Valera
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: unknown
Appearance: In the daytime, she appears as a black-haired angel with two sets of wings adorned in a wedding gown, though she is not set to be married. Her skin is fair and soft while her eyes a gently sky blue. At night she morphs into horns with darkened skin and hair white as innocence but this form is far from that. Her eyes from the gentle blue to a burning red.
Equipment: Her weapon of choice is a long claymore, slow but deadly. She wears little armor when she is an angel while the dark dress is fused with metal to act as a form of armor.
Skills and Abilities: Not so much a skill but more of a personality swap, come sunlight she is as sweet as the bees and flowers but when the sunsets she bares her teeth on the hunt for some excitement. Her personalities changing like day and night, no one knows which one is truly her.
Biography: Once a human in search of immortality. She sought out a higher divinity only to be cast down from there she sought a deal with the devil, his flame burned her for weeks. She was too sinister to live amongst the angels and too angelic to live among the demons. She now lives as both an angel and a demon, but never to become solely one of the other. Valera condemned to live her life belonging to no one and no place.
Registered: Feb 18, 2022 17:30:49 GMT -5
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Post by Valera on Feb 22, 2022 16:39:47 GMT -5
The earth trembled and quaked as a being clawed up up up. The grass tore apart like a wound cracking and fissures snaking out as the ground caved in. From the hole created, an arm shot through grasping and clutching at the grass around it pulling its way out. What crawled out from the crater in the earth was not a monster, but a woman with hair as dark as night, and 2 sets of brilliant white wings. She curled into a ball her wings shielding herself as she violently clawed into the light of this world followed by brimstone and fire. She let out an agonizing cry scaring the nearby bird to fly in a hurried frenzy away.
The daylight shone down on her as she weakly stands. Her arms clinging to a nearby tree. A monster did not crawl out from the pits of the earth but instead an angel? Her face smeared with dirt, but the elegant wedding dress she wears does not know the word stain. The dress had not an once of dirt, grime, not even the single speckle of impurity.
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Post by Societas Amicorum Azarana on Feb 22, 2022 20:14:06 GMT -5
Out in the forest, as dawn broke and just as the sun began to chase away the dew of early morning, there would be one woman sneaking along the forest floor, her brown hair braided to keep it out of her face and her hand gripping a beautifully crafted bow of a slightly reddish hue.
Erahnya, as those in town would call her, was a skilled hunter from her original village before the flood. Even after, when she was taken in by the Usquean settlement, she kept her skills sharp as she hunted for food, just as she was doing now. It was hard to keep a settlement fed after the loss of all of the old-world infrastructure, but she was eager to help make it even a little easier to survive, the same eagerness that the man with the strange hook weapon had kindled into a bright passion.
Eventually, she would come across a large bird, sitting just above the forest floor on a low branch. Taking a deep breath, Erahnya drew back her bow, arrow trained on the bird. Unfortunately, her aim was knocked off by the ground shifting around her, causing her to fire far off from her mark and lodge the arrow in a nearby tree. She looked around for whatever might have caused the missed shot. Was it an earthquake?
The ground nearby would crack open, heat spewing from the hole it created. Quickly, Erahnya jumped into a nearby bush, arrow trained on the spot as she watched someone claw up from the hole, hearing a blood-curdling scream that would scare away any chance of her finding food that morning.
She sees the winged woman crawl from the hole, only barely able to stand with support. Confused and concerned about the whole situation, she lowered her bow, keeping the arrow knocked but not yet drawing back the string, as she slowly stood, revealing herself to the angelic woman. Her instincts yelled to her that this was a bad idea, that this woman obviously just climbed from the depths of hell and that she shouldn’t be trying to converse with it, that she should fight or run. But she had discussed the value of giving a chance to even the most off putting individual with that strange man, and she had learned its merit. Some of the world’s best fruit hid within vicious looking hides. She had to try. “Hello?” She asked, visibly tense and on-guard. “Who are you?”
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Valera
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: unknown
Appearance: In the daytime, she appears as a black-haired angel with two sets of wings adorned in a wedding gown, though she is not set to be married. Her skin is fair and soft while her eyes a gently sky blue. At night she morphs into horns with darkened skin and hair white as innocence but this form is far from that. Her eyes from the gentle blue to a burning red.
