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@Heroes -- SORRY, last question, I promise, and then I'll be all done. Would it be alright to have Daisy *not* be a member of B&H at the outset of the RP? Obviously, she'll join in for myriad adventures, if only to be barbarous and witty, but given how things ended the last time, I'm thinking she'll have thrown a tantrum for a few months...?
@Heroes -- SORRY, last question, I promise, and then I'll be all done. Would it be alright to have Daisy *not* be a member of B&H at the outset of the RP? Obviously, she'll join in for myriad adventures, if only to be barbarous and witty, but given how things ended the last time, I'm thinking she'll have thrown a tantrum for a few months...?
Nice IC post, looking forward to the start.
Cheers!
Igraine said
.And I do like your character, the giant. Very much looking forward to seeing Anselm play out.
Cheers!
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Indeed, this is shaping up to be quite the cast. I eagerly await the start of the IC.
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All done. =)
Name: Daisy | Age: 16 [apparent; actual age unknown]
Gender: Female | Type: Reaper
Daisy in Brief
A teenage Reaper exceptionally good at her job, Daisy is a somewhat amnesiac servant of Death with a variety of handy abilities, chief among which include her preclusion to the Gates of Death. She also has pink hair, a hellhound named Artie, and a taste for sarcasm and fine men.
Appearance:
As a Reaper, Daisy can appear as anything from an eighty-year-old Black man to a four-year-old Korean girl, depending on the souls she reaps, and what makes them most comfortable, or, at the very least, most amenable to the fact that they're dead.
In general, she chooses the appearance of a teenage girl with green eyes, freckles, and bubblegum pink hair. It's a pastel this time, because she's matured. That said, she still wears a lot of pink.
A handful of former and current B&H employees have seen her true form, somewhat similar to the form she often chooses, insofar as being a teenaged girl. That, however, is where the similarities end. She really prefers not to discuss, or even acknowledge this form, and will exert whatever extra energy it takes, even in Death, to remain cute, pink, and bubbly.
Powers + Traits
The Walk: Offense, Transportation, Minor Healing
Daisy's primary talent is her ability to enter Death (based largely on Garth Nix's Nine Precincts), with or without others in tow. Unlike other Reapers, Daisy can take a soul into Death (though not beyond the shallow-watered Gates) without killing them, and is able to transport several physical bodies at once, though the process is draining.
Due to certain events immediately following the uncovering of the missing Pieces of Eights, Daisy has made herself a powerful target for many of the greater dead who exist on this side of the gates, most of them seeking to use her as a conduit to return to life.
While in Death, Daisy can:
- cover great distances in very little time, provided a dying soul is somewhere nearby
- heal minor wounds
- slow imminent Death (though not forever, by any stretch of the imagination)
- communicate with denizens of the dead
- move from the Gates to deeper realms/planes of the dead to confront greater souls
The Scythe: Defense
As you might expect, Daisy has a Scythe. It is an ethereal weapon she generally keeps 'hidden'. Summoned in life, it can take on the appearance of anything from a pen to a motherfucking trident (or a Keyblade, if you're into that sort of thing) [default form]. In Death, it takes on its true form. As with all Reaper Scythes, the Scythes appears according to the soul of the Reaper who wields it. Daisy's is more than twice as long as she is tall with a shaft made of translucent obsidian. The blade appears to be made of a violet-white light made solid.
The Scythe is the only tool Daisy can use to lead a soul into Death (aka, kill that sumbitch). It is unequivocally more powerful in Death than in life, though on this side of the realm, it can still cause a healthy dose of damage.
Shifting: Defense, Recon
As previously mentioned, Daisy, like all Reapers, can take on a variety of human forms. Hey, is that your dead twin brother over there? NOPE. It's Daisy.
Artie: Offense, Defense, Tracking
Artemis (see below) is Daisy's overgrown puppy of a hellhound. He has teeth and claws and, in his true form (invisible to all humans and most mortals), is about the size of a Honda Civic. He is impervious to fire, but susceptible to holy water, iron, and silver. A pentagram'll do him pretty good, too. He can, like Daisy, sense Death in all forms, and is a decent match for all but the greatest of the undead. He can also track all mystic, pentecostal, supernatural, or other such items with his nose.
He does not require food, water, or rest, but he really, really, really likes a good dog treat.
Limitations:
Contrary to popular belief, (most) Reapers cannot actually kill their targets, though they are capable of injuring and severely weakening them. Daisy is able to send a soul beyond the Gates, though for reasons unknown, this is, like, super bad news.
Daisy cannot reanimate or revive a soul who has moved beyond the Gates.* NOTE: Some restrictions may apply.
Daisy cannot kill an immortal creature.
Daisy cannot heal a creature/being who cannot die.
Daisy cannot be killed, as most mortal creatures, simply by moving beyond the Gates of Death. She can be killed within Death, though, again, this would be a bad thing.
Daisy cannot stand it when you pop your gum like that. Don't do it.
History
Daisy's knowledge of her own history is spotty, to say the least. She has a vague recollection of waking up one day, or one night, or one something, in a large, flat, sepia-colored plane she would later come to recognize as the Gates of Death.
An old dude stood over her. He offered her a chance to 'live', and then never really gave her the opportunity to say no.
