AliceInRedHeels

Fantasy Pirating Adventure

Here's mine for consideration as well~

The Witch

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Can't you hear the ocean calling you?

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Annis Peregrine

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Human

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Her hat gives her an extra couple of inches to her height, and her shorter stature is made up with her attitude. Between that and a violent swing from her staff at any perceived disrespect to the red heads height, sharp blue eyes and a sharper tongue swiftly following behind it to cut someone back down to size. Tattoos and runes run up and down her arms, some look like they were done in blood, others just because she thought they were pretty. On the slimmer side, smaller bodies make for climbing the ropes easier, she's able to slip in and out of smaller places a lot easier and will find herself into those situations after a pretty rock or a precariously perched plant to throw into her next poultice.

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Annis could always hear the sea, well correctly hear the dead trapped at the bottom of the waves, sailors and passengers alike who have lost their lives to the Great Mother. A street orphan in a dock city; she found whatever work was offered. Fixing nets, climbing masts to run lines, diving to help clear the ships hull of barnacles and the like, fetching trinkets thrown by jilted lovers to sell for cheap coin. Eventually she found proper work on a cargo ship, transporting rum and sugar between the islands, a few crumbs of knowledge on how to sail from older sailors taking pity on the curious girl, or just answering her enough for her to leave them alone before sending her back to the galley to help cook and clean. She didn't mind she had a knack for cooking, though her creations were questionable at best as she would much rather mix together ingredients to see what would happen than to care of it was edible or not. Inevitably, as if the fate of every cargo ship they were attacked by pirates, and seeing the chance to learn something new, she switched sides. Traveling that way she found a witch doctor, someone else who could hear the sea as she could. The older man, took her in and told her the stories and taught her what it meant to be 'Sea Blessed.' That's what he called it, he taught her how to fight and swear and then when they were suppose to set sail together he disappeared, leaving behind his staff and a note saying she was meant for more than just hanging on his purse strings.

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Can hear the oceans ghost, occasionally she can communicate and channel them but has little control over what ghost answers, adept at making potions and cooking.

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Trying to find out what the sea wants from her.

Fantasy Pirating Adventure

I’m so down for pirate shenanigans.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

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”Here this should help, at least for a couple of days.”

The body of the young stag was placed on the ground, next to it was placed a bag containing the innards of the beast, another with what fresh herbs and winter berries the young ranger could find. A soft look of displeasure pulling at her lips at the small haul, she had remembered Ivor mention that game was getting harder to come by but truthfully she had not believed him until her own ventures took her farther and farther from the lake shore and deeper north towards the newly formed borderlands within the cursed forest.

Black tresses of curls spilling out over her shoulders as she stood back up, smiling softly at the guard before walking off just as quickly as she had appeared from the night.

Lena reckoned she probably gave him a fright, horns and hooves floating in the air casting shadows against the fenced in walls as she had approached, covered in both dirt and dried blood she was sure she was a sight to behold; a slight chuckle before heading towards one of the shared houses the had first finished building.

It had been a month since she had made her way here, and she was still amazed by how quickly the small settlement had exploded, people finding their niches and purpose and all them willing to help and put in the effort to make this place work. Human and Blight Born alike. Having grown up in a town well developed and with deep roots, it never accorded to her, everything that went into making it work and just how fragile it all was. A cold wind and the first dusting of snow had started to fall as she walked almost as if to prove her point, she admired what the Prince was trying to accomplish here but that was his problem and truthfully she had enough of her own to worry about.

”Ah c’mon now.”

A soft grumble and a grunt as she pushed against the door, as if it did not care she had spent the better part of three days out in the forest tracking down that young buck, scrapping and scourging for what edible plants she could find only having taken a quick cold dip in the lake when she couldn't stand the sight of herself no longer. A change of clothes and the hot springs had her name on it and she’d be damned in a door would stop her. Bracing herself she leaned her shoulder into the door leveraging what weight she had against it, the groaning of the wood as it gave way and she stepped into the warmly light room.

