[OOC] Kingdom of Avalon

[Eveekitten]

Characters/Roll -
Princess - Evelyn Argentum
Assassin/Thief - Dagmar Jenkins

The world is unlike that we know, with magic, mystical beings and creatures all a wonder, but not so unusual here. The lands are spread far and wide, ranging from great valleys, to dense magical forests, to the most desolate dry rocky tundras. Much of the land is wild and over grown, and remains unexplored by all but it's natural inhabitants. There are still creatures in this world that others have never witnessed themselves, but have only heard about in stories. All that seems make believe and fairy tales in this world, are true, and some quite dangerous, while others, simply breath taking.

Throughout the world, inhabitants have taken spreads of land and claimed it as their own, Kingdoms reigning large areas and people, while neighboring Kingdoms keep their borders protected from invaders and the unknown. The Kingdom of Avalon is the greatest known to living kind, it's mass spreads for miles and miles, covering forests, and valleys, stopping just shy of the great mountains. The castle itself is massive, but houses several families of it's own, including those of royal heritage. The rulers of this particular Kingdom are known for their kindness and generous nature, they care for their lands and the people within, welcoming strangers with open arms, while also protecting all from any dangers that may attempt their way of life. The castle is also home to the workers of the royal families, from castle guards to council of court. The council of court are a group of highly useful beings who gather to deliberate on important matters, in the end, it is the King's say, but his council has been a good source of power from the beginning.

Of course, not everything is perfection within the Kingdom of Avalon, with a population as large as this one, problems are going to occur. Not every being is kind and good hearted, and more than a few would love to have their chance to over throw the most powerful Kingdom. War is a constant possibility and the Kingdom must do it's best to remain vigilant for any threat.

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The castle is vast and cascading.

Ground Floor:
Central -
The Throne Room - This room is where the royal family meet during the day, each hold court or meetings in this room one on one, or regarding royal family matters.
The Council of Court Room - This room holds a large table with a chair intended for each member. It is a place off limits to all who aren't apart of the Council.

West Wing -
The Kitchens - This room is full of the finest materials needed to cook with and several chefs of every variety.
The Dining Lounge - A room where many members of the castle gather to eat
The Servants Quarters - This is where all the servants live. There are several rooms and beds within each and made relatively comfortable. The Royal Family is known for it's kindness towards it's help.

East Wing -
The Ball Room - An extremely large room with lavish decor that sparkle invitingly. A fantastic jeweled chandelier hangs in the center of the room, glistening in the light of it's own candles. There is a small platform meant for live music while the rest of the floor is sleek and grand enough to fit hundreds of guests comfortably.
Library - A room full to the brim with books of every kind
More Servants Quarters - To help keep both from being overly crowded, two have been given for comfort.

Second Floor:
West Wing -
Guard Quarters - This entire wing has been given to the Royal Guard and their families.

East Wing -
Castle Working Quarters - This entire wing has been given to all Royal Employees that are slightly more important than Servants.

Third Floor -
Both Wings -
Council of Court - The Council of Court have been given this entire floor to stay in for both them and their families.

Fourth Floor -
Both Wings -
The Royal Family - Each member of the Royal Family have their own room on this floor.

The castle is spread greatly and has plenty of room for all of it's inhabitants.

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Rules:

Nobody likes them, but they exist for a reason, and the one difficulty with this particular setting is the over powered, so there's a point to these things

1. No over powered/God like characters
2. No more than two powers at a time for now
3. When fighting, no automatic hits
4. No God Modding/Metagaming
5. No killing somebody else's character without permission from that person
6. Try to stay active! I know, real lives get involved, mine do too, but I will do my best to try to come on at least once a day.
7. If you are going to be gone for long periods of time, let me know and I will continue to hold a spot for you.
8. If you are gone for more than two weeks without any effort to contact me and let me know, your character will be killed off.
9. Have fun!

As an added thought, I am TOTALLY open to story line ideas! So feel free to run with them, as long as they don't completely derail somebody else's character.