Daisy has, in her time as a Reaper, gathered a few things so far:
She had been with B&H for a little over a year when the Pieces of Eight case fell into their laps. Following a series of unfortunate events, Daisy ragequit to continue being a lovesick teenager who just happened to moonlight as a servant of Death. While not particularly good at the idea of 'friendship', she holds a (somewhat reluctant) soft spot for Henry, is/was loyal to Atticus (though she's still a little pissy about what happened to Max/Thad), and only rarely leaves Veti's side, though guilt tends to make their conversations incredibly awkward. Still, she feels beholden to the werewolf, even to the point of being a little overprotective.
Daisy also holds herself responsible for the Death of two former B&H members (including Veti's former beau, whom she was reluctant to kill in the first place). She is very careful to hide her guilt from others, though, quite frankly, she's a teenage girl who pretty much wears whatever heart she has right out there on her sleeve.
BONUS!
This is Artemis, aka Artie, Daisy's pet/slightly overprotective hell hound. A loyal demon straight from the depths of Hell, Artie's soul was bound to Daisy's when she became a Reaper. Like Daisy, he can take a variety of forms, though all are restricted to solid black members of the canine/vulpine family. While he is much less reluctant to show his true form (again, something only a few members of B&H have seen), he generally only does so in Death, and only when he feels his charge is in danger.
Also like Daisy, has a difficult time taking anything seriously.
He also has yet to differentiate Cornelius from a chew toy. By his logic, if it isn't a chew toy, it shouldn't squeak.
Name: Daisy | Age: 16 [apparent; actual age unknown]
Gender: Female | Type: Reaper
Daisy in Brief
A teenage Reaper exceptionally good at her job, Daisy is a somewhat amnesiac servant of Death with a variety of handy abilities, chief among which include her preclusion to the Gates of Death. She also has pink hair, a hellhound named Artie, and a taste for sarcasm and fine men.
As a Reaper, Daisy can appear as anything from an eighty-year-old Black man to a four-year-old Korean girl, depending on the souls she reaps, and what makes them most comfortable, or, at the very least, most amenable to the fact that they're dead.
In general, she chooses the appearance of a teenage girl with green eyes, freckles, and bubblegum pink hair. It's a pastel this time, because she's matured. That said, she still wears a lot of pink.
A handful of former and current B&H employees have seen her true form, somewhat similar to the form she often chooses, insofar as being a teenaged girl. That, however, is where the similarities end. She really prefers not to discuss, or even acknowledge this form, and will exert whatever extra energy it takes, even in Death, to remain cute, pink, and bubbly.
The Walk: Offense, Transportation, Minor Healing
Daisy's primary talent is her ability to enter Death (based largely on Garth Nix's Nine Precincts), with or without others in tow. Unlike other Reapers, Daisy can take a soul into Death (though not beyond the shallow-watered Gates) without killing them, and is able to transport several physical bodies at once, though the process is draining.
Due to certain events immediately following the uncovering of the missing Pieces of Eights, Daisy has made herself a powerful target for many of the greater dead who exist on this side of the gates, most of them seeking to use her as a conduit to return to life.
While in Death, Daisy can:
- cover great distances in very little time, provided a dying soul is somewhere nearby
- heal minor wounds
- slow imminent Death (though not forever, by any stretch of the imagination)
- communicate with denizens of the dead
- move from the Gates to deeper realms/planes of the dead to confront greater souls
The Scythe: Defense
As you might expect, Daisy has a Scythe. It is an ethereal weapon she generally keeps 'hidden'. Summoned in life, it can take on the appearance of anything from a pen to a motherfucking trident (or a Keyblade, if you're into that sort of thing) [default form]. In Death, it takes on its true form. As with all Reaper Scythes, the Scythes appears according to the soul of the Reaper who wields it. Daisy's is more than twice as long as she is tall with a shaft made of translucent obsidian. The blade appears to be made of a violet-white light made solid.
The Scythe is the only tool Daisy can use to lead a soul into Death (aka, kill that sumbitch). It is unequivocally more powerful in Death than in life, though on this side of the realm, it can still cause a healthy dose of damage.
Shifting: Defense, Recon
As previously mentioned, Daisy, like all Reapers, can take on a variety of human forms. Hey, is that your dead twin brother over there? NOPE. It's Daisy.
Artie: Offense, Defense, Tracking
Artemis (see below) is Daisy's overgrown puppy of a hellhound. He has teeth and claws and, in his true form (invisible to all humans and most mortals), is about the size of a Honda Civic. He is impervious to fire, but susceptible to holy water, iron, and silver. A pentagram'll do him pretty good, too. He can, like Daisy, sense Death in all forms, and is a decent match for all but the greatest of the undead. He can also track all mystic, pentecostal, supernatural, or other such items with his nose.
He does not require food, water, or rest, but he really, really, really likes a good dog treat.
Limitations:
Contrary to popular belief, (most) Reapers cannot actually kill their targets, though they are capable of injuring and severely weakening them. Daisy is able to send a soul beyond the Gates, though for reasons unknown, this is, like, super bad news.
Daisy cannot reanimate or revive a soul who has moved beyond the Gates.* NOTE: Some restrictions may apply.
Daisy cannot kill an immortal creature.
Daisy cannot heal a creature/being who cannot die.
Daisy cannot be killed, as most mortal creatures, simply by moving beyond the Gates of Death. She can be killed within Death, though, again, this would be a bad thing.
