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47,202 | 1,278 | 31 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko was really happy to her that her answer was good. By the hearing of the new riddle. "What smells tastes better than it smells?" she looked up to Harkon with a questing meaning on her face in the hope that he knows the answer. It could be a lot of things. Hummm... Moriko looked back to her plate. "Cheese smells bad but tastes good...." she said with a solft thinking voice. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,203 | 1,278 | 32 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Harkon smiled at Valencia when she got the answer correct. He, however, frowned at the next riddle 'what tastes better than it smells?' he thought 'this is hardly fair, that applies to too many things' he looked at Aku 'could the answer be hinted with something here?' Aku'd been drinking the red liquid from the glass which he'd assumed was blood when Aku confirmed that he was a vampire, could that have been what he meant...blood? no, couldn't have. out of a strange urge he brought a hand up and tentatively licked the back of his wrist. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,204 | 1,278 | 33 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko looked t Harkon who was looking to Aku. what is it that he is drinking.... could it be?..... She looked at the glass that he was holding. A red liquid was in it, she looked better at it and focused her self on the smell of it. It.....it is........blood. Her eyes widened but then it made sens since he was a vampire. Moriko knows how it smells and tastes from her past. So maybe the answer is blood.... Moriko looked back at Harkon to see if he was thinking the same thing. She took her glass and waited to see if what she was thinking was right. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,205 | 1,278 | 34 | 164 | 343 | Aku laughed as they solved the riddle. Every action he did seemed to lead to the correct answer for the riddles he told them. He let out a small sigh of happiness and looked at the two who were entertaining him. He bridged his fingers and rested his chin on them. He thought of the next riddle and at first his riddles were simple. This one was a bit different. He looked throughout the room at the students who were all eating.
“This next one is old… I think. What is the creature that walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon and three in the evening?" He asked as he looked over each person in the room. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,206 | 1,278 | 35 | 2,788 | 1,592 | 'so he did mean blood' Nybras thought 'so he's hinting each riddle with his actions' though is wasn't needed on the next one, he'd actually heard this one before, it was referring to the way humans commonly age, how they crawl when newly born, the four legs in the morning, learn to walk on two feet when they've grown, the evening, and when they've grown old they use a cane for support, the third leg. "Humans" he said, it was the most common answer at least... | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,207 | 1,278 | 36 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko sight of happiness when she heard it was right. She couldn't believe at first but it really was the answer. The next one. this one is easy. "Humans" she said with Harkon on the same time. She heard this one as a kid. So she knew the answer right away. Moriko looked at Aku she was interested in how he was going to react that they solved the riddle this quickly. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,208 | 1,278 | 37 | 164 | 343 | Aku let out a smile as both of the students who were participating answered simultaneously. He took another drink from his goblet and looked around. They seemed to be done eating and more interested in his riddles at this point.
“Well, I guess you all know these riddles. They are good but still. I was going to come up with something new but alas the night is young. I will see you all in the afternoon. If you all wish to sleep now then you may do so. Although if you stay up I could just start teaching you all now. Then again you are all probably exhausted from the journey here. With that I excuse myself.” He said as he scooted out of his chair and took his blood with him. He exited the room and as he did another “him” walked into the room from the kitchen. Quickly he started to clear the table.
“Are you finished?” He asked with a smile to each student. This was probably the biggest puzzle that the students would have to face. How does he do that? | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,209 | 1,278 | 38 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras paid no mind to the fact that Aku was appearing in multiple places at one, he figured it was part of the magic the how-ever-old vampire knew. he nodded at the Aku that was clearing the table before excusing himself and getting up. he headed out of the dining room back toward his own room, once there he sighed, tipping his head back and relaxing as he shed some of his clothes and collapsed onto the bed. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,210 | 1,278 | 39 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko finished the last of her drink and got up. She pulled the map out of her pocket to see where the entrance to the garden was. While surging she didn't pay attention to the fact that Aku walked out of the room and another Aku came in. The other students went back to there rooms. Moriko pickedup the map and started walking to the entrance to the garden. It didn't took long or she found it. Moriko opened the door and walked outside. It was a beautiful night. Moriko disided to walk to the middle of the garden. There were many kinds of flowers and plants. Even ones that she hadn't seen before. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,211 | 1,278 | 40 | 164 | 343 | In the center of the garden was a small pond surrounded by flowers and trees. It seemed that there were many different ecosystems thriving within the garden. Flowers and trees from all around the world were spread around. On the lake was a small boat with a man in it. His face was covered by a straw hat. He looked up as Moriko walked into the garden and smiled. All that would be visible of the man would be his teeth. The light from the reflection of the moon lit his grin as if he were a nightlight.
“Welcome to the garden.” He spoke with a nice tone and waved at the water. Stones formed on the water or perhaps they were always there.
“Water that drips and water that crashes grinds stone to sand. Yet when the water is calm there is balance. The fact that these stones were here proved that the water can be tranquil. Yet whenever one hears about shipwrecks they think water to be so chaotic.” He said as he poured a drink and placed it on the boats railing.
As Zetsuko slipped away into his hopefully restful sleep he found himself alone in the dark. The darkness started to swirl and collect into a dark massive form. Red eyes dotted its top at what one would assume to be a head. White almost silver blue teeth came in under the eyes as it looked around the area. They shed light onto the surrounding area and he would find himself within his room.
“Sleeper of the night?” It asked in a strange and familiar voice. Its eyes shifted onto him finally as the details became clear within the room. Too clear some would say… it was as if he were focusing on each part of the room individually, at the same time. However the creature was formless… more like a blob with a cloak of fire.
“You must free me from this prison. Only then will you know the truth.” The creature said as its arm came forwards pointing at the book that wasn’t there before. It looked like a hardback book with a green cover. With no title on the outside, nor did it have any marks. If Zetsuko looked at the book when his gaze returned the figure would be gone. That and he would find himself awake holding the book assuming he picked it up. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,212 | 1,278 | 41 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko saw the man who greeds her from a pond. She smiled and greeds him back. While looking around she walked to wards where the stones where on the water. The flowers amazed her, it was so beautiful. Almost there, she turns around to see the moon. "It's a beautiful night." Moriko said with a soft voice and yawns a little. She stood in front of the first stone and looked at the man who was sitting in the boat. Moriko jumped on the first stone and holds still to look if it moved, but it didn't. Moriko continues until she was in front of the boat. "Good evening sir." And stept in the boat. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,213 | 1,278 | 42 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras woke with a slight start sitting up on the bed quickly with the book in his arms, he calmed down quickly however as he was coming to accept that things were going to be generally enigmatic around here. The mage stood up from the bed, threw on a cloak, and headed out of his room taking the book with him. He walked out to the garden passing Moriko and the man, casting a smile and a nod in their direction, and carried on to a more secluded place in the garden. once he found a good enough spot he sat down on the ground and looked up at the night sky. he looked back down at the book in his lap, deciding to look inside he tentatively flipped open the cover and looked at the first page. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,214 | 1,278 | 43 | 164 | 343 | The first page of the book swirled and shifted through many different languages before settling on one that Nybras understood. It was the first langue his people taught him as a child. Sadly the first page didn’t seem to be the beginning of any story but somewhere in the middle. As he absorbed the words images entered into his mind. A young man probably a human sat at a council. The viewpoint would move around and settle onto this man… as if Nybras was this man now. He would view the events that he was reading about through this man’s eyes.
“You think the demons and devils will hold true to this treaty!?” He yelled and would notice that he was standing and holding a parchment.
“They will or they will perish. The old one assures us of this.” Said an older man with white hair. He was balding and all that remained of his hair was a massive white beard.
“You speak of the Vampire!?” The much younger man at this council meeting retorted.
“He hasn’t ever harmed us!” A younger but still somewhat old man informed the council.
“And how long have you been alive?” Said the one that Nybras was seeing through.
“He is immortal and has lived for god only knows. If he did something to us then we wouldn’t even remember it. That and he has magical abilities that rival the gods… so they say.” He calmly said as he looked at everyone.
“If you don’t believe that these infernal creatures will throw the first blow you are dooming the human race! We dwindle now because of the last war with these beasts. We have one major city left and that is all that remains of our pure race!” He explained as he looked at the others.
“What about the ones who live with the elves and other goodly creatures?” Asked the old man.
“They water down our powerful bloodline by bedding with those creatures!” Scornfully the man yelled as he moved up and slammed his fist into the table. He was young and strong but that didn’t explain why the thick oak table cracked when his fist hit it.
“Enough!” Spoke a well-rounded looking man. He wasn’t thin but his muscle was there. He looked like he could snap the young man in half. The younger man moved back and sat in his chair to pout as he crossed his arms.
“This treaty is the only thing keeping us from desolation. If you push this council you will be banished from it for thinking so shortsightedly.” His words started to bleed together as the vision vanished and Nybras was looking at a blank book. It seemed that the book would only reveal so much information at a given point in time.
He handed her some tea and allowed her to look around. The small pond didn’t ripple as she entered the small boat. It didn’t even sway in the water like a normal boat would.
“The night is beautiful, although I find it lacking something. Substance perhaps.” He paused as he poured another cup for himself and started to blow on the steam.
“What is it you seek in the garden? Peace, clarity, solace or did you wish to just be alone?” He asked and then started to blow on the tea again before sipping it gingerly.
“I suppose I come out here to clear my thoughts and look upon the beautiful night.” He admitted as he looked at her. His eyes red pinpricks beneath his straw hat.
“So many minds all running about… if only we were again…” He paused as if something stopped him from saying something.
“Could you imagine not having an eye?” He asked as he looked at her. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,215 | 1,278 | 44 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko took the cup of tea that was given to her from the man. She hadn't payed any attention to how the water reacted when she got in the boat. She blow to make the tea cool down a bit so she could drink it. Moriko looked at the man as he began to speak. She agreed with the man about that it was a beautiful night but didn't quit get what he meant with that there was lacking something. Moriko took a sip of the tea and it was delicious.
The man asked her a question. What is it that I seek in the garden??? she repeated the question in her mind in search of an answer. But she couldn't find one. Moriko kept looking at the man and drinks her tea while he talks.
The man told why he was in the garden and then she couldn't follow it anymore about what he was talking about. So many minds running about???? About what?? What does he mean with: if only we were again????? Moriko looked at him with a questioning look on her face.
Then he asked her an odd question. Could I imagine not having an eye? "What do you mean with that? I don't get it." Moriko said to him with a voice that made clear that she really didn't understand why he asked that and what to say to reply on it. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,216 | 1,278 | 45 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras came out of his daze with a gasp. He looked down at the book in his lap for a moment thinking 'was that from?...i must study this more' he put the book by his side for now and laid back in the grass to think of what he's already seen 'could the vampire they mentioned have been Aku? that would make sense with what they said. and with the humans so weak what was keeping the demons at bay then?' he then reaffirmed what he thought before 'i really must study this more.' there was a lot it could show him, the massive fortress that housed the Lizan order of mages always seemed so...detached from the world. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,217 | 1,278 | 46 | 164 | 343 | He watched the reaction of the female before him and noticed. He noted how confused she became when he asked his questions and even more so when she started to ask what he meant. He looked at her with an unseen smile on his face and took a sip of his tea.
“Sorry that questions was far from my point.” He informed her as he took another sip making a slurping noise.
“What I meant was could you imagine not having sight or losing your hearing?” He clarified his question as he looked into her eyes. His eyes moved past her as he looked at the water and noted the rippling that had occurred.
“Greetings young master.” Came a voice in the shadows and a body behind the shadows soon appeared. It was a young boy probably in his early teens. He looked at Nybras and noted his puzzled look or was it more of a thirst for knowledge look? The young man shook his head and walked closer. The light from the floating orbs lit up the boy revealing a somewhat scaled skin. Although he did have this he looked more humanoid that most of the bestial races. He had hands and like lizians he had what looked like claws, more so than fingernails. His scales were an assortment of colors and as the light hit him they seemed to change slightly. His feet were housed in shoes, so whatever he was revealed that he was more human than beast.
Strangely that was where it ended as his tail came up around him. It started off thick and moved into a fine point. His teeth were a bit sharp and would probably remind someone of a shark. His eyes were piercing deep yellow and the center, not the iris, was lightly red. His iris looked human but as the light hit his vision they turned into slits almost like a cats. After a few seconds they became big again and he shuffled in front of Nybras.
“I’m sure you have questions about that.” He plainly stated as he gestured to Nybras’s book. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,218 | 1,278 | 47 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko took a sip of her tea and looked at him when he replayed on her question. He made clear what he meant and she immediately shook her head before thing about it. I...I...I can't... I just can't. If I lose my hearing... I.. would never trust any one who'd try to help me. And not having sight... I wouldn't move from where I was and suspect anything that I can hear near me. I....I..just wouldn't be my self anymore... No I.. I just can afford to lose them it is to important to me.. For how I am and to live. The thoughts kept running trough her hear and she holds her cup of tea tighter in her hands and stairs to the reflection of the moon in the water.
"N..No I..can not." Said Moriko with a really soft voice that no one hear except the ones that listened carefully to her. And she held her self still, not even moved to drink of her tea. Moriko just sat there on the boat with the man, it was like she was lost in her thoughts. A look of being afraid could be read of her face if you where skilled to read someones emotions. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,219 | 1,278 | 48 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras sat up quickly, startled by the sudden appearance of the reptilian boy. when he spotted him he stood up a turned to face him, saying "questions? i suppose that's a way to put it. it's more of a curiosity" he held the book against his chest and looked at this stranger, head tilted slightly to the side, his tail swayed behind him as he stepped closer for a better look. The boy was certainly an interesting sight, seeming mostly-human and part-Lizan, or perhaps simply part-reptile. "D-do you know something about it?" | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,220 | 1,278 | 49 | 164 | 343 | @ Netsuko
The real question he saw from Nybras was how the lizan looked at him. It was as if he couldn’t figure out what he was and that made him smile.
“Yes questions about this place or that book?” He asked him as he looked around.
“Perhaps you wish to know who sired me.” He pondered as he moved closer to the lake. His gaze fell upon the lake that fed the small pond nearby.
“My mother was a Dragon and my father rules this place. What parts of him that are still here that is.” He informed as he looked at the lake. He seemed a bit freer with his words although acted like something held him back. His hand rested on the hilt of a Katana although it looked as if it was just a nervous twitch.
“As for that book it should show you how to help my father.” He clarified as he kicked a small pebble into the water. The gravel beneath his feet crunched under his feet as he spun and started to walk away.
@Vampy
He looked strangely seemed to have no teeth or eyes but when the light hit him just right the places where they should have been they would glow. With his teeth they would gleam white and his eyes gleamed red. “Most couldn’t but imagine being split between each sense… a different body for each.” He said as he look his cup and drank from it. Strangely enough he took off his hat and didn’t even have a face. Well save for a small slit where his mouth should be.
“I am the speaker… well, the taster and listener as well.” He said with his small mouth, although his voice sounded the same.
“Please fix the puzzle.” He said as the area surrounded with mist and once it filled the area he seemed to fade away. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,221 | 1,278 | 50 | 2,594 | 1,887 | When the man took off hid hat Moriko turned around to see his face of what he spoke of. His face was gone only a mouth could be seen. Moriko's face turns white a little she just couldn't believe what she just saw. "puzzle?!" She spoke loudly with fair in her voice. then a thought came up: Did his form of his face looked like?..... No!... It can't be.... Then the man was gone when she looked back at where he sat on the boat. His teacup stood next to were she was sitting as if it was always there. Moriko drank her last bit of tea that was in her cup and looked up to the moon. "was that man... did he... he just looked like... but only a mouth.........." she talked to her self in confusion. "Fix the puzzle? What puzzle??..." Moriko puts her cup next to the other one and looked over the garden. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,222 | 1,278 | 51 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras couldn't help but giggle lightly as the half-dragon walked away. this was all sounding a bit like the old adventure tales he used to read, and still sometimes did for that matter, the thought made him smile lightly as he looked back at the book. 'to help his father...' he thought "...help with what?" he sat back down and looked around the garden | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,223 | 1,278 | 52 | 164 | 343 | @ Nybras
The young half dragon stopped in his tracks as he looked back at Nybras.
“Help free him. In a sense he is imprisoned here, stuck to the lands that he calls home. Parts of him are scattered about and you have been chosen to find them. You and the few with you.” He admitted as he looked at a flower. It was just a small pod, not in bloom.
“Most of the flowers here don’t bloom. I think it has something to do with my father’s emotional state.” He said as he turned to face Nybras.
@Vampy and Nybras
The night was young although uneventful for the most part for Moriko. The night was clear and the moon shown clearly, shining brightly. Howls could be heard in the distance but not too closely. It was getting a bit frosty outside as a sudden cold wave came over the area. Most of the plants started to frost over, as it hit. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,224 | 1,278 | 53 | 2,594 | 1,887 | As Moriko looked she saw a few for states of flowers freezing. That's odd. And she got up and saw that some ice was forming on the lake. Moriko stepped out of the boot and walked over the stones on the grass. " How can the temperature get to freezing so quickly? " she asked in the open. Moriko turned around to wards the castle and started walking back to go inside. On her way she kept thinking of the things that she had seen and heard from when she got at the castle. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,225 | 1,278 | 54 | 2,788 | 1,592 | 'the few with me?' Nybras thought as the stranger left 'does he mean Moriko and the others? and the only one i've seen with some control over this place is Aku. is he that guy's father? or could he be the warden to the prison?'. He didn't get long to wonder before the air grew colder and the nearby flowers frosted over. He silently wondered if That was due to the stranger's father as well. He got up and began to head back through the garden, aiming to head back inside to escape the cold. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,226 | 1,278 | 55 | 164 | 343 | The half dragon was waiting both of them as they came inside. He bowed politely and moved up with some blankets to help them warm up.
“Around this place the demons and devils discourage anything beautiful.” He explained as he handed the blankets over.
“I’m sorry for not introducing myself before. And we haven’t had the pleasure to meet.” He said with another small bow as he faced Moriko.
“My name is Thanalog. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” He said with another bow.
“If you both feel like staying up I can discuss what training you may take while here.” He informed each as he led them into a living area with comfortable looking couches and chairs. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,227 | 1,278 | 56 | 2,594 | 1,887 | As Moriko cane back inside a boy who looked like it was half dragon seemed to be waiting for her to come back was holding blankets to warm up. He handed her a blanket and puts it on. Then Harkon came inside moriko turned around and greeded the both of them a good evening.
The half dragon boy explained why it got so cold. Moriko was still thinking about the meeting with the old man on the boot.
The last thing that the boy said was something about training and she stopped with thinking about what all happend this evening. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,228 | 1,278 | 57 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras accepted the blanket from the The dragon boy, who he now new as Thanalog, and wrapped it around himself, though his tail stuck out a bit behind him. He nodded back at Moriko and shivered a little. as Thanalog lead them into a living area and mentioned that he's talk about soem of the things they'd train in here he nodded again and went for one of the couches. taking a seat on one and pulling his feet up under his blanket. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,229 | 1,278 | 58 | 164 | 343 | Thanalog watched both of them as they covered themselves. He bowed as Moriko greeted them and a smile moved across his face. As they sat in the living area he stocked the fireplace with more wood. Embers fluttered into the chimney following the smoke. He looked over to both of them after he was done with the fireplace. He then sat in a comfortable looking arm chair.
“If you both like I can tell you about the history of the world as I was informed how things unraveled those thousands of years ago.” He started off as he looked around between the two who had joined him.
“My father was the one in the legends who made both sides sign a contract. No more war.” He clarified as he pulled out a small book and a quill. He started to write into it.
“He informed me that there was a lycan prince that followed him on his mission. They wanted the war to stop between the goodly races and the evil ones. This was before the sun was blotted out by the Evil council. From what he thinks happen was the humans broke the contract. Seeing as they don’t live long and it happened only a few hundred years after the contract was signed. My Father… he goes by Aku now, made the contracts with blood magic. Anyone who broke the contract wouldn’t be able to use magic of any kind and would be branded to become invisible to everyone else as if they didn’t exist. Some would view this as a blessing but most didn’t.” He informed them as he started to move his tongue around in his mouth. He got up and moved over to a table getting some water. He couldn’t help but drinking down two glasses. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,230 | 1,278 | 59 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko chose a chair near the boy that looked to give her her comfort and sat down. The boy started to tell the old story that they all know well but when she hear the name Aku she just could not believe it. Moriko looked at Harkon in the hope that she heard it right. She waited and listened until the boy was done. "So your dad is Aku and he....." she felt still and looked around to the window. the old man from the boot looked like Aku... I don't get it anmore " hold on what is going on here... I mean I just was in a boot with a man that last looked like Aku and he vanished, and there was something about a puzzle..... Just what is going on?" she spoke what she thought out loud with out her knowing. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,231 | 1,278 | 60 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras listened intently as Thanalog told his father's story. He'd heard legend of the contract before, of course, but he hardly knew anything of note about it. Moriko began speaking before he could ask any questions so he stayed quiet for Thanalog to answer her. plus it gave him time to think of what questions to ask know and which later. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,232 | 1,278 | 61 | 164 | 343 | He sat in a chair near them both and strangely enough the chair seemed designed for his massive tail. It swayed back and forth as he listened to Moriko. His clawed hand rested against his face as he listened to her and as she asked her question he couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Well, I cannot tell you too much or solving the puzzle won’t work.” He admitted as he started tapping his index fingers claw against his teeth. He couldn’t help but let out a smile as he laid back in the chair.
“My Father was once so powerful gods trembled before his might. Now he is imprisoned here within these walls, well, gates.” He clarified as he looked at the two in the room with him. A strange rumble could be felt as well as heard throughout the area. Instead of being something of a quake it was more akin to something growling.
“Well, it seems that the others are here.” He said as more people entered the house.
“They are here to make this impossible for you both to solve.” He said with a wave of his hand.
“Although you are welcome to stay here until you wish to leave.” He said as he rose and moved to greet the newcomers. There was a tall man but he looked like he had burns on his skin. Upon closer inspection one would realize that it wasn’t burns but onyx black from the burning hells. Another, a beautiful woman didn’t seem to stand out much. Although she did have a tail with a spade on the tip of it. It looked like a small heart when she waved it correctly. She looked over to the two in the resting area and her eyes seem to light up.
“Now, now you know the rules. No killing or kissing people to death.” Thanalog told her with a swift slap to her face.
“I see your eyes light up like that again and I will devour you both.” He informed them as he moved against the wall in the hallway. He noticed that she didn’t even feel the slap. It was as if she enjoyed the pain as she let out a seductive moan.
“I can’t help if they fall for me.” She purred as her tail flicked back and forth quickly like a cat hunting. Soon the duo left the room and made their ways to their rooms. Thanalog moved back to the two in the room and looked at them.
“Sorry, one of them is a devil and the other is a demon… well, partially.” He admitted as he looked them over.
“Anything else I tell you they will most likely learn because of their strange magic.” He looked in the direction the couple went.
“So what would you both like to learn… that doesn’t have to do with freeing my father from this prison?” He asked as he turned back to face them. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,233 | 1,278 | 62 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko listens to all that Thanalog said. She tried to understand the situation but she still didn't get it really. Moriko just sat as quietly as she could, paying all her concentration towards him to understand it better. So, it's all about his father who is very powerful, like a god.......... and we need to solve the puzzle all by our selves. I get that so far. Then two other people came walking in the room. Moriko had never seen anything like them, by how they looked. Thanalog told that one of them is a devil and one is a demon. people who chose the dark side ? maybe???? she asked herself.
After the two left the room he asked what she wanted to learn. "The true story of the past really and how to use my bow better..." she said after Thanalog asked. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,234 | 1,278 | 63 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras pulled his knees up to his chest and curled his tail around over them, burying his nose behind it so that only his eyes were visible peeking over. He remained like that until the demons had gone. he moved his tail away and looked at Thanalog, answering just after Moriko "Like Moriko i wish to learn what happened between the humans and demons. I also wish to learn what i can about magic, of any kind" | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,235 | 1,278 | 64 | 164 | 343 | Thanalog made a strange clicking almost insect like noise with his mouth as he thought. He was picking up surface thoughts from Moriko and Nybras and he felt their emotions as well. He pulled out a ring and handed one to each of them.
