W. Femuria Wenderson
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 26
Appearance: Her hair is dark brown mixed with slivers of dark blonde blended about on her head. Her eyes are a mix of burgundy and blue, with her facial skin mildly stretched.
Equipment: Femuria has a large rucksack made out of a lot of animal skin tied up together. She appears to have a variety of salted meats sewn up in little parcels and stuffed inside.
Skills and Abilities: (Unrevealed)
Biography: Not much information is known,
Registered: Apr 14, 2021 23:59:56 GMT -5
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Post by W. Femuria Wenderson on Dec 20, 2023 0:44:52 GMT -5
A woman stepped out of the one hovels. Her skin was pale, and not that of a ghoul, it was evident she shared human blood in fact. Wendy Wenderson, as was her name, smiled deep as she saw the approaching mass of dead and undead alike. Her large eyes took it all in...and she did laugh, she laughed deeply, with a heavy glee that was unmatched by current company.
"Oh my, oh my, what luck more good friends!" her nose twitched as she spoke, "Ah, a couple vampires, an elf," she paused thinking hard, "Maybe human maybe not, cannot tell, cannot tell, oh well!" she laughed again spinning round with a heavy energy, "And oh," Wendy stopped for a moment staring at Travel's Far, "You're just flesh, bloody flesh no less," she smiled wider, "Such a fascinating beast you are," she exclaimed clasping her hands together with a wet slap, as they were, of course, covered in a thick mess of blood.
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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 Dec 21, 2023 2:49:20 GMT -5
Kua listened carefully to Laszlo's tales, nodding politely at regular intervals. Despite the obvious exaggerations, listening to accounts of such evil acts put her in a state of contemplation. Although she didn't have the mind for philosophical musings concerning the nature of good and evil, it was a topic that often weighed heavily on her. How often had she wished she could merely peer into a person's heart and simply know who and what they were? How much pain might it have saved her? Would she have ever become the person she was if she had this ability? People accused her of being inferior for lacking certain basal instincts. And yet, how often were those impulses thwarted by reason? How often did they lead people astray?
Might there not be a better way of doing things? Perhaps with magic? Or with clever detective work which was not so beyond her capabilities?
Her brain hurt. She would rather have been playing flute music while holding hands with Jace, but she wanted to be polite to Laszlo and let him vent. Also, in unknown lands, it paid to listen to one's surroundings, and have ones hand's free.
Well, it wasn't all bad. At the end of the day, she was surrounded by friends. And she liked friends.
Then she smelled death.
Kua narrowed her eyes and focused on riling herself up. She'd smelled that scent many times before. It was often associated with great pain and tragedy, and subsequent anger. Sometimes, her five senses allowed her to bypass the limitation of not feeling fear around a dangerous-looking target. She could instead fan the flames of fury in association with certain smells and sounds, and enter a state similar to an orc's berserk, although much weaker, but more controlled. "On it." She said with... uncharacteristic seriousness.
Aleena went ahead and took the initiative for their party, so Kua quickly zipped past her and drew her longsword in a lightning-quick motion, stepping around the opposing party and flanking one of the ghouls in the blink of an eye. But she didn't attack. Instead she just raised her sword at them.
"And where did you get those bodies?" She demanded.
Femuria's sudden appearance... actually helped break the tension quite a bit, enough for Kua to pull her sword back diagonally towards her body and take a step back. She assumed the stranger was with the ghouls and met all of her criteria for a non-hostile actor.
"Uh, he-hello. Are... are you their mom?"
(Yes it was a stupid question and yes she was being serious.)
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Vicent Maka - The Gentle Ghoul
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 42
Appearance: He is a humanoid figure that is tall and thin. His skin is grey and smells like ash. He wears royal robes with the symbol of his people in the center. Underneath he wears only raggedy worn black pants.
Due to his neutral face shape, he looks like he is always smiling to people. However, his does not mean he is happy. When he grins, it's an indication of anger and not happiness.
Equipment: His royal robes and crown are the only thing he keeps on him. His crown is made of wood, that is especially tough.
His robes meanwhile are heavy and durable. They're big enough that he is able to hide his form inside them, to block damage.
Skills and Abilities: Despite being a thin man he has surprising speed and strength. He may not be very durable physically, but he has enough strength to tear into live prey. He uses this as a surprise, to make opponents lower their guard and allow him to strike.
