Hand of the Mist
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Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Mar 26, 2021 0:51:23 GMT -5
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Post by Hand of the Mist on Mar 26, 2021 0:54:01 GMT -5
A Blue Lagoon A quiet and cool lagoon brimming with plant life. A prime fishing spot, as many smaller creatures come here to escape larger predators just beyond the sand bar.
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Ji-Min
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: Unknown
Appearance: As a celestial vulx, Ji-Min carries a phantasmic, eerie appearance even among her kind: hair like moonlight, a bushel of three tails, and a menagerie of tattoos that dance about her skin as though they were alive as she. She's also a head taller than other vulx, rising to be as tall as most human women. She wears a mask atop her head that will, under certain circumstances, change shape: one into a fox, the other into a human, both blank. She wears silken robes that are too large, and beneath that, a complex layering of undergarments unsuited for the isles.
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Equipment: Ji Min uses the two wakizashi painted into her skin for combat. Otherwise, she has little in the way of adventurer's tools: only a waterskin and another leather pouch for food. Around her neck, hidden beneath her collar, is a necklace wound tightly around a pearl.
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Skills and Abilities: Being the celestial yokai of winter, Ji Min has varying, if subdued, powers over the themes of frost.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 21:27:50 GMT -5
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Post by Ji-Min on Mar 26, 2021 19:35:09 GMT -5
As the Hi Ko Yanu sailed toward the isles, they closed in on a lagoon. Though they didn't go past the sandbank, which would beech the boat, they did anchor close to it. Meanwhile, Ji-Min focused on the rabbit-eared fellow who was marooned on a piece of driftwood. She sat at his side, hands in her lap, head tilted to the side in confusion. "Ironic?" she asked. She put a hand up to her lips, hiding a small smirk. "Perhaps."
"We came out of the mists and happened upon this place. Do you know where we are?" She eyed his case, which seemed rather precious to him. "What is your name?" she asked next. "I am Ji-Min. This is Kroe and Khepri." She pointed to the bird woman and the orc in turn.
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Jackingson Pillberry
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: Jackingson Pillberry is just short six feet, hanging at about 5'10. His fur is a bright white color with dashes of smooth brown laced about, particularly in the ears. His eyes are a dark red hazel. He appears to be part Lepus americanus, or as the layman would know the snowshoe hare.
His clothing is very professional. He wears a slim grey bowler hat, with a small feather of unidentified origin tucked inside. Moving downwards he possesses a black bowtie laced inside a white colored shirt. Over the shirt he wears a black vest which carries a fob watch. The watch is not ornate, and looks like it was built to be hit with a hammer and keep on ticking. It's most certainly a mix of iron and with the inner workings, copper. Black dress pants are the last article of visible clothing. The clothing appears to have minor magical properties as they clean up incredibly well for the amount of blood and dirt that end up building up from time to time. They also are incredibly sturdy and tear resistant, which is evidenced by the fact that the pockets end up with heavy metal shoved into them.
Equipment: He has a mildly magical fob watch that can be switched from compass to watch that self adjusts no matter where you end up.
He carries two brass knuckles which slip into the back of his dress clothes quite neatly.
Under his right sleeve he has a knife that will slide out of a simple mechanism on his wrist.
He also carries some sort of flask that can turn water into cider when left alone for a day.
Skills and Abilities: Jackingson is suspected to have some amount of vampire blood in his system. The following powers and abilities have been observed:
Heavily increased strength; Jackingson has been observed tossing things weighing easily weighing three times his body weight with ease. However it is noted that his emotional state is always high when such instances occur, when he's not in a high emotional state he appears to act like the above average male in this category.
High sense of smell; The overwhelming theory behind Jackingson's uncanny sense of smell is his relation to the snowshoe hare.
Advanced speed; Thankfully, he does not possess super human levels of speed, but he can move deftly fast becoming close to a blur if he gets the right velocity, which isn't hard with how fast and high he can jump.
Jackingson appears incredibly dependent on a steady diet of raw meat and blood. The exact details of such a diet has not been directly observed, but it can be assumed that without it he would not be able to match his superhuman feats.
Biography: Jackingson Pillberry was originally detected in a no name town running the local bar. It is unknown where he was before that point, and why he's suddenly relocated to the isles. It is known however that he had an accomplice of sorts, a female dullahan's head with bright red hair.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 9:47:11 GMT -5
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Post by Jackingson Pillberry on Mar 26, 2021 19:43:55 GMT -5
As the Hi Ko Yanu sailed toward the isles, they closed in on a lagoon. Though they didn't go past the sandbank, which would beech the boat, they did anchor close to it. Meanwhile, Ji-Min focused on the rabbit-eared fellow who was marooned on a piece of driftwood. She sat at his side, hands in her lap, head tilted to the side in confusion. "Ironic?" she asked. She put a hand up to her lips, hiding a small smirk. "Perhaps." "We came out of the mists and happened upon this place. Do you know where we are?" She eyed his case, which seemed rather precious to him. "What is your name?" she asked next. "I am Ji-Min. This is Kroe and Khepri." She pointed to the bird woman and the orc in turn. He gave a small groan as he got up, "Well, my name is Jackingson, Jackingson Pillberry. Previous adventurer, and then bartender. My friend in the box is a dullahan, missing the body however," he said with a frown. He looked about, "Ah, I see, well a pleasure to meet you!" He said with a laugh. His hand moved down to his belt and felt a bottle, "Ha! I still have this! Nice...found this sucker in a dungeon a long while back, it turns water into hard cider. It's quite a grand find, any of you care for some?"
