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The Hidden Isle: Dragon Hunt (The One x AkaiJose)

@The One probs two or three. I'm debating whether I'll make a third!

The Hidden Isle: Seeds of Mistrust (Dark Huntress x AkaiJose)

Mira

The boat rocked gently on the aquamarine water, swaying her head side to side slightly. But she kept her head held high, eyes trained on the waterway before them. The two hunters seemed to be kind enough, not unfriendly in the least bit, but nonetheless Mira was slightly worried for how she could converse with them. She'd never really met with the hunters and definitely never remembered their names. I should at least commit the names to memory, that's what a good ruler does...

"A pleasure," she said, mimicking a slight smile that she'd seen her mother use. Pleasantries were sometimes a lot harder to copy exactly. "I hope... you were not inconvenienced by this abrupt happenstance. But it is what is needed to ensure the safety of the people here."

"Ah, excuse me? Pardon the interruption but I must ask for your name," a high-pitched voice squeaked from behind her. She shifted to look at the man in the eyes, but he was not afraid. Rather it seemed he was...ecstatic? "J-Just for reference of course! For record-keeping."

Record-keeping? What kind of outsider is this? "Mira. Heir to the throne. Now I suggest to stay quiet, lest your throat is silenced for you." Her tone was not angry not feeble, but stable and soothing despite the threat she had uttered. It had worked well enough, for the man stayed quiet, eyes trailing all over the city.

Once they approached the docks at the foot of the castle, the train of boats slowed to a stop to allow everyone to step off. Many people were gathered around the pathways and windows nearby, waiting still for her reaction. She felt all the stares burn through the back of her head and began to sweat from nerves. She swallowed it down and directed the outsiders indoors, ushering only the guards to follow from behind. "Hunters stay positioned outside until further notice."

And with that, the doors closed behind her, leaving her with the foreigners.

Adal

"From the North? That's quite a distance you all have traveled," the king boomed, shuffling before them and looking them in the eyes. No, rather, he was looking into their very cores and it scared the hell out of Adal. "Yet merely for research? It seems far-fetched."

"It may sound ridiculous from your side, y-your majesty," he chimed, trying his best to stand tall and keep his cool. He was still internally freaking out about the idea that they'd found such a mystical island with some of the most powerful beings ever heard of, but he had to keep playing it down. "But the Kingdom of Aysel has expanded a great deal and we are interested in exploring the furthest reaches of our continent and even the world. This is solely a product of our combined curiosity and seeking of the truth."

The princess, Mira, narrowed her eyes at this, but Adal pushed on. "We have no intentions to harm you or disrupt your lives. We cannot leave just yet, for we have not stocked up on supplies. If you can please spare and aid us, we will do our best to cooperate and be of assistance." This garnered a murmur from the guards and he felt Mira's glare intensify. But she didn't dare to speak up.

The king stroked his scruffy neck, glancing over at his queen in hesitation. "We are not a brutal, unkind people, you must know. But to trust your word is a breach of the security of our homeland. It is not easy to say we can blindly put our trust in a man who claims to be a researcher."

Adal's face flushed a bit. "We are only a small group, sire. It's your people, of whom you have thousands of, against this small crew. If we do anything to wrong you, surely you can execute us when you see fit and dispose of us without any trouble." His crew behind him also stirred, unsettled by his words. But Adal knew what he said was true and, undeniably, hard to disagree with.

"He's correct. These folk appear weak from their long journey. They are in no way capable of battling our numbers in their state," Mira stated, cutting her father off before he could say anything. "Izohir's teachings instruct us to show kindness before might, father. I will hold myself accountable for the actions of this group and oversee their work here. In turn, I expect you will work on a day-to-day basis with our people who need it most.

"And," she added, after brief pause, her eyes settling on Adal, "if you dare to cross my people, I will personally see that you are shown no mercy. That is our trust."

Adal shivered. Her eyes went to meet with her father's, who drew a breath before nodding curtly. "Very well. We grant you permission to stay until you are prepared. Welcome to Izohir, Northlanders."

His crew cheered behind him and he couldn't help but begin to tear up at the thought of the great work that would from his research of this place. He smiled widely, joining the others in the tightest hug he could ever possible give. When he let go, he found himself swaying a little before puking this morning's breakfast onto the beautiful stone floors of the castle.

