Roona Lovelock
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 22
Appearance: With auburn longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of an artic wolf.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Jan 11, 2024 2:00:42 GMT -5
Roona was confused, what part did this fish boy not understand. She looked as the trident they were holding as it retracted to their chest instead of out towards her. She loosened her wound up foot work at the sight of that but kept her hand on her corset knife. She continued to look at their body posture not sure how to feel but they seem rather shocked she was here. She then advanced another 3 meters now 17 meters away.
"Yes the Historias and as of until she leaves this landing is under her sight and wisdom" she said almost nearly taunting but still remaining stone faced to the fish person.
She took another 2 steps forward now 15 meters away. She started to take off the coat from her arms to then let it drape on her shoulders still trying to make eye contact.
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Paragon
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Appearance: The impressionable Paragon is the antithesis of his father where they hoped he would be his mirror. Fit, but wiry, he takes after his mother's frame. He dons a teal color that fades to white on his chest and face, like shallow waters in the sunlight. He has no scales and instead has the same thick skin as a moray eel, which can light up and change colors in certain areas around his eyes, neck, and shoulders. What seems to be hair on his head is a slippery cilium that is very much alive and does not absorb water or weigh him down. His teeth are quite human, albeit with a few more pointy ones, as his diet is widely carnivorous. In between his arms to his torso is a thin membrane that helps him swim. The same membrane can be seen between his fingers and toes. Between his shoulders, he has a large dorsal held up by a stiff spine with a clear membrane attaching it to his mid-back. His gills sit along his ribcage.
On land, he stands at 5'8".
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Equipment: Paragon wields a spear that is more adept for fishing than it is for fighting, though it is made to hunt large, sometimes dangerous prey. The base is made from bone, while the head is made from the thorny tooth of the same prey. Though only a few inches in length, the tooth is ideal for piercing fish.
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Skills and Abilities: Though not half as fast as his counterpart, Cutthroat, Paragon boasts a speed and agility that is still impressive among his peers. His strength and combat abilities are nothing to boast about, but his people are sure he will come into them one day to be the Paragon of his father, their great and fearless leader.
Unlike most of his people, he is amphibious and has a set of lungs alongside his gills. As long as he stays moist, he can spend long amounts of time on land.
Registered: Jun 10, 2021 0:18:17 GMT -5
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Post by Paragon on Jan 14, 2024 17:22:26 GMT -5
Paragon raised a brow. He didn't have eyebrows- not the way Roona and the humans did- but he did have a thin, scaly line denoting something of the sort. His expression was a mix of quizzical and paranoid.
"... not particularly familiar," he said to her, words deeply accented and accompanied by clicks and churrs that Roona couldn't even dream of replicating. Various little pockets, flaps of skin, and fins moved as he spoke, creating these new sounds. "Is that a goddess? The only one I know of is Ra... Rao...ia." He chewed the word in his mouth a bit, unused to translating it into the common tongue. He seemed to be having troubles in general using his lips to form so many words. "I am Paragon. I'm lost."
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Roona Lovelock
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 22
Appearance: With auburn longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of an artic wolf.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Jan 15, 2024 0:24:37 GMT -5
Roona was more shocked at the grammer of this person than the chips and trills he made. Without a word she started to advance slowly another 5 meters giving a dead stare towards him as she clenched her dagger. Either this man has never heard of another god in his life or he was playing dumb. But then he said it, all be it with terrible grammer, 'I am lost' a feeling Roona knows all to well.
She stops moving and looks at him loosing the grip on her dagger before speaking. "Well you came to the wrong person for that, i've been on this island for like 5 minutes soooooo" she said semi commited but defintly quipy and snappy. She continued to stand there just staring at this person wondering if it was going to move or attack.
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Paragon
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Appearance: The impressionable Paragon is the antithesis of his father where they hoped he would be his mirror. Fit, but wiry, he takes after his mother's frame. He dons a teal color that fades to white on his chest and face, like shallow waters in the sunlight. He has no scales and instead has the same thick skin as a moray eel, which can light up and change colors in certain areas around his eyes, neck, and shoulders. What seems to be hair on his head is a slippery cilium that is very much alive and does not absorb water or weigh him down. His teeth are quite human, albeit with a few more pointy ones, as his diet is widely carnivorous. In between his arms to his torso is a thin membrane that helps him swim. The same membrane can be seen between his fingers and toes. Between his shoulders, he has a large dorsal held up by a stiff spine with a clear membrane attaching it to his mid-back. His gills sit along his ribcage.
On land, he stands at 5'8".
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Equipment: Paragon wields a spear that is more adept for fishing than it is for fighting, though it is made to hunt large, sometimes dangerous prey. The base is made from bone, while the head is made from the thorny tooth of the same prey. Though only a few inches in length, the tooth is ideal for piercing fish.
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Skills and Abilities: Though not half as fast as his counterpart, Cutthroat, Paragon boasts a speed and agility that is still impressive among his peers. His strength and combat abilities are nothing to boast about, but his people are sure he will come into them one day to be the Paragon of his father, their great and fearless leader.
Unlike most of his people, he is amphibious and has a set of lungs alongside his gills. As long as he stays moist, he can spend long amounts of time on land.
Registered: Jun 10, 2021 0:18:17 GMT -5
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Post by Paragon on Jan 16, 2024 18:19:15 GMT -5
Once he realized just how close the woman was getting, instead of being focused on the fact that she was present at all, Paragon skittered back, eyes widening like giant pearls. Not once did he hold his weapon as though it was a weapon.
"... so you do not know where we are," he replied, giving her a dubious frown. Who was this woman!? Immediately landing and claiming this place for her own? "All humans are like this?"
Paragon looked behind him, at the water. If she decided to kill him, could he make it in time? The bottoms of his feet were soft. Walking was hard, never mind running. Oh, gods, is this why Father was so gungho on waging war against these demons?
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Roona Lovelock
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 22
Appearance: With auburn longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of an artic wolf.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Jan 18, 2024 20:49:14 GMT -5
Roona stopped and stared dead on, at this fish person. She could see the nervousness glowing off him and that he was planning something, she could tell that it wasn't an attack strategy if anything it looked like he was planning to retreat. She then looked at their weapon it looked like they were trained in some way but didnt know how to use that training in combat.
Roona now feeling as though that she was in some sort of combat stand off fully unsheathed the dagger, The dagger in question shined against the sun as its handle looked thin but secure. She held the dagger by her side and continued to stare "I assure not all humans are like me" she said in her foreign accent before speaking normal again "and im not here to kill you if anything the Historia is here to help" she then started fidgeting with the dagger showing no aggresion with it.
"Oh and no im not even sure which ways north right now, i was hoping you to tell me" she added as her dagger flipped into the air, then she caught it between two fingers.
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