Valera
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: unknown
Appearance: In the daytime, she appears as a black-haired angel with two sets of wings adorned in a wedding gown, though she is not set to be married. Her skin is fair and soft while her eyes a gently sky blue. At night she morphs into horns with darkened skin and hair white as innocence but this form is far from that. Her eyes from the gentle blue to a burning red.
Equipment: Her weapon of choice is a long claymore, slow but deadly. She wears little armor when she is an angel while the dark dress is fused with metal to act as a form of armor.
Skills and Abilities: Not so much a skill but more of a personality swap, come sunlight she is as sweet as the bees and flowers but when the sunsets she bares her teeth on the hunt for some excitement. Her personalities changing like day and night, no one knows which one is truly her.
Biography: Once a human in search of immortality. She sought out a higher divinity only to be cast down from there she sought a deal with the devil, his flame burned her for weeks. She was too sinister to live amongst the angels and too angelic to live among the demons. She now lives as both an angel and a demon, but never to become solely one of the other. Valera condemned to live her life belonging to no one and no place.
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Post by Valera on Feb 4, 2023 22:37:10 GMT -5
"A ranged weapon of my own? I may consider that but with the weapon I own, I can ensure they do not rise again." Valera didn't have the patience for archery. If you hit something you still need to find it and make sure it's dead. Though she could fight someone in her fights with a bow it's much more exciting to finish things with the large sword. For someone for dainty, no one knows how she's able to carry a sword of that size. Whenever others tried picking it up, they often fail. Somehow this heavy and insanely impossible sword to wield feels as light as feathers to her. It must be countless years of training.
"This little research assistant is the cutest one by far. I have never met one of this caliber before" Valera smiles at Spera. Oh, how she wouldn't wish to cup that adorable face in between her hands and tell it what a good fuzzy creature she was. "you two make runes. That is fascinating work. Those healing runes worked wonders. I assume that I heal faster than the average but it seems my healing has slowed just a little compared to what it used to be. Are there more people like you who partake in magic?"
Valera looks at the setting sun Jun suggests setting up camp. "I would like to help." Valera enjoyed being nice, however, she wasn't sure if she should leave in the morning. One thing is for sure she best warn them about what is to come once the sun falls. "I must prepare you two. The sun will set soon and I must tell you, I will become a different person. There is another person that inhabits this body come nightfall" Valera tells the two as she helps them set up camp. "I am sorry that I have more surprises to show you."
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Jun of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 305 
Age: 33
Appearance: Jun stands at about 5’ 4”, with a willowy, slightly rectangular build. Her tawny olive skin has lost its flush from constantly wearing cloth armor, and she is dotted with small scars, including wrinkled patches of old burns on her left arm. She has deep brown, slightly hooded eyes and not quite straight dark auburn hair. Her face is still youthful and strong, though her gaze suggests she’s seen way too much for her age.
Equipment: An emerald, muddy long coat-style gambeson. A chrome blue longsword with a rusty hilt. Rusted shackles on her wrists ending in broken chains, giving a false impression that she had been a prisoner; the bracelets are easily removed.
Skills and Abilities: What remains of Jun’s power is a mix of animal friendship and elemental control. She can communicate with and control weaker animals, like insects, and request the help of larger, sentient animals (though they are not compelled to obey her). She can perform subtle manipulations of fire, water, earth, wind, and other “elements” like light and shadow. Her most unique ability is to imbue elemental magic into other life forms and channel her spells through them.
She is a decent cook and survivalist and has a solid academic understanding of agriculture and ecology. She is also a decent sword and hand-to-hand fighter.
Biography: Jun of the Celadine was a stereotypical hero of legend. She was one of Isra's mightiest spellcasters, had gone on dozens of adventures, possessed several powerful artifacts, and helped bring peace to the world on many occasions.
A notorious overachiever and workaholic, Jun had driven herself to near madness pursuing powerful magic. In standard fashion, it was the power of friendship that kept her sane.
Now Jun must cope with the fact that much of the world she helped protect has been lost, and that most of the magic power she had accrued over the years has stopped working.
Her family (whose whereabouts are unknown) was a clan of farmers and gardeners. Her tribe lived in peace and harmony in a mostly forested region. Every two hundred years or so, their people produced a powerful mage and master of all elements. Jun was not this chosen one, but rather her grandmother was. Still, Jun's (somewhat unhealthy) obsession with keeping up with her ancestor made her a pretty close second.
Jun has no regrets about her journey, though she sometimes wishes she had spent more learning other skills, like cooking and dancing. She also feels she made a poor lover, though it's likely her old partners passed away in the floodwaters anyways...
Registered: May 25, 2021 13:33:31 GMT -5
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Feb 8, 2023 22:32:37 GMT -5
"I'm more than happy to be your spark, Avalux," Jun unintentionally said in a demure, flirtatious manner.
(Even Spera raised her head up at that one.)
Red-faced, Jun started walking the group back towards their original path, closer to the nearest hill. Spera followed closely behind Valera, sniffing her feet and chattering.
"Echem, anyways, yes there are others who partake in magic. But as I said, the isles suppress it, so it's useful to have alternative skills, and be able to do more with less . A single leaf, imbued with the right spell, can serve you better than a wasted fireball. It's all about efficiency." Jun demonstrated by flicking her wrist, summoning a leaf between her fingers as if by sleight of hand. The leaf turned rigid and glinted with sunlight as it froze over. Jun then threw it like a dagger into a nearby tree trunk, sheering a chunk of bark clean off.
"I should probably stop being so mean to trees by doing that..."
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Valera's warning about a potential other self was troubling news indeed. Jun interrupted her unpacking of supplies to contemplate the implications of such a phenomenon.
