Nice to meet you Princess! I'm doing pretty well - been a while since I've been on the forums. ^_^ I don't mind compromising at all! Of course it's your guy's world and story I'm entering into, so I came with the expectation of working it out together, with the assumption the idea might be fitting!
My communication can be sometimes choppy - not on purpose mind you - but sometimes I don't always have the words to properly relay my thoughts. With the rift, you and I are on the same exact page... I had meant that as she dived into the lake, she was caught by the rift from this particular elf who then gives her the sword and then mysteriously vanishes (I'm a sucker for mysterious beginnings). When she comes back out of the lake, she is in Avalia.
To clear up, "the weapon acts as a catalyst for a magic befitting the blade", I had only meant that.. in truth.. I wasn't sure what magic would be most suited for her. I imagine her using the blade itself to channel the magic (for example, if it was lightning, she could imbue the sword with lightning or point it and shoot a bolt). This is probably where I need some help. I tend to like water a lot, but I'm a fan of fire and air too. ^_^
Yes you can totally do that with the weapon. All that is fine. Just how would the elf who summoned her disappear? Monster? Drowning? A part of the story you know but we don't? It can be left unknown to your character of course.
Yes you can totally do that with the weapon. All that is fine. Just how would the elf who summoned her disappear? Monster? Drowning? A part of the story you know but we don't? It can be left unknown to your character of course.
Well, part of the reason for going this route was the similarity to Excalibur (though obviously not that)... in being that maybe the sword is something of legend or myth. How the elf disappears, as far as I'm concerned my character has no idea where she went to. That can be left at that or something that can be introduced later in the story, I think. What are your thoughts?
Well, part of the reason for going this route was the similarity to Excalibur (though obviously not that)... in being that maybe the sword is something of legend or myth. How the elf disappears, as far as I'm concerned my character has no idea where she went to. That can be left at that or something that can be introduced later in the story, I think. What are your thoughts?
I think that sounds fine. If there is anything a little too off when you make your CS, we'll let you know. I PMed you a discord link if you want to have access to some resources and to chat with the other RPers
Fears: ⋆ Failing ⋆ Being an outcast ⋆ Being powerless
Sexuality: Homosexual
Personality: First paragraph: Treatment towards others.
⋆ Behavior towards others is: Introverted - she tends to use downtime to find a place to think and ponder on life, read a book, or watch people walk by. She is approachable though and doesn’t have much resistance to socializing with others. Though she doesn’t often seek out others to do so, unless she feels there is a purpose to talking with them. ⋆ Where on the spectrum of selfish to selfless: Morgan has learned through trials in her life the importance of self-care with the idea of, “if you can’t take care of yourself, you’ll eventually break taking care of others”. However if she senses a genuine cry for help and is capable of helping, she has little reservations in doing so or otherwise help problem-solve. ⋆ Where on the spectrum of kind to mean: Morgan is often much kinder than she is mean, but when sensing someone who is bullying another, her voice and attitude can get much sharper. ⋆ Lengths you will go to save or protect others versus yourself: Once, she pushed a child out of the way of a car and broke her ribs against the front of it. She has never forgotten it and has thought about it a lot - she has come to realize that staying alive is important to help more people, so there is some caution in putting herself in danger, but isn’t against it.
Second paragraph(or list.) include: Reaction in Situations
⋆ Calm: She does have a particular talent of being objective in most given situations, but it doesn’t make her emotionless. ⋆ Patient: In most situations, though it thins when facing bullies or manipulators of others or herself. As anyone, she has her limit, but it’s generally noticeably higher than most. ⋆ Brave: Though she doesn’t consider herself foolhardy and when time permits, tries to access any situation the best she can - but she’s no stranger to standing up to bullies. ⋆ Anxiety: She does get nervous, even when standing up to someone that in the end, is a coward. She gets at least a little nervous every time but has practiced pushing past it. ⋆ Reaction speeds to situations: Average - though mentally she can catch on quickly, it also takes her some time to decide on the best course of action. Things she has experience reacting to, above average.
Third paragraph(or list.) include: What's in the Brain. You can not be amazing in all four.
⋆ Intelligence level: Gifted, though she is missing the staple self-arrogance that can come with being intelligent. As far as she is concerned, she is just really good at making connections between things. ⋆ Charisma level: Below average - though she is kind and friendly, her quickness to stand up to others can be off-putting sometimes. Not to mention, some social norms don’t phase her, always making her a little bit of a “rebel”. ⋆ Sense of humor: Yes, though the more clever the joke / jest is (and she gets the punchline), the more funny it is to her. ⋆ Energy levels: Average
Occupation Data Entry - Fits her ability to connect things, feeds into her introverted nature, and allows her some rest between all the swordplay practice she engages in.
Living Immediate Family Members: Father (Frank) - Last known to be alive eight years ago. Current condition is unknown. Sister (Sarah) - Last known to be alive eight years ago. Current condition is unknown.
Dead Immediate Family Members: Mother - Died of cancer, ten years ago.
Current Companions: N/A
Current and Past Lover(s): Michelle - Highschool sweetheart but broke up with her twelve years ago and has lost contact.
History: Born as a late child, her sister was twelve, and her mother and father in their early thirties. They lived as lower middle class in a small town that isn’t worth any note. Unfortunately small towns aren’t keen on those who are different and especially those that are smarter and it wasn’t very long at all before Morgan was an outcast - the strange and weird one that asked “stupid” questions. Her whole childhood was full of neglect even from her own parents, believing half of what she talked about to be nonsense, but it’d only get worse before it got better. When her mother was diagnosed with cancer at the age of 35, Sarah (her sister, aged 16) started to take her anger out on little Morgan - bullying her and pushing her around to do things, regardless that Morgan hadn’t even gone to kindergarten yet. So her introduction into school and socializing with others wasn’t what you called completely healthy. As she went through the grades, she started to pick up reading fantasy books and tended to gravitate towards the stories where the hero fought against the darkness and won - surely a clear symbolism of her own desires.
When her mother passed four years later, Sarah left home, leaving Frank with Morgan. Her father was always distant, but was especially so after the passing of her mother, hardly caring where she went, who she saw, what she did which was usually just staying as late as possible at the library and then taking books up to her room - enthralled in her fantasy as a form of escape. Everything was this way for the next four years, but then something in Frank changed.
He started to take notice of Morgan, which to her was odd, but over a few months she had started to cheer up and get out of her shell a little more than before - it was the first time in her life she felt her father was there for her. It was anything but innocent however and when he started coming up to her room… she withdrew again. She had no support system, no friends, no mentors, and didn’t know what to do or how to leave and of course her sister didn’t want to hear anything about it. It took six long years - some better than others - to finally tear herself away from him. She tore herself from her whole family. They never believed her and if anyone did, they couldn’t do anything about it (or simply didn’t try hard enough) and she left the entire town one night without saying a word to anyone and has never seen her father or sister since.
It took years to even admit what happened to her and years more to seek out therapy and find ways to coop in healthy ways instead of going out of her way to find bullies, abusers, and people to defend when she lived so long unable to defend herself. Though she worked through it and was able to befriend others, to this day there are things she does that stems from that trauma, like swordplay.
Strength: 7 (She’s been training for years in swordplay and realistic combat, but hasn’t been in an actual life or death battle before.) Speed on Land: 6 (Her strength training has helped her running speed a bit.) Speed in Air: 2 (Were she ever able to fly...) Magical Ability: 2 (First time user.) Dexterity: 7 (She has been praised for her quickness and reactions when in melee with others, but the lack of true combat experience is still present - though as far as hobbies go, it’s the closest one could get.) Weapon Proficiency: 7 (She’s been training for years in swordplay and realistic combat, but hasn’t been in an actual life or death battle before.) Stealth: 5 (She has a soft step, but has no practice in it - had no desire to.)
