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 9, 2022 22:11:10 GMT -5
Sylvanie’s eyes filled with concern, looking back briefly to look at Thuratiphel before turning back to this strange angel woman. She shuffles her feet some. “Well, I guess there’s my tree…” She says, eyes cast down to the ground. She looks back up at her. “But won’t he notice if I just leave? I should at least tell him I’m going.”
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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 27, 2022 14:21:44 GMT -5
Sylvanie’s eyes filled with concern, looking back briefly to look at Thuratiphel before turning back to this strange angel woman. She shuffles her feet some. “Well, I guess there’s my tree…” She says, eyes cast down to the ground. She looks back up at her. “But won’t he notice if I just leave? I should at least tell him I’m going.” "i suppose you do have a point..." She was quite for a moment before an idea flashed in her eyes. "Alright, how about this, you two enjoy your day out, and I'll visit you tomorrow morning? how about 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 Mar 31, 2022 21:27:06 GMT -5
Sylvanie smiled. “Sounds like a plan! I’m in the big tree by all the houses.” She told the angel, pointing in its general direction. “We can talk there!”
After the two had separated, Sylvanie found her way back over to where she had left Thuratiphel. “I’m back!” She said, sitting back down. “Sorry, I…” She paused for a moment, a pit forming in her stomach. That lady didn’t want him to know about her being here, but she didn’t want to lie to her friend. “I thought I heard something over there. It was just a little squirrel!” She reassured him, feeling awful as she said it. “Nothing to worry about.”
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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 3, 2022 17:52:31 GMT -5
Sylvanie smiled. “Sounds like a plan! I’m in the big tree by all the houses.” She told the angel, pointing in its general direction. “We can talk there!” After the two had separated, Sylvanie found her way back over to where she had left Thuratiphel. “I’m back!” She said, sitting back down. “Sorry, I…” She paused for a moment, a pit forming in her stomach. That lady didn’t want him to know about her being here, but she didn’t want to lie to her friend. “I thought I heard something over there. It was just a little squirrel!” She reassured him, feeling awful as she said it. “Nothing to worry about.” Thuratiphel grunted noncommittally at her return and explanation. In the end, it didn't really matter to him. Sylvanie could go where she wanted. He was currently laid out on the grass, looking in the water at... something, quite intently as well.
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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 11, 2022 12:30:12 GMT -5
Sylvanie saw his intense stare, turning to look at what he saw in curiosity.
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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 11, 2022 13:18:37 GMT -5
Sylvanie saw his intense stare, turning to look at what he saw in curiosity. Quicker than her eye could follow his hand would thrust into the water, grabbing something and pulling it out.
She would be greeted with a medium sized fish, flipping around a bit to try and escape elegastus's grip. If she was familiar with warm freshwater fish, she'd recognize it as a Black Crappie
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 14, 2022 21:49:36 GMT -5
Sylvanie gasped as she saw his hand jolt into the water, bringing up a fish not a second later. “W-wow!” She said, watching it with mixed intrigue and horror. “G-good job! But you might want to put him back, I don’t think he can breathe up here!”
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Podor Helver
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 48
Registered: Feb 20, 2022 8:58:22 GMT -5
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Post by Podor Helver on Aug 30, 2022 18:39:34 GMT -5
Podor made his way down to the edge of the water, his missing leg not slowing him down at all. Once he reached the shore, he simply stopped and stared at the gentle blue waves, with an intensity which was odd for anyone, let alone someone such as Podor, with his previous easy-going nature. If Nina looked over the edge, she would see the water bubbling and popping, almost like it was boiling. A large bubble began to form, then erupted in a column of water, soaking all around it. If Nina was aware, she may notice a fairly large.... something, in the water.
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Nina
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 289
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 10:46:08 GMT -5
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Post by Nina on Oct 20, 2022 15:14:10 GMT -5
Nina had followed the wizard out of the Mess Hall, to meet the Lady that had guided him between worlds. She couldn't help but fidget with her new ring. Both for the magical way it had come about, and also because she wasn't used to wearing jewellery that wasn't hanging in her hair.
Her hand brushed against a pile of logs, and she wondered how would the view be from atop it. So close to its end, the river stretched wide, as far as the eye could see: a lazy, silt-speckled mass of water with willows dotted on either side, too busy reflecting clouds to move on. She wondered if the yellow clay at the river edge could be used to paint it.
She thought of her father's own spirit guide. As she watched the water, Nina felt a twinge of pain.
Her lips parted as water started bubbling.
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