Melana Reeves
Established
Time for a new adventure!
Roleplay posts: 13 
Age: 32
Appearance: Melana is tall for a woman, standing at 5'9", and has a generally slender frame that is, nonetheless, abundantly curvaceous, with rounded hips and.. large tracts of land. Her hair is long and formed of loose curls, falling past the small of her back, although she usually wears it in a braid, and is a rich earthy brown color. Perhaps her most striking features are her vivid amethyst eyes and her slightly pointed ears, denoting her half-Fae heritage. Her features are expectedly somewhat elfin, with a small, delicate nose that is slightly upturned at the tip, full lips that are usually smiling, high cheekbones, and pale skin, with a smattering of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks that she inherited from her father. Her hands have fingers that are almost too long to be normal, weathered from years of digging for artefacts and usually stained with ink from her rapacious note taking habits. She tends to wear blouses with a tie about the neck and a fitted vest, a long-tailed coat with an abundance of pockets, and a long skirt divided for ease of mobility and riding horses (when necessary), as well as a pair of sturdy heeled lace-up boots that rise just above her ankles.
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Equipment: Melana always carries a satchel that was magically enlarged on the inside many years ago, allowing her to carry not only her many notebooks, but any artefacts she may discover while carrying out her scholarly pursuits. It also contains her numerous fountain pens and spare pots of ink, and pretty much anything else she may take into her head to stuff into it. She carries several daggers of varying lengths on her person at all times, hidden up her sleeves, in her vest, attached to the belt around her waist, and in the tops of her boots, as well as a couple in holsters around her thighs.
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Skills and Abilities: Melana is a scholar by nature, with a keen mind and a sharp wit. She also knows how to use the knives she carries, but prefers not to do so unless it's absolutely necessary. She can draw, dance, sing, ride horses (when she has to), and has a natural gift for performing acts of sleight of hand. She also speaks a number of languages, and has a knack for figuring out new ones, both written and spoken. She inherited small illusory magics and a bit of pyromancy from her parents, although she doesn't use either very often.
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Biography: Melana was born to Mikhal and Morrigan Reeves shortly after the human mage and Fae were married. Mikhal was the leader of the Mages' Guild in the city-state of Jeroden, and her mother was the leader of the the Merchants' Guild. From the beginning, their exuberant and studious daughter had an obsession with discovering things, even if it was just digging up old pots and various trinkets that had been lost around the ancient family estate on the coast. As she aged, it was wholly natural for her to enroll in Jeroden's acclaimed academy, where she honed her academic skills, and pursued her interests in history, language, and archaeology. She was nineteen when she left her parents and younger brother Miles behind to see more of the world, during which she had numerous adventures while pursuing her scholarly interests. It was this that eventually led her to the shores of the Mistborne Isles.
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Allegiances: Knowledge!
Place of Residence: Wandering.
Registered: Dec 6, 2023 15:06:00 GMT -5
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Post by Melana Reeves on Mar 19, 2024 19:55:50 GMT -5
 The Endless Venture is the ship that brought Melana Reeves and her crew to the shores of the isles, and currently serves as her mobile basecamp for her work. |
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Melana Reeves
Established
Time for a new adventure!
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 32
Appearance: Melana is tall for a woman, standing at 5'9", and has a generally slender frame that is, nonetheless, abundantly curvaceous, with rounded hips and.. large tracts of land. Her hair is long and formed of loose curls, falling past the small of her back, although she usually wears it in a braid, and is a rich earthy brown color. Perhaps her most striking features are her vivid amethyst eyes and her slightly pointed ears, denoting her half-Fae heritage. Her features are expectedly somewhat elfin, with a small, delicate nose that is slightly upturned at the tip, full lips that are usually smiling, high cheekbones, and pale skin, with a smattering of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks that she inherited from her father. Her hands have fingers that are almost too long to be normal, weathered from years of digging for artefacts and usually stained with ink from her rapacious note taking habits. She tends to wear blouses with a tie about the neck and a fitted vest, a long-tailed coat with an abundance of pockets, and a long skirt divided for ease of mobility and riding horses (when necessary), as well as a pair of sturdy heeled lace-up boots that rise just above her ankles.
