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 Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 6:43 pm
Basically, the species roleplay continued from the Halloween Hysteria.
Have at it, then. :3
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Edit by Margem, to help out: The beginning scenery is at the base of a mountain range. There is a tropical rain forest a few kilometers away but this area has low brush vegetation. In the mountains, there is said to be a great waterfall area (and natural springs).
{Also, don't forget to post your profile before you start, for others' sake.!}
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 5:39 pm
Thanks for the tip~! :3
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Here's the complete profile for my character:
Name: Neyna Merhan Skyheart of Siltairyn
Name Meaning: Neyna - peace; Merhan - hope, in the language of Old Haelfenic
Nickname: None
Age: 13
Birthday: November 30, 1995
Height: 5'
Blood Type: A
Race: Human [h/f]
Hair: Dark brown, wild
Eyes: Dark honey
Occupations: Field Medic
Hobbies: Collecting rare herbs, reading
Family History: [Classified]
Birth Place: Skyheart Estates
History: [Classified]
Home: Fief Siltairyn of Skyheart Estates
Pets: None
Likes: Helping people, cooking, eating,
Dislikes: Rude people, dark places, forests, guns
Fears: Needles
Goals: To aid as many people as possible during times of war, and to encourage peace during times of calm
Magical Inheritance: Fae - Beauty, long life
Favorite Food: Meat, mushrooms
Least Favorite Food: Sugar cookies
Vernacular (Speaking): A soft tone, with a slight medieval accent from time spent at home
Psychological Condition: ---
Character Behavior: Pragmatic, yet curious; with a grim sense of humor, and a lot of patience
Aptitude: Healing [from her Great-Aunt 'Melas', ], light magic - based from the strength of her emotions
Positive Characteristics: Kind, brave, sensible, friendly
Negative Characteristics: Fear of the unknown, greed
[[Sorry if that confuses people, but most of the information is there for me to note.]]
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 5:49 pm
Neyna stomped through the grass slowly, bending down and plucking off different plant stems. "Hmm...this place has a lot of Soothe Clover." She stared at the golden-yellow flower in her hand, then stuffing it into the small knapsack at her side. "Ooh~ there's Cottonweed too! I can make Pick-Me-Up Potion from this." The medic crouched down, a large smile lighting up her face. "I can't wait to get a hold of some of these plants...I wonder why so many rare ones grow here?" Her grin grew larger as she pictured shelves and shelves of unusual medicines she could brew.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 3:24 pm
OOC: I'll join, but I'm really tired right now...I'll make a profile later....
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 1:43 pm
[[OOC: Looking forward to it~! Post when you can.]]
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 3:54 pm
OOC: Finally got a day away from homework. =) {Name: Shin Charlotteson (real name Igniel) Age: 19 years Height: 6'1" Weight: 147 lbs. Body type: Toned Appearance:  Personality: Shin has a strong distrust of everyone. Although he can talk to people easily, he often stays detached from social groups and prefers to do things alone. When he does talk, Shin is cynical and can come across as abrasive; yet, he has a softness towards some people that compels him to offer them succor. Shin often places himself in danger to protect others, but verbally has trouble expressing affection. Also hates squirrels. Occupation: Mercenary Rank in occupation: "Sellsword" Aspirations: To become as strong a swordsman as his mentor and adoptive mother, Charlotte Fears: Failure, women who resemble Charlotte, squirrels Has a taste for: Beef, ham Not-very-well kept secret: Can control fire to a greater degree than most human magicians Well-kept secret: Is not fully certain of his origin; signs point to demonhood}
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 3:59 pm
Uncharacteristically, Shin was sitting on one of the sparse hills on the plains near his mercenary troop's headquarters. Content to simply sit and listen, he lazily gazed at the clouds above him. His saber was resting on the grass next to him; he would periodically reach over and touch its hilt.
"So...this is what peace is like." He said, looking around him. Despite what many people assumed about him, he didn't like fighting or hurting others; he merely enjoyed the feeling of improvement.
