fire. What could break a stalwart overseer so?
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Kua Redford
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 90 (appears early 20s)
Appearance: A thin half-elf, whose olive skin has a greenish tint. Slightly pointed ears. Noticeably wide grin. Dark brown eyes and straight black hair.
Her knuckles are calloused with little scars.
Equipment: A pitch black long coat-style gambeson and a kettle helmet. A longsword inscribed with runes. A pouch of medicinal herbs. A buckler with a long chain attached to it.
A clay flute. A pair of fuzzy pink earmuffs.
A thick black book filled with strange notes...
Skills and Abilities: Kua possesses remarkable gymnastic and martial arts abilities. Her kinesthetic intelligence is very high. She is also a skilled sword fighter and unconventional buckler wielder. Kua also possesses the potential for fire and holy magic. The mists keep it at bay, but the force of her emotions can occasionally overcome it.
She is quite skilled with a flute.
She struggles with complex abstract concepts and mathematics, and demonstrates no social fear. She has a heart condition that requires periodic herbal treatment.
Biography: Kua Redford was born with a disability similar to William's Syndrome. Her parents were overprotective and fearful Kua would never be able to live a normal life. However, Kua also possessed a fierce, independent drive. What started as basic self-defense lessons became an obsession with becoming a warrior so that she could survive on her own.
Kua was enabled by the King of her city-state of Whitehall, a man who saw great potential in her. He had her further trained so she could fulfill her wish of becoming a great paladin someday. Although there were many doubters and Kua's progress was slow, the king went to his deathbed still believing in her dream.
(It didn't hurt that the king was secretly her grandfather. But that is a very long story.)
Because Kua is a half-elf, she ages slowly. Bigots from her world believe her "condition" to be a result of her being a half-breed.
Registered: Jul 8, 2021 17:06:47 GMT -5
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Post by Kua Redford on Jul 9, 2021 15:00:44 GMT -5
"Ok, relax, relax. No more monsters. No more evil goop. Evil bad guy is dead. Relax. Relax."
Kua was lying flat on the beach, trying to see if she could relocate her shoulder.
She hadn't really had a chance to digest her environment, or take note of the fact that there were signs of habitation further inland. As soon as she found a safe, comfortable spot in the sand, she eased herself down.
The weight of her wet gambeson was soothing, along with the heat of the sun. She rarely got to see the ocean, so in a way this whole adventure had taken a very pleasant turn. She breathed easy, trying to make the adrenaline of her shoulder pain actually work for her. The secret to relocating a shoulder was to relax and have faith in your elven physiology. She massaged the arm with her functioning hand, focusing everything she had on not panicking. "Good arm. That's it. Nice arm."
It took several minutes for the bone to ease its way into its socket.
For some reason, the effort of relaxing had left her even more exhausted. But then again this was the ideal place to take a nap.
"I am just like a sea turtle." Her gambeson's stitching reminded her of the block patterns of a turtle's shell.
She suddenly felt tears in her eyes. She would have loved to amuse her grandfather with pretending to be a sea turtle. The pain was almost as bad as not getting to share with him her very first "saving the world" moment. If only he had lived long enough to see that all those decades of training were actually starting to pay off. I did it, she wanted to tell him. I really did it. I'm just like you.
She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings at all.
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Faceless
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: Variable.
Appearance: Marbled red flesh with hard bony plates, typically they have a semi-featureless blank face "mask" located on their body however they can have multiple or none, number of limbs and general body shape can vary dramatically.
Skills and Abilities: The Faceless are capable of learning through numerous ways including mimicry, observation and devouring.
They have a decentralised nervous system, allowing them to easily graft new body parts onto themselves.
If presented with damage or a problem they can over time grow new body parts to combat these issues through various biological tools such as resin secretions.
Faceless are capable of devouring and safely digesting any organic matter, including rotten food and pathogens.
Biography: A slave race created in order to fill numerous roles within a gargantuan empire, this group was lost in transit when the flood happened/
Allegiances: The Faceless Homunculi
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:19:01 GMT -5
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Post by Faceless on Jul 9, 2021 15:19:16 GMT -5
One of the reclamation faceless strode by carrying a part of the gargantuan vessel they had been sent to salvage. They at first went straight pass the prone elf laying on the sand before doing a double take and rotating it's conical neck around a full 180, it laid down the worn piece wood on the sand and crept over on smooth oddly jointed legs. Craning down to see the strange person lounging on the sound it made a few quizzical sounds almost akin to the ribbit of a frog as well as a couple firm prods with a carapace covered doll like hand in order to detect if the figure was alive or dead.