His limbs are also long and flexible, with him being able to move in unnatural looking ways. He uses this flexibility to try and restrain people.
His strongest weapon however is his snake and shark like jaws. His bite is powerful enough to crush flesh, metal and bone. His teeth are thick with sharp serrations and replenish over the course of a few days. He is also able to unhinge his jaw to eat things bigger than normally possible
He also has two magic abilities he has honed.
Firstly he is able to manipulate his own blood. He is capable of solidifying it and transforming it into bone or solid blood. He rarely ever uses this however, and it is more of a last resort.
His second magical ability is within his Soul. His necromancy comes from he ability to give pieces of his soul to death things. If he gives a piece of his soul to something he can manipulate their flesh and blood to do his bidding. These pieces always return to him when needed. Revived beings are semiautonomous and follow his every order.
He is capable of giving a piece of his soul to living beings. He is unable to hurt of control people with it however, as it is not strong enough to fight something living.
When a living person is given a piece of his soul he is capable of healing injuries and pain from others. He can pour strength into a person and make them stronger as well.
Registered: Oct 20, 2023 10:37:05 GMT -5
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Post by Vicent Maka - The Gentle Ghoul on Dec 21, 2023 14:06:53 GMT -5
The king of the ghouls looked around at the people surrounding the group. He knew they looked very feral and didn't exactly look human enough to warrant the benefit of the doubt. He looked at Aleena and grinned to reveal their nasty teeth, a sign of aggression for his people." We are ghouls, but some call us boogiemen and some even call us monsters. We didn't cause this if that's what you're saying."
The ghoul trapped by Lua's sword melted into shadows quickly, along with the rest of the ghouls. They knew this was going to get ugly, so they fled as their leader had commanded. He found weapons users tended to be more effective with people that walk upright, so he began to use his low to the ground stance like how his people usually did.
He said, looking up at her." Please leave my people alone. She is not with us, though I do find her to have an uncanny resemblance to us." He had a sack next to him, with a clean bone sticking out of the hole.
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Laszlo
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: Though in truth decades old, his appearance would hint at him being past 20 yet younger than 30.
Appearance: An inhumanly large man at well above two meters in height, he is pale as typical for most vampires. His visage and body is well chiselled, a powerful form given some effeminate polish (this comes in a few forms: clear use of makeup, painted nails, and floral perfumes). It would easily be considered handsome if it had not the appearance of being shattered like porcelain with black cracks all along his skin sometimes but not necessarily coinciding with veins. His hair is long and black, whilst his once blue eyes are now wholly white, absent of any colour on the bulbs; paradoxically, they turn black when illuminated by direct light as if casting shadows within themselves, softening again to a necrotic yellow if that light is of the sun. In between every rib is a slit in his flesh wherein he created improvised gills of his own body along with a great deal of other modifications he subsumes into his own meat. However few will see this of him, most instead seeing the ornate armour or robes he wears with a combination of nautical and vampiric themes. Hammered directly into his breast is a strange contraption of metal, oft leaking black ooze.
Equipment: Quite variant, a fact exacerbated by him hiding much under his flesh.
Skills and Abilities: He has the powers typical of the Correa vampiric bloodline, but extremely heavily watered down both by virtue of his severance from connection with the Matriarch Maribel, and further by the fact he starves himself of blood for ever longer periods of time. At the same time he seems supernaturally resilient and regenerative of any trauma done on his flesh even for a vampire.
To gain sufficient power to defeat Maribel, he has began experimenting upon his own body. For now these changes have mostly been the addition of the abilities of nautical creatures but he seeks to expand the arsenal of bestial abilities assimilated.
Reading a great many grimoires and tomes he has quite the magical repertoire.
All his flesh-craft has given him a non-negligible ability to shapeshift, though this is a quite slow process involving a violent breaking of bones and torn meats.
Biography: Not much is known. The best person to ask would be that bitch he keeps muttering about.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:11:49 GMT -5
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Post by Laszlo on Dec 21, 2023 16:59:18 GMT -5
Laszlo curled back a lip in disgust at the ghouls as they approached and spoke. They were gross, no two ways about it. Oh sure, he knew well enough with all he had done to himself it was only a veneer of skin that kept him relatively presentable, but these were still foul sights to behold. He knew of course appearance was a means to prejudice one as a monster, a recent example seemingly in the story of Travels Far. Yet, the Faceless were just odd rather than truly bile raising. "And, what if I don't believe you?" he asked the ghouls when they insisted they had nothing to do with the deaths. "One doesn't exactly stumble upon the dead very commonly. If you eat the dead, it would certainly make sense you would create dead to feast on. Particularly, in a land as unsoiled with centuries of civilization as this."
