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This thread is for players interested in populating Springfog. Other players will also be exploring this world so this thread allows you to know what is already wandering around the world and who they might be bumping into.
With a story for this RP already semi-intact, all characters must meet my approval before entering the world. Please send PM (titled Springfog Character) to Viper9000 so all prospective characters can be reviewed in private. Once approved, I will post the profile, quoting its creator, and label it with a nice big APPROVED sign. This is to ensure that everybody's characters have a sense of balance and don't just tromp through the RP like a god.
For example, if you character is awesome with a sword or something, he would have a flaw somewhere else to balance out. Or if your character has wings, you can't keep yourself in the air forever just hovering (unless of course your character is pregnant, than flying in general is debatable razz).
Pregnancies in this world RP are optional as they could occur from magic or by natural means. So if your character is pregnant, feel free to state it under signification other with any other information deemed necessary. But please, no Mpreg.
If you are having difficulty coming up with a race for your character, check out this list of races here; Master Race List. Try to stay away from the purely evil things like full-blooded demons and such as those will not make it through (unless you have a REALLY REALLY good story to back it up). Vampires will also be a no-no as we wish for members in the RP to hang out together and not be restricted by something like sunlight. If you end up using a race from this list, PLEASE include a link to it in your PM.
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[b]Name:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Race:[/b] [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Significant Other [/b][i](optional)[/i][b]:[/b]
[b]Pregnant?[/b] [i]If so, how many do you carry? How far along?[/i] __ baby/babies; __ months along out of __. [b]Is it natural or magical?[/b] [b]Details[/b] [i](optional)[/i][b]:[/b]
[b]Class and/or Profession:[/b] (For example, a human fighter might have grown up apprenticed to a blacksmith so here it would say; Fighter/warrior, Blacksmith.)
[b]Personality:[/b] [b]Biography: [/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b] (Insert picture's link in spoiler if using one)
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[b]A).[/b] Hair/Eyes: [b]B).[/b] Body Type: [b]C).[/b] Clothing: [b]D).[/b] Extra (tattoos, scars, piercings, etc.):
Pregnant? Yes If so, how many do you carry? How far along? 8 babies; 18 months along out of 24. Is it natural or magical? Natural conception, Magical pregnancy Details(optional): She has a pregnancy gestation of 2 years and she is currently 1 year and 6 months into a pregnancy. She is cursed to have a lot of children each time she gets pregnant as a form of punishment, this is easily stopped by her casting a spell before she finds someone to play with, buuuut last time she was a little tipsy and forgot to cast it.
Class/Profession: Witch/Fortune teller
Personality: Ravia as a mischievous woman with a big sister like personality, she loves being cryptic and seductive, making a bit of mischief for the church. However it is all in good fun. When necessary she will help people search for what they are finding, despite what she looks she is a powerful mage with a lot of forgotten spells in the steal trap of her mind.
Biography: Ravia is a half angel witch who used to torment the lives of people in a town far off from Springfog. If it was any fun she would be there, from taking men to making it ran fire for days. Human lives were toys to her. She loved doing what she wanted and punished those who tried to get her to stop. One day the church sent a powerful inquisitor to fight her, the battle was long but the inquisitor won and cast the half angel out. However a few of the mages in the town thought that her banishment was far too lenient a punishment and they wanted to make sure she was punished during life. Using a hair of a unicorn they managed to curse her that if she were to become pregnant she would have 2 children per life she ruined in the town, with a fertility curse that would make sure she would have multiples until she had fully repaid each life ruined. Ravia was smart and equally magically attuned so for many years to bypass the curse she used magic every time she took somebody to bed, the magic preventing pregnancy each time. Until one night a year and a half ago when she got so exceedingly tipsy/drunk she forgot to cast the spell. She eventually settled down in Springfog, no longer a teen, and a to be mother her mischevious spree died down but was still evident from time to time, she especially likes messing with the clergy, but keeping it contained enough so it wouldn't cause trouble. However she now spends her time as a fortune teller. Due to her pregnancy moving too much is a drag for her, so as a response she uses magic runes on her body to help her keep mobile but her favorite thing to do is almost impossible. She misses the ability to soar like a bird, and dislikes only being able to use her wings to levitate off the ground short distances."
Appearance:
A). Hair/Eyes: Black hair/Blue eyes B). Body Type: Very pregnant C). Clothing: Loose fit black noble's dress, under a warlock cloak, a lot of jewelry D). Extra (tattoos, scars, piercings, etc.): Heart tattoo on her left breast
Extra:Has to large black angel wings, that can appear on a whim. However atm she can barely fly due to her pregnancy, and erasing the runes on her body with magic makes her immobile. Dislikes not being able to fly, mentioning it makes her cranky. Has a magic raven familiar she uses to collect information.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 11:08 pm
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Name: Mori Prelta Age: 58 Race:Twilight Human Gender: Female
Pregnant? Not yet
Class and/or Profession: Puppet specialist/Entertainer
Personality: She tends to be quite and stare at people. The doll on her shoulder (which she mostly uses to communicate) is a chatter box and can be very social. When ever she does talk it's stuttered and nervous, like she's not used to talking. She also gets a bit fidgety. When separated from her doll she may not talk or use one of her larger puppets as a substitute. She likes to wander around slowly, taking in the sights and taking her time. She can control her doll and read at the same time, though if she's actually reading is debatable since when she's using her doll she never turns the page. Biography: Mori was a sickly Twilight Human and didn't grow to be the same as the others. While she still grew tall she didn't do many physical activities and thus never got very fit. While other kids played she spent her time reading. She eventually took up magic, particularly puppetry magic so she could play with the others. She used a doll her mother had made for her as practice, the doll did occasionally end up getting tore while she got used to controlling the magic. Once she was able to successfully control her doll she showed the other kids and they were amazed. She learned to do more as she grew up, continuing to impress her peers. She eventually took up ventriloquism since she was a nervous speaker, but had told people her doll wasn't. She eventually caught the attention of a master puppeteer who took her under his wing and showed her what else could be done with her skills. She eventually learned how to control larger wooden puppets and use tools and weapons hidden with in them. Once she reached the point where she could control two at the same time her master thought it was best she go off on her own, saying he had taught her everything he could. She was reluctant to go but eventually did, leaving her home for Springfog in hopes of finding a greater master. Currently she can control up to three puppets, though when she does the three puppets become slow and clanky due to the unsteady flow of the magic strings. She only does this for emergency or in some cases when she's putting on a scary show, noisy and shaky puppets being better than quite quick moving puppets when it comes to atmosphere.
