Uma
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 21
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Appearance: Eyes: Violet
Hair: Black
Height: Average (About 5'4")
Build: Athletic
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Equipment: Leather armor
Circlet
Spear
Rucksack filled with whatever she could carry during the flood, rope, cookware, pick axe
The clothing on her back
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Skills and Abilities: Fishing
Hunting
Trapping
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Biography: Uma is one of two fishers left of the Usqueans. She was going to be trained as one of the guardians but the flood happened. She is a quiet girl for the most part, but seems to be the one people run into.
She has been known to frequent the seaside as of late, using her skills to help feed the village that was growing quietly throughout time.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island
Registered: Apr 22, 2021 10:55:05 GMT -5
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Post by Uma on Apr 22, 2021 20:29:31 GMT -5
"We came from a place called the Usque, a forest that lived and breathed... but then the great flood happened and brought us here. We don't know what this place is but it is home now." She said this with a sigh. Her head tilted in her curiosity and she returned fire, "What about you, Azaran?"
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Azaran the Wanderer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 100
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: (Drawing commissioned, done by Griffith)
Azaran is roughly 5'7", with a muscular, athletic build. He has black hair, cut short to his head, along with a pair of purple eyes. His hair is usually hidden by his armored helmet, however, one with a star-esque face opening and black markings along the top of the head. He wears a purple sleeved shirt underneath a steel cuirass, with pauldrons going out over the shoulders. He wears tanned pants, as well as a pair of armored greaves.
Equipment: As well as his armor, Azaran carries with him few supplies, mainly a waterskin and a small pouch for some food and general supplies as he travels. To protect himself, however, he carries a basic heater shield and what seems to be a hook made out of black metal, sharpened to a short blade at the far end with sharp points on both ends, and a rounded point design on the back. Although it seems unassuming, it can also materialize what seems to be a translucent purple rope-like structure wrapping around the uppermost part of the hook, and extending out any length up to 20ft or so, with a barbed hook at the end. The rope seems extremely hard to break, and the hook seems to be sharp as a blade.
Skills and Abilities: Despite his hesitance to use it, Azaran is very skilled at fighting, and due to the copious amount of time he spends out in the wilderness he is an excellent survivalist, knowing how to spend weeks at a time on his own on travels between civilizations.
Biography: Growing up, Azaran Ðyáhmo lived in the lap of luxury, sheltered from the harsh realities of the rest of his people in the archipelago. His parents, Duke and Duchess of the region, kept him away from seeing that. However, as time went on, his curiosity got the better of him. One night, while his family was sleeping, he snuck out of the palace, to see the world outside. To his dismay, the people were struggling. His parents focused more on their party lives that the lives of the people they were supposed to serve. Disease ran rampant, people were starving in the streets, and bandits robbed in broad daylight. When he returned to his home in the early hours in the morning, he vowed to make his world a better place, one person at a time. He forsook his parents' name, and stole their most precious heirloom, the God Hook Déshimoh, whisking it away in the dead of night to wander the countryside, never staying in one place long, passing along the good fortunes of comradery to his people. Even after the flood destroyed everything, though, he didn't give up, and he plans to spread the same word around this world as well.
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 17:52:55 GMT -5
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Post by Azaran the Wanderer on Apr 23, 2021 16:32:19 GMT -5
Azaran smiles warmly. "Originally I'm from the Duchy of Ðyáhmo. It's-well, it was-made up from a series of islands." He responds, unstrapping the shield and hook from his back and setting them beside them, gesturing to the black metal hook that was laying on top. "That's where I got this thing. It used to be the symbol of their royals, and it was said, though I'm not sure whether I believe it, that it was used by the gods to make our world the way it was. But the duke and the duchess...didn't really pay attention to the people, and didn't deserve that symbol. So, I came into possession of it and decided if they weren't going to do anything for their people, I would, one person at a time. From there I just...wandered around, helping whoever needed it wherever I found myself, up until the flood."
