Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: Thin and lithe, Vasco is his mother's antithesis, taking only her broad shoulders as his own. His narrow, diamond-shaped face and long features can be seen as striking, if not handsome, by many.
He has a head of immaculately trimmed, dirty blonde hair and it is clear he takes great care of it, trimming and oiling and all the works.
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Equipment: Vasco's preferred weapon of choice is a special rapier that houses a thin, hollow chamber typically filled with a neurotoxin found back in their homeland. The chamber can also be filled with other substances.
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Skills and Abilities: Vasco's vampiric curse can allow him to change her form into several distinct shapes: a shaggy black dog, a blackbird, and an eel.
His senses and natural strength are heightened considerably at night and gutter just as significantly during the day. He has excellent night vision that causes him to be blinded completely in the presence of the sun. Despite this, he does not burn in direct sunlight.
The Correa family's shared ability is that which to create loyal thralls without having to sire them into vampires. Thralls are created with a bite and a magical sigil. Sired vampires are created with a bite from the vampire, and then the ingestion of the vampire's blood. Thralls share a portion of the vampire's strength and can still walk freely in the sun, though with a newfound disdain for it. They are not vampires themselves but have a substantial, artificial fondness for them.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 17:17:59 GMT -5
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Post by Vasco Correa on Jan 22, 2022 18:25:09 GMT -5
Vasco's eyes rolled in his head with a force that nearly ejected them. He whipped around, hand still gripped onto Csilla's, and faced the blacksmith again. "You jest. You jest! You would call her 'Miss' and insinuate that she is the village doxy?" He snarled, but took a breath, hearing Csilla's sweet voice try to talk down Haevys. He brushed off his shirt and straightened himself, then said calmly "Perhaps you really are just ignorant. Gods know if she'd have been as nice if I didn't grace you with my teachings."
The vampire turned again, determined to avoid the rest of her questions. They were getting annoying and difficult to navigate in his anger. Perhaps he would send Huey to speak with her just to relieve him of the headache.
"Things will be better now," he muttered, somewhat to himself, but he knew it was a lie.
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Hævys Bladesmith
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: Nearing her mid-30s
Appearance: She has a dark brown, bordering on black head of hair, kept short, not reaching halfway down her neck. Her skin is a darker tan-ish shade, with grey eyes. Standing around 5'10", she has a rugged frame, used to heavy labor and working in the forge. She usually wears a pair of loose fitting pants, with a snug cloth wrap covering up her chest. While in the forge, she wears a black smith's apron as well. While her pants usually covers it, there is a large indent into her skin on her thigh, as if part of the skin had been sheared off of that area, a few layers deep.
Equipment: While a smith before she got here, most of her equipment couldn't be carried during the flood. She's lucky she got out with a few forging hammers and a pair of tongs for handling hot metal, as well as her trusty pata(a type of sword-gauntlet), for if someone attempts to cross her or steal her wares.
Skills and Abilities: A skilled blacksmith, focusing on weapons and armor, with some skill also with jewelry and building materials such as hinges or nails. As well as this, she is skilled in the magics of enchanting her wares while creating them, giving enchantments of durability, of good health, or other small enchantments to make using them easier. However, she could only do this for things she was forging, not finished works, and even then she currently refuses to enchant her works. As well as this, although she currently refuses to do it as well, she can give people permanent marks on their skin, that would not wash off no matter what, and even enchant those.
Biography: A skilled smith from a young age, Hævys loved to create. She would work with her father in his forge, learning his craft, even if many others said she couldn't, or that she shouldn't and she should be proper. Naturally, Hævys wanted to prove them wrong. After learning all she could from her father, she travelled her land, looking for the best smiths to teach her what her father could not. Eventually she'd stumble on a smith who taught her many other talents, including, most importantly, the art of enchanted forging. Upon returning home and beginning her own work, she was soon summoned to the capital, to work towards making equipment for the army. Here, she would gain the epithet of Magesmith.
As well as working for the army, she would open a small business on the side, giving people permanent marks on their skin in any design they chose, a skill she picked up on her travels. However, one day she would experiment(with a willing participant) on attempting to enchant her marks. It was a success, and word soon reached the king. Immediately, she was given a new position with the prison. She would use her marking ability to give prisoners permanent enchanted marks, ones that would seal any magical ability they possessed, as well as teaching others to do the same.