Daisy cannot stand it when you pop your gum like that. Don't do it.
Daisy's knowledge of her own history is spotty, to say the least. She has a vague recollection of waking up one day, or one night, or one something, in a large, flat, sepia-colored plane she would later come to recognize as the Gates of Death.
An old dude stood over her. He offered her a chance to 'live', and then never really gave her the opportunity to say no.
Daisy has, in her time as a Reaper, gathered a few things so far:
- She's dead. At some point, she died. Violently. She has no memory of how and no knowledge of why. Certain circumstances have led her to believe it might be best that way.
- There are many, many Reapers in the world, both Veiled and otherwise. For whatever reason, Daisy is outstanding in her field.
- For the aforementioned reasons, Daisy is not very popular in the realm of Death. Well, let's rephrase that. She is well-known, but she is, in no way, well-liked.
She had been with B&H for a little over a year when the Pieces of Eight case fell into their laps. Following a series of unfortunate events, Daisy ragequit to continue being a lovesick teenager who just happened to moonlight as a servant of Death. While not particularly good at the idea of 'friendship', she holds a (somewhat reluctant) soft spot for Henry, is/was loyal to Atticus (though she's still a little pissy about what happened to Max/Thad), and only rarely leaves Veti's side, though guilt tends to make their conversations incredibly awkward. Still, she feels beholden to the werewolf, even to the point of being a little overprotective.
Daisy also holds herself responsible for the Death of two former B&H members (including Veti's former beau, whom she was reluctant to kill in the first place). She is very careful to hide her guilt from others, though, quite frankly, she's a teenage girl who pretty much wears whatever heart she has right out there on her sleeve.
This is Artemis, aka Artie, Daisy's pet/slightly overprotective hell hound. A loyal demon straight from the depths of Hell, Artie's soul was bound to Daisy's when she became a Reaper. Like Daisy, he can take a variety of forms, though all are restricted to solid black members of the canine/vulpine family. While he is much less reluctant to show his true form (again, something only a few members of B&H have seen), he generally only does so in Death, and only when he feels his charge is in danger.
Also like Daisy, has a difficult time taking anything seriously.
He also has yet to differentiate Cornelius from a chew toy. By his logic, if it isn't a chew toy, it shouldn't squeak.
Now that's a creepy little girl.
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-Name: Aethelreda
-Gender: Female
-Type: Salamander/Cave Dragon
-Appearance: In the presence of humans Aethelreda will normally take a humanoid form. She has very pale and slightly spongy skin that is always damp and a little slick to the touch. Her pale hair is always damp, but it is still normally styled ornately. She can wear any human clothing but has expressed distaste for either uncomfortable clothes or anything made of wool, apparently it itches and dries her skin out.Trickles of smoke sometimes waft from her mouth and nostril when she is annoyed or amused. Aethelreda spends a lot of time in water even in human form. She keeps any injuries when she changes forms, and she has a bad scar in the lower left of her ribcage on the front and back. If the picture is not okay I will change it, but she is wearing clothing.
When she is not in the presence of humans or she is incensed Aethelreda spends most of her time in her real shape. She is a giant amphibious creature akin to a giant salamander writ large. She is 30 feet long from her snout to the tip of her tail and she weighs several tons. Her skin is not scaly, instead being slimy and smooth like other amphibians and it is a pinkish white in color.. Her mouth has multiple rows of long and sharp teeth inside of it and smoke trickles from it constantly.
-Age: 30s, 606
-Powers/Traits: Aethelreda is a cave dragon, though the title of dragon is a misnomer because her kind are not reptilian at all. As a cave dragon she can breath fire from either her nose or her mouth in human form and she is very resistant to fire due to the slime her body secretes. Her slime can become poisonous if she wants it to be, but it normally is not when she is in human form. Because she isn't human she is stronger than a human even in human form but she isn't any faster than an above average human.
In her real form she contaminates things that her slime touches if she turns it on. A single drop of her slime is enough to pollute a well for weeks and make everyone who drinks from it get sick. But they would not get very sick because a single drop would be very diluted. She can breath fire and is almost impervious to fire when in her real form. Her skin is also thicker than her human skin and highly resilient but still much thinner and weaker than a true dragon's scales. As a dragon she is also highly resistant to magic.
In either form she has to be very careful not to allow her body to dry out. If she dries out too much she will start to sicken and eventually die painfully from dehydration.
-Background:
Cave Dragons were never like their larger cousins. There was no great struggle between humankind and the amphibious salamander-dragons of the water logged caves beneath the Balkans of southern Europe. But there have always been exceptions. As a wyrmling Aethelreda was dragged up to the surface when the cave system that she and her mother dwelt in was flooded after a great rainstorm. When the flood had passed she was alone on the surface in a world she was not prepared to face yet.
Already the size of a large crocodile Aethelreda began to hunt to survive. She lived and grew for almost fifty years before her lack of knowledge led to a confrontation. A traveling band of humans moved into the swamp she had claimed for her own and she did not know to avoid them. She saw them as just another kind of food to eat. Aethelreda attacked and killed most of the band but a few escaped and spread tales of a dragon in the swamps. The rumors spread like wildfire, because it had been a long time since a dragon had last been seen.
