@Arkaotic
So, um, Raziel and Nephilim is/are religions, right?
So, um, Raziel and Nephilim is/are religions, right?
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@Arkaotic
So, um, Raziel and Nephilim is/are religions, right?
They have been and are still (although less so now due to dwindling number and influence) revered in a religious manner, being seen in times past as the saviours and unitors of the realms against Alithe.
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Alithe isn't a bad guy, she just says "fuck your rules" to Raziel on a daily basis. ;n;
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Alithe isn't a bad guy, she just says "fuck your rules" to Raziel on a daily basis. ;n;
Hence I daresay that Alithe would also have a bit of a cult following. To bring together that many warring factions and races under unifying laws and peace took some seriously brutal law/law enforcement leading to a fair amount of resentment from many against Raziel and the Nephilim (Martial law on many occasions sort of thing). It's not unknown in darker times for the Nephilim to take over rule from the council (Working on that right now, most likely representatives from each of the neutral races forming a senate like structure with a Duke figurehead). Soooo, there would be people that would see Alithe as a freedom from a shackled existence.
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Alithe isn't a bad guy, she just says "fuck your rules" to Raziel on a daily basis. ;n;
"Fuck your rules, LAWS OF NATURE!"
-All I have for my character sheet
I haven't really begun yet, but thus far my character is a magic-user who keeps strongly to laws of morality, but has no respect for nature or other "natural" laws. Elves would hate him.
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@Jeyma
And I thought my chars were going to be disliked haha.
OH. SIDENOTE.
Seeing as this is really an exercise in world building and ideally will end up being a multi-instanced rp advancing over time. People are more than welcome to have multiple characters. Ideally I'd like some people to step up for part time roles within the council (once I've fleshed it out) which would only really be characters used here and there to advance worldwide plot events and the like.
And I thought my chars were going to be disliked haha.
OH. SIDENOTE.
Seeing as this is really an exercise in world building and ideally will end up being a multi-instanced rp advancing over time. People are more than welcome to have multiple characters. Ideally I'd like some people to step up for part time roles within the council (once I've fleshed it out) which would only really be characters used here and there to advance worldwide plot events and the like.
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@Emuxe
So, what are your rules on magic?
Particularly, magic focused on changing physical shape and attributes: not shapeshifting into other species, per-say, but permanently growing new body parts or altering one's biological makeup over a long period of time with lots of focus.
So, what are your rules on magic?
Particularly, magic focused on changing physical shape and attributes: not shapeshifting into other species, per-say, but permanently growing new body parts or altering one's biological makeup over a long period of time with lots of focus.
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@Jeyma @emuxe
Well for one, I'd say that permanently changing your form would be a slow process over a long time. Not only that but it would limit exploration into other fields of magic due to the energy needed for the upkeep of your changing body. Going along with this, food intake would have to equal that of the new growth and possibly even some sort of draught/potion to sustain the change without your body rejecting it? Perhaps drunk every day/week something like that?
Thoughts, Emuxe?
Edit: Not to mention the magics would be advanced, may even require either darker knowledge from Alithe's lands or a trip to the Institute?
Well for one, I'd say that permanently changing your form would be a slow process over a long time. Not only that but it would limit exploration into other fields of magic due to the energy needed for the upkeep of your changing body. Going along with this, food intake would have to equal that of the new growth and possibly even some sort of draught/potion to sustain the change without your body rejecting it? Perhaps drunk every day/week something like that?
Thoughts, Emuxe?
Edit: Not to mention the magics would be advanced, may even require either darker knowledge from Alithe's lands or a trip to the Institute?
Had a small heart attack when I thought I lost all this just as I was finishing it *sighs in relief* here's hoping it passes :D
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Full Name: Daewyn Tyrgwyn
Age: About 180
Gender: Male
Birth Date: The seventh day of the third month, or so he says.
Race: Elf
Alignment: Neutral
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Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Hazel
Face Shape: Pointed nose, high cheekbones, strong, thick jawline, but rounded in the sense he isn't going hungry anytime soon.
Skin Tone: Tanned
Height: Six foot, eight inches. 203.2 cm
Weight: 205 lbs, 93 kg.
Body Type: As average as he can manage, not wanting to get overweight, but not really going out of his way to be muscular.