Wendy's appearance to the scene was also strange, unexpected. "Don't call me that." he said flatly to the strange woman, suppressing an enraged snarl. "Its only temporary."
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W. Femuria Wenderson
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 26
Appearance: Her hair is dark brown mixed with slivers of dark blonde blended about on her head. Her eyes are a mix of burgundy and blue, with her facial skin mildly stretched.
Equipment: Femuria has a large rucksack made out of a lot of animal skin tied up together. She appears to have a variety of salted meats sewn up in little parcels and stuffed inside.
Skills and Abilities: (Unrevealed)
Biography: Not much information is known,
Registered: Apr 14, 2021 23:59:56 GMT -5
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Post by W. Femuria Wenderson on Dec 22, 2023 1:57:18 GMT -5
Wendy giggled as she looked at all the wonderful little bits of attention thrown in her direction. She certainly was not complaining. She took a step forward, dancing out of the direction of Kua and more towards Lazlo and completely ignoring Aleena.
She turned towards Kua and grinned widely, "Well, I've never been called their mother before," Wendy exclaimed as she glanced with a mischievous look towards the king of the ghouls, "But I will certainly be seizing that title from now on!"
With a whip, she spun round towards Lazlo, "Oh darling, that's what makes you temporarily endearing!" she said swinging on her hips and then diving in towards Laszlo with a dangerous speed, a clear fire in her eyes to give him a very, very tight grasping hug.
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Jace Prix
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: A young mage in his late teen years.
Appearance: He is a limber man with hair touched by snow. His amethyst eyes explore the world with curiosity yet he hides behind darkened robes.
Equipment: Under his dark robes with purple accents, he wears a sleek black pair of pants and a high collared shirt.
Skills and Abilities: He has driven himself into the teachings of magic especially those involved with the occult.
Biography: As a young boy, he was cast out of his family for his abnormal looks. The color of his pale skin, the shade of his hair, even his eyes an unnatural color caused the townspeople to take up arms. They thought him to be cursed and a bad omen. When he is near something terrible would happen.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 1:34:25 GMT -5
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Post by Jace Prix on Dec 22, 2023 18:28:34 GMT -5
Jace tasked himself as a scribe for the group. He didn't care who would end up reading these tales, but he thought it would be important to have an account of the dastardly deeds of this monstrous Maribel woman. He still had his reservations about Laslow, but Maribel seemed to be the bigger threat. Jace didn't appreciate that Laslow did not make an effort to talk to him. The poor youngster wouldn't even know what to say. Growing up Jace was never much for talking, then again, no one wanted to talk give him the time of day. He instead found solace amongst the dead. The more Laslow recounted his tale, the quicker Jace wrote. An urgency to not miss a single important detail. He was horrified by all by this mysterious stranger, but entranced by the immense power she possessed, to cause so much suffering and pain to others. The thought made him shiver. Whether the shiver was glee or terror, even he isn't quite sure.
As soon as the sharp sting of metallic blood hit his nose, so did the calm he felt. A conditioned behavior, like a dog salivating when hearing a dinner bell but no dinner is present. The whispers soon followed. There's something morbidly peaceful spending the day surrounded by decaying flesh and bone. The recently deceased make lots of noise; fear, confusion, anger, denial, and regret before finally quieting to accept their fate. Their sorrows echoing for him alone to hear. The remnants of what remains of his magic. Quickly he slipped his journal back in his bag. He watched as these bodies were feasted on. He felt sadness at seeing the massacre. There's already so much pain within the world, couldn't we at least die peacefully? There have been times in his past when he wanted others to suffer, he wanted them to regret the agony they have caused him. Revenge swirled in his thoughts and soon the greed of power joined. Things are different now. Jace didn't think of himself as a cruel man anymore. No one should have to suffer a painful death. Living is already punishment enough for some of us.
