Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Jul 12, 2023 16:49:37 GMT -5
Faisine understood readily enough and held fast to the other's hands. "Get used to standing first," she urged, gazing kindly at the one who needed her help. "You'll be a bit wobbly, just like a newborn babe," she said softly. "Give yourself a chance to steady before you try to take your steps."
She then cast a glance toward Cal and his retreating back while he headed off to the forest to get firewood. "Hopefully he isn't too sotted to make it passed the tree line," she said more to herself than Cutthroat.
She returned her attention to the woman before her, "I will let go now, but my hands are right here if you need them." And then she tentatively let go of her hands without dropping hers away, she held them out as she took a step back. "Steady now."
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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 14, 2023 10:40:54 GMT -5
Cal was more steady on his feet drunk than most men were sober. He was born on a ship and he'd learned to walk with the tossing and turning of the waves. So he would have been offended at the implication he couldn't handle dry land. Besides, he was sobering up fairly rapidly much to his chagrin, he'd hoped his buzz would last a bit longer but he'd not had that much alcohol left when he decided to stop rationing it and just get properly sauced.
It didn't take him long to find a decent-sized hunk of dead wood, which he laid into with his knife. Stripping off bark and branches to make kindling for a fire with deft strokes of the long sturdy blade.
"Are you two coming?"
The big man called out toward the beach, as he started to pile up the kindling to get ready to light the fire with his flint.
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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 8, 2023 0:19:43 GMT -5
An angry vein pulsed onto Cutthroat's neck as she sneered. These expressions she could handle. Being called a newborn? Now, that was insulting. She did more than pout at Faisine as she blew a strand of hair from her face. She would learn to walk, and soon!
The mermaid wobbled when the woman let go, catching herself barely with a wave of her hands. Though it took every ounce of concentration she had and a full minute of doing so, she eventually moved one foot forward, eyebrows flying upward. She looked up at Faisine, far too proud of her progress, and once she realized it, her face flushed red. She didn't know this, of course. Mermaids did not blush.
Slowly, but surely, she made her way over to Calypso, wobbling far more than the drunken mess.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Aug 9, 2023 18:38:43 GMT -5
She hadn't meant to anger the other, but she tried to keep her expression calm. "You're doing well." She headed toward Calypso with her belongings in hand. She set her things against a tree and yawned, moving to gather an armful of thicker sticks to help the fire along. She made two or three trips until there was a nice pile of them ready to be added. She went to grab her small axe used for the purposes of cutting the fresher fallen logs that were not rotted yet. She came back within a half hour with a heavy stack of the logs from dead trees.
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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 9, 2023 21:26:04 GMT -5
"Well, it's good to know she doesn't reserve that expression for just me."
Cal drawled out, he'd caught the sneer that Cutthroat had shot Faisine. To say he was vastly amused as he observed the process of learning to walk would have been an overstatement at any other point in his life. But considering the tedium he'd been experiencing the last few days since they'd escaped the last lagoon he'd been holed up in, he would take what he could get.
"Wait where are you... You know, never mind."
He blew out a breath of amusement as Faisine wandered off into the woods to cut wood while Cutthroat finally tottered over to the fire. He'd managed to get it to catch and it would do a fair job of warming their bones even if they had other problems that should probably be addressed. His rapidly returning sobriety was the one he was most concerned with but he could do nothing about that. But he could do something about their lack of food as he pushed to his feet and said to Cutthroat.
"I am going to see if I can catch us some dinner, try not to fall into the fire."
So it transpired that by the time Faisine returned from gathering logs he was returning from the shoreline with a couple of fish he'd managed to pull out of the ocean. He'd been marooned before so he knew a few tricks.
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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 16, 2023 21:13:21 GMT -5
It was insulting that she had to wait for Calypso and Faisine to do everything. As one of the Tueima, she was a fierce hunter! As a human she was...
Cutthroat sneered, this time at herself. Faisine's voice echoed in her head.
..a newborn babe.
Instead of dwelling on her misfortune, she busied herself with flexing her new muscles, learning to move her legs about independently. She vocalized, humming and grunting to try and learn the extent of this new body. She ran her hands over her skin, learning about all the parts she'd lost and all the parts she'd... gained...
Her hands stopped atop her breasts. The mermaid's expression clouded over in horror. Suddenly very aware of her body, the woman pulled her legs up to her chest, curling up next to the fire until both of them came back.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Aug 17, 2023 11:21:27 GMT -5
She hadn't meant to insult the mermaid, but she seemed to have taken it as so. There was the feeling of the old Faisine wanting to peak through. The old Faisine would have moved to confront the sulking mermaid and spoke her peace, but the Faisine that had grown into something better knew that doing so would only create more conflict. Frankly, the blonde was too tired and sad feeling to take that route. So instead, she kept busy, setting things up while Calypso moved about as well. And then she kind of glanced over to a now Vulnerable looking woman. The former princess turned to her things, she rummaged through one bag and pulled out a cloak. It was her dead mate's cloak and she only hesitated for a moment, just as if to give her a moment to say fare well. And then she grabbed one of the dresses she kept from when she was presenting as a spoiled woman with mush for brains, following so many wrong. It wasn't something fancy, it was the clothes she wore during the war that took Medan in the old world. It made more sense to give her a dress when pants might inhibit the legs becoming a tail again, if she was correct about what might happen.