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Equipment: Melana always carries a satchel that was magically enlarged on the inside many years ago, allowing her to carry not only her many notebooks, but any artefacts she may discover while carrying out her scholarly pursuits. It also contains her numerous fountain pens and spare pots of ink, and pretty much anything else she may take into her head to stuff into it. She carries several daggers of varying lengths on her person at all times, hidden up her sleeves, in her vest, attached to the belt around her waist, and in the tops of her boots, as well as a couple in holsters around her thighs.
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Skills and Abilities: Melana is a scholar by nature, with a keen mind and a sharp wit. She also knows how to use the knives she carries, but prefers not to do so unless it's absolutely necessary. She can draw, dance, sing, ride horses (when she has to), and has a natural gift for performing acts of sleight of hand. She also speaks a number of languages, and has a knack for figuring out new ones, both written and spoken. She inherited small illusory magics and a bit of pyromancy from her parents, although she doesn't use either very often.
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Biography: Melana was born to Mikhal and Morrigan Reeves shortly after the human mage and Fae were married. Mikhal was the leader of the Mages' Guild in the city-state of Jeroden, and her mother was the leader of the the Merchants' Guild. From the beginning, their exuberant and studious daughter had an obsession with discovering things, even if it was just digging up old pots and various trinkets that had been lost around the ancient family estate on the coast. As she aged, it was wholly natural for her to enroll in Jeroden's acclaimed academy, where she honed her academic skills, and pursued her interests in history, language, and archaeology. She was nineteen when she left her parents and younger brother Miles behind to see more of the world, during which she had numerous adventures while pursuing her scholarly interests. It was this that eventually led her to the shores of the Mistborne Isles.
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Allegiances: Knowledge!
Place of Residence: Wandering.
Registered: Dec 6, 2023 15:06:00 GMT -5
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Post by Melana Reeves on Mar 19, 2024 20:01:05 GMT -5
(Currently located outside the Village of Ma'ar in Vinya Lhann.)
Not for the first time, Melana was delighted that the Venture was so swift, and had such a capable crew. Roughly the same time the group she'd been traveling with had arrived in the town, she'd seen the ship's prow coming around the edge of the island, and the vessel itself coasted to a stop just offshore, where it dropped anchor. She asked Cal to make her excuses to the other two ladies, then joined the captain and the crew that had traveled with them and returned to the ship. She wasn't trying to be rude, but she'd seen so many things during their trek, and she simply had to write them down as soon as possible, and sketch what she could remember.
It was this that found the scholar seated at the desk in her cabin, hunched over a trio of notebooks, where she went back and forth from scribbling furiously in one, to sketching in another, to jotting down random thoughts that entered her head in a third. She was so deep in her work that when a knock came at the door, she didn't even bother to look up, thinking it would just be the captain coming to offer her dinner.
"Thank you, captain, but I'm quite busy, I have no time to stop and eat."
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 58 
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Mar 24, 2024 14:26:45 GMT -5
"Not the captain, didn't bring you food, but I can tell you that is wrong. People tend to work better when they aren't starving or dehydrated."
Cal pushed the door to her room open and looked about the cabin with mild curiosity. She'd invited him aboard and he'd agreed, mostly because he missed being on a proper-sized vessel. The yacht was so cramped it was enough to make him prefer dry land.
"I had other excuses to visit but that's a convenient one, put whatever you are working on down and lets get something to eat. Oh and to drink, you guys still have grog I assume? Been a while since I've had a proper mug."
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Melana Reeves
Established
Time for a new adventure!
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 32
Appearance: Melana is tall for a woman, standing at 5'9", and has a generally slender frame that is, nonetheless, abundantly curvaceous, with rounded hips and.. large tracts of land. Her hair is long and formed of loose curls, falling past the small of her back, although she usually wears it in a braid, and is a rich earthy brown color. Perhaps her most striking features are her vivid amethyst eyes and her slightly pointed ears, denoting her half-Fae heritage. Her features are expectedly somewhat elfin, with a small, delicate nose that is slightly upturned at the tip, full lips that are usually smiling, high cheekbones, and pale skin, with a smattering of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks that she inherited from her father. Her hands have fingers that are almost too long to be normal, weathered from years of digging for artefacts and usually stained with ink from her rapacious note taking habits. She tends to wear blouses with a tie about the neck and a fitted vest, a long-tailed coat with an abundance of pockets, and a long skirt divided for ease of mobility and riding horses (when necessary), as well as a pair of sturdy heeled lace-up boots that rise just above her ankles.