Appearance:
A). Hair/Eyes: Orange/Orange B). Body Type: Tall (6 feet) and slim C). Clothing: Black robes that cover most of her body, leaving just her hands and face exposed. Under the robes are a simple shirt and knee length shorts. A belt is worn on the outside robe with three small scrolls. D). Extra (tattoos, scars, piercings, etc.): Black squares on her right arm.
Extra: Has a small doll (about 6 inches) on her shoulder. It 's humanoid in shape with red yarn hair and a pink little bow around its neck. It's original fabric is a dark gray but after several tears and rips it has black patches of fabric on its body.
Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 3:30 pm
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Name: Gabriel Sierra Age: 22 Race: Vilkacis (offshoot of Werewolf family, see race infomation below) Gender: Male Significant Other (optional): Hasn't taken a mate, yet.
Class and/or Profession: Drifting Rural Worker and Adventurer
Personality: When Gabriel is around people, he can feel the tension rising off some of them, knowing that they must believe the stories that Vilkacis are savage beasts that kill on sight. Gabriel, often, jokes with these people, despite being hurt. When he doesn't feel as though he can take the tension, Gabriel can sink into a stoic seriousness that few could ever hope of pulling him out of, and when he becomes like that, it isn't strange to find him shift all of his attention to working. Even if it brings him close to death, Gabriel's work ethics when he's become stoic and serious are strict, resolute, and unyielding. Gabriel hasn't had many people take notice that when this happen, what he truthfully wants is someone to see that he isn't a monster, and deep down, a very loving and playful type of person. Due to his upbringing, Gabriel hates seeing someone being done, and will take stand in whatever way that he feels he can whether it's pointing it out openly, or taking a behind-the-scenes approach. His morals are very important to him, and has even gone into rages to uphold them. There is only one other reason that Gabriel would become enraged is when he's protecting someone. When he feels threatened or is protecting someone; Gabriel transforms into his beast form to ward off threats. Though, watch out... Gabriel can be jumpy at times. Gabriel has a soft side that he almost flaunts -- a playfulness like a puppy learning to take it's first steps, a deep caring, and a supportiveness only rivaled by his occasional bouts of innocence.
Biography: Gabriel tends to drift from place-to-place like his parents, and theirs. He doesn't have a set home of his own, but he doesn't mind due to living in the wild for his entire life. Gabriel has some knowledge of herbalism, enough to heal minor wounds, and he sings for the full moon, despite having no relation to it, transformation-wise.
Gabriel had heard all the stories of his people from his parents -- the stories about how his great-grandparents stood up to their parents who were cold-blooded killers who forced themselves to transform into wolves to slaughter their neighbours and brethren; stories about how they had given their children the power to transform freely...
Gabriel's grandparents were born under tree-top boughs arching straight to the earth during a full moon; his great-grandparents had been friends, and had high hopes on their plans to give their children more freedom to shapeshift at will. When they tested their children's ability to shape-shift into wolves, they found that they still needed to wear a wolf's coat, but it didn't have to be the full coat. So, they split the coat of a single wolf between their children. Gabriel's grandparents had been able to shape-shift freely so long as they were wearing wolf pelts, and when his parents were born under those same tree-boughs, they found that they were able to transform while wearing only small strips of a wolf's pelt. Yet, they were able to transform whenever they desired; unlike their parents who were bound to transform only during the night.
Inevitably, Gabriel's parents fell in love, and had a child of their own, born under the same tree boughs. They were surprised to find out that their child was a hermaphrodite, but they loved their child with all their heart while they raised and trained him in the traditions that they had been raised upon. In time, they learned that he didn't have to depend on the cycles of the moon, or wearing a wolf's coat. Gabriel wasn't bound by any rules when shape-shifting, after almost 200 years, the hopes of Gabriel's great-grandparents finally showed.
Yet, Gabriel went along with his family's tradition of wearing a wolf's coat. He wears the full skin of a Grey wolf that's fur is as black as night to help counter and hide his pure white hair, and ivory-cream skin. Gabriel's tyrian purple eyes are almost always closed, unless he's showing the strength of his emotions, as he doesn't have much eyesight to speak of, and is only able to see shadows or flickers of light. If he were to describe his eyesight, it would be that it's similar to walking around in a building with only a few small rays of moonlight seeping in through cracks.
Due to his lack of vision, Gabriel was shunned by his family, but they were contented to know that they hadn't sent him off into the world unprepared. Gabriel isolates himself from anyone that reminds him of his family, fearing that they'll abandon him, as well. This includes werewolves, other Vilkacis, and any other wolf shape-shifters; unless they're able to convince Gabriel that they're a friend for life, and Vilkacis tend to live long lives. Normally, however, Gabriel doesn't stick around long enough for people to convince him that they won't abandon him.