Leviathan's monstrous form is instantly recognizable. From head to the tip of his tentacles he measures 60 meters, though his actual body stretches to about 25 meters. His top half looks humanoid, with two arms and three fingers and a thumb on each hand. His skin is the same as his humanoid form: pale blue. His head is humanoid as well, but instead of a mouth he has tentacles (like a beard) with a circular maw nestled between them. He is 'naked' but protected by a stone-like carapace. From his middle down he has eight squid-like tentacles powerful enough to latch onto ships.
⋆ The Unknowable End ⋆ The Ocean-ruining Drought ⋆ The Gods
Sexuality:
None
Personality:
Leviathan is a creature older than the memory of elves. In that time he has rarely sought contact with others, even of his own kin. He is fond of his solitude and zealously protects it. There is little he wants from the surface world. Where everything is flat and boring. This makes them selfish above all. And mean above all. He cares little for others than themself and will not willingly cast themself in danger's way to protect another.
With age comes patience. This is a truth not reserved to only the elves. The immortal demons know this as well. Like the ocean, Leviathan can be calm and collected. Even during the most stressful situations. Some who know of them would even say he is utterly devoid of temper. This is untrue. However, his temper does not flare like mortal emotions would permit it. It slumbers eternal. Leviathan holds ageless grudges which he will rectify against a great-grandchild if mortality took the original transgressor. Some would say that makes them patient. This is a misconception. Time flows "different" for Leviathan. Centuries pass in a blink of an eye. While a day can feel like a lifetime to them under the "right" circumstances. His actions are neither brave nor cowardly for he has no concept of either of those options. To them, there simply is and is not. He does not suffer anxiety or nervousness either. However, Leviathan can suffer fear. Which is a rare event indeed. Becuase of all of these things Leviathan can seem to be react slowly to rapidly unfurling events.
But he is cunning. Agelessly cunning. In ancient days many ships perished because of him. Taken to the deepest voids of the world by traps the monster had laid years before. Leviathan is, however, not very charismatic. At best he speaks slow and boringly. At worst the sentences he makes are utter gibberish. They have never been inspiring or frightening. Fear he prefers to invoke through his actions. Still, the demon of the deep has a strange, dark, and cruel sense of humor. One that rarely aligns with any other living creature. Many scholars of all races have theorized that Leviathan is actually quite mad. Raving zealots insist that he simply possesses insight beyond that of mortals. Both points are valid. Leviathan is a strange creature, known for bursts of activity before returning to peace for a while again.
Leviathan does remember his birth or most of his life. It’s all adrift in a sea of memories. Some false, some true, some premonitions and some omens. However, he vividly remembers being pulled into a foreign sea some two centuries ago by a force he did not yet know. In those seas he stuck to the depths, making his lair at the bottom of a trench and chasing away any natural life away from it. Leviathan chose to dream and see for the most part there. Though sometimes he felt as if a force was calling him up. Whenever he rose from the depths he did so to answer a storm’s call. Black clouds blotted out the wretched sun. There, on the surface, he often found wayward ships lost in the storm that summoned him. He tore those ships asunder. Leaving nobody alive.
The monster of the deep did not know dark or light elves by then. They were all simply peons for him to consume. That changed when the first force, the one that called him into these seas, called him again. Levaithan swam towards Daka. There, on the cliffside, he found a dark elf of immense power. The two exchanged words for what seemed like days. Until the foreign force bound Leviathan to him. Since then, the demon has been laying dormant on the bottom of the ocean. Waiting for the clarion call.
Humanoid form / Monsterous form Strength: 3 / 10+ Speed on Land: 3 / 1 Speed in Air: 0 / 0 Speed in the water: 5 / 7 Magical Ability: 9 / 6 Dexterity: 3 / 7 Weapon Proficiency: 2 / 0 Stealth: 0 / 7
Subspecies:
Demon of the deep
Abilities:
Leviathan's magical power differs between his two forms. As a monster, he bears the title 'Stormcaller', amongst the mortal races. This is somewhat of a misnomer as he does not in fact bring or create actual storms. Subconsciously he can control the waters around him, allowing him to swim much faster than a creature of his size should be able to swim. In an existing storm, his presence will often make it worse. However if the sky is blue with no clouds, he cannot summon a one.
As a humanoid, he has a more focused and controlled dominion over water. He can pull it up and cast it around. However, the effects compared to his monstrous form are very limited. However, he claims that as a humanoid he is closer in touch with the Dark Moon. Not the Halastrian Moon but a third one. Unseen except for those who have the Sight. A sight not given by eyes but by visions. Whether this 3rd moon truly exists or not is unprovable, but Leviathan insists that it gives him visions. Visions from the possible pasts, presents, and futures. Possible, being the keyword. For he might see visions of a past that never was or a future that cannot come to pass. It doesn't help that he words his "insights" in insane manners, often sounding like a rambling lunatic.
Hey I'm interested in this RP and I have a few ideas for characters. I want to know what is slots are still open?
We do have slots open there is a lot of Demi-humans, Light elves, Humans but we are lacking in the rest especially orcs. We also have a lot of Demon NPCs I added for later RP reasons. I am open to hearing your ideas that are already in your head though.
Out of curiosity Are half-breeds a thing or nah? I want to play a Half Winter Fairy-Half Human. Also, from the way the Orcs are structured there seems to be space for ritual magic in the world. Is that so?
If I can't do the half-breed thing that's cool too.
Dislikes: ⋆ Crowds ⋆ Living horses (Smell bad) ⋆ Living people (also smell bad)
Fears: ⋆ Clowns ⋆ Being hunted down ⋆ Cats
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality:
Aeron, as she is known to friends, if she had any that is, Is extremely introverted. Though it manifests as extreme hostility rather than awkwardness. She is selfish to her core, not because she is inherently a bad person, but because she has been hunted down due to her father's blood. And when your life is on the line you have very little time for altruism. Due to being kicked to the ground, beaten, and even having her wings torn from her back, Aeron has long since followed the ideology of an eye for an eye. Aeron, as having no one on her side since her mother was hanged for sleeping with a human, has no one to fight for except herself. And now, after years of running she has decided to stop. No longer will she flee. For with the endless seas of the north at her beck and call she will march upon her enemies. (I want to make her into some kind of big bad if that's cool)
While extremely irritable, Aeron does know when to stay her hand for the most damage. While she used to get anxious at being found out, she has since discarded those useless thoughts. She is neither brave nor cowardly, for she will simply do what needs to be done. (In her view at least). She is used to being lied and tricked and will therefore react as such to most situations, but if one came to her in sincerity and truth, she might not be able to process it.
While having mastered the art of intimidation, Aeron cannot lie effectively. But who needs to be able to lie when you can just send messages with said lies? Nor can she charm or strike a friendly conversation even if she wanted to. While not the most intelligent, her tumultuous upbringing has resulted in her having the utmost attention to detail and a memory that can rival most scholars. Due to having no friends to speak of Aeron's humour has become quite dark and twisted. There are some who would say it's even dry. While not quite tired, Aeron does suffer from wicked insomnia and usually only gets about four hours of sleep a night. (If you count her attempted to raise an army to march south as being crazy, then yes, she's crazy)
Occupation Former - Thief/Beggar Current - Aspiring Dark Queen :)
Living Immediate Family Members: None
Dead Immediate Family Members: William Brenning, Father, Accomplished woodsman before he was pulled over Anne Wuth'el, Mother, Ice Raiser (Built structures with ice)
Current Companions: Mulph (A large white wolf) Crossus (A nimble raven)
Current and Past Lover(s): None
History: Born to two loving parents, both from places worlds apart. My father, a human, damn him and his cursed blood. And my mother, one of the fairest Winter Faeries. That is if the stories told in the bars are true. But who knows? I don't remember my mother well. Just a pale form covered in red. Now, I knew what that meant, my father never let me forget. How could he? We were on the run, and for what? Because my father was human? No, I wish. If that was the case then maybe they'd stop with him. No, we were hunted because my mother had me. The tainted child. The cursed half-breed. Once again if the drunkards were to be believed, then I was the cause and source of every single ache and groan that their bodies made. Somehow, to them, I had become pestilence and death itself. Well, they already made me it, didn't they? So, why don't I become Pestilence and Death. Don't worry, the North will march, and let no living thing think it's safe.