~

When they returned outside, Adal knew what the first thing he wanted to do was. He shifted past crowds of people coming from across the bridge to meet the newcomers, scanning the docks for the two 'hunters' he shared the boat with. "You two, Kuruk and Raylen was it?" he called out to them. "Adal Northrup, a pleasure to meet you. Can you please allow me to join you on your hunt?" His black pocket book was already out, pen in hand as he scribbled hastily all he managed to absorb thus far while talking to the siblings.

Mira stood behind him, already beginning to follow through on her promise to keep a close eye on the group, but at this point Adal could not care less. He would ask her more questions later, but he first wanted to establish a close relationship with the locale on the island.

The Hidden Isle: Dragon Hunt (The One x AkaiJose)

Kian Picture

*At about 6 feet tall, Kian is tall in comparison to most of his fellow islanders. He can be considered of medium build, though clearly not as strong as his older brother Mirza. His wardrobe is a lot more relaxed, with tunics and trousers that are comfortable to wear and not at all a reminder of his nobility.

Kian Description

Kian Izohir
26 years
Though his brother is a man of honor and pretty much your typical goody-two-shoes king, Kian is easily the mischievous, rebellious younger sibling that most nobles must ignore. Though he is a prince, he doesn’t really act like it in front of others. He’s very easy-going and warm, with a mouth that can run on for long periods of time. He tries his hardest to make the most of his life and enjoy it, so he will sneak away from duties at the castle with his ability and goof off, playing the role of someone else and interacting with the townspeople. Even so, he’s a loyal man who is always easy to befriend. He’s forward with his ideas and always says what he thinks, sometimes landing him in trouble.
But at the same time, Kian tends to fib when it’s convenient and it’s hard to notice when he does it. He always feels guilty for it, but sadly he can’t help it and usually tries to keep it up instead of coming out with the truth. Along with this is ability to fake how he feels, which makes it hard to keep friends for a long period of time.
Born as the second son to the royal family, Kian often found himself in second place. His older brother, Mirza (who differed with him in age by about five years), was given a little more attention and rigorous work to shape him into a well-suited successor to the throne. For many of his earlier years, the younger boy was swept with jealousy. In his mind’s eye, he saw this attention as a means to get closer with his parents and relatives and he craved that same sort of regard from those around him. But as he entered his teens, Kian realized he definitely did not care for the responsibility and stress that weighed down on his brother’s shoulders. Besides, he wasn’t the type to lead people, so he hung at the back of these training sessions, relaxed and amused.
When his parents were both stricken with severe illness and passed, Mirza was to undergo his crowning ritual and part of it was to be done in the shrine. Those of closest relation to the prince were allowed in, so Kian went into the damp, dim caverns with Mirza, simply a torch and glistening crown in hand. Inside, at the altar where glowing runes etched the surface of the rock, they followed the ritual according to how it was written and practiced. The torch’s light blinked out and the last word’s utterance, replaced with the sound of a low, quaking grumble. They could not see what was happening, yet simply knew they needed to run out of the shrine before anything else happened to them. While scrambling out, a roar rang in their ears and they found themselves slashed across the eyes (Kian’s left, Mirza’s right) before reaching safety. Ever since then, the two have hid what happened a secret, claiming only falling rock and a tumble as the reason for their scars.
- Bow and arrow, staff combat: He is deadly accurate with his bow, practicing in trees and on targets in his spare time. But for close range, he can only make due with a polearm or staff.
- Shapeshift: Though he uses this ability often, Kian almost always gets away with it so many don’t know that he can do it. He takes on appearances of beings he has seen (animal or human), but people close to him can see through it and recognize him (mostly Mirza, though Kian doesn’t know how he knows).
- Stealth: He is capable of hiding in shadows and stilling his breath, lightening his steps and striking when one’s guard is down. This, paired with his marksmanship, allows him to have the upper hand in most fights.
Strengths: Kian is clear-headed and relatively unstressed most of the time which allows him to be rational and empathetic. He is usually one who is approached about disputes, as he often hears both sides and deliberates with the least amount of bias on due consequences. His personality often calms others down and may even bring about smiles when least expected. Kian is also surprisingly good at putting up a poker face, shielding what he truly thinks with a lie. His liar’s tongue is a gift and a curse, as he uses it many times but, when caught, it tends to bear a lot of consequence that he can only sheepishly smile at in embarrassment.
Weaknesses: Other than his lies, Kian tends to be quick to anger, especially with matters close to him. If he finds someone aggravating, he will not be afraid to tell them so. The lack of a filter on his assertive, direct persona tends to harvest a bad reputation that can only be mended by his brother. He is vocal about his opinions and can’t help but speak his mind when he believes it justified. Yet what hurts him most is betrayal from those he trusts most, which hurts and disheartens him to no end.
[Other, if necessary] Younger brother of Mirza Izohir, the current king.

