This is war,a bloody thing where even if you win you lose. All those involved lose, especially those caught in the crossfire. Those not fighting struggle in poverty due to the high taxes caused by the war. Some towns and cities in both warring kingdoms have even become battle grounds, bodies littering the streets. Nothing is as it was and the people of both warring kingdoms are suffering, even the high born. All of this strife, blood, death, and hate over a small costal kingdom lying between the two. War always stems from such minor disputes. As the war rages on without a winner, causing even more pain and suffering, a small group of people brought together only by chance are running and trying to stay out of the war and stay alive. They have nothing in common, no reason to be together except mutual survival. However, on the verge of escaping from the pain and death…an ancient secret is discovered and a way to stop the war is revealed. With the two kingdoms standing on the verge of destruction…will they choose to run or face the truth and will one be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice? Can this small group make a difference and save both kingdoms from utter destruction?
Dislikes: Dark places, small places, fighting, killing innocent people, people, being close to people, love, cold, snow, running, war.
Backstory: Lyre was born in a desert town in Lunaris which now no longer exists for reasons unknown to anyone but her. Forced to join the army after trying to kill herself she ran and has been running ever since. She bears a strange mark covering her right arm and hand.
Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 9:20 am
Name: Ethan Alexander Couseland
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Race:Half-Elf Origin (Lunaris or Solaris): Solaris
Class: Guardian
Appearance: (He keeps his slightly pointy ears behind his hair.) Personality: Kind,caring,loyal,protective, quiet, and a tiny bit naive.
Weapon: Gauntlets and a Buster Sword
Likes: Travelling, music, food, practicing his hand to hand combat, women, and listening to stories.
Dislikes: People who abuse their power/the law. Killing anyone who cant defend themselves. Being called a Orphan, or being asked,"How'd you get those scars?" Slavery.
Backstory: Ethan was born in a small country town in Solaris, surronded by nature he was raised up unti he was 7. When his parents suddenly vanished,leaving him alone until a wandering caravan stumbled upon his home. The rest he doesnt like to talk about.
Dislikes:War, killing, needless bloodshed, ruined and wasted food, foul words, doing things against his will and making others do things against theirs, abuse and mistreatment of people.
Backstory:Born into his life, Maximus learned from his father the work and trade of healing others while protecting yourself. It was his family's tradition. Those with magic would heal and keep their hands stained with as little blood as possible. Not only that, but they traveled and offered their aid to the people, seeking only to help and treat those that were sick or wounded. They have been doing that since the ancient times, passing along teachings and the true inheritance of his family.
Weapon: beast magic and animals. (the two in the pic)
Likes: Animals, nature, music, seasons, traveling, being outside, veggies, fruit, dancing, kind people, simple things
Dislikes: Humans, cities, war, fighting, meat, being inside for long, small spaces, expensive things, mean people, fire, weapons of any kind
Backstory: Always bright and cheerful Lethe grew up in a small town until the age of ten when it was destroyed in a previous war with another kingdom. Homeless and all alone she turned to her magic and the two animals that had been with her since birth. Only caring to enter large towns or cities for shelter in the winter she keeps to the wilds, living alone and protecting the animals that live there as best she can. Despite her dislike of her own race she is still very outgoing, especially when it comes to kind people and won’t shy away from anything new.
Weapon: Magic; blessings, curses and the like. Takes to daggers, dirks and knives.
Likes: Textbooks, scrolls, bibles, holy manuals, literature in general as well as reading, rats, bats, sharp objects, the moon, rituals and the prospect of ritual, cults, prophecies, studies, academia, the priesthood, priests, religion, make-up, lust, magic, hexes, letters, ruins, churches and temples.
Dislikes: War, heathens, narrow-mindedness, jealousy, greed, gluttony, hate crimes, racism, fecal matter, monkeys and bad smells.