Character Profile

Name:
Age:
Species:
Title:
Job:

Powers (if any):
Weapons (if any):
Likes:
Dislikes:
Talents: (what are you good at)

Personality:

Background:

Pic/Description:

[Eveekitten]

Character Profile

Name:
Evelyn Argentum

Age:
16

Species:
Shifter

Title:
Princess of Avalon

Job:
She is supposed to be 3rd in line for the throne, she learns what she can about the kingdom. She finds it part of her responsibility to keep things safe.

Powers (if any):
Shapeshifting - Eve can change into several creatures, but her abilities grow whenever she interacts with a new creatures.
Water Wielding - She can control the movement of water, she is still learning to control this power.

Weapons (if any):
A pair of wrist daggers (she keeps them hidden up her sleeves as she is not supposed to be carrying weapons)

Likes:
Adventure
Exploring
Stories
Her Kingdom
Her Father
Fighting
Practicing with her Powers
Animals

Dislikes:
Being Controlled
Acting Like a "Princess"
Failing
Anyone threatening The Kingdom

Talents:
She is growing in her abilities to control water and shape shift. She can wield her knives decently. She is particularly talented at keeping secrets.

Personality:
Eve is a bit of a day dreamer, she longs for adventure and excitement like she reads about in her books. She doesn't believe that a Princess' only role is to sit around and look pretty. She has been taking her lessons about the Kingdom's politics very seriously, hoping to do as good of a job at ruling as her parents do. Though she is strictly forbidden, she spends an hour each night practicing her abilities in battle. At least, as much as she can by herself. She feels it is important to be able to protect her family as much as it is for the guards. She is fiercely loyal to her family, her Kingdom, and it's people, doing everything that she can to help when she can, if she can. She dreams of adventure, but she also has no real desire to leave when she feels like she's needed here.

Background:
As far as the Princess knows, she was born to the King and Queen of Avalon and has been raised to be the loving, caring young lady that she has become today. She was given lessons in reading, writing, music, and history, eventually spreading out to the politics of her Kingdom. She spent her child as a happy, somewhat carefree child living in a lavish lifestyle. As she grew a little older, she found herself devouring stories about great warriors who were brave hero's who sacrificed their life to save others. The adventure, the excitement, and the heroics grabbed her in a way that no other stories ever had. It became an interest of hers to learn how to fight, so that she may one day be a hero. Her father wanted to hear nothing of it, she was not to wield a weapon and her powers were not to be used for fighting.

It was on her 14th birthday that she was given her first pair of fighting daggers, though she could not be sure where they came from. They were left in her room and she was able to keep them hidden from her father for the following couple of years, doing her best to train herself. She really wished that she could have a partner to practice with like the guards had out in the training grounds. She would watch them out of her window, learning new moves and trying out some of their techniques in her secrecy. She has grown into a very lovely young lady who, on the outside, seems proper and poise, the way her father wishes... Yet, every now and then, a bit of her true self comes out, especially when something causes her to grow excited.

Pic:

Princess Eve

[Eveekitten]

Name:
Dagmar Jenkins

Age:
That's not important

Species:
Mixed

Title:
Useful

Job:
Hired Assassin and Thief (not that anybody knows that)

Powers (if any):
None that anybody knows of

Weapons (if any):
She has a vast variety of weapons that she is familiar with and is almost always seen carrying something different with her depending on the day.

Likes:
Success
Money/Gold
Her pet
Power
Keeping her Word
Helping others keep their word

Dislikes:
People who go back on their word
Getting stolen from

Talents:
Stealth, weaponry, collecting payment, keeping her word, disguise

Personality:
Dags is a world class anything she wants to be, she isn't the type to go parading her abilities, but then, her reputation proceeds her enough that she gets hired frequently... for a modest fee. She doesn't trust anybody easily, while at the same time following her own code of honor. She has no qualms about making others abide by that same code, mostly that being, if you say your going to do something, you had better follow through. She very much dislikes liars and those who try to cheat her out of what is rightfully hers, always finding someway to get back at them. She does have a certain amount of loyalty to those that she's promised her services to, and for the most part, will do what she can to remain loyal until they give her a reason not to be, or her loyalty is no longer required.

