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Cypress "Cyrus" Millinia ⋆ 30 ⋆ Male ⋆ Fairy
Down to the River | The Weak End | Come On Up To The House
Appearance
Height:
5’10
Build:
Fit but willowy, Cyrus keeps himself lean to better aid his flight
Hair Color:
Green, like the fresh grass of spring
Hair Length
Short
Eye Color:
Brown, like the fertile soil
Skin Tone:
Tan
Distinguishing features:
Much of his clothing is either made from plants or adorned with plants. His large iridescent wings are generally noticeable as well.
Psychology
Likes:
-Music and Dance
-Plants and the knowledge they contain
-Meditation
-Plants and the knowledge they contain
-Meditation
Dislikes:
-Greed
-Arguements
-Violence
-Arguements
-Violence
Fears:
-Continued Dark Elf rule
-Failing to locate his missing siblings
-Doing the wrong thing, he needs his actions to be of use and not detriment
-Failing to locate his missing siblings
-Doing the wrong thing, he needs his actions to be of use and not detriment
Habits/Quirks
-Prefers to primarily eat a plant-based diet, when he does eat meat it is out of the necessity of survival or to prepare himself for the possibility that he will need to engage in violence.
-Often talks to plants, not that they speak back to him in the same way that animals talk with other fae, but Cyrus feels he and the plants understand each other. When he speaks with plants he is growing for a purpose he likes to send them his intent as they grow.
-Does not costume alcohol, but frequently smokes zemak and forages for psychoactive mushrooms.
-Often talks to plants, not that they speak back to him in the same way that animals talk with other fae, but Cyrus feels he and the plants understand each other. When he speaks with plants he is growing for a purpose he likes to send them his intent as they grow.
-Does not costume alcohol, but frequently smokes zemak and forages for psychoactive mushrooms.
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Personality:
Calm and soft-spoken but still very much an extrovert Cyrus holds a deep love for all living things. He believes in being selfless, in always doing what he can to best serve those around him, and generally choosing kindness as often as he can. His trust is easily gained and hard to lose; he views forgiveness as an extension of love, and loving others comes naturally to him. He values connection above all else, to nature and others, for as much as it is a forest fairy’s responsibility to attend to the forests, it is equally important to care for his community. He is often very affectionate, depending on the person it may be with words and gestures or it may be through touch. He views the world much in the same way he views nature; change is a beautiful part of life, and pain and hardship exist to promote new growth.
Cyrus believes that all things should be approached without judgment though he is not always a perfect vessel for his beliefs. When anger is felt he tried to better understand it before reacting. He puts effort into controlling emotions and impulses in the majority of situations. Action is something that must be considered and he seeks to put out as little harm as he can. Often his hesitation towards action can be seen as cowardly, but Cyrus considers actions of peace to be far braver than those of violence. He also tends to seek out company when his mind grows dark rather than isolating himself, feeling that fresh perspectives offer more value in these situations.
Cyrus believes that emotions are to be controlled and that the mind can be tricked, but intuition will always guide him to where he needs to be. The majority of his education has been spiritual, and while he holds strong conviction to his beliefs, they too are impermanent, and he will just as easily break them when it is time to let them go. It is not his place to manipulate but he is always willing to offer guidance but only when asked.
Many might mistake his peaceful nature as a weakness, or think him incapable of fighting when needed. They would be mistaken, Cyrus will enter battle with the same dedication he has to healing, he will do what is asked of him to protect those around him. He understands that a peaceful solution is not always possible, and just as nature can seem cruel, sometimes lives must end for new life to flourish. His preference for battles is to enter them in an altered state, to fully embody the most savage aspects of nature to ensure success, and once he’s gotten there, it is a state he fully embraces.
Cyrus believes that all things should be approached without judgment though he is not always a perfect vessel for his beliefs. When anger is felt he tried to better understand it before reacting. He puts effort into controlling emotions and impulses in the majority of situations. Action is something that must be considered and he seeks to put out as little harm as he can. Often his hesitation towards action can be seen as cowardly, but Cyrus considers actions of peace to be far braver than those of violence. He also tends to seek out company when his mind grows dark rather than isolating himself, feeling that fresh perspectives offer more value in these situations.
Cyrus believes that emotions are to be controlled and that the mind can be tricked, but intuition will always guide him to where he needs to be. The majority of his education has been spiritual, and while he holds strong conviction to his beliefs, they too are impermanent, and he will just as easily break them when it is time to let them go. It is not his place to manipulate but he is always willing to offer guidance but only when asked.
Many might mistake his peaceful nature as a weakness, or think him incapable of fighting when needed. They would be mistaken, Cyrus will enter battle with the same dedication he has to healing, he will do what is asked of him to protect those around him. He understands that a peaceful solution is not always possible, and just as nature can seem cruel, sometimes lives must end for new life to flourish. His preference for battles is to enter them in an altered state, to fully embody the most savage aspects of nature to ensure success, and once he’s gotten there, it is a state he fully embraces.
Background
Occupation
Healer and Shaman
Living Immediate Family Members:
His sisters; Violetta, Viola, and Ophelia.
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Just about everyone else.
Current Companions:
TBD
Current and Past Lover(s):
A few other fae throughout his life.
Current Equipment:
Nearly all items he carries with him have both a practical and sacred use;
-Mask; a mask carved from yew that he wears if he ever has to hunt or fight. It normally hangs against his right leg positioned so that its eyes watch his back. Wearing it helps him dissolve into the state he needs to be in for violence though he could do so without it. As with all his sacred objects, it is a tool that aids him rather than a necessity.
-Sickle & Glaive, mainly worn at his side as a sickle it has the shifting charm to become a glaive as well, he has carved ancient runes into the handle for strength and protection.
-Shield/Drum, a leather drum with an unbreakable charm that allows it to function as a shield as well. (Does not carry the beater in the pic but a simple-looking one carved from oak.)
-Jewlery; an green amulet that helps him focus his chlorokinesis. On each wrist he wears a collection of breaded bracelets made of various minerals; a variety of colors on his left and white and black on his right. They are also decorated with a variety of plant materials, and he finds they help focus his healing magic. He also likes the soothing clacking sound they make.
-He carries a few other things; a couple of knives, a wooden pipe, his pockets are always filled with a variety of seeds, and he carries a few trimmings of healing plants as well as some toxic ones.
-Mask; a mask carved from yew that he wears if he ever has to hunt or fight. It normally hangs against his right leg positioned so that its eyes watch his back. Wearing it helps him dissolve into the state he needs to be in for violence though he could do so without it. As with all his sacred objects, it is a tool that aids him rather than a necessity.
-Sickle & Glaive, mainly worn at his side as a sickle it has the shifting charm to become a glaive as well, he has carved ancient runes into the handle for strength and protection.
-Shield/Drum, a leather drum with an unbreakable charm that allows it to function as a shield as well. (Does not carry the beater in the pic but a simple-looking one carved from oak.)
-Jewlery; an green amulet that helps him focus his chlorokinesis. On each wrist he wears a collection of breaded bracelets made of various minerals; a variety of colors on his left and white and black on his right. They are also decorated with a variety of plant materials, and he finds they help focus his healing magic. He also likes the soothing clacking sound they make.
-He carries a few other things; a couple of knives, a wooden pipe, his pockets are always filled with a variety of seeds, and he carries a few trimmings of healing plants as well as some toxic ones.
History:
As a child Cyrus was just as obsessed with plants and the gifts of the earth as he is today. But his peaceful nature developed later in life through careful cultivation. He was wild, adventurous, and often difficult to control. Most people know what happened to his family, but few know exactly how deeply it affected him. Witnessing his parents die for a lost cause burned away everything he once was and left him hollow out, empty. He tried to fill himself with many things devoid of meaning. He drank, he wandered, and he wallowed. Cyrus attempted to end his life one night after finding highly toxic mushrooms. While he did not physically die, he experienced a different sort of death and was given a confusing mix of visions. When his senses returned he had been reborn, he sought out understanding for what he had experienced. He became an apprentice to a fae shaman, where Cyrus spent a decade devoting his life to his teachings.
Eventually, the time came for them to part ways, as his teacher's spirit returned to the earth. Cyrus's emptiness had been replaced with a sense of purpose; now a healer deeply connected to the world around him and filled with the desire to do all he can to make the world a little bit better. Cyrus set out to find out if anyone else from his shattered family still walked Avalia.
Eventually, the time came for them to part ways, as his teacher's spirit returned to the earth. Cyrus's emptiness had been replaced with a sense of purpose; now a healer deeply connected to the world around him and filled with the desire to do all he can to make the world a little bit better. Cyrus set out to find out if anyone else from his shattered family still walked Avalia.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
Fitness Level:
-Cyrus believes that the fitness of the body only strengthens the fitness of the spirit. He trains his body using the forests as his gym just as often as he trains his mind and spirit. He prefers to stay lean and agile so that his flight is never hindered by added bulk.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
-Flight
-Swift and Agile
-Magic
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
-Not overly strong
-Little combat training
-Will go out of his way to avoid causing harm
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
-Sickle/Glaive-10 years, almost daily training with his chosen weapon.
-Shield Drum-5 years, can use it well enough as a shield, but mostly he prefers to use it for music.
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
-When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Cyrus is almost exclusively defensive, he does not get into fights for anything less than a higher cause.
Years of Experience:
Forest Fairy
-Zoolingualism: If Cyrus were to add up the time he’s spent trying to communicate with animals it probably wouldn’t even equate to a year. He respects animals but leaves them to their own business.
-Chlorokinesis: 25 years, of daily use, but little experience in using this for combat.
-Healing: 15 years of dedication, Cyrus is a very skilled healer but not a master.
Best Abilities:
Chlorokinesis is his strongest ability, followed by healing, with zoolingulism being almost nonexistent.
GM
Accepted, brother! Please add to the character tab along with the below stats. @Helo
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samreaper Laughing Imp
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Menzai Isanami
Menzai * 65 * Demi-Human
Appearance
Height:
6'0
Weight:
155 lbs
Hair color:
Night Blue
Eye color:
Sapphire blue with crimson red iris tint
Skin color:
Snowy pale
Bestial Features:
-Sharp canine claws that can be elongated a few inches longer for deeper gashes
-Viciously sharp canine teeth
-Fluffy soft Canine ears
- Tail ???
Attire Description:
Menzai wears the haori of the wolf guardian, white as pure snow with billowy sleeves and pants offering freedom of movement. Made up of special materials from beasts and rare plants hunted and scavenger that offer it higher resistance than normal clothing allowing it to better withstand slashes, cuts and burns and moderate protection against the usual elements. Making for a truly sturdy light garbed outfit but extremely time consuming and difficult to make and is thus only given to those made a guardian before setting forth from the village.
Psychology
Likes
* Phia
* Reading
* Meditating
* Tea
* Observing animals/nature
* Hunting
* Discussions on magic
*Observing
Dislikes
* Loud noises/chattering
* Strong/heavy smells and tastes
* Rudeness
* Mishandling of books
* Disrespectful talks towards magic and humans
* Constant humor
Fears
* Danger/harm coming to his village and to Phia
* Loss of magical knowledge
* Failing his role as guardian
* Losing control of his ascension
* Loss of identity due to ascension
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Personality
Menzai is a quiet and calm individual that does not talk unless needing to or actually has something to say. Emotionally distant and stern, often keeping others at arm's length save for the very few he trusts such as his family and childhood friend, Elizabeth. As such, he speaks in the traditional formal manner while referring others to their family name to prevent closeness and familiarity. He is typically indifferent to the whelms and troubles of others, choosing to avoid getting involved unless absolutely necessary as he prefers being a neutral observer. Menzai also holds an endlessly growing curiosity to magic and customs of other races. These topics if brought up or discussed are the few times Menzai will openly talk though refrains from talking about himself. Proud as the wolf he is, he does not take well to insults to his kind or towards magic and books nor does he much care for humor with Eli as one of the only few exceptions.
He is direct and prefers to get to the point, finding casual chatter an annoyance and waste of time. Often focused on the tasks given to him; even when sleeping he does so by sleeping up in a tree where he can get better lay of the land for any possible threat. When given free time he will do so either by meditating or relaxing under the shade of a tree. Menzai typically keeps his guard up to remain alert and distant at nearly all times and views most emotions unneeded and troublesome as they only get in the way and make handling tasks difficult.
Background
Occupation
Human Guardian
Living Immediate Family members
*Father- Josiah Isanami
*Mother- Annabelle Isanami
*Sibling- Unborn baby brother Tobias Isanami
*Phia- Adopted sister
Dead Immediate Family Members
*Grandfather- Gareth Isanami
*Sister- Trinity Isanami
Current Companions
N/A
Current and past lovers
None
History
The village of Guarav consists of a tribe of wolf demi-humans with most being partial and a few rare halfs that have long since lived in seclusion. Nestled deep within the woods in between River port and the fairy kingdom, the people while not hostile are mistrustful of most outsiders and races. Due to this they seldom get visitors and on the rare occasion will be welcome but on constant close watch. As within the village they hold a library containing a wide myriad of books on magics as the Guaravians have an innate curious desire to study magic as the most trained of the villages would venture out to observe and seek knowledge that they deem worthy to be documented and saved for future use.
Their way of life would change upon the appearance of humans; scared, confused and lost when finding themselves in a wholly new world completely different and foreign from their own. Yet, unexpectedly found no ill will or animosity towards them unlike the other races; in fact, felt a kinship with them as if they were long lost friends and with it came a desire to watch over and protect them. A meeting that led to a close bond and friendship as those of Guarav venturing from the village slowly become more common, even becoming more open and friendly to other races as they traveled with the human companions who seemed naturally capable of using magic which might have part in such kinship.
The day of Guarav ending their seclusion may have been accomplished, but then the humans vanished; disappeared without a trace. A great and terrible lost that affected the wolf tribe especially and with it the progress made became naught as it was of belief the elves; both light and dark were at fault along with other races possibly having a hand. Thus, the Guaravs once again secluded themselves, this time closing access to the village completely and the guardian role created for the human no longer given. Blocked off from the world with a lone white sphere kept and watched over at all times to await news on the return of human, but the days passed then years then decades; whatever important news was broadcasted went ignored for none of the issues of the outside world were of any importance to them.
Life in Guarav maintained their secluded lifestyle for years. Keeping to their forest where they remain hidden; guarding the vast knowledge gained from over the years and possibly more secrets that lie within the mysterious village.
As time went on, memories of Guarav would be forgotten with countless rumors made from foolish travelers and adventures unknowingly aiding in their carefree life. That is, until the night came where hunters stumbled upon a lone, scared elven female wandering alone within the forest; somehow surviving all the dangerous beasts and monsters that stalked through the territory, but once it is learned that she was in fact the river fairy kingdom's supposed dead princess that it seemed to be some form of magical protection or merely luck.
After much discussions and debates it was decided to have her stay with them though was always intended to be temporary. Yet, Phia as she mistakenly called herself by (which none of the Guarav saw any need to correct her to better maintain her secret) proved far more sweet and loving than expected. She was not like the rest of the elves who have lost their purity and ways over the years which led further credence to Gaurav not trusting outsiders.
Now part of the village, Phia would be placed under the care of the Isanami household due to their long history of being top of the line guardians. And to Menzai's dismay found Phia under his care; a job the young wolf had no choice but to reluctantly accept. A job that while not ideal also came with the opportunity to train and practice how to protect as he took to watching over Phia more seriously as time went on. And though he was slower to accept or like the unknown fairy girl, he came to care for her eventually, but always maintain some semblance of distance to avoid getting too close, some might suggest another reason for this yet none are foolish enough to speak aloud.
The Isanami family were the keeper of the sphere who have watched over the sphere for generations and of this clan, Menzai was born to. Like most Wolven cubs, Menzai took a great interest in magic and humans, but his was almost that of an obsession. And for the first few years he became capable of reading; all his time was spent reading at the library as he found the magic and stories on the guardian's adventures alongside humans immensely fascinating. This left him becoming the quiet outcast as the others came to find him weird and foolish to hold onto any hope that humans may one day return as Guaravians have steadily lost hope in them ever coming back. His only friend, Elizabeth the one person who shared in his beliefs often joined him in reading though also worked to get Menzai to try other things as well, to be more outgoing and social. Stating it to be training for the inevitable day he takes on the role of guardian to try and get Menzai to be able to better open up emotionally; an endeavor he found unneeded for when he does so intend to accept the emotional seal. Choosing logic to focus on the tasks than friendship since emotions to him proved to nothing but trouble and often made controlling bestial ascension that much more difficult. His disconnect to his emotions and connecting has allowed him to attain ascension at a far younger age than required and has since achieved maintaining it for five minutes; a feat even full grown ascension users struggle to do.
All of this was for the sake of becoming a guardian; one that can truly protect their companion ward. Now of age with years of training, researching and enduring a certain overly excitable river fairy, Menzai was ready to become an official guardian and venture out.
The was just one question. How to do so without Phia trying to tag along?
Combat and Magic
Species
Wolf Demi-human
Physical Strength
* Natural weapons (claws, Fangs/teeth)
* Enhanced Senses-Sense of smell and hearing due to demi-human psychology
* Minor enhanced strength
* Minor enhanced speed
* Basic level hand-to-hand combat
Physical Weakness
*Highly sensitive to strong scents and taste
*Lacks ranged capabilities
Best Ability
Bestial Ascension
Due to wolf's innate pack mentality and strong desire to protect, Menzai and his tribe has learned the ability to force their body to transform from partial wolf into full humanoid beast form. To do so requires both a strong will to protect and inflicting some form of harm to bring out their predatorial instinct. This transformation causes the user to be covered in wolf fur and their body to enlarge, sometimes to twice their original size which gives a huge boost in physical attributes for as long as it is active.
The form comes with heavy risks, however, as it is extremely difficult to control and can be wildly unpredictable. It takes years simply to be able to control one's self without losing control and being overtaken by the beastly instinct and years more to hold the form for more than a few minutes. Using ascension eats up a ton of stamina and is heavily draining that can leave the user immobile for one to three days depending on how long they used the form. Going pass the time limit is highly discouraged as the chance of losing control increases dramatically or worse becoming stuck in the form which will leave the person in a constant tired and weakened state until reverting is achieved. Due to these risks, ascension is normally only done as a last measure since it is a risk to both the user and allies.
Menzai has achieved ascension with a current max time limit of 5 minutes, a feat not normally attained by one of his young age as the longest ascension recorded has been seven minutes as of the current time.
Bestial Ascension Appearance
Berserk Mode
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Accepted, best friend Menzai!! Please add to the character tab along with the below stats. @Samreaper
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Pink Khione
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Hi everyone! I've been eyeing this RP for the years I've seen it running now and since it just restarted, I wonder if there's any space to join? I see it's listed as full so just peeking in if there's some flexibility. No worries if not, let me know :)
GM
Hi everyone! I've been eyeing this RP for the years I've seen it running now and since it just restarted, I wonder if there's any space to join? I see it's listed as full so just peeking in if there's some flexibility. No worries if not, let me know :)
Hi Pink! Pmed you. @Pink Khione
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Thank you a lot @princess for the image without the annoying white background! <3
Viola Millinia ⋆ 32 ⋆ Female ⋆ Dark Fairy
Appearance
Height:
Build:
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Hair Length:
Eye Color:
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Distinguishing Features:
5'8" (1,58m)
Build:
Hourglass, lean
Hair Color:
Red-violet
Hair Length:
Shoulder height
Eye Color:
Deep blue
Skin Tone:
Ivory
Distinguishing Features:
⋆ Bigger than average, blue and violet wings.
⋆ Living vines and thorns embracing her body.
⋆ Small tattoo under her eyes.
⋆ Living vines and thorns embracing her body.
⋆ Small tattoo under her eyes.
Psychology
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Living Immediate Family Members:
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Current Companions:
Current and Past Lover(s):
Current Equipment:
History:
Before tragedy stuck the Millinia family, before the fall of the Fairy Kingdom, Viola lived a happy life with her twin, Violetta and her many siblings. Despite always being a quiet girl, Viola still had a deep compassion to all living things and since an early age, showed talent both to Chlorokinesis and to a lesser extent, Healing. Such talent wasn't overlooked by the Millinia family, which promptly asked for the best healers they could find to tutor her.
Despite being a bit pressured by her family to be a healer, the early years of Viola's life were still filled with happiness and joy. Being kept away from politics and power struggles until she was ready, there was little she had to worry about other than her responsibilities such as training her healing magic and etiquette lessons. Preparations for her life as a princess. Besides that, her days were mostly filled with joy. Playing with her siblings, enjoying flying with her twin, Violetta, who was the one who taught her the joys of flying, her brother, Cypress, who shared her love for plants, Ophelia, whose contagious happiness and cheerfulness brought life to the house, despite Viola's more quiet behavior, receiving the love and attention from Cedar and Elynia, their parents... Every single possible problem Viola or any of her siblings could have at the time, were but minor inconveniences.
Unfortunately, not even her parents, King Cedar and Queen Elynia would be able to keep their children safe from the war with the Dark Elves. Even though their tyrannical rule could already be felt all over Avalia, The Fairy Kingdom was still able to resist bravely. Unfortunately, when all their plans and the entire resistance was revealed with the death of Viola's older sibling, Florian, their entire resistance and all their plans were foiled. Struck with grief, the resistance attacked the Dark Elves, seeking for vengeance for the death of one of their beloved princes. In the end, no amount of hatred or grief was able to help them.
In one fell swoop, the entire resistance was crushed under the might of the Dark Elf kingdom. As a punishment for the crime of rebelling, the Millinia family had to pay the price. In just a few days, Viola's entire life, everything she knew was taken away from her. Her parents, her family, her house... and even many of her siblings. Slaughtered and killed, many in front of her, made an example for all the fairies. The Millinia family's burning estate and their slaughtered corpses, a harsh reminder of what would happen to anyone who as much as dared to conspire against their rule.
Unlike some of her siblings though, Viola wasn't killed. Instead, her destiny was much worse. Taken to Daka Island, Viola was trapped into a cold, dark cell. At first, she thought they would ask for a ransom or something, but those thoughts would soon, and harshly, be dismissed the moment the torture sessions and the experiments began. No matter how many times Viola asked and begged, the reasons were never made clear to her. Their reason seemed to be just to break her. From physical torture to psychological, everything was done to make Viola's life miserable.