However, soon, it became apparent that many of these prisoners did not deserve their punishment, nor prison time at all. Many people were sentenced to this not only for crimes, but for things outside of their control and for speaking out against the war. Hævys could not take this, speaking out against it. As a result, she was branded a criminal and given one of the marks she taught others to make, sealing her magic as she was thrown in prison.
Eventually, she would escape, and cut the mark off of her body, barely surviving with the bloodloss and possible infection. Even though she was no longer sealed, she refused to make another mark for anybody, and refused to enchant anything anymore. She refused her old epithet and became simply Hævys Bladesmith, and opening a small, struggling smithy for a short time, before the flood hit.
Registered: Apr 12, 2021 16:43:28 GMT -5
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Post by Hævys Bladesmith on Jan 23, 2022 13:54:06 GMT -5
The look of anger on Hævys’ face would be replaced with one of pure, genuine confusion. In what world was that an insult?! Where she was from it was a term of respect, nothing less. Before she could respond, however, Csilla began to speak, trying to talk her down. Unlike the Correas, it was obvious that she was a kind woman, dragged into this only by her association with the pompous brat. She liked the seamstress. To some small extent pitied her. If it was true that this man had actually saved her life...
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She had to take another when Vasco began to speak again, without actually answering any of her questions. “Listen.” She said, obviously still irritated, but her anger much more muted than before. “I saw y’in there. You’re scared of her. Why? ‘Cuz she just walked in and’s tryin’ to take charge, so if there’s something to be concerned about, tell us.” She gestured around at Pannoa. “They took me in.” She pointed at Vasco. “They took you in. Now this lady, whose own son is scared of’r, waltzes in to try an’ take command of ‘em? S’it a crime to be concerned?”
She slowed to a stop, unable to keep up much longer anyways at the pace they’re walking away. It took everything she had not to yell at him more, but she knew it’d get her nowhere. “I’ll go looking for answers myself if y’aren’t even gonna address my questions.” She called out to him. “Figured I’d better tell you.”
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Csilla Kato
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 22
Appearance: Coming from humble beginnings, Csilla dresses simply in the fashion of the settlement of Pannoa. In spite of her ordinary upbringing, she carries herself with feminine grace while never being too dainty to carry out hard chores, at least normally. While not considered the most beautiful woman in the world, she is still noteworthy in terms of beauty.
Due to illness, her skin has grown pale, her lips and around her eyes have a blueish tint, and she's become thinner. She still has plenty of awareness and intelligence in her eyes however.
Equipment: Embroidery hoop
Sewing needles
pins
Threads of multiple colors
Mint based medicine
Skills and Abilities: Thread Spinning
Weaving
Sewing/tailoring
Embroidery
Contagious: Though the chances of being infected with her illness are low for healthy individuals, those with compromised immune systems are more vulnerable.
Biography: Csilla's family had been among the lucky ones to get onto the boat that saved their lives from the flood, but among the unlucky ones that did not make it to landfall. After the strenuous months at sea, an illness claimed each family member one by one. With no medicine to cure the along with the harsh conditions of the ship, Csilla arrived to the Isles alone.
The illness that ravaged her family has taken root in her as well, and has weakened her considerably. With no cure among them all they can offer is sympathy and comfort, and all she can offer in return is quiet busywork. With the time she has left she has been spending it praying or mending clothes,sails and other cloth based necessities that have been torn. Whenever she is not overburdened by work or her illness, she will take a stroll along the coast.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:23:26 GMT -5
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Post by Csilla Kato on Jan 23, 2022 14:41:20 GMT -5
Csilla didn't see much a choice in the matter other than simply following Vasco who was pulling her along. She didn't feel there was a point to suggest he slows down for Haevys to catch up. If anything, the two were probably best separated for now. She would keep in mind to seek her out if a chance arose later, hopefully she could smooth things out between them all so they could all coexist in the new world without such strife from the beginning.
She looked over her shoulder as the smith's form shrank into the distance. Now she could speak to Vasco, and get some calm answers out of him. She could tell the encounter had grated on his nerves, already his it seemed his mother's expectations were difficult to live up to. Csilla pushed forward to walk by the tall vampire's side, while one hand was held y his, her other was free to pat on his shoulder. "Vasco, please don't be angry... Its not worth the energy." the seamstress attempted to soothe the noble's nerves.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: Thin and lithe, Vasco is his mother's antithesis, taking only her broad shoulders as his own. His narrow, diamond-shaped face and long features can be seen as striking, if not handsome, by many.
