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 Jun 13, 2021 10:09:48 GMT -5
"Morning sunshine!"
Cal greats her as chipper as a kipper this early in the morning. Of course, he hadn't gotten drunk off a glass of wine last night. Without someone to enjoy it with he had decided to tuck the bottle of Gauldish red away. He wasn't going to save it, save it, but he would reserve it for enjoying over nice meals as the proper wine could really enhance the entire experience.
"I had some luck foraging this morning before you woke up. Found some eggs and some chives, won't be quite as good without butter but a bit of oil isn't a bad way to cook them up."
They also had the luxury of salt, pepper, and a few other spices. Such things could last quite a long time when used correctly and the ship's galley had been fully stocked with a lot of ways to enhance flavour in its cupboards. The Duke had liked to eat well, even if the long term stores were all that had been on board in terms of actual meals when Cal had stolen the ship.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 13, 2021 14:40:12 GMT -5
Saela wearily smiled and walked over to sit by Cal. Unlike last night, she far more relaxed and calm, which seemed partly unnatural for her given what Cal had experienced from her behavior. Saela commented, "Eggs sound good.... say... did anything happen last night? I can't remember anything past my third sip of that wine."
She looked at Cal, her eyes fixed on his, "I don't want you to sugarcoat it, be as harsh as you need to."
Her foot began to impatiently tap as she waited for her answer. Her mind was drifting to all sorts of places, she remembered her dream, well dreams, and that partly worried her. Well... she wasn't exactly sure if it did worry her... for one she never felt like she belonged in the society she was born in, she rather preferred the worlds that she experienced through her books and the adventures they brought her. Cal reminded her of a few of those characters, in both good ways and a few of the bad ways. Saela held her head, her brain felt like it was splitting, "Ugh... this headache is killing me."
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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 Jun 13, 2021 15:03:16 GMT -5
Serving up the meal he slides the plate to her. Despite having to cook them in oil Cal had taken the time to dry them a bit so the eggs weren't too oily. Combined with a bit of salt and pepper in the eggs, the strip of fresh salmon, and the fresh chives it was a bright dish with a nice bit of pop to it. He'd have liked some fresh bread and soft cheese to go with the salmon as well but there was only so much he could do with what he had.
"The fact that you managed to get blackout drunk on three sips of wine is rather impressive." The big man says, there had been an injection of energy into his voice when she had arrived but he'd settled back into the low languid tones he seemed to prefer. "As for what happened, you made a rather inept attempt at being flirty, spilled soup all over yourself, and then I tucked you into bed. You seem to have a rather weak constitution so I suppose no grog for you with your morning meal." Sliding over some lemon water instead she was in luck that the ship had a desalinating station or she would have been getting the hair of the dog.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 13, 2021 21:07:43 GMT -5
"Three sips was an exaggeration." Saela stated. Saela poked one of the eggs with a fork and slowly ate it, "but.... I suppose no grog, whatever that is, is likely for the best for now."
She the meal rather quickly and placed her utensils on plate, and held it towards Cal, "You said the first meal was free, and this is the second meal... what do I owe you? I'm a fast learner, although a lot of things that you might require of me would be my firsts... so you'll need to show me around. If you show me how I could wash the dishes."
Saela placed her late down and drunk the lemon water, finishing it rather quickly. She placed it down and looked Cal in the eyes, "Cal... I'll be honest before, any nervousness towards your flirtatiousness... is mostly due to my own lack of experience. I felt that should probably be said now... Honestly..."
Saela stopped and thought about what she was about to say for a second. She looked at the surrounding area and commented, "The aristocracy I knew always felt like a jail...so...maybe..." She glanced back at Cal and immediately looked away into the seas. She said, "I'll tell another time, I'm not sure how comfortable I am telling my story."
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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 Jun 13, 2021 21:23:36 GMT -5
The man arches his eyebrow at her choice of words. If it wasn't for her obvious lack of experience he might have thought it was on purpose. As it stood, he wasn't surprised when it was meant in the rather literal sense of the words. She sounded rather sheltered.
"Aye, you'll be learning how to cook and clean I am sure. But that will be for another day, today I want to get moving. So you'll be carrying a bag of your own. Also, do you have any shoes that are good for walking in?"
Cal's own boots were a good pair of water-tight ankle-high boots that were good on deck or ashore. Which was good because they were going to have quite the walk ahead of them to find the source of the smoke in the distance.
"Gee, you don't say. Never would have guessed Saela."