Many times, she begged for death, only to be met with laughter and refusal as they insisted in healing her wounds, feeding her and carefully preparing her for another session on the next day. For the first years, the only thing that kept Viola sane was the hope of being rescued. Despite that, as the the time passed, she slowly realized that nobody would come. Her siblings were probably dead... Slaughtered like Florian, like all the others and even her own parents. Who was she waiting for? Was there even anyone else who cared about her?
When that realization hit her, Viola was on the brink of madness. The only thing that gave her hope had finally crumbled. Almost as if knowing that, the tortures began getting more complex. Physical torture began getting less and less common and instead, she began being shown images and told stories about mothers and fathers betraying their children for their own gain, brothers and sisters stabbing each other in the back merely for their own greed. The changes, both in her body and her mentality didn't go unnoticed by Viola as well. Her skin became paler, her hair a darker shade and faith on people was nearly non-existent. There was no kindness left in the world in her eyes and as such, there was also no kindness left on her. The old ways she was taught by her healing tutors, by her parents quickly shown themselves to be wrong as she looked at the world under a new light. Kindness and unconditional love were just lies. Even the very nature Viola loved so much turned out to be much more crueler and ruthless than what she thought it was. Morality was non-existent for nature. The cycle of life was replete with violence and death. New life only could flourish on top of old, decaying flesh.
Slowly but surely, Viola's eyes were opened to the truth regarding people, creatures and even nature itself. After years of torture and after her hopes of being rescued were shattered, there was little to no resistance from her to accept that new 'truth' she was being forced to understand. At this point, physical tortures almost never happened, being almost completely replaced by sessions of psychological torture and classes where she was 'taught' how awful and cruel the world really was. It was thanks to those teachings that Viola finally realized... No one would help her out of their own kindness. If she didn't act herself in order to survive and thrive in such a terrible world, she would simply die. Morality, kindness and selflessness... Those were all unnatural things. Every single one of them would, sooner or later, lead her only to her own death.
Even if they broke her will, shattered her spirit and view of the world, she would not let them turn her into a puppet for their own desires. The world was dark, violent and cruel. If she wanted to survive, she would have to answer in kind. As such, Viola waited. She planned and waited, waited for any chance to escape. Fortunately, that very chance would come a few years later, where one of the guards inadvertently brought a very special seed into her cell, stuck into his boots when he escorted her back after another session of 're-education'. Quickly picking up from the ground before they could see it, Viola knew it could help her. While she had never once saw that crimson, spiky seed in person, she knew of which plant it was, thanks to her sibling, Cypress, who liked to read books with her about the most exotic kinds of plants. That seed was a seed of the dangerous Blood Rose, a native species of parasitic and predatory flower from Daka Island, considered to be dangerous even for the largest fauna.
Using her own blood to nourish it and the small amount of dirt and soil she could gather from the corners of the old cell, she patiently fed the seed her own blood, day after day as she waited for the plant to mature. Due to the slow lifecycle of that particular species of plant, it took almost a year until it was finally fully matured, but her chance to escape had finally came.
The moment the guards arrived to escort her to another session of re-education, Viola took the plant, offering her own body and blood to it. In the beginning, she could feel the thorny vines digging into her flesh as the plant tightened it's vines around her vigorously, but the moment the plant tasted the first drop of her blood, instead of suffocating her or shredding her body to pieces to drink her blood, the plant simply embraced her body with it's vines, piercing one of the guards with it's thorny vines as he approached Viola to escort her.
Knowing that her gamble had ended up paying off, Viola let the plant feed off her blood as she used her Chlorokinesis to control the Blood Rose, quickly dispatching the remaining guard, letting the plant drain his blood as she made her escape as quickly as possible.
Due to her recent behavior as a prisoner and the lack of attempts to escape or revolt, nobody expected such a sudden escape. The few guards who came to check on the strange noises were quickly dispatched as she ran from the dungeons, directly towards the docks, the best place she could think to escape from Daka Island... It was in one of those ships where she escaped as a Stowaway and met with someone she was certain that was dead... Her brother Cypress.
Unfortunately for Cypress, he would quickly understand that the Viola he knew from before was no more. Forever changed for the years she spent on Daka Island...
Fitness Level:
⋆ Despite her heavy focus on magic, not having any experience with weapons or hand to hand combat, a healthy, fit body is absolutely required for her to use her very specific style of magic. Especially due to the fact that the Blood Rose she carries with her feeds on her own blood. Being fast and agile is also very important for her to evade danger and run away when necessary.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Flying
⋆ Speed and Agility
⋆ Stamina, both for running and flying away from her captors and dealing with the increased blood drain from the Blood Rose whenever she uses it for big moves.
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Apart from her stamina and speed, Viola is physically frail. She is not strong enough to compete with anyone with any kind of physical combat training.
⋆ Due to her heavy focus on magic, she has no formal training in any kind of physical combat. Neither hand to hand nor weapons.
⋆ Viola is not durable. Her body is built for speed and stamina, not to fight.
Weapon(s) / Hand-to-hand Combat:
⋆ Due to her focus on magic and lack of interest on weapons and physical combat, Viola never had any training nor has any practice with any weapons or Hand-to-Hand combat.
Dark Fairy
⋆ Zoolingualism:
One year at most. She can't do much apart from communicating with less intelligent animals in a very basic manner.
⋆ Necrosis:
Before Viola was turned into a Dark Fairy, she was trained to be a healer, having been trained in healing magic since she was very small, for more than 24 years.
Due to all the torture, all the hatred and negative emotions she felt on Daka Island, all her expertise on healing was turned into the desire of wound and hurt. When she finally turned into a Dark Fairy, her Necrosis magic was very strong as a result to that. All her experience and expertise on Healing was converted in Necrosis magic.
⋆ Erebokinesis:
About one and a half year. She cannot use it in an offensive manner, nor completely shroud a place in pitch blad darkness, but she is good at using it to create a darkness fog to obscure the vision and aid either in attack or escaping.
⋆ Chlorokinesis:
Together with Healing, Chlorokinesis what the other magic that Viola specialized since she was young. It was, in fact, the very first type of magic she learned how to use instinctively when she was 5 years old. Since then, she has been using it ever since. From making small shoots grow and manipulating plants to grow in cute forms and shapes, to even being able to manipulate how a tree would grow at later years to create a small tree house to play with her twin, Violetta. After turning into a Dark Fairy, her skill with Chlorokinesis didn't diminish, although it took a much darker turn than before.
Best Abilities(Fairies will specialize):
Trivia:
Her name was inspired by the genus of flowering plants Viola, from the Violaceae family, which includes many types of violets.
⋆ Thorns, parasitic, predatory and resilient plants and creatures that do whatever they need to survive and thrive.
⋆ Tending to the predatory, parasitic flower she carries with her.
⋆ Silence, quietness and tranquility.
⋆ Flying
⋆ Death and decay that precedes new life and growth.
⋆ Hot chocolate. She prefers hers bitter instead of sweet.
⋆ Her siblings. She tolerates even the most annoying ones.
⋆ Tending to the predatory, parasitic flower she carries with her.
⋆ Silence, quietness and tranquility.
⋆ Flying
⋆ Death and decay that precedes new life and growth.
⋆ Hot chocolate. She prefers hers bitter instead of sweet.
⋆ Her siblings. She tolerates even the most annoying ones.
Dislikes:
⋆ Ignorant and loud people. Especially those who annoy her.
⋆ Excessive cheerfulness and happiness. A little is enough. She can't stand people who are always happy and cheerful.
⋆ People who claim to love nature but refuse to recognize how truly ruthless the cycle of life is and how natural violence, death and decay are.
⋆ Excessive cheerfulness and happiness. A little is enough. She can't stand people who are always happy and cheerful.
⋆ People who claim to love nature but refuse to recognize how truly ruthless the cycle of life is and how natural violence, death and decay are.
Fears:
⋆ Being captured and made prisoner again.
⋆ Being tortured and experimented on.
⋆ Being forced to go back tho her old cell in Daka Island.
⋆ Having her wings torn off and not being able to fly again.
⋆ Being tortured and experimented on.
⋆ Being forced to go back tho her old cell in Daka Island.
⋆ Having her wings torn off and not being able to fly again.
Habits/Quirks
⋆ Occasionally killing plant life and animals where she passes through as a way to usher the birth of new life atop old one... And to feed her Blood Rose.
⋆ Feeding the Blood Rose that she carries with her with her own blood.
⋆ Feeding the Blood Rose that she carries with her with her own blood.
Sexuality:
Heterossexual
Personality:
If one had to chose one word to best describe Viola, it would be apathetic. With the exception of those she trusts and is already close with, she rarely shows any interest on other people, not caring about their desires, needs or even their very well being. Be is physical or mental. Due to that, while she won't exactly go out of her way to be cruel or mean to them as long as they don't provoke her, she will also not consider helping them. Due to that, she can be seen as being very selfish, especially since she always puts her and those whom she trusts above the others regarding everything. Earning Viola's trust for her to consider you enough to care about you though can be very difficult. Due to everything she has been through, she is deeply suspicious when people approach her, even when showing affection. For her, the only reasons why someone would approach her would be if they had any ulterior motives for doing so.
When dealing with those whom she trusts though, even if Viola is still somewhat distant, not enjoying hugs and affection that much, she still cares enough about them to protect them and to enjoy their company... Even if she simply stays in silence while besides them.
Despite all that, the one thing that mostly keeps Viola's behavior in check, preventing her to simply murder anyone who immediately as much as inconveniences her is her patience. Years and years waiting to be rescued from Daka Island's cold cells while being tortured and after that, all the time she spent planning and waiting for a chance to escape gave Viola an incredible patience, but at the same time, taught her to hold grudges for a long time. After all, the only thing she was able to do while stuck on Daka Island's cells was to sharpen her own mind.
While it is true that Viola avoids conflicts if she can help it, especially if she notices she can get hurt, if one had to classify Viola between being brave or cowardly, they would probably say she is cautious and calculating. Once again, a trait she was forced to learn in her time on Daka Island.
To carefully weight her actions, instead of foolishly acting or simply cowering in fear while at the same time, being able to think quickly enough to make her escape the moment she got a chance. The very same things that allowed her to live and escape now made her a very dangerous person.
When dealing with those whom she trusts though, even if Viola is still somewhat distant, not enjoying hugs and affection that much, she still cares enough about them to protect them and to enjoy their company... Even if she simply stays in silence while besides them.
Despite all that, the one thing that mostly keeps Viola's behavior in check, preventing her to simply murder anyone who immediately as much as inconveniences her is her patience. Years and years waiting to be rescued from Daka Island's cold cells while being tortured and after that, all the time she spent planning and waiting for a chance to escape gave Viola an incredible patience, but at the same time, taught her to hold grudges for a long time. After all, the only thing she was able to do while stuck on Daka Island's cells was to sharpen her own mind.
While it is true that Viola avoids conflicts if she can help it, especially if she notices she can get hurt, if one had to classify Viola between being brave or cowardly, they would probably say she is cautious and calculating. Once again, a trait she was forced to learn in her time on Daka Island.
To carefully weight her actions, instead of foolishly acting or simply cowering in fear while at the same time, being able to think quickly enough to make her escape the moment she got a chance. The very same things that allowed her to live and escape now made her a very dangerous person.
Background
Occupation
After fleeing from Daka Island she became a fugitive.
Living Immediate Family Members:
Dead Immediate Family Members:
King Cedar Millinia, Queen Elyna, many siblings
Current Companions:
Cypress @helo
Current and Past Lover(s):
Viola had her share of crushes on her early years, but ended up never acting on those due to her quiet and rather shy personality. Her crushes also never said anything, even if it was obvious, due to her being from the Millinia family.
Current Equipment:
A parasitic, predatory plant from Daka Island. Rare, but incredibly resilient, it uses it's sharp thorns to bind and kill creatures to drain their blood as nutrients. The more blood it is allowed to drink and the longer it lives, the larger is the area the flower can extend it's thorny vines. Usually, only a single flower is found by itself, separate from other Blood Roses in order to not compete with them for food.
In rare cases where a handful of Blood Roses sprout together in a suitable place with plenty of nutrients and prey, they can end up bundling up together and creating entire fields of thorny vines to protect themselves.
Some Blood Roses latch themselves unto large creatures as a way to move themselves to a suitable place for them to settle down. The host creature is known to die in just a few days due to it's blood being drained by the flower.
The one Viola carries with her was fed with her own blood since it was a seed and the relationship it has with her is closer to mutualism than mere parasitism, as the flower recognizes Viola as someone who constantly feeds it, allows it to move around with her and protects it.
In rare cases where a handful of Blood Roses sprout together in a suitable place with plenty of nutrients and prey, they can end up bundling up together and creating entire fields of thorny vines to protect themselves.
Some Blood Roses latch themselves unto large creatures as a way to move themselves to a suitable place for them to settle down. The host creature is known to die in just a few days due to it's blood being drained by the flower.
The one Viola carries with her was fed with her own blood since it was a seed and the relationship it has with her is closer to mutualism than mere parasitism, as the flower recognizes Viola as someone who constantly feeds it, allows it to move around with her and protects it.
History:
Before tragedy stuck the Millinia family, before the fall of the Fairy Kingdom, Viola lived a happy life with her twin, Violetta and her many siblings. Despite always being a quiet girl, Viola still had a deep compassion to all living things and since an early age, showed talent both to Chlorokinesis and to a lesser extent, Healing. Such talent wasn't overlooked by the Millinia family, which promptly asked for the best healers they could find to tutor her.
Despite being a bit pressured by her family to be a healer, the early years of Viola's life were still filled with happiness and joy. Being kept away from politics and power struggles until she was ready, there was little she had to worry about other than her responsibilities such as training her healing magic and etiquette lessons. Preparations for her life as a princess. Besides that, her days were mostly filled with joy. Playing with her siblings, enjoying flying with her twin, Violetta, who was the one who taught her the joys of flying, her brother, Cypress, who shared her love for plants, Ophelia, whose contagious happiness and cheerfulness brought life to the house, despite Viola's more quiet behavior, receiving the love and attention from Cedar and Elynia, their parents... Every single possible problem Viola or any of her siblings could have at the time, were but minor inconveniences.
Unfortunately, not even her parents, King Cedar and Queen Elynia would be able to keep their children safe from the war with the Dark Elves. Even though their tyrannical rule could already be felt all over Avalia, The Fairy Kingdom was still able to resist bravely. Unfortunately, when all their plans and the entire resistance was revealed with the death of Viola's older sibling, Florian, their entire resistance and all their plans were foiled. Struck with grief, the resistance attacked the Dark Elves, seeking for vengeance for the death of one of their beloved princes. In the end, no amount of hatred or grief was able to help them.
In one fell swoop, the entire resistance was crushed under the might of the Dark Elf kingdom. As a punishment for the crime of rebelling, the Millinia family had to pay the price. In just a few days, Viola's entire life, everything she knew was taken away from her. Her parents, her family, her house... and even many of her siblings. Slaughtered and killed, many in front of her, made an example for all the fairies. The Millinia family's burning estate and their slaughtered corpses, a harsh reminder of what would happen to anyone who as much as dared to conspire against their rule.
Unlike some of her siblings though, Viola wasn't killed. Instead, her destiny was much worse. Taken to Daka Island, Viola was trapped into a cold, dark cell. At first, she thought they would ask for a ransom or something, but those thoughts would soon, and harshly, be dismissed the moment the torture sessions and the experiments began. No matter how many times Viola asked and begged, the reasons were never made clear to her. Their reason seemed to be just to break her. From physical torture to psychological, everything was done to make Viola's life miserable.
Many times, she begged for death, only to be met with laughter and refusal as they insisted in healing her wounds, feeding her and carefully preparing her for another session on the next day. For the first years, the only thing that kept Viola sane was the hope of being rescued. Despite that, as the the time passed, she slowly realized that nobody would come. Her siblings were probably dead... Slaughtered like Florian, like all the others and even her own parents. Who was she waiting for? Was there even anyone else who cared about her?
When that realization hit her, Viola was on the brink of madness. The only thing that gave her hope had finally crumbled. Almost as if knowing that, the tortures began getting more complex. Physical torture began getting less and less common and instead, she began being shown images and told stories about mothers and fathers betraying their children for their own gain, brothers and sisters stabbing each other in the back merely for their own greed. The changes, both in her body and her mentality didn't go unnoticed by Viola as well. Her skin became paler, her hair a darker shade and faith on people was nearly non-existent. There was no kindness left in the world in her eyes and as such, there was also no kindness left on her. The old ways she was taught by her healing tutors, by her parents quickly shown themselves to be wrong as she looked at the world under a new light. Kindness and unconditional love were just lies. Even the very nature Viola loved so much turned out to be much more crueler and ruthless than what she thought it was. Morality was non-existent for nature. The cycle of life was replete with violence and death. New life only could flourish on top of old, decaying flesh.
Slowly but surely, Viola's eyes were opened to the truth regarding people, creatures and even nature itself. After years of torture and after her hopes of being rescued were shattered, there was little to no resistance from her to accept that new 'truth' she was being forced to understand. At this point, physical tortures almost never happened, being almost completely replaced by sessions of psychological torture and classes where she was 'taught' how awful and cruel the world really was. It was thanks to those teachings that Viola finally realized... No one would help her out of their own kindness. If she didn't act herself in order to survive and thrive in such a terrible world, she would simply die. Morality, kindness and selflessness... Those were all unnatural things. Every single one of them would, sooner or later, lead her only to her own death.
Even if they broke her will, shattered her spirit and view of the world, she would not let them turn her into a puppet for their own desires. The world was dark, violent and cruel. If she wanted to survive, she would have to answer in kind. As such, Viola waited. She planned and waited, waited for any chance to escape. Fortunately, that very chance would come a few years later, where one of the guards inadvertently brought a very special seed into her cell, stuck into his boots when he escorted her back after another session of 're-education'. Quickly picking up from the ground before they could see it, Viola knew it could help her. While she had never once saw that crimson, spiky seed in person, she knew of which plant it was, thanks to her sibling, Cypress, who liked to read books with her about the most exotic kinds of plants. That seed was a seed of the dangerous Blood Rose, a native species of parasitic and predatory flower from Daka Island, considered to be dangerous even for the largest fauna.
Using her own blood to nourish it and the small amount of dirt and soil she could gather from the corners of the old cell, she patiently fed the seed her own blood, day after day as she waited for the plant to mature. Due to the slow lifecycle of that particular species of plant, it took almost a year until it was finally fully matured, but her chance to escape had finally came.
The moment the guards arrived to escort her to another session of re-education, Viola took the plant, offering her own body and blood to it. In the beginning, she could feel the thorny vines digging into her flesh as the plant tightened it's vines around her vigorously, but the moment the plant tasted the first drop of her blood, instead of suffocating her or shredding her body to pieces to drink her blood, the plant simply embraced her body with it's vines, piercing one of the guards with it's thorny vines as he approached Viola to escort her.
Knowing that her gamble had ended up paying off, Viola let the plant feed off her blood as she used her Chlorokinesis to control the Blood Rose, quickly dispatching the remaining guard, letting the plant drain his blood as she made her escape as quickly as possible.
Due to her recent behavior as a prisoner and the lack of attempts to escape or revolt, nobody expected such a sudden escape. The few guards who came to check on the strange noises were quickly dispatched as she ran from the dungeons, directly towards the docks, the best place she could think to escape from Daka Island... It was in one of those ships where she escaped as a Stowaway and met with someone she was certain that was dead... Her brother Cypress.
Unfortunately for Cypress, he would quickly understand that the Viola he knew from before was no more. Forever changed for the years she spent on Daka Island...
Combat and Magic
Fitness Level:
⋆ Despite her heavy focus on magic, not having any experience with weapons or hand to hand combat, a healthy, fit body is absolutely required for her to use her very specific style of magic. Especially due to the fact that the Blood Rose she carries with her feeds on her own blood. Being fast and agile is also very important for her to evade danger and run away when necessary.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Flying
⋆ Speed and Agility
⋆ Stamina, both for running and flying away from her captors and dealing with the increased blood drain from the Blood Rose whenever she uses it for big moves.
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Apart from her stamina and speed, Viola is physically frail. She is not strong enough to compete with anyone with any kind of physical combat training.
⋆ Due to her heavy focus on magic, she has no formal training in any kind of physical combat. Neither hand to hand nor weapons.
⋆ Viola is not durable. Her body is built for speed and stamina, not to fight.
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s) / Hand-to-hand Combat:
⋆ Due to her focus on magic and lack of interest on weapons and physical combat, Viola never had any training nor has any practice with any weapons or Hand-to-Hand combat.
Dark Fairy
⋆ Zoolingualism:
One year at most. She can't do much apart from communicating with less intelligent animals in a very basic manner.
⋆ Necrosis:
Before Viola was turned into a Dark Fairy, she was trained to be a healer, having been trained in healing magic since she was very small, for more than 24 years.
Due to all the torture, all the hatred and negative emotions she felt on Daka Island, all her expertise on healing was turned into the desire of wound and hurt. When she finally turned into a Dark Fairy, her Necrosis magic was very strong as a result to that. All her experience and expertise on Healing was converted in Necrosis magic.
⋆ Erebokinesis:
About one and a half year. She cannot use it in an offensive manner, nor completely shroud a place in pitch blad darkness, but she is good at using it to create a darkness fog to obscure the vision and aid either in attack or escaping.
⋆ Chlorokinesis:
Together with Healing, Chlorokinesis what the other magic that Viola specialized since she was young. It was, in fact, the very first type of magic she learned how to use instinctively when she was 5 years old. Since then, she has been using it ever since. From making small shoots grow and manipulating plants to grow in cute forms and shapes, to even being able to manipulate how a tree would grow at later years to create a small tree house to play with her twin, Violetta. After turning into a Dark Fairy, her skill with Chlorokinesis didn't diminish, although it took a much darker turn than before.
Best Abilities(Fairies will specialize):
Chlorokinesis and Necrosis to a smaller extent.
Trivia:
Her name was inspired by the genus of flowering plants Viola, from the Violaceae family, which includes many types of violets.
GM
Accepted, sister! Please add to the character tab along with the below stats. @13org
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The Hidden Dark Mage
Tanithil Malaggar ⋆ 253 ⋆ Male ⋆ Dark Elf
Appearance
Height:
5'6"
Build:
Skinny but toned
Hair Color:
White
Hair Length
Shoulder length
Eye Color:
Purple
Skin Tone:
Grey
Distinguishing features:
Jaw line, purple eyes, white hair, artificial hand, etc.