"A woman, she comes, quickly. Blood blood blood all over her hands. SO MUCH BLOOD WHAT DID SHE DO!" The whispers a cacophony of sounds suddenly turning into one uniform sentence of voices before falling dead silent. The woman stepped out from the dwelling. The blood dripping for her hands like paint. Jace observed her and the ghouls through this purple eyes, a rare color as a result of his unnatural paleness. Jace didn't know why but he believed the ghouls. "You're like vultures, seeking out what is already dead." There was a cleverness about them. They valued their life and knew this was no winning fight. Savages do not think, they only wish for bloodshed and violence. They are merely scavengers. The woman was different. She showed no fear. Not knowing fear is a foolish way to die. Jace didn't know what to make of her movements. They were erratic but there was thought behind them. Her movements would make it hard to anticipate her next move. She moved like a snake, her hips slithering and swaying to distort the enemy.
As she ensnared Laslow in her arms, Jace moved to follow. He had been practicing on refining his skills. The young lad certainly wasn't Kua but he was passable in his swordsmanship. In one swift motion he unsheathed his blade and closed the distance to ready his blade against the back of her neck. "For someone in such an incriminating position, I would think you would be more cautious of your actions."
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Laszlo
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: Though in truth decades old, his appearance would hint at him being past 20 yet younger than 30.
Appearance: An inhumanly large man at well above two meters in height, he is pale as typical for most vampires. His visage and body is well chiselled, a powerful form given some effeminate polish (this comes in a few forms: clear use of makeup, painted nails, and floral perfumes). It would easily be considered handsome if it had not the appearance of being shattered like porcelain with black cracks all along his skin sometimes but not necessarily coinciding with veins. His hair is long and black, whilst his once blue eyes are now wholly white, absent of any colour on the bulbs; paradoxically, they turn black when illuminated by direct light as if casting shadows within themselves, softening again to a necrotic yellow if that light is of the sun. In between every rib is a slit in his flesh wherein he created improvised gills of his own body along with a great deal of other modifications he subsumes into his own meat. However few will see this of him, most instead seeing the ornate armour or robes he wears with a combination of nautical and vampiric themes. Hammered directly into his breast is a strange contraption of metal, oft leaking black ooze.
Equipment: Quite variant, a fact exacerbated by him hiding much under his flesh.
Skills and Abilities: He has the powers typical of the Correa vampiric bloodline, but extremely heavily watered down both by virtue of his severance from connection with the Matriarch Maribel, and further by the fact he starves himself of blood for ever longer periods of time. At the same time he seems supernaturally resilient and regenerative of any trauma done on his flesh even for a vampire.
To gain sufficient power to defeat Maribel, he has began experimenting upon his own body. For now these changes have mostly been the addition of the abilities of nautical creatures but he seeks to expand the arsenal of bestial abilities assimilated.
Reading a great many grimoires and tomes he has quite the magical repertoire.
All his flesh-craft has given him a non-negligible ability to shapeshift, though this is a quite slow process involving a violent breaking of bones and torn meats.
Biography: Not much is known. The best person to ask would be that bitch he keeps muttering about.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:11:49 GMT -5
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Post by Laszlo on Dec 23, 2023 7:33:09 GMT -5
"What are you...." Laszlo began as Wendy went forth in his direction, and then very swiftly stated. "I don't think so." His voice suddenly putrid as his skin bloated and pufferfish-like spines slowly jutted out from his pores. "Unhand me, or face consequences. I do not like being touched."
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W. Femuria Wenderson
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 26
Appearance: Her hair is dark brown mixed with slivers of dark blonde blended about on her head. Her eyes are a mix of burgundy and blue, with her facial skin mildly stretched.
Equipment: Femuria has a large rucksack made out of a lot of animal skin tied up together. She appears to have a variety of salted meats sewn up in little parcels and stuffed inside.
Skills and Abilities: (Unrevealed)
Biography: Not much information is known,
Registered: Apr 14, 2021 23:59:56 GMT -5
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Post by W. Femuria Wenderson on Dec 23, 2023 13:01:48 GMT -5
Wendy chuckled as Laszlo prickled up, "Oh, aren't you a treat! What a spicy lad you are!" she grinned, almost touching, almost not. It certainly looked like she was...but her body always seemed bent in ways just slightly off.
Then Jace moved to attack her, and her head bent completely backwards, at such an unnatural angle. Her grin was far more wide then it should ever be for a lady, "Daaarling," she spoke, her voice was soft, but strong, and unnervingly sweet, "Your blade is not blessed, whatever dear little child do you think you could do to me?"
