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 19:01:46 GMT -5
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 Thuratiphel. "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. Sylvanie stops and thinks for a moment. "That is a good question Mr. Thuratiphel. I'm not entirely sure, though. Maybe we'll rebuild somewhere around here, if what Miss Grandma said is true. With how humans are when they learn about our magic though...it'd probably be somewhere secluded." Sylvanie sighs as she starts walking again, keeping her eyes peeled for a furry friend to help them out. "Back home they'd either be scared of it and attack, or they'd try to exploit our magics. It was...not fun, so we lived in seclusion somewhere they could not find. However, who knows?! Maybe the people who end up here will be nicer to people like us!" She says, bouncing a little as she walks. Suddenly, Sylvanie jerks her head to the side, having seen something out of the corner of her eye. "Ooh! I think that was something!" She said, slowly walking in that direction. "But it's gone now. Let's go see where it was heading!"
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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 19:10:42 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 17, 2021 19:10:42 GMT -5
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. Sylvanie stops and thinks for a moment. "That is a good question Mr. Thuratiphel. I'm not entirely sure, though. Maybe we'll rebuild somewhere around here, if what Miss Grandma said is true. With how humans are when they learn about our magic though...it'd probably be somewhere secluded." Sylvanie sighs as she starts walking again, keeping her eyes peeled for a furry friend to help them out. "Back home they'd either be scared of it and attack, or they'd try to exploit our magics. It was...not fun, so we lived in seclusion somewhere they could not find. However, who knows?! Maybe the people who end up here will be nicer to people like us!" She says, bouncing a little as she walks. Suddenly, Sylvanie jerks her head to the side, having seen something out of the corner of her eye. "Ooh! I think that was something!" She said, slowly walking in that direction. "But it's gone now. Let's go see where it was heading!" "Please, you don't need to call me mister." He mentioned before they began to close in on the target. "I'll stay behind a bit" he whispered, "I'm a bit louder and well... more obvious than you" he referenced his flames.
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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 20:13:49 GMT -5
Sylvanie stops and thinks for a moment. "That is a good question Mr. Thuratiphel. I'm not entirely sure, though. Maybe we'll rebuild somewhere around here, if what Miss Grandma said is true. With how humans are when they learn about our magic though...it'd probably be somewhere secluded." Sylvanie sighs as she starts walking again, keeping her eyes peeled for a furry friend to help them out. "Back home they'd either be scared of it and attack, or they'd try to exploit our magics. It was...not fun, so we lived in seclusion somewhere they could not find. However, who knows?! Maybe the people who end up here will be nicer to people like us!" She says, bouncing a little as she walks. Suddenly, Sylvanie jerks her head to the side, having seen something out of the corner of her eye. "Ooh! I think that was something!" She said, slowly walking in that direction. "But it's gone now. Let's go see where it was heading!" "Please, you don't need to call me mister." He mentioned before they began to close in on the target. "I'll stay behind a bit" he whispered, "I'm a bit louder and well... more obvious than you" he referenced his flames. Sylvanie nodded. "Okay M- I mean, Thuratiphel." Then, she crept in the direction she saw the creature go, pushing passed a few bushes. She strained her eyes ahead to try to find out what she saw moving. When she got through the underbrush, she would see a red fox, huddled over another. Seeing this, Sylvanie rushed over, seeing that the second fox was hurt. The first fox got between them, growling at Sylvanie, who put her hands up. "I'm here to help." She said, hoping her abilities weren't fully gone. "I can try to help heal her." The fox was hesitant, but seemed to understand. Slowly, he moved to the side, to let her in. He replied to Sylvanie, but she could only make out bits and pieces. " Don't...her...I...you..." While Sylvanie couldn't make out the meaning, she could tell he was still in distress, and that he was wary of her. She nods. "I won't Mr. Fox. I'll keep her safe." She kneels down beside the fox, putting a hand on it before she begins to speak in faetongue. " Nature's bounty, Forest's wealth, help this creature find good health." After she speaks her words, her hand glows slightly, and the glow transfers into the fox. The pained look on the fox's face turns to a more serene one, as the magic starts to take hold. Sylvanie turns to the other fox. "She will be fine, she will just need more time to recover." She says, obviously caught off guard by how long her magic was taking to take full effect, most likely due to the mist. "She should be safe here, too." She looks in the direction she came from, then back to the fox. "Is it okay if I bring a friend over here? We have a favor to ask of you, if you don't mind." The fox looks in the direction Sylvanie just was, then back to Sylvanie, nodding. Sylvanie smiles. "Thank you Mr. Fox." She stands up. "Thuratiphel you can come over here now!" She calls.