Psychology
Likes:
⋆Trickery/Subterfuge
⋆Warm home-cooked meals
⋆Fishing
⋆Perseverance
⋆Running/Parkour/Exercise in general
⋆Warm home-cooked meals
⋆Fishing
⋆Perseverance
⋆Running/Parkour/Exercise in general
Dislikes:
⋆Cruelty
⋆Rules
⋆Yelling
⋆Sour food
⋆Losing
⋆Rules
⋆Yelling
⋆Sour food
⋆Losing
Fears:
⋆His race becoming extinct/family dying out
⋆Losing everyone he cares about
⋆Losing his powers
⋆Losing another limb
⋆Being forgotten
⋆Losing everyone he cares about
⋆Losing his powers
⋆Losing another limb
⋆Being forgotten
Habits/Quirks
⋆Tries to be unpredictable
⋆Cocky when in action, sulky/brooding when not
⋆He typically reuses old sources of magic when fighting to makeup for his lacking “mana”
⋆Doesn’t hide what he thinks (unless it’s dangerous to reveal his intentions or thoughts)
⋆Often performs petty theft without thinking
⋆Cocky when in action, sulky/brooding when not
⋆He typically reuses old sources of magic when fighting to makeup for his lacking “mana”
⋆Doesn’t hide what he thinks (unless it’s dangerous to reveal his intentions or thoughts)
⋆Often performs petty theft without thinking
Sexuality:
Demisexual
Personality:
Treatment towards others
⋆ Behavior towards others?
Tanithil is the type to talk loudly and be rather animated despite not always having something deep to say. Sometimes he just says things aloud for the sake of saying it.
⋆ Where on the spectrum of selfish to selfless?
He is mostly selfish, often running off to perform his own little acts of mischief and pranking.
⋆ Where on the spectrum of kind to mean?
He can be a little mean but mostly has a kind heart, looking to do more harm than good.
⋆ Is your character affectionate? Do they enjoy hugs and being touchy?
Tanithil struggles with physical affection, not really knowing if he wants it or likes it or not simply because he’s never been in those situations.
⋆ Is it hard to gain your character’s trust?
Very much so. Not impossible to gain it but he comes from a world of betrayal and deceit, which makes opening up hard.
Reaction in Situations
⋆ Easy to anger or does your character usually remain calm? What about irritation?
Tanithil remains calm until one of his major "weak points" or "sore spots" gets pressed too hard. Something about his race, family, or close friends will usually do the trick.
⋆ Patient or impatient. Is your character impulsive?
Patient. He has had to sit still in the shadows for hours at times to harm a mark or tail a high value target....or play a harmless prank.
⋆ Brave or Cowardly? Are they brave to the point of recklessness?
Brave. Not out of nobility or honor, but simply because Tanithil's capacity for fear isn't as finely honed as others. He does however, still exercise caution.
⋆ Anxiety hold you back? Do you get nervous?
Not really. Tanithil's had to deal with quite a lot and it has fortunately sharpened his mental to fight against such things...but that does not mean he's immune to it.
⋆ Reaction speeds to situations.
Working with the criminal underbelly of a major city has you reacting rather quickly to dangerous, often spontaneous, situations.
What's in the Brain? Try not to be smart in every way possible.
⋆ Intelligence level: Are you a cunning mastermind?
You have to be clever and creative with dark magic. You learn to problem solve, create solutions, and think critically under pressure. Not necessarily a mastermind but certainly not bad either.
⋆ Charisma level: How well can you manipulate people? Do you make friends easily? Are you persuasive?
He's only as good as his reputation may allow. In the dark back alley streets where he is known to be a dangerous thug? Very convincing. Out in the middle of nowhere where his name has never been mentioned? Not so much.
⋆ Sense of humor or no sense of humor?
He cracks jokes and one liners far too often...
⋆ Sanity level of character/do they struggle with any mental illness/disorders?
Normal sanity, but still slightly war-torn from his experience running from his home, slightly home-sick as well.
Background
Occupation
Tanithil originally was just a common thug who would steal for money, growing more bold and taking on bounties as he grew older. Before he could truly blossom into any line of work he had to run from home, prompting him to be a sea-faring pirate.
Living Immediate Family Members:
Potentially his mother and father, Ayla and Arlen Malaggar.
His grandmother - General Zarra Malagger
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Potentially his mother and father, Ayla and Arlen Malaggar.
His grandfather - Thallan Malaggar - killed by a drunk home invader in the middle of the night many decades ago.
Current Companions:
Amisra Keyrel
Current and Past Lover(s):
None
Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
Small dagger from the gang he joined back in Ironhold, has a red hilt with a fake ruby in it.
History:
Disclaimer: Story is very long, skip to the “Where are they now” section for essentially the TL;DR version.
Tanithil grew up in the kingdom of Thael Taesi, which was once an independent kingdom among many in Malthemoor. His family was rather close to the royal family due to his grandmother Zarra’s involvement in the military forces under the rule of King Keyral. She had enlisted as an infantryman back in the days of the previous king, and slowly worked her way up through hard work and the respect of her fellow officers, but they always did note her distinct bloodthirst and desire for conquest. After she took an oath to bend the knee to the ruling king and to cease her endless requests for military conquest, King Keyral saw the potential in her to be a strong leader for his military and thus gave her the rank of General.
After she attained this rank, Zarra met with a lower ranking officer and immediately fell in love. It was one of the few moments she ever allowed herself to be vulnerable, and it would soon be the last. She and Thallan Malaggar started a family together, raising a few children, namely Tanithil’s father, Arlen, and 2 other siblings Zarra’s children chose civilian life, wanting a more simple, honest, and safe place away from the more brutal realities of military life. Zarra had respected this wish, and let the recently retired Thallan, Ayla, Arlen’s wife, and Arlen purchase a home in the main city surrounding the castle.
Ayla and Arlen happily raised him as an only child, Tanithil, with Thallan for many years in a modest house. Zarra would even take vacations every now and then to come see her children and grandchildren. But one night, while Zarra had gone on a diplomacy mission to a neighboring kingdom, a man had broken into the family home and attempted to both rob and kill everyone present. Thallan, being the soldier that he was, sprung into action to stop the man from hurting his family. However in the process, he was stabbed and mortally wounded. While this made the thug run away and guaranteed everyone else’s safety, it was an untimely end for a noble soul.
Zarra returned home furious that her loving husband was murdered in his own home by “some drunk”. By all accounts, it made no sense. The house was locked with magical spells, and Thallan, while old, wasn’t senile. Many speculate that the entire story wasn’t told, or that someone else had something to play in it, but unfortunately no details were shared. From that day onward, Zarra became far more mean and dark emotionally.
Tanithil, being only in his early 50s at the time, truly didn’t know what to think of the entire situation, but he did notice some strange occurrences. A strange man outside, the glint of a small object flying through the air, then suddenly, his grandfather was laid on the floor. To this day he’s unsure, but it was this death that led him to want to become someone who could protect others. While not physically strong, he had learned in his school the rudimentary forms of magic and erebokinesis his kind were capable of. He began his pursuit of knowledge and started to hone his magical skills so he could become a hero like his grandfather and grandmother. That is until one fateful day….
After she attained this rank, Zarra met with a lower ranking officer and immediately fell in love. It was one of the few moments she ever allowed herself to be vulnerable, and it would soon be the last. She and Thallan Malaggar started a family together, raising a few children, namely Tanithil’s father, Arlen, and 2 other siblings Zarra’s children chose civilian life, wanting a more simple, honest, and safe place away from the more brutal realities of military life. Zarra had respected this wish, and let the recently retired Thallan, Ayla, Arlen’s wife, and Arlen purchase a home in the main city surrounding the castle.
Ayla and Arlen happily raised him as an only child, Tanithil, with Thallan for many years in a modest house. Zarra would even take vacations every now and then to come see her children and grandchildren. But one night, while Zarra had gone on a diplomacy mission to a neighboring kingdom, a man had broken into the family home and attempted to both rob and kill everyone present. Thallan, being the soldier that he was, sprung into action to stop the man from hurting his family. However in the process, he was stabbed and mortally wounded. While this made the thug run away and guaranteed everyone else’s safety, it was an untimely end for a noble soul.
Zarra returned home furious that her loving husband was murdered in his own home by “some drunk”. By all accounts, it made no sense. The house was locked with magical spells, and Thallan, while old, wasn’t senile. Many speculate that the entire story wasn’t told, or that someone else had something to play in it, but unfortunately no details were shared. From that day onward, Zarra became far more mean and dark emotionally.
Tanithil, being only in his early 50s at the time, truly didn’t know what to think of the entire situation, but he did notice some strange occurrences. A strange man outside, the glint of a small object flying through the air, then suddenly, his grandfather was laid on the floor. To this day he’s unsure, but it was this death that led him to want to become someone who could protect others. While not physically strong, he had learned in his school the rudimentary forms of magic and erebokinesis his kind were capable of. He began his pursuit of knowledge and started to hone his magical skills so he could become a hero like his grandfather and grandmother. That is until one fateful day….
As the years passed, Tanithil grew more close to the royal family, and even befriended their daughter, Amisra. His constant trips to the castle to study in the library or practice in the dueling areas had meant he would see both Zarra and Amisra quite often. Zarra would often coach him on how to read situations in battle, and how to properly assess danger to counter it. Her teachings were harsh, but full of knowledge and insight from centuries of battle.
Amisra had offered a more social and friendly approach to his visits, giving him yet another reason to look forward to making the long walk up to the gate. They often shared meals, talked about their own training, and made light jokes about events around the castle. The two grew close and would even spar together to see whose brand of combat was “better”. Sometimes even Zarra would join them in a special 2v1 sparring match. It was these matches that Tanithil would often take a back seat and instead support his friend with the use of his stealthy magicks to give Amisra an edge against his grandmother. Of course, they never won, but sometimes they almost landed a few blows.
They all had spent over a century together training and learning like this, to the point where Tanithil even took up a temporary residency in the barracks to reduce the constant need for walking to and fro. Shortly after he had turned 150, he noticed his grandmother begin to become resentful towards the staff of the castle and even the staff. She would go off on random solo excursions she claimed were “for the good of the country” with no further explanation. It wasn’t until she returned with the full might of another nation's military that Tanithil realized how serious she had become.
In the years of peace that the Keyral family had wanted to uphold, a neighboring Dark Elf nation known as Daka had begun amassing troops and forcing all other countries to unite under a single banner; the banner of King Zanithel. Initially, their approach was diplomatic, but it held a sinister force behind it. They had told King Keyral that he could keep his title, his land, everything essentially except for his power. King Keyral was to surrender his sovereignty over to King Zanithel or he would be executed for high treason. It was all a load of bull, and seemed like a bad dream to Tanithil, but seeing his grandmother in full plate armor with a scowl on her face as she stared down King Keyral told him it was very much real.
Amisra had offered a more social and friendly approach to his visits, giving him yet another reason to look forward to making the long walk up to the gate. They often shared meals, talked about their own training, and made light jokes about events around the castle. The two grew close and would even spar together to see whose brand of combat was “better”. Sometimes even Zarra would join them in a special 2v1 sparring match. It was these matches that Tanithil would often take a back seat and instead support his friend with the use of his stealthy magicks to give Amisra an edge against his grandmother. Of course, they never won, but sometimes they almost landed a few blows.
They all had spent over a century together training and learning like this, to the point where Tanithil even took up a temporary residency in the barracks to reduce the constant need for walking to and fro. Shortly after he had turned 150, he noticed his grandmother begin to become resentful towards the staff of the castle and even the staff. She would go off on random solo excursions she claimed were “for the good of the country” with no further explanation. It wasn’t until she returned with the full might of another nation's military that Tanithil realized how serious she had become.
In the years of peace that the Keyral family had wanted to uphold, a neighboring Dark Elf nation known as Daka had begun amassing troops and forcing all other countries to unite under a single banner; the banner of King Zanithel. Initially, their approach was diplomatic, but it held a sinister force behind it. They had told King Keyral that he could keep his title, his land, everything essentially except for his power. King Keyral was to surrender his sovereignty over to King Zanithel or he would be executed for high treason. It was all a load of bull, and seemed like a bad dream to Tanithil, but seeing his grandmother in full plate armor with a scowl on her face as she stared down King Keyral told him it was very much real.
Three days were given before both Thael Taesi’s forces and Daka’s forces would march on the castle and forcibly occupy it. King Keyral of course said no, but was still thrown into the dungeon to think about his decision until the fateful day. Amisra, her mother, and sister were all left to live in their quarters and were welcome to cut off ties from their King should he choose not to bend the knee. Of course, none of them would, but the offer was still made. Tanithil was, however, discarded. Or rather, he wasn’t considered a threat to King Zanithel or General Zarra. This proved to be advantageous to him. They apparently were under the notion he would go along with this farce of a plan. He would sooner die than forsake the country he grew up in, and began planning with Amisra and her family on how they would escape.
Word however, traveled quickly. A few servants had begun hearing whispers and rumors of the royal family looking to run away, and by the end of the 2nd day, Tanithil and Amisra were practically rushing to get everything together. Since nobles weren’t allowed to leave the castle, Tanithil had entrusted a friendly servant he had gotten to know with the task of getting a carriage ready for them to escape in. Fearful for his life, the servant told the General the day of the escape, where she immediately sent the man to the dungeon and began making for the royal chambers.
The doors to the room cracked open as General Zarra swarmed in with a few guards at the ready to arrest everyone present. Amisra and Tanithil had been packing some things in the back room while Amisra’s younger sister and mother had been keeping a lookout. All they could hear were the guttural screams before being abruptly silenced. Tanithil and Amisra ran out to confront the noise, and saw two limp bodies laid on the bedroom floor. Amisra’s mother held a knife and her sister had the scorch marks of what looked like a spell that either collided with her or perhaps backfired in her hand.
In a flash Amisra had only curses and insults for them as she became enraged at her family’s mistreatment and unfair deaths. The General merely laughed at the pair, pulling her sword and ordering the guards to stand down. She decided it was time for one final spar between the two, all gloves off. It only took a few moments to prove the skill gap between them was still rather large. Amisra held the front as best she could, but the General’s cold and calculating moves simply were too overpowering in her enraged state. Tanithil stayed to the side as they brawled, chucking spells and distractions to get the General to slip up, but nothing cracked her tight focus on the battle. After a few strong clashes, Amisra was knocked to the ground, her weapons on the ground as the General raised her sword in a final coup de grace blow meant for Tanithil’s friend.
He jumped forward, a swirl of Lightslategray mists propelling his body forward as he pushed his friend out of the way. He surrounded his arm in a veil of coagulated shadows, but the sword was simply too well made, and the blow was too strong. It tore through his magic and then his hand like a knife through butter. The scene before him began to burn into his memory as the sheer amount of blood and death was more than he was prepared for that day. He felt his strength rapidly leave him before hearing a faint voice of his friend. She screamed at her for hurting her grandson, lashing out and pushing her away. His vision blurred, but he swore he saw a figure at the door, some voices rang out, and the General put her weapon away and stormed out.
It was only when the guards began to approach them that Tanithil’s senses sharpened. In a moment of desperation he gathered what magical power he had left and surrounded Amisra in Lightslategray mist, whisking both of their bodies away through the nearby window and onto the palace grounds. All their preparations were laid to waste, and Tanithil was mortally wounded. He hated every little aspect of their failed plan, but he would still look to Amisra and vow that they would make it out of this corrupt kingdom that Zanithel was attempting to make.
Word however, traveled quickly. A few servants had begun hearing whispers and rumors of the royal family looking to run away, and by the end of the 2nd day, Tanithil and Amisra were practically rushing to get everything together. Since nobles weren’t allowed to leave the castle, Tanithil had entrusted a friendly servant he had gotten to know with the task of getting a carriage ready for them to escape in. Fearful for his life, the servant told the General the day of the escape, where she immediately sent the man to the dungeon and began making for the royal chambers.
The doors to the room cracked open as General Zarra swarmed in with a few guards at the ready to arrest everyone present. Amisra and Tanithil had been packing some things in the back room while Amisra’s younger sister and mother had been keeping a lookout. All they could hear were the guttural screams before being abruptly silenced. Tanithil and Amisra ran out to confront the noise, and saw two limp bodies laid on the bedroom floor. Amisra’s mother held a knife and her sister had the scorch marks of what looked like a spell that either collided with her or perhaps backfired in her hand.
In a flash Amisra had only curses and insults for them as she became enraged at her family’s mistreatment and unfair deaths. The General merely laughed at the pair, pulling her sword and ordering the guards to stand down. She decided it was time for one final spar between the two, all gloves off. It only took a few moments to prove the skill gap between them was still rather large. Amisra held the front as best she could, but the General’s cold and calculating moves simply were too overpowering in her enraged state. Tanithil stayed to the side as they brawled, chucking spells and distractions to get the General to slip up, but nothing cracked her tight focus on the battle. After a few strong clashes, Amisra was knocked to the ground, her weapons on the ground as the General raised her sword in a final coup de grace blow meant for Tanithil’s friend.
He jumped forward, a swirl of Lightslategray mists propelling his body forward as he pushed his friend out of the way. He surrounded his arm in a veil of coagulated shadows, but the sword was simply too well made, and the blow was too strong. It tore through his magic and then his hand like a knife through butter. The scene before him began to burn into his memory as the sheer amount of blood and death was more than he was prepared for that day. He felt his strength rapidly leave him before hearing a faint voice of his friend. She screamed at her for hurting her grandson, lashing out and pushing her away. His vision blurred, but he swore he saw a figure at the door, some voices rang out, and the General put her weapon away and stormed out.
It was only when the guards began to approach them that Tanithil’s senses sharpened. In a moment of desperation he gathered what magical power he had left and surrounded Amisra in Lightslategray mist, whisking both of their bodies away through the nearby window and onto the palace grounds. All their preparations were laid to waste, and Tanithil was mortally wounded. He hated every little aspect of their failed plan, but he would still look to Amisra and vow that they would make it out of this corrupt kingdom that Zanithel was attempting to make.
After King Zanithel usurped the rule of King Keyral, killing the previous king and the rest of the royal family except for his dear friend Amisra, Tanithil made his escape outside the city limits with Amisra with nothing much besides a small bag of supplies that he was able to take from a nearby shop. Despite his mortal injury at the hands of his conquest-obsessed grandmother, General Zarra, he kept himself together as best he could. Without his friend, he isn’t sure how far he would’ve gotten. She held onto him and supported him throughout the city as he used his magic to disguise their escape route. From shadow bombs of smoke to random collisions and crashes caused by his shadow weapons, Tanithil didn’t care what he needed to do so long as he guaranteed their safety. He had a moment where he thought it was important to see his parents, but decided it could compromise their entire escape if he made any detours now.
As they made it further east, it became apparent the cold weather would be yet another obstacle in their wake. The two elves huddled closely together and made their way as far as they could from the city. With his stubbornness to quit, and Amisra’s support, they made it to the coastline, where they saw a fishing village being raided by a rogue group of what they assumed to be pirates. While normally this would be vexing, Tanithil saw it as an opportunity to escape. The two made their way to the ship, and convinced a light elf by the name of Drosis to help them escape this tyrannical government. As luck would have it, the man also disliked the rising dark elf influence and decided to take them onto his ship.
A long trip to Aldrakh proved to be difficult in its own ways, but Tanithil bore with the pulsing pain in his stump. Drosis, being a light elf, had some healing magic available to him. This helped Tanithil through the wincing waves of pain and helped him grow more friendly to the rest of the crew. One thing he didn’t expect was how friendly and personable they had been during their journey. He was thankful for meeting these “thieves on the sea”, and even thought to himself it wouldn’t be so bad on the open seas. Once they docked on yet another small port town, the two set for Ironhold, wishing their new friends a safe journey to wherever they would go.
During their next 100 years, they would spend 40 of those in Ironhold. Tanithil particularly would associate himself with the criminal element in the city and make a small name for himself, even earning himself a keepsake in the form of a small red dagger. He’s fond of the people he met but not so proud of what he had to do under their tutelage. He also met a dwarf by the name of Urnol Wraithaxe, who was a master tinkerer. He even made Tanithil a brand new metal prosthetic hand and gave Amisra a job while they lived there. But after 40 years, Tanithil agreed with his friend that it was time to go on the run in a place that wasn’t so easily discovered and ransacked. So they reached out to now Captain Drosis once more and offered to join their crew. There was little hesitation from the Captain as he hadn’t minded the two elves one bit. Tanithil now resides upon the deck of the Saltrunner as a seafaring pirate, free to do as he pleases. Just the way he likes it really.
As they made it further east, it became apparent the cold weather would be yet another obstacle in their wake. The two elves huddled closely together and made their way as far as they could from the city. With his stubbornness to quit, and Amisra’s support, they made it to the coastline, where they saw a fishing village being raided by a rogue group of what they assumed to be pirates. While normally this would be vexing, Tanithil saw it as an opportunity to escape. The two made their way to the ship, and convinced a light elf by the name of Drosis to help them escape this tyrannical government. As luck would have it, the man also disliked the rising dark elf influence and decided to take them onto his ship.
A long trip to Aldrakh proved to be difficult in its own ways, but Tanithil bore with the pulsing pain in his stump. Drosis, being a light elf, had some healing magic available to him. This helped Tanithil through the wincing waves of pain and helped him grow more friendly to the rest of the crew. One thing he didn’t expect was how friendly and personable they had been during their journey. He was thankful for meeting these “thieves on the sea”, and even thought to himself it wouldn’t be so bad on the open seas. Once they docked on yet another small port town, the two set for Ironhold, wishing their new friends a safe journey to wherever they would go.
During their next 100 years, they would spend 40 of those in Ironhold. Tanithil particularly would associate himself with the criminal element in the city and make a small name for himself, even earning himself a keepsake in the form of a small red dagger. He’s fond of the people he met but not so proud of what he had to do under their tutelage. He also met a dwarf by the name of Urnol Wraithaxe, who was a master tinkerer. He even made Tanithil a brand new metal prosthetic hand and gave Amisra a job while they lived there. But after 40 years, Tanithil agreed with his friend that it was time to go on the run in a place that wasn’t so easily discovered and ransacked. So they reached out to now Captain Drosis once more and offered to join their crew. There was little hesitation from the Captain as he hadn’t minded the two elves one bit. Tanithil now resides upon the deck of the Saltrunner as a seafaring pirate, free to do as he pleases. Just the way he likes it really.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
Fitness Level(If you’re active, please list how. Sports activity? Etc):
⋆ Very active. Well as active as one can be on a boat. Back in the city Tanithil would often scale the sides of buildings and run through back streets with proficient dexterity. His boat life may not let his leg strength flourish but his arms have begun to grow from all the lifting and towing he needs to do on board.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Good runner, both sprinting and long distance
⋆ Great endurance, has had to train his stamina since birth due to naturally low starting point
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Low maximum output.