Wendy's entire body, bent, and snapped, with little crunches as it quite literally unfolded from around Lazlo to completely face Jace, his blade still on her neck as she deftly cracked her head back into place. She was now right in Jace's face now, blade pressing against her thick skin. She reeked of a sickly sweet odor that was blended with that of crushed leaves. Her eyes were right in his. Each of hers were burrowing into his purple ones, staring deep and wide as if trying to enter his soul.
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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 Dec 23, 2023 15:34:55 GMT -5
Kua did believe the ghouls, if only for Jace's assessment tipping her over the edge. Somewhat reluctantly, she lowered her sword and sheathed it. Her pulse gradually mellowed out. "That doesn't make it right." She eyed the bone sticking out of the king's sack. It made her sick. Those were people, and they deserved better. Her face was stern, disgusted, with sorrow in her eyes. This conversation wasn't over. Kua rolled her eyes (an exceeding rare thing for her to do) and casually walked over to Wendy. "Here, stop making my friends uncomfortable, and I'll let you hug me. Come, come here." Like an auntie trying to comfort a reluctant, rambunctious child, she gently moved in with open arms. "But don't try anything funny or one... maybe two, maybe three? ...of my friends will try to eat you." (Another side-effect of Kua's condition was that she too did not have an innate sense of personal space, and had really only learned it for the sake of propriety and consideration of others. So she was the perfect martyr to absorb Wendy's eccentricity.) "Come. Come here weird lady." She'd chase her down if she had to.
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Jace Prix
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: A young mage in his late teen years.
Appearance: He is a limber man with hair touched by snow. His amethyst eyes explore the world with curiosity yet he hides behind darkened robes.
Equipment: Under his dark robes with purple accents, he wears a sleek black pair of pants and a high collared shirt.
Skills and Abilities: He has driven himself into the teachings of magic especially those involved with the occult.
Biography: As a young boy, he was cast out of his family for his abnormal looks. The color of his pale skin, the shade of his hair, even his eyes an unnatural color caused the townspeople to take up arms. They thought him to be cursed and a bad omen. When he is near something terrible would happen.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 1:34:25 GMT -5
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Post by Jace Prix on Dec 29, 2023 15:26:12 GMT -5
Jace's own amethyst eyes bore back into hers. "They do say eyes are the windows to the soul. Be careful of whose soul you wish to see. You might end up locked behind the window forever." He lifted his lips into a snarled grin. Jace did not seem to fear this intense gaze. She's not the only one who has tried to see into his very being. He grabs her arm daring her to stare even deeper—his soul, an inky abyss that tends to drag people deep beneath its depths.
A black ember burns from his hands. However, Wendy doesn't feel any heat from the flame, instead a sickly coldness creeping up her arm. His grasp is iron-tight. "I invite you to come in, look deep in my soul." There's an almost sinister tone behind his invitation. Jace knows more about souls than most people. Souls do not lie, souls reveal all about a person. He has spent years cultivating and molding his soul into something dangerous. This soul is his own little playground. Come inside and see the horrors that await.
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W. Femuria Wenderson
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 26
Appearance: Her hair is dark brown mixed with slivers of dark blonde blended about on her head. Her eyes are a mix of burgundy and blue, with her facial skin mildly stretched.
Equipment: Femuria has a large rucksack made out of a lot of animal skin tied up together. She appears to have a variety of salted meats sewn up in little parcels and stuffed inside.
Skills and Abilities: (Unrevealed)
Biography: Not much information is known,
Registered: Apr 14, 2021 23:59:56 GMT -5
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Post by W. Femuria Wenderson on Dec 30, 2023 0:30:17 GMT -5
Wendy just laughed, "Oh, you're one of those!" her sing song tone did not change with the pretty lights that danced before her in Jace's eyes. She did not care, not for his talk of souls, or for the lad's chilling fire. However, it was grasping her hand that was indeed the young child's mistake, as Wendy took advantage twisting his hand and pulling him in.
She did not care for silly mind games, her leg swung out and while she had him in her grip she kicked right between his legs with a fiendish grin decorating her face, "Such a silly boy, there is no reason to play such games with me. I care not for the shape of your soul or any foolish thing."
The woman turned to Kua, "Oh, I mean they can try to take a taste! Although I can promise you, I taste quite awful. Like a mouthful of mealy wood I'm told."