Equipment: Her weapon of choice is a long claymore, slow but deadly. She wears little armor when she is an angel while the dark dress is fused with metal to act as a form of armor.
Skills and Abilities: Not so much a skill but more of a personality swap, come sunlight she is as sweet as the bees and flowers but when the sunsets she bares her teeth on the hunt for some excitement. Her personalities changing like day and night, no one knows which one is truly her.
Biography: Once a human in search of immortality. She sought out a higher divinity only to be cast down from there she sought a deal with the devil, his flame burned her for weeks. She was too sinister to live amongst the angels and too angelic to live among the demons. She now lives as both an angel and a demon, but never to become solely one of the other. Valera condemned to live her life belonging to no one and no place.
Registered: Feb 18, 2022 17:30:49 GMT -5
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Post by Valera on Feb 23, 2022 23:57:39 GMT -5
The woman meekly speaks. "My name is Valera" she clutches her head, a big portion of her arm covered by white satin gloves, and sits down on the ground. "I'm sorry, I am exhausted. W-Who are you?" she asks tilting her head up to look at the stranger with hooded agate eyes. Upon closer look, the strapless wedding dress reaches the ground with a few inches dragging onto the forest floor. Her large pair of wings that are well taller than her height lay flatly on her back overlaying her smaller second seat of white feathered wings. She approaches the stranger carefully her legs a little unsteady as she walks. Dirty smears over her cheeks as she gauges the stranger.
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Fenster S. Glasplede
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: Twenty-One
Appearance: Fenster has pale, white skin, and dull grey eyes. It should be noted that his skin is a perfectly healthy color of white, it's just not very high in color. His hair is a combed coal black.
Glasplede wears a pair of silver rimmed spectacles with a similarly silver chain connecting them on the back. He has a blue coat, which he wears around a more shoddy tactical jacket. He has on a pair of black jeans underneath it all, with some steal toed boots.
Now shoes have gravity runes etched into his soles, this prevents any dirt or grime from sticking to the surface of the boot as it's repelled away from him. His clothing also has the same treatment to a higher degree. This means nothing will stick to him. His tactical jacket is also imbued with magnetism runes which repel metal quite nicely.
Equipment: He possesses long silver almost glass like sword, with a curved guard in black. Said sword is razor sharp and precise, and is charged with flame runes to give it an incredibly hot temperature. This cauterizes wounds received by the weapon. The heating feature can be turned off by moving one of the metal slots on the sword's handle to break the rune. The sheath is a similar design to his clothing made of a sturdy leather.
Skills and Abilities: He appears to be cursed by a very simple, but incredibly effective magic object. Shards of magically imbued glass embedded in his eyes. When he looks through glass it makes everything good or beautiful that was reflected in it almost shrink to nothing, while everything that is worthless and bad looks increased in size and worse than ever. The most lovely landscapes appear like boiled spinach, and the people become quite hideous, and look as if they stood on their heads and had no bodies. Their countenances are so distorted that no one could recognize them, and even one freckle on the face appears to spread over the whole of the nose and mouth. When a good or pious thought passed through the mind of any one it was misrepresented in the glass. Given time there's a chance he may be able to get other people to see through glass in this way instead of himself.
He's a master of sowing, carving, sweeping, painting (repair), generic cleaning work. Essentially if it needs repairing there is a very good chance he knows how to make it near mint. He has basic medical skills as well. He's taken several musical classes and loves anyone who can play it well.
Biography: He's very pessimistic, and typically very depressed. He's also horribly plagued with OCD, due to growing up with his semblance. He has a romanticized view of food and reading, as they are some of the few things his semblance can't ruin as reading is not something that can be twisted and food, even imperfect, still will taste good if made properly.
He's been excommunicated from his broken home for his constant pessimism. He's fairly well off money wise, as he's quite skilled in repair and money management. These two things he spent a lot of time with back in his old village. In this new location he continues to find jobs to do and get paid for. He doesn't really spend the money on much, just saves it for a time where it will be useful to him.
During the great End, he already a shipping boat for one of his hunts, for that is his purpose, or what he has made it, to hunt monsters of any kind and end them.