Background:
Dags was born into a poor family with more mouths to feed than sense. Dags was the eldest of five children, and therefor saw it her responsibility to do what she could to provide for her younger siblings. Their father was a devout religious man who gave all he could to his church, preaching to his family that one day, all of their efforts would get paid back. The years drew on, and still he continued to give what little money they had. Dags had taken to the streets, attempting to sell whatever she could in the hopes of being able to buy a single loaf of bread for their family. She attempted on several occassions with no interest shown to her what-so-ever. She could feel herself growing weak with hunger, ravenous even... She needed food. An apple cart stood nearby, the man attending it had his back to her. Quick as a whip she rushed over, slipping behind the man's back and grabbing several apples off the cart. A man in the crowd did spot her, but she had disappeared before he could say anything to the salesman. Having ducked behind a wall, she devoured the first apple in just a few bites. She ate the second one a little slower, allowing herself to enjoy the taste a little better. It took her a moment before she realized what she had done... When she returned home, she found her youngest sibling had died from starvation... When her father returned home, his greatest solution was to take his body to the church, where they would surely help them in their greatest hour of need. Dags followed, hoping that, perhaps, the church would do what her father always said they would. They agreed to pray, and asked her father for a small donation to their cause, to which the father agreed. It was at that moment when she realized that the church was never going to help them and with her father blind and her mother unwilling to do anything, she vowed to do everything in her power to keep her siblings fed.

Over the years, she grew lithe and agile, finding it easy to take the things that she needed for both herself and her family. As she aged, she began to grow resentful towards her parents for not providing more, for not doing what they had to. Eventually she moved on and joined a guild, which trained her to be even better than she was, making her one of the best. Her skills caught the attention of the elite, who were as crooked as they were wealthy, they were willing to pay her great riches for her efforts. As the jobs continued, she found the things that she was willing to do and things that she wasn't as much, and she built her code. Every month she drops a small amount at the doorstep of her siblings homes.

Pic/Description:

Dags Jenkin

[EllisBell]

Woohoo I'm so excited! I'll hopefully have a character up tomorrow ^_^.

[Starberries]

Same, I'll be trying to get a character up in the next day or two depending on how busy things get with the holidays. Looking forward to this!

[Scrub Mage]

I haven't properly roleplayed in a while, but I really want to get back into it, as of late. I hope you don't mind me getting a little bit "out there" in terms of characters. I'm willing to admit that this guy's probably got his fair share of issues, so whatever you want me to edit or change, let me know.

Tel Than

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A sketch of a young Tel Than, when he was still known as "Groaner".

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Age:
Tel Than is roughly 800 years old.

Species:
Tel Than is an enchanted Olive Tree.

Title:
Eld Uum
[Old Thinker – Sage]

Job:
Philosopher & Court Healer
Tel Than is a prodigal healer which was practically grown for the job. While things didn’t go exactly as planned, he’s still on the castle grounds, and his olives (on top of being tasty) are great for one’s health. Because he is a tree, and cannot move, he reads a lot, and over the years has digested enough philosophy to talk about it at length.

Powers:
Ren Than
The olives which grow from Tel Than are more than just a healthy snack.

Ren Than

[A rough translation of Ren Than: Toward Life]
Tel Than has delved into the esoteric lore of Biomancy, but his branches cannot form the motions to cast most of the spells. As a result, he channels most of his focus into his olives (as well as branches, and their leaves), enchanting them. Eating one of Tel Than’s olives is quite an experience, including (but not necessarily limited to) the following effects:
- Increased fertility
- Wild hair growth
- Mending wounds
- A temporary layer of bark
- Panacea (Cures most diseases, excluding those of a magical origin)
Additionally, the soil around Tel Than is excessively healthy due to the olives which have fallen, and the courtyard he resides in is lush with wildlife. It’s like a miniature wood.

Oul Than
The roots which run underneath Tel Than are mostly peaceful.