Natural Markings: None
Scar(s): He has scars covered a fair portion of his body. Most of them a thin lines that criss cross over each other from getting caught in wire traps, others are wider, with smooth edges from sword blades, and some are jagged tears from whips.
Tattoo(s): None.
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3 Words: Whimsical, sarcastic, stern (What 3 words would best describe your character's personality?)
Like(s): Being left to his own devices, being occasionally helpful, books, testing out spells and traps on the unsuspecting, finding answers to questions that bother him.
Dislike(s): Being told what to do, being talked to like someone thinks they're better than him, being left with a cliffhanger, someone purposefully withholding an answer he seeks, extreme amounts of effort
Want(s): His ultimate goal is one that he realizes if never going to be complete: he wants knowledge, more and more knowledge. The more there is to know, the more he wants to know it. He also wants to see Sybil find her way in the world. To find a purpose meant just for him.
Fear(s): To run out of answers. Something happening to Sybil.
Colour(s): Teal
Time of Day: Night
Food: Anything sweet
Animal: Uh, cats?
Place in Terra: The Institute- Books, duh?
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Special ablilty/ies: None that he's aware of- hasn't really gone out of his way to find something.
Good at...: He's very good at determining when to use his wit and when to stay silent; he's also good at finding the answers and figuring out where to look to find them if his clues are obscure. He also is apparently good at raising wayward children found lost wandering in the woods.
Bad at...: Not making it clear that he thinks your idea is stupid or what you said is, caring for others plights aside from his own that would take him out of his current way, raising a teenaged girl
Good Habit(s): Listening to others before acting/speaking... or at least letting them finish first
Bad Habit(s): No poker face, not tuning people out if they're long winded or he doesn't agree
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Daewyn grew up learning from his uncle, Nero, all that there was to know at the time about poultices and even the history of the world as he knew it, but Nero always made one thing painfully clear for Daewyn. He said that even with as much knowledge as he had shared with him, he had barely scratched the surface of what all there was to know. The world was huge, practically impossible to completely explore without needing to back track to learn new things that had changed and been discovered in a place you'd already been. Daewyn spent his younger years hanging on his uncle's every word when he was around, but Nero was a wanderer- as could be expected from his tales- and was gone more than he was present. His parents fed the desire to explore and to learn by buying him books and scrolls of random facts and recipes that he would try to memorize or create. His aunt Amera was well versed in magic, an expert at it as much as her brother was an expert at gaining knowledge, and from her he learned the craft and learned to excel at it as well, showing off for her new techniques he'd learned in her absence whenever she would blow through town. She didn't wander for knowledge but rather to avoid creating too deep of roots in a place. Daewyn's mother, Marianna, had explained that their childhood had been fraught with danger from their own father, and that fact had lead Amera to avoiding relationships outside of her siblings, never trusting anyone and never allowing herself to feel much of anything.
Seeing the difference in his mother's siblings showed Daewyn what he wanted to be as an adult, and what he didn't want. He liked the idea of wandering too and from, never really settling too long in a place, but he liked being there long enough to gather information, to always be in the know of what was going on in the different parts of Terra. He didn't go completely unscathed. He had a bit of a witty, sarcastic attitude about everything, including his own failings, which got him into a skirmish or two. He could have easily dealt with each wound so that they didn't leave a mark, but he remembered how many scars his aunt Amera had hidden under her tattoos. He felt like it was a sign of his maturity, his experience, and so he kept them. They also reminded him of what he should and shouldn't do in certain situations in order not to gain more.
It was in these wanderings he'd come across the young Sybil. She couldn't remember much aside from her name and that she was lost when he found her, and he could tell she'd been wandering for a long time. He couldn't help but be moved by her plight and promised to take her with him as he traveled so that maybe they could find her parents as they went. She's been tailing at his heels ever since.
However, Sybil and Daewyn's personal views differed. Daewyn doesn't much see the need for sword play when he's as well versed at magic as he is, but Sybil was impatient when it came to learning something so intangible. She liked the feel of a blade in her hand (she tried the bow and arrow first, but after nearly shooting him, he quickly banned those for good), so he sought out a different sibling of his mother's (she had like five or six, he couldn't remember exactly), Raina, who knew weapons well. She got Sybil started with a sword and knives for close quarter combat, but she wasn't much of a teacher. Raina wasn't typically a wanderer like her other siblings, but somehow always found somewhere else to be when Sybil insisted they go visit her. Daewyn was forced to make stops here and there for Sybil to get her form practice on with a tree or two, though he's finding himself hoping when Sybil has a little more "world knowledge" Raina won't find her so annoying that she keeps leaving and he can leave the two of them together for a change. However, he tried it once, and Sybil acted as if he were the worse traitor there was- that he was trying to go back on his word of helping her find her parents. The thought of that face always evokes a sigh from his lips. He hasn't tried it again since..... yet.