Emer Picture

*Her hair is chopped to just below her shoulders, with layers that feather outwards. She stands are about 5 feet 7 inches in height with a surprisingly trim figure. She’s shapely, but obviously not such that it hinders her fighting ability. She dresses often in guard uniform, with tunics and leather armor (the formal occasions often called for real metal garb).

Emer Description

Emer Kartal
28 years
One usually shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but Emer is definitely an outlier in that case. She’s as tough as she seems, an infinite amount of willpower driving her every movement. Though not very friendly to others, she is generous with her time and serves people when she can. She stretches herself thin to get things done, but doesn’t think too much about whether she’s being used or not. Taught always to be kind, Emer does what she can to make up for her gruff appearance.
If considered a close friend, Emer is a lot more open to conversation. She’s very headstrong and a little bit cocky, but her heart’s in the right place most of the time. Her love for her family can be seen whenever she speaks about her brothers or mother often, as her face softens and her eyes light up in excitement. But when she’s tired from working too hard, she can become irate and closed-off. She tries not to mind much when something hurtful happens to her, but she lets out her frustration on others unfairly without meaning to.
Emer’s family consists of herself, her mother, her grandmother, and two siblings (both younger boys). Her father passed due to an accident while fishing, his main occupation. Her mother was a seamstress and often worked for the royal family. However, Emer was never really interested in that line of work. No, she always saw herself working in the castle as a guard. So when time came that she could go into training, she did so. Emer excelled in the training, both physically and mentally. It was helpful to be naturally gifted in strength, but she would always hold herself back so as not to hurt others. Quickly enough, she was a high-ranked guard, providing for her family through her earnings and benefits. Her scar comes from a very sick and scared creature that she crossed paths with when she was a teen, whose delirious, infected claws raked her face and caused her to become bedridden for a good two weeks.
- Battle axes, throwing knives: She wields two battles axes in each hand and can really knock someone three times her size down with ease. But if missing those, she can utilize knives just as well.
- Enhanced strength and accelerated healing: As the name implies, she’s crazy strong. She can lift boulders that weigh a few thousand pounds without so much as a grunt. Her body also tends to heal faster than others.
- Battle tactics: Taking her studies very seriously, Emer has learned to master tactics for battles or come up with the most appropriate plans to save the most people when need be.
Strengths: Emer is very confident in herself and exudes it in every step she takes. Most people find her intimidating, which helps her a great deal when she needs work done. She is always focused and efficient, always having enough energy to take on tasks by herself and getting them done one after the other. Her reliability gains the trust of all her other officers and royals, though she’s selfless enough to never really ask anything in return for the favors. Emer is also not easily afraid of others or situations, as she feels she can overcome almost any obstacle.
Weaknesses: Her intensity deters others from getting too close, so she has a very small circle of friends. Though she’s always focused, she can’t notice herself burning out and sometimes (rarely) shuts down from exhaustion, only remedied by sleep and a lot of food. Her selflessness can be exploited, making her vulnerable to the very same exhaustion. Lastly, she’s not very comfortable with the ocean and tries her best to steer clear.

The Hidden Isle: Dragon Hunt (The One x AkaiJose)

@The One Sorry for taking so long with bios!! They've been posted c:

The Hidden Isle: Seeds of Mistrust (Dark Huntress x AkaiJose)

@Dark Huntress First post open! I tried to make it easy for you to jump in, but sorry it's a lot longer than I anticipated. I'm not usually into lengthy posts, but I needed some sort of setting up haha

The Hidden Isle: Seeds of Mistrust (Dark Huntress x AkaiJose)

Adal

The sun blared down onto Adal's black hair, setting it ablaze with a heat that made him drip with sweat. Slumped over the side of the teetering ship, sick to his stomach from the tremors caused by crashing waves, the man quite seriously believed he would throw up all of that morning's breakfast he'd had earlier. Or maybe all of his innards.

"Sir, you're not really looking so good," a familiar voice chirped behind him, forcing him to turn his head uneasily from the rail of the ship. "You're sure you'd rather not eat something?"

He found himself shaking his head and slowly straightening his spine. His quickly swiped away any sweat that gathered at his brow and smiled. "I'll be fine, Reynold. It just seems I'm not fit for long voyages on these ships! I'll adjust soon enough."