“These rings will protect your minds from being overheard. They will also allow you two to communicate telepathically but only if you both want to. There will be no eavesdropping when it comes to these rings. As for those two, they didn’t have a choice in how they were born. They were born and raised in the nine hells or one of the layers of the abyss.” He paused tapping his talon like nail against his lip.
“They were raised be those you would consider Evil but in reality good and evil are all just matter of beliefs and how one is raised. Imagine if all your life you are told that killing is bad or evil. You will eventually believe that deep in your core. Now imagine if you didn’t kill someone at least once a week and that was considered evil…” He paused as he glanced from one of them to the other.
“It is all about where you are raised and what they believe in. Well, mostly. There are rare cases where people are different no matter what. They either get some strange dark or light impulse to do something out of their natural races beliefs. These people are extremely rare but do exist. Like my father… although it took him centuries to change and it was because of a friend of his.” He continued as he looked around.
“In short we all hold darkness and light within us. The thing is will you let one overpower and control your actions?” He asked as he looked around the room, it was as if he was searching for something and then he moved over and took up two books and some quills with ink. He handed each of them one and looked at them as if they expected something more.
“What?” He asked shrugging.
“I want you two to keep journals and write everything you feel, what you think about the day and how it was spent. Also, I want you to write down what you would do to change the day. Let’s say hypothetically if you could change the past.” He informed them and with that he sat back down taking in a deep breath as if to catch his breath from a long run. Then he recalled that Nybras did ask him a few questions or was it just a statement? He pondered as he looked back at the duo.
“Magic is a simple thing to learn and something impossible to master or control. I could teach you both about magic but I was hoping that you both had “special types” of magic to teach one another. As what happened between the humans and demons… well it was more of what happened between the races of light and darkness. Again as I said before you can change how you are viewed but never how your race is viewed as a whole. No matter how long you work at it people will always shun you for your race. Unless they are people raised by my father. It is one of the reasons you are all here.” He explained as he looked at them.
“I beg that you don’t want me to tell the story now…” He paused and looked at them and noted that they were really interested. How could they not be?
“From what I gathered from my father and well, both sides. The war was over, land. People always want land and were fighting and fueling the wars. A few Gods of War were loving it and they were the first to fall to my father. Even in their strengthened states. He fought the gods of war at the same time when the war was at its peak.” He explained as he looked at them noting the sparkling lust for knowledge.
“He ended the war and made both sides sign blood contracts to keep the peace. Although, humans have such a short lifespan that they were able to void the contract within a few hundred years. The humans feared that the Demon Lords and Archdevils were plotting to erase them. They probably were at the time but couldn’t figure out a way to get past the contract. The humans started mingling magic and technology. Once this was done the contracts were all void. Although, at the time the demons didn’t know this and were attacked by magic powered handheld cannons. The humans eradicated almost every demon from the cavern… all save for an imp.” He paused to allow them to take it in.
“That imp went to the lords and arch devils revealing this had happened. With that they all got together and somehow captured my father. They used his blood as well as their own to craft a powerful spell. The spell that is still blotting out the sun.” He stopped as he took a sip of something that looked like wine. After a deep gulp he rubbed his thumb across his lip to wipe away a drop.
“My father didn’t figure out they used his blood for the spell until much later. I think they drugged him or something. Calling him in under false securities and friendship. Although, I’m not sure.” He clarified and shrugged.
“I hope this was enough for you both for now. I’m tired and probably going to bed.” He stated as he pointed to the clock. It was early in the morning, somewhere around 7AM. He moved off at a slow shamble and took his cup and bottle with him. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,236 | 1,278 | 65 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko listens carefully to what Thanalog told. When he gave her a ring and told that it protects her mind for being read and that she and Nybras could communicate telepathically if they wanted to. Then Thanalog started telling about the races and good and evil and Moriko felt as if he was talking to her about her race and why it's split in half over evil and good.
Thanalog gave also a book and a quill and ink to keep a journal. What he told about the great story made her even more interested in what he has to tell about it later on.
A little yawn escaped Moriko and Thanalog said that we will go to bed. Moriko got up from the seat after he left. "I think that I will go to bed too then." she said to Nybras after placing the ring on her finger. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,237 | 1,278 | 66 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras took the ring and the book, he set the book aside for a moment and examined the ring while Thanalog was telling the story. He eventually slipped it onto one of the horns atop his head rather than a finger and listened to the rest of Thanalog's story, picking up his book when it finished and opening it flipping through a few of the pages just to get a feel of the book before closing it again. He nodded at Moriko when she stood up "Sleep well" he stood up as well and glanced off to the side nervously "perhaps...perhaps you'd like me to accompany you to your room?" | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,238 | 1,278 | 67 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko turned to wards Nybras he looked a little nervous when he asked her if she would like that he walked her back to her room. She rolled the ring around her finger a few times. Yes, I would like to. Moriko answered telepathic to test it out and she blushes a bit. Moriko picked up the blanked that laid on the seat and puts it on. She was getting a bit sleepy. Then she took the ink and the quill in one hand and the book in the other but she was still holding the blanked tight so that it wouldn't fall off while she waited for Nybras. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,239 | 1,278 | 68 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras wrapped his book and quill in his blanket to make it easy to carry, tucking them under one arm and turning back to Moriko. Hearing her voice in his mind from the telepathic rings, he rubbed his horn where the ring was and smiled nervously as they began heading back to the rooms. He saw that she was holding the blanket around herself and thought she felt cold so he put one arm around her along the way. A few scales on his face changed color slightly in the reptilian equivalent of a blush when he realized the intimacy of the gesture a moment later. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,240 | 1,278 | 69 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko walked next to Nybras to the great main hall, where the stair was to go to their rooms. on their way she looked trough some of the windows when she noticed that Nybras was about to hold her. She didn't said anything about it and let him hold her. Moriko's ears folded down and a little lush became visible on her cheeks. The castle or mansion is really huge! she said in her mind, not being sure if he would have heard it. The moon stood high in the sky and it looked beautiful with all the stars that surrounded it as if they where dancing. A chill came down her spine and made her shake a little, Moriko was really getting tiered. This first night on her new school had been already so interesting that Moriko can't wait to get started with her lessons. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,241 | 1,278 | 70 | 164 | 343 | The next morning...
The fact that the sun was constantly being covered by a magical darkness seemed to not bother the younger generation. They couldn't understand the awe and power that the sun held. The fact that in the light all the darkness would have to retreat back into the darkness of holes within the earth or now within buildings created by the intelligent races scattered all over the world. It was probably a primal feeling to most races to want to bask outside under one of the "Sunlight Orbs" as if getting the real thing. Aku was walking around the house aimlessly as he bumped into the infernal pair.
“Here again to stop the true darkness from being free?” Aku asked the female as he looked at her. His smile made her swoon and made the male blush.
“Of course you could always help free me. I do reward those who help me...” He paused as he looked at both of them. His body language changes a little as he shifted his body to fully face them but so that he could lean against the wall.
“Then again if you weren't born before what happened to me then you wouldn't know that I am held to my word.” He said and then tisked three times as he moved over to sit on a chair. Somehow he still faced them.
“We would help...” The succubus started.
“And imagine how your masters would hate it before I removed them from existence.” He cut in before she or he could finish what they were going to say. They both blanched at his words and became a bit pale. It was strange to see denizen the Nine Hells or the Abyss do such a thing.
“They didn't tell you that I record every person's names they send here and how I will seek revenge upon those who stood against me?” He asked as they looked at him, more color leaving their features. He seemed amused at their discomfort and began to laugh. They narrowed their eyes at him as the color returned to their features. They knew he couldn't do anything to them yet but did they want to test him now?
“Go, you know I cannot do anything.” He said to them as he waved his hands at them. They walked off and started talking with one another speaking in a strange language. Aku prepared the table for breakfast and waited for everyone to gather. Thanalog sat in the room at the table sitting at the opposite side as his father. He waited for everyone to get into the room and situate themselves.
“So what do you all plan to do today?” He asked after they all seemed situated. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,242 | 1,278 | 71 | 2,788 | 1,592 | After Bringing Moriko to her room last night and making sure she was fine Nybras had returned to his own room and settled in for the night. He awoke the next morning and got out of bed, putting on his clothes before going out and heading down to the dining room, setting himself in the same seat he'd sat in before and looking around at the others as they came in and took their own seats. It was then that Aku asked about their plans for the day, to which Nybras' answer was "my current plan today is to figure out my plan for the day" he still didn't know much of the castle, perhaps he'd explore... | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,243 | 1,278 | 72 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko woke up and looked around the room. She stood up and saw that the dress that she had worn laid down on the chair near the desk. Moriko walked to the clossed and took out one of her own dresses that she had unpacked and took it out and holds it in front of her for the mirror. "I think that i'll go with this" she said to her self. It didn't took long for Moriko to change her self. She puts her room key in one of her pockets and saw that she was still wearing the ring. Moriko blushed a little and walked out of her room. She didn't saw anyone in the hall. Moriko locked her door and walked to where she had eaten diner the day be for. As she walked in the room she saw that Nybras was there already. Moriko walked to the same seat and sat down next to Aku. She greeds them a good morning. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,244 | 1,278 | 73 | 1,239 | 2,351 | Bishop awoke in the morticians office feeling groggy having faint memories of last night and his "party" he stood up and brushed himself off. "Well it would appear it's finally morning." he said with a stretch. He needed to go back to his dorm and change and prepare for what ever the day had in store for him. Bishop walked through the castle paying little mind to anyone who crossed paths with him, when he finally reached his dorm he unlocked the door and entered closing it behind him. Bishop stripped his clothes off and noticed some slight bite marks on his torso he laughed ignored them. He put on a dark grey shirt and black pants, just before leaving his room though he looked to the window. "such a beautiful dark day" he said with a laugh as he exited his room locking it behind him. Bishop had gotten hungry so he decided he would see what they had for his unique taste. As he entered the room he noticed people sittin at the table. "Ehhh." He thought to himself as he got himself a goblet and sat down as far away from the others as he could. Bishop still felt groggy and just out of it. | Name: Bishop Alastair Lynch
Age: 119
Race: Moroi
Job: Mortician
Rank/Position in job: Head mortician
Bloodline: Rouge
Faction: ?
Alignment: chaotic neutral
Personality pros (strengths):
Charisma, Honesty, manipulative
Personality cons (weaknesses): Blunt, Cold, Nervous
Looks:
Height: 5'10 Weight: 162 lbs
Element/magical powers: Earth/Unholy
Equipment: Bastard sword, Robes and hooded cloak, daggers X2, and General mortician equipment.
Bio: Bishop wandered for many years looking for something to peak his interest and curiosity, the only things he's found that actually has is preparing the dead to see their loved ones one last time and talking to the beautiful women who just so happen to cross his path. He's settled down and taken up the job of mortician and begun taking classes at the academy. |
47,245 | 1,278 | 74 | 164 | 343 | Aku looked at each of the students and smiled when the infernal joined in on breakfast. The one known as Bishop finally joined the group. It had been a few days since he arrived and it seemed that he was hiding from the world while he dabbled in his trade. He wasn't put off like most may have been by his hobby. He had been many things in his life and walked just about every path there is, so he could sympathize with each student's budding curiosities. The thirst for knowledge that Nybras had… the book would help him along with that.
His gaze fell upon Moriko as he took another sip of his drink.
“What drove her?” He wondered as his eyes moved over to the infernal male, female and… there was another? He thought he knew everyone who entered his domain but perhaps his power was finally fading. He shook his head trying to clear his mind and grinned as food came in. Invisible servants carried each platter to everyone's favorite breakfast meal. He couldn't help but grin at their choices, it was more of an aura feeling than a mind reading. It had something to do with how they felt after they woke up, it was meals that helped them recall their dreams.
“Is this everyone?” He asked as he waved at the meals.
“You may all pray if you would like.” He informed them as he looked at his cup. He placed it on the table and started to pat it back and forth between his hands. Probably a nervous gesture and he looked at them all.
“First thing you all will learn is the basics of magic. This is just so we know that you can refine it without trying something...” He paused as his mind fell back into his past but it was quickly shrugged off. “That may get you killed.” He finished as he looked around the group. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,246 | 1,278 | 75 | 1,239 | 2,351 | Bishop turned and looked toward Aku, and spoke in such a way that even angles would cry. "I don't believe this is all of us sir." He said as he noticed the food coming toward them in a hushed tone he got closer to the individual bringing them the food. "Excuse me, If you'd be so kind to as bring me some of your finest ichor, I'd be most grateful." He said with a devilish smile. He looked to his side and noticed a girl, "hmmm I'd rather have her ichor." He thought to himself with a smile as he liked his lips. Bishop wasn't the kind to forcefully drink from someone he often just used his silver tounge to get them to do it willingly. He remembered the first time he fed on a living person the thrill was overwhelming he could barely bring himself to stop but before he got the chance he was ripped off. | Name: Bishop Alastair Lynch
Age: 119
Race: Moroi
Job: Mortician
Rank/Position in job: Head mortician
Bloodline: Rouge
Faction: ?
Alignment: chaotic neutral
Personality pros (strengths):
Charisma, Honesty, manipulative
Personality cons (weaknesses): Blunt, Cold, Nervous
Looks:
Height: 5'10 Weight: 162 lbs
Element/magical powers: Earth/Unholy
Equipment: Bastard sword, Robes and hooded cloak, daggers X2, and General mortician equipment.
Bio: Bishop wandered for many years looking for something to peak his interest and curiosity, the only things he's found that actually has is preparing the dead to see their loved ones one last time and talking to the beautiful women who just so happen to cross his path. He's settled down and taken up the job of mortician and begun taking classes at the academy. |
47,247 | 1,278 | 76 | 2,594 | 1,887 | As Moriko sat on the same seat that she had the night before she looked around the room and noticed someone that she haven't seen before. She looked for a little while at the new person until the meals came in. Moriko could smell the salmon that was for her. The delicious smell came closer and a smile appeared on her face. Aku asked if everyone had their meals. Then the new person began to speak in an what devilish tone in his voice. Moriko spits her ears to be sure that she had heard it right.
Then Moriko looked at Nybras and asked him with help of the ring: "Is that someone new, or... He acts so odd, have you also noticed that?" she wanted to be sure so that she wouldn't gave a false judge about someone she didn't knew. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,248 | 1,278 | 77 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras flashed his eyes up from his meal at Moriko when he heard her voice in his head, then to the new person she had mentioned for just a moment before looking back to her and responding through the ring 'He is a bit strange...he seems kind of like Aku, another kind of vampire...' He glanced at the new person again, gaining a slight feeling of dread at the look he had on his face 'perhaps...we should be wary of him' He looked back to his food as he took another bite an then looked at Moriko, again speaking telepathically through the ring 'what of you Moriko? did you sleep well?' | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,249 | 1,278 | 78 | 164 | 343 | Aku let out a small chuckle as he overheard the conversation going on between Nybras and Moriko. He couldn't help but notice they didn't bring Bishop's meal still hadn't arrived. He stood up and moved over to the boy and placed his hand on his shoulder.
“Please, keep those memories caged, less you wish to stir the beast.” He warned him with a hushed whisper, a whisper that was at such a low frequency that only vampires could hear it. He quickly looked at Bishop and then smiled as he pulled out his own brand of nectar and filled another goblet. Where had that goblet come from? Better yet where was his?
He looked around and noted the meals that had arrived. A small tray of what looked like hearts sat next to the demon and her friends. Slowly, Aku prowled over to their side of the table and picked up one. His eyes rested lazily and then settled upon the female demon.
“Is it true that no matter how many of these you eat...” He paused as he looked around the room and bit into one as if it were an apple.
“You never learn to love?” He asked as he placed the remains on the third addition to the infernal side.
The creature looked at Aqutanama and its eyes were filled with rage and a little lust. He couldn't tell if it was male, female, was neither or both. That was something that took skill to hide from him… then again he was fading. He only smiled in return and nodded to the creature. Soon he found himself next to the male infernal who had made his way here with his female demon friend.
“What beautiful eyes you have.” Aku complimented the male as he moved. He never made contact with him but his body was close on several occasions. Soon he was staring face to face with him and the devil gulped deeply as his skin started to redden. Only after a few moments did he see past the illusion of the eyes and notice there were none. Cold sweat replaced the sexual hunger he had felt and he turned to face away from the ancient.
Again he moved to Nybras and looked for that book he had acquired. He noted that it was well hidden as he moved to Moriko and noticed she was partaking of fish. He had moved to everyone but his own son Thanalog. He was the last he moved to and he started to massage his shoulders. There was no warning or tenseness in Thanalog as his head fell forwards so his father could continue.
“Now the classes will consist of four topics… for now.” He revealed as some papers appeared, neatly folded and in a way not to get damaged. If one were to take note the infernal all received one.
“History as it was written from my perspective. So please don't hate me if there are a lot of details left out. I am… or was only one person.” He thought the last part out loud as he continued.
“Magic Defense” He said next as he looked at everyone gauging reactions.
“Sparing” Again he looked around the room.
“Finally, basic survival skills.” He finished as he shifted his hand to another spot on his son's neck.
“Each of you will be at the classes...” he paused as a darkness seemed to creep into the room.
“Anyone who is late will die.” He said as he looked at each of them.
“Also anyone trying to prevent another from joining a class session will be flayed and flayed many times.” he warned as he watched for a reaction. Slowly the light refilled the room as did the warmth. He finished with the massage he was giving his son and walked by Bishop picking up his own drink.
"That's where I left it…" He thought out loud as he sat back down and drank. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,250 | 1,278 | 79 | 1,239 | 2,351 | A devilish smile appeared on bishops face when he heard Aku speak, he decided to keep all comments to himself and just listened. Bishop finished listening to Aku and decided to turn toward the others, "I don't believe we've been properly introduced sir and madam, I'm Bishop Alastair Lynch." He said as he gestured a bow while sitting. He realized then that they could probably read minds as well so he made direct eye contact with Moriiko and smiled agin. | Name: Bishop Alastair Lynch
Age: 119
Race: Moroi
Job: Mortician
Rank/Position in job: Head mortician
Bloodline: Rouge
Faction: ?
Alignment: chaotic neutral
Personality pros (strengths):
Charisma, Honesty, manipulative
Personality cons (weaknesses): Blunt, Cold, Nervous
Looks:
Height: 5'10 Weight: 162 lbs
Element/magical powers: Earth/Unholy
Equipment: Bastard sword, Robes and hooded cloak, daggers X2, and General mortician equipment.
Bio: Bishop wandered for many years looking for something to peak his interest and curiosity, the only things he's found that actually has is preparing the dead to see their loved ones one last time and talking to the beautiful women who just so happen to cross his path. He's settled down and taken up the job of mortician and begun taking classes at the academy. |
47,251 | 1,278 | 80 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko was about to answer Nybras question when Aku began to speak. She listens closely to what he said. Moriko was happy to hear that there where a few classes to choose from. The only thing that worries her was the punishment. It just makes no sense to her. Why would you punish your students with death, moriko remembered what Thanalog had told the previous night.
Then again Moriko felt eyes on her and looked up at the new person who sat across the room. What does he want from me?? she thought. Then he began to speak, he said his name was Alastair. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,252 | 1,278 | 81 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras turned his attention to Aku as he addressed the students to tell them about the classes...and the punishment for being late. he wasn't actually sure if Aku was serious or joking, he seemed the sort to do either, well if he is serious hopefully he'd mention when the classes started and where they needed to go for them. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,253 | 1,278 | 82 | 1,239 | 2,351 | After bishop had finished listening to Aku he decided to speak agin to Morkio, "cat got your tongue?" He said with a wink as his food finally arrived in a beautifully decorated goblet. Closing his eyes and slowly smelling the ichor bishop smiled agin before taking a sip and opening his eyes agin. "Now that's so damn good ichor he thought to himself." | Name: Bishop Alastair Lynch
Age: 119
Race: Moroi
Job: Mortician
Rank/Position in job: Head mortician
Bloodline: Rouge
Faction: ?
Alignment: chaotic neutral
Personality pros (strengths):
Charisma, Honesty, manipulative
Personality cons (weaknesses): Blunt, Cold, Nervous
Looks:
Height: 5'10 Weight: 162 lbs
Element/magical powers: Earth/Unholy
Equipment: Bastard sword, Robes and hooded cloak, daggers X2, and General mortician equipment.
Bio: Bishop wandered for many years looking for something to peak his interest and curiosity, the only things he's found that actually has is preparing the dead to see their loved ones one last time and talking to the beautiful women who just so happen to cross his path. He's settled down and taken up the job of mortician and begun taking classes at the academy. |
47,254 | 1,278 | 83 | 164 | 343 | Aqutanama felt like his point was well received as he leaned back in his chair. A weight seemingly lifted from his ancient shoulders as he finally relaxed a little bit. There was a light sound of someone walking towards the group. A small man but looked more like a young teen more than anything walked into the room wearing a mostly blue robe? Well, it seemed like a robe but was more akin to the Japanese robe known as a yukata or Kimino. He had short spiky platinum blue hair and had a folder under one arm.
“Class will begin in a half hour.” He said with a somewhat boyish voice. It seemed that he was still getting past puberty. He then turned his back and didn't seem to care who or what was in the room. Either arrogant or ignorant it didn't make a difference. He cared nothing for the power in the room or what it meant to him.
Aqutanama couldn't hold back the small smile on his face at the young man as he looked at the rest of the people there. He was probably one of the youngest in the room but held almost as much raw power and refinement as Thanalog. Aqutanama looked around the table taking a final swig of his drink and excused himself.
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The classroom was a strange one. There were no tables in it or chairs for that matter. It was empty or so it seemed. In the center of the room the light blue haired boy sat as if meditating. He didn't move or even look alive, for all they knew he was dead. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,255 | 1,278 | 84 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko looked at where bishop was and studied him for a little and not saying anything back at him. She finished her meal and stood up from her sear. Moriko noticed that Nybras was already done. She looked around the room and started to walk to where the lessons were given. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,256 | 1,278 | 85 | 1,239 | 2,351 | Bishop glared at the girl and the other boy as they ignored him. "Well I see this school teaches people to control blood lust, apparently not manners." He said under his breath as he got up and headed to the class. The instructor appeared to be a boy getting out of puberty. | Name: Bishop Alastair Lynch
Age: 119
Race: Moroi
Job: Mortician
Rank/Position in job: Head mortician
Bloodline: Rouge
Faction: ?
Alignment: chaotic neutral
Personality pros (strengths):
Charisma, Honesty, manipulative
Personality cons (weaknesses): Blunt, Cold, Nervous
Looks:
Height: 5'10 Weight: 162 lbs
Element/magical powers: Earth/Unholy
Equipment: Bastard sword, Robes and hooded cloak, daggers X2, and General mortician equipment.
Bio: Bishop wandered for many years looking for something to peak his interest and curiosity, the only things he's found that actually has is preparing the dead to see their loved ones one last time and talking to the beautiful women who just so happen to cross his path. He's settled down and taken up the job of mortician and begun taking classes at the academy. |
47,257 | 1,278 | 86 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Following the others Nybras entered the classroom just after them, taking a quick glance at the blue-haired instructor before looking for a seat and eventually getting one next to Moriko, casting a smile at her before sitting down. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,258 | 1,278 | 87 | 164 | 343 | The boy sat there for a moment allowing everyone to enter the room. A pules of magic could be felt emanating from him. The pulse closed the doors and locked them once everyone was inside. Finally he moved getting up and looking at each student. His gaze seemed to pierce into each of them as if he was reading something beneath them.
“Ah I see why the master wants you all as students.” He stated as his eyes fell over the infernal.
“Yes even you three.” He admitted as he looked at each demon or devil. Soon his eyes fell upon the others that were in the room.
“Today I'm going to teach you about the basics of magic.” He informed them as he moved about the room and slapped the air. It sounded as if he hit a desk. From that his his magic flooded the room and revealed the tables and desks. Some had followed instinct to find these seats and probably had access to basic sight magic. Once revealed the infernal moved off the right side of the room and took seats. He cleared his throat and looked at them.
“Sorry, but there is a seating chart.” He informed them as he waved a hand and the seats rearranged themselves. The Tables sat in sets of three and all up front and there were only six chairs.