My father taught me. Did he teach me well? No, but he taught me hard. Forced me to learn my magic. Tried to get me to learn more. The crazed man even struck my hand in a flame once to try and force me to learn fire magic. HA! Though, the biggest shock came shortly after. He had bribed a healer to stay quiet, though when she went to do her job, nothing happened. Infuriated, for that is the kind of man he became, a cruel drunkard, my father forced her to work harder. And harder she did, until the very skin around the burn started to rot away. I will never forget that pain, nor will I ever lose the scar that covers my right palm. I still can't stretch my hand fully because of it.
My body is full of those. Pains. My back is constantly tight, and I can't wear heavy jackets because of my stumps. You would think that after several years the pain of having them torn from you would disappear, but no. I still wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, hoping to be able to fly once more. No, they were taken from me, like my father was, curse him. I was not worthy of them, as a dirty half-breed. That was the first day I took a life. My father tried to prepare me for it. He had me kill elk and fish. Even had me kill a wolf once. That was hard, because I could hear it's acceptance, feel it in my bones. I was not prepared. There is something qualitatively different about killing another thinking individual then there is killing an animal. But I killed him. I killed the man who took my wings. I killed him and everyone else in that tiny village. Including the babes. I wept the most for them. I had thought myself darkened to the plights of those around me, but it wasn't until I saw those babes, frozen in their mothers arms, that my heart finally stopped beating.
You might ask, how did I freeze winter elves? Well, unlike humans, winter elves are not themselves immune to their elements. A traight that I happened to pick up from my father. It was strange, to not fear things that any sane person should. I did not fear the long nights nor the glacial seas. No, they are the only friends I have. That is, of course, not including Mulph and Crossus, a wolf and raven respectively. They seem to be the only kinds of animals I can speak with, another deficiency of mine.
Well, you might ask what I did after that fateful day. I fled. North, as far as I could go. Mulph and Crossus gathered more of their kind around me. They knew I had changed. I was no longer a person, for what person could murder innocent babes. No, I was Death, that very same think those drunkards so long ago called me, not even knowing I sat next to them. So I fled with these beasts that would see themselves lashed to me. I captured prisoners on my trek north. Shackled them in manacles of ice and forced them to move with wolves nipping at their heels. The was one of curiosity to me. An orc, he seemed older then most, though intelligent. I kept him away from the others and we would often speak at length. It was from him that I learned of the orcish ritual magic, and of how it strengthened them.
When we finally reached the sea and could flee no longer I pushed my magic to it's current limits. Never had I done so before. Never had the very fabric of the world seemed to sing with me. It was joyous, elated, that one of it's children could sing so loudly. And it moved. The world shifted. The snow stopped in the air, the waves paused in the ocean. and from it depths a great iceberg rose. A frozen fortress upon the water. My wolves forced my prisoners within it's icy depths. While I did not need to worry about the harshness, my prisoners did, so I forced my magic to moved the coldness away from them. They would still be chilly, but they would not freeze.
Unseen by the forces that chased me, we left. We sailed north in my frozen castle. We fed on great whales and orcas that I hunted with my magic. My wolves grew large and strong, my Ravens fast and nimble. Though while most of my prisoners would die, a few managed to have children in the interim years of our voyage. Those children survived. I will raise those children, and they will be my warriors, loyal to none but me.
The old orc eventually died, but not until I learned much of his rituals. I have not cracked them yet, but I will. And I will use them upon my beasts and soldiers. The old orc even spoke of another ritual, though it was mostly guesswork and hypothesizing. A ritual unlike any other. A ritual to raise legions. A ritual to raise the dead.
Strength: 5 Speed on Land: 5 Speed in Air: 0 Magical Ability: 10 Dexterity: 6 Weapon Proficiency: 5 Stealth: 2
Subspecies Winter Fairy/Human
Abilities Crykinesis/Hydrokinesis (Her human blood makes her power over ice and water stronger than other faeries) Like other faeries, Aeron can speak to animals, though only two. Ravens and wolves. No other animal seems to able to hear her.
Weaknesses *Due to her half-blooded nature and history, Aeron has weaknesses slightly different then most Fairies and humans* First of all, she cannot fly and is in some sort of constant pain from the jagged stumps of her wings. She is unable to practice any kind of magic besides Cryokinesis and Hydrokinesis She is weak to iron and most other lesser metals such as copper and tin. (She can use bronze though, strangely enough) Now the strangest twist of her birth makes healing magic useless on her. She still has no idea why it does nothing, and trying to force healing magic into her body actually causes slight necrosis in the affected area. Due to this, she also cannot heal like other faeries.
Oh, and yes, I am aware that if I get to play this character that she is an evil character and will most likely get killed. I'll be coming into the RP with that understanding and I won't be upset when her time finally comes.
Dislikes: ⋆ Crowds ⋆ Living horses (Smell bad) ⋆ Living people (also smell bad)
Fears: ⋆ Clowns ⋆ Being hunted down ⋆ Cats
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality:
Aeron, as she is known to friends, if she had any that is, Is extremely introverted. Though it manifests as extreme hostility rather than awkwardness. She is selfish to her core, not because she is inherently a bad person, but because she has been hunted down due to her father's blood. And when your life is on the line you have very little time for altruism. Due to being kicked to the ground, beaten, and even having her wings torn from her back, Aeron has long since followed the ideology of an eye for an eye. Aeron, as having no one on her side since her mother was hanged for sleeping with a human, has no one to fight for except herself. And now, after years of running she has decided to stop. No longer will she flee. For with the endless seas of the north at her beck and call she will march upon her enemies. (I want to make her into some kind of big bad if that's cool)
While extremely irritable, Aeron does know when to stay her hand for the most damage. While she used to get anxious at being found out, she has since discarded those useless thoughts. She is neither brave nor cowardly, for she will simply do what needs to be done. (In her view at least). She is used to being lied and tricked and will therefore react as such to most situations, but if one came to her in sincerity and truth, she might not be able to process it.
While having mastered the art of intimidation, Aeron cannot lie effectively. But who needs to be able to lie when you can just send messages with said lies? Nor can she charm or strike a friendly conversation even if she wanted to. While not the most intelligent, her tumultuous upbringing has resulted in her having the utmost attention to detail and a memory that can rival most scholars. Due to having no friends to speak of Aeron's humour has become quite dark and twisted. There are some who would say it's even dry. While not quite tired, Aeron does suffer from wicked insomnia and usually only gets about four hours of sleep a night. (If you count her attempted to raise an army to march south as being crazy, then yes, she's crazy)
Occupation Former - Thief/Beggar Current - Aspiring Dark Queen :)
Living Immediate Family Members: None
Dead Immediate Family Members: William Brenning, Father, Accomplished woodsman before he was pulled over Anne Wuth'el, Mother, Ice Raiser (Built structures with ice)
Current Companions: Mulph (A large white wolf) Crossus (A nimble raven)
Current and Past Lover(s): None
History: Born to two loving parents, both from places worlds apart. My father, a human, damn him and his cursed blood. And my mother, one of the fairest Winter Faeries. That is if the stories told in the bars are true. But who knows? I don't remember my mother well. Just a pale form covered in red. Now, I knew what that meant, my father never let me forget. How could he? We were on the run, and for what? Because my father was human? No, I wish. If that was the case then maybe they'd stop with him. No, we were hunted because my mother had me. The tainted child. The cursed half-breed. Once again if the drunkards were to be believed, then I was the cause and source of every single ache and groan that their bodies made. Somehow, to them, I had become pestilence and death itself. Well, they already made me it, didn't they? So, why don't I become Pestilence and Death. Don't worry, the North will march, and let no living thing think it's safe.