"Does the other person smell? Because you and I will probably be sharing a spare tent." She quickly glanced at Avalux, barely masking a hint of disappointment over not getting to share a tent with him tonight. Still, it was hardly the angelic being's fault for getting shot out of the sky, and Jun felt responsible for watching over her now. She also wasn't sure if Avalux was ready to share a tent with her, let alone a strange angelic being who... fell out of the sky.
"But uh, yah. Just tell us everything we need to know. Like if we need to tie you up or... or stuff garlic in our socks or something."
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Avalux Kesterven
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 106 
Age: 42
Appearance: Avalux is quarter elven which makes his age slightly hard to guess. His hair had turned a silvery blonde when he was quite young and most of the signs of age on his features are due more to squinting to read in candlelight than his years. He is on the tall and lean side but not to an excessive degree. Perhaps a hair's breadth over six feet and with enough meat on his bones to be healthy. His features are angular and they have a slightly severe cast as his habitual expression is a frown of thoughtful consideration.
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Equipment: Utterly insufficient for the task he has been presented with but he has the essential. A fresh notebook, a pen enchanted to replenish its own ink over time, a rune scribes etching tool, his glasses, and various crystals for creating apparatus.
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Skills and Abilities: Avalux is a magical engineer (Artificer if you wish to offend) and researcher. He specializes in the creation of devices that use magical power to power mechanical designs. He tackles magic with the scientific method trying to quantify something that most people believe to be unquantifiable. His drive and determination to do so often make him overlook certain things.
Registered: Nov 14, 2021 12:43:02 GMT -5
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Post by Avalux Kesterven on Feb 9, 2023 19:05:25 GMT -5
Their new winged friend certainly seemed to have quite a bit going on with her in the magical sense. Flight, access to a pocket dimension, and now apparently nocturnal transformations. It was clear that she was an innately magical creature of some kind and the effects of the magic suppression of the island on her might be worth investigating. Of course, asking someone to submit to examination for research purposes probably wouldn't be polite on first meeting them. Not that he even had the tools to do so at present so a moot point.
"Adapting to your new environment is probably a wise move."
Avalux said to Valera as she showed some reluctance to the idea developing a ranged option. Hopefully, the winged woman would listen to Jun. He could quite easily imagine a magical creature getting themselves killed by thinking they could rely on the weapons and powers they were used to in the old world. Still, it was her life to live and if Valera thought she could get by with only her sword that was her choice. As for him, he would continue to work on his adaptation with Jun who said something that made him look her way.
"Uh... Yes, well, thank you for being my spark."
As he said that his cheeks colored a brilliant shade of bright pink as he looked away. At some point, someone would point out the obvious to the two. That or they would continue to dance around each other in a slow spiral until they finally either imploded or figured it out. For the moment they had a camp to set and Valera explained a bit about her night time self as Jun questioned her. Something he was content to let occur without comment, Jun's questions would be far more practical than any he would be able to provide.
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Valera
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: unknown
Appearance: In the daytime, she appears as a black-haired angel with two sets of wings adorned in a wedding gown, though she is not set to be married. Her skin is fair and soft while her eyes a gently sky blue. At night she morphs into horns with darkened skin and hair white as innocence but this form is far from that. Her eyes from the gentle blue to a burning red.
Equipment: Her weapon of choice is a long claymore, slow but deadly. She wears little armor when she is an angel while the dark dress is fused with metal to act as a form of armor.
Skills and Abilities: Not so much a skill but more of a personality swap, come sunlight she is as sweet as the bees and flowers but when the sunsets she bares her teeth on the hunt for some excitement. Her personalities changing like day and night, no one knows which one is truly her.
Biography: Once a human in search of immortality. She sought out a higher divinity only to be cast down from there she sought a deal with the devil, his flame burned her for weeks. She was too sinister to live amongst the angels and too angelic to live among the demons. She now lives as both an angel and a demon, but never to become solely one of the other. Valera condemned to live her life belonging to no one and no place.
Registered: Feb 18, 2022 17:30:49 GMT -5
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Post by Valera on Mar 1, 2023 19:30:33 GMT -5
"You are right, I should learn other ways to fight. Walking around these lands, I feel different." she clenches her fist. "I feel off as if someone who feels a cold coming on." Valera wonders if her magic is starting to dwindle. Maybe she will keep her weapon drawn in case the pocket it came from become inaccessible. She would hate to have a sword stuck in her. "I am proficient in close combat but I should learn to take caution and learn to attack from afar."
"about my other self. She is not innately bad but she has the ability to cause chaos. However, she is more of a trickster. The transition between the two of us is extremely painful but do not be worries. We will heal instantly after we transform into the other, but I'm unsure if this place will affect that. It seems to not have so far. I hope she does not bother you too much. She is one for theatrics. I do not think you need to tie her up. She takes on the last feeling I felt before I become her. Our memories are weird. She will remember who you two are and that I was attacked. However, we do not remember small details or information. Our memory is like quickly skimming through a book and trying to get the big picture." Valera pauses and thinks. She eyes the sun as it continues to inch lower and lower. "She has a nose so she does smell. In terms of body odor, this information I do not know. I do know she likes hygiene." The winged woman hopes that she does not smell. Bathing has been difficult these days.
"Her appearance is my opposite. Her hair is white, her skin is dark. My wings will wither away and be replaced by great horns on her head. I am cursed to resemble a pure angel while she resembles the wickedness of a fiend. Any last-minute questions before she comes? Make them quick. She will not answer your questions as straightforward as I."