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Kua Redford
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 90 (appears early 20s)
Appearance: A thin half-elf, whose olive skin has a greenish tint. Slightly pointed ears. Noticeably wide grin. Dark brown eyes and straight black hair.
Her knuckles are calloused with little scars.
Equipment: A pitch black long coat-style gambeson and a kettle helmet. A longsword inscribed with runes. A pouch of medicinal herbs. A buckler with a long chain attached to it.
A clay flute. A pair of fuzzy pink earmuffs.
A thick black book filled with strange notes...
Skills and Abilities: Kua possesses remarkable gymnastic and martial arts abilities. Her kinesthetic intelligence is very high. She is also a skilled sword fighter and unconventional buckler wielder. Kua also possesses the potential for fire and holy magic. The mists keep it at bay, but the force of her emotions can occasionally overcome it.
She is quite skilled with a flute.
She struggles with complex abstract concepts and mathematics, and demonstrates no social fear. She has a heart condition that requires periodic herbal treatment.
Biography: Kua Redford was born with a disability similar to William's Syndrome. Her parents were overprotective and fearful Kua would never be able to live a normal life. However, Kua also possessed a fierce, independent drive. What started as basic self-defense lessons became an obsession with becoming a warrior so that she could survive on her own.
Kua was enabled by the King of her city-state of Whitehall, a man who saw great potential in her. He had her further trained so she could fulfill her wish of becoming a great paladin someday. Although there were many doubters and Kua's progress was slow, the king went to his deathbed still believing in her dream.
(It didn't hurt that the king was secretly her grandfather. But that is a very long story.)
Because Kua is a half-elf, she ages slowly. Bigots from her world believe her "condition" to be a result of her being a half-breed.
Registered: Jul 8, 2021 17:06:47 GMT -5
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Post by Kua Redford on Jul 9, 2021 16:24:28 GMT -5
The prone elf twitched slightly as she was prodded by the inhuman horror.
"Oh, hello." She said quietly, carefully observing the creature's head.
Because of her condition, Kua did not have the instinct to fear anyone, so she was forced to go through a quick mental checklist of whether or not an approaching individual represented a threat. Bad signs included predatory long teeth, an angry expression, and threatening noises.
As the reclamation faceless did not have a face, and frog noises typically weren't threatening, it passed the first test with flying colors.
"Sorry, is this your spot?" Kua winced as she rolled over. Her shoulder, though mended, was still painful. It would probably be a couple of weeks before her arm felt back up to 100%. She gave the creature space to sit in the beach spot if it wished.
"My name is Kua. What's your name?" She looked up brightly at the alien being.
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Faceless
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: Variable.
Appearance: Marbled red flesh with hard bony plates, typically they have a semi-featureless blank face "mask" located on their body however they can have multiple or none, number of limbs and general body shape can vary dramatically.
Skills and Abilities: The Faceless are capable of learning through numerous ways including mimicry, observation and devouring.
They have a decentralised nervous system, allowing them to easily graft new body parts onto themselves.
If presented with damage or a problem they can over time grow new body parts to combat these issues through various biological tools such as resin secretions.
Faceless are capable of devouring and safely digesting any organic matter, including rotten food and pathogens.
Biography: A slave race created in order to fill numerous roles within a gargantuan empire, this group was lost in transit when the flood happened/
Allegiances: The Faceless Homunculi
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:19:01 GMT -5
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Post by Faceless on Jul 10, 2021 4:12:41 GMT -5
A rough vocalisation came from somewhere in the creature as it craned its mannequin like false face around in an inquisitive manner. The vocalisations continued until they somewhat resembled a distorted mimicry of Kua's own voice attempting to choke out the words "Food? Starved? Full?" Once it had found a satisfactory quality to its voice the faceless stopped repeating and curled it's neck as if in deep thought, quietly making the deep croaking of before.
The creature seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking a single word: "Home?" Sort of squatting down to be closer to the girl as it awaited a response.
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Kua Redford
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 90 (appears early 20s)
Appearance: A thin half-elf, whose olive skin has a greenish tint. Slightly pointed ears. Noticeably wide grin. Dark brown eyes and straight black hair.
Her knuckles are calloused with little scars.
Equipment: A pitch black long coat-style gambeson and a kettle helmet. A longsword inscribed with runes. A pouch of medicinal herbs. A buckler with a long chain attached to it.
A clay flute. A pair of fuzzy pink earmuffs.
A thick black book filled with strange notes...
