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 Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 9:18 pm
Once, there were two civilizations which were incredibly powerful and strong. They were called Esterdell and Ellahar. They were considered two of the most intelligent people of their times. The two civilizations grew stronger, rising up and increasing their powers and stretching their territories across the land. These two civilizations soon grew into kingdoms, which bloomed into empires. The empires grew and prospered over the land; their militaries considered the greatest of Pangaea and were the most feared. Each lived beside each other in front of the ocean, also becoming known for their navy.
These two empires were each known to hold what they each called the 'House of Summoners.’ The House of Summoners were the most powerful piece of both empires. These summoners were able to summon either creatures that were thought to be from hell or powerful angels from the great beyond. These summoners studied deeply and practiced their arts, going until the ancient spells of the old tongue rolled off of their lips like hot butter.
It was then that the news arrived of a tidal wave. At first, it was believed that as long as the two empires were prepared to handle the damage afterwards that there was little to worry about. However only a single day had passed since the tidal wave had been discovered and did more horrifying news come to their ears. It was not just a tidal wave, but a massive tsunami that would crash over the two empires and destroy both them completely.
The only choice that the two empires could make would to be to use their greatest power: The House of Summoners. It was planned that the summoners from both empires would combine their powers and summon hundreds of beings and bring it together to form a single summon. Treaties were signed and for the first and last time of both of their histories both House of Summoners were joined together as one.
When the time came, the summoners combined their magic and in unison spoke a spell which allowed them to combine their spirits and creatures together to form one ultimate protector which they named Tidal. Tidal stood strong on the empires’ shores and as the tsunami wave came it was reflected back out into the sea. Both of the empires broke out in celebration, unknowing of the misfortune that would befall them. The countless mixing of beings of various elements inside of Tidal suddenly began to crack and mutate.
Very soon, the creature lost control. Lost between the darkness and light Tidal’s mind grew twisted and narrow. The summoners attempted to break Tidal apart into its individual parts but for a reason that has never been found they failed. Tidal then turned itself and first attacked its puppet masters. It killed nearly every summoner and soon turned upon what it had been born to protect. The two empires fell in hardly more than a whisper, reduced to nothing more than ashes and rubble.
Tidal moved passed the empires and onto the lands of Pangaea, destroying what lay in its paths with no motive or purpose. It has ruined what was solid stone into almost nothing. Tidal has taken countless lives of protectors and slaughtered the weak, oblivious to the tears and blood it has left behind.
…And now, after seven years of bringing down terror upon the world, Tidal has fallen asleep.
A few strive to reach out towards the light and pull themselves out from the ashes Tidal has rained on Pangaea. Only those who have the will and bravery have stepped up in an attempt to kill Tidal’s spawn- seven monsters that contain a single element of either fire, water, lightening, air, earth, darkness or light. Each of these horrible things contains pieces of Tidal’s powers. The only known way to kill Tidal is to destroy its power through the spawns. Many people are racing against time to kill all of the spawn and Tidal before it wakes up. If Tidal returns… there may be no one left to tell the stories of what used to stand on this land.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 9:19 pm
All guild rules apply to this role play. Tidal has only been on Pangaea for about eight to nine years. That's all.
Only bolded races need to be read.
Races and Geography:
Humans: Humans original roots are actually unknown. All that is known about them is that they originally arrived on Pangaea’s shores from the west in just three massive ships. From there their history is almost completely lost and the idea of them arriving here on three ships from the sea is considered to only be a myth. Humans, out of all of the other races have spread out across Pangaea and are known for being able to easily adjust to their surroundings.
Elves: Known far and wide for their tall thin bodies and pointed ears, Elves seem to posses an air of sharp swordsmanship and share deep roots in magic. An Elf usually possesses a large amount of skill with a physical weapon with a small amount of magic, but there are many who have turned themselves completely to the way of magic instead. They are also keen with the nature around them. Before Tidal struck their homes lay in the snowy north but freely allowed visitors to come and stay with them as they pleased. When Tidal came they were scattered across Pangaea. Elves now live together in small settlements and tend to keep visitors out instead of letting them in like they used to. However they are still more than willing to lend aid to someone who is need of help and are notorious for appearing out of nowhere to save people from spawn.
Divii Sokivs: The Divii Sokivs come from a frozen wasteland, where brute power and strength of mind is all that one needs. Able to withstand freezing temperatures for long periods of time and moving without food, water, or sleep for awhile. The Divii are known for their agility and dexterity even though some are stronger than most other creatures. They have more wolfish attributes and tend to travel in groups, yet some travel alone in training or just for no good reason except for their next meal. They come in many shapes and sizes yet are usually medium build and average height and tend to be mercenaries. One noticeable thing about a Divii are their ears which are slightly pointed, and their sensitive nose. Most also enter a blood lust stage when in peril called, Tai'Zyru. Which shows their wolf demon side more than anything. They have long lives but are not immortal, they tend to die fighting, finding it as great dishonor to die any other way.
Ferriles: Ferriles are like humans and cats mixed together with more cat. They are usually tall and have long limbs that are gangly and give them advantages in acrobatics. They are usually covered in a fine layer of fur which colors can range from white to black and any thing in between. They usually have paws instead of hands with an extra digit like humans so they can pick things up easily, and paws instead of feet. Sometimes they can have human ears but often times they have a pair of large cat ears which can hear very fine noises and sounds. Their eyes usually have a slant and resemble cat eyes and they have good sight except in day and at night. Often characterized by being clever and cunning you don’t want to mess with one in a battle of wits or strength but they are more susceptible to magic than most creatures. They also have to work twice as hard to develop their magic talents because they are not usually born with them. All Ferriles hate water whether it be rain, snow, lakes, or rivers (they will take baths), and they are very timid when it comes to things or people they don’t know. Since their hearing is so sensitive they don’t like a loud noise which is why they are often not found in cities but rather in forests and mountains. They prefer the night time rather than the day, their sensitive senses makes it easy for them to get around in the dark. They are very acrobatic, flexible, and agile due to their body structure and if trained right can have great strength.
Darisae: The Darisae are a small faction of "vampires"... Well, not exactly. A vampire would be the closest comparison you could make to them. Their population is under two hundred and there is, literally, only one city of their kind left. It is located in Harsky, about a two minute walk away from the former capital city of Harsky, Vesk. It is located underground and the only entrance to the city is a large rock wall that is now used as a landmark to travelers. The door is hidden; it's opened by someone chanting a spell to open the way. The city itself is largely destroyed as Tidal attacked it. Contrary to popular myth in Pangaea, Darisae still exist. It has long been thought that they are all dead.
The Darisae all have blood-red eyes. They are a physically, and magically, strong race. Darisae are only able to control one type of magic known as "Blood Magic". They are able to see perfectly in the dark and have an affinity for raw meat. Sunlight does not hurt them, but they are weakened in it. And, opposite of this, they have a boost during night. They can heal minor wounds in minutes, however larger one's require a healer. Darisae can go without sleep for long periods of time fine, but if they exert a lot of energy they must rest (like all creatures). They also have a lifespan similar to an elves, not quite though. They are generally weak to magic, except for ice and shadow magic. A Darisae is fairly weak to fire. If they come in contact with fire it is often extremely painful for them.
They look nearly identical to humans, on the outside. Their innards are much different. A large bone cage, similar to the rib cage, covers the entirety of a Darisae's stomach and chest. It is very hard bone and doesn't break easily, as is every bone in their body. It makes surgery nearly impossible. A Darisae can leap great distances, as well as fall, without breaking their bones. Other vital organs are usually shaped differently and located in many different areas than a humans.
Ibixians: The Ibixian is a creature that seems more like a goat that resembles man than a man that resembles a goat. Their legs are similar to that of the mythical Satyr, though the Ibixian have slightly larger hooves and a more stable third section of leg. They have a moderate layer of fur all over their body and thicker fur on their legs up until their belly button. They also grow hair on their heads and face which is longer than their fur on average, but it never grows more than 6 inches long. Their facial structures are reminiscent of a flattened goat face plastered over a human skull. Their ears are elongated like that of an elf's and have fur on and in them as well as directional control, like the ears of a Ferriles. Their horns also tend to be longer than those of a Satyr and curve like a ram's. The female's horns are slightly shorted than the male's. The average height before including horns of an Ibixian is 6 feet. Their society is highly magically aligned, and every clan has their own shaman and council of leaders. The clans never really meet, unless their paths cross in their nomadic nature. A clan is never larger than 50 people. They tend to be more comfortable in either deep forests or high mountains. Their fur is either white, black, or brown, more commonly brown. Since they don't have to concentrate on their magic as much, their skill usually just below that of the elves, they concentrate more on their strength, taking great pride in their sport, the caber toss, where they take a newly dead tree and toss it, comparing accuracy to a target with one another. They are usually very cautious around new people, but as soon as they get comfortable with someone, they tend to be the life of the party.
NOTE: You can create your own race if you want to and it will be added to the list, you aren’t restrict to just these two. (It’s thanks to my lack of creativity that the list is so short. <333) But just to let you know, I’m not going to accept something that’s like… a vampiric goat demon or something. Okay? :3
Lands/Kingdoms:
Most of the kingdoms on Pangaea have been broken apart thanks to Tidal. Because of this most of Pangaea consists of a few small settlements and towns and is often a victim of civil unrest. These are the few kingdoms that have managed to barely survive:
Ovreek: This human kingdom is small and broken but has still somehow managed to not become completely destroyed like the other kingdoms around it. Its population mostly consists of humans. Ovreek is unique in the fact that instead of being ruled by a monarchy it is ruled over by a council consisting of ten members. While this helps to prevent corruption it is also serves for slow decisions during times of crisis. Most of its kingdom used stretched over the western mountains, but now it only rests on a small portion of land it used to own. While the council still lays claim to its old areas only stragglers pass through the old mountains.
Harsky: Harsky used to be considered one of the strongest forces on Pangaea. Now it is only a shadow of its former self. Harsky’s people are a mixture of elves and humans. It was once ruled by a queen and king, but Tidal came and wiped out all of the royal family. Now instead of trying to helps its people the aristocrats of Harsky are constantly fighting against each other for the crown, only serving to further break the kingdom apart.
Isolde: All that remains of the grand northern elf kingdom is ruins. The only being that currently occupies Isolde is the ice spawn. Before Tidal came Isolde was a great city of the elves. The tall cliffs that the giant kingdom sits on protected the kingdom from almost any type of invasion. Despite this, Isolde was a kingdom friendly to travelers of almost any kind. Magicians and carts with ropes tied to them were the only way that people could reach Isolde. Now, with no magician ready to offer their services to take travelers up and all of the pullies smashed into bits, Isolde is a place that hardly receives almost absolutely no visitors aside from the ice spawn. It is now highly rumored to contain the souls that Tidal has killed.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 9:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 8:46 am
Gaia Username: MythicalYoko
Character Name: Blade (Eve Furrows) {Feritae Pallanén}
Age: Just about nineteen or so.