⋆ Low recovery rate, if tired out he needs time to rest
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Has trained in both magical and physical weapons for a combined amount of 100+ years, with 40 of them being more physically focused and 60 of them being more magically focused.
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
Amisra has shown Tanithil a few things, and the backstreet slums have taught Tanithil how to handle himself in combat, but he has received no formal training. He has slowly honed his hand-to-hand skills over the last 100 years as well.
⋆ Offensive Erebokinesis:
Tanithil started his more creative endeavors into erebokinesis around 90 years ago, about a decade after he had started his stay in Ironhold.
⋆ Shrouding:
Shrouding is something Tanithil has done since he could cast spells, roughly the age of 50 is when he really began to experiment and learn the different ways he can hide and change his body's appearance. Roughly 200 years total.
⋆ Shielding:
Tanithil began learning how to protect himself after he began his more nefarious and criminal dealings. When a deal goes south, you gotta know how to protect your back. 150 years total.
Magical Abilities:
Best Abilities:
Tanithil's toolkit of abilities is almost like a utility belt to him. He takes the shadows he conjures and forms them into whatever objects he needs. A weapon, a shield, some armor, or some form of tool. Some favorites of his include:
> A sticky whip that allows him to quickly scale large structures or bind opponents
> A gauntlet that can serve as both armor for his side and a strong melee weapon.
> A curved scimitar-like blade that can change shape mid swing
> A sphere of pure energy, acting almost like a gravity hole.
> A small set of caltrops to trip up or maim his opponents mid combat
> A pair of wing capable of flight for himself and at most 1 other person
Tanithil’s Stats
Physical Stats
Strength: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Durability: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
Combat Stats
Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Melee Weapon Combat: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
Ranged Weapon Combat: ⬤◯◯◯◯
Magic Stats
Offensive Erebokinesis:: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
Shrouding:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
Shielding: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
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Took me a bit more than my Dark Fairy CS, had some trouble with inspiration but i'm very satisfied how she turned out!
Zora Sene ⋆ 26 ⋆ Female ⋆ Human
Appearance
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5'24" (1,60m)
Build:
Slender and lean build, somewhat athletic.
Hair Color:
Black
Hair Length:
Just below the shoulders
Eye Color:
Hazel
Skin Tone:
Reddish-brown
Distinguishing Features:
⋆ Wears a ram horn headdress, decorated with red feathers on the very tip and a corset made of various animal bones.
⋆ Has tattoos covering her entire body and often paints her face white in a pattern resembling a skull.
⋆ Long and sharp nails, which are often painted black.
⋆ Has tattoos covering her entire body and often paints her face white in a pattern resembling a skull.
⋆ Long and sharp nails, which are often painted black.
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Despite her enigmatic ways, Zora is still an extroverted person. She often approach those that draw her interest rather quickly, something that makes her quite easy both to approach and talk to her (especially to those who offer a good spiced rum). Despite that, those who mistake her sociability for kindness of selflessness would be gravely mistaken. While it is true that Zora will help those who come to her, assuming they treat her with respect, her help never comes without a cost. Be it either strings attached to her 'deals' or with her manipulating you for her own benefit. Needless to say, due to this peculiar nature, Zora is a bit cautious regarding whom she trusts... Lest her own tricks be used against her.
Regarding her temper, Zora is normally a calm and patient person... Until she isn't. It does take a considerable effort to make her lose her calm but when she does, her fury is as terrible as the tumultuous sea. Fierce, unrelenting and impulsive, although is quite rare, when she really loses her temper, there is little one can do to placate her ire other than just let her calm down by herself. Zora does hold grudges for a long time until she can repay the offenses that were committed. At the same time, Zora does not easily forget when someone helps or assists her and is sure to repay the debt.
More than once, Zora has been referred to as an enchantress, both due to her cunning and sharp mind and her charisma. Many were those who fell victims to her words or her charm. To deal with Zora without knowing exactly what you want and exactly how to ask for it is to invite disaster. Despite that, those who know Zora well, know that she is bound by a very strict set of morals, which prevail above everything else, even her fickle nature...
Such tenets are:
To never break a promise, deal or contract.
Once parley has been established, it shall not be broken, as it is a sacred tradition both to the sea and the spirits.
No harm shall be done to each other or their crew by either those who shared table and drink with, at least until the next day.
While rather specific, Zora's knowledge is unparalleled in the fields she specialize in, such as the sea, poisons, herbs, anatomy (animal and human, to a certain extent) and venom.
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History:
Soothsayer, fortune teller, witch, mystic... Those were only some of the titles the enigmatic woman named Zora would be known thorough the seas. But before she earner those titles, Zora was simply a small girl on a small tribal village in the Caribbean islands. Born in 1656, she was raised and taught by shamans and witch doctors. While she was being taught to was to take up her teachers' positions, the constant visits from pirates, sailors and buccaneers ended up waking up a thirst for freedom on the young Zora.
Every time they came to her village to ask for favorable winds for their travels, protection against spirits, herbs to sooth the pains from wounds or even incenses to soothe their spirits, the young Zora, which was already quite outspoken and charismatic even at a young age, would ask them for tales of the sea and even to teach her how to use a knife to fight. It was exactly the contact with those people that ended up being a deciding factor that led the young Zora to leave her village.
Zora's first year on the sea was spent boarding from ship to ship. Having left her village on a small merchant ship, she would disembark on docks, offering help to those seemed to need it. Sailors and pirates are naturally superstitious, so it didn't take much for Zora to amaze them at first. Herbs, salves, special 'mixtures' of tobacco to calm down the nerves, poisons, sea and weather predictions. For every problem, she always seemed to have a solution.
It was around 1674, when Zora had 18 years that her name started getting known through the seas. Rumors about her started appearing as she continued traveling. About a Mystic who could interpret the sea and the waves, about a witch doctor that could solve any ailment and cure any poison, about a soothsayer who could see one's future and give them advice or warnings.
But fame also came it's fair share of problems... Such as some pirates, who wanted to monopolize Zora's services, to have an advantage over their enemies. Until then, Zora's fame was of a powerful mystic, but after stories of how she dealt with those who tried to make her a prisoner that her fame took a new level. From nasty sickle wounds and sliced necks to even tales of how Zora cursed the sailors who offended her, throwing the fury of the sea on their ship, by sending them to violent and stormy seas. After a few similar cases, with most of those who offended or came after Zora suffering either in her hands or in the hands of the sea, to cross Zora was the same as to make the inexorable and unrelenting sea their own enemy.
From that moment onward, from a normal woman, Zora's status and fame became closer to a powerful entity, some even claimed her to be the personification of the sea... The will of the seas itself, in a mortal body. But once again, fame does come with it's cost. Even though most feared having the wrath of the seas brought upon them, it was simply impossible to ignore the amount of power and influence a single woman had over what happened through the seas. To make it even worse, Zora was never someone who could be controlled with anything other than the most traditional rules and codes of the sea. No amount of money or jewels would be able to buy her, nor any amount of ships. Zora never played sides nor refused a 'deal' that interested her. In some wayss, she was freer than anybody else. Moving and acting solely by her whims and desires and for a good amount of time, there was nobody that could or wished to stop her.
But this all changed when a group of powerful privateers-turned-pirates, with the consent of most of the notorious crews from the time, made an effort to finally 'control' Zora by 'escort' her to a stronghold in the Bahamas. While they claimed to be only for Zora's own 'protection', for Zora, to keep her in one place for too long, regardless of how luxurious and comfortable it was, was closer to imprisonment than it was of protection. But this time, no amount of manipulation seemed to be able to free her, since most of the powerful pirates hated the idea of having to submit and being controlled by someone... Even if that someone was Zora.
Zora could never truly control the weather or the seas and all the rumors saying she could were nothing more than exaggerations from her simply being able to read the tides and the weather but due the fame she earned and the many rumors, her existence had been elevated close to a mythical figure and as such, when terrible storms and hurricanes started assailing the seas, many immediately attributed those to Zora, claiming that taking her away from the sea had angered it.
Even though such storms weren't exactly rare, especially in the last semester of a year, they were particularly violent on that year. When storms and hurricanes started lasting for entire years, sinking ships and claiming many lives, the rumors only became stronger and out of desperation, the pirates turned to Zora again. In the end, it was finally time for Zora to pay for taking advantage of the fame she had earned. In an effort to calm down the seas, many sailors grouped up, invading the stronghold and tied Zora, taking her to sail directly towards the a storm that began forming on the horizon.
No matter how much Zora cursed them, how much she shouted, nothing could dissuade the terrified sailors. In their fanaticism in their superstitious thoughts, Zora was not a woman, but instead, she and the sea were two parts of the same thing and after being imprisoned, the sea now claimed for it's other half and the only way to quell it's fury was to reunite both of them again. And so, with a fiery determination, they sailed towards the storm, regardless of how strong the winds were, regardless of the rain, the waves and the lightning and when their ship started to creak and protest under the unrelenting assault of the waves, they took Zora to the deck, making her walk the plank.
"Foolish men! The sea is bigger than any one of us! No one can control it, not even me!" Zora shouted, her voice echoing above the mighty roar of the waves as she cursed the sailors.
"Your attempts to control it through me will be met with failure and your audacity will be severely punished!" Zora cursed, being gradually pushed further towards the end of the board, until she finally fell into the violent waters.
The sea seemed to open in the spot Zora fell, forming a whirlpool and dragging her further below as she struggled and trashed against the ropes with the noises of the sailors cheering in the background. Strangely enough, only a second after she fell, a bright light appeared, surrounding her. It was only for a moment but when it stopped, Zora was nowhere to be seen, with only the ropes that were tying her left behind...
Fitness Level:
⋆ To live among pirates requires a lot of stamina. Either to help around the ship, fight, defend oneself and when necessary, running for one's life. Despite being a rather 'important' figure for most pirates, Zora still had to deal with many situations and for that, she always had to keep a healthy and strong body.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Flexibility and agility. Zora uses a ritual sickle as a weapon and her fighting style mixes ritual dances with the quick movements she learned with pirates.
⋆ Dexterity. Sickles are famous for being incredibly dangerous if used as weapons... Both for the user and the enemy. The fact that Zora constantly uses one both as a tool and a weapon means that if she isn't dexterous, at least one of her hands wouldn't have all its fingers.
⋆ Stamina. There were a few times where ships Zora was in had... unfortunate encounter with other pirates and she had to swim back to safety.
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Low strength and weight.
⋆ Low durability. The fact that Zora needs to keep her body nimble and agile for dances and rituals mean she cannot take many hits.
⋆ Hand to hand combat. If disarmed, apart from using poisons and toxins, Zora can't do much in hand-to-hand combat.
Weapon(s):
⋆ Sickle - She began to learn how to fight with knives from pirates when she was 8 years old and started practicing ritual dances with the sickles when she was 7. Her particular style of fighting was created by her when she was 10 years old. Her total experience fighting with a sickle is about 16 years.
Hand-to-hand Combat:
⋆ None.
Magical Abilities:
Ability on Avalia:
⋆ The sea.
⋆ Freedom, both her own and others.
⋆ Those who are true to and follow their own desires and ambitions.
⋆ Rituals, dances and sacrifices to commune with and appease the spirits.
⋆ Rum and spices.
⋆ Freedom, both her own and others.
⋆ Those who are true to and follow their own desires and ambitions.
⋆ Rituals, dances and sacrifices to commune with and appease the spirits.
⋆ Rum and spices.
Dislikes:
⋆ Those who disrespect the spirits, the sea and the dead.
⋆ Those who refuse to follow their own desires and ambitions.
⋆ People who preach about self-sacrifice, abstinence and purity, who preach about the 'evilness' of following one's desires.
⋆ Injustice.
⋆ Those who refuse to follow their own desires and ambitions.
⋆ People who preach about self-sacrifice, abstinence and purity, who preach about the 'evilness' of following one's desires.
⋆ Injustice.
Fears:
⋆ The wrath of the spirits and the Sea.
⋆ Being imprisoned or losing her freedom.
⋆ Being forgotten. Leaving nothing behind after she dies.
⋆ Being imprisoned or losing her freedom.
⋆ Being forgotten. Leaving nothing behind after she dies.
Habits/Quirks
⋆ Sometimes use her nails to prick other people's skin and draw a single drop of blood, which is used on small rituals and divination. She tends to occasionally trespass on others 'personal space'.
⋆ Enjoys making 'deals' with others.
⋆ Enjoys having influencing others. Either by purposely being enigmatic with her words or by controlling information she tells to someone that comes to her. She has no qualms against manipulating others for her own benefit.
⋆ Will never deny a request or disrespect a parley. No matter the situation.
⋆ Enjoys making 'deals' with others.
⋆ Enjoys having influencing others. Either by purposely being enigmatic with her words or by controlling information she tells to someone that comes to her. She has no qualms against manipulating others for her own benefit.
⋆ Will never deny a request or disrespect a parley. No matter the situation.
Sexuality:
Heterossexual
Personality:
Despite her enigmatic ways, Zora is still an extroverted person. She often approach those that draw her interest rather quickly, something that makes her quite easy both to approach and talk to her (especially to those who offer a good spiced rum). Despite that, those who mistake her sociability for kindness of selflessness would be gravely mistaken. While it is true that Zora will help those who come to her, assuming they treat her with respect, her help never comes without a cost. Be it either strings attached to her 'deals' or with her manipulating you for her own benefit. Needless to say, due to this peculiar nature, Zora is a bit cautious regarding whom she trusts... Lest her own tricks be used against her.
Regarding her temper, Zora is normally a calm and patient person... Until she isn't. It does take a considerable effort to make her lose her calm but when she does, her fury is as terrible as the tumultuous sea. Fierce, unrelenting and impulsive, although is quite rare, when she really loses her temper, there is little one can do to placate her ire other than just let her calm down by herself. Zora does hold grudges for a long time until she can repay the offenses that were committed. At the same time, Zora does not easily forget when someone helps or assists her and is sure to repay the debt.
More than once, Zora has been referred to as an enchantress, both due to her cunning and sharp mind and her charisma. Many were those who fell victims to her words or her charm. To deal with Zora without knowing exactly what you want and exactly how to ask for it is to invite disaster. Despite that, those who know Zora well, know that she is bound by a very strict set of morals, which prevail above everything else, even her fickle nature...
Such tenets are:
To never break a promise, deal or contract.
Once parley has been established, it shall not be broken, as it is a sacred tradition both to the sea and the spirits.
No harm shall be done to each other or their crew by either those who shared table and drink with, at least until the next day.
While rather specific, Zora's knowledge is unparalleled in the fields she specialize in, such as the sea, poisons, herbs, anatomy (animal and human, to a certain extent) and venom.
Background
Occupation
Fortune teller, Soothsayer, Witch doctor... Both her names and titles were many.
Living Immediate Family Members:
Orphan.
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Parents - Unknown
Current Companions:
TBD
Current and Past Lover(s):
None
Current Equipment:
Apart from the handle, which is made with a suspiciously sized femur, it is a normal sickle. Zora uses it both as a weapon and a tool to gather herbs & etc.
History:
Soothsayer, fortune teller, witch, mystic... Those were only some of the titles the enigmatic woman named Zora would be known thorough the seas. But before she earner those titles, Zora was simply a small girl on a small tribal village in the Caribbean islands. Born in 1656, she was raised and taught by shamans and witch doctors. While she was being taught to was to take up her teachers' positions, the constant visits from pirates, sailors and buccaneers ended up waking up a thirst for freedom on the young Zora.
Every time they came to her village to ask for favorable winds for their travels, protection against spirits, herbs to sooth the pains from wounds or even incenses to soothe their spirits, the young Zora, which was already quite outspoken and charismatic even at a young age, would ask them for tales of the sea and even to teach her how to use a knife to fight. It was exactly the contact with those people that ended up being a deciding factor that led the young Zora to leave her village.
Zora's first year on the sea was spent boarding from ship to ship. Having left her village on a small merchant ship, she would disembark on docks, offering help to those seemed to need it. Sailors and pirates are naturally superstitious, so it didn't take much for Zora to amaze them at first. Herbs, salves, special 'mixtures' of tobacco to calm down the nerves, poisons, sea and weather predictions. For every problem, she always seemed to have a solution.
It was around 1674, when Zora had 18 years that her name started getting known through the seas. Rumors about her started appearing as she continued traveling. About a Mystic who could interpret the sea and the waves, about a witch doctor that could solve any ailment and cure any poison, about a soothsayer who could see one's future and give them advice or warnings.
But fame also came it's fair share of problems... Such as some pirates, who wanted to monopolize Zora's services, to have an advantage over their enemies. Until then, Zora's fame was of a powerful mystic, but after stories of how she dealt with those who tried to make her a prisoner that her fame took a new level. From nasty sickle wounds and sliced necks to even tales of how Zora cursed the sailors who offended her, throwing the fury of the sea on their ship, by sending them to violent and stormy seas. After a few similar cases, with most of those who offended or came after Zora suffering either in her hands or in the hands of the sea, to cross Zora was the same as to make the inexorable and unrelenting sea their own enemy.
From that moment onward, from a normal woman, Zora's status and fame became closer to a powerful entity, some even claimed her to be the personification of the sea... The will of the seas itself, in a mortal body. But once again, fame does come with it's cost. Even though most feared having the wrath of the seas brought upon them, it was simply impossible to ignore the amount of power and influence a single woman had over what happened through the seas. To make it even worse, Zora was never someone who could be controlled with anything other than the most traditional rules and codes of the sea. No amount of money or jewels would be able to buy her, nor any amount of ships. Zora never played sides nor refused a 'deal' that interested her. In some wayss, she was freer than anybody else. Moving and acting solely by her whims and desires and for a good amount of time, there was nobody that could or wished to stop her.
But this all changed when a group of powerful privateers-turned-pirates, with the consent of most of the notorious crews from the time, made an effort to finally 'control' Zora by 'escort' her to a stronghold in the Bahamas. While they claimed to be only for Zora's own 'protection', for Zora, to keep her in one place for too long, regardless of how luxurious and comfortable it was, was closer to imprisonment than it was of protection. But this time, no amount of manipulation seemed to be able to free her, since most of the powerful pirates hated the idea of having to submit and being controlled by someone... Even if that someone was Zora.
Zora could never truly control the weather or the seas and all the rumors saying she could were nothing more than exaggerations from her simply being able to read the tides and the weather but due the fame she earned and the many rumors, her existence had been elevated close to a mythical figure and as such, when terrible storms and hurricanes started assailing the seas, many immediately attributed those to Zora, claiming that taking her away from the sea had angered it.
Even though such storms weren't exactly rare, especially in the last semester of a year, they were particularly violent on that year. When storms and hurricanes started lasting for entire years, sinking ships and claiming many lives, the rumors only became stronger and out of desperation, the pirates turned to Zora again. In the end, it was finally time for Zora to pay for taking advantage of the fame she had earned. In an effort to calm down the seas, many sailors grouped up, invading the stronghold and tied Zora, taking her to sail directly towards the a storm that began forming on the horizon.
No matter how much Zora cursed them, how much she shouted, nothing could dissuade the terrified sailors. In their fanaticism in their superstitious thoughts, Zora was not a woman, but instead, she and the sea were two parts of the same thing and after being imprisoned, the sea now claimed for it's other half and the only way to quell it's fury was to reunite both of them again. And so, with a fiery determination, they sailed towards the storm, regardless of how strong the winds were, regardless of the rain, the waves and the lightning and when their ship started to creak and protest under the unrelenting assault of the waves, they took Zora to the deck, making her walk the plank.
"Foolish men! The sea is bigger than any one of us! No one can control it, not even me!" Zora shouted, her voice echoing above the mighty roar of the waves as she cursed the sailors.
"Your attempts to control it through me will be met with failure and your audacity will be severely punished!" Zora cursed, being gradually pushed further towards the end of the board, until she finally fell into the violent waters.
The sea seemed to open in the spot Zora fell, forming a whirlpool and dragging her further below as she struggled and trashed against the ropes with the noises of the sailors cheering in the background. Strangely enough, only a second after she fell, a bright light appeared, surrounding her. It was only for a moment but when it stopped, Zora was nowhere to be seen, with only the ropes that were tying her left behind...
Combat and Magic
Fitness Level:
⋆ To live among pirates requires a lot of stamina. Either to help around the ship, fight, defend oneself and when necessary, running for one's life. Despite being a rather 'important' figure for most pirates, Zora still had to deal with many situations and for that, she always had to keep a healthy and strong body.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Flexibility and agility. Zora uses a ritual sickle as a weapon and her fighting style mixes ritual dances with the quick movements she learned with pirates.
⋆ Dexterity. Sickles are famous for being incredibly dangerous if used as weapons... Both for the user and the enemy. The fact that Zora constantly uses one both as a tool and a weapon means that if she isn't dexterous, at least one of her hands wouldn't have all its fingers.
⋆ Stamina. There were a few times where ships Zora was in had... unfortunate encounter with other pirates and she had to swim back to safety.
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Low strength and weight.
⋆ Low durability. The fact that Zora needs to keep her body nimble and agile for dances and rituals mean she cannot take many hits.
⋆ Hand to hand combat. If disarmed, apart from using poisons and toxins, Zora can't do much in hand-to-hand combat.
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Sickle - She began to learn how to fight with knives from pirates when she was 8 years old and started practicing ritual dances with the sickles when she was 7. Her particular style of fighting was created by her when she was 10 years old. Her total experience fighting with a sickle is about 16 years.
Hand-to-hand Combat:
⋆ None.
Magical Abilities:
Ability on Avalia:
Hydrokinesis
GM
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Amisra Keyrel ⋆ 251 ⋆ Female ⋆ Dark Elf
Appearance
Height:
5’5
Build:
Fit, athletic, and well toned
Hair Color:
Silver
Hair Length
Usually on the longer side past her shoulders, currently cut into a long bob
Eye Color:
Golden amber
Skin Tone:
Ashen grey
Distinguishing features:
Amisra has a sleeve tattoo covering her left arm featuring a sun with a skull as its center. The rays extend down her arm in tribal looking swirls and designs. It ends with an x on the back of her hand.