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Jun of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 305
Age: 33
Appearance: Jun stands at about 5’ 4”, with a willowy, slightly rectangular build. Her tawny olive skin has lost its flush from constantly wearing cloth armor, and she is dotted with small scars, including wrinkled patches of old burns on her left arm. She has deep brown, slightly hooded eyes and not quite straight dark auburn hair. Her face is still youthful and strong, though her gaze suggests she’s seen way too much for her age.
Equipment: An emerald, muddy long coat-style gambeson. A chrome blue longsword with a rusty hilt. Rusted shackles on her wrists ending in broken chains, giving a false impression that she had been a prisoner; the bracelets are easily removed.
Skills and Abilities: What remains of Jun’s power is a mix of animal friendship and elemental control. She can communicate with and control weaker animals, like insects, and request the help of larger, sentient animals (though they are not compelled to obey her). She can perform subtle manipulations of fire, water, earth, wind, and other “elements” like light and shadow. Her most unique ability is to imbue elemental magic into other life forms and channel her spells through them.
She is a decent cook and survivalist and has a solid academic understanding of agriculture and ecology. She is also a decent sword and hand-to-hand fighter.
Biography: Jun of the Celadine was a stereotypical hero of legend. She was one of Isra's mightiest spellcasters, had gone on dozens of adventures, possessed several powerful artifacts, and helped bring peace to the world on many occasions.
A notorious overachiever and workaholic, Jun had driven herself to near madness pursuing powerful magic. In standard fashion, it was the power of friendship that kept her sane.
Now Jun must cope with the fact that much of the world she helped protect has been lost, and that most of the magic power she had accrued over the years has stopped working.
Her family (whose whereabouts are unknown) was a clan of farmers and gardeners. Her tribe lived in peace and harmony in a mostly forested region. Every two hundred years or so, their people produced a powerful mage and master of all elements. Jun was not this chosen one, but rather her grandmother was. Still, Jun's (somewhat unhealthy) obsession with keeping up with her ancestor made her a pretty close second.
Jun has no regrets about her journey, though she sometimes wishes she had spent more learning other skills, like cooking and dancing. She also feels she made a poor lover, though it's likely her old partners passed away in the floodwaters anyways...
Registered: May 25, 2021 13:33:31 GMT -5
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Mar 2, 2023 21:52:09 GMT -5
"Well, you don't necessarily have to reinvent the wheel. You just need to learn to be more judicious with magic. Like your pocket dimension ability. You could store smaller, tactical things in there, like daggers, or poison, or weaponized elemental dust mites!"
Feeling herself get a little too excited, Jun glanced at Avalux again. "Umm... n-not that that's a thing that I've been working on."
Fearing that priming Valera's mind with thoughts of weaponized elemental dust mites before her transformation might be a bad idea, Jun tried to think of calm, reassuring, loyalty inducing thoughts to give her.
"Well, whatever your other form is like, remember we're all in this together. Friendship is a valuable commodity in the mists, and I already consider it an honor to have made your acquaintance. We'll do our best to help you and your other self get through this. Just don't try to rob us or anything nefarious or I'll have Spera bite you right on the nose."
Spera barked on cue.
"Umm, other than that I hope you like reconstituted pork and mushroom soup. Avalux do you have anything to add?"
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Avalux Kesterven
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 106
Age: 42
Appearance: Avalux is quarter elven which makes his age slightly hard to guess. His hair had turned a silvery blonde when he was quite young and most of the signs of age on his features are due more to squinting to read in candlelight than his years. He is on the tall and lean side but not to an excessive degree. Perhaps a hair's breadth over six feet and with enough meat on his bones to be healthy. His features are angular and they have a slightly severe cast as his habitual expression is a frown of thoughtful consideration.
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Equipment: Utterly insufficient for the task he has been presented with but he has the essential. A fresh notebook, a pen enchanted to replenish its own ink over time, a rune scribes etching tool, his glasses, and various crystals for creating apparatus.
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Skills and Abilities: Avalux is a magical engineer (Artificer if you wish to offend) and researcher. He specializes in the creation of devices that use magical power to power mechanical designs. He tackles magic with the scientific method trying to quantify something that most people believe to be unquantifiable. His drive and determination to do so often make him overlook certain things.
Registered: Nov 14, 2021 12:43:02 GMT -5
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Post by Avalux Kesterven on Mar 6, 2023 10:51:31 GMT -5
By the time Jun looked Avalux's way her excitement for weaponized dust mites had him rubbing at the bridge of his nose. He gave her a flat look that hid his amusement at her enthusiasm better than most of his attempts.
"That's good. I am starting to think you spend more time than would be healthy for yourself and the animals thinking about how to weaponize them."
He said dryly when she assured him that she hadn't been thinking about the thing she'd clearly been thinking about. They had enough problems without accidentally creating a race of tiny, potentially explosive, insects in his opinion. Especially when it appeared that they would be dealing with an agent of chaos that evening, which put the numbers at two to one against his force of order by his count.
"To the soup or the conversation?"
He said when Jun put the question to him he stroked his chin and asked.
"Only a question. Will your night form seek to strike out on her own Valera? And if she does, is it a good idea to try and stop her?"
From the sounds of it, the night form would be less agreeable. If that other version decided to break away from the temporary group they'd formed, he wanted to know the best way to handle it. If Valera was worried being on her own would get her killed but the night form didn't care, then that was a conflict of interests that Jun and Avalux might have to intercede on.
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Valera
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: unknown
Appearance: In the daytime, she appears as a black-haired angel with two sets of wings adorned in a wedding gown, though she is not set to be married. Her skin is fair and soft while her eyes a gently sky blue. At night she morphs into horns with darkened skin and hair white as innocence but this form is far from that. Her eyes from the gentle blue to a burning red.