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Vicent Maka - The Gentle Ghoul
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 42
Appearance: He is a humanoid figure that is tall and thin. His skin is grey and smells like ash. He wears royal robes with the symbol of his people in the center. Underneath he wears only raggedy worn black pants.
Due to his neutral face shape, he looks like he is always smiling to people. However, his does not mean he is happy. When he grins, it's an indication of anger and not happiness.
Equipment: His royal robes and crown are the only thing he keeps on him. His crown is made of wood, that is especially tough.
His robes meanwhile are heavy and durable. They're big enough that he is able to hide his form inside them, to block damage.
Skills and Abilities: Despite being a thin man he has surprising speed and strength. He may not be very durable physically, but he has enough strength to tear into live prey. He uses this as a surprise, to make opponents lower their guard and allow him to strike.
His limbs are also long and flexible, with him being able to move in unnatural looking ways. He uses this flexibility to try and restrain people.
His strongest weapon however is his snake and shark like jaws. His bite is powerful enough to crush flesh, metal and bone. His teeth are thick with sharp serrations and replenish over the course of a few days. He is also able to unhinge his jaw to eat things bigger than normally possible
He also has two magic abilities he has honed.
Firstly he is able to manipulate his own blood. He is capable of solidifying it and transforming it into bone or solid blood. He rarely ever uses this however, and it is more of a last resort.
His second magical ability is within his Soul. His necromancy comes from he ability to give pieces of his soul to death things. If he gives a piece of his soul to something he can manipulate their flesh and blood to do his bidding. These pieces always return to him when needed. Revived beings are semiautonomous and follow his every order.
He is capable of giving a piece of his soul to living beings. He is unable to hurt of control people with it however, as it is not strong enough to fight something living.
When a living person is given a piece of his soul he is capable of healing injuries and pain from others. He can pour strength into a person and make them stronger as well.
Registered: Oct 20, 2023 10:37:05 GMT -5
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Post by Vicent Maka - The Gentle Ghoul on Dec 30, 2023 12:54:24 GMT -5
While the ghouls stopped their harvesting the king made sure to keep an eye out for all their new adversaries. A few of them might have believed their innocence, but he wasn't too sure. That Wendy lass was similar to them in many ways, their old ways to be precise. Fearless and monstrous. He needed more people on his side. His people began to melt into shadows, hiding to avoid any attacks. Their bags of flesh where drawn to the shadows.
The king decided on one course of action. Pacifying the enemy. He saw Wendy as the current immediate threat he wants to calm. His soul shard wasn't as powerful as he wished, he could barely influence people's minds. But he hoped he could influence their emotions. Forcing people to feel empathy by giving them pieces of his own soul had worked in the past, albeit temporarily. Sometimes they were disturbed by someone manipulating their feelings, but they did become more open to talking.
With that in mind he cut a piece of his own soul and sent it at Wendy. The small innocent looking shard of light flew directly towards her. If it hit, there was a possibility of salvaging this situation from getting any worse.
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Laszlo
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: Though in truth decades old, his appearance would hint at him being past 20 yet younger than 30.
Appearance: An inhumanly large man at well above two meters in height, he is pale as typical for most vampires. His visage and body is well chiselled, a powerful form given some effeminate polish (this comes in a few forms: clear use of makeup, painted nails, and floral perfumes). It would easily be considered handsome if it had not the appearance of being shattered like porcelain with black cracks all along his skin sometimes but not necessarily coinciding with veins. His hair is long and black, whilst his once blue eyes are now wholly white, absent of any colour on the bulbs; paradoxically, they turn black when illuminated by direct light as if casting shadows within themselves, softening again to a necrotic yellow if that light is of the sun. In between every rib is a slit in his flesh wherein he created improvised gills of his own body along with a great deal of other modifications he subsumes into his own meat. However few will see this of him, most instead seeing the ornate armour or robes he wears with a combination of nautical and vampiric themes. Hammered directly into his breast is a strange contraption of metal, oft leaking black ooze.
Equipment: Quite variant, a fact exacerbated by him hiding much under his flesh.
Skills and Abilities: He has the powers typical of the Correa vampiric bloodline, but extremely heavily watered down both by virtue of his severance from connection with the Matriarch Maribel, and further by the fact he starves himself of blood for ever longer periods of time. At the same time he seems supernaturally resilient and regenerative of any trauma done on his flesh even for a vampire.
