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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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 Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 9:09 am
 Cirian ▪ Hellhound ▪ Stellaluna SkywindSAMPLESTyre Partea  Delphine ▪ Unicorn ▪ Stellaluna SkywindSamplesTyre
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 1:46 pm
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Varying heights from 4' 8" to 5' 3" at the shoulder for females and 5' 0" to 5' 6" at the shoulder for males. Respectively, the average weight for females is is 400-600 pounds, and males, 550 - 800 pounds. Relative in size to a larger pony breed.
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Hounds are very wolf life in their structure. Some hounds may appear shorter in hair and snout, much like that of bulldog. Their appearance tends to fluctuate depending on the will of their bonded master, as well of the individual spirit of the animal. Sleeker forms and longer fur is often attributed to a nature suited more to hunting prey, rather than fighting. They're vicious in stature and appearance having sharp claws, sharp fanglike teeth, and powerful jaws. They are almost always black, otherwise dark in color.
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Hell hounds are shadowy creatures and are said to be eternal, although they can be killed with the right weaponry.
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Hell hounds generally live in volcanic or desolate areas. They are pack animals with a male hierarchy so it is not uncommon to find packs of hounds in pockets. Many prefer to live closer to the service of their masters. They are not common in either Partea, nor Tyre.
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Hell Hounds are carnivorous in nature. They often skip greenery and anything that is not meaty protein all together. They do not discriminate between the meat being human, animal, or other.
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Hell hounds breed much in the manner of wolves, or normal hounds. A male and female will copulate to produce live young. From this mating pups are born and grow rather rapidly in the first year to take on a good size and form that finished developing around the eighth year of existence. Their abilities as hounds, whether hunting or tracking, develop later.
Pups can be taken from their mother immediately after their birth and raised on milk as potent as their mothers. Females reach peak reproduction age on their twenty-first birthday. On this day, their scent is quite pungent, sending off quite a summoning of males. When a female is impregnated, it stops the scent, and the female becomes claimed by the hound who is the father of the pups.
Females may have only one mate, given the possessive features of males, but males may take many females for their own collection of mates. Pups are at the mercy and call of the father, who may decide to keep, kill, give away, etc. any pups sired by one of his females. However, many pups are actually stolen away by humans and raised as pets/weapons/tools. Their impressionable nature, added to being taken at birth makes hounds quite loyal to their selected masters.
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Aside from the complex mating ideals, hell hounds are not that different from normal wolves, or even domesticated dogs, in the way they live. The person they owe their service to, is generally the first person the pup is introduced to outside the parents. On occasion, it has been know that pups can be in the service of their parents, but this is generally uncommon. They are impressionable early on and will tame easily under the direction of their master during development. This behavior changes as they grow older, making it harder to sway them, but it is still possible.
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People fear hell hounds, as they are a sign of death. If one has the displeasure of meeting a hell hound, it is almost a certain death sentence. However, those who are brave enough, and know of their existence may try to possess one for their own use as a weapon/pet/project.
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Unicorns are much the same size as a normal full grown horse breed. Standing about five feet at the shoulder and weighing about 1000 lbs, unicorns are slightly lighter than the average horse.
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Unicorns have a rather long, curled horn at the center of their head, below the ear line. Horns vary in color and appearance on individual unicorns but most commonly are twisted in fashion and a solid color. Unicorn coats themselves come every shade of the rainbow, from whence they were said o emerge and be able to cross. Normally, unicorns are a solid shade of an individual color with a slighty darker or lighter mane and tail color.
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Unicorns can live for a very long time, given the purity of their blood, however, they are normally killed prematurely as children, or young adults.
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Unicorns are forest and plain animals. They prefer lush greenery to assist with their diet and wouldn't mind being bar sources of water either. They are very rare in both Tyre and Partea.
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Unicorns are herbivores and will not eat anything that lives other than greenery of the forest.
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Unicorns, much like horses reproduce on a normal cycle, just as horses. They have no special gestation or birthing processes. offspring will be born with a small, dull horn, which will grow with time as the body matures. At six years, the unicorn shape will be full matured.