The sarcasm in his voice just mild enough that if the girl was as naive as she seemed at times, she might not even pick up on it.
"As for your story, tell me if and when you'd like. I'm not much for dwelling on the past."
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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 Jun 13, 2021 21:50:26 GMT -5
There was a bump on the side of the boat. It was not a light tap, but the considerable slam of something heavy. Something fast. What felt like the swell of waves pushed the boat to the side violently.
Outside, the water was red.
On a smooth, wide rock exposed by the creeping tide, there was a thin figure stained the same scarlet as the lagoon. Easily, one could identify it as a mermaid, what with her human-like torso and long, snakey tail. Setting her apart was a large crest spiking up from her head all the way down her back, flaring angrily as she looked into the water. There, two dark bodies circled her, the same size of an orca, but the shape of a squid. Around the boat, three more bodies floated, still, and oozing from the death of a thousand cuts. Along the merfolk's arms were two spikes, shaped and sharp as blades.
She hissed at the water, a noise that mimicked a gator's warning to trespassers.
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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 Jun 13, 2021 22:49:24 GMT -5
The sound from above caught Cal's attention. The man comes smoothly to his feet, grabs his mug of grog and ambles up to the deck to see what the problem was. Taking in the bloody sea and the like he frowns his attention drifting first to the giant squid-like things, then to the mermaid.
"Well, this is interesting."
Tossing his grog back he sets the mug down, strips off his shirt, pulls a dagger out from his boot and then, without a slight bit of hesitation, he strides across the deck. He brings one foot up onto the rail and in a smooth natural motion, he turns his forward momentum into a jump. The big man coming down in a graceful dive into the sea landing onto the top of one of the squid's slamming his knife home into the creature's flesh.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 14, 2021 0:01:01 GMT -5
"Eeep!"
Saela's response... wasn't that much of a response. She initially grabbed for Cal, but after he went for it, and he went for it, she resided to ducking underneath the table. Her face went pale as she curled into the smallest shape she could make. Her heart raced and she felt her body shake. Saela clutched her shoulders, failing to suppress her anxious breathing.
What was going on? Are they going to die? Is it a sea monster? Saela's mind circled her forethoughts with these questions and even more. Her thoughts unable to deter the immediate fear that overwhelmed her. She huddled as tightly to herself as she could, her fears overwhelming her perception of reality.
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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 Jun 14, 2021 16:47:45 GMT -5
The merfolk's eyes shot open wide as saucers when the man jumped into the water. There was a short silence before a loud, high-pitched whine emanated from the seafolk- one that could have been a scream or a yell- before she slid in after him.
Cal's knife would certainly dig into the flesh of the beast, albeit with some difficulty. There was hardly a reaction from it, and as the swashbuckler would find, he was not facing up against a large squid.
Though shaped similarly to the tentacled beast, now that he was underwater he would see that it more closely resembled a killer whale without fins. It was completely black with tough, blubbery skin. There were no eyes, no mouth... or, well, not until it turned to Cal. It was almost impossible to see underwater, but there were several many slits in the blubbery skin that started at where the mouth should be and stopped a third of the way down its body. The knife was embedded in one of these slits, which peeled open in the way the petal of a flower bloomed, revealing a dark human face, all devoid of hair, but filled with muscle and a wide smile filled with very sharp teeth. The slits clenched onto the knife and attempted to pull it out of Cal's grip into the bud of its "mouth."
It was then that the merfolk shot past, arms reaching for the swashbuckler to whisk him away.
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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 Jun 14, 2021 21:19:56 GMT -5
This was not the first, nor the last, time Cal would leap into combat from the deck of his ship. It was also far from the first time he'd dealt with a creature with a layer of blubber protecting. He'd fought a walrus once and that had taken quite a bit of effort. Luckily, the back of his knife was serrated which he found was one of the better ways to deal with the thick layer of insulating fat and he begins to saw.
Of course, it was apparently some kind of horrible monster so when it presents a weird human face thing for him he is more than happy to oblige its desire. Rather than trying to resist he uses the force it was exerting sucking his knife in, sawing backwards and then letting the creature pull it back on its own. Seeking to widen the wound and make it bleed more and more.
There were a lot of things he'd missed while he'd been adrift in the mists and this... Oh, he had missed this. Maybe it made him crazy but he always felt so alive when he was in scrap and he was going to enjoying gutting this thing and seeing what made it tick. Or that was the plan until he felt a pair of arms wrapping around him. Cal wasn't expecting the mermaid to try and haul him off the creature, he'd figure she would flee while he distracted the monster. Well, good for her being all helpful.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 14, 2021 23:07:04 GMT -5
Saela kept to the fetal position while under the table for a while, her fears overwhelming her when she watched Cal jumped overboard to attack whatever it was. She froze, the only thing moving was her beating heart. Everything felt as if it was unmoving, despite the quakes of time shaking it into each second.
