Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38 
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on Jul 2, 2021 21:22:53 GMT -5
She paused drooping a little, "Since I can't see my other senses are a bit more on edge," she sighed, "If that makes any sense that is." Her coils tightened into a coil as she looked more and more guilty for not being that helpful. "It does. Quite a bit in fact. What did you do before you were burdened with this helmet?" He inquired softly, gesturing the rest of his men to start searching the surroundings for more supplies while he dealt with the snake lady. |
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: Twenty-five
Appearance: Cilanthra is a muted green in color, with scales across the entirety of her body. Her under-scales are a light brown and go down to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are unknown as they cannot be observed, but it is known that her snakes have coal black eyes, one was able to be observed quite nicely when it was cut off. Most of the snakes are still trapped under the iron helmet praise the High One. Her fangs are quite large, but due to the helmet she is unable to properly utilize them.
The helmet is made of iron, and due to her nature as part fey it is quite effective to containment of her vile natures. It has a full visor that covers her eyes completely and is sealed to the face, the latter part that covers the lower jaw is iron lattice wiring that prevents her from opening her jaw completely and being able to lunge and bite anyone. Jarring motions will make the iron dig into her scales and flesh, therefore she will not make use of her head as a ram. The metal is enchanted with runes that will make every bit of damage taken cause the helmet to shrink and dig into the scales.
As a result of several instances of evasion and subordination the Medusa has had several instances of the iron mask shrinking upon impact, attempts to destroy, and rust damage. This was anticipated and the mask has only dug into scales and caused major amounts of chaffing.
Her clothing is rudimentary, and probably fashioned from dead goat's skin. It's fairly conservative in nature and covers everything adequately, but it's nothing to look at.
Equipment: Subject has a small locket, attempts to commandeer said locket were more trouble then they were worth, and just intended with pain taken from both sides. Cilanthra will take that damned thing to her grave.
Skills and Abilities: When contact is made with her two core eyes the target is slowly turned to stone over a course of five minutes. The process is only reversible if the process is not completed. The subjects skin is turned to stone first, following with the muscles, vital organs, and lastly the brain. Eyes are also last to turn, as they are required for the transfer to take place.
The snakes on her head that make up her "hair" are capable of stunning a victim if they make eye contact, but are incapable of doing lasting damage outside of psychological.
Her strength is sub par in her upper body, with the only real abilities lying in that of her tail, which is quite well adapted to crushing.
Her venom is paralyzing to most muscles and intense amounts will cause cardiac arrest. Victims can still talk however, at least in minor doses.
Biography: [Fully Redacted by the Gathering of the Great One]
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 17:52:16 GMT -5
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Post by Cilanthra on Jul 9, 2021 10:56:06 GMT -5
She paused drooping a little, "Since I can't see my other senses are a bit more on edge," she sighed, "If that makes any sense that is." Her coils tightened into a coil as she looked more and more guilty for not being that helpful. "It does. Quite a bit in fact. What did you do before you were burdened with this helmet?" He inquired softly, gesturing the rest of his men to start searching the surroundings for more supplies while he dealt with the snake lady. "I lived in the forest...My kind weren't exactly happy to learn of my nature so they left me before I started developing my curse. So, I've been alone for a long while," she said curling into a ball again and "looked" up at him her iron mask glinting in the light. |
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on Jul 24, 2021 17:34:21 GMT -5
"I lived in the forest...My kind weren't exactly happy to learn of my nature so they left me before I started developing my curse. So, I've been alone for a long while," she said curling into a ball again and "looked" up at him her iron mask glinting in the light. "What curse? The helmet seems like more of an inconvenience than a curse." He inquired, sounding a tad confused. |
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: Twenty-five
Appearance: Cilanthra is a muted green in color, with scales across the entirety of her body. Her under-scales are a light brown and go down to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are unknown as they cannot be observed, but it is known that her snakes have coal black eyes, one was able to be observed quite nicely when it was cut off. Most of the snakes are still trapped under the iron helmet praise the High One. Her fangs are quite large, but due to the helmet she is unable to properly utilize them.