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Much like horses, Unicorns prefer the safety of herds. Given their hunted nature, they often are very alert as loners and seek shelter in lush greenery where it is easier to hide. They are not terribly combative unless challenged, in which case, they can be quite stubborn. Their main source of battle prowess is the wielding of their horn. It is often enforced at it's base. They are otherwise peaceful, quiet creatures that have the ability to purify water sources with their horns for consumption as well as help in cleaning wounds.
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Unicorns are revered for their healing properties, as well as for their purity. There are several myths and legends that say unicorns possess magic to grant wishes, or make magical occurrences happen, and thus, unicorns have been widely hunted for their horns, as well as their fur and manes.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 12:39 am
 
Cirian DuFay the hellhound
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Cirian is a good medium build. He is not too stocky, nor too lithe that he can not fight his way as a human. He has the figure of an upper-class man without calloused hands of those of lower birth. He is muscled however, from training mildly at swordplay, and moving his wares across Tyre.
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Cirian's Brand began as a simple flourish of lines. It turns into something far more sinister once he becomes his other half.
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Merchant- Spices, Oils, Herbal Necessities as a specialty, but not limited to only such.
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Cirian has a very quick tongue and is generally good at bargaining. He knows a fair amount about spices, and how to tell a fake coin from a real one. His eye for a poker face and reading people is fairly adept as well.
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Cirian, despite being a merchant's son is rather down to earth. He is determined, charming, and quite a hard worker. He understands that nothing in life if given for free, and has worked form the bottom up to develop his father's business in hopes of being the chose successor of the family trade. He is strong, funny, and loyal to those he cares about. He is fair and knows what mercy is, and gives it when deserved. He does like a gamble here or there, and can be stubborn at times, but he is by no means a lush or not in control of himself. In fact, he controls his vices with an almost fanatical intake. Pushing him to other limits may find an individual in a bit of a struggle.
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Growing up in Tyre, Cirian was born as the third son of a motehr and father of the merchant class. He was the last of three hearty boys, and was considered really, only to be the spare if there was a loss or failure on the part of his brothers. Knowing he would never have a hand in the family business, his father paid him less attention than his other two sons, grooming them to be the successors to his business empire. Of course, Cirian, as the youngest, had few expectations of him. he was to help his mother around the house and occasionally he would be allowed to look at his father's ledgers and books just so that he could experience the life of a merchant. He wanted for nothing, but did not truly have what he needed.
When his older brother was summoned up the mountain to claim passage into adulthood as many Tyrians were blessed to achieve, the male never returned. Much to his father's rage, the prime candidate of succession for his empire was gone, away on some foolish mission of folly that would not bear well in any lifestyle choice. Instead, it was up to the second born, who had never been good at the merchant lifestyle. He was an artist, and while Cirian was still overlooked, he continued his studies in secrets, admiring his father's ledgers and accounts, making investments in the market with the few coins he got here and there from his mother spoiling him when she sold a particularly beautiful piece of embroidery. While his father ignored him completely, his mother doted on him when she could, and Cirian was determined to prove himself a son of worth.He trained to be a proper gentleman, taking up sword lessons with one of the noble squires when he was able to afford the hefty fees from his own adventures and investments.
Upon his eighteenth birthday, when his elder brother proved to be incompetent in a bar game and wound himself with a sizable debt and collectors coming after his body, Cirian proved to his father that his years of neglect were not useless. The boy himself had spent much time play the game of the market in the manners he could, selling his mother's spare embroidery pieces, giving her some of the profit and proving his worth in his studies of the new trade of spices that came in from other nations. This was impressive to his hard assed father, who decided to give his youngest son a probationary period to work on his career as a merchant. If Cirian was able to maintain the business for three years of the merchant cycle, the youngest son would become heir to the empire of his father. And so, Cirian's goal, aside from becoming an active member of the Tyrian community has to become a successful merchant to prove his father wrong, and be able to support his mother, should she ever decide to leave his a** hat of a father.