Her boots and cloak swiftly discarded into a heap on the floor, the dagger and bow hung up on their rungs. A couple of chairs and a long table, a small bed shoved against the far wall, a fur rug from her last hunt, and various plants hung up to dry by the fire. The room itself was nothing special, one of many built into this lodging, but it was hers and she was a little proud of how far it had come.
On one of the walls pinned up was a hand drawn map of the area, small marks of charcoal noted nests and where to find different edible plants, deeper marks drew the paths and trails she had found. Red markings for where she had made kills, question marks for where she thought other animals might make their nest or find their food. Blue covered most of it to symbolize the lake and its off streams it also filled with small drawings of fish she had seen and question marks when all she saw was rippling from the deep, another long line marked the border ten miles north and while she had ventured that far out yet she would probably need to talk to Ivor soon to see if it was worth the risk of searching that far for not just food but to also know what was out there, was it safe to just ignore it or should they be more wary and concerned about it with the colder months coming.

Would predators come south for food just as they pushed north?

The thought lingered for a moment before Lena shook her head, she had just gotten back and she’d be damned if she spent the night wallowing in what ifs; rummaging under the bed almost comically trying to reach something that had rolled to the far back; her hand swinging blindly until it circled around the neck of a bottle. The last of the wine she had brought with her, her mother insisting she bring a few things from home so she wouldn’t become so uncultured less she decided to return back. Leaving it on the table, she made quick work changing into cleaner clothing, casting a glance at the trail of clothing littering her floor, the thought of having to was her gear drawing a sigh from the woman. Future her problem, she decided as she slipped her boots back , the dagger tucked down into one of them as she walked back out into the cold night air shivering slightly without the lack of her heavy cloak but the thought of wearing something soaked in deer blood back after cleaning herself was not a pleasant one so the cold it was.

Deciding against better judgement, Lena popped the cork of the wine as she walked through the streets taking a long draw, the sweetness of the summer vintage covered its bite as the heat from the alcohol flushed her cheeks. Part of her wondered what type of image she made walking brazenly through the streets while drinking, but she was tired and damned if she was judged for wanting to relax sooner than later. Quickly enough she found her way to the steps of the hot springs, the pools neatly nestled together, a brief thought on if she could skip a rock from one to the other made her giggle as she sought out the closest and largest one, all too eager to enjoy it, soft hiss melted into a purr as the warm water welcomed her, the bottle left on the ledge as she rested her arms over it hanging off the edge. Blue eyes lazily looking around at the other pools and the falling snow as she took another sip of wine.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Lena

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I Heal When I Put My Mind To Something

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Age: 28

Race:Human

Kingdom: Aurelia

Role: Ranger

Magic: Earth, Wind

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Short Bio:
Maddelena De Abondiolis
“Boss, the horses are ready.”

A wide grin spread across her face, both at being called boss and the fact that they would be setting out again into the wild. Clapping her hands she deftly shoved herself away from the table; her chair teetering precariously behind her as she abandoned it in her eagerness.

“Well c’mon then.There’s money to be made.”

A wave of her hand and the men loitering the tavern filled out after her, some of them barely old enough to be called such but each of them boisterous and self assured in their movements and though she’d never say it Maddalena was proud of her small hunting band. Hers. The thought grew the vivacious grin on her face, last nights nagging about getting themselves killed long forgotten. They had begun to travel further and further towards the borderlands, the promises of richer furs and plumper game outweighing the rising rumors of more and more blight born attacks. Like so many others in her group they simply thought it was just a rumor spread to keep children in line; after all it had been years since they first appeared and not once had she’d seen one act so violent as they described.

The beginning of that day played over and over in both her waking and sleeping hours. She lost how many hours she had spent wishing and writing out how differently she would have done things. Cursing herself for being so headstrong and stubborn, Harvok telling her they should turn back, even her horse had tried to buck her in a desperate attempt to keeping her from going forward. She knew that it was all hindsight, the tell tale sign of the stag running from something, the silence of the forest beyond their own breathing and the horses gait slowing.

The one moment she would give anything to go back and stop herself.

She could’ve stop it.

There was so much red, and the screams. The same screams that ripped themselves through her when she woke, the ones she swallowed, the ones she buried into pillows. She tried to tell herself eventually the memory would fade. That if she ran far enough the burning stares of hatred and blame wouldn’t reach her. It wasn’t her fault. The one thing she couldn’t even believe, no matter how many times her mother had told her.Walking through the same streets they used to roam and brag that they would own, visiting the same tavern they had called their base, the stables where a few of the surviving horses now lived without their owners.

