Roxanne Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 76
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:33:09 GMT -5
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 9, 2021 12:03:53 GMT -5
Roxanne let out a sigh of relief when Coatl managed to resist the urge to run after the two crazy women, giving the man an appreciative smile. At least one other person seemed to have some sense in his head. Sighing, she watched the other two vanish into the woods before turning back to her remaining two companions. There was something wrong with those women, she was sure. Nobody who knew that many sea shanties could be quite right in the head, after all. Nor could anybody who chose willingly to live life on the road forever. Wasn't that just called being homeless? However, any scathing mental commentary she had vanished quickly from her mind when Coatl winked. She froze, gazing at the man with a mixture of horror and disgust. Had he really winked at her, or was her mind playing cruel tricks? If he had, why had it looked so unnatural? It looked as though he'd only ever heard about winking from reading books. More importantly, though what could he have possibly meant by it? Was this his creepy way of coming on to her? Was he just weird and awkward? The fact that he referred to her as the "pretty lady" to the kobold didn't help matters. Cringing, she turned and started walking further into the woods, gesturing for the other two to follow.
"Uh...yeah," she said, not wanting to meet Coatl's eye. "Stick together. Yup. Good idea, Mr. Coatl. I don't think trapping is going to be the best way to go about things, though. Let's go this way and see what we can see, hmm? I'm sure those two can handle an overgrown chicken, at the very least. If not...well, I'm sure they can find their way home. Waiting around for crazy people isn't going to get us anywhere, though. We'd be better off moving."
Besides, she thought, If we're sneaking through the woods and stalking prey, maybe he won't talk too much. Glancing down at the weird red lizard creature, she frowned. It did look shorter than even the average kobold, although she wouldn't have noticed if Coatl hadn't referred to it as "kid".
"You got a name, kobold?" she asked, shouldering her bow and leading the party into the underbrush. "Walk quietly, now. If we get noticed by a big predator, it'll probably eat you first."
Off in the distance ahead of them, a muffled cry rang out. Roxanne froze, staring off into the woods. That had been a human scream, the fear and pain unmistakable even from this distance. One of the other hunting parties, perhaps?
"Stay quiet," she hissed, unslinging her bow and nocking an arrow. "We should go help, but we've got to be careful. Who knows what sort of monsters are out here?"
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Apr 10, 2021 18:15:45 GMT -5
Kekekekeke
You're both two apples short of a cobbler.
There was no way to gracefully apologize for flustering Roxanne. He decided it was best to just keep mostly to himself. Fortunately the kobold kid would be enough of a distraction for them both.
That said, Roxanne's dismissal of the trapping strategy, and her apparent lack of concern for the other two, were starting to grate on him. Trapping may not have been the most expedient way to get prey, but it was a hell of a lot safer than making random sojourns into unknown woods. He also didn't like the idea of the kid's skill set being made useless, thus turning him into a mere liability than an asset. Disrespecting the young ones of another clan, albeit a scaly one, was also bad karma.
He also remember what it was like to be a kid and an outsider to so-called "better" folk. Traveling laborers didn't get the respect they deserved even when they built the kingdom on their backs.
"Don't worry kid. Anything wants to eat you they'll have to get past us first." His tone wasn't cheery or even all that comforting, but he was honest.
The onset of a muffled cry in the distance seemed to confirm his suspicions that they really ought to reconsider starting with traps.
"Agreed, Miss Fletcher. That said..."
We're on.
Coatl's grip on his pitchfork tightened, almost to the point of shaking. His body started to radiate oppressive heat. And the tips of the fork glowed a faint orange. The damn isles were still suppressing Cuate's power, but maybe a little anger and some guts would help close the gap.
"I think I wanna take the lead this time. And have you bring up the rear with the kid in between us."
He was prepared to be both quick and stealthy as they headed towards the source of the cry. Cuate's spirit could sense the best footing in the forest, almost like radar. It wasn't much, but with some luck, maybe she could sense other things, too. Even an extra second of warning could save their lives.
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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 Apr 12, 2021 20:01:35 GMT -5
On the very western edge of the forest, Sylvanie skips into the woods, looking around for some sort of food. She stops for a second, having rushed ahead of her current travel buddy. She puts her hand on one of the trees, looking at it while she waits for him to catch up. "Oh forest, please lead me to something to eat, I beg of you." She mutters in another language, one that it was unlikely her compatriot could understand if he could hear it.