Gabriel's curiosity brought him to Springfog, hoping to find some more work, and perhaps find a permanent abode, if he approves of the general atmosphere.
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C). Clothing: Gabriel's snow white hair hangs to his mid-back, and is tied back with leather strips made from a pair of wolf's pelt. The same wolf pelts that adjourns his legs, as a pair of harem pants, and his arms as armlets. Decorative beads made from bones are strewn through his hair, and hang off his harem pants, as well as his armlets. Each bead is dyed dark green, olive, brown, or blood red. He wears a loose linen shirt, and a sheepskin vest while he's in towns. No matter what, Gabriel wears a wolf's pelt over his torso. When out hunting, Gabriel removes his shirt and vest to cover his torso in mud, as well as the blood of his kills, ritually. Gabriel's feet are left bare allowing to help him tread lightly wherever he goes, and feel the footsteps of creatures around him.
D). Extra (tattoos, scars, piercings, etc.): In his beast form, Gabriel's fur coat is white as snow, and silky; his eyes remaining their beautiful tyrian purple. His build is much larger than the average wolf -- being a foot taller, and a few inches wider in the chest.
There are several scars adjourning his body, but there are a couple that stand out among the rest. There's a scar that runs from the edge of neck, just below his jugular to the lowest rib on his left. It gets deeper as it moves towards his ribs, but shallows out when it approaches his ribs. Gabriel's other scar that stands out is a large patch on the back of his right hand. Gabriel has rarely ever told the story of either scar, but has always been willing to tell anyone that wants to know.
Gabriel also has a purple tattoo of a howling wolf on the back of his right shoulder, and on the front of his right shoulder is another purple tattoo. A tattoo of a musical note.
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Race information:
Vilkacis, as per their Lithuatian myth, are a kind of werewolf. Their name meaning 'Wolf eyes'. There are a couple different variations of this myth. Some saying that the Vilkacis can shapeshift into a wolf, some say that their soul leaves their body to enter a wolf's body. The cause of transformation also has variants. The first way to turn into a Vilkacis is said to be wearing the fur of a wolf, and reciting incantations will do the trick. While another way is to find a tree that's top branches have grown to the earth, and all you have to do is stand the arch when the full moon is out -- then bam-o, you're a Vilkacis. Some stories paint the Vilkacis as nasty, gruesome creatures that hunt much like normal wolves, and are in every sense savage beasts. It's been said that Vilkacis families normally have servants that are also Vilkacis.
The story that I'm use to seeing is that Vilkacis are indeed, terrifying beasts that would be aligned more-so to chaotic-evil than anything else. However, thanks to the fact that in the myths, they do have a gentler side, and some are considered kind, and keeping to themselves. I formed a little back story to include both.
Vilkacis, originally, hated anything and everyone that wasn't one of them; fending all races alike away from their homeland. Their children, however, had, like the Greek gods and goddesses, risen up against them. Unfortunately, they weren't spared their children's wrath, and were slaughtered. The guilt weighed heavily on them, but they insisted on living to protect those dearest to them, even if it meant going against their own kind, once more. Being able to shift back and forth between human, and wolf forms had come in handy when dealing with interactions with humanoids and beasts alike for them. Yet, if they become attached to far too many people; the Vilkacis can become confused, and agitated if their loved ones begin fighting rather violently because they want to protect both parties. They naturally revert to their beast-form in order to protect the people they care for, and in a case where two of their loved ones are fighting -- the Vilkacis will become feral. Hunters, and people have killed Vilkacis because they've gone feral either out of protection or not realizing that yes, they are more than 'just a wolf'. Upon being killed, whatever their dying form was will be the form that they remain in during death. Their relationship with other races is bit patchy thanks to their coloured past, but overall, Vilkacis are slight people-pleasers that will love just about anyone that will take an interest in them. Their people-pleasing, however, doesn't over-ride their strong sense of morals, and justice. If someone does wrong by them or someone else, a Vilkacis isn't shy about pointing it out. Vilkacis are also, of course, loyal to a fault, protective, sincere, playful, usually innocent and full of curiosity. Depending on the Vilkacis in question, they may be more apt to be serious, stoic, and uninterested in the world around them. No matter what their personality, they are prone to being just, protective, somewhat secretive/mysterious in their ways, and steadfast.
When they're in their beast form, their fur tends to be the same colour as their hair while their eyes remain the same colour. When they're in their human forms, they will have matching hair to go along with their fur and their eyes remain the same; there is only one real way to know that they're truly a Vilkacis when in their human form, watching them blink their eyes. If you see their pupils change while they're blinking, then you've found yourself a Vilkacis. In their beast form, only another Vilkacis or animal-person will be able to discern the difference.
Job-wise, they tend to be amazing adventurers, drifters, law enforcers, investigators, and outcasts. They're also adept with rural work. If any Vilkacis is lucky enough, they're able to rise to heirdom. Occasionally, they make splendid herbalists, messengers, and minstrels. However, due to their protective and just nature, they tend to get agitated when people become try to kill them for delivering messages, and as minstrels, they tend to stray from the norm of singing about knights. As herbalists, yet, Vilkacis have some skill in, if they've been raised in the forests.
Gabriel's vocals:
If you were to ever in your life ask me what I imagined Gabriel's voice to sound like, well... A few months back, I would have laughed, and tried to explain it in words. But, I went to youtube, and found a Vocaloid video that would sum his voice up pretty good. Here it is.