Azaran sighs. He didn't seem all that distraught by the loss of his homeland, but the thought of all the lost life did seem to sadden him some. "It may not have been the best place, but the people made their way. Oh well, what came from the water was bound to return to it some day."
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Uma
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 21
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Appearance: Eyes: Violet
Hair: Black
Height: Average (About 5'4")
Build: Athletic
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Equipment: Leather armor
Circlet
Spear
Rucksack filled with whatever she could carry during the flood, rope, cookware, pick axe
The clothing on her back
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Skills and Abilities: Fishing
Hunting
Trapping
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Biography: Uma is one of two fishers left of the Usqueans. She was going to be trained as one of the guardians but the flood happened. She is a quiet girl for the most part, but seems to be the one people run into.
She has been known to frequent the seaside as of late, using her skills to help feed the village that was growing quietly throughout time.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island
Registered: Apr 22, 2021 10:55:05 GMT -5
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Post by Uma on Apr 23, 2021 18:59:15 GMT -5
The girl tilted her head as the man spoke of some duchy she had never heard of. Well, he was still alive and there would always be room for more people. Hopefully they weren't putting trust into the hands of the wrong people though. "Do you miss your people, then?" she asked softly. "We miss ours." There had been many Usqueans and now, so far she thought, there were only a handful.
She also heaved a sigh.
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Azaran the Wanderer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 100
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: (Drawing commissioned, done by Griffith)
Azaran is roughly 5'7", with a muscular, athletic build. He has black hair, cut short to his head, along with a pair of purple eyes. His hair is usually hidden by his armored helmet, however, one with a star-esque face opening and black markings along the top of the head. He wears a purple sleeved shirt underneath a steel cuirass, with pauldrons going out over the shoulders. He wears tanned pants, as well as a pair of armored greaves.
Equipment: As well as his armor, Azaran carries with him few supplies, mainly a waterskin and a small pouch for some food and general supplies as he travels. To protect himself, however, he carries a basic heater shield and what seems to be a hook made out of black metal, sharpened to a short blade at the far end with sharp points on both ends, and a rounded point design on the back. Although it seems unassuming, it can also materialize what seems to be a translucent purple rope-like structure wrapping around the uppermost part of the hook, and extending out any length up to 20ft or so, with a barbed hook at the end. The rope seems extremely hard to break, and the hook seems to be sharp as a blade.
Skills and Abilities: Despite his hesitance to use it, Azaran is very skilled at fighting, and due to the copious amount of time he spends out in the wilderness he is an excellent survivalist, knowing how to spend weeks at a time on his own on travels between civilizations.
Biography: Growing up, Azaran Ðyáhmo lived in the lap of luxury, sheltered from the harsh realities of the rest of his people in the archipelago. His parents, Duke and Duchess of the region, kept him away from seeing that. However, as time went on, his curiosity got the better of him. One night, while his family was sleeping, he snuck out of the palace, to see the world outside. To his dismay, the people were struggling. His parents focused more on their party lives that the lives of the people they were supposed to serve. Disease ran rampant, people were starving in the streets, and bandits robbed in broad daylight. When he returned to his home in the early hours in the morning, he vowed to make his world a better place, one person at a time. He forsook his parents' name, and stole their most precious heirloom, the God Hook Déshimoh, whisking it away in the dead of night to wander the countryside, never staying in one place long, passing along the good fortunes of comradery to his people. Even after the flood destroyed everything, though, he didn't give up, and he plans to spread the same word around this world as well.
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 17:52:55 GMT -5
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Post by Azaran the Wanderer on Apr 23, 2021 19:40:51 GMT -5
Somberly, Azaran nods his head. "It's a shame how many stories ended, but we cannot let it weigh too heavy on us. We should grieve, but more than that we should keep living and we should make a life on this new land, to honor them. It's the least we can do for them now."