Backstory: Slither was born out of the fires of hell and deposited in the woods during a ritual by a band of acolytes of a satanic cult which had been praying for a godsend to solve their problems. This band quickly adopted her and raised her, teaching her everything they knew. Being a creature of letters, Slither took her studies very seriously and learned incredibly well. She grew up a prodigy of magic, especially magics centering around holy/unholy and divine/undivine studies. With her great prowess in the studies she pursued, Slither sought and found solutions to the falling cult's problems until all was well and they were able to rejoice in the blessings she had given them to solve their struggles away. When the cult was fully cared for, Slither moved on, taking to pursuing literature and ancient writings on demonology, angeletry, godliness, blessings, curses, psalms and other such fields of interest. She continued living as an eternally youthful prodigy gathering and harnessing wisdom out in the wilds all on her own, with only mild interaction with the outside world. ___Living alone like she did, Slither Faeitta was an eccentric and brilliant dark cleric with abilities that hadn't been heard of for thousands of years, or at all. Some of her studies into magic and other such fields and their practices lead to her developing skills and powers that were entirely new, and could only be found in hints and riddles in ancient volumes. Most of her interaction with the outside world over the two-hundred years since she'd solved the cult's problems was with young heroes seeking great wisdom or secrets to finish their quests, or when members of the cult would come to pay their respects to her with fresh sacrifices and texts to appease their long-ago savior. Of course, after two-hundred years, none of the members she'd originally set out to save were still alive; so all of the visitors from the cult were youngbloods who'd only heard of her great gifts to their world, and had not witnessed them at the time they'd occurred. Occasionally Slither would shamble into local towns to acquire special goods and shop, but for the most part she kept to herself in caves, cabins and the woods outside of the major settlements. ___When the war started, Slither was opposed to its inception, but it had little influence on her life. Other than bands of heroes stopping by her to request her services in seeking great weapons or other such achievements to give them the upper hand in fights to come, her relationship with the war was mild, with her living in isolation. Studying the winds gave word of the ongoings in the world around her, however, and Slither knew well what was transpiring in the world as a result of the tedious and tenuous war that was going on around her, and she wished to see it end. With no end in sight, however, she sufficed to leave it behind her, and took off to leave the world and its wars behind as she herself travel onward to other lands. Who knows, perhaps there are unheard of texts and tombs ripe with secret knowledge in the distant parts of the world. Still, Slither yearns to help the war end, and to bring people out of the suffering they're distraught in. Being a Succubus, she much prefers the falling into pleasure and love to the pain and struggle of war.
Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 1:20 pm
Ethan Kirito Soul
Demon soul catcher
Sadistic Fairytale
(My other character isn't coming in just yet so this is just Lyre for right now.)
Snow fell silently in small flurries upon a small town high in the mountains. The streets were empty, the inhabitants having fled to the warmth of a tavern room or their home for the night. A lone figure stumbled along the snowy streets, leaving a trail in the deep snow that was tainted pink after her passing. The figure's clothes were in tatters, her boots soaked and falling apart. Only their filthy, blood stained black cloak was intact. Both the remains of their clothes and their skin were stained with blood as well. Not all of it was their's, though alot of it was. A long, bloody gash slashed across their stomach, hidden barely by a pale arm pressed against the frozen blood. The other arm, the right one, was covered by a single intact glove and hung limp at the figure's side. Blue eyes stared out of the hood, fixed on some place in the distance. Frozen strands of long, white hair stained pink by blood clung to the face and neck. Lyre wasn't sure where she was going at all as she dragged her weak, battered body through that cold wet snow. Something had drawn her to this town at the risk of being caught. She was no longer shivering from the cold, couldn't feel her hands or feet, but onward she pressed towards an old looking house with a snow covered porch and a light on inside. However, her body was too weak to reach the place that called to her in this strange land. She collapsed in the snowy street, face down. Snow filled her nose and mouth, threatening to suffocate her but she couldn't move anymore. Slowly in the snow her blue eyes closed as she waited for Death to come.
(My other character isn't coming in just yet so this is just Lyre for right now.)
Snow fell silently in small flurries upon a small town high in the mountains. The streets were empty, the inhabitants having fled to the warmth of a tavern room or their home for the night. A lone figure stumbled along the snowy streets, leaving a trail in the deep snow that was tainted pink after her passing. The figure's clothes were in tatters, her boots soaked and falling apart. Only their filthy, blood stained black cloak was intact. Both the remains of their clothes and their skin were stained with blood as well. Not all of it was their's, though alot of it was. A long, bloody gash slashed across their stomach, hidden barely by a pale arm pressed against the frozen blood. The other arm, the right one, was covered by a single intact glove and hung limp at the figure's side. Blue eyes stared out of the hood, fixed on some place in the distance. Frozen strands of long, white hair stained pink by blood clung to the face and neck. Lyre wasn't sure where she was going at all as she dragged her weak, battered body through that cold wet snow. Something had drawn her to this town at the risk of being caught. She was no longer shivering from the cold, couldn't feel her hands or feet, but onward she pressed towards an old looking house with a snow covered porch and a light on inside. However, her body was too weak to reach the place that called to her in this strange land. She collapsed in the snowy street, face down. Snow filled her nose and mouth, threatening to suffocate her but she couldn't move anymore. Slowly in the snow her blue eyes closed as she waited for Death to come.