My father taught me. Did he teach me well? No, but he taught me hard. Forced me to learn my magic. Tried to get me to learn more. The crazed man even struck my hand in a flame once to try and force me to learn fire magic. HA! Though, the biggest shock came shortly after. He had bribed a healer to stay quiet, though when she went to do her job, nothing happened. Infuriated, for that is the kind of man he became, a cruel drunkard, my father forced her to work harder. And harder she did, until the very skin around the burn started to rot away. I will never forget that pain, nor will I ever lose the scar that covers my right palm. I still can't stretch my hand fully because of it.
My body is full of those. Pains. My back is constantly tight, and I can't wear heavy jackets because of my stumps. You would think that after several years the pain of having them torn from you would disappear, but no. I still wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, hoping to be able to fly once more. No, they were taken from me, like my father was, curse him. I was not worthy of them, as a dirty half-breed. That was the first day I took a life. My father tried to prepare me for it. He had me kill elk and fish. Even had me kill a wolf once. That was hard, because I could hear it's acceptance, feel it in my bones. I was not prepared. There is something qualitatively different about killing another thinking individual then there is killing an animal. But I killed him. I killed the man who took my wings. I killed him and everyone else in that tiny village. Including the babes. I wept the most for them. I had thought myself darkened to the plights of those around me, but it wasn't until I saw those babes, frozen in their mothers arms, that my heart finally stopped beating.
You might ask, how did I freeze winter elves? Well, unlike humans, winter elves are not themselves immune to their elements. A traight that I happened to pick up from my father. It was strange, to not fear things that any sane person should. I did not fear the long nights nor the glacial seas. No, they are the only friends I have. That is, of course, not including Mulph and Crossus, a wolf and raven respectively. They seem to be the only kinds of animals I can speak with, another deficiency of mine.
Well, you might ask what I did after that fateful day. I fled. North, as far as I could go. Mulph and Crossus gathered more of their kind around me. They knew I had changed. I was no longer a person, for what person could murder innocent babes. No, I was Death, that very same think those drunkards so long ago called me, not even knowing I sat next to them. So I fled with these beasts that would see themselves lashed to me. I captured prisoners on my trek north. Shackled them in manacles of ice and forced them to move with wolves nipping at their heels. The was one of curiosity to me. An orc, he seemed older then most, though intelligent. I kept him away from the others and we would often speak at length. It was from him that I learned of the orcish ritual magic, and of how it strengthened them.
When we finally reached the sea and could flee no longer I pushed my magic to it's current limits. Never had I done so before. Never had the very fabric of the world seemed to sing with me. It was joyous, elated, that one of it's children could sing so loudly. And it moved. The world shifted. The snow stopped in the air, the waves paused in the ocean. and from it depths a great iceberg rose. A frozen fortress upon the water. My wolves forced my prisoners within it's icy depths. While I did not need to worry about the harshness, my prisoners did, so I forced my magic to moved the coldness away from them. They would still be chilly, but they would not freeze.
Unseen by the forces that chased me, we left. We sailed north in my frozen castle. We fed on great whales and orcas that I hunted with my magic. My wolves grew large and strong, my Ravens fast and nimble. Though while most of my prisoners would die, a few managed to have children in the interim years of our voyage. Those children survived. I will raise those children, and they will be my warriors, loyal to none but me.
The old orc eventually died, but not until I learned much of his rituals. I have not cracked them yet, but I will. And I will use them upon my beasts and soldiers. The old orc even spoke of another ritual, though it was mostly guesswork and hypothesizing. A ritual unlike any other. A ritual to raise legions. A ritual to raise the dead.
Strength: 5 Speed on Land: 5 Speed in Air: 0 Magical Ability: 10 Dexterity: 6 Weapon Proficiency: 5 Stealth: 2
Subspecies Winter Fairy/Human
Abilities Crykinesis/Hydrokinesis (Her human blood makes her power over ice and water stronger than other faeries) Like other faeries, Aeron can speak to animals, though only two. Ravens and wolves. No other animal seems to able to hear her.
Weaknesses *Due to her half-blooded nature and history, Aeron has weaknesses slightly different then most Fairies and humans* First of all, she cannot fly and is in some sort of constant pain from the jagged stumps of her wings. She is unable to practice any kind of magic besides Cryokinesis and Hydrokinesis She is weak to iron and most other lesser metals such as copper and tin. (She can use bronze though, strangely enough) Now the strangest twist of her birth makes healing magic useless on her. She still has no idea why it does nothing, and trying to force healing magic into her body actually causes slight necrosis in the affected area. Due to this, she also cannot heal like other faeries.
Oh, and yes, I am aware that if I get to play this character that she is an evil character and will most likely get killed. I'll be coming into the RP with that understanding and I won't be upset when her time finally comes.
Hi there,
Thank you for your time, effort, and interest. c: It is nice to meet you.
Some issues here. Feel free to shoot any questions
- No Half-breeds --> Make her a winter fairy. Please refer to the first page of OOC, the second post of all the species or here: avalia.fandom.com/wiki/Winter_Fairies
- Humans have not been here for a very, very long time.
- Winter Elves do not exist.
- Fairies cannot do orc rituals. No necromancy.
- A 26-year-old cannot have a 10 in magic. Please make her an 8.
- Winter fairies do not have Hydrokinesis.
We will reject this character for now unless these changes can be made as well as the following necessity. This is not personal; it is to your benefit that both you and I know you can keep up with the material so we just want to be 100% sure.
In order to prove you've thoroughly understand the story here, please read the following and surmise in a few sentences:
In a different dimension, on a planet called Avalia. The land did not split in the exact same as in the story you know of Pangea. It is a quite different looking world to our own. Magic flourishes in this land with the sun as its source. Their sun is very different than one in the Earthly dimension. Its pink color gives the sky a very light pink hue. Mushrooms the size of trees and trees that seem to touch the top of the sky cover the planet. Various colors beautify the forests and the lights of pixies illuminate the paths through them. Castles perched upon mountains and villages upon valleys exist as you may have imagined in fairytales. After all, those fairytale writers got their ideas from somewhere, right? If they had told everyone that, who would believe them?
There had been a time humans from Earth were very welcome in Avalia. Elves have the powerful ability to manipulate light magic, often opening up random rifts in the dimension that would suck in random humans from the other. Humans were allowed to explore and exchange knowledge from the dimensions while creatures from Avalia traveled to the other dimension to sneak peeks at Earth. Humans showed them castles, buildings, the English Language, food and anything available ranging from medieval times to the Victorian Era. Humans even brought over species of animals as gifts. However, these select humans that were allowed to dimension travel were sworn to secrecy with their lives on the line. If you had seen so many wondrous things, wouldn't you have been itching to tell someone? They were given permission to write what they had seen into stories, which others then took a liking to the themes and also incorporated into their stories. Thus, reality became a myth.
However, light elves weren't the only type of elves. A race of dark elves bred from the combination of use of powerful, dark magics and also darker thoughts. Avalians feared what these dark elves were capable of as well as their different views, and had them exiled after the Great War, which occurred about 1,200 years ago. Dark elves had been forced to live in the tundra of Daka Island since then. However, in their rage of losing the war, they assassinated all elder light elves capable of dimensional rift creation. Humans have not set foot in Avalia since that day. It was foretold by prophets that the dark elves will train and one day be able to conquer Avalia in the next war and take over new territories. Their vengeful spirit could mean slavery and misery for all of Avalia.
Because light magic and fairy magic cannot stand up enough to dark magic, a different type of magic was needed in order to avoid this. Unfortunately, humans were the only ones capable of wielding the forces of nature, magic strong enough to hold a chance against a dark elf. Their genetics in the realm of Avalia would react in such a way to make this possible. The light elves felt they had no choice but to learn to summon humans once again.