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Ji-Min
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: Unknown
Appearance: As a celestial vulx, Ji-Min carries a phantasmic, eerie appearance even among her kind: hair like moonlight, a bushel of three tails, and a menagerie of tattoos that dance about her skin as though they were alive as she. She's also a head taller than other vulx, rising to be as tall as most human women. She wears a mask atop her head that will, under certain circumstances, change shape: one into a fox, the other into a human, both blank. She wears silken robes that are too large, and beneath that, a complex layering of undergarments unsuited for the isles.
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Equipment: Ji Min uses the two wakizashi painted into her skin for combat. Otherwise, she has little in the way of adventurer's tools: only a waterskin and another leather pouch for food. Around her neck, hidden beneath her collar, is a necklace wound tightly around a pearl.
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Skills and Abilities: Being the celestial yokai of winter, Ji Min has varying, if subdued, powers over the themes of frost.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 21:27:50 GMT -5
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Post by Ji-Min on Mar 27, 2021 0:03:02 GMT -5
"Pleasure is all mine," said the vulx. She paused to listen to him, then eyed the case that he motioned toward. A dullahan? She never heard of such a thing. She became even more curious when he said they were missing a body, but she decided not to ask. Presumably, she would find out soon enough.
Her ears did perk up when he mentioned cider. She looked toward Kroe, who shrugged his shoulders and motioned toward the dinghy. Ji-min nodded before giving her attention to Jackingson. She tentatively reached toward the bottle, asking quietly if she could try it. She gave him a nod when he went ahead and offered.
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Jackingson Pillberry
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: Jackingson Pillberry is just short six feet, hanging at about 5'10. His fur is a bright white color with dashes of smooth brown laced about, particularly in the ears. His eyes are a dark red hazel. He appears to be part Lepus americanus, or as the layman would know the snowshoe hare.
His clothing is very professional. He wears a slim grey bowler hat, with a small feather of unidentified origin tucked inside. Moving downwards he possesses a black bowtie laced inside a white colored shirt. Over the shirt he wears a black vest which carries a fob watch. The watch is not ornate, and looks like it was built to be hit with a hammer and keep on ticking. It's most certainly a mix of iron and with the inner workings, copper. Black dress pants are the last article of visible clothing. The clothing appears to have minor magical properties as they clean up incredibly well for the amount of blood and dirt that end up building up from time to time. They also are incredibly sturdy and tear resistant, which is evidenced by the fact that the pockets end up with heavy metal shoved into them.
Equipment: He has a mildly magical fob watch that can be switched from compass to watch that self adjusts no matter where you end up.
He carries two brass knuckles which slip into the back of his dress clothes quite neatly.
Under his right sleeve he has a knife that will slide out of a simple mechanism on his wrist.
He also carries some sort of flask that can turn water into cider when left alone for a day.
Skills and Abilities: Jackingson is suspected to have some amount of vampire blood in his system. The following powers and abilities have been observed:
Heavily increased strength; Jackingson has been observed tossing things weighing easily weighing three times his body weight with ease. However it is noted that his emotional state is always high when such instances occur, when he's not in a high emotional state he appears to act like the above average male in this category.
High sense of smell; The overwhelming theory behind Jackingson's uncanny sense of smell is his relation to the snowshoe hare.
Advanced speed; Thankfully, he does not possess super human levels of speed, but he can move deftly fast becoming close to a blur if he gets the right velocity, which isn't hard with how fast and high he can jump.
Jackingson appears incredibly dependent on a steady diet of raw meat and blood. The exact details of such a diet has not been directly observed, but it can be assumed that without it he would not be able to match his superhuman feats.