Daewyn is merely a wanderer, picking a what he can find as far as information goes, here and there. He's yet to actually visit the Institute since it's so.... claimed? The idea of getting into the turf war between the nephlim and the revenant doesn't particularly seem like something he wants to do, but the idea of so much knowledge being in one place, it's practically enough to make his mouth water. So he's slowly making his way in that direction, keeping ears out for any other such place, but he knows there is none. He still has Sybil in his company, and he tries to help her improve her battle tactics by having sparring matches with her, but it's like a wolf sparring with a puppy- it's completely one sided.
As he wanders, Daewyn is finding the one thing none of his aunts or uncles could tell him how to find- a purpose. True, he wanted to help find Sybil's parents, or some information about who they were, but what then? What if they never learn that information, what if it's just lost? He desires to find something to do for himself, something to fill the void. But he hasn't the faintest idea of where to even begin trying to find what his heart desires, what would make him feel that much more complete....
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Full Name: Sybil Nightwind
Age: 80
Gender: Female
Birth Date: Not entirely sure, but she knows it was in the springtime
Race: Elf
Alignment: Neutral
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Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Green
Face Shape: Mostly round with a pointed chin
Skin Tone: Mostly fair, though a touch of a tan
Height: 6ft even, 183 cm
Weight: 180 lbs. 82 kg
Body Type: She's more lithe than slender, but Wyn thinks she could put on some weight
Natural Markings: None
Scar(s): None
Tattoo(s): None that she'll admit to
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3 Words: Lively, naive, determined
Like(s): To prove herself capable of living up to expectations, even better if she can surpass those expectations; increasing her skills in both defense and offense; seeing Wyn actually being impressed with her
Dislike(s): When she fails; feeling like she's making no progress in improving her abilities; being looked down on because she's young or because she's a bastard child
Want(s): She wants to learn who her parents are/were, why she was abandoned, and, in a mostly unrelated means to become strong enough to travel on her own- brave enough really.
Fear(s): Being beaten for real in a fight on her own, never learning the truth about her parents, being a burden to Daewyn
Colour(s): Red, but more like blood red rather than rose red, not that she's saying she likes blood
Time of Day: Sunset
Food: Red meat
Animal: Horse
Place in Terra: If she has to pick something it would be the Lake of Terra
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Special ablilty/ies: Nothing that she knows of
Good at...: She is actually quite good at putting together traps for hunting, and she has incredible stamina during a sword fight.
Bad at...: Aiming. Daewyn won't even jokingly put a bow and arrow in her hands. She's also bad at drinking. No tolerance whatsoever.
Good Habit(s): She is diligent in her training, and she follows directions well when she realizes that somene is better at something than her so that she can learn the proper way to do something.
Bad Habit(s): If Daewyn admonishes her for doing something wrong, she tends to get really mouthy and doesn't listen to reason from him specifically
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Sybil's earliest memories were the woods. Being surrounded by them, and the dark of night. She was lost from the start, but at first too confused to realize. She just started walking and walking, following the wind since she couldn't see the sky. She didn't know what the sky was supposed to tell her, but all it had for her was clouds, which she knew wasn't what she wanted. She didn't know why she knew that or how, but she did. She followed the wind whenever and wherever it would blow that night until it brought her to a road. She followed the road, not thinking to ask for help, not yet. She was just trying to remember who she was.
It wasn't until her stomach started to growl that she was pulled from her revere, her fog. She realized her legs ached, she was cold, and now hungry. She looked around, trying to determine where she was, how long she had been walking, but she looked over just as a scarred male reached the crest of the hill where she was standing; he offered her help, offering to help her find her parents. She didn't think about it till he said it that she needed to find them. She thanked him for his help and followed him when he told her to go. She decided that if she followed him, he could help her find the answers she needed- about who she really was and why she was there alone. She remembered her first name was Sybil, but he came up with a last name for her when she kept drawing a blank.