Race: Human
Power(s): Blade's main power is the gift of fire and the power of the shadows.
Weapon(s): Two double-bladed sword that can be broken into two separate blades. Blade never actually carries these around. Instead she "summons" them from the shadows whenever she needs them.
Appearance: Blade's complexion is on the fair side with jet-black hair. Her hair is cut short, just barely long enough to where she comb it a bit. But most of it reaches just the middle of her ear. Because of this Blade is usually mistaken for a young man. Her eyes are a sharp, ice blue, the middle parts of her irises looking like frozen spider webs with the inner and outer rings being much darker. When she taps into her shadow powers her pupils will either dilate to the point where her iris looks completely black or constrict until you can't even see a pupil. For clothes, Blade wears a tight stretchy one-piece of clothing, this way when she moves she doesn't any sound. Her clothes don't show off any of her skin although it definitely shows off the curves, and along with it she wears black gauntlets with black elven boots used for fast running and steady travel. Blade wears a leather collar around her neck that has silver in the shape of a feather hanging off of it. There's also a black leather belt that hangs around her waist that carries things such as daggers and whatever else she feels like shoving in it. Blade is usually always wearing a long black cloak, used to hide when needed to and is also used to keep her clothes from eyes. She will take it off while in battle. Blade stands at about five feet and nine inches, her height only helping her being mistaken for a boy. Along with this her voice is a bit deeper than usual for a woman and she's learned how to talk and act like a man to help herself in certain situations. Or just for playing along with people's mistakes. It does get tiring always telling people you're a girl! She is muscular for a woman, though she is still pretty curvy. Don't let this fool you- her punch is a hell of a lot harder than what you'd expect. Blade refuses to reveal how much she weighs. Lastly, she has a small black mole on the bottom left side of her left eye.
History: Blade was born with the name Eve Furrows. She lived in a settle too small to be a city but too large to be a town. This place, called Farwind, sat between two empires. She lived with her parents and two brothers in a very poor and humble home. The, one day, the family was forced to move when they couldn't pay for their taxes. They sold all of their belongings and moved. Eve was only six or seven when this occurred. Then, just a few hours to the new city that they were hoping to live in, Eve and her family were struck by robbers. When her mother had started crying and begged them not to take their money things had turned ugly. In the end, only Eve lived. Somehow, despite only being seven-years-old and having a broken leg, she managed to drag herself away from the mess to lay beside a river. She laid there for several days and was on the brink of death when elves appeared. They took the half-dead child and did the best they could with her leg before riding into town. Through another miracle Eve grasped onto her fragile threads of life despite the fact that she should have been dead. Then, once she was well-enough, the elves decided that since she had no other home and was so young that they would take her with them back to Isolde. From there, the rest is history. Eve was adopted and lived in Isolde with her new father, one of the knights that had found her, and the rest of her band of saviors. Then Tidal came, destroying Isolde and forced the elves to scatter. Eve, now named Feritae by the elves since her adoption, was taken with the original band of elves that had saved her along with the others that they had managed to collect. They moved far until they finally stopped and began to build a new home hidden away in the mountains. During that time her father put down his sword and instead turned himself to keeping records and books. Aside from studying Feritae would often play with other children and was taught how to control her magic. When Feritae was fifteen she suddenly told the elves that she would be leaving. When they learned that they couldn't convince her to stay they let her leave with their prayers and blessings. Feritae first traveled to the dwarves. Despite her being raised by elves and "stinking" like them she was able to get the dwarves to make her a pair of swords. How? Feritae discovered that she had surprisingly luck at gambling. She also cut her hair after she gained her weapons, not out of change or achievement but merely because it was becoming a hassle to maintaine. Through hard self-training and dedication Blade has become a warrior in her own right and shouldn't be taken lightly.
Other: Blade has a penchant for green apples. She can also play the harp quite well and enjoys drawing. Blade has a high alcohol tolerance and gambles whenever she needs money. Strangely enough, she tends to always win. She will, however, do small contests in bars during the middle of the day or early in the morning to get money from the men there if she feels like it.
Her magic was known since she was a baby but was never a problem. She could only heat things up. The fact that she could control fire was never known until the elves released the magic in her. However: Blade was not born with shadow magic. Rather it was forced into her body when Tidal stepped on her and pierced her with a claw when it attacked Isolde. Because of this the power is much more of a burden than anything else. While some people have been given strange abilities when touched by Tidal hers is more harmful than useful. The shadow magic makes Blade suddenly go ill. During these times her body is riddled with extreme pain. The dark magic is, in fact, killing her.
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Gaian Name: `Cookie Of Doom`
Character Name: Ebon Oensheld
Age: 20
Race: Darisae
Power(s): Ebon has a powerful dormant power called Blood magic. When he was a child Tidal attacked him, and sensed this power. Upon instinct the beast "locked" it, if you will. After many years this barrier on Ebon's power has weakened, yet he still cannot control it fully.
Blood magic is a highly powerful type of shadow magic that converts the shadows into a toxic type of energy that is highly explosive. This "energy" appears blood-red with streaks of black mixed with it.
Whenever Ebon exerts a certain amount of physical force, or when he uses Blood magic, the scar on his left arm will bleed slightly.
Ebon has developed many sword-affiliated attacks. It is a secret type of sword art developed by the Darisae. His weapon, Stalior, is magical and allows Ebon to use attacks of that nature.
Weapon(s): A legendary Darisae katana named Stalior. Ancient Darisraeic runes are edged along each side of the blade and some inscripted along the diamonds of the hilt. On one side of the blade, the runes read "Aaye, belegohtar! Sina Hyandae en' luhta khiluva panta tangwa tel morier!" and repeats on the other side. Along the hilt they read "Tenti haliolle!". The sword itself is an entity on it's own and can telepathically have conversations with Ebon and a few others. It is the spirit of an ancient, fierce, and powerful Darisae warrior.
The inscriptions on the blade translate into "Death by Blood!" and along the hilt "For Honor!".
Appearance: Garbs himself in a large, dark blue cloak that covers the entirety of his body. His shirt is made of a very fine black silk, which has been decorated with symbols. His pants are completely black. He wears a brown belt lined with gold stripes, which holds his rations. Stalior resides in it's sheath, which hangs from his belt as well. His clothes, including the cloak, is a very light material, yet very strong and durable. Ebon has long dark-blue hair, and the back part of his hair is kept closely tied together with a hard, white linen cloth. It isn't tied to about thirty centimeters from the tips of his hair. The front side of his hair is usually kept scattered about, but clean non-the-less. Ebon's eyes are red. He is quite built, but doesn't appear so. His left arm has one big scar which spreads from the top of the shoulder and down to his wrist. He's a little above average height.
History: Ebon was born into a bandit camp. His mother and father had been taken as a hostage by a group of them, but his father was killed immediately afterwards. His mother had died in childbirth due to the horrible conditions. The thugs ended up killing everyone else, and almost Ebon as well but he was simply saved, in an indirect way, by another group of bandits! This new group of bandits had slaughtered the others, taking any spoils they could. However they left Ebon there to die.
Found shortly afterwards, thankfully, by creatures known as Darisae, Ebon was taken back to their society out of pity to what had happened to him. These people soon realized that Ebon was actually of their kind. His foster father was a scholar of monsters and such, and this trait began to rub off on to Ebon. And guess what? His foster mother was a cook! Of course, he had to get his own traits, and combat seemed to be one of them. He began his training which mostly consisted of hand-to-hand and blade.
Ebon barely escaped the hands of death at the age of eleven, but his foster mother gave her life for his. The creature attacking them was no other than Tidal. Ebon didn't escape that encounter completely unscathed though. He would forever bear the mark that Tidal left on him... Well three marks. One, the sealing of the the power he was going to develop, Telekinesis. That is the only reason he lived the encounter, his dormant power made itself known and saved Ebon. Unfortunately Tidal took notice of this, and to his knowing, completely destroyed any chance of Ebon ever using that power again (by sealing it). The other mark he left on him was a scar that Ebon would forever bear across his left arm. And the last mark, another scar, would be cut into him psychologically.
At about the age of sixteen, Ebon left to seek 'adventure', as he so called it. He mostly wanted to kill Tidal, you know, because he gave him a "scar". "Aside from the fact that Tidal killed so many people and such, giving me this scar was just too far..." As you can tell, Ebon is a playful type of person. He kids around a lot, but not when things start getting serious. He's learned from past experiences that being a joker when people were serious never made things better. Contrast to his exterior though Ebon is very intelligent, often picking up on the "little details" before others. A lot of the things he says have two meanings.
Before he left, his elven village decided to give him a parting gift, the Legendary Elven Sword Stalior! Imagine his surprise when they gave it to him. They said that Stalior would be best left with Ebon, and he, of everyone there, deserved it most.
For the next four years, Ebon traveled the lands, while still training vigorously. He met many people, learned many things, but still kept his same old 'cool-guy attitude'. He has no fear and acts that way. When he learned of the Spawns of Tidal, he set out to kill them. And then he would kill Tidal.
Other: As a hobby Ebon has read a vast amount of books, greatly increasing his knowledge. It's not all Brute, you know. The books are mostly of a breakdown of the many types of species and monsters encountered in history. He has also read many cooking books. Call it weird, but damn that's good cooking!
On very rare occasions Ebon has entered a sort of "sleep-walk" state during a fight, where he appears to lose consciousness but continues battling. One thing that is clear is that Ebon is faster, stronger, and uses his Blood magic in this state. The causes are unknown.
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Gaia Username: Eva Emaria
Character Name: Silver Lark
Race: Half-elf, half-human (how's that for splitting hairs? whee )
Age: Unknown, looks to be in her late teens, early twenties at oldest.
Weapon(s): Twin broad swords: One is longer than the other, thinner, and used for attacking, the other is shorter and broader, used for defense. Also, two daggers, one kept in her boot top and the other kept twined in her hair carefully.
Abilities/Powers: Knows some of the ancient language, only enough to summon a particular creature. She is skilled with her swords, a recurved or long bow, her daggers, and, if necessary, a staff.
Appearance: Tall and willowy at the height of 5' 9", she has naturally tan skin and bright, almost irredescent, blue eyes. Her hair is long and pale, almost white, parted on one side, and is kept twined high on her head to hide the sheath of her dagger. Her features are classic on a round, elegant face. Her ears are slightly less pointed than a normal elf's, but she moves with just as much grace with her normal limbs. Her clothing mostly consists of a white shirt, black tunic, black sword belt, dark blue leggings, and black knee-high boots. In the extreme cold, she will put on a fur-lined white cloak.