Biography: Jackingson Pillberry was originally detected in a no name town running the local bar. It is unknown where he was before that point, and why he's suddenly relocated to the isles. It is known however that he had an accomplice of sorts, a female dullahan's head with bright red hair.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 9:47:11 GMT -5
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Post by Jackingson Pillberry on Mar 27, 2021 1:05:47 GMT -5
"Pleasure is all mine," said the vulx. She paused to listen to him, then eyed the case that he motioned toward. A dullahan? She never heard of such a thing. She became even more curious when he said they were missing a body, but she decided not to ask. Presumably, she would find out soon enough. Her ears did perk up when he mentioned cider. She looked toward Kroe, who shrugged his shoulders and motioned toward the dinghy. Ji-min nodded before giving her attention to Jackingson. She tentatively reached toward the bottle, asking quietly if she could try it. She gave him a nod when he went ahead and offered. Jackingson's ears perked up as he glanced to the other two. He shrugged, and handed the bottle over. He sat down cross legged, "So, any clue what that land over there all about? I was on fishing ship of sorts, but the captain wasn't exactly that clever. I swear they all got drunk on wine or beer, one of the two. Stupid fools," he sighed leaning back, "Well, I should probably go hunt a boar or something akin once we get to land. Say, when was the last time you folks ate?"
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Ji-Min
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: Unknown
Appearance: As a celestial vulx, Ji-Min carries a phantasmic, eerie appearance even among her kind: hair like moonlight, a bushel of three tails, and a menagerie of tattoos that dance about her skin as though they were alive as she. She's also a head taller than other vulx, rising to be as tall as most human women. She wears a mask atop her head that will, under certain circumstances, change shape: one into a fox, the other into a human, both blank. She wears silken robes that are too large, and beneath that, a complex layering of undergarments unsuited for the isles.
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Equipment: Ji Min uses the two wakizashi painted into her skin for combat. Otherwise, she has little in the way of adventurer's tools: only a waterskin and another leather pouch for food. Around her neck, hidden beneath her collar, is a necklace wound tightly around a pearl.
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Skills and Abilities: Being the celestial yokai of winter, Ji Min has varying, if subdued, powers over the themes of frost.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 21:27:50 GMT -5
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Post by Ji-Min on Mar 27, 2021 1:34:32 GMT -5
Looking over at the wash of greenery before them, Ji-Min shrugged. "We have only just arrived for the first time. I am not familiar with these lands." And then she took a sip of the cider, immediately making a face as the liquid popped and fizzed in her mouth. It was also so sweet, a large departure from the makgeolli and soju of her home. Cheeks ablush, a hand raised to her lips once more, she placed the cider down and politely declined the rest.
"... a unique flavor," she commented. "And it has been almost a day since our last meal. All of the fruit rotted and the fish thinned out just before appearing here. I am sure Kroe would love a friend to hunt with."
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Jackingson Pillberry
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: Jackingson Pillberry is just short six feet, hanging at about 5'10. His fur is a bright white color with dashes of smooth brown laced about, particularly in the ears. His eyes are a dark red hazel. He appears to be part Lepus americanus, or as the layman would know the snowshoe hare.
His clothing is very professional. He wears a slim grey bowler hat, with a small feather of unidentified origin tucked inside. Moving downwards he possesses a black bowtie laced inside a white colored shirt. Over the shirt he wears a black vest which carries a fob watch. The watch is not ornate, and looks like it was built to be hit with a hammer and keep on ticking. It's most certainly a mix of iron and with the inner workings, copper. Black dress pants are the last article of visible clothing. The clothing appears to have minor magical properties as they clean up incredibly well for the amount of blood and dirt that end up building up from time to time. They also are incredibly sturdy and tear resistant, which is evidenced by the fact that the pockets end up with heavy metal shoved into them.
Equipment: He has a mildly magical fob watch that can be switched from compass to watch that self adjusts no matter where you end up.
He carries two brass knuckles which slip into the back of his dress clothes quite neatly.
Under his right sleeve he has a knife that will slide out of a simple mechanism on his wrist.
He also carries some sort of flask that can turn water into cider when left alone for a day.
Skills and Abilities: Jackingson is suspected to have some amount of vampire blood in his system. The following powers and abilities have been observed:
Heavily increased strength; Jackingson has been observed tossing things weighing easily weighing three times his body weight with ease. However it is noted that his emotional state is always high when such instances occur, when he's not in a high emotional state he appears to act like the above average male in this category.
High sense of smell; The overwhelming theory behind Jackingson's uncanny sense of smell is his relation to the snowshoe hare.
Advanced speed; Thankfully, he does not possess super human levels of speed, but he can move deftly fast becoming close to a blur if he gets the right velocity, which isn't hard with how fast and high he can jump.
Jackingson appears incredibly dependent on a steady diet of raw meat and blood. The exact details of such a diet has not been directly observed, but it can be assumed that without it he would not be able to match his superhuman feats.