She moved to set the garments next to the woman along with a pair of her own sandals to at least protect the bottom of her feet if nothing else. She didn't really say a word but it wouldn't be hard to see she was sad as she gave part of her life over to give the other an option to cover up. And then she moved to sit down, which was just in time for her to see Calypso getting the fish back to them. Faisine nodded toward him, "You did well, thank you for bringing us food, kind sir." Her voice was quiet.
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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 20, 2023 8:16:50 GMT -5
It said something about his mood that he could be surrounded by two attractive women and not feel compelled to make any kind of pass at either. But the last few weeks had taxed even his usually indomitable spirits, at least, enough to realize that now wasn't the time to be trying for a roll about in the sand. Not that there was ever a great time for that he'd been finding grains of the stuff in his unmentionables for weeks the last time he had.
"It was no trouble. I am many things but the rule with castaways should always be to share resources. Survival is hard enough without being at each other's throats."
As he said that, he worked. Gutting the fish he'd caught with quick efficient moves of his knife. Once he'd filleted them he spitted the meat on wooden skewers he carved with a few quick cuts and used those to roast the fish over the fire. They would have a simple but filling meal ready before too long.
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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 28, 2023 17:24:14 GMT -5
Cutthroat looked up at Faisine with bewildered eyes as she placed the clothes next to her. It did take a moment for the mermaid to gather what was happening, but once she did, she gave the noblewoman a wan smile. Without thinking, she gave the princess the Tueima symbol of thanks: a touch of her fingers from her own forehead to Faisine's heart.
As the two humans spoke, the mermaid wobbled onto her feet and got to figuring out the garment. Occasionally, her people would don such things but made from much different material with no drag through the water. They also weren't made to hide the genitals, all of which were tucked away and protected naturally, but to decorate the body, usually for celebrations or shows of status. This made this... dress, was it called? So much more difficult to figure out, but after watching land-folk get dressed and undressed after a dip in the ocean, she assumed that there was a hole for the head to push through, and perhaps two for the arms.
Once she was done, her head was through an arm, and the part for her head draped lazily against her side. She looked at Calypso and Faisine with a smirk of pride.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Aug 29, 2023 9:03:11 GMT -5
Faisine smiled at the woman, she had donned it wrong but it wasn't time to correct her. She was covered and proud and feeling better, it looked like, by the proud smirk she wore on her lips. Faisine said though, "I'll show you better how to wear that soon," and then she kind of just curled up into herself if that made any sense. She was much too distracted, her eyes always shifting back toward the sea even. She remained quiet from there and watched the fire as opposed to Caly and Cutthroat.
Her face was just kind of a stark expression, tired especially, haunted, paler than normal though they would not know.
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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 10, 2023 10:53:14 GMT -5
Cutthroat seemed quite proud of her attempt to get the dress on and from the triumphant smile she bore, Cal assumed she thought she'd nailed it. Faisine was quick to offer to help when the time came but he had a far more direct method. He got to his feet, picked up one of the skewered fish and extended it toward the former mermaid. He waited for her to realize that she'd situated herself in such a way that she couldn't use both her arms. She could use one by sticking it through the hole for her neck or she could lift the whole dress almost all the way off to use both.
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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 15, 2023 16:34:40 GMT -5
Cutthroat raised an eyebrow at the woman. What did she mean, she’d teach her? She was wearing the thing perfectly! Even her human lumps were covered. She brushed off the comment with a flick of her hair.
When Calypso came over to give her the fish she did not immediately realize the bind she put herself in, because she just used the free arm to take it from him and bite into it. This, of course, was followed by a hiss as the food burned her mouth. Funnily enough, the mermaid did know about fire and how the landlubbers cooked their food, she’d just… forgotten in the moment.
With a sigh, she landed herself back onto the sand and waited for the fish to cool down. She looked between her company and croaked:
“What now? Where we go?”
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Sept 16, 2023 16:34:51 GMT -5
Faisine turned her gaze toward the others, somewhat startled by being part of the 'we' that Cutthroat spoke of. She shifted her gaze away. She was not sure how to answer that question, she'd been restless since losing her friend. She gave a light shrug.
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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 23, 2023 12:58:46 GMT -5
He watched as she managed to burn her mouth. He figured she'd noticed she'd bound one of her arms with that but it appeared as though she was doing fine. He shrugged and flopped back down on the sand as he gestured vaguely around.
"I have no idea. This is the first time I've been marooned while still having a working ship."
So far as he could tell there really wasn't anywhere to go. He wanted his own ship back and his crew, but that seemed unlikely. An acceptable substitute would have been going to a port, recruiting a new one, and stealing a bigger boat but there were no large ports that he'd been able to find.
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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 Oct 10, 2023 17:55:20 GMT -5
Cutthroat seemed quite frustrated by this. She blew a strand of hair from her face and huffed. "Others, then," she said. "Like you. Find them." She took a bite of her fish finally, and when she determined it cool enough to down, she downed it fast. "Others for me. Sou... south. Need. Much like you. Find them, find answers. Find reasons."
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