Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 106
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 Oct 22, 2023 20:21:22 GMT -5
She listened to the two converse for a moment longer before moving to pull out her citole. She had not played in many months, so she would sit there and work on polishing the wood, glad that the sea had not ruined the instrument. She would remain silent until it came time to tune the strings.
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Melana Reeves
Established
Time for a new adventure!
Roleplay posts: 18 
Age: 32
Appearance: Melana is tall for a woman, standing at 5'9", and has a generally slender frame that is, nonetheless, abundantly curvaceous, with rounded hips and.. large tracts of land. Her hair is long and formed of loose curls, falling past the small of her back, although she usually wears it in a braid, and is a rich earthy brown color. Perhaps her most striking features are her vivid amethyst eyes and her slightly pointed ears, denoting her half-Fae heritage. Her features are expectedly somewhat elfin, with a small, delicate nose that is slightly upturned at the tip, full lips that are usually smiling, high cheekbones, and pale skin, with a smattering of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks that she inherited from her father. Her hands have fingers that are almost too long to be normal, weathered from years of digging for artefacts and usually stained with ink from her rapacious note taking habits. She tends to wear blouses with a tie about the neck and a fitted vest, a long-tailed coat with an abundance of pockets, and a long skirt divided for ease of mobility and riding horses (when necessary), as well as a pair of sturdy heeled lace-up boots that rise just above her ankles.
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Equipment: Melana always carries a satchel that was magically enlarged on the inside many years ago, allowing her to carry not only her many notebooks, but any artefacts she may discover while carrying out her scholarly pursuits. It also contains her numerous fountain pens and spare pots of ink, and pretty much anything else she may take into her head to stuff into it. She carries several daggers of varying lengths on her person at all times, hidden up her sleeves, in her vest, attached to the belt around her waist, and in the tops of her boots, as well as a couple in holsters around her thighs.
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Skills and Abilities: Melana is a scholar by nature, with a keen mind and a sharp wit. She also knows how to use the knives she carries, but prefers not to do so unless it's absolutely necessary. She can draw, dance, sing, ride horses (when she has to), and has a natural gift for performing acts of sleight of hand. She also speaks a number of languages, and has a knack for figuring out new ones, both written and spoken. She inherited small illusory magics and a bit of pyromancy from her parents, although she doesn't use either very often.
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Biography: Melana was born to Mikhal and Morrigan Reeves shortly after the human mage and Fae were married. Mikhal was the leader of the Mages' Guild in the city-state of Jeroden, and her mother was the leader of the the Merchants' Guild. From the beginning, their exuberant and studious daughter had an obsession with discovering things, even if it was just digging up old pots and various trinkets that had been lost around the ancient family estate on the coast. As she aged, it was wholly natural for her to enroll in Jeroden's acclaimed academy, where she honed her academic skills, and pursued her interests in history, language, and archaeology. She was nineteen when she left her parents and younger brother Miles behind to see more of the world, during which she had numerous adventures while pursuing her scholarly interests. It was this that eventually led her to the shores of the Mistborne Isles.
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Allegiances: Knowledge!
Place of Residence: Wandering.
Registered: Dec 6, 2023 15:06:00 GMT -5
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Post by Melana Reeves on Dec 7, 2023 14:18:42 GMT -5
The three-masted schooner had slowly eased through the mists and into sight of land, but not wanting to judge this natural shoreline as having waters deep enough to handle its draft, deep and meant for traversing the ocean, the captain chose to anchor just offshore. After deploying a skiff and leaving his first mate in charge, the skiff was rowed ashore, with Melana squarely situated in the bow. She was sketching the terrain with a charcoal pencil, and it was only her fixation on the land they were approaching that alerted her to the fact that it was.. occupied. Uncertain if they were locals, fellow explorers, or potentially hostile, she allowed the captain to put himself between her and the trio as they disembarked from the skiff, with the half-Fae tucking her notebook and pencil back into her satchel.
"Ho there! What land is this called?"
The captain called out while his two men pulled the skiff further onto the beach, while Melana leaned to peer around him at the collection of two women and one man who were just a few yards down the way. Not that she really needed to lean to see around him -- she was tall, he was.. not-as-tall, and she could quite clearly see over his head. But she was trying not to be rude. Even if he couldn't see her. Her parents had drilled into her that politeness was the height of civilization, and she had never forgotten that most basic of principles.