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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 20:27:02 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 17, 2021 20:27:02 GMT -5
"Please, you don't need to call me mister." He mentioned before they began to close in on the target. "I'll stay behind a bit" he whispered, "I'm a bit louder and well... more obvious than you" he referenced his flames. Sylvanie nodded. "Okay M- I mean, Thuratiphel." Then, she crept in the direction she saw the creature go, pushing passed a few bushes. She strained her eyes ahead to try to find out what she saw moving. When she got through the underbrush, she would see a red fox, huddled over another. Seeing this, Sylvanie rushed over, seeing that the second fox was hurt. The first fox got between them, growling at Sylvanie, who put her hands up. "I'm here to help." She said, hoping her abilities weren't fully gone. "I can try to help heal her." The fox was hesitant, but seemed to understand. Slowly, he moved to the side, to let her in. He replied to Sylvanie, but she could only make out bits and pieces. " Don't...her...I...you..." While Sylvanie couldn't make out the meaning, she could tell he was still in distress, and that he was wary of her. She nods. "I won't Mr. Fox. I'll keep her safe." She kneels down beside the fox, putting a hand on it before she begins to speak in faetongue. " Nature's bounty, Forest's wealth, help this creature find good health." After she speaks her words, her hand glows slightly, and the glow transfers into the fox. The pained look on the fox's face turns to a more serene one, as the magic starts to take hold. Sylvanie turns to the other fox. "She will be fine, she will just need more time to recover." She says, obviously caught off guard by how long her magic was taking to take full effect, most likely due to the mist. "She should be safe here, too." She looks in the direction she came from, then back to the fox. "Is it okay if I bring a friend over here? We have a favor to ask of you, if you don't mind." The fox looks in the direction Sylvanie just was, then back to Sylvanie, nodding. Sylvanie smiles. "Thank you Mr. Fox." She stands up. "Thuratiphel you can come over here now!" She calls. Thuratiphel slowly emerged, his size intimidating. He tried to keep his flames down, but they were still smoldering. He was clearly uncomfortable.
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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 18, 2021 16:08:05 GMT -5
Sylvanie nodded. "Okay M- I mean, Thuratiphel." Then, she crept in the direction she saw the creature go, pushing passed a few bushes. She strained her eyes ahead to try to find out what she saw moving. When she got through the underbrush, she would see a red fox, huddled over another. Seeing this, Sylvanie rushed over, seeing that the second fox was hurt. The first fox got between them, growling at Sylvanie, who put her hands up. "I'm here to help." She said, hoping her abilities weren't fully gone. "I can try to help heal her." The fox was hesitant, but seemed to understand. Slowly, he moved to the side, to let her in. He replied to Sylvanie, but she could only make out bits and pieces. " Don't...her...I...you..." While Sylvanie couldn't make out the meaning, she could tell he was still in distress, and that he was wary of her. She nods. "I won't Mr. Fox. I'll keep her safe." She kneels down beside the fox, putting a hand on it before she begins to speak in faetongue. " Nature's bounty, Forest's wealth, help this creature find good health." After she speaks her words, her hand glows slightly, and the glow transfers into the fox. The pained look on the fox's face turns to a more serene one, as the magic starts to take hold. Sylvanie turns to the other fox. "She will be fine, she will just need more time to recover." She says, obviously caught off guard by how long her magic was taking to take full effect, most likely due to the mist. "She should be safe here, too." She looks in the direction she came from, then back to the fox. "Is it okay if I bring a friend over here? We have a favor to ask of you, if you don't mind." The fox looks in the direction Sylvanie just was, then back to Sylvanie, nodding. Sylvanie smiles. "Thank you Mr. Fox." She stands up. "Thuratiphel you can come over here now!" She calls. Thuratiphel slowly emerged, his size intimidating. He tried to keep his flames down, but they were still smoldering. He was clearly uncomfortable. Sylvanie turns back to the foxes. "I need your help trying to find my family. I found someone who can help, but she says she needs your help to do that! Would you be able to do that?" The healthy fox looked concerned by this idea. "Don't worry." Sylvanie assures. "I'm positive she won't hurt you." Sylvanie turns to Thuratiphel. "Could you help put Mrs. Fox into their den, so she will be safe while she heals? It's just over by that tree." She instructs, pointing over by a nearby large tree. "Then we can take Mr. Fox to help Miss Grandma find the other faefolk!"