He has a head of immaculately trimmed, dirty blonde hair and it is clear he takes great care of it, trimming and oiling and all the works.
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Equipment: Vasco's preferred weapon of choice is a special rapier that houses a thin, hollow chamber typically filled with a neurotoxin found back in their homeland. The chamber can also be filled with other substances.
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Skills and Abilities: Vasco's vampiric curse can allow him to change her form into several distinct shapes: a shaggy black dog, a blackbird, and an eel.
His senses and natural strength are heightened considerably at night and gutter just as significantly during the day. He has excellent night vision that causes him to be blinded completely in the presence of the sun. Despite this, he does not burn in direct sunlight.
The Correa family's shared ability is that which to create loyal thralls without having to sire them into vampires. Thralls are created with a bite and a magical sigil. Sired vampires are created with a bite from the vampire, and then the ingestion of the vampire's blood. Thralls share a portion of the vampire's strength and can still walk freely in the sun, though with a newfound disdain for it. They are not vampires themselves but have a substantial, artificial fondness for them.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 17:17:59 GMT -5
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Post by Vasco Correa on Feb 8, 2022 20:42:52 GMT -5
Vasco listened to Hævys. He didn’t want to, but some little place in his head told him that he should. He did not, however, let her know that she had his ear at the moment. He kept walking as if to ignore her and her pleads as he dragged Csilla along.
Yeah. She could go snooping around, but at what cost to her? That blacksmith would do herself a favor by finding a way to be useful soon by being alive, else she would be useful in other ways to mother.
When he heard Csilla’s voice, his shoulders relaxed and his grip on her hand softened. He turned to face her once they were out of sight of Hævys and looked her in the eye with earnest. “I’m so sorry,” he sighed, bowing his head “That you had to see me like that. Can we go to your tent? I have so many things to tell you, but not here, out in the open. I can explain everything, I promise.”
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Csilla Kato
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 22
Appearance: Coming from humble beginnings, Csilla dresses simply in the fashion of the settlement of Pannoa. In spite of her ordinary upbringing, she carries herself with feminine grace while never being too dainty to carry out hard chores, at least normally. While not considered the most beautiful woman in the world, she is still noteworthy in terms of beauty.
Due to illness, her skin has grown pale, her lips and around her eyes have a blueish tint, and she's become thinner. She still has plenty of awareness and intelligence in her eyes however.
Equipment: Embroidery hoop
Sewing needles
pins
Threads of multiple colors
Mint based medicine
Skills and Abilities: Thread Spinning
Weaving
Sewing/tailoring
Embroidery
Contagious: Though the chances of being infected with her illness are low for healthy individuals, those with compromised immune systems are more vulnerable.
Biography: Csilla's family had been among the lucky ones to get onto the boat that saved their lives from the flood, but among the unlucky ones that did not make it to landfall. After the strenuous months at sea, an illness claimed each family member one by one. With no medicine to cure the along with the harsh conditions of the ship, Csilla arrived to the Isles alone.
The illness that ravaged her family has taken root in her as well, and has weakened her considerably. With no cure among them all they can offer is sympathy and comfort, and all she can offer in return is quiet busywork. With the time she has left she has been spending it praying or mending clothes,sails and other cloth based necessities that have been torn. Whenever she is not overburdened by work or her illness, she will take a stroll along the coast.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:23:26 GMT -5
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Post by Csilla Kato on Feb 9, 2022 9:25:55 GMT -5
Csilla gestured, waving away Vasco's concern that she'd seen him in less than ideal light. "It's been quite a day for everyone. It would be unusual if nerves weren't a little high." she pardoned, after all, she'd been less than kind to her siblings at points herself when they'd kept pushing her buttons. At his request, the seamstress nodded.
"Absolutely. Might be best to avoid others until you catch a breath anyway." She smiled at him reassuringly. Herself she wanted to return to the comfort of her tent, surrounded by her familiar trinkets. Gently she pulled along the vampire by the hand as she navigated the camp more expertly than her savior could. A straight path here, then a left for a dozen paces and finally a sharp right, she pulled the flap of her tent to the side to allow Vasco inside. It had remained exactly the same as last time except the embroidery work had seen considerable progress.
"Make yourself at home." she urged and stepped inside after him.
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