[OOC] Torn Realms (High-Fantasy) (Mid-High Casual) [ALWAYS OPEN]

[Tortoise]

@SanaChan

Lol. The criminal joining up with the Nephilm. That'll go well

@Silver Carrot

Are you saying Sybil is a Nephilim?

[Silver Carrot]

@Jeyma

No, but isn't she with them?

[Tortoise]

@Jeyma

No, but isn't she with them?

@Silver Carrot

Well, sure, but only because the Institute library has a books and records that will help her discover her past. But you said she was a Nephilim, and she's a neutral according to everything Sana has said. She has no more loyalty or alignment to the Nephs than your character does.

[Silver Carrot]

No, I said if Vania joins her, she'll be with the Nehilm, because Sybil is also with the Nephilm.

[Tortoise]

No, I said if Vania joins her, she'll be with the Nephilim, because Sybil is also with the Nephilim.

@Silver Carrot

Ahhh, my mistake. I misunderstood your comment.

At this point, I think Kaezira would just freeze anyone who comes up

[Emuxe]

@Silver Carrot Sorry I totally didn't even notice these replies because I'm a horrible person. @__@

I quite like Vania, and I can't wait to see how you'll weave her into the RP. She's accepted!

[LiverisGood]

It's a treant.

Hider

Gul'mos

Basic Information

Full Name: Gul'mos
Age: 442
Gender: Male
Birth Date: For a treant, the concepts of birthdays seems mundane but the time of birth would be around the spring.
Race: Treant
Alignment: Neutral

Appearance

Hair Colour: N/A
Eye Colour: Blue
Face Shape: N/A
Skin Tone: The color of his bark is a healthy brown. Mushroom sprouts can be seen along its right shoulder
Height: 11 feet tall, 335.76 cm
Weight: Over 2000 pounds but less than 3000 pounds (907 kg-1360 kg)
Body Type: In his original form (see picture) he appears somewhat lithe to many observers. Considering the shapeshifting aspect of the treants, this can change at any time.
Natural Markings: N/A
Scar(s): This treant has earned many scars and burn marks but due to its vast life force, they tend to disappear as new bark continually replace the old.
Tattoo(s): Recently, a drunk dwarf had the bright idea to scribble some "runes" on the sleeping treant. It did absolutely nothing and Gul'mos found the situation rather droll and let the dwarf go without harm. Remanants of the runes can be found on its lower back.

Personality

3 Words: Fearless, broad-minded, frank
Like(s): Enjoys the great outdoors, friendly to all elves and fae unless something is seriously wrong.
Dislike(s): The fire elementals are too fickle and temperamental for Gul'mos. They are quick to anger and the sensation of burning is not a pleasant one. However, so long as the bark was able to protect delicate tissues underneath, Gul'mos would recover just fine in nearly all cases. Gul'mos has seen that humani tend to overuse and abuse the land. Natural resources are to be used by all but there must be balance in things. Likewise, Gul'mos can tolerate non-elven magicians but is always wary of them for they can cause unparalleled destruction.

Want(s): Gul'mos seeks to find more of his kind believing that there will be a time when the treant's strength will be needed in the forseeable future. As an explorer, the treant wishes to catalog new flora and fauna in his journey.
Fear(s): Gul’mos fears total war between the Nephilim and Revenant.

Favourite...

Colour(s): (Anything Verdant and cool)
Time of Day: (Nighttime, the evening skies always had a calming and mediatative effect)
Food: (Photosynthesis, can root to the ground to extract nutients from the soil, can also consume woodstuff)
Animal: (Does not particularly have a favorite animal)
Place in Terra: (Somewhere in Terra's Forest)

Skills and Attributes

Skills

Special ablilty/ies: (Tunneling through soil becomes easy with massive limbs that can be shaped at will. Rooting into the soil has a detoxifying element to it in addition to regenerative properties,)
Good at...: (Engaging in conversation, communing with nature, rarely gets lost)
Bad at...: (understanding the more nuanced social cues of other races (besides the elves and fae). Rudimentary understanding of humani written language, sneaking around)

Traits

Good Habit(s):(Amicable towards most, tries to be punctual)
Bad Habit(s): (Comes off as brusque and insensitive at times because Gul'mos tends to be forward and blunt. Sometimes enjoys scaring the other races by pretending to be a tree.)

