Ellanariel
New
Healer & Problem Solver
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 122
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Appearance: Ellanariel is 5'7", willowy and slender, with long, pale-gold hair she often keeps in a braid, and often decorated with flowers, and soft, periwinkle eyes that border between blue and lavender. Like other high elves, her ears are pointed, but typically hidden beneath the locks of her hair. Elle wears clothing of woven Usque threads, tailored and embroidered herself with her steady healer's hands.
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Equipment: A satchel full of her own healer's things, gathered or made by her dextrous hands.
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Skills and Abilities: A healer, she knows both the practical side of medicine, as well as the mystical side from her education with the Elves of the Usque. She draws from the power of nature, and often plants will thrive where she is near.
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Biography: Still young by elven standards, Ellanariel is a survivor of the travel to the Mist Isles, and a stalwart loyalist to the Usque needs. Keen-eyed but sharp-tongued, she doesn't speak a lot or get moved to anger easily, but when she does, she's known to be as sharp as her surgeon's blade.
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Allegiances: The Usque
Place of Residence: Usque Settlement
Registered: Aug 16, 2023 18:33:23 GMT -5
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Post by Ellanariel on Sept 10, 2023 11:16:13 GMT -5
The man from earlier -- the one with the intense gaze -- caught her by the elbow before she fell, and quietly admonished Ellimere in somber tones. Ellimere, of course, did not appreciate his words in the moment, but she bit her tongue because she knew there was wisdom in them.
Brushing wet strands of pale blonde hair from her face first, she finally nodded and accepted the gruel without complaint; food was food and she didn't need it to be well-made to know she simply needed it's energy to fulfill her own. Lowered onto a stump and with Ona sitting beside her, she ate quietly, and paused when Nasphie gave her speech.
The redhead also had wise words for the survivors, and she agreed whole-heartedly with them. Ellimere finished eating, and felt reinvigorated, or at least felt a second wind of energy.
"I'm fine," she told Ona before the man could say anything when she stood once more. "I'm going to change into dryer clothes, and then urge the sick to do so as well since we now have makeshift shelter." She gestured to the colorful awnings and tent tops that had been strung up between the trees.
"You should do the same. With nightfall, there won't be much work to do until the sun rises." Ellimere's lilac gaze looked into his face. "What is your name?"
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Onalaxy
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 30
Appearance: The man stands tall at 6'4", windswept chestnut hair atop his pate. His face is ruggedly handsome, he has an air of a man who has seen things. He has a lean muscular frame, his eyes are a stormy gray. He can be seen wearing ornate armor during times of celebration, and leathers most of the time.
Equipment: Morning star
Dagger
Short sword
Survival tools and camping gear.
Skills and Abilities: He is skilled at melee weaponry. He was part of the guard that flanked one of the descendants of Camilla so he was well versed in the art of war.
He has experience with home defense, manual labor, tracking and hunting.
Biography: He was born, not in the Usque, but a city to the east of the Usque. He had been trained as a small lad to become a knight, and ended up becoming a mercenary at first until he found his way to the Usque where he became devoted to the royal blooded fae.
When the world came to an end, he was with the group of people that included those in the fleet.
Registered: Aug 17, 2023 18:15:58 GMT -5
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Post by Onalaxy on Sept 16, 2023 10:10:27 GMT -5
"Onaloxy," (Oh-Na-Lock-See) he seemed to rumble quietly, watching as some did as she said, not worried about shedding their clothes in front of one another since there was no real privacy to be had anyway, and those of the Usque did not have such inhibitions where they would be so modest. He wasn't particularly interested in gazing at the others as they stripped and got into their dry clothes. The waxed fabric bags made for great waterproofing. "Most call me Ona." He swung his gaze over to her as he obediently took a bowl of porridge and ate his slowly. His face showed no distaste in the bland fare, he was grateful to line his belly with what was offered, but he was most certainly going to hunt in the next few days, set some traps. But first, he wanted to make sure his people were taken care of.