Oul Than

[A rough translation of Oul Than: Toward Death]
Tel Than has also delved into the esoteric lore of Necromancy, but again, his branches cannot form the motions necessary for some of the more powerful spells. As a result, he channels most of his focus into his roots, enchanting them. Where his roots run, things decompose faster, and things do not like to stay dead. While he cannot resurrect a person, he can raise their corpse to tend to his grove, for a time.

Likes:
Sunshine
Rain
Reading/Being read to
Esoteric lore
Plants
Water
Conversation
Clean air
Art
Music
Healthy soil
Teaching

Dislikes:
Axes
Lumberjacks
Bad soil
Being unable to turn the page in books
Deforestation
Nosy squirrels
The fact that he cannot move
Explaining his perceptions to people
Bad writing
People who misinterpret his teaching
Too much sun
Monsoon season
Fire
Winter

Talents:
Tel Than is a very talented speaker, especially given the fact that he is a tree.
He is a very skilled teacher.
He creates poetry in his down time.
He can predict the weather.
Given his long lifetime, he has lots of advice.
He is very well-versed in the lore of the world, even esoteric lore.

Personality:
For a tree, Tel Than is very impatient. He hungers for knowledge insatiably, and gets anxious when he is not learning or teaching. He does not display this impatience directly, preferring a guise of stoic contentment, but the truth is that he is fearful of his mortality. It’s a strange thing for a tree, fearing death, but it is a part of who he is. While he loves to converse with people, he is very hesitant to reveal much information about himself, but from the way he speaks of ideology, politics, and the like, it is clear that his branches stretch to the sun itself. He is also very ashamed that he did not live up to his intended purpose, which is why he is so devoted to fertility magic. When Tel Than was first learning to speak, and understand, language, he was taught an esoteric dialect, which he still sprinkles into his speech. When he is not talking, and his thoughts are not too heavy, he occasionally hums to himself. The melodies are not any music that has been written, but they are clearly untrained. While he expresses a desire to learn musical theory, he does not believe he has found someone that would fit his style.

Background:
Tel Than was planted during a famine, an experiment by a Runelord to provide food unending to those who needed it. When he was still a seedling, his shell was delicately carved with a series of fertility symbols which read, “Bless this one’s growth”. Of course, the vague statement allowed much more room than mere agricultural interpretation. The seed sprouted quickly, grew quickly, and the like. While it worked, it did not provide the infinite food that the Runelord had hoped for, and so it was passed on to the ruling king instead.

Tel Than’s could not be kept in a pot for long, his growth being rampant, and so he was planted in the courtyard, and his bark was engraved with symbols to slow his growth. He was lucky to preserve the growth of his intellect, but found himself disappointed that he could no longer imagine the day when his olives would rain from the sky. His intelligence went unnoticed by most, and he feared that he would expire before it was. And so, he tried his best to understand the language of the flesh.

Understanding the language of the flesh was difficult. They had mouths, he did not. They gnashed sound together with tooth, tongue, and lip. He lacked these things, and could barely understand the concept. He moved his leaves as he thought their lips would move, but it did not work anything like they would. He could rustle them ever-so-slightly, but it was meaningless when it came down to it. He rustled to try garnering attention, but most people attributed it to the wind. Of course, he was baffled when the wind was nowhere to be found. He developed patterns next, but none would hear him out. He groaned, and whatever latent energies within him were released. It was not much, but it was audible, and it brought a few heads to investigate. And of the heads he reared, none found him. He sighed at the fact, and allowed a rumble through his bark once more. Again, a few more heads, but no willing ears. It was this way for some time, and he even earned the nickname of “Groaner”, which he hated.

“Groaning Olives” became a delicacy in the castle, as his dedication to sorrow instilled a bitter flavor into his produce. This proved to be the catalyst to understanding, as he now had a regular attendant. Occasionally the attendant would speak to Tel Than, expressing some of the woes of his life. Occasionally, he would rustle his leaves contentedly, sometimes even dropping an olive onto the attendant’s head. They never would quite understand one another, but the time they spent together taught Tel Than the value of the flesh, and so his resolve was strengthened.