“One Good and one Evil.” He informed them as their heads came up on the seats for each of them. Miriko was seated with the infernal male. Bishop was seated with the new and unknown infernal and lastly Nybras was seated next to the female.
“These seating arrangements are made to see just how different your magic is. As well as to see just how much you can cooperate with being opposites.” He said as he looked at each of them.
“As I was saying before… Today’s class is going to be training with magic and the basics. Of course you all have some screwed up and incorrect version of training when it comes to the use of magic.” He informed them all as he sat down, a chair rose from the ground and lifted him so he was at head level with them.
“Now for the fist lesson, get to your assigned seats.” He instructed them without any manners. He was here to teach them not coddle them like children. If they were to live through his masters plans they would need a tough instructor. That was who he was and what he planned. As soon as each student took their assigned seats he would continue. If they didn't want to they would be forced away from the other seats because of their own magical aura.
“Now that that is settled. I want to know what you all know about the minds eye or the third eye as some call it.” He started as he looked around the class. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,259 | 1,278 | 88 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko stood near the window and the young teacher showed the seats. Moriko's was near the front. Before taking place she looked around to see where other others where placed. The explanation seemed right to her, she couldn't wait to learn. the third eye... she thought it seems familiar to her she had heard about it some were. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,260 | 1,278 | 89 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras took his new seat a little hesitantly, a bit nervous about being seated next to the succubus from before. "A-a mind's eye is the ability to see other worlds or to see the arcane links in this world. it is a way of seeing beyond the normal senses and some believe it to be a way of reaching enlightenment" | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,261 | 1,278 | 90 | 1,239 | 2,351 | Bishop looked at his seat and hesitated to sit, the student he'd be sitting by had aspects of a Strigoi he was struggling to identity this being's sex. He decided to take his seat glancing over to the infernal next to him, as he spoke under his breath, "Filth." He made sure to to fully glance at it but make it to where to the infernal knew he was referring to it. After that bishop quickly turned to the small teacher. "Well I've seen that the third eye also known as the inner eye is often associated with religious visions, clairvoyance, the ability to observe chakras and auras, precognition, and out-of-body experiences. But that is all the knowledge I have of it. | Name: Bishop Alastair Lynch
Age: 119
Race: Moroi
Job: Mortician
Rank/Position in job: Head mortician
Bloodline: Rouge
Faction: ?
Alignment: chaotic neutral
Personality pros (strengths):
Charisma, Honesty, manipulative
Personality cons (weaknesses): Blunt, Cold, Nervous
Looks:
Height: 5'10 Weight: 162 lbs
Element/magical powers: Earth/Unholy
Equipment: Bastard sword, Robes and hooded cloak, daggers X2, and General mortician equipment.
Bio: Bishop wandered for many years looking for something to peak his interest and curiosity, the only things he's found that actually has is preparing the dead to see their loved ones one last time and talking to the beautiful women who just so happen to cross his path. He's settled down and taken up the job of mortician and begun taking classes at the academy. |
47,262 | 1,278 | 91 | 164 | 343 | All infernal seemed to be distant and allowing their “team” to answer the questions. The male
“I suppose you need something to call me because we are on a team.” He pondered as he sat there.
“You may call me Suedomsa or Dom for short.” He finished as he looked at Moriko. His smile was charming and if one stared too long they would feel comfortable with him. He didn't look like what one would think a demon or devil would look like. He looked human for the most part. His face was strong and intimidating when angry but gentle at the same time, especially when he was talking “peacefully” with someone.
and
The instructor watched as each student seemed to flinch at the question except for Bishop and Nybras. As they explained what they thought the third eye was a small smile, very small smile touched the outsides of his mouth. It quickly vanished as he cleared his throat.
“You are both somewhat correct. However, the part or parts that are correct...” He paused as he looked at the room.
, and
“Some can use the sight to see into other realms and even into the future. Then again, everyone who uses the sight has a chance of going insane… so perhaps they were just crazy casters.” He noted as he spoke out loud.
“The first level and lowest level is the safest but it still leaves the user at risk. It allows the user to see the world and beings as they were truly meant to be. Demons look like Demons, Cows look like cows. However, there are creatures who are twisted, strong and as ancient as some of the strongest old ones.” He paused again as he looked at Bishop.
“Most all of those are different levels of the sight.” He admitted as he walked over to the table. He couldn’t help but caress the sheets of paper on it as he took them into his hands.
“Here.” He simply stated as he handed out blank papers.
“You are to study with your partner until you both can read the pages. Half of the message is written in something that the good can read and the other half…” He informed them leaving that hanging. If they were smart enough they would figure it out.
“Dismissed.” He said as he moved back to the spot they found him in. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,263 | 1,278 | 92 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko was starring at the board thinking of the answer then she hears a voice talking to her. Moriko turned her head and looked at her partner. The way he smiled at her gave her a warm feeling so she smiled back. " Dom.... That sounds fun. I will call you Dom then." Moriko replayed while smiling. " I'm Valencia, You may call me how you want I don't really care about that." She spoke honest to him. He didn't look really demon like, for her it was only normal that people looked human but with demon or animal like thing such as ears and tails.
The teacher handed a blank paper but he said that there was something written on it. Can't see any words on it... Maybe you could see it trough that third eye that he spoke of. Moriko though thinking of what was said about it. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,264 | 1,278 | 93 | 1,239 | 2,351 | A sinister grin stretched across Bishop's face as he heard the teacher speak. He slowly turned to his infernal partner as they received their paper, he slowly inspected the paper the lines were blurred and gumbled he wasn't sure how to make all of it out maybe it was because of his neutral standpoint. Bishop began focusing as best as he could as the top of the message started to become more clear but some from the lower message faded away. | Name: Bishop Alastair Lynch
Age: 119
Race: Moroi
Job: Mortician
Rank/Position in job: Head mortician
Bloodline: Rouge
Faction: ?
Alignment: chaotic neutral
Personality pros (strengths):
Charisma, Honesty, manipulative
Personality cons (weaknesses): Blunt, Cold, Nervous
Looks:
Height: 5'10 Weight: 162 lbs
Element/magical powers: Earth/Unholy
Equipment: Bastard sword, Robes and hooded cloak, daggers X2, and General mortician equipment.
Bio: Bishop wandered for many years looking for something to peak his interest and curiosity, the only things he's found that actually has is preparing the dead to see their loved ones one last time and talking to the beautiful women who just so happen to cross his path. He's settled down and taken up the job of mortician and begun taking classes at the academy. |
47,265 | 1,278 | 94 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras looked from the paper to the instructor, back to the paper, his partner, and finally the paper again. This seemed a bit farther along than the basics of magic but maybe the standards were just different here. Regardless this is what they were doing now. He started by putting his hands together and forming a triangle between them with his thumbs and forefingers, he then rested his chin on his thumbs and put his snout through the triangle until the peak formed by his forefingers was between his eyes. A faint glow crept into his eyes as he focused on the paper. He was using a simple spell, something meant for smaller things such as this.
not that it was easy
A moment later a surprisingly loud thunk would sound in the room as his head landed snout first on the table with his horns sticking up, one arm splayed on his desk and the other hanging off the side. His breathing indicated that he'd managed to render himself unconscious. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,266 | 1,278 | 95 | 164 | 343 | Tisk tisk. Could be heard from the instructor as he noticed that Nybras fainted. Nybras's partner started to chuckle but stopped shortly after as her head hit the desk. Her face was smashed against the table as she drooled as if in a deep sleep.
"Now remember children this is a team based event." He reminded them as he took a few steps forwards. The others seemed to nod thinking about how to make it a team based event. This was the trick as most would use the minds eye on an object. Too focused on the object the object itself would render one person unconscious and then the closest other next to them.
"When two minds eyes hit the paper it will reveal the secrets. First you will need to figure out how to use your minds eyes. Then after that use them together." He instructed them as he prodded the other two.
"Wake up." He whispered into their ears and with that they would. In this classroom he was "god."
He went over the materials again for the sleeping "couple".
"You two looked so cute together. Sleeping like an old married couple." He joked but looked really serious.
"Too bad you only look like it and don't act like a damn team." He scolded them and hit a cane into the ground.
"If you know how to activate your minds eye, I suggest teaching your partner." He instructed as he sat down and started to read a book.
"You have a really good grasp on magic." The succubus informed him as she whispered to him, she moved a bit closer almost touching him.
"Perhaps you could teach me." She whispered into his ear, her breath impacting against his scales.
"Do you know how to use your minds eye?" Dom asked her as he looked into her eyes.
"Its like opening up to your lover, however, instead of losing your mind that is the part you open." He whispered to her as he moved closer.
"Now close your eyes and I will help you reach your peak." He instructed her as he got really close to her.
"Don't worry I can't do anything to harm you and I want to pass this class, so we can move on." He reassured her as he got close enough to touch her.
"Will you trust me?" He asked as he opened his hand and waited for her to grab it. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,267 | 1,278 | 96 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko looked at her partner. The warm feeling that she got from him seemed to become stronger that her cheek became red. Dom asked her if she know how to open her minds eye. She shook her head meaning no and Dom continues. Moriko wanted to be honest since that would be better for it but she just can't really trust him. "I'm sorry but I don't." she said and broke the eye contact. "I will try it." Moriko left it with that. All her instincts were telling her: NO, don't do it, Don't trust him. Moriko took a deep breath and quickly grabbed his hand before she changed her mind. She looked back up to him. "I'm ready." she spoke when she closed her eyes and tried to relax a bit. This wasn't easy for her to do. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,268 | 1,278 | 97 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras picked his head up and blinked lazily a few times barely hearing the instructor. The most movement came when the succubus whispered right in his ear, causing him to turn his head without really realizing their closeness. His snout lightly slapped into her cheek but he didn't pull back, his slightly widened eyes looking back into hers. While still practically nuzzling into her cheek he muttered "u-uhm, yeah, I think I could, I-if you wanted" | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,269 | 1,278 | 98 | 164 | 343 | When Moriko grabbed his hand darkness took her over. She would be able to feel his hand but not see him or hear anything, save for his voice.
“Currently you are surrounded by a spell that will awaken your minds eye.” She could hear him whisper as if his voice would shatter the illusion.
“I have a knife in my other hand and am going to slice your forehead.” He explained as she could see a pinpoint in the darkness. It moved at strange angles, revealing that it was indeed a blade.
“Your minds eyes is most of the time located here.” He explained as he stabbed into the darkness just above her head.
“With it you can see in a 360. However, most only use it to see with their eyes.” Again he stabbed the darkness creating light in it.
“Your field of vision while the minds eyes is open is technically limitless. However, when people use it to see with their eyes it takes away a lot of your usual sight.” He said as he cut lines in her peripheral. He never actually cut into her head like he said he would. However she could see the stabs and it was something that technically didn't really exist.
“Oh and everything you see with your minds eye never leaves you. You will always see it. Like being in a dark room and having someone flash a light. That image will be with you forever.” He informed her as he gently stroked her cheek.
“Now open your eyes.” He instructed. If she did she could be able to see with her minds eye. However, she would see him as a twisted grotesque creature.
Her perky perfectly sized breasts were warm to Nybras as she cooed. She let out a small smile and bit her lip.
“Please teach me, oh Master.” She purred as she gently placed a delicate hand against his face. Slowly she backed up and looked at him like a starved student waiting to learn. Her body jiggled in all the right places and she was smiling. It looked different than the seductive nature you would expect from a Succubus in a way. She was really into learning from him and took it seriously. If he noticed he could tell that she was eager to learn but also could use the knowledge against him.
“Don't worry Master. If I fail to learn, you can always punish me!” She exclaimed, bouncing a little as if she wanted to take her time and learn the hard way. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,270 | 1,278 | 99 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko listens closely to what Dom said. She tried her best to calm her instincts and when they did she followed his instructions without making a error. At first she was scared when a blade appeared out of nowhere then the sound of Dom's voiced followed and Moriko calmed down. When it was over She was left with a little confusion as she opens eyes slowly. The light from the room was very bright for her eyes. While looking to the front of the room she held his hand a little tighter. Then she turned to Dom's direction. When Moriko saw him, her instincts returned immediately and in less then one second a green glowing arrow was pointing at where his neck was supposed to be. Moriko couldn't believe what she saw. The trust that Moriko had given to him disappeared. The arrow was now against his neck as Moriko tried her best to understand the situation. | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,271 | 1,278 | 100 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras almost nuzzled into her hand when she touched his face but he caught himself, though he didn't do anything to move her hand away either. He did well to remember that he was siting next to a succubus but she did seem to have at least some genuine interest in learning from him. He returned a smile "well, I suppose it will be nice to have a pupil" he gave a weak and slightly awkward chuckle at the mention of punishing her and then he remembered what they were supposed to be doing "um, for now we should get back to this" he looked to the paper "so we need both our eyes on this at once?" | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,272 | 1,278 | 101 | 164 | 343 | Dom watched Moriko as she calmed down. He let out a small smile as he looked at the piece of paper. He wanted to know if she would be able to use her minds eye in order to see it. His training methods were bazaar to say the least. He knew that most didn't understand how to activate it directly after being taught. It was something that usually had tp be practiced for hours to fully grasp. He let out a little chuckle and motioned to the parchment.
“He said that we would both need to open our minds eye at the same time and read the parchment?” Dom asked her not really listening to what was said in the “class.”
“If that is true then please lets get this over with.” He informed her as he pulled the parchment between them. He moved next to her like a young man needing help with his homework, and asking the person next to him for it. Just so happened to be a very pretty young girl and he was a demon.
When Nybras almost nuzzled into her hand she smiled and looked at him.
“It seems someone likes being pet...” She started but he shook out of it. He mentioned something about having a pupil and let out a weak and awkward chuckle after she mentioned being punished. When he got serious about teaching her… she also got serious. Like switching a light on and off. The change in her character was intense.
“From what he said we both need our minds eyes in order to see what the paper contains.” She explained as she looked at him. She started to pout her lower lip and her eyes became teary as she looked at him.
“I never learned how because they always made fun of me.” She explained as she looked at him and she was just about crying. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,273 | 1,278 | 102 | 2,594 | 1,887 | Moriko took a deep breath once she realized what she saw. The green glowing arrow disappeared into nowhere. She was getting calmer as the seconds passed. He took the paper and looked at it. It looked like he was getting more serious. Moriko thought back ad what Dom had learned her. It seemed much more simple to her now than before. Moriko looked over to Dom as he asked her the question about what was said earlier. "Yes, He has said that when he gave us the parchment." Moriko replayed with a smile back to him. With the paper in the middle, Moriko couldn't help but to think about what there may be written on it. She really didn't have a qlue. Dom wanted to finish it quickly, Moriko nodded to agree with him. "Let's try it then" | Name: Moriko Moonstone
Age: 16
Race: Beast man/ Neko
Job: scholar
Rank/Position in job: Archer, Hunter
Bloodline: assassin
Faction: ?
Alignment: neutral
Personality pros (strengths): nice to any one that she sees, Can see anything in a range of 20 meters, sniping.
Personality cons (weaknesses): doesn't trust someone easily, can't work to gether with others really well.
Element/magical powers: nature, doesn't use normal arrows but makes them with magic.
Equipment: light armour, long bow and a doll.
Bio: Dear headmaster, I would love to study at your school about the history of the two sides. I have heard lots of story's about how the side split from my family, but I want to know what really happened because my family has split over the two sides. I really don't know what to believe now. That's why I want to learn form you. |
47,274 | 1,278 | 103 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras was a bit surprised by her sudden teary outbreak and admission of being made fun off, what she was even mocked for spirits only know. He turned to the teary-eyed succubus and put his hands on her shoulders and smiled "well them I'll just teach you then right" he glanced at the paper quickly "hmm, I don't know if I could teach you in one class though, but there may be something we could try together right now if you're up for it" he smiled at her again. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,275 | 1,278 | 104 | 164 | 343 | He nodded to her as he held the paper in front of her and him. He moved closer and wrapped his arm around her so they could be really close. At least he tried, if she pulled away he would just smile at her. He looked at the scroll and then at her.
“So I suppose we could count down and open our minds eye on zero.” He explained to her as he looked and concentrated on the paper.
“Three.” He started.
“Two.” He continued.
“One.” He finished and opened his eye. He hoped that she understood how to open hers.
When he touched her shoulders on both sides, she pulled her shoulders closer together to show off some cleavage. Her hand moved up to her mouth as she smiled and giggled.
“You like touching my shoulders?” She asked with her mouth slightly opened as she moved closer to him.
“I would really like to learn from you master.” She purred as she got closer to him.
“It usually takes a few rounds for me to understand magic.” She mentioned as she moved against him and placed her hand on his chest.
“I'm up for trying anything right now.” She admitted as moved her finger around in circles on his chest. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,276 | 1,278 | 105 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras couldn't help but glance at her chest but his gaze quickly returned to her eyes when she drew in close. He did admittedly like touching her, of course he would she was a succubus, but still at least she was comfortable with intimacy "I-I'm going to help you open your eye, okay?" He brought one hand back and grabbed hers, holding it against his chest "just um, relax and focus on me alright?" He moved a bit closer as well, to the point that his snout was almost touching her nose, and stared straight into her eyes. His eyes started to glow lightly again. He was looking into her this time, reaching out to guide her into revealing and opening her own. If this worked they'd likely get brief glimpses into eachother before they could focus on the paper. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,277 | 1,278 | 106 | 164 | 343 | She smiled noticing where his gaze fell and felt in control of the situation. His words filled her with a thrill, more akin to someone hunting. However, that was quickly shattered when he took her hand.
She usually was one to play with her victim and she didn't quite expect him grabbing her hand. She wasn't used to someone brimming with confidence nor someone with a strong passion, let alone both. A genuine blush filled her skin as she sat awestruck by his gentle yet strong embrace.
He was truly kind and could see this as he got closer. He would have helped her even if they didn't know one another and were outside of this strange building...well, they didn't know one another but she felt connected to him like she did.
Either that or her third eye opened at that moment. She felt guided by him as she did so and peered into his true soul, the true him.
((What did she see?))
When Nybras peers into her he sees many female forms. The one that stands out the most is a little girl crying in the corner with horns on her head. A small tail wrapped around her as she sniffles trying to cry but the wells of water being empty. She doesn’t look like a full blooded demon but a Tiefling. Memories flood into his mind leading to her current form. A demon had taken her and trained her in the ways of being a succubus.
Each form from there becoming a little more corrupted as she begins to age. Confidence and an eye for betrayal. The older her forms get the less she trusts and more she uses lust to kill others and take what she wants. The demon that took her would reward her by not taking her to his room and keeping her from the other demons… she has never known freedom after being taken. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,278 | 1,278 | 107 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras was at least a bit more prepared for the intensity this time around. While he was getting a glance into her she, of course, got a brief glimpse into him as well. She could see the comfortable, if secluded, life he lived at the mage academy he'd come from. The shy lizard would always tuck himself away from most of the other students, burying himself in the search for more magical knowledge and power though as much as he dedicated himself to his pursuits the pangs of loneliness would still overtake him at times, he'd wonder why he was seeking with no one to share it with but he still never found the courage to seek out his peers.
Both their visions were cut off after not too long. Nybras found that either he, or her, or perhaps they had both pulling into an embrace, his arms were wrapped around her and his snout was nestled into her neck. When he managed to regain himself he pulled away "I...T-that, um, it's only temporary but it should help you...with your third eye, I mean" he fidgeted a bit nervously, looking between her and the paper. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,279 | 1,278 | 108 | 164 | 343 | She felt a warm almost burning sensation on her face. Nybras was like her, alone. The small difference was he never felt a connection with anyone. Everyone she ever felt a connection with betrayed her.
‘Does he feel one with me? A true connection?’ She thought, hoped. All of this was drown out by the fact she couldn't see! At first she started to panic and then her hand moved to her eyes.
Tears were falling… She had forgotten what they were and how they felt. She no longer cared about this test and pulled herself into him. Burying her face into his chest. She was a mess. All of the years of bad crap came flooding back and she let it all out.
After what seems like an hour, she finally stops crying. However she doesn't pull away immediately. She just sat and sniffled in his arms. He was first person she felt safe with.
A cough rang out has the teacher reappears, well he was always there.
“This is cute and all however the others were taken away.” He started with a small grin as he walked across the room.
“It seems that opening their mind's eyes to one another was too much. I was going to leave you alone for another hour or so but it didn't seem like the gentleman thing to do. Leaving a lady with a… “ He paused searching for the correct word.
“Male who may wish to court her in the future.” he finished with a small grin. He nodded at the piece of paper and then looked at them both.
She shifted in her seat and then nodded to him as she pulled away. She left her hand entwined with his as she looked at the piece of paper.
“On the count of three?” She asked him.
She would wait for him to help and reveal what was on the paper. There were three arcane symbols. One of an arrow, the next of a heart, and the last of a wall. These words were symbolic and meant something.
“Oh… that is interesting.” Said the child like man standing near them.
“Solve this riddle.” He stated as he moved away from them. She shook a little looking at the symbolic puzzle before them. Her mind's eye closed a few moments into looking at the parchment.
“I think this has something to do with the heart and possibly love?” She questioned as she looked at Nybras. Her hand gently squeezing his as she looked at their “teacher.” | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,280 | 1,278 | 109 | 2,788 | 1,592 | It took Nybras by surprise when she pulled herself back into their embrace, but nevertheless it was still with no hesitation that he wrapped his arms around her again and holding her for along as she was against him. Though when the teacher interrupted them and made his comment about courting he grew quite embarrassed and flustered, and he was again thankful that a blush doesn't show up to well on scales. He was still happy to keep his hand in hers when she pulled away. He nodded when she asked if he was ready and looked with her to find what was on the paper.
The three symbols they found were...remarkably ordinary, at least for what Nybras was expecting, and they didn't really seem like a riddle at all, a hint at something maybe. He couldn't really understand them on their own but maybe they were suppose to take other things into account, and when he thought to the young succubus he was next to it seemed like that idea made sense "I...I think you may be right" His eyes flicked between her and the paper, his hand gently squeezing hers back. | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,281 | 1,278 | 110 | 164 | 343 | Their teacher looked between the both of them. You listen to the answers and nodded slightly. When it was obvious that neither of them would figure out the actual answers Behind These riddles he rolled his eyes.
“Well, I suppose I wouldn't be much of a teacher if I didn't teach you.” he stated as he placed his hand on the paper. He started moving each of the symbols around. As he explained what each signified.
“The heart can be hurt when we foolishly love.” he started as he moved the arrow in the first slot, then the heart and lastly the wall.
“However if two truly love one another.“ Another pause as he moves the symbols around. This time the heart is first, then the wall, and lastly the arrow.
“Those who love will always be protected by their lover from and heart pain.” He finishes with a smile.
“The last one is lonely.” He starts as he moves the symbols around. In the first slot is the wall, next the heart and lastly the arrow.
“As you can see the walled off heart and the weapon keeping everyone away?” He asks and the arrows point is away from the heart.
In the distance a bell rings and an old man stands in the doorway.
“Come now boy you can't solve it for them.” The old man states as his slippered feet move across the room.
“Hungry?” He asks and in truth it has been eight hours since they entered this room.
“Excuse me then.” The young teacher bows and walks out of the room.
“I think that this test is over. I hope you both learned something.” He said as he moved out of the room, waiting in the doorway.
“Come now.” He suggested as he waited.
“Food, is this like a date?” The succubus whispered and wondered out loud and tired to keep it to herself.
She would wait for Nybras to move and hoped he would help her up. | Name: Aqutanama Raziel Elrich or Valathos Vykos
Age: Really old
Race: Elf Werewolf or Human Vampire
Job: Headmaster or Instructor
Bloodline: Paragon Vortex
Faction: His own
Alignment: Good bad evil and chaotic. |
47,282 | 1,278 | 111 | 2,788 | 1,592 | Nybras was just confused by the...lesson? not that he didn't understand it, more that he didn't get why this particular thing was the lesson. Still as a bell rung and another person appeared and call their teacher away he put it aside for now in favor of a lunch break, not having been aware of just how long they been at this. As he was still holding the succubus' hand he favored her with a light smile and asked "would you...like to eat together?" | Name:
Nybras Avvar
Age:
24
Race:
Lizan
Job:
Scholar
Rank/Position in job:
Librarian/Mage
Alignment: Neutral
Personality pros (strengths): Patient, Intelligent, caring
Personality cons (weaknesses): quiet, timid
Element/magical powers:
Nybras is well versed in several schools of magic, from using destructive magics such as fire or lightning, conjuring, to casting healing spells or wards, as well as enchanting items.