"This is what Charlotte took up her sword to protect." Shin said, and stood up. He picked up the sheathed sword and placed it back in his belt. Glancing around him, and deciding on a random direction, he began to walk, his boots flattening the grass he crossed over. "I've never paid much attention to things around me." He noted.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 12:48 pm
She knew she was grinning like a loon, but she couldn't help it. Sitting in the tall grass with a bagful of herbs and rare plants, a crown of flowers on her head, Neyna was taking a well-earned break from the fighting and the chaos. While humming an old nursery song from her childhood as she threaded two spiky vines with lavender flowers at the ends, the girl smiled broadly. "Hail the heart of light and wind," She sang softly; just quiet enough for the rustling grasses to cover her voice. "Bless the children of life, for they require hope," The medic had never really believed in the higher powers her family worshiped, but their hymns had always been pretty, "Lend thy mercy, thy peace, and thy strength," And in times of peace, she really had to have something to encourage the quiet, "I give my sunstar to hold in your hands." It wouldn't hurt to err on the side of caution. Asking the gods for help might work. Might being the key word. This place is very calm. Neyna gazed at the vegetation surrounding her with a hint of nostalgia. ...Sort of like home. Hmm. I hope it wouldn't get destroyed in the next wave. Shaking her head at her sudden burst of sentimentality, she continued working, twisting and examining the vines in her hands critically.A little too soft, you know... Neyna lost her trail of thought as she bent her head over her hands.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 6:52 pm
Shin picked up numerous scents, of animals, fellow travelers, and of various herbs, but he decided to ignore them and continue his trek, in an attempt to connect more with nature. He had never been of the tactful sort, so several small animals fled in fear of his heavy footfalls. Snorting slightly, Shin found himself amused by them.
Whenever the wind paused, he could hear a voice slowly drifting along. Shin couldn't quite make out what it was saying, but the owner of it was definitely human. On a whim, he followed the voice, and as he drew closer he could make out the words to a hymn. As Shin progressed towards the voice, the grass grew taller, and soon he saw a head of brunette hair poking up in the distance. While he was sure they had heard him rustling in the grass, he called out once he got close enough.
"That's a beautiful song." He said, trying to remove any traces of hostility from his voice.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 7:27 pm
The tall stem of a bunch of grasses tickled her cheek. Turning away from her braiding, she peered in the general direction of the voice that had addressed her. It was hard for the girl to see through the sea of herbs, but she tried not to upset her bag, piles of flowers, and a long rope of spiky, lavender vines. "Ah, g'morning, sir. Thank you." Neyna smiled, unknowingly lapsing back into her old, medieval-sounding speech. It was a habit of hers, especially prominent when she let down her guard, and she never managed to shake it off, even when she ventured out of her home to the modern world. She could see that the man was towering over her, a fighter with a sword. Haven't I seen him somewhere, before? His hair and face looked familiar to the girl, somehow. "Pardon my rudeness, but I don't believe you are a stranger to me."
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 9:15 pm
"Pardon?" Shin asked, almost reflexively. He drew a few steps closer and examined the small girl more closely. Her face was certainly familiar, still retaining child-like roundness and softness. Her overlarge sweater also rang a proverbial bell to Shin, but it was the girl's eyes that made him remember. Eyes that, even though set in a young and child-like head, showed visions of sorrow and bloodshed.
"We have met before." Shin confirmed. "Some time during one of the battles of this war, no doubt." His eyes scanned the bag she had next to her and the foliage she had been braiding. Mentally reassembling the pieces, Shin came to a revelation. "Yes, I remember. You're Neyna, the healer."
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 8:01 am
Neyna grinned, her eyes crinkling as realization struck her. "I remember you too! Shin, from the city." Her eyes took in his red hair and striking features. I wonder how I could have forgotten at all. "I met you in a forest once, I think. Fancy me calling you 'sir' when I've already seen you before." She continued twisting and pulling at the rope as she spoke; it seemed as if her hands were moving independently of her mind. "It's a bit of a surprise meeting you here. How goes the fighting?" She tilted her head to the side, examining him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 9:01 am
"I don't seem to be improving anymore." Shin shrugged. "There's little point to battle if I don't get stronger because of it, so I've been in combat less and less." As he spoke, he remembered the times in the forest and city Neyna had mentioned. "Are the wounded piling up? I really don't know what direction the war is going in anymore."
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 12:07 pm
The medic shrugged. "My company was pulled out and replaced with Moonsky's unit. We've been doing small jobs around towns and villages instead. Most of us are on vacation though." She smiled sheepishly, "It's been really hectic lately too, so I dunno when we're to join in again. The Leader was screaming obscenities at the Commander when she found out." The girl giggled, remembering the outraged and shocked look on her unit leader's face.
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