Learning to create rifts with light magic would take immense skill and experience; only the best of the best were capable.
Now, enough time has finally passed for a light elf to be old and powerful enough to create rifts once again. Powerful light elves that have lived in secrecy, training to open rifts have finally reached success at this point of time. The rifts will open and Avalia's heroes will arrive.
The Twin-Headed Dragon
Time: Night before the summoning Location: Malthemoor
The storm outside raged with the loud claps of thunder as strikes of lightning flashed and illuminated the darkened room of the stone castle the twins resided, casting their shadows on the wall. The air was thick and humid and the sound of the torrential downpour was a heavy percussion against the ceiling above them.
“Th-th-the light elves are planning to summon man-thing tomorrow morning, do not know the location I don’t. Very s-s-secretive they are.” The rat demi-human knelt on the floor before the two. The dark-haired woman watched the rat curiously as they spoke and soon was grinning darkly. She had been lounging on her throne with her legs dangling over the armrest. She suddenly spun around and stood, slowly walking towards the sniveling rat.
”Is that so? And you truly don’t know anymore?” She asked, a grim smile on her beautiful face as she gently caressed his cheek. The rat quickly shook his head and Amarantha remained silent for a moment as she studied him, then sighed. ”Well then I guess you’ve become useless, wouldn’t you agree brother?”
Basilian looked towards the two, “Yes, and you know what we do with loose ends.” His face was stone cold with a lack of emotion as he hid his disgust from the rat on his floor. “I will give you the pleasure, sister.” He stood up walking past them, “I will get the preparations started with the cast spheres.” Basilian faced one of the guards standing in the room and said, “Get the prisoners and bring them to the balcony.”
The rat began pleading for his life, pure terror in his eyes as Amarantha shushed him as she leaned in closer. ”Hush now, everything is going to be okay.” There was a gentleness to her voice now and it began calming the man as he became unsure of what was going to happen. Was she actually going to kill him or did they mean something else when they meant ‘tying up loose ends’? Amarantha’s lips met the man’s in a soft, comforting kiss. She felt him relax, but then suddenly stiffen as his eyes and ears began bleeding. Dark tendrils surrounded Amarantha and her prey as he began screaming in agony. Suddenly he went limp and she let him drop to the floor, dark tendrils seeming to flow out of his mouth for a moment before dissipating. Amarantha stood upright once more as she wiped some blood from her mouth before moving back to her brother’s side.
“I don’t understand why you would put your lips on such a disgusting beast.” Basilian stared at his sister before looking back towards the cast sphere in his hand. “This should be ready.” He stated before he heard the door open. Basilian looked towards the door and watched as four prisoners were dragged into the room and out to the balcony. “It looks like we can join our unwelcome guests,” He told his sister as he walked out onto the balcony, rage now starting to seep out in his face. The pitter-patter of the rain greatly increased in volume as they made their way outside. The sky was a foreboding molten gray.
Out in the middle of the courtyard sat a large map of all of Avalia. Kneeling atop of said map were four figures encompassing each of the large races of the land. On the far left of the group sat Prince Khurdral Mountainspine, heir to the throne of Ironhold and the Dwarves. Beside him was Prince Echo Millinia, youngest son of the Fairy King. Next in line was the general of the Light Elves, Talindra Joxalim. Last was the Demi-Human heir, Prince Itsuki Yoshikawa. All had their hands bound behind their backs and mouths gagged. They were swiftly becoming soaked from the rain and behind each of them stood a Dark Elf Dragon Knight.
Basilian activated the casting sphere, which opened up broadcasting to all of Availa. “Welcome Avalians to our show. We know you plan to bring the humans and thought we would make our move first. If you look over here, we have some of your fellow pinces and this Light Elf general. “ He said, waving his arm towards them and showing the world their faces. ”This is a declaration of war, We will take what is rightfully ours and plunge your pathetic races into despair just as you did to us thousand years ago. Our race has kept quiet for years building and growing this great nation of Malthemoor. I will make you watch as we murder your people just as you made us watch the murder of ours.” Basilians looked at the knights and with one swift movement of his hand the knights slit the throats of the prisoners letting the blood drain from their necks in view of everyone watching the broadcast.
”Remember this, people of Avalia, all of this could have been avoided. If you hadn't exiled us into the coldest places of Avalia, treated us as a lesser race, then there could have been peace. Now you have forced our hand and we will become the monsters you have believed us to be. The rivers and streets shall run red with the blood of your children.” As Amarantha finished speaking her words, she conjured the form of a twin-headed dragon with her dark magic. It appeared to emerge from her and her brother before lifting into the air, flying around for a moment before she signaled for the spheres to be shut off. War had come to Avalia once more.
Day 1: Moonday, Juume 21st
Time: 9am, The Summer Solstice Happy Soller! On the day of the summer solstice, many give thanks to the suns' power and enjoy the great weather by having swimming parties.
It's beautiful, sunny today in the Sun Elf Kingdom. The land is bathed in the light pink rays of the sun and the birds are chirping. Many elves are enjoying the warm weather by enjoying some swimming today and preparing outdoor feasts. The holiday of Soller celebrates the summer solstice. Fairies and demihumans have been known to take part in this joyous event!
However, the shadow of last night's events looms over Avalia. Large-scale funerals for the dead are being prepared for lost royals. The Twin-Headed Dragon has made their intentions clear and time is of the essence. Elves are gathered in the Hall of the Castle. The Biren royal family, along with their newly appointed general and other high-ranking elves all have gathered to summon humans into the world. Everyone stands back as Princess Rosaria and other powerful light elves raise their arms as the light rifts are finally opened once again!
Six humans soon appear in the middle of the hall, facing the King and Queen as they look down at them from the balcony.
In case of any issues arising in Sun Elf Kingdom, a small group of light elves also made an attempt in Port Vanarosa. To their dismay, only one human female appeared.
Ok, thank you for taken the time to read through my character. I was already aware of the fact that she prolly wouldn't come to fruition as I was almost sure someone else would've already ask about half-breeds. Also, any mentions of winter elves would have been a mental typo and were referring to winter faeries. (I was probably thinking something along the lines of Faeries-Fae-Elves and making a stupid mental jump while writing.) Also, practically everything you said that was wrong, was due to the half-breed nature anyways so that would've just solved it. And I'm gonna scrap her from this RP as I don't like massively reworking characters. I'm just gonna make a new one. Oh, and don't worry about me taking any critiques as personal. They are critiques after all.
Now the summaries. 1) That's the main setting info at the beginning of the OOC. It basically tells us how the world of Avalia is related to ours, and where a large number of our myths come from. It also tells us why we no longer have creatures from mythology popping up due to the dark elves. Basically dark elves are being angsty and bad, the light elves and faeries are freaking out. The Orcs seem to currently be oblivious and I assume the dwarves don't generally care as the conflict hasn't yet touched their homes. But, the light elves are going 'Oh Shit!' and started summoning humans to help fight off the dark elves.
That I did read before making a character. Also, if you can put in lore wise how long ago they actually started that process, that'd be pretty dope.
Anyways, gonna be truthful didn't read the other two before making a character. I don't think either part was in the OOC and I didn't plan to read the IC unless I got a character a-ok'ed.
2) Well, as it says at the top, the villians are introducing themselves. In the most stick-up-the-arse way they can. (Not saying the writer is a pretentious arse, just the characters) One of them goes all dementor and kisses the rat dude. The other is rightfully disgusted and instead decides to shout at his enemies and goes 'Ha! I'm your enemy!' Which is very foolish because now he has a target on his back. And this all happened because they got all uppity about the light elves being uppity and summoning humans. Also, the villians are full of themselves and no doubt they think their existence is a gift. I got that from them calling themselves the twin-headed dragon.