When the attendant perished, Tel Than let out his loudest groan. He was quite upset about the whole thing, and the combined woes of his situation fled from him. It was a visiting Magus who discovered the source of the groans, and so it was that the Magus gifted Tel Than with speech. His voice was unnatural, and hard to wield. All he was taught was to control his groaning: the temper, the pitch, the velocity, and so on. His voice was, and still is, unlike anything flesh can produce, wheezing, and sighing with the stretching of bark.

With voice in trunk, he could learn, he could ask questions. He became apprentice to the Magus who gave him voice, but did not follow his path. Instead, he chose to pursue fertility, in honor of his attendant friend. He wanted to surround himself with life, so that he would not have to groan anymore. His olives stopped coming in so frequently, but they were much worthier of the delicate status they were given. Soon, he had turned the courtyard into a place of beauty. He stands tall enough now to see over the walls of the castle, and is constantly lost in thought.

When his Magus friend passed away, he requested to be buried underneath the tree, and the curious Tel Than could not help but letting his roots try to extract the knowledge within his former friend. What he learned appalled him for a time, and he wondered how much of their relationship was built upon lies. But after a few oliveless years, he understood that who his friend was before did not matter, and that he appreciated him for who he was. Of course, he refuses to speak of what he learned, though if pressed about his necromancy (which he is hesitant to admit to in the first place), he confesses that the two things are related.

Regardless, Tel Than is regarded as a superb healer. His constant communication with mages of any sort, as well as his history as a part of the castle, has earned him some degree of respect. In the few hundred years since his teacher of language died, he has had much room for studying Biomancy, as well as elaborating on the hints of Necromancy he knows. While he’s managed to have a few people read books to him on the subjects, much of what he knows is self-taught, and so his magic is rather unique. Then again, Tel Than himself is a rather unique specimen.

[Lumiere]

I'll have something up today or tomorrow, just working out some kinks with the backstory.

[Lumiere]

Oh boy, I hope it's not trash!
x_x

Ahnciel

Name
Ahnciel (No last name) 'Ahnci'

Age
Appears late teens

Species
Chimeric Homunculus
(An amalgamation of alchemy and druidic magic, life was grown with material from humans, rabbits, snakes and cats)

Title
Slave
Fugitive
Drowned Rat

Job
Unemployed

Powers (if any)
Mahjikose
Prayers offered to his dark savior whom Ahnci knows only as 'The Fish' are returned with a creeping understanding of the cold abyss. The magic manifests as a physical force often depicted as wires, hooks and clawed hands intended to harry, maim and bind victims. However, good intentions have controlled this nightmare ink to serve the purpose of keenly suturing and binding wounds, infusing injury with wild essence that stabilizes when united with life force. The result is swift first aid and accelerated healing that snuffs scars...assuming the subject can deal with stitches.
The other half of these boons is a mild manipulation of ice magics. The weak and aura-based spells usually come in the form of conjuring a cloud of frigid fog for obscuring vision and distracting those who enter it with rapidly accumulating frost or freezing small patches of water.

Equipment
- A cloak shoddily crafted from a thick portion of a now tattered tapestry. Likely belonged to a noble lineage in some distant land. Obscures his unnatural features well enough.
- A simple pocketwatch, two ornate rings too big for him to wear...likely stolen.
- A keyring holding various pieces of slim metal beaten into the shape of a makeshift lockpick set.
- Two flasks found at the scene of the wreck which Luciel assumed was water until getting his first taste, their contents seem to serve well for aiding in starting fires, though (sailors' rum).
- About 12 silver in an assortment of coins.
- Pappenheimer rapier (Likely stolen)

Likes
Fish
Root Vegetables
Power
Outdoors
Music
Earpets
The thrill of success
Gratitude
'Daylight'

Dislikes
Humans (Or anything that can be mistaken for a human)
Bright lights / Loud noises
Being Underestimated
Water deeper than knee-high
Alcohol
Dogs
Cramped spaces

