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 Feb 7, 2022 10:56:59 GMT -5
“Great!” Sylvanie exclaimed, jumping off of the couch and onto her feet, wings fluttering. “Let’s go then! There’s this neat spot on the riverside I wanna show you!” "Riverside?" He asked, unsure of what she spoke of. Regardless, he rose to his feet as well, groaning a bit. This mortal existence was beginning to catch up to him. |
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Laute, the Gourmet Glutton
Established
First Child of Gula, Devourer of Studiose
Roleplay posts: 27
Appearance: Inhumanly pallid and freckled in onyx, Laute is an odd figure at first sight. When one adds the curved horns, the bovine ears, and demonic writing across her skin, you get something decidedly hellish. Her eyes are yellow with a rectangular pupil, just like a goat's, and she sports a pair of powerful hooves in place of feet. Her hair is incredibly thick and appears to absorb the light around it, leaving it devoid of texture to the eye. A long, tufted tail lashes from her lower back.
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Skills and Abilities: Laute's purpose is to overindulge in fine things, thus having a heightened sense of smell and taste. She can detect a variety of poisons, provided she's run into them before. Limited control over fire, frost, and smoke are all within her domain. Should her master (currently Naoki) wish it, she can change forms into anything typically affiliated with glutton, all of which include but are not limited to piglike, oxlike, and snakelike shapes.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 13:18:24 GMT -5
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Post by Laute, the Gourmet Glutton on Jan 13, 2023 19:51:20 GMT -5
In the dead of the night, a shadow slunk through the newly crafted alleyways of Port Argentium. Spurred on the by the chirp of a sweet green bird, the shadow soon found its way to a very specific house. It stopped there for a moment, contemplating the entrances of the building before it before deciding that a high window that had been left open was the best way in. Knocking, of course, was out of the question; that was a very polite human thing to do, and the shadow was everything but.
With the snapping of bones and the tearing of skin, the figure deformed itself, then began to scale the wall to the second floor like a squirming lizard. It was incredibly silent, all up until it was time to set food inside the house-
Clop! went a heavy hoof, followed by a hiss of surprise. Well, she wasn't summoned to be stealthy! She was there to cook and feed and eat, and she would be doing all those things at once! Cursing all the way, Laute, the Gormet Glutton, dressed in one of Naoki's famous red sweater dresses, with a sack thrown over her shoulder, began to search for the kitchen.
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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 Feb 13, 2023 19:11:58 GMT -5
In the dead of the night, a shadow slunk through the newly crafted alleyways of Port Argentium. Spurred on the by the chirp of a sweet green bird, the shadow soon found its way to a very specific house. It stopped there for a moment, contemplating the entrances of the building before it before deciding that a high window that had been left open was the best way in. Knocking, of course, was out of the question; that was a very polite human thing to do, and the shadow was everything but. With the snapping of bones and the tearing of skin, the figure deformed itself, then began to scale the wall to the second floor like a squirming lizard. It was incredibly silent, all up until it was time to set food inside the house- Clop! went a heavy hoof, followed by a hiss of surprise. Well, she wasn't summoned to be stealthy! She was there to cook and feed and eat, and she would be doing all those things at once! Cursing all the way, Laute, the Gormet Glutton, dressed in one of Naoki's famous red sweater dresses, with a sack thrown over her shoulder, began to search for the kitchen. |
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Laute, the Gourmet Glutton
Established
First Child of Gula, Devourer of Studiose
Roleplay posts: 27
Appearance: Inhumanly pallid and freckled in onyx, Laute is an odd figure at first sight. When one adds the curved horns, the bovine ears, and demonic writing across her skin, you get something decidedly hellish. Her eyes are yellow with a rectangular pupil, just like a goat's, and she sports a pair of powerful hooves in place of feet. Her hair is incredibly thick and appears to absorb the light around it, leaving it devoid of texture to the eye. A long, tufted tail lashes from her lower back.
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Skills and Abilities: Laute's purpose is to overindulge in fine things, thus having a heightened sense of smell and taste. She can detect a variety of poisons, provided she's run into them before. Limited control over fire, frost, and smoke are all within her domain. Should her master (currently Naoki) wish it, she can change forms into anything typically affiliated with glutton, all of which include but are not limited to piglike, oxlike, and snakelike shapes.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 13:18:24 GMT -5
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Post by Laute, the Gourmet Glutton on Mar 12, 2023 22:24:58 GMT -5
Laute was rather pleased by this. Socializing, while it had its merits, was tiring. Unless they were bringing her new foods to try, all the dribble made her feel like she was trapped in her home realm, between time and space with no physical form to speak of. It was torture! And Grandma was the only one who was allowed to do any torture with Alden gone.
Finding that there were still embers on the hearth, Laute put her sack down and retrieved a few logs, placing them down on top of the coals. She cupped her hand around her lips, as though holding an imaginary horn, and took in a lungful of air. The back of her throat bellowed with a faint light. With a slouch of her shoulders, she let the breath go, and with it, a steady torrent of flame to warm the coals enough to ignite the kindling and the logs.
When she was satisfied, she began to grab all sorts of things from the sack, one of which included a small cauldron. She placed it right against the coals as she filled it with water, then got to cutting a variety of vegetables and herbs, all native to the island. A few lumps of crab meat were placed gently to the side and wrapped in a large leaf. Once this was done, she took a seat and waited for the water to boil.
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