The helmet is made of iron, and due to her nature as part fey it is quite effective to containment of her vile natures. It has a full visor that covers her eyes completely and is sealed to the face, the latter part that covers the lower jaw is iron lattice wiring that prevents her from opening her jaw completely and being able to lunge and bite anyone. Jarring motions will make the iron dig into her scales and flesh, therefore she will not make use of her head as a ram. The metal is enchanted with runes that will make every bit of damage taken cause the helmet to shrink and dig into the scales.
As a result of several instances of evasion and subordination the Medusa has had several instances of the iron mask shrinking upon impact, attempts to destroy, and rust damage. This was anticipated and the mask has only dug into scales and caused major amounts of chaffing.
Her clothing is rudimentary, and probably fashioned from dead goat's skin. It's fairly conservative in nature and covers everything adequately, but it's nothing to look at.
Equipment: Subject has a small locket, attempts to commandeer said locket were more trouble then they were worth, and just intended with pain taken from both sides. Cilanthra will take that damned thing to her grave.
Skills and Abilities: When contact is made with her two core eyes the target is slowly turned to stone over a course of five minutes. The process is only reversible if the process is not completed. The subjects skin is turned to stone first, following with the muscles, vital organs, and lastly the brain. Eyes are also last to turn, as they are required for the transfer to take place.
The snakes on her head that make up her "hair" are capable of stunning a victim if they make eye contact, but are incapable of doing lasting damage outside of psychological.
Her strength is sub par in her upper body, with the only real abilities lying in that of her tail, which is quite well adapted to crushing.
Her venom is paralyzing to most muscles and intense amounts will cause cardiac arrest. Victims can still talk however, at least in minor doses.
Biography: [Fully Redacted by the Gathering of the Great One]
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 17:52:16 GMT -5
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Post by Cilanthra on Aug 7, 2021 10:12:43 GMT -5
"I lived in the forest...My kind weren't exactly happy to learn of my nature so they left me before I started developing my curse. So, I've been alone for a long while," she said curling into a ball again and "looked" up at him her iron mask glinting in the light. "What curse? The helmet seems like more of an inconvenience than a curse." He inquired, sounding a tad confused. "Stone, I turn those I see to stone," she said bitterly, "or to be more accurate, I turn those who look at my face to stone. That's how it seems to work," she said looking more upset as her body shivered a little, "I don't have any control over it, that's why I had this mask forced upon me." |
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on Sept 9, 2021 18:10:56 GMT -5
"What curse? The helmet seems like more of an inconvenience than a curse." He inquired, sounding a tad confused. "Stone, I turn those I see to stone," she said bitterly, "or to be more accurate, I turn those who look at my face to stone. That's how it seems to work," she said looking more upset as her body shivered a little, "I don't have any control over it, that's why I had this mask forced upon me." "Do you have to see them as well or is it just the perception of your own face, eyes be damned?" He inquired, genuinely curious as to how this works. "I've never encountered such a thing before." |
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: Twenty-five
Appearance: Cilanthra is a muted green in color, with scales across the entirety of her body. Her under-scales are a light brown and go down to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are unknown as they cannot be observed, but it is known that her snakes have coal black eyes, one was able to be observed quite nicely when it was cut off. Most of the snakes are still trapped under the iron helmet praise the High One. Her fangs are quite large, but due to the helmet she is unable to properly utilize them.
The helmet is made of iron, and due to her nature as part fey it is quite effective to containment of her vile natures. It has a full visor that covers her eyes completely and is sealed to the face, the latter part that covers the lower jaw is iron lattice wiring that prevents her from opening her jaw completely and being able to lunge and bite anyone. Jarring motions will make the iron dig into her scales and flesh, therefore she will not make use of her head as a ram. The metal is enchanted with runes that will make every bit of damage taken cause the helmet to shrink and dig into the scales.
As a result of several instances of evasion and subordination the Medusa has had several instances of the iron mask shrinking upon impact, attempts to destroy, and rust damage. This was anticipated and the mask has only dug into scales and caused major amounts of chaffing.
Her clothing is rudimentary, and probably fashioned from dead goat's skin. It's fairly conservative in nature and covers everything adequately, but it's nothing to look at.
Equipment: Subject has a small locket, attempts to commandeer said locket were more trouble then they were worth, and just intended with pain taken from both sides. Cilanthra will take that damned thing to her grave.
Skills and Abilities: When contact is made with her two core eyes the target is slowly turned to stone over a course of five minutes. The process is only reversible if the process is not completed. The subjects skin is turned to stone first, following with the muscles, vital organs, and lastly the brain. Eyes are also last to turn, as they are required for the transfer to take place.