Talents
Ahnci's small, slim, lithe stature allow ease for fitting into small spaces, hiding or avoiding being struck (With varying success. Boot-sized bruises still linger from recent abuse prior to escape). Standing at roughly 5', he is anything but imposing, though he still retains knowledge of 'training' as the duke's son's 'sparring partner', so to speak. His style of fighting is undisciplined and leans more towards ambush tactics and cheap shots. However, the drilling left Ahnci adept with most slim swords...dishonorable, but formidable.
Leading up to his escape, Ahnciel had plenty of practice in picking locks to undo his binds. However, magical locks are currently beyond his expertise.
Animalistic splices left him with discerning cat-like eyes able to see reasonably well in low-light conditions. Tall rabbit-like ears hear about as well as one could expect. Additionally, he sports pronounced upper and lower K9s and a determined bite would certainly hurt.
Previously serving as a servant of sorts for nobility, Ahnci knows how to cook and play string instruments.

Personality
Ahnci is soft spoken and often comes off as timid, though he has developed a nasty habit of 'fear biting'. He is inexperienced with the world and is often seen as naive or even foolish, though has enough street smarts and common sense to avoid dangerous situations if possible. Nastiness from his old life rubbed off on him, and his recently-obtained freedom enkindled slightly haughty tendencies.
Repeated abuse has worn down any love he would have towards humans as well as his inherent disposition, leaving him almost seeming 'hollow' at times when thinking, concentrating or daydreaming. Outside of this, Ahnci is excitable and eccentric when expressing emotions. Curious of this new world outside of servitude, he has a distinct fascination with the accumulation of knowledge and an abstract method of defining experiences and that which he witnesses in an almost poetic way. Ahnci means well, believing in the good in the world but what with murder and theft working out for him so far, he's morally gray as far as problem solving goes.

Background
Ahnciel was commissioned by a wealthy lord far to the north; an experiment in creating life as to backwards-engineer necro-druidism for the purpose of cheapening the funding of a private army. The materials and expenses in the...acquisition of such materials proving to be worth the time and effort as his alchemist's experiment finally resulted in a success out of the fifty or so failures. As mostly a stunt to earn funding to further the pursuit, the homunculus 'Ahnciel' was gifted to the lord and his son since he was otherwise worthless and killing him with the intention of repurposing pieces for sequential batches was proven not to be efficient or effective.
This was proven by the previous three attempts prior to Ahnci.

While Ahnciel was trained by the lord's son in swordsmanship, the two were disappointed by his size and associated weakness in conventional combat. Eventually, as the failures which followed his creation began to pile up, the focus on his training lessened and focus built him in the way of servitude. The lord had given up on his alchemist's endeavors with only Ahnciel to show for it.
Frustration was taken out on the creature which steadily grew over the course of half a year before halting. The next three years were hardly worth mentioning until a fateful day during practice where the homunculus 'accidentally' ran the lord's son through after getting an opening.

Scheming and sabotage went into learning how to pick the locks to his chains and sneaking out at night to file down the tip of his otherwise blunted training tool. When the time came, what was supposed to be a slash was feinted into a stab, snuffing out his master's brood. All of the time and keen affinity towards the acquisition of knowledge built a technique which Ahciel adapted for the sake of escape, ambushing and killing three guards and the lord, himself.

The sadist that the named noble was known to be had many enemies with the means to employ assassins, though diplomacy and power had built a shield for the man and his son until that moment. As the province of Ispar tore itself apart in the midst of a power-vacuum, Ahnciel absconded in disguise and hadn't been seen since.
Though dinner guests were aware of the oddity, none assumed the 'Sinclair Pet' would turn on its masters so violently, and the only other soul informed on its existence was the alchemist who'd been fired a year back.