Equipment:
-various scrolls and spellbooks
-set of robes
Bio: Revealed RP |
47,283 | 1,279 | 0 | 1,787 | 2,152 | A day after their exile, the group finds themselves trodding further and further away from their old homes. Family, friends, rivals, everything was left behind and nothing but the equipment in their hands and the clothes on their backs were taken with them. None the less the group walked on. What else was there to do? The gods themselves had seen fit to let this group be exiled. And it was up to them to earn back the right to Valhalla.
“It's a test.”Audrunar spoke with a soft voice, moreso to himself than anyone else, but something in his voice sounded like he meant for them to hear. He looked up from his feet and spoke again. “It has to be a test. We have done nothing wrong. Odin must be testing us. For Valhalla, you see?” Audrunar tried to talk sense into the jarl's decision, but it was a god forsaken task. It was clear that even Audrunar didn't believe what he was saying. And if the fact that they were exiled wasn't enough, they were also lost. Someone in the group had said that they should travel west, inlands, to get away from the coast where bad men lurked and roamed. The decision was quickly made, in the midst of the hectical experience of being exiled. Nobody had thought of a place to go, nobody had cared enough to set out a destination.
Not that it mattered where they went, a group of exiles was easy to spot. The fact that they carried little more than some rag-tag items, and a smithee and his wife carrying some tonnes of equipment, that all said enough. These people were not just travellers, they were pisspoor and looked the part, too. Audrunar looked in front of him, watching the entire group. What were these people? What was the great plan Odin had made for them? And why them? Audrunar shook his head, annoyed at the headache he was giving himself. “Just keep walking,” Once again, he spoke to himself, having no former friends in the group to speak to. “... just keep walking. That's all there is.”
His boots stepped through the muddy deer-trail that they were following. It was very silent in the group, and only the occasional crow cawwing broke this silence. It reminded Audrunar of the very first battle he had with this warband. After the fight, they were picking the spoils of battle, and often had to shoo away the crows, picking at the bodies, picking at the dead men their eyeballs, fingers and what else.. yet somehow, the circling of these crows over the battlefield had a nice touch to it - it was almost calming to see that at long last the battle had died down, to hear the crows cawwing and flying, waiting for the warriors to claim their spoils. But it was clear there had been no battle here, and that these crows were just mocking the group travelling. But then, the silence was broken once more. Not by a crow, but by the sound of water running slowly, clashing against the soil.
Audrunar let out a sigh. The water meant that it was time for them to set up camp for the night, to eat and drink together and sit at a fire - something he and the others desperately needed and wanted. However, there was tension in the air and everyone could feel it, smell it.. almost taste it. There were a few decisions that had to be made, and none of them really wanted to discuss it. Never the less.. in order to survive, it was necessary. And Audrunar was certain one of them would step up and try to become the leader of the group, as was expected.
The group came to a stop and looked at eachother, Audrunar being the last in line to arrive. He looked around at the group and sighed. How would they ever survive? This was a question probably entering the heads of the entire group now, something undeniably demoralizing. Audrunar sat down in the grass near the edge of the water and looked out over it, trying to see if there was any activity on the other shoreline of the river. Atleast, as far as he could see, as the reeds blocked his view mostly. However nothing caught his eye. “I don't see anyone there. I think we should be fine. What's next? Anyone got any suggestions?” The question was aimed at the group in general.. what would they do next? | Full Name: Erika Maritsdottir.
Sex: Female.
Age: 19.
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Appearance: Erika’s not a large girl, but she seems to be done growing standing at about 5’5”. Her build is slim, with wiry muscling throughout, a result of a light diet mixed with the physical labors that she prefers. She has narrow hips and a relatively small chest, a flat stomach, and roughly equal proportions for her upper and lower body. Her skin is pale as any northerner’s, and bears a minimal amount of scarring or notable markings.
Facial Features: She has a fairly comely face, with soft features that stopped appearing childlike several years ago, to her relief. Her eyes are hazel and not very large, her nose small and not protruding overly far from her face, with thin, salmon-colored lips. Her hair is a very dark brown and kept at about shoulder length, with a slight curl to it especially when damp, which is quite common. She almost always leaves it loose.
Clothing/Armor: Erika’s never been fond of dresses, and prefers furs and leathers instead. She doesn’t encumber herself more than she needs to, but will certainly wear enough to stay warm, typically leather leggings and fur boots, a hide tunic under a fur shawl with a hood, and leather bracers. She makes all of her own clothing, and owns no pieces of armor.
Weapons/Equipment: As a self-made hunter, Erika owns a medium-sized recurve bow for hunting game and a moderate store of arrows, though she is very cautious with these now that the means for producing more are not as readily available. She owns two knives, one for skinning animals and another, slightly larger one for self-defense. She also has a hatchet and a larger wood-cutting axe. None of them are ideal weapons of war, but they’re not useless, either.
(Looked a while for an image, but couldn’t find one I liked. I may add one later if I find something that mostly fits this description.)
Personality: Erika’s largely an introvert as a result of being more or less a social misfit, but that certainly doesn’t mean she’s shy. She’s quite comfortable on her own, speaking to few people for days at a time, but if she needs or wants something from someone, she’s not afraid to force an issue.
Restless is probably the best word to describe her. She understands the way her society works, but that doesn’t mean she has to like it, and it doesn’t mean she has to submit to it every step of the way. This endears her to some people and alienates her from others, and Erika’s fine with that, content to let people think what they will. She’s brave, willful, sometimes rash, self-sufficient, and typically friendly, so long as she’s being treated as a friend. Erika doesn’t have an excess of pride, either. She won’t be anyone’s slave, but she’s able to recognize when something needs to get done, and she’s willing to do it if need be.
History: Erika was never a very good Viking girl.
She doesn’t even have a father, for one. Well she does, somewhere in the world, but she’s never met him, and wouldn’t recognize him if she did. Erika came about as a result of rape when her mother Marit’s village was burned by a strong warband. Marit was spared, however, and for a time wandered with other survivors until she was taken in by another village. Marit was not taken as a wife by any of the men of the village, and was left to raise Erika alone, among the poorest and lowest in the village, but alive.
Erika did a poor job of fitting into her role even as a child, gravitating more towards the activities of young boys, and developed a bit of a troublemaker’s reputation. Despite her mother’s efforts and those of concerned members of the village, her attitude could not be adjusted, though eventually as she matured Erika came to have a slightly more well-rounded view on her place in the village, especially when she was expected to begin contributing. When she was able, however, she took up hunting, and spent many days apart from the village with some of the boys, learning how to shoot, make snares, and other skills associated with hunting.
She was expected to marry at some point, around when she was fifteen, but her traits were typically considered undesirable, both her physical prospects for child-bearing, and her stance towards her position in the village. Erika was fine with being overlooked, and instead began to desire accompanying a warband on a raid, given her steadily improving archery and formidable bravery. When she was nineteen, she got her wish, but it didn’t turn out quite like she’d planned. Being near the rear of the group, she wasn’t aware of what exactly went wrong, but the raid was a disastrous failure, and Erika was exiled along with several others as a result.
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Combat Skills: She’s a pretty good shot with a bow, which is by far her best approach to combat. Her sneaking is pretty good given her experience as a hunter, and she could probably kill a man with her knife if she could get the jump on him, but she’ll rarely be able to overpower anyone, and her lack of armor makes it a bad idea for Erika to be near the most dangerous fighting. She's also never killed anyone, so her ability to kill someone might not guarantee that she could actually go through with it.
Other Skills: Hunting, trapping, tracking, sneaking, some thievery (no pickpocketing, just a tendency to quietly snatch up things that are lying around), fletching, cooking, cleaning, sewing and stitching, minor medical skills (she knows how to clean and stitch cuts and minor gashes), navigational skills, climbing. She has a pretty good singing voice, but doesn’t use it when other people are around. |
47,284 | 1,279 | 1 | 307 | 2,333 | Erika had never really been one to think the gods had ever been on her side, if indeed they took sides at all. This was just another thing to add onto the end of a long list of misfortunes, and punishments for being who she was, where she was. She wasn’t bothered by the mocking of crows, or the mocking of men. The decision to cast her into exile didn’t make her feel a great deal of shame, because she didn’t feel she’d ever really been one of them to begin with, and didn’t want to be one of them. In fact, exile with a small group such as this presented certain opportunities along with its hardships. She’d always preferred her time away from the village. Now she had all the time in the world. At least for as long as she could stay alive, of course.
She walked in silence, ignoring how tired her legs were. Walking was basically all they’d done recently. They had to walk back to the village, which had been exhausting in of itself, and when they arrived, they immediately had to turn around and walk back out. Their supplies were already low, and for the most part, the only things they were able to carry with them was what they had already taken on the raid. Trying to shrug her pack into a more comfortable position on her back, she noticed Audrunar mumbling to himself about tests, Odin and Valhalla.
“Try not to think too hard about it, Aud,” she said, with a bit of a small smile. “We’re still alive. We’ll still be alive tomorrow. Probably.” She shrugged. She did not know Audrunar all that well, but the two were only a year apart in age, and their village hadn’t been that big. She thought of him like she thought of most of the boys: she envied him.
With water came the time to set up camp, and while no one wanted to move much further, no doubt, there wasn’t much food to go around, and there were more than a few of them with already grumbling bellies. Erika was more than willing to make herself useful, especially if she was going to be applying her preferred skill.
“Saw plenty of deer tracks on the way here. I’m going to go hunt, while there’s still daylight,” she said, dropping her pack and stringing her recurve. She preferred to travel light when hunting. She counted ten arrows still left in her quiver. A couple had been lost in the raid, but honestly she’d had little time to shoot them before they needed to flee. Buckling on a leather belt with her knives sheathed to it, she grabbed her hatchet and hooked it at her hip as well.
She turned and headed off back the way they came, not bothering asking for a partner, though she wouldn’t try to stop anyone if they wanted to come along. Erika didn’t really care to be around if the matter of leadership came to discussion. It obviously wouldn’t be her that would be chosen to lead, and she doubted her opinion mattered all that much to them. If their little hierarchy came to be based on strength, it surely wouldn’t be her that came out ahead. | Full name: Faen, The Lokison
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Faen stands slightly taller than most viking men, most of his height being in his long legs. He has a slight build, though is covered in lean muscle. His pale body has a smattering of scars and marks, some being earned in the training yard but most being 'gifts' from his father, the beatings one of the few constants in their relationship. His fingers are long and delicate, more suited to holding a pen than a sword and shield. His hair is long and thick, its colour a dark flame red, Faen being rather proud of its uniqueness.
Clothing or armour: Instead of the armour he merely wears a shirt and tunic, both so old that while they were once blue they have long since faded grey. Over that he usually wears a wool and leather great coat, several sizes to large for his frame. Other than his trews and his boots he has very little in the way of clothing. His only concession to his wealthy upbringing is a silver studded ornate knife belt.
Facial features: His left eye is a dark forrest green, his right a deep blue. He has a strong jawline and chin, and a aquiline nose that appears to have been broken in the past. Has grown a beard during the trek home. It has been noted that he is an extraordinarily handsome young man, possessing the kind of fine facial structure that wouldn't look out of place on an ancient Roman statue. He brushes his teeth with salt water whenever he gets a chance, giving him a fine smile that he uses as both a tool and a weapon. Nothing disarms a man better than a well timed smile.
Weapons and equipment: Has his knife and a seax.
Personality: Faen is intelligent, cunning and thoughtful, just about everything his 'father' didn't want in a son. He isn't lacking in bravery or honour, but his idea of these things are incredibly flexible. His harsh upbringing has made him cynical, though he would describe himself as a realist. He also has a somewhat cutting and sarcastic sense of humour, using a dark wit to deal with tense situations.
He has a reputation as a coward, as he isn't one who enjoys a fight, but this bothers him little. Anyone who enjoys a fight is a fool to his mind. For his part he is scathing of the typical viking warrior, the brutes with more muscles than brains.
He longs for a friend, trustee or confidante though. His upbringing left little room for companionship, his relationship with his father was unorthodox at best and his adulthood has been marked by people either hating or fearing him. He feels he would be a loyal friend to whomever gives him a chance, but has never had the chance to show that.
History: Faen was the first born son to the chief of the village, his mother dying in childbirth. He grew up in a cold household, his father being distant and hostile to him. The truth was a long time coming, but Faen eventually discovered why his father loathed him so. Nine months before he was born his father had been riding in the far reaches of his land, gone for the night, when a stranger walked into his home asking for travellers rights. The stranger was a flame-haired vagabond, with a silken tongue and razor wit, and word is he seduced Faen's mother. The stranger vanished the next morning, seconds before the chief returned. Rumours abounded that the vagabond was the God Loki, causing mischief as is his want.
The chief would have had Faen killed when his hair changed from baby blonde to the fiery red, as it didn't match his own, if it hadn't been for the fact that the babe had the chief's unique eyes, one blue and one green. This small detail gave the chief cause for concern, just enough for him to spare the child’s life. He raised the boy in his hall, but barely acknowledged him as his own son, instead treating him with a cold disdain, especially after it became apparent that the lad would never be a warrior. Faen spent most of his time with the wise men and shaman of the village, or with the travelling merchants that visited, bringing news and tales of far off places. His appetite for knowledge was voracious, and it soon became apparent that if he was the indeed the 'Lokison', as the rumours went, then he had inherited his fathers keen intelligence and propensity for trickery.
Recently his father has remarried, his new wife bearing him another son. He no longer needs Faen as an heir, so he has sent the Lokison on his first, incredibly ill fated raid. During the disastrous events that led to he and his companions being exiled Faen witnessed the All-Father lay his curse upon the war-party, but Odin spared Faen, saying that he was family, and that he was fated for greater and far more terrible things. Whatever those things are Faen doesn't know, but this destiny weighs heavy on him now.
Combat skills: Almost non-existent. Despite being brought up in the long hall of the chief, and hours upon hours being put into his training, Faen has never been able to say he's a fighter. He has a savage cunning though, and is ruthless and realistic enough to now that when your chance comes you have to take it.
Other skills: Faen lacks the skills and traits usually associated with a viking, instead viewing himself as more of an intellectual. He has learnt at the feet of the wise men of the tribe, hungry for knowledge, so he has skill with a wide variety of subjects including but not limited to religion, law, husbandry, herbology and medicine. He can read and write the runes of his own people and those of the British, as well as a little Latin, displaying a talent for languages. His true interest lies in people though, in their behaviours and actions. He has developed some skill in being able to read people, and using this information to manipulate them. Though not the most physical of sorts he does show some promise as a runner, possessing both a terrific sprinting speed and impressive stamina.
He has learnt to walk quietly, and excellent trait in a thief, and an especially handy one for an ill-favoured son. His lithe fingers are well suited to pilfering things from other peoples pockets, a skill he has developed in quiet, picking pockets becoming a game of sorts to him.
His greatest skill is his speech craft though, as he truly possess a silver tongue. Lying comes as natural as breathing to him, given enough time he would damn near be capable of convincing a man the sky is green.
He thinks his way through problems, cares little for personal honour, would quite happily live the rest of his life without ever holding a sword. In short he's a terrible Viking. |
47,285 | 1,279 | 2 | 1,787 | 2,152 | Jonrik
The rolling hills of continuous foliage were still green, and for that Jonrik was thankful. If he had to be travelling aimlessly with a vagabond group of men just as inexperienced as he was, he would want to do it in nice weather. He let a long sigh out from his nose, looking up at the sky and relentless sun without comment. The most talkative member of their group had been rambling under his breath and Jonrik paid him no mind at first. He was too busy thinking about the failure of their raid and the inevitability of his and his pretty wife's death to worry about the other man's religious concerns. He didn't ignore Audrunar, he merely kept silent. He looked back at Alva, walking closely behind him but as to not hamper his movement, and she smiled encouragingly at him. He gave her a slight nod, internally relieved she was not yet seeming to tire. Alva was a sort of rock to Jonrik; in this unpredictable sojourn to places unknown she was surprising supportive and pleasant. She looked tired and dirty, but not beaten, and could go for as long as Jonrik kept moving.
The longer they traveled, the more Jonrik thought of his patriotic failure, and a grimace would flit across his features during their daily jaunts in periods of prolonged silence. Jonrik had been a proud man; he had a well-off business, a pretty wife that would no doubt soon bring him sons, and finally a position to defend that pride. But he had squandered it with his failure, and now his already small ego felt deflated.
Jonrik's strides were strong and evenly spaced, showing no sign of weariness in front of his young bride and male companions. His arms were taut but not stiff, holding one of his hunting spears at his hip. His ax, made more for cutting woods than limbs, was strung on a loop on his belt, hanging down to his knee and movingly somewhat naturally with his leg. That only came after many readjustments from both himself and discreetly Alva the day before.
As the group approached a small glade at the edge of a river the song of rushing water was a welcomed sound. Jonrik too scanned the opposite side for any sign of danger but found nothing more than Audrunar. After a moment of squinting at the horizon, Jonrik reached to the nape of his neck and loosed the tie holding his hair, and then dipped forward and submerged his head until the water met his brow. He straightened and brushed the water through his hair. As Erika and Faen left to hunt, separately which Jonrik found a little foolish but didn't say anything, Jonrik saw Alva rummaging through their pack and scowling. After a moment, he went to her. She looked up respectfully as he approached. "What's troubling you?"
"Well," she said loudly enough for both him and the others to hear, and shot a short glance at Audrunar, "What we need right now, if Erika and Faen are trying to hunt, is fire, but we do not have a firestone in our pack."
Jonrik scowled and stood. "Well, regardless of how we start the fire we need wood." He looked from their position off from the river on their side to where the area became more wooded, mirroring the opposite side of the river. "I will go back and collect what I can." Jonrik addressed the group as a whole, not Alva, as he said this, and, assuming no one would object, Jonrik went to do just that, a hand resting on the head of his ax.
Alva
The monotony of the sun beating down atop Jonrik's dark hair was beginning to annoy him. He was not an irritable man, which, in the group's situation was probably a nice benefit, but that was not to say he was perpetually congenial. The stiffness in his shoulders that Alva saw because of the heat's agitation was doubtless beginning to form knots that she would have to rub out later. She noted this, but then put it out of her mind. It was a worry and responsibility for when they stopped for the night. Besides that, she herself had a few knots affecting her comfort from their supplies, but she had the womanly grace to not show it. As the submissive gender, and the one that was considered to do less working, a whining girl was an ungrateful nuisance. Thankfully, their group had no such characters to deal with. Women like that aggravated Alva as much as her male superiors. She did shift the two packs on her back in response, though.
Alva's personal pack, the smaller of the two, was a sack with a few pockets made of a single worked and processed elk hide with dried sinew draw ties at the circular top. A flap was sewn just beyond to cover the drawstring opening. The pockets, large enough to actually be considered pouches, were sewn on with more dried sinew. Inside were basic living supplies that most people planning on raiding for a few days with think to carry with them: an extra pair of clothes (one entire set for both Alva and Jonrik, but nothing more), a small amount of leftover rations (dried meat and prepared traveling cakes of cooked and baked fats, oats, and fruits), and a few random tools of Alva's womanly duties (specifically a few sewing needles in a small cylindrical container along with a thimble and awl, a small amount of sinew for sewing, a few small scraps of leather, a metal cooking pot, and a pouch with white willow bark). The pack was light and rested near her shoulders, on top of their heavier tools pack. The tool pack, another pack made of leather, was dyed black and shaped with a cubic back-frame. The end result was a black box with a strong bottom that closed with a top flap sewn to one side. The sides of the top tied closed at the sides. The pack, which did not extend much past Alva's lithe frame, was slightly sagged down with its contents' weight. The pack contained a single pair of tongs and pliers, a worn pair of leather gloves, two hammers with large and small heads, a few chunks of pre-smelted ore, and leather cut into strips. Above those tools were a broken down wooden frame for Alva's work and a few large wooden bowls darkly stained, as well as a few metal scrapers for treating hides. If they had left on a trade trip, Alva would have brought along the right fats for curing and waterproofing, but alas she did not anticipate this turn of events.
When the sound of running water started to drift lazily along to the group's ears Alva had to suppress a sigh of contentment. She was not used to traveling and her whole body, shoulders to feet, ached. When Alva stopped, she released her burden to the ground. "I don't see anyone there. I think we should be fine. What's next? Anyone got any suggestions?" A man's voice was a sort of attention queue for Alva and so she paid heed to the sound of Ardrunar's query. Thinking the answer to his rhetorical question was fire, Alva knelt next to her pack and began to rifle through it, moving the larger items out of the way and groping at masses of clothes to see if they contained any hidden items.
"Saw plenty of deer tracks on the way here. I’m going to go hunt, while there’s still daylight, Alva frowned after a moment, thinking back to when she had packed that bag. Had she forgotten the flint, or had she lost it?
"If you get a fire ready Erika and I shall delve the earth and seas for such a banquet to make those feasting in Valhalla green with envy!" Regardless of the explanation of the flint's non-existence, she had no flint to her name.
"What's troubling you?" Alva came to rapt attention at Jonrik's voice, looking up at his face (though not necessarily his eyes). He stood over her crouched form and peered down through a few rebellious tresses of damp hair.
"Well," she started a bit hesitantly, figuring that it was her fault they had no flint, "What we need right now, if Erika and Faen are trying to hunt, is fire, but we do not have a firestone in our pack." Alva looked up at the stragglers of their group as Jonrik departed with a few words. Alva stood and began to collect stones for a fire pit, asking the remaining members of their group, "Does anyone else have a firestone?" | Full Name: Erika Maritsdottir.
Sex: Female.
Age: 19.
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Appearance: Erika’s not a large girl, but she seems to be done growing standing at about 5’5”. Her build is slim, with wiry muscling throughout, a result of a light diet mixed with the physical labors that she prefers. She has narrow hips and a relatively small chest, a flat stomach, and roughly equal proportions for her upper and lower body. Her skin is pale as any northerner’s, and bears a minimal amount of scarring or notable markings.
Facial Features: She has a fairly comely face, with soft features that stopped appearing childlike several years ago, to her relief. Her eyes are hazel and not very large, her nose small and not protruding overly far from her face, with thin, salmon-colored lips. Her hair is a very dark brown and kept at about shoulder length, with a slight curl to it especially when damp, which is quite common. She almost always leaves it loose.
Clothing/Armor: Erika’s never been fond of dresses, and prefers furs and leathers instead. She doesn’t encumber herself more than she needs to, but will certainly wear enough to stay warm, typically leather leggings and fur boots, a hide tunic under a fur shawl with a hood, and leather bracers. She makes all of her own clothing, and owns no pieces of armor.
Weapons/Equipment: As a self-made hunter, Erika owns a medium-sized recurve bow for hunting game and a moderate store of arrows, though she is very cautious with these now that the means for producing more are not as readily available. She owns two knives, one for skinning animals and another, slightly larger one for self-defense. She also has a hatchet and a larger wood-cutting axe. None of them are ideal weapons of war, but they’re not useless, either.
(Looked a while for an image, but couldn’t find one I liked. I may add one later if I find something that mostly fits this description.)
Personality: Erika’s largely an introvert as a result of being more or less a social misfit, but that certainly doesn’t mean she’s shy. She’s quite comfortable on her own, speaking to few people for days at a time, but if she needs or wants something from someone, she’s not afraid to force an issue.
Restless is probably the best word to describe her. She understands the way her society works, but that doesn’t mean she has to like it, and it doesn’t mean she has to submit to it every step of the way. This endears her to some people and alienates her from others, and Erika’s fine with that, content to let people think what they will. She’s brave, willful, sometimes rash, self-sufficient, and typically friendly, so long as she’s being treated as a friend. Erika doesn’t have an excess of pride, either. She won’t be anyone’s slave, but she’s able to recognize when something needs to get done, and she’s willing to do it if need be.
History: Erika was never a very good Viking girl.