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62 
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 Dec 7, 2023 18:28:39 GMT -5
"That presupposes that anyone else we might find on these islands would have any more idea about what is going on than we do. This all reeks of divine will, I doubt there will be any easy answers or coherent reasons."
Cal said to Cutthroat after what felt like an eternity where he considered that idea. His gaze tracked toward the bay and he spotted the approaching ship.
"Case in point, it appears we have guests."
The timing of the arrival of the newcomers rather auspicious all things considered. He pushed to his feet and wandered over to see what the fuss was about.
"Ahoy, you've made land on the isle of no one seems to know. You've passed through the mists into the new world. At least, near as I can figure it."
The man shrugged his shoulders as he said this, his tone welcoming and genial despite the slightly morbid undertone of his ultimate message.
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Melana Reeves
Established
Time for a new adventure!
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 32
Appearance: Melana is tall for a woman, standing at 5'9", and has a generally slender frame that is, nonetheless, abundantly curvaceous, with rounded hips and.. large tracts of land. Her hair is long and formed of loose curls, falling past the small of her back, although she usually wears it in a braid, and is a rich earthy brown color. Perhaps her most striking features are her vivid amethyst eyes and her slightly pointed ears, denoting her half-Fae heritage. Her features are expectedly somewhat elfin, with a small, delicate nose that is slightly upturned at the tip, full lips that are usually smiling, high cheekbones, and pale skin, with a smattering of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks that she inherited from her father. Her hands have fingers that are almost too long to be normal, weathered from years of digging for artefacts and usually stained with ink from her rapacious note taking habits. She tends to wear blouses with a tie about the neck and a fitted vest, a long-tailed coat with an abundance of pockets, and a long skirt divided for ease of mobility and riding horses (when necessary), as well as a pair of sturdy heeled lace-up boots that rise just above her ankles.
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Equipment: Melana always carries a satchel that was magically enlarged on the inside many years ago, allowing her to carry not only her many notebooks, but any artefacts she may discover while carrying out her scholarly pursuits. It also contains her numerous fountain pens and spare pots of ink, and pretty much anything else she may take into her head to stuff into it. She carries several daggers of varying lengths on her person at all times, hidden up her sleeves, in her vest, attached to the belt around her waist, and in the tops of her boots, as well as a couple in holsters around her thighs.
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Skills and Abilities: Melana is a scholar by nature, with a keen mind and a sharp wit. She also knows how to use the knives she carries, but prefers not to do so unless it's absolutely necessary. She can draw, dance, sing, ride horses (when she has to), and has a natural gift for performing acts of sleight of hand. She also speaks a number of languages, and has a knack for figuring out new ones, both written and spoken. She inherited small illusory magics and a bit of pyromancy from her parents, although she doesn't use either very often.
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Biography: Melana was born to Mikhal and Morrigan Reeves shortly after the human mage and Fae were married. Mikhal was the leader of the Mages' Guild in the city-state of Jeroden, and her mother was the leader of the the Merchants' Guild. From the beginning, their exuberant and studious daughter had an obsession with discovering things, even if it was just digging up old pots and various trinkets that had been lost around the ancient family estate on the coast. As she aged, it was wholly natural for her to enroll in Jeroden's acclaimed academy, where she honed her academic skills, and pursued her interests in history, language, and archaeology. She was nineteen when she left her parents and younger brother Miles behind to see more of the world, during which she had numerous adventures while pursuing her scholarly interests. It was this that eventually led her to the shores of the Mistborne Isles.
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Allegiances: Knowledge!
Place of Residence: Wandering.
Registered: Dec 6, 2023 15:06:00 GMT -5
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Post by Melana Reeves on Dec 8, 2023 14:26:44 GMT -5
"Damn it all!"
The captain cursed, and took his hat off his head so he could rub a hand through his hair. As he turned to speak with his crew, Melana decided that it was time for her to approach the trio, because she was nothing if not a personable individual. Shifting the strap of her satchel so that it was on her right shoulder, leaving the strap itself to cross her torso at a diagonal with the bag resting at her left hip, she approached them with a small smile, striding easily across the beach despite the slight heel of her boots.