Pregnant? Yes If so, how many do you carry? How far along? Triplets; 3 months along out of 7. Is it natural or magical? natural Details(optional): Conceived at Midsummer's night, her memory is foggy over who fathered her kits though isn't phased by the unknown. Pregnancy lasts between 7-8 months. Currently in 3rd month.
Class and/or Profession: Ranger
Personality: A very friendly faun who is always looking for a place in the conversation to toss a jest. Tends to be an observer, liking to watch everyone else before entering the conversation or getting to know someone new. She is quite the hoarder though especially with foraged items.
Biography: Growing up in a large family, especially one that was musically inclined, it was frustrating for Lydia while growing up as her voice remained tone deaf. The large family dynamic also lead to her tendency to horde any items deemed useful in the future. She still knows many songs from childhood as her family raised her siblings to be bards while she focused on training skills more suited for a ranger to help support her family.
She'd taken up hunting and gathering, in order to make money to send back home to her parents though always feels a hint of shame when selling an animal she's killed to some villager. It's put a strain on her ability to connect with woodland creatures thus her lack of a companion yet.
Stranger yet, she's actually tried meat and developed a small taste for it...and it would seem the larger carnivorous animals in the woods don't mind her as much.
Appearance:
A). Hair/Eyes:long curly brown hair/blue eyes B). Body Type: Short, 4'3". Broad shouldered and stoutly built for a faun, though softened by pregnancy. Lower body goat half is a rich brown fur spotted with white. Small curved horns. C). Clothing: Wears a dark green infinity wrap cloth underneath a leather crop chest piece which adjusts to her growing girth by straps with buckles along the side. Usually the cloth is wrapped around her so her stomach remains fully covered, ending right above her tail in the back and with enough fabric left at the coming through the neck of the chest piece to be used as a hood. D). Extra (tattoos, scars, piercings, etc.): Always weaving new plants or flowers through hair and around horns.
Extra: Has a magical pack she saved up for that holds far more than it appears it can from the outside.
Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 2:32 pm
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Name: Sir Jareth "Raio'Gorm" Gallifrey Age: 1,800 (Great Wyrm) Race: Human (Blue Dragon) Gender: Male Significant Other (optional): None/Deceased
Class and/or Profession: Battlemage, Lord Knight, Battle Strategist
Personality: Jareth is absolutely brilliant in many ways, especially when it comes to combat and battle strategies, but unfortunately that is all for nought because he is most often found lying in a drunken heap somewhere. Strangely enough, he doesn't drink a lot when he manages to make it to the tavern, but then there are far worse substances a body can abuse. In general Jareth is a very hot-tempered and arrogant person, which usually comes across awkwardly due to his always being high out of his mind. Still, one can't ignore that there is something of a cunning intelligence locked away somewhere deep inside his broken psyche.
Biography: Not much is known about his history, but Jareth much prefers it that way. Many residents of Springfog simply know him to have always been around, never seeming to age or change in any way. It is common knowledge that he is a knight of some station, or would be if he ever cleaned himself up and did his duties. But beyond those precious few facts, Jareth Gallifrey is as mysterious an individual as they come. To the public's minds, anyway. In truth, Jareth was indeed like rage incarnate when he was first cursed to live in human form as a much younger dragon. He wanted nothing more than to burn away the man flesh in which he had been bound. So for centuries he would fight in great wars and such, trying to find a way to sate his bloodlust. Eventually though, he met a young woman and they fell in love. It was strange that he had fallen for a human, but he found that whenever she was around the beast in him slept, and she made him feel more alive than he had in ages. It was her that convinced him to turn his unparalleled fury toward good, and in doing so he won his Knighthood. His lover had never been more proud of him, and so he had never been happier. Eventually they wed in a traditional human ceremony, and after a while they ended up in Springfog. Through a long and arduous series of events, his wife ended up dying and is now buried in the local cemetery. So Jareth is presently left alone, fighting every day in a mental struggle between the unchecked beast within him and a part of him that has become very much human. The human form he resides in is one of the last things he has left as a connection to his late love, so he is torn between wanting his draconic power restored and staying the way he is. Thus his drug addiction and severe depression. He is currently the owner/operator of "The Shattered Spine" bookstore in Springfog...when he can manage to make it in to work.
Appearance:
A). Hair/Eyes: Long, dark-but-greying hair. Usually unkempt and matted, like his overall appearance in general. Eyes of the palest blue, and they may sometimes seem to glow at night. B). Body Type: About 5'10" and lithe but toned. C). Clothing: He may have once enjoyed finer garments, but his noble-born clothes have long-since become faded and tattered. He wears random pieces of tarnished plate armor, as well. D). Extra (tattoos, scars, piercings, etc.): His body is like a gallery of scars, each more fascinating than the next. He wears jewelry that all appears to be made of bone.
Extra: Yes, you ready correctly. He is indeed a dragon, and an Ancient Wyrm at that! However, he has been cursed to live inside a human body and thus many of his senses and abilities are much weaker than in his primal form. He harbors a lot of rage and even some guilt, but all of his issues pale in comparison to his addiction to a rare steroid-like drug called "Scale Dust."
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 11:35 pm
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Name: Kitt Aiden Age: 25 Race:Irinsians Gender: Male Significant Other (optional): N/A
Class and/or Profession: Templar
Personality: High & mighty, and a bit of a brute Biography: Kitt is one of the members of his race not to be captive. It wasn't always that way. He was born to a slave mother. He never knew his father, but by the time he turned eight he escaped from his master and never looked back. At that time all he had with him was a kitchen knife. He ran to the only place that he knew would be safe for him, a church. At first, to keep himself from being set back, he became a monk, he lasted two years but it didn't suit him just right so he had to think of a way to save himself from being a virgin for life. His answer was to become a Templar and updated to a rapier.It allowed him the protection of the church, but not all the same rules that restricted monks. It also allowed him the freedom to roam as he pleased. After five years of studying fighting, church law, and ritual Kitt was sent to a nearby monastery for his first assignment. Each reassignment set him further and further from the man who enslaved his family and his mother. His latest assignment sent him to Springfog and a protector of the church grounds.