She found the longer she was with Daewyn, the more she looked up to him and wanted to prove herself of worth to him. He didn't really need anyone to protect him- he'd figured that part out- but she didn't want him having to protect her. That's why she wanted to learn how to fight, but magic was too complicated, too time consuming to be bothered with. When she held a sword for the first time, it just felt right, like it fit right into her hand- was meant to. She still needed some training, and Raina was useful enough for getting her started- though she never wanted to and she made that crystal clear. She was fine with that, it was Daewyn trying to leave her with the insipid woman that made her upset. She thought he was abandoning her, that he was going to go back on his word- she knew how he wandered, it could be a decade before he decided to come back! But he didn't and she would make sure to prove her worth so the idea didn't cross his mind again. She didn't want to be alone with so many things unknown.
Sybil is tagging along with Daewyn these 10 long years later, though she's much more efficient with a sword. She realized at some point that she knew the art of the sword already, that it was what was lost in that mind of hers, but she still has no idea what she was and where she was from. She figures that Daewyn was on the right track all along- imagine that, the know-it-all being right- that finding her parents would answer a lot of questions, they could at least tell her who she had been at some point, but she worries about whether or not they're even alive. What if she had gotten lost when running away from something that happened to them? It would explain why she had been empty handed and barefoot.
For now, she just follows her comrade for as long as he'll allow her, and she hopes she can one day conquer her fear of the unknown- or more her fear of abandonment- that she will be able to spread her wings and do things on her own. She doesn't want to be a burden to him and as she has come to realize he's searching for his own purpose- which means she'll be getting in the way. She's been paying close attention to his methods of getting information as of late so that she can do the same herself once she finally decides she's able to go off on her own. But the nighttime darkness whispers threats of solitude and of her being lost forever the second she tries to go her own way....
Basic Information
Full Name: Daewyn Tyrgwyn
Age: About 180
Gender: Male
Birth Date: The seventh day of the third month, or so he says.
Race: Elf
Alignment: Neutral
Appearance
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Hazel
Face Shape: Pointed nose, high cheekbones, strong, thick jawline, but rounded in the sense he isn't going hungry anytime soon.
Skin Tone: Tanned
Height: Six foot, eight inches. 203.2 cm
Weight: 205 lbs, 93 kg.
Body Type: As average as he can manage, not wanting to get overweight, but not really going out of his way to be muscular.
Natural Markings: None
Scar(s): He has scars covered a fair portion of his body. Most of them a thin lines that criss cross over each other from getting caught in wire traps, others are wider, with smooth edges from sword blades, and some are jagged tears from whips.
Tattoo(s): None.
Personality
3 Words: Whimsical, sarcastic, stern (What 3 words would best describe your character's personality?)
Like(s): Being left to his own devices, being occasionally helpful, books, testing out spells and traps on the unsuspecting, finding answers to questions that bother him.
Dislike(s): Being told what to do, being talked to like someone thinks they're better than him, being left with a cliffhanger, someone purposefully withholding an answer he seeks, extreme amounts of effort
Want(s): His ultimate goal is one that he realizes if never going to be complete: he wants knowledge, more and more knowledge. The more there is to know, the more he wants to know it. He also wants to see Sybil find her way in the world. To find a purpose meant just for him.
Fear(s): To run out of answers. Something happening to Sybil.
Favourite...
Colour(s): Teal
Time of Day: Night
Food: Anything sweet
Animal: Uh, cats?
Place in Terra: The Institute- Books, duh?
Skills and Attributes
Skills
Special ablilty/ies: None that he's aware of- hasn't really gone out of his way to find something.
Good at...: He's very good at determining when to use his wit and when to stay silent; he's also good at finding the answers and figuring out where to look to find them if his clues are obscure. He also is apparently good at raising wayward children found lost wandering in the woods.