"Well, I can't say that having no idea where we are is at all fortuitous, but at least we've found some signs of life in you. I was beginning to fear we'd happened upon an entirely uninhabited region."
She glanced away from the man and his companions, looking out at the terrain that surrounded them. She itched to get her notebook out and resume sketching, but that would be exceedingly impolite. Instead, she forced her attention back to them, and extended a worn and ink-stained hand in greeting.
"Melana Reeves. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir, and that of your companions."
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
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 Dec 10, 2023 21:57:04 GMT -5
Having already set himself apart from the group, and considering Faisine seemed exhausted and Cutthroat could barely speak common, Cal decided to take it upon himself to be the face of the party. "You know, I was kind of thinking that might be what happened." He said with amusement when the captain cursed, his depleted stockpile of alcohol and good food certainly made it seem likely but perhaps the newcomers could help with that.
"I'd say you weren't entirely wrong Melana Reeves." He said as he took her hand in his and then executed a proper bow, bringing his lips so close to her knuckles she could feel the warm wash of his breath before he straightened and released. "These islands are newly inhabited because they were uninhabited when people arrived not too long ago. I'm Calypso Caliban, I'm not sure if I can call myself a captain anymore when my crew has shrunk to just myself."
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Melana Reeves
Established
Time for a new adventure!
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 32
Appearance: Melana is tall for a woman, standing at 5'9", and has a generally slender frame that is, nonetheless, abundantly curvaceous, with rounded hips and.. large tracts of land. Her hair is long and formed of loose curls, falling past the small of her back, although she usually wears it in a braid, and is a rich earthy brown color. Perhaps her most striking features are her vivid amethyst eyes and her slightly pointed ears, denoting her half-Fae heritage. Her features are expectedly somewhat elfin, with a small, delicate nose that is slightly upturned at the tip, full lips that are usually smiling, high cheekbones, and pale skin, with a smattering of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks that she inherited from her father. Her hands have fingers that are almost too long to be normal, weathered from years of digging for artefacts and usually stained with ink from her rapacious note taking habits. She tends to wear blouses with a tie about the neck and a fitted vest, a long-tailed coat with an abundance of pockets, and a long skirt divided for ease of mobility and riding horses (when necessary), as well as a pair of sturdy heeled lace-up boots that rise just above her ankles.
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Equipment: Melana always carries a satchel that was magically enlarged on the inside many years ago, allowing her to carry not only her many notebooks, but any artefacts she may discover while carrying out her scholarly pursuits. It also contains her numerous fountain pens and spare pots of ink, and pretty much anything else she may take into her head to stuff into it. She carries several daggers of varying lengths on her person at all times, hidden up her sleeves, in her vest, attached to the belt around her waist, and in the tops of her boots, as well as a couple in holsters around her thighs.
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Skills and Abilities: Melana is a scholar by nature, with a keen mind and a sharp wit. She also knows how to use the knives she carries, but prefers not to do so unless it's absolutely necessary. She can draw, dance, sing, ride horses (when she has to), and has a natural gift for performing acts of sleight of hand. She also speaks a number of languages, and has a knack for figuring out new ones, both written and spoken. She inherited small illusory magics and a bit of pyromancy from her parents, although she doesn't use either very often.
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Biography: Melana was born to Mikhal and Morrigan Reeves shortly after the human mage and Fae were married. Mikhal was the leader of the Mages' Guild in the city-state of Jeroden, and her mother was the leader of the the Merchants' Guild. From the beginning, their exuberant and studious daughter had an obsession with discovering things, even if it was just digging up old pots and various trinkets that had been lost around the ancient family estate on the coast. As she aged, it was wholly natural for her to enroll in Jeroden's acclaimed academy, where she honed her academic skills, and pursued her interests in history, language, and archaeology. She was nineteen when she left her parents and younger brother Miles behind to see more of the world, during which she had numerous adventures while pursuing her scholarly interests. It was this that eventually led her to the shores of the Mistborne Isles.
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Allegiances: Knowledge!
Place of Residence: Wandering.