Equipment: Her weapon of choice is a long claymore, slow but deadly. She wears little armor when she is an angel while the dark dress is fused with metal to act as a form of armor.
Skills and Abilities: Not so much a skill but more of a personality swap, come sunlight she is as sweet as the bees and flowers but when the sunsets she bares her teeth on the hunt for some excitement. Her personalities changing like day and night, no one knows which one is truly her.
Biography: Once a human in search of immortality. She sought out a higher divinity only to be cast down from there she sought a deal with the devil, his flame burned her for weeks. She was too sinister to live amongst the angels and too angelic to live among the demons. She now lives as both an angel and a demon, but never to become solely one of the other. Valera condemned to live her life belonging to no one and no place.
Registered: Feb 18, 2022 17:30:49 GMT -5
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Post by Valera on Mar 8, 2023 23:32:39 GMT -5
"weaponized dust mites. Jun, you sure have an, uh inventive mind. I applaud you for your creativity. I know the creature of the night may find that amusing. She enjoys the pocket ddminsion more than I. She enjoys keeping snacks in there"
Hearing the question about soup Valera knows there sill be no complaints there. "I think both of us would enjoy the pork and mushroom soup. It sounds like a hearty meal. However, please do try to stop her from putting soup in the pocket dimension." Valera seems annoyed at having to tell her new friends this...almost as if something similar had happened before. Valera turns her attention to Avalux.
"She will not strike out unless provoked, we share the same mindset in that regard. Even though she is a little wilder than I am, she will not go starting trouble. She does enjoy playing the occasional prank however. This night pest truly enjoys her theatrics. She will not hurt you, but she may push your buttons. If need be, you have my permission to gag her." The more Valera talks about this strange night woman, the more irritated she gets. It seems that Valera and her night form are truly as different as night and day.
"I will give her some credit though, she is a good fighter when needed. I am more up close and prefer finishing fights quickly. She on the other hand enjoys being a long ranged fighter. She has a sharp eye for that type of stuff. I should learn to use some ranged weapons, but it comes a little harder for me. I'm hoping that maybe some of her muscle memory will rub off on me. The one part i disagree with is, how she toys with her enemies before they meet their demise. I do not understand why she does it." Valera finds that disturbing, like a child playing with their food. They will already die, why make a game out of it?
The sun soon sinks below the horizon. Valera takes some deep breaths to prepare herself. The first things to change are her clothing. The easiest to change. The white fabric ripples changing into black. The white creeps from her roots to her tips replacing her luscious dark hair. Her fair skin gradhally shifting to a dark tons. Valera finds herself curling to the ground as the most painful parts begin. The feathers of her wings fall like leave in autumn, leaving the bines beneath exposed and bare ike winter branches. The horrifying sound of her flesh tearing as the wings force their way out. Her body rejecting it like a foreign object. Inch by inch, until the blood-stained remains fall to the ground. In its place, a large gaping hole, yearning for the loss of its missing limb. The crater did not yearn long as her skin started pulling itself together. Valera clenches her teeth in agony
The angel's eyes shut tighf, concentrating on pulling through the pain.
Slowly the tips of the horn breaches through her head. Every new new inch that grew glistened with crimson blood. Finally, the change is complete. Her obsidian horns filly grown in all its glorh. The night creature has arrived. She stands up and opens her eyes. Deep ominous eyes stare at the two; red like the color of the bood moon.
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Isolde
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: A dark-skinned woman with snowy hair draped down to the nape of her back. Dark devilish horns sprout out from her head. The white dress fit for a new bride is now replaced with an obsidian-colored dress fit for a funeral. Her smile is wickedly playful. Her icy red eyes are intense enough to stare right through someone's very own soul.
Skills and Abilities: A counter to Valera. Isolde transforms the large claymore weapon wielded by the angel into a longbow. She stores her ammo in the other dimension between the valleys of her chest.
Biography: Valera and Isolde, never one without the other. Isolde the trickster that reveals herself at night always ready to cause a little drama. Valera the righteous warrior shines proudly in the sun. Both inhabit the same body, there can never be one without the other. Their personalities are as different as day and night. Isolde may have always been a part of Valera, dormant and hiding. The parts of Valera were never allowed to bud into the surface. All she remembers is one day she existed. Cursed to live her life in the night. Isolde does not mind but she wonders what the warmth of the sun might feel on her cold skin.
Allegiances: Valera
Registered: Feb 4, 2023 22:24:45 GMT -5
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Post by Isolde on Mar 8, 2023 23:56:24 GMT -5
She stretches her joints, emerging from a deep slumber. "Ah! how delightful to meet you two" she speaks. Her voice, cold, like a tundra. Much different from Valera's honey-sweet-voice. "The angel of the sun does not enjoy talking about me. She forgets that I too am a being with my own name, Isolde. The one of your dreams and your nightmares." Isolde walks around the two taking them in. Her black heels crunching the leaves beneath her. As she swirls around them, the two would be able to get a whiff of her scent, the smell of freshly burnt coals.
"Such an adorable pair. Bustling with bright ideas and new found hope of what is to come." She takes a deep breath of the cool night air. "You've found yourself quite the man" She says to Jun walking her fingers up the young woman's shoulder. She pauses briefly "In dire situations, pelple are more truthful about their feelings. There's something in the air. I certainly can smell, can the two of you?" Even in the dead of night, Isolde can see the romantic tension between the two. "I would hate for you two to be in a dire situation" Shd smiles at the them. "Let's change the subject."
"Tell me, what has that little birdie, Valera, told you about me?" Isolde inquires, oddly curious about what her other half has to say. It certainly is much more difficult for her to hear it directly from the horses mouth.
