Keph
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 22
Appearance: Sporting odd, eye-catching, snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed ‘Master Adventure’: Keph d’Avon!
With a seemingly pure, unending thirst for exploration and a well of eager energy to match it, this short, athletic young man often finds himself in unnecessarily precarious situations. Even so, with all the trouble he gets himself into, a slight smile is most often seen.
Despite being born a mute, most will find him of oddly many words. His soft face is home to a pair of clear, sky-blue eyes; soulful, expressive orbs that constantly complement his exaggerated and somewhat theatrical expressions.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 14:10:27 GMT -5
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Post by Keph on Apr 8, 2021 10:52:42 GMT -5
It took everything she had not to sigh in exasperation at the oddity before her. If he had been manipulating the ink magically that would be one thing, but it appeared to be sentient! Liz leaned up against her griffin as she watched Keph unpack his kit and reorganize it, absent-mindedly inspecting St. George's feathers while she waited. "Have you ever ridden a griffin before? How quickly can you draw? I can only fly so slow before it becomes falling." A griffin?!
There was a loud, pained groan. “Flying?” the ink asked. Naoki must really have it in for him. No doubt, the next task would involve him and an active volcano. A deep, encouraging breath was taken. Right, right, he had to do this. Who else would do this if not him? Step-by-step, he approached the winged creature, fearing he might somehow trigger the beast. So far so good. He looked around… how exactly was he supposed to get on this thing? Eyes wandered to Elizabeth, seeking guidance.
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Wah Doobie
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: Adolescent
Appearance: He's a Kobold with brown scales and seems like a girl with how he acts and dresses.
Equipment: Wah carries with him a mixed bag of various stones he has collected in his life from before the flood.
Skills and Abilities: Wah has great power within him and can control rock and earth in various ways. His first major feat came when he was a younger child and his powers manifested for the first time and he created a landslide that carried him miles away from his home.
Biography: Wah Doobie is a young Kobold who lives with his father and sister, they used to have another brother but he left home years ago and they haven't seen each other since.
For a while, Wah has been training with Ralf Valgard but Skarlet has come to bring him back to New Isra and recruit him for her plans.
Wah must now learn to use his powers in ways that he has never tried before.
Allegiances: Doobie Family, Dux Skarlet
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:41:20 GMT -5
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Post by Wah Doobie on Apr 8, 2021 12:24:45 GMT -5
"Well, in regards to what I can do now... I guess I'll have to try it out and see. I'll go over to the outcropping and get to work training. What goal would you like me to achieve? If I'm not focused on something I might not be as productive in my results, sorry." Wah would stick around a while longer and listen for any more guidance Grandma may offer before getting ready to leave for the outcropping further down the beach. "I'll do my best Ma'am. Cya!" Instead of walking all the way, the youth jumps onto another boulder along the way to ride on. It wasn't very fast to start, Wah closed eyes to feel through his feet the area around the boulder. He imagined the path in front of the boulder and what may be getting in the way and making resistance. Other rocks would block the path, which Wah could just move and he made the boulder go through the sand like it was a ship in water, which Wah was now really used to being on a boat so that helps his visualization. The rock he is riding on picks up speed now and Wah crouches down to keep himself from falling off. With his hands on the boulder, he can really feel connected to it and it kinda felt like he himself was swimming. Wah laughs, he really missed being able to do this, and he felt like he was better at it now than he used to be when he was a kid. Once he gets to his training location, he'll see what his current limits are.
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 11, 2021 11:16:15 GMT -5
On the beach, a large man in pitch black armor heaved onto the shore. He lay there, face down breathing heavily. If one looked closely, one would notice the skeletal designs all over the armor, as well as the skull helmet.
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 11, 2021 13:47:32 GMT -5
Even after attempting to go inland some, Sylvanie found herself directed by the geography of the land back near the shore. At first she was slightly annoyed, deciding to go straight inland, instead of following the land.
Or, at least, that was her plan, before she spots tents nearby, along with...perhaps a river? "Oh thank the seasons." She exclaims to herself, before kneeling down and kissing the ground. "Thank you island, this is exactly what I needed." She whispers, before half-walking, half-skipping down the shoreline, heading towards and into the mass of tents that, unknown to her, was Port Argentium.
The first thing she noticed as she went along the shore, however, was the man in full armor washed up on the beach. She rushes up to him and kneels beside his face down body. She goes to roll him over, but stops before she lays a hand on the armor. Probably iron or steel. She thinks warily.
"Um, are you okay?" She asks, hoping the armored figure was awake, or at the very least alive.