To gain sufficient power to defeat Maribel, he has began experimenting upon his own body. For now these changes have mostly been the addition of the abilities of nautical creatures but he seeks to expand the arsenal of bestial abilities assimilated.
Reading a great many grimoires and tomes he has quite the magical repertoire.
All his flesh-craft has given him a non-negligible ability to shapeshift, though this is a quite slow process involving a violent breaking of bones and torn meats.
Biography: Not much is known. The best person to ask would be that bitch he keeps muttering about.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:11:49 GMT -5
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Post by Laszlo on Dec 30, 2023 21:33:20 GMT -5
Laszlo truth be told was enjoying himself. He didn't have the immediate joy of having to make Kua get into a fight, yet this strange woman that arrived on the scene was truly something delightfully awful. Great willpower let him not articulate the snicker he wanted to indulge in as Wendy tried to give Jayce a hit to the valuables. Her antics were strange, and maybe if by some annoying miracle a peaceful resolution would be reached with Wendy he'd ask to shave off a piece of her to study and perhaps assimilate. "What a fascinating creature you are, Miss."
For now though, he stepped towards the ghoul king as he flung something in the direction of his party. A little more eye-to-eye with the corpse eater he sighed. “I am forced to allow you a chance. Tell me, is there some way you could prove you didn't cause this? If these were people I cared about I'd object to you eating their remains truth to he told but as it stands I have bigger things to worry of than you eating dead people. But, err, try not to? Because, uhh, they wouldn't have wanted you to? And you probably don't need to either.” The vampire smiled, satisfied with himself for having put in the effort to make some generic moral grandstand. It felt good, and would build up his ethical resume
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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 Dec 31, 2023 16:46:03 GMT -5
Kua's internal organs did a sympathetic back flip as soon as the kick landed. Clearly she had underestimated the weird lady's lack of civility. With a sort of panicked grimace, she hopped over to Jace's side (who was probably doubled over in gut-churning pain at the moment) and placed herself at an angle between him and Wendy.
She waggled her finger angrily at her. "Just for that, you don't get a hug."
She attended to Jace by squatting down and gingerly patting him on the back. "Remind me to teach you how to block that," she said pitiably.
There was a lot to keep track of. She wanted to listen to the conversation between Laszlo and the ghouls, who were still her main concern. But she didn't take her eyes off of Wendy's limbs in case she needed to anticipate her movements. Why was she so aggressive and fearless anyways?
Kua's brain still hadn't quite pieced together her monstrous nature. What she did understand was that the entity was fast and competent, but still mostly just insane. Had something awful happened to her to make her this way? Was she really the one to watch out for?
"If we are all survivors, we should be working together, not fighting each other." She called out loudly and with some authority. Although she was mostly speaking to Wendy, the others would hear her clearly.
Her words might distract Wendy long enough for Vincent's soul shard to land on her. Kua did notice it, but didn't say anything out of curiosity. What had he cast? It didn't look like an attack, so...
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Jace Prix
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: A young mage in his late teen years.
Appearance: He is a limber man with hair touched by snow. His amethyst eyes explore the world with curiosity yet he hides behind darkened robes.
Equipment: Under his dark robes with purple accents, he wears a sleek black pair of pants and a high collared shirt.
Skills and Abilities: He has driven himself into the teachings of magic especially those involved with the occult.
Biography: As a young boy, he was cast out of his family for his abnormal looks. The color of his pale skin, the shade of his hair, even his eyes an unnatural color caused the townspeople to take up arms. They thought him to be cursed and a bad omen. When he is near something terrible would happen.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 1:34:25 GMT -5
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Post by Jace Prix on Jan 3, 2024 1:28:51 GMT -5
Jace's eyes began to water, his knees buckled as Wendy kicked him in his family jewels. He slowly dropped to his knees with an agonizing groan. Whatever the others did, he was too distracted by the pain to pay attention to them. He mustered a small nod to Kua and her sympathy. What an embarrassing scene for her to witness. It took him a while to regain his composure. He decided that it was probably for the best that he let other people interact with the strange woman.
He will help Laslo and the ghouls for now. It seems that's where his skills might be more helpful. Jace didn't care that the ghouls were scavenging the corpses. They were dead already and would end up getting eaten by maggots anyway. His confidence that the ghouls did not kill these people still held strong. People must do what they must to survive. Even though he has eaten less than fresh remains of dead animals, he hasn't eaten a human corpse. "What happened here?" he asked the king.
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