Personality: Free-spirited, sharp-tongued, short tempered, feisty, outgoing, loud and dogmatic describes Lilli in a nutshell.
Likes: • Performing, like dancing and acting. • Drinking • Sweets, especially dark chocolate. • A good fist-fight at the bar.
Dislikes: • Being chilly in the least amount. • Being proven wrong. • Bad-smells; they assault her good sense of smell • Being told what to do.
Dreams: • Visit the ocean. • Become known, if only locally famous. • Discover her past.
Fears: • Freezing to death. • Drowning • Centipedes
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Marital State: Single
Position/Job: Works at Mabel's Stable & Inn
Biography: ↳: Lillixandra knew not of whence she came, nor her past. She awoke one day in a pile of cold ashes some miles outside of Janhall. There was nothing around her to tell her who she was, not even a scrap of clothing. She had full working knowledge of Janhall's village and the land surrounding it; it seemed as though her memories, if they even existed, were lost or washed from her mind. A small caravan of merchants found her, as bemused as the damsel herself. They took her to the town after they gave her some clothes and a sweet food they called "chocolate." An innkeeper in town took her in for a few years, just so she could get her foot in the door of life. Now she lives above that same inn next to her favorite place: the bar, where she works as a bartender. She works cleaning the inn's rooms and does a little gambling on street fights for extra cash. Don't be surprised if she's the one in the ring occasionally.
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Race: Phoenix Reincarnate, although she just thinks she's Were-Bird.
Aura color: Vermillion
Abilities: • Can transform into a beautiful red bird at will, which gives her the power of flight, as well as increased resistance to heat. • Fast and agile in battle. Relies on quick punches instead of power hits. • Conjures flames around fists like burning gloves. She only uses this when things turn for the worse. Not for street fighting.
Strengths: • Speed • Agility
Weaknesses: • Hard hits • Cold
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✭ Lillixandra's Celestial Form won't get unlocked until she discovers who she really is and arises to power bestowed upon her by her previous lives.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 6:43 pm
Mabel Walker
Day of Birth: "Well, the same day as my bones and a few months before my teeth!"
Age: "The audacity! Didn't your mama teach you it was bad manners to ask how old a lady is?" Pauses and gives a boisterous laugh, slapping her knee.
Personality: Mabel is a friendly old woman who is also very hard working and quite active! You can usually find her outside in the gardens during the day and cooking in the mornings and evening. Mabel tends to take in young people and orphaned children. She gives them a place to sleep and food; when they get old enough to work, they help her. Many stay with her because she basically raised them, but others move to the city and visit often.
Likes: Cooking, gardening, telling stories, tending the horses
Dislikes: Laziness, vanity, cruelty
Biography: "Let's see here. . . . I've been around a long time, much longer than this city, even! When I was a girl, I learned that I could speak to horses. Well, I was friends with some princess, and she was jealous. So she had her court wizard curse me. So I became the old crone you see today, and I'm immortal! It's great!" She cackles again, holding her paunchy stomach. "What a favor, indeed!"
Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 5:09 pm
Ailbe
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Full Name: Ailbe, pronounced Ahl-BAY
True Age: Unknown
Age Appeared: 18
Gender: Female
Blood Type: She has none.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 79 pounds
Eye Color: Milky white, sometimes a pale grey.
Hair Color: Slate grey.
Life View: "How can you have a life view when you aren't even part of the living world?"
Personality: Wild, sneaky, clever
Likes: • Dancing • Drinking • Haunting • Flirting
Dislikes: • Bright Sun • Being proven wrong. • Shouting • Being told what to do.
Dreams: • Fall in love. • Be alive again! • Discover her past.
Fears: • Being trapped for eternity, which is worse than death for her. • "Dying. Yeah, it's possible." • "Crypts, even though I basically rose from one. At least I think that's where I came from. . . ."
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Marital Status: Single
Position/Job: "Dead men don't have jobs! Nor do they need to eat, although food is nice."
Biography: ↳: Ailbe has been around for so long, she forgot her past. Well, she lost her human memories upon her death, which still is still shrouded in mystery. The only deaths she can remember are those of the people she foresaw, the people she wailed for. Ailbe was attached to the Airlie clan for a time, until she somehow drifted away. There is a large gap in her memory after this point. The earliest memories she has after her time with the family was when she cried for days when Rome burned. She remembered watching their emperor--Nero, they called him--fiddle upon his balcony.