Appearance:
A). Hair/Eyes: Blond hair, blue eyes B). Body Type: thin C). Clothing: Formal and elegant D). Extra (tattoos, scars, piercings, etc.): Scars all over the body and, some are covered by his hair, but none on his pretty face.
Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 11:15 am
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Name: Gwenhwyfar "Gwen"Runethsyr Age: 127 Race: "Teu-tel-quessir" or Moon Elf Gender: Female Significant Other(optional): Currently None
Pregnant? Yes If so, how many do you carry? How far along? 10 babies; currently at nine months out of 24. Is it natural or magical? Magical in conception-Accident Details(optional): Gwen has accidentally impregnated herself via a wrong ingredient added into what was going to be a healing potion to remove some of the scars the poor elven girl had gotten on the road. While it worked and restored her skin to its flawless elven way, it did leave her very pregnant. Thinking nothing off it, Gwen cast a spell on herself to remove the effects of the potion she had consumed, well lets say it didn't work.
Class and/or Profession: Alchemist & Sorceress.
Personality: Like many others in her race, Gwen is adventurous and bold, never wanting to think about what is going to happen and living for the moment. She is amiable able work along side the other races. She tries not to view them as "inferior" despite what most elves think. She can though be quite vengeful and will happily ignite the bottom of your cloak or make the bottom of your boots magnetic if she gets cross with you.
Biography: Born to a pair of wandering merchants, Gwenhwyfar spent her life on the road, seeking the next great thing that would come her way. She always was meeting people of the other races, from humans to the rare golden dragons, She was shaped by all of those that she had met on the road. Eventually when she had reached the age of fifty she had taken up an apprenticeship under the wing of a human mage who had trained her in the arts of magic. Although she had not been the best mage and her training had not been completed as the wizened man had died before Gwenhwyfar could finish her magical studies. With her parents leaving their daughter in the care of the old wizard, she had no idea where they’d be. For now though, Gwen has been travelling the world searching for a new teacher or at the very least, her parents for still in her heart she just wants the embrace of her mother and father.
Gwen is a mostly competent spell caster despite her unfinished training, though her spells do mess up from time to time. When they backfire, they tend to have unexpected results such as explosions and other odd effects.
Appearance:
A). Hair/Eyes: Brown shoulder length with bright blue eyes.
B). Body Type: Before her pregnancy, slim small bust. Very short for an elf; by human standards 1.52m / 5'0" C). Clothing: Tight fitting bodices and skirt, thigh-high boots forearm gloves, capes
D). Extra (tattoos, scars, piercings, etc.): N/A; Flawless skin and no stretch marks.
Extra: Spell casting level; High level Apprentice. Alchemy level; Journeyman
Pregnant? Yes If so, how many do you carry? How far along? 2 babies; 4.5 months along out of 9 Is it natural or magical? Natural Details Short fling with a male from a neighboring village
Class and/or Profession: Druid/Healer
Personality: A bit shy and hesitant around strangers, but loyal and friendly to those she likes.
Biography: Elza was born one of the lower children in her village. Because of this, she was sort of sidelined by most of her clan. As she got older, she started taking care of the younger children, which she really enjoyed. It was one of the few ways that she was allowed to contribute to the clan.
Her aunt started teaching her to be a healer when she was in her late teens. She has learned some and is fairly adept at basic first aid and such, though doesn't possess advanced skills. She's a decent medic, but not knowledgeable enough to be a doctor or full healer.
About six months ago, Elza was out wandering on her clan's borders by herself when she ran into a male from another village. At first, she was a bit frightened of him, but he was so kind and gentle to her that she quickly fell in love. They secretly saw each other on and off for the next couple of months, knowing that neither of their families would approve of their being together. Then, one day, he stopped showing up and Elza realized she was pregnant with his child a short time later.
At first, she tried to hide it, but it was no use. All too soon, the Queen found out about her tryst. She was furious with her for sneaking around behind her back and allowing an outsider's blood to be brought into the clan. She savagely attacked her, even throwing her into a boulder, breaking her arm and giving her a deep gash near her eye, but was eventually pulled off. Her mother and aunt begged the Queen to have mercy on Elza. Her response was to allow her to live, but to banish her from the clan forever.
Ashamed, alone and pregnant, Elza knew it was suicide to try and stay against her orders. She also knew that she wasn't likely to find sanctuary among any of the other clans. So she wandered alone through the world for a while before finally coming to rest in Springfog. She's not sure how things will work out here, but as she's nearing the second half of her pregnancy, she can't wander around any more and needs a place to birth and raise her babies.
Appearance:
A). Hair/Eyes: Auburn hair; Green eyes B). Body Type: Elza was slim with a bit of muscle, but because of her pregnancy, she's filling out a bit, quite noticeably in the belly. C). Clothing: Prefers natural colors, like greens and browns, but will sometimes go for floral. Likes to wear mid-thigh length dresses that are loose fitting, comfortable but sensible. Still wears the necklace her aunt gave her and carries a leather bag full of basic medical supplies (souped up first aid kit for when shes out of healing spells). D). Extra (tattoos, scars, piercings, etc.): Has a few scars from her beating (from queen's rings).