Psychology
Likes:
⋆ Spending time with her best friend and partner in crime, Tanithil
⋆ Being in control of her own fate and making her own decisions
⋆ Fighting and honing her combat skills
⋆ The thrill of adventure and discovering new places
⋆ The feeling of the wind in her hair while sailing on a ship
⋆ Her sleep
⋆ Being in control of her own fate and making her own decisions
⋆ Fighting and honing her combat skills
⋆ The thrill of adventure and discovering new places
⋆ The feeling of the wind in her hair while sailing on a ship
⋆ Her sleep
Dislikes:
⋆ Betrayal and those who are untrustworthy
⋆ Losing control of a situation or being powerless
⋆ Being confined or restrained, physically or mentally
⋆ Those who mistreat or abuse their power, like General Malaggar
⋆ Being reminded of the loss of her mother and sister, which can trigger intense emotions and anger
⋆ Having her sleep disturbed
⋆ Losing control of a situation or being powerless
⋆ Being confined or restrained, physically or mentally
⋆ Those who mistreat or abuse their power, like General Malaggar
⋆ Being reminded of the loss of her mother and sister, which can trigger intense emotions and anger
⋆ Having her sleep disturbed
Fears:
⋆ Losing those she loves again, especially Tanithil
⋆ Being powerless to prevent harm
⋆ Being betrayed again by someone she trusts
⋆ Being unable to protect herself or others in a fight or combat situation
⋆ Being all alone in the world
⋆ Being powerless to prevent harm
⋆ Being betrayed again by someone she trusts
⋆ Being unable to protect herself or others in a fight or combat situation
⋆ Being all alone in the world
Habits/Quirks
⋆ She has a habit of cleaning and sharpening her weapons, even if they don’t need it, as a way to calm her nerves and focus her mind
⋆ When thinking deeply or concentrating she has a habit of biting her lower lip
⋆ Has a soft spot for animals and can often be found petting them or talking to them when she sees them, especially horses
⋆ She has a sharp tongue and sarcastic sense of humor that she often uses to cover up her deeper emotions or to deflect when she’s feeling vulnerable
⋆ When she’s feeling uncomfortable she tends to tap her fingers or shift from side to side to release some of that energy
⋆ When thinking deeply or concentrating she has a habit of biting her lower lip
⋆ Has a soft spot for animals and can often be found petting them or talking to them when she sees them, especially horses
⋆ She has a sharp tongue and sarcastic sense of humor that she often uses to cover up her deeper emotions or to deflect when she’s feeling vulnerable
⋆ When she’s feeling uncomfortable she tends to tap her fingers or shift from side to side to release some of that energy
Sexuality:
Demisexual
Personality:
Amisra is a fiercely independent and determined individual. She has a sharp mind and is not afraid to speak her mind, even if it means going against the norms of her society. She is loyal to those she trusts and will do anything to protect them. She has a dry sense of humor and a quick wit, making her fairly popular among her crewmates on the pirate ship.
Amisra is a skilled fighter and has a strong sense of justice. She is not afraid to get her hands dirty and will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. She is also a natural leader thanks to being groomed as heir of her kingdom, but she has no qualms about following the orders of her captain as long as it doesn’t go against her moral compass.
Despite her tough exterior, Amisra has a soft spot for her best friend and confidante, Tanithil. She sees him as a vital member of the crew and her life and will do anything to keep him safe.
She is also haunted by the loss of her kingdom and the betrayal of those she once trusted. She struggles with feelings of anger and bitterness, but tries to keep them in check. She knows that dwelling on the past will only hold her back and is determined to carve out a new future for herself and Tanithil.
Amisra is a skilled fighter and has a strong sense of justice. She is not afraid to get her hands dirty and will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. She is also a natural leader thanks to being groomed as heir of her kingdom, but she has no qualms about following the orders of her captain as long as it doesn’t go against her moral compass.
Despite her tough exterior, Amisra has a soft spot for her best friend and confidante, Tanithil. She sees him as a vital member of the crew and her life and will do anything to keep him safe.
She is also haunted by the loss of her kingdom and the betrayal of those she once trusted. She struggles with feelings of anger and bitterness, but tries to keep them in check. She knows that dwelling on the past will only hold her back and is determined to carve out a new future for herself and Tanithil.
Background
Occupation
Princess and heir (formerly)
Bodyguard (formerly)
Pirate (currently)
Bodyguard (formerly)
Pirate (currently)
Living Immediate Family Members:
N/A
Dead Immediate Family Members:
King Taerel Keyrel || Father
Queen Saria Keyrel || Mother
Princess Lyrei Keyrel || Baby Sister
Queen Saria Keyrel || Mother
Princess Lyrei Keyrel || Baby Sister
Current Companions:
Tanithil Malaggar
Current and Past Lover(s):
One does not kiss and tell…usually
Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
A falchion
A pistol
A necklace her sister made her
Coin pouch
A pistol
A necklace her sister made her
Coin pouch
History(2 paragraph minimum):
Princess Amisra Keyrel was born to King Taerel Keyrel and Queen Sarai Keyrel and was groomed to become the next ruler of her kingdom, Thael Taesi. She grew up in a palace filled with love and warmth, surrounded by doting parents and loyal servants. From a young age, Amisra showed a natural aptitude for combat and was trained by the best in the kingdom. Her favorite teacher was General Zarra Malaggar, who was immensely skilled in hand-to-hand combat, bladed weapons, and ranged weapons.
Amisra also became best friends with the General's grandson, Tanithil, who showed a natural talent for magic. Amisra's mother struggled to have any more children, miscarrying many times, until she finally had another little girl. Unfortunately, her mother fell ill after giving birth to her sister, Lyrei, and Amisra took on the responsibility of raising her with the help of servants and her father. Her little sister became her whole world, and she loved her deeply.
However, Amisra's happy life came to an abrupt end when General Malaggar and King Zanithel betrayed her family and seized control of their kingdom. They were given three days to surrender, and Amisra and her family were put under house arrest. Amisra and Tanithil made a plan to get her family out and escape, but as they were packing, they were caught by General Malaggar.
They heard the screams from the other room and came out to find her mother and sister dead. Blind with rage, Amisra attacked Zarra with Tanithil assisting from the side. Amisra's emotions got the better of her, and Zarra won the fight. Before Zarra could strike a killing blow, Tanithil jumped in and saved Amisra but lost his hand in the process. Amisra held her friend in a panic, trying to stop the bleeding and faintly hearing General Zarra be called to back down. In one last fit of anger, Amisra sent a shadow dagger flying at the General and managed to scar her face before Tanithil whisked them out of there.
Only having each other now and being on the run, they found a light elven man who would go on to smuggle them out of Thael Taesi and into the dwarven city of Ironhold on a ship. They spent 40 years there, with Amisra working as a bodyguard for an inventor and keeping up her combat skills. They would go on to meet the light elven man once more, who was now a pirate captain, and join his crew, where they have been for the last 60 years.
Amisra also became best friends with the General's grandson, Tanithil, who showed a natural talent for magic. Amisra's mother struggled to have any more children, miscarrying many times, until she finally had another little girl. Unfortunately, her mother fell ill after giving birth to her sister, Lyrei, and Amisra took on the responsibility of raising her with the help of servants and her father. Her little sister became her whole world, and she loved her deeply.
However, Amisra's happy life came to an abrupt end when General Malaggar and King Zanithel betrayed her family and seized control of their kingdom. They were given three days to surrender, and Amisra and her family were put under house arrest. Amisra and Tanithil made a plan to get her family out and escape, but as they were packing, they were caught by General Malaggar.
They heard the screams from the other room and came out to find her mother and sister dead. Blind with rage, Amisra attacked Zarra with Tanithil assisting from the side. Amisra's emotions got the better of her, and Zarra won the fight. Before Zarra could strike a killing blow, Tanithil jumped in and saved Amisra but lost his hand in the process. Amisra held her friend in a panic, trying to stop the bleeding and faintly hearing General Zarra be called to back down. In one last fit of anger, Amisra sent a shadow dagger flying at the General and managed to scar her face before Tanithil whisked them out of there.
Only having each other now and being on the run, they found a light elven man who would go on to smuggle them out of Thael Taesi and into the dwarven city of Ironhold on a ship. They spent 40 years there, with Amisra working as a bodyguard for an inventor and keeping up her combat skills. They would go on to meet the light elven man once more, who was now a pirate captain, and join his crew, where they have been for the last 60 years.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
ALL SPECIES ANSWER:
Fitness Level(If you’re active, please list how. Sports activity? Etc):
⋆ Very active. Living on a ship is more of a workout than many may realize with all the physical labor one has to do.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Strength. Amisra is exceptionally strong due to the physical labor she does on the ship along with keeping up her fighting skills. She’s often found climbing the rigging which also helps build her upper body strength.
⋆ Agile. Living on a ship you learn agility rather quickly or you quickly become useless. She has wonderful reflexes and coordination as well due to this.
⋆ Hand-to-hand combat. Being a physical fighter she’s had to learn hand-to-hand combat and she’s had quite a few years and experiences to master it.
⋆ Melee and ranged weapons. She’s trained with all sorts of weapons since she was a child, but she especially excels with falchions, pistols, and bows as these are her weapons of choice.
⋆ High pain tolerance. She’s always naturally had a higher pain tolerance than most, but years of being a pirate and having to build that pain tolerance due to the high injury rate in her job has heightened that tolerance even more.
⋆ Balance and endurance. With being on a moving ship you gain balance pretty quickly otherwise you could fall overboard. You also have to build endurance because you don’t often get days off while working on a ship.
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Long-distance running. Spending so much time on a ship she doesn't get to practice long distance running much. Her speed when running is more on the average side as well.
⋆ Alcoholic. While not as bad as some, Amisra has turned to alcohol as a way to cope with some of her traumas. Because of this, it can sometimes leave her in a vulnerable state.
⋆ Emotional triggers. She feels things strongly and if she’s triggered emotionally she can go into a blind rage which can be a blessing and a curse as she will lose focus thus letting her guard down.
⋆ Terrain. She’s spent years on a ship, when she gets off the ship it takes her a bit to get used to walking on solid ground again and so her balance is off for a bit.
⋆ Magic. It was never something she was focused on nor was she ever very good at it. Tanithil has been teaching her some as of late, but it’s a slow progression.
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ 240 years of general training with ranged and melee weapons. 200 years mastering falchions and bows. 60 years with a pistol.
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ 240 years of general hand to hand combat
Dark Elves
⋆ Offensive Erebokinesis: 70 years, best magic skill but still not great.
⋆ Shrouding: 70 years, but struggles with this.
⋆ Shielding: 70 years, second best magic skill yet still fails her often.
Best Abilities(Fairies will specialize):
Melee, ranged, and hand-to-hand combat
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Ismael 'Izzy' Helstein
Race: Human
Sex/Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Good, The individual is more important than Rules/laws.
Profession: Ex-Military & Private Security Contractor for HCLI
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Education: High school graduate.
Physical appearance:
Height:
Standing at 6’5", Ismael has not only height but also an imposing figure.
Weight:
235 lbs
Body Type:
Mesomorph, rectangular with more muscle built with a larger chest and shoulders.
Age:
Age: 26 years old.
Birthday: August 21st
Eyes:
Color: Bright Silver eyes that sparkle with gold in the light.
Quality: He has great vision, with a strong dark vision.
Shape: A little on the larger side, yet look very sharp.
Hair:
Color: Jet black
Texture: Soft and feels smooth
Length: Semi-short, giving enough to play with.
Style: Straight and slightly spiky as he has it part to the left side of his face.
Skin:
Shade: A nice tan with a bit of lightness.
Texture: His face feels slightly smooth yet the rest of his body feels slightly coarse.
Birthmarks: He has a large birthmark on the back of his palm, it looks like a heart.
Scars: He has many different scars across his body, yet the most noticeable ones are the one on his face, as it is a large scar that spans the left side of his face, And the large scars spanning his back and sides that were from the grenade in his military career.
Hands:
Size: he has larger hands that are thick and muscular.
Condition: Heavy scarage spans both his hands, as they have seen quite a bit of action, and his left pinky is slightly bent out of place.
Nails: Always trimmed and kept well enough, but because of the punishment he has put them through, multiple nails are warped and bent slightly.
Manner of dress:
Formality: Ismael dresses well, he knows how to style himself, and with a little work he can look quite pleasing in a suit.
Uniform: Ismael keeps his uniform nice and clean, he has had it fitted to allow the uniform to fit his body nicely and show his good physicality.
Normal: Ismael wears simple clothing, t-shirts, black pants and Jean's, and many other pieces of clothing that give him a simple and slightly rugged look.
Voice:
Accent: American with no heavy accent.
Tone/Pitch: Mid to lower ranges.
Typical Volume: Normal speaking as it is comfortable to hear from a few feet away from being right next to him.
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Speech:
Habits: Ismael can sometimes find himself saying filler words because he will lose his train of thought in conversations.
Profanity: Ismael rarely uses profanity; however, it is out of a genuine reaction he is unable to filter when he does.
Movement and gestures:
When speaking he will normally make small gestures that will go unnoticed by him, yet can sometimes add context to what he is saying.
Overall Liveliness:
Ismael is more of a calm and collected person, as his energy only rises in great moments of strain and stress.
Grace of Movement:
Even with his size, Ismael is quite graceful, even able to maneuver with ease in many different ways with little trouble.
Extent of Physical Expressiveness:
Ismael is not very expressive, yet when an expression crosses his face, you know it is genuine.
Posture:
Ismael stands tall yet relaxed, even with this when he is relaxing he almost molds to whatever surface he is laying on, almost like he has reached peak relaxation.
Agility:
Ismael is decently agile, especially with his size, and very deft with his hands.
Accuracy of Senses:
Ismael's accuracy in his senses is extremely accurate, to the point where his instincts and senses are honed to a razor’s edge
Other:
His instincts are something considered to be a sixth sense that is constantly on alert. His reliance on his instincts is what has made him so good at fighting. Yet, this can be one of his downfalls if this very same gift is used against him.
Psychology:
Personality:
Ismael is an ambivert, neither leaning one way or another. He is able to modify his mannerisms to best fit a situation, but if asked what is his default he would be introverted. By himself, he doesn't go out of his way to find excitement with people, but he does go and do as he pleases without much worry and anxiety of people. He is a pretty selfless person, he does the bare minimum for himself and has done plenty for others. Ismael is more kind than mean, yet he is not afraid to get mean with someone if it is needed, and he won't be upset or regret it either. Ismael is very selfless in the end, he has on multiple occasions thrown his life to the wind in protecting and saving others.
Ismael is a very calm and relaxed person, who doesn't lose his composure. He has quite a bit of patience with most people, There are just a few people he just doesn't give the light of day to. Ismael is braver than most, as it takes quite a bit of bravery to put your life on the line for another. Ismael does get nervous and anxious at times, but from experience in combat and training, it never stops him when fighting. He does however have it hold him up in many social situations as he can sometimes overthink or get caught up on something that stops him in his tracks.
Ismael isn't a smart man, he knows more basics of his time than anything, but what he lacks in conventional intelligence, he makes up with wisdom and life experiences. His charismatic nature is the thing that really makes him special, his nature to attract people had been even noted from a young age as he attracted the children to him with ease. And so too did this happen in his military career and PMC career as well, he always had a natural aura that attracted people. Sometimes for good or bad. Ismael has never lost his sense of humor, just it's changed a little. And overall, he is a very relaxed man, his energy level very rarely wavers, the only time it does is during high stimulant moments like fighting.
Fears:
Losing a limb, specifically an arm.
Becoming numb to the cruelty of Violence and Conflict.
Large Spiders.
Dreams:
Live life to its fullest.
Pleasures:
He finds pleasure in cooking, and when someone likes his cooking you can find a strange sight, his smile seems to gleam with child-like innocence. Not his normal smile or slightly cheeky one, just pure happiness.
Plans for the Future:
Do as he pleases, travel, meet people, help people, and live life to its fullest. After all, he was given a new life here, hopefully, he can maybe find something new with it.
Sense of Humor:
His humor is always with puns, jokes, and light humor. He always tries to keep things light and carefree.
But his humor can also become darker, as he likes to make fun of the more dark things of the world.
Opinions Regarding:
Money:
A necessary object, something you need no matter what status you are or life you live, some just need to do worst things to get it.
Love:
Everyone needs love, some more than others. All who say otherwise need it the most.
Death:
A sad thing, yet it is a part of life. If it came to the life of someone he wished to protect and someone else, he'll kill 100% of the time.
Liquor/Drugs:
Dislikes what people do with them without moderation. Yet otherwise, he is more than willing to try them. He was never inclined to do so before.
Ideals:
To help the people he can.
And to live.
Regrets:
None, he doesn't regret what he's done. And he hopes it will stay that way.
General Biography:
Ismael was born into a hard life, his father left his mother before Ismael was even born, and his mother died due to complications. Leaving him alone, no other family took him in so he was passed off to an orphanage to be raised. There he was raised to the age of 7, when finally he was adopted. He was not adopted until then as Ismael wished to stay and take care of the kids around him, as he saw himself as that of a Brother figure, yet a pair of parents wanted him because of that very nature.
After his adoption, Ismael lived a normal life, a Loving mother and Father in a middle-class family. He went to school, played sports, and did normal things. He did well enough in school, he wasn't the smartest person, be had knowledge and wisdom to learn. Yet the thing that followed him was a smile and laughter that people found. His jokes were goofy, and his demeanor was that of a kind giant. As these years were normal and simple, as when he became old enough he enlisted into the Marine Corps as a Small Arms repairman. He had a wish to serve his country, he always seemed to look at it as an honor
During his time in the Military, Ismael had made many friends, he took care of people around him as a brother, and quite often he sent money back to the Orphanage that raised him, as a way of thanks to them. During his time, his work was simple, fixing guns and making sure vehicle weapons were in order. Yet things changed when wars kicked up, when he went to reenlist, most Marines were switched over to Rifleman as they were expecting a real fight. And soon, Ismael was thrust into battles, where he showed great skill as a soldier and as a squad leader. He had thrown his life into the line of fire to save fellow Marines, Civilians, and anyone in between. Just one of these days, God decided to call his number as a grenade fell out and landed next to Ismael. As within the moment of seeing it, he threw himself on it, throwing his bag and back onto it and saying his goodbyes.
Ismael woke up a month later from a coma, as he found he survived the explosion. The grenade had left him badly scarred on his back. Large shrapnel scars covered his back and the sides of his body. The doctors called it a miracle that he survived, if it was a normal person, they would have been dead. Ismael was released a few months later after rehabilitation and therapy. He found his world slightly changed, he had missed a few friends passing, his honorable discharge was handed down, yet the war he was in is still raging. But something strange happened, an old war buddy called him up, asking if he wanted to join a company he was now in.
Ismael joined the Hershall & Co. logistic incorporated. Here he met some old buddies from before his Reenlistment, they all joined this company under a strange woman. She was a shrewd woman and she dealt in all forms of War, yet her most lucrative business is She is a Weapons Dealer. She sells anything from low-cost Firearms, all the way to stationary artillery weapons. If war is what you want, the Hershall & Co. logistic incorporated can provide you with weapons to fight it.
Ismael spent the next years in this company, getting closer to the many people within, as they all follow this near insatiable goal the leader of this Company has. Not many knew what she wanted, money? Power? No one knew, but everyone rallied with her as she had this strange charisma that was too hard to move away from. Ismael spent multiple years in this company, not knowing what much to do otherwise, he realized, it was nice here. It was simple and he had many freedoms. They traveled a lot, they did as they pleased, and Ismael was given more money than he knew what to do with. So, he sent it back to his family and the Orphanage, he did keep a bit to himself in a bank account.
He wasn't just a bodyguard to this woman though. He was also a weapon she used quite often, everyone was used in the same way. They didn't only protect her, they did what she wanted them to do, so if she wanted someone dead, they would do it. She wanted to have them steal top secret information? It was done. She needed them to pull her out of Hell itself? One’s already taken the Devil’s daughter as a hostage. This fervent nature and willingness didn't come from her being their employer, this came from their loyalty to her. Everyone here was family, they would bleed, sweat, and die for each other. Ismael had shown this on multiple occasions as he had taken many bullets for those around him, he had gotten into fights for them, and he has killed for them.
His life was okay, and he was more than willing to live his life this, until one night while he was about to go to bed, a portal opened up and sucked him and his bed into the portal. As he came through he realized he appeared in some strange place. He hopped to the pillows where he kept his bed gun, yet he found it was gone as he thought back and remembered that he placed it on his dresser. Now he found himself in a strange new place without anything other than his Dog tags, his fists, and his underwear.
Living Immediate Family Members:
Adoptive- Tarak Helstein
Adoptive- Rachel Helstein
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Biological- Father (Unknown)
Biological- Mother (Deceased)
Current Companions:
???
Current and Past Lover(s):
???
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
Fitness Level:
⋆ Ismael has been active since he could walk and as large as an ox from the day he reached middle school. He had always been quite athletic and had constantly improved himself either out of his own enjoyment or for his work. Being at his peak prime years Ismael is quite the force to be reckoned with.
⋆ Ismael is strong and athletic, having a very powerful body. This body however was not forged through intense weight lifting and strict diet watching. Ismael gained the strength to lift multiple men, run fast, and climb quickly through calisthenics and work. He won't be winning any competitions for weight lifting, nor fastest sprints, but that never mattered to Ismael. He needed to be fast enough, strong enough, and have enough endurance to do intense work all day.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Incredible Strength- Ismael’s overall muscular size and strength makes him a hard opponent to fight as his reach, size, and strength means he can bully most people in a fight.
⋆ Indomitable Spirit- Even when death calls, Ismael doesn’t answer. Having an incredible tolerance to pain, few things make Ismael flinch, let alone knock him on his ass.
⋆ Body of Iron- Attacks and hits that would be considered lethal have never dropped Ismael. Bullets, knives, even grenades had not killed Ismael. As his body’s ability to survive can be considered beyond human.
⋆ Excellent Dexterity- From much of Ismael’s work, his hands became quite good at working and manipulating fine and small objects. With quick and fast hands Ismael’s dexterity makes his knife work and sleight of hand sublime.
⋆ Great Agility- Being his size, many expect Ismael to be less agile, yet that is quite the opposite. From training and working Ismael has became quite quick in a run, great at shifting his momentum for fast changes in velocity, and is quite good at free running/parkour.