To that, his friend merely chuckled and walked back to the front deck whistling a low tune. Adal could only manage a sigh. I still haven't adjusted after a few weeks. This isn't too good. I may need some medicine from below.

It'd been a while since he last wrote down anything in his journal, but it was hard to make any new finds or observations when there was only a vast expanse of blue around him. It was futile to even try to come up with new things to write; he'd written it all down already within the first week. He remembered how excited he was initially, taking note of the wind and weather they'd come across, the sea creatures he'd managed to only glimpse briefly before they returned to the depths. It was becoming more and more repetitive and it made him stir-crazy to no end. Even the faintest of doubts began to cross his mind, whether or not there truly was an island that was out in the vast gulf. It was hard to even imagine how some piece of land could have traveled so far, but Adal was a firm believer in the ounce of truth that made up the legends of old. His ancestors knew something was up, it merely got distorted with time and the passing on from ear to ear...

A low bellow from the crow's nest interrupted the researcher's train of thought. "There is land ahead!"

A silence, followed by a loud, collective "What?" burst from every corner of the ship, the word even managing to spit itself forward from Adal's mouth. The twenty or so members of the expedition scrambled towards the front of the ship, narrowing their eyes and whispering amongst themselves. "Where is it?" "I can't see a damned thing! Not with your bloody big head in the way!" "Hush now, stop squirming!" "I'm sure he's just joking, ain't he?"

All doubts erased, Adal joined them at the front, shushing their mumbles and focusing his gaze on the horizon. Though it was faint at first, the few minutes that passed by allowed it to come into view: an island, just like the legends described it. "The Isle of Izohir," Adal croaked, finally forgetting about his seasickness from before.

Mira

"There, the ship! It's headed for the bay!"

Mira blinked, allowing her eyes to follow the tip of a guard's finger to the exact object he pointed towards. Her family had been called to the watch tower at the bay to observe the approaching ship, coming up with the best plan possible to deal with the mysterious threat. She didn't quite see it as a threat though; it was more of a box in which no one knew what lay inside. It could've been a gift or perhaps it was empty. Or if what her family said about outsiders were true...

"It's best we guide them to the shore, then deal with them when they come off the boat. If they are hostile, we will resort to our forces. In preparation, gather those who are capable of fighting and protecting. Guards and Hunters will come with us when we guide them to the castle. Let messengers know to keep mothers and children safely indoors," her silk-like voice stated, not a single tremor of fear showing in the words. Her words hushed the others around her and they stared for a few seconds before nodding in agreement, shouting orders to the messengers to fetch those needed.

Mira turned to her parents, her eyes shining. "I will greet them by the docks. You should return to the castle so as to hear what they have to say. If anything happens before then, our forces will dispose of them before it reaches you or the people." They also agreed, hastily making their way to their residence. Yet through it all, the princess's excitement fluttered in her stomach and she couldn't help bounce in her step as she made her way down to the bay.

~

With the guards and hunters behind her, Mira waited patiently for the ship to settle. Each moment lasted an eternity, yet no one thought to say a word. They were all on edge, but Mira stood tall with a hand on the hilt of her sword. She could not let her beating heart give her away, her nervousness peak her voice. She needed to remain the stronger one at the bay, knowing her people watched from the windows.

The ship's passengers were odd-looking, paled and thin, tall, with looks of awe plastered onto their faces. The man who seemed to be their leader moved towards her, hand outstretched. He breathed in, words beginning to form in his chest, but Mira cut him off.

"Before you speak, drop any weapons you have here and proceed to the boats at the end of the docks. We will take you to those who rule our homeland," she spoke, her tongue like a sharp knife that seemingly caused the man to flinch and retract his hand. The outsiders murmured quietly before dropping the few mysterious weapons in their hands, following down the line to the boats. Mira made sure the leader took the first boat that she intended to ride. But before then, she glanced behind her.

"You two, hunters. Sit beside me, please," Mira commanded, gesturing to the boat that contained a dazed, mesmerized Adal. With the hunters, she took her seat and they started to row between the cliffs into the heart of the city.

It was mostly quiet, unnaturally so. It unnerved Mira, so she looked at the hunters pointedly. As much as she hated conversation, she hated the silence even more. "Your names?"

The Hidden Isle: Seeds of Mistrust (Dark Huntress x AkaiJose)

It's all cool! I just wanted to make sure you knew the fact, but I'm glad you took the time to find pictures and edit the bios.

I posted mine as well! (Sorry for the delay, I only get into writing at night)

I'll try to post an opener tonight if not tomorrow morning!