3) XD. This one sounds like a weird beach resort advert for spring break at the beginning and is all like 'Come see the once in a lifetime event of humans! Also, we did it over there but it wasn't as good.
Oh, also if this ends up sounded rude, that was not the intention. I have been told that I just kinda write that way when I'm writing from my perspective.
Ok, thank you for taken the time to read through my character. I was already aware of the fact that she prolly wouldn't come to fruition as I was almost sure someone else would've already ask about half-breeds. Also, any mentions of winter elves would have been a mental typo and were referring to winter faeries. (I was probably thinking something along the lines of Faeries-Fae-Elves and making a stupid mental jump while writing.) Also, practically everything you said that was wrong, was due to the half-breed nature anyways so that would've just solved it. And I'm gonna scrap her from this RP as I don't like massively reworking characters. I'm just gonna make a new one. Oh, and don't worry about me taking any critiques as personal. They are critiques after all.
Now the summaries. 1) That's the main setting info at the beginning of the OOC. It basically tells us how the world of Avalia is related to ours, and where a large number of our myths come from. It also tells us why we no longer have creatures from mythology popping up due to the dark elves. Basically dark elves are being angsty and bad, the light elves and faeries are freaking out. The Orcs seem to currently be oblivious and I assume the dwarves don't generally care as the conflict hasn't yet touched their homes. But, the light elves are going 'Oh Shit!' and started summoning humans to help fight off the dark elves.
That I did read before making a character. Also, if you can put in lore wise how long ago they actually started that process, that'd be pretty dope.
Anyways, gonna be truthful didn't read the other two before making a character. I don't think either part was in the OOC and I didn't plan to read the IC unless I got a character a-ok'ed.
2) Well, as it says at the top, the villians are introducing themselves. In the most stick-up-the-arse way they can. (Not saying the writer is a pretentious arse, just the characters) One of them goes all dementor and kisses the rat dude. The other is rightfully disgusted and instead decides to shout at his enemies and goes 'Ha! I'm your enemy!' Which is very foolish because now he has a target on his back. And this all happened because they got all uppity about the light elves being uppity and summoning humans. Also, the villians are full of themselves and no doubt they think their existence is a gift. I got that from them calling themselves the twin-headed dragon.
3) XD. This one sounds like a weird beach resort advert for spring break at the beginning and is all like 'Come see the once in a lifetime event of humans! Also, we did it over there but it wasn't as good.
Oh, also if this ends up sounded rude, that was not the intention. I have been told that I just kinda write that way when I'm writing from my perspective.
Thank you WolfHorns for all your effort and reading. The IC posts I gave you were not required; I asked you to read them in order to give you a better idea of the current state and to help you understand what's happening. I usually ask people after they get accepted to read those two posts to understand the circumstance.
Unfortunately, the other GMs and I do not feel this would be a great fit going forward as it does not feel like the important plot points were noted in your statements. This roleplay is heavy reading at times and it is a vital factor in going forward that the players are not skimming, missing points, and are thoroughly reading others' posts.
Best of luck to your future endeavors and have a great Sunday!
⋆ A sharp mind ⋆ Competence in others ⋆ He secretly likes dark humor ⋆ Blasbuns. He loves them!
Dislikes:
⋆ Cowardice ⋆ Dark Elves ⋆ Orcs ⋆ Demons ⋆ Sometimes he doesn't even like Light Elves
Fears:
⋆ Harm to his family ⋆ Failing his people, the people of Avian ⋆ The war reaching the East
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Personality:
Augus will approach anyone if there is something he wants, considers you a comrade, or believes the interaction will serve a purpose. To Augus, no one man is more important than the goal, therefore everyone aiming towards that goal should be prepared to lose their life if necessary. Most of the time Augus comes across as rude and cold, but it is just him taking things much too seriously. He will aid those in need, but he won't risk his life unless it serves to accomplish something greater.
Augus is quick to anger if you get on his bad side. He'll even berate or insult others in their presence without regard to their feelings. When he's quiet and off on his own, it's best not to approach him. When it comes to patience, Augus can wait as long as almost anything will take. Now, if something ends up being a waste of time, that's when you should be worried. He's brave, but isn't foolish. He's not afraid to lose his life for the betterment of Avalia and the safety of Avian.
It has often been noted by his peers and superiors that he has a lot of initiative, maybe too much as he was willing to cut corners and overstep his leadership to get a task completed.
Augus has a sharp mind when it comes to military combat strategy. However, he might have too much confidence in his strategies. Augus is not the most social person, being quite unapproachable. As far as manipulation… Augus is more into coercion. He has a hidden dark sense of humor, but besides that, he's quite stone-faced. He's not hyper, but has very high stamina due to his decades of training.
Background
Occupation
Commander of the Avian Sky Guard
Living Immediate Family Members:
Wife - Sylvia Maximus (40) Daughter - Lyrah Maximus (18) Son - Augus Maximus IV (14) Son - Linus Maximus (12) Mother -Linaea Maximus
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Augus Maximus II
Current Companions:
None
Current and Past Lover(s):
Sylvia Maximus
History: Failure was not an option within the Maximus estate, especially for the first born son. The Maximus line had been a prominent family within Avian, with their men and women serving in some sort of combat arms capacity. In the old days, they were warriors providing aerial support to the allied tribes of demihumans in various conflicts. In the Great War, they were among the few aerial units that moved to support the Light Elves in order to maintain peace and security across Avalia. After the Great War, Avian focused on maintaining their own settlement, building upon it. In recent decades, Avian took in many more Forest Fairies from the River Kingdom due to the emergence of Dark Fairies and their violent attacks on the Kingdom. Though the Avians did not act, they took in the Fairies as they did all children of the sky.
With quite a reputation, the Maximus family were expected to produce only excellence within the Avian community. Augus Maximus II was a captain in the Avian Sky Guard, and his son would follow in the family’s legacy. Training and education started as early as possible, with Augus II being borderline cruel to his son. All the while, Augus III wanted to be the best he could be for his father and his family. Even when his father was slain by a wild wyvern while still an adolescent. Augus joined the Sky Guard a few years later and proved to be as exceptional as his training made him. He kept peace within Avian, whether that meant solving civil disputes, counter striking Orc raids, or defending his home from deadly beasts that wandered to the floating islands of Avian. He eventually married a bright souled Avian, and in time they started to build their family. He was not as hard on his children as his father was on him as he did not foresee a new war occuring this early. When he saw the mass execution projected in the sky, he only wished he would have prepared his sons and daughter much more than he had.
Combat and Magic:
Strength: 9 Speed on Land: 4 Speed in Air: 10 Magical Ability: 0 Dexterity: 9 Weapon Proficiency: 8 Stealth: 4
Species of Demi-Human
Avian
Best Ability from Beast Side:
Blood of the Forefathers - As an avian demihuman, Augus possesses eyesight of exceptional prowess. For most humanoids, distance, lighting, and sense of direction are factors to consider. Augus can clearly spot an animal as small as a rabbit two miles away. His eyes can adjust to a change in lighting quickly. And due to his ability to perceive the magnetic fields of Avalia, Augus won't lose his sense of direction. As an avian and soldier, Augus possesses greater strength than a human's his size as well as sharp reflexes.
Zidur's Blades - Augus possesses the ability to make his wings have the appearance and consistency of carbon fiber, allowing him to make use of his wings as offensive and defensive tools. He cannot remove these feathers and they vastly effect his flying due to the increased weight.
Equipment:
Cloth armor reinforced with mithral (armor in the picture) Boots with a curved blade protruding from the toe Sin of the Father is a spear crafted from the wyvern’s tail that killed Augus’ father. The spear has a Return and Shift enchantment that allows it to become a sword
⋆ Reading ⋆ Puzzles/things to work out ⋆ Harp music ⋆ Recognition
Dislikes:
⋆ People ⋆ Promises ⋆ Restrictive roles ⋆ Patriarchal inheritance
Fears:
⋆ Good intentions ⋆ Showing emotion ⋆ An unimportant death ⋆ Being close with people, physically or emotionally
Sexuality:
Doesn't know, doesn't care.
