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 Jul 10, 2021 11:04:40 GMT -5
"Well, that's gruesome."
Calypso says dryly as he peers over the edge of the boat at the thrashing creature. The damn thing managed to rip itself free of the hook but it left a lot of skin behind. A wound that size exposed to the open seawater, even in the warm water of the lagoon, would see the creature dead soon enough. It was losing a lot of blood to the water, salt getting into the wound, jeez it looked like the thing wasn't having a good time.
"You know..."
Cal says looking at the hunk of flesh dangling from the hook.
"I'm not sure if I want to even try and eat that."
Cause those things looked nasty as hell.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jul 11, 2021 13:31:15 GMT -5
She felt like she was swallowing her own tongue. Saela's reaction to the dying creature was similar to Cal's, if not more as she gave up her breakfast. It was disgusting and twisted her stomach, a cold shiver pulsing from her spine and across her body. She wiped her mouth and looked at Cal, "Lech- should I let go of the rope now?"
Saela looked wearily at Cutthroat and asked, "Is that it? Did we win? I just want to lie down... and not be awake for a while... I don't think I'll have an appetite for a while..."
She would let go of the rope if Cal said 'yes' to her question, then promptly falling onto her rear and letting out a relieved sigh. Her bodying relaxing as she let go of her posture, before laying on the deck.
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Cutthroat
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Appearance: Cutthroat flashes a menagerie of shades that vary during her mood or her will, though she is commonly seen with a silvery sheen. Her eyes, though they seem black and predatory from a distance, shine with the same brilliance as the milky way at night when viewed closely. The pupils dilate between circles and slits. Though the floating mop on her head seems like hair, they are actually flat cilia that slide through the water as effortlessly as she does. Two large fins branch off from the sides of her head and the back of her neck. Running from the top of her head down to her tail, tapering off, is a very large crested fin that is normally pressed tightly against her back. She has a long, flat tail ending with a stiff, crested fin. Scales cover her entire body, save for spots along her chest, shoulders, face, and stomach. Her teeth are triangular razors lining her mouth. Lining her arms are sharp, knifelike spikes used to slice prey as she swims by them.
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Skills and Abilities: Cutthroat is fast. She's one of the fastest creatures in the sea when she's at a sprint, moving at fifty miles per hour at her swiftest. She's also apt at using the natural weapons of her body: the knifelike appendages that line her arms. She was named for a particularly fantastic ability to aim for the throat of her prey.
Registered: Jun 9, 2021 23:30:15 GMT -5
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Post by Cutthroat on Jul 13, 2021 16:16:15 GMT -5
'Suit yourself,' came the voice as Cutthroat slithered back into the water. 'I will cut it open. Your human tendencies are weak.'
As fish often do when they die, the stalker had floated to the bottom in a mist of red. It still had some life in it, and that Cutthroat could understand. The sensors around her nose and cheeks could pick up the faintest signs of life still igniting in the creature's body. It's why she came up behind it, instead. It's why she brandished the spines on her arms and sunk it into the base of its skull, rendering it dead.
From there, she proceeded to dissect the creature with her claws and created a sizeable slice in its abdomen. She sunk her arm inside of it and fished around, looking for something specific. Once she found it, she pulled out a fist-sized organ, bright red and lined with veins.
She swam back up to the surface and chucked it on deck, but did not climb back on, herself. Her fins flared.
'We are in trouble. It was, indeed, a juvenile.'
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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 Jul 13, 2021 16:48:14 GMT -5
"Excuse me for not wanting to put whatever the fuck that is into my mouth fishie. But I try to avoid eating things that remind me of the tainted asshole of Leviathan in the pits of hell."
The line was delivered with such deadpan sarcasm that it might take his words a moment to hit. That or perhaps the translation spell didn't work on wildly floral ways of phrasing the sentiment, that thing was too gross to eat.
Either way, it appeared as though Cutthroat had no such qualms as she dived into the water and dug into with her knife. Which just looked like a splendid time, casting his gaze over to Saela he says with a snort.
"We won the battle, I'll get back to you on the war and if you need to puke birdie, be a dear and do it over the rails."
