Anders

Tales of Arcadia - Fantasy, Magic, Monsters, Adventure

My sheet is ready to be looked over, let me know if there’s any discrepancies that need to be fixed.

Tales of Arcadia - Fantasy, Magic, Monsters, Adventure

My sheet is still a WIP but it’s nearly done.

Tales of Arcadia - Fantasy, Magic, Monsters, Adventure

Greyscale Boy

Lial Ebrial

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Gender: Male

Age: Seventeen

Appearance:

• 125 Lbs
• 5 feet and 5 inches in height.
• Blue Eyes - wears violet contacts.
• Artifical White Hair - black roots.
• Small Framed

Personality:

Lial, or Bel as he prefers to be called is a strange one by no underestimation. He enjoys alternative culture, finding interest in things that stray away from typical social norms and takes pride in making efforts to be an outcast. He’s not unfriendly, though can come across as passive aggressive and tends to dwell on criticism quite negatively. Sensitivity shines strong and he’s not one to deny it, but he can self-improve should the proper guidance come along his path. More often than not, he is writing his thoughts down on paper for afterthough. Bel has some defining social quirks; he draws out his words when pressing emphasis on sarcasm, he will sigh to cut someone off, and he snaps his fingers repeatedly during moments of deduction.

Background:

Born and raised in Dublin, Lial has been a history fanatic since the earliest years of his education. The pasta of so many different countries were rich with grandiose stories of heroes, wars, and adventures that he had so much wished to be a part of. The only thing his childhood self could do to muster these feelings is to portray them. He took up theatre, purchased old literature memorabilia to bring these stories to life, even went to festivals annually to get his fill of the stories of the past.

Reaching his final years before college, Lial has reclused himself and driven a stake into what was left of his social life’s heart. He cosplays on a regular basis, and while he has a bit of notoriety online, he has very little to show for it. When he does decide to leave the comfort of his humble abode, Bel frequents “Samson’s Comics” which is a small hobby store inside the local mall. The individuals who socialize within the store are a little older than Bel, but friendly enough, and typically keep to themselves and their tabletop rpgs.

He has however, in his time being a degenerate, gained sole ground in the arts. He is meticulous when it comes to crafts, making sure every cosplay is of high-quality and refuses to buy pieces premade for him. He’s drawn and sketched multiple plans for these cosplays, designed and casted molds even for weapons. The boy was very passionate about his hobby, if only he could find something to utilize those skills within.

Abilities:

Tailorcraft • The art of weaving clothing through multiple methods using a wide array of threads and tapestries. Lial is skilled at creating clothing, and enjoys the process of doing so. This skill factors into a multitude of Lial’s passions, and he even acquired a small group of th Dublin goth scene’s attention to design dresses for their “Castle Ball”.

Encylopedeia • Lial is a history buff but he has also accumulated a lot of random facts that he personally found interesting in his studies. Rather than study on a subject to further his career, he knows what month of the year Northern Lapwing chicks hatch from their eggs. He does hold some useful information in that warped brain of his too, though. Designs of old technology, old languages, medieval etiquette, all kinds of weird stuff.

Relic:

Old Black Boots • A little worse for the wear, these padded soft toe boots seemed relatively intact. They bore no laces, instead a compact design that raised to just below the boy’s calves and fit snug against his skin. On the inside was a fairly worn down soft fabric that prevented them from sticking to skin when being snuggled on. One final thing of note, there’s a small compartment on each outwards side of the ankle for what appears to be a boot knife. There was no knife there, but still pretty nifty if you ever acquired one.

Tales of Arcadia - Fantasy, Magic, Monsters, Adventure

I’ll plop interest.

The Skies of Elysia: Airships, Aliens, and Adventure (Closed)

Al'at

Terersg -- Habbin Spaceport

Three days, minimal amounts of food and water, times were rough for this foreigner and things didn't seem like they were getting better. He was short on coin, and while he could probably get a hefty count of currency for the well-maintained Zaldean attire on his back- his pride just wouldn't let him go that far. Al'at instead accepted what was offered, kept on his feet and traveled as frequently possible. There was no time to waste, people needed to be spoken to, he had knowledge to accumulate. There was however one thing that irked the man, gnawing away at the back of his head like a voice of warning. Blood. He had six vials left of what he brought from home, and, while there was a surplus of the very life essence walking and breathing around him- you could not just approach a stranger and ask them for a small insignificant amount of their sanguine liquid insides. Or could you?

"No, I can't.." The Zaldean quickly retorted to voice inside his head, a sneer of annoyance embracing the man's pale youthful face as he lightly marched on with the light leather taps on the sand below, damn it was hot.

His crimson eyes would glance along the numerous races as he did so, observing and analyzing, he'd read about many of them in books but few-few of his people got to see them with their own eyes. A Garuda female in particular caught eyes with Al'at and scampered towards him, a near-predatory smile upon the woman's face as she pressed past the oncoming flow of people to approach Al'at. She stood a good foot taller than the man, pale violet skin, with glowing runes across her body. What gave her race away more than anything were the feathery ears that slipped through the woman's raven hair. Her glowing hues stared curiously at Al'at, scanning his attire and visage with an expectant look as she came to meet his pace at his right side.

“Keep your head down bureaucrat. This is a place of profiteering and survival, no pampering will be had here.” She hissed, her slit eyes seeming to bravely peer at Al’at, her imposition casting a shadow over the pale man.

“I’m not dressed for this environment my lady, and I’ve not eaten or consumed water in some time- why I’m not dead is likely a feat of magic or a biological miracle. So believe me when I say, pampering is something that I am not accustomed to.” Al’at retorted with a troubled-innocent smile. His pristine white teeth beamed up at the woman, though her attention seemed to be drawn somewhere else.

“We will see about that, what brings you to the scorching sea anyway? Typically it’s merchants of some kind who visit us, perhaps you’re looking for a slaver?” She flashes her own sharpened carnivorous teeth a purple blue hue tinged her mouth. She was an interesting specimen, maybe she would offer Al’at some of her blood. She had plenty to spare