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Cirian is pretty good at navigating the streets, and the back alley type of bargains. He knows where to find things that aren't common, both in merchant sales, and in other types of trades.
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Stellaluna Skywind
 
Delphine Mykonos the unicorn
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Willowy and free. Delphine, while strong physically, is small featured and long limbed, making for a beautiful combination. She is fit and graceful.
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Delphine is a female bard. She spins tales, sings songs, and in general entertains, even though in all technicality, she is a noble born lady.
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Despite her education as a noble woman, Delphine has turned her attention primarily to music and the spinning of tales in an entertaining fashion. She is competent on the lute, harp, and transverse flute as well as several types of small percussion. She also has fair talentvocally to spin her tales.
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Delphine is an interesting individual. She's very extroverted and empathetic. She uses her empathetic qualities to feel the crowd she preforms for to better give the audience their desires. She is creative and quick thinking to spin her tales. She does not necessarily believe in the hierarchy of the world as it has been set out. Being a noble herself, she finds the social pressures from that life to be confining and much prefers the lives of peasants despite their often crude manners and inability to bathe properly. She is a proud creature and is fairy knowledgeable, but does not use her skills or knowledge in a condescending manner. She prefers to blend into the crowd when not performing, and may seem rather nosy with her persistence to keep up with all common events. She is, however, a free person, and does not deal well with confinement, nor unbreakable rules.
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Born into one of the noble houses of Tyre, Delphine was the first girl, and the second child to a wealthy family. Her parents, being older, had wanted children but had not been blessed with easy conceptions in their early years. When Delphine's elder brother came along, the parents were ecstatic, but the couple longed for a little princess to complete the picture. It took years ad years of trying, but eventually a shrill, pale little princess with blonde waves came to be into the world. The couple was overjoyed and showered the young girl in all the riches and finery a child could ever want. They gave her an education and spoiled her whenever they could. She wanted for not a thing. Attention was blessed to her, and even the children of the house fawned over her and got along with her. It was almost as if the world was absolutely perfect.
However, not all would be green and golden forever. When the young girl reached the age of eight, her mother got very, very sick. Her father spent countless hours at her mother's bedside, bringing in the best doctors the family could afford. Of course, Delphine was worried about her mother. She spent hours, and days, neglecting her studies and hiding from the girls in the small manor and grounds that was her home. Instead, the girl spent time sitting by her mother's bedside when her father had gone on to manage the large estate, singing and playing for her. It seemed to put a smile on the frail woman's face, and a little bit of joy was better than no joy at all. Delphine found that it was much better to sit and give her mother joy, than to learn about how to be a proper lady and manage an estate as a woman should. Instead, she focused on her music, but it was not enough. he frail mother, despite her attempts to remain in the world, was lost to darkness. With her mother's departure from the world, so too, went the feeling that the manor was home.
It was gradual, over the next few years, that her father began to truly neglect the manor. Delphine's brother and his wife took over, beginning their lording of the home, and slowly, it became a place of confinement. Her brother continued to insist upon a marriage, and better training for the young noble woman, and Delphien continue to fight him on the matter. So shrewd was the sister-in-law that even her hard, unappealing features began to teach Delphine what it was to be a proper wife. The younger woman hated it. Hated the tight dresses, with the corsets that poked painfully into her ribs. Instead, she prayed for the times she managed to escape her duties and get out into town. It was on one of these visits she met a bard, and fell in love with the craft. Vowing that she would one day escape, Delphine made her visits more purposeful over the next several years. Turning down suitors though, is becoming harder and harder with her brother raising her dowry price to marry her off. His wife, though managing the estate and raising children, is still a vindictive woman, treating Delphine more of a doll that a human. Her hopes align with her husbands, in the manner of marrying Delphine off soon to a man who will keep her in his own manor, so she can no longer sully the good Mykonos name.
oтнeʀ
The siser-in-law, despite Delphine's freedom of joining the Tyrian ranks as an adult after her trip to the goddess's pool, may still have a few ticks planned, such as forcing Delphine's hand into marrying a rather possessive noble..
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Stellaluna Skywind
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