Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Apr 11, 2021 13:42:02 GMT -5
Grandma smirked slightly as Vulpin expressed his dismay at the camp’s current prospects when it came to surgeons in training. Yes, he was most definitely not someone who would be fun to apprentice under, but given he was the only one with the training to teach his craft… Perhaps she’d speak to Naoki about finding some suitable candidates for Vulpin, she could offer them a reward for making it through Vulpin’s training. Gods know they’d deserve it.
“I shall keep an eye out for individuals who have… A steady hand.” Tapping one of her blackened nails on her desk, Grandma considered if there was anything else to discuss. As far as she was concerned, they had covered the most important points. “Unless you have something you’d like to bring up, I think that about concludes our talk. We shall each go about doing what we discussed here today and when I have a suitable location ready for you… I shall contact you.”
Raising the pipe to her lips, Grandma puffed at it several times, once more releasing the sweetly smelling smoke into the tent. She really needed to get some wine and other foodstuffs brought to this tent, it wouldn’t do to not have refreshments to offer to her guests.
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Dr. Indys Vulpin
Established
Roleplay posts: 43 
Appearance: Few have seen Dr. Vulpin's face, which he generally keeps hidden behind a plain white mask. He alleges that it's for cleanliness purposes, but rumors abound that he uses it to hide a horribly scarred visage. His rather thin and lanky body is typically hidden by his voluminous dark red robes, colored strategically to hide the bloodstains from his work.
Skills and Abilities: Dr. Vulpin is known for his medical prowess: few can amputate a leg with such speed and enthusiasm. He's skilled with bonesaws, stitches, and scalpels and possesses a vast knowledge of ailments and medicines.
Biography: Nobody's quite sure where (or if) Dr. Vulpin actually studied medicine, but none can argue with the results. Most of his patients end up surviving, although they are frequently left with fewer limbs than they came in with. His medical skills have been invaluable on the long voyage, although his eccentricities and odd hobbies have made him rather unpopular among the crew and passengers.
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 16:43:45 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Indys Vulpin on Apr 13, 2021 1:26:17 GMT -5
Vulpin nodded, rising from his seat. This little venture had been a productive one indeed, and he couldn't wait to get started. Not only would he have a place to work and materials to work with, but being allied with one of the most powerful figures in the camp was sure to have its benefits. Perhaps she'd be able to protect him if the brainless masses ever decided that they'd had enough of feeling intellectually inferior and came after him with torches and pitchforks.
"Thank you again, ma'am," he said. "I look forward to the fruits of our collaboration. Please don't hesitate to let me know when I can be of service once more. You know where to find me, I'm sure. I spend most of my time in that infirmary these days, and so any steady-handed individuals you can send my way would be greatly appreciated. Anything to allow me to pursue my art."
Sensing that he'd been dismissed, Vulpin gave Grandma another exaggerated bow and sauntered out of the tent. There was a definite spring in his step as he made his way back towards the infirmary, jingling the keys to his notebooks in his pocket. He'd have to review his old research notes, refresh his memories on procedures and proposed experiments. After all, there was no time to waste. He had work to do.
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Apr 13, 2021 8:11:32 GMT -5
There was a rustling from the back of the tent as what revealed to be a curtain of sorts was pulled back, revealing that someone was indeed home. Cane piercing the dirt with each step, the towering form of Grandma emerged from the shadowy “room” in the back of the tent. Tilting her head as she regarded her… Visitor, intruder, errand boy? She wasn’t quite sure what to make of him yet, but he seemed to have a rather peculiar method of communication.
Eying the words in magical ink, Grandma allowed a slight smile to cross her lips. So he was a boy of a magical nature perhaps. At least, that’s what she hoped, if it was the bottle doing all the work she’d be rather disappointed.
“Why yes, someone is home… How might I help you, young man? Are you perhaps lost, or have you actually sought me out specifically?” Grandma maintained the faint smile as she spoke, her voice holding that hint of warmth one might expect from an old woman.
Leaning back on her desk, Grandma drummed her fingers idly as she waited for the young man's response. Her eyes seemed to be particularly fixating on the bottle of ink he had, alternating between it and his face.
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 14, 2021 17:52:20 GMT -5
The tent flap would gently open, as a massive armored man entered in, the flames from his form gently illuminating the interior. He took a cursory glance at the various odds and ends. Some he recognized from his age, learning, and travels, some he didn't.
"Excuse me, I understand that there is a witch here? We seek your assistance."