Biography: Jackingson Pillberry was originally detected in a no name town running the local bar. It is unknown where he was before that point, and why he's suddenly relocated to the isles. It is known however that he had an accomplice of sorts, a female dullahan's head with bright red hair.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 9:47:11 GMT -5
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Post by Jackingson Pillberry on Mar 27, 2021 2:13:53 GMT -5
Looking over at the wash of greenery before them, Ji-Min shrugged. "We have only just arrived for the first time. I am not familiar with these lands." And then she took a sip of the cider, immediately making a face as the liquid popped and fizzed in her mouth. It was also so sweet, a large departure from the makgeolli and soju of her home. Cheeks ablush, a hand raised to her lips once more, she placed the cider down and politely declined the rest. "... a unique flavor," she commented. "And it has been almost a day since our last meal. All of the fruit rotted and the fish thinned out just before appearing here. I am sure Kroe would love a friend to hunt with." He chuckled, "First time trying it I see," he said sealing the cap back on and then holstering it. Jackingson looked out at the trees, "Well, shelter shouldn't be that hard to construct, granted someone's got an ax...might be a bit tricky if ya don't 'ave one," he said with a small frown, "But sure thing, we got an ax...probably could start a log cabin of sorts. Could have it up in a couple days probably..." He frowned harder, "Eh," he suddenly started massaging his temples, "Blasted headache...really need to get something to eat by the end of the day I've been out too long...when we landin?"
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Ji-Min
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: Unknown
Appearance: As a celestial vulx, Ji-Min carries a phantasmic, eerie appearance even among her kind: hair like moonlight, a bushel of three tails, and a menagerie of tattoos that dance about her skin as though they were alive as she. She's also a head taller than other vulx, rising to be as tall as most human women. She wears a mask atop her head that will, under certain circumstances, change shape: one into a fox, the other into a human, both blank. She wears silken robes that are too large, and beneath that, a complex layering of undergarments unsuited for the isles.
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Equipment: Ji Min uses the two wakizashi painted into her skin for combat. Otherwise, she has little in the way of adventurer's tools: only a waterskin and another leather pouch for food. Around her neck, hidden beneath her collar, is a necklace wound tightly around a pearl.
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Skills and Abilities: Being the celestial yokai of winter, Ji Min has varying, if subdued, powers over the themes of frost.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 21:27:50 GMT -5
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Post by Ji-Min on Mar 29, 2021 19:59:34 GMT -5
"I do believe there might be one on the boat. Kroe?" asked Ji-Min, looking to the orc curiously. He grunted a yes, then motioned toward the dinghy when Jackingson asked when they were landing.
"We're not crashing the boat on a sandbank," he stated. Khepri flew over, ignoring the boat, wings spread wide. She told them she would scout ahead and disappeared behind the foliage-ridden rock between them and the island. Ji-Min waved Jackingson over and held a hand out to pull him up.
"Let us be on our way," she said with a tiny smile.
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Jackingson Pillberry
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: Jackingson Pillberry is just short six feet, hanging at about 5'10. His fur is a bright white color with dashes of smooth brown laced about, particularly in the ears. His eyes are a dark red hazel. He appears to be part Lepus americanus, or as the layman would know the snowshoe hare.
His clothing is very professional. He wears a slim grey bowler hat, with a small feather of unidentified origin tucked inside. Moving downwards he possesses a black bowtie laced inside a white colored shirt. Over the shirt he wears a black vest which carries a fob watch. The watch is not ornate, and looks like it was built to be hit with a hammer and keep on ticking. It's most certainly a mix of iron and with the inner workings, copper. Black dress pants are the last article of visible clothing. The clothing appears to have minor magical properties as they clean up incredibly well for the amount of blood and dirt that end up building up from time to time. They also are incredibly sturdy and tear resistant, which is evidenced by the fact that the pockets end up with heavy metal shoved into them.
Equipment: He has a mildly magical fob watch that can be switched from compass to watch that self adjusts no matter where you end up.
He carries two brass knuckles which slip into the back of his dress clothes quite neatly.
Under his right sleeve he has a knife that will slide out of a simple mechanism on his wrist.
He also carries some sort of flask that can turn water into cider when left alone for a day.
Skills and Abilities: Jackingson is suspected to have some amount of vampire blood in his system. The following powers and abilities have been observed:
Heavily increased strength; Jackingson has been observed tossing things weighing easily weighing three times his body weight with ease. However it is noted that his emotional state is always high when such instances occur, when he's not in a high emotional state he appears to act like the above average male in this category.
High sense of smell; The overwhelming theory behind Jackingson's uncanny sense of smell is his relation to the snowshoe hare.
Advanced speed; Thankfully, he does not possess super human levels of speed, but he can move deftly fast becoming close to a blur if he gets the right velocity, which isn't hard with how fast and high he can jump.
Jackingson appears incredibly dependent on a steady diet of raw meat and blood. The exact details of such a diet has not been directly observed, but it can be assumed that without it he would not be able to match his superhuman feats.