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Jun of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 305
Age: 33
Appearance: Jun stands at about 5’ 4”, with a willowy, slightly rectangular build. Her tawny olive skin has lost its flush from constantly wearing cloth armor, and she is dotted with small scars, including wrinkled patches of old burns on her left arm. She has deep brown, slightly hooded eyes and not quite straight dark auburn hair. Her face is still youthful and strong, though her gaze suggests she’s seen way too much for her age.
Equipment: An emerald, muddy long coat-style gambeson. A chrome blue longsword with a rusty hilt. Rusted shackles on her wrists ending in broken chains, giving a false impression that she had been a prisoner; the bracelets are easily removed.
Skills and Abilities: What remains of Jun’s power is a mix of animal friendship and elemental control. She can communicate with and control weaker animals, like insects, and request the help of larger, sentient animals (though they are not compelled to obey her). She can perform subtle manipulations of fire, water, earth, wind, and other “elements” like light and shadow. Her most unique ability is to imbue elemental magic into other life forms and channel her spells through them.
She is a decent cook and survivalist and has a solid academic understanding of agriculture and ecology. She is also a decent sword and hand-to-hand fighter.
Biography: Jun of the Celadine was a stereotypical hero of legend. She was one of Isra's mightiest spellcasters, had gone on dozens of adventures, possessed several powerful artifacts, and helped bring peace to the world on many occasions.
A notorious overachiever and workaholic, Jun had driven herself to near madness pursuing powerful magic. In standard fashion, it was the power of friendship that kept her sane.
Now Jun must cope with the fact that much of the world she helped protect has been lost, and that most of the magic power she had accrued over the years has stopped working.
Her family (whose whereabouts are unknown) was a clan of farmers and gardeners. Her tribe lived in peace and harmony in a mostly forested region. Every two hundred years or so, their people produced a powerful mage and master of all elements. Jun was not this chosen one, but rather her grandmother was. Still, Jun's (somewhat unhealthy) obsession with keeping up with her ancestor made her a pretty close second.
Jun has no regrets about her journey, though she sometimes wishes she had spent more learning other skills, like cooking and dancing. She also feels she made a poor lover, though it's likely her old partners passed away in the floodwaters anyways...
Registered: May 25, 2021 13:33:31 GMT -5
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Mar 12, 2023 17:14:08 GMT -5
Jun's insides contorted with sympathy over the angel's painful transformation. Obviously it had indeed been intended as a curse. It was so viscerally... inelegant. Had she and Avalux been back in their old worlds, she was confident they could have designed a better transition process.
The end result however, seemed almost justified. Isolde was beautiful, in her own way. Just looking at her made Jun's stomach churn with a heat she couldn't quite put her finger on. It wasn't a fully pleasant sensation however. Jun felt herself wanting to position herself in between the creature and Avalux. Was she jealous? Defensive? A bit of both? Or perhaps this was simply what it was like to be in the presence of a demoness. Jun's last demonic acquaintances were her giant crow, an angry chef, and a lustful little squid monster who'd humiliated her in front of Lady Naoki. This was something else entirely.
She reflexively grabbed Avalux's hand when Isolde referred to them as a couple, as if she were going to try to steal him away. Her face turned red. But then she scolded herself internally. We're supposed to be helping her. Stop feeling... whatever the hell this all is.
"Uh, bwah, we-well, she said you are a good fighter who toys with your enemies, and that you like to play pranks. I suppose there's room for improvement in your relationship." Jun chuckled nervously and clumsily bent down to grab a wooden bowl of beef(?) and mushroom stew so she could offer it to Isolde. It was her way of trying to get back into her proper, benevolent head space.
"If you don't mind me asking, is the transformation back into Valera just as painful as this one was?" She wondered if there was some way to ease the transition, to make it less painful. And if so, would that perhaps improve Valera's relationship with Isolde?
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Avalux Kesterven
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 106
Age: 42
Appearance: Avalux is quarter elven which makes his age slightly hard to guess. His hair had turned a silvery blonde when he was quite young and most of the signs of age on his features are due more to squinting to read in candlelight than his years. He is on the tall and lean side but not to an excessive degree. Perhaps a hair's breadth over six feet and with enough meat on his bones to be healthy. His features are angular and they have a slightly severe cast as his habitual expression is a frown of thoughtful consideration.
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Equipment: Utterly insufficient for the task he has been presented with but he has the essential. A fresh notebook, a pen enchanted to replenish its own ink over time, a rune scribes etching tool, his glasses, and various crystals for creating apparatus.
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Skills and Abilities: Avalux is a magical engineer (Artificer if you wish to offend) and researcher. He specializes in the creation of devices that use magical power to power mechanical designs. He tackles magic with the scientific method trying to quantify something that most people believe to be unquantifiable. His drive and determination to do so often make him overlook certain things.
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Post by Avalux Kesterven on Mar 16, 2023 14:03:37 GMT -5
Valera certainly had quite a bit of information to share about her nighttime counterpart. By the time she'd finished and started her transformation, he wondered just what was actually going on. There was no love lost between the two forms, that was certain. But despite the difference in personality there seemed to be at least something of an overlap in morality. If the night form didn't engage in combat unless provoked that suggested a level of civility. Then the new woman took form and introduced herself, Avalux starred for several long moments and then let out an explosive snort of amusement.
"I am sorry, did you just say you are, the one of our dreams and nightmares? With a straight face?"
He said, trying not to outright laugh at the woman. It was a line right out of some melodramatic play he might have caught in the city, he couldn't quite believe that Isolde had said it as though they should take it seriously. His attention was drawn to Jun who had taken his hand. This caught him off guard and something in her expression made him worry that he had missed something. He squeezed her fingers gently as Isolde started talking about smells.