The snakes on her head that make up her "hair" are capable of stunning a victim if they make eye contact, but are incapable of doing lasting damage outside of psychological.
Her strength is sub par in her upper body, with the only real abilities lying in that of her tail, which is quite well adapted to crushing.
Her venom is paralyzing to most muscles and intense amounts will cause cardiac arrest. Victims can still talk however, at least in minor doses.
Biography: [Fully Redacted by the Gathering of the Great One]
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 17:52:16 GMT -5
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Post by Cilanthra on Dec 2, 2021 23:51:46 GMT -5
"Stone, I turn those I see to stone," she said bitterly, "or to be more accurate, I turn those who look at my face to stone. That's how it seems to work," she said looking more upset as her body shivered a little, "I don't have any control over it, that's why I had this mask forced upon me." "Do you have to see them as well or is it just the perception of your own face, eyes be damned?" He inquired, genuinely curious as to how this works. "I've never encountered such a thing before." She paused and curled in tighter, "I'm afraid I don't know the answer to that question, nor do I think it's wise to test anything out," she said mumbling a little as she sighed deeply. She sniffed, "Hm, hm," she grumbled with a sigh. |
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on Dec 9, 2021 12:23:19 GMT -5
"I mean..." He trailed off for a moment, and considered for a moment. "I would find that ability very useful. I imagine it would be much easier to prevent conflicts if I can threaten to turn another Captain to stone."
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: Twenty-five
Appearance: Cilanthra is a muted green in color, with scales across the entirety of her body. Her under-scales are a light brown and go down to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are unknown as they cannot be observed, but it is known that her snakes have coal black eyes, one was able to be observed quite nicely when it was cut off. Most of the snakes are still trapped under the iron helmet praise the High One. Her fangs are quite large, but due to the helmet she is unable to properly utilize them.
The helmet is made of iron, and due to her nature as part fey it is quite effective to containment of her vile natures. It has a full visor that covers her eyes completely and is sealed to the face, the latter part that covers the lower jaw is iron lattice wiring that prevents her from opening her jaw completely and being able to lunge and bite anyone. Jarring motions will make the iron dig into her scales and flesh, therefore she will not make use of her head as a ram. The metal is enchanted with runes that will make every bit of damage taken cause the helmet to shrink and dig into the scales.
As a result of several instances of evasion and subordination the Medusa has had several instances of the iron mask shrinking upon impact, attempts to destroy, and rust damage. This was anticipated and the mask has only dug into scales and caused major amounts of chaffing.
Her clothing is rudimentary, and probably fashioned from dead goat's skin. It's fairly conservative in nature and covers everything adequately, but it's nothing to look at.
Equipment: Subject has a small locket, attempts to commandeer said locket were more trouble then they were worth, and just intended with pain taken from both sides. Cilanthra will take that damned thing to her grave.
Skills and Abilities: When contact is made with her two core eyes the target is slowly turned to stone over a course of five minutes. The process is only reversible if the process is not completed. The subjects skin is turned to stone first, following with the muscles, vital organs, and lastly the brain. Eyes are also last to turn, as they are required for the transfer to take place.
The snakes on her head that make up her "hair" are capable of stunning a victim if they make eye contact, but are incapable of doing lasting damage outside of psychological.
Her strength is sub par in her upper body, with the only real abilities lying in that of her tail, which is quite well adapted to crushing.
Her venom is paralyzing to most muscles and intense amounts will cause cardiac arrest. Victims can still talk however, at least in minor doses.