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Equipment: Melana always carries a satchel that was magically enlarged on the inside many years ago, allowing her to carry not only her many notebooks, but any artefacts she may discover while carrying out her scholarly pursuits. It also contains her numerous fountain pens and spare pots of ink, and pretty much anything else she may take into her head to stuff into it. She carries several daggers of varying lengths on her person at all times, hidden up her sleeves, in her vest, attached to the belt around her waist, and in the tops of her boots, as well as a couple in holsters around her thighs.
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Skills and Abilities: Melana is a scholar by nature, with a keen mind and a sharp wit. She also knows how to use the knives she carries, but prefers not to do so unless it's absolutely necessary. She can draw, dance, sing, ride horses (when she has to), and has a natural gift for performing acts of sleight of hand. She also speaks a number of languages, and has a knack for figuring out new ones, both written and spoken. She inherited small illusory magics and a bit of pyromancy from her parents, although she doesn't use either very often.
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Biography: Melana was born to Mikhal and Morrigan Reeves shortly after the human mage and Fae were married. Mikhal was the leader of the Mages' Guild in the city-state of Jeroden, and her mother was the leader of the the Merchants' Guild. From the beginning, their exuberant and studious daughter had an obsession with discovering things, even if it was just digging up old pots and various trinkets that had been lost around the ancient family estate on the coast. As she aged, it was wholly natural for her to enroll in Jeroden's acclaimed academy, where she honed her academic skills, and pursued her interests in history, language, and archaeology. She was nineteen when she left her parents and younger brother Miles behind to see more of the world, during which she had numerous adventures while pursuing her scholarly interests. It was this that eventually led her to the shores of the Mistborne Isles.
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Allegiances: Knowledge!
Place of Residence: Wandering.
Registered: Dec 6, 2023 15:06:00 GMT -5
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Post by Melana Reeves on Mar 26, 2024 10:15:08 GMT -5
The voice that replied wasn't immediately familiar, but when she lifted her head and saw Calypso Caliban, she of course remembered the man. How could she not? He was a big, hairy mountain of a man, with a boisterous personality. She gave him a grin, not even slightly perturbed by him simply pushing his way into her cabin, and plucked her spectacles off her nose, setting them on the table in front of her.
"Of course, Mister Caliban, the men are kept in good supply of grog. Let's go topside, I'm sure they're enjoying the labors of their earlier hunt, and will have some to spare for us."
While normally one to focus on her work, she was rather hungry, and she was eager for some new company outside of the crew. Rising from her chair, she started out of the cabin, gently shooing Calypso ahead of her until they reached the deck. Most of the crew was gathered around the already roasted carcass of a few large beasts, what looked to be some kind of elk perhaps, and when they saw her, they cheered their welcome.
"Gentlemen, a tankard of grog for Mister Caliban, and some of that meat for the both of us, if you please."
The captain himself moved to carve some of the meat for two of them, while another crewman filled up a tankard of grog for Calypso, handing it to him while Melana settled herself comfortably atop a coil of rope.
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Apr 8, 2024 14:13:44 GMT -5
Cal allowed himself to be directed without much complaint. The fact it ended with him getting a plate of meat, which was fine, and a cup of grog which was a godsend. It went to show there was good sense in going along with people sometimes. "Why thank you for the hospitality." He said to the captain as he accepted his offered libations, once he was situated on the railing near Melana he turned to her and said.
"So Miss Reeves, what were you hoping to study when you came aboard this ship?" Whatever it was, he doubted it was going to be possible to do so now. At least there might be some value in her efforts going forward. Knowledge was always powerful even if it wasn't always immediately useful.
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Melana Reeves
Established
Time for a new adventure!
