New Isra
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Biography: This account represents the NPCs and locations associated with New Isra!
Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:30:20 GMT -5
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Post by New Isra on Jan 15, 2022 16:53:38 GMT -5
Portions of the Argentium River nearest to the Port have been reinforced and some earth has been moved to create a flat area directly adjacent to the river. There are plans to eventually build on this land, but for now, it is largely empty with the exception of piles of logs that have been flumed down the river but not yet processed. . For some elements of the budding settlement, this waterfront area has become a social hub of sorts, a ways away from the mainstream social gatherings of The Forum. After all, with running river sounds and smells, and dirt on the ground, and piles of logs to lean against, what more could one want?
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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 Feb 10, 2022 19:18:37 GMT -5
Sylvanie skipped along the path as it led away from the main city and towards the riverside. “Over this way!” She called over her shoulder, looking to make sure Thuratiphel was still following her. She ran forwards, running her hand along the stacked logs beside her. “It isn’t much further! Just passed the logs!” She said excitedly. It seems she had something in particular she wished to show her 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 Feb 11, 2022 15:12:12 GMT -5
Sylvanie skipped along the path as it led away from the main city and towards the riverside. “Over this way!” She called over her shoulder, looking to make sure Thuratiphel was still following her. She ran forwards, running her hand along the stacked logs beside her. “It isn’t much further! Just passed the logs!” She said excitedly. It seems she had something in particular she wished to show her friend. Thuratiphel followed behind, his fairly uncovered form drawing eyes. It wasn't often men ran half naked through the city. He could have easily outpaced her, but he kept behind, it seemed to make her happier. "i'm right behind you!" He told her, following behind.
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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 Feb 14, 2022 22:56:59 GMT -5
As Sylvanie approached the side of the river Argentium, she slowed down and became quiet, putting her finger in front of her lips in an exaggerated gesture to ask that Thuratiphel do the same. She would creep up to the side of the water and point to the opposite bank. “Look!” She whisper-yelled at Thuratiphel, finger pointing towards a low spot of land near the water’s edge.
Upon the bank, raised just high enough to where the water would not lap at them, yet lower than most of the surrounding land, sat a patch of wild flowers, their petals starting out a brilliant azure and fading near the tips into a lighter cyan. From amongst them, rustling could be seen, and out would peek the head of a small water vole having just come out from its burrow. It would look around for danger, before scurrying through the flowers, its path only telegraphed by the faint rustling of the petals. A keen eye would spot it as it stopped near a piece of the tall grass growing near the flowers and began nibbling on it, going about its life as if an entire city uprooted from their homes didn’t sit just on the other riverbank.
Sylvanie sat down, feet just outside the grasp of the water. “Isn’t she cute?” She asked, watching the vole eat. “Such a peaceful little 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 Feb 15, 2022 5:53:54 GMT -5
As Sylvanie approached the side of the river Argentium, she slowed down and became quiet, putting her finger in front of her lips in an exaggerated gesture to ask that Thuratiphel do the same. She would creep up to the side of the water and point to the opposite bank. “Look!” She whisper-yelled at Thuratiphel, finger pointing towards a low spot of land near the water’s edge. Upon the bank, raised just high enough to where the water would not lap at them, yet lower than most of the surrounding land, sat a patch of wild flowers, their petals starting out a brilliant azure and fading near the tips into a lighter cyan. From amongst them, rustling could be seen, and out would peek the head of a small water vole having just come out from its burrow. It would look around for danger, before scurrying through the flowers, its path only telegraphed by the faint rustling of the petals. A keen eye would spot it as it stopped near a piece of the tall grass growing near the flowers and began nibbling on it, going about its life as if an entire city uprooted from their homes didn’t sit just on the other riverbank. Sylvanie sat down, feet just outside the grasp of the water. “Isn’t she cute?” She asked, watching the vole eat. “Such a peaceful little friend. Thuratiphel leaned over as Sylvanie showed him the vole, before sitting down beside her, his feet and ankles in the water completely."He is quite nice." Thuratiphel said, enjoying the water on his ankles and the breeze on his face and chest.
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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 Feb 15, 2022 22:08:36 GMT -5
Sylvanie closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, just living in the moment and taking in her surroundings. The sound of rushing water, the cool breeze on her skin, the smell of mud and flowers. It was all just so peaceful, it put her at ease.
“This is what it means to be alive.” She would finally say, after a brief silence. “To look at the world as it goes on, to realize that we are a part of it. To just let ourselves be, instead of worrying about what or where we are. We only have so much time here.” She watches as the vole finally spots the two, scurrying quickly back into her den. “We should enjoy the sights that nature gives us. They make flowers bloom for a reason, right?”
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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 Feb 19, 2022 9:00:06 GMT -5
Sylvanie closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, just living in the moment and taking in her surroundings. The sound of rushing water, the cool breeze on her skin, the smell of mud and flowers. It was all just so peaceful, it put her at ease. “This is what it means to be alive.” She would finally say, after a brief silence. “To look at the world as it goes on, to realize that we are a part of it. To just let ourselves be, instead of worrying about what or where we are. We only have so much time here.” She watches as the vole finally spots the two, scurrying quickly back into her den. “We should enjoy the sights that nature gives us. They make flowers bloom for a reason, right?” Thuratiphel for his part simply nodded. She had a point. In the chaos of the rebellion, his sentencing, and his penance, he'd forgotten that he was allowed to rest. He'd been so focused that he wasn't required to constantly be working on his punishment.
In the distance, some of the logs would fall and clatter. While Thuratiphel didn't react, Sylvanie might have her attention drawn to them and investigate.