History

The Past

Gul'mos was born 58 years after the war. Although nearly 3 decades has past since the treant's birth, the world was still reeling from the aftermath of the war. Growing up during this era was tumultuous and violent. During this age, the treants were far more numerous and each "grove" of treants were fierce defenders of their respective part of the forest. Gul'mos was born near the edges of the forest. At the time, the young sapling did not understand why the sapient races, particularly the humani, were so desperate to clear away the forest. All that the sapling understood was that these races were greedy; taking so much from the land and giving so little back.

For three decades, the treants were steadfast in safeguarding their lands. Each time, they fended off the humans whether they had help from the Nephilim or Revenant. When Gul'mos was deemed of sufficient age, the treant was told by the Elder of who was responsible for the current state of things. As the Elder told Gul'mos who and what the Nephilim and Revenant did in the war, Gul'mos could only feel hate for the two factions that brought ruin to the natural order of things.

At a suitable age, the treant also partook in fighting against the humani. However, this endeavor would ultimately prove to be futile. The treants were few in number and reproduced far less quickly than the humani. In addition, a great number of them had already perished in the war itself. Vast swaths of land were burned by the humani in vengeance. In the face of such destruction, the surviving treants of his grove retreated deeper into the forest and went their separate ways.

The loss of home greatly angered Gul'mos and for some time, the lone treant conducted nightly raids on vulnerable human settlements. Though Gul'mos' anger was assuaged, in the end the treant felt hollow and purposeless. The lives the treant stomped out took its toll and Gul'mos retreated deep into the forest once more, falling into a deep sleep for a century until a band of traveling elves accidentally roused the treant from its slumber. The elves entreated the treant to accompany them on a journey and with nothing left to lose, Gul'mos decided to join them, hoping to find purpose.

Though in time, they parted ways, from those experiences (at an age of 267), Gul'mos decided to travel; to meet his old acquaintances again and to try to come to a better understanding of the other races. Additionally, Gul'mos wishes to gather the treants for a forum of sorts to ask a simple question. Should they partake in a more active role in the world or would it be best to let nature run its course as it always had?

The Present

Gul'mos no longer sees humani as enemies though his early experiences with them has means the treant at best is neutral towards them. As of now, the treant travels the forest, seeking to find more of his kind. He has also grown concerned (due to word of mouth) of the increasing Nephilim and Revenant activity as the treants still has vivid memories of the aftermath of the war.

Memories

The very first sensation of being on fire thanks to a moody fire elemental
A botched raid resulting in the death of several friends caused by a Nephilim or a Revenant? The memories sometimes are hazy
Finding his first "treasure", with the band of elves. Witnessing the marriage of his elf friend
Rejecting the advances of a fae creature only for her to try to harm the treant through nature magic. It did not work too well.
Fighting an insane treant near a pool of strange unidentifiable liquid

[Emuxe]

@LiverisGood Apologies, we are in the midst of updating and extending the lore, but you've added to it extremely well! I really like him, so he is accepted!

[Tortoise]

@LiverisGood

I'm writing a Treant right now, so this'll be fun.

Also, I'll PM you today or tomorrow with an idea I have regarding your walking bark and Windleaf, if that's alright.

[Emuxe]

And finally, the Commander is ready!

Dark Elf Bitch

Commander Farzorwyn

Appearance

Basic Information

Full Name: Sariandi Farzorwyn
Age: 197
Gender: Female
Rebirth Date: 15/03
Race: Dark Elf then Revenant
Alignment: Revenant - Commander of Alithe's army.

Dark Elves

The dark elves are the result of generations of Revenant-aligned elves escaping the lush lands of Terra, preferring to instead reside in the large deathly fields of the Wasteland. Due to their surroundings, dark elves evolved to blend in with their barren environment, the colour of their skin and hair blackening; however, there is a rare gene among some bloodlines resulted in all members of the family having absolutely no pigment in their hair. Due to their locality, dark elves are incredibly sensitive to light, and many prefer to not stray into the living Terran lands where the light hails supreme.