Skills and Abilities: Kua possesses remarkable gymnastic and martial arts abilities. Her kinesthetic intelligence is very high. She is also a skilled sword fighter and unconventional buckler wielder. Kua also possesses the potential for fire and holy magic. The mists keep it at bay, but the force of her emotions can occasionally overcome it.
She is quite skilled with a flute.
She struggles with complex abstract concepts and mathematics, and demonstrates no social fear. She has a heart condition that requires periodic herbal treatment.
Biography: Kua Redford was born with a disability similar to William's Syndrome. Her parents were overprotective and fearful Kua would never be able to live a normal life. However, Kua also possessed a fierce, independent drive. What started as basic self-defense lessons became an obsession with becoming a warrior so that she could survive on her own.
Kua was enabled by the King of her city-state of Whitehall, a man who saw great potential in her. He had her further trained so she could fulfill her wish of becoming a great paladin someday. Although there were many doubters and Kua's progress was slow, the king went to his deathbed still believing in her dream.
(It didn't hurt that the king was secretly her grandfather. But that is a very long story.)
Because Kua is a half-elf, she ages slowly. Bigots from her world believe her "condition" to be a result of her being a half-breed.
Registered: Jul 8, 2021 17:06:47 GMT -5
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Post by Kua Redford on Jul 10, 2021 10:08:37 GMT -5
Kua's eyes searched the creature's body for the source of its vocalizations. She wasn't sure if the creature was struggling to speak common, or if the vibrations followed by simple words were part of its language.
She decided for now to go with the latter.
She emptied her pockets, which contained a small black book and a pouch of herbs. She quickly opened the book to find that, thankfully, only the edges of the pages were wet. "Gerrrrrrrrr, no food." Her ger sound carried a sad intonation.
She felt her stomach. She hadn't wanted to eat that day, but her kind neighbors had convinced her to eat before the funeral. "Hurrrrrrrrr, no starve." Her hur intonation was more optimistic.
Still, it had been a while since she'd eaten. She held her hand up and wavered it. "Errrrrrrrrr no full either."
Home. She had anticipated a one-way trip through the void gate anyways. Even though this wasn't quite the right world, she figured it was still a long ways away.
She sighed, and her sigh definitely had a sad intonation. She pointed up at the sky.
"Home. Far. Gone."
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Faceless
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: Variable.
Appearance: Marbled red flesh with hard bony plates, typically they have a semi-featureless blank face "mask" located on their body however they can have multiple or none, number of limbs and general body shape can vary dramatically.
Skills and Abilities: The Faceless are capable of learning through numerous ways including mimicry, observation and devouring.
They have a decentralised nervous system, allowing them to easily graft new body parts onto themselves.
If presented with damage or a problem they can over time grow new body parts to combat these issues through various biological tools such as resin secretions.
Faceless are capable of devouring and safely digesting any organic matter, including rotten food and pathogens.
Biography: A slave race created in order to fill numerous roles within a gargantuan empire, this group was lost in transit when the flood happened/
Allegiances: The Faceless Homunculi
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:19:01 GMT -5
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Post by Faceless on Jul 10, 2021 11:11:58 GMT -5
The faceless took in the information, slowly nodding as it did. The elf seemed similar to things it had seen before at least in terms of basic shape. However upon hearing that the home of the washed up creature was from a home now lost a sense of connection formed.
"Take you to food, take you to seer. Seer know what to do."
The creature turned back to the piece of the ship it had laid down and moved to grab it before pausing and craning it's head back at Kua. "Can walk?" It asked.
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Kua Redford
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 90 (appears early 20s)
Appearance: A thin half-elf, whose olive skin has a greenish tint. Slightly pointed ears. Noticeably wide grin. Dark brown eyes and straight black hair.
Her knuckles are calloused with little scars.
Equipment: A pitch black long coat-style gambeson and a kettle helmet. A longsword inscribed with runes. A pouch of medicinal herbs. A buckler with a long chain attached to it.
A clay flute. A pair of fuzzy pink earmuffs.
A thick black book filled with strange notes...
Skills and Abilities: Kua possesses remarkable gymnastic and martial arts abilities. Her kinesthetic intelligence is very high. She is also a skilled sword fighter and unconventional buckler wielder. Kua also possesses the potential for fire and holy magic. The mists keep it at bay, but the force of her emotions can occasionally overcome it.
She is quite skilled with a flute.
She struggles with complex abstract concepts and mathematics, and demonstrates no social fear. She has a heart condition that requires periodic herbal treatment.