"I think what you are smelling would be dinner...?"
The words were slow and questioning. The innuendo was entirely lost on Avalux, the only thing he could scent at present was the soup. How exactly soup would create a dire situation he had no idea. But the soup came into play a moment later as Jun offered Isolde a bowl while giving a brief overview of what they'd been told.
"Honestly, from what I can fathom neither of you probably want to be in the situation you are in. I imagine the animosity is more due to the fact that you share a body and she probably feels a sense of ownership from your behaviour, than a true hatred of yourself. Hard to hate a person you don't get to converse with directly in a concrete way, I would think it is mostly speculative on both your parts. I imagine that improvement in your relationship could be achieved with some clearer coordination and focus on a shared goal. Have you two thought about keeping a journal in order to pass messages between yourselves and perhaps work on a way to end this situation? Assuming that you are as eager to have your own body full time as I imagine Valera is."
Of course, Avalux was more interested in the problem than anything else. The man's mind already puzzling over other potential ways to resolve the situation. He imagined it wouldn't be easy, the curse must have been tremendously power intensive which would be hard to match in the current environment.
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Isolde
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: A dark-skinned woman with snowy hair draped down to the nape of her back. Dark devilish horns sprout out from her head. The white dress fit for a new bride is now replaced with an obsidian-colored dress fit for a funeral. Her smile is wickedly playful. Her icy red eyes are intense enough to stare right through someone's very own soul.
Skills and Abilities: A counter to Valera. Isolde transforms the large claymore weapon wielded by the angel into a longbow. She stores her ammo in the other dimension between the valleys of her chest.
Biography: Valera and Isolde, never one without the other. Isolde the trickster that reveals herself at night always ready to cause a little drama. Valera the righteous warrior shines proudly in the sun. Both inhabit the same body, there can never be one without the other. Their personalities are as different as day and night. Isolde may have always been a part of Valera, dormant and hiding. The parts of Valera were never allowed to bud into the surface. All she remembers is one day she existed. Cursed to live her life in the night. Isolde does not mind but she wonders what the warmth of the sun might feel on her cold skin.
Allegiances: Valera
Registered: Feb 4, 2023 22:24:45 GMT -5
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Post by Isolde on Mar 18, 2023 18:24:43 GMT -5
She smiles at the two, graciously accepting her soup. "Thank you for the warm meal. We get quite hungry after we transform." Isolde takes a seat by the campfire. The devil didn't much care to comment on the cliche greeting she gave. After all, she never cared for what people thought, she likes to be a little dramatic and cheesy.
"and you two are going to magically help fix what has been a struggle between Valera and me?" she looks at the two as they brought up her relationship.
"I don't mind sharing a body with her, but at times I do wonder how the warm glow of the sun feels. Warmth is not something I possess. I think she would rather I leave her be. I do hope things will improve between us someday. Maybe a journal may help each of us understand each other and more accurately jot down what we did. As for your question Jun, the transformation back to Valera is just as painful. That is the curse we both must share. I fear that this land. I feel it is slowly trying to grab hold of us. I worry if we stay in this place too long, will we not be able to survive our transformation. I'm not quite sure how it will take its hold." Isolde takes pause, a true concern for her to have but maybe now is not the time to worry. Isolde will worry more on the soup. She tries a large spoonful of it. The soup is flavorful and comforting. Isolde welcomes every bit of warmth it provides.
"The thought of having my own body is something I don't care about. One day I was barely a thought and the next, I'm a fleshed-out sentient person. We must learn to live with one another. That is the curse and the blessing. Valera finds this a curse, I find it a blessing. I am grateful to exist in the world, even if it is only for a few hours. If sharing a body brings me life, then I will happily share it for the rest of eternity."
She brings the bowl up to her lips and tips it back until there is none left. She wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb and smiles at Jun. "Lovely dinner you have prepared. The quickest way for love to grow is a satisfied meal. Nurturing a relationship between people who can see each other is a lot easier than my situation. I am wide awake, I can watch over you two while you slumber. You have set up two tents, but it is a waste. How long have you two been adventuring together?"
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Jun of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 305
Age: 33
Appearance: Jun stands at about 5’ 4”, with a willowy, slightly rectangular build. Her tawny olive skin has lost its flush from constantly wearing cloth armor, and she is dotted with small scars, including wrinkled patches of old burns on her left arm. She has deep brown, slightly hooded eyes and not quite straight dark auburn hair. Her face is still youthful and strong, though her gaze suggests she’s seen way too much for her age.
Equipment: An emerald, muddy long coat-style gambeson. A chrome blue longsword with a rusty hilt. Rusted shackles on her wrists ending in broken chains, giving a false impression that she had been a prisoner; the bracelets are easily removed.
Skills and Abilities: What remains of Jun’s power is a mix of animal friendship and elemental control. She can communicate with and control weaker animals, like insects, and request the help of larger, sentient animals (though they are not compelled to obey her). She can perform subtle manipulations of fire, water, earth, wind, and other “elements” like light and shadow. Her most unique ability is to imbue elemental magic into other life forms and channel her spells through them.
She is a decent cook and survivalist and has a solid academic understanding of agriculture and ecology. She is also a decent sword and hand-to-hand fighter.
Biography: Jun of the Celadine was a stereotypical hero of legend. She was one of Isra's mightiest spellcasters, had gone on dozens of adventures, possessed several powerful artifacts, and helped bring peace to the world on many occasions.
A notorious overachiever and workaholic, Jun had driven herself to near madness pursuing powerful magic. In standard fashion, it was the power of friendship that kept her sane.
