[CHAR] Mist: Call Across the Sea

[Karisma]

M I H U - L Y N U S T R E

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^{h u m a n}

☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼

^{b a r d}

"Sit! Sit still! For though you listen long, this is a tale best told with a song"

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Description:

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Golden-brown eyes that reflects her every emotion; Mihu is the type of person that wears her heart in her sleeve. She's the poster definition of a "free soul" that wanders wherever life takes her; her name's synonym is the saying "go with the flow." Standing at a measly 5 foot 3 does not take away from Mihu's charisma. For while she may be shorter than most, the space that her personality takes makes her seem much bigger than life. Mihu's long, long hair—a creature all on its own—wafts and frames her angular face like a brown smoke, its long, long tendrils curling and moving on their own. She almost always wears a mismatched robe with different patches of green, a gift she had received from her mother before she had passed away. Needless to say, it is her most prized possession next to her guitar. Those are her only companions and have been with her through thick and thin.

Mihu came from an indescribable town, an ordinary family, and had an normal future ahead of her taking on the family farm. Mihu had always felt out of place in her picture-esque life she had been leading but she felt like that was the sort of life she had to lead. Mihu had always found solace in music; when she wasn't singing, she was talking. Her father, having known his daughter's love for music, saved up to get her the guitar she now carries with her everywhere. Her mother, fully knowing eventually Mihu would be unsatisfied with her quaint life, wove the cloak Mihu has become inseparable with. She would paint colorful adventures and tell the woes of others with her words and her tunes; her parents were forever amazed by her ability to carry stories with her.

Her father had been the first to fall ill—it was a small town and they weren't the best equipped with resources that could help her father or the other sick-stricken villagers. Slowly, one by one, the more vulnerable to the disease succumbed. Mihu's parents were of that group. Heartbroken and feeling like stale bread, Mihu aimlessly wandered from place to place. Until one day, while she was cleaning out her robe, she noticed a hidden pocket: a hidden note. It had been a letter written by her parents addressed to her. In this letter they essentially encouraged Mihu's wandering spirit, giving birth to a newfound ambition inside Mihu.

Now Mihu became a traveling bard, carrying the stories or her parents, her village and any other stranger she comes across. For humans can always live on through stories.

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Capabilities:

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☼ Mihu has a knack for storytelling. She can make you believe the words she spews and before you know it you'll be swearing up and down that the sun doesn't exist.
☼ Mihu's musical talent is unique; her singing tone being one that one doesn't necessarily always come across.
☼ Mihu is flexible which makes it very easy for her to hide in odd spots when in danger.

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Equipment:

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☽ Patchy, green cloak
☽ Battered guitar, still works perfectly
☽ Rapier she barely uses but has in case of emergencies
☽ Snacks for the road, can never catch her without some of that

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[Kautalya]

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Dessielle Fenhice

｡ₓ ू ₒ ु ˚ Human traveler

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Description:
Often described as "standoffish" and "unapproachable," Dessielle can be characterized as a palette of neutral colors. If a person were to meet Dessielle, their first impression would note how stoic and empty-shelled the girl is. She portrays herself with a calm demeanor and oftentimes unfazed by events that come her way. With that being said, Dessielle can still keep a conversation going regardless of how interested she is. As uninterested and perhaps bored she may look and sound, Fenhice can keep a person talking for miles because she feels it is common curtsy.

While only 4 foot 10, Dessielle's strong-cold personality builds onto her height. She has bright emerald eyes with shoulder-length dirty-blonde curly hair. She wears a white flowy dress that doesn't restrict her movements along with a black-brown cloak, with its own hood. Her outfit is accessorized with a black long belt wrapping her waist where it holds maps, drinks, small artifacts in a jar and a pocket knife.

Dessielle Fenhice grew up "alone". It's not the sort of trip down memory lane that she entertains, so when others ask about her childhood, she describes it as a chore. She refuses to go back to the days where she had to scrape to survive; each new home she found herself in—while it taught her lessons—brought her a sort of pain she has never recovered from. The only home she could ever find herself dreaming about was of a sweet old man and his fatigued partner. They both had noticed Dessielle when she was only a baby wailing and flailing in a forest with only a hut over her for protection against the elements. With her loud cries, the two could not leave the small baby alone—they took her in. Dessielle's fond memories of her time with them always take her back to the cozy atmosphere the home exuded regardless of the weather. She remembers sitting by a fireplace oftentimes and just spending the time wrapped up in their arms. The next connection she ever makes of her time with them is not as fond or happy; it was of when she came across their still, lifeless (but oddly peaceful) bodies after they had passed away in their sleep. Dessielle was only 8 years old but it did not come as a surprise, they were both very old already. She took it upon herself to leave—it was her only option.

She went from home to home, place to place, person to person—then she grew tired of it and decided to travel by herself. For as long as she can remember, Dessielle has been on the roads traveling. She finds it fascinating how every place she may turn to will be different from the rest. The rich cultures and traditions has always been something that Dessielle herself loved when embarking on a journey.