She doesn’t even have a father, for one. Well she does, somewhere in the world, but she’s never met him, and wouldn’t recognize him if she did. Erika came about as a result of rape when her mother Marit’s village was burned by a strong warband. Marit was spared, however, and for a time wandered with other survivors until she was taken in by another village. Marit was not taken as a wife by any of the men of the village, and was left to raise Erika alone, among the poorest and lowest in the village, but alive.
Erika did a poor job of fitting into her role even as a child, gravitating more towards the activities of young boys, and developed a bit of a troublemaker’s reputation. Despite her mother’s efforts and those of concerned members of the village, her attitude could not be adjusted, though eventually as she matured Erika came to have a slightly more well-rounded view on her place in the village, especially when she was expected to begin contributing. When she was able, however, she took up hunting, and spent many days apart from the village with some of the boys, learning how to shoot, make snares, and other skills associated with hunting.
She was expected to marry at some point, around when she was fifteen, but her traits were typically considered undesirable, both her physical prospects for child-bearing, and her stance towards her position in the village. Erika was fine with being overlooked, and instead began to desire accompanying a warband on a raid, given her steadily improving archery and formidable bravery. When she was nineteen, she got her wish, but it didn’t turn out quite like she’d planned. Being near the rear of the group, she wasn’t aware of what exactly went wrong, but the raid was a disastrous failure, and Erika was exiled along with several others as a result.
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Combat Skills: She’s a pretty good shot with a bow, which is by far her best approach to combat. Her sneaking is pretty good given her experience as a hunter, and she could probably kill a man with her knife if she could get the jump on him, but she’ll rarely be able to overpower anyone, and her lack of armor makes it a bad idea for Erika to be near the most dangerous fighting. She's also never killed anyone, so her ability to kill someone might not guarantee that she could actually go through with it.
Other Skills: Hunting, trapping, tracking, sneaking, some thievery (no pickpocketing, just a tendency to quietly snatch up things that are lying around), fletching, cooking, cleaning, sewing and stitching, minor medical skills (she knows how to clean and stitch cuts and minor gashes), navigational skills, climbing. She has a pretty good singing voice, but doesn’t use it when other people are around. |
47,286 | 1,279 | 3 | 307 | 2,333 | Tickling fish was an art, not a science, and like most art it took time, patience and repetition to truly call yourself a master. Faen had devoted none of the above to tickling, but he made up for it with his deft hands, a good eye, and a truly inspiring case of beginners luck. He found an underwater ledge in the shallows easily enough, a likely place for a trout to rest on it's journey up stream he figured. As usual he was correct, spotting a tail fin swishing in the water. With infinite care and a glacial lack of speed he crouched into the river, passed his hand with fingers turned up under the ledge, until he was touching the trout's tail. Then, as the merchant had taught him, he began to tickle the creature lightly with just his forefinger.
The fish never swam away in a panic, as you might think it should. Instead it fell into a stupefied like trance, heedless to the peril it was in, allowing the Lokison to slowly trace his finger the length of the creatures belly. Stupid beast, surrendering it's fate for a belly rub. Oblivious to the doom that awaits it, simply because a higher being offers it a modicum of attention. Gods, it's almost like looking into a mirror.
It was a disturbing thought, realising he was just like that fish. Odin had appeared to him, speaking in riddles, and now here he was, wandering aimlessly with a ragtag group of other exiles, scratching out an existence one second to the next, no thought to his own future save that which the All-Father had placed in his head. It irked him to say the very least, to have his much vaunted intelligence and cunning reduced to dust in the face of a God. Hel, he hadn't even really believed in the God's before this, believing the red-haired man who slept with his mother and caused him so much pain being no more than an ill-timed philanderer. Now he wasn't sure of what was true and what was myth, if he was master of his own fate or merely a plaything for bored Æsir, a galling experience for a man who coveted both knowledge and freedom.
His hand had worked it's way to the fishes head now, just under the gills. The trout's time was coming to an end, Faen grasping it tightly and pulling it from the water. The creature tried to struggle free from his grip, but it was far, far too late for that now. The Lokison threw the beast to the bank, were it flip-flopped pathetically. A sharp strike with the butt of his knife stunned the fish, ready for the gutting. A rather inglorious end, all things told. And there, our similarities will end, Trout. I refuse to meet my end at the whims of some other being, higher or otherwise.
There, hands covered in the guts and excrement of a dead fish on its way to the cook fire, Faen resolved to be master of his own fate. He had let others decide his path for too long, but now, at the onset of exile he made himself a promise that no longer would he be a plaything or a puppet for others. Maybe this life was game for higher beings to enjoy, but he was damned if he was going to play by their rules. All he needed was a plan. . .
To start he would need allies. Hardly going to become a force to be reckoned with by man and God alike on his own, and it made sense to start with those wretched creatures most like him, those with nothing to lose, his brothers and sisters in exile. He would have to level his considerable charm at his new compatriots, to convince them to rally to his cause. It would have to be a slow process though, as slow as and inexorable as a coming winter, to worm his way slowly into their trust and confidence. Nothing anyone hated more than a pushy stranger, especially one rumoured to be son of the God of lies.
Arudunar had been shooting him harsh glances all day, making Faen might think if that ship hadn't already set sail then the passengers were probably starting to board. Erika might be an easier nut to crack, but as he had little dealings with her he was still unsure of what her responses would be to him. No, there is an easier path, one that can kill two birds with one stone. He carried his fish, freshly gutted and cleaned, across to Alva, once more whistling a merry tune, this time to gain the blacksmiths wife's attention.
“May I borrow the flint, m'lady? I can feel the promised warmth of a fire and cooked meal calling to me, and I fear we best get it started now if we want the flames to take before the rain sets in.” He gestured to the gathering storm clouds, using the fish as a pointer, a slight grin playing upon his face. | Full name: Faen, The Lokison
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Faen stands slightly taller than most viking men, most of his height being in his long legs. He has a slight build, though is covered in lean muscle. His pale body has a smattering of scars and marks, some being earned in the training yard but most being 'gifts' from his father, the beatings one of the few constants in their relationship. His fingers are long and delicate, more suited to holding a pen than a sword and shield. His hair is long and thick, its colour a dark flame red, Faen being rather proud of its uniqueness.
Clothing or armour: Instead of the armour he merely wears a shirt and tunic, both so old that while they were once blue they have long since faded grey. Over that he usually wears a wool and leather great coat, several sizes to large for his frame. Other than his trews and his boots he has very little in the way of clothing. His only concession to his wealthy upbringing is a silver studded ornate knife belt.
Facial features: His left eye is a dark forrest green, his right a deep blue. He has a strong jawline and chin, and a aquiline nose that appears to have been broken in the past. Has grown a beard during the trek home. It has been noted that he is an extraordinarily handsome young man, possessing the kind of fine facial structure that wouldn't look out of place on an ancient Roman statue. He brushes his teeth with salt water whenever he gets a chance, giving him a fine smile that he uses as both a tool and a weapon. Nothing disarms a man better than a well timed smile.
Weapons and equipment: Has his knife and a seax.
Personality: Faen is intelligent, cunning and thoughtful, just about everything his 'father' didn't want in a son. He isn't lacking in bravery or honour, but his idea of these things are incredibly flexible. His harsh upbringing has made him cynical, though he would describe himself as a realist. He also has a somewhat cutting and sarcastic sense of humour, using a dark wit to deal with tense situations.
He has a reputation as a coward, as he isn't one who enjoys a fight, but this bothers him little. Anyone who enjoys a fight is a fool to his mind. For his part he is scathing of the typical viking warrior, the brutes with more muscles than brains.
He longs for a friend, trustee or confidante though. His upbringing left little room for companionship, his relationship with his father was unorthodox at best and his adulthood has been marked by people either hating or fearing him. He feels he would be a loyal friend to whomever gives him a chance, but has never had the chance to show that.
History: Faen was the first born son to the chief of the village, his mother dying in childbirth. He grew up in a cold household, his father being distant and hostile to him. The truth was a long time coming, but Faen eventually discovered why his father loathed him so. Nine months before he was born his father had been riding in the far reaches of his land, gone for the night, when a stranger walked into his home asking for travellers rights. The stranger was a flame-haired vagabond, with a silken tongue and razor wit, and word is he seduced Faen's mother. The stranger vanished the next morning, seconds before the chief returned. Rumours abounded that the vagabond was the God Loki, causing mischief as is his want.
The chief would have had Faen killed when his hair changed from baby blonde to the fiery red, as it didn't match his own, if it hadn't been for the fact that the babe had the chief's unique eyes, one blue and one green. This small detail gave the chief cause for concern, just enough for him to spare the child’s life. He raised the boy in his hall, but barely acknowledged him as his own son, instead treating him with a cold disdain, especially after it became apparent that the lad would never be a warrior. Faen spent most of his time with the wise men and shaman of the village, or with the travelling merchants that visited, bringing news and tales of far off places. His appetite for knowledge was voracious, and it soon became apparent that if he was the indeed the 'Lokison', as the rumours went, then he had inherited his fathers keen intelligence and propensity for trickery.
Recently his father has remarried, his new wife bearing him another son. He no longer needs Faen as an heir, so he has sent the Lokison on his first, incredibly ill fated raid. During the disastrous events that led to he and his companions being exiled Faen witnessed the All-Father lay his curse upon the war-party, but Odin spared Faen, saying that he was family, and that he was fated for greater and far more terrible things. Whatever those things are Faen doesn't know, but this destiny weighs heavy on him now.
Combat skills: Almost non-existent. Despite being brought up in the long hall of the chief, and hours upon hours being put into his training, Faen has never been able to say he's a fighter. He has a savage cunning though, and is ruthless and realistic enough to now that when your chance comes you have to take it.
Other skills: Faen lacks the skills and traits usually associated with a viking, instead viewing himself as more of an intellectual. He has learnt at the feet of the wise men of the tribe, hungry for knowledge, so he has skill with a wide variety of subjects including but not limited to religion, law, husbandry, herbology and medicine. He can read and write the runes of his own people and those of the British, as well as a little Latin, displaying a talent for languages. His true interest lies in people though, in their behaviours and actions. He has developed some skill in being able to read people, and using this information to manipulate them. Though not the most physical of sorts he does show some promise as a runner, possessing both a terrific sprinting speed and impressive stamina.
He has learnt to walk quietly, and excellent trait in a thief, and an especially handy one for an ill-favoured son. His lithe fingers are well suited to pilfering things from other peoples pockets, a skill he has developed in quiet, picking pockets becoming a game of sorts to him.
His greatest skill is his speech craft though, as he truly possess a silver tongue. Lying comes as natural as breathing to him, given enough time he would damn near be capable of convincing a man the sky is green.
He thinks his way through problems, cares little for personal honour, would quite happily live the rest of his life without ever holding a sword. In short he's a terrible Viking. |
47,287 | 1,279 | 4 | 1,787 | 2,152 | Erika took slow, controlled breaths through her nose as the rain began to patter down against the leaves around her. She crouched low while she moved forward, an arrow already nocked to her bow. She wasn’t very impressive in terms of her physique, but there was a kind of deliberateness and accuracy to her movements that implied that she had excellent control over herself. Never in her life had Erika been a clumsy girl.
The young buck she was stalking wasn’t overly large, but Erika actually approved of that. She was going to have to carry him back on her own, after all, and she didn’t want to risk a strong one running off with one of her arrows stuck in him. She needed every one she had left, at least until they could make more. Jonrik probably wouldn’t be making any more arrowheads for her until they found a better place to set up camp and stay put for a while.
When her prey stopped, so did she, standing still behind a tree wide enough to hide from sight the majority of her thin frame. A low rumble of thunder echoed around in the distance, but neither hunter nor hunted paid it any mind. Erika pushed a lock of damp hair from her face, setting up her shot, quietly lining up the arrow and drawing back the string, her breathing slow and calm. The buck was facing away from her, and she patiently waited while he grazed and sniffed about. Her arm was well trained to this by now, and she held her aim steady.
At last he grew tired of his spot, and turned to walk away, exposing Erika’s target. She took a moment to adjust her aim for his movement, and then did not hesitate in loosing. The arrow whistled through the air and struck the buck solidly in the chest cavity. Startled, he shot off into the woods at full speed, but he staggered wildly after a few steps. Erika gave chase, following his obvious trail of blood left on the ground. An excellent hit, she could safely say.
She found him less than fifty meters from where she’d landed her shot, laying still in the grass, thankfully having expired. Kneeling beside him and working to carefully retrieve her arrow, she offered brief thanks to Odin, before cleaning off the arrowhead and sliding it back into her quiver. Now came the fun part. Grimacing, she hefted the buck up and over her shoulders, starting the trek back to the camp.
Erika was quite tired and quite hungry by the time she returned, especially with the knowledge that she was carrying a large portion of dinner on her back. It would be more than enough meat to fill everyone’s bellies, though admittedly it was mostly for the warriors of the group. Erika could have filled herself up on a hare, and she did indeed intend to catch a few of those whenever they found a more regular place to set up camp. She didn’t want to go making snares and leaving them about if they were just going to pick up and move on the next day.
“Someone want to help me with this?” she suggested, setting the carcass down and drawing her skinning knife. Thankfully, the camp seemed mostly set up, and Faen looked to have caught a fish, though she wasn’t sure if he intended only on feeding himself. It would be best to string up the deer somewhere and skin him there, but Erika wondered if one of the men might be willing to take over the responsibility. She was more interested in getting off her feet for a while, and setting up a spot where she could stay dry for the night. | Full Name: Erika Maritsdottir.
Sex: Female.
Age: 19.
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Appearance: Erika’s not a large girl, but she seems to be done growing standing at about 5’5”. Her build is slim, with wiry muscling throughout, a result of a light diet mixed with the physical labors that she prefers. She has narrow hips and a relatively small chest, a flat stomach, and roughly equal proportions for her upper and lower body. Her skin is pale as any northerner’s, and bears a minimal amount of scarring or notable markings.
Facial Features: She has a fairly comely face, with soft features that stopped appearing childlike several years ago, to her relief. Her eyes are hazel and not very large, her nose small and not protruding overly far from her face, with thin, salmon-colored lips. Her hair is a very dark brown and kept at about shoulder length, with a slight curl to it especially when damp, which is quite common. She almost always leaves it loose.
Clothing/Armor: Erika’s never been fond of dresses, and prefers furs and leathers instead. She doesn’t encumber herself more than she needs to, but will certainly wear enough to stay warm, typically leather leggings and fur boots, a hide tunic under a fur shawl with a hood, and leather bracers. She makes all of her own clothing, and owns no pieces of armor.
Weapons/Equipment: As a self-made hunter, Erika owns a medium-sized recurve bow for hunting game and a moderate store of arrows, though she is very cautious with these now that the means for producing more are not as readily available. She owns two knives, one for skinning animals and another, slightly larger one for self-defense. She also has a hatchet and a larger wood-cutting axe. None of them are ideal weapons of war, but they’re not useless, either.
(Looked a while for an image, but couldn’t find one I liked. I may add one later if I find something that mostly fits this description.)
Personality: Erika’s largely an introvert as a result of being more or less a social misfit, but that certainly doesn’t mean she’s shy. She’s quite comfortable on her own, speaking to few people for days at a time, but if she needs or wants something from someone, she’s not afraid to force an issue.
Restless is probably the best word to describe her. She understands the way her society works, but that doesn’t mean she has to like it, and it doesn’t mean she has to submit to it every step of the way. This endears her to some people and alienates her from others, and Erika’s fine with that, content to let people think what they will. She’s brave, willful, sometimes rash, self-sufficient, and typically friendly, so long as she’s being treated as a friend. Erika doesn’t have an excess of pride, either. She won’t be anyone’s slave, but she’s able to recognize when something needs to get done, and she’s willing to do it if need be.
History: Erika was never a very good Viking girl.
She doesn’t even have a father, for one. Well she does, somewhere in the world, but she’s never met him, and wouldn’t recognize him if she did. Erika came about as a result of rape when her mother Marit’s village was burned by a strong warband. Marit was spared, however, and for a time wandered with other survivors until she was taken in by another village. Marit was not taken as a wife by any of the men of the village, and was left to raise Erika alone, among the poorest and lowest in the village, but alive.
Erika did a poor job of fitting into her role even as a child, gravitating more towards the activities of young boys, and developed a bit of a troublemaker’s reputation. Despite her mother’s efforts and those of concerned members of the village, her attitude could not be adjusted, though eventually as she matured Erika came to have a slightly more well-rounded view on her place in the village, especially when she was expected to begin contributing. When she was able, however, she took up hunting, and spent many days apart from the village with some of the boys, learning how to shoot, make snares, and other skills associated with hunting.
She was expected to marry at some point, around when she was fifteen, but her traits were typically considered undesirable, both her physical prospects for child-bearing, and her stance towards her position in the village. Erika was fine with being overlooked, and instead began to desire accompanying a warband on a raid, given her steadily improving archery and formidable bravery. When she was nineteen, she got her wish, but it didn’t turn out quite like she’d planned. Being near the rear of the group, she wasn’t aware of what exactly went wrong, but the raid was a disastrous failure, and Erika was exiled along with several others as a result.
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Combat Skills: She’s a pretty good shot with a bow, which is by far her best approach to combat. Her sneaking is pretty good given her experience as a hunter, and she could probably kill a man with her knife if she could get the jump on him, but she’ll rarely be able to overpower anyone, and her lack of armor makes it a bad idea for Erika to be near the most dangerous fighting. She's also never killed anyone, so her ability to kill someone might not guarantee that she could actually go through with it.
Other Skills: Hunting, trapping, tracking, sneaking, some thievery (no pickpocketing, just a tendency to quietly snatch up things that are lying around), fletching, cooking, cleaning, sewing and stitching, minor medical skills (she knows how to clean and stitch cuts and minor gashes), navigational skills, climbing. She has a pretty good singing voice, but doesn’t use it when other people are around. |
47,288 | 1,279 | 5 | 307 | 2,333 | No sooner had Erika set down the deer and began to survey the progress that had been made on their shelter than she heard a roar from behind her, and dread welled up in the pit of her stomach. She turned as the bear was charging at her, eyes widening. She instinctively backed up, and when the bear swiped for her, it was the deer that actually saved her, tripping her when she stumbled over it and sending her falling back onto her rear.
She’d wanted to get off her feet, but not like this. Erika lay directly on top of the deer, probably the worst position possible to be in, and for a moment she thought that surely the beast was going to descend on her and rend her to pieces. It didn’t though, turning sharply to charge off at Alva and Faen instead. She didn’t want to be callous, but in that moment, all she felt was relief that someone else was the subject of the bear’s wrath.
Not wanting to remain helpless on top of the bear’s meal any longer, Erika rolled over and scrambled to her feet, putting some distance between her and the carcass. The best she had for weapons at the moment was the hatchet hooked under her belt. She doubted she could do much to the bear besides get herself killed if she tried to fight it, but it was better than nothing. Her arrows probably wouldn’t slow it down, even if she shot all ten into it.
She’d encountered bears before, of course, but never in a situation where they threatened her entire livelihood. The answer before had always been to just run away. It didn’t seem like a bad idea at the moment, so long as it was gone when they came back. Erika would rather go hungry for a night than be dead for eternity.
“What do we do?” she asked, when she made it to Audrunar and Jonrik. Perhaps the young warrior and the smith had a good way of making their problem disappear. | Full name: Faen, The Lokison
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Faen stands slightly taller than most viking men, most of his height being in his long legs. He has a slight build, though is covered in lean muscle. His pale body has a smattering of scars and marks, some being earned in the training yard but most being 'gifts' from his father, the beatings one of the few constants in their relationship. His fingers are long and delicate, more suited to holding a pen than a sword and shield. His hair is long and thick, its colour a dark flame red, Faen being rather proud of its uniqueness.
Clothing or armour: Instead of the armour he merely wears a shirt and tunic, both so old that while they were once blue they have long since faded grey. Over that he usually wears a wool and leather great coat, several sizes to large for his frame. Other than his trews and his boots he has very little in the way of clothing. His only concession to his wealthy upbringing is a silver studded ornate knife belt.
Facial features: His left eye is a dark forrest green, his right a deep blue. He has a strong jawline and chin, and a aquiline nose that appears to have been broken in the past. Has grown a beard during the trek home. It has been noted that he is an extraordinarily handsome young man, possessing the kind of fine facial structure that wouldn't look out of place on an ancient Roman statue. He brushes his teeth with salt water whenever he gets a chance, giving him a fine smile that he uses as both a tool and a weapon. Nothing disarms a man better than a well timed smile.
Weapons and equipment: Has his knife and a seax.
Personality: Faen is intelligent, cunning and thoughtful, just about everything his 'father' didn't want in a son. He isn't lacking in bravery or honour, but his idea of these things are incredibly flexible. His harsh upbringing has made him cynical, though he would describe himself as a realist. He also has a somewhat cutting and sarcastic sense of humour, using a dark wit to deal with tense situations.
He has a reputation as a coward, as he isn't one who enjoys a fight, but this bothers him little. Anyone who enjoys a fight is a fool to his mind. For his part he is scathing of the typical viking warrior, the brutes with more muscles than brains.
He longs for a friend, trustee or confidante though. His upbringing left little room for companionship, his relationship with his father was unorthodox at best and his adulthood has been marked by people either hating or fearing him. He feels he would be a loyal friend to whomever gives him a chance, but has never had the chance to show that.
History: Faen was the first born son to the chief of the village, his mother dying in childbirth. He grew up in a cold household, his father being distant and hostile to him. The truth was a long time coming, but Faen eventually discovered why his father loathed him so. Nine months before he was born his father had been riding in the far reaches of his land, gone for the night, when a stranger walked into his home asking for travellers rights. The stranger was a flame-haired vagabond, with a silken tongue and razor wit, and word is he seduced Faen's mother. The stranger vanished the next morning, seconds before the chief returned. Rumours abounded that the vagabond was the God Loki, causing mischief as is his want.
The chief would have had Faen killed when his hair changed from baby blonde to the fiery red, as it didn't match his own, if it hadn't been for the fact that the babe had the chief's unique eyes, one blue and one green. This small detail gave the chief cause for concern, just enough for him to spare the child’s life. He raised the boy in his hall, but barely acknowledged him as his own son, instead treating him with a cold disdain, especially after it became apparent that the lad would never be a warrior. Faen spent most of his time with the wise men and shaman of the village, or with the travelling merchants that visited, bringing news and tales of far off places. His appetite for knowledge was voracious, and it soon became apparent that if he was the indeed the 'Lokison', as the rumours went, then he had inherited his fathers keen intelligence and propensity for trickery.
Recently his father has remarried, his new wife bearing him another son. He no longer needs Faen as an heir, so he has sent the Lokison on his first, incredibly ill fated raid. During the disastrous events that led to he and his companions being exiled Faen witnessed the All-Father lay his curse upon the war-party, but Odin spared Faen, saying that he was family, and that he was fated for greater and far more terrible things. Whatever those things are Faen doesn't know, but this destiny weighs heavy on him now.
Combat skills: Almost non-existent. Despite being brought up in the long hall of the chief, and hours upon hours being put into his training, Faen has never been able to say he's a fighter. He has a savage cunning though, and is ruthless and realistic enough to now that when your chance comes you have to take it.
Other skills: Faen lacks the skills and traits usually associated with a viking, instead viewing himself as more of an intellectual. He has learnt at the feet of the wise men of the tribe, hungry for knowledge, so he has skill with a wide variety of subjects including but not limited to religion, law, husbandry, herbology and medicine. He can read and write the runes of his own people and those of the British, as well as a little Latin, displaying a talent for languages. His true interest lies in people though, in their behaviours and actions. He has developed some skill in being able to read people, and using this information to manipulate them. Though not the most physical of sorts he does show some promise as a runner, possessing both a terrific sprinting speed and impressive stamina.
He has learnt to walk quietly, and excellent trait in a thief, and an especially handy one for an ill-favoured son. His lithe fingers are well suited to pilfering things from other peoples pockets, a skill he has developed in quiet, picking pockets becoming a game of sorts to him.
His greatest skill is his speech craft though, as he truly possess a silver tongue. Lying comes as natural as breathing to him, given enough time he would damn near be capable of convincing a man the sky is green.