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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 18, 2021 16:24:29 GMT -5
Thuratiphel slowly emerged, his size intimidating. He tried to keep his flames down, but they were still smoldering. He was clearly uncomfortable. Sylvanie turns back to the foxes. "I need your help trying to find my family. I found someone who can help, but she says she needs your help to do that! Would you be able to do that?" The healthy fox looked concerned by this idea. "Don't worry." Sylvanie assures. "I'm positive she won't hurt you." Sylvanie turns to Thuratiphel. "Could you help put Mrs. Fox into their den, so she will be safe while she heals? It's just over by that tree." She instructs, pointing over by a nearby large tree. "Then we can take Mr. Fox to help Miss Grandma find the other faefolk!" Thuratiphel nodded, before carefully approaching the female fox. he stepped carefully, hands up and out to show that he meant no harm. He knelt down, opening his arms out to carefully scoop the fox up.
He slowly stood up, and carried the animal to the den. He was clearly nervous, not quite sure how to feel about the whole ordeal. He set her carefully down in front of the den, then quickly stepped back.
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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 18, 2021 22:23:35 GMT -5
Sylvanie turns back to the foxes. "I need your help trying to find my family. I found someone who can help, but she says she needs your help to do that! Would you be able to do that?" The healthy fox looked concerned by this idea. "Don't worry." Sylvanie assures. "I'm positive she won't hurt you." Sylvanie turns to Thuratiphel. "Could you help put Mrs. Fox into their den, so she will be safe while she heals? It's just over by that tree." She instructs, pointing over by a nearby large tree. "Then we can take Mr. Fox to help Miss Grandma find the other faefolk!" Thuratiphel nodded, before carefully approaching the female fox. he stepped carefully, hands up and out to show that he meant no harm. He knelt down, opening his arms out to carefully scoop the fox up.
He slowly stood up, and carried the animal to the den. He was clearly nervous, not quite sure how to feel about the whole ordeal. He set her carefully down in front of the den, then quickly stepped back.
Sylvanie walks up to him, the male fox behind her. "Okay, Mr. Fox and I are ready to head back into town!" She says, arms swinging back and forth. "You ready to go M- I mean Thuratiphel?"
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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 24, 2021 19:54:46 GMT -5
Thuratiphel nodded, before carefully approaching the female fox. he stepped carefully, hands up and out to show that he meant no harm. He knelt down, opening his arms out to carefully scoop the fox up.
He slowly stood up, and carried the animal to the den. He was clearly nervous, not quite sure how to feel about the whole ordeal. He set her carefully down in front of the den, then quickly stepped back.
Sylvanie walks up to him, the male fox behind her. "Okay, Mr. Fox and I are ready to head back into town!" She says, arms swinging back and forth. "You ready to go M- I mean Thuratiphel?" Thuratiphel nodded wordlessly. To concerned about the fact he actually touched a live organic animal to think clearly.
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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 24, 2021 21:32:32 GMT -5
Sylvanie walks up to him, the male fox behind her. "Okay, Mr. Fox and I are ready to head back into town!" She says, arms swinging back and forth. "You ready to go M- I mean Thuratiphel?" Thuratiphel nodded wordlessly. To concerned about the fact he actually touched a live organic animal to think clearly. Sylvanie beamed. "Great! Off we go then!" She says, walking joyfully back towards Port Argentium, Mr. Fox in tow.
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Andromeda
Established
Spectre of the Celestial Sacrifice Star
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 15-20
Appearance: 5'8"
Her face is covered by a metal mask, Hair is long in the back braided and bound tight with a ribbon.
Equipment: Armor made from metal that is dark as night and shines like the moon. The armor comes with a set of chain weapons.
Skills and Abilities: Trained with the Sheng Biao Rope Dart and the Chain Whip.
Black Fang Nebula
Biography: The Spectre known only as Andromeda has little memory of her life besides the moments leading to her death and has endured torment in hell for a few years before her resurrection under an evil star.
Allegiances: The Ethereal King, The Phoenix
Registered: Sept 11, 2021 17:10:00 GMT -5
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Post by Andromeda on Sept 26, 2021 22:14:09 GMT -5
For years before the Rebirth of the Spectre on this world, she has been trapped as a tortured soul in hell. Her life was cut short when she was bound in chains and set on fire. Though she died, her spirit could not rest in peace. To this day her suffering has continued in the afterlife. The 6th Prison, Heresy Fire everywhere, I've known nothing but fire for... I don't know how many years it's been now since I died... Why must I continue to suffer? What did I do to deserve this? After all this time, the details of my life are fuzzy... She turned to look at the chains that still shackle her burnt body. The chains tied her do a rock on the edge of a lake of lava that would rise like a tide to engulf her lower body. From the waist down she was just a charred skeleton. Around her, on the the land, other prisoners lay trapped in burning coffins, forever choking on smoke and never allowed to rest. This was too tragic for her, why did this happen to her? Where are those monsters that put her here? Why was SHE the one suffering instead of those who are actually evil? If she could, she would make them feel what she felt, to not want to exist any more. While she lamented, a bright pink light emerged shining bright through the fire between them. She then heard a resonating voice. "Be not afraid, Child. I have heard your soul crying out to me, and I have come to collect you. Abandon this husk and come with me."