Mostly because Cutthroat appeared to have come up with a rather unappetizing looking slab of meat. Which she then tossed onto the deck of his ship, lovely.
"I assume that the trouble is going to come from some alive relation."
Cal drolls as he folds his arm.
"And why exactly did you need to throw that onto my deck to give me this revelation? Or is that just the best part of that monstrosity?"
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Cutthroat
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Appearance: Cutthroat flashes a menagerie of shades that vary during her mood or her will, though she is commonly seen with a silvery sheen. Her eyes, though they seem black and predatory from a distance, shine with the same brilliance as the milky way at night when viewed closely. The pupils dilate between circles and slits. Though the floating mop on her head seems like hair, they are actually flat cilia that slide through the water as effortlessly as she does. Two large fins branch off from the sides of her head and the back of her neck. Running from the top of her head down to her tail, tapering off, is a very large crested fin that is normally pressed tightly against her back. She has a long, flat tail ending with a stiff, crested fin. Scales cover her entire body, save for spots along her chest, shoulders, face, and stomach. Her teeth are triangular razors lining her mouth. Lining her arms are sharp, knifelike spikes used to slice prey as she swims by them.
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Skills and Abilities: Cutthroat is fast. She's one of the fastest creatures in the sea when she's at a sprint, moving at fifty miles per hour at her swiftest. She's also apt at using the natural weapons of her body: the knifelike appendages that line her arms. She was named for a particularly fantastic ability to aim for the throat of her prey.
Registered: Jun 9, 2021 23:30:15 GMT -5
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Post by Cutthroat on Jul 26, 2021 14:48:24 GMT -5
'If you are partial to eggbearers, yes. I believe that would be the case with you.' A smirk slithered across Cutthroat's lips.
The merfolk gazed over her shoulder, where the tide was beginning to rise over the rocks to allow them out.
To allow things in.
Her smile vanished as her fins flattened against her skin. 'You need to leave,' she relayed through the spell. 'Stalkers this young do not stray from their parents for long. I thought this was a bit too easy. You would not want to run into them.'
Gently, she looked in the direction where she thought Saela lay. 'She is already weak. I am injured. You are one sailor. I can draw them away for some time. Until you find somewhere better to moor.'
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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 Aug 3, 2021 18:01:59 GMT -5
Glancing over Saela's way he cocks a slight eyebrow. He wasn't sure if the girl had just passed out or was so tired she wasn't looking up. Either way, he wasn't going to fault her for not want to see the gory mess that was currently on his deck.
"That fishie sounds like an absolutely marvellous way to get yourself killed. If we were lucky to only run into juveniles then I think our best bet is to get out of her as a group the moment the tide allows for it. I'll prep a ritual to direct the wind, however dangerous these things are they aren't going ta be faster than a ship like this with a full head of wind in her sails. Nor will they be able to keep pace even if they could manage it."
Because wind and sail never got tired but flesh and bone certainly did.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Aug 5, 2021 14:50:12 GMT -5
Saela, was as it were unconscious, her breath held steady and her eyes closed. Unlike the situation at the moment, she seemed quite peaceful.
She was sat on a finely carved chair at a large dinner table. Miss Elannore felt her heavy eyelids begin to open to the rather lavish and ornate meal before her. A delicious steak dipped in a savory, but sweet, sauce of a caramel color, dressed neatly on greens which were say on a marbled ceramic plate. Truly it was a one of a kind meal.
"Saela what do you think?" A soft hushed voice came from her left. She knew the voice, it was her mother's. "Will you take the offer? You should! Afterall, think of the family dear, think of how your place in this home would promote and benefit your father's business."
Saela picked up her fork and began to eat. She took a small bite-sized portion of the steak, placing it her mouth and using her left hand to cover her mouth as she ate. She took a moment to compose herself, before answering in a quiet whisper to her mother. "It is neither the time or the place mother."
Her mother's reaction was well expected, a cold sharp glare overcame her composure as her eyes darkened. Even if expected, the look her mother gave her, still sent sharp cold shocks up and down her spine. It was when her mother gave her faces like these that usually scared Saela into acting as her mother wanted. Saela had grown a fair bit of a backbone in these last few months, no longer acting asher parents wanted her to, although moments like these still made her nervous and her heart beat faster than it should. It was hard to wear the calm face in moments like these. Her mask almost falling off the moment her mother glared at her.
