Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
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 May 14, 2021 12:54:43 GMT -5
Grandma waited until Sylvanie and Thuratiphel had both cleared the tent before turning back to her ritual. The fox was incredibly uncomfortable looking, doubtlessly terrified by what it could feel was coming despite Sylvanie's words to the contrary. It was a testament to how much it trusted her that it stood perfectly still in the center of her ritual. Perhaps she could use the girl to bring more animals to her? Grandma considered the utility of such a thing for a moment before setting the thought aside. Right now she had a ritual to complete.
The setup was the most time-consuming part, so all that was left was the sacrifice... Extending her cane outwards and towards the circle with one arm, Grandma closed her eyes. Eldritch energy began to crackle around the gemstone that capped the cane, small bolts of it striking at the edges of the circle. She could feel the mana in the air around her, it was still there like it always had been, but the mist made it hard to extract. What had once been like water was now syrupy and thick.
Still, it would give her what she needed. Three beams arced from the tip of her cane, striking at even intervals on the circle's edge. Several of the material components in the circle immediately went up in a flame so fierce not even ash was left. The fox's yelp was cut off midway as the unholy flames blackened its body in the blink of an eye. For a moment the blackened body of the fox stood there, like some ancient statue. Then it crumbled, naught but a pile of ash where the fox had sat.
The circle and runes surrounding it glowed with a sanguine light. Grandma smiled, for while this ritual was little compared to her past exploits, it was the first one she had completed in this new world. Dropping her cane, Grandma stepped forward into the circle, eyes still closed. Visions of the isle washed over her, places, people, things... And the mist itself.
One hour later
"It is done. You may come back inside now."
Grandma's voice rang out clearly from inside the tent. When the pair entered, they would find all traces of the summoning circle gone and the old woman sitting behind her desk, puffing away at her ivory pipe.
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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 May 14, 2021 14:34:26 GMT -5
After spending the hour marveling at the town slowly being built around them, as well as people watching, Sylvanie skipped into the tent to see Grandma. "Oh, Mr. Fox must've snuck back home while we weren't looking." She said offhandedly before turning to the elderly woman. "So, Miss Grandma, what did you find?" She asked, a twinkle of hope in her eye.
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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 May 14, 2021 14:46:53 GMT -5
After spending the hour marveling at the town slowly being built around them, as well as people watching, Sylvanie skipped into the tent to see Grandma. "Oh, Mr. Fox must've snuck back home while we weren't looking." She said offhandedly before turning to the elderly woman. "So, Miss Grandma, what did you find?" She asked, a twinkle of hope in her eye. Thuratiphel gave a sad smile, and then let the older woman talk.
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
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 May 15, 2021 14:13:55 GMT -5
Grandma’s mouth twitched upwards in amusement at Sylvanie’s offhand comment about Mr. Fox, but she declined to comment further on that subject. Still, even if the child wouldn’t have to deal with the pain of Mr. Fox, she had yet another disappointment coming to her.
“Well, I shall preface this by saying that divining the location of something isn’t always perfectly accurate or correct. Doubly so given the mists on the isle constant interference with the magic I used. That said, I regret to inform you that as far as I can tell, none of your kind has made it to this isle. I saw many things as I combed over this island, but your people weren’t one of them.”
The old woman’s tone was solemn, her smile replaced with a more serious expression. Leaning forward in her seat and placing her arms on the table, the crone continued.
“While it is quite possible they could wash ashore on the isles later on, at this present time I see no sign of them.”
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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 May 17, 2021 18:45:55 GMT -5
Sylvanie tried her best to keep smiling, despite the slight quiver to her lip and the twinkle in her eyes being replaced by welling tears. "T-thank you, Miss Grandma!" She said, trying to fake her normal enthusiasm. "I mean, they'll probably turn up eventually." She continues, although sounding almost like she was trying to convince herself more than she was the others.
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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 May 17, 2021 20:47:38 GMT -5
"I'm sure they will." Thuratiphel reassured. Though the low level of his flames indicating to the observant he wasn't as sure as he stated. His lying was starting to get to him.
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
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 May 19, 2021 3:08:49 GMT -5
Bloody hell, was she about to have a crying fae in her tent? Grandma could really do without that happening. Even Sylvanie’s companion seemed a bit down, his reassurance ringing hollow to the crone’s ears. Perhaps if she threw a bit of hope, however false, Sylvanie’s way that would let the girl leave without a complete breakdown. Allowing her kindly smile to return, Grandma’s voice was once more filled with a warmth that washed away her previously solemn words.
“I have heard some tales that time passes differently for each person in the mists… It is possible even if they return further down the line than you would like, not as much time will have passed for them as you. This would obviously be to your benefit, as it means they won’t necessarily have to survive at sea for as long as you yourself have been on this island.”