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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 Apr 12, 2021 20:11:33 GMT -5
On the very western edge of the forest, Sylvanie skips into the woods, looking around for some sort of food. She stops for a second, having rushed ahead of her current travel buddy. She puts her hand on one of the trees, looking at it while she waits for him to catch up. " Oh forest, please lead me to something to eat, I beg of you." She mutters in another language, one that it was unlikely her compatriot could understand if he could hear it. Thuratiphel watched his companion skip about, smiling unseen underneath his helmet. He could tell thanks to his odd helmet that she was much better for being in nature again. Seens fae children benefited from nature as much as pureblood fae. He spotted a fruit tree to his right, but decided to not say anything. He wondered how long it would take Sylvanie to notice.
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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 Apr 12, 2021 20:34:43 GMT -5
On the very western edge of the forest, Sylvanie skips into the woods, looking around for some sort of food. She stops for a second, having rushed ahead of her current travel buddy. She puts her hand on one of the trees, looking at it while she waits for him to catch up. " Oh forest, please lead me to something to eat, I beg of you." She mutters in another language, one that it was unlikely her compatriot could understand if he could hear it. Thuratiphel watched his companion skip about, smiling unseen underneath his helmet. He could tell thanks to his odd helmet that she was much better for being in nature again. Seens fae children benefited from nature as much as pureblood fae. He spotted a fruit tree to his right, but decided to not say anything. He wondered how long it would take Sylvanie to notice. She turned to look at him, then spotted just to his right a tree, bearing some fruit. "Ooh, how lucky!" She exclaimed, walking up to it and plucking one of them, taking a bite. "Mmm, quite delicious." She says, mouth still half full. She kisses the tree she took the fruit from. "Thank you friend." She says, taking another bite. Then, she turns to Thuratiphel. "Well, wasn't that easier than anticipated?"
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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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The Forest
Apr 12, 2021 20:38:18 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 12, 2021 20:38:18 GMT -5
Thuratiphel watched his companion skip about, smiling unseen underneath his helmet. He could tell thanks to his odd helmet that she was much better for being in nature again. Seens fae children benefited from nature as much as pureblood fae. He spotted a fruit tree to his right, but decided to not say anything. He wondered how long it would take Sylvanie to notice. She turned to look at him, then spotted just to his right a tree, bearing some fruit. "Ooh, how lucky!" She exclaimed, walking up to it and plucking one of them, taking a bite. "Mmm, quite delicious." She says, mouth still half full. She kisses the tree she took the fruit from. "Thank you friend." She says, taking another bite. Then, she turns to Thuratiphel. "Well, wasn't that easier than anticipated?" "Yes." He said, trying not to let his smile be seen. He was notably not eating, rather watching her eat.
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Scarvy little Courage
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Appearance: Scarvy is a small four foot red kobold. He’s fairly young, and still growing. Scarvy is about the full height he’ll grow to. He has amber eyes and scarlet scales. Scarvy is a strong kobold, able to lift stuff about twice his size.
Scarvy has two silver scales under his left eye. They appear to be attached to him permanently. He also has two big horns protruding from his head.
Equipment: Scarvy is nicely dressed in a green hood and cape. He has a dark blue vest with a grey wool shirt underneath. He has brown wool pants that are tightened right below his knees. His lower legs are wrapped in cloth. Probably acting as temporary shoes. Scarvy carries a short sword, but for him it’s about the size of a bastard sword, and a dagger. He’s very experienced in making traps and will often make traps to hunt his food.
Skills and Abilities: Scarvy is a skilled trapmaker and was taught to be a swordsman by his dragonborn father named ‘Darg’. He prefers to use his sword and dagger in a fight, rather than any trap. Scarvy's body language is perhaps the most telling thing when he communicates.