In time the hunters came, the last knights seeking glory in the death of a dragon and early hunters with guns seeking to kill the beast before it could kill them. Aethelreda was not ready and while she killed many men one of the knights left her with a wound that still marks her to this day when he thrust a lance clear through her chest cavity. She killed him after that and fled into the heart of the swamp to lick her wounds. But she wasn't healing. It was luck that she did not die, early agents from the Bain & Hoyle Company had heard the reports of a dragon too and come to investigate.
They came expecting a rogue ancient who had to be put down, not a half grown cave dragon from the depths and they showed mercy, healing her instead of striking her down. She was removed from the swamp, though it remains rancid to this day from her years of life there, and brought under the protection of the company. In time she was educated and in time she would actually join them. Aethelreda is one of the oldest members now and she is no longer a 'guest' but is housed in a special mansion constructed for her purposes and provided for by the staff of the company. She holds not special rank within the company but she is treated with respect and well known by almost all people in positions of authority due to her long service and the sheer power of a dragon.
-Gender: Female
-Type: Salamander/Cave Dragon
-Appearance: In the presence of humans Aethelreda will normally take a humanoid form. She has very pale and slightly spongy skin that is always damp and a little slick to the touch. Her pale hair is always damp, but it is still normally styled ornately. She can wear any human clothing but has expressed distaste for either uncomfortable clothes or anything made of wool, apparently it itches and dries her skin out.Trickles of smoke sometimes waft from her mouth and nostril when she is annoyed or amused. Aethelreda spends a lot of time in water even in human form. She keeps any injuries when she changes forms, and she has a bad scar in the lower left of her ribcage on the front and back. If the picture is not okay I will change it, but she is wearing clothing.
When she is not in the presence of humans or she is incensed Aethelreda spends most of her time in her real shape. She is a giant amphibious creature akin to a giant salamander writ large. She is 30 feet long from her snout to the tip of her tail and she weighs several tons. Her skin is not scaly, instead being slimy and smooth like other amphibians and it is a pinkish white in color.. Her mouth has multiple rows of long and sharp teeth inside of it and smoke trickles from it constantly.
-Age: 30s, 606
-Powers/Traits: Aethelreda is a cave dragon, though the title of dragon is a misnomer because her kind are not reptilian at all. As a cave dragon she can breath fire from either her nose or her mouth in human form and she is very resistant to fire due to the slime her body secretes. Her slime can become poisonous if she wants it to be, but it normally is not when she is in human form. Because she isn't human she is stronger than a human even in human form but she isn't any faster than an above average human.
In her real form she contaminates things that her slime touches if she turns it on. A single drop of her slime is enough to pollute a well for weeks and make everyone who drinks from it get sick. But they would not get very sick because a single drop would be very diluted. She can breath fire and is almost impervious to fire when in her real form. Her skin is also thicker than her human skin and highly resilient but still much thinner and weaker than a true dragon's scales. As a dragon she is also highly resistant to magic.
In either form she has to be very careful not to allow her body to dry out. If she dries out too much she will start to sicken and eventually die painfully from dehydration.
-Background:
Cave Dragons were never like their larger cousins. There was no great struggle between humankind and the amphibious salamander-dragons of the water logged caves beneath the Balkans of southern Europe. But there have always been exceptions. As a wyrmling Aethelreda was dragged up to the surface when the cave system that she and her mother dwelt in was flooded after a great rainstorm. When the flood had passed she was alone on the surface in a world she was not prepared to face yet.
Already the size of a large crocodile Aethelreda began to hunt to survive. She lived and grew for almost fifty years before her lack of knowledge led to a confrontation. A traveling band of humans moved into the swamp she had claimed for her own and she did not know to avoid them. She saw them as just another kind of food to eat. Aethelreda attacked and killed most of the band but a few escaped and spread tales of a dragon in the swamps. The rumors spread like wildfire, because it had been a long time since a dragon had last been seen.
In time the hunters came, the last knights seeking glory in the death of a dragon and early hunters with guns seeking to kill the beast before it could kill them. Aethelreda was not ready and while she killed many men one of the knights left her with a wound that still marks her to this day when he thrust a lance clear through her chest cavity. She killed him after that and fled into the heart of the swamp to lick her wounds. But she wasn't healing. It was luck that she did not die, early agents from the Bain & Hoyle Company had heard the reports of a dragon too and come to investigate.
They came expecting a rogue ancient who had to be put down, not a half grown cave dragon from the depths and they showed mercy, healing her instead of striking her down. She was removed from the swamp, though it remains rancid to this day from her years of life there, and brought under the protection of the company. In time she was educated and in time she would actually join them. Aethelreda is one of the oldest members now and she is no longer a 'guest' but is housed in a special mansion constructed for her purposes and provided for by the staff of the company. She holds not special rank within the company but she is treated with respect and well known by almost all people in positions of authority due to her long service and the sheer power of a dragon.
So many wonderful characters - oh, this is going to be fun 
And I finally managed to update Veti's CS too, even found a picture I don't hate though there will never be one that fits perfectly. There's a lot left out as well, but *shrugs* It'll all come together eventually.
And I finally managed to update Veti's CS too, even found a picture I don't hate though there will never be one that fits perfectly. There's a lot left out as well, but *shrugs* It'll all come together eventually.