As dark elves hail from The Wastelands, they do not have close ties to the earth as their forest-dwelling counterparts; over time, dark elves have lost most of their affinity in magic - very few are able to conjure magic, and so the dark elves are viewed more as a fighter race than as mages.

Appearance

Hair Colour: Snow white.
Eye Colour: Lavender
Face Shape: Gaunt
Skin Tone: Ash grey
Height: 210cm / 5'11"
Weight: 100kg / 220lbs
Body Type: Athletic
Natural Markings: N/A
Tattoo(s): N/A
Scar(s):
Sariandi's body is covered in numerous battle scars that she had aquired in her life. She surprisingly isn't proud of them, so she goes great lengths to cover them.

Personality

3 Words: Stoic, Stubborn, Aloof
Like(s): The shadows of the Wasteland, dwarves, treants (just because of their appearance and power).
Dislike(s): Flowers - flowers can burn.

Want(s): To be rid of the sun, so all of Terra is bathed in darkness.
Fear(s):Raziel winning the war and destroying her homelands with light.

Favourite...

Colour(s): Black and white
Time of Day: Night - at least then the rest of Terra resembles her homelands.
Food: Sariandi doesn't enjoy food - she simply eats to survive.
Animal: Crow
Place in Terra: The Wastelands

Skills and Attributes

Skills

Special ablilty/ies:
Sariandi doesn't have any affinity for magic, so she instead focuses on her physical capabilities: Sariandi fights with a simple half-sword and kunai knives. Having trained in combat since she could even pick up a dagger, Sarandi has nearly 200 years of fighting proficiency, making her a force to be reckoned with.
Good at...: Combat and weapon proficiency.
Bad at...: Literally everything else.

Traits

Good Habit(s):Fearlessness, providing excellent leadership
Bad Habit(s): Impatience, quick to anger, never cleans up (it's below her).

History

The Past

Sariandi refuses to disclose anything about her past, claiming that "life before Alithe held no purpose, and thus does not matter."

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Sariandi bravely journeyed to Alithe's domain at the young age of fourteen, refusing to take no for an answer. Though Alithe generally thought little of weak "younglings," Alithe seemed to see a little of herself in the angry elfling, and allowed the child to reside in her Villa, though she didn't allow the girl to be turned as she had deemed her to be too young to be able to survive the process.

Sariandi, much to her delight, was still trained as a Revenant soldier regardless of her mortal status - and she was a natural. It seemed that the mortal elf child had no trouble keeping up with her enhanced peers, and so earned the respect of those around her.

Sariandi fought her first battle at the age of sixteen: Her group was lead to attack a small settlement of Nephlim families, slaughtering the wives and children of Raziel's men. Of course, there was some... resistance. Not many survived that day, and Sariandi (along with few others) returned to the Villa gravely injured.

Alithe, in a rare moment that all but her would deem "care", decided that then was the moment to change Sariandi - to save her body, Sariandi happily paid the price of her soul.

Sariandi found little joy in life, but with a sword in her hand and a Revenant crest on her skin, she was the happiest that she'd ever been.

The Present

Sariandi has now risen to the rank of Commander of Alithe's army, and can sometimes be considered as Alithe's right-hand. She seldom leaves the Wastelands, instead remaining behind and training new troops to Alithe's army. Now and then she will take part in larger raids against Nephlim encampments and villages.

In the background, she is working with Alithe to plan a full-scale attack on the Nephlim and Raziel himself.

Memories

* Her first battle.
* Finally being turned Revenant.
* Earning the title of Commander.

[LiverisGood]

@Jeyma

Sure I'd be happy to collaborate

[Tortoise]

And finally, the Commander is ready!

Dark Elf Bitch

Commander Farzorwyn

Appearance

Basic Information

Full Name: Sariandi Farzorwyn
Age: 197
Gender: Female
Rebirth Date: 15/03
Race: Dark Elf then Revenant
Alignment: Revenant - Commander of Alithe's army.