The Hidden Isle: Seeds of Mistrust (Dark Huntress x AkaiJose)

Adal Picture

*He also wears black round-framed glasses. Clothing consists of button-up shirts of cotton, cotton trousers, and various vests. For this expedition, Adal has allowed himself to dress in leather boots (as they would last longer), but he feels most comfortable in his more formal wear that he is used to in the capital. He stands at about 5 feet 11 inches in height with merely a toned body that can handle weary travel, not full blown battles.

Adal Description

Adal Northrup
29 years
One wouldn’t expect that the expedition’s leading researcher and strategist would be a man with the air of respectful nobility who rambles about discoveries and breakthroughs like an obsessive, ancient lab technician. On one hand, Adal is a gentle, kind soul who works hard to ensure the safety and well-being of others. His patience seems unlimited, tested by years of work with the capital’s most impatient, assertive scientists. He can come up with a witty remark or two and adapts well to different types of people in most situations. A sense of confidence (not the excessive, obnoxious kind) puts a lot of people at ease, and he is often very aware of this fact as he leads his comrades on the expedition. He’s proud of the work done by his ancestors in building a peaceful nation, so reverent in fact that he takes time to thank them when he can. This can be taken as naivety, even pure ignorance, of the scars in history made by those very same people. And due to the privilege of seeing only the good in his people, he is quick to believe in the bad of others not from his home.
On the other hand, he’s been raised in a land that had been primarily without violence. Such a pampered lifestyle would, of course, make it hard for him to face the dark realities of the realm outside his home, including facing tragic deaths to violence and accidents. The fears of dying and the unknown shake Adal to his very core, washing away the positive, exuberant personality that he puts on. He can be like scared prey, running from that which he cannot face. He can also lose composure and spiral into negativity, though this has yet to be seen by his friends. Adal can lash out in these times, impatient and selfish to seek refuge from his fears. This takes a bit of time on his part to remedy, but when he snaps out of it, he most often appears as unshaken as he was before.
Adal’s beginnings are very mundane, to say the least. He was born to a farmhand in a village by Aysel’s capital. He grew up with five younger siblings, whom he often had to care for. As the boy went through his schooling in the quaint town, it turned out that he had a passion for learning and instead of partaking in social activities or even resting, Adal often studied or took notes on wildlife nearby. He was one of the most brilliant children to grow up in the town, which spurred his parents to send him to Kiran for tutelage under researchers at the age of fourteen. His tutors often found his bright attitude and drive a redeemable quality, but still put him through harsh training and studies for the next ten years of his life. As soon as this was done, he became part of a league of scientists whose purpose was to advise the Council of Aysel and lead the empire to great discoveries. And for the previous five years, he joined in various, short-lived expeditions to uncover great mysteries and find a source of power for Aysel to thrive on. Adal visited his family many times during his schooling and sends a good portion of his income to them, to ensure their well-being. But in the past five years, he hasn’t been able to do so and misses them dearly.
- Revolver and dagger: Adal is not a man of great strength who can take on use of a rifle, nor steady of hand to take on a sword, but he is capable with the bare essentials for a researcher on the expedition.
- Observation and Deduction: As a reknown researcher, he has a mind that is quick to judge and built to comprehend situations in a manner to minimize damage or adapt to problems. This sometimes may mean saving himself before others, however, if he deems it the best temporary solution.
- Quick-footed: The name implies all; he’s quite fast, thanks to his longer legs.
Strengths: Adal is very quick to finding solutions to problems, thanks to vigilance and a level head. He is much better with strategizing and using logic to find a way through, rather than using brute force or command. He puts a lot of trust and pride his nation, his work, and his comrades, so he usually puts on a confident air that allows others to trust him most. Other than this, he has trained himself to use a revolver decently well (enough to protect himself) and prides himself on capable of finding the best hiding spot when need be. He may be nimble, but he knows usually what battles he can and cannot take on.
Weaknesses: As mentioned above, Adal is not a man to use force or violence. This is mostly because he really can’t; he’s a scholar and researcher, not a fighter. He’s quick to succumb to fear, with a queasy stomach to boot. Only such fears of mortality and darkness waver his faith in himself and his countrymen, shattering his assured demeanor to reveal a spineless, book-savvy traveler. Another weakness (often debated as a strength in and of itself) is his curiosity and thirst for knowledge. Though he lovingly takes notes about the world around him in a pocket book, Adal tends to get lost in his thoughts and, in that instant, cares little for others and puts his studies before all.