He thinks his way through problems, cares little for personal honour, would quite happily live the rest of his life without ever holding a sword. In short he's a terrible Viking. |
47,289 | 1,279 | 6 | 1,787 | 2,152 | Jonrik
"Ugh," the blacksmith grunted as he regathered the bundle of leafy boughs he had lost hold of when he tripped over a rock. The moist environment and his work had plastered his hair to his neck and face with light sweat, and he was tired of hauling materials to the shelter. Jonrik was not one to complain, though, and continued his task with only a slight grimace. As he neared the shelter, Jonrik started and almost dropped his parcel as he heard Audrunar calling through the trees.
"I think this is a fine spot, Jonrik. Not the spot I had in mind, but I guess this spot will keep us from travelers' stinging eyes." Jonrik made it to the shelter and dropped his bundle near the unfinished wall. Audrunar was burdened with logs, most wet from the environment: not that it mattered much. Wet wood could burn, it just took a little while to ignite and when it did the smoke would be darker than normal. Alva had not yet moved the camp here, though he suspected she would start on that at any moment, so Jonrik didn't object when Audrunar dropped the bundle near the shelter. He inspected the shelter and the area more before continuing, "I am guessing you'll want some spruce twigs after this, to cover the sides? Should I get them for you?" Jonrik hadn't been paying too much attention to the types of branches he had used, but it sounded like a good idea to use different types.
Audrunar started on getting spruce limbs before Jonrik answered, but he called to him, "Yeah, that's a good idea," just to keep comradery alive and not to seem rude. The blacksmith went to crouch near the unfinished wall and continue to intertwine branches to their optimal efficiency, but his eyes happened to glance toward the direction of camp to see a frightening sight. From where the shelter was, one could look and see where they had stopped on the riverbank through the trees and foliage. There was still a distance between the two spots, but he had the feeling if he yelled Alva could hear him. As he glanced over, the sound of a primal roar echoed from the bank, and he saw a large brown form hurtling toward the figures in the distance. From where Jonrik was, he could not see the camp as well as Audrunar, but he was still alert and heading off to his wife at a jog before the other said anything. Audrunar's words were lost to the wind as Jonrik finally realized the danger Alva was in and launched himself in the direction of the river.
Jonrik ran past Erika as she came to him and Audrunar, caring little for her plaintive cry in that moment. The beast had turned to Alva (and Faen too, but Jonrik paid him as little thought as Erika) and the fearful anger that pooled in his stomach was almost unfathomable. He noticed as Faen put himself between the woman and the bear, but the sight didn't comfort him and he hefted his ax as he got closer, watching as Faen chucked his catch at the bear's snout. It didn't do much but make the creature flinch, but it gave Jonrik the time he needed to swoop in and save Alva. As soon as he was close enough, the smith roughly shoved, more like threw, the woman in the direction of the woods. He quickly spun on his heels and waved his arms at the bear, moving a little bit farther away from Faen to give the bear more choice in target. Foolish, but Jonrik wouldn't blatantly abandon the man who would've saved Alva's life. Intentional or not Faen had indebted the blacksmith to him.
Alva
Alva smiled widely when Erika returned to camp, looking past Faen to take in the sight of the fortuitous catch. "Audrunar cannot take much longer to simply gather firewood," she said cheerfully to Faen. She leaned back to the firepit, but felt a deathly cold fear grip her bones as she caught sight of a huge brown bear striding, slowly but with deserved ease and confidence, toward them. As she opened her mouth to warn her companions, the whimpering sound was completely dominated by the thundering roar of the bear coming for the group. Alva scrambled to stand as the bear took a sudden lurch forward, barreling forward to Erika and her kill. Alva gasped in horror, backing away now that she was on her feet, as the beast swung at the huntress, missing only because she tripped over the prize of the evening: the buck.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, a minuscule concern in the face of immediate danger. Standing near Faen because of their previous proximity, Alva visibly flinched when the bear turned its dark, beady eyes for the pair. She pulled a shuddering breath to her lungs as she looked into the bear's eyes. Small and impossibly dark, they held no traces of thought or emotion, not even anger. Alva didn't object when Faen put himself between her and the bear. An effluvium of carrion and animal musk wafted from the creature, making it that much more horrifying and disgusting. An impossibly long moment stretched as Alva quivered, petrified. She didn't hear Faen's out-of-place laughter, only the bear's heavy breathing and her own terrified gulps of air, or see Jonrik and Audrunar returning from the forest, just the matted fur and rippling muscles of the brute in front of her.
The moment ended when Faen launched his trout at the bear's face. Alva would've laughed too had she not been so rooted by fear. Faen took the moment to shove her from the bear's path (not that she minded much, she was more than grateful to not be alone in that moment). She pranced away, keeping her balance until Jonrik came in from where she hadn't seen and tossed her farther. Then she had to clamber on her hands and knees to stand. When she finally reoriented herself, Faen and Jonrik were in front of the bear. Jonrik taunted it by waving his arms, and the sight of his ax reminded Alva to draw her shortsword. She reached to her hip and pulled the blade out in a smooth motion, but looked down at the object uncertainly. She doubted that her shortsword would be much help. Or any of their weapons for that matter. | Full Name: Erika Maritsdottir.
Sex: Female.
Age: 19.
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Appearance: Erika’s not a large girl, but she seems to be done growing standing at about 5’5”. Her build is slim, with wiry muscling throughout, a result of a light diet mixed with the physical labors that she prefers. She has narrow hips and a relatively small chest, a flat stomach, and roughly equal proportions for her upper and lower body. Her skin is pale as any northerner’s, and bears a minimal amount of scarring or notable markings.
Facial Features: She has a fairly comely face, with soft features that stopped appearing childlike several years ago, to her relief. Her eyes are hazel and not very large, her nose small and not protruding overly far from her face, with thin, salmon-colored lips. Her hair is a very dark brown and kept at about shoulder length, with a slight curl to it especially when damp, which is quite common. She almost always leaves it loose.
Clothing/Armor: Erika’s never been fond of dresses, and prefers furs and leathers instead. She doesn’t encumber herself more than she needs to, but will certainly wear enough to stay warm, typically leather leggings and fur boots, a hide tunic under a fur shawl with a hood, and leather bracers. She makes all of her own clothing, and owns no pieces of armor.
Weapons/Equipment: As a self-made hunter, Erika owns a medium-sized recurve bow for hunting game and a moderate store of arrows, though she is very cautious with these now that the means for producing more are not as readily available. She owns two knives, one for skinning animals and another, slightly larger one for self-defense. She also has a hatchet and a larger wood-cutting axe. None of them are ideal weapons of war, but they’re not useless, either.
(Looked a while for an image, but couldn’t find one I liked. I may add one later if I find something that mostly fits this description.)
Personality: Erika’s largely an introvert as a result of being more or less a social misfit, but that certainly doesn’t mean she’s shy. She’s quite comfortable on her own, speaking to few people for days at a time, but if she needs or wants something from someone, she’s not afraid to force an issue.
Restless is probably the best word to describe her. She understands the way her society works, but that doesn’t mean she has to like it, and it doesn’t mean she has to submit to it every step of the way. This endears her to some people and alienates her from others, and Erika’s fine with that, content to let people think what they will. She’s brave, willful, sometimes rash, self-sufficient, and typically friendly, so long as she’s being treated as a friend. Erika doesn’t have an excess of pride, either. She won’t be anyone’s slave, but she’s able to recognize when something needs to get done, and she’s willing to do it if need be.
History: Erika was never a very good Viking girl.
She doesn’t even have a father, for one. Well she does, somewhere in the world, but she’s never met him, and wouldn’t recognize him if she did. Erika came about as a result of rape when her mother Marit’s village was burned by a strong warband. Marit was spared, however, and for a time wandered with other survivors until she was taken in by another village. Marit was not taken as a wife by any of the men of the village, and was left to raise Erika alone, among the poorest and lowest in the village, but alive.
Erika did a poor job of fitting into her role even as a child, gravitating more towards the activities of young boys, and developed a bit of a troublemaker’s reputation. Despite her mother’s efforts and those of concerned members of the village, her attitude could not be adjusted, though eventually as she matured Erika came to have a slightly more well-rounded view on her place in the village, especially when she was expected to begin contributing. When she was able, however, she took up hunting, and spent many days apart from the village with some of the boys, learning how to shoot, make snares, and other skills associated with hunting.
She was expected to marry at some point, around when she was fifteen, but her traits were typically considered undesirable, both her physical prospects for child-bearing, and her stance towards her position in the village. Erika was fine with being overlooked, and instead began to desire accompanying a warband on a raid, given her steadily improving archery and formidable bravery. When she was nineteen, she got her wish, but it didn’t turn out quite like she’d planned. Being near the rear of the group, she wasn’t aware of what exactly went wrong, but the raid was a disastrous failure, and Erika was exiled along with several others as a result.
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Combat Skills: She’s a pretty good shot with a bow, which is by far her best approach to combat. Her sneaking is pretty good given her experience as a hunter, and she could probably kill a man with her knife if she could get the jump on him, but she’ll rarely be able to overpower anyone, and her lack of armor makes it a bad idea for Erika to be near the most dangerous fighting. She's also never killed anyone, so her ability to kill someone might not guarantee that she could actually go through with it.
Other Skills: Hunting, trapping, tracking, sneaking, some thievery (no pickpocketing, just a tendency to quietly snatch up things that are lying around), fletching, cooking, cleaning, sewing and stitching, minor medical skills (she knows how to clean and stitch cuts and minor gashes), navigational skills, climbing. She has a pretty good singing voice, but doesn’t use it when other people are around. |
47,290 | 1,279 | 7 | 307 | 2,333 | Erika looked as though she’d been slapped, with a large dose of incredulity to go along with it. Audrunar was going to take a moment to insult her for cowardice, when she was faced with a massive bear? And she being the unarmed, fairly small girl that she was, what was she supposed to do? Fist fight it to protect her catch? There was bravery, and then there was stupidity. If Odin was angry with her for not pointlessly throwing her life away, then she didn’t know why she bothered offering prayers to him.
The others were doing what they could to either keep the bear distracted or drive it away, but they were having little success. Now Audrunar had his weapons drawn, and he was actually trying to draw the bear to himself. Erika subconsciously took a couple of steps away from him, though she did take her hatchet into hand. She didn’t intend on being entirely defenseless if it came after her again.
“Like I have any say in the matter?” she muttered, when Audrunar asked her if she were willing to give up the deer. “If it wants the deer, I can’t stop it. Let’s see your show of bravery, warrior. Give Odin something to laugh at.”
Erika was annoyed, obviously, mostly because she hadn’t expected Audrunar to say something so stinging to her, when she had seen no other sensible course of action, but if he wanted to fight the damn thing, she’d help how she could. She wasn’t a coward, even if Audrunar thought otherwise. She wasn’t a fool, either. | Full name: Faen, The Lokison
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Faen stands slightly taller than most viking men, most of his height being in his long legs. He has a slight build, though is covered in lean muscle. His pale body has a smattering of scars and marks, some being earned in the training yard but most being 'gifts' from his father, the beatings one of the few constants in their relationship. His fingers are long and delicate, more suited to holding a pen than a sword and shield. His hair is long and thick, its colour a dark flame red, Faen being rather proud of its uniqueness.
Clothing or armour: Instead of the armour he merely wears a shirt and tunic, both so old that while they were once blue they have long since faded grey. Over that he usually wears a wool and leather great coat, several sizes to large for his frame. Other than his trews and his boots he has very little in the way of clothing. His only concession to his wealthy upbringing is a silver studded ornate knife belt.
Facial features: His left eye is a dark forrest green, his right a deep blue. He has a strong jawline and chin, and a aquiline nose that appears to have been broken in the past. Has grown a beard during the trek home. It has been noted that he is an extraordinarily handsome young man, possessing the kind of fine facial structure that wouldn't look out of place on an ancient Roman statue. He brushes his teeth with salt water whenever he gets a chance, giving him a fine smile that he uses as both a tool and a weapon. Nothing disarms a man better than a well timed smile.
Weapons and equipment: Has his knife and a seax.
Personality: Faen is intelligent, cunning and thoughtful, just about everything his 'father' didn't want in a son. He isn't lacking in bravery or honour, but his idea of these things are incredibly flexible. His harsh upbringing has made him cynical, though he would describe himself as a realist. He also has a somewhat cutting and sarcastic sense of humour, using a dark wit to deal with tense situations.
He has a reputation as a coward, as he isn't one who enjoys a fight, but this bothers him little. Anyone who enjoys a fight is a fool to his mind. For his part he is scathing of the typical viking warrior, the brutes with more muscles than brains.
He longs for a friend, trustee or confidante though. His upbringing left little room for companionship, his relationship with his father was unorthodox at best and his adulthood has been marked by people either hating or fearing him. He feels he would be a loyal friend to whomever gives him a chance, but has never had the chance to show that.
History: Faen was the first born son to the chief of the village, his mother dying in childbirth. He grew up in a cold household, his father being distant and hostile to him. The truth was a long time coming, but Faen eventually discovered why his father loathed him so. Nine months before he was born his father had been riding in the far reaches of his land, gone for the night, when a stranger walked into his home asking for travellers rights. The stranger was a flame-haired vagabond, with a silken tongue and razor wit, and word is he seduced Faen's mother. The stranger vanished the next morning, seconds before the chief returned. Rumours abounded that the vagabond was the God Loki, causing mischief as is his want.
The chief would have had Faen killed when his hair changed from baby blonde to the fiery red, as it didn't match his own, if it hadn't been for the fact that the babe had the chief's unique eyes, one blue and one green. This small detail gave the chief cause for concern, just enough for him to spare the child’s life. He raised the boy in his hall, but barely acknowledged him as his own son, instead treating him with a cold disdain, especially after it became apparent that the lad would never be a warrior. Faen spent most of his time with the wise men and shaman of the village, or with the travelling merchants that visited, bringing news and tales of far off places. His appetite for knowledge was voracious, and it soon became apparent that if he was the indeed the 'Lokison', as the rumours went, then he had inherited his fathers keen intelligence and propensity for trickery.
Recently his father has remarried, his new wife bearing him another son. He no longer needs Faen as an heir, so he has sent the Lokison on his first, incredibly ill fated raid. During the disastrous events that led to he and his companions being exiled Faen witnessed the All-Father lay his curse upon the war-party, but Odin spared Faen, saying that he was family, and that he was fated for greater and far more terrible things. Whatever those things are Faen doesn't know, but this destiny weighs heavy on him now.
Combat skills: Almost non-existent. Despite being brought up in the long hall of the chief, and hours upon hours being put into his training, Faen has never been able to say he's a fighter. He has a savage cunning though, and is ruthless and realistic enough to now that when your chance comes you have to take it.
Other skills: Faen lacks the skills and traits usually associated with a viking, instead viewing himself as more of an intellectual. He has learnt at the feet of the wise men of the tribe, hungry for knowledge, so he has skill with a wide variety of subjects including but not limited to religion, law, husbandry, herbology and medicine. He can read and write the runes of his own people and those of the British, as well as a little Latin, displaying a talent for languages. His true interest lies in people though, in their behaviours and actions. He has developed some skill in being able to read people, and using this information to manipulate them. Though not the most physical of sorts he does show some promise as a runner, possessing both a terrific sprinting speed and impressive stamina.
He has learnt to walk quietly, and excellent trait in a thief, and an especially handy one for an ill-favoured son. His lithe fingers are well suited to pilfering things from other peoples pockets, a skill he has developed in quiet, picking pockets becoming a game of sorts to him.
His greatest skill is his speech craft though, as he truly possess a silver tongue. Lying comes as natural as breathing to him, given enough time he would damn near be capable of convincing a man the sky is green.
He thinks his way through problems, cares little for personal honour, would quite happily live the rest of his life without ever holding a sword. In short he's a terrible Viking. |
47,291 | 1,279 | 8 | 1,787 | 2,152 | Audrunar turned his face to Erika, giving her an angry look. “If it pleases you, huntress.” Audrunar inched forwards after argueing with Erika, closer to the bear, which was now turning to Faen as he began yelling out to the others. Perhaps.. if he could lure the bears attention away long enough, Audrunar could push his shield into it's side and push it away while hacking at it.. Right when Audrunar was about to push himself into the dirt to crash himself into the bear, Faen began mocking the gods. Audrunar angrily pointed his axe at Faen. “Don't mock the Gods. If we die, atleast we go to Valhalla. Well, some of us..” It was clear he was telling Faen off for not being brave enough, mocking him for being unable to go to Valhalla. However, the bear subtly walked towards Faen, slowly until it realized it was close enough.. then roared as he stood on his backpaws, swiping at Faen in sudden rage. The bear obviously had enough of this bickering and waiting - it wanted it's prize and at this moment Faen was the one yelling the loudest.
Audrunar sprung into action and jumped forwards, yelling and screaming; “ODIIIIIIIN!” as he swung his axe towards the bear, in an attempt to save Faen from impending death if he did not act soon enough. The axe barely did more than a scratch to the bear, cutting into his front left shoulder, but caused the bear to direct his anger towards Audrunar. Audrunar backed off a bit, but it was too late and the bear let itself fall onto Audrunar in an attempt to scratch, claw and bite him. Rather luckily for Audrunar, he managed to put the shield in between him and the bears mighty jaws, but fell over as a result from the impact between them, causing the bear to be standing over Audrunar who had his shield raised up to defend against the pounding of the shield. One of the strikes passed by the shield however, clawing into Audrunars thorax, making him wince in pain. Hopefully he had given Erika her wish by fighting the bear. In an attempt to strengthen his grip on the shield he put his other hand on the back as well, dropping his axe close to him but leaving him defenseless in the process.
“Faen.. Erika.. anyone! Lure this beast...” he paused for a second to let go of a grunt of strength as he tried to push the bear a bit further away, “.. lure it far away!” Soon enough the bear would realize he didn't have to pound the shield to get to Audrunar and would go for the legs or the hands. If anyone was to act, they'd better act fast. | Full Name: Erika Maritsdottir.
Sex: Female.
Age: 19.
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Appearance: Erika’s not a large girl, but she seems to be done growing standing at about 5’5”. Her build is slim, with wiry muscling throughout, a result of a light diet mixed with the physical labors that she prefers. She has narrow hips and a relatively small chest, a flat stomach, and roughly equal proportions for her upper and lower body. Her skin is pale as any northerner’s, and bears a minimal amount of scarring or notable markings.
Facial Features: She has a fairly comely face, with soft features that stopped appearing childlike several years ago, to her relief. Her eyes are hazel and not very large, her nose small and not protruding overly far from her face, with thin, salmon-colored lips. Her hair is a very dark brown and kept at about shoulder length, with a slight curl to it especially when damp, which is quite common. She almost always leaves it loose.
Clothing/Armor: Erika’s never been fond of dresses, and prefers furs and leathers instead. She doesn’t encumber herself more than she needs to, but will certainly wear enough to stay warm, typically leather leggings and fur boots, a hide tunic under a fur shawl with a hood, and leather bracers. She makes all of her own clothing, and owns no pieces of armor.
Weapons/Equipment: As a self-made hunter, Erika owns a medium-sized recurve bow for hunting game and a moderate store of arrows, though she is very cautious with these now that the means for producing more are not as readily available. She owns two knives, one for skinning animals and another, slightly larger one for self-defense. She also has a hatchet and a larger wood-cutting axe. None of them are ideal weapons of war, but they’re not useless, either.
(Looked a while for an image, but couldn’t find one I liked. I may add one later if I find something that mostly fits this description.)
Personality: Erika’s largely an introvert as a result of being more or less a social misfit, but that certainly doesn’t mean she’s shy. She’s quite comfortable on her own, speaking to few people for days at a time, but if she needs or wants something from someone, she’s not afraid to force an issue.
Restless is probably the best word to describe her. She understands the way her society works, but that doesn’t mean she has to like it, and it doesn’t mean she has to submit to it every step of the way. This endears her to some people and alienates her from others, and Erika’s fine with that, content to let people think what they will. She’s brave, willful, sometimes rash, self-sufficient, and typically friendly, so long as she’s being treated as a friend. Erika doesn’t have an excess of pride, either. She won’t be anyone’s slave, but she’s able to recognize when something needs to get done, and she’s willing to do it if need be.
History: Erika was never a very good Viking girl.
She doesn’t even have a father, for one. Well she does, somewhere in the world, but she’s never met him, and wouldn’t recognize him if she did. Erika came about as a result of rape when her mother Marit’s village was burned by a strong warband. Marit was spared, however, and for a time wandered with other survivors until she was taken in by another village. Marit was not taken as a wife by any of the men of the village, and was left to raise Erika alone, among the poorest and lowest in the village, but alive.
Erika did a poor job of fitting into her role even as a child, gravitating more towards the activities of young boys, and developed a bit of a troublemaker’s reputation. Despite her mother’s efforts and those of concerned members of the village, her attitude could not be adjusted, though eventually as she matured Erika came to have a slightly more well-rounded view on her place in the village, especially when she was expected to begin contributing. When she was able, however, she took up hunting, and spent many days apart from the village with some of the boys, learning how to shoot, make snares, and other skills associated with hunting.
She was expected to marry at some point, around when she was fifteen, but her traits were typically considered undesirable, both her physical prospects for child-bearing, and her stance towards her position in the village. Erika was fine with being overlooked, and instead began to desire accompanying a warband on a raid, given her steadily improving archery and formidable bravery. When she was nineteen, she got her wish, but it didn’t turn out quite like she’d planned. Being near the rear of the group, she wasn’t aware of what exactly went wrong, but the raid was a disastrous failure, and Erika was exiled along with several others as a result.
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Combat Skills: She’s a pretty good shot with a bow, which is by far her best approach to combat. Her sneaking is pretty good given her experience as a hunter, and she could probably kill a man with her knife if she could get the jump on him, but she’ll rarely be able to overpower anyone, and her lack of armor makes it a bad idea for Erika to be near the most dangerous fighting. She's also never killed anyone, so her ability to kill someone might not guarantee that she could actually go through with it.
Other Skills: Hunting, trapping, tracking, sneaking, some thievery (no pickpocketing, just a tendency to quietly snatch up things that are lying around), fletching, cooking, cleaning, sewing and stitching, minor medical skills (she knows how to clean and stitch cuts and minor gashes), navigational skills, climbing. She has a pretty good singing voice, but doesn’t use it when other people are around. |
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Audrunar had charged the bear head on, and had gotten exactly what Erika had expected would happen: he was trapped under it, desperately trying not to die. That would have been Erika’s fate, no doubt, had she stayed put, and she had no shield to prevent the bear from clawing her guts out with. She felt a strong mix of emotions for Audrunar in that moment. Anger, for insulting her and calling her a coward; amusement, for his stupidity in taking on the bear in a straight up fight; and pity, for how terribly he was losing. She didn’t want him to die, of course, and it was this that spurred her into action, even as nervousness wormed its way around her empty belly.
Faen looked to be trying to do something with the deer, though she didn’t know what. Erika doubted Jonrik would leave his wife to drive the bear off, and she also doubted he’d let her be the one to try drawing it away; it was hard to run in a dress. That left just Erika, and she pulled her bow free, quickly launching an arrow into the bear’s neck, just above the shoulder.
“Hey, you! Yes you, you worthless, hairy piece of shit! Let’s go for a run. Come on, get off the idiot there and chase me!” Assuming the bear continued paying attention to noise and was drawn away by her shouting, in addition to the arrow she’d shot into him, Erika turned and headed quickly back into the forest. She had no intention of filling a bear’s belly tonight, but she couldn’t just let him claw Audrunar to death.
I wonder who the real idiot is here… | Full name: Faen, The Lokison
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Faen stands slightly taller than most viking men, most of his height being in his long legs. He has a slight build, though is covered in lean muscle. His pale body has a smattering of scars and marks, some being earned in the training yard but most being 'gifts' from his father, the beatings one of the few constants in their relationship. His fingers are long and delicate, more suited to holding a pen than a sword and shield. His hair is long and thick, its colour a dark flame red, Faen being rather proud of its uniqueness.
Clothing or armour: Instead of the armour he merely wears a shirt and tunic, both so old that while they were once blue they have long since faded grey. Over that he usually wears a wool and leather great coat, several sizes to large for his frame. Other than his trews and his boots he has very little in the way of clothing. His only concession to his wealthy upbringing is a silver studded ornate knife belt.