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 11, 2021 13:56:06 GMT -5
Even after attempting to go inland some, Sylvanie found herself directed by the geography of the land back near the shore. At first she was slightly annoyed, deciding to go straight inland, instead of following the land. Or, at least, that was her plan, before she spots tents nearby, along with...perhaps a river? "Oh thank the seasons." She exclaims to herself, before kneeling down and kissing the ground. "Thank you island, this is exactly what I needed." She whispers, before half-walking, half-skipping down the shoreline, heading towards and into the mass of tents that, unknown to her, was Port Argentium. The first thing she noticed as she went along the shore, however, was the man in full armor washed up on the beach. She rushes up to him and kneels beside his face down body. She goes to roll him over, but stops before she lays a hand on the armor. Probably iron or steel. She thinks warily. "Um, are you okay?" She asks, hoping the armored figure was awake, or at the very least alive.
She would be surprised when he suddenly erupted in flames, the heat puring from the joints in the armor. The flames wouldn't hurt Sylvanie and but it would be more than enough to surprise her.
He rolled over with a cough, his helmet sliding off his head and rolling a couple feet away. His face was relatively handsome, a square jaw and short brown hair giving him a roman look. His eyes were still closed however.
He coughed again. "Wh- where the hell am I?" he asked, not opening his eyes.
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 11, 2021 14:04:13 GMT -5
Even after attempting to go inland some, Sylvanie found herself directed by the geography of the land back near the shore. At first she was slightly annoyed, deciding to go straight inland, instead of following the land. Or, at least, that was her plan, before she spots tents nearby, along with...perhaps a river? "Oh thank the seasons." She exclaims to herself, before kneeling down and kissing the ground. "Thank you island, this is exactly what I needed." She whispers, before half-walking, half-skipping down the shoreline, heading towards and into the mass of tents that, unknown to her, was Port Argentium. The first thing she noticed as she went along the shore, however, was the man in full armor washed up on the beach. She rushes up to him and kneels beside his face down body. She goes to roll him over, but stops before she lays a hand on the armor. Probably iron or steel. She thinks warily. "Um, are you okay?" She asks, hoping the armored figure was awake, or at the very least alive.
She would be surprised when he suddenly erupted in flames, the heat puring from the joints in the armor. The flames wouldn't hurt Sylvanie and but it would be more than enough to surprise her.
He rolled over with a cough, his helmet sliding off his head and rolling a couple feet away. His face was relatively handsome, a square jaw and short brown hair giving him a roman look. His eyes were still closed however.
He coughed again. "Wh- where the hell am I?" he asked, not opening his eyes.
"Gah!" She lets out a startled half-yell as she falls back onto her behind and scoots back away from him. Once she sees the face, though, she calms. At the very least he wasn't some skull-headed demon, so that was a plus. "Well, that's a shame." Sylvanie mused in a sing-songy voice as she stood up quickly. "That's what I was going to ask you!"
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 11, 2021 14:08:37 GMT -5
She would be surprised when he suddenly erupted in flames, the heat puring from the joints in the armor. The flames wouldn't hurt Sylvanie and but it would be more than enough to surprise her.
He rolled over with a cough, his helmet sliding off his head and rolling a couple feet away. His face was relatively handsome, a square jaw and short brown hair giving him a roman look. His eyes were still closed however.
He coughed again. "Wh- where the hell am I?" he asked, not opening his eyes.
"Gah!" She lets out a startled half-yell as she falls back onto her behind and scoots back away from him. Once she sees the face, though, she calms. At the very least he wasn't some skull-headed demon, so that was a plus. "Well, that's a shame." Sylvanie mused in a sing-songy voice as she stood up quickly. "That's what I was going to ask you!" "damn....." he muttered as his eyes opened. If she noticed, she would she that his pupils and iris were nearly the same color, quite decidedly unnatural. He sat up, his armor still flaming. He looked at her, and extended a hand for a shake, small flames flickering around it.
"Thuratiphel" he said, waiting or her to shake.
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 11, 2021 16:56:15 GMT -5
"Gah!" She lets out a startled half-yell as she falls back onto her behind and scoots back away from him. Once she sees the face, though, she calms. At the very least he wasn't some skull-headed demon, so that was a plus. "Well, that's a shame." Sylvanie mused in a sing-songy voice as she stood up quickly. "That's what I was going to ask you!" "damn....." he muttered as his eyes opened. If she noticed, she would she that his pupils and iris were nearly the same color, quite decidedly unnatural. He sat up, his armor still flaming. He looked at her, and extended a hand for a shake, small flames flickering around it.
"Thuratiphel" he said, waiting or her to shake.