History: The daughter of a summoner and his elven bride, she never knew her father, because he left to serve the House of Summoners and he was killed by Tidal before she had a chance. When she was born, something went wrong with her left leg, and now it drags behind her in a funny sort of limp. Her mother died from heartbreak, leaving Silver as a young girl to be raised by her village. Now that she's grown up, she is ready to try and seek revenge for her father's death, despite her physical limitations. She was trained by the local guardsmen as best as they could, and she is very determined.
Other/Extra: The guardian spirit she is able to summon is a giant wolf-like creature, white with fierce blue eyes that glows like the moon. It is actually the spirit of her father, Ceris, though she doesn't know that. He has the ability to summon snow and ice.
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Gaia Username:Alika-chan
Character Name: Doina Caliumdruid
Race: Elf
Age: 25
Weapon(s): She doesn’t carry any weapons, only a wooden flute made from Osage Orange and Fishtail Oak. Doina says it was crafted by the magic of an High Elf but it appears to be nothing more than a simple flute.
Abilities/Powers: Doina is one of the elves that turned completely to magic. Her specialty is casting spells using her voice. She sings incantations that has the power to heal or immobilize someone.
Appearance: Doina has a dark complexion, her skin in a milk chocolate color that seems to glow in the sun. Her head is covered in light purple curls that come down to her shoulders and partly cover her long pointy ears. Her eyes are large and dark green, giving her a look of innocence. She appears to only look like a young teen age girl, despite her age and she usually uses that fact to her advantage.
When she’s traveling with her band of singers and musicians, known as the Sisterhood of Itare, she wears an array of colorful clothing and costumes. It usually consists of a ruffled white top and a long flowing skirt in one color, completed with different colored scarves and beaded jewelry. Her normal clothes consist of a white top whose sleeves end at her elbows and go out in ruffles. She wears a long skirt, a deep red color that’s tied with a dark purple sash. Even though she loves jewelry and would like to wear many necklaces, bracelets and rings, she wears a simple necklace of shiny green beads. All of that is covered by a simple brown cloak, with a hood.
History: Doina lived in a small little village hidden among large twisting trees of Fishtail Oak. She was the youngest child of a family of merchant elves. Her elder sibling was her brother, Agceil. The two had a close relationship, she idolized him and he fiercely protected her. It was because of this protectiveness that Agceil dedicated his life to becoming a master swordsman. It was what lead her to study in healing magic, so if he ever needed it, she would be able to help her beloved brother. The two continued in their studies, spending time with each other and showing what they had learned when they could. And it remained that way until Tidal appeared.
Her brother was in the front lines to protect the village. They didn’t stand a chance. Doina’s village was destroyed and the survivors scattered themselves to other places to avoid the trail of death Tidal brought. Doina was with a group of fellow appetencies and ran with them, not knowing the fate of her brother and other family members. She was sixteen when her only home was destroyed. Instead of succumbing to sadness she tried to keep her spirits up, by thinking that maybe her parents had survived and her brother as well. With that hope in mind she continued to practice her magic craft, combining her singing talents with to make them uniquely hers.
The group of appretences formed the Sisterhood of Itare, who traveled to different settlements and towns to bring cheer to peoples live to combat the pain Tidal brought. Doina is the main attraction, as she uses her gift of song and magic to put people at ease. As she travels she hopes that one day she could find a trace of her family. Any news about the Spawn makes her think of her brother so she’ll tend to run off to where one was sighted in hopes of getting a clue about her family.
Other/Extra: Doina loves all types of jewelry, from necklaces made of colorful glass to real jewels and gold. Shiny items will catch her attention and she'll tend to drift away from whatever task she was doing to check out the item. She tries to hid this weakness of hers but the bigger the jewel the harder it is for her to ignore it.
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Gaia Username: Fool Me Twice
Character Name: Grenth Maurin
Race: Human
Age: Twenty-Five
Weapon(s): Two long kukris (roughly two feet long, shortsword length) that hang from his belt, sheathed, in an X formation just below his lower back. He also carries a long single-edged sword best described as, unfortunately, a straight katana. It hangs from his belt on his left side. (I really try to avoid mentioning katanas in profiles…) He’s also a skilled hand-to-hand fighter, and can use a bow relatively well, but never carries one.
Abilities/Powers: Grenth can teleport, put simply. He simply pops out of reality and reappears at his destination with only a slight whooshing sound. It takes motion for him to initiate teleportation, though, so he cannot do it if he is completely immobilized. If, say, he were tied to a chair, it would still be possible for him to teleport if he managed to tip the chair over. Grenth can bring people with him when he teleports, but doing so can exhaust and disorient the person. He can teleport stationary objects as long as he’s moving, but doing so requires far more energy than teleporting a moving object, and attempting to move a stationary object too large could harm or possibly kill him. It’s possible for Grenth to drastically increase his speed when teleporting, meaning not only that he always comes out faster than he started, but also that he can come out of a teleport with amazing force, allowing him to do incredible damage with a weapon. Using this power is like using a muscle; he can do it rapidly for a short time, but must then rest or do it only lightly until he has regained his energy. Grenth can only teleport to places he’s seen before.
Appearance: Grenth is of average height, standing about six feet even. He has the body of an athlete and a warrior, lean and muscular but terribly scarred. Most of his scars are on his chest and back, though a few have found a place on his face. His roughly shoulder length hair is dark brown, nearly black, and is sometimes put in a low ponytail. Grenth’s eyes are a metallic grey color, nearly silver. He usually wears tight fitting white long-sleeved shirts, loose but not baggy black pants, and boots. Black, lightweight leather armor is worn under the shirt, and black metal armor is worn on the shins and forearms. His leather gloves have rounded metal plates sewn into the knuckles, so his hits do a little more damage. He wears a cloak a lot of the time because he never knows what the weather will be like, and because it confuses an enemy when he comes out of a teleport. A small silver cross hangs from his neck.
History: Grenth was born in a small fishing village. The village was relatively far out of the way, and the people there could make just about anything they needed. More important things, such as medicine, certain tools, and animals were bought from a traveling group of merchants that would pass by the village every few months. Because of how far they were from everyone else, bandits and the like almost never found them. He was eight years old when they were finally attacked. Grenth was standing on a local cliff when they came, and in his haste to get back to the village he tripped, and fell off the edge. After that, he was lost in a sort of void. It was cold and dark, but not empty. He could feel other things around him, but he couldn’t see. And then he was in his home, reappearing in an instant at the place where his bed used to be. The village was destroyed. Burnt and mangled bodies littered the ground. This was a lot for him to handle, being eight years old. Grenth lost consciousness
He awoke several days later in a makeshift bed in a traveling wagon. The traveling merchants that came to the village every few months had stopped by and found him at entrance. They told him that he was the only survivor, and that he was barely alive when they found him. Grenth eventually accepted the loss and started a new life with the merchants as he slowly learned to use his new powers. After a few years he got good at it and they started to use him as a way to move a decent amount of supplies to small villages without moving the entire caravan. By the time he was sixteen, they realized that he could be used for protection. They gave him his first sword, the one he still carries now, and allowed him to walk at the front. He was already somewhat skilled with a sword, as one of the merchants used to be knight, and had taught him about how to handle a weapon.
A few days after he turned eighteen, Tidal attacked the caravan. He had seen the kind of devastation the beast could cause, but this was something entirely new. He watched the people he’d come to consider family die, burnt alive. He was frightened and, unable to control it, teleported away. He returned several hours later and found that he was the only survivor. Like many others, he felt the need to fight back. You can’t stay sad forever. He salvaged what he could from the ruins, including his Kukris. They were the most valuable thing the caravan carried, ancient but sharp as ever. The rumor was that they were crafted by dwarves, but no one knew. He buried the dead, picked up his weapons, and left the caravan in search of tidal and people who could help him kill it.
Other/Extra: He eats like a horse, especially after he’s been teleporting. It’s rare to find him without food. He travels all the time and knows a lot about the world. If you need info about a place, he probably has some. He has an extremely high tolerance for pain.
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Gaia Username: lord-earthcraft
Character Name: Seraphis Darkstar
Race: Half-Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 48 (appearance is of a man in his early 20’s)
Weapon(s): A tall, oaken staff, covered in arcane runes
Abilities/Powers: Offensive arcane magic, minor defensive arcane magic and a few natural shadow abilities.
Appearance: Seraphis stands at 5’10”. He has longish, wavy, mousy brown hair and piercing, emerald green eyes. His complexion is somewhat pale and his face is thin with sharp, angular features giving him an alien, but haunting beauty. He has a thin, lithe build that is slightly toned (though, barely enough to notice). He is almost always clad in dark, embroidered robes. He owns three, one in black with silver embroidery, one in a deep red with gold embroidery, and one in forest green with no embroidery (his low key robe), all of which have cowls. When he’s not wearing a robe, he’s dressed like any other commoner you might find on the street.
History: Seraphis Darkstar was an orphan at the beginning of his life. He was found by humans and taken back to a small farming community where he was raised by his adoptive, human parents. No one knew what happened to Seraph’s biological parents. All the people of the village knew was that Seraphis was found one stormy night as an infant, screaming in the middle of a field all alone. Seraphis never learned of his lineage, nor did he care to. Yes, he was always curious, but the people around him were what mattered most. At an early age (about 12 years) Seraphis took an interest in the art of the arcane. This passion began when he encountered a traveling performer, an old illusionist, who preformed astounding feats of magic. Seraphis was awed by the display. The wizened old man noticed this and, after a conversation with Seraphis and his parents, decided to take the Half-Elven boy into his apprenticeship (I could go more in depth about the situations surrounding this, but, for the sake of being brief, I will not). Seraphis studied under Derimar the Wise (this was the man’s formal title, though he hated using it these days) until he reached the age of 31. It was in that year that the old man declared that he was fit to study on his own. It was also in that year that Derimar’s age finally caught up with him. He died shortly after Seraph's apprenticeship ended.
Seraphis continued his studies in the following years. It was during his self study that he discovered his innate ability to wield the power of the shadow. Where the other magics exacted a toll on his stamina after each use, the shadow magic had no apparent adverse effects. It actually felt good.…almost right. This discovery frightened Seraphis as everything he had ever read regarding shadow magic referred to it as the power that exacted the highest price. Because of this, he rarely uses his dark powers even though they are the most powerful of his abilities.
At the age of 37, Seraphis fell in love with a young human girl named Burenna. Compared to the other girls in the village, she was quite beautiful, but what attracted Seraphis the most was the way she sang. She had a light, airy voice that practically lit up a room when she chose to use it. It was a siren song that Seraphis could not get out of his mind! They spent two happy years together. On the second year, Seraphis proposed to Burenna and she accepted.