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Large Size vs. Cramped spaces- Being so big comes with the disadvantage of being unable to fit into smaller crawl spaces without greater effort.
⋆ Over Stimulation- Ismael’s senses are incredibly sharp and honed further, yet that can also be used against him when trying to distract as if done properly small things can be shifted and changed to actually distract or even hurt and dull those senses.
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
Bladed Combat: Ismael has had a strong focus in melee combat with a weapon in a hand, ever since he was a young man he had played with a knife, it was not until his wish to join the military did he focus upon it, making a near decade of practice and experience. However the better half of that year was under tutelage and constant honing, practice, and true application making those years much more meaningful. The blades he has worked the most with straight edged bayonet combat knives, large curved blades like the Kukuri, and small reverse curved blades like the karambit.
Firearm Combat: Ismael’s experience with a firearm is quite extensive as a larger portion of his military career was operating and maintaining firearms. Then becoming a marine rifleman had him test his skills. After which in his career as a Private Military Contractor his skills were further honed with new weapons entering his hands. From a carbine to a rifle, a machine gun to a Marksman rifle, Ismael had tested his mettle and his sharp shooting with anything that entered his hands. However that does not mean he doesn’t have a favorite weapon, a simple handgun, something light, easy to conceal, and if used properly, immensely deadly.
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
Being born so large and physically imposing, Ismael naturally leaned towards a more physical nature. FInding himself into scraps and brawls wasn’t uncommon and he became quite good at them. Proper training in unarmed combat came later on in his life when Ismael was in the military and then as a private military contractor. His unarmed combat focus leans towards highly efficient and lethal styles and moves such as Kali, Krav Maga, Lerdrit, Sambo, and the Marine Corps Martial Arts Program. All of these being focused on powerful strikes, takedowns, and incredible aggression. These styles are all enhanced by the introduction of weapons as they are often made to be fast to then disable and mai to retrieve an improvised weapon, yet that does not mean these styles aren’t incredibly lethal.
Ability on Avalia:
Pyrokinesis
Ismael’s Stats
Physical Stats
Strength: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
Durability: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
Combat Stats
Hand-to-Hand Combat:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Melee Combat:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Firearm Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Pyrokinesis: ⬤◯◯◯◯
Misc. Skills, Talents and Equipment:
Cooking- Ismael is a fantastic cook, and has honed his skills for the pure enjoyment of cooking.
Singing- Ismael is a good singer, it will normally be hard to ever figure this out as he is very shy about others hearing him sing.
Gun Repair- Ismael was trained as a Firearm repairman, this was however during a time where he didn't need to forge and make his own equipment and materials, so this wouldn't be too useful in this day and age.
Equipment:
1x Dog tags- These hold Ismael's name, Social Security number, blood type, and religion. His blood type is O-, and he is Christian.
The face claim is Doudanuki Masakuni.
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Enstille Aravenus ⋆ 385 ⋆ Male ⋆ Light Elf
Appearance
Height:
6'
Build:
Lean, bordering on gangly. No significant muscle to be seen.
Hair Color:
White
Hair Length
Mid-back, just below shoulder blades
Eye Color:
Sapphire Blue
Skin Tone:
Pale
Distinguishing features:
Virtually unblemished porcelain-like skin aside from ink staining his fingers.
Psychology
Likes:
⋆ Old, dusty books.
⋆ Ancient artifacts and historical locations.
⋆ Anything that he hasn't already extensively researched.
⋆ Ancient artifacts and historical locations.
⋆ Anything that he hasn't already extensively researched.
Dislikes:
⋆ Sweating.
⋆ Long exposure to daylight.
⋆ Interruptions while he is doing research.
⋆ Long exposure to daylight.
⋆ Interruptions while he is doing research.
Fears:
⋆ Fire, flooding, basically any historically destructive disasters.
⋆ Dark magics.
⋆ Intentionally manipulative and deceptive individuals.
⋆ Dark magics.
⋆ Intentionally manipulative and deceptive individuals.
Habits/Quirks
⋆ Spending hours with his nose in a book, not recognizing how long he's spent.
⋆ Upon seeing or finding something that he is not familiar with, he intensely begins to study and research it. Luckily, there is not much left to amaze him.
⋆ Very terrible at reading social cues.
⋆ Actually, just terrible socially, period.
⋆ Upon seeing or finding something that he is not familiar with, he intensely begins to study and research it. Luckily, there is not much left to amaze him.
⋆ Very terrible at reading social cues.
⋆ Actually, just terrible socially, period.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Personality:
Enstille naturally wishes to keep to himself, though due to his upbringing and education, he is unable to function and socialize in a normal manner. He finds himself saying things he shouldn't, or staring too long when something grabs his interest.
Most often Enstille tries to avoid conflict, running to his books to calm his mind and heart whenever tense situations arise. He does not often get angry but will rise to the defense of history. Due to his quirks, he does not make many friends whether it be because he eventually makes the other person uncomfortable or, he scares himself, assuming they aren't interested.
From all of the time spent studying, Enstille has extensive knowledge but that leads to his very shallow understanding of social environments as well as standard common sense. His academic interest in historical events, locations and artifacts proves very useful when needed. In addition, his understanding of Light magic has led him to a very unique control over it, often accomplishing things that do not follow the standard "rules". This knowledge has made him somewhat overconfident when subjects he knows come up in conversation, a trait that he is often not aware of himself.
Unfortunately, his historical studies have introduced him to the idea of betrayals and manipulations so, he looks at everyone as a potential danger. This untrusting trait of his is solely rooted in how many rulers or prominent people in history are spoken of being betrayed. He naively believes that it is an extremely common occurrence in the world.
Most often Enstille tries to avoid conflict, running to his books to calm his mind and heart whenever tense situations arise. He does not often get angry but will rise to the defense of history. Due to his quirks, he does not make many friends whether it be because he eventually makes the other person uncomfortable or, he scares himself, assuming they aren't interested.
From all of the time spent studying, Enstille has extensive knowledge but that leads to his very shallow understanding of social environments as well as standard common sense. His academic interest in historical events, locations and artifacts proves very useful when needed. In addition, his understanding of Light magic has led him to a very unique control over it, often accomplishing things that do not follow the standard "rules". This knowledge has made him somewhat overconfident when subjects he knows come up in conversation, a trait that he is often not aware of himself.
Unfortunately, his historical studies have introduced him to the idea of betrayals and manipulations so, he looks at everyone as a potential danger. This untrusting trait of his is solely rooted in how many rulers or prominent people in history are spoken of being betrayed. He naively believes that it is an extremely common occurrence in the world.
Background
Occupation
Scholar, historian, researcher primarily based out of the Higher Education Hall in Iluminata. He has occasionally taught courses but all did not last long due to his inability to connect to his students. He is still retained for his knowledge and magical advancements he can make.
Living Immediate Family Members:
Anabelle Aravenus - Mother
Balerin Aravenus - Father
Dead Immediate Family Members:
None
Current Companions:
None
Current and Past Lover(s):
None
Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
Grimoire of magical research.
History(2 paragraph minimum):
Enstille was the only child of Balerin and his frail wife, Anabelle. Unfortunately, to Balerin's ire, Anabelle could not conceive any more children after Enstille. Balerin is a very prominent trader in Iluminata and beyond. He once had dreams of a strong and hearty child to share the business with but was sorely disappointed as Enstille displayed much of his mother's frailty and interest in the academic pursuits. After Enstille's birth her health declined, leaving her mostly bedridden these days.
In Enstille's young days, he would read instead of play outside. He is lacking in stamina but makes up for it in his intelligence. Some time later, upon entering Aegnor Stonel Academy, his passion for history and knowledge began to truly sprout. He did not make friends in these days, instead finding companionship in the historical figures. Along the way, he learned of the humans that had once walked in this world. This sparked a major flame of curiosity in him that he was never truly able to satiate since the humans were purged from the world. He now studies everything he can find, every artifact related to them, at every chance he can get.
As that information ran out, he found more history to study. Rise and falls of kingdoms, battle accounts, the progression of technology and understanding of magic. If there's a historical topic to study, he has. He's even studied philosophy, though he couldn't quite connect with it. He has a collection in his office/library of ancient artifacts, some he knows the purpose of, some were left behind by the humans from their previous world. These items he has on display as trophies in his eyes.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
Fitness Level
⋆ Terrible. Can barely run down a hallway without losing his breath.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Physical what now?
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Doesn't believe in strength of body.
⋆ All of the physical weaknesses.
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ The best weapon is the mind. 300 years.
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ Couldn’t punch water if he tried.
Light Elves
⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 50 years
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 50 years
⋆ Shielding: 200 years
Magical Abilities
Best Abilities:
Shielding and the manipulation of them. He can create solid barriers structural in their formation, sometimes plugging holes, building temporary bridges and even the enclosures of his artifacts. He also has very minute control of "shields" to the point of creating small tools when he needs them and everything in between. The shielding is not particularity the strongest, though its versatility is far beyond normal standards.
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Zevania “Zeva” Aryth ⋆ 92 ⋆ Female ⋆ Light Elf
Appearance
Height:
5’6”
Build:
Lithe and toned
Hair Color:
Pearly platinum
Hair Length
Hair reaches past waist when down
Eye Color:
Blueish gray with some pink/hazel pigment
Skin Tone:
Warm and light-toned
Distinguishing features:
In the right light, it looks like there are pink pigments that glow within her cool toned irises. She has a small lengthwise scar on her upper right calf from a misstep while training. Her hands are rough and calloused from her consistent weapon use.
Psychology
Likes:
⋆ Fighting
⋆ Her sapphire pendant, which she keeps in a pouch around her waist
⋆ Savory and bitter flavors
⋆ Weapons
⋆ Novel experiences
⋆ Cute small animals
⋆ Her sapphire pendant, which she keeps in a pouch around her waist
⋆ Savory and bitter flavors
⋆ Weapons
⋆ Novel experiences
⋆ Cute small animals
Dislikes:
⋆ Studying
⋆ Waiting too long for something
⋆ Cowardly people
⋆ Losing
⋆ Running away from a fight
⋆ Injustice
⋆ Waiting too long for something
⋆ Cowardly people
⋆ Losing
⋆ Running away from a fight
⋆ Injustice
Fears:
⋆ Losing her family and friends
⋆ Having her freedom taken away
⋆ Failing her parents
⋆ Torture
⋆ Having her freedom taken away
⋆ Failing her parents
⋆ Torture
Habits/Quirks
⋆ Being too loud without noticing
⋆ Teasing people
⋆ Twirls and plays with her hair a lot. A LOT. Fidgets in general.
⋆ Finds difficulty in self-control; acts before thinking if there’s something she wants.
⋆ Teasing people
⋆ Twirls and plays with her hair a lot. A LOT. Fidgets in general.
⋆ Finds difficulty in self-control; acts before thinking if there’s something she wants.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Personality:
Zeva’s youth shines in her loud and boisterous personality, reflecting a sheltered life ignorant to the first-hand experience of the dark elves’ assault. She has a bright and cheerful disposition, absent of the sullen, worn tiredness that her parents’ eyes hold. While she is extroverted at heart, Zeva is surprisingly awkward around people. Any conversation outside of topics that interest her seem to fall on deaf ears and her mind wanders elsewhere. Despite this quirk, Zeva truly enjoys the company of others and wears her heart on her sleeve, often too trusting of how people are on the surface.
Confident in her fighting prowess and naturally courageous, Zeva doesn’t hesitate to jump between threats and her loved ones. Part of this is due to her impulsivity – she acts before she thinks, and is quite frankly, simple-minded. She’s straightforward, acting directly upon her values and feelings and in the way she makes decisions, whether that be joy, sadness, or anger. This recklessness could be attributed to Zeva’s immaturity; having never known true fear, there’s nothing yet to hold her back. She’s arrogant in this way too and believes she can handle more than she actually can. Zeva’s strong sense of justice is also paired with her unwavering confidence, though a lot of it has been built upon stories the elders have told her from a young age, and she would benefit from further molding her worldview as she gains more experience with the world.
While Zeva is not always the sharpest tool in the shed, she makes up for smarts with her cunning battle instinct. She may not be as battle-hardened as older elves, but her natural talent makes her a force to be reckoned with. Battle skills aside, Zeva leans more as an EQ rather than IQ person, with a varied sense of humor and carefree attitude.
Confident in her fighting prowess and naturally courageous, Zeva doesn’t hesitate to jump between threats and her loved ones. Part of this is due to her impulsivity – she acts before she thinks, and is quite frankly, simple-minded. She’s straightforward, acting directly upon her values and feelings and in the way she makes decisions, whether that be joy, sadness, or anger. This recklessness could be attributed to Zeva’s immaturity; having never known true fear, there’s nothing yet to hold her back. She’s arrogant in this way too and believes she can handle more than she actually can. Zeva’s strong sense of justice is also paired with her unwavering confidence, though a lot of it has been built upon stories the elders have told her from a young age, and she would benefit from further molding her worldview as she gains more experience with the world.
While Zeva is not always the sharpest tool in the shed, she makes up for smarts with her cunning battle instinct. She may not be as battle-hardened as older elves, but her natural talent makes her a force to be reckoned with. Battle skills aside, Zeva leans more as an EQ rather than IQ person, with a varied sense of humor and carefree attitude.
Background
Occupation
Waitress and bartender at The Oak Tree
Living Immediate Family Members:
Ariadne Aryth - Mom (Foster)
Garrick Aryth - Dad (Foster)
Garrick Aryth - Dad (Foster)
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Birth Father
Birth Mother (Presumed)
Birth Mother (Presumed)
Current Companions:
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Current and Past Lover(s):
N/A
Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
Two daggers, some bandages, coin pouch, sapphire pendant. She keeps most of her stuff in her room.
History:
Zevania, affectionately called ‘Zeva’ by most, was born in a small dwelling at the edge of a faerie settlement, some ways south of the River Fairy Kingdom. There are but a handful of people that bore witness to this event, given the complicated circumstances of her birth. Unbeknownst to Zeva, her mother was cousin to the princess of the royal family who married the son of a royal court minister. Though they were not part of the main lineage, these details mattered not to the dark elves who would stop at nothing to smother out the remnants of royal blood that may one day spark rebellion against their reign. So when Malthemoor’s forces successfully conquered the light elves and began massacring the royals, Zeva’s parents became fugitives. In the company of a few loyal guards, they traveled light and crossed the continent with fake identities to evade capture.
The first few years were hard. There were Malthemoor soldiers littered in many Avalian strongholds and cities, so they mostly stuck to small villages and makeshift outdoor shelters. Towards the end of their journey, Zeva’s parents found themselves in a small fae town. The fairies aided the group in hiding Zeva’s mother and her pregnancy, and it was through their kindness that they were able to live in relative peace and comfort until Zeva’s birth. She had a safe delivery, and Zeva was the shining hope for her parents who had endured much hardship together and represented the accumulation of all the challenges they had overcome. However, fate would not be so kind as to let them savor this small happiness for long. When Zeva was six months old, rumors of a fugitive elf group staying near the fairy kingdom began to circulate and her parents knew that they would have to leave again, find another home. Despite their vigilance, they had already overstayed their welcome, too complacent in their newfound domestic comfort. While they were preparing to leave, dark elf soldiers came knocking at their door.
“Search the premises!” One of them bellowed as the froot door fell to the ground with a thud, and he scattered his subordinates across the humble home. Zeva’s father frantically fought back the horde of dark elves, but was quickly overwhelmed by their numbers. In the woods behind the property, Zeva was held tightly in the arms of a knight, Ariadne, followed closely by her mother and two additional guards. They had a head start, but the dark elves would make their way to the forest soon. Their pursuit lasted for hours, then days, and Zeva’s mother knew they had to make a choice. The dark elves were not yet aware of Zeva’s existence, so they would not pursue her any further if they believed all the royals they were hunting had been accounted for. They split into two groups, and with a hardened heart, Zeva’s mother stayed behind to lure the dark elves away from Zeva’s escape, leaving behind a single sapphire pendant for her daughter.
Some years passed and Zeva was raised to be a healthy, energetic girl by the two guards who remained, Ariadne and Garrik, who she recognized as her parents. They had quiet lives near the Sun Elf Kingdom, where Ariadne became a seamstress and Garrik a shopkeeper of a general store. Both of them stayed together with the sole purpose of raising Zeva out of the sense of duty they felt towards her late parents. Zeva, who was not made aware of her true identity, had no reason to question her quaint family life and lived as any other young elf. But she couldn’t help but to be drawn to the old weaponry her parents kept lying around the house. What use does a seamstress and shopkeeper have for a chest full of bows, arrows, daggers, and longswords? There had always been stories told to her of the war, of how the dark elves decimated all the things her parents’ held dear, always under hushed, fearful breath. The scars left by the dark elf usurpation ran deep, and she figured her parents had long ago left behind a life on the front lines of the war. Noticing her curiosity, Ariadne and Garrick decided to give Zeva some supplemental lessons to her regular elven schooling. They surmised that with Zeva’s background taken into account, it would benefit her to know how to defend herself.
To their surprise, Zeva had a natural fighting instinct and showed rapid progression through hand-to-hand combat and weapon use. She had a quick reaction time and nimbleness that proved advantageous in combat, and a creativity that allowed her to react in unexpected ways when cornered. As time flew and Zeva’s hands roughened with constant training, she grasped an advanced proficiency in a variety of weaponry, but her favorite by far was dual wielding daggers. There was something about getting her blade in so close proximity to her enemy that felt right. Melee skill aside, light magic was what Zeva struggled with. She could handle the basics of generating and manipulating light, but there’s not much else she’s managed to do so far. Much of her time is spent throwing and swinging metal around anyway, and she didn’t focus too much on what she couldn’t do.
Eventually, Zeva enrolled in Aegnor Stonel Academy, though a little later than most as she spent her early years in the village where her parents lived. Ariadne and Garrick wished for Zeva to lead a life of peace and for her to do well in her studies to hide in plain sight within elven society. Despite their intentions, Zeva never fully committed herself to academia. She had friends that helped her scrape by with most classes while she spent most of her attention away from school, fluttering about town, finding new places to explore and things to do. When she wasn’t training in the school’s courtyard, Zeva worked part-time at The Oak Tree to help pay for daily expenses.
The first few years were hard. There were Malthemoor soldiers littered in many Avalian strongholds and cities, so they mostly stuck to small villages and makeshift outdoor shelters. Towards the end of their journey, Zeva’s parents found themselves in a small fae town. The fairies aided the group in hiding Zeva’s mother and her pregnancy, and it was through their kindness that they were able to live in relative peace and comfort until Zeva’s birth. She had a safe delivery, and Zeva was the shining hope for her parents who had endured much hardship together and represented the accumulation of all the challenges they had overcome. However, fate would not be so kind as to let them savor this small happiness for long. When Zeva was six months old, rumors of a fugitive elf group staying near the fairy kingdom began to circulate and her parents knew that they would have to leave again, find another home. Despite their vigilance, they had already overstayed their welcome, too complacent in their newfound domestic comfort. While they were preparing to leave, dark elf soldiers came knocking at their door.
“Search the premises!” One of them bellowed as the froot door fell to the ground with a thud, and he scattered his subordinates across the humble home. Zeva’s father frantically fought back the horde of dark elves, but was quickly overwhelmed by their numbers. In the woods behind the property, Zeva was held tightly in the arms of a knight, Ariadne, followed closely by her mother and two additional guards. They had a head start, but the dark elves would make their way to the forest soon. Their pursuit lasted for hours, then days, and Zeva’s mother knew they had to make a choice. The dark elves were not yet aware of Zeva’s existence, so they would not pursue her any further if they believed all the royals they were hunting had been accounted for. They split into two groups, and with a hardened heart, Zeva’s mother stayed behind to lure the dark elves away from Zeva’s escape, leaving behind a single sapphire pendant for her daughter.
Some years passed and Zeva was raised to be a healthy, energetic girl by the two guards who remained, Ariadne and Garrik, who she recognized as her parents. They had quiet lives near the Sun Elf Kingdom, where Ariadne became a seamstress and Garrik a shopkeeper of a general store. Both of them stayed together with the sole purpose of raising Zeva out of the sense of duty they felt towards her late parents. Zeva, who was not made aware of her true identity, had no reason to question her quaint family life and lived as any other young elf. But she couldn’t help but to be drawn to the old weaponry her parents kept lying around the house. What use does a seamstress and shopkeeper have for a chest full of bows, arrows, daggers, and longswords? There had always been stories told to her of the war, of how the dark elves decimated all the things her parents’ held dear, always under hushed, fearful breath. The scars left by the dark elf usurpation ran deep, and she figured her parents had long ago left behind a life on the front lines of the war. Noticing her curiosity, Ariadne and Garrick decided to give Zeva some supplemental lessons to her regular elven schooling. They surmised that with Zeva’s background taken into account, it would benefit her to know how to defend herself.
To their surprise, Zeva had a natural fighting instinct and showed rapid progression through hand-to-hand combat and weapon use. She had a quick reaction time and nimbleness that proved advantageous in combat, and a creativity that allowed her to react in unexpected ways when cornered. As time flew and Zeva’s hands roughened with constant training, she grasped an advanced proficiency in a variety of weaponry, but her favorite by far was dual wielding daggers. There was something about getting her blade in so close proximity to her enemy that felt right. Melee skill aside, light magic was what Zeva struggled with. She could handle the basics of generating and manipulating light, but there’s not much else she’s managed to do so far. Much of her time is spent throwing and swinging metal around anyway, and she didn’t focus too much on what she couldn’t do.
Eventually, Zeva enrolled in Aegnor Stonel Academy, though a little later than most as she spent her early years in the village where her parents lived. Ariadne and Garrick wished for Zeva to lead a life of peace and for her to do well in her studies to hide in plain sight within elven society. Despite their intentions, Zeva never fully committed herself to academia. She had friends that helped her scrape by with most classes while she spent most of her attention away from school, fluttering about town, finding new places to explore and things to do. When she wasn’t training in the school’s courtyard, Zeva worked part-time at The Oak Tree to help pay for daily expenses.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
Fitness Level:
⋆ Super active. Trains daily in combat and weapon use.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ High dexterity. Zeva is agile and nimble and uses it to her advantage in her fighting style.
⋆ Toned muscle and ingrained muscle memory from decades of continuous activity.
⋆ Can definitely throw a punch.
⋆ Toned muscle and ingrained muscle memory from decades of continuous activity.