She couldn't even talk back to the voice, she couldn't move. How was she supposed to come with him? After observing her unresponsiveness, tendrils of light reached from the light and grabbed the body. She screamed for the first time in months as she felt a sensation she'd never felt before, the inside of her body was stinging and she felt countless waves of energy ripping through her. The light being removed the girl's soul and the corpse disintegrated into nothing. She was taken to yet another dimension, an alien world of vast emptiness, with flying creatures absorbing their energy from the stars and oort clouds. Many smaller lights flocked around the giant pink one, they sang and whispered to each other. Soon after a great phoenix arrived and it spoke with the light. "Phoenix, welcome back. I wanted your help with a little project of mine." "This young soul is part of your plan?" The phoenix coasted through the sky and examined the soul on a spiritual level, "I see potential in it. Very well, Purge. I will help you with this."The small purple soul wonders, Can I please be put to rest?"No. You are to be given a new purpose. We will give you a new body and return you to your home world, so that you can destroy it." Around the soul, specks of black dust began to gather into a cloud. The specks were combining together to make flesh and bone. Destroy? No, please, I just want to go away... Ahh- AHHHH!! The girl's soul burned brightly as she was electrocuted by the being referred to as Purge. "Do not be ungrateful! I could have left you stay in that abyss for eternity. You have no rights of your own anymore." Once finished torturing her, the creation process continued and the Phoenix began to contribute his own energy to the process. A nearby floating mountain began to crumble away until rare metals were exposed, the metal was taken apart and reconstructed into a set of armor.
The phoenix now spoke to the tortured soul, whose new body was taking shape now. "This Armored Surplice will sustain your new life, you must feed it with the blood of the strong." "Stop, I don't want this!" She could speak again and cried out in protest, only to be hit with another electrocution. "I..." "You want revenge, don't you?"
"Revenge? Yes... I want revenge, but I can't be a traitor to my own world!" Instead of a shock now, she felt hair growing out of her head again and it was being pulled painfully into a tight braid. "You are no longer the person you used to be, You can't even remember who you were, so it does not matter. You will now only be known as Andromeda Bloodwraith, Spectre of the Heavenly Heavenly Sacrifice Star. You are loyal only to the Ethereal King and the Phoenix. The body is complete, now go... Kill the Overworld's strongest warriors!"
Once the Surplice and Mask were placed onto the new body, it was surrounded in light and then sent hurling through a wormhole. She screamed in terror as she was sent through the vortex. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" * * * The other side of the wormhole opens up in the forest and throws the spectre's armored body high into the air, screaming as she fell back to the earth with a great impact that made a small crater in the ground. The wormhole then closed completely as the girl lay unconscious in that crater. Finally, some time to rest.
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Andromeda
Established
Spectre of the Celestial Sacrifice Star
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 15-20
Appearance: 5'8"
Her face is covered by a metal mask, Hair is long in the back braided and bound tight with a ribbon.
Equipment: Armor made from metal that is dark as night and shines like the moon. The armor comes with a set of chain weapons.
Skills and Abilities: Trained with the Sheng Biao Rope Dart and the Chain Whip.
Black Fang Nebula
Biography: The Spectre known only as Andromeda has little memory of her life besides the moments leading to her death and has endured torment in hell for a few years before her resurrection under an evil star.
Allegiances: The Ethereal King, The Phoenix
Registered: Sept 11, 2021 17:10:00 GMT -5
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Post by Andromeda on Oct 13, 2021 21:50:07 GMT -5
This is so relieving, to be able to sleep. I don't even know how long I've been asleep... It's been too pleasant to just lay here in the cold. I don't think I can even get up. Too weak...<You must get back up.>Who's voice is that?
<You will die if you refuse to fight.>
I DON'T CARE! I don't care if I die, and I don't want to hurt anyone either! I told them already that I didn't want to come back.<You will die for nothing. A sacrifice must be made for me to keep you alive.>
Why should I fight...