Two days later, Tidal came and put an end to their plans. Seraphis was gone to one of the few cities that would survive Tidal’s campaign of destruction. When he returned to his village, all he found was smoking ruin. Burenna, his parents, everyone he knew and loved.….. Dead. It was then when he took on the surname of Darkstar to signify the change that had occurred within him on that day. He moved to the city and continued his studies at a feverish pace, bent to avenge his village and his true love. He contented himself with furthering his arcane abilities as he could find no books on any creature even resembling Tidal. Seven years later, Tidal finally slept...and Seraphis Darkstar began to move....
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Gaia Username: Vahni_BloodRain
Character Name: Vahni Blood
Race: Divii Sokiv
Age: Looks to be twenty to twenty-three.
Weapon(s): Carries two katanas with deep scarlet handle wraps and black scabbards. The blades themselves are a black with strange wolf engravings on either blade along with strange runes, the tsubas(Sword Guard) have bamboo forests and wolf depictions carved into them. His other weapons are strapped onto a harness he wears. Six slim throwing knives then two larger knives holstered under either arm, both one sided and black bladed, strange feather markings on the right one then vines on the left one. And then one knife strapped to his hip that he uses for hunting, it has a strange worn horn for a handle.
Abilities/Powers: Has some wind elemental abilities along with being able to fly with his strange wings that he can make visible at certain times when needed but it is rare to see him use his wings for it is an oddity among his kind. He is also a very capable swordsman and hand to hand fighter.
Appearance: His most notable feature is a scar directly under his right eye that goes straight down from the middle bottom of his eye to his jaw line. On many occasions the wound under his right eye is reopened. He is usually always seen with his maroon, black, or white headband, along with his strange gauntlets that change from silver and black with maroon lacing. His gauntlets clawed tips able to shred most armor when he puts effort behind his blow. His eyes are usually a passive pale violet, sometimes they turn to a neutral scarlet or emerald but it is only when his emotions shift. His skin complexion is usually a light olive, yet he is marred with many scars underneath his clothes from past fights when he was younger. His dark ebon hair is to his jawline in the front and comes up slightly as it goes to the back and is held back most of the time by one of his headbands. He also has three tattoos, a tribal wolf with forelegs and hind legs outstretched with a tuft of hair prodding up at the top of the neck, these tattoos are black on top and scarlet on the bottom with a emerald dot on the forehead. He has one on both forearms and one on his upper back. He usually wears a pair of black pants and a tight banded maroon, or white shirt.
History: Vahni has a skewed past but is most known as a mercenary, spy, or assassin. Sometimes willing to help people for no charge for being kind but is rarely seen with others. Not much is known from his childhood except for his strange actions at dinner and his manners. But what is known of him is that he has traveled the world with many friends who have died or left him for certain reasons, now Vahni does not trust himself with another's life for fear of failing in his duty to protect another. Now he travels from town to town looking for work or an interesting tale. He is known to drink far to much and sleep at the bar until kicked out. The scar under his right eyes is from a old acquaintance who bested him, thinking he had killed Vahni he left him to die.
Other/Extra: Vahni has many strange habits such as never leaving his hands bare to show his slave brands and strange scars on his hands. Many are old and for his long lived life many bring him to drink himself to sleep or delve into other types of things to forget his memories. He also tends to be very quiet at certain times.
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Gaia Username: KidMental
Character Name: His name is Falconer, though he doesn't mind if you call him "That guy" or related.
Race: Human
Age: 15
Weapons: A long sword, bow and arrow, dagger and a sock with a rock in it. You can never have too many weapons.
Abilities/Powers: Is proud of his speed and the fact he can pickpocket almost everyone.
Appearance: A rather thin and dirty young man, his odd dark blue hair is long (reaching his shoulder)and hopelessly messy and smelly, the guy is in desperate need of a haircut...and maybe a shower.
Falconer has great vision, necessary for someone like him in the thieving business. Falconer for some strange reason has the permanent look of sleepiness on his face, which if you cleaned off all the dirt and God knows what else, would reveal that he was pretty decent looking, though not someone with a face that would launch a 1000 or so ships from Greece in order to save. Or something.
His clothing is dark and also unsurprisingly dirty. Any fashion obsessed freaks would probably cry at the mismatchness of it all. The pant legs are ripped at different heights, the sock's thick and different coloured and the shoes were once boots that had been ripped open due to the fact that they are a few sizes too small into weird impromptu sandals. At least I think they're sandals.
History: Falconer has spent most of his childhood living off scraps and stealing from everyone, be it the elderly and weak to the young and strong. His odd fighting style has developed from years of fighting off angered people. Falconer is too young to remember what the Tidal specifically was, but he knows its something bad.
What? He doesn't know how to read or write! And whose going to talk to a dirty, filthy-mouthed (literally and figuratively) 15 year old on an Apocalypse related event? Seriously.
Others: ...He likes chicken and is quite eccentric.
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Gaia Username: Chibi Angel-chan
Character Name: Chi Kamisama
Race: Ferriles*description of race at the bottom*
Age: 16
Weapon(s): She carries around two rapiers both the same length (around the length or her arm or so) and both made out of silver. Both have little chains attached to the ends with different symbols hanging off. One has a paw print to symbolize her connection to nature and the other one has a set of wings attached to a bell to symbolize her dreams and innocence. She also carries around a bow made from oak wood and if its tip is rested on the ground it goes up to her thigh.
Abilities/Powers: Chi wasn’t born with a very developed power. She could drabble in magic but was never able to control any of it so she thought it pointless. In contrast her physical abilities out match many a person. She is exceptionally agile and has incredible reaction time. Her senses of sight, smell, and hearing are way above average so much that she would be able to smell someone before they had a chance to get with in 50 feet of her. She is also an extremely good acrobat and is able to jump across large gaps and up rather high. Her strength has gone beyond what most people would expect and her martial arts and weaponry skills are very advanced.
Appearance: Chi stands about 5’2 off the ground and has a slim build. Her eyes are slanted and have the appearance of cat eyes, so they are green and narrow and at night if a light catches them right they will glow like a cats eyes do. Her fur is really pale giving her the appearance of almost being pure white, and her hair is pale pink shoulder length that she always keeps in low pigtails in red ribbons. Instead of normal human or elf appearing ears she has a set of large cat ears that are pure white and inside the ear it is a warm shade of pink. Her body is rather gangly and her limbs appear to be to long for her body which gives her a rather awkward look to most people. Instead of hands she has a set of four paws each with an extra opposable thumb sort of digit making it easier for her to grasp things. Each paw has a set of sharp claws that if needed could rip through human flesh and she has bone crushing teeth to match. She also has a slim tail that has a large red ribbon attached to it. For clothing she usually wears a white robe that goes a little past her thighs. It has red borders and she wears a red sash tied around her waist in a bow, underneath that she wears a pair or red pants that are kind of puffy. She usually doesn’t wear shoes because it is uncomfortable for her. Around her neck she wears a red collar that has a gold bell attached to it.
History: Chi was born in a small mountainous village that was rather separated from the rest of the lands. She lived with her mother, her father, and her three older brothers. If being the youngest wasn’t already hard everyone else in her family was born with a power. Her brother’s would mercilessly tease her about it and her father would always have this disappointed look on his face. Her mother was rather sick all the time and since her father was always at work and her brother’s were always going off to school Chi often had to stay at home and care for her mother. She would spend her spare time when her mother was resting reading books about magic and adventures and she always wished that she could go on one. When the time of Tidal was going on her puny village was evacuated as fast as possible which still wasn’t fast enough. Hit by Tidal’s immense power Chi watch as her family perished before her eyes and she was flung to some part of the mountains she had never seen before. Fortune was smiling on her that day as it happens and she was able to find her way to a small village that had some survivors of the devastating attack. Quickly the small village was rebuilt and the remaining survivors lived under a great martial artist, Fu Shi who taught all the confused and young people who had also been either orphaned or separated from their families, the way of a martial artist. As it happen Chi was exceptionally good at martial arts and surpassed many of the children there very quickly. Soon instead of going to a practice she had already mastered she would go and explore outside of the village each time she did this she would go a little farther. On her sixteenth birthday Chi told Fu Shi that she was planning on leaving for a while. Nodding and understanding that she has always longed to journey outside of the village he gave her the weapons she now holds, the two rapiers. He told her that they were his birthday present to her and that he had a feeling she was going to leave so he had prepared them early. Smiling she hugged her sensei, said goodbye to all the little children and left on an adventure to achieve her dreams.
Other/Extra: Chi is very good with children and loves to care for people very much but is rather untrusting at first and won’t give you her trust until you prove that you are trustworthy. Due to her hyperactive nature she is very energetic and many people find that a turn off, due to this she gets easily distracted by any thing and often times has a short attention span and can’t remember things because she isn’t listening half the time. Chi also loves to be in nature and has an uncanny ability to attract animals, especially cats.
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Gaia Username: Skully-verse
Character Name: Talon Garde (Tal to closer acquaintances.)
Race: Divii Sokivs
Age: Seems to be early to mid twenties.
Weapon(s): Talon mainly carries a long, but plain, double-edged-two-handed sword. It's hilt is made from the same material as the blade, covered by a long strip of thin black leather twined around it as a grip, which is worn from years of use. She tends to call it Mother. She also carries two daggers: one is short, with a hooked end for gutting and ripping, and kept extremely sharp. This one she calls Sister. The other is longer, and curved ever so slightly, called Brother. Her last weapon is a heavy crossbow, the only intricate piece of equipment she owns. None of her weapons have any special charms or magic.
Abilities/Powers: She is very skilled with both hand-to-hand and weapon combat, though specializes with ranged weapons. Her power is the ability to control ice, make it form like frost on someone's skin or cover them with five-feet-thick, solid and pure ice. She next to never uses this, for she finds it unfair to use.
Appearance: Talon is neither ugly nor beautiful. She's average, if not a little like a man with a strong jaw and wide shoulders. She stands only five-foot-seven-inches tall, and is more muscled than curvy. A tattoo of a charm unknown to most people today is just below her back, peeking out of her pants when she stretches. From behind, you may be able to tell she's a woman from the way she walks. Her brow hair is just a little longer than stubble and feels like velvet. Her eyes are a deep brown, but not so that they are black, and on certain days they may turn a warm golden colour. Her left ear has a small silver hoop earring with an emerald bead.
