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 18:48:52 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 11, 2021 18:48:52 GMT -5
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?" Her wings flutter a bit, obviously a bit too small to hold up her own body weight. She looks away. "...half, mother's side." She says quickly. "They called me a faeschild." She looks back up at the armored man. "And what of you? You seem human...mostly, but that's quite the suit you sport."
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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 18:52:36 GMT -5
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?" Her wings flutter a bit, obviously a bit too small to hold up her own body weight. She looks away. "...half, mother's side." She says quickly. "They called me a faeschild." She looks back up at the armored man. "And what of you? You seem human...mostly, but that's quite the suit you sport." Thuratiphel chuckled a bit internally at the tiny wings. Kind of cute, all being told.
"That.... is a long story. Let's just say I was once would most would call... an Angel." he said, with a side nod of his head.
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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 18:58:50 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 11, 2021 18:58:50 GMT -5
Her wings flutter a bit, obviously a bit too small to hold up her own body weight. She looks away. "...half, mother's side." She says quickly. "They called me a faeschild." She looks back up at the armored man. "And what of you? You seem human...mostly, but that's quite the suit you sport." Thuratiphel chuckled a bit internally at the tiny wings. Kind of cute, all being told.
"That.... is a long story. Let's just say I was once would most would call... an Angel." he said, with a side nod of his head.
Sylvanie nods vigorously, her serious face letting Thuratiphel know that she knows exactly what one of these 'angles' are. "I see..." She responds thoughtfully.
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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 19:02:57 GMT -5
Thuratiphel chuckled a bit internally at the tiny wings. Kind of cute, all being told.
"That.... is a long story. Let's just say I was once would most would call... an Angel." he said, with a side nod of his head.
Sylvanie nods vigorously, her serious face letting Thuratiphel know that she knows exactly what one of these 'angles' are. "I see..." She responds thoughtfully. "but..." he said, holding the breath a moment, "no longer. I suppose for now I'm trapped on this island. I cannot fly off the island, nor can I swim for long."
He paused a moment, before continuing "I suppose you are here under similar circumstances?"
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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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Apr 11, 2021 19:12:59 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 11, 2021 19:12:59 GMT -5
Sylvanie nods vigorously, her serious face letting Thuratiphel know that she knows exactly what one of these 'angles' are. "I see..." She responds thoughtfully. "but..." he said, holding the breath a moment, "no longer. I suppose for now I'm trapped on this island. I cannot fly off the island, nor can I swim for long."
He paused a moment, before continuing "I suppose you are here under similar circumstances?"
Sylvanie is silent for a moment. "I'm...not entirely sure. I remember going about my day, then so much salty water, then waking up here, spitting up the sea and with half my magic gone." She tells Thuratiphel. "I was hoping someone here could tell me what all happened and what this place is. Maybe find others from my home, too."
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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.
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Apr 11, 2021 19:27:18 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 11, 2021 19:27:18 GMT -5
"but..." he said, holding the breath a moment, "no longer. I suppose for now I'm trapped on this island. I cannot fly off the island, nor can I swim for long."
He paused a moment, before continuing "I suppose you are here under similar circumstances?"
Sylvanie is silent for a moment. "I'm...not entirely sure. I remember going about my day, then so much salty water, then waking up here, spitting up the sea and with half my magic gone." She tells Thuratiphel. "I was hoping someone here could tell me what all happened and what this place is. Maybe find others from my home, too." "Maybe we will, maybe we won't." He stood up, unfolding into his full 7+ feet tall height. "For now, we need to find a settlement. Hopefully we're not the only ones here."
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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 19:39:21 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 11, 2021 19:39:21 GMT -5
Sylvanie is silent for a moment. "I'm...not entirely sure. I remember going about my day, then so much salty water, then waking up here, spitting up the sea and with half my magic gone." She tells Thuratiphel. "I was hoping someone here could tell me what all happened and what this place is. Maybe find others from my home, too." "Maybe we will, maybe we won't." He stood up, unfolding into his full 7+ feet tall height. "For now, we need to find a settlement. Hopefully we're not the only ones here." Trying to be helpful, the significantly shorter Sylvanie pointed at the settlement that had caught her eye before Thuratiphel himself had on the beach, maintaining eye contact. "Like that one on the river side?"
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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 19:46:41 GMT -5
"Maybe we will, maybe we won't." He stood up, unfolding into his full 7+ feet tall height. "For now, we need to find a settlement. Hopefully we're not the only ones here." Trying to be helpful, the significantly shorter Sylvanie pointed at the settlement that had caught her eye before Thuratiphel himself had on the beach, maintaining eye contact. "Like that one on the river side?" Thuratiphel turned and looked towards where she pointed. "Well, that was easier than I was expecting." He turned back to Sylvanie, "shall we?"