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Name: Dr Kinnon Blair
Gender: Male
Type: Immortal druid
Age: 33 (appears) over 500 (actual)
Appearance: Kinn stands at five feet eleven inches in height, he has a lean athlete's build more akin to that of an olympic level swimmers than a bodybuilders. His eyes are a dark brown which lighten to a honey hue when he is communing with nature. Shoulder length light brown hair that he inherited from his mother's side of the family frames a face that is rather bland in appearance. He has a traditional tattoo on the middle of his back called a Triskellion, it means blessed by the druids. Kinn's mannerisms are business like and efficient.
Powers/Traits: Besides from being Immortal, immune to both death and disease, Kinn has learnt over his long life the druids ways at communion with all of natures creations. He is also able to manipulate the weather/ control elements but does not like to do so unless it is under the most extreme of circumstances. He has a vast knowledge of herbal lore and that gathered with his mastery of modern medicine makes him a great Doctor of both natural and Supernatural means.
Kinn has also gathered a vast knowledge of almost every known Supernatural being encountered.
He has no super strength or speed a limited knowledge of combat and no actual combat experience, which leaves him at a disadvantage when it comes to field work, he has to rely on the muscles of the company.
Background: Born in Scotland in 1495, Kinnon Blair and twin brother Keir lived in a small homestead with their mother, father grandparents and a widowed aunt. All of these people worshipped the Earthmother, Gaea. Kinnon showed at an early age an aptitude for healing and a keen understanding of nature, his brother Keir also had a keen understanding for nature, but his other aptitude was a lot more sinister, for where Kinn was the healer, Keir reveled in death. In 1513 Scotland lost over 10,000 men in the Battle of Flodden, they also lost their Monarch, King James iv. It was on this year, the twins 18th birth year that Keir found something that would forever change their lives.
An elixir, believed to be made from a ground up piece of the fabled philosopher's stone found it's way into his hands. He was eager to try it out but dared not drink it before testing it, unfortunately for Kinn, he was the chosen guinea pig. After tricking his brother into drinking the potion, disguised in a mug of mead, Keir buried his brother and left him for four days. During this time the elixir had done it's work. Sustaining Kinn through the four day burial and instilling him with the power of immortality.
Kinn was appalled at this revelation, Keir could not understand why his brother despaired, Kinn however, fully immersed in the old ways of the druids understood that he had become an abomination of nature and left immediately to seek a cure.
It was about 100 years later when he discovered the Bain and Hoyle company, he has worked for them ever since in hopes that his research alongside their resources would finally allow him to find a cure so he could return the balance back to nature.
Other: Kinnon Blair actually means fair-born child of the fields, whilst his brother Keir means Dark child of the fields.
Hellis Cᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟɪsᴛɪᴄ Yᴇᴛ Cʟᴀssʏ
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Fixed my CS a bit.
Immortal eh. you actually made a character that cannot die O.o
Immortal eh. you actually made a character that cannot die O.o
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Good morning everyone, Cold here, so I made some muffins, carrot ones. Anyone care for one?
Name: Raleigh Oakwood
Gender: Male
Type: Dryad [part human, part deer “centaur”; cervitaur]
Appearance:
Raleigh can alternate between two forms: human and hybrid. In the presence of humans, Raleigh appears as a man in his mid-thirties stood at 6ft 2in with pale complexion, stark against his dark red hair and neat stubble. His eyes are grey in colour, portraying a depth and steeliness mirrored in his typical cool countenance. Raleigh has a masculine frame with broad shoulders and a well-toned musculature honed from gym exercise. Tattooed along his arms and across his chest are a variety of Celtic runes usually hidden beneath crisp smart-casual attire as is Raleigh’s style, always in mind of contemporary fashion and portraying a particular professionalism.
His other form is that of a part human, part deer “centaur”, with the head, arms, and trunk of a man and the body, ears and legs of a red deer. Raleigh stands at an impressive 9ft 1in, two feet of which from the set of grand, branched, bone antlers protruding vertically from his skull. These do not shed seasonally unlike in typical deer but do not grow beyond two feet; slow regeneration does occur if severed. Raleigh’s pupils also change from circular to rectangular and lose their grey pigmentation. His ears become deerlike and can swivel 90 degrees around.
Age: Appears mid-thirties but in reality is approximately 2,500 years old, the precise age unknown
Powers/Traits: Raleigh is fluent in Celtic and English and well versed in Germanic and proto-Germanic dialects. He is well read with a strong academic background and has specialist knowledge in the natural sciences, especially pertaining to botany and zoology. His mind is sharp and logical, helping in difficult situations and for problem solving as his work often requires. With centuries of martial experience, Raleigh is a dab hand in combat, aided by his ability to read the flow of one’s spirit to bolster his reflexes.
Magically, Raleigh can converse with tree and animal spirits psychically and bless creatures on the verge of death with sanctity in the afterlife or with enlightened growth, developing saplings or encouraging recovery at an accelerated rate. Raleigh is spiritually bound to his tree and any damage done to it equally affects him. He is unaffected by the ageing process and can regenerate lost limbs if needed. He has shown insusceptibility towards disease thus far but can be damaged and quite probably killed through physical harm.
In his dryad form, Raleigh’s physical abilities are enhanced. Sight, smell and hearing all become highly attuned and his bestial lower half allow him to release a great amount of energy, able to run at incredible speeds for extended periods.