Ailbe followed the strange woman they call Mabel Walker to the land of Janhall. She had followed the woman for centuries, ever since the time of Dracula and Rasputin. Her ties to Mabel were immediately severed, and she finally had a free will of her own.
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Race: Banshee
Aura color: It's more like a smoke or fog.
Abilities: • Foresees the death of those near her • A wail that can be hear for miles, letting people know someone is about to die. This isn't under Ailbe's control, and oftentimes sends her into epileptic fits after the incident. • Can change into a white hare at will. Wild animals never attack the creature and some even flee in her presence.
Strengths: • Stealth • Hardy; she is nearly impossible to kill. Only an old, powerful witch would know--like Mabel Walker.
Weaknesses: • Sun, which makes her weak and drains her ability to move. This doesn't kill her though, just makes her completely powerless until moonrise. • Vampires. Vampires are able to take control of banshees and sometimes uses them as servants and even bait for human.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 6:23 pm
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Name: Jopen Indigo-Lizard of Cobalt, usually referred to as "Jo," and occasionally "Colbie"--but mostly by children. Age: About five centuries, so she is still very young. She appears to be 18 in her Huplan Aqeck--which is dragon for "human dress," or human form. Gender: Female. Type: Dragonkin. Job: Acrobat & Dancer
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Physical Characteristics: Huplan Aqeck: Jopen is about 5' 3" and very skinny, although muscular and lithe. She has small breasts, but they'd just get in the way of her acrobatics. Her silvery-blue hair is always tied up out if her face, unless she is asleep or for exceptions. Jo has long toes, although she doesn't really mind them; they're great for climbing in her Huplan Aqeck. Her nails, which grow quickly, are of medium length, although strong and sharp. Jopen's eyes are a diluted rose color whose fierce slitted pupils are an almost instant tip to her ethnicity. There is also a faint lilac birthmark that looks similar to a dragon's scale in the center of her back, although it is merely roughly the size of two thumbnails. She usually keeps the mark hidden from sight when customers are around, since it is a surefire way to make people panic. Wranyx Aqeck ("dragon dress"): Her armored scales are a metallic, deep indigo color. They are smaller than usually, which makes her more flexible in flight as well as on ground. The scales of her underbelly are in a tighter pattern as well, which adds extra protection to her weakest spot. Even as a dragon, Jopen is quite petite. She is 6' 4" at the shoulder--her neck stretched up makes her around 9' tall--and from snout to tail she is 19' 11" long. Her tail is quite is long, and has a feathered tuft that ombres from indigo to a lapis lazuli color. The same goes for her large feathered wings. Jopen also has a crown of magnificent lapis lazuli colored feathers that are a stark contrast to her long, brilliant white horns. Her eyes are also the color of lapis lazuli in her dragon form, which differs from her human form. In this form, she also has the ability to "breathe" blue lightning and sometimes a thick and toxic purple gas that coats the lungs and smothers whoever inhales it.
Personality: Jo hates being in one place for too long and is very fidgety. She's a young woman full of energy and occasionally joins her fellow acrobat Kira Lewinsky in her pranks. Jo is very outgoing and gregarious, oftentimes walking amongst the crowds outside the circus tent and socializing. Usually very upbeat, Jo likes to dance at random times when she isn't practicing, although she has been known to go off on her own to write poetry or fly low in her dragon form before flying high in the sky in a dragon dance. Jopen can have a very short temper when she gets stressed, and sometimes makes her eyes change to that of her dragon form and her horns to begin growing from her skull. She always tries to be optimistic and happy for the sake of the people around her, but sometimes feels alone because she's never met another dragonkin in this place.