Perhaps it was something new or something impressed onto her, but Saela got up and ran to the edge of the deck. Her voice rang loud, a bell from on top of the yacht, "LECHER!"
Saela braced herself against the railing and looked over the edge, watching for the pirate. Her eyes searched for Cal amidst the splashes. Her heart twisting at the sight of blood, at first it was for worry, but it became that of concern. Cal is dangerous, she thought to herself. She watched as Cal was pulled away by an almost human-like form... a mermaid.
"CAL!" Saela called out one more time, unsure of what she was even doing. Saela ran to grab the nearest thing that might be of use and found a rope. She tied it to the mast and threw the other end over the edge, towards the pirate.
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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 Jun 15, 2021 17:40:19 GMT -5
The merfolk was panicked. Perhaps he could feel it, her heart beating in her chest at a thousand leagues per minute. She'd snatched him up in the same moment the second monstrosity struck the space the pirate occupied just moments before. They weren't so fast as to avoid the attack altogether, unfortunately, and the mermaid was struck in the back, drawing a deep growl that echoed throughout the waters from her core.
Still, she swam, seeing the rope hauled overboard. With a powerful flick of her tail, she hauled both herself and Caliban halfway up the rope and clung to it desperately. Her fins flared at them both, and she let out the same high-pitched whining sound. It didn't come from her mouth... but where else could it have come from? The noise was somewhere around her head, but it wasn't evident where.
Below, the behemoths swam just below the surface. One was bleeding lightly from Caliban's attack, but it did not seem particularly bothered. The fishfolk, however, had a laceration just beneath the gills where her ribs were, and it was bleeding 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 Jun 16, 2021 10:19:59 GMT -5
Evidently, the mermaid had decided it was time to retreat. The big man had managed to slive a chunk out of the creature but it wasn't doing too poorly it seemed. At least, not yet. An open wound like that through its blubber would let the frigid water in and in time it might just bleed out. Of course, that would be in the distant future when it might have already killed them so it was really neither here nor there.
Since the rope was present Cal broke free of the mermaid's grasp and scrambled up the rigging letting it keep its grip on the rope. Once he is on deck he flashes Saela a smile. "Why thank you bookworm." The man teases her since she'd decided to call him lecher when she'd come up on deck. Turning he grabs the rope and starts hauling reaching down with a hand to help the mermaid get on deck. After all, it had tried to save him so why not return the favour?
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 16, 2021 13:49:03 GMT -5
Saela went to assist Cal in pulling the Mermaid up, although her strength severely lacked in comparison to Calypso's and likely barely did a thing in the situation. Nevertheless, Saela did was she could to pull the rope in assistance to the pirate. She cheekily asked Cal, "So you fished yourself another woman?"
Saela would let a smirk show itself after she said that, although she was still unsure of how she felt about this predicament. A thought was beginning to form and... it was both exciting but scary to her. What if she did go for it and actually try to seduce the man? Granted, her inexperience would likely work against her, but he also wondered if that would stop the lecher. She was... Saela paused, as if sighing in her mind. This would ruin any semblance of a reputation back home and it was likely her family might disown her, if they even thought she was still alive. One the other hand, it was freeing, she would no longer be bound by her family and keeping its reputation or place in the old aristocracy. The ideas lingering in her mind were certainly tumultuous to her focus, and if Cal looked or glanced at her, he would likely be able to tell she had something on her mind. Her complexion had quickly become far more neutral once she was deep in thought.
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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 Jun 16, 2021 17:35:45 GMT -5
The merfolk gratefully took the lift up onto the boat, but once there, she began to heave and cough. There was no voice behind it, just guttural hacking. Despite this, she grabbed the nearest one of them- whether it was Saela or Caliban, she did not know- and swiped the blood from her back to begin drawing something along with their faces, starting from their cheeks, going to their ears, and then down to their mouth. They did not resemble any ruins either of them knew, but they were not complex or fine-lined.
It wasn't until they were complete did the merfolk begin to breathe easily. The laceration at her side began to foam and harden. Things seemed... calmer.
Except for the voice inside their head, of course.
'We need to kill them!' it cried. 'But not by throwing ourselves in the water!
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