<Wake up.> <Wake up.> <wake up.>
Andromeda reluctantly opens her eyes and she becomes aware someone is next her. She tilts her head to look over and gasps as she sees a chain wrap around the man's neck while another chain with a pointed end moves snake-like and strikes the helpless victim in the heart. The armor was drinking the blood and the girl started to feel stronger, enough to get up onto her feet and look at what is happening. She sees that the silver chains are wrapped around each of her arms, they moved like they were alive. Under her mask she started to cry. "Why? This was just a normal person! Not a soldier or anything, a random person checking if someone is ok!" She grabs a hold of the chains and they return to her, dripping with blood. "The armor, it automatically attacked this man because he was close enough. It wants me to survive, even against my will." This was so cruel that those two beings designed such a thing, even including chain weapons to remind her of her death and torture in the 6th prison of hell. "I have to leave. Someone who knows him is going to come looking, the armor might attack them too and it would be a massacre like they wanted." The Spectre climbs out of the crater and looks back at the dead body to say sorry before leaving. She could hear other people were out there. <Exits to Argentium River>
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Blackbean
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: ??? (at least 40 but no one cares about birthdays in hell)
Appearance: Take a crow. Then click and drag the corner of the image in your head until it's the size of a Volkswagen.
Skills and Abilities: Flight, above average intelligence, the ability to spot shiny objects from miles away
Biography: Blackbean is a demon crow, a species of scavengers that live in a hellish dimension. They are not strictly evil; this one even has a slight bent towards good... slight.
Blackbean was separated from his master when the floodwaters came. If she were to die, he would be pulled back into hell. At least, that's how it used to work before the mist came. Now he is unsure if his master is alive, or even what to do with himself.
Registered: Aug 12, 2021 0:02:58 GMT -5
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Post by Blackbean on Dec 9, 2021 2:59:00 GMT -5
A vast silhouette drifted across the forest floor, until its caster found a wide enough opening to accommodate the creature's breadth. As the oversized crow fluttered down, its barn door-sized wings displaced torrents of dried leaves in all directions. After that, there was a bit of silence as the other animals in the forest acknowledged the newcomer.
*CLICK CLICK CLICK!* The crow's throat beats echoed for hundreds of meters. For the moment, this was its territory. The crow's massive head bobbed and swiveled around with the dexterity of its normal-sized brethren. It took a bit for it to decide it was safe. After all, this new world, whatever it was, was dangerous. How could it tell? Animals have their ways. During its pass, it could practically smell the stress in the forest. This wasn't a place for normal bunnies and squirrels to frolic with human children.
Am I a hell beast? Or am I a beast of burden? An avian apex or a detrivorous drudge, destitute among the denizens of the damned? And what am I here? Surrounded by beasts more foul than I?
Without his master, Blackbean's ego was deteriorating rapidly. Paired with her, he was part of a heroic duo, a legend in his own right. Not to mention that she was the one who had granted her entry into the mortal realm, an idyllic paradise compared to that other place. But with her missing and possibly drowned, what was he? He didn't know.
All he knew was that he was lonely.
*Click click click.* Though the forest was dangerous, nothing would challenge a horse-carriage sized anything recklessly. His clicks became half-hearted. Even the subtle chattering of the other creatures in the forest started to return, as if to say yah yah whatever big guy. Welcome to the end of the world.
*Click... click.*
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Rain
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Appearance: Rain has medium tan skin, earthy brown eyes and darkest brown hair that has been kept in long braids. A collection of teeth and fangs from her successful hunts have been sewn into the length of some of her braids. She wears warpaint that denote her tribe and family lineage in terms of pattern and color.
She mostly wears clothes made of leather, fur and dyed woven plant fibre that has been carefully sewn together. She typically wears a headress using the head fur/skull/antlers of the animals commonly found within the season.
Equipment: Her weapons consists of two daggers that that can be joined and placed in the same sheath. They have symbols etched into the handle and base of the blade.
A small flask of blood that has been treated with herbs and oil to prevent coagulation.
Pouch of herbs.
Skills and Abilities: Hunting and tracking: She usually hunts creatures of a bestial nature, but it not necessarily limited to animals.
Dancing: Due to the nature of her Magic, learning the proper base skills to dance was a must. She specializes in an acrobatic form of weapon dancing.She can use swords and spear/staves in her routines though her preferred is her two dagger technique.
Simple weaponry skills: handy for all things self defense related, hunting related and dance related (See Dancing with Dagger).
Survivalist: They aren't fancy, but they are knowledgeable about what is needed to survive such as fire-making, shelter building, how to clothe and feed herself.