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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 May 20, 2021 13:09:13 GMT -5
"Y-yeah, that makes sense!" Sylvanie chokes out, trying to blink the tears away from her eyes. Stay happy, stay happy, stay happy... She repeated in her head, trying not to break that norm of fae-like joviality and carefree attitude. "They'll show up eventually! Thank you Miss Grandma, how can I ever repay you?" She asks, trying to tear her mind away from the despairing thoughts it had been thinking after first hearing the news.
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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 May 20, 2021 14:14:44 GMT -5
"Y-yeah, that makes sense!" Sylvanie chokes out, trying to blink the tears away from her eyes. Stay happy, stay happy, stay happy... She repeated in her head, trying not to break that norm of fae-like joviality and carefree attitude. "They'll show up eventually! Thank you Miss Grandma, how can I ever repay you?" She asks, trying to tear her mind away from the despairing thoughts it had been thinking after first hearing the news. Thuratiphel, familiar with Grandma's type, quickly tried to turn the conversation away, and try to avoid Sylvanie sending them into her debt. "Actually ma'am," He began, cutting off Sylvanie, "You wanted to know more about myself and where I came from, yes?"
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Keph
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 22
Appearance: Sporting odd, eye-catching, snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed ‘Master Adventure’: Keph d’Avon!
With a seemingly pure, unending thirst for exploration and a well of eager energy to match it, this short, athletic young man often finds himself in unnecessarily precarious situations. Even so, with all the trouble he gets himself into, a slight smile is most often seen.
Despite being born a mute, most will find him of oddly many words. His soft face is home to a pair of clear, sky-blue eyes; soulful, expressive orbs that constantly complement his exaggerated and somewhat theatrical expressions.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 14:10:27 GMT -5
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Post by Keph on May 24, 2021 2:30:42 GMT -5
“You alright there boy? Perhaps you should take a seat… I’ll get some tea going for you.” She wasn’t quite sure why he was so startled by her, he had called out her name after all and it was her tent he was in. Perhaps it was her new size? It was a bit intimidating she supposed, but that was by design so she couldn’t exactly complain about that. Best to get some tea in the lad to help steady him on his feet. Placing the kettle on the little stove she had, the old woman snapped her fingers and a small spurt of flame erupted from inside the kindling wood that sat inside. Turning back to her guest, the crone squinted at the magical ink as it formed words. His name was Keph, and he knew Jun… Now that was certainly a name she hadn’t heard mentioned for a while now. Looking closely at the crudely drawn picture, Grandma stroked her chin as she considered it. Jun’s interpretation of Keph’s patron? He had a patron? Now just what exactly did that mean? She could think of any manner of things a ‘patron’ referred to but it’d require asking Keph some questions to narrow the list down.” “Well, a friend of Jun is a friend to mine, so it’s a pleasure to meet you there Keph. I do hope Jun is still out there somewhere so we might meet again someday… Now, about this patron of yours. Would I be correct in assuming your patron is why Jun suggested you meet with me?” It was hard to imagine anyone getting used to Grandma. She looked older than age itself, it was impossible not to be startled! As he calmed down a bit and got a chance to properly take in his surroundings, he let out an impressed whistle. If Isra was anything, it was persistent— persistently excessive. Not even the end of world was going to stop it from enjoying wasteful lavishness. Great! Now he was getting frustrated thinking about the state of things. That tea couldn't come soon enough. He took the rumbling of the stove as an invitation to sit. After all: who drinks tea standing? A chair was drawn, a thump as he dropped, and then a sigh. He practically melted. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten to sit and breathe. Map this, draw that, oh hey, by the way: everyone you knew is dead! Slowly, it dawned on him: he might very well be the last of the Leviathan's virtuous. Did... that mean he was now the Head Shaman, the Storm Father? Just what he needed, more responsibilities.A few, quick breaths were taken as he rubbed his temples. No more thinking about... anything, he told himself. Grandma's gravely voice snapped him out of the shipwreck of thoughts. "It is why Jun suggested he meet with Grandma. Patron? That's how Jun referred to it. Keph couldn't really tell her what it means. It talks with Keph, he feels its presence, no one else does," said the Ink.
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
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 May 24, 2021 2:38:35 GMT -5
“I’m sure you’d be able to do something for me given your skill with…”
Grandma had to stifle a laugh as Thuratiphel quickly moved to interrupt Sylvanie. His reason for doing so wasn’t lost on Grandma, but she was willing to play along. Perhaps he thought his knowledge to be worth something? Well, knowledge was what she valued above all else. She’d bite.
“Indeed I did. You said you were an angel I believe… I’ve known angels in the past, but of course a variety of creatures refer to themselves by that name, so it’s quite possible you’re from a… Species of them I’m not familiar with. So please, enlighten me.”
Spreading her arms across the table, the crone offered Thuratiphel a thin smile, curious to hear what he had to say.
