Paragon
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Roleplay posts: 14
Appearance: The impressionable Paragon is the antithesis of his father where they hoped he would be his mirror. Fit, but wiry, he takes after his mother's frame. He dons a teal color that fades to white on his chest and face, like shallow waters in the sunlight. He has no scales and instead has the same thick skin as a moray eel, which can light up and change colors in certain areas around his eyes, neck, and shoulders. What seems to be hair on his head is a slippery cilium that is very much alive and does not absorb water or weigh him down. His teeth are quite human, albeit with a few more pointy ones, as his diet is widely carnivorous. In between his arms to his torso is a thin membrane that helps him swim. The same membrane can be seen between his fingers and toes. Between his shoulders, he has a large dorsal held up by a stiff spine with a clear membrane attaching it to his mid-back. His gills sit along his ribcage.
On land, he stands at 5'8".
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Equipment: Paragon wields a spear that is more adept for fishing than it is for fighting, though it is made to hunt large, sometimes dangerous prey. The base is made from bone, while the head is made from the thorny tooth of the same prey. Though only a few inches in length, the tooth is ideal for piercing fish.
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Skills and Abilities: Though not half as fast as his counterpart, Cutthroat, Paragon boasts a speed and agility that is still impressive among his peers. His strength and combat abilities are nothing to boast about, but his people are sure he will come into them one day to be the Paragon of his father, their great and fearless leader.
Unlike most of his people, he is amphibious and has a set of lungs alongside his gills. As long as he stays moist, he can spend long amounts of time on land.
Registered: Jun 10, 2021 0:18:17 GMT -5
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Post by Paragon on Nov 21, 2021 17:52:57 GMT -5
The Tueima Harmonious and resourceful, the l'eina make their home inside the deep blues of a southwestern islet. There, they discovered the runes of an ancient, long-gone civilization half-sunken into the water, and claimed it as their own. The tribe of I’eina that have landed call themselves the “Tueima.” Only a few know the word in common speech, for in their language it translates to “Spirits of Water.” All can breathe in water, but only a select few have lungs that allow them a limited time above ground. Be it a gift from the gods, their inherently magical nature, or an incredible strike of chance, the Tueima find themselves to be incredibly unique from one individual to the next. Though all are viable to reproduce, they’re considerably more different than a donkey and a horse; some have tails, some have legs, some are swift as lightning, while others are hardly mobile. There are those with venom, those with spikes, and a few who can camouflage at will. Either despite, or due to their differences, the Tueima has a place for every member of their tribe and are always seeking to help and develop relations where they can. Sometimes, their friendly nature comes as a detriment to them, but once smarted, twice wizened; these people are not stupid and will wage hell wherever the oceans touch should anyone test their kindness. Very few of the Tueima can mimic human speech. The majority of their language is communicated in clicks, songs, and gestures, none of it using mouthed words or a tangible voicebox. Their previous leader, a missing man by the name of Legend, worked with the humans in their realm to help them develop a few words in common to help them communicate. This is where the word “Tueima'' was developed. Legend’s son, Paragon, now holds the scroll that contains the limited dictionary to bridge words. Until he is of age and has proven himself, the ancient sea elf known as Patriarch has taken the helm. |
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