Dancing with Daggers(Ritual blood magic):
This ritual magic required both a component of blood to be poured onto her daggers and specific movements to be completed for an effect to be generated. Missing a step or getting interrupted will prevent the magic from taking effect. Once the effect is done the blood will "burn" away and require more blood before more effects can be completed.
Effects:
-Hunter's Breath: Rain points her daggers tips towards each other so that her arms form a loose circle where she will perform several increasingly fast spins either moving or in place. After, these spins are completed, she will break the circle while the other is kept at the level of her midsection while she slows her spins till she comes to a full stop. Successfully completing this set will give her an increase in her vigor/energy and allow her to feel significantly less exhaustion in the moment. Adequate rest will be needed after the effect wears off depending how strenuous her activities were while the effect was in place.
-Rage of the hound: The movements are short abrupt and fast, while she stomps her foot on the ground with a snarling expression. The movements are more flexible in style but she needs to keep stomping the beat long enough to go in blood rage. Blood rage will make her hyper focus on a single target, and make her strikes faster and stronger. She is less likely to notice pain in this state but will become acutely aware after it wears off or upon target death.
Blood's Eye: Rain must be able to complete her routine in the four directions. This is a slower more meditative dance that will put her in a trance like state in order to view the memories of the blood her blades are coated with. Depending on freshness and quantity the memories may be clearer and abundant, or fuzzy and sparse.
Wrath of the Ancestors: Has to manage to finish a dance in a circle and end where she started. Once the circle is complete all blood on her person, including her own becomes highly acidic to others and may leave burns and disfigurement to any that comes into contact till the effect ends.
Sickness Curse: A dance that required her to balance her daggers upright (By the handle) in her palms while she dances in place. The blood component must also be from the intended target, and for the target to get cut once dance is completed for chance of effect. If the effect takes, then the target will get an infection that can include high fever, Vomiting, delirium, sluggishness, Pains and if left untreated; possible death. If The Target has a decent immune system they may not feel any effect, or will get symptoms but eventually get better with proper tending on the wound itself. Disinfection the wound early enough can also prevent malady.
Dance of Stagnation: A fairly fluid dance that requires her to move loosely, meaning her daggers cut less deeply when they strike while she is performing this dance. If she manages to cut the target during this routine, the target will get a sudden onset of Anemia symptoms, which include Fatigue, weakness, dizziness ect.
These effects are difficult to mix together without unfortunate side effect, that being "Blood Curse". Blood Curse causes a burning sensation in the individual's veins all throughout their bodies It is an incapacitating kind of pain that Almost all Blood Dancers usually pass out from long before the effect wears off.
Biography: From When she was a little girl, Rain has only really known her village and the friendly faces of most of her fellow tribe. They had a mostly secure place in the heard of the forest, not far from rivers and lakes. They Were always big on hunting sport for both food and fun, though even if they came back empty handed, they'd still have the food from the field to not go hungry. She remembers the day she was old enough to get her face painted and how proud her mother was when she and the other kids all began learning the steps to their dances, while her father was in charge of teaching them to hunt. She remembers how one of the Elders, a braggart, showed his scars and made up wild stories about how he got them, while his long time friend and brother rolled his eyes, knowing the real reason was because he'd bailed his ass out of trouble more time than he even remembers by now.
She remembered when she she had performed her successful spell after so many failed attempts, falls and missteps.To boot, for all her trouble she was able to bring back to the village her first catch, a young deer they proceeded to cook up and celebrate the milestone. The day after, her mother tearfully told her that there was nothing more she could teach her, and that as for the rest, she should heed to the Ancestors and find it with her heart.
She remembered some bitterly cold winters after, a few faces passing away in peace, And her spending much of her time communing with her ancestors. She was a full woman, her village relied on her now, and as one of their best she did all she could to provide and teach. She had been in the middle of a hunt when the flood waters came...
Allegiances: None
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 18:35:18 GMT -5
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Post by Rain on Dec 9, 2021 7:11:23 GMT -5
The sound the breeze passing through myriads of leaves, a gentle brush against the skin, the mix of shade and sunlight beaming through dense untamed trees... Rain walked through it all in a meditative state. Like this, she could almost believe she was back in the forests of her homeland and not washed away in a land full of strangers unlike herself. They all hustled, bustled, argued, and nary a shred of kindness had been found so far. Sure, they had devices she'd never seen, weapons that were sharp, tools that make work easier, but she herself had a hard time reconciling with the culture of these "civilized" people and her own need to survive through them. She thought back to the Bilges and then the banquet; how callous their lack of aid had been in the former and how ungrateful the guests were in the latter.
