Jalil
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Appearance: A few inches shy of six feet, Jalil's lean, muscular form is of little note when compared to his bluish-gray skin, inked with a variety of angular tattoos of white. His single remaining eye is a cloudy-grey color, yet in spite of his ocular impairment he seems perfectly capable of seeing. Stark white hair seems to waver as if on its own, on rare occasions.
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Equipment: Jalil wears loose-fitting silk clothes that seem to billow dramatically, exaggerating every movement he makes. He wears fine jewelry, although its worth is questionable in the current market of lost souls. He carry's a short, curved dagger in his outfit, though it rarely sees the light of day. He's far more likely to utilize his Oud, a six-stringed instrument from his homeland.
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Skills and Abilities: Jalil's primarily ability is his speed. Although he lacks the raw magical power of his home, he can still summon enough speed to dodge the worst of a sword blow, or deliver a nasty strike with his blade when necessary.
He can on occasion create small gusts of air, and his voice and music seem to carry further than one might expect.
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Biography: Jalil is from a homeland far removed from the watery oblivion he found himself in so recently. A djinn of some power, he found himself surprisingly overjoyed to be stripped of his powers. A genie who can do little more than stir some leaves, finds far less intrusion and potential masters than one who could grant a wish.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 20:38:37 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Jun 3, 2021 12:49:44 GMT -5
Post by Jalil on Jun 3, 2021 12:49:44 GMT -5
Jalil grinned as Zasha lowered herself, inviting them to clamber up onto her shoulders. He laughed, a soft, breezy thing, and picked Ji-Min up by the waist, placing her on the colossal woman's shoulders.
"I couldn't possibly be expected to place myself upon your hardworking shoulders when my fair friend here is practically on death's door from fatigue!" he joked, glancing to Lykon as the other man offered his services. Of course, it was clear what a man like Lykon would be able to provide, and Jalil was certain they would be that much safer with this elf turned against the wild creatures that no doubt lurked in this strange new land. As for himself, what could he be expected to offer? This reverend she spoke of, it was a new word to him. Yet from the context he could gather him top be some form a spiritual leader.
"It looks as if we're a bit late to the party," he agreed as Lykon pointed out the population. The place from afar had seemed a small thing, yet as they walked through it he recognized bustling families, carts, horses. He was surprised he didn't see more houses, though he saw some wooden structures the deeper they got into the village.
"It sees your Reverend must be quite the man, if he's capable of such a feat as drawing you all together."
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Ji-Min
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: Unknown
Appearance: As a celestial vulx, Ji-Min carries a phantasmic, eerie appearance even among her kind: hair like moonlight, a bushel of three tails, and a menagerie of tattoos that dance about her skin as though they were alive as she. She's also a head taller than other vulx, rising to be as tall as most human women. She wears a mask atop her head that will, under certain circumstances, change shape: one into a fox, the other into a human, both blank. She wears silken robes that are too large, and beneath that, a complex layering of undergarments unsuited for the isles.
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Equipment: Ji Min uses the two wakizashi painted into her skin for combat. Otherwise, she has little in the way of adventurer's tools: only a waterskin and another leather pouch for food. Around her neck, hidden beneath her collar, is a necklace wound tightly around a pearl.
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Skills and Abilities: Being the celestial yokai of winter, Ji Min has varying, if subdued, powers over the themes of frost.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 21:27:50 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Jun 5, 2021 23:45:37 GMT -5
Post by Ji-Min on Jun 5, 2021 23:45:37 GMT -5
Silently, the vulx agreed, as she was quite hungry and yearning for a softer place to sleep. Unlike the rest of her sort, she'd been raised in luxury that far surpassed the muddy dens, buggy meals, and meager conditions that most vulx were found in. And she wanted to keep it that way.
The eagerness that stirred in her chest was quickly replaced by panic as she was lifted from the ground and placed on Zasha's back! And almost instinctively, as though afraid of falling, she clamped onto the woman. Ji-Min's pale cheeks pinked. Out of pure embarrassment, she bit her lips, flattened her ears, and tucked her tail. She didn't quite want to let go so suddenly, as Jalil had offered her so readily, and it seemed rude to snub Zasha.
She laughed, but nervously.
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Zasha Tolstov
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Appearance: Zasha is a lithe and lanky woman, standing a good 6' 5" tall. She is almost purely muscle, with an aggressive stance to match. Her bleached hair remains in a ponytail with long bangs and an severe undercut. Tattoos of various rules and symbols seem etched into her arms and shoulders. Each one radiates a green energy that grows in intensity to match her temper.
She wears a jumpsuit with the top pulled down and tied around her waist, with the legs tucked into calf high stockings. A pair of reinforced gloves and goggles never leave her side.
