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 13, 2021 20:04:12 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 13, 2021 20:04:12 GMT -5
"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. "Perhaps...." he thought a moment. "Perhaps I'll settle down. I don't have to complete my penance. Find a nice cabin in the woods, relax by the fire and live out my years among nature."
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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?
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 13, 2021 22:45:38 GMT -5
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. "Perhaps...." he thought a moment. "Perhaps I'll settle down. I don't have to complete my penance. Find a nice cabin in the woods, relax by the fire and live out my years among nature." Sylvanie smiles brightly "That sounds like a great plan!" Her smile soon takes on a somber feel, and fades back into a neutral face. She looks towards the forest longingly, her thoughts on the times before she washed up on the shore. "...Perhaps I'll search. See if anyone else from my home made ended up here." She says absentmindedly. "I...I can't be the only one, right? It's not like everyone else is still back home, not a care in the world..." Sylvanie soon lost her words, her mind consumed by thoughts of home, of her friends and her mother, and of what might have happened for her to be sent here.
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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 14, 2021 8:24:19 GMT -5
"Perhaps...." he thought a moment. "Perhaps I'll settle down. I don't have to complete my penance. Find a nice cabin in the woods, relax by the fire and live out my years among nature." Sylvanie smiles brightly "That sounds like a great plan!" Her smile soon takes on a somber feel, and fades back into a neutral face. She looks towards the forest longingly, her thoughts on the times before she washed up on the shore. "...Perhaps I'll search. See if anyone else from my home made ended up here." She says absentmindedly. "I...I can't be the only one, right? It's not like everyone else is still back home, not a care in the world..." Sylvanie soon lost her words, her mind consumed by thoughts of home, of her friends and her mother, and of what might have happened for her to be sent here. "I... I can't say. I've never been the most familiar with fae. At the very least, you can always find somewhere on the island to live. Maybe in the town? Or maybe off the water?" he suggested. There was a somewhat unspoken suggestion, with the notable exemption of the forest from the list.
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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 14, 2021 10:44:28 GMT -5
Sylvanie smiles brightly "That sounds like a great plan!" Her smile soon takes on a somber feel, and fades back into a neutral face. She looks towards the forest longingly, her thoughts on the times before she washed up on the shore. "...Perhaps I'll search. See if anyone else from my home made ended up here." She says absentmindedly. "I...I can't be the only one, right? It's not like everyone else is still back home, not a care in the world..." Sylvanie soon lost her words, her mind consumed by thoughts of home, of her friends and her mother, and of what might have happened for her to be sent here. "I... I can't say. I've never been the most familiar with fae. At the very least, you can always find somewhere on the island to live. Maybe in the town? Or maybe off the water?" he suggested. There was a somewhat unspoken suggestion, with the notable exemption of the forest from the list. A halfhearted smile crosses Sylvanie's face. "That's always a possibility." She says, turning back around to face Thuratiphel. "But I at least have to look for them. I'd feel wrong not doing so."
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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 14, 2021 11:01:13 GMT -5
"I... I can't say. I've never been the most familiar with fae. At the very least, you can always find somewhere on the island to live. Maybe in the town? Or maybe off the water?" he suggested. There was a somewhat unspoken suggestion, with the notable exemption of the forest from the list. A halfhearted smile crosses Sylvanie's face. "That's always a possibility." She says, turning back around to face Thuratiphel. "But I at least have to look for them. I'd feel wrong not doing so." "I understand." Thuratiphel said, nodding sadly, "Family is important." There was a unspoken question of whether he would be allowed to come along.
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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 14, 2021 11:43:55 GMT -5
A halfhearted smile crosses Sylvanie's face. "That's always a possibility." She says, turning back around to face Thuratiphel. "But I at least have to look for them. I'd feel wrong not doing so." "I understand." Thuratiphel said, nodding sadly, "Family is important." There was a unspoken question of whether he would be allowed to come along. "And so are friends." Sylvanie adds. "And...I wouldn't be able to do something like that alone. If it isn't too much to ask, would you possibly be able to help me in my search?"
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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 14, 2021 11:58:38 GMT -5
"I understand." Thuratiphel said, nodding sadly, "Family is important." There was a unspoken question of whether he would be allowed to come along. "And so are friends." Sylvanie adds. "And...I wouldn't be able to do something like that alone. If it isn't too much to ask, would you possibly be able to help me in my search?" Thuratiphel smiled, his near pure black eyes looking at her, even if they were out of focus. "Of course... friend." He reattached his helmet and clicked it into place.
"In that case, I suppose we should stock up on supplies?"
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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 14, 2021 12:09:46 GMT -5
"And so are friends." Sylvanie adds. "And...I wouldn't be able to do something like that alone. If it isn't too much to ask, would you possibly be able to help me in my search?" Thuratiphel smiled, his near pure black eyes looking at her, even if they were out of focus. "Of course... friend." He reattached his helmet and clicked it into place.
"In that case, I suppose we should stock up on supplies?"
Sylvanie's somber smile is replaced by her usual jovial one as she picks more apples and stores them in her pouches. "Yes! I can carry some of these, and we might need water. Perhaps we see what that town has? At the very least they have a river, and if they don't have a way to store water for sale I can fashion some out of leaves fastened together with birch branches." She says, readjusting the vine cinch that her two pouches hung from. "As well as maybe finding a lead there?"