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145 
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 14, 2021 17:59:17 GMT -5
The tent flap would gently open, as a massive armored man entered in, the flames from his form gently illuminating the interior. He took a cursory glance at the various odds and ends. Some he recognized from his age, learning, and travels, some he didn't. "Excuse me, I understand that there is a witch here? We seek your assistance." Sylvanie peeks her head in behind him, then scampers inside the tent, waving to the old lady within. "Greetings!" She says. "I have no idea what is going on here and wish to find some things out!" |
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Apr 14, 2021 18:17:47 GMT -5
Looking up from the runes she was painting, Grandma’s gaze flicked between the armored man and the… Fae? Grandma wasn’t quite sure what it was but the wings gave away it wasn’t a human girl.
“I’m afraid you’d be mistaken about there being a witch here, although I suspect I am who you’re looking for. Whoever might have given you the impression I’m a witch? I think I’ll have to have a little talk with them about their wording.” Letting out a slight chuckle as she continued painting away at the runes, she turned her gaze onto Sylvanie and raised one eyebrow at the fae’s question.
“That’s a rather open-ended question my dear, I’d say most people are currently in the same predicament as you. The water didn’t exactly warn us it was going to destroy all of known civilization, now did it?”
Setting the brush aside for the moment, the old crone gestured towards some chairs that sat in front of her desk.
“Since you’re here to see me about something, you might as well make yourselves comfortable while we talk. I wouldn’t want my guests to tire themselves out just standing around.”
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 14, 2021 18:27:46 GMT -5
Looking up from the runes she was painting, Grandma’s gaze flicked between the armored man and the… Fae? Grandma wasn’t quite sure what it was but the wings gave away it wasn’t a human girl. “I’m afraid you’d be mistaken about there being a witch here, although I suspect I am who you’re looking for. Whoever might have given you the impression I’m a witch? I think I’ll have to have a little talk with them about their wording.” Letting out a slight chuckle as she continued painting away at the runes, she turned her gaze onto Sylvanie and raised one eyebrow at the fae’s question. “That’s a rather open-ended question my dear, I’d say most people are currently in the same predicament as you. The water didn’t exactly warn us it was going to destroy all of known civilization, now did it?” Setting the brush aside for the moment, the old crone gestured towards some chairs that sat in front of her desk. “Since you’re here to see me about something, you might as well make yourselves comfortable while we talk. I wouldn’t want my guests to tire themselves out just standing around.” Sylvanie's happy-go-lucky grin is quickly shattered into a face of complete shock upon hearing the lady's statement. She lets out a halfhearted chuckle, still not entirely sure she heard the lady right or if she was telling the truth. "That's a funny joke, miss." She says, in a vain attempt to play off what she could not believe. "But, I mean, not all of civilization can be gone...right? I mean, I know there was a lot of water, but, I mean, it can't have been that much right? I survived floating all the way here. And this island still exists! Surely..." Sylvanie trails off, taking a seat on the ground, eyes clouded with thought. "Surely..." |
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 14, 2021 18:56:10 GMT -5
"Ma'am.... I most protest." Thuratiphel countered, "This cannot be so. My connection to the council, it has not severed. If the world was destroyed, this paper would have burned up. I would not look like.... this. That is... unless you simply mean... only the mortal realm was destroyed....?" Thuratiphel trailed off, the consequences of such a thing horrible to comprehend.
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Apr 14, 2021 19:25:55 GMT -5
Nonchalantly pulling one of the newly arrived bottles of wine out from one of her desk cabinets, Grandma pulled the cork out with a plunk before setting out three glasses before her. Pouring herself a glass before looking up at her two, now rather distraught guests, the old woman tapped at the side of her own glass with a blackened nail.
“Care for a glass, I dare say you might be needing one given the nature of your questions.” Her expression was unreadable as she eyed them, but there was a certain aloofness she held that was rather strange given the seriousness of the topic.
“While I can’t say for certain that the entirety of the Overworld is destroyed, I have come across many survivors from all over who confirmed that just like Isra, their homelands were destroyed in a flood of cataclysmic proportions.” Offering a half shrug, Grandma took a long sip of her wine before continuing. “If some places have survived, I would wager they are the outliers. We were traveling for quite a long time on the Depravity before we finally came across this island here.”
Eying Thuratiphel with a curious look, Grandma considered his words carefully. His appearance had already been unusual, but given his talk of “the mortal realm”, he was likely not a native of the Overworld. This was a rather unfortunate situation for him then, to be stuck in a realm that had just suffered so much damage…
“I would be very concerned indeed if the damage this flood caused extended between realms, but fortunately I don’t believe that to be the case. By the way, I don’t think I ever got your names... I simply go by “Grandma”, what about the two of you?”