Extra: Is very in tune with nature. Has a great affinity with animals (like a horse whisperer, but with almost all species)
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Name: Maxamillion Stardust Age: 29 Race: *Blood Magus Gender: Male Significant Other (optional): Not yet
Class and/or Profession: Magic Fighter/*Runecarver
Personality: Max is a serious person who does his job. Mature, kind, chivalrous, he uses his powers to protect the innocent. Mysterious, he's usually in and out of towns too much to really meet anyone or make friends. Part of him is lonely because of that, yet he deals with it. Not always one to get involved with political or royal affairs, he doesn't like to get pulled into situations. Quiet and shy most of the time he keeps to himself, but will talk and open up to a person if he's known them long enough.
Biography: A drifter who travels the land like a leaf in the wind. After his small forest village was burned to the ground by a heartless noble, he was found by a traveling knight named Markus Pike. As a boy he was taken care of, taught how to fight, and was somewhat adopted by the man who became a second father to him.
Max didn't know he had magic, or that he was a Blood Magus until the age of twelve when he accidentally burned down one of his mentor's stables. When he was old enough he began to travel with Pike and discovered his heritage more and more. Taking up Runecarving, he would use the monster fangs and bones to make magical charms, wards, and other things to sell. When his mentor and second father died after catching a rare disease, Max buried the man and left the wooden cottage overlooking the sea. Traveling with an enchanted white scarf, holding the soul of the Snow Dragon Scrillo, she acts as his mentor and friend. The two have seen countless sights and wonders as he's aged.
A new chapter begins after he wanders to the distant town of Springfog. There is something calling him, a destiny pulling him. One night he enters a bar called the "Broken Axe", and this is where that next chapter begins.
Appearance:
A). Hair/Eyes: Short chestnut brown hair with long bangs that cover his eyes somewhat. Mint green eyes (proof of his race), that sort of stand out first when you look at his face, they're filled with magic and anyone with magic can see that.
B). Body Type: Athletic, and slightly muscular. He's not a big and buff warrior, but he's nothing to sneeze at either. Max is kind of in the middle.
C). Clothing: Wearing a soft burnt orange silk shirt, a thick dark brown hide vest, navy blue jeans, and durable traveling boots he looks like a common person. A snow white scarf hangs from his neck, containing the soul of a snow dragon. One of the tails becomes the furry, but beautiful, face with icy curled horns and blue eyes. The other is a tail that lays down his left shoulder, going down his front, that hardly moves.
D). Extra (tattoos, scars, piercings, etc.): Nothing too fancy, just a few scars around various parts of his body, after fighting more fierce monsters.
Extra: He's an excellent cook, can play the piano, and secretly desires to settle down and have a family. Yet he travels so much the calling gets to him and he can't resist it.
*Blood Magus A race of magical Humans that have the eight magic elements coursing through their blood. Kind of like Shaman, their experience with magic is much more intimate and stronger. For example they can light their hands on fire and their flesh wouldn't burn. They can also imbue a magic element into something, like a weapon, and fight with an enchanted blade. They are immune to various poisons, charms, diseases, and curses. The only downside is that they use their blood, instead of mana, to cast their spells. A Blood Magus could accidentally kill him/or her/selves if they aren't careful. They are hunted for their incredible power and sometimes used as magic batteries to fuel things, because of this a lot of the race has died out. Blood Magus also live longer than a normal human, and have different colored eyes that slightly glow with magic.
*Rune Carving Because they need to use their blood to cast magic, Blood Magus have a way to counter-effect that problem through Rune Carving. There is magic in every scrap of iron, every piece of nature, in the bones and fangs of monsters. Carving magical symbols into an object, they can place their magic within it and use it to enchant weapons, items, and whatever else they desire. You want a copper sword that's unbreakable? Just carve the Stone Iron, seal into a monster fang and attach it to the sword. Most anyone can learn this skill, but Blood Magus use it to save their blood and lives. More powerful spells are needed often, but the simple ones can be rune carved. Most Rune Carvers sell charms to people for a small profit.
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Name: Thai Age: 110 years old (really only been ‘alive’ for 20 years of that time) Race: Half monkey, human Gender: Male Significant Other None, but hopefully that will change
Class and/or Profession: Wandering bard/minstrel, child of the jungle fertility goddess
Personality: Thai can never sit still. He’s always exploring, observing or playing with the world around him, asking questions, looking for his next meal, chatting to people, doing pranks, and many other activities. When he’s not searching the world for answers, or causing playful mischief, he’s performing magical music on his lute or his bamboo flute. Thai is illiterate, he can’t read nor can he write. The only thing he knows how to read is music; but he usually just makes his own songs and memorises them off by heart. Sometimes Thai pokes or prods at things he really shouldn’t, or he can be careless or naïve in some areas, which may come off as recklessness. Thai Likes playing outdoors and exploring – fishing, finding food, playing with animals, stalking travellers to spy on them and overhear stuff, or just tagging along because he was bored, going on a treasure hunt, performing a task or music for someone in exchange for food or money to buy food. Instead of sleeping in beds, he prefers trees and hammocks. He has a lot of interesting stories to tell, often about pranks or adventures he’s had. Tries to put on a brave face even when scared – doesn’t like to show any weakness. Tends to try to downplay any danger or try to break the tension in serious situations. Thai gets fidgety and anxious when he’s forced to sit still too long. He also tends to look on the glass half full perspective in life. Anything that reminds him of being trapped as the spirit in the statue makes him uncomfortable. For instance, being around other statues of deities would do so. He also really doesn’t like birds sitting on him and freaks out if they fly near him.