⋆ Can definitely throw a punch.
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Durability; while Zeva can dodge attacks and deal damage, she lacks in defense.
⋆ Endurance; Zeva’s not much of a marathon-er, and prefers short clashes than battles of attrition.
⋆ Endurance; Zeva’s not much of a marathon-er, and prefers short clashes than battles of attrition.
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Bladed weapons: 60 years. Dual daggers are consistently her favorite weapon of choice, and she spent considerably less time learning traditional swordsmanship.
⋆ Bow and arrow: 20 years. Prefers close combat.
⋆ Bow and arrow: 20 years. Prefers close combat.
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ 50 years. Zeva trained in hand-to-hand combat adjacent to her weapons training with her parents, and extended to getting into fights with other elves as a child for ‘practice’.
Abilities
Light Elves
⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 20 years. Zeva hasn’t put a lot of thought in magic training so far but learned some in school.
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 10 years. Zeva has tried to learn better illusions to create feints in fights, but hasn’t completely mastered it yet and rather dedicate time elsewhere.
⋆ Shielding: 10 years
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 10 years. Zeva has tried to learn better illusions to create feints in fights, but hasn’t completely mastered it yet and rather dedicate time elsewhere.
⋆ Shielding: 10 years
Best Abilities:
Dual daggers and hand-to-hand combat.
Zeva’s Stats
Physical Stats
Strength: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤◯◯
Stamina: ⬤⬤◯◯◯
Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯
Combat Stats
Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Dagger Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
Ranged Weapon Combat:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
Magic Stats
Offensive Photokinesis:⬤⬤⬤◯◯
Illusions: ⬤⬤◯◯◯
Shielding: ⬤⬤◯◯◯
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Rowan Dyewynn
Rowan Dyewynn ⋆ 447 ⋆ Male ⋆ Light Elf
Appearance
Height:
6'2"
Build:
Lithe, muscular, built for speed and accuracy.
Hair Color:
Silver
Hair Length
Long, down to base of back.
Eye Color:
Slivery Blue
Skin Tone:
Pale
Distinguishing features:
Scar on left cheek, two small braids, each from behind an ear that is adorned with rings.
Psychology
Likes:
⋆ Honor, Chivalry, Respect.
⋆ Taking rides on Cephal to clear his mind.
⋆ A nice, fresh cup of tea.
⋆ Taking rides on Cephal to clear his mind.
⋆ A nice, fresh cup of tea.
Dislikes:
⋆ Rainy days.
⋆ The Dark Elf oppressors.
⋆ Overly loud, raucous behavior.
⋆ The Dark Elf oppressors.
⋆ Overly loud, raucous behavior.
Fears:
⋆ Losing more of his family.
⋆ The advancement of technology rendering his skills useless.
⋆ Being too old to participate properly in a rebellion.
⋆ The advancement of technology rendering his skills useless.
⋆ Being too old to participate properly in a rebellion.
Habits/Quirks
⋆ Comes across as conceited at times due to his extreme display of manners.
⋆ Never lets anyone touch or maintain his bow.
⋆ All too ready to defend the honor of someone.
⋆ Never lets anyone touch or maintain his bow.
⋆ All too ready to defend the honor of someone.
Sexuality:
Hetero
Personality:
⋆ Behavior towards others?
Rowan is unfailingly polite, even if you have garnered his ire, he will still be perfectly civil. He is not terribly outgoing, but has no issues striking up a conversation with someone interesting. More often than not, his sister, Aurora has to rescue him from the uncomfortable situations.
⋆ Where on the spectrum of selfish to selfless?
Having served his Kingdom and having no intentions of changing that, he will sacrifice himself for the greater good if it is required.
⋆ Where on the spectrum of kind to mean?
Unless you are a true Enemy, Rowan will always be nice, regardless of if he likes you or not. However if you are an Enemy, he will show no mercy and offer no concession.
⋆ Is your character affectionate? Do they enjoy hugs and being touchy?
His family are very loving and he appreciated their care and attention however, the military broke him of needing that care from others so he often does not know how to respond to affection from others.
⋆ Is it hard to gain your character’s trust?
Those affiliated with the Kingdom and its military earn his respect instantly. Any others, he is wary of until he learns where their loyalties lie.
⋆ Easy to anger or does your character usually remain calm? What about irritation?
Rowan is often capable of maintaining his composure until his family is threatened or the safety of the Kingdom is terrorized.
⋆ Patient or impatient. Is your character impulsive?
Being very skilled at taking orders, Rowan has developed the patience of a soldier.
⋆ Brave or Cowardly? Are they brave to the point of recklessness?
If something needs to be done, Rowan will volunteer regardless of the danger involved.
⋆ Reaction speeds to situations.
Rowan has developed a good combat sense and can read the flow of a battle, making the critical decisions required in the moment.
⋆ Intelligence level: Are you a cunning mastermind?
Rowan has a cool calculating head that is able to react on the fly. However, he is not a planning man, he lets others do that.
⋆ Charisma level: How well can you manipulate people? Do you make friends easily? Are you persuasive?
He does not manipulate, though his chivalry and noble attitude often brings other individuals to his side.
⋆ Sense of humor or no sense of humor?
Not being a big joker, when he does make the occasional joke, they tend to fall flat.
⋆ Sanity level of character/do they struggle with any mental illness/disorders?
As far as anyone is concerned, Rowan has it all together. However, in his own privacy, memories of the war and what he could have done different plague him.
Background
Occupation
Rowan has served in the Sun Kingdom's military since he was of age. Specializing in mounted archery, he has refined his ability and excels in the bow. He has not taken a position of command though and prefers to be somewhat free in his actions during peace times.
Living Immediate Family Members:
Aurora Dyewynn - Sister
Forsythia Dyewynn - Mother
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Claderith Dyewynn - Father
Current Companions:
Aurora Dyewynn
Others TBD
Current and Past Lover(s):
None
Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
⋆A war bow that was crafted by master craftsmen of the Fairies. Imbued with some of their magic, it exhibits extraordinary strength and the occasional moral intent that Rowan can feel when it agrees or disagrees with his target.
⋆A pair of standard issue shortswords from the military.
⋆Pendant of Solaris that never leaves his neck.
⋆Trusty warhorse Cephas
History(2 paragraph minimum):
Raised amongst the royal court of the Sun Kingdom by his parents Claderith Dyewynn and his wife Forsythia, Rowan was the firstborn that they had brought into the world. He was the evidence of the affection his chaste and celibate father had for Forsythia. Soon after him, Aurora was next added to the family. Dedicated to his family and protecting the Sun Kingdom, Rowan joined the military as soon as he became of age. There he was taught the ways of combat and defense while his mother taught him the ways of chivalry and the court.
When war came to the Sun Kingdom, Rowan eagerly took his assignment, bidding his family farewell. The war hardened him, as it does to all. He earned many accolades by his ability and bravery. One battlefield that had turned against them lead to him saving a squad of fairy combatants and enabling their escape. Earning the scar on his check from that battle, he was rewarded by the Fairies with his bow.
Returning home whilst losing the war was very hard for him. Now, he serves as he can protecting the court, hoping for one day to have a chance to repay their oppressors in kind. Since then, he has taken up the mantle of Head of their house. With their father's death, Aurora has taken his place as the spiritual advisor and he cares for the rest.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
Fitness Level:
⋆ Rowan is in his best shape, not heavily muscled yet still powerful and fast. Possessing the stamina of a well trained soldier.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Outstanding accuracy with his bow.
⋆ Fleet of foot and highly aware of his surroundings.
⋆ Very fast reactions.
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ He is not well suited for a drawn out melee.
⋆ Heavy lifting.
⋆ Never having dedicated himself to learning magic.
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Bow 300+ years
⋆ Shortswords, simple melee 300+ years
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
Basic training, not very experienced.
⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: Nope
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): Nada
⋆ Shielding: Barely.
Best Abilities:
If really in need, he can manifest a very small and weak shield.
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Arlen Vanwye ⋆ 122 ⋆ Male ⋆ Light elf
Height:
5'6 (167 cm)
Build:
Wiry
Hair Color:
Black
Hair Length:
Mid-back
Eye Color:
Crimson
Skin Tone:
Pale
Distinguishing features:
⊛ His ruby eyes.
⊛ A petite, slender figure.
⊛ A pretty face.
⊛ Delicate bone structure.
⊛ Some old scars (whip marks on his back, knife wounds on his chest).
⊛ A healed cut under his right eye.
⊛ A petite, slender figure.
⊛ A pretty face.
⊛ Delicate bone structure.
⊛ Some old scars (whip marks on his back, knife wounds on his chest).
⊛ A healed cut under his right eye.
Likes: ⊛ Adventure. ⊛ Freedom. ⊛ Indulging his curiosity. ⊛ Good food, nice clothing, shiny trinkets. ⊛ The sky and the sea. ⊛ Sweets. ⊛ High places. ⊛ Music and songs. Fears: ⊛ Maiming. ⊛ Torture. ⊛ Being broken. ⊛ Starvation. ⊛ Capture. |   | Dislikes: ⊛ Being afraid, acting like a coward. ⊛ Falling for someone’s act. ⊛ Small, enclosed spaces. ⊛ Being on his own for too long. ⊛ Nihilism, pessimism. ⊛ Opening up; sharing personal, unhappy stories. ⊛ Avalia's tyranic oppressors and their willing lackeys. Habits/Quirks: ⊛ Barely ever sits properly. ⊛ Likes to get on top of various furniture. ⊛ Seeks out good vantage points. ⊛ Sticky fingers. ⊛ Sleeps lightly, with his weapons close by. ⊛ Sometimes hums under his breath. ⊛ Moves quietly without even thinking about it. |
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Personality:
Brash | Lighthearted | Capricious | Adaptable | Self-indulgent | Sharp-tongued | Roguish
Arlen is lively and active, and wants to get the most out of life. He seems happy-go-lucky, and full of a youthful, brazen confidence. But he is rather adept at judging situations, and getting out of them before they turn awry. Danger does have an appeal to him, and he is a bit of a thrill-seeker. Still, he has a persistent survival instinct, and when that kicks in, there needs to be a very good reason for him to stick around. He has a penchant for nice things, and prefers to get something out of the work he does. He’s got the backs of those who have his, and does what he can for the resistance, but isn’t altruistic per se.
He is open, amicable, and affectionate, and can easily chat up strangers. He likes casual, friendly, or even flirty banter and touches, and enjoys a good laugh. He can be playful, mischievous, and teasing; sometimes provocative. However, Arlen is by no means trusting, despite the outward friendliness. He is socially cunning, learning what makes people tick. He may prod others to test them and their reactions. He is mercurial, and gets moody, at times childishly sulking. But he rarely stays upset for long. Anger in the form of hate or vengefulness gets channeled into the desire to kill, though.
Arlen can be patient, but often isn’t. He seems to get jittery with nothing to do. If pressed, he can remain eerily still and silent. It’s a bad time for him though, and he needs his outlets. His formal education is limited, and his knowledge more so practical than theoretic. But he is clever and quick to pick up on things. He is curious, but not dedicated to learning. Certainly crafty; not scholarly. Arlen’s reflexes and instincts are one point, but he also tends to be too quick to act out on his ideas. He likes to think he is charming, and strives to be. But he’s kind of a brat, too. He will persuade, manipulate, or even deceive if that’s what it takes. He struggles with trauma, and has some related issues, but it’s not usually apparent – which is by design.
Arlen is lively and active, and wants to get the most out of life. He seems happy-go-lucky, and full of a youthful, brazen confidence. But he is rather adept at judging situations, and getting out of them before they turn awry. Danger does have an appeal to him, and he is a bit of a thrill-seeker. Still, he has a persistent survival instinct, and when that kicks in, there needs to be a very good reason for him to stick around. He has a penchant for nice things, and prefers to get something out of the work he does. He’s got the backs of those who have his, and does what he can for the resistance, but isn’t altruistic per se.
He is open, amicable, and affectionate, and can easily chat up strangers. He likes casual, friendly, or even flirty banter and touches, and enjoys a good laugh. He can be playful, mischievous, and teasing; sometimes provocative. However, Arlen is by no means trusting, despite the outward friendliness. He is socially cunning, learning what makes people tick. He may prod others to test them and their reactions. He is mercurial, and gets moody, at times childishly sulking. But he rarely stays upset for long. Anger in the form of hate or vengefulness gets channeled into the desire to kill, though.
Arlen can be patient, but often isn’t. He seems to get jittery with nothing to do. If pressed, he can remain eerily still and silent. It’s a bad time for him though, and he needs his outlets. His formal education is limited, and his knowledge more so practical than theoretic. But he is clever and quick to pick up on things. He is curious, but not dedicated to learning. Certainly crafty; not scholarly. Arlen’s reflexes and instincts are one point, but he also tends to be too quick to act out on his ideas. He likes to think he is charming, and strives to be. But he’s kind of a brat, too. He will persuade, manipulate, or even deceive if that’s what it takes. He struggles with trauma, and has some related issues, but it’s not usually apparent – which is by design.
Occupation:
Acrobat (former)
Thief (former)
Pirate (current)
Thief (former)
Pirate (current)
Living Immediate Family Members:
A few relatives he hasn't met
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Gwyn Vanwye - older sister
Sulien Vanwye - father
Nuria Vanwye - mother
Aurelian & Iselin Vanwye - paternal grandparents
Armand & Genevieve Dalmas - maternal grandparents
Sulien Vanwye - father
Nuria Vanwye - mother
Aurelian & Iselin Vanwye - paternal grandparents
Armand & Genevieve Dalmas - maternal grandparents
Current Companions:
The Saltrunner's crew
Current and Past Lover(s):
Several dalliances
Current Equipment:
History:
Early life
The war and its aftermath
The journey
From captive to pirate
Arlen was born on the outskirts of the Sun Elf Kingdom to an elf couple who had had only one other child so far; his older sister Gwyn. They lived in a charming cottage within a small but tight-knight community. His parents were entertainers – musicians – and they performed at various festivals, events, and establishments. It wasn’t rare that they were hired by the middle district venues, and likely could have made a living there. But they always said nature was their muse. They also seemed to appreciate the serenity of a quieter, more sparsely populated location.
Arlen has fond memories of running into the nearby forest, trying to jump from tree to tree like the squirrels, taking a dip in the streams, or following the brooks to their sources. His favourite spot was a waterfall running over a steep cliffside into a crystalline lake. How many times he’d climbed up there only to make a leaping run into the water…Usually joined by his sister, who looked after him with fond exasperation.
As much as they enjoyed the local forest, the city had a special draw for both siblings. There was always so much going on! So many fascinating sights, people, and activities. Arlen marveled over it all. But what inspired his passion was the time he caught a circus performance. The acrobatic spectacles he’d witnessed had him decide then and there that was the thing he wanted to do for life. His parents certainly weren’t opposed, and supported him in his endeavors.
Much as they had done for Gwyn when she had decided to become a soldier.
No one thought much of his sister’s life path.
Arlen has fond memories of running into the nearby forest, trying to jump from tree to tree like the squirrels, taking a dip in the streams, or following the brooks to their sources. His favourite spot was a waterfall running over a steep cliffside into a crystalline lake. How many times he’d climbed up there only to make a leaping run into the water…Usually joined by his sister, who looked after him with fond exasperation.
As much as they enjoyed the local forest, the city had a special draw for both siblings. There was always so much going on! So many fascinating sights, people, and activities. Arlen marveled over it all. But what inspired his passion was the time he caught a circus performance. The acrobatic spectacles he’d witnessed had him decide then and there that was the thing he wanted to do for life. His parents certainly weren’t opposed, and supported him in his endeavors.
Much as they had done for Gwyn when she had decided to become a soldier.
No one thought much of his sister’s life path.
The war and its aftermath
But then, the dark elves declared a war on all of Avalia.
Tensions were rising, and it was as if terror had embedded itself into the mind of the general populace.
Arlen was afraid for Gwyn, and so were their parents. She was a young trainee, yet that wasn’t a position without its dangers. Thankfully, their paternal grandparents promised to look out for her, and came out of their peaceful retirement to return to serve in the army. Meanwhile, their parents remained at home with Arlen.
The war ended within five years with the dark elves victorious. When the Sun Elf Kingdom had fallen, they had to dismiss their military force. Gwyn had come home alive and hale, if distraught. Their grandfather had perished. Their grandmother has been hospitalized, heavily injured. In the end, she hadn’t made it either. The time they’d stood on her deathbed, her body failing and mind feverish, was the only one Arlen remembers having seen his father weep.
Both during and after the war, work was scarcer. Their parents still strived to connect people with music, but far less had the means to pay for it. The countless dead were only one cost of the war. The economy had suffered a blow. Natural resources were lost, reduced, or tainted.
The outskirts were struck the hardest. Swathes of forest had been cut through, so many fields burned and razed to the ground. Because they’d been in the way. Their local hospital was overfull, their communities broken apart or gone entirely. Hunting, agriculture, and various odd jobs altogether were barely enough for them to scrape by.
The worst of it all was the paranoia. In their village, where once upon a time, they could count on each other with their lives and more, there was now a miasma of suspicion. The rumours that their government had let them down, had been bribed by the dark elves, only deepened the mistrust. One elf – a local barkeep – had even volunteered to serve as an advisor to the new government.
Dark elven terrors became commonplace. Traitors were being hunted down, many publicly and brutally executed. People deemed suspicious were being taken in, some never to be seen again. Other returned, broken. Supplies were pillaged, or simply forcefully collected as a tribute. People were being stolen; kidnapped at a moment’s inattention. There were countless acts of casual violence inflicted.
One fateful day, his sister Gwyn was targeted. Accused of treason, she was taken. She’d apparently been witnessed attending odd meetings. She and some others – a group of would-be rebels – were apprehended.
Knowing his sister, it was not unimaginable that she’d genuinely had her heart set on resistance. But to learn of it like this? Due to some strangers’ condemnation? And then, his family and he were questioned, their house searched. Supposedly, there’d been enough evidence against her to remove her. Meanwhile, his family was let go, knowing they would be watched.
Had his sister truly been a rebel? Had she not said anything to protect them? Had she been falsely accused? Who had it been to betray her? Was it one of their neighbours? A supposed friend? Was it all dark elven fabrication, a tactic to break them down and subjugate them?
None of it mattered, really.
One day, his sister was simply gone. Disappeared, forever. His sister, so resilient, ardent, and brave; a soul so heroic she’d no doubt have tales written of her had she lived to pursue her ideals.
His sister, dead.
Tensions were rising, and it was as if terror had embedded itself into the mind of the general populace.
Arlen was afraid for Gwyn, and so were their parents. She was a young trainee, yet that wasn’t a position without its dangers. Thankfully, their paternal grandparents promised to look out for her, and came out of their peaceful retirement to return to serve in the army. Meanwhile, their parents remained at home with Arlen.
The war ended within five years with the dark elves victorious. When the Sun Elf Kingdom had fallen, they had to dismiss their military force. Gwyn had come home alive and hale, if distraught. Their grandfather had perished. Their grandmother has been hospitalized, heavily injured. In the end, she hadn’t made it either. The time they’d stood on her deathbed, her body failing and mind feverish, was the only one Arlen remembers having seen his father weep.
Both during and after the war, work was scarcer. Their parents still strived to connect people with music, but far less had the means to pay for it. The countless dead were only one cost of the war. The economy had suffered a blow. Natural resources were lost, reduced, or tainted.
The outskirts were struck the hardest. Swathes of forest had been cut through, so many fields burned and razed to the ground. Because they’d been in the way. Their local hospital was overfull, their communities broken apart or gone entirely. Hunting, agriculture, and various odd jobs altogether were barely enough for them to scrape by.
The worst of it all was the paranoia. In their village, where once upon a time, they could count on each other with their lives and more, there was now a miasma of suspicion. The rumours that their government had let them down, had been bribed by the dark elves, only deepened the mistrust. One elf – a local barkeep – had even volunteered to serve as an advisor to the new government.
Dark elven terrors became commonplace. Traitors were being hunted down, many publicly and brutally executed. People deemed suspicious were being taken in, some never to be seen again. Other returned, broken. Supplies were pillaged, or simply forcefully collected as a tribute. People were being stolen; kidnapped at a moment’s inattention. There were countless acts of casual violence inflicted.
One fateful day, his sister Gwyn was targeted. Accused of treason, she was taken. She’d apparently been witnessed attending odd meetings. She and some others – a group of would-be rebels – were apprehended.
Knowing his sister, it was not unimaginable that she’d genuinely had her heart set on resistance. But to learn of it like this? Due to some strangers’ condemnation? And then, his family and he were questioned, their house searched. Supposedly, there’d been enough evidence against her to remove her. Meanwhile, his family was let go, knowing they would be watched.
Had his sister truly been a rebel? Had she not said anything to protect them? Had she been falsely accused? Who had it been to betray her? Was it one of their neighbours? A supposed friend? Was it all dark elven fabrication, a tactic to break them down and subjugate them?
None of it mattered, really.
One day, his sister was simply gone. Disappeared, forever. His sister, so resilient, ardent, and brave; a soul so heroic she’d no doubt have tales written of her had she lived to pursue her ideals.
His sister, dead.
The journey
Neither he nor his parents could possibly stand to remain in their old home, then. So, they set out, making their living as traveling performers. Their earnings were paltry, and Gwyn’s absence was palpable, but it was better than remaining back there, in that house, in that village. There was the pervasive sense that if only they’d left sooner–
But even their grief and guilt were allayed with time. As a family unit, they could support and trust each other. They worked together often; his parents with their music, he with his gymnastics. His parents now warier of the world’s dangers, Arlen was intensively taught combat as a means of self-defense.
They spent years traveling, from city to city, from village to village. There were some areas where they preferred spending longer periods of time in, such as the River Fairy Kingdom (known as “Riverbloom” after the war). On one memorable occasion, they’d even been to Aldrakh. There was little good will between orcs and light elves, but it just so happened that the orcs had a large feast, and were in a good enough mood to ‘invite’ some stray guests. After the initial fear, it was admittedly fun, but Arlen was still glad that they’d not been held up there for too long.
They did return to their homeland once in a while, though never to the village they’d used to live in. It was nostalgic in some ways, but also painful. Thus, their visits to the Sun Elf Kingdom (now named “Illuminata”) were never lengthy.
However, traveling the world also gave them the perspective of how the tyranny they’d experienced back home was now present everywhere. Senseless suffering and violence were all too common, no matter where they went. Even as years passed, their new overlords didn’t give the impression that they’d ever come off their power high. The abuses of power would keep happening.