___The cold air blew in small gusts down the roads and alleys of the town as Slither walked down the main road in the small town towards the inn. She'd stopped there hoping for a resupply on some basic herbs, but all of the shops were closed. Sighing, she continued down the main road, looking at the wooden and brick structures along the path. It was freezing out, and it appeared from the street that everyone had taken refuge from the cold inside, sounds of cheer and merriment could be heard echoing out of the inn. Clashing tankards and hoots and hollers gave away to the life inside of the biggest building in the town. Slither's skirt bounced against her legs as she walked forward in her typical long strides, she could feel the cold caressing her body and was revitalized by the sensation. She wasn't human, and didn't posses the human weakness of vulnerability to the elements. In her time she'd lived in icy caverns and walked through fire, and neither had resulted in harm to her person. As she was walking, something on the floor caught her eyes. A great splotch of red contrasting dramatically with the white of the snow-laden floor; it was blood. Slither walked towards the spot of red dousing the otherwise pale white snow and bent over it, noticing it trailed off passed the inn in streams and splotches dotting the trail of worn boot treads, unless the blood wasn't theirs, someone was badly injured. "s**t." mumbled Slither Faeitta under her breath as she walked along the trail of blood, her compassion getting the better of her as she sought out the injured subject, hoping it wasn't too late to revitalize them and mend their wounds. She could bring the dead back too life if they hadn't been dead for too long, and the trail looked fresh, so her hopes were high. Her hands instinctively went into conjuring position as she followed the trail, in case something dangerous were to pop up; though judging by the still and settled silence of the road and the sounds of good cheer coming from the inn, it wasn't likely that anything hostile was on the road; not unless it was an expert at stealth. ___Slither quickly noticed the body of a collapsed humanoid lying face-down in the snow. She gasped, then ran forward towards the body, "Hey, hey! Are you okay?" She stretched out her foot and rolled the body over with the toe of her boot, looking intently at the figure to try to note where she was wounded, there was blood all over the figure. Down her cloak, all over her arms... Slither began waving her hands over the body, preparing a link between it and herself so that she could begin the healing process.
Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 9:38 pm
Maximus
Heaving out a heavy sigh of exhaustion, Maximus treated the young woman inside their house. The father was sitting at the table eyeing him with a stern look that could crush a boulder. Speaking softly and using only a minor spell he gave the woman a way to fight off the symptoms from her illness. With that done he nodded to the container that he brought with him. Giving the father instructions of when she needed to take it and how best to prepare it, he was finished with his last house call for the day.
Collecting his bag he moved out into the cold air that greeted him with a blast of powder to his face. A gift from the wind that danced away before he could protest. Crunching through the snow he moved slowly down a side path that few used, which simply meant more for him to crunch and slug through. Cruse all this snow. Does little good for this town with almost half of the people sick. Just another pain in my rear. Losing himself in sour thoughts he moved slowly and walked out onto one of the main streets.
Seeing a trail that had been craved out already, he jumped into it grateful for whoever made it. Making better time and speed he frowned as he saw a woman crouching down up ahead of him. Moving up closer he saw that she crouching over someone lying on the ground. More work to do...yay. He thought grumbling to himself as he moved up quicker saying,"I'm a healer. What's wrong? Are you two okay?" The tone in his voice was soft and tender as he came up beside them. Healing was his family's business and had been for generations. Regardless how tired he felt, he always checked on those who needed a healer.
Sitting on the floor of one of the bedrooms the Tavern was renting out with his sword leaning against the wall. Ethan was doing his daily exercises to keep himself in shape. His gauntlets were sitting on the bed along with a set of bandages, he let out a long sigh before saying," Its bad enough that I can't get a job around here. But I have to spend my savings to rent a room, I guess I'm just lucky that this room was cheap.." Standing up he decided he should go down and get him something to eat, no alcohol though. Which meant the temptation of the Taverns food must not be heeded, so he got up putting on his coat and strapping his gauntlets onto his arms. Left the room.
Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 12:42 am
Ethan Kirito Soul
Demon soul catcher
Kalika Kingslayer
___Slither heard the sound of approaching boots in the snow, the soft crunching of chunks of drifted snow could be heard distinctly echoing out of an alleyway to her right, and she quickly stopped her spell and hid her hands. The woman was wounded, but could Slither heal her without giving her powers away? What if the one approaching was one of the King's guard or another patron of the war who would have her forced into training to join the fight between Lunaris and Solaris? She couldn't risk being caught like that, but she couldn't risk simply letting this fallen warrior die either. Slither Faeitta closed on herself, folding her wings tightly against her back and arching forward with her arms poised at her side to look into the shadows and see... a roughly attractive young man in blue robes. He said he was a healer, and asked if everyone was alright. Slither sighed. Not one of the King's guard, nothing to fear here.
___Slither raised her self from her hips into a standing position and made a minutely sad face, "I'm afraid not, this warrior here is badly wounded. I didn't see the scuffle, nor do I know where she came from." Slither spoke boldly but tactfully, her tone was bleak and factual as she spoke. "I'm afraid she may die if no one sees to her wounds and..." Slither's right hand began coiling itself in her hair, wrapping the long strands around her fingers and letting them slide off only to wrap her fingers up again, "I think she needs some place warm to recover from the cold." The tall, slender woman said. "Please, if you could spare the effort, I'd like to see this woman live. You're a healer, are you available? And how much will it cost?"
(Lyre also doesn't speak their language so... The reasons why will be reveealed later.)
Weakly, oh so slowly, Lyre moved. The most she managed to do was flip herself back to her stomach while the two people spoke their strange language. Once more her body moved forward, this time in a crawl, towards the place that was calling her. No longer could she feel the pain of her wounds or even her body. How she managed to even move was a mystery. Her lips were blue, her clothes frozen to her body with her own blood as well as the blood of the men she'd killed. She hadn't understood them either. Through her muddied thoughts one was clearer than all the rest, even than the one driving her to keep moving. 'I couldn't have been asleep for long, a day at the most. Everything is different. How could it have changed in such a short time?' That thought kept going through Lyre's head despite the cold as she did her best to crawl forward in the snow. This little town hadn't even been there when she'd come to the region several months ago. All she could remember was snowy wilderness. As the cold effected her brain that was all she saw and the voices she heard, one sounded like her companion Soren. It was different though, more weary than she remembered it. That was the last thought to cross her mind as she collapsed one more into the snow.This time she didn't move or try to because if Soren was there then she would be okay.
Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 9:33 pm
Maximus
Maximus gave the woman a soft smile that was only a little better than a smirk as he got a closer look at her. While his eyes didn't stray from her face much more than the glance down to the one that was laying in the snow, he took in her stance and the way she was holding herself. Trouble...She's trouble... He thought slowly as his eyes momentary shifted to her hand coiling her hair only to let it slip and recoil it. Lots of trouble. Clearing his throat he waved his hand dismissing the cost saying, "First I treat them, then comes the talk about the price. Turning back he looked at the woman in the snow only to find that she moved during their exchange of words. Leaving a red streak in the snow that mirrored her earlier path. She moves, that's a good sign. In only a moment his mind shifted to his professional state as he moved to her side. Looking her over he fell quiet thinking about her wounds and how much blood she had lost, systematically working over her condition. Blood lost, serve. Frostbite, definitely. Once she gets warm the blood will again flow out of her, its frozen closed. For the most part at least. Moving quickly his mind ran through how best to treat her based on knowledge that was piratically instinct. Slipping his arms under the woman he lifted her carefully as he told the other woman, "Can you grab my bag? She needs attention immediately. My house isn't far from here, I'll treat her there." He was tired and exhausted, but someone needed his help. And he couldn't live in his family's house if he didn't try to help her.
The brown haired male had left the tavern in search of a restaurant or some sort of place where he could get some food. He walked around outside in the snow, glad he had his heavy coat now. Otherwise hed probably regret not keeping his full beard when he had the chance. He let out a long sigh as he walked, a hand going to the necklaces he was wearing, and his eyes shut. He stopped walking or a few minutes, thinking about what all he could do in this town to make a little extra money so that hed have a actual job. Then at least he might be able to stay here a while, his eyes opened and he began to walk again. Looking to each of the buildings. Most of them were closed due to how late it was, or because of the snow. He could never tell when it came to these things.