Sylvanie smiles awkwardly as she does a slight curtsy. "Uh, Sylvanie Autumndaughter, well met." She says. "But, uh, quick question: your hand, the glove on it isn't iron, right?" She asks, raising her hand tentatively, as if she wanted to shake it, but was apprehensive about it.
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 11, 2021 17:05:11 GMT -5
"damn....." he muttered as his eyes opened. If she noticed, she would she that his pupils and iris were nearly the same color, quite decidedly unnatural. He sat up, his armor still flaming. He looked at her, and extended a hand for a shake, small flames flickering around it.
"Thuratiphel" he said, waiting or her to shake.
Sylvanie smiles awkwardly as she does a slight curtsy. "Uh, Sylvanie Autumndaughter, well met." She says. "But, uh, quick question: your hand, the glove on it isn't iron, right?" She asks, raising her hand tentatively, as if she wanted to shake it, but was apprehensive about it. "Ceremite. Zirconium." he says, not moving his hand any, his odd eyes staring straight through her. Perhaps he was blind?
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Landfall!
Apr 11, 2021 17:21:05 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 11, 2021 17:21:05 GMT -5
Sylvanie smiles awkwardly as she does a slight curtsy. "Uh, Sylvanie Autumndaughter, well met." She says. "But, uh, quick question: your hand, the glove on it isn't iron, right?" She asks, raising her hand tentatively, as if she wanted to shake it, but was apprehensive about it. "Ceremite. Zirconium." he says, not moving his hand any, his odd eyes staring straight through her. Perhaps he was blind? She lets out a breath of relief, accepting the handshake as she remembers the flames didn’t hurt her before, so why should it now? “So, do you have any ideas on how you ended up wherever here is, Mr. Thuratiphel?” She asks.
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 11, 2021 17:32:10 GMT -5
"Ceremite. Zirconium." he says, not moving his hand any, his odd eyes staring straight through her. Perhaps he was blind? She lets out a breath of relief, accepting the handshake as she remembers the flames didn’t hurt her before, so why should it now? “So, do you have any ideas on how you ended up wherever here is, Mr. Thuratiphel?” She asks. "I... am not allow to tell what my purpose is, but I can say that I was passing through when my ability to fly was stripped from me, along with many of my other powers. Thus I landed in the sea." He didn't stop staring at her open eyed, blank stared.
"You wouldn't happen to see where my helmet went did you?'
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Landfall!
Apr 11, 2021 17:49:16 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 11, 2021 17:49:16 GMT -5
She lets out a breath of relief, accepting the handshake as she remembers the flames didn’t hurt her before, so why should it now? “So, do you have any ideas on how you ended up wherever here is, Mr. Thuratiphel?” She asks. "I... am not allow to tell what my purpose is, but I can say that I was passing through when my ability to fly was stripped from me, along with many of my other powers. Thus I landed in the sea." He didn't stop staring at her open eyed, blank stared.
"You wouldn't happen to see where my helmet went did you?'
Sylvanie notices to helmet and kneels down to pick it up, hesitating before touching it. “It is the same makeup as your hand armor, I assume?” She asks.
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 11, 2021 17:55:03 GMT -5
"I... am not allow to tell what my purpose is, but I can say that I was passing through when my ability to fly was stripped from me, along with many of my other powers. Thus I landed in the sea." He didn't stop staring at her open eyed, blank stared.
"You wouldn't happen to see where my helmet went did you?'
Sylvanie notices to helmet and kneels down to pick it up, hesitating before touching it. “It is the same makeup as your hand armor, I assume?” She asks. "For the most part. The only iron is in the lens mountings" he stated, holding his hand out for the helmet.
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
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Landfall!
Apr 11, 2021 18:32:37 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 11, 2021 18:32:37 GMT -5
Sylvanie notices to helmet and kneels down to pick it up, hesitating before touching it. “It is the same makeup as your hand armor, I assume?” She asks. "For the most part. The only iron is in the lens mountings" he stated, holding his hand out for the helmet. Sylvanie relaxes upon hearing this and picks up the helm, avoiding the specified area. She stands, then places the helmet into his outstretched hand. "Sorry for so many questions, I have an...allergy. To iron."
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 11, 2021 18:44:03 GMT -5
"For the most part. The only iron is in the lens mountings" he stated, holding his hand out for the helmet. Sylvanie relaxes upon hearing this and picks up the helm, avoiding the specified area. She stands, then places the helmet into his outstretched hand. "Sorry for so many questions, I have an...allergy. To iron." He nodded, and attached his helmet, snapping it into place. "Ah.... that's b etter, now I can see... ah, that explains it. You're fae, aren't you?"
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