Personality: Treatment towards others:
At heart, Lyrah is a cynic. The circumstances of her childhood have led her to become very introverted and selfish. She will happily step on others' heads to preserve herself, reasoning that because others haven't cared for her, she has no obligation to care for others. She usually stays silent until it benefits her to speak up. When she does speak up, she speaks meekly and with apathy, and can be anywhere from kind to mean as suits her. When she is mean, she hits where it hurts. Insecurities and old wounds are never too far for her. Furthermore, Lyrah fundamentally believes that everyone either cares nothing for her, or is trying to manipulate her for their own ends. Therefore, she relentlessly distances herself from others, and trusts nobody.
Reaction in situations:
When reacting to stimulus, Lyrah is harsh and apathetic. She isn't afraid to react quickly with ruthless and hurtful words. She does so without showing anger, fear, or much of anything else: an act of appearing brave out of fear of being perceived as weak. It should be mentioned that Lyrah is useless in a fight, and will do anything she can to de-escelate a situation before it reaches that point. Should a fight break out, she will run and hide. In essence, she provokes and bullies others, but will not stand up for that in a fight.
All that being said, she still prefers to remain quiet and distant. To her, speaking is more effort than it's worth 9 times out of 10.
What's in the brain?
Ironically, more than anything, Lyrah simply craves recognition. A self-destructive thought loop at once causes her to want it, while pushing her away from any healthy sources of it. This leaves her unable to make proper friends, starved of connection, and resentful. For all these flaws, Lyrah is an intellectual prodigy. She can comprehend new concepts, understand situations, and analyse systems with ease. While this does make some situations easier for her, it can often further alienate her from others. Additionally, it feeds a "curiosity killed the cat" issue, where challenging concepts ignite an insatiable desire to get her head around them. In these situations, her typically lethargic attitude switches entirely as she ravenously studies to uncover as much as she can.
AN: Depending on events in the narrative, Lyrah may or may not undergo a corruption arc involving sanity. She is currently sound of mind, but there is also a aeons-old demon manipulating her for its own ends. So we'll see how that pans out.
Mother - Sylvia Maximus (40) Father - Augus Maximus III (47) Brother - Augus Maximus IV (14) Brother - Linus Maximus (12) Grandmother -Linaea Maximus
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Grandfather - Augus Maximus II
Current Companions:
None (poor girl)
Current and Past Lover(s):
None
History: Lyrah has been out of favour with her parents since birth. Her father was stone-cold, disappointed she wasn't his son; and her mother (Sylvie) developed severe post-partum depression, completely dropping her passionate career in music. Every time Lyrah tried to open up to them, these efforts would be met with stone-faced stares, defeated sighs, or vague dismissals. Her father was always making more time for his work than he did for her, and her mother had little enough energy for herself.
The birth of her brother, Augus IV, only made this dynamic more severe. Her father practically doted on him, and began putting more effort into his relationship with his wife, who began seeing an alleviation of her PPD. Neither of them found new energy to bond with Lyrah, though. To her, it seemed like she came into the world and ruined their lives by being born wrong, only for it to be put right by the child they genuinely wanted. She attempted to deal with this by acting out, but this only further damaged their relationship. A few years after her second brother was born, her mother re-started her musical career, and Lyrah began to understand that she was simply not a priority.
The reality of the situation was quite different. Her father's work was at a particularly stressful point in time, and PPD is nobody's fault. The alleviation of both of these only correlated with her brothers' births, and were by no means caused by it. All that being said, several key years of bonding were missed out on. No effort was made to fix this, and Lyrah's relationship skills have permanently suffered.
Heading into adolescence, Lyrah completely withdrew into herself. She barely spoke to anyone for years, and made every effort to remain independent and distant. She used her family name to get access to a library, where she tore through tome after tome to escape dealing with her own emotions.
At about age 13, she actually made a friend. Her father was invited to a work-related ball which encouraged the invitation of family. Lyrah was forbidden from bringing books and told she had to mingle and make an impression. She spent most of the party standing awkwardly by the snack table, eating just so she had something to do with her hands. At some point, a young parrot avian named Ivy simply attached herself to Lyrah's side and began prattling about how her parents were pressuring her into mingling. The two of them bonded over their shared conundrum. They quickly became friends, and started making pans to see each other regularly. The two of them complimented one another nicely: where Ivy was talkative and open, Lyrah was more than happy to remain quiet, only adding things when she felt she wanted to.
The two remained friends for several years, becoming ever closer. Though, Ivy being a social butterfly, was obviously not content with only Lyrah as a friend. She continued to meet new people and branch out into new circles. This caused Lyrah to feel threatened and insecure: as far as her experience was concerned, new people meant no more attention. Group activities only caused her to feel more alienated and resentful, as Ivy's new friends found themselves unable to get past her guarded demeanour.
The last time they spent time with one another was with the group. Lyrah was reluctantly tagging along behind the others as they got up to no good. To make a long story short, Ivy had a lethal fall after her wings were damaged on a double dare from Lyrah. The rest of the group ran from the scene out of fear of being caught with a body, leaving Lyrah to try move the body. Ultimately, she wasn't strong enough, and the corpse got left behind. Not long after, Ivy's father began an inquisition into her disappearance, and Lyrah was pinned as the guilty one.
The situation was met with nearly no punishment from her father. After a stern chat and a week being grounded, she was let off the hook. This only drove Lyrah further into her belief that she meant nothing to her family and the world.
After that week, on her first trip back to the library, she was rustling through a donation box. Some poor old collector had recently died, and willed all their books to the library. Among all the drivel, she found an ancient black wood bound codex. Small citrine gems were set into the wood, joined by circles of wicked looking runes burnt into the cover. Black steel hinges allowed the codex to open, and a clasp ensured the vellum pages within didn't warp. These pages were unlike any she'd seen. They did not have a bristle side, and the ink never feathered. The book was written in an ancient language which Lyrah couldn't read. Naturally, she immediately set to work trying to decipher it.
This codex occupied her for several years. She learned the code, pored over the pages, and learned more than she could ever hope. She learned of an ancient evil which walked Avalia, bending scores to its will with fearsome and unknowable powers. She learned new ideas about divisions of power, and who deserves it. She learned new perspectives on many events through history, revealing things that had previously been kept from her. Perhaps most notably, she began hearing this being in her mind - whispering to and instructing her. Pages she had once dismissed as nonsensical began to click into place. She was offered a deal: her inherent demihuman senses and powers for a seed of magical ability. She accepted.
Nobody around her noticed this obsession, nor did they notice the turning of her thoughts. She learned to keep that to herself long ago, and this power within her only encouraged that.
But the events of last night sent it, that power, wild with excitement. There was a new call to action, and Lyrah would be an integral part of its plan. It wants to return.
Strength: 2 Speed on Land: 4 Speed in Air: 6 Magical Ability: 7 Dexterity: 5 Weapon Proficiency: 0 Stealth: 4
Species of Demi-Human
Avian
Best Ability from Beast Side:
None, her ability was taken from her by the demon in her codex. In exchange, it offered her the below ability:
- Masques of Morbidity:
Lyrah's demonic connection has granted her the power to inscribe runes around the face of a corpse. These runes twist the face of the deceased off and bind it to the soul of a demon in the abyss. The twisted faces look like old theater masques - caricatures of tragic emotion. Should a living person wear one these masques, it would contort their body to resemble the former owner of the face while the demon trapped within attempts to eat their soul.
Demons brought forth in this way owe their Avalian form to Lyrah and are mostly subservient to her. This dominance she holds over them is backed by the demon in the codex. Its strength and authority flows through her, cowing any dissenters.