Dark Elves

The dark elves are the result of generations of Revenant-aligned elves escaping the lush lands of Terra, preferring to instead reside in the large deathly fields of the Wasteland. Due to their surroundings, dark elves evolved to blend in with their barren environment, the colour of their skin and hair blackening; however, there is a rare gene among some bloodlines resulted in all members of the family having absolutely no pigment in their hair. Due to their locality, dark elves are incredibly sensitive to light, and many prefer to not stray into the living Terran lands where the light hails supreme.

As dark elves hail from The Wastelands, they do not have close ties to the earth as their forest-dwelling counterparts; over time, dark elves have lost most of their affinity in magic - very few are able to conjure magic, and so the dark elves are viewed more as a fighter race than as mages.

Appearance

Hair Colour: Snow white.
Eye Colour: Lavender
Face Shape: Gaunt
Skin Tone: Ash grey
Height: 210cm / 5'11"
Weight: 100kg / 220lbs
Body Type: Athletic
Natural Markings: N/A
Tattoo(s): N/A
Scar(s):
Sariandi's body is covered in numerous battle scars that she had aquired in her life. She surprisingly isn't proud of them, so she goes great lengths to cover them.

Personality

3 Words: Stoic, Stubborn, Aloof
Like(s): The shadows of the Wasteland, dwarves, treants (just because of their appearance and power).
Dislike(s): Flowers - flowers can burn.

Want(s): To be rid of the sun, so all of Terra is bathed in darkness.
Fear(s):Raziel winning the war and destroying her homelands with light.

Favourite...

Colour(s): Black and white
Time of Day: Night - at least then the rest of Terra resembles her homelands.
Food: Sariandi doesn't enjoy food - she simply eats to survive.
Animal: Crow
Place in Terra: The Wastelands

Skills and Attributes

Skills

Special ablilty/ies:
Sariandi doesn't have any affinity for magic, so she instead focuses on her physical capabilities: Sariandi fights with a simple half-sword and kunai knives. Having trained in combat since she could even pick up a dagger, Sarandi has nearly 200 years of fighting proficiency, making her a force to be reckoned with.
Good at...: Combat and weapon proficiency.
Bad at...: Literally everything else.

Traits

Good Habit(s):Fearlessness, providing excellent leadership
Bad Habit(s): Impatience, quick to anger, never cleans up (it's below her).

History

The Past

Sariandi refuses to disclose anything about her past, claiming that "life before Alithe held no purpose, and thus does not matter."

---

Sariandi bravely journeyed to Alithe's domain at the young age of fourteen, refusing to take no for an answer. Though Alithe generally thought little of weak "younglings," Alithe seemed to see a little of herself in the angry elfling, and allowed the child to reside in her Villa, though she didn't allow the girl to be turned as she had deemed her to be too young to be able to survive the process.

Sariandi, much to her delight, was still trained as a Revenant soldier regardless of her mortal status - and she was a natural. It seemed that the mortal elf child had no trouble keeping up with her enhanced peers, and so earned the respect of those around her.

Sariandi fought her first battle at the age of sixteen: Her group was lead to attack a small settlement of Nephlim families, slaughtering the wives and children of Raziel's men. Of course, there was some... resistance. Not many survived that day, and Sariandi (along with few others) returned to the Villa gravely injured.

Alithe, in a rare moment that all but her would deem "care", decided that then was the moment to change Sariandi - to save her body, Sariandi happily paid the price of her soul.

Sariandi found little joy in life, but with a sword in her hand and a Revenant crest on her skin, she was the happiest that she'd ever been.

The Present

Sariandi has now risen to the rank of Commander of Alithe's army, and can sometimes be considered as Alithe's right-hand. She seldom leaves the Wastelands, instead remaining behind and training new troops to Alithe's army. Now and then she will take part in larger raids against Nephlim encampments and villages.

In the background, she is working with Alithe to plan a full-scale attack on the Nephlim and Raziel himself.

Memories

* Her first battle.
* Finally being turned Revenant.
* Earning the title of Commander.

@Emuxe

Since you're the GM and there's nobody to do this for you:

I love her, accepted!

[Emuxe]

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Since you're the GM and there's nobody to do this for you:

I love her, accepted!