Biography: He was a beloved servant and friend of the fertility goddess of a jungle tribe until he decided to steal one of her most precious artifacts for another god (the god wanted to take down the fertility goddess and obtain her power and they tricked the monkey), and she cast him out of their paradise, causing him to take the shape of a statue in the temple, to listen to the prayers and sufferings of the villagers that worshiped the goddess, in every kind of weather, with birds pooing on him, kids climbing all over him, people rubbing his belly for good pregnancies, putting out food offerings that he could never eat, dressing him in clothes he didn’t like... Until one of the other deities took pity on him and answered the prayer of one of the villagers; the tribe leader and gave her a child in the form of a monkey boy with purple hair and bright gold eyes. She raised him as her own but then he did something that destroyed half the village and the people (he retrieved the artifact from the evil god and it was too powerful for him when he accidentally absorbed its power because of his connection to the fertility goddess and it was too much for him). It was the only home he’d known and he was determined to find a way to set things right again and atone for his lost friends and family. He was supposed to become the new tribe leader when his mother died but understandably, the people remaining are frightened and angry with him and don’t trust him anymore. What’s more, they have disowned their goddess, as he was her servant and they no longer trust her either. He doesn’t know how to set things right or restore what was lost so he’s taken to wandering around, using his bardic skills to get by, in hopes he can find the answers somewhere in the world. The goddess guides him sometimes, as he is her only link to existence. If he dies, she will be no more.
Appearance: A young man who appears to be in his mid-twenties and seems to have a perpetual grin on his face. He’s of medium height (168cm) and an average yet slightly toned build. Thai has somewhat pointed ears that could be mistaken for a half elf or demon if it wasn’t for his long, prehensile monkey tail at the back. His grape purple hair sticks out as messy spikes at the front while the rest is tied back in a long ponytail with a simple leather strap. There is matching purple fur on his tail. He has expressive yellow-gold eyes that always seem to glow with mischievous thoughts. He has a tanned skin tone and wears light clothing, such as simple loose shirts with leather vests and usually a pair of lightweight pants. He often prefers to go barefoot and if there’s anything to climb, he’ll usually climb it and camp in it for the view and the love of being in tree canopies. He always carries a bamboo flute with him as well as a lute strung on his back, both of which he is proficient in. He always has at least one brightly coloured item somewhere on his person, whether it be a new hair clip or a brooch, or a piece of ribbon, ring, earring etc.
A). Hair/Eyes: hair is waist length at back, spiky and different lengths at front; grape purple/yellow-gold, expressive B). Body Type: average, slightly toned C). Clothing: Loose linen or cotton shirt, leather vest, simple trousers, goes barefoot or wears sandals or light footwear D). Extra (tattoos, scars, piercings, etc.): both ear lobes pierced, symbol of the goddess over his heart – looks like it’s been branded on him Extra: doesn’t like small spaces, gets claustrophobia. Good listener. Can’t sit still to save his life. Quirks: Likes to climb things, including furniture and buildings, rocky hills, trees. Likes to hang upside down and bounce around, etc. Weaves magic with music – attacks, summons, defence, buffs and healing. He’s stronger in some types than others, just as some people prefer a certain type of music or style over others. He’s travelled from a far land, somewhere tropical, the same place Elza came from, but living in a different part of the jungle. He loves bananas and tropical fruit. Has a wish to try all the fruits in the world and to make a cookbook full of banana recipes. Nice, light/bright upbeat voice, slight rasp
Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 9:12 am
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Feydrah
Name: Feydra Edhelwen Age: 115, equilivant in age to a young adult human. Race: High Elf Gender: Female Significant Other (optional): None, yet.
Pregnant? Yes. If so, how many do you carry? How far along? Twins, 10 months along out of 12. Is it natural or magical? Natural. Details(optional): The children were conceived when a tribe of orcs conquered and pillaged her small village home. Despite the circumstances, she's excited to have children of her own. Because of the difference in size&stature of their race, the pregnancy seems larger than usual on her small frame.
Personality: Feydra is considered brash for an elf, which to a human is still extremely formal and polite. She is quiet and contemplative, but not shy and will never hesitate to state her opinion on a matter that concerns her. Though not yet a mother herself, she is very motherly and has been told she'd make the "perfect wife". Though matters of politics have never interested her, she is intelligent and cunning when it comes to negotiating and debates. She possesses a quick wit and a sharp tongue, though she bites it back whenever possible. Overall, however, she is a genuinely gentle soul.
Biography: Feydra was born into a small village on the outskirts of a forest, an only child. She received a traditional upbringing, and schooling in various subjects, though she never was interested in following in her parents' footsteps. She found happiness in the peaceful life of their secluded village, and pursued her own studies and interests, including alchemy and the arcane arts. Though after years of peace, her village was raided and ransacked by a tribe of orcs, the men slaughtered and women captured. She was sold as a slave, and lived among orcs for a time until she was discovered to be with child and, no longer of use to them, was promptly disposed of along the side road of a trading path. Far from her hometown she couldn't return, though in her heart she knew there was no home left to return to.
Currently, she is a wanderer traveling from place to place, searching for other survivors from the incident that destroyed her hometown. Though as adventurers often do, she finds herself at the behest of others - helping with small tasks in exchange for information, lodging or coin. She is always willing to help where she is needed, and heal the ill or injured.
Appearance:
A). Hair/Eyes: Silvery-blonde/Cerulean blue. B). Body Type: Supple & motherly, yet petite. C). Clothing: Loose flowing fabrics, simple long dresses that aren't restrictive of her form. She no longer wears finery, with a preference for durable and practical clothing. D). Extra (tattoos, scars, piercings, etc.): She can be seen wearing various runic tattoos, though those are temporary.