Now Jun must cope with the fact that much of the world she helped protect has been lost, and that most of the magic power she had accrued over the years has stopped working.
Her family (whose whereabouts are unknown) was a clan of farmers and gardeners. Her tribe lived in peace and harmony in a mostly forested region. Every two hundred years or so, their people produced a powerful mage and master of all elements. Jun was not this chosen one, but rather her grandmother was. Still, Jun's (somewhat unhealthy) obsession with keeping up with her ancestor made her a pretty close second.
Jun has no regrets about her journey, though she sometimes wishes she had spent more learning other skills, like cooking and dancing. She also feels she made a poor lover, though it's likely her old partners passed away in the floodwaters anyways...
Registered: May 25, 2021 13:33:31 GMT -5
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Mar 19, 2023 21:17:59 GMT -5
"Well, not to toot our metaphorical horns but magically fixing things was and is kind of our specialty."
Like Avalux, Jun quickly let go of her earlier discomfort and began thinking of ways of improving Valera's and Isolde's lives. She was greatly pleased by Avalux's suggestion to keep a journal to help Valera and Isolde coordinate better. Not only was it clever, it was also not something she would have immediately thought of.
"Mmm, me and Avalux also designed an autonomous healing rune that can improve healing and reduce pain. He was even able to adapt it to ease our queen through childbirth. Now, since magic is difficult to channel and cast, I've also been researching how to store and channel my mana. I don't wanna make any promises but, in theory we could probably find a way to make your transition less painful. Coupled that with the journal idea and..."
She halted a chuckled. There was something deliciously tempting about the thought, especially for an obsessive overachiever like herself.
"Do you have any idea how much you could get done if you two worked together? You literally don't need to sleep. That's almost a blessing. It would be a blessing if we could mitigate all the nasty bits of it. Think about it." Jun's grin became almost devilish. She would (almost) kill to not have to sleep.
When the conversation turned to the two of them (again), Jun's nails dug into her thighs uncomfortably. Her assertive gaze wavered.
"We've been working together for a few months now. We're a very good team. But we only started adventuring together recently."
It was a complicated topic of conversation for her, and a part of her didn't want to have it. Having a demoness be the catalyst also probably wasn't the wisest thing to do.
But then again, a part of her did want to have it. Perhaps someone needed to wring it out of her.
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Avalux Kesterven
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 106
Age: 42
Appearance: Avalux is quarter elven which makes his age slightly hard to guess. His hair had turned a silvery blonde when he was quite young and most of the signs of age on his features are due more to squinting to read in candlelight than his years. He is on the tall and lean side but not to an excessive degree. Perhaps a hair's breadth over six feet and with enough meat on his bones to be healthy. His features are angular and they have a slightly severe cast as his habitual expression is a frown of thoughtful consideration.
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Equipment: Utterly insufficient for the task he has been presented with but he has the essential. A fresh notebook, a pen enchanted to replenish its own ink over time, a rune scribes etching tool, his glasses, and various crystals for creating apparatus.
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Skills and Abilities: Avalux is a magical engineer (Artificer if you wish to offend) and researcher. He specializes in the creation of devices that use magical power to power mechanical designs. He tackles magic with the scientific method trying to quantify something that most people believe to be unquantifiable. His drive and determination to do so often make him overlook certain things.
Registered: Nov 14, 2021 12:43:02 GMT -5
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Post by Avalux Kesterven on Mar 26, 2023 17:36:34 GMT -5
"I don't know that I would call it magically fixing things. I would call it searching for solutions to the problem using rigorous testing and available mundane and aetheric means but I understand that I can be something of a pedant."
Avalux said dryly to Isolde's problem. He just didn't like the phrase magically fixing something, it suggested that the fix would be instantaneous. Even if there was an application of magic to the problem it was rare that it results in an immediate resolution. More important than magic, in his opinion, was process. Every problem had a solution but it took time and experimentation to find those solutions.
"I'm sorry, you were just a thought? Whose thought? Valera's? That would imply that you are some aspect of her personality given autonomy in some way. That is quite a pronounced difference from what I initially thought."
He'd assumed they were two people being forced to inhabit the same physical space at different times. But if Isolde was just part of Valera that opened up the potential solution of integration. The two aspects being rejoined as one which had its own problems he supposed. He was musing on this as the demonic-looking woman turned the conversation toward the meal and relationships.
"Considering that the first time we met, you saved my life and shortly after we were attacked on the beach. I think the adventuring could be considered part of things since the start. But it would be accurate to say we've only be travelling together for the last few weeks."
He said he'd not really picked up on what Isolde had been driving at with her talk of a good meal being a catalyst for love. Perhaps she'd been making something of a pass at Jun since she was the one who had made the evenings meal. Valera had said that Isolde would stir up trouble and trying to make Jun blush could be part of that. Certainly, based on his companion's reaction she'd not appreciated Isolde's comments.
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Isolde
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: A dark-skinned woman with snowy hair draped down to the nape of her back. Dark devilish horns sprout out from her head. The white dress fit for a new bride is now replaced with an obsidian-colored dress fit for a funeral. Her smile is wickedly playful. Her icy red eyes are intense enough to stare right through someone's very own soul.
Skills and Abilities: A counter to Valera. Isolde transforms the large claymore weapon wielded by the angel into a longbow. She stores her ammo in the other dimension between the valleys of her chest.
Biography: Valera and Isolde, never one without the other. Isolde the trickster that reveals herself at night always ready to cause a little drama. Valera the righteous warrior shines proudly in the sun. Both inhabit the same body, there can never be one without the other. Their personalities are as different as day and night. Isolde may have always been a part of Valera, dormant and hiding. The parts of Valera were never allowed to bud into the surface. All she remembers is one day she existed. Cursed to live her life in the night. Isolde does not mind but she wonders what the warmth of the sun might feel on her cold skin.