Maddalena couldn’t stand it, couldn’t stand the guilt of it all so when the opportunity to travel to Dawn haven, a new start, where no one would know her she took it. She ran, ran from everything. The cold north would be her penance, she would be simpler there. She wouldn’t seek glory or fame, just simply hunt. Furs, meat, berries, herbs. Anything they would need from the forest, she would brave it herself to get so that others would stay safe. The addition of Blight Born into the settlement was a huge adjustment for the young woman, the fear lacing her veins like ice, the guilt she had for feeling that way. She had meet them before, she knew that all of them weren't violent and mindless, some just couldn't contain their hunger, especially the new ones but her body still stiffened when one walked by and bile raised in her throat so she avoided them shamefully. They did nothing wrong, and knew nothing of what happened to Maddalena, the woman she left behind, the version of herself she could never be again.

Here she was just Lena, the ranger.

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The Siren

W h a t Swims B E L O W	Isabella Finch 21 Blightborn: Energy Lunarian Magic:Water/Sound Fisherman

Shaped By The Water The first thing she remembered was drowning. The depths of the lake pulling her deeper like hands wrapping around her limbs,as her brain desperately yelled at her to breathe, but she was never taught how to swim. That wasn’t cute, it wasn’t needed of her. For a brief moment there was nothing, no discomfort, no thoughts, just a moment of bliss. Of Freedom. Then there was pain, her skin ripping and sewing itself back together. The screams caught in her throat as the water was pushed out of her neck, small slit’s hungrily sifting through the water for oxygen as she began to swim. This time it was almost instinctual as she moved through the water, searching, a hunger driving her forward gracefully through the lakes depths. It wasn’t even a few hours ago that she was blindfolded and tied up-in the back of a wagon, doe-eyed and confused as hushed voices whispered about her, and how Isabella’s family would pay a pretty penny to get their doll back. That was all she was to her parents, since she was born all they wanted was a plaything and not a child. Something to show off and have others exclaim how delightful and wonderful their daughter is. How pretty she looked in those dresses, a snide remark towards the grown woman wearing children’s frills and ruffles, but it made her parents happy. It was what they wanted, it was the only role she knew. Isabella wanted her parents affection and love, the one time she tried to rebel burned into her memory. Her parents disgust and looks of betrayal. After that she pushed any thought of being her own person aside, all too eager to be the sweet child they always wanted. What did she do wrong this time. She remembered thinking that in the back of the wagon, every bump and jostle sending the pins of her dress digging into her sides, her eyes blurred from the pain but she didn’t dare make a sound. Children should be seen and not heard. Another one of her father’s favorite phrases. Isabella often wondered if he only agreed to have her so her mother would be happy. As if he was getting her a pet. The adoration and affection wore off as she got older, each year they became a little colder and each year Isabella threw herself deeper and deeper into the curated persona they had chosen for her; hoping that she could win back their love. They were the only thing she’s ever known, she wasn’t sent to school, and even her tutors only taught her enough not to embarrass herself at parties. They focused more on etiquette and child like antics then they did on arithmetics and books, on social skills and gaining favors over basic skills. Isabella’s entire world was her parents and what they needed from her, and to find herself kidnapped on the back of a wagon she felt strange. She wanted to cry and scream and her heart was in her throat with how hard it was beating. Raising thoughts and the urge to vomit as she desperately tried to keep calm. She wasn’t suppose to feel these things. It was not allowed. They were deep north into blight territory when the kidnappers bothered to stop, they had found a small hut north of what would become Dawnhaven. Far enough from the capital that they would be safe from any pursuing guards or hounds that might have been sent after them. The hunger for greed of man will far outweigh the fear of consequence. Perhaps that’s why they had strayed so far North, or the kidnappers didn’t realize how close each breath brought them to danger. The new moon offered no light to warn them, the haze on the ground written off as mist rolling off the lake. All the while Isabella was slumped over in the back of the wagon, the panic had worked its way through her. Her brain shutting off in a desperate attempt to sheltering itself. The eerie since had the pair on edge, as if their instincts screamed they weren’t safe there, perhaps it was the fear talking but when they check on her they swore she was dead, her chest wasn’t moving and she gave no response when they tried to wake her. One of the men swore she was ice cold to the touch, urging the other that they should just dump her into the lake and flee. It wasn’t right here. They’d be cursed if they stayed. Blight Born Ears to Fins. Webbed Hands. Freckles to Scales. Before the blight got to her, Isabella was what she would call pretty. Long bouncy red curls, simple dresses perhaps best suited for a child, her parent’s choice, and bright hazel eyes that seemed to light up the room. Now she didn’t know what she looked like, she knew her curls were pink now and that her hands and feet had split to grow webbing, there were gashes in her neck where gills had grown, her ears had morphed into fins that could both hear and feel the currents around her. But she couldn’t tell you if she was still pretty. That her hazel eyes now matched the bright pink of her hair, that what was once freckles now were tiny scales that shimmered and bounced the moonlight around. She hoped she was still pretty, as her parents needed her to be. Type: Energy Abilities:Isabella can move between water and land at will, her body naturally switching from gills to lungs. Her eye sight is enhanced while in water making it easy for her to track down fish and prey alike. Beyond her aquatic nature she’s able to produce a certain amount of charm, a soft string of not quite music that lures animals and sometimes humans to her so that she might fed. The song itself sounds different to each person that hears it so it makes it harder for others to believe it’s real. Weaknesses:She needs to submerge herself daily to keep from drying out, warm and high temperatures also leave her weak and dizzy. Having gotten used to the darkness of the lake her eyes are sensitive to light as well as lots of loud sounds.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Hey hey, here's mine for consideration! Let me know if I need to expand/change/or edit anything. :)