Please note that I have no intention of or interest in using this ability on PCs without prior planning from both parties. Until another player wants to see this happen to their PC, this ability is for use on NPCs only.
The demon who is trapped within the book is ancient and terrible. It hailed from Lilith’s first brood and walked Avalia for millennia, before being defeated by the demon hunter Eurai Malaurie. Ancient lore tells of this yellow-clad demon bending scores to its tyrannical will for unknown or unfathomable reasons. Cities, even nations, were built and razed at the will of this being.
In modern-day Avalia, this demon is near-forgotten. Only clandestine myths remain, passed down by occultists and demon hunters to tell of what would happen if it returned. Even in these circles, the demon’s name is never spoken. Whether this is out of fear or respect is indeterminate, as even all these eons later, mere tales of it carry a power which commands reverence.
The spell that sealed it away bound it in every way to a special codex and sealed its body deep within the abyss. To read this codex is to expose oneself to the power, will, and pain that was left to stew, twisting one's mind into knots. Beyond that, there is no telling of the consequences. That is, until a young Avian girl found it in a donation box. Now, we only have yet to see.
AN: I will be playing this demon as an NPC that compliments Lyrah's posts. Depending on where the narrative goes, I may write it up as a PC at a later date. Who knows?
⋆ Attention of others ⋆ Appearing to be in charge ⋆ Learning new skills to make himself more "marketable" ⋆ Keeping things "calm and cool" ⋆ Adventure
Dislikes:
⋆ Feeling useless ⋆ Actually being in charge ⋆ The outdoors ⋆ Interpersonal tension that goes unaddressed ⋆ Sweets
Fears:
⋆ The dark, but will never admit it ⋆ Losing someone close to him ⋆ Never returning to his previous life ⋆ Naturally, many of the vicious creatures in Avalia. ⋆ The act of killing another person.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Personality:
Kaleb is best described as an ambivert. Extrovert when he is in the spotlight, and introverted to seemingly disinterested when kept on the sidelines. He does keep an ear out, however, as he likes to be in the know. He treats people as good as they're worth, which is a reason he tries to do what he can to be a part of something whether it be a small project or operation. Kaleb is selfish but will share or even give away things he can afford to lose. He doesn't go out of his way to be mean to others, but he can be when aggravated. Surprisingly enough, Kaleb will go to great lengths to keep someone from dying on his watch. He won't throw his life away to save another, but if he can keep someone from dying or killing, he'll try to prevent it.
Kaleb is usually calm under normal circumstances, but he'll be whoever he needs to be. The guy is quite open-minded and will hear someone out to see if can sympathize. If he can't sympathize, prepare to be judged. He's not very patient as he will cut corners or complain about something taking forever. He's mostly brave and even a bit testy, but a man has limits you know. He's not one to be nervous. If he doesn't believe there is immediate danger, the dude is as calm as a cucumber. At the same time, he doesn't usually think before he acts.
Kaleb isn't a genius and draws a lot of his knowledge from movies and popular opinion. Now charisma is complicated Kaleb's game… well if he wants to spend the energy on it. If he needs to be your friend to get by, he'll be the bestest friend you've ever had. It's not easy to get a genuine laugh out of the guy, but he thinks he is a natural comedian. He's sane, but eh… sometimes things just aren't definitive. The guy seems to reserve his social/mental energy for when he needs it.
Background
Occupation
Actor
Living Immediate Family Members:
Jonathan Carter - Father Jace Carter - Younger Brother
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Leslie Carter - Mother
Current Companions:
TBD
Current and Past Lover(s):
Do publicity stunts count?
History:
From the time one could grab Kaleb's attention, he was on camera. From commercials, posters, and book covers to network television and films. Glitz, glamour, and the red carpet were his life and he enjoyed it all. There were times he wished he wasn't so famous, but those times never lasted very long. He was talented and rich, so what more could he ask for? He appeared in well-known movies and television shows such as:
Try Hard Who Kidnapped Santa The First Dance Super Good Once Upon A Time on Wall Street Transmorphers 3: Pedal to the Metal Enter the Network Exterminator Half Brothers A Country for Young Men Field Goal! Spades The Life and Times of Allen Roth Quick and Ferocious 2 Cindy's Magical Adventures Sock Puppets 3: Three's a Party The Day Before Yesterday Quick and Ferocious 6: In the Mix King Fu Man with a Plan Sons of Hollywood Exterminator vs Manhunter Rubber the Animated Series
His career had recently taken a dip for about a year when he lost his mother in the hospital after a fatal car accident. It made him bitter and he even isolated himself for a few months before appearing at a public venue. The love he experienced from his fans was nice, but he would have definitely traded it all for his mother being alive. It was like a hole that couldn't really be filled. Alcohol helped… At least until he blacked out and woke up in Avalia.
Combat and Magic
Strength: 7 Speed on Land: 7 Speed in Air: 0 Magical Ability: 2 Dexterity: 6 Weapon Proficiency: 6 Stealth: 4
This is not a character submission. Just some background on Astra because of how active she is. Plus, why not?
“Astra” ⋆ 149 ⋆ Female ⋆ Dark Elf
Appearance
Height:
5’6
Weight:
130 lbs
Hair Color:
Black and magenta
Eye Color:
Magenta
Skin Tone:
Ashen
Psychology
Likes:
⋆ Getting her way ⋆ A grand time ⋆ Gullible folks
Dislikes:
⋆ Smart people ⋆ Useless people ⋆ Boredom
Fears:
⋆ A double cross ⋆ Pain ⋆ Paying for her misdeeds
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Personality:
Treatment towards others.
⋆ Extrovert ⋆ Selfish as fuck ⋆ Kind to the useful and mean to the useless ⋆ She only looks out for herself. She would never sacrifice her life for another.
Reaction in Situations
⋆ Normally calm until something ridiculous happens ⋆ Will play the long game if it’s the better option ⋆ Cowardly than brave ⋆ She gets nervous when pushed into a corner but will try to maintain a confident demeanor ⋆ Reacts quickly
What's in the Brain?
⋆ Intelligence level: Very cunning ⋆ Charisma level: High. Manipulative to the gullible ⋆ Loves the humor ⋆ Not insane ⋆ Energy levels: High
Background
Astra was born into a family strongly devoted to the goddess of dark magic and the Witch Moon, Halastra. It’s safe to say she was not willing to conform to such strict teachings. She wasn’t even willing to conform to societal norms in Malthemoor. Astra did not want to hunt in the wilderness, she did not want to prepare for the eventual war with the Light Elves, and she did not want to sit in a temple somewhere praying to something she had never seen. Most dark elves with her attitude wound up without a home and left to die due to being considered worthless in a society that thrived in the idea of working alongside your fellow elf and filling a role that benefited the kingdom. Without that, their race might have found death in their banishment.
It was her clever mind that saved her if anything. She sought the company of the dregs and scoundrels of Daka Island. With the laws of Malthemoor having some of the harshest punishments, these types typically traveled elsewhere to operate. To them, Astra was a means to use a young innocent face as a distraction for their underhanded deeds. Pickpocketing, muggings, burglary, pirating, and all manner of foul deeds. She learned from the worst kind of people to be as successful as possible. As she aged, she started to operate independently, stringing along all sorts of folks with cons and schemes with the sole purpose of making money and just survival. During her decades of living, she had networked with several characters all over Avalia, but she had also made a few enemies along the way. There were some that sought to either enslave her for the rest of her life or outright kill her.
With the declaration of war, Astra seeks to find both protection and a means to continue her ventures… or perhaps escape is more accurate.
Occupation
Con Artist and Good Friend
Combat and Magic Strength: 4 Speed on Land: 4 Speed in Air: 0 Magical Ability: 3 Dexterity: 10 Weapon Proficiency: 5 Stealth: 8
