Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345 
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Jul 24, 2021 12:04:32 GMT -5
Naoki shrugs, as though she was expecting an answer along those lines. “I’ve met a few people from that neck of the woods,” she says, casual as she notes it.
“But you’re probably not here on holiday, huh?” She gestures with the end of the quill to the note on his armor, then thinks better of it. “I don’t mean to pry, though, no need to answer.”
“In any case, welcome to Port Argentium, if nobody’s mentioned that to you thus far. You weren't on the ship’s manifest, so I take it you washed up. How are you finding things thus far?”
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Jul 24, 2021 12:23:09 GMT -5
Naoki shrugs, as though she was expecting an answer along those lines. “I’ve met a few people from that neck of the woods,” she says, casual as she notes it. “But you’re probably not here on holiday, huh?” She gestures with the end of the quill to the note on his armor, then thinks better of it. “I don’t mean to pry, though, no need to answer.” “In any case, welcome to Port Argentium, if nobody’s mentioned that to you thus far. You weren't on the ship’s manifest, so I take it you washed up. How are you finding things thus far?” "Let's just say I was given a task to complete, and the mist sent me plunging into the waves." He took a moment to consider before answering her second question. "Well, of what I've seen it's pleasant enough. I've only met Sylvanie, who woke up next to me, and your local Witch who was... cooperative enough. And of course, yourself. Beyond that I've not had a lot of experience with your town here." |
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Jul 25, 2021 2:28:34 GMT -5
“That’s good to hear,” Naoki supposes. That’s about as much as she could have asked for. “You seem like a pleasant enough fellow to have around.”
“I’m trying to make sure everyone has what they need here,” she continues, stuffing her clipboard under one arm. “While you have my ear, are there any questions you have, or is anything else you need? Supplies aren’t plentiful, but we’re producing things quite quickly. If there’s something more you need to do your job more effectively, some comfort item you’d like to have, it may be workable.”
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Jul 25, 2021 7:41:56 GMT -5
“That’s good to hear,” Naoki supposes. That’s about as much as she could have asked for. “You seem like a pleasant enough fellow to have around.” “I’m trying to make sure everyone has what they need here,” she continues, stuffing her clipboard under one arm. “While you have my ear, are there any questions you have, or is anything else you need? Supplies aren’t plentiful, but we’re producing things quite quickly. If there’s something more you need to do your job more effectively, some comfort item you’d like to have, it may be workable.” "Can't think of anything I'd need, the better question would be if there's anything you need from me?" Thuratiphel asked with a chuckle. "I don't exactly have skills, beyond grunt labor, at least that apply to the construction of a town." |
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Jul 27, 2021 18:34:27 GMT -5
Naoki smiles. That’s what she wanted to hear. “Not to worry,” she assures him. “There’s still plenty that needs done. Just offhand, I think they could use a hand over at the river fishing out the logs. And near there, we’re setting up a proper lumber mill, could use some stout lads to heft the beams and such. Or you could head to the Builder’s Guild, help with ferrying materials to job sites, there’s plenty of that that needs done.”
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Jul 28, 2021 14:40:12 GMT -5
Naoki smiles. That’s what she wanted to hear. “Not to worry,” she assures him. “There’s still plenty that needs done. Just offhand, I think they could use a hand over at the river fishing out the logs. And near there, we’re setting up a proper lumber mill, could use some stout lads to heft the beams and such. Or you could head to the Builder’s Guild, help with ferrying materials to job sites, there’s plenty of that that needs done.” "I should have kept quiet!" He said with a laugh, "alright, I'll see what I can do." He was silent a few moments, before speaking again. "It's... strange. I've never owned anything before. It's an odd thought." |
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Sept 9, 2021 11:08:03 GMT -5
Naoki hums in response, unsure what to say to that.
“I was once in the same position. It stops being strange pretty quickly, I found — especially after you get the second thing. But if you have any troubles with this thing,” she continues, giving a nearby beam an experimental slap, “If the roof starts leaking, if things creak in a bad way, or the masonry starts crumbling, seek out the head of the builder’s guild.” She taps her chest. “That’s me for the moment, but hopefully someone will step forward to wear that hat soon enough. Which is why I need to get on to the next house — you have any questions before I do?”
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Sept 9, 2021 12:23:33 GMT -5
Naoki hums in response, unsure what to say to that. “I was once in the same position. It stops being strange pretty quickly, I found — especially after you get the second thing. But if you have any troubles with this thing,” she continues, giving a nearby beam an experimental slap, “If the roof starts leaking, if things creak in a bad way, or the masonry starts crumbling, seek out the head of the builder’s guild.” She taps her chest. “That’s me for the moment, but hopefully someone will step forward to wear that hat soon enough. Which is why I need to get on to the next house — you have any questions before I do?” "I don't think so ma'am, thank you for all this." Thuratiphel told her with a smile. "Hopefully I'll be able to pay you back swiftly." |
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Sept 13, 2021 15:50:46 GMT -5
“I don’t doubt it. We’ll all do our part for society and it’ll work out. You take care, then.” Raising a hand to wave a goodbye to her newest acquaintance, Naoki makes for the door, checking off a few last things on her checklist as she shuts the door and makes for the next house in line.
