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 18, 2023 14:24:35 GMT -5
She blinked as the others talked about civilization when they weren't far from the village. She spoke up without looking, "To the northeast is civilization, there are a growing number of those who came from my world. I think." And then she looked to the mermaid then and touched the hand that was on her shoulder gently, her eyes soft. "Thank you," she murmured and swallowed heavily.
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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 18, 2023 20:26:21 GMT -5
"Then I will happily come aboard to steal some rum." Calypso said with a grin, the casualness of his tone made it hard to tell if he was joking or not. Something he wasn't going to reveal as his attention was on Faisine.
"Considering our current situation, I would say morose is a perfectly reasonable way to feel. I'm also not so heartless as to send someone away when we all seem to have lost our entire world."
He said to her, his tone gentle his smile slightly morose as he spoke. He was very good at rolling with the tide but that didn't mean he wasn't dealing with his own loses. But he was a captain and he was good at maintaining his composure, it was important to keep a crews confidence.
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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 Jan 15, 2024 21:28:28 GMT -5
His response brought a laugh to the half-Fae scholar, and just as she was about to turn and seek out the captain to tell him they'd have at least one extra passenger, those keen pointed ears picked up words from the pale-haired woman that had her violet eyes zeroing in on Faisine.
"Truly? People gathering to the northeast? Will they be welcoming to outsiders?"
If so, she needed to let the captain know immediately. It was a place to start, and they could still venture across the terrain in search of forage to bolster their supplies.
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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 Jan 23, 2024 21:01:37 GMT -5
"Truly? Well, that's the best news I've heard today. Maybe there is some hope of civilization out here after all."
He said, a grin on his features. Even if they weren't friendly, though he'd guess they would be, knowing that more people were showing up meant there was hope for, if not a way back at least a way forward.
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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 Feb 3, 2024 17:06:13 GMT -5
"Yes... I can lead you to them. They are friendly as long as you stay friendly." And then she glanced to the trio with her, starting to shoulder her belongings. "It's not too far from here, this is where they come to fish sometimes." And after she shouldered her stuff, she said, "You might also be interested to know they have food and shelter too. You will be in awe of them, I will warn you ahead of time that once you go there, you might wish to stay forever." She gave a slight smile, and waited for the others to decide whether they wanted to follow her toward the village. "If you need to lean on me, I will help you get there. It might hurt a bit more than you would care for, walking on legs that you didn't have before," she said to her mermaid friend, genuine care written across her face.
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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 Feb 14, 2024 12:52:52 GMT -5
Hearing that there was a whole civilization to be found visibly excited the half-Fae woman. She hurried over to confer with the captain, gesturing expansively as they spoke, before they parted and she returned to the group.
"The captain and a few men will accompany us for protection, while the ship will follow the coast, with the intent being to meet at this place. Assuming no one has any objections?"
She was just eager to see if there were any ruins to be found on the way. If there were, there was a very good chance the party would lose one member, in the form of Melana falling behind to study them. It was her life's work, after all.
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