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Name: Lucan “Luc” Archanes-Runethsyr Age: 131 Race: Sun Elf Gender: Male Significant Other (optional): Currently None
Class and/or Profession: Rune Warrior & Serf
Personality: Luc is a dreamer by the limitations of his station in life. Being a Moon Elf’s serf has given him a general tolerance to other races. However he can be prone to confrontational tendencies when out of the company of a Runethsyr, he holds his tongue otherwise so not to shame the family name. This coupled with streaks of bad luck in his life haven’t helped him get very far in life.
Biography: A slave for most of his early life, Lucan served under a cruel mistress until the day she died, taking only one possession with him. A Rune Sword. His new freedom would be short lived. He was later captured for his rarity, and brought to an auction house. He was about to be sold to an Orc, but was ultimately sold to off to the head of the Runethsyr House. For the many years of positive and honest service, they allowed Lucan to be a Serf and even the honor to hold the family name. Being that he has proven to be quite trustworthy, they ordered him to find their daughter Gwen for them. Their daughter has gone out of contact for many years, and after all the time he was with the family, Lucan the serf happened to be the one they entrusted the most to find her.
Appearance:
A). Hair/Eyes: Brown slick backed neck lengthen hair / Bright Red Eyes. B). Body Type: 1.90m / 6’5 C). Clothing: Brown Leather coat, sword sheathed to back. Leather armor and buckled boots. D). Extra (tattoos, scars, piercings, etc.): Runethsyr Seal on right arm, a brand that ties him to the household of Runethsyr. With it, they can make sure he does not go rogue should he decide to betray their trust. Only a Runethsyr could ever remove the seal.
Extra: His Rune Sword is broken. It’s runes need to be repaired in order to channel magic into the blade. Otherwise, it’s just another run-of-the-mill sword. He is not particularly good with magic and needs a way to channel it.
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Name: Ahtunowhiho (meaning: one who live below) "Ahtu" for short Age: 25 Race: Faun/satyr Gender: Male Significant Other : N/A
Class and/or Profession: Warrior/hunter Weapon-smith
Personality: He is a quaint one, quiet most of the time but when provoked he may be a wild one going back to his roots of defending themselves. but he is also caring as it is in his nature to care for the innocent, and those who need it most
Biography: He grew up in a village, one that was still in its tribal state Ahtu was one of the more intelligent ones though and read any book he got his hands on, he learned more about the world outside his village when he observed travelers near his village.
He was taught to fight and hunt like all the men and boys in his village but ranking below the elders desired levels they just made him stay in the village and craft the weapons which he was good at from all the books he had read.
Ahtu became eager to leave his village,but it would mean he was never allowed back again, and he took that punishment and began his travels to seek more than his village could offer.
Appearance:
A). Hair/Eyes: eyes are a soft brown, his body covered by hair, more like fur s grey with aburn brown tips B). Body Type: muscular build, very much in shape C). Clothing: just a green cloth around his waist to keep himself, covered as not to offened other races with his indecencies D). Extra (tattoos, scars, piercings, etc.): he has green dyed leather braided and tied around his horns with orange/red feathers sticking out
Pregnant? yes If so, how many do you carry? How far along? 1 baby/babies; 3 months along out of 9. Is it natural or magical? natural Details(optional): the unintended love of child of the leader of the adventuring band she was traveling with
Class and/or Profession: Natural Alchemist focusing on healing & potion brewing -upbringing gives her her knowledge of all generally known healing potions & common herbs- Personality: extremely shy and slightly touch phobic due to the trauma she recently experienced Biography: Daughter of a dryad & wandering gem prospector Soft Glade left her mother's home forest at 20 in order to pursue a career as a potion maker using the knowledge of natural cures granted to her by her upbringing in her mother's forest. At 21 she found a potion master willing to take her as a formal apprentice but who died within the year. Deciding that practical experience was a good teacher & her father's wandering feet leaving her with a desire to see the world she joined up with an adventurer band heading several months travel west for a hilly area of Irrim near Springfog town. On the road she began a process of self discovery that culminated with a drunken night with the band's leader. This night produces her pregnancy though she only becomes aware of it a few days prior to their arrival in the hills. Upon the group's arrival in the area they set up camp at a cave mouth about a day's ride from the town thinking the cave would be a good opportunity for leveling and looting. Glade was minding the camp when the band was ambushed by a powerful lich whose tomb was accessed via the cave. Hearing the sounds of ambush she fled blindly into the forest suffering many wounds from lich's hostile undead minions. After two days of blind flight & constant use of her healing potion supplies she stumbles upon Springfog town. Appearance: Thin except for the slight bulge of her pregnancy she is covered by half healed but recently acquired defensive wounds. Her half dryad heritage is clear in her slightly wood toned skin & almost fluid features. Her clothing shares similar signs of wear with the many pockets of those in the healing professions. She carries a small bag with her few remaining potions & ingredients and what little personal effects she has left.
A). Hair/Eyes: long brown hair seemingly unkept but reminiscent of a dryad's bark like tresses & deep brown eyes B). Body Type: short and thin save for the barely noticeable curve of her expanding belly C). Clothing: a thin & ragged set of robes with several torn or missing pockets, no footwear, and a small satchel of potions & potion supplies D). Extra (tattoos, scars, piercings, etc.): A number of recent injuries that have begun to scar over around the shoulders back & forearms, a set of piercings in each ear made of naturally formed wood from her mother's heart tree & decorated with uncut gemstones found by her father