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Uma
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 21
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Appearance: Eyes: Violet
Hair: Black
Height: Average (About 5'4")
Build: Athletic
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Equipment: Leather armor
Circlet
Spear
Rucksack filled with whatever she could carry during the flood, rope, cookware, pick axe
The clothing on her back
_____
Skills and Abilities: Fishing
Hunting
Trapping
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Biography: Uma is one of two fishers left of the Usqueans. She was going to be trained as one of the guardians but the flood happened. She is a quiet girl for the most part, but seems to be the one people run into.
She has been known to frequent the seaside as of late, using her skills to help feed the village that was growing quietly throughout time.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island
Registered: Apr 22, 2021 10:55:05 GMT -5
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Post by Uma on Apr 24, 2021 17:55:17 GMT -5
She nodded. He didn't seem like a bad person, so she would trust him for now. She finished weaving the basket and moved to stand. She grabbed her spear and paused, "Must feed the people. Time to fish! Do you wish to come?" Fish was a staple in these parts.
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Azaran the Wanderer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 100
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: (Drawing commissioned, done by Griffith)
Azaran is roughly 5'7", with a muscular, athletic build. He has black hair, cut short to his head, along with a pair of purple eyes. His hair is usually hidden by his armored helmet, however, one with a star-esque face opening and black markings along the top of the head. He wears a purple sleeved shirt underneath a steel cuirass, with pauldrons going out over the shoulders. He wears tanned pants, as well as a pair of armored greaves.
Equipment: As well as his armor, Azaran carries with him few supplies, mainly a waterskin and a small pouch for some food and general supplies as he travels. To protect himself, however, he carries a basic heater shield and what seems to be a hook made out of black metal, sharpened to a short blade at the far end with sharp points on both ends, and a rounded point design on the back. Although it seems unassuming, it can also materialize what seems to be a translucent purple rope-like structure wrapping around the uppermost part of the hook, and extending out any length up to 20ft or so, with a barbed hook at the end. The rope seems extremely hard to break, and the hook seems to be sharp as a blade.
Skills and Abilities: Despite his hesitance to use it, Azaran is very skilled at fighting, and due to the copious amount of time he spends out in the wilderness he is an excellent survivalist, knowing how to spend weeks at a time on his own on travels between civilizations.
Biography: Growing up, Azaran Ðyáhmo lived in the lap of luxury, sheltered from the harsh realities of the rest of his people in the archipelago. His parents, Duke and Duchess of the region, kept him away from seeing that. However, as time went on, his curiosity got the better of him. One night, while his family was sleeping, he snuck out of the palace, to see the world outside. To his dismay, the people were struggling. His parents focused more on their party lives that the lives of the people they were supposed to serve. Disease ran rampant, people were starving in the streets, and bandits robbed in broad daylight. When he returned to his home in the early hours in the morning, he vowed to make his world a better place, one person at a time. He forsook his parents' name, and stole their most precious heirloom, the God Hook Déshimoh, whisking it away in the dead of night to wander the countryside, never staying in one place long, passing along the good fortunes of comradery to his people. Even after the flood destroyed everything, though, he didn't give up, and he plans to spread the same word around this world as well.
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 17:52:55 GMT -5
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Post by Azaran the Wanderer on Apr 24, 2021 18:52:08 GMT -5
Azaran stood as well, grabbing his things and slinging them over his shoulder for now. "That sounds like a good idea!" He responds, heading over to grab his helmet from where he sat it, before coming back over, helmet under one arm, shield and hook over the other. "I would love to help, just lead the way."
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Uma
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 21
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Appearance: Eyes: Violet
Hair: Black
Height: Average (About 5'4")
Build: Athletic
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Equipment: Leather armor
Circlet
Spear
Rucksack filled with whatever she could carry during the flood, rope, cookware, pick axe
The clothing on her back
_____
Skills and Abilities: Fishing
Hunting
Trapping
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Biography: Uma is one of two fishers left of the Usqueans. She was going to be trained as one of the guardians but the flood happened. She is a quiet girl for the most part, but seems to be the one people run into.