Biography: Kua Redford was born with a disability similar to William's Syndrome. Her parents were overprotective and fearful Kua would never be able to live a normal life. However, Kua also possessed a fierce, independent drive. What started as basic self-defense lessons became an obsession with becoming a warrior so that she could survive on her own.
Kua was enabled by the King of her city-state of Whitehall, a man who saw great potential in her. He had her further trained so she could fulfill her wish of becoming a great paladin someday. Although there were many doubters and Kua's progress was slow, the king went to his deathbed still believing in her dream.
(It didn't hurt that the king was secretly her grandfather. But that is a very long story.)
Because Kua is a half-elf, she ages slowly. Bigots from her world believe her "condition" to be a result of her being a half-breed.
Registered: Jul 8, 2021 17:06:47 GMT -5
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Post by Kua Redford on Jul 10, 2021 12:30:50 GMT -5
Oh, so the being was just figuring out how to make words. Woops.
Kua put the various objects back in her pockets and twisted to the side to get up. She winced again. But she managed to haul herself to her feet with her three and a half-functioning limbs.
"Hurt, but not bad. I can walk."
Kua was armed. She had a buckler and a longsword strapped to her sides. She also had a strange helmet, something like a metal sombrero. Her hair was sopping wet, and the fringes were cracked with sand.
She removed her helmet and a hermit crab fell out. She made a little "aww" sound as it skittered away.
"My name is Kua. What is your name? Is it hard to say?"
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Faceless
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: Variable.
Appearance: Marbled red flesh with hard bony plates, typically they have a semi-featureless blank face "mask" located on their body however they can have multiple or none, number of limbs and general body shape can vary dramatically.
Skills and Abilities: The Faceless are capable of learning through numerous ways including mimicry, observation and devouring.
They have a decentralised nervous system, allowing them to easily graft new body parts onto themselves.
If presented with damage or a problem they can over time grow new body parts to combat these issues through various biological tools such as resin secretions.
Faceless are capable of devouring and safely digesting any organic matter, including rotten food and pathogens.
Biography: A slave race created in order to fill numerous roles within a gargantuan empire, this group was lost in transit when the flood happened/
Allegiances: The Faceless Homunculi
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:19:01 GMT -5
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Post by Faceless on Jul 11, 2021 5:16:09 GMT -5
The creature paused for a moment, no one had asked it for a name before. It thought long and hard on how to answer, it attempted to look through memories for something that stuck out, something a name could be whittled from.
There was one memory that stuck out others, a foreign city, a city filled with the enemy with their iron monsters, it was an uncomfortable memory but a usable one.
The faceless turned back its head and replied "Name is Travels Far. I am piece of whole."
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Kua Redford
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 90 (appears early 20s)
Appearance: A thin half-elf, whose olive skin has a greenish tint. Slightly pointed ears. Noticeably wide grin. Dark brown eyes and straight black hair.
Her knuckles are calloused with little scars.
Equipment: A pitch black long coat-style gambeson and a kettle helmet. A longsword inscribed with runes. A pouch of medicinal herbs. A buckler with a long chain attached to it.
A clay flute. A pair of fuzzy pink earmuffs.
A thick black book filled with strange notes...
Skills and Abilities: Kua possesses remarkable gymnastic and martial arts abilities. Her kinesthetic intelligence is very high. She is also a skilled sword fighter and unconventional buckler wielder. Kua also possesses the potential for fire and holy magic. The mists keep it at bay, but the force of her emotions can occasionally overcome it.
She is quite skilled with a flute.
She struggles with complex abstract concepts and mathematics, and demonstrates no social fear. She has a heart condition that requires periodic herbal treatment.
Biography: Kua Redford was born with a disability similar to William's Syndrome. Her parents were overprotective and fearful Kua would never be able to live a normal life. However, Kua also possessed a fierce, independent drive. What started as basic self-defense lessons became an obsession with becoming a warrior so that she could survive on her own.
Kua was enabled by the King of her city-state of Whitehall, a man who saw great potential in her. He had her further trained so she could fulfill her wish of becoming a great paladin someday. Although there were many doubters and Kua's progress was slow, the king went to his deathbed still believing in her dream.
(It didn't hurt that the king was secretly her grandfather. But that is a very long story.)
Because Kua is a half-elf, she ages slowly. Bigots from her world believe her "condition" to be a result of her being a half-breed.
Registered: Jul 8, 2021 17:06:47 GMT -5
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Post by Kua Redford on Jul 11, 2021 12:01:28 GMT -5
"Travels Far. It is good to meet you, Travels Far."