Biography: Jackingson Pillberry was originally detected in a no name town running the local bar. It is unknown where he was before that point, and why he's suddenly relocated to the isles. It is known however that he had an accomplice of sorts, a female dullahan's head with bright red hair.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 9:47:11 GMT -5
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Post by Jackingson Pillberry on Mar 29, 2021 20:21:02 GMT -5
"I do believe there might be one on the boat. Kroe?" asked Ji-Min, looking to the orc curiously. He grunted a yes, then motioned toward the dinghy when Jackingson asked when they were landing. "We're not crashing the boat on a sandbank," he stated. Khepri flew over, ignoring the boat, wings spread wide. She told them she would scout ahead and disappeared behind the foliage-ridden rock between them and the island. Ji-Min waved Jackingson over and held a hand out to pull him up. "Let us be on our way," she said with a tiny smile. "Perfect, I'll go chop down some wood, bet if we work quick we can get a rudimentary frame of a cabin up," he said eagerly, "Shouldn't be too hard, say which one of you's good at lifting?" He announced grinning like literally nothing had happened before and he'd been there the whole time. Jackingson took the hand with a eager grin, "I haven't been out adventuring in a good few years, got locked up in that old bar...must say the sun sure is bright out," he commented looking up. It wasn't of course, so that was an oddity.
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Ji-Min
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: Unknown
Appearance: As a celestial vulx, Ji-Min carries a phantasmic, eerie appearance even among her kind: hair like moonlight, a bushel of three tails, and a menagerie of tattoos that dance about her skin as though they were alive as she. She's also a head taller than other vulx, rising to be as tall as most human women. She wears a mask atop her head that will, under certain circumstances, change shape: one into a fox, the other into a human, both blank. She wears silken robes that are too large, and beneath that, a complex layering of undergarments unsuited for the isles.
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Equipment: Ji Min uses the two wakizashi painted into her skin for combat. Otherwise, she has little in the way of adventurer's tools: only a waterskin and another leather pouch for food. Around her neck, hidden beneath her collar, is a necklace wound tightly around a pearl.
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Skills and Abilities: Being the celestial yokai of winter, Ji Min has varying, if subdued, powers over the themes of frost.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 21:27:50 GMT -5
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Post by Ji-Min on Mar 30, 2021 0:54:05 GMT -5
Ji-Min stifled a laugh. "Which of us do you think?" she asked, gesturing between the three of the main crew. Ji-Min herself was dressed in nice silks and was small and lean. Khepri wasn't much different, and a bird-woman had hollow bones and thinner muscles in her arms to allow flight. Kroe, on the other hand, was six inches above six feet and rippling with muscle. She thought it might be obvious. "It does seem bright. Brighter than I ever remembered it," she said in reply.
As they moved toward the boat, she pulled her silk dress from her shoulders, revealing a crude shirt and breeches made from the burlap sacks that held the fruit that later rotted. It wasn't flattering, but it was better than walking around in her prized and expensive outfits.
She hopped into the boat and gestured for Jackingson to follow. Once he was in, the boat was lowered and rowed over to the lagoon, beyond the large rock. Once there, they were met with incredible amounts of vegetation overflowing onto the beach, filled with ferns, mangroves, and beech trees, along with a few plants they never laid eyes on. Ji-Min's eyes were shining. She hopped out of the boat in a pair of wooden sandals, the twine rubbing her toes. Kroe dragged the dinghy onto the white sands with a grunt, then flipped out the axe he brought with him. It wasn't terribly large, but it would be good enough to get some small huts made.
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Jackingson Pillberry
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: Jackingson Pillberry is just short six feet, hanging at about 5'10. His fur is a bright white color with dashes of smooth brown laced about, particularly in the ears. His eyes are a dark red hazel. He appears to be part Lepus americanus, or as the layman would know the snowshoe hare.
His clothing is very professional. He wears a slim grey bowler hat, with a small feather of unidentified origin tucked inside. Moving downwards he possesses a black bowtie laced inside a white colored shirt. Over the shirt he wears a black vest which carries a fob watch. The watch is not ornate, and looks like it was built to be hit with a hammer and keep on ticking. It's most certainly a mix of iron and with the inner workings, copper. Black dress pants are the last article of visible clothing. The clothing appears to have minor magical properties as they clean up incredibly well for the amount of blood and dirt that end up building up from time to time. They also are incredibly sturdy and tear resistant, which is evidenced by the fact that the pockets end up with heavy metal shoved into them.
Equipment: He has a mildly magical fob watch that can be switched from compass to watch that self adjusts no matter where you end up.
He carries two brass knuckles which slip into the back of his dress clothes quite neatly.
Under his right sleeve he has a knife that will slide out of a simple mechanism on his wrist.
He also carries some sort of flask that can turn water into cider when left alone for a day.
Skills and Abilities: Jackingson is suspected to have some amount of vampire blood in his system. The following powers and abilities have been observed:
Heavily increased strength; Jackingson has been observed tossing things weighing easily weighing three times his body weight with ease. However it is noted that his emotional state is always high when such instances occur, when he's not in a high emotional state he appears to act like the above average male in this category.
High sense of smell; The overwhelming theory behind Jackingson's uncanny sense of smell is his relation to the snowshoe hare.