She has been known to frequent the seaside as of late, using her skills to help feed the village that was growing quietly throughout time.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island
Registered: Apr 22, 2021 10:55:05 GMT -5
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Post by Uma on Apr 25, 2021 11:36:32 GMT -5
She grinned and lead the way to the beach...
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Appearance: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes down to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Skills and Abilities: Yutin is very good with his hands. He is a proficient blacksmith and fletcher, as well as maintaining some skill in carpentry and woodworking.
Biography: Yutin is often quiet, though when he does speak it is usually something very intelligent sounding, with long words. He is a very curious being, as well as kind to an extent. He can be annoying due to his persistence and stubbornness.
Yutin managed to survive with Tana and any others with her
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 18:09:09 GMT -5
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Post by Yutin on May 9, 2021 18:53:46 GMT -5
Yutin walked into camo, brushing some leaves and twigs out of the folds of his cloak.
He walked deeper into the camp, watching the newcomers and looking for Tana.
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Hrukka
Committed
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: 34 years
Appearance: Large, burly and green. Nearly 7 feet tall. Wears ragged underclothes and large plate armor painted yellow. His inner self is only 7 inches tall.
Equipment: Heavy plated armor. Small bag of "snacks". Battle axe and near claymore-length sword he wields one-handed. Pocket knife (or rather, a dagger by a human's point of view) he uses for carving wood. Small wooden charm on a necklace his "Mudda" gave him.
Skills and Abilities: Skilled woodcarver and carpenter. Extremely strong for his size, as well as a high pain tolerance. (After all, his main body is fungi, with limited pain receptors.) The ability to regrow limbs of his large body after eating some of his "snacks".
Biography: A fairly simple git,(His words, not mine) Hrukka spent most of his life in his village in the outskirts of the town of..... "Grrharglakka". At the age of 21, he set out to seek his fortune, working as a combat engineer of a local warlord. He went home years later to see his ailing mother, only to find his village burned down by the very warlord he was working with. After he "krumped" the warlord, he built a rough ship, and sailed off to find his future.
Registered: Apr 8, 2021 12:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by Hrukka on May 12, 2021 14:58:35 GMT -5
Hrukka barged into the camp, Tana in his arms, not wasting any time. "alright, where's the healer, we need her ASAP!"
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Asadrack
Dedicated
Dead inside
Roleplay posts: 283
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes, meium to long black hair, full bearded, average height, old but very good maintained white shirt, black pants, black shoes
Equipment: Spear
Skills and Abilities: Proficiency with spears and other spear like weapons, pickpocketing, charisma
Biography: Born without a father and abandoned by his mother, asadrack was forced to live in the streets. He wasn't the strongest kid so he turned to pickpocketing and trucking others so he could survive, when he hit the age of 7, he was failed to steel from an old man who after seeing asadrack trying to fight his guards with a broom, using it as a makeshift spear, decided to adopt and train asadrack properly after seeing t fire in asadrack eyes. Asadrack choose the spear for his physical ability areni the best and he could keep his enemies away while he fights them, after his training he joined his adopt father, William stoneray's mercenary group, then, the most came, after losing his father when boarding a ship, after fighting t his life in the small sail boat and being thrown overboard, he washed ashore in this new wori
Registered: Apr 6, 2021 18:29:33 GMT -5
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Encampment
May 12, 2021 15:13:46 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Asadrack on May 12, 2021 15:13:46 GMT -5
Asadrack came behind Hrukka with a cat and said "We were atacked by a beast in the forest, Tana got hurt."
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Whiskers
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Appearance: A grey and white cat with piercing blue eyes. He sports a pirate outfit fit for the finest of crews. A large black captain's hat with crossbones, a caution to others. Is he a captain? No one really knows. Whiskers wears a black shirt as soft as cotton. The black sleeves embroidered with gold accents give way to white ruffled sleeve ends. The shirt has a cute white collar that Whiskers prefers to wear up. Did Whiskers dress himself, or has someone put him in it? No one truly knows.