Lena

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I Heal When I Put My Mind To Something

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Age: 28

Race:Human

Kingdom: Aurelia

Role: Ranger

Magic: Earth, Wind

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Short Bio:
Maddelena De Abondiolis
“Boss, the horses are ready.”

A wide grin spread across her face, both at being called boss and the fact that they would be setting out again into the wild. Clapping her hands she deftly shoved herself away from the table; her chair teetering precariously behind her as she abandoned it in her eagerness.

“Well c’mon then.There’s money to be made.”

A wave of her hand and the men loitering the tavern filled out after her, some of them barely old enough to be called such but each of them boisterous and self assured in their movements and though she’d never say it Maddalena was proud of her small hunting band. Hers. The thought grew the vivacious grin on her face, last nights nagging about getting themselves killed long forgotten. They had begun to travel further and further towards the borderlands, the promises of richer furs and plumper game outweighing the rising rumors of more and more blight born attacks. Like so many others in her group they simply thought it was just a rumor spread to keep children in line; after all it had been years since they first appeared and not once had she’d seen one act so violent as they described.

The beginning of that day played over and over in both her waking and sleeping hours. She lost how many hours she had spent wishing and writing out how differently she would have done things. Cursing herself for being so headstrong and stubborn, Harvok telling her they should turn back, even her horse had tried to buck her in a desperate attempt to keeping her from going forward. She knew that it was all hindsight, the tell tale sign of the stag running from something, the silence of the forest beyond their own breathing and the horses gait slowing.

The one moment she would give anything to go back and stop herself.

She could’ve stop it.

There was so much red, and the screams. The same screams that ripped themselves through her when she woke, the ones she swallowed, the ones she buried into pillows. She tried to tell herself eventually the memory would fade. That if she ran far enough the burning stares of hatred and blame wouldn’t reach her. It wasn’t her fault. The one thing she couldn’t even believe, no matter how many times her mother had told her.Walking through the same streets they used to roam and brag that they would own, visiting the same tavern they had called their base, the stables where a few of the surviving horses now lived without their owners.

Maddalena couldn’t stand it, couldn’t stand the guilt of it all so when the opportunity to travel to Dawn haven, a new start, where no one would know her she took it. She ran, ran from everything. The cold north would be her penance, she would be simpler there. She wouldn’t seek glory or fame, just simply hunt. Furs, meat, berries, herbs. Anything they would need from the forest, she would brave it herself to get so that others would stay safe. The addition of Blight Born into the settlement was a huge adjustment for the young woman, the fear lacing her veins like ice, the guilt she had for feeling that way. She had meet them before, she knew that all of them weren't violent and mindless, some just couldn't contain their hunger, especially the new ones but her body still stiffened when one walked by and bile raised in her throat so she avoided them shamefully. They did nothing wrong, and knew nothing of what happened to Maddalena, the woman she left behind, the version of herself she could never be again.

Here she was just Lena, the ranger.

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

If there is still room available, I’d like to throw my hat into the ring. Nothing like getting back into it then jumping in the deep end, right?

Lantern

I'll post soon! Got kidnapped to the beach, and actually just got engaged. Hahh...

Lantern

Will try as well~

Being done with school is nicee, I just wanna sleep all the time. Hah..

Lantern

Ohhhhh, yay post~~~

Lantern

This one thinks @Mokley is a slacker~ ^.^

I'm free from school come Monday~~~