Personality-wise, Raleigh is a kind soul, expressing gentility and peace through supernatural charisma. He is fiercely loyal to those he calls friends and when something important to him is endangered then he becomes a formidable warrior fuelled by anger. Raleigh has adopted several human traits over the years, such as a well-rounded sense of humour and a penchant for adventure and the mysterious unknown. However, Raleigh does sometimes feel conflicted between man and nature, the consequence of his hybrid form, and struggles at times to balance the two and see clarity.
Background[/b]: Raleigh came into existence in the hollow of a great oak tree in the heart of a vast deciduous forest in what is now called England. It is said scores of faeries and creatures of the forest attended his birth, for the tree had shed its leaves early that year, heralding an imminent and significant event. Raleigh was the spirit of the tree, a dryad, materialised, unique among his brethren who stayed bound to their oaks. He fashioned the name Cernunnos for himself back then, or the “horned god” as the humans came to call him, and was born a fully-formed half human, half deer beast.
Cernunnos had a great affinity with the forest and its lifeforms, propagating nature and fruitfulness as he came to represent. At first he was antagonistic towards the humans, stealing the wood and meat from the forest without replanting the felled trees or blessing the animals they slew, and slew them in turn, antlers soon reddened with their lifeblood. Cernunnos was a fierce and loyal protector of the forest, seeing it as his purpose as the outwards manifest of the forest’s grandest tree.
In time however, Cernunnos came to sympathise with the humans and their alien ways, deeming their abominable actions the result of ignorance rather than malice. Given he too was part human, Cernunnos thought himself a bridge between the humans and the natural world. After decades of observation, Cernunnos developed the ability to transform from his deerlike body into a pure human form. One day he emerged from the forest and metamorphosed before a human settlement, beckoning them towards the forest. Some followed and in a clearing Cernunnos drew in the soil pictures of man’s sins for them to see. His visitors saw the errors of their ways and decided to come again to the clearing at regular intervals to learn more from and worship Cernunnos whom they idolised.
Centuries passed in peace, the humans increasing in number to see Cernunnos and himself learning the ways of the humans, learning their Celtic language, the nature of the hunt, farming and war. They soon grew a part of Cernunnos and slowly he was becoming more and more distant from the forest. Eventually, Cernunnos came to reside in a human dwelling, opting more those days for his human form. He had left the forest unprotected.
The Romans came with steel and fire. Cernunnos fought alongside his human companions for their homeland but their numbers and discipline were overpowering, forced them to retreat further and further north. Cernunnos’ forest was put to the torch and as he saw the smoke on the horizon he knew what was happening and was swallowed up by guilt over forsaking his home and duty. Reverting to dryad form, Cernunnos galloped headlong for the forest, charging through Roman scouts as he passed, fear and anger surging through his veins. He stormed through the smoke and leapt over fiery trees on his singular path towards his tree. When he arrived, it was too late. The tree caught alight as he arrived, searing through every cell of his body. Cernunnos cried out in agony as he attempted to quell the flames in vain. Upon the forest floor he found an acorn and in frenzied desperation fled the burning forest with it in hand. Running to safety, Cernunnos made a hole in the ground for the acorn and closed his eyes. Cernunnos imparted his spirit into the acorn, his body disintegrating in the wind to oblivion. He was bound to the acorn and for centuries therein he remained as the acorn slowly grew into a great oak tree like its mother tree before it.
In 1803, Cernunnos was reborn in physical form. He adopted the name Raleigh for his new life and had picked up scraps of English from overhearing it over the centuries. The searing agony he had felt in his soul for hundreds of years was all but gone now and he felt free and atoned of his sins against nature. Like at his first birth, Raleigh’s second was attended, though not by woodland creatures and spirits but by three men. They introduced themselves as operatives of the Bain & Hoyle Investigation and Recovery Company and made Raleigh a proposition, a new purpose for his life. In return, they would ensure the protection of his tree, sealed away from the outside world and mortal eyes by a magic field. Raleigh accepted.
Raleigh refined his English and learnt all he could of the natural sciences, attending Oxford university to further this goal. Raleigh found purpose in the natural world as he had been harshly and painfully reminded and took on work for the company in anything and everything relating to the natural, artifacts and organisms. The thrill of the hunt instilled in him by the Celts was revived and Raleigh relishes in his work, finally finding order in the world.
Other Details:
- Dryads are oak tree spirits given physical form by a tree reaching such an advanced age that its spirit must regenerate, and in so doing is reborn outside the tree, like a fruit.
- Although in Greek mythology dryads are nymphs of oak trees, in reality these nymphs simply refer to themselves as tree nymphs or oak tree nymphs, and so Raleigh adopted the term 'dryad' for his unique entity.
- Raleigh is the only dryad to his knowledge and is unique among tree spirits in that he is male, not a nymph. It is unknown whether his tree's form prior to regeneration was female.
- The trees to which Raleigh was and is now bound are a unique species among oak trees, the 'giant oak' or Quercus giganteum, identified by Rayleigh. The giant oak is able to live to an indeterminable age and grows to a staggering 80m in height, becoming the second largest tree species classified in the world. The giant oak reaches maturity after approximately 1,750 years after germination, though this is based on a singular specimen. Its nut has only been known to grow once.