Bad at...: Not making it clear that he thinks your idea is stupid or what you said is, caring for others plights aside from his own that would take him out of his current way, raising a teenaged girl
Traits
Good Habit(s): Listening to others before acting/speaking... or at least letting them finish first
Bad Habit(s): No poker face, not tuning people out if they're long winded or he doesn't agree
History
The Past
Daewyn grew up learning from his uncle, Nero, all that there was to know at the time about poultices and even the history of the world as he knew it, but Nero always made one thing painfully clear for Daewyn. He said that even with as much knowledge as he had shared with him, he had barely scratched the surface of what all there was to know. The world was huge, practically impossible to completely explore without needing to back track to learn new things that had changed and been discovered in a place you'd already been. Daewyn spent his younger years hanging on his uncle's every word when he was around, but Nero was a wanderer- as could be expected from his tales- and was gone more than he was present. His parents fed the desire to explore and to learn by buying him books and scrolls of random facts and recipes that he would try to memorize or create. His aunt Amera was well versed in magic, an expert at it as much as her brother was an expert at gaining knowledge, and from her he learned the craft and learned to excel at it as well, showing off for her new techniques he'd learned in her absence whenever she would blow through town. She didn't wander for knowledge but rather to avoid creating too deep of roots in a place. Daewyn's mother, Marianna, had explained that their childhood had been fraught with danger from their own father, and that fact had lead Amera to avoiding relationships outside of her siblings, never trusting anyone and never allowing herself to feel much of anything.
Seeing the difference in his mother's siblings showed Daewyn what he wanted to be as an adult, and what he didn't want. He liked the idea of wandering too and from, never really settling too long in a place, but he liked being there long enough to gather information, to always be in the know of what was going on in the different parts of Terra. He didn't go completely unscathed. He had a bit of a witty, sarcastic attitude about everything, including his own failings, which got him into a skirmish or two. He could have easily dealt with each wound so that they didn't leave a mark, but he remembered how many scars his aunt Amera had hidden under her tattoos. He felt like it was a sign of his maturity, his experience, and so he kept them. They also reminded him of what he should and shouldn't do in certain situations in order not to gain more.
It was in these wanderings he'd come across the young Sybil. She couldn't remember much aside from her name and that she was lost when he found her, and he could tell she'd been wandering for a long time. He couldn't help but be moved by her plight and promised to take her with him as he traveled so that maybe they could find her parents as they went. She's been tailing at his heels ever since.
However, Sybil and Daewyn's personal views differed. Daewyn doesn't much see the need for sword play when he's as well versed at magic as he is, but Sybil was impatient when it came to learning something so intangible. She liked the feel of a blade in her hand (she tried the bow and arrow first, but after nearly shooting him, he quickly banned those for good), so he sought out a different sibling of his mother's (she had like five or six, he couldn't remember exactly), Raina, who knew weapons well. She got Sybil started with a sword and knives for close quarter combat, but she wasn't much of a teacher. Raina wasn't typically a wanderer like her other siblings, but somehow always found somewhere else to be when Sybil insisted they go visit her. Daewyn was forced to make stops here and there for Sybil to get her form practice on with a tree or two, though he's finding himself hoping when Sybil has a little more "world knowledge" Raina won't find her so annoying that she keeps leaving and he can leave the two of them together for a change. However, he tried it once, and Sybil acted as if he were the worse traitor there was- that he was trying to go back on his word of helping her find her parents. The thought of that face always evokes a sigh from his lips. He hasn't tried it again since..... yet.
The Present
Daewyn is merely a wanderer, picking a what he can find as far as information goes, here and there. He's yet to actually visit the Institute since it's so.... claimed? The idea of getting into the turf war between the nephlim and the revenant doesn't particularly seem like something he wants to do, but the idea of so much knowledge being in one place, it's practically enough to make his mouth water. So he's slowly making his way in that direction, keeping ears out for any other such place, but he knows there is none. He still has Sybil in his company, and he tries to help her improve her battle tactics by having sparring matches with her, but it's like a wolf sparring with a puppy- it's completely one sided.
As he wanders, Daewyn is finding the one thing none of his aunts or uncles could tell him how to find- a purpose. True, he wanted to help find Sybil's parents, or some information about who they were, but what then? What if they never learn that information, what if it's just lost? He desires to find something to do for himself, something to fill the void. But he hasn't the faintest idea of where to even begin trying to find what his heart desires, what would make him feel that much more complete....