Equipment: Whiskers takes with him a small pouch used to carry fish, papers, and other oddities.
Skills and Abilities: He does cat things since he is indeed a cat. In addition, he does occasionally deliver letters, but he himself is a true and through pirate.
Biography: meow meow meow meow meow. Meow meow! meow? MEOW!? Meow meow mrrrrr Meow.
Allegiances: anyone with a can of tuna
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 17:01:56 GMT -5
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Post by Whiskers on May 12, 2021 15:21:57 GMT -5
The cat nods his head and meows going around the camp trying to get people's attention and bring them to Tana. There has to be a healer or a medic or something like that around here. With each moment that passes, Whiskers grows more frustrated trying to find someone to help.
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Appearance: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes down to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Skills and Abilities: Yutin is very good with his hands. He is a proficient blacksmith and fletcher, as well as maintaining some skill in carpentry and woodworking.
Biography: Yutin is often quiet, though when he does speak it is usually something very intelligent sounding, with long words. He is a very curious being, as well as kind to an extent. He can be annoying due to his persistence and stubbornness.
Yutin managed to survive with Tana and any others with her
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 18:09:09 GMT -5
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Post by Yutin on May 17, 2021 16:25:17 GMT -5
The cat nods his head and meows going around the camp trying to get people's attention and bring them to Tana. There has to be a healer or a medic or something like that around here. With each moment that passes, Whiskers grows more frustrated trying to find someone to help. Yutin rushed over to Tana and Asadrack. "A beast?" He asked Asadrack and Hrukka. "Did you get a glimpse of it?" He quickly glanced over Tana, making note of any injuries. "I don't have much medical expertise, I'm afraid." he said, his voice tinged with worry. "I'll help any way I can." |
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Asadrack
Dedicated
Dead inside
Roleplay posts: 283
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes, meium to long black hair, full bearded, average height, old but very good maintained white shirt, black pants, black shoes
Equipment: Spear
Skills and Abilities: Proficiency with spears and other spear like weapons, pickpocketing, charisma
Biography: Born without a father and abandoned by his mother, asadrack was forced to live in the streets. He wasn't the strongest kid so he turned to pickpocketing and trucking others so he could survive, when he hit the age of 7, he was failed to steel from an old man who after seeing asadrack trying to fight his guards with a broom, using it as a makeshift spear, decided to adopt and train asadrack properly after seeing t fire in asadrack eyes. Asadrack choose the spear for his physical ability areni the best and he could keep his enemies away while he fights them, after his training he joined his adopt father, William stoneray's mercenary group, then, the most came, after losing his father when boarding a ship, after fighting t his life in the small sail boat and being thrown overboard, he washed ashore in this new wori
Registered: Apr 6, 2021 18:29:33 GMT -5
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Encampment
May 17, 2021 16:57:49 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Asadrack on May 17, 2021 16:57:49 GMT -5
"if you follow the marked trees behind us." Asa pointer in the direction they came from "you will find its dead body on the ground eventually."
He thought for a second than turned to Hrukka and continued speaking "I've been here for sometime, I was very hurt and the only one who treated me was Tana, I think she's the only healer around here, i know a a bit on how to treat wounds, i'm sure she have supplies on her tent, can you bring her there Hrukka, and, uh, you, he pointed to person offering help, can you get us some clean water ? Preferably water that has been boiled and now it's cold"
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Azaran the Wanderer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 100
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: (Drawing commissioned, done by Griffith)
Azaran is roughly 5'7", with a muscular, athletic build. He has black hair, cut short to his head, along with a pair of purple eyes. His hair is usually hidden by his armored helmet, however, one with a star-esque face opening and black markings along the top of the head. He wears a purple sleeved shirt underneath a steel cuirass, with pauldrons going out over the shoulders. He wears tanned pants, as well as a pair of armored greaves.