Advanced speed; Thankfully, he does not possess super human levels of speed, but he can move deftly fast becoming close to a blur if he gets the right velocity, which isn't hard with how fast and high he can jump.
Jackingson appears incredibly dependent on a steady diet of raw meat and blood. The exact details of such a diet has not been directly observed, but it can be assumed that without it he would not be able to match his superhuman feats.
Biography: Jackingson Pillberry was originally detected in a no name town running the local bar. It is unknown where he was before that point, and why he's suddenly relocated to the isles. It is known however that he had an accomplice of sorts, a female dullahan's head with bright red hair.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 9:47:11 GMT -5
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Post by Jackingson Pillberry on Mar 30, 2021 1:07:29 GMT -5
Ji-Min stifled a laugh. "Which of us do you think?" she asked, gesturing between the three of the main crew. Ji-Min herself was dressed in nice silks and was small and lean. Khepri wasn't much different, and a bird-woman had hollow bones and thinner muscles in her arms to allow flight. Kroe, on the other hand, was six inches above six feet and rippling with muscle. She thought it might be obvious. "It does seem bright. Brighter than I ever remembered it," she said in reply. As they moved toward the boat, she pulled her silk dress from her shoulders, revealing a crude shirt and breeches made from the burlap sacks that held the fruit that later rotted. It wasn't flattering, but it was better than walking around in her prized and expensive outfits. She hopped into the boat and gestured for Jackingson to follow. Once he was in, the boat was lowered and rowed over to the lagoon, beyond the large rock. Once there, they were met with incredible amounts of vegetation overflowing onto the beach, filled with ferns, mangroves, and beech trees, along with a few plants they never laid eyes on. Ji-Min's eyes were shining. She hopped out of the boat in a pair of wooden sandals, the twine rubbing her toes. Kroe dragged the dinghy onto the white sands with a grunt, then flipped out the axe he brought with him. It wasn't terribly large, but it would be good enough to get some small huts made. The lithe hare fellow laughed, "In my experience magical strength typically is a lot less...telling," he said shaking his head and laughing more, "Well now, I can lift a couple trees no problem. Should get a meal in sometime or I won't be much use long term, but short term I'm right as rain. Which I hope we have soon because I don't care for this sun much," he said leaping off the boat, "So, fellow with the ax, do you want to cut the trees down or would you like me to take a whack at it?" He stretched his legs and arms as if prepping for a bit of a run, "Man, I need to stretch my legs, going to have clean the saltwater out of these clothes, and catch up my friend at some point..."
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Ji-Min
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: Unknown
Appearance: As a celestial vulx, Ji-Min carries a phantasmic, eerie appearance even among her kind: hair like moonlight, a bushel of three tails, and a menagerie of tattoos that dance about her skin as though they were alive as she. She's also a head taller than other vulx, rising to be as tall as most human women. She wears a mask atop her head that will, under certain circumstances, change shape: one into a fox, the other into a human, both blank. She wears silken robes that are too large, and beneath that, a complex layering of undergarments unsuited for the isles.
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Equipment: Ji Min uses the two wakizashi painted into her skin for combat. Otherwise, she has little in the way of adventurer's tools: only a waterskin and another leather pouch for food. Around her neck, hidden beneath her collar, is a necklace wound tightly around a pearl.
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Skills and Abilities: Being the celestial yokai of winter, Ji Min has varying, if subdued, powers over the themes of frost.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 21:27:50 GMT -5
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Post by Ji-Min on Mar 30, 2021 23:00:46 GMT -5
"Magic seems muted now," said Ji-Min. "Khepri said so. She was quite the sorceress, or so she told me. Ever since the floods, she has not been able to use her magic like she once did. Sometimes she can conjure light, sometimes she can make a light breeze, but not much else." The vulx's ears twitched left and right as she listened to the forest. It was brimming with birdsong and the little snaps and rustle of critters moving through the brush. She couldn't see it all, but the wall of vegetation before her felt so alive just from the sound of it. Her face lit up with a grin.
Kroe spun the axe around his hand and grunted, as he very often did. "I'll take care of shelter," he said, voice deep and rumbling. One couldn't expect much else from an orc. "The vulx would be defter at hunting."
They exchanged glances.
The orc decided not to speak.
Rolling her eyes, Ji-Min reached into the boat and brought out a rather crude, wooden spear. "I suppose I shall be the one to hunt with you, then." She beamed. "What do you know of it? Hunting, that is."
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Jackingson Pillberry
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: Jackingson Pillberry is just short six feet, hanging at about 5'10. His fur is a bright white color with dashes of smooth brown laced about, particularly in the ears. His eyes are a dark red hazel. He appears to be part Lepus americanus, or as the layman would know the snowshoe hare.