It was "Grandma" who had given her the proper excuse to set off from the beaten path new Isra was trying to lay, for a task of course. A creature she wanted, a creature she would get. Only issue now? She'd so far found nothing but rodents at best, and that was not quiet a hunt worthy of her status.
The sound of beastial clicking snapped the painted woman out of her thoughts and froze her in her tracks. Her eyes sharpened with focus as she tried to discern how far- and how big- this creature truly was. With no sign of it in her immediate vicinity this creature had been heard from a distance away. A rare smile pulled at the corner of her lips as the game was now on.
The silence that came in between clicking made it that much easier to hear the scurry of little animals moving away from it. Rain treaded in the opposite direction. She slowly and quietly drew her knives, the ever bloodstained blades glinting red whenever the sunlight blessed it. Whenever she though the trail had gone cold, the clicking resumed, and she was heartened to hear it louder each time. Her steps slowed, and she lowered down to the height of the brush. She weaved between roots, stepped over twigs and rocks with care, until she saw it.
It was beautiful. A deep dark plumage that had a blueish hue in the sun and its massive size, it was like a raven from the legends. To think such a large creature could be found here brought her a bit of joy. After leaning closer to have a better look at the talons, the shift in weight was enough to cause a sharp snap of a particularly hard and dry twig. Rain froze in place, eyes fixed on the massive bird and hoping it would not fly away just yet.
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Blackbean
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: ??? (at least 40 but no one cares about birthdays in hell)
Appearance: Take a crow. Then click and drag the corner of the image in your head until it's the size of a Volkswagen.
Skills and Abilities: Flight, above average intelligence, the ability to spot shiny objects from miles away
Biography: Blackbean is a demon crow, a species of scavengers that live in a hellish dimension. They are not strictly evil; this one even has a slight bent towards good... slight.
Blackbean was separated from his master when the floodwaters came. If she were to die, he would be pulled back into hell. At least, that's how it used to work before the mist came. Now he is unsure if his master is alive, or even what to do with himself.
Registered: Aug 12, 2021 0:02:58 GMT -5
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Post by Blackbean on Dec 9, 2021 16:05:34 GMT -5
As time went on and the forest returned to equilibrium, it did not sigh. Crows do not sigh. Instead it trilled with its clicks, a sort of woodpecker rasp, alerting everything in the forest which no doubt didn't care that it was thinking of changing positions.
The primate warbles have ceased, and my primal voice returns to fill the void the sweet tide has left me. Oh that the moon would leave me to my misanthrope. But alas, I must live.
Then the twig snapped. The crow's head swiveled like an eye blink. What was that? It was no friend, or it would have announced its presence boldly, as she would have. But was it an enemy?
SHOW YOURSELF, COWARDLY KNAVE!
At least, that's what it was thinking. What it actually said of course was RAWK! Its clawed, stately feet lifted its body up, the black scales and nails shimmering in what little light patches the forest canopy cast. Black beady pupils tried to pierce the flora in Rain's direction.
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Rain
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Appearance: Rain has medium tan skin, earthy brown eyes and darkest brown hair that has been kept in long braids. A collection of teeth and fangs from her successful hunts have been sewn into the length of some of her braids. She wears warpaint that denote her tribe and family lineage in terms of pattern and color.
She mostly wears clothes made of leather, fur and dyed woven plant fibre that has been carefully sewn together. She typically wears a headress using the head fur/skull/antlers of the animals commonly found within the season.
Equipment: Her weapons consists of two daggers that that can be joined and placed in the same sheath. They have symbols etched into the handle and base of the blade.
A small flask of blood that has been treated with herbs and oil to prevent coagulation.
Pouch of herbs.
Skills and Abilities: Hunting and tracking: She usually hunts creatures of a bestial nature, but it not necessarily limited to animals.
Dancing: Due to the nature of her Magic, learning the proper base skills to dance was a must. She specializes in an acrobatic form of weapon dancing.She can use swords and spear/staves in her routines though her preferred is her two dagger technique.
Simple weaponry skills: handy for all things self defense related, hunting related and dance related (See Dancing with Dagger).
Survivalist: They aren't fancy, but they are knowledgeable about what is needed to survive such as fire-making, shelter building, how to clothe and feed herself.
Dancing with Daggers(Ritual blood magic):
This ritual magic required both a component of blood to be poured onto her daggers and specific movements to be completed for an effect to be generated. Missing a step or getting interrupted will prevent the magic from taking effect. Once the effect is done the blood will "burn" away and require more blood before more effects can be completed.