Registered: Dec 6, 2023 15:06:00 GMT -5
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Post by Melana Reeves on Dec 11, 2023 11:32:44 GMT -5
Her eyebrows flew upward in surprise at the gallant gesture from this big, rough-looking man. The not-quite-a-kiss to her knuckles had been damn near courtly. Retracting her hand and seeming otherwise unfazed by his actions, she folded her hands against her waist, listening to his explanation with a thoughtful expression.
"An uninhabited territory? Fascinating. Although I wonder if these islands have always been uninhabited."
She mused aloud, and hoped that wasn't the case. She was a scholar of history, finding a place that had none would mean this place would just be a big old waste of her time. That wouldn't stop her from exploring it, of course, but it would make the entire process decidedly frustrating. Shaking these thoughts aside, she focused her attention on Calypso again, a smile spreading across her lips as she chuckled.
"If you have a ship, you will always be a captain, although I understand the necessity of a crew in order to sail it might make the reality of doing so quite difficult. If these lands are recently inhabited, that means there must be a place to find them."
She gave him a hopeful look, then, perpetual optimism driving her to believe that he might know where they could make port.
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
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 Dec 12, 2023 21:24:19 GMT -5
"Ah, you are an academic of some kind aren't you?"
Cal said with a nod of his head, he'd met a few scholars in his time. The lack of reaction to his gallantry and the fact she was dwelling on a problem outside of immediate survival were fairly clear clues. Still, combined with her appearance he was fairly certain he'd hit the nail on the head.
He grinned in amusement as she tried to reassure him he'd be able to find his crew. "Unfortunately, I separated from my crew before I was brought to these parts. I decided to steal Duke Ibernof's yacht because, well, he was kind of an asshole and I thought it'd be funny. I was swallowed by the mists evading the ships he sent after me. That means I don't even know if my crew and ship even got sent to these lands themselves. Though, bright side, the yacht is small enough my lack of crew isn't really a problem." He relaid this clarifying information as though it was no real bother to him, despite the fact that it had to worry a captain to be separated from his ship and crew.
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Melana Reeves
Established
Time for a new adventure!
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 32
Appearance: Melana is tall for a woman, standing at 5'9", and has a generally slender frame that is, nonetheless, abundantly curvaceous, with rounded hips and.. large tracts of land. Her hair is long and formed of loose curls, falling past the small of her back, although she usually wears it in a braid, and is a rich earthy brown color. Perhaps her most striking features are her vivid amethyst eyes and her slightly pointed ears, denoting her half-Fae heritage. Her features are expectedly somewhat elfin, with a small, delicate nose that is slightly upturned at the tip, full lips that are usually smiling, high cheekbones, and pale skin, with a smattering of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks that she inherited from her father. Her hands have fingers that are almost too long to be normal, weathered from years of digging for artefacts and usually stained with ink from her rapacious note taking habits. She tends to wear blouses with a tie about the neck and a fitted vest, a long-tailed coat with an abundance of pockets, and a long skirt divided for ease of mobility and riding horses (when necessary), as well as a pair of sturdy heeled lace-up boots that rise just above her ankles.
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Equipment: Melana always carries a satchel that was magically enlarged on the inside many years ago, allowing her to carry not only her many notebooks, but any artefacts she may discover while carrying out her scholarly pursuits. It also contains her numerous fountain pens and spare pots of ink, and pretty much anything else she may take into her head to stuff into it. She carries several daggers of varying lengths on her person at all times, hidden up her sleeves, in her vest, attached to the belt around her waist, and in the tops of her boots, as well as a couple in holsters around her thighs.
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Skills and Abilities: Melana is a scholar by nature, with a keen mind and a sharp wit. She also knows how to use the knives she carries, but prefers not to do so unless it's absolutely necessary. She can draw, dance, sing, ride horses (when she has to), and has a natural gift for performing acts of sleight of hand. She also speaks a number of languages, and has a knack for figuring out new ones, both written and spoken. She inherited small illusory magics and a bit of pyromancy from her parents, although she doesn't use either very often.