His clothing is very professional. He wears a slim grey bowler hat, with a small feather of unidentified origin tucked inside. Moving downwards he possesses a black bowtie laced inside a white colored shirt. Over the shirt he wears a black vest which carries a fob watch. The watch is not ornate, and looks like it was built to be hit with a hammer and keep on ticking. It's most certainly a mix of iron and with the inner workings, copper. Black dress pants are the last article of visible clothing. The clothing appears to have minor magical properties as they clean up incredibly well for the amount of blood and dirt that end up building up from time to time. They also are incredibly sturdy and tear resistant, which is evidenced by the fact that the pockets end up with heavy metal shoved into them.
Equipment: He has a mildly magical fob watch that can be switched from compass to watch that self adjusts no matter where you end up.
He carries two brass knuckles which slip into the back of his dress clothes quite neatly.
Under his right sleeve he has a knife that will slide out of a simple mechanism on his wrist.
He also carries some sort of flask that can turn water into cider when left alone for a day.
Skills and Abilities: Jackingson is suspected to have some amount of vampire blood in his system. The following powers and abilities have been observed:
Heavily increased strength; Jackingson has been observed tossing things weighing easily weighing three times his body weight with ease. However it is noted that his emotional state is always high when such instances occur, when he's not in a high emotional state he appears to act like the above average male in this category.
High sense of smell; The overwhelming theory behind Jackingson's uncanny sense of smell is his relation to the snowshoe hare.
Advanced speed; Thankfully, he does not possess super human levels of speed, but he can move deftly fast becoming close to a blur if he gets the right velocity, which isn't hard with how fast and high he can jump.
Jackingson appears incredibly dependent on a steady diet of raw meat and blood. The exact details of such a diet has not been directly observed, but it can be assumed that without it he would not be able to match his superhuman feats.
Biography: Jackingson Pillberry was originally detected in a no name town running the local bar. It is unknown where he was before that point, and why he's suddenly relocated to the isles. It is known however that he had an accomplice of sorts, a female dullahan's head with bright red hair.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 9:47:11 GMT -5
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Post by Jackingson Pillberry on Mar 31, 2021 14:59:19 GMT -5
"Magic seems muted now," said Ji-Min. "Khepri said so. She was quite the sorceress, or so she told me. Ever since the floods, she has not been able to use her magic like she once did. Sometimes she can conjure light, sometimes she can make a light breeze, but not much else." The vulx's ears twitched left and right as she listened to the forest. It was brimming with birdsong and the little snaps and rustle of critters moving through the brush. She couldn't see it all, but the wall of vegetation before her felt so alive just from the sound of it. Her face lit up with a grin. Kroe spun the axe around his hand and grunted, as he very often did. "I'll take care of shelter," he said, voice deep and rumbling. One couldn't expect much else from an orc. "The vulx would be defter at hunting." They exchanged glances. The orc decided not to speak. Rolling her eyes, Ji-Min reached into the boat and brought out a rather crude, wooden spear. "I suppose I shall be the one to hunt with you, then." She beamed. "What do you know of it? Hunting, that is." Whatever unspoken exchangement was going on, Jackingson remained ignorant. He chuckled with a laugh, "I typically just go find a boar and kill it, nothing very tactful I must say," he shook his head with a shrug as he slipped out of his jacket and set it along with his hat on a branch. He gave a cheery grin as he slipped on a pair of shiny brass knuckles and checked some sort of wrist knife. He looked up at her, "What do you actually hunt? Come to think of it I might scare it away," he said with a chuckle.
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Ji-Min
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: Unknown
Appearance: As a celestial vulx, Ji-Min carries a phantasmic, eerie appearance even among her kind: hair like moonlight, a bushel of three tails, and a menagerie of tattoos that dance about her skin as though they were alive as she. She's also a head taller than other vulx, rising to be as tall as most human women. She wears a mask atop her head that will, under certain circumstances, change shape: one into a fox, the other into a human, both blank. She wears silken robes that are too large, and beneath that, a complex layering of undergarments unsuited for the isles.
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Equipment: Ji Min uses the two wakizashi painted into her skin for combat. Otherwise, she has little in the way of adventurer's tools: only a waterskin and another leather pouch for food. Around her neck, hidden beneath her collar, is a necklace wound tightly around a pearl.
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Skills and Abilities: Being the celestial yokai of winter, Ji Min has varying, if subdued, powers over the themes of frost.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 21:27:50 GMT -5
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Post by Ji-Min on Apr 1, 2021 19:31:57 GMT -5
"Let us hope boar is something we can find on this island," said Ji-Min. "You said you have never been here before. Neither have I. This is a new world, and we may not be familiar with the creatures here. Perhaps we do find a boar, but is it the boar we are familiar with?"