Basic Information
Full Name: Sybil Nightwind
Age: 80
Gender: Female
Birth Date: Not entirely sure, but she knows it was in the springtime
Race: Elf
Alignment: Neutral
Appearance
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Green
Face Shape: Mostly round with a pointed chin
Skin Tone: Mostly fair, though a touch of a tan
Height: 6ft even, 183 cm
Weight: 180 lbs. 82 kg
Body Type: She's more lithe than slender, but Wyn thinks she could put on some weight
Natural Markings: None
Scar(s): None
Tattoo(s): None that she'll admit to
Personality
3 Words: Lively, naive, determined
Like(s): To prove herself capable of living up to expectations, even better if she can surpass those expectations; increasing her skills in both defense and offense; seeing Wyn actually being impressed with her
Dislike(s): When she fails; feeling like she's making no progress in improving her abilities; being looked down on because she's young or because she's a bastard child
Want(s): She wants to learn who her parents are/were, why she was abandoned, and, in a mostly unrelated means to become strong enough to travel on her own- brave enough really.
Fear(s): Being beaten for real in a fight on her own, never learning the truth about her parents, being a burden to Daewyn
Favourite...
Colour(s): Red, but more like blood red rather than rose red, not that she's saying she likes blood
Time of Day: Sunset
Food: Red meat
Animal: Horse
Place in Terra: If she has to pick something it would be the Lake of Terra
Skills and Attributes
Skills
Special ablilty/ies: Nothing that she knows of
Good at...: She is actually quite good at putting together traps for hunting, and she has incredible stamina during a sword fight.
Bad at...: Aiming. Daewyn won't even jokingly put a bow and arrow in her hands. She's also bad at drinking. No tolerance whatsoever.
Traits
Good Habit(s): She is diligent in her training, and she follows directions well when she realizes that somene is better at something than her so that she can learn the proper way to do something.
Bad Habit(s): If Daewyn admonishes her for doing something wrong, she tends to get really mouthy and doesn't listen to reason from him specifically
History
The Past
Sybil's earliest memories were the woods. Being surrounded by them, and the dark of night. She was lost from the start, but at first too confused to realize. She just started walking and walking, following the wind since she couldn't see the sky. She didn't know what the sky was supposed to tell her, but all it had for her was clouds, which she knew wasn't what she wanted. She didn't know why she knew that or how, but she did. She followed the wind whenever and wherever it would blow that night until it brought her to a road. She followed the road, not thinking to ask for help, not yet. She was just trying to remember who she was.
It wasn't until her stomach started to growl that she was pulled from her revere, her fog. She realized her legs ached, she was cold, and now hungry. She looked around, trying to determine where she was, how long she had been walking, but she looked over just as a scarred male reached the crest of the hill where she was standing; he offered her help, offering to help her find her parents. She didn't think about it till he said it that she needed to find them. She thanked him for his help and followed him when he told her to go. She decided that if she followed him, he could help her find the answers she needed- about who she really was and why she was there alone. She remembered her first name was Sybil, but he came up with a last name for her when she kept drawing a blank.
She found the longer she was with Daewyn, the more she looked up to him and wanted to prove herself of worth to him. He didn't really need anyone to protect him- he'd figured that part out- but she didn't want him having to protect her. That's why she wanted to learn how to fight, but magic was too complicated, too time consuming to be bothered with. When she held a sword for the first time, it just felt right, like it fit right into her hand- was meant to. She still needed some training, and Raina was useful enough for getting her started- though she never wanted to and she made that crystal clear. She was fine with that, it was Daewyn trying to leave her with the insipid woman that made her upset. She thought he was abandoning her, that he was going to go back on his word- she knew how he wandered, it could be a decade before he decided to come back! But he didn't and she would make sure to prove her worth so the idea didn't cross his mind again. She didn't want to be alone with so many things unknown.
The Present
Sybil is tagging along with Daewyn these 10 long years later, though she's much more efficient with a sword. She realized at some point that she knew the art of the sword already, that it was what was lost in that mind of hers, but she still has no idea what she was and where she was from. She figures that Daewyn was on the right track all along- imagine that, the know-it-all being right- that finding her parents would answer a lot of questions, they could at least tell her who she had been at some point, but she worries about whether or not they're even alive. What if she had gotten lost when running away from something that happened to them? It would explain why she had been empty handed and barefoot.