Allegiances: Valera
Registered: Feb 4, 2023 22:24:45 GMT -5
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Post by Isolde on Mar 26, 2023 20:23:37 GMT -5
Isolde seems to be more chatty towards Jun, she is the one reacting to her comments after all. "If you two can find a solution to our bickering then by all means, I'm up to try it. I suppose it is quite funny that I was always a part of Valera. Maybe I formed from all the unwanted personalities she used to have or something like that. Maybe I'm the manifestation of her teenage rebellion era or something wacky like that." She laughed at the thought of being the embodiment of teenage angst.
"I would certainly like our transformations to be a little less painful. They create such large wounds but luckily we've been able to heal quite quickly. If we didn't we would surely be dead from blood loss. It is quite odd to exist. I'm still getting my bearings but I've been alive long enough to manage by myself. I was an absolute wreck when I first existed."
"Jun saved your life?" She smiles at Avalux. "that must have been quite the story. You must be thankful to have someone of her capabilities traveling with you" As much as she could cause a little mayhem, Isolde does want to see these two succeed. Sure she may be doing a little driving to try and make things blossom but there must be something there. Do not worry Jun, Isolde will be your wing demon. Isolde may have read a little too many books about romance.
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Jun of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 305
Age: 33
Appearance: Jun stands at about 5’ 4”, with a willowy, slightly rectangular build. Her tawny olive skin has lost its flush from constantly wearing cloth armor, and she is dotted with small scars, including wrinkled patches of old burns on her left arm. She has deep brown, slightly hooded eyes and not quite straight dark auburn hair. Her face is still youthful and strong, though her gaze suggests she’s seen way too much for her age.
Equipment: An emerald, muddy long coat-style gambeson. A chrome blue longsword with a rusty hilt. Rusted shackles on her wrists ending in broken chains, giving a false impression that she had been a prisoner; the bracelets are easily removed.
Skills and Abilities: What remains of Jun’s power is a mix of animal friendship and elemental control. She can communicate with and control weaker animals, like insects, and request the help of larger, sentient animals (though they are not compelled to obey her). She can perform subtle manipulations of fire, water, earth, wind, and other “elements” like light and shadow. Her most unique ability is to imbue elemental magic into other life forms and channel her spells through them.
She is a decent cook and survivalist and has a solid academic understanding of agriculture and ecology. She is also a decent sword and hand-to-hand fighter.
Biography: Jun of the Celadine was a stereotypical hero of legend. She was one of Isra's mightiest spellcasters, had gone on dozens of adventures, possessed several powerful artifacts, and helped bring peace to the world on many occasions.
A notorious overachiever and workaholic, Jun had driven herself to near madness pursuing powerful magic. In standard fashion, it was the power of friendship that kept her sane.
Now Jun must cope with the fact that much of the world she helped protect has been lost, and that most of the magic power she had accrued over the years has stopped working.
Her family (whose whereabouts are unknown) was a clan of farmers and gardeners. Her tribe lived in peace and harmony in a mostly forested region. Every two hundred years or so, their people produced a powerful mage and master of all elements. Jun was not this chosen one, but rather her grandmother was. Still, Jun's (somewhat unhealthy) obsession with keeping up with her ancestor made her a pretty close second.
Jun has no regrets about her journey, though she sometimes wishes she had spent more learning other skills, like cooking and dancing. She also feels she made a poor lover, though it's likely her old partners passed away in the floodwaters anyways...
Registered: May 25, 2021 13:33:31 GMT -5
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 1, 2023 1:37:28 GMT -5
Ah yes, teenage rebellion.
For Jun it had been a difficult time, since her prepubescence was marked by the news of her grandmother's death. The loss had ignited a fire in her which had driven her forward like an engine of destruction. In a strange way, a loss at just the right moment in time can be the greatest gift a young sorceress can get. That is, if they survive it. She had taken so many chances in the name of justice and passion, all while running away from the hurt. And it was miraculous that most of them had paid off.
Still, it had been a necessary phase in her life, dangerous though it was.
Jun listened attentively, putting aside the discomfort of the nerve that Isolde kept poking at.
"Your problem reminds me of the secret of dark magic. Coming to terms with different aspects of ourselves is how people in my school of magic learn to control the elements. Dark magic and light magic are hard to master together because people tend to associate them with good and evil. But in truth, their dichotomy is more closely related to the dichotomy of the internal world and external world within ourselves. Our darkness is the unexplored parts of ourselves, as well as the parts of ourselves that want to keep us safe. They are closely tied with our egos and identities. Our light is more about influencing the outside world, often in terms of creating things, helping others, and forming friendships. That's a bit of an oversimplification but you probably get the idea."
(It was difficult to get Jun to stop rambling when it came to her understanding of magic.)
"So, maybe you and Valera can start by taking the time to understand why both of yourselves exist, and what they might be useful for. Maybe that will help you two hate each other a little less."
Speaking of two halves of a whole...
Jun chuckled, accepting that she would have to humor Isolde if she wanted to keep talking to her and helping her. "It's a good story. He was about to be attacked by a panther-like creature and my strongest familiar launched itself into the beast at the speed of sound. The panther survived because said creature was a small frog, but it was still impressive. And then he bit me. Uh, the frog, not Avalux. He's very hard to control, you see. Uh, again, the frog, not Avalux. And well, we've spent a great deal of time together ever since. Uh, Avalux, not the frog."
Jun's body subtly and unconsciously tilted itself towards Avalux's shoulder.
"And, to be honest, I'm just as grateful to have him around too."
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