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 32
Appearance: Melana is tall for a woman, standing at 5'9", and has a generally slender frame that is, nonetheless, abundantly curvaceous, with rounded hips and.. large tracts of land. Her hair is long and formed of loose curls, falling past the small of her back, although she usually wears it in a braid, and is a rich earthy brown color. Perhaps her most striking features are her vivid amethyst eyes and her slightly pointed ears, denoting her half-Fae heritage. Her features are expectedly somewhat elfin, with a small, delicate nose that is slightly upturned at the tip, full lips that are usually smiling, high cheekbones, and pale skin, with a smattering of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks that she inherited from her father. Her hands have fingers that are almost too long to be normal, weathered from years of digging for artefacts and usually stained with ink from her rapacious note taking habits. She tends to wear blouses with a tie about the neck and a fitted vest, a long-tailed coat with an abundance of pockets, and a long skirt divided for ease of mobility and riding horses (when necessary), as well as a pair of sturdy heeled lace-up boots that rise just above her ankles.
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Equipment: Melana always carries a satchel that was magically enlarged on the inside many years ago, allowing her to carry not only her many notebooks, but any artefacts she may discover while carrying out her scholarly pursuits. It also contains her numerous fountain pens and spare pots of ink, and pretty much anything else she may take into her head to stuff into it. She carries several daggers of varying lengths on her person at all times, hidden up her sleeves, in her vest, attached to the belt around her waist, and in the tops of her boots, as well as a couple in holsters around her thighs.
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Skills and Abilities: Melana is a scholar by nature, with a keen mind and a sharp wit. She also knows how to use the knives she carries, but prefers not to do so unless it's absolutely necessary. She can draw, dance, sing, ride horses (when she has to), and has a natural gift for performing acts of sleight of hand. She also speaks a number of languages, and has a knack for figuring out new ones, both written and spoken. She inherited small illusory magics and a bit of pyromancy from her parents, although she doesn't use either very often.
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Biography: Melana was born to Mikhal and Morrigan Reeves shortly after the human mage and Fae were married. Mikhal was the leader of the Mages' Guild in the city-state of Jeroden, and her mother was the leader of the the Merchants' Guild. From the beginning, their exuberant and studious daughter had an obsession with discovering things, even if it was just digging up old pots and various trinkets that had been lost around the ancient family estate on the coast. As she aged, it was wholly natural for her to enroll in Jeroden's acclaimed academy, where she honed her academic skills, and pursued her interests in history, language, and archaeology. She was nineteen when she left her parents and younger brother Miles behind to see more of the world, during which she had numerous adventures while pursuing her scholarly interests. It was this that eventually led her to the shores of the Mistborne Isles.
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Allegiances: Knowledge!
Place of Residence: Wandering.
Registered: Dec 6, 2023 15:06:00 GMT -5
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Post by Melana Reeves on Apr 21, 2024 18:29:01 GMT -5
When he called her Miss Reeves, Melana visibly flinched, nearly dropping her plate of food and failing entirely to grab the cup of fresh water offered to her by a sailor. She collected herself as she cleared her throat, taking the cup and sipping at its contents, before she turned a wry smile on Calypso.
"I must insist that you call me Melana. Being called Miss Reeves reminds me far too much of being home on my parents' estate."
She loved her parents and brother dearly, even if Miles was rather a stick in the mud, but she'd always hated the way the servants were so formal with her. Especially since literally every single one of them had known her since nearly the moment she was born. Setting her cup beside her feet, she carefully balanced her plate on her knees and set about carving her meal into small bites as she answered his question.
"I'm a historian. I specialize in ancient languages, so most of my time is spent seeking out and exploring ruins. I was hoping to find some here, although if this land is unpopulated..."
That meant there were two possibilities. Either it had always been uninhabited (unlikely, she admitted), or, preferably, its former occupants were long gone. If the latter was the case, the place should be rife with ruins, a possibility that made her positively giddy.[/post]
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Apr 22, 2024 18:11:16 GMT -5
"Of course, I would be happy to oblige and call you Melana but only if you call me Calypso, Miss Reeves."
Cal had a very particular philosophy when it came to how he addressed people. It was actually quite nuanced but for a woman like Melana who would happily address him formally while insisting he be casual, he would always match however he was addressed. It was often the quickest way for things to get less formal.
"And you mean you were just searching for any runes or writing at all? Didn't have a particular destination in mind? I like that, very adventurous. More of an adventuring scholar then?"
He crossed the threshold of her door and started to poke around her room curiously. He showed about as much respect for her personal property as one could expect an honest pirate to, which was to say he didn't pocket anything or riffle through her clothing.
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