Facial features: His left eye is a dark forrest green, his right a deep blue. He has a strong jawline and chin, and a aquiline nose that appears to have been broken in the past. Has grown a beard during the trek home. It has been noted that he is an extraordinarily handsome young man, possessing the kind of fine facial structure that wouldn't look out of place on an ancient Roman statue. He brushes his teeth with salt water whenever he gets a chance, giving him a fine smile that he uses as both a tool and a weapon. Nothing disarms a man better than a well timed smile.
Weapons and equipment: Has his knife and a seax.
Personality: Faen is intelligent, cunning and thoughtful, just about everything his 'father' didn't want in a son. He isn't lacking in bravery or honour, but his idea of these things are incredibly flexible. His harsh upbringing has made him cynical, though he would describe himself as a realist. He also has a somewhat cutting and sarcastic sense of humour, using a dark wit to deal with tense situations.
He has a reputation as a coward, as he isn't one who enjoys a fight, but this bothers him little. Anyone who enjoys a fight is a fool to his mind. For his part he is scathing of the typical viking warrior, the brutes with more muscles than brains.
He longs for a friend, trustee or confidante though. His upbringing left little room for companionship, his relationship with his father was unorthodox at best and his adulthood has been marked by people either hating or fearing him. He feels he would be a loyal friend to whomever gives him a chance, but has never had the chance to show that.
History: Faen was the first born son to the chief of the village, his mother dying in childbirth. He grew up in a cold household, his father being distant and hostile to him. The truth was a long time coming, but Faen eventually discovered why his father loathed him so. Nine months before he was born his father had been riding in the far reaches of his land, gone for the night, when a stranger walked into his home asking for travellers rights. The stranger was a flame-haired vagabond, with a silken tongue and razor wit, and word is he seduced Faen's mother. The stranger vanished the next morning, seconds before the chief returned. Rumours abounded that the vagabond was the God Loki, causing mischief as is his want.
The chief would have had Faen killed when his hair changed from baby blonde to the fiery red, as it didn't match his own, if it hadn't been for the fact that the babe had the chief's unique eyes, one blue and one green. This small detail gave the chief cause for concern, just enough for him to spare the child’s life. He raised the boy in his hall, but barely acknowledged him as his own son, instead treating him with a cold disdain, especially after it became apparent that the lad would never be a warrior. Faen spent most of his time with the wise men and shaman of the village, or with the travelling merchants that visited, bringing news and tales of far off places. His appetite for knowledge was voracious, and it soon became apparent that if he was the indeed the 'Lokison', as the rumours went, then he had inherited his fathers keen intelligence and propensity for trickery.
Recently his father has remarried, his new wife bearing him another son. He no longer needs Faen as an heir, so he has sent the Lokison on his first, incredibly ill fated raid. During the disastrous events that led to he and his companions being exiled Faen witnessed the All-Father lay his curse upon the war-party, but Odin spared Faen, saying that he was family, and that he was fated for greater and far more terrible things. Whatever those things are Faen doesn't know, but this destiny weighs heavy on him now.
Combat skills: Almost non-existent. Despite being brought up in the long hall of the chief, and hours upon hours being put into his training, Faen has never been able to say he's a fighter. He has a savage cunning though, and is ruthless and realistic enough to now that when your chance comes you have to take it.
Other skills: Faen lacks the skills and traits usually associated with a viking, instead viewing himself as more of an intellectual. He has learnt at the feet of the wise men of the tribe, hungry for knowledge, so he has skill with a wide variety of subjects including but not limited to religion, law, husbandry, herbology and medicine. He can read and write the runes of his own people and those of the British, as well as a little Latin, displaying a talent for languages. His true interest lies in people though, in their behaviours and actions. He has developed some skill in being able to read people, and using this information to manipulate them. Though not the most physical of sorts he does show some promise as a runner, possessing both a terrific sprinting speed and impressive stamina.
He has learnt to walk quietly, and excellent trait in a thief, and an especially handy one for an ill-favoured son. His lithe fingers are well suited to pilfering things from other peoples pockets, a skill he has developed in quiet, picking pockets becoming a game of sorts to him.
His greatest skill is his speech craft though, as he truly possess a silver tongue. Lying comes as natural as breathing to him, given enough time he would damn near be capable of convincing a man the sky is green.
He thinks his way through problems, cares little for personal honour, would quite happily live the rest of his life without ever holding a sword. In short he's a terrible Viking. |
47,293 | 1,279 | 10 | 1,787 | 2,152 | Jonrik
Jonrik, on the balls of his feet with his ax held firmly in his grasp, watched as his and his companion's situation deteriorated as it progressed. His eyes darted to Alva at the flash of steel when she drew her blade, but the abject terror on her face made it clear she at least wasn't going to charge headlong at the beast. Jonrik jumped back slightly, but flapped his arms again as the bear shifted in his direction. He didn't really know what he planned to do once the bear chose him as its target, however. The only goal he had was to get it away from Alva. Thankful, the sound of Audrunar rasping his ax on his shield drew its attention.
The bear pivoted its large head back and forth from Erika to Audrunar when they started bickering. This was not the best time for such a thing, but it did a good job at distracting the bear. At this point, Jonrik began to wonder if he should take a swipe at the bear's back while it was turned. He didn't know if injuring the bear would make their chances worse, or if there was no other way to get rid of it than to kill it. A bear would have a lot of useful fat to render, he couldn't help but to think, and that would help them this upcoming winter, but Jonrik seriously doubted they would make it through that encounter without some loss.
Sudden yelling made Jonrik's head snap to Faen, and watched as the bear switched targets to the Lokison and started to walk towards him. Faen called out that the bear was attracted to sound, and Jonrik instantly tried to will Alva into going and hiding in the woods without a sound. In a quick movement, the bear went for Faen and Audrunar went for the bear. The bear quickly had the man subdued, and Jonrik wondered briefly if he was going to die. He took his ax in both hands; once it killed one man, it would want others. Jonrik, holding his mouth shut to be quiet, planned to strike the bear on the back, hopefully somewhere near the spine to end this debacle. He slowly edged behind the beast. Just before he raised his arms, an arrow flew true to its mark and hit the beast in the neck. Jonrik heard Erika calling for the bear, taunting it, and she disappeared into the woods.
Jonrik had taken a few slow, silent steps closer to the bear while Audrunar had had it distracted. Now, he stood with his arms half-raised a few feet behind it, trying to decide his best option, hoping hesitation wouldn't cost his life. If the bear went and followed Erika, he would leave it be. If not, he'd take a hack at the monster's back.
Alva
Alva stood, close to the treeline, the farthest of the group from the bear. Her shortsword trembled in her hands. Alva had rarely been in situations so dire. She was young and, frankly, inexperienced. She had gone to battle, but that was behind her husband against foes she could meet with her blade. Looking down at her meager sword, Alva had no intention of attacking the bear herself. The sword was in case it decided to come to her. Not that she thought she had much of a chance.
"Lest you wish an early grave, that shortsword will not do much good unless you intend to walk into the bears paws." Audrunar said back to her, and Alva barked a laugh from between her bit lips. She didn't say anything in response, but shook her head ambiguously. As if she would attack the giant, angry, hungry bear! She fidgeted nervously as the bear waited, the length of the encounter grating on the girl's spent nerves. She edged further from Erika and Audrunar as they started arguing and drawing the bear's attention. Alva thought to try and get to her pack to get her fire materials, but knew that the process of making a torch was too long and something would happen before she managed to get a torch lit; that, and she was too scared of risking the bear's attention.
When Audrunar was finally pinned by the beast, quite fast to Ava who was half paying attention to her comrades and half being mesmerized by terror, she skirted sideways along the treeline. She watched from a respectable distance, whimpering quietly as Jonrik edged closer to the bear and Audrunar called for help. She had no quarrel with Audrunar, but there was no way she was calling that beast toward her just to save him. Alva didn't want to seem cowardly, but in truth was very afraid of the bear. It wasn't the bear itself that scared her so much as the fact she couldn't do anything about it. She had no idea how to face it. She justified to herself that she would've just gotten in the men's way as they dealt with the threat. She watched on and licked her lips nervously, heart pounding. | Full Name: Erika Maritsdottir.
Sex: Female.
Age: 19.
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Appearance: Erika’s not a large girl, but she seems to be done growing standing at about 5’5”. Her build is slim, with wiry muscling throughout, a result of a light diet mixed with the physical labors that she prefers. She has narrow hips and a relatively small chest, a flat stomach, and roughly equal proportions for her upper and lower body. Her skin is pale as any northerner’s, and bears a minimal amount of scarring or notable markings.
Facial Features: She has a fairly comely face, with soft features that stopped appearing childlike several years ago, to her relief. Her eyes are hazel and not very large, her nose small and not protruding overly far from her face, with thin, salmon-colored lips. Her hair is a very dark brown and kept at about shoulder length, with a slight curl to it especially when damp, which is quite common. She almost always leaves it loose.
Clothing/Armor: Erika’s never been fond of dresses, and prefers furs and leathers instead. She doesn’t encumber herself more than she needs to, but will certainly wear enough to stay warm, typically leather leggings and fur boots, a hide tunic under a fur shawl with a hood, and leather bracers. She makes all of her own clothing, and owns no pieces of armor.
Weapons/Equipment: As a self-made hunter, Erika owns a medium-sized recurve bow for hunting game and a moderate store of arrows, though she is very cautious with these now that the means for producing more are not as readily available. She owns two knives, one for skinning animals and another, slightly larger one for self-defense. She also has a hatchet and a larger wood-cutting axe. None of them are ideal weapons of war, but they’re not useless, either.
(Looked a while for an image, but couldn’t find one I liked. I may add one later if I find something that mostly fits this description.)
Personality: Erika’s largely an introvert as a result of being more or less a social misfit, but that certainly doesn’t mean she’s shy. She’s quite comfortable on her own, speaking to few people for days at a time, but if she needs or wants something from someone, she’s not afraid to force an issue.
Restless is probably the best word to describe her. She understands the way her society works, but that doesn’t mean she has to like it, and it doesn’t mean she has to submit to it every step of the way. This endears her to some people and alienates her from others, and Erika’s fine with that, content to let people think what they will. She’s brave, willful, sometimes rash, self-sufficient, and typically friendly, so long as she’s being treated as a friend. Erika doesn’t have an excess of pride, either. She won’t be anyone’s slave, but she’s able to recognize when something needs to get done, and she’s willing to do it if need be.
History: Erika was never a very good Viking girl.
She doesn’t even have a father, for one. Well she does, somewhere in the world, but she’s never met him, and wouldn’t recognize him if she did. Erika came about as a result of rape when her mother Marit’s village was burned by a strong warband. Marit was spared, however, and for a time wandered with other survivors until she was taken in by another village. Marit was not taken as a wife by any of the men of the village, and was left to raise Erika alone, among the poorest and lowest in the village, but alive.
Erika did a poor job of fitting into her role even as a child, gravitating more towards the activities of young boys, and developed a bit of a troublemaker’s reputation. Despite her mother’s efforts and those of concerned members of the village, her attitude could not be adjusted, though eventually as she matured Erika came to have a slightly more well-rounded view on her place in the village, especially when she was expected to begin contributing. When she was able, however, she took up hunting, and spent many days apart from the village with some of the boys, learning how to shoot, make snares, and other skills associated with hunting.
She was expected to marry at some point, around when she was fifteen, but her traits were typically considered undesirable, both her physical prospects for child-bearing, and her stance towards her position in the village. Erika was fine with being overlooked, and instead began to desire accompanying a warband on a raid, given her steadily improving archery and formidable bravery. When she was nineteen, she got her wish, but it didn’t turn out quite like she’d planned. Being near the rear of the group, she wasn’t aware of what exactly went wrong, but the raid was a disastrous failure, and Erika was exiled along with several others as a result.
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Combat Skills: She’s a pretty good shot with a bow, which is by far her best approach to combat. Her sneaking is pretty good given her experience as a hunter, and she could probably kill a man with her knife if she could get the jump on him, but she’ll rarely be able to overpower anyone, and her lack of armor makes it a bad idea for Erika to be near the most dangerous fighting. She's also never killed anyone, so her ability to kill someone might not guarantee that she could actually go through with it.
Other Skills: Hunting, trapping, tracking, sneaking, some thievery (no pickpocketing, just a tendency to quietly snatch up things that are lying around), fletching, cooking, cleaning, sewing and stitching, minor medical skills (she knows how to clean and stitch cuts and minor gashes), navigational skills, climbing. She has a pretty good singing voice, but doesn’t use it when other people are around. |
47,294 | 1,280 | 0 | 1,712 | 2,117 | Neworth University, Or Allen James University depending upon how old you were, was really a lovely place. It was a gorgeous green campus with blanketing willows, fertile gardens, buildings that had seen all of Neworth’s history. The dormitories, though not for the faint of assets, had once housed heads of state, generals, and the wealthiest of merchants whom had ever crossed its path. The lecture halls were converted ballrooms, courtrooms, even theatres, with lush gold panelled walls, solid oak desks, and lavish chandeliers, to name a few accommodations. It was a sight that could ignite the mind of anyone, from the most dedicated professor to the least motivated student. It was truly enchanting.
That was, of course, in any course outside of Western Philosophy. Taking a two-hour slot every Tuesday and Thursday in a grand courtroom of a lecture hall, it was the most sought-after class in the university’s registry; of course, it was a mandatory course. The school was strict about the class, intent on moulding well-rounded individuals into its future graduates. A good plan, if Western Philosophy weren’t the dullest and least engaging class in the registry. Many students found the teaching pretentious - more still simply found it bland.
Aaron Maevyn was no exception. Even as an open-minded second-year medical student he simply could not find it in himself to take the class seriously. Most days, he used the class like a two hour study hall, spending the time picking through his text books and catching up on assignments. Unfortunately, today happened to be one of the few during which the Philosophy professor, Professor Hans Glemin, required the students to take notes.
So far, it had gone as well as anyone would expect: it was five P.M. on a Thursday, and Glemin was preaching to a congregation of over-worked and exhausted young adults in semi-formalwear that, at this point in the day, could probably use some ironing. There was no small amount of chatter as the professor droned on, and Aaron could have sworn he’d seen a paper bird take flight. As for himself, well, there was a reason Aaron sat as far back as possible - there was no one behind him to see what he was doing.
As Glemin spoke, his every notable point was jotted down into a notebook on Aaron’s lap. This wouldn’t be strange, of course, had Aaron not been holding a different notebook on the desk in one hand, flipping through the pages with the other. The pen writing away on his lap was no ordinary fountain pen, but also his equivalent to a ‘wand’. Of course, witches never used wands these days, but everyone had some kind of talisman through which their spells were stronger. Often, it was the first object they’d cast a real spell on, and in his lucky case, it was a tool that had written more essays than he ever would have on his own. He could only hope no one would see it; it was a trick he’d performed multiple times, in multiple classes, without fail. Still, it made him anxious - after all, his family’s reputation was thin enough already, he didn’t need more suspicion - but something about the risk was invigorating enough to keep him from stopping. | Name: Aaron Maevyn
Being: Human - Witch (‘Caster’, as he’ll tell you)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Aaron stands at an even 6'2. He's not a muscular man, being tall and lean and light. His hair is black, shining brown in bright light, with a thin silver streak near the front (a birthmark.) His eyes are a dark brown. His attire normally consists of semi-formalwear in public (a pair of good pants and a nice shirt). At home, his clothes are much more relaxed and 'exotic', a nod to his magical heritage. Under his shirt (or just plainly when not in public) he wears a few long necklaces. These hold pendants and charms given to him by his grandmother, who believes they help balance the soul and augment his magical ability. The feather earring and rings are also a nod to his grandmother, and though he'd never wear them in public, he wears them at home, to visit her, and while performing particularly advanced magic.
Powers: Aaron is a skilled witch (wizard? In any case, he prefers the term ‘Caster’) for his age. He can cast an array of simple spells without a word but still relies on a reference for more complicated and powerful spells. He’s particularly adept in potion making and medicinal uses of witchcraft.
Bio: Aaron comes from a long line of witches, though he is the first boy in his family to show any magical ability. His grandmother and two great-aunts raised him, and taught him everything he knows.
Currently, Aaron attends university for medicine. He aims to become a doctor and find a way to combine both medicinal witchcraft and modern medicine in an effort to improve them both, and to save lives.
Personality: Aaron is an earthy and decent fellow, a smart boy without a mean bone in his body. He’s clever and witty, somewhat feminine, but mostly remains genuine and courteous. Being a man raised in the early 1900’s he’s chivalrous and polite to all he meets. He has his gloomy side, as all people do, and his angry side as well. Though, more often than not he won’t be the one starting the fight, rather trying to break it up. He can definitely be a worrier, and sometimes he cares too much for his own good. He remains devoted to the sanctity of life and dislikes harming or killing anything without a reason.
He also takes pride in his magical heritage and steeps himself in it. It helps that he still lives with his grandmother and aunts in a large, old house filled to the brim with everything a witch needs to practice magic. He's become somewhat of an apothecary among his friends, who simply think he's good with home remedies.
Here it is finally! Forgive the lack of eloquence here, but I find if I try to make a sheet to the quality of a post it runs way too long. Wanted to keep it brief so more IC progress can be made. |
47,295 | 1,280 | 1 | 179 | 5,683 | Etrasus loved the library at Neworth University; it was honestly the only thing to keep him interested in staying. He had dropped by at various points over the many years; the nostalgia was what kept him coming back. That and, of course, a higher than average population of witches and the like in the community. Witches meant power, of course.
Then again, evolution of society had only made it harder for him to find good victims; burning witches that didn't join him in a display of public humiliation was no longer viable. Still, he had two minions, and they kept him satisfied. For now...
It was the period before a university-wide lunchtime, when students often came in to read, work on schoolwork, the like. He got the impression that students found him creepy, although he didn't particularly care. All he cared was that students put books back where they found them. The library was expansive and contained many decent works of literature. None from his glory days, although that wasn't too bad of a thing; he found early writings to be boring, except for, of course, the Spellbook.
He sat back and picked up the novel he was reading. The period would end soon, with a small trickle of regulars coming in, no doubt. This book was a rather grim romance novel written by one of his favorites. As he read, he kept a careful eye on the double doors leading into the library. | Name: Etrasus (demon and casting name), Edward (human name that he identifies himself as)
Being: Demonic Spirit, also interpretable as an “Evil Genie” that is fully independent.
Age: ~600-700 years; looks about 26
Gender: Male
Appearance:
In human form…
Tall, always wearing a business suit and with a grim face. His face is a bit memorable in that his eyes are a striking deep blue. People staring directly at him can also see very faint wisps from the spirit world, but not enough to be particularly suspicious.
Spirit(True) Appearance...
He has long lost a true form, instead becoming more or less a shifting concentrated mass of dark energy with a humanoid inner form. Those that can see him this way tend to also see illusions and clustered spirits on the side; his body is almost a prism around which spirits are more easily seen.
Powers:
-Conjuring: Although he is by no means a genie in powers, he can create simple things (a chair, a non complicated sword, etc). Simple in that more intricate things, such as flashlights or lamps, can’t be simply conjured up by him. This makes it impossible for him to actually create beings; since DNA is something that is more sophisticated than today’s top supercomputers.
-Summoning: He can call beings weaker than himself into the normal dimension, due to his affinity with both sides.
-Spiritual Connection: His origins are in the spiritual dimension, and therefore, he can switch between them at will, although he must always leave something behind so he can actually come back.
-The Spellbook: He has a spell book, many spells in which he knows, that is essentially a compilation of forbidden magics as well as things such as binding spells and resources a witch would have access to. More intricate spells are impossible for him to use without this.
The book can be stolen, but the magics within have a certain nature of luring people into the more corrupting spells; if kept with somebody for a long time they may well end up just as bad as he is. The book is almost indestructible by normal means but can be destroyed by specialty spells. If separated from it, he does not know exactly where the book is, but he is lured in its direction.
The most potent spell in this book is a ritual for him to absorb the power of souls.
-Illusion: Unless his opponent is intimate with magic or a genie, he can create illusions that seem perfectly real. This ability extends into dreams.
-Spiritual nature: Spiritual beings are almost impossible to kill but can be banished or bound to something. Banishment into the spiritual dimension or binding to an object or building is possible, but flat out death… well… it is about as effective as killing a dead person.
Bio:
Born in the middle ages, he fell victim to the Black Plague; a fate more than suiting him, considering he was probably the biggest dirtbag scammer and betrayer to be around. He became demonic due to exposure to the Spellbook, which he is so extremely fond of these days. It is said to have been created in the roman era with spells of its own that make it almost an entity in and of itself.
Long story short, the book’s enchantments allowed him to be connected to the normal dimension when he died. He went into the “business” of being “hired” by witches. Ever since then, he has tricked witches into thinking he works for them, all the way until they are completely dependent upon him. At that point, he kills them and takes their souls for more power. His greatest successes were some genies that he managed to pick up and absorb, although those powers he has found decay over time and become almost useless. His policy with them is to keep them as they serve his uses (often acting as extensions of his schemes to lure witches or other innocents in), and when he gets tired of them (or almost at the end of the time that he gets benefits from absorbing the last one) he uses a ritual to bind their powers to him and take their newly stripped of power souls into his own.
Personality:
Slick dealer, who can make himself look like your best friend in a time of need and proceed to backstab you when the time of need is almost over. That’s essentially who he is. |
47,296 | 1,280 | 2 | 1,201 | 1,278 | Alana was sitting in her Western Philosophy class, not really paying attention to what the professor had to say. She has already taken this class about 3 times. "If I have to take this horrible class one more time, I'm going to have to murder something," she thought to herself as the professor droned on and on. She could mouth the words he was going to say at this point.
She knew that she was going to have to do this all over again next year though as Estrasus made her do so because since it was a mandatory class, literally everyone had to take it and since everyone had to take it, if there was a witch on campus, this was the place to find them. She wasn't really in the mood for witch hunting but she really didn't have a choice. She scanned the room and made note of all of the possible witches in the classroom. Witches nowadays are usually good at concealing themselves.
Except for one of them in the back, using a magic fountain pen to take notes for him while he was doing something else. "Well, that was easier than the last one," she thought, a bit relieved at how easy the task had been. But she didn't really know how to approach him. Maybe she should just talk to him after class. Or would that be too sudden? She could pretend that she was interested in him, but that was a bit of a stretch. Or she could see if he was smart enough to 'tutor her' or maybe she could 'tutor him' since she was practically an expert and could teach the entire class herself. By the time she finished weighing her options, the class has already ended and most of the students were rushing out of there as fast as she could. She decided to confront him another day and made sure to memorize his face. | Name: Alana the Genie (last name might be revealed later in the RP as she 'lost' it when she became enslaved)
Being: Genie
Age: Appears to be in her Early-Mid 20s
Gender: Female
Appearance:
For the most part she appears human unless she transforms into another creature. Alana has long, dark brown wavy hair that reaches her waist. Her large, almond-shaped eyes are a brilliant amber, and she has a mole right below her left eye. Her lips are a soft, light pink that are almost always in a pout or frown as she has no more reason to smile. She is only 5"2 but seems taller since she has a habit of levitating instead of standing on the ground.
Powers: Reality Bending with Limitations: Alana as an all powerful genie, has the abilities to create things into existence, transform, manipulate other things and creatures, and just about anything her owner wants her to do. However, she cannot alter people's wills, passions, and other strong emotions.
Bio: Alana is Estrasus' genie and forced to fulfill all of his commands. Why? Well, you're just going to have to find out later on.
Personality: Alana is forced to be blindly obedient to Estrasus but she hates his guts. Most of her personality is gone due to the fact that he owns her so she appears lifeless and apathetic. Occasionally, she will make sarcastic remarks that reveals a bit about her true nature. She does have a soft spot somewhere but tries not to show it in fear that he may use it against her. |
47,297 | 1,280 | 3 | 153 | 828 | Emily sat straight backed in her chair inside the Western Philosophy class, a normal and comfortable posture for her, while other students around her slouched in their chairs, scribbled in their notebooks and generally defiled the meaning of being a student. She noticed such things out of the corner of her eye, but she focused her efforts on taking organized and detailed notes, color-coded and alphabetized. Her bag sitting on the floor next to her weighed nearly sixty pounds, filled with leather-bound notebooks for each of her individual classes.