As for clothing, she prefers practical leathers and cloths over fancy silks and satins. Over her chest undergarment, she wears a thin, sleeveless chain mail hauberk. On top of that is a loose white cloth shirt with long sleeves that are usually rolled up above her elbows and a light leather vest. Dark brown doe-skin trousers hug her legs comfortably, and on her feet are flexible boots of the same material. Around her waist is a sturdy belt, holding Mother and Brother in their scabbards. Her crossbow and it's quiver of bolts rest, along with her light pack, on her back. In her left boot is Sister.
History: For a while before Tidal came into being, Talon traveled in a generally large pack that was her family. Everything was going very good, untill the horror created by the summoners started terrorizing Pangaea. The thing swept through the area in the mountains where the pack had set up a temporary camp, and Talon's mother was killed, along with most of the others. Only she, her father, younger brother and sister survived. Her father had been touched by Tidal's insanity, growing more aggressive with each passing day. Once, he tried to do obscene things to her siblings and she was so disgusted that she killed him. Unfortunately, her siblings didn't survive.
From then on, she volunteered as a mercenary when she was in a town, which was not very often. Her benefactors, though they were few as she wasn't very well known, will always swear that she would and could get the job done, quickly and reliably, even if she seemed eerily emotionless and cold, speaking few words.
Other/Extra: For most fights dealing with humanoid beings, she prefers using her bare hands, as her ideal for that is blunt pain, though it leaves no visible scars, can last longer and teach a better lesson. She's also left handed.
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Gaia Username: Sredisul Gifinall
Character Name: Leon Elsaril
Race: Ibixian
Age: 27
Weapon(s): A naginata that he forged himself, a simple boot knife, and a cutlass which is an heirloom of his family.
Abilities/Powers: He has a fairly decent amount of skill with all weapons, including his bare hands and horns. However, the fact that he has varied his skill among weapons has prevented him from mastering any of them.
He has learned most of the languages speakable to his throat and tung at least to the point of carrying on a conversation.
He has also been trying, against the advice of his clan, to hone on the magics that involve the trees and plants. namely things such as constriction and camouflage. It's about all he can do at this time.
Appearance: Leon stands tall at 6'2" not including his horns, which add another 3" to his height. His horns are about a yard long if straightened out. They curve around almost in a full circle, much like a ram's. His face has the suggested complexion of a ram as well. His eyes are amber and instead of a standard round pupil, there is a horizontal rectangle. His fur is brown and is matted in a few places where it is often muddy or where he had serious wounds. It is impossible for him to wear shoes of any kind due to the fact that he has hooves instead of feet. He usually doesn't wear a shirt either, especially since it's hard to find a shirt that will fit over his horns. He does, however, wear a kilt that is a red plaid. With that he wears a thick leather studded belt with a pouch attached made of stiff leather and has a small lock on it. He also wears his sword on the belt. He also has a stone jug that looks like it holds about a gallon of fluid. In it he keeps any type of alcohol.
History: Leon was orphaned at an early age and was raised by a blacksmith in his clan. He was given the deal that as long as he worked, he would be fed. The old man eventually came to think of Leon as his own son and taught him everything that he knew about forging blades. As the years progressed, the old man took ill, and as such, at the tender age of 15, Leon spent every waking moment trying desperately to keep his "father" alive.
The old man's ideals, on his death bed, were unorthodox among the clan. He was talking about such things as manipulating plants with one's will, and as a result, he was poisoned while Leon was asleep. Not knowing that it was poison that had killed his master, he turned to the rest of the clan for comfort. He tried to take it with grace and not truly care too much, but he always felt that the man's death was somehow his fault. This depression was felt by the rest of the clan and the clan leaders felt that they had no choice but to tell him why the man really died.Leon never forgave them, and vowed to pursue his old master's ideals in magic with nature in secrecy, in spite of his clan. He also trained with the rest of the fighters in the clan in the ring and found that he was better than most of them.
Then, Tidal appeared. His clan did as it had always done, and moved out of the way of danger. It his deep within the forest where the sun almost never shone. They could hear the screams even at that distance, and as the sounds died down, they re-emerged into the more sparse section of the woods, or at least, what had been the sparse area of woodlands. It had been in Tidal's path, and so the creature just plowed right through. The clan did it's best to nurture the forest back, but nothing would grow. The clan found itself ashamed at their cowardice and began to track Tidal through the land, helping any survivors they found.
Word finally reached them one day about Tidal's slumber and the theory of destroying the spawn. The elders were aware of Leon's disobedience to their policies and also had noticed his prowess in battle and so elected him to go and hunt down the spawn. Leon was glad to leave.
Other/Extra:Leon acquired a drinking habit during his depression and never quite kicked it. He still has bouts of violent depressions and drowns his sorrows in his drink. Otherwise he is a nice person. He is caring and considerate, with an eloquent way of speaking, when he's sober. He's also something of a lady's man.
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Gaia Username: MythicalYoko
Character Name: Laquemil
Race: Elven.
Age: Twenty-two.
Weapon(s): A small knife, although this is really only used to skin and gut animals.
Abilities/Power(s): Laquemil is a mage, although not just any mage. Specifically, he's a white mage. He's a healer and can cast holy spells along with protective ones. He's skillful in his art and not much else. This is not by choice, however. Laquemil's magic is only white magic. Instead of just having general magic or natural magic, he can only use white. He can also use a form of teleportation. However, it's different from normal kinds of magical means of teleporting and takes much longer. He can take people through with him, however, it's extremely rough and can sometimes knock out his passenger unless the other person has endured it or something close to it before.
Appearance: Laquemil stands at almost exactly six feet. He's always wearing a cloak which, stereotypically, is simply white. It's tattered at the bottom and has a large hood which he'll usually always have pulled over his head. His skin is extremely pale, almost like snow; with a pair of silver colored eyes. His hair is very long and smooth, falling down to a little past his waist and is a very, very faint blond. His ears are a little larger than a human's and pointed at the tips, therefore making them much smaller in comparison to most elves. He's on the lanky side with a long, thin face; sharply pointed nose and long, spider-like fingers. He's still rather muscular, although you can't really tell this since he never really seems to take his cloak off. The only hint to this is his neck and broad shoulders. Sometimes he'll wear a colorless, smooth mask that has no features. Somehow, he's still able to see perfectly while wearing this.
History: ???
Other: N/A.
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Gaia Username: Lucard
Character Name: Cedric Liou'Raman
Race: Human
Age: 21
Weapon(s): A Greatsword, one half is covered in black steel, but with white runings, the other half covered in white-golden steel, with black runings, much like the Yin-Yang Design but without the distinct symbols of it. The sword is also the source of his elemental power, and as such it is normally secured in a hip-sheath, which is securely attached to his belt. He also wears a set of black and white robes, the design much like his sword, but opposites once more. Inside his robes he carries with him, you guessed it, two daggers. One is made from black steel, the hilt garnished with white runes, and the other made from Golden Steel, the hilt garnished in dark charcoal-covered runes.
Abilities/Powers: Light And Darkness
Appearance: Cedric has a medium complexion. Underneath his extravagantly designed robes and other, Light/Dark aligned accessories, gloves, necklaces, etc., he is a fairly normal man. His eyes, a deep, dark forest green, he is continually found, glancing around, always cautious of those around him. His body is mostly unscarred, constantly being repaired and fixed by his light element. The robes he wears, his knives, his miscellaneous accessories, and his sword are all tied to a specific power of his, whether light or dark.
History: Cedric was a very different man after Tidal came along. His home city completely destroyed, and his family decimated, it was Tidal's touch that turned him into something completely different. Over time, and with age, his powers began to grow, but he didn't only develop one. Tidal's touch forced him into a temporary state of Schizophrenia, one side of him an evil damnable soul, and the other a righteous man of Justice and of the Light. Over the years he has learned to control his split personalities by shutting himself out to the outside world and its influences almost entirely. He is able to recognize and understand speech, as well as give orders, but he refuses to speak to those that he does not believe he can trust fully, this is usually all but perhaps the number one most important person in his life. He only speaks when giving orders or relaying information, avoiding most anything that involves any substantial opinion.
Other/Extra: [Note About RPing: I always play on a free-choice death policy. If there's a part where death is almost certain, and he is in no condition to truly get out of it, then he'll die. If you fight him, get him to a near-death state, and attempt to kill him, he will most likely die.]
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Spawn:
NOTE: Only I can bring in the spawn. If you want to bring a spawn in, you MUST ask me for my permission!
Also, you don't have to read these descriptions if you don't want to.
Darkness: Unsurprisingly, this spawn has been told to have slipped out from beneath Tidal, formed by the agony and hatred Tidal leaves behind in its shadow. The darkness spawn only attacks during the night. But unlike the other spawn this one gives out a warning before it takes action. Just before the sunset a hollow screaming that sounds like a mixture between a woman and something absolutely not human will echo out through the air. Then, once nightfalls, the darkness spawn will creep out from the shadows. The darkness spawn is the most deadly of all of its siblings in the fact that anyone who has looked the darkness spawn directly in the eyes dies when the sun rises, burned to death by the sun's rays regardless of how hard they try to hide or shield themselves from it. While its true form is unknown, the darkness spawn will take on a body according to whoever its prey is. The body is usually one of the victim's worst fears or darkest secrets. Or so it is said. A person who sees the spawn is unable to speak through words, drawing or writing. Therefore, any information gained is from speculators or the blind; the blind being the only people who are so far totally immune to the shadow spawn's attacks. The reason for the belief that the shadow spawn takes on a form of terror or great grief for the victim is because of the way that the person acts afterwards. While they cannot speak well they will usually repeat the name of someone they used to know. A few victims will see the spawn but will experience amnesia, unable to remember what they saw.
Earth: The earth spawn is one of the most frequently seen spawn. People, however, usually don't realize that what they see is the earth spawn. The earth spawn, aside from the light spawn, is the most docile out of all of its siblings. It looks much like a tall pile of rocks or sometimes even a boulder and has a tendency to just lay around much rather than attack. There have even been cases in which people have walked right over the spawn without realizing what they were doing until the pile of rocks began to move. It attacks the least, but don't let this mistake you: the earth spawn is a terrible beast. It is incredibly slow beyond belief and is said to weigh over a ton. However: the earth spawn has an incredibly powerful defense that no sword or magic spell has yet to cut through. When it decides to attack it wrecks pure havoc, rolling the earth beneath itself and causing earth quakes as if it were controlling waves in the ocean. The earth spawn is said to actually be one of Tidal's feet that fell off because it was so lazy.
Fire: A fire hound said to have been spit out from the flames of Tidal's belly. More than anything it looks like a dog that has been beaten and mutated past human recognition. It may not be the swiftest of the spawns but it definitely one of the most physically powerful. Scorches in the shape of claws dragged through the earth are the sign that the fire spawn has struck.