@Jeyma

Wew!

[Silver Carrot]

@Emuxe

Tbh, I don't know how I'm going to weave her into the rp yet

[Tortoise]

@Emuxe

Tbh, I don't know how I'm going to weave her into the rp yet

@Silver Carrot

Suggestions

1. She tends to wander and explore forests, correct? Sophia's group is currently traveling through the Eastern Forest. You could just wait a post or two, until we're in the thick of the wood, and have her pop out all like "Wat r yew dewing in ma woods?" She might just happen to see all the weirdos stomping through the forest, afterall.
1A. Side-note: you mention that she can create "remedies and potions"? Shertul needs those to stop from collapsing in pain, so bonus character interaction if you run into them.

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2. On the other hand, @Emuxe has said that Volkungthad is just past the Eastern Forest, so again, if we assume your character is hopping through that part of the woods, she may run into @Arkaotic's new dwarven character near Volkungthad, when Ark introduces him. That would be a good win-win situation for you both to add your new characters.
2A. Maybe @LiverisGood's treant is also in the Eastern Forest, meaning that all three of you can add your new characters at the same time.
2B. Nerzar's layer is hidden beneath Volkungthad. So she may also run into Cindy, if Cindy ever goes back to Nerzar's layer. Or maybe she explores the area herself and runs into Nerzar. But I recommend against this idea compared to finding the dwarf and the treant.

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3. She could always just happen to be in Wellborough.
3A. -Or maybe she is somewhere on the path between Wellborough and the Institute, so she can run into the Nephilim group. Soragoku recently abandoned us all to die, so it'd be nice to fill in the gap he left.

I have constant writer's block, but damn if I'm not an idea-generator.

[Silver Carrot]

Ooh, these are all really good ideas! All have pros and cons. The first one is where she could come in handy, the second gets a bunch of new characters dynamically into the story, or rather, they start their own story, and the third has her interacting with other elves, although a criminal + Nephilm could be dodgy.

I'll have to wait a little more and see what the new peeps are doing.

[Tortoise]

The first one is where she could come in handy, the second gets a bunch of new characters dynamically into the story, or rather, they start their own story

@Silver Carrot

The Roleplayer part of me wants to urge you to go with Sophia and Shertul, because he needs her and then I actually get to interact with your character. But the Co-GM part of me wants you to help Ark and Liver bring in their new guys because that's better for the RP in general.

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Wew!

@Emuxe

I finally have an excuse to use this.

[Silver Carrot]

@Jeyma

Why not both? (Eventually)

Besides, she'd probably integrate better in the forest, though a semi-savage Elf and an engineer Dwarf of noble birth sounds fun lol

[SanaChan]

I so want to break out the real Sybil, though if those whispers keep up she might come out anyways. Since technically magic isn't really supposed to working Wellborough and what's keep her sane is magic so *taps chin* But I still need a place for Nyx and Alistair..... I had him chicken out before, maybe I'll just make him affirm his resolve though with the whispers, he could just end up changing his mind about going all together.

[Tortoise]

Since technically magic isn't really supposed to working Wellborough and what's keep her sane is magic so *taps chin*

@SanaChan

They're outside the gates, remember?

Shertul was dragged out of the gates of Wellborough and thus away from the anti-magic, and that's when Kaezira and all the others gathered around, so everyone in the Nephilim group- including Sybil- is outside the anti-magic runes right now. That's how Lumao was able to ride up without his golem dying: they aren't in the gates anymore.

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Alistair..... I had him chicken out before, maybe I'll just make him affirm his resolve though with the whispers, he could just end up changing his mind about going all together.

Are the whispers even aimed at him, @Lawful Newtral?

I'd be interested to see what would happen if someone so shy and anxious was affected, tho, so maybe we should just assume they are.

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@Jeyma

Why not both? (Eventually)

Besides, she'd probably integrate better in the forest, though a semi-savage Elf and an engineer Dwarf of noble birth sounds fun lol

@Silver Carrot

It'd be a weird mix.

Like I imagine Soothammer so serious, and then your elf just breaks the tension by trying to fuck up the braid in his beard or something.