Registered: Apr 1, 2021 12:26:26 GMT -5
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Post by Fenster S. Glasplede on Feb 24, 2022 2:09:57 GMT -5
It wasn't a bad day. By that being, there had been worlds worse, but of course, it wasn't a splendid one either. Fenster S. Glasplede did not care, even when rock and earth were cloven revealing a twisted aberration reaching for the heavens it didn't mean anything in a forest that looked to be incredibly blackened and twisted beyond any sense of repair.
He glanced from his silent spot in the trees and looked at the gaunt hunter, eyes bulbous and flitting as they glanced about like that of a nervous chameleon. She was fairly normal, pretty much standard townsfolk, but the thing that had crawled out of the depths?
That creature was simply a blackened soul, burnt out from the inside, a crackling flame that burned inside the girl's chest, that dripped molten flames down her stomach as her ripped and tattered dress had the look of burning paper giving off ash and smoke. The wings embedded on her back were naught but draconic, clawed, and raw flesh.
There was no need to panic, everyone looked this way. To any other person, it would be a horrific experience, but this was how the world was, and how it always had been. Not even the end of the world could change that.
He moved forwards, his blue jacket flickering a bit in the small wind as he walked towards the duo hands shoved deep in his pockets as he yawned. Round black glasses covered his eyes, as a well-placed dark blue short-rimmed fedora helped with covering up more of his face. The only bit of his face that was clear to see was his perpetual frown.
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Post by Societas Amicorum Azarana on Feb 26, 2022 0:12:58 GMT -5
Hesitantly, Erahnya removes her arrow from the string and sits it back into her quiver, moving closer to the woman as she tries to get closer, allowing herself to be used as support if necessary. However, she keeps watching to make sure the woman doesn’t do anything suspicious. At the very least she could still reach her knife if need be. “It’s okay.” She tells Valera. “I’m Erahnya. I live in a village not far from here. We can take you there and make sure you’re alright, come on.”
Before she could move much further, the huntress spotted the man approaching them, his entire upper face hidden by his hat and glasses. She narrowed her eyes at him, suspicious. “You there.” She called, carefully watching him. “What’s your name?”
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Valera
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: unknown
Appearance: In the daytime, she appears as a black-haired angel with two sets of wings adorned in a wedding gown, though she is not set to be married. Her skin is fair and soft while her eyes a gently sky blue. At night she morphs into horns with darkened skin and hair white as innocence but this form is far from that. Her eyes from the gentle blue to a burning red.
Equipment: Her weapon of choice is a long claymore, slow but deadly. She wears little armor when she is an angel while the dark dress is fused with metal to act as a form of armor.
Skills and Abilities: Not so much a skill but more of a personality swap, come sunlight she is as sweet as the bees and flowers but when the sunsets she bares her teeth on the hunt for some excitement. Her personalities changing like day and night, no one knows which one is truly her.
Biography: Once a human in search of immortality. She sought out a higher divinity only to be cast down from there she sought a deal with the devil, his flame burned her for weeks. She was too sinister to live amongst the angels and too angelic to live among the demons. She now lives as both an angel and a demon, but never to become solely one of the other. Valera condemned to live her life belonging to no one and no place.
Registered: Feb 18, 2022 17:30:49 GMT -5
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Post by Valera on Feb 27, 2022 2:33:20 GMT -5
Valera dazedly looks at the new stranger. "Please don't hurt me I'm don't know where I am" her mind a jumble of confusion and thoughts. "You and the man do not know each other?" She stared between the two of them not sure what to make of it. Poor Valera just crawled out from some pit that she would rather forget about oh the suffering, at least it will be a while before nightfall. Valera is aware of what happens after the sunset.
"I do not come to hurt you I am I think lost"
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Post by Societas Amicorum Azarana on Mar 31, 2022 21:28:08 GMT -5
“No.” Erahnya told Valera, not taking her eyes off of him. “I can’t say I’ve ever seen him before.” She glances back at her, subtly shifting to put her body in between Valera and the approaching man. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure no one hurts you.” She says, trying to comfort her. “And we’ll get you to the town nearby, maybe then we can figure out what’s going on here.”
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