Biography: Scarvy is a young kobold around the age of seven. By his own words he is an orphan as his father was killed in the 'other place' wherever that was. He doesn't know where or even how he ended up here, but he wants to be like his father and be a strong warrior.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:17:02 GMT -5
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Post by Scarvy little Courage on Apr 12, 2021 20:57:48 GMT -5
Besides, she thought, If we're sneaking through the woods and stalking prey, maybe he won't talk too much. Glancing down at the weird red lizard creature, she frowned. It did look shorter than even the average kobold, although she wouldn't have noticed if Coatl hadn't referred to it as "kid". "You got a name, kobold?" she asked, shouldering her bow and leading the party into the underbrush. "Walk quietly, now. If we get noticed by a big predator, it'll probably eat you first." Scarvy lit up, glancing at her. He smiled and spoke, "Little Courage... Scarvy little Courage is what dad named me." His tail energetically swayed from side to side as he follower her. "Don't worry kid. Anything wants to eat you they'll have to get past us first." His tone wasn't cheery or even all that comforting, but he was honest. The onset of a muffled cry in the distance seemed to confirm his suspicions that they really ought to reconsider starting with traps. Scarvy eyed Coatl, pausing for a brief moment. The kobold said, "I'm more worried for you two, than myself. You're the bigger targets. I grew up hunting like this after my father died. Dad taught me many things." The kobold's tail slowed to a drooping halt and sagged as he kept low to the ground. He adverted his gaze from the others and instead focused on the source of the noise. Whatever it is, it could be what he needed to help with. The child tensed his body, keeping his body low to the ground, as if he was crawling on all fours. He unsheathed the dagger he kept strapped to his side and gripped it tightly. His amber eyes became like paper-thin slits as he focused in the direction of the sound, his breathing slow and quiet. Scarvy was ready to hunt.
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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 Apr 12, 2021 21:35:27 GMT -5
She turned to look at him, then spotted just to his right a tree, bearing some fruit. "Ooh, how lucky!" She exclaimed, walking up to it and plucking one of them, taking a bite. "Mmm, quite delicious." She says, mouth still half full. She kisses the tree she took the fruit from. "Thank you friend." She says, taking another bite. Then, she turns to Thuratiphel. "Well, wasn't that easier than anticipated?" "Yes." He said, trying not to let his smile be seen. He was notably not eating, rather watching her eat. Getting to the core of the fruit, Sylvanie digs out the seeds with her teeth, spitting them into her hand, then kneels down to start digging a small hole for them. She glances up at Thuratiphel. "Not hungry?" She asks. "I assumed after that sea voyage you'd be somewhat peckish." She looks back down as she awaits a response, putting the seeds into the hole.
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Roxanne Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 76
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:33:09 GMT -5
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 12, 2021 23:44:19 GMT -5
Roxanne fell wordlessly into place at the back of the line, perfectly content to let the other guy be the first to get killed by whatever horrific creatures lurked in these woods. What was up with these people, anyways? Had all that time cooped up on the ship made them so desperate for adventure and fresh air that they'd entirely lost their senses of self-preservation? Perhaps they'd simply been like this from the start before getting on the ship. What if all the smart people were gone and she was the only one left in a land full of idiots? However, she had little time to muse on the potential implications of a genetic bottleneck. The party slunk quietly through the woods, creeping up towards where they'd heard the screaming. Glancing down at Scarvy, she watched the wide-eyed child's rapid transformation into a stalking predator. The smooth transition was a bit unsettling, and she wondered if there was any truth to her grandmother's claims of kobolds eating children. Seeing Scarvy like this, she could almost believe it.
As the group snuck through the woods, they'd find themselves at the edge of a large clearing. The treeless patch of grass was empty, without any sign of the other team to be seen. The grass seemed a bit scuffed and torn up in places, but otherwise the clearing seemed untouched. Frowning, Roxanne peered around, confused.
"Is this where they were?" she whispered, glancing nervously over her shoulder for any potential monsters. "It sure sounded like it. They weren't all that far away from us, were they?"
A twitch of movement caught her eye and she froze, squinting across the clearing. The motion had come from a large mushroom growing out of the side of a tree, its skin pale in the sunlight. Looking closer at the oddly-shaped mushroom, she frowned, trying to figure out exactly what she was looking at. It looked awfully strange from this distance, and something seemed off. After a few tense moments, she let out an involuntary gasp, the color draining from her face as she realized what she was looking at. Raising a shaking finger, she pointed the mushroom out to her companions, still shocked at the sudden revelation about its true nature.
"That...that thing over there," she whispered, voice trembling with shock. "Look closer. It's not a mushroom. It's...just look at it!"
Looking over at the mushroom in question, Scarvy and Coatl would see exactly what she was talking about. She was right, it wasn't a mushroom at all. Growing out of the tree, melding flawlessly with the rough, crag-filled bark, was the unmistakable form of a human hand.