For now, she just follows her comrade for as long as he'll allow her, and she hopes she can one day conquer her fear of the unknown- or more her fear of abandonment- that she will be able to spread her wings and do things on her own. She doesn't want to be a burden to him and as she has come to realize he's searching for his own purpose- which means she'll be getting in the way. She's been paying close attention to his methods of getting information as of late so that she can do the same herself once she finally decides she's able to go off on her own. But the nighttime darkness whispers threats of solitude and of her being lost forever the second she tries to go her own way....
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@Jeyma @emuxe
Well for one, I'd say that permanently changing your form would be a slow process over a long time. Not only that but it would limit exploration into other fields of magic due to the energy needed for the upkeep of your changing body. Going along with this, food intake would have to equal that of the new growth and possibly even some sort of draught/potion to sustain the change without your body rejecting it? Perhaps drunk every day/week something like that?
Thoughts, Emuxe?
Edit: Not to mention the magics would be advanced, may even require either darker knowledge from Alithe's lands or a trip to the Institute?
I second this.
@SanaChan I love them, especially Sybil! They're both accepted!
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Well for one, I'd say that permanently changing your form would be a slow process over a long time. Not only that but it would limit exploration into other fields of magic due to the energy needed for the upkeep of your changing body. Going along with this, food intake would have to equal that of the new growth and possibly even some sort of draught/potion to sustain the change without your body rejecting it? Perhaps drunk every day/week something like that?
Thoughts, Emuxe?
Edit: Not to mention the magics would be advanced, may even require either darker knowledge from Alithe's lands or a trip to the Institute?
I agree with everything you said, actually, and I was planning on already going that way :D
My character will use no other form of magic, aside from an occasional healing spell.
The process will take weeks or months for every augmentation, and it will cause bouts of pain during periods of bone-growth (because if you're going to change your form, you have to change your bones as well: growing an arm means growing arm bones, growing a finger means growing finger joints). The pain will be treated through light healing magic and potions, though he has no knowledge of alchemy himself: he buys the potions from local shops.
I can perhaps squeeze something in about my character having learned it from some creepy wizard or Revenant in Alithe's lands
, but I'd rather them not actually be a follower of any religion/faction at the start.Yay! :D *does a happy dance*
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@Jeyma He could have learned it from a Revenant wizard, 'cause they're free to talk to and do what they want.
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@Jeyma He could have learned it from a Revenant wizard, 'cause they're free to talk to and do what they want.
So the idea of that form of magic is okay, then?
I want to know for absolutely sure before I start writing the C.S., so I don't have to go back and change it.
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@Jeyma Yeah, it's allowed; I appreciate that you had already thought of the limitations that we put on it. :P
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While I'm on the subject, they'll probably eat just an unholy amount of food to keep up with the energy of all those extra body parts. Like, just everything in sight: it's getting eaten. Chefs beware.
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The biggest glutton in the universe.
Just don't eat Sophia's food 'cause you'll die. She's the worst cook.
Just don't eat Sophia's food 'cause you'll die. She's the worst cook.
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Chucking some notes down before editing into master post
Although the Nephilim have always been few in number, since the last great war against Alithe's dark forces some 500 years ago, there are fewer than ever. It is only through a respectful fear and great personal power that they hold the accords and laws governing the tenuous peace among the distrusting neutral races going though now even this influence wavers as they are spread thinner and thinner. No longer do they have the power to challenge Alithe directly and worse still, as tensions rise there are those among the Neutral races that believe the Nephilim no longer have the power needed or even the right to govern and protect the realms. Many have forgotten the danger of Alithe and her minions and governing bodies vie for ever greater control and influence among the realms, splintering the races further.
To add to the distrust against the Nephilim, they are given near ultimate authority over law, able to act as judge, jury, and executioner. Although each Nephilim is free to choose most aspects of his or her armament, there are a few key features that define them out of any crowd.
- An ashen white cloak as standard (Some Nephilim choose to adjust it's length and alter in different ways). The cloak is imbued with a few enchantments such as waterproofing and the fabric equalling armour in combat.
- Tattoo like markings of the Runes handed down from Raziel granting various powers and abilities (will be discussed later)
- The Braidh. The Braidh is a blessed artifact forged specific to each Nephilim that holds two forms. It is able to take the form of a hand and a half sword (along the lines of the image below) as well as a slender long chain only just thicker than a silver chain necklace. In both forms the braidh is embewed with a number of useful traits. Although not all a known, it is known that the Braidh is able to cut through any enchantment and there has yet been an armour to successfully turn aside the Braidh in sword form. Not only this but the Braidh is the primary tool in capturing criminals, as once the Braidh has been wrapped around the wrists of a being whilst in it's chain form, all strength and power is sapped from them, rendering the being helpless. As the Braidh has been forged to the fabric of each nephilim, all it's powers become inert when not weilded by its rightful owner.