Biography: [Fully Redacted by the Gathering of the Great One]
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 17:52:16 GMT -5
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Post by Cilanthra on Feb 21, 2022 10:18:45 GMT -5
"I mean..." He trailed off for a moment, and considered for a moment. "I would find that ability very useful. I imagine it would be much easier to prevent conflicts if I can threaten to turn another Captain to stone." Cilanthra's voice cracked, "But...I don't, I don't wish to freeze people like that," she said with a pained tone as she curled tighter, "That curse is the reason I'm in such pain, why would I want to abuse it? That's not right, it's not right at all," she said as she felt that sinking feeling deep in her gut. |
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on Mar 8, 2022 15:16:05 GMT -5
Cilanthra's voice cracked, "But...I don't, I don't wish to freeze people like that," she said with a pained tone as she curled tighter, "That curse is the reason I'm in such pain, why would I want to abuse it? That's not right, it's not right at all," she said as she felt that sinking feeling deep in her gut. "Woah woah woah, nobody said you would actually use it. Just that we would...threaten to use it you know?" His tone softened up a bit, trying not to scare her off. "All we would need to do would be to find a realistic-looking stone statue of a person to 'prove' what we're saying is true." |
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Cilanthra
Established
no no no
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: Twenty-five
Appearance: Cilanthra is a muted green in color, with scales across the entirety of her body. Her under-scales are a light brown and go down to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are unknown as they cannot be observed, but it is known that her snakes have coal black eyes, one was able to be observed quite nicely when it was cut off. Most of the snakes are still trapped under the iron helmet praise the High One. Her fangs are quite large, but due to the helmet she is unable to properly utilize them.
The helmet is made of iron, and due to her nature as part fey it is quite effective to containment of her vile natures. It has a full visor that covers her eyes completely and is sealed to the face, the latter part that covers the lower jaw is iron lattice wiring that prevents her from opening her jaw completely and being able to lunge and bite anyone. Jarring motions will make the iron dig into her scales and flesh, therefore she will not make use of her head as a ram. The metal is enchanted with runes that will make every bit of damage taken cause the helmet to shrink and dig into the scales.
As a result of several instances of evasion and subordination the Medusa has had several instances of the iron mask shrinking upon impact, attempts to destroy, and rust damage. This was anticipated and the mask has only dug into scales and caused major amounts of chaffing.
Her clothing is rudimentary, and probably fashioned from dead goat's skin. It's fairly conservative in nature and covers everything adequately, but it's nothing to look at.
Equipment: Subject has a small locket, attempts to commandeer said locket were more trouble then they were worth, and just intended with pain taken from both sides. Cilanthra will take that damned thing to her grave.
Skills and Abilities: When contact is made with her two core eyes the target is slowly turned to stone over a course of five minutes. The process is only reversible if the process is not completed. The subjects skin is turned to stone first, following with the muscles, vital organs, and lastly the brain. Eyes are also last to turn, as they are required for the transfer to take place.
The snakes on her head that make up her "hair" are capable of stunning a victim if they make eye contact, but are incapable of doing lasting damage outside of psychological.
Her strength is sub par in her upper body, with the only real abilities lying in that of her tail, which is quite well adapted to crushing.
Her venom is paralyzing to most muscles and intense amounts will cause cardiac arrest. Victims can still talk however, at least in minor doses.
Biography: [Fully Redacted by the Gathering of the Great One]
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 17:52:16 GMT -5
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Post by Cilanthra on Mar 8, 2022 17:23:55 GMT -5
Cilanthra's voice cracked, "But...I don't, I don't wish to freeze people like that," she said with a pained tone as she curled tighter, "That curse is the reason I'm in such pain, why would I want to abuse it? That's not right, it's not right at all," she said as she felt that sinking feeling deep in her gut. "Woah woah woah, nobody said you would actually use it. Just that we would...threaten to use it you know?" His tone softened up a bit, trying not to scare her off. "All we would need to do would be to find a realistic-looking stone statue of a person to 'prove' what we're saying is true." The Medusa slowly stared down, or her helmet looked down, "Ok, that's, that's ok," she said as she relaxed a little, "That makes a little bit more sense," the snake like creature sighed, "I'm just a bit...nervous is all," she said with a more relaxed sigh, "Not used to conversations, and all of this," she says motioning weakly with her hands. |
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on Mar 31, 2022 15:43:48 GMT -5
The Medusa slowly stared down, or her helmet looked down, "Ok, that's, that's ok," she said as she relaxed a little, "That makes a little bit more sense," the snake like creature sighed, "I'm just a bit...nervous is all," she said with a more relaxed sigh, "Not used to conversations, and all of this," she says motioning weakly with her hands. "Nervous?" He scoffed, "Nonsense! We're the jolliest damn band of privateers on this damnable island. At least when we're not being hounded by a rotting whale and its captain." Tyndall chuckled, resting a hand on Cilanthra's shoulder. "But don't worry, we haven't seen him in a month or more. Hard to keep track of time here." |
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