"We will discuss this again at another time."
Saela felt a slight sigh of relief escape her lips. This was afterall a marriage interview that her father had set up for her, in hope that she would be married off to the lord's son, earning her family a better position in this aristocracy. Politics. That was her father's motivation for securing his family's future. The smile she once saw as a child disappeared years ago after she turned eighteen, that was two years ago and it was fairly uncertain if girls of her age would even find themselves a husband. Saela for all of her intentions had already planned on making sure it never went through. For one, she never knew the man; second, she was never interested. Granted, she would give her father this; she never did have a plan for her life moving forwards. She simply knew that this wasn't what she wanted in life.
They were at the lord's manor, inside his rather esquisite dining hall, with a large enough table for their two families and many of the extended relatives. It was clear to her from the manor, why her father wanted her to marry this young man. It was an easy access to a whole network of people he could build good relations to.
The dinner itself was rather dull, the atmosphere filled with her father's and the lord's political ramblings, and her mother silent nagging. After the dinner, the interview took to a vivid blue sitting room. The wooden chairs in there were all of high make and design, featuring many floral patterns on their sides and cushions. Her father's political rant continued further and she could tell by her father's tone that there was some heat in his voice. Perhaps it was possible that she didn't need to act up to end this interview here and there.
"Dear... shouldn't calm down. We are the guests afterall." Her mother spoke, her tone encouraging Saela's father to cool down.
"My apologies." He said, bowing his head slightly, "My temper got the better of me."
"Father you weren't wrong." Saela interjected, "I don't see why you should apologise."
"Saela!" Her mother gasped, her eyes filled worry that she may have just cost them the interview.
Saela's father turned his head, "Saela... Now it not the time."
"You let your daughter entertain politics?" the noble asked.
"She just overhears my rambles." Her father explained.
"I thought I read about them from my books." Saela answered, "Or is my reading another thing you didn't want me to talk about?" Saela directed her gaze towards her mother. At this point, Saela doubt the interview would be recovered. She had likely sabotaged it enough. Her mother's look of despair, of her daughter's actions told her that.
Saela shifted in her passed out state, rolling to her side, as if to adjust herself to a more comfortable position. If one paid attention they would see as tears formed at the creases where her eyelids met, before trailing down her lashes onto her cheeks.
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Cutthroat
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Appearance: Cutthroat flashes a menagerie of shades that vary during her mood or her will, though she is commonly seen with a silvery sheen. Her eyes, though they seem black and predatory from a distance, shine with the same brilliance as the milky way at night when viewed closely. The pupils dilate between circles and slits. Though the floating mop on her head seems like hair, they are actually flat cilia that slide through the water as effortlessly as she does. Two large fins branch off from the sides of her head and the back of her neck. Running from the top of her head down to her tail, tapering off, is a very large crested fin that is normally pressed tightly against her back. She has a long, flat tail ending with a stiff, crested fin. Scales cover her entire body, save for spots along her chest, shoulders, face, and stomach. Her teeth are triangular razors lining her mouth. Lining her arms are sharp, knifelike spikes used to slice prey as she swims by them.
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Skills and Abilities: Cutthroat is fast. She's one of the fastest creatures in the sea when she's at a sprint, moving at fifty miles per hour at her swiftest. She's also apt at using the natural weapons of her body: the knifelike appendages that line her arms. She was named for a particularly fantastic ability to aim for the throat of her prey.
Registered: Jun 9, 2021 23:30:15 GMT -5
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Post by Cutthroat on Aug 6, 2021 21:40:39 GMT -5
'Good thought. I will cling to the boat until I cannot anymore or until one surprises us and knocks me off.' Cutthroat blinked her eyes in faux innocence and admiration. It melted into a sneer. 'A spell to make me like you would be more useful if that is your plan. Our leader was working on such a spell, but I am no mystic.'