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Dec 29, 2021 17:25:22 GMT -5
Sylvanie skipped down the house-lined path, feeling the fresh summer breeze hit her skin as she thought about what to do today. She wasn’t expected back to help at the lumber camps for a few days, and when she left her new friend she met last night seemed to be in good health still, even if he was still sleeping when she left. It was only then she realized just how long it had been since she’d seen her friend Thuratiphel! With how distinct of a person he was, she definitely would have remembered seeing him around town, so she could only think of one place he could be, and that would be his own house.
The faeschild skipped house to house, looking for which could be his. After a little while, she spotted the plaque on his door, clearly etched with his name. Happy with herself, she jumped up to his door, knocking on it with an almost musical rhythm. It would do them some good to catch up.
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Dec 29, 2021 20:16:34 GMT -5
Sylvanie skipped down the house-lined path, feeling the fresh summer breeze hit her skin as she thought about what to do today. She wasn’t expected back to help at the lumber camps for a few days, and when she left her new friend she met last night seemed to be in good health still, even if he was still sleeping when she left. It was only then she realized just how long it had been since she’d seen her friend Thuratiphel! With how distinct of a person he was, she definitely would have remembered seeing him around town, so she could only think of one place he could be, and that would be his own house. The faeschild skipped house to house, looking for which could be his. After a little while, she spotted the plaque on his door, clearly etched with his name. Happy with herself, she jumped up to his door, knocking on it with an almost musical rhythm. It would do them some good to catch up. (Think what the ancient Egyptian laborers or slaves wore.) His upper half was bare, showing of his surprisingly perfect skin and his unsprising musculature. His only flaw, if it could be called that was the massive brand on his left pectoral, almost covering the entire muscle. It was an odd symbol, a jagged 8 point star with multiple circles within it. Regardless, he still cut an attractive figure, perk of being an angel it seems.
His expression was initially hostile, but when Thuratiphel saw Sylvanie, his face brightened, his pure white eyes seeming to shine. "Sylvanie? Is that you? I hadn't seen you in a while, I thought you'd forgotten me." |
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Jan 1, 2022 14:31:33 GMT -5
Sylvanie waved her hand vigorously in greeting, obviously quite happy to see her friend, and seemingly unconcerned by his appearance. "Hi Thuratiphel! I’m so so sorry for not visiting sooner, but I’ve just been so busy!” She looks down at her fingers as she begins counting on them while she speaks. “I met this nice man Mr. Alden, he introduced me to some nice people I’ve been helping to plant trees, and I met this nice man Mr. Cosimo on the beach! He was in rough shape but I helped him make it here to town!” She exclaims, bringing her fists to her hips as she stands puffed up, looking quite proud of herself.
She returns to a neutral position, swinging her arms back and forth unconsciously. “So what about you, how have you been? I haven’t really seen you around town that much.”
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Jan 1, 2022 15:44:46 GMT -5
Sylvanie waved her hand vigorously in greeting, obviously quite happy to see her friend, and seemingly unconcerned by his appearance. "Hi Thuratiphel! I’m so so sorry for not visiting sooner, but I’ve just been so busy!” She looks down at her fingers as she begins counting on them while she speaks. “I met this nice man Mr. Alden, he introduced me to some nice people I’ve been helping to plant trees, and I met this nice man Mr. Cosimo on the beach! He was in rough shape but I helped him make it here to town!” She exclaims, bringing her fists to her hips as she stands puffed up, looking quite proud of herself. She returns to a neutral position, swinging her arms back and forth unconsciously. “So what about you, how have you been? I haven’t really seen you around town that much.” "Let's just say i've not had much reason to get out much. However, let's get inside before we talk more, alright?" He stepped aside to allow Sylvanie inside. The interior of the home was quite dark. The curtains were drawn and no candles lit the room, the only light coming in from the doorway provided any illumination. What she could see was quite depressing. No furniture besides what he had been given was placed inside, no art adorned the walls, and the kitchen seemed completely unused and gathering dust. The only thing that seemed to have been moved was the pile of Thuratiphel's armor in the corner.
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Jan 2, 2022 17:21:31 GMT -5
Sylvanie squinted, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light as she looked around the room. “It’s pretty dark in here.” She comments, stepping inside and walking around some. “It seems, uh, nice though, at least from what I can see!”
In truth, she found it very sad. He didn’t leave his house, he barely used his house. Had he even met anyone other than herself? The faeschild tried not to let this opinion show, yet she had always been one to wear her heart on her nonexistent sleeve. She turned to Thuratiphel to smile, but it was quite obvious she was concerned.
“So, have you met any of the nice people in the city? It’s a really fine place!”
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Jan 2, 2022 20:48:08 GMT -5
Sylvanie squinted, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light as she looked around the room. “It’s pretty dark in here.” She comments, stepping inside and walking around some. “It seems, uh, nice though, at least from what I can see!” In truth, she found it very sad. He didn’t leave his house, he barely used his house. Had he even met anyone other than herself? The faeschild tried not to let this opinion show, yet she had always been one to wear her heart on her nonexistent sleeve. She turned to Thuratiphel to smile, but it was quite obvious she was concerned. “So, have you met any of the nice people in the city? It’s a really fine place!” "Since we parted? No, beyond Lady Naoki. I've not had much purpose to socialize. I'm a simple accountant and scribe, little use in a burgoing settlement." He moved to sit down in a chair opposite the sofa, the chair, which normally would have been large enough for two people, barely contained his bulk. He indicated she should sit down on the dusty sofa opposite him. He also still hadn't lit any lights, not having thought about Sylvanie's need for light. |
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