Background: Jopen was the daughter of Knabqam Indigo-Lizard and her mate Jioxom the Cobalt. In her young fledgling life, Jopen was raised in a conformist colony of dragons in a land very far from the one she is in now. You could even venture to say it's on a different plane altogether. Jopen was a bright young gelding, and very creative. But she also had a dangerous rebel streak that caused a lot of trouble for her and her family, especially when she became more clever and persuasive as she grew older. The elders of the colony felt that she was threatening their ancient ways and told her she had two options: stay and behave (conform), or leave as an honored exile. Naturally, Jo took the latter and ended up in the world she is in now. She was lost for a long time, living in a cave up in the mountains above a small village whose main economic income was from their sheep. Many times the villagers tried to drive her away, afraid she would devour all their sheep, or even their children one day. Jopen was too smart to let that happen, and humans tasted bitter and had a bad aftertaste. One day, a mysterious man known simply as the Ringmaster offered her a place with the troupe. He taught her how to change forms so her draconic and intimidating shape wouldn't scare off customers, as well as how to dance in the air with the grace of a dragon in flight. After a long time in that business, many bad things happened in a certain backwoods town and Jopen had to flee. She found herself a century or two--human years were nothing to her vast age--later a nice place to stay. They call it Janhall.
Nicknames: Vi, or just Hawkes, usually. You could call her Seacorn (referencing her narwhal accident) if you so chose, if you wanted your nose to make acquaintance with her fist.
Age: 23 Gender: Female Race: Human
Height: 5' 3" Weight: 124 lbs
Current Residence: A pleasant little cottage--er, shack by the sea near the docks of Janhall.
Occupation: Striker, which is the fisherman of a ship.
Piercings/Tattoos/Scars of Note: Has a long, pale scar that stretches from her left hip to her ribs, just shy of her left breast. She got it in a fishing accident that she'd rather not talk about. (A narwhal got the better of her, the sly creature.) Octavia also has this strange--thing--about fishhooks as earrings. Don't be surprised if she gets some sort of infections from it often. She likes to use them for fishing as well, says its handy. Disgusting, if you ask me. Some say the young woman has a tattoo of a tribal dolphin on her arse, but that's just what goes around the rumor mill. I wouldn't know for sure.
Skills And Abilities: Octavia is a pretty damn good fisherwoman, just ask anyone in the village. She's by no means the best, but she's probably the fourth or fifth. In the women category, that is. She's a strong swimmer and seems to glide through the water. She can be pretty stealthy, and a damn good liar, at least when she's not drinking. (It doesn't take much to get her drunk, she's definitely a lightweight!) Octavia is pretty handy with a dirk, but honestly feels more at home with a well-balanced pike or spear in her hands.
Personality: If I told you Octavia was a logical and observant person, I'd be lying. The lass usually has her head in the clouds or sea, depending on what she's doing. The only time she's pointedly observant is when she's staring into the sea. Vi is a gregarious and sociable lass, although sometimes her friendliness is taken as being flirty. Depends on the girl you ask. She's pretty naive in the realm of honest-to-god love and is a romantic at heart. She's usually optimistic and kind--especially to children--but can become snarky. Usually when she's tired. Although loyal, her broken trust can almost never be regained and she can hold a hell of a grudge. Vi isn't violent by nature, but when her emotions are unstable, she can get pretty wolfish.
History: Octavia's history isn't all that special. She was raised rather modestly in a homely fishing village. When she turned 13, she went to a city called Carran to apprentice with a master fisherman. (Carran is one of the largest port cities in the world. It's very far away from Janhall.) She's pretty adept now, and she would be better, if she hadn't been such a wild child in the big city. Her parents were rather restrictive, but most were in such a small village. She returned home, and all was well. Vi fished and made her own living, refusing to settle down as early as most girls did. But as village codgers like to do, they tried to force her into a marriage with her childhood friend Luka. So Vi being Vi, she left again, this time deciding to reside in Janhall and make a living as a fisherwoman.
Anything else: Has a spear that--with the pull of a handy lever--changes into a trident for fishing. Or seriously mauling enemies. It is decorated with the teeth of a shark and the end of the handle has a deadly narwhal horn attached to it. (Damnable beast deserved it. . . .)
Writing Sample: The Narwhal Incident
"Don't you even think about going after that thing!"