Ice: A delicate creature spun from the threads of Tidal's breath. It lingers in the old domain of the elves' homes in the mountains although it has been known to randomly appear in cities and towns. The ice spawn is considered to be the most beautiful... as long as it's not attacking. In the rare occasions that the ice spawn has been seen while totally calm it is said to take on the body of a tall, thin figure that looks neither female or male with long crystal hair that flows like moon light while wearing a long garb as silver and fluent as its hair. However, when it attacks it transforms into something quite unhuman. This body has a habit of varying between something resembling a spider for quick skating and a horrible beast that is too hideous for words to describe. The ice spawn is also thought to be heard singing with its sister the light spawn on full nights.
Light: The light spawn is the most mysterious and evasive of the spawn. Little is known about this creature. The only known assault the light spawn has made was on Ovreek, an attack that caused the kingdom to lose most of its mountain land. The spawn's appearance is unknown. Legend says that the light spawn was created from the single tear Tidal shed before it lost all of its humanity. And, every so often, usually when the moon is full, singing can be heard. The light spawn is the one thought to be responsible for this. While the light spawn is a spawn, its sweet song is said to bring calm and peace to anyone who hears it. Strangely enough there have been reported occasions on which the same singing voice has let out a wailing screech at noon. After some studying and observations people have made the startling discovery that the screeching is a warning that the darkness spawn will come to that location within that week. Whether this is even the light spawn or the darkness spawn itself or a completely different creature is under speculation, as the source for this horrible wailing has never been recorded.
Water: The water spawn is a quick footed beast. It has four long, thin limbs that can melt together to form fins. It's skin is covered with scales and has a body form that can either be stretched and sleek for swimming or small and round for it decides to move over land. When it opens its jaw it reveals four rows of countless long, sharp teeth. It's said that its breath smells so foul that it could kill a dog. Many people say that the water spawn was originally one of Tidal's tails but melted off when Tidal first touched the ocean.
Wind: This spawn is usually only seen from a distance, far in the skies. If a person somehow manages to get a look of it up close, it usually means that they're going to die. With soft pale golden wings and a slender body suited for flying, the wind spawn is definitely more handsome than its siblings. Stories claim that the wind spawn spread its wings from Tidal's shoulder blades and then pulled itself off from Tidal's back to escape from the pain of the people and earth being ruined.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 10:23 am
Events:
February
Tidal has opened.
Blade has joined the party.
Ebon Oensheld has joined the party.
Silver Lark has joined the role play.
Doina Caliumdruid has joined the role play.
Spawn chart has been completed.
Grenth Maurin has joined the role play.
Seraphis Darkstar has joined the role play.
Silver Lark has joined the role play.
Vahni Blood has joined the role play.
March
Light spawn has made it's warning.
Doina Caliumdruid has joined the role play.
Grenth Maurin has joined the role play.
Seraphis Darkstar and Silver Lark have joined forces.
Party Darkstar has joined Blade's party.
The party has left the town.
Falconer has joined the role play.
Chi Kamisama has joined the role play.
Ebon Oensheld has deviated from the party.
The party is attacked by bandits.
Party wins.
The party is attacked by the fire spawn.
Fire spawn has fled.
Ebon Oensheld has rejoined the party.
Talon Garde has joined the role play.
Leon Elsaril has joined the role play.
Chi Kamisama has joined the party.
Talon Garde has joined the party.
Leon Elsaril has joined the party.
Falconer is stalking the party.
April:
Laquemil has joined the role play.
The party has reached Falcon's Ridge.
The party is staying at Silver Lark's home.
Ebon Oensheld, Vahni Blood, Chi Kamisama and Talon Garde's profiles have been whited-out and currently eliminated from the role play until further notice.
The party is at a celebration.
Water spawn has made its appearance.
Water spawn has been killed.
May:
Silver and Seraphis has returned to the home point. Doina, Falconer, Laquemil and Blade remain at the battle grounds until moving to the church.
Doina and Falconer has returned to the home point. Leon has gone to the church. Blade and Laquemil are still at the church.
Silver and Seraphis have become a couple.
Silver has been challenged to a dual.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:12 pm
Loud shouts and cheers could be heard all the way down the street from a bar even though it was just a small time past noon. Several people cast the bar strange glances, slowing down before picking their pace back up; some of them shaking their heads while they walked.
"Come on now, don't be shy!" A woman with eyes so piercingly blue that they looked like they could cut just as well as a sharpened sword could stood on the top of a table, all eyes in the bar set on her. "Who's the next one up?" Whoops and hollers filled the bar, but as it faded no one came up. "Aw, what's up? Can't one of you strapping lads beat this girl in a contest of strength?"
"You're up, girlie!" Clapping rang out as a man strode forward, pushing through the crowd. The woman grinned to herself before jumping off of the table and taking her seat just as her challenger did. She set her arm out on the table and he did the same.
"What're you bettin', good-lookin'?"
"This," the man used his other hand to toss a couple of silver coins on the table. The woman whistled and then lifted her arm up. "What's your name, princess?"
"Blade." She answered with a wink, keeping her eyes locked with his as their hands latched onto each other. The room went silent, only to break out in booming sound the instant the signal for the contest of strength to begin was given. The two sitting down at the table stared each other down while they arm wrestled. Their arms would occasionally lean in one direction, only to be pushed back up and return in the middle. Then, without warning, the man's arm suddenly slammed against the table. A grin spread over Blade's face as she heard the sound of arm meeting wood. "Thanks!" Her hands picked up the coins and she dropped them into a small bag that was so full that it looked like it might burst at the seams. "You guys have all been a great crowd! Hope to catch ya'll later!" Blade gave a final wave before walking out of the bar, yawning and stretching as she came out into the streets.
"Well, that was sweet." Blade looked around, wondering where her partner in crime had gone. "Hey, Ebon! Where did you run off to?" She received no answer, just as she had expected. With a sigh she ran her hand through her hair before heading off to the town square. She sat down and pulled her harp off of her back, picking at the strings to be sure that they were in tune. Poor guys. It was easy to win against bar thugs. She knew for a fact that if a guy was at a bar in the middle of the day drinking that he probably had some coins to spare and was willing to try and best a woman who came his way asking for a challenge. 'Poor guys, almost feel bad for picking on them. Oh well, maybe if they had more muscle than flab they'd actually stand a chance. Heh heh heh....'
Blade trailed her nails over the harp strings, leaning over with her eyes shut to listen to the sound. Yeah, they were tuned. She opened her eyes and straitened her back before she started to play a song on her harp. She paused once to cast a glance up at the sky, her eyebrows twitching together for a second. 'Weird.' Her gaze returned to it's normal height and she tapped her foot against the ground, humming to the song.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 5:52 am
Hiding in the shadows of an alley way, a girl who was obviously at least partially elven, judging by the pointed ears that her silver hair was tucked behind, sighed. Another town, another dead end... She had been so sure she was on the trail of a spawn. Then suddenly, all the gossip and talk had vanished. Now she wasn't sure where to go... Staying here wasn't an option; humans didn't take to her well just on sight, not to mention when they saw her move. She unclipped her swords from her belt and sat them down on the ground beside her, than used the wall as a source of support as she lowered herself to the ground. Stretching her left leg out, she began to press into the knotted muscles there caused by her long treck through the village earlier that day, not even flinching at the slight pain her motions caused. Only when the leg was completely relaxed did she lean back her head, close her eyes, and just listen.
Besides the usually hum of human speech and the whistle of the wind, her ears picked up the sound of a harp. How curious... she thought, before using the wall to stand up, strapping her swords back in place, and making her slow way towards the sound. Once she caught sight of the girl with the harp, she leaned against the wall to listen and watch, still safely out of sight. There was something familiar about the song, though she couldn't place it. Not surprising, considering how long she had been wandering around. Her own shocking blue gaze drifted upward at one point, and her eyebrows drew together. Something was making her feel ill-at-ease, and her right hand reached down to grasp the hilt of one of the swords at her side in reflex. She would be too slow in most scenerios to protect the girl should something happen, but she could try.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 5:41 pm
Ebon roamed aimlessly in the back alleys of the town. Well.. Not entirely aimless. In fact, it could hardly be considered aimless considering he had a distinct destination. It just seemed like he was wandering about. Of course he was also in a back alley, so the only people that could actually see him were bums, drunk people, or druggies. It didn't much matter what they were, they mostly gave him the same look, the on that said "Hey you, you got any money for me?" or, a personal favorite of Ebon's, "What?! Ya got a problem with me, punk?". And they'd never have any useful to say if chose chose to, foolishly, speak with them. Or they'd want some sort of payment first for their... "Services", which sounded very eerie to Ebon.
His footsteps slowed, signaling that he may have finally found what he was searching for. The typical brown banner with a peculiar red design on it gestured such a thought, along with the brute guarding the inside of the entrance. All this was simply reinforced by the light howl of hollering from within.
'Whuddya want?" The barbaric-like human trudged out from his little hiding spot, which really didn't do much to conceal him. In common standards he was fairly grotesque, and needed to shave. Hell, he needed a damn bath. Most of the people in this place did, actually. But Ebon would put up with it, the rewards had that enticing effect on him. And not to mention he could eat something later, instead of having to catch his own prey, kill it, cook it, then finally eat it. It seemed easier just to buy it... Or have Blade do all the work. Pfft, like that was likely.
The grunt still stood in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. Large puffs could be heard emanating from the guy, as if he was trying to act even tougher than he already looked. With each passing second of silence he seemed to grow more annoying, eventually to the point where he even lowered his arms and tried to stare down Ebon.
"I want in. Now." The silence was finally broken with a threatening command, just enough to make the guard snap. "You little punk!" Ah, there was that word again. Punk. These people needed to get more original with their insults; it was growing tiresome. At least this guy tried to back himself up with a punch, which would soon prove a futility against Ebon. And overall a horrible mistake. At least it helped Ebon hide his weapons.
Ebon entered through the doorway and descended down the stairs that had immediately greeted him. The cheers became more prosperous the more he submerged. Upon reaching the bottom of the staircase, there was a large steel door. Ebon simply pushed it open and stepped into the den. He was welcomed by a cloud of smoke from some type of drug, most likely. But that was irrelevant, as Ebon was here for money, not drugs.
A loud announcer was yelling towards everyone in the room, right in front of a metal cage of some sort. He was demanding if anyone had the guts to fight their "champion". "Just in time." Ebon thought,, pushing through the crowds of people huddled in front of the cage, with money in their hands, ready for betting.
"What's the prize money?" The announcer looked towards Ebon, and had to force himself from chuckling. "Right here." He replied, pulling out a large-ish pouch. Ebon walked up and glanced in it. He sifted his fingers through it, making sure it was legit. And loo and behold, it was! The thing was full of gold coins! "Oh man... JACKPOT!" Ebon started rubbing his hands together, grinning to himself. "Deal, I'm in."