Raziel's Runes
(need to find pics)
As not all of Raziel's children hold the use of magic, nor even the magic users hold the abilities required by Raziel for them to perform their duties, Raziel passed down his own powers within the limited forms of Runic markings seared upon the body. Each rune has an associated power which is then fused to the soul of the being wearing it. The exact number of Runes are unknown but there are some known of
- Various Runes marking transcendence from mortal form to the part Angelic form that is the Nephilim
- Rune that provides protection from mind intrusion
- Rune for Clarity of sight (as well as clarity of people's intents)
- Rune of protection, allowing the nephilim to take serious hits physically and magically
- Rune of Blinding light. This is the most known among supersition. Upon placing a hand upon the forehead of a being, the nephilim sends searing light throughout their mind and bodies. The light is the literally flame of Raziel himself and is used as a form of execution. The eyes are burnt from the head of the victim, with glimmering cracks forming along the husk of the body. The light cleanses all darkness from the victim and it is said that there may even be some that have survived over the years, though you can never trust rumours. Remember, when you see the light, Iron justice is at hand.
- Rune of Endurance. Allows the Neph to fight long after the limitations of their previous forms
- Rune of healing. Whilst it won't immediately fix any ailment, given enough time this rune allows for the nephilim to come back from all but the most mortal of wounds.
Must take note that while the runes are powerful, they all have their limits and faults.
To add to the distrust against the Nephilim, they are given near ultimate authority over law, able to act as judge, jury, and executioner. Although each Nephilim is free to choose most aspects of his or her armament, there are a few key features that define them out of any crowd.
- An ashen white cloak as standard (Some Nephilim choose to adjust it's length and alter in different ways). The cloak is imbued with a few enchantments such as waterproofing and the fabric equalling armour in combat.
- Tattoo like markings of the Runes handed down from Raziel granting various powers and abilities (will be discussed later)
- The Braidh. The Braidh is a blessed artifact forged specific to each Nephilim that holds two forms. It is able to take the form of a hand and a half sword (along the lines of the image below) as well as a slender long chain only just thicker than a silver chain necklace. In both forms the braidh is embewed with a number of useful traits. Although not all a known, it is known that the Braidh is able to cut through any enchantment and there has yet been an armour to successfully turn aside the Braidh in sword form. Not only this but the Braidh is the primary tool in capturing criminals, as once the Braidh has been wrapped around the wrists of a being whilst in it's chain form, all strength and power is sapped from them, rendering the being helpless. As the Braidh has been forged to the fabric of each nephilim, all it's powers become inert when not weilded by its rightful owner.
Raziel's Runes
(need to find pics)
As not all of Raziel's children hold the use of magic, nor even the magic users hold the abilities required by Raziel for them to perform their duties, Raziel passed down his own powers within the limited forms of Runic markings seared upon the body. Each rune has an associated power which is then fused to the soul of the being wearing it. The exact number of Runes are unknown but there are some known of
- Various Runes marking transcendence from mortal form to the part Angelic form that is the Nephilim
- Rune that provides protection from mind intrusion
- Rune for Clarity of sight (as well as clarity of people's intents)
- Rune of protection, allowing the nephilim to take serious hits physically and magically
- Rune of Blinding light. This is the most known among supersition. Upon placing a hand upon the forehead of a being, the nephilim sends searing light throughout their mind and bodies. The light is the literally flame of Raziel himself and is used as a form of execution. The eyes are burnt from the head of the victim, with glimmering cracks forming along the husk of the body. The light cleanses all darkness from the victim and it is said that there may even be some that have survived over the years, though you can never trust rumours. Remember, when you see the light, Iron justice is at hand.
- Rune of Endurance. Allows the Neph to fight long after the limitations of their previous forms
- Rune of healing. Whilst it won't immediately fix any ailment, given enough time this rune allows for the nephilim to come back from all but the most mortal of wounds.
Must take note that while the runes are powerful, they all have their limits and faults.
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