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Biography: Melana was born to Mikhal and Morrigan Reeves shortly after the human mage and Fae were married. Mikhal was the leader of the Mages' Guild in the city-state of Jeroden, and her mother was the leader of the the Merchants' Guild. From the beginning, their exuberant and studious daughter had an obsession with discovering things, even if it was just digging up old pots and various trinkets that had been lost around the ancient family estate on the coast. As she aged, it was wholly natural for her to enroll in Jeroden's acclaimed academy, where she honed her academic skills, and pursued her interests in history, language, and archaeology. She was nineteen when she left her parents and younger brother Miles behind to see more of the world, during which she had numerous adventures while pursuing her scholarly interests. It was this that eventually led her to the shores of the Mistborne Isles.
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Allegiances: Knowledge!
Place of Residence: Wandering.
Registered: Dec 6, 2023 15:06:00 GMT -5
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Post by Melana Reeves on Dec 12, 2023 21:33:30 GMT -5
"Guilty as charged. Scholar of history and archaeology, with the occasional dabbling in botany."
Melana chuckled, rolling her shoulders in a small shrug. She saw no reason to deny who or what she was. And neither, apparently, did Calypso Caliban. Her eyebrows shot upward in an expression of surprise when the man admitted to stealing a yacht simply because he thought it would be fun, thus explaining how he'd ended up here without a crew. Or, apparently, the ship that actually belonged to him. Well, that was.. certainly interesting.
"I see."
She mulled over this information for several long moments, pondering what use she could make of it, before deciding she.. couldn't, really. He had a ship anchored somewhere nearby, presumably, even if it wasn't his, so the thought of offering to take him aboard the Gullsong was pointless. Especially since she'd been intending to do so in exchange for him guiding them to the nearest port. Although that did make another question rise, and her brow furrowed as she looked at him.
"How do you know these lands are recently inhabited? Have you seen others? Perhaps a port of some kind?"
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
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 Dec 13, 2023 18:02:22 GMT -5
"A woman of diversified talents, hopefully there will be some use for them. If there was a civilization here perhaps they know someway to navigate the mists."
Cal said with a grin as he cast his gaze toward the forest beyond the edge of the beach. Who knew what might be hidden out there, it could be anything or nothing. If it was the latter, he certainly hoped that Melana had picked up some more practical skills from the latter two professions she'd claimed. Her question got a slightly arched eyebrow as he observed.
"I mean that as more of a joke as we now inhabit the land. I haven't seen any sign of a port, I've seen smoke a few times so I can assume either there are other people or dragons milling about."
As of yet, he'd not felt compelled to look into it. He'd been busy replenishing his stock pile of magical energy, being cut off from the Mistrunner had left him with the choice between ritual magic or no magic. So he'd been out hunting for foci and storms, he had a meager collection now which would do him in a pinch.
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Melana Reeves
Established
Time for a new adventure!
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 32
Appearance: Melana is tall for a woman, standing at 5'9", and has a generally slender frame that is, nonetheless, abundantly curvaceous, with rounded hips and.. large tracts of land. Her hair is long and formed of loose curls, falling past the small of her back, although she usually wears it in a braid, and is a rich earthy brown color. Perhaps her most striking features are her vivid amethyst eyes and her slightly pointed ears, denoting her half-Fae heritage. Her features are expectedly somewhat elfin, with a small, delicate nose that is slightly upturned at the tip, full lips that are usually smiling, high cheekbones, and pale skin, with a smattering of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks that she inherited from her father. Her hands have fingers that are almost too long to be normal, weathered from years of digging for artefacts and usually stained with ink from her rapacious note taking habits. She tends to wear blouses with a tie about the neck and a fitted vest, a long-tailed coat with an abundance of pockets, and a long skirt divided for ease of mobility and riding horses (when necessary), as well as a pair of sturdy heeled lace-up boots that rise just above her ankles.
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Equipment: Melana always carries a satchel that was magically enlarged on the inside many years ago, allowing her to carry not only her many notebooks, but any artefacts she may discover while carrying out her scholarly pursuits. It also contains her numerous fountain pens and spare pots of ink, and pretty much anything else she may take into her head to stuff into it. She carries several daggers of varying lengths on her person at all times, hidden up her sleeves, in her vest, attached to the belt around her waist, and in the tops of her boots, as well as a couple in holsters around her thighs.