- Raleigh's ability to communicate with other tree spirits operate by him "seeing" inside a tree to its spirit which appears like a bright white humanoid and can communicate with it psychically. A tree spirit only becomes active once its tree reaches maturity. If it is still developing, the spirit appears like an embryo, curled up in the fetal position.
Gender: Male
Type: Dryad [part human, part deer “centaur”; cervitaur]
Appearance:
Raleigh can alternate between two forms: human and hybrid. In the presence of humans, Raleigh appears as a man in his mid-thirties stood at 6ft 2in with pale complexion, stark against his dark red hair and neat stubble. His eyes are grey in colour, portraying a depth and steeliness mirrored in his typical cool countenance. Raleigh has a masculine frame with broad shoulders and a well-toned musculature honed from gym exercise. Tattooed along his arms and across his chest are a variety of Celtic runes usually hidden beneath crisp smart-casual attire as is Raleigh’s style, always in mind of contemporary fashion and portraying a particular professionalism.
His other form is that of a part human, part deer “centaur”, with the head, arms, and trunk of a man and the body, ears and legs of a red deer. Raleigh stands at an impressive 9ft 1in, two feet of which from the set of grand, branched, bone antlers protruding vertically from his skull. These do not shed seasonally unlike in typical deer but do not grow beyond two feet; slow regeneration does occur if severed. Raleigh’s pupils also change from circular to rectangular and lose their grey pigmentation. His ears become deerlike and can swivel 90 degrees around.
Age: Appears mid-thirties but in reality is approximately 2,500 years old, the precise age unknown
Powers/Traits: Raleigh is fluent in Celtic and English and well versed in Germanic and proto-Germanic dialects. He is well read with a strong academic background and has specialist knowledge in the natural sciences, especially pertaining to botany and zoology. His mind is sharp and logical, helping in difficult situations and for problem solving as his work often requires. With centuries of martial experience, Raleigh is a dab hand in combat, aided by his ability to read the flow of one’s spirit to bolster his reflexes.
Magically, Raleigh can converse with tree and animal spirits psychically and bless creatures on the verge of death with sanctity in the afterlife or with enlightened growth, developing saplings or encouraging recovery at an accelerated rate. Raleigh is spiritually bound to his tree and any damage done to it equally affects him. He is unaffected by the ageing process and can regenerate lost limbs if needed. He has shown insusceptibility towards disease thus far but can be damaged and quite probably killed through physical harm.
In his dryad form, Raleigh’s physical abilities are enhanced. Sight, smell and hearing all become highly attuned and his bestial lower half allow him to release a great amount of energy, able to run at incredible speeds for extended periods.
Personality-wise, Raleigh is a kind soul, expressing gentility and peace through supernatural charisma. He is fiercely loyal to those he calls friends and when something important to him is endangered then he becomes a formidable warrior fuelled by anger. Raleigh has adopted several human traits over the years, such as a well-rounded sense of humour and a penchant for adventure and the mysterious unknown. However, Raleigh does sometimes feel conflicted between man and nature, the consequence of his hybrid form, and struggles at times to balance the two and see clarity.
Background[/b]: Raleigh came into existence in the hollow of a great oak tree in the heart of a vast deciduous forest in what is now called England. It is said scores of faeries and creatures of the forest attended his birth, for the tree had shed its leaves early that year, heralding an imminent and significant event. Raleigh was the spirit of the tree, a dryad, materialised, unique among his brethren who stayed bound to their oaks. He fashioned the name Cernunnos for himself back then, or the “horned god” as the humans came to call him, and was born a fully-formed half human, half deer beast.
Cernunnos had a great affinity with the forest and its lifeforms, propagating nature and fruitfulness as he came to represent. At first he was antagonistic towards the humans, stealing the wood and meat from the forest without replanting the felled trees or blessing the animals they slew, and slew them in turn, antlers soon reddened with their lifeblood. Cernunnos was a fierce and loyal protector of the forest, seeing it as his purpose as the outwards manifest of the forest’s grandest tree.
In time however, Cernunnos came to sympathise with the humans and their alien ways, deeming their abominable actions the result of ignorance rather than malice. Given he too was part human, Cernunnos thought himself a bridge between the humans and the natural world. After decades of observation, Cernunnos developed the ability to transform from his deerlike body into a pure human form. One day he emerged from the forest and metamorphosed before a human settlement, beckoning them towards the forest. Some followed and in a clearing Cernunnos drew in the soil pictures of man’s sins for them to see. His visitors saw the errors of their ways and decided to come again to the clearing at regular intervals to learn more from and worship Cernunnos whom they idolised.
Centuries passed in peace, the humans increasing in number to see Cernunnos and himself learning the ways of the humans, learning their Celtic language, the nature of the hunt, farming and war. They soon grew a part of Cernunnos and slowly he was becoming more and more distant from the forest. Eventually, Cernunnos came to reside in a human dwelling, opting more those days for his human form. He had left the forest unprotected.