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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 May 24, 2021 8:59:38 GMT -5
“I’m sure you’d be able to do something for me given your skill with…” Grandma had to stifle a laugh as Thuratiphel quickly moved to interrupt Sylvanie. His reason for doing so wasn’t lost on Grandma, but she was willing to play along. Perhaps he thought his knowledge to be worth something? Well, knowledge was what she valued above all else. She’d bite. “Indeed I did. You said you were an angel I believe… I’ve known angels in the past, but of course a variety of creatures refer to themselves by that name, so it’s quite possible you’re from a… Species of them I’m not familiar with. So please, enlighten me.” Spreading her arms across the table, the crone offered Thuratiphel a thin smile, curious to hear what he had to say. "I come from another plane, that of Aeltiten, the land of light. What we call ourselves would be unpronounceable by you or other mortals. My people serve the Great One, at least, they did until one of our own lead a rebellion and was cast out, taking his forces with him. Since then, my people have become much more cautious, issuing sentences for the smallest of slights. Hence my presence here." It was clear the last part wasn't entirely true, but pressing it may not be the best idea. He then removed his skull-like helmet, revealing his face again and his odd, pure black eyes and whitish short hair. "There, that's better."
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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 May 26, 2021 13:02:14 GMT -5
“I’m sure you’d be able to do something for me given your skill with…” Grandma had to stifle a laugh as Thuratiphel quickly moved to interrupt Sylvanie. His reason for doing so wasn’t lost on Grandma, but she was willing to play along. Perhaps he thought his knowledge to be worth something? Well, knowledge was what she valued above all else. She’d bite. “Indeed I did. You said you were an angel I believe… I’ve known angels in the past, but of course a variety of creatures refer to themselves by that name, so it’s quite possible you’re from a… Species of them I’m not familiar with. So please, enlighten me.” Spreading her arms across the table, the crone offered Thuratiphel a thin smile, curious to hear what he had to say. "I come from another plane, that of Aeltiten, the land of light. What we call ourselves would be unpronounceable by you or other mortals. My people serve the Great One, at least, they did until one of our own lead a rebellion and was cast out, taking his forces with him. Since then, my people have become much more cautious, issuing sentences for the smallest of slights. Hence my presence here." It was clear the last part wasn't entirely true, but pressing it may not be the best idea. He then removed his skull-like helmet, revealing his face again and his odd, pure black eyes and whitish short hair. "There, that's better." Sylvanie turns to look at Thuratiphel as he tells more about himself, gladly taking the distraction that has been handed to her.
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
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 Jun 4, 2021 1:34:48 GMT -5
“Aeltiten and the Great One… How curious.”
Why had they sent him down here in such a strange outfit? Part of his punishment perhaps? To scare most folk away from him and make his repentance that much more difficult to complete? It seemed rather counter productive to Grandma but she had never been fond of the creatures that ruled the so-called “upper” planes of existence.
“Why exactly was one of your own leading a rebellion? If your people are the type I'd imagine they are, it must have taken this Great One doing something very upsetting to lead to such dire circumstances.”
Pausing for a moment, Grandma let an uncomfortable silence hang for a moment before continuing.
“And if you don’t mind me asking, why exactly do you wear such a frightening-looking helmet. Was it forced on you as part of your penance?”
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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 Jun 4, 2021 19:10:25 GMT -5
“Aeltiten and the Great One… How curious.” Why had they sent him down here in such a strange outfit? Part of his punishment perhaps? To scare most folk away from him and make his repentance that much more difficult to complete? It seemed rather counter productive to Grandma but she had never been fond of the creatures that ruled the so-called “upper” planes of existence. “Why exactly was one of your own leading a rebellion? If your people are the type I'd imagine they are, it must have taken this Great One doing something very upsetting to lead to such dire circumstances.” Pausing for a moment, Grandma let an uncomfortable silence hang for a moment before continuing. “And if you don’t mind me asking, why exactly do you wear such a frightening-looking helmet. Was it forced on you as part of your penance?” "Delusions of grandeur. He believed that he was greater than the Great One, and his soul was as black as night. He put up a good front, and it wasn't until he fought the Great One that his true nature was revealed. Aeltiten had to use his full power, and was shown to have been a demon on the inside. He duped us all." He explained, before pausing. "Well, not all, some knew and didn't care. They became demons as well during the fighting. As for myself, I didn't know. I was merely an informant, I had no idea what they were using the information for. Thankfully they were so merciful to let those such as myself preform penance, and since I didn't know at all, I was given a light sentance." She then asked about his helmet. "I'm blind, ma'am, and this helmet is what allows me to see clearly. As for the rest of my appearance, it indeed was, however this is standard uniform for any penance seeker. If I was in my normal state, my helmet would be similar to those humans call knights."
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