Ebon jumped up into the ring. He could hear the metallic door closing behind him, signaling there was no escape. He had yet to even look at his opponent, and when he did, he sighed. The man was easily triple his size, probably double the bouncer. Except the bouncer was a God compared to this hobo. He was foaming at the mouth, like he had rabbies, dirty, tattered clothes, and a stench Ebon could pick up from ten yards away from him. Not to mention his hair... Ugh, it was just not a pretty sight. And that's exactly what Ebon had told him.
The.. Thing huffed and puffed at Ebon. And all Ebon did was stand there, debating on whether or not it was human. He had his hand rubbing up against his chin, obviously in a deep thought. The man didn't wait any longer though, he charged at Ebon like a rabid bull. He giants arms swung at the blue-haired man, but to no avail of course. Mr. Oensheld Simply shifted to the right or light, keeping his posture from before intact. This caused boo's from the crowd, and made his opponent only much, much more angry.
"Urhm... I'm gonna go with some sort of hideous dwarven-human mixture. Ya, that's it!" Ebon stopped and finally removed his hand from his chin, triumphantly looking at the man as he finally came to his conclusion. The other contestant tried to take this opportunity to finally land a punch, swinging his left arm across to smash into Ebon's face. The arm made a sort of "whoosh" noise as he flew through the air, and then a loud "cracK" like-noise drenched the room in silence. And then ti was accompanied by another, and then by a loud "thud".
Ebon stood above his combatant. His enemies arms was broken, with a splinter of bone sticking out. And Ebon could only imagine that at least a couple of ribs were broken in his last punch, as the brute was just lying there on the ground, twitching. Silence... Silence... And some more silence. Didn't sound like anyone bet for Ebon to win. Oh well, wasn't his problem. T'was time to collect and get the ******** outta there.
Ebon kicked out the cage door, stepping down to into of the announcer, who was also speechless. Ebon took the pouch, and turned to walk away. His eyes spotted some other... Riches though. And that was simply the pouches of these gamblers as well. And so, quite sneakily, Ebon robbed as many people as he could as he left the place.
"Hey, what the ********!?" Ebon could hear some guy yell it out, but he was already well out of there. He had easily doubled the amount of money that was in the pouch before. "Score, score, score, score, score, score, score, score, score, score..." Ebon kept saying aloud. He knelt down by the still unconscious bouncer, lifting up his body to reveal Ebon's weapons.
Ebon walked out into the street, strapping his sword and newly acquired money to his belt. He tightly hung on to the bag, no one was getting that. No one. Hell, you'd have to fight to the death for that money! That was enough for food for... Well, a damn long time! And that's all that mattered. Plus, it was like he was taking payment for hunting Spawn.
Ebon's blue eyes trailed around where he currently was. And y the looks of things... He was in the town square. His ears could also pick up someone playing a harp, with an all too familiar melody. And then he also noticed something a little more humorous. This lady was standing next to him, watching Blade intently. And she looked as if she was ready to pull out her swords and attack blade! Ebon disregarded it, and walked in the general direction towards Blade, passing by the woman on the way.
"You know, it's not nice to stare." He commented as he moved past the unknown woman. He turned around to look at her, while still continuing to walk backwards. With his right hand he pointed towards the womans hand on her sword, and then to his own as if to try and send the message "Don't even both trying it."
Eventually Ebon got to his companion, who was still playing her little instrument. "Yo. Look what I got.' He pulled out his huge pouch, and jiggled it. The sounds of coins clashing with one another could be heard as a grin formed itself on the man's face. He then attached it as tightly as he could to his belt.
"Anyways, seems like ya got a fan behind me."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 8:12 pm
{{WTF IS THAT, DOOM? ><;;;;}}
The singing from the harp stopped as someone stepped in front of Blade. She looked up at him, her eyes going wide in appreciation for what was in front of her. She pushed herself up from the ground, dusting her cloak off before grabbing her own load of cash. "Check mine out!" She held it in front of him and threw it up in the air once, listening to it jingle as it hit her palm. "Heh heh, this is pretty awesome." Looked as if both of them would be set for a while now. As long as they didn't have an emergency, at least. Of course they didn't pool their money together. Even though she and Ebon traveled together they usually used their own money for their own things. "Sweeet.
"And a fan?" Blade asked, leaning over to see who he was talking about. Unfortunately there were plenty of people loitering and walking around, so she really had no idea who he could be talking about. "Well, well, it's too bad I don't stick around in one spot or else I'd have them follow me around." She straitened herself and grinned, tying her money onto her belt. "Aw, c'mon! This bag is so heavy it's dragging my belt down. Well, at least I don't have pants, but it's still annoying." In fact, not having any pants to prevent the sliding was worse. Her one piece outfit was pretty much skin-tight and occasionally the belt would just slide right off of her hips. She made a soft huff as the belt did exactly that. It slid right off of her body and hit the ground with soft clinging noises. She reached down and grabbed it, pulling it back up and then looking back at Ebon. "Hey Ebon, let me treat you!" She had to get rid of money somehow or else she would be suffering from a heavy belt. "Come on," she grabbed his arm and looked around before tugging him in the direction of a nice looking spot. "I'll buy you whatever you want from there." She paused and looked over at another place, aweing. "Heeey, are those what I think they are? Sweets! I haven't had any of those forever! Come on, lets hurry up and eat so that I can buy some!" Blade let go of Ebon and ran over to the stand she was looking at. She ordered some (more like a lot) of food and stood idly while the people cooked up her more than filling order.
"So, what should do from here?" Blade asked as she folded her arms underneath her breasts, her cloak swishing as she turned herself to face her traveling partner. "We almost had the lightening spawn that one time. Sneaky electrocuting b*****d nearly fried our a** off.... Anyway," she tilted her head to look up at a cloud that was wafting over the horizon. "Usually I have some reasonable idea of where the closest spawn is, but right now I haven't got any clue for where those things are hiding." She looked over at face him while a hand combed through her short hair. "An-"
"Sir, here's your appetizer."
"Thank you," Blade grabbed two handfuls of meat-on-a-stick, holding one handful out to Ebon. "Back to what I was about to say, it's not a good sign that all of them have been so inactive. Unless they've all been running rampant in farther areas where it takes a while for word to reach. I just don't want to end up getting attacked by the darkness spawn." She took a bite from one of the many things she was holding and only continued once she had swallowed. "Not that it's very likely. I just have a creeping feeling that we shouldn't stick in this place for too long, you know?" The darkness spawn was the spawn that every spawn hunter hoped to face last. It was pretty much promised death if you faced against it.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 5:56 am
She shook her head when the man warned her not to attack the girl, of all things, and released her hold on the hilt of her sword. For now, at least. Whatever was bothering her senses had vanished for the time being. Adjusting the swords so they were within her easy reach and not a theif's, she reluctantly tried to merge with the crowd of other people flooding the streets, intent on gossiping with some other travelers to find a clue where she could go next. Her ability to blend in to the crowd was not only hampered by her elvish traits and shining silver hair; no, what seperated her most was her limp. Almost as if the mind's command to step forward got lost half-way down, her foot always dragged behind her rather than moving ahead. It left her constantly unbalanced, not to mention in pain if she didn't rest periodically. Most people either ignored her and just shoved her out of the way, others circled around her like she had some sort of disease. It failed to bother her anymore, at least on the surface.
Resting against a wall for a moment to avoid a cart as the poor, half-starved creatures pulling it ran at top speed, urged by a demonic driver, she failed to notice a shopkeeper watching her suspiciously, so intent was she on not getting run over. He finallly caught her attention by grabbing her arm roughly and growling out, "You going to buy something or not, elf?"
She blinked up at him and answered languidly, "Not."
The shopkeeper grunted and roughly yanked on her elbow, pulling her so she was standing in front of him. She almost felt her legs give out as her balance, already uneven, was thrown further off. "I see your game. Thought to steal from me, didn't ya? Thought I wouldn't pay no mind to a crippled thing like you." he falsely accused her, tightening his grip.
"No." she said simply, her tone frigid as her temper began to show itself. "Now release me."
"Oh, I don't think so. I'll have the guards deal with you. We don't take to your kind here."
Her free hand drifted over to run the palm along her hilt. "My kind, sir? And what is my kind?"
Obviously doubting her intelligence now, he got right in her face and said very loudly and very slowly so everyone around him heard, "YOU'RE A BLOODY ELF! THIEVES, THE LOT OF YA!"
Her ears ringing from his volume, she calmly pulled her sword out, carefully positioning it as he caught his breath from his bellowing. The shopkeeper wasn't paying very close attention, so he was surprised when pain suddenly exploded from his jaw. The elven girl had rammed the hilt of her sword into the bottom of his jaw, though thankfully his hold on her was too awkward for her to straight on break it.
Distracted by his pain, he reached up with the hand that had been holding her elbow and began to swear, "You crazy bit-." He stopped when he felt cold steel touch two sides of his throat. Looking down at her, he was met with narrowed blue eyes, cold and unforgiving. Suddenly, he wasn't sure how long he would continue to live.
She had had enough of his insults. Once her other hand was free, she drew her second blade and crossed them over each other as she pressed them against his throat, making it easy for her to decapitate him with one clean motion. "I am Silver Lark." she said, her tone ice cold. "Daughter of Red Raven of Falcon's Ridge and Ceris, a member of your precious House of Summoners, a human man who died trying to protect people like you. You have dared to insult not only my mother's people, but your very existance is a disgrace to your own race. Give me one reason not to kill you."
The man found his voice gone and looked pleadingly to others wandering around who could save him from the mess he had gotten himself in.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 8:59 am
Blade was only half-way done with one of meat stick things when she heard someone yell. 'Bloody elf'? She raised an eyebrow at this and then rolled her eyes. "For heaven's sake, don't tell me there's an elf racist here. That's one of the dumbest things I've ever heard." Even if things were tense elves and humans tended to get along well enough. "Whoever said that needs to go see a white mage."
Blade looked over to where a crowd of people were watching. That was, as Blade had perceived, where the sound was coming from. At first Blade merely wanted to ignore it, but as time passed it only looked as if things were going to get worse. Blade waited, looking around to see if anyone would come to the scene. No one.
She shook her head, sighing, and then held her food out to Ebon. "Hold this for me, please." She passed it to him without waiting to hear him accept it and walked over to where were staring. She strode up, slowing her pace down as she got closer to them. As she walked her man-like walking and stance made it's appearance, and when she talked she used the voice she'd practiced with the help the image of seeming like a male.