Mira Picture

*Her eye color is a bright hazel, appearing muddy brown in dark lighting. Her height is about 5 feet 4 inches, with a slight but capable build. Her skin is hardly marked and soft, yet cool to the touch (almost like a cavern). Her wardrobe is that of a noble, consisting of flowing skirts bathed in floral-like colors and dresses of the finest embroidery. But most of the time, Mira goes without shoes, a practice that is frowned upon by her family.

Mira Description

Mira Izohir
25 years
[Personality Description] Much of the princess’s personality is hidden by the mask of nobility that the family upholds. The public believes that she is righteous and a very articulate speaker, with a gentle demeanor that makes her dear to all. But that is what is revealed to the people, not what Mira believes is truly herself.
Though she is of a noble class, she is very bubbly and inquisitive. As an introverted woman, Mira is a little odd at times, spending most of her time in the forests or in the caverns to get away from the castle’s confines and stone-faced guardians. Her love of nature is strong and she is very careful to always respect the wildlife on the island. This gives her a close connection to their guardian dragon, as her values line up naturally with his, giving her a bit more power than her ancestors. But even so, she is powerless in the fact that she often feels lonely and apart from her family. She is stubborn to let up her ways and try to approach socializing in a different manner, believing she’s simply no good with people.
However, when faced with hardship, her emotions may tend to go haywire. She bottles up much of her frustrations and her sorrows that she physically becomes fatigued. With this fatigue comes eventual illness, shutting herself away for a few days in her room until she is better. The emotions, however, remain burning in her chest. Mira, although very articulate, can never truly elaborate how she feels to anyone.
Mira is born of the noble family that are descendants of Izohir’s most trustworthy followers. As an only child (and a girl at that), she was trained to become like a king by her parents and uncles and aunts and grandparents. She took this well and educated herself to be much like her ancestors, but with such seclusion came her awkward social interactions that she simply could not handle. But Mira faked her way through it, using books on proper etiquette and conversation to get by.
- Cutlass (or really any sword) and spears: Pretty self-explanatory, she’s been trained from a young age to wield a blade and spear. It’s not fair to simply say she’s good; she’s skilled in the art. But oftentimes, she is limited to only testing her strength on dummies and the occasional castle guard.
- Instinct: The fact she is in-tune with the nature of the island and most of its wildlife aids her in following her gut and pointing her in the right way. She never needs a map to get home when lost, she allows what she feels to guide her.
- Rock/Crystal Manipulation: The royal bloodline’s power is to control earth and rock like their guardian. Not to the extent of making earthquakes or moving whole islands, but moving and shaping rock to fit their needs. Mira’s specialty is to work with the crystals that dot the entire island (dubbed “Izohir’s Tears”). She can rearrange them for deflecting attacks or using them as defense. Her most trademark use of it as ground up particles. Once caught onto one’s clothing, she can will the structures to grow and hinder the movements of a foe.
Strengths: Mira is a strong woman, though she may not appear so. She has magical prowess and a good handle on hand-to-hand combat. She is also well-versed in diplomatic endeavors and the art of conversation. It is this noble training that has allowed her to hold back emotion when need be to help her homeland, allowing her to earn the respect of most (if not all) her people. Aside from this, she is authentic and genuine, often straight to the point when speaking with others casually. She’s not easily deterred, striving only to do what is right. It’s these qualities that allow her to face the unknown and protect her home and people.
Weaknesses: Well, first off, she can’t really take a joke; Most jests fly over her head or she takes them too seriously. She doesn’t have many friends because of her lack of normal interaction, so she can be stiff and hard to read. Mira is also a little bad at comprehending her own emotions, shoving them aside often to deal with what she believes is important. Lastly, she is very stubborn and stuck-in-her-ways. When she believes she is right, she is difficult to convince otherwise.

The Hidden Isle: Seeds of Mistrust (Dark Huntress x AkaiJose)

@Dark Huntress I like them! I just have one qualm (it may seem very nitpicky, so I apologize in advance!) considering their appearance. I think the native people of Izohir would most likely take on a more tropical appearance, with tanned skin tones considering they are on a Southern island. Furs and the sort don't seem reasonable in the environment of the island. But again, it's totally nitpicky. I just wanted to highlight the difference between those of Aysel and Izohir, as the Northern folk will tend to have lighter skin tones and lighter hair. That's really my only thing, but I like them nonetheless!

The Hidden Isle: Dragon Hunt (The One x AkaiJose)

@The One Here's the OOC and the character sheet:

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I will post my own characters in due time!