Effects:
-Hunter's Breath: Rain points her daggers tips towards each other so that her arms form a loose circle where she will perform several increasingly fast spins either moving or in place. After, these spins are completed, she will break the circle while the other is kept at the level of her midsection while she slows her spins till she comes to a full stop. Successfully completing this set will give her an increase in her vigor/energy and allow her to feel significantly less exhaustion in the moment. Adequate rest will be needed after the effect wears off depending how strenuous her activities were while the effect was in place.
-Rage of the hound: The movements are short abrupt and fast, while she stomps her foot on the ground with a snarling expression. The movements are more flexible in style but she needs to keep stomping the beat long enough to go in blood rage. Blood rage will make her hyper focus on a single target, and make her strikes faster and stronger. She is less likely to notice pain in this state but will become acutely aware after it wears off or upon target death.
Blood's Eye: Rain must be able to complete her routine in the four directions. This is a slower more meditative dance that will put her in a trance like state in order to view the memories of the blood her blades are coated with. Depending on freshness and quantity the memories may be clearer and abundant, or fuzzy and sparse.
Wrath of the Ancestors: Has to manage to finish a dance in a circle and end where she started. Once the circle is complete all blood on her person, including her own becomes highly acidic to others and may leave burns and disfigurement to any that comes into contact till the effect ends.
Sickness Curse: A dance that required her to balance her daggers upright (By the handle) in her palms while she dances in place. The blood component must also be from the intended target, and for the target to get cut once dance is completed for chance of effect. If the effect takes, then the target will get an infection that can include high fever, Vomiting, delirium, sluggishness, Pains and if left untreated; possible death. If The Target has a decent immune system they may not feel any effect, or will get symptoms but eventually get better with proper tending on the wound itself. Disinfection the wound early enough can also prevent malady.
Dance of Stagnation: A fairly fluid dance that requires her to move loosely, meaning her daggers cut less deeply when they strike while she is performing this dance. If she manages to cut the target during this routine, the target will get a sudden onset of Anemia symptoms, which include Fatigue, weakness, dizziness ect.
These effects are difficult to mix together without unfortunate side effect, that being "Blood Curse". Blood Curse causes a burning sensation in the individual's veins all throughout their bodies It is an incapacitating kind of pain that Almost all Blood Dancers usually pass out from long before the effect wears off.
Biography: From When she was a little girl, Rain has only really known her village and the friendly faces of most of her fellow tribe. They had a mostly secure place in the heard of the forest, not far from rivers and lakes. They Were always big on hunting sport for both food and fun, though even if they came back empty handed, they'd still have the food from the field to not go hungry. She remembers the day she was old enough to get her face painted and how proud her mother was when she and the other kids all began learning the steps to their dances, while her father was in charge of teaching them to hunt. She remembers how one of the Elders, a braggart, showed his scars and made up wild stories about how he got them, while his long time friend and brother rolled his eyes, knowing the real reason was because he'd bailed his ass out of trouble more time than he even remembers by now.
She remembered when she she had performed her successful spell after so many failed attempts, falls and missteps.To boot, for all her trouble she was able to bring back to the village her first catch, a young deer they proceeded to cook up and celebrate the milestone. The day after, her mother tearfully told her that there was nothing more she could teach her, and that as for the rest, she should heed to the Ancestors and find it with her heart.
She remembered some bitterly cold winters after, a few faces passing away in peace, And her spending much of her time communing with her ancestors. She was a full woman, her village relied on her now, and as one of their best she did all she could to provide and teach. She had been in the middle of a hunt when the flood waters came...
Allegiances: None
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 18:35:18 GMT -5
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Post by Rain on Dec 12, 2021 10:54:41 GMT -5
Rain saw the large beast turn its head in her direction though at first she laid low behind the brush. She didn't move in case it would disregard the noise, but its loud croak hinted it wouldn't be so easy. Ravens were intelligent creatures with their own souls. everyone knows that, she thought.
The size of those talons was the only thing that gave her a bit of pause. It would make for an impressive trophy, if it wasn't already reserved.
She slowed her breath, counted seconds and then moved. The painted woman leaped out of the brush and landed in a forward roll that ended with her back on her feet brandishing her ceremonial daggers. Her stance was low and sturdy, no mere gust of wind would knock her down. "The Ancestors will be pleased with this tribute. Don't dare make it easy, Raven of legend." She taunted, figuring the beast didn't actually understand the language of man, but just in case, her stance would be known per the code of honor. She brought the daggers together and rubbed the blades together, causing them to vibrate and "sing" as she pulled them apart again.
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