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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 14, 2021 13:41:13 GMT -5
Thuratiphel smiled, his near pure black eyes looking at her, even if they were out of focus. "Of course... friend." He reattached his helmet and clicked it into place.
"In that case, I suppose we should stock up on supplies?"
Sylvanie's somber smile is replaced by her usual jovial one as she picks more apples and stores them in her pouches. "Yes! I can carry some of these, and we might need water. Perhaps we see what that town has? At the very least they have a river, and if they don't have a way to store water for sale I can fashion some out of leaves fastened together with birch branches." She says, readjusting the vine cinch that her two pouches hung from. "As well as maybe finding a lead there?" "That wouldn't be a bad start. Fae are rather distinct creatures, if one had been seen, word would get around."
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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?
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 14, 2021 14:30:32 GMT -5
Sylvanie's somber smile is replaced by her usual jovial one as she picks more apples and stores them in her pouches. "Yes! I can carry some of these, and we might need water. Perhaps we see what that town has? At the very least they have a river, and if they don't have a way to store water for sale I can fashion some out of leaves fastened together with birch branches." She says, readjusting the vine cinch that her two pouches hung from. "As well as maybe finding a lead there?" "That wouldn't be a bad start. Fae are rather distinct creatures, if one had been seen, word would get around." "You would think." Sylvanie responds. "Especially if they are experiencing the same weakening of power that I am. They won't be able to hide themselves." She begins walking back towards the tent city. "Let's just hope there will be someone there to talk to us this time."
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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 14, 2021 15:16:29 GMT -5
"That wouldn't be a bad start. Fae are rather distinct creatures, if one had been seen, word would get around." "You would think." Sylvanie responds. "Especially if they are experiencing the same weakening of power that I am. They won't be able to hide themselves." She begins walking back towards the tent city. "Let's just hope there will be someone there to talk to us this time." "I don't doubt there will." he states, following her.
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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?
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 15, 2021 14:57:57 GMT -5
After their journey back into town, Sylvanie heads back out to the forest in search of an animal that would help Grandma perform her ritual. She wasn't entirely sure how this animal was going to help, but Grandma said she needed something bigger than a chicken, so Sylvanie came out to search. She puts her hand above her eyes to shield from light as she leers into the forest, looking for a furry friend.
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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 15, 2021 15:09:31 GMT -5
After their journey back into town, Sylvanie heads back out to the forest in search of an animal that would help Grandma perform her ritual. She wasn't entirely sure how this animal was going to help, but Grandma said she needed something bigger than a chicken, so Sylvanie came out to search. She puts her hand above her eyes to shield from light as she leers into the forest, looking for a furry friend. "You are.. more in tune, with nature than I am. I shall let you track it down." Thuratiphel stated, his heavy foot falls sounding behind Sylvanie.
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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 17, 2021 17:57:20 GMT -5
After their journey back into town, Sylvanie heads back out to the forest in search of an animal that would help Grandma perform her ritual. She wasn't entirely sure how this animal was going to help, but Grandma said she needed something bigger than a chicken, so Sylvanie came out to search. She puts her hand above her eyes to shield from light as she leers into the forest, looking for a furry friend. "You are.. more in tune, with nature than I am. I shall let you track it down." Thuratiphel stated, his heavy foot falls sounding behind Sylvanie. Sylvanie nods vigorously, and treks into the forest. "Alright! So, we need something bigger than a chicken..." She begins, thinking out loud. "So most birdies are out of the question. Forest birdies don't usually get that big. Except maybe owls but they're sleeping I don't want to bug them. Maybe a fox of a deer friend, if we can find one. But then we don't know what lives in this forest so it'll be hard to tell..." She trails off. She takes a second, then walks up to a tree and starts talking to it. "Hello, forest! Could you point me towards a furry friend please? My new friend miss Grandma needs help helping me find my people, and I was hoping to ask one of them!" The tree, perhaps unsurprisingly, stays silent. Sylvanie nods, then turns to Thuritaphel. "So...this forest seems to have a funny way of talking, so I guess we just...walk until we find what it wants to show us." She says, before turning heel and walking carefree through the woods. "So...let's go! Hopefully it won't take too long."
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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 17, 2021 18:13:35 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 17, 2021 18:13:35 GMT -5
"You are.. more in tune, with nature than I am. I shall let you track it down." Thuratiphel stated, his heavy foot falls sounding behind Sylvanie. Sylvanie nods vigorously, and treks into the forest. "Alright! So, we need something bigger than a chicken..." She begins, thinking out loud. "So most birdies are out of the question. Forest birdies don't usually get that big. Except maybe owls but they're sleeping I don't want to bug them. Maybe a fox of a deer friend, if we can find one. But then we don't know what lives in this forest so it'll be hard to tell..." She trails off. She takes a second, then walks up to a tree and starts talking to it. "Hello, forest! Could you point me towards a furry friend please? My new friend miss Grandma needs help helping me find my people, and I was hoping to ask one of them!" The tree, perhaps unsurprisingly, stays silent. Sylvanie nods, then turns to Thuritaphel. "So...this forest seems to have a funny way of talking, so I guess we just...walk until we find what it wants to show us." She says, before turning heel and walking carefree through the woods. "So...let's go! Hopefully it won't take too long." Thuratiphel raised his eyebrows, surprised at her connection, following behind her. "So... what do you intend to do once you find your friends and family?" He asked.
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