Equipment: · Reinforced gloves with built in brass knuckles
· Goggles with sea glass green lenses
· Blessed bandana usually tied around her right arm
. Earnings made from the teeth of a wild beast
· Steel skinning knife
· Heavy crossbow
Skills and Abilities: Zasha is a master of boxing and martial arts. Her particular school focused on overwhelming offensive manoeuvres and an almost dance-like agility. Her dexterity and poise are honed to a fine art.
A lifetime of service to The Reverend gives Zasha token book knowledge of a few academic subjects. Her particular passion concerns history and labour rights movements.
In addition, Zasha believes herself to be possessed by a spirit that enhances her aggressive actions and attitudes.
Biography: "My name is Zasha Tolstov", at least that is what a handwritten card left in the basket with her claimed. As a baby, Tolstov arrived in a wicker basket on the front step of The Reverend's home. He took the baby in and raised her as his protege and helper, watching in awe as she grew tall quickly. Her physical prowess was evident from a young age after she protected The Reverend from a band of would be thevies.
Since her youth, she has been a constant companion to The Reverend, helping him serve the sizeable flock which attended his cathedral. No spare moment would see waste as Zasha worked and trained wherever she could.
Now, following the total destruction of her old homeland, Zasha finds herself possessed by some spirit, invisible to all but her and The Reverend.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:52:20 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Jun 19, 2021 17:31:20 GMT -5
Post by Zasha Tolstov on Jun 19, 2021 17:31:20 GMT -5
Zasha takes care to make sure Ji-Min is comfortable atop her shoulder while resisting the urge to pat the top of the vulx’s head. The brush of Ji-Min’s tail against her neck elicits a soft chortle. “Welcome aboard, Miss!” The woman smiles in exuberance and sets off up the hill towards the camp beyond, keeping pace slightly ahead of the swordsman and the elven man. “Well, we’ve been here four months in total, give or take. Enough for us to consider this more than a temporary home. We've got the basics covered: shelter for all, guard rotas, requisition corps, hunters, gathers, and the like. Fishing is hopefully the next big thing.” With Jalil’s mention of The Reverend, Zasha nods. Where would they be without his leadership? “Yes. My dear old dad is quite the natural leader. I know he misses the spires of Saint Tarsus, but he was one of the first to settle on the notion that going home is not an option for us. Hence this.” At the top of the hill, Zasha halts and gestures with one arm, the other steadying Li-Min on her perch. Before the group stretches the rows and rows of tents and shelters. The hustle and bustle makes Zasha swell with pride, seeing how far her fellow Pannoans had made it in this new land. “We’ll take a quick jaunt through the camp to my tent where we will get you three that promised tea and some food, eh? After a stretch, we’ll see if the Reverend is taking callers and get you in to see him.” A few Pannoans nod or wave towards the newcomers. Zasha stops regularly to give brief well wishes to a few individuals wearing hastily dyed tabards over mishmashes of different forms of armour. Context from these rapid quips suggests these are the Pannoan militia.
Zasha is true to her word on the timing of the walk. After passing by several dozen tents, the travelers arrive before a tent with both flaps thrown open. Zasha gestures for Li-Min to dismount, hand ready to assist her down should the need arise. “Make yourself at home around the table there. Pull up a section of rug that looks most comfortable and I’ll get the tea on.” The low table rests on top of a thick crimson carpet, potentially scrounged from a shipment of fine textiles and repurposed here, which in turn sits on a wooden platform separating the tent base from the ground beneath. A cot with a thin bedroll, a wooden trunk, small table, two chairs, and a mirror polished to a dull shine comprise the furnishings in Zasha’s tent home. “We have our choice of some black, green, and white teas.” Zasha says, producing a tin filled to the brim with sachets of loose tea leaves. The aromas within are at once smokey and sweet. “I’ve also got a native conifer tea which bolsters the constitution right quick.”
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Lykon Tanthul
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: Lykon is a battered and scarred shadow elf, once prince of the City of Shade. He is roughly 6'2", rippling with muscle from an elven lifetime of training. He has silver eyes and pale, white skin with black hair. A haunted look in his eyes completes the appearance, and his demeanor is that of one who, having lost his purpose, now seeks a new one.
Equipment: Lykon wields an unnamed well-crafted greatsword
He wears a set of midnight blue plate armor, with the following inscription on the left pauldron:
"For Those Who Were Deceived
For Those Who Perished
For Those Who Survived"
On his right pauldron rests his personal symbol, that of a wolf eating the moon.
Draped across the right pauldron is the head of a winter wolf, with the rest of the creature's pelt spilling out as a cape behind him.