When her sentences became wordier and were less about conveying emotion, Calypso might have noticed that she used more hand symbols and motions with her arms in tandem with the odd noises she made. The word 'mystic' was a pass from her shoulder, palm outward, through an arc in the air in front of her.
'My plan works better for me to survive.'
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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 Aug 7, 2021 14:21:45 GMT -5
"I mean, if you think you can outrun and outpace them by my guest to throw yourselves to the monsters Fishie."
Cal drawls out lazily giving her a look that says he finds her stubbornness more amusing than anything else.
"Personally, I think opting to jump off the boat to lead them off smacks of jumping off the back of a carriage to lead away a pack of wolves. Self-sacrificing but you know, not needed in the least. Still, I ain't yer captain and if the convenience of using a bucket of water to keep you alive on deck is too convenient of a way to keep you alive that you must fling yourself into the sea and run off be my guest."
The man drawls up as he goes over and crouches by Saela. The young woman had, apparently, passed out and seemed to be dreaming. Patting her lightly on the cheek he says softly.
"Sorry, I was right. War ain't over biride, we've got work to do."
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Aug 17, 2021 19:25:56 GMT -5
Saela's cheek was warm to the touch, her lashs black and feathery. Her eyes opened slowly, Calypso immediately stealing her focus. She appeared a bit dazed for a moment, before her dark pupils dilated. Her head lunged forward, buring itself into Cal's bosom.
"Nuuuuuu!"
She latched her arms around Cal, embracing him for a moment before letting go. She apologized, "Sorry... that was out of character for me. What did you say we have?"
Saela got up brushing the dirt off her clothes. Her tone was far more reserved than what Calypso have previously heard, it was very likely something she dreamt was still weighing on her mind, regardless of the present matters. Saela glanced in the direction of the merfolk. She bit her lip for a brief moment, "What's our situation? I remember us defeating the creature."
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Cutthroat
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Appearance: Cutthroat flashes a menagerie of shades that vary during her mood or her will, though she is commonly seen with a silvery sheen. Her eyes, though they seem black and predatory from a distance, shine with the same brilliance as the milky way at night when viewed closely. The pupils dilate between circles and slits. Though the floating mop on her head seems like hair, they are actually flat cilia that slide through the water as effortlessly as she does. Two large fins branch off from the sides of her head and the back of her neck. Running from the top of her head down to her tail, tapering off, is a very large crested fin that is normally pressed tightly against her back. She has a long, flat tail ending with a stiff, crested fin. Scales cover her entire body, save for spots along her chest, shoulders, face, and stomach. Her teeth are triangular razors lining her mouth. Lining her arms are sharp, knifelike spikes used to slice prey as she swims by them.
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Skills and Abilities: Cutthroat is fast. She's one of the fastest creatures in the sea when she's at a sprint, moving at fifty miles per hour at her swiftest. She's also apt at using the natural weapons of her body: the knifelike appendages that line her arms. She was named for a particularly fantastic ability to aim for the throat of her prey.
Registered: Jun 9, 2021 23:30:15 GMT -5
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Post by Cutthroat on Sept 12, 2021 1:02:52 GMT -5
Cutthroat sneered at the thought. "You wish to degrade me to splashes of water from a bucket?" she asked, expression wrinkled in a wry smile. It quickly turned to a frown. "But it does not seem as though you will let it go."
Disappearing briefly, she reappeared, launching herself up onto deck on the other side just in time to see Saelas outburst. The merwoman recoiled at the sight. Though not reserved, she certainly didn't seem like one of the warmest fish in the bucket. "We must leave," she told the elven... girl. "We cannot stay here." And with a grimace, she swept the desecrated, premature organ off of the deck. "I need a bucket."
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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 Sept 12, 2021 13:14:21 GMT -5
"I'll admit, I am in foreign waters but I do have this terrible habit of wanting to keep people who helped me alive. Personal experience has taught me the best way to do so is by keeping the crew together. So yeah, not going to let you just go get yerself killed."
Admittedly this wasn't exactly territory where he knew all the ins and outs. He'd never sailed with a fish person before. But still, he couldn't see how she'd be better off relying on muscle power over that of the wind. If these reapers were like any wild animal they should give up and search for easier prey after a bit.