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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 Feb 22, 2022 14:35:25 GMT -5
Sylvanie quickly turned towards the pile of logs, tilting her head to the side in confusion. “Well that was weird.” She said, standing up and heading over towards where she heard the noise. “Hello?” She calls. “Those logs can really hurt if one falls on you, you might wanna get out of there!”
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Haamiah Gadreel
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Ageless
Appearance: A traditionally attractive woman, with a moderate bust, wide hips, flowing white hair, and a regal countenance. Clothed in white robes and blessed with a large pair of white wings upon her back.
Equipment: A large golden scepter.
Skills and Abilities: A wide array of angelic abilities, and can directly compel Thuratiphel to do what she wishes.
Registered: Jan 15, 2022 7:15:51 GMT -5
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Post by Haamiah Gadreel on Feb 22, 2022 18:46:01 GMT -5
Sylvanie quickly turned towards the pile of logs, tilting her head to the side in confusion. “Well that was weird.” She said, standing up and heading over towards where she heard the noise. “Hello?” She calls. “Those logs can really hurt if one falls on you, you might wanna get out of there!” Quickly a hand reached out and yanked Sylvanie behind the longs, faster than she could process. One arm held her close to another body, another covered her mouth, which, despite any attempts to lick or bite, wouldn't give.
"Shhhh Shhh" A quiet, feminine voice said to her struggles, "I'm not going to hurt you or your friend, I just need to be sure you'll stay quiet, Can you promise me that?"
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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 Feb 22, 2022 20:45:00 GMT -5
After a muffled scream, a lot of struggling, and a stray lick to try and get the hand off of her face, Sylvanie would begin to settle down, still scared and obviously shaking. Slowly, she nodded, having quieted her screams and replaced them with ragged breathing.
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Haamiah Gadreel
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Ageless
Appearance: A traditionally attractive woman, with a moderate bust, wide hips, flowing white hair, and a regal countenance. Clothed in white robes and blessed with a large pair of white wings upon her back.
Equipment: A large golden scepter.
Skills and Abilities: A wide array of angelic abilities, and can directly compel Thuratiphel to do what she wishes.
Registered: Jan 15, 2022 7:15:51 GMT -5
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Post by Haamiah Gadreel on Feb 22, 2022 21:54:23 GMT -5
After a muffled scream, a lot of struggling, and a stray lick to try and get the hand off of her face, Sylvanie would begin to settle down, still scared and obviously shaking. Slowly, she nodded, having quieted her screams and replaced them with ragged breathing. Once she was sure the girl wouldn't scream, she let go. "I'm sorry about that." She whispered, turning Sylvanie around to see a woman's face, stunningly beautiful and seemingly regretful. She wore white flowing robes, large feathered wings collapsed behind her back, and had various gold jewelry on her person, most notably a large gold scepter that had appeared in her hand. "I couldn't afford to have you warn him that I was here. I hope you'll forgive me."
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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 Feb 26, 2022 0:09:17 GMT -5
Sylvanie would take a few steps away, looking over the woman who had grabbed her. She considered running for a moment. Upon seeing her wings she figured she could probably catch her if she tried, so she pushed the thought from her head. “It’s okay.” Sylvanie responded, her tone easily conveying her confusion at the situation. “But why don’t you want Thuratiphel to know you’re here, miss?” Sylvanie quietly gasps, bringing her hand beside her face as if to whisper a secret into someone’s ear. “Does he not like you?” She asks in a loud whisper.
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Haamiah Gadreel
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Ageless
Appearance: A traditionally attractive woman, with a moderate bust, wide hips, flowing white hair, and a regal countenance. Clothed in white robes and blessed with a large pair of white wings upon her back.
Equipment: A large golden scepter.
Skills and Abilities: A wide array of angelic abilities, and can directly compel Thuratiphel to do what she wishes.
Registered: Jan 15, 2022 7:15:51 GMT -5
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Post by Haamiah Gadreel on Feb 26, 2022 8:42:07 GMT -5
Sylvanie would take a few steps away, looking over the woman who had grabbed her. She considered running for a moment. Upon seeing her wings she figured she could probably catch her if she tried, so she pushed the thought from her head. “It’s okay.” Sylvanie responded, her tone easily conveying her confusion at the situation. “But why don’t you want Thuratiphel to know you’re here, miss?” Sylvanie quietly gasps, bringing her hand beside her face as if to whisper a secret into someone’s ear. “Does he not like you?” She asks in a loud whisper. "Shhhh shhhh keep it down" she told her in a quier voice. "And no, he doesn't know I'm here, and he can't afford to. For his own good"
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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 Mar 4, 2022 19:07:13 GMT -5
Sylvanie tilted her head to the side, as a confused puppy might. “Why not?” She whispered to the angel. “What’s going on here?”
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Haamiah Gadreel
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Ageless
Appearance: A traditionally attractive woman, with a moderate bust, wide hips, flowing white hair, and a regal countenance. Clothed in white robes and blessed with a large pair of white wings upon her back.
Equipment: A large golden scepter.
Skills and Abilities: A wide array of angelic abilities, and can directly compel Thuratiphel to do what she wishes.
Registered: Jan 15, 2022 7:15:51 GMT -5
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Post by Haamiah Gadreel on Mar 4, 2022 20:05:59 GMT -5
Sylvanie tilted her head to the side, as a confused puppy might. “Why not?” She whispered to the angel. “What’s going on here?” "Listen, i can't really say while he's here?Is there somewhere I can talk to you in private?" She asked.
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