The Romans came with steel and fire. Cernunnos fought alongside his human companions for their homeland but their numbers and discipline were overpowering, forced them to retreat further and further north. Cernunnos’ forest was put to the torch and as he saw the smoke on the horizon he knew what was happening and was swallowed up by guilt over forsaking his home and duty. Reverting to dryad form, Cernunnos galloped headlong for the forest, charging through Roman scouts as he passed, fear and anger surging through his veins. He stormed through the smoke and leapt over fiery trees on his singular path towards his tree. When he arrived, it was too late. The tree caught alight as he arrived, searing through every cell of his body. Cernunnos cried out in agony as he attempted to quell the flames in vain. Upon the forest floor he found an acorn and in frenzied desperation fled the burning forest with it in hand. Running to safety, Cernunnos made a hole in the ground for the acorn and closed his eyes. Cernunnos imparted his spirit into the acorn, his body disintegrating in the wind to oblivion. He was bound to the acorn and for centuries therein he remained as the acorn slowly grew into a great oak tree like its mother tree before it.
In 1803, Cernunnos was reborn in physical form. He adopted the name Raleigh for his new life and had picked up scraps of English from overhearing it over the centuries. The searing agony he had felt in his soul for hundreds of years was all but gone now and he felt free and atoned of his sins against nature. Like at his first birth, Raleigh’s second was attended, though not by woodland creatures and spirits but by three men. They introduced themselves as operatives of the Bain & Hoyle Investigation and Recovery Company and made Raleigh a proposition, a new purpose for his life. In return, they would ensure the protection of his tree, sealed away from the outside world and mortal eyes by a magic field. Raleigh accepted.
Raleigh refined his English and learnt all he could of the natural sciences, attending Oxford university to further this goal. Raleigh found purpose in the natural world as he had been harshly and painfully reminded and took on work for the company in anything and everything relating to the natural, artifacts and organisms. The thrill of the hunt instilled in him by the Celts was revived and Raleigh relishes in his work, finally finding order in the world.
Other Details:
- Dryads are oak tree spirits given physical form by a tree reaching such an advanced age that its spirit must regenerate, and in so doing is reborn outside the tree, like a fruit.
- Although in Greek mythology dryads are nymphs of oak trees, in reality these nymphs simply refer to themselves as tree nymphs or oak tree nymphs, and so Raleigh adopted the term 'dryad' for his unique entity.
- Raleigh is the only dryad to his knowledge and is unique among tree spirits in that he is male, not a nymph. It is unknown whether his tree's form prior to regeneration was female.
- The trees to which Raleigh was and is now bound are a unique species among oak trees, the 'giant oak' or Quercus giganteum, identified by Rayleigh. The giant oak is able to live to an indeterminable age and grows to a staggering 80m in height, becoming the second largest tree species classified in the world. The giant oak reaches maturity after approximately 1,750 years after germination, though this is based on a singular specimen. Its nut has only been known to grow once.
- Raleigh's ability to communicate with other tree spirits operate by him "seeing" inside a tree to its spirit which appears like a bright white humanoid and can communicate with it psychically. A tree spirit only becomes active once its tree reaches maturity. If it is still developing, the spirit appears like an embryo, curled up in the fetal position.
Hellis Cᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟɪsᴛɪᴄ Yᴇᴛ Cʟᴀssʏ
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Male dryad? MALE DRYAD!
I like it!
I like it!
fantasyfan28 Legendary Sage
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8 yrs ago
Good morning/afternoon to you as well Lillian, as for the offer of a carrot muffin I will politely decline.
I love the diverse characters people are coming up with and think that my druid may have just found his ideal partner to work on several cases with, a Dryad and Druid tag team so to speak lol.
I love the diverse characters people are coming up with and think that my druid may have just found his ideal partner to work on several cases with, a Dryad and Druid tag team so to speak lol.
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I will take a muffin! Good morning, indeed.
And holy crazy good characters, Batman! Great stuff everyone. I'll be working on the second part of the IC post today. Has everyone seen the updated info in the OOC?
And holy crazy good characters, Batman! Great stuff everyone. I'll be working on the second part of the IC post today. Has everyone seen the updated info in the OOC?
Oh my gosh yes Lillian, and I'll take FF's too because he/she/whatever-pronoun-you-prefer has zero idea the awesomeness that is the baking prowess of our Lillian Thorne.
Really. That is no joke. I know first hand and dude, you just seriously lost out *munches carrot muffins quite contentedly*
Holy crap, SO many characters! A lot to take in, I'm going to need some coffee. Lil, do you mind? T isn't here yet with that thick, strong black sauce he refers to as coffee, so maybe your machine will do this morning?
eta: Good morning Heroes and yes, if you put it up before bedtime last night. If fresh this morning, I'll go look.
Really. That is no joke. I know first hand and dude, you just seriously lost out *munches carrot muffins quite contentedly*
Holy crap, SO many characters! A lot to take in, I'm going to need some coffee. Lil, do you mind? T isn't here yet with that thick, strong black sauce he refers to as coffee, so maybe your machine will do this morning?
eta: Good morning Heroes and yes, if you put it up before bedtime last night. If fresh this morning, I'll go look.
The Fair Lady
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9 yrs ago
Were all the characters accepted? :D
Good morning, and carrot muffins?! That sounds interesting, yes please. =]
I'm glad you like my character concept Hellis and a dryad-druid collab sounds awesome. ^_^ Can't wait to get started with all these interesting and varied characters.
I'm glad you like my character concept Hellis and a dryad-druid collab sounds awesome. ^_^ Can't wait to get started with all these interesting and varied characters.
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Yes, the characters are accepted, my Fair Lady (sorry, couldn't resist). I'll be updating the cast list after I get some breakfast and some coffee. Send some of that my way, Igraine!
The Fair Lady
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Okieday. :D
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