Wading further into the woods, she felt twigs scraping at her arms and her thighs, earth dimpling and crunching beneath her sandals, and the cool, crisp air tease her skin. The breeze rattled the leaves around them and mingled with the odd chirps and whistles that were familiar to most forests, but Ji-Min could pick up a few things that she'd never heard before. A jovial "a-WOOP" that dipped and then rose in volume suddenly and sounded nearly human. She looked to the trees, watching something bird-shaped but decidedly not birdlike hop from one branch to another. Roughly the size of a hawk, it sported colorful green and red feathers but had a long neck, scales, and an oddly short beak. The tail was like a lizard's, albeit sprouting a peacock of feathers further down near the end. It turned, spotted Jackingson and Ji-Min, and let out that "a-WOOP," giving them a good look at a toothy maw inside the beaked mouth. The vulx's ears pressed back against her head as she watched it flap away.
"I don't suppose you've seen something like that before?"
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Jackingson Pillberry
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: Jackingson Pillberry is just short six feet, hanging at about 5'10. His fur is a bright white color with dashes of smooth brown laced about, particularly in the ears. His eyes are a dark red hazel. He appears to be part Lepus americanus, or as the layman would know the snowshoe hare.
His clothing is very professional. He wears a slim grey bowler hat, with a small feather of unidentified origin tucked inside. Moving downwards he possesses a black bowtie laced inside a white colored shirt. Over the shirt he wears a black vest which carries a fob watch. The watch is not ornate, and looks like it was built to be hit with a hammer and keep on ticking. It's most certainly a mix of iron and with the inner workings, copper. Black dress pants are the last article of visible clothing. The clothing appears to have minor magical properties as they clean up incredibly well for the amount of blood and dirt that end up building up from time to time. They also are incredibly sturdy and tear resistant, which is evidenced by the fact that the pockets end up with heavy metal shoved into them.
Equipment: He has a mildly magical fob watch that can be switched from compass to watch that self adjusts no matter where you end up.
He carries two brass knuckles which slip into the back of his dress clothes quite neatly.
Under his right sleeve he has a knife that will slide out of a simple mechanism on his wrist.
He also carries some sort of flask that can turn water into cider when left alone for a day.
Skills and Abilities: Jackingson is suspected to have some amount of vampire blood in his system. The following powers and abilities have been observed:
Heavily increased strength; Jackingson has been observed tossing things weighing easily weighing three times his body weight with ease. However it is noted that his emotional state is always high when such instances occur, when he's not in a high emotional state he appears to act like the above average male in this category.
High sense of smell; The overwhelming theory behind Jackingson's uncanny sense of smell is his relation to the snowshoe hare.
Advanced speed; Thankfully, he does not possess super human levels of speed, but he can move deftly fast becoming close to a blur if he gets the right velocity, which isn't hard with how fast and high he can jump.
Jackingson appears incredibly dependent on a steady diet of raw meat and blood. The exact details of such a diet has not been directly observed, but it can be assumed that without it he would not be able to match his superhuman feats.
Biography: Jackingson Pillberry was originally detected in a no name town running the local bar. It is unknown where he was before that point, and why he's suddenly relocated to the isles. It is known however that he had an accomplice of sorts, a female dullahan's head with bright red hair.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 9:47:11 GMT -5
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Post by Jackingson Pillberry on Apr 3, 2021 20:45:49 GMT -5
"Let us hope boar is something we can find on this island," said Ji-Min. "You said you have never been here before. Neither have I. This is a new world, and we may not be familiar with the creatures here. Perhaps we do find a boar, but is it the boar we are familiar with?" Wading further into the woods, she felt twigs scraping at her arms and her thighs, earth dimpling and crunching beneath her sandals, and the cool, crisp air tease her skin. The breeze rattled the leaves around them and mingled with the odd chirps and whistles that were familiar to most forests, but Ji-Min could pick up a few things that she'd never heard before. A jovial "a-WOOP" that dipped and then rose in volume suddenly and sounded nearly human. She looked to the trees, watching something bird-shaped but decidedly not birdlike hop from one branch to another. Roughly the size of a hawk, it sported colorful green and red feathers but had a long neck, scales, and an oddly short beak. The tail was like a lizard's, albeit sprouting a peacock of feathers further down near the end. It turned, spotted Jackingson and Ji-Min, and let out that "a-WOOP," giving them a good look at a toothy maw inside the beaked mouth. The vulx's ears pressed back against her head as she watched it flap away. "I don't suppose you've seen something like that before?" Jackingson chuckled and shook his head, "No, can't say I have," he said walking forward with a spring in his step and a glint in his eyes, "Really gets the blood moving eh?" He leapt up into the air landing on one of the upper tree branches quite deftly, "Now let's get a bird's ey-" he paused before whispering slowly, "Keep quiet."
Past the branches and bramble of trees was a clearing. In that clearing, from Jackingson's view were corpses. Bits and pieces, staining the earth a deep muted burgundy. Chunks of deer meat, and bones lay scattered, picked of all the meat and left to rot. A few unfortunate souls were likewise disemboweled and left hanging from trees, or on large rocks sliced apart.
Jackingson jumped down, "Back to shore, I do not believe we want to have that going on today, at least not without a larger party. There's some massive graveyard in that direction, quite fresh."
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