Nothing would change – unless it was changed.
They decided as a family to work towards the rebel cause, if less overtly than Gwyn might have done. They gathered intelligence where they could, and passed it onto whichever rebel group or individual had a use for it. Of course, they encrypted their intel, used disguises, had secret meeting locations, and so on and so forth. All the while they still acted as legitimate performers.
Despite all these precautions, misfortune struck. Their caravan was attacked on a secluded path by a group of bandits. Arlen had been in the back of the carriage, and had only heard some sort of commotion at first. Then, his mother managed to rush in, urging him into a hidden compartment.
Her last words to him were: “Please…You must live. Keep the light with you, always.”
She was killed while pretending she was trying to gather up hidden documents to escape with.
Paralyzed with shock, fear coursing through his very bones, Arlen remained compactly concealed in the cache, barely breathing. His mother’s blood slowly pooled over the wooden slating of the floor. The red life liquid slowly spread and oozed, staining the wood. Through a tiny opening, it dripped drop by drop into his hiding place. All he could do was watch wide-eyed, not daring to make a single sound.
Objectively, the attack did not last long.
But to Arlen, it felt like an eternity.
He was still trembling long after the attackers had departed. A few hours of silence later, he finally emerged.
His mother’s corpse was the first one he’d happened upon. It was right there, next to where he’d been hiding, after all. Tears silently streaming down his cheeks, he stroked her face. It was already cool.
The mercenary who’d killed her was collapsed next to her, slain. As if by instinct, Arlen rifled through the dead man’s clothes, searching for anything useful. For any identified marks of the group who’d attacked them.
Then, he headed outside. He was so dizzy, so sick…He stumbled out of the carriage and threw up.
He went to his father’s body next. Got a last, one-sided hug from him too.
There were a few other dead assailants around the carriage. The ones his parents managed to fend off. He collected some things from them too.
Then, he broke up the now useless carriage with a looted axe. He built a pyre, and held a small, unofficial ceremony for his parents. He sat by the fire till their bodies were consumed. Voice halting and rough, breaking up with each sentence, he sang them their favorite songs. And lastly, a very long, traditional olden elvish elegy for the departing souls.
After the ashes had cooled, he gathered up the remaining bone fragments, and wrapped them up caringly. When he could, he’d bring them back to their homeland and bury them there. It was the best he could do for them.
He took whatever supplies and weapons he could, and went on his way.
He’d left the killed bandits where they’d been. He didn’t care if they rotted.
For the next several decades, Arlen traveled mostly by his lonesome. Whatever companions he found were fleeting, temporary acquaintances.
His first mission – to bury his parents’ remains within the Sun Elf Kingdom – was done within the month.
The second mission – to find those remaining mercenaries, and finish them – took years.
It was a great relief when he had accomplished both.
Afterwards, he ran as wild as one might expect from an adolescent let loose. He partied, he gambled, he flirted and got around, he tried all sorts of substances. It was a way of coping with his loss, trying to keep a positive outlook on life.
He turned his acrobatic talents to thievery, because illegitimate work simply paid more, and was easier to come by. That, and he saw no reason to limit himself to so-called honest work.
However, one time he got too careless, too cocksure. Or maybe he was just unlucky.
On one of his grand schemes, he was discovered, captured, and thrown into prison.
But even their grief and guilt were allayed with time. As a family unit, they could support and trust each other. They worked together often; his parents with their music, he with his gymnastics. His parents now warier of the world’s dangers, Arlen was intensively taught combat as a means of self-defense.
They spent years traveling, from city to city, from village to village. There were some areas where they preferred spending longer periods of time in, such as the River Fairy Kingdom (known as “Riverbloom” after the war). On one memorable occasion, they’d even been to Aldrakh. There was little good will between orcs and light elves, but it just so happened that the orcs had a large feast, and were in a good enough mood to ‘invite’ some stray guests. After the initial fear, it was admittedly fun, but Arlen was still glad that they’d not been held up there for too long.
They did return to their homeland once in a while, though never to the village they’d used to live in. It was nostalgic in some ways, but also painful. Thus, their visits to the Sun Elf Kingdom (now named “Illuminata”) were never lengthy.
However, traveling the world also gave them the perspective of how the tyranny they’d experienced back home was now present everywhere. Senseless suffering and violence were all too common, no matter where they went. Even as years passed, their new overlords didn’t give the impression that they’d ever come off their power high. The abuses of power would keep happening.
Nothing would change – unless it was changed.
They decided as a family to work towards the rebel cause, if less overtly than Gwyn might have done. They gathered intelligence where they could, and passed it onto whichever rebel group or individual had a use for it. Of course, they encrypted their intel, used disguises, had secret meeting locations, and so on and so forth. All the while they still acted as legitimate performers.
Despite all these precautions, misfortune struck. Their caravan was attacked on a secluded path by a group of bandits. Arlen had been in the back of the carriage, and had only heard some sort of commotion at first. Then, his mother managed to rush in, urging him into a hidden compartment.
Her last words to him were: “Please…You must live. Keep the light with you, always.”
She was killed while pretending she was trying to gather up hidden documents to escape with.
Paralyzed with shock, fear coursing through his very bones, Arlen remained compactly concealed in the cache, barely breathing. His mother’s blood slowly pooled over the wooden slating of the floor. The red life liquid slowly spread and oozed, staining the wood. Through a tiny opening, it dripped drop by drop into his hiding place. All he could do was watch wide-eyed, not daring to make a single sound.
Objectively, the attack did not last long.
But to Arlen, it felt like an eternity.
He was still trembling long after the attackers had departed. A few hours of silence later, he finally emerged.
His mother’s corpse was the first one he’d happened upon. It was right there, next to where he’d been hiding, after all. Tears silently streaming down his cheeks, he stroked her face. It was already cool.
The mercenary who’d killed her was collapsed next to her, slain. As if by instinct, Arlen rifled through the dead man’s clothes, searching for anything useful. For any identified marks of the group who’d attacked them.
Then, he headed outside. He was so dizzy, so sick…He stumbled out of the carriage and threw up.
He went to his father’s body next. Got a last, one-sided hug from him too.
There were a few other dead assailants around the carriage. The ones his parents managed to fend off. He collected some things from them too.
Then, he broke up the now useless carriage with a looted axe. He built a pyre, and held a small, unofficial ceremony for his parents. He sat by the fire till their bodies were consumed. Voice halting and rough, breaking up with each sentence, he sang them their favorite songs. And lastly, a very long, traditional olden elvish elegy for the departing souls.
After the ashes had cooled, he gathered up the remaining bone fragments, and wrapped them up caringly. When he could, he’d bring them back to their homeland and bury them there. It was the best he could do for them.
He took whatever supplies and weapons he could, and went on his way.
He’d left the killed bandits where they’d been. He didn’t care if they rotted.
For the next several decades, Arlen traveled mostly by his lonesome. Whatever companions he found were fleeting, temporary acquaintances.
His first mission – to bury his parents’ remains within the Sun Elf Kingdom – was done within the month.
The second mission – to find those remaining mercenaries, and finish them – took years.
It was a great relief when he had accomplished both.
Afterwards, he ran as wild as one might expect from an adolescent let loose. He partied, he gambled, he flirted and got around, he tried all sorts of substances. It was a way of coping with his loss, trying to keep a positive outlook on life.
He turned his acrobatic talents to thievery, because illegitimate work simply paid more, and was easier to come by. That, and he saw no reason to limit himself to so-called honest work.
However, one time he got too careless, too cocksure. Or maybe he was just unlucky.
On one of his grand schemes, he was discovered, captured, and thrown into prison.
From captive to pirate
At first, Arlen was left bored and idle in a regular prison, waiting out his sentence. He had nothing better to do, so he might have been snarky with some of the guards.
The day approached when he thought he’d be freed. However, he was taken for a ‘transfer’. Having a terrible feeling about it, he attempted an escape. But it only ended with him getting beat within an inch of his life, tied up, drugged, and thrown into a crate for good measure.
The journey was rough, and he was left there for hours, half-conscious at best.
When he came to, exhausted, he found himself within Roshmi’s Black Market.
He was packed into a cage with many others, where they merely awaited their turn to be auctioned off. Arlen had hope that someone from the outside would buy him, because he figured that’d make fleeing easier.
However, he’d had no such luck. He was purchased by the owner of ‘Forbidden Delights’, a brothel more expensive than the Love Rooms, but also offering special services and goods. In his three years there, he truly learned the meaning of lying, and putting on an act.
His mind sharpened, though he unfortunately grew thinner and frailer – they didn’t want him in a good enough shape to do anything damaging. He was kept inside ‘his’ room most of the time, where he attended various customers. He also had jobs as an escort within the Market. The latter he actively sought out, because it was an opportunity for him to learn the mazelike layout of the underground tunnels.
It was this single-minded determination to escape which kept him (mostly) sane and functional. The desire to get out burned away everything else. The lingering pain of the death of his family was thoroughly erased. He’d also ceased to care what happened to him (or anyone else) within the Black Market. As long as he managed to free himself, it would all be fine. And so, he planned, gathered information, and made whatever preparations he could.
He was waiting for the ‘right’ opportunity, but circumstances forced his hand. One day, a certain noble dark elven man came looking for him, having heard of him from acquaintances. This wasn’t unusual in and of itself, but when Arlen was introduced to this man…The way the dark elf looked at him chilled his blood. And that after having met his share of thoroughly vile people.
“His eyes are all I want,” the noble said coldly. He’d been looked at as an object, even a collectible before, but this…There was no humanity, no desire, no nothing in that soulless gaze. A mild curiosity, perhaps, but mostly the certainty that his order would be abided. The self-assurance that because the dark elf wanted it, he would obtain it. A conceited possessiveness, as if it was his natural right to take what he saw as his.
Terror took a hold of him, utterly and completely.
Shocked as he was, his mind somehow still followed the conversation well enough to realize that a successful bargain was reached. He turned a surprised look on his ‘owner’.
Oh.
How naïve.
Even everything that had already happened to him, he had still believed that some form of bodily integrity and safety would be granted to him.
As if a slaver would.
The noble man had hid held down. One of his attendants approached him with a scalpel, the blade was right there by his eye–
In a singular, intense moment of rejection, a powerful blast of light magic escaped him, blinding and even injuring all around him. No one expected it, least of all Arlen. He did, however, immediately recognize the chance for what it was, and ran.
It was desperation which fueled him, but cunning which guided him. He’d already engraved all he’d learned of Roshmi’s Black Market into his mind; all the routes he’d seen, the patrols he’d learned of, the hiding locations. Everything he knew, he used; whatever he didn’t, he improvised.
It was due to cleverness and luck both that he succeeded. He had a very tight time frame to run away further once he made it into the Roshmi City proper. While official patrols might not bother with a runaway slave, no doubt some excuse would be found to pursue him regardless.
He lay low where he could for the next few days. The news that a certain establishment within the Black Market had been destroyed by a ‘highly offended’ noble reached him. Arlen had a very good laugh over that. Even more hilarious was when official wanted posters with a listed bounty for him started making their appearance.
It was that which made him realize that in a twisted way, he did have power over his would-be maimer. Arlen was perfectly happy to leave him in the dust as he made his escape. Let the dark elf obsess over him if he would; he had finally regained his freedom, and he’d let nothing get in the way of it.
Within the year, he had himself smuggled to Port Vanarosa. There, he enjoyed an honestly dishonest life for a while. Eventually, he happened to meet Captain Drosis, who was looking for fresh recruits. Arlen was at the point of his life where he was both looking for something more fulfilling than petty thievery, and a decent group to do it with.
Trustworthiness was the issue, and the captain and he had a discussion in which they were both clearly gauging the other. In the end, they came to a mutual agreement; Arlen was deemed good enough to be accepted, and similarly, he thought it worth the risk to give a try to working under the captain.
Granted, he’d nearly ditched upon learning the man had dark elves as part of his crew. However, he did believe Drosis wasn’t working for Avalia’s resident oppressors in any capacity. Besides, just as he’d learned that not only dark elves worked for their new tyrant, he was able to recognize that not all dark elves supported Zanithel’s reign.
Since then, the 34 years he’s been part of the Saltrunner were enough to build both trust and comradery between him and the rest of the crew. He now genuinely respects and even admires his captain. Especially ever since he’s found out the man was actively works for the resistance; for Arlen, knowing that he was once again a rebel was practically like returning to his roots. He’s also developed a fairly good friendship and healthy rivalry with both Tanithil and Amisra. Though they’re still bound to clash, it’s not generally a cause for bad blood between them.
The day approached when he thought he’d be freed. However, he was taken for a ‘transfer’. Having a terrible feeling about it, he attempted an escape. But it only ended with him getting beat within an inch of his life, tied up, drugged, and thrown into a crate for good measure.
The journey was rough, and he was left there for hours, half-conscious at best.
When he came to, exhausted, he found himself within Roshmi’s Black Market.
He was packed into a cage with many others, where they merely awaited their turn to be auctioned off. Arlen had hope that someone from the outside would buy him, because he figured that’d make fleeing easier.
However, he’d had no such luck. He was purchased by the owner of ‘Forbidden Delights’, a brothel more expensive than the Love Rooms, but also offering special services and goods. In his three years there, he truly learned the meaning of lying, and putting on an act.
His mind sharpened, though he unfortunately grew thinner and frailer – they didn’t want him in a good enough shape to do anything damaging. He was kept inside ‘his’ room most of the time, where he attended various customers. He also had jobs as an escort within the Market. The latter he actively sought out, because it was an opportunity for him to learn the mazelike layout of the underground tunnels.
It was this single-minded determination to escape which kept him (mostly) sane and functional. The desire to get out burned away everything else. The lingering pain of the death of his family was thoroughly erased. He’d also ceased to care what happened to him (or anyone else) within the Black Market. As long as he managed to free himself, it would all be fine. And so, he planned, gathered information, and made whatever preparations he could.
He was waiting for the ‘right’ opportunity, but circumstances forced his hand. One day, a certain noble dark elven man came looking for him, having heard of him from acquaintances. This wasn’t unusual in and of itself, but when Arlen was introduced to this man…The way the dark elf looked at him chilled his blood. And that after having met his share of thoroughly vile people.
“His eyes are all I want,” the noble said coldly. He’d been looked at as an object, even a collectible before, but this…There was no humanity, no desire, no nothing in that soulless gaze. A mild curiosity, perhaps, but mostly the certainty that his order would be abided. The self-assurance that because the dark elf wanted it, he would obtain it. A conceited possessiveness, as if it was his natural right to take what he saw as his.
Terror took a hold of him, utterly and completely.
Shocked as he was, his mind somehow still followed the conversation well enough to realize that a successful bargain was reached. He turned a surprised look on his ‘owner’.
Oh.
How naïve.
Even everything that had already happened to him, he had still believed that some form of bodily integrity and safety would be granted to him.
As if a slaver would.
The noble man had hid held down. One of his attendants approached him with a scalpel, the blade was right there by his eye–
In a singular, intense moment of rejection, a powerful blast of light magic escaped him, blinding and even injuring all around him. No one expected it, least of all Arlen. He did, however, immediately recognize the chance for what it was, and ran.
It was desperation which fueled him, but cunning which guided him. He’d already engraved all he’d learned of Roshmi’s Black Market into his mind; all the routes he’d seen, the patrols he’d learned of, the hiding locations. Everything he knew, he used; whatever he didn’t, he improvised.
It was due to cleverness and luck both that he succeeded. He had a very tight time frame to run away further once he made it into the Roshmi City proper. While official patrols might not bother with a runaway slave, no doubt some excuse would be found to pursue him regardless.
He lay low where he could for the next few days. The news that a certain establishment within the Black Market had been destroyed by a ‘highly offended’ noble reached him. Arlen had a very good laugh over that. Even more hilarious was when official wanted posters with a listed bounty for him started making their appearance.
It was that which made him realize that in a twisted way, he did have power over his would-be maimer. Arlen was perfectly happy to leave him in the dust as he made his escape. Let the dark elf obsess over him if he would; he had finally regained his freedom, and he’d let nothing get in the way of it.
Within the year, he had himself smuggled to Port Vanarosa. There, he enjoyed an honestly dishonest life for a while. Eventually, he happened to meet Captain Drosis, who was looking for fresh recruits. Arlen was at the point of his life where he was both looking for something more fulfilling than petty thievery, and a decent group to do it with.
Trustworthiness was the issue, and the captain and he had a discussion in which they were both clearly gauging the other. In the end, they came to a mutual agreement; Arlen was deemed good enough to be accepted, and similarly, he thought it worth the risk to give a try to working under the captain.
Granted, he’d nearly ditched upon learning the man had dark elves as part of his crew. However, he did believe Drosis wasn’t working for Avalia’s resident oppressors in any capacity. Besides, just as he’d learned that not only dark elves worked for their new tyrant, he was able to recognize that not all dark elves supported Zanithel’s reign.
Since then, the 34 years he’s been part of the Saltrunner were enough to build both trust and comradery between him and the rest of the crew. He now genuinely respects and even admires his captain. Especially ever since he’s found out the man was actively works for the resistance; for Arlen, knowing that he was once again a rebel was practically like returning to his roots. He’s also developed a fairly good friendship and healthy rivalry with both Tanithil and Amisra. Though they’re still bound to clash, it’s not generally a cause for bad blood between them.
The below questions will ask you to name the number of years of experience with certain stats and to describe your athletic behavior. The GMs will present your character’s stats based on the information you provide below. Please try to keep this realistic. We will call you out if it sounds implausible. We may reach out to you for additional questions if need be.
Fitness Level:
⊛ Very active. He has a daily routine of exercises to keep himself limber, and performs feats of acrobatics for fun. That and a plethora of physical tasks associated with his profession keep him in shape.
Physical strengths:
⊛ Agility. Arlen has been an acrobat a good portion of his life. From his illegal pursuits, he knows how to scale buildings, lose a trail in a city, maneuver on the confines of a ship, and more. He’s quick on his feet, and very evasive. His balance is exceptional, and he’s quite dexterous too.
⊛ Speed. He’s often had to run away from law enforcement. To do that successfully, swiftness is essential.
⊛ Stealth. Because magic is not his forte, Arlen has learned all the conventional methods of stealth first. How to move quietly, how to blend in with a crowd, how to track someone unnoticed…
⊛ Strength. To perform the feats Arlen does, a well-developed body is required. It may be a specialized athletic strength, but it is strength nonetheless.
⊛ Speed. He’s often had to run away from law enforcement. To do that successfully, swiftness is essential.
⊛ Stealth. Because magic is not his forte, Arlen has learned all the conventional methods of stealth first. How to move quietly, how to blend in with a crowd, how to track someone unnoticed…
⊛ Strength. To perform the feats Arlen does, a well-developed body is required. It may be a specialized athletic strength, but it is strength nonetheless.
Physical weaknesses:
⊛ Raw power. There are simply limits to what someone of his size and build can do. Arlen is lean, not bulked with muscle, and thus exerting tremendous force – such as in lifting, carrying, or pushing against very heavy objects (or people) – is challenging at best, impossible at worst.
⊛ Endurance. There have been periods in Arlen’s life where he has subsisted on an incredibly poor diet; his years in prison especially. Though he’s recovered since then, the past malnutrition has left its marks. In longer engagements, he needs to take tactical breathers here and there, even if they’re short.
⊛ Durability. He’s been in his share of scuffles, and has developed a decent level of pain tolerance. However, he just isn’t all that tough, and prefers to avoid hits and injuries regardless.
⊛ Magic. He’s had a late start for one, since it wasn’t a skill prioritized in his education. He also simply seems to have less affinity for it.
⊛ Endurance. There have been periods in Arlen’s life where he has subsisted on an incredibly poor diet; his years in prison especially. Though he’s recovered since then, the past malnutrition has left its marks. In longer engagements, he needs to take tactical breathers here and there, even if they’re short.
⊛ Durability. He’s been in his share of scuffles, and has developed a decent level of pain tolerance. However, he just isn’t all that tough, and prefers to avoid hits and injuries regardless.
⊛ Magic. He’s had a late start for one, since it wasn’t a skill prioritized in his education. He also simply seems to have less affinity for it.
Years of Experience:
Weapons:
⊛ Bladed weaponry: At a young age, bladed melee weapons were what his parents first introduced him to. He’s stuck to that throughout his whole life so far, whether it be in the form of a knife, dagger, or a sword. 100 years.
⊛ Short swords/daggers: Dual wilding specifically has been his preference for 44 years.
⊛ Pistols: He’s come across his two darlings some 20 years ago, when he helped his crew liberate some war supplies that were being shipped to a dark elf enforcement camp. He fell in love at first sight, and simply had to have them for himself. Ever since obtaining them, he’s been practicing his marksmanship, and even though he’s self-taught, he’s become a good shot.
⊛ Short swords/daggers: Dual wilding specifically has been his preference for 44 years.
⊛ Pistols: He’s come across his two darlings some 20 years ago, when he helped his crew liberate some war supplies that were being shipped to a dark elf enforcement camp. He fell in love at first sight, and simply had to have them for himself. Ever since obtaining them, he’s been practicing his marksmanship, and even though he’s self-taught, he’s become a good shot.
Hand-to-Hand combat:
Hand-to-hand isn’t Arlen's primary means of fighting, but he has some practice with it. He knows how to evade, deflect, redirect, and use an opponent’s strength against them. 25 years.
Magic:
⊛ Offensive Photokinesis: By far his best and most used magic. He uses it in conjunction with physical combat, though more so as a supplement. 36 years.
⊛ Illusions & Invisibility: After some dedicated effort, he has finally become capable of performing short-term invisibility. He doesn’t have the finesse for illusions yet. 8 years.
⊛ Shielding: He tends to shield magically only when needed. This cost-efficiency means he’s taken longer to develop his skill. But he can employ shields practically on reflex when he has to. They’re quite sturdy, though not sizable. 22 years.
⊛ Illusions & Invisibility: After some dedicated effort, he has finally become capable of performing short-term invisibility. He doesn’t have the finesse for illusions yet. 8 years.
⊛ Shielding: He tends to shield magically only when needed. This cost-efficiency means he’s taken longer to develop his skill. But he can employ shields practically on reflex when he has to. They’re quite sturdy, though not sizable. 22 years.
Best Abilities:
Bladed melee, Offensive photokinesis, Marksmanship
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