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Skills and Abilities: Melana is a scholar by nature, with a keen mind and a sharp wit. She also knows how to use the knives she carries, but prefers not to do so unless it's absolutely necessary. She can draw, dance, sing, ride horses (when she has to), and has a natural gift for performing acts of sleight of hand. She also speaks a number of languages, and has a knack for figuring out new ones, both written and spoken. She inherited small illusory magics and a bit of pyromancy from her parents, although she doesn't use either very often.
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Biography: Melana was born to Mikhal and Morrigan Reeves shortly after the human mage and Fae were married. Mikhal was the leader of the Mages' Guild in the city-state of Jeroden, and her mother was the leader of the the Merchants' Guild. From the beginning, their exuberant and studious daughter had an obsession with discovering things, even if it was just digging up old pots and various trinkets that had been lost around the ancient family estate on the coast. As she aged, it was wholly natural for her to enroll in Jeroden's acclaimed academy, where she honed her academic skills, and pursued her interests in history, language, and archaeology. She was nineteen when she left her parents and younger brother Miles behind to see more of the world, during which she had numerous adventures while pursuing her scholarly interests. It was this that eventually led her to the shores of the Mistborne Isles.
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Allegiances: Knowledge!
Place of Residence: Wandering.
Registered: Dec 6, 2023 15:06:00 GMT -5
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Post by Melana Reeves on Dec 13, 2023 22:50:06 GMT -5
"One can only hope."
She agreed with him. Since they'd ended up here by accident, she'd be delighted if she was able to pursue her passions. And if not... Well, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it. She glanced toward the captain as he broke away from his men and started her way, but her attention was drawn back to Calypso as he responded to her questions.
"Oh."
Embarrassed color filtered into her cheeks. The fact that she'd had to have a joke pointed out to her... Sadly, it wasn't the first time, and it probably wouldn't be the last. Sometimes, humor went right over her head. Perhaps she needed to work on her tendency to take everything so literally.
"Ehm, if you'll excuse me a moment."
She turned to speak with the captain in quiet tones, nodding thoughtfully at what he had to say, her gaze darting from him, to the ship, to the forest, and finally to Calypso. When their conversation was finished, the captain returned to the skiff and his men, and she shifted her focus back to Calypso.
"The captain will be bringing a party ashore momentarily, to embark further inland in search of fresh water, and perhaps some sort of vantage point by which to look for potential settlements. He also wishes to know if you and your companions would like to join us aboard the Gullsong after this venture has been completed. There is plenty of room for all of you, and we still have a fair amount of rations, so it would be no hardship."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 106
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 Dec 14, 2023 16:39:07 GMT -5
Faisine stared off as the other two spoke, and started to pack her things. She was tired, indeed, and morose. She listened as Calypso spoke to the other woman, glancing over without really saying anything. The half nymph looked over to the mermaid and decided that she would let her keep the clothing, it was the least she could do. Then she stood.
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
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 Dec 16, 2023 21:29:12 GMT -5
Cal nodded his head affably when Melana excused herself his gaze tracked to the movement by the fire. He spotted Faisine getting up and said loud enough for her to hear. "Anything amiss or have you decided to join the conversation?" His tone didn't suggest he'd found any fault in her not participating before. It mattered very little to him in the grand scheme of things. But he would like to know if she'd spotted something.
Then Melana returned with her offer which was met with a slight shrug of the shoulders. "I just met Lady Faisine so I can't speak for her. I don't know that I should speak for Cutthroat either but considering her struggles with common, I suppose I should. Which I suppose leaves me with having to decide for myself." I said as he stroked his chin and considered the offer for several long moments.
"Does the good captain have any rum?" He'd finished the last of his own so this seemed like the most pertinent question he could ask to help him decide what to do. On the one hand, he was loath to serve on another man's ship. On the other, rum.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 106
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 Dec 17, 2023 16:12:10 GMT -5
She looked over to the man and the newcomer with an almost unreadable expression. She frowned and shook her head, "Nothing is amiss, I just... figured my company is a bit too morose for the likes of you all." And that was all she said before she shouldered her bag. Yet she hesitated. She was lonely, after all, and she missed many people.
In fact, she missed the old world and Medan, she missed the people she'd met along the way on her journey. She missed Cleome, her mare, who had likely perished in the very flood that brought her to this world. She missed a great many things and it was hard to reconcile after having wandered this new world in mostly isolation. One could see it in the way her gaze grew distant and she just stood there. Who was she kidding?