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 14, 2021 19:38:12 GMT -5
Nonchalantly pulling one of the newly arrived bottles of wine out from one of her desk cabinets, Grandma pulled the cork out with a plunk before setting out three glasses before her. Pouring herself a glass before looking up at her two, now rather distraught guests, the old woman tapped at the side of her own glass with a blackened nail. “Care for a glass, I dare say you might be needing one given the nature of your questions.” Her expression was unreadable as she eyed them, but there was a certain aloofness she held that was rather strange given the seriousness of the topic. “While I can’t say for certain that the entirety of the Overworld is destroyed, I have come across many survivors from all over who confirmed that just like Isra, their homelands were destroyed in a flood of cataclysmic proportions.” Offering a half shrug, Grandma took a long sip of her wine before continuing. “If some places have survived, I would wager they are the outliers. We were traveling for quite a long time on the Depravity before we finally came across this island here.” Eying Thuratiphel with a curious look, Grandma considered his words carefully. His appearance had already been unusual, but given his talk of “the mortal realm”, he was likely not a native of the Overworld. This was a rather unfortunate situation for him then, to be stuck in a realm that had just suffered so much damage… “I would be very concerned indeed if the damage this flood caused extended between realms, but fortunately I don’t believe that to be the case. By the way, I don’t think I ever got your names... I simply go by “Grandma”, what about the two of you?” Sylvanie accepted the glass and took a real seat, still processing the information. “Sylvanie Autumndaughter.” She replies weakly. She brightens up ever so slightly. “W-well even if my home is gone I can’t have been the only one to make it out. Would you have any way to see if my faeborn kin made it to this isle?” She pleads hopefully. |
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 14, 2021 19:48:44 GMT -5
Nonchalantly pulling one of the newly arrived bottles of wine out from one of her desk cabinets, Grandma pulled the cork out with a plunk before setting out three glasses before her. Pouring herself a glass before looking up at her two, now rather distraught guests, the old woman tapped at the side of her own glass with a blackened nail. “Care for a glass, I dare say you might be needing one given the nature of your questions.” Her expression was unreadable as she eyed them, but there was a certain aloofness she held that was rather strange given the seriousness of the topic. “While I can’t say for certain that the entirety of the Overworld is destroyed, I have come across many survivors from all over who confirmed that just like Isra, their homelands were destroyed in a flood of cataclysmic proportions.” Offering a half shrug, Grandma took a long sip of her wine before continuing. “If some places have survived, I would wager they are the outliers. We were traveling for quite a long time on the Depravity before we finally came across this island here.” Eying Thuratiphel with a curious look, Grandma considered his words carefully. His appearance had already been unusual, but given his talk of “the mortal realm”, he was likely not a native of the Overworld. This was a rather unfortunate situation for him then, to be stuck in a realm that had just suffered so much damage… “I would be very concerned indeed if the damage this flood caused extended between realms, but fortunately I don’t believe that to be the case. By the way, I don’t think I ever got your names... I simply go by “Grandma”, what about the two of you?” Thuratiphel removed his helmet, showing his odd eyes and apparent blindness. He took the cup and drank. "I am Thuratiphel, Ma'am." His flames brightened a bit with the statment of his name. |
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Apr 14, 2021 20:36:20 GMT -5
Leaning back slightly as Sylvanie stated her request, Grandma stroked her chin in consideration. That explained why they had come to her then, there were few left with the ability to cast meaningful magic and among those the amount who could scry must be even scarcer.
“I could perhaps determine if your faeborn kin are here if you can bring me the reagents I need. Fortunately for you, you possess most of them yourself. Some of your hair, nails, and a bit of your blood would serve as its basis. Most but not all, it’d still be missing a certain something. I would still need a living animal, something larger than chicken should do.” Swirling around the wine in her glass absentmindedly, the old woman let out a long sigh. “The mists have made using magic more difficult than it used to be, but I have a feeling the two of you were already aware of that.”
Grandma’s eyes glinted slightly in the lamplight as she took note of Thuratiphel’s flames as well as his rather unusual eyes. She wondered how exactly he and Sylvanie had ended up together. Physically their appearances stood in stark contrast to each other, yet here they were…
“Thuratiphel… That is a rather interesting name. From your earlier comment, I take it you aren’t a native of this realm?”