Equipment: As well as his armor, Azaran carries with him few supplies, mainly a waterskin and a small pouch for some food and general supplies as he travels. To protect himself, however, he carries a basic heater shield and what seems to be a hook made out of black metal, sharpened to a short blade at the far end with sharp points on both ends, and a rounded point design on the back. Although it seems unassuming, it can also materialize what seems to be a translucent purple rope-like structure wrapping around the uppermost part of the hook, and extending out any length up to 20ft or so, with a barbed hook at the end. The rope seems extremely hard to break, and the hook seems to be sharp as a blade.
Skills and Abilities: Despite his hesitance to use it, Azaran is very skilled at fighting, and due to the copious amount of time he spends out in the wilderness he is an excellent survivalist, knowing how to spend weeks at a time on his own on travels between civilizations.
Biography: Growing up, Azaran Ðyáhmo lived in the lap of luxury, sheltered from the harsh realities of the rest of his people in the archipelago. His parents, Duke and Duchess of the region, kept him away from seeing that. However, as time went on, his curiosity got the better of him. One night, while his family was sleeping, he snuck out of the palace, to see the world outside. To his dismay, the people were struggling. His parents focused more on their party lives that the lives of the people they were supposed to serve. Disease ran rampant, people were starving in the streets, and bandits robbed in broad daylight. When he returned to his home in the early hours in the morning, he vowed to make his world a better place, one person at a time. He forsook his parents' name, and stole their most precious heirloom, the God Hook Déshimoh, whisking it away in the dead of night to wander the countryside, never staying in one place long, passing along the good fortunes of comradery to his people. Even after the flood destroyed everything, though, he didn't give up, and he plans to spread the same word around this world as well.
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 17:52:55 GMT -5
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Post by Azaran the Wanderer on May 17, 2021 18:58:02 GMT -5
Azaran rushed into the encampment, clutching his helm to his side as he looked for the source of the distress. Quickly spotting the people congregated around the woman who appeared to be injured, quite badly. He dropped his helmet full of fish and ran up, prepared to help. "How bad does the injury seem?" He asks as he comes in and kneels by the woman. "Deep, wide? If we stop the bleeding will it heal on its own?"
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Appearance: ***********
Age: 19
Race: Human
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
***********
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Skills and Abilities: ***********
Class: Cleric
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Music: Plays the flute
Drawing
Elemental magics, specifically healing
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Healing: Healing can be done in four ways for her...
Depending on the strength of the magic, she will:
If no magic is necessary, she will make a tincture, potion, elixer, or salves of varying strength with herbs.
If the wounds are of a moderate state, she may use a combination of the prior stated, and magic of various strengths depending on severity.
If the wound is severe, i.e. life threatening, she relies only upon magic
Biography: ***********
Mute
Inquisitive
Intelligent but not genius
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Tana is a young, shy girl who has a voice but doesn't use her vocal chords to produce it. She was born deep in the usque, a tribe of Humans who had descended from fae of the Usque. She has such a stutter that she chooses not to speak for she was perpetually tongue tied, but instead does her best to communicate in her own version of sign language.
In the wake of the next cataclysm, she and a few of her people drifted through the mist... Not many people made it out alive, or in the same area.
Allegiances: Usqueans
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:50:44 GMT -5
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on May 17, 2021 20:24:41 GMT -5
Sweat was already pouring from the queen's brow. She was limp as she was lain down, her face deathly white. The scratches were not only deep, but a foul, sickeningly sweet odor emitted from the claw mark. Blisters were starting to form around the wounds, indicative of some kind of venom.
She awoke and was tossing in agony, "Ah-ahhhhhhhhhhhh," she sobbed out and gripped her arm with a sharking hand.
Tears were spilling from her eyes. She felt like she was dying.
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