So it was that he handed Cutthroat a bucket with a rope attached so she could get a breath whenever she needed it. Then he recruited Saela into preparing the ritual they would need to escape. He wanted to leave the reaper's far behind so he was cutting no corners, he'd summon the strongest wind that this ship could handle in the time they had before the channel back into the sea opened for them to escape through... and for the reapers to enter.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jan 31, 2022 21:42:13 GMT -5
"So how do we do this thing... this ritual? How can I help?" She asked. She looked at Calypso Caliban, "Is there something I can fetch for you?" Her voice was weaker than her usual loudness, but it carried a strong potent awakening curiosity. Saela thought about the last time she had seen magic, but that was no more than an elaborate party trick. What Cal spoke of seemed deeper than that, it seemed real in a sense she did not know.
A dim light began to form in the pupils of her eyes, as her eyes began to show with excitement. A breath of energy filled her with a second wind. Saela would follow Cal's instructions as dictated, focusing her efforts in perfecting any task given to her.
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Cutthroat
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Appearance: Cutthroat flashes a menagerie of shades that vary during her mood or her will, though she is commonly seen with a silvery sheen. Her eyes, though they seem black and predatory from a distance, shine with the same brilliance as the milky way at night when viewed closely. The pupils dilate between circles and slits. Though the floating mop on her head seems like hair, they are actually flat cilia that slide through the water as effortlessly as she does. Two large fins branch off from the sides of her head and the back of her neck. Running from the top of her head down to her tail, tapering off, is a very large crested fin that is normally pressed tightly against her back. She has a long, flat tail ending with a stiff, crested fin. Scales cover her entire body, save for spots along her chest, shoulders, face, and stomach. Her teeth are triangular razors lining her mouth. Lining her arms are sharp, knifelike spikes used to slice prey as she swims by them.
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Skills and Abilities: Cutthroat is fast. She's one of the fastest creatures in the sea when she's at a sprint, moving at fifty miles per hour at her swiftest. She's also apt at using the natural weapons of her body: the knifelike appendages that line her arms. She was named for a particularly fantastic ability to aim for the throat of her prey.
Registered: Jun 9, 2021 23:30:15 GMT -5
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Post by Cutthroat on Feb 10, 2022 19:51:27 GMT -5
To give them space, Cutthroat slithered over to a corner with her bucket, suffering in silence as she glared at the human and the elf. She knew a little magic, but only enough to do simple things, like the rune. Even then, it wasn't powerful enough to last forever. She'd been keeping mind to listen past the translations to pick out careful words. "Calypso, Saela, danger, hurt, crew, killed, alive, yes, no." Though she did not want to practice these words in their company for fear of embarrassing herself, she did keep them locked in memory.
As they went on with their task, the first bucket went down the gullet, filtering out of her gills
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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 Feb 11, 2022 10:25:24 GMT -5
Saela's help mostly consisted of being told to grab various things from around the ship. While she did that, Calypso used his knife to start carving the ritual circle into the wood. Candles, salt, water, oil, and a few brass bowls were all required. Fortunately, the stolen yacht also had some jewelry and a ring with a large emerald set in it was smashed to pieces so he could take the stone to use as the focus.
"Alright, you need to chant this."
Calypso handed Saela a sheet of paper with a very simple sequence of sounds to make. A low repetitive mantra and she would find that as she chants it the sounds coming out of her mouth blend together until it was like she was trying to mimic the sound of the wind. While she did that he sat in the middle of the ritual circle, the gem held in his hands lifted up into the air as he chanted as well. It was the same words over and over again but in some ancient arcane language that was hard to parse.
The hours drifted by, the tide continued to rise and when it was almost time he hurled the emerald into the sky and it exploded into a flash of green light. Then nothing happened. Well, nothing except he started running about the ship unfurling the sails and getting it ready to move. But the breeze wasn't any stronger, honestly, despite the little light show it almost seemed like they'd accomplished nothing... Unless one of them happened to look to the opposite direction of the mouth of the lagoon where they would see that a mass of clouds was starting to approach.
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