"Excuse me," Blade interjected as she curled around the pair, standing somewhere between them but still keeping her distance. "Pardon me, miss, but last I checked, elves were friendly and helped people. They didn't take their swords out and start knocking heads off." Now her eyes flickered down to the man who was in risk of having his neck sliced in two. "Sir, get your head out of your a** before you end up impaling yourself on someone's sword. Which is happening right now." Blade's gaze returned to the person she'd originally started talking to, lifting her hand up and pointing it at the weapons the gimped elf was holding. "If you really went through all of the trouble of saying your family name like that then your father is obviously important to you. I highly doubt that he'd enjoy watching you terrorize the same people you said that he died to protect. Now put your weapon down before you further diminish the image of the elven race. All of that put together is more than enough reason not to kill him. Life itself is something not to be taken for granted and it most certainly isn't something that you can go around taking. That is what we elven believe, isn't it? Pangaea has enough problems. People suffer just like you do with that leg of yours so stop making it worse. For all you know he could be a father and a husband. Do you think that you have the authority to remove him from someone else's arms or this earth?"
Idiots skipping around this town, it seemed. "Trust me, milady, I may not have a drop of elf in my blood but this soul of mine certainly is." Well, sometimes it was. "So I understand getting angry but quite frankly you're acting like a damn fool."
With that out of her mouth Blade turned around and walked right off. She herself was a bit pissed off at the man who decided that degrading elves was a good idea, but it wasn't her place to judge him and ship him off to Hell. She'd done what she could to try and knock some sense into that chick and save that dude's a**.... Of course, she kind of wanted to kick his a**. Although she also wanted to kick that girl's a**, too. Ah, wasn't her place. How she wished it was. Not that that always stopped her.
"You didn't eat all of my food while I was gone, did you, piggy piggy?" Blade asked as she walked back up to Ebon, hands on her hips as she dropped her male act. Wait, more food was out! Blade grabbed what was being handed to her from the vendor- two plates steaming with meat and veggies that smelled so good Blade swore she was going to drop dead right there. And this was only half of what she'd ordered. She held one of the plates out to Ebon, grinning. "Eat up, pork chops! Remember that free food tastes better."
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 10:43 am
Silver felt her upper lip curl up in disgust, amazed someone actually stood up for this piece of filth. However, the person who interupted her had a point. Sheathing her swords, she hissed at the shopkeeper warningly, "Next time, think before you speak." Turning around, she walked down the road, intent on getting far away from this village all together. Only a few stalls away, she couldn't help the cry that tore itself from her throat as her weak leg finally had enough abuse for the day and completely gave up. She caught most of her weight on the palms of her hands as she hit the ground, the shock of the fall jarring her joints painfully. "Damn it..." she mumbled, turning over onto her back and sitting up to examine her greatest trial on a daily basis. The muscles weren't knotted up like they would when she overworked it, they were simply not working anymore. It wasn't the first time her leg had done this, though it was usually after a practice spar or something of the sort. Then again, she had been walking all over this place, trying to pick up some nugget of truth to where a spawn was. That stop in the alley before had been one of many to try and keep her limb still serviceable for a few more hours.
And I should have stayed in the alleys, rather than be clever and come out into the open... she thought at herself angrily. Her temper was unusually short, probably because of the major dead-end she had been faced with earlier that morning. She thought she had been on the trail of the wind spawn, but the rumors had dried up. Her contact here had told her there had been no signs, no warnings, nothing. It had left her in a foul mood ever since.
Pulling herself over to the side so she was once again leaning against a wall and somewhat out of the way, she closed her eyes and tried to relax. Maybe it would improve her temperment. Unconsiously, she began to softly sing a few words in elvish, vague memories from her childhood lending her some of the calm she had back then, when she was only learning to fight with her swords because it gave her something to do with her hands. Once she learned how her father had died, everything had changed. Suddenly, she wanted to fight to avenge him. He shouldn't have died, not in her mind. After all, his death is what led to her mother's. Despite what the healers told her, she knew. Red had died of a broken heart.
Her dour thoughts amazingly enough cooled her temper for the most part. However, she was stuck where she was for the moment. Her leg would go no further, not for a few more hours at best. Keeping her head against the cool brick of the wall, she continued to softly sing, finding comfort in the familiar language of her birth and half of her blood.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 5:10 pm
A pouch with a hefty amount of coins jingled at Doina’s hip as she walked among the town streets, looking this way and that way. Her hood was up to hide the tangled mess her hair was in, but her green eyes sparkled with mirth and curiosity. The Sisterhood of Itare had made a nice little profit at one of the town’s taverns and everyone wanted to celebrate their success with a nice variety of good food. And they thought that the food would taste even better if their ‘little’ sister was the one to go out and buy them.
"You were the one to bring in most of our customers…so you should use your profits to buy us food." one of the other elves had said.
She snorted slightly but chuckled. It was always her profit when they wanted to force her into purchasing something. She didn’t mind though, the Sisterhood of Itare had become like her family and their ways of teasing her brought fond memories of her brother. Heading into the town square, where all the best food was, Doina made her way through the crowds. She was happy that her hood was up, for it hid the physical evidence of her race. Not to say that she didn’t like humans, she really did, a good portion of the ones she met were very kind, but she always felt more comfortable being with her own.
Doina saw a place with food items that looked interesting and began to head over there till she was stopped by a loud booming voice.
"YOU'RE A BLOODY ELF! THIEVES, THE LOT OF YA!"
Just like everyone around her, Doina turned towards the source of the noise. The pleasant smile on her face had dropped and her brow crinkled slightly. An elf a thief? Not to say it wasn’t possible or that there wasn’t one but…she guessed her sense of pride for her race made her disagree. Even though she disagreed with what the man had said that didn’t mean she agreed with what the girl had done next. Eyes widened as her weapon was drawn and as Silver announced herself, Doina’s hand slowly reached behind and gripped her flute. Maybe a little magical melody would sooth away all these negative emotions in the air?
However her interference was not needed with the appearance of a third party. A pretty cute looking male. Doina would be a little disappointed to find out that the lovely image of male beauty was actually one of female beauty. She retracted her hand slightly from the flute, still wondering if she would need to do anything, her hand remained hovered over the flute, her green eyes focused on the three ahead. Then the male walked off and finally Silver. Doina let out a sigh of relief, her hand dropping from over her flute. As everyone else dispersed and carried on with their business, the purple haired elf couldn’t help but watch the other girl walk off. She noted that she seemed to walk with a limp and her healer aspect came out for a moment, trying to determine the problem. She took a step forward as the other girl’s leg gave out and she fell over. She paused after that first step, still looking at Silver.
She had told the others that she’d only be gone about an hour at the longest, did she have enough time to interact with this Silver Lark and purchase the food her friends asked her to? Making her choice she strode forward, making a bee line for Silver. As she got closer her ears caught the melody of a familiar song. Doina had heard and sang that song several times before, but the mood that it put her in wasn’t the light and cheerful one that the words suggested. Slowing down her stride and walking carefully over to her she stopped at her side and pulled down her hood, revealing her ears and her messy hair.
“Such a sad sound coming from a happy tune as that shouldn’t be. Would you like some help?” she asked, extending her hand.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 9:28 pm
[Pfft, fine. I'll color my posts too!
EDITED.]
Ebon hobbled along as he was pulled by the female. She appeared to be having problems with her belt, which was actually quite hilarious to Ebon. In kept falling off, each time making her appear more foolish. She finally got it through her head to take it off and carry it, or try and get rid of some of it. Luckily for Ebon his belt was nicely secured, it didn't drop at all. And even if ti did Ebon wouldn't get rid of his money just for the sake of it. Hell, he couldn't even remember the last time he had that much on him!
The scarred man lounged his way towards where Blade had run off to. And what a surprise! She was actually buying him some food! With no hitches!... Yet. Something would probably come up later and she'd try and put the guilt trip on him. "I bought you food!" He could hear the words echoing through his ears already.
But, as of yet, nothing seemed odd. The appetizer came and Ebon instinctively grabbed one as fast as he could, knawing the tender meat down like some untamed animal. He could hear the faint voice of Blade ringing in his ears, about the Spawns or whatever. Really, Ebon was hardly paying attention. It was most likely something to do with her not being able to sense the spawns and how it's odd for them to be dormant. Or something. Either way, the food was more important at this point. And Ebon was surprisingly hungry.
Ebon continued to eat happily. For a couple seconds his attention was drawn away from the meal. His ocean eyes trailed over to the scene, where Blade was headin' to right when he looked. He could blatantly see that girl from before holding some man at the steel of her blade's. Oh well, Ebon wouldn't interfere. It had little to do with him anyways, yet Blade seemed eager to put and end to it. Probably because she heard the guy insulting elves.
Ebon was devouring the food at an alarming rate. Blade had yet to return, and he had already ate her portion as well. Thankfully the main course came, which would draw attention away from the lack of shish kabob on her plate. And somehow Ebon was still eating. Some of the people walking by gave him all kinds of looks as he stuffed disgusting amounts of food into his mouth; some of praise, others of horror. Ebon could care a less what they thought.... This meal was frigging free! And Ebon hadn't ate something decent in at least a week!
Blade returned, armed with some crude comments about his eating habits (calling him a pig, and other such profanities). He ignored her though, polishing off what was left on his place much before Blade was even half done hers. And Ebon simply could not stand for that. So he helped her out a little, taking a chunk of the food here and there.
Ebon sat back and patted his belly. He was pleasantly full now, and thanked Blade for the meal. If she ever did bring it up again later Ebon would just pretend as if he wouldn't be able to recollect the memory. It usually worked with almost anyone.
His hands hit the table, the momentum being used to propel himself up. He gazed around the streets, and off in the distance he spotted the perfect place for them, well him at least, to go next. "Ah! This place has got a Hunter's Hangout. Perfect." He started trailing towards the building, stopping only to turn around and see if Blade was following. "Yo, you coming?" She still had some food stuffed in her mouth, muffling whatever answer she gave. "Well, whatever. You know where I'll be."
Ebon walked into the Hangout, peering around and only seeing a few familiar faces. A couple guys that traveled around, giving whatever information that they could. They never actually fought the Spawn, oh no, they weren't for that. It was their job to direct hunters towards their prey, and give whatever other miscellaneous information that they could. Sometimes it was useful, sometimes it wasn't.
Blue eyes surveyed everything that they could. there were hunters mingling with each other, hearty laughter was common. There was also some serious talk here and there. Ebon didn't say anything, simply taking a seat at the bar and eavesdropping on anything and everything.
"Can I get ya anything?" The bartender asked, drying a shot glass with a towel. "Just water." Was the unexpected reply. Usually he'd get some whiskey and shoot them down one after another after another after another, and so on. But hell, it was still fairly early in the day. He was a drunk only in the night. He often told people, proudly, "I'm a drunk. Alcoholics go to meetings.".
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