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Apr 14, 2021 20:48:07 GMT -5
Leaning back slightly as Sylvanie stated her request, Grandma stroked her chin in consideration. That explained why they had come to her then, there were few left with the ability to cast meaningful magic and among those the amount who could scry must be even scarcer. “I could perhaps determine if your faeborn kin are here if you can bring me the reagents I need. Fortunately for you, you possess most of them yourself. Some of your hair, nails, and a bit of your blood would serve as its basis. Most but not all, it’d still be missing a certain something. I would still need a living animal, something larger than chicken should do.” Swirling around the wine in her glass absentmindedly, the old woman let out a long sigh. “The mists have made using magic more difficult than it used to be, but I have a feeling the two of you were already aware of that.” Grandma’s eyes glinted slightly in the lamplight as she took note of Thuratiphel’s flames as well as his rather unusual eyes. She wondered how exactly he and Sylvanie had ended up together. Physically their appearances stood in stark contrast to each other, yet here they were… “Thuratiphel… That is a rather interesting name. From your earlier comment, I take it you aren’t a native of this realm?” Sylvanie nodded vigorously, a newfound determination in her eyes. "Okay! I'll go find an animal to help us then!" She says, jumping up, having not touched her wine. "I'm sure it won't be too hard." Then, Sylvanie notices the other two were still talking. She meekly day back down and took a small sip of her wine, choking down what she could as she waited patiently. |
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Thuratiphel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: Ageless (Appears late 30)
Appearance: Appearance: For the most part, he never takes his armor off. About 7 foot tall, he has a skull helmet, and pitch black armor. The armor has large curved pauldrons, and raised skeletal markings. He is usually wreathed in flames, coming from the the joints of his armor.
If you were to remove the helmet, you would see the face of a fairly regular man in his 30's. A square jaw, with short brown hair. However, if you look into his eyes, you would notice that both the iris and pupil are near black.
Equipment: Equipment: His armor. A small piece of paper attached to his armor by a wax seal, detailing his sentence and what must be done to complete it. When it is completed it will burn up and Thuratiphel's appearance will change to a more angelic form.
Skills and Abilities: Skills & Abilties: Slight premonition. Control of the flames on his body, allowing him to choose whether they harm someone or not. Limited Levitation (think like a double jump). Abnormally strong for someone his size. Skilled with his sword.
Biography: Bio: A taciturn man, Thuratiphel is a Xuel-nelga, a angelic species of extremely powerful beings. He was ordered on a mission of penance fore a crime, and was given his current more demonic form. In his travels to complete his penance, he began to travel to the mistborne isles, the mist stripping all but a few of his once immense power.
Registered: Apr 11, 2021 7:21:36 GMT -5
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Post by Thuratiphel on Apr 14, 2021 21:01:58 GMT -5
Leaning back slightly as Sylvanie stated her request, Grandma stroked her chin in consideration. That explained why they had come to her then, there were few left with the ability to cast meaningful magic and among those the amount who could scry must be even scarcer. “I could perhaps determine if your faeborn kin are here if you can bring me the reagents I need. Fortunately for you, you possess most of them yourself. Some of your hair, nails, and a bit of your blood would serve as its basis. Most but not all, it’d still be missing a certain something. I would still need a living animal, something larger than chicken should do.” Swirling around the wine in her glass absentmindedly, the old woman let out a long sigh. “The mists have made using magic more difficult than it used to be, but I have a feeling the two of you were already aware of that.” Grandma’s eyes glinted slightly in the lamplight as she took note of Thuratiphel’s flames as well as his rather unusual eyes. She wondered how exactly he and Sylvanie had ended up together. Physically their appearances stood in stark contrast to each other, yet here they were… “Thuratiphel… That is a rather interesting name. From your earlier comment, I take it you aren’t a native of this realm?” Sylvanie nodded vigorously, a newfound determination in her eyes. "Okay! I'll go find an animal to help us then!" She says, jumping up, having not touched her wine. "I'm sure it won't be too hard." Then, Sylvanie notices the other two were still talking. She meekly day back down and took a small sip of her wine, choking down what she could as she waited patiently. Thuratiphel smiled a bit a Sylvanie's outburst. She really was a happy soul. Far more than he ever was. "To make a very long tale short I am.... for lack of a better term, an angel," Thuratiphel answered, " Or rather, I was until I was ordered upon a penance for crimes. Some I truely had commited, others falsefied." |
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 149
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Apr 14, 2021 21:26:59 GMT -5
Offering an amused chuckle at Sylvanie’s excitement, Grandma stood slowly from the chair and stretched her arms wide with a yawn. Taking her cane that had been leaning against the side of her desk, the old woman slowly moved around it and began inspecting the pile of runes on her workbench.
“While you find the animal, I shall do the necessary setup for the ritual.” Offering Sylvanie a hint of a smile, Grandma continued to sift through the various runes. “You seem like a bright young lass, I’m certain you’ll find what’s needed one way or another.”
Glancing over at Thuratiphel, the old woman’s eyes narrowed slightly at his answer to her question. “An angel you say? And sent here for penance? Well, that is most unusual indeed. You have my condolences that you are trapped in a realm such as this.” Was that why he was helping this fae, trying to perhaps reduce his time down here?
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