The Red Wings of Ultimate Smallness

[Ruhane Chiisai]

Yes, cheesy title is cheesy. Shut up.

Also, please don't post here. ^-^


ToC:
Page 1 - Important information
~ Roster
~ Lifemating info
~ Human characters and their bonded
~ other information as needed
Page 2-5 - Azrein
Page 6+ - Solos

 

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Roster

 

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Lifematings  

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Fling Listings

Romantic Interests

 

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Inventory

 

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Fanart

 

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Plushies/Fun Stuff (Shop-official)

 

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Current RP Log

 

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Past RP Log

Since the off-site forum's RP history has been wiped, a lot of my past RP has been lost and cannot be linked to or recovered. I'll try to find what isn't in that lot.

 

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Portrait

Name: Rutawny L'Fangh
Species: Halfling (Elf/Human)
Age: 19
Occupation: Miner, Guardsman on-call

Background:
It is not a far stretch for any occupant of the floating isle of Azreth to summon a light when in need of one. Most can conjure a small flame of some sort, which varies from one person to the next.

Rutawny L'Fangh is... Well, she's a little different. She prefers not to leave any open flames. What she conjures, instead, is an infusion into any stone she picks up, although she keeps a carved bit of Obsidian about her neck to use when necessary.

The infusion of her magickal energy into the stone manifests as a sundering in the stone, which glows with an eerie cast. She can push more of her own energy into the stone to put an orbule of dispellable light at a point on the stone, a sort of flashlight, if you prefer to think of it that way.

The stone at her neck is shaped much like a rat's head in profile, with the ear pierced to hitch to the thread she wears it on. The maw of the stone has a small crater, where the orb of light usually forms, and directs to produced beam outwards from it, allowing for precise light, when it's needed.

Fortunately, Ru is an oddity in more ways than just this.

For starters, this little girl sports gleaming emerald eyes, and a unique sort of 'curse' that she doesn't see that way. Thanks to an accident in her youth, Ru is actually somewhat afraid of magic. When she was four years old, she went for a ride on her father's Bonded Azrein. The pair trumpeted for joy as the stallion galloped through a field at the edge of the forest. She sat down with the Azrein and her parents for a picnic, and at some point wandered away, into the forest. She remembers why; the purple beast that keeps her company refuses to let her, despite best efforts.

Something called to her. Something important; something desperate and patient, something loving and panicked and hurt. Something needed her, and she felt that same need mirrored in her soul, as she moved slowly through the forest.

When her ears were giving off that fuzzy static, she finally heard a faint trumpet. Lost, and just a little blind in the forest's dark, the girl sighed and closed her eyes. She stood still, while she worked to pull at her energy, to concentrate it. When her eyes flung open to make use of her magick, though, there was a blast of light, and her ears set to ringing for the remaining moments of consciousness that waited.

The thunder of those hooves approaching was nothing to the nightmarish sight of them, bigger than she was and boring down. But she woke later, alive and... Well, mostly in tact. The assigned alchemist wasn't sure what to make of what had happened. He was thankful the burns hadn't been worse, but the explosion the large purple Ratzrein described left most of the listeners baffled.

Of course, it helped, surely, that the Azrein seemed to be a little too far off the lip of the isle.

It was shortly after that Ru swore off the use of her dowsing abilities to try and find anything but ores. Because of the commonality of it's use, she doesn't consider the magelight she can summon to be true magic.

The result of her curse, though is that the use of anything more powerful than a short-range dowsing leaves her about 3 inches tall, covered in purple fur, and sporting a long, prehensile tail that matches her Bonded Azrein's. The condition usually only lasts a couple days, unless she concentrates to repair it, but she occasionally finds she likes the ease of movement the smaller form provides. Especially with small cracks, when looking for those ores when you're a mouse.

Personality:
Due to events in her past, Ru is not exactly on 'speaking' terms with her magick. She uses it when it's necessary and lets it sleep elsewhen. Thanks to the Null Zone issue in her history, she bears a curse that means she doesn't much use anything big without some repercussions, anyways. There are times she will force the curse just to use the smaller form for needed things, usually by virtue of an extended dowsing or a bit of 'extracuricular farming' she doesn't tell people about. (Her mother always wonders why the pumpkins get so fat by harvest. The ginger and Cinnamon always do pretty well, too. Ru blames it on her Ratzrein, who doesn't mind the blame since it means free cookies.)

Otherwise, Ru is an outgoing little thing. She's not eager to make friends of everybody, but she will put her all into whatever she's doing. Employed alternately as one of the backup Kingsguard and as a miner, she pulls what she considers a decent living, even though there are others who can do better than her at finding some ores faster. She's quite confident with the other, job, though, and enjoys getting to use her broadsword in public.  

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Azrein Name: Rurat
Bonded: Rutawny
Status: Single (curious, but not looking)

Personality: Rurat is a valiantly-intended Azrein looking to make the world a better place. She's... A little... Broken in the head, though, due to an issue in Rutawny's youth that put them both in a null zone for too long. Obsessed with cookies and easily distracted, Rurat is a kind soul willing to spread the love of all things cookie... As long as you don't touch her magick cookie bag.

History: Prior to finding her bonded, Rurat was hiding in the null zone, for reasons she has, even over the years, failed to disclose. it's possible she doesn't remember, since, when they got back to Rurat's home, the Azrein was approached by an Alchemist who seemed eager to have her back to an order the horse claimed not to remember.

The Alchemist all but cried as he left in his carriage, and though some Alchemists still occasionally give the Azrein longing looks when they pass, none address her.

No one is quite sure where she got the magick bag, either, but it spews cookies on command, and upon being reached into.

Offspring:
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