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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 19:49:50 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 11, 2021 19:49:50 GMT -5
Trying to be helpful, the significantly shorter Sylvanie pointed at the settlement that had caught her eye before Thuratiphel himself had on the beach, maintaining eye contact. "Like that one on the river side?" Thuratiphel turned and looked towards where she pointed. "Well, that was easier than I was expecting." He turned back to Sylvanie, "shall we?" She looks him in the eyes and smiles. "I think we shall. No better place to start!" With that, Sylvanie begins skip-walking towards the town to be.
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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 19:54:10 GMT -5
Thuratiphel turned and looked towards where she pointed. "Well, that was easier than I was expecting." He turned back to Sylvanie, "shall we?" She looks him in the eyes and smiles. "I think we shall. No better place to start!" With that, Sylvanie begins skip-walking towards the town to be. "Well, she seems cheery enough considering the circumstances." He thought. He quickly followed, his long strides leading him to catch up to and begin to overtake her.
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
Currently online.
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Post by Grandma on Apr 13, 2021 7:46:06 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. “Try focusing on breaking the rocks in half with your power or shattering them. I don’t know what method’s you usually use, but perhaps visualizing them breaking apart would help… The mind is a powerful tool when it comes to casting magic.” Pausing for a moment, Grandma considered the fact Wah Doobie simply might lack the ability to shatter rocks in such a manner. It would be rather unfortunate to leave him hanging if that ended up being the case. “If you find yourself unable to do that, the next best thing would be practicing using another rock to shatter them. You can certainly do that, it will just be a matter of training your endurance and getting them to accelerate fast enough.” Watching as Wah Doobie took off across the beach on a boulder, Grandma let out a bemused chuckle. That kobold was quite the character… Following after him at a slow pace, she continued to pick up suitably shaped rocks as she trailed after Wah Doobie, arriving several minutes after him at the rocky outcropping. She had already given her suggestions to him, so it would be best to simply watch for now.
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Apr 13, 2021 12:09:30 GMT -5
Prior to the Flood, Adrian and his wife Cerridwyn von Heschburg embarked on a journey to the Isran Empire. Although the trip was officially a diplomatic mission, the von Heschburgs deserved a much-needed vacation from the day-to-day affairs of their province. Terra and Hansel had, fortunately, tagged along. Just as the family arrived in Isra a torrential downpour drowned the land and an impenetrable fog blanketed the vast ocean that formed. They were lucky to have boarded the Depravity, despite not being official citizens of the Empire. But Adrian had once been the Komtur of the Free City Chapter House, and had met Empress Naoki in the past. But rather than bother anyone, the von Heschburgs kept to themselves and persevered through the hardships wrought upon everyone aboard. Adrian spent the journey holding and comforting his wife for the most part. Though many thought they had lost their whole world in the Flood, his whole world was wrapped in his arms every night. Terra was a strong girl and handled the seemingly hopeless situation well enough for her age, and Hansel looked up to her and took solace in her confidence. There was no lack of love or affection given to his family. Eventually the fog cleared and land was spotted. Adrian brought the family above deck and they rejoiced together. The former Knight-Brother had grown sick of endless sailing. He did not hesitate to lead his family to the dinghies and sail to the shore, along with some supplies and his imperial longsword. "We will make a home here, for now," he told Cerri as they rowed to shore. "Among the Israns. I think I should find Naoki sooner rather than later, and let her know I am here. Perhaps you can come with me to meet the Empress? Terra might enjoy that. I should offer aid, if she needs it."
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Elizabeth Finch
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Appearance: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise, her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her sword, a previously powerful and ancient Elven Blade, is now merely ancient, its abilities constrained to the occasional spark of electricity and its ability to shapeshift into a wrist band.
Skills and Abilities: She is a consummate swordswoman and rider, having trained from a very young age to not only fight mounted, but to lead mounted forces in battle. She can ride almost any creature and fight while mounted on it with minimal issues. On the ground she is a good soldier, but mounted she is exceptional.
Biography: She is incredibly strong-willed and stubborn, unlikely to change her course without very good reason. She has a good heart and does what she believes is best, but is not afraid of sacrifice. She is very aggressivee, even reckless, and has little concern for her own safety. She can be cold, distant, and arrogant when around people she doesn't know.