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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 Apr 13, 2021 7:03:38 GMT -5
"Yes." He said, trying not to let his smile be seen. He was notably not eating, rather watching her eat. Getting to the core of the fruit, Sylvanie digs out the seeds with her teeth, spitting them into her hand, then kneels down to start digging a small hole for them. She glances up at Thuratiphel. "Not hungry?" She asks. "I assumed after that sea voyage you'd be somewhat peckish." She looks back down as she awaits a response, putting the seeds into the hole. "I... am not hungry." he answered, betraying his true feelings. Having your divine ability to never need to eat suddenly stripped away from you made one quite hungry. However, he'd never been hungry before, and he couldn't quite identify what that feeling was.
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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 Apr 13, 2021 14:16:47 GMT -5
Getting to the core of the fruit, Sylvanie digs out the seeds with her teeth, spitting them into her hand, then kneels down to start digging a small hole for them. She glances up at Thuratiphel. "Not hungry?" She asks. "I assumed after that sea voyage you'd be somewhat peckish." She looks back down as she awaits a response, putting the seeds into the hole. "I... am not hungry." he answered, betraying his true feelings. Having your divine ability to never need to eat suddenly stripped away from you made one quite hungry. However, he'd never been hungry before, and he couldn't quite identify what that feeling was. Sylvanie tilts her head to the side. "Are you sure?" She asks, picking another fruit and handing it to him, taking a bite of her own. "At least take one for later." She says, faking pleading eyes. "Pleeeeeease?"
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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 Apr 13, 2021 15:04:39 GMT -5
"I... am not hungry." he answered, betraying his true feelings. Having your divine ability to never need to eat suddenly stripped away from you made one quite hungry. However, he'd never been hungry before, and he couldn't quite identify what that feeling was. Sylvanie tilts her head to the side. "Are you sure?" She asks, picking another fruit and handing it to him, taking a bite of her own. "At least take one for later." She says, faking pleading eyes. "Pleeeeeease?" He sighed, taking the apple. When Sylvanie wasn't looking, he removed his helmet, and took a bite of the fruit, trying to not make a crunch sound.
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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 Apr 13, 2021 17:18:49 GMT -5
Sylvanie tilts her head to the side. "Are you sure?" She asks, picking another fruit and handing it to him, taking a bite of her own. "At least take one for later." She says, faking pleading eyes. "Pleeeeeease?" He sighed, taking the apple. When Sylvanie wasn't looking, he removed his helmet, and took a bite of the fruit, trying to not make a crunch sound. Sylvanie goes back to the tree and picks a few for later, putting two or three in each of her bark-fronted pocketbags. "I'm glad we found these, no clue how long I could go on without." She chuckles. "Alright, so what's the next plan of action?" She says, looking back at Thuratiphel, rocking back and forth on her feet.
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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 Apr 13, 2021 17:29:23 GMT -5
He sighed, taking the apple. When Sylvanie wasn't looking, he removed his helmet, and took a bite of the fruit, trying to not make a crunch sound. Sylvanie goes back to the tree and picks a few for later, putting two or three in each of her bark-fronted pocketbags. "I'm glad we found these, no clue how long I could go on without." She chuckles. "Alright, so what's the next plan of action?" She says, looking back at Thuratiphel, rocking back and forth on her feet. "I.... really don't know." His face hardend a bit. He held his helmet by his side, showing his face again. "Without my ability to fly, I don't have any way to continue my journey." He sighed, "nor can I complete my penance. "
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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 Apr 13, 2021 19:54:56 GMT -5
Sylvanie goes back to the tree and picks a few for later, putting two or three in each of her bark-fronted pocketbags. "I'm glad we found these, no clue how long I could go on without." She chuckles. "Alright, so what's the next plan of action?" She says, looking back at Thuratiphel, rocking back and forth on her feet. "I.... really don't know." His face hardend a bit. He held his helmet by his side, showing his face again. "Without my ability to fly, I don't have any way to continue my journey." He sighed, "nor can I complete my penance. " Sylvanie averted her eyes down and back, unconsciously fluttering her own wings. She had almost forgotten that her flight was taken from her as well. No longer could she flit and fly around like her mother and her kin. She was grounded, unable to connect to the sky, to her people, or even that well to the forest. "Walking is...definitely harder than flying, but surely we can still get around!" She says, trying to sound cheerier than she was. "I'm still surprised we haven't run into anyone who can tell us what this place even is. I figured for sure we'd see them in that tent city..." She trails off, thinking.
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