Skills and Abilities: Lykon is a gifted swordsman and decent shot, having trained from early "teenagehood" (relative to elves) to be a Nightbringer, the elite of the Shadow Goddess's Paladins, sworn to defend the City. His greatest gift is his natural insight and perception into his surroundings.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:53:29 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Jun 22, 2021 19:32:32 GMT -5
Post by Lykon Tanthul on Jun 22, 2021 19:32:32 GMT -5
Lykon feels uncomfortable with so many people smiling and happy and waving at him. Quite frankly, he wasn't used to it. At best, people had been wary of him, or at least his rather unfriendly appearance. His own people had never reacted cheerfully to anything, a dour lot. He sheepishly waved back once or twice but looked relieved to be inside the tent and away from the people.
For all that his gear looks heavy, he sits in a fluid motion that belies the appearance of the weight of his armor and leaves the comfortable looking rugs to his newfound travel companions.
"The native tea would be perfect, might as well see what beneficial things this land has."
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Ji-Min
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: Unknown
Appearance: As a celestial vulx, Ji-Min carries a phantasmic, eerie appearance even among her kind: hair like moonlight, a bushel of three tails, and a menagerie of tattoos that dance about her skin as though they were alive as she. She's also a head taller than other vulx, rising to be as tall as most human women. She wears a mask atop her head that will, under certain circumstances, change shape: one into a fox, the other into a human, both blank. She wears silken robes that are too large, and beneath that, a complex layering of undergarments unsuited for the isles.
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Equipment: Ji Min uses the two wakizashi painted into her skin for combat. Otherwise, she has little in the way of adventurer's tools: only a waterskin and another leather pouch for food. Around her neck, hidden beneath her collar, is a necklace wound tightly around a pearl.
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Skills and Abilities: Being the celestial yokai of winter, Ji Min has varying, if subdued, powers over the themes of frost.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 21:27:50 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Jul 5, 2021 22:57:57 GMT -5
Post by Ji-Min on Jul 5, 2021 22:57:57 GMT -5
As the smell of the tea drifted past, long before they entered the tent, Ji-Min felt her mouth fill with saliva. It truly, truly, had been too long! When Zasha moved to tell her she could land, she did so on deft little fox feet, making nary a sound. She then zoomed toward the tins, eyes growing as large as they had before, this time with fascination.
"The green. I will have the green," she said. To her shame, her enthusiasm was all too apparent: as though she were some common canine, her tail began to wag. No sooner did she catch it, did it sweep toward her leg, stiff. She ground her teeth, looking back at them with shock before hiding her face behind her hand. "Please," she muttered, taking a seat on the rugs.
"My companion... she said that there was a boat," she began, attempting to change the subject. "She can fly, so she spotted it in the lake from a ways off. Perhaps that was you all?" SHe looked to Lykon and Jalil "What of you two?"
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Jalil
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Appearance: A few inches shy of six feet, Jalil's lean, muscular form is of little note when compared to his bluish-gray skin, inked with a variety of angular tattoos of white. His single remaining eye is a cloudy-grey color, yet in spite of his ocular impairment he seems perfectly capable of seeing. Stark white hair seems to waver as if on its own, on rare occasions.
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Equipment: Jalil wears loose-fitting silk clothes that seem to billow dramatically, exaggerating every movement he makes. He wears fine jewelry, although its worth is questionable in the current market of lost souls. He carry's a short, curved dagger in his outfit, though it rarely sees the light of day. He's far more likely to utilize his Oud, a six-stringed instrument from his homeland.
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Skills and Abilities: Jalil's primarily ability is his speed. Although he lacks the raw magical power of his home, he can still summon enough speed to dodge the worst of a sword blow, or deliver a nasty strike with his blade when necessary.
He can on occasion create small gusts of air, and his voice and music seem to carry further than one might expect.
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Biography: Jalil is from a homeland far removed from the watery oblivion he found himself in so recently. A djinn of some power, he found himself surprisingly overjoyed to be stripped of his powers. A genie who can do little more than stir some leaves, finds far less intrusion and potential masters than one who could grant a wish.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 20:38:37 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Sept 16, 2021 11:23:35 GMT -5
Post by Jalil on Sept 16, 2021 11:23:35 GMT -5
Contrary to Lykon's discomfort at the attention of the villagers, Jalil basked in it. He waved, winked, and generally observed the people as they trekked past, even after such a long walk and such discomforts, he was certainly not one to allow such gaiety to go unnoticed. Soon, however, hey were in the tent, and he felt the unfamiliar weight of fatigue settle upon him. Be had never really felt exhaustion in his true world, but here without the binding magic of genies, he was mortal. Or, at least, as close to it as a genie could be.
Taking a seat upon the plush rug, he removed his Oud from his back, setting the instrument aside as he lay down, staring up at the ceiling of the tent.
"The white one sounds closest to what I'm used to. May I?" he asked, voice projecting upwards but audibly as he took the moment to relax, closing his eye and settling into this newfound comfort. He noted Ji-Min's question, although did little to address it, merely shrugging.
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