Registered: Mar 17, 2021 10:35:29 GMT -5
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Apr 13, 2021 17:25:59 GMT -5
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. The "beast" regarded Keph with a look that might be disdain, as if he could sense the man-ink's hesitation to fly. Liz shared a quick look with the griffin, a sly smile that was hidden from Keph. "Yes, flying, Mr. Keph's ink. It is a far more efficient manner to gather reconnaissance of our surrounding territory." She walked over to adjust St. George's saddle, letting the second set of stirrups fall down. "You'll use that to mount up. Not much different from a horse honestly. Focus on map-making, there's a strap you can use to tie yourself on, that'll keep you from falling off. It'll be an easy flight, I have yet to see anything that dangerous in the skies."
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 21
Appearance: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Skills and Abilities: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Lady like things:
Singing, lute and harp playing
Embroidery, sewing, weaving
Botany for medicinal healing
Running a household behind the scenes
Etc.
Hidden natural magics, does not use spells
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Biography: She is a young lady of noble status who, by outward appearances, is well mannered, obedient, and soft spoken as ladies should be... But inside, she has a real fire in her heart!
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 11:34:35 GMT -5
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Apr 18, 2021 17:44:09 GMT -5
Prior to the Flood, Adrian and his wife Cerridwyn von Heschburg embarked on a journey to the Isran Empire. Although the trip was officially a diplomatic mission, the von Heschburgs deserved a much-needed vacation from the day-to-day affairs of their province. Terra and Hansel had, fortunately, tagged along. Just as the family arrived in Isra a torrential downpour drowned the land and an impenetrable fog blanketed the vast ocean that formed. They were lucky to have boarded the Depravity, despite not being official citizens of the Empire. But Adrian had once been the Komtur of the Free City Chapter House, and had met Empress Naoki in the past. But rather than bother anyone, the von Heschburgs kept to themselves and persevered through the hardships wrought upon everyone aboard. Adrian spent the journey holding and comforting his wife for the most part. Though many thought they had lost their whole world in the Flood, his whole world was wrapped in his arms every night. Terra was a strong girl and handled the seemingly hopeless situation well enough for her age, and Hansel looked up to her and took solace in her confidence. There was no lack of love or affection given to his family. Eventually the fog cleared and land was spotted. Adrian brought the family above deck and they rejoiced together. The former Knight-Brother had grown sick of endless sailing. He did not hesitate to lead his family to the dinghies and sail to the shore, along with some supplies and his imperial longsword. "We will make a home here, for now," he told Cerri as they rowed to shore. "Among the Israns. I think I should find Naoki sooner rather than later, and let her know I am here. Perhaps you can come with me to meet the Empress? Terra might enjoy that. I should offer aid, if she needs it." By the time they made it to land, Cerri had wept on her husband's shoulder silently even as Terra and Hansel seemed happy and excited to see daylight. She had not seen such a beautiful sight in a long time and wanted to kiss the sand. "I am so glad we finally made it here... wherever here is," she said to Adrian as the dinghy moved toward the shore. Her hand was on the small round of her belly where the babe still grew, thankfully.
"I would not mind meeting the Empress, no," she replied.
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Mariah Scarlett
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Appearance: Tall and lean, built like an athlete with dark skin and eyes. Straight black hair that she wears in a long ponytail.
Equipment: A pair of golden bracelets infused with magic. She can manifest the magic within herself, temporarily altering her appearance and increasing her physical abilities. Furthermore, the bracelets transform into a pair of bladed chakrams, which return to her when thrown. The magic of the bracelets also manifest in the form of a butterfly that accompanies her on her journeys.
Skills and Abilities: A trained assassin, she's experienced in close quarters combat, keeping track of targets in urban environments, and extracting information from willing and unwilling targets.
Biography: For many years Mars worked as an assassin and bounty hunter, killing at the discretion of others. The flood may have washed away her old hunting grounds, but people always need an assassin, do they not?
Allegiances: Herself and her clients
Registered: Apr 14, 2021 18:33:29 GMT -5
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Post by Mariah Scarlett on Apr 20, 2021 21:47:53 GMT -5
Mariah is the first to step foot on land, enjoying the squish of sand under her boots for the first time in weeks. She can't help but smile as she helps others off from the launch, a genuine one even. She moves away from the others after the first few are onto land, hiking a ways up the beach.
It looked like there was some sort of encampment further down by the river, not to mention plenty of land to go around far into the distance. Who knew how many people were already here. Were they natives? Maybe all just refugees like herself. Didn't matter much. Where there were people, there was work to be found. The thought made her smile all over again.
Lost in thought, she idly looks up the beach, looking for any signs of previous arrivals.
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