Capabilities:
𐐪𐑂 She knows basic first-aid.
𐐪𐑂 Agile and quick on her feet; fast reflexes.
𐐪𐑂 Uses a pocket knife to threaten others, but is actually really bad when using weapons. She's using her legs to attack, but this doesn't always work all the time.

Equipment:
𐐪𐑂 Pocket knife.
𐐪𐑂 She has a small jar that consists of artifacts or cool things she found when she'd travel. They aren't anything big, but its her most prized possession.
𐐪𐑂 Dessielle has a necklace that's dressed in two golden rings. She took it from the couple that first housed her.

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[Not Fungus]

William

Name: William Argyle, Will

Description: As a self-proclaimed knight, William possesses a selfless and heroic personality. The man devotes himself to the concept of justice and order as strives to do as much good as he can. He stands pretty tall at 6 feet even and carries a somewhat imposing presence. He's always wearing the same suit of studded leather armor reinforced by metal and topped off by a cloak. One's first impression of him would be that he's a busybody. The type that would absolutely make sure to involve himself in other's problems. Though he's usually a serious person, he can put a smile on his face and greet people like a normal human being instead of a knightly machine. He tries hard to be a gentle and kind person, but it usually comes off as blunt and insensitive. This is probably because of how he was rose.

Living in a simple village and only having a father at home due to his mother passing away during his birth, he had trouble wording himself sensitively. His father was only slightly better than him with his remarks, so William thought how he worded himself was normal for a while. The two had each other for a while and though it was a rough life with many roadblocks, it was a happy and satisfactory life. Because his father was a former adventurer, William received training with the sword and other skills. The boy was confused at why his father was teaching all this, but the truth eventually hit him when he noticed his father looking more sickly and pale by the day.

William, who was now a man of twenty years of age, arranged a funeral service that was carried out by the local church. With his father's blade he set off on journey. He helped a variety of people during his adventure; young and old, men and women. Naturally with Mistlund being a turbulent Continent, there's man people who are in need of help, so William journeyed there.

Capabilities:

-Possesses expertise with fighting; hand-to-hand and swords being what he specializes in.

-Hardy constitution from traveling the lands.

-Due to experience in traveling, William is decent at foraging, setting up tents and fires, and living off the land temporarily.

Equipment:

-Father's Longsword

-Armor and Cloak

-Survival Gear: Camping tools in a bag, emergency rations, and extra knives.

[TinyKiwi]

Token-Bookworm

"I think that history will be kind to me, for I intend to write it myself."

Name: Thel
Description: "History is the version of past events that people have decided to agree upon."
Thel, a Half Elf researcher much older than her appearance would otherwise convey, has one goal in life. She wishes to retell the story of those who came before. She wishes to strip the veil of lies placed by the victor away so that all may know where they had come from. She is short, 4ft5 at the best and a product of her parents and the dragon blood that ran thicker in their veins than most. She was born and foisted upon a group of monks at birth, abandoned by her mother who could not bear the responsibility of raising a half blooded child, and the indignity that it would have came with. A combination of her elvish heritage, the dragon blood in her and the lifestyle that the monks had raised her in, Thel has been able to retain a youthful appearance, though she suspects it may also be the constant exposure to old magic that her work often causes. She hesitates to explain her work and findings to others, especially Elves, as it often results in name calling and drawn swords.

Capabilities:
Golemancy - The magical art of imbuing 'life' into stone. Following an accident during one of her expeditions, she has taken a chunk of ivory stone from the Old Elvish Ruin that had stolen her old left arm. This stone has now been carved from top to bottom, and functions as a replacement limb. Golemancy, in order to be effective to the level that she uses it, requires a material that is "soaked" with magical energy. Normally this would require an object of such a nature to be created, but the stone she uses has already been treated, another mystery she hopes to unravel.

Medimancy - A brand of healing magic of her own creation, it is fueled by the body itself. To efficiently use this brand of magic one needs an intricate knowledge of the mortal body, and in many cases direct contact with the wound. The user is able to either fuel the healing with the target, or the user's own energy. This is in essence, forcing the body to heal faster than normal rather than magically knitting flesh and bone together. As a result it can go wrong if used incorrectly and will leave scars and imperfections if the wounds are not treated correctly beforehand.

Alchemy - Able to use trace amounts of her own magical energy to draw out the effects of many medicinal plants and other such materials, much of her research has lead her to the discovery of potions and concoctions whose method of construction have previously been lost to time. The ingredients often become more difficult to find, and even harder to obtain as the potion becomes more and more effective. She is able to concoct basic potions out of ingredients she finds, though these are much less effective than what she can make with more specific ingredients.

Equipment:

Ivory Limb - Left Arm

Alchemical Supplies

Journals and writing utencils - 10 full, 4 empty, 1 actively being used.

Sacrificial Dagger - Nonmagical and completely unremarkable save for it's surprising durability for a dagger made of obsidian.