Even though Emily attempted to be the picture of perfection, she couldn't help but to glance over her shoulder every so often at Alana, who she knew through her mentor, Sir Edward. That girl was very much Emily's senior, but for some reason Emily got odd vibes from her, though Emily maintained the code of seniority out of respect. Right now, however, Alana kept staring off in the direction of something else...
Emily's stormy gray eyes followed the course of Alana's gaze and they met with a boy. Emily hadn't thought of Alana as being lovestruck over some feminine looking boy with an odd earring, which made him look rather somewhat peculiar. Her senior's attitude was weird, and perhaps it was nothing more than a trivial fancy, but something about the boy stuck with her. Emily wasn't one to give her attentions to men, nor they to her, but she felt the hairs on her neck stand on end whenever she gazed at him for more than a moment.
He was either a trifle, or a puzzle, or both. Sir Edward would want to know about Alana's behavior today, that much was sure. Emily turned to refocus her full attention on her education, even if this class was droll.
It wasn't too much later that Emily shut her leather-bound notebook as that bore of a Professor, Hans Glemin, let the class go. Instinctively, Emily grabbed for her intricately carved mahogany handled umbrella, that was oh-so-much more useful than just to keep one's self from getting soaked in the rain that blanketed the area of Neworth at times. It was a family heirloom, functioned as an excellent cane, but most importantly of all it was her wand, the instrument with which she performed all of her magic, and her most treasured possession.
Sweeping out of the class was easy, even amidst the throng. Her family's status naturally parted the proverbial sea before her, and she made her way quickly to the library, where her mentor was sure to be lurking. Just outside the double doors, she made sure to smooth over her attire, which still looked miraculously meticulous even at this hour, and ran a hand over her hair to tuck one misplaced strand back into it's rightful place. She pushed quietly on the doors, and was greeted by Sir Edward lounging there, looking like he owned the place. As well he should! He had more power than any of these simpletons, and possessed more intellect than even the most esteemed professors who tried to preach their foolishness during each class.
Gathering herself, she greeted her mentor. “Hello, sir. How are you doing today?” | Characters who are Characters
Tenebris Anima
Leo Fortis,
but you can just call me Leo, sweet morsel.
Being: Familiar, Spirit - Lion
Age: Presumably ancient, though he acts somewhat immature at times
Gender: ?? (Looks male)
Appearance:
Leo's casual, every day form is that of a rather large golden-furred house cat with a lion's tail and a white mane of fur that frames his face and runs along his back in the way that lion's would. His eyes vary from light green to white depending on his mood - green for relaxed or happy, white for alert or angry. He weighs a substantial amount in this form, even though he doesn't look it, and when picking him up people tend to be shocked. He stands around knee height on women who are of average height.
In his Anima form, Leo grows to a significant size and sprouts wings. (The top of his head reaches 6 feet (183cm), and his wingspan is large enough to carry him in flight). He weighs in around 800 pounds (363kg). In this form, he is big enough to carry his Master and another one, preferably a female (unless forced to undertake carrying another one of those "males" around).
Powers:
Regular Form: Speech, basic magic abilities such as:
minor telekinesis (example: floating a small object)
minor manipulation of fire (example: lighting a candle)
minor manipulation of air (example: blowing out a candle)
detect magic (example: allows him to detect if magical creatures may be nearby (example: an average-sized gymnasium)
Anima Form: Speech, major magic abilities such as:
major telekinesis (example: floating a car)
major manipulation of fire (example: he becomes a dragon! lololol xD naw, like a fireball)
major manipulation of air (example: he uses his wings to manipulate gusts of wind that can knock a person/being over if unprepared)
major detect magic (example: able to detect magical spells cast within a large area (a two block radius) and able to detect if magical creatures are nearby (a block radius)
Additonal Information: His Anima Form is not something to be used frequently, and it takes a heavy toll on Leo unless his Master provides him with supplemental magical energy to retain the form. After used, Leo must go into a resting period of little to no magic use, as well as being stuck in his regular form.
Bio: Leo's contract to his newest Master leaves him unable to discuss his past Masters and Mistresses, but one thing is known for certain: Leo does not like male witches. When he was released from the magical grimoire he was imprisoned in, he wasn't exactly happy to have Aaron as his new Master. It's taken time for Leo to warm up to him, but now Leo has staked a claim on the young witchling (or Caster as Aaron insists).
Personality: Leo is usually laid back, in a dignified and proud sort of way, but a competitive streak runs deep within him. He is flirtatious with the fairer gender, but highly dislikes men – that is, except for Aaron, who Leo shares an interesting familiar–master relationship with. Leo likes to play pranks on Aaron, and generally get in the way of the young witchling. However, if Aaron were to get into real danger, Leo would step in to protect his Master with a ferocity. He adores eating "clouds" of all things, and has taken to eating cotton candy as a substitute, and makes sure Aaron knows that he needs a steady supply of the fluffy food.
Emily Rose Cain
Being: Human – Witch
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Emily is extremely well kept and proper – every hair laid perfectly in it's place, no wrinkles in her pristine clothing, a shine on her leather loafers, and a straight posture wherever she goes. She always has a polite smile and greeting at the ready, but somehow they feel fake. Her well-maintained bob is dark brown with faint golden highlights, and her eyes are stormy grey adorned by thick eyelashes. Her skin is a fair alabaster tone that has little to no blemishing, save for a small birthmark on her neck under her right ear in the vague shape of a star. To top it all off, her eyebrows are manicured to the tee – essentially the picture of perfectionism.
Powers:
To be decided.
Bio: With high expectations from her family, Emily has always been at the top of her class, and always been picked for class president. With no time to play, Emily made no friends and has spent most of her life living in text books, day in and day out, robotically. That was, until she met Edward and began to awaken to her Witch powers. Now everything is so much more fun!
Personality: Gripped by the severe complex that has been instilled into her by her family, she strives for perfection in literally everything she does. This pressure has forced her into a shell of herself, and has only recently found an outlet for all of her anxiety, depression, frustration, and jealousy.
While using her magic, Emily has never felt more free, and she has so much fun that she is prone to uncontrollable laughter, fits of twitching, and acts of cruelty beyond her normal scope – and has a hard time remembering what is right and wrong.
Characters who are more like NPCS
Rosalie la Forte
Being: ?? (presumably a Witch)
Age: ?? (appears late twenties to early thirites)
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Eccentric is the best way to describe Rosalie's appearance. She wears the largest floppy hats she can find, typically bedazzled with pearls and feathers. Her dresses are always cinched at the waist and poof out while they flow to the ground. She accentuates her outfits with pearl necklaces and many different kinds of rings studded with emeralds, sapphires, amethysts, and rubies. Her silky dark blonde hair reaches the backs of her thighs, though she normally keeps it in a long french braid and piled on the back of her head, with a healthy dose of pearls beaded throughout. Her eyes are light violet with flecks of yellow, complimented by thick mascara and smoky eyeshadow.
When Rosalie begins her magical conquests, she always starts everything off by changing into her witching attire as if by magical transformation. It comes complete with star and tarot themed accessories, and the biggest, floppiest pointy witch's hat she could find. She grows a reptilian-like tail and some scales appear on her cheeks and forehead.
Powers:
To be revealed throughout RP.
What is known so far...
Rosalie appears to be capable of manipulating the emotions and memories of regular humans and newbie witches.
Bio:
Rosalie appeared one day in Neworth, a mysterious and outlandish lady who claimed to own a large plot of land that the locals thought was haunted and had left alone for many years since the last owners mysteriously vanished. On this land is an incredibly large mansion, several guest houses, an observatory, an aviary, a green house and a large swimming area, several mausoleums – and none of it is being used, nor has Rosalie stepped on to the property since her arrival. Instead, she has been funding the University, the only stipulation being that she would be allowed to run a club at the University in hopes that some one, or several some ones, would help her with her problem.
Her club room is settled on a remote portion of the campus in a large greenhouse, run by Rosalie and some meager volunteers, who all quit soon after joining claiming weird things happen there. Come visit the Lotus Garden, and perhaps you will find out what Rosalie is searching for.
Personality:
She happy is quirky, oddly mysterious, usually leaning towards niceties than rudeness. She can be prone to quick and violent outbursts of anger if people push her the wrong way. Many gentlemen, and gentlewomen, have found themselves attracted to her and tried to woo her, only to find themselves maneuvered out of her way without knowing whether they were coming or going. Though infuriating in her own way, many people find it is hard to be mad at her for long, though they don't fully understand why.
Behind all of her magical tomfoolery and manipulation of emotions, she is remarkably the same as she usually is, though perhaps a tad bit more elusive. One thing is for certain, Rosalie wants what she wants, and she will not take no for an answer.
Oh yeah, tea time is a rule for her. No exceptions.
Kalen
Being: Will o Wisp
Age: ?? (appears youthful)
Gender: Male
Appearance:
A 1'1'' tall ball of hunky masculinity... sort of. He has feminine hints to his appearance, but his deep masculine voice is incredibly offsetting for most people who are just meeting him. He garbs himself in an emerald green silk tunic with golden embroidery, and black silk pants. At his waist is a pointy rapier.
When he disperses into wisp-form, he becomes green and white shimmering light.
Powers:
To be revealed throughout RP.
What is known so far...
He can disperse and coalesce at will into, and out of, light.
Bio:
Kalen is a will-o-wisp who obeys Rosalie's commands. (more to be revealed throughout RP)
Personality:
An obedient and immaculate servant, with a penchant for being overly-cautious. He seems to have a stutter when he becomes overwhelmed or excited. |
47,298 | 1,280 | 4 | 2,736 | 7,385 | Aiace could have actually shouted for joy when the boring class finally ended, had he not been about ready to just pass out again. How could anyone manage to make any subject sound so torturous? He had actually gone into the class kind of excited, too, hoping to actually learn something he could use. Instead, the only useful thing he seemed to be learning was that it was, indeed, possible to die of boredom and that it was even more possible for a tone of voice to actually be a murder weapon. That light he saw when he woke up about twenty-five minutes ago probably wasn't actually a reflective surface sticking out of someone's bag and shining the light in the room into his face, but the gate to the afterlife...
The tired thoughts flying about rather dramatically in his head were pushed back as he noticed the cluster of students trying to save themselves by exiting as swiftly as possible. Honestly, Aiace had the same idea, but it seemed that he was a bit slow to act upon it. I'd rather not push my way through...I'm still too drained... Sighing, he slung his bag over his shoulder and stayed leaning against the wall while he waited for the space to clear a little. Next time, I'll sit closer to the door...But I guess I can finish coming up with the recipes for the week for the time being.
Pulling his bag off his shoulder again, the bespectacled boy began to search for the notebook he had been writing his recipe plans in when he noticed the girl who just walked through the crowd of students as if they hardly even existed. That girl was pretty well-known, wasn't she? Top of the class in every way...at least, that's what he thought he remembered. It was pretty hard to forget someone who never seemed to have so much as an eyelash out of line, though. Of course, he didn't know her personally, he just saw her every Tuesday and Thursday in this class, a model student as always. How she remained immune to the toxic teaching skills of Professor Glemin was beyond him, but he doubted that he could actually get the answer himself.
Still, that would be quite a useful thing to know... | Name: Aiace "Rose" Cavallero
Being: Bakeneko
Age: Appears to be close to the age of 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Approximately 5' 7" in his human (or nearly-human) form with brunette hair that falls just below shoulder length. He usually wears it tied back, but in combination with his general face shape, it does sometimes cause him to appear a bit feminine to those not paying close attention. His ears and tail, when visible outside of his fully-human form, display a fur color a little darker than his hair. His eyes are an olive green color, usually hidden behind a pair of glasses.
As a cat, he's fairly small with dark fur and a split tail.
Powers: Poison Immunity - developed at some point during the transformation process, along with his apparent issue with his eating capabilities...
Nutrition from Nothing - he can eat pretty much anything. It doesn't mean that he never regrets it, however, for any number of reasons. He also has trouble avoiding uncovered corpses due to the nature of his abilities.
Shape Shifting - only for forms of dead bodies consumed. Their living appearance is used rather than their nonliving ones.
Bio: Aiace has been traveling for a while, trying to avoid being caught by curious humans and generally trying to get used to the changes in his life. At this point, he's mostly used to the surprises turning into a 'demon cat' has brought, with the exception of a few little extras here and there. As a result of his unfortunate habits that seem to have come along with his powers, he has become very interested in the realm of food, what makes it taste good, and how it could taste better.
Personality: Usually fairly polite and relaxed about many things, but very passionate when it comes to food and a little tense about the subject of test experiments. He has a bit of trouble eating things he's not supposed to, sometimes without even realizing it.
At times, he can act like a bit of an airhead and can be distracted fairly easily, but has had enough unfortunate experiences at this point to know when it's time to be serious. |
47,299 | 1,280 | 5 | 179 | 5,683 | Etrasus looked up as Emily walked in. He still marveled at how she kept her appearance in such high state, considering how he tended to not care about keeping his personal appearance in any particular state of perfection. Her unique personality and dedication had kept her around longer than she realized - not that he brought up what was an eventual fate for witches and genies under him typically. Then again, she continued to be useful, and he would not throw away such an asset.
As she greeted him, he responded with a "Ah, welcome... I trust the professor did not put you to sleep?"
He had met the professor a few times, and even in casual conversation he was a bore to listen to. He had no idea how he still managed to stay employed, he had to surely bore the headmaster... | Name: Etrasus (demon and casting name), Edward (human name that he identifies himself as)
Being: Demonic Spirit, also interpretable as an “Evil Genie” that is fully independent.
Age: ~600-700 years; looks about 26
Gender: Male
Appearance:
In human form…
Tall, always wearing a business suit and with a grim face. His face is a bit memorable in that his eyes are a striking deep blue. People staring directly at him can also see very faint wisps from the spirit world, but not enough to be particularly suspicious.
Spirit(True) Appearance...
He has long lost a true form, instead becoming more or less a shifting concentrated mass of dark energy with a humanoid inner form. Those that can see him this way tend to also see illusions and clustered spirits on the side; his body is almost a prism around which spirits are more easily seen.
Powers:
-Conjuring: Although he is by no means a genie in powers, he can create simple things (a chair, a non complicated sword, etc). Simple in that more intricate things, such as flashlights or lamps, can’t be simply conjured up by him. This makes it impossible for him to actually create beings; since DNA is something that is more sophisticated than today’s top supercomputers.
-Summoning: He can call beings weaker than himself into the normal dimension, due to his affinity with both sides.
-Spiritual Connection: His origins are in the spiritual dimension, and therefore, he can switch between them at will, although he must always leave something behind so he can actually come back.
-The Spellbook: He has a spell book, many spells in which he knows, that is essentially a compilation of forbidden magics as well as things such as binding spells and resources a witch would have access to. More intricate spells are impossible for him to use without this.
The book can be stolen, but the magics within have a certain nature of luring people into the more corrupting spells; if kept with somebody for a long time they may well end up just as bad as he is. The book is almost indestructible by normal means but can be destroyed by specialty spells. If separated from it, he does not know exactly where the book is, but he is lured in its direction.
The most potent spell in this book is a ritual for him to absorb the power of souls.
-Illusion: Unless his opponent is intimate with magic or a genie, he can create illusions that seem perfectly real. This ability extends into dreams.
-Spiritual nature: Spiritual beings are almost impossible to kill but can be banished or bound to something. Banishment into the spiritual dimension or binding to an object or building is possible, but flat out death… well… it is about as effective as killing a dead person.
Bio:
Born in the middle ages, he fell victim to the Black Plague; a fate more than suiting him, considering he was probably the biggest dirtbag scammer and betrayer to be around. He became demonic due to exposure to the Spellbook, which he is so extremely fond of these days. It is said to have been created in the roman era with spells of its own that make it almost an entity in and of itself.
Long story short, the book’s enchantments allowed him to be connected to the normal dimension when he died. He went into the “business” of being “hired” by witches. Ever since then, he has tricked witches into thinking he works for them, all the way until they are completely dependent upon him. At that point, he kills them and takes their souls for more power. His greatest successes were some genies that he managed to pick up and absorb, although those powers he has found decay over time and become almost useless. His policy with them is to keep them as they serve his uses (often acting as extensions of his schemes to lure witches or other innocents in), and when he gets tired of them (or almost at the end of the time that he gets benefits from absorbing the last one) he uses a ritual to bind their powers to him and take their newly stripped of power souls into his own.
Personality:
Slick dealer, who can make himself look like your best friend in a time of need and proceed to backstab you when the time of need is almost over. That’s essentially who he is. |
47,300 | 1,280 | 6 | 1,712 | 2,117 | The class was nearing completion, and while Aaron should have felt relieved, he couldn't shake a discomfort. It bothered him that he couldn't place it, and he looked around the room to see if he could find a cause. All he saw was a woman looking at him, who didn't seem very concerned. Bored, even. Still, he felt uneasy.
Just then, the class came to a close, much to Aaron's relief. The pen dropped, limp and lifeless in his lap. Reaching down, he completed the sentence it had been writing and packed it away, the notebooks into his messenger bag and the pen into the inner pocket of his jacket. Standing, he brushed what he could of his outfit smooth: a simple pair of black dress pants, some sensible black shoes, a soft pink dress shirt and a matching black suit jacket. It wasn't very formal, and nowhere near tailored, but it was pretty much on par with what most other students wore. Looking himself over as he pulled his jacket on, he couldn't spot anything glaringly unordinary. His charms were tucked into his shirt and out of sight, his rings were in his pocket, hair more or less neat... He couldn't see any reason why a girl would stare at him. The thought crossed his mind that she may fancy him, but he waved it away the instant it came. If for no other reason, he did not have the time for that.
He hung back as the other students tried to shuffle out all at once. He was in no hurry; this was his last class today and his aunts wouldn't expect him for a little while yet. In any case, he needed to get to the library before he went home anyway. He had a paper to write, and needed both reference material and a quiet place to get started. While he was free to use whatever magic he needed at home, the Maevyn crone residence was rarely quiet.
Leaning against a wall and taking little notice of the man nearby, he watched as a girl who looked like she'd bee cut out of a formalwear catalogue virtually parted the crowd on her way out. He'd seen her before, but never spoken to her. He hadn't really spoken to many people in his classes, come to think of it. It was easier just to be polite when required, after all. If he started making friends, he'd have a much harder time covering up his family's... eccentricities.
As he waited, he absently pulled at his earlobe, only to notice with horror that he'd forgotten to take his earring out. Paling, he pulled it out as quickly as he could and tucked it away in his pocket. Was that why that girl had been staring? He couldn't believe his own stupidity. Any classmate who glanced in his direction would have seen the thing, and his family definitely did not need any more suspicion. Half the town already thought they were Satanists, and his acting peculiar in public would not help. | Name: Aaron Maevyn
Being: Human - Witch (‘Caster’, as he’ll tell you)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Aaron stands at an even 6'2. He's not a muscular man, being tall and lean and light. His hair is black, shining brown in bright light, with a thin silver streak near the front (a birthmark.) His eyes are a dark brown. His attire normally consists of semi-formalwear in public (a pair of good pants and a nice shirt). At home, his clothes are much more relaxed and 'exotic', a nod to his magical heritage. Under his shirt (or just plainly when not in public) he wears a few long necklaces. These hold pendants and charms given to him by his grandmother, who believes they help balance the soul and augment his magical ability. The feather earring and rings are also a nod to his grandmother, and though he'd never wear them in public, he wears them at home, to visit her, and while performing particularly advanced magic.
Powers: Aaron is a skilled witch (wizard? In any case, he prefers the term ‘Caster’) for his age. He can cast an array of simple spells without a word but still relies on a reference for more complicated and powerful spells. He’s particularly adept in potion making and medicinal uses of witchcraft.
Bio: Aaron comes from a long line of witches, though he is the first boy in his family to show any magical ability. His grandmother and two great-aunts raised him, and taught him everything he knows.
Currently, Aaron attends university for medicine. He aims to become a doctor and find a way to combine both medicinal witchcraft and modern medicine in an effort to improve them both, and to save lives.
Personality: Aaron is an earthy and decent fellow, a smart boy without a mean bone in his body. He’s clever and witty, somewhat feminine, but mostly remains genuine and courteous. Being a man raised in the early 1900’s he’s chivalrous and polite to all he meets. He has his gloomy side, as all people do, and his angry side as well. Though, more often than not he won’t be the one starting the fight, rather trying to break it up. He can definitely be a worrier, and sometimes he cares too much for his own good. He remains devoted to the sanctity of life and dislikes harming or killing anything without a reason.
He also takes pride in his magical heritage and steeps himself in it. It helps that he still lives with his grandmother and aunts in a large, old house filled to the brim with everything a witch needs to practice magic. He's become somewhat of an apothecary among his friends, who simply think he's good with home remedies.
Here it is finally! Forgive the lack of eloquence here, but I find if I try to make a sheet to the quality of a post it runs way too long. Wanted to keep it brief so more IC progress can be made. |
47,301 | 1,280 | 7 | 1,201 | 1,278 | Alana waited for the crowd to clear up a bit before she left the classroom herself. She noticed the V.I.P. treatment that Emily got from all the other students, and while she wouldn't describe how she felt as envy, she was still annoyed. "She always has to act all high and mighty...just because of her good grades and rich parents," she shook her head. Emily was by no doubt, competent but she also was stuck up and kissed up to Estrasus all the time to the point where it was almost gross. "If only she knew how awful he is..." Alana never really liked her, though you could probably tell already. It wasn't anything personal, she just didn't like people like that. But Emily was a better person to have on your side than against so Alana was more than willing to put up with it. Besides if she could survive working under Estrasus for who knows how long, she certainly could handle Emily.
Finally, she was one of the last few people left in the room, the others being Professor Boring himself, along with students that wished to speak with him after class, and to her surprise, the witch himself. Alana bit her lips, unsure of whether to approach him or talk to Estrasus first. Nervously, she made her way in front of him. As she was about to talk to him she saw him take off his feather earring. "Don't. I think it looks great on you," she said, in her smooth voice that had a tint of an unidentifiable accent. "I know... it's kind of weird for me to come up and talk to you out of the blue, but I'm Adrienne." She lied about her name, only because it was the name she was using this school year. She pretended to reach into her purse, but created her own pair of feather earrings, though they were smaller, simpler, and more fashionable in her opinion. "See? So where did you get yours? I haven't seen anything quite like it."
She leaned herself back against the wall next to him. Maybe it was hard to tell but she wasn't trying to flirt with him, she wanted to see if he would become her friend or not even that, she would be satisfied if they became acquaintances. She was a bit confident in her socializing abilities, despite the fact that she didn't have any friends. It's not like it was because she was unlikable, but it was hard to maintain friendships when your soul belongs to an evil demon-overlord who travels around, trying to destroy witches all the time.
Alana was wearing a long green dress that felt a bit tight on her. Her hair was tied into a messy bun, something that Emily would disapprove of she was sure. Still, she had an exotic look to her that most men here admired but that wasn't the case with this young witch here, who seemed to have no interest in her in that way. Well, again, it's not like it mattered to her anyways. He's a witch. The boss wants her to find witches for him. Pretty simple, really. | Name: Alana the Genie (last name might be revealed later in the RP as she 'lost' it when she became enslaved)
Being: Genie
Age: Appears to be in her Early-Mid 20s
Gender: Female
Appearance:
For the most part she appears human unless she transforms into another creature. Alana has long, dark brown wavy hair that reaches her waist. Her large, almond-shaped eyes are a brilliant amber, and she has a mole right below her left eye. Her lips are a soft, light pink that are almost always in a pout or frown as she has no more reason to smile. She is only 5"2 but seems taller since she has a habit of levitating instead of standing on the ground.
Powers: Reality Bending with Limitations: Alana as an all powerful genie, has the abilities to create things into existence, transform, manipulate other things and creatures, and just about anything her owner wants her to do. However, she cannot alter people's wills, passions, and other strong emotions.
Bio: Alana is Estrasus' genie and forced to fulfill all of his commands. Why? Well, you're just going to have to find out later on.
Personality: Alana is forced to be blindly obedient to Estrasus but she hates his guts. Most of her personality is gone due to the fact that he owns her so she appears lifeless and apathetic. Occasionally, she will make sarcastic remarks that reveals a bit about her true nature. She does have a soft spot somewhere but tries not to show it in fear that he may use it against her. |
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