The half nymph dropped once more to her rear and rubbed her face during a moment that nobody was looking, or so she hoped.
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Melana Reeves
Established
Time for a new adventure!
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 32
Appearance: Melana is tall for a woman, standing at 5'9", and has a generally slender frame that is, nonetheless, abundantly curvaceous, with rounded hips and.. large tracts of land. Her hair is long and formed of loose curls, falling past the small of her back, although she usually wears it in a braid, and is a rich earthy brown color. Perhaps her most striking features are her vivid amethyst eyes and her slightly pointed ears, denoting her half-Fae heritage. Her features are expectedly somewhat elfin, with a small, delicate nose that is slightly upturned at the tip, full lips that are usually smiling, high cheekbones, and pale skin, with a smattering of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks that she inherited from her father. Her hands have fingers that are almost too long to be normal, weathered from years of digging for artefacts and usually stained with ink from her rapacious note taking habits. She tends to wear blouses with a tie about the neck and a fitted vest, a long-tailed coat with an abundance of pockets, and a long skirt divided for ease of mobility and riding horses (when necessary), as well as a pair of sturdy heeled lace-up boots that rise just above her ankles.
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Equipment: Melana always carries a satchel that was magically enlarged on the inside many years ago, allowing her to carry not only her many notebooks, but any artefacts she may discover while carrying out her scholarly pursuits. It also contains her numerous fountain pens and spare pots of ink, and pretty much anything else she may take into her head to stuff into it. She carries several daggers of varying lengths on her person at all times, hidden up her sleeves, in her vest, attached to the belt around her waist, and in the tops of her boots, as well as a couple in holsters around her thighs.
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Skills and Abilities: Melana is a scholar by nature, with a keen mind and a sharp wit. She also knows how to use the knives she carries, but prefers not to do so unless it's absolutely necessary. She can draw, dance, sing, ride horses (when she has to), and has a natural gift for performing acts of sleight of hand. She also speaks a number of languages, and has a knack for figuring out new ones, both written and spoken. She inherited small illusory magics and a bit of pyromancy from her parents, although she doesn't use either very often.
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Biography: Melana was born to Mikhal and Morrigan Reeves shortly after the human mage and Fae were married. Mikhal was the leader of the Mages' Guild in the city-state of Jeroden, and her mother was the leader of the the Merchants' Guild. From the beginning, their exuberant and studious daughter had an obsession with discovering things, even if it was just digging up old pots and various trinkets that had been lost around the ancient family estate on the coast. As she aged, it was wholly natural for her to enroll in Jeroden's acclaimed academy, where she honed her academic skills, and pursued her interests in history, language, and archaeology. She was nineteen when she left her parents and younger brother Miles behind to see more of the world, during which she had numerous adventures while pursuing her scholarly interests. It was this that eventually led her to the shores of the Mistborne Isles.
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Allegiances: Knowledge!
Place of Residence: Wandering.
Registered: Dec 6, 2023 15:06:00 GMT -5
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Post by Melana Reeves on Dec 17, 2023 20:48:17 GMT -5
His question seemed to amuse her, as she snorted a chuckle, her violet eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Come now, you know a ship doesn't operate without rum."
Or the crew might mutiny. Her gaze skipped from Calypso to the women behind him, particularly the one who had spoken. She seemed.. sad. No, that was too mild a word for it. Sorrowful. Frowning slightly, she attempted to reassure the white-haired woman.
"Not at all, my lady. There is plenty of room aboard the ship for you, should you wish to join us in our search for safe harbor."
Because she'd honestly feel bad about leaving anyone here when there was a chance they might find civilization.
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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 Dec 18, 2023 1:22:08 GMT -5
Cutthroat was having a rather hard time keeping up. So many words were said, and so fast! She kept herself close to Faisine, who felt like a closer comfort. Who were all of these people? The woman, the one with the brown hair, caught Cutthroat's attention, but only until Faisine got up and walked away. With a half-wave, the once-mermaid toddled over to the nymph and sat next to her. A hand came to her shoulder, one of support.
Faisine didn't need to say anything, but Cutthroat's ears were open.
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