A young woman gazed down into the crystal clear waters, watching a large dark shape glide beneath them, weaving in and out of the coral reefs. The beast was trapped, but not yet in a panic. "Well, who's to say I won't," she challenged without looking up. Her long bangs framed her face and the tips barely touched the surface of the slightly waving water. Her blue eyes were trained on the creature, knuckles white from clenching the boat so hard. A man a little older than her was sitting nearby. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, but she couldn't see him, nor did she care.
"Just so you know, that thing will kill you easy. Slice you right through, if it doesn't run you through on that wicked sharp horn," he continued. Now it was the woman's turn to roll her eyes. He was always such a stickler and was hardly ever any fun. He wouldn't even cliff jump with her, especially now that his dad ran the village.
She leaned back from the water and took her pants off, leaving her in just a bandeau and small, tight cloth shorts designed for smooth swimming. She looked at her companion, a grin on her face. "Well don't just stare, Luka. You act like I'm naked or something," she said with a laugh. "Hand me my spear, you baby," she commanded, holding out an almost childlike hand. He grumbled about something under his breath, cheekbones flushed red, before placing the woman's precious spear in her palm.
She decided to pay no mind to the way he had been looking at her for the past few days. They had been friends since early childhood, running all over the village and swimming together constantly. Once upon a time, she might have considered throwing away their friendship for something more--or less, depending on whether you looked at how bonded they were now. But a lot of things had changed since that time. She had gone to the big city and lived. She wasn't going to throw away her freedom now. She was destined for big things, she could feel it in her bones. And Luka didn't quite fit into those plans, she decided.
"Be careful, Vi," he said, more softly than earlier. She turned to look at him, but he was looking into the water on the other side of the boat. She gave a a quiet sigh and rose to her feet, carefully so as not to rock the boat and cause them both to go over. The young woman called Vi stood with her feet together, arms up and pointing to the sky. The spear, which was almost as long as she was, was clasped between her two hands. After relishing in the warmth of the sun, she dove into the water, barely rippling the surface and making no splash.
The water was like an old lover, caressing her bare skin with its coolness. She kicked a few times before she was able to glide through the water, cutting through it like a mermaid. The fish around her scattered, but lazily. They knew she meant no harm, they just knew to avoid the shiny object and move out of her way. Vi was raised in these waters, and many of the fish had heard about her from their grandparents. Since she was such a strong swimmer, it took barely any time for her to reach the area of the reef the once obscure creature was trapped. It hadn't seen her yet, but it was already looking agitated. The beast was small for its kind, and far from its waters. Vi got closer, glad for how unnaturally long she could hold her breath; it was like a gift from the gods.
The young woman had never came into contact with these creatures, but she had heard stories about how it could be tamed like a dolphin and calmed before its end. So Vi reached out a gentle hand and let it settle on the beast's smooth hide. But quite the opposite happened. As soon as her flesh made contact with it's, it thrashed wildly, its dangerous and long horn flailing about. The young woman reacted quickly, using the reefs around her to push away from the creature and into safety. But she wasn't swift enough.
The tip of the horn found her hip and traced a slow path up her stomach before leaving her skin right below her left breast. She looked down at the scratch, expecting little damage, seeing as though it didn't hurt as bad as she thought. But as she watched it, the long scratch opened up like a flower, blood blooming from her abdomen in a beautiful but macabre scene. A sound escaped her then, one of fear. The creature heard her and whipped around, intent on making its adversary lie still. But it was the hunter's turn to act first. She reeled her arm back and settled her feet on the reef behind her. The moment the creature began to turn, she pushed off the coral and shot forward, spear outstretched.
Back on the boat, the young man watched the scene unfold in growing worry. When his old friend first dove into the water, he watched her with something more than admiration and lust. He thought she was going to kill the narwhal easily, until it thrashed. For a moment he sat shocked. But the sight of her blood was enough to get him into the water, screaming for help. Luckily no one else was on the water, allowing the sound to carry all the way to the village. But on the other side of that coin, no one would be out there soon enough. Luka sent a silent prayer before stripping down to his skivvies and diving in after her.
He was halfway there when the beast turned belly up, bubbles coming from its blowhole and blood blooming into Vi's. The creature still had the spear sticking out of its side, but Luka could see her nowhere. It wasn't until he had to break the surface that he saw her clinging onto the beast's horn, pale but grinning weakly.
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