Kua brushed some of the sand out of her hair with her fingers and put her strange helmet back on.
"Oh, don't forget your wood." She pointed at the abandoned ship fragment the reclamation faceless had been carrying earlier. "Would you like help to carry it? My other shoulder is still strong. Oh, or maybe I can play a song while you carry it instead. Music helps me train, and it seems to help other people as well."
She reached into a different pocket and pulled out a small clay flute, which thankfully had survived their fall.
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Faceless
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: Variable.
Appearance: Marbled red flesh with hard bony plates, typically they have a semi-featureless blank face "mask" located on their body however they can have multiple or none, number of limbs and general body shape can vary dramatically.
Skills and Abilities: The Faceless are capable of learning through numerous ways including mimicry, observation and devouring.
They have a decentralised nervous system, allowing them to easily graft new body parts onto themselves.
If presented with damage or a problem they can over time grow new body parts to combat these issues through various biological tools such as resin secretions.
Faceless are capable of devouring and safely digesting any organic matter, including rotten food and pathogens.
Biography: A slave race created in order to fill numerous roles within a gargantuan empire, this group was lost in transit when the flood happened/
Allegiances: The Faceless Homunculi
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:19:01 GMT -5
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Post by Faceless on Jul 11, 2021 12:24:40 GMT -5
Travels Far seemed to nod as it grabbed the shaped beam. Hefting it over their shoulder. At the suggestion of a song the faceless turned back.
"A song? A song is not something I know." Travels Far replied. "A song is something to learn, could you show a song?"
Travels Far began to slowly stride in the direction of the mountains that dominated the island, beckoning Kua to follow.
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Kua Redford
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 90 (appears early 20s)
Appearance: A thin half-elf, whose olive skin has a greenish tint. Slightly pointed ears. Noticeably wide grin. Dark brown eyes and straight black hair.
Her knuckles are calloused with little scars.
Equipment: A pitch black long coat-style gambeson and a kettle helmet. A longsword inscribed with runes. A pouch of medicinal herbs. A buckler with a long chain attached to it.
A clay flute. A pair of fuzzy pink earmuffs.
A thick black book filled with strange notes...
Skills and Abilities: Kua possesses remarkable gymnastic and martial arts abilities. Her kinesthetic intelligence is very high. She is also a skilled sword fighter and unconventional buckler wielder. Kua also possesses the potential for fire and holy magic. The mists keep it at bay, but the force of her emotions can occasionally overcome it.
She is quite skilled with a flute.
She struggles with complex abstract concepts and mathematics, and demonstrates no social fear. She has a heart condition that requires periodic herbal treatment.
Biography: Kua Redford was born with a disability similar to William's Syndrome. Her parents were overprotective and fearful Kua would never be able to live a normal life. However, Kua also possessed a fierce, independent drive. What started as basic self-defense lessons became an obsession with becoming a warrior so that she could survive on her own.
Kua was enabled by the King of her city-state of Whitehall, a man who saw great potential in her. He had her further trained so she could fulfill her wish of becoming a great paladin someday. Although there were many doubters and Kua's progress was slow, the king went to his deathbed still believing in her dream.
(It didn't hurt that the king was secretly her grandfather. But that is a very long story.)
Because Kua is a half-elf, she ages slowly. Bigots from her world believe her "condition" to be a result of her being a half-breed.
Registered: Jul 8, 2021 17:06:47 GMT -5
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Post by Kua Redford on Jul 11, 2021 13:15:30 GMT -5
Kua smiled. "I don't know if you'll like it. I'm not sure if your brain is attached to your ears the way mine are. But, hopefully, you will like it."
Kua was aware that different people liked different kinds of music, and that some people didn't like music much at all. She could only guess how an alien creature would interpret the high-pitched wails of unnaturally shaped clay.
The egg-shaped flute had a large hole on top and six holes on its face. When she blew, her fingers moved along the holes.
The song moved up and up and down and down, at a decent clip. It was a hopeful, though somewhat mournful melody. Occasionally the song spiked up, like the apex of laughter. Groups of notes seemed to ask questions without words. Was everything going to be alright? When would the sun rise again? The diversity of the notes conveyed this sensation that, although there were many questions, at least they weren't being asked alone. They were asked with friends and family.
Flute music was a sort of language, made of pure tone and no words. It was like a canvass one could paint their emotions onto with their heart, without the tedious input of higher brain functions.
Kua would continue to play as long as she could stand, depending on the reaction of the faceless and the length of their journey.
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