He glanced over toward the one making the speech, and he nodded firmly in agreement, adding nothing to that conversation. "And yours? What is your name? I cannot just call you, 'you there,' can I?" Then he flashed an easy smile, his teeth almost a perfect set of pearly whites but not blindingly so.
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Nasphie
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 20
Appearance: She stands at a petite height of 5'0", her form is curvy and somewhat athletic. Her hair is fiery red and curly, hanging down her back to her waist.
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Equipment: Throwing knives and crescent daggers
Clothing
Camping gear
misc stuff
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Skills and Abilities: She once had the skill to make fire with her hands. Now that seems impossible with the Mist.
Biography: She and some of the people with her came from the deepest parts of the Usque. She is a descendant of Camilla, her grandfather was Evrand II of Medan, the eldest son of Camilla. Her father is his son. She is revered as royal blood.
Her people escaped a great forest fire in the misty sectoion of the north just before the rains fell and the flood took their boats into a deep mist.
Registered: Aug 16, 2023 13:12:02 GMT -5
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Post by Nasphie on Sept 16, 2023 10:18:54 GMT -5
She looked to the man briefly, her eyes soft now with empathy toward everyone who was feeling hellish from the long journey. Her words carried to the group again, "This is what we will do today. I want only the strongest of the men and women, no more than three of you, to start setting traps to get some small game in order to feed us. I need two of you as a team to scout a radius around our camp, look for things to take from this world for our use such as herbs and any plants that look safe to eat. And I need you to look for fresh water sources. The rest of the able bodied need to sick around and help around here. Make sure to organize what we have so we know better how to utilize things. Those of you who are too feeble, I will have someone helping me to set pallets up for you so you can rest. For now, though, everyone needs to take this time to rest their weary bodies, even for just an hour. Eat. Drink. Talk. Rejoice and celebrate our lives that we made it to land mostly intact." And then she nodded firmly and moved to get some food for herself and the man. Eventually, she pressed a bowl of the bland goop to Ae'sath.
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Ae'sath
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 30
Appearance: He is adorned with a few Jem's but and his clothes are indicative of a big ranking guard, green eyes and dark skin, 186 cm tall
Equipment: Sword and shield and a water skin
Skills and Abilities: Not a heavy hitter he makes it up by being very agile with the sword
Registered: Aug 17, 2023 16:59:24 GMT -5
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Post by Ae'sath on Sept 21, 2023 18:00:02 GMT -5
Ae'sath was breathing slowly trying do move his chest too much so the pain wouldn't bother him too much, he was frustrated, his ego was more damaged than his body.
Once Nasphie came by with food, Ae'sath nodded his head in appreciation. He didn't too long to eat, once he was done the man would approach Nasphie and he volunteered to set traps around assuring her that his ribs wouldn't get in the way of a simple task like that one.
As he talked to the woman, Ae'sath used small and simple words, he didn't talked more than he needed too. He felt a little nervous around Nasphie even though he could hide that very well, he almost stuttered once or twice and was confused to why that was happening.
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Essa
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 19
Appearance: Her locks are soft and golden, eyes of eyes blue peering from her fae face. She has an inquisitive sort of gaze about her. She wears her hair loose most of the time and it falls to her butt.
Because of the heat, she wears a toga like garment like most of her peers.
Equipment: War Horn
Flag
Pole Axe
Camping Equipment
Leather Armor
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Skills and Abilities: She is the color guard of the Guardians - She knows how to show off the flag with graceful moves during times of recruiting and peace, which also help her to fight.
Basic life skills such as cooking, hunting, trapping, etc
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Biography: She is the daughter of one of the nobles, a quiet woman who tends to observe out of necessity, rather stoic at times. She cane with the fleet of Usqueans and is one of those who was ill at first.
Place of Residence: Adara
Registered: Mar 11, 2024 15:19:05 GMT -5
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Post by Essa on Mar 11, 2024 15:52:46 GMT -5
She was sitting quietly under one of the makeshift tents, half asleep as she tried to eat her food. She sighed softly and tried not to fall asleep in her food. Unfortunately, she did. But at least someone was kind enough to lay her down and set her food nearby in case she woke up enough to eat.
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