The province buckled under white-collar civil war over the course of the cold-case investigation, and an otherwise insignificant trader vessel was lost to a storm at sea...its contents discarded on some distant shore.

perspective

Speaking ill of the dead is not my intention, as they are gone and cannot hear my words no matter how loud I scream.
Existence came as suddenly as one would wake from sleep, and all I knew since then has been one nightmare after the other. It begins with a monster of a man and his monster of a son and ends with both of them dead for their vileness. There would have likely been more, but I was smart enough to know when it was time to leave.
I had spent maybe a day on the run before coming across the perfect place to rest. Unbeknownst to me, the crate of linins was bound to be transferred by boat to destinations unknown to me. Wherever it was, the ship would not reach it as the force of a storm toppled the craft.
To this day, I'm not entirely certain how I survived. I dreamt of a creature within the darkness of the waves who came to my aid, massive as the shore as black as night. Though it did not speak, we came to an understanding that my mortality was left to its mercy and that it had no interest in my soul at that moment. Though I did not hear it speak, I knew words which it etched into my mind; formless syllables and cryptic verses whose very recollection brought power through even the vaguest attempts to pronounce them.
...Existence returned to me as suddenly as one would wake from sleep, dashed upon the shore with the corpses of sailors and passengers as well as their cargo. Understanding the value of coin, I rummaged for what I could fill my pockets with, though I knew nothing regarding what it could be spent on. Monsters had the same idea in mind and I was forced to flee with a small collection of coin, baubles, my cloak and a single rapier.

Pic/Description

Ahnci stands at 5ft with an androgynously lithe swimmer's tone, pale skin, blond hair and crimson eyes. Sports rabbit-like ears and a matching tail plume, vertically slit pupils, ink-black sclera, pronounced upper and lower K9s, forked blue-ish black tongue.
In spite of his status, Ahnci was dressed well as to be shown off by the rich lord who could commission his creation. Wears whatever is practical, though a bit spoiled by softer materials.

Pic

Alternate outfit

[BKburke]

I have a question. Is there a difference between powers and racial abilities?

For example, if someone picks a race that can see in complete darkness, is that a power?

[Eveekitten]

I was sort of playing with that concept myself at first, like, I made a shapeshifter, so, I wasn't sure if she should be allowed to have her shape shifting powers on top of two others... In the end, I decided to include the shapeshifting powers as one of her two powers, because even if it's a power that you get from your race, it is still considered a power. So, I would say that any powers within your race will be considered of your two powers... BUT... I am willing to allow characters to learn new powers as time goes on... But within reason. This just keeps the initial characters from being too over powered from the beginning.

Keep up the good work peeps!

[Karos]

@Eveekitten If you're still accepting people I'd love to take part, hopefully this fits the bill well enough?

Telos Hastor

Name: Telos Hastor
Age: 19
Species: Human
Title: Prince of Venetia
Job: 2nd in line to the throne of Venetia, royal patron of the Mages Guild of Venetia.

Powers (if any):
Electromancy - Like nearly all of his father's line Telos is adept at manipulating electrical energy. This can range from generating a small static charge to warm his drinks whilst studying, to calling forth bolts of lightning to strike those who would dare harm the people of Venetia.

Telepath - A gift of his mother's lineage Telos has a degree of telepathic ability. Whilst it is not as natural to him as his father's Electromancy Telos has mastered a few useful applications of his talents. At present Telos can use his abilities to get a very accurate empathetic read of people making him an excellent diplomat and counsellor. On occasion, and typically with people he has read before he can catch snatches of their thoughts, he continues to refine this power as best he can.

Weapons (if any):
Veritas a finely wrought silvered rapier symbolic of his rank, is ever at Telos' side. His father and elder brother also bear silvered rapiers their's respectively being called Imperium and Bellum reflecting the trinity of men who presently rule Venetia and their respective talents.

Likes:
Reading
Magic
Technology (Chiefly Clockwork, a new interest of many Venetians)
Fighting (Typically that of a noble style, duelling rather than brawling)
Venetia and Venetian Culture
His Family
Oratory

Dislikes:
Threats to Venetia
Stupidity
Unfounded Confidence
Breaches of Noble Etiquette and Protocol
The Pressure on him to succeed

Talents: If it is a matter of erudition then Telos is likely to have a measure of familiarity with it. Beyond that he is the epitome of what Venetian noblemen wish to become, quick with rapier and word alike, and magically adept.

Personality: A sharp minded man Telos doesn't like to be idle, he is never to be found without a book on his person just in case things get boring. This latent restlessness spills over into his general demeanour, meaning that whilst he can be serious when he needs to, more often than not he is as jovial as circumstances will allow.

This pleasant demeanour is cast aside however, should Telos feel he, Venetia, or those he cares about have been wronged. He is more than willing to duel anybody who'd offer him an insult as is expected of a Venetian prince, and there are few who would like to have his considerable intellect applied to matters of their destruction.

Background: Prince Telos Hastor is the 2nd born son of King Titus Hastor and Queen Livia Hastor. From childhood he has been trained to be a refined and skilled gentleman, and whilst his elder brother was destined to rule, it was Telos who showed an aptitude for the arcane arts.

To this end Telos spent most of his formative years with various Magi mastering his magical talents so as to not bring ruin to those around him. Furthermore he was taught the nobleman's arts being taught: history, oratory, philosophy, science and fencing. Eventually he began to take on responsibilities in court, and at the age of 18 was named the royal patron of the Mages Guild of Venetia. Upon turning 19 it was decided by his father that Venetia needed to strengthen its ties with the rest of the world, and that his younger son could do with experience outside the world of Venetian nobility. Thus it was decided that he'd be sent to Avalon with the intention of establishing relations between Venetia and Avalon.

Pic/Description:

Prince Telos

(In case the picture doesn't work here's a short description of Telos:

Standing about 6ft tall, Telos has an average build and sharp features. His black hair hangs a round his head in a rough style cut mostly to keep it out of his eyes and he does his best to keep himself clean shaven.

Typically he can be found wearing Venetian style clothing consisting of simple undershirts, waistcoats and tunics over which are worn more elaborate jackets, belts and cloaks. As a mark of rank Telos is allowed to wear gold in his clothing, a mark of his royal lineage.

[TheKakapo]

Name: Saber Alden
Age: 20
Species: Human
Title:
Job: Assistant in local bakery

Powers : Telepathy, she can communicate with others that she wants to if she really tries, but her power fades with distance and fatigue. She thinks a relative of hers was a magic user, but doesn’t have any proof.
Saber also is very adept at sensing the emotions of animals nearby. She can avoid an irritated dog’s bite or sense if a fledgling is in peril on the ground nearby.
Weapons (if any): Carries a sharp knife, conceiled in clothing with hopes of not needing it.
Likes: Animals, rats and birds especially
Conversation
Men with facial hair
Learning about the royal family
Cooking
Being a ‘Mother Hen’ when neeeded

Dislikes: Men that mistreat women
Bakery theives
Alcohol
Insects
Bad weather
Dark magic and curses

Talents: Cooking, baking
Sewing, mending
Drawing
First Aid

Personality: Saber is usually level-headed unless a customer is making a stink in her workplace, or in the way of doing her job. She works often and is always delighted when a stray animal crosses her path, she even secretly cares for or helps rodents that get into the bakery’s stock. Strangers are put off by the way Saber gets lost in her mind at times, since she occasionally gets a lapse of telepathy and can actually hear the thoughts of nearby people, or is distracted by the emotions of a nearby critter. She is getting a little too old to be a maiden, but embraces it. She has little patience for suitors and too many men left a bad taste in her mouth. That does not keep her from being VERY interested in the male sex.
She is kind, if not boring, but feels the need to protect and care for those around her, especially if those people are important to her.

Background: Saber was raised by her hardworking father with three brothers and was not treated very differently from her siblings. She was taught how a man should respect his fellow men, as well as be kind and respectful to the earth and its critters. Her father was very loyal to the royal family and hardly spoke ill of them. When her father passed away and Saber’s siblings all moved away to work or start a family, she found work with an aunt and cousins at a bakery close to the main street near the castle in the kingdom of Avalon. She really wants to land a job inside of the castle, preparing food.

Pic/Description: I’m actively searching for a pic, but for now Saber isa mere 5’4 with brown eyes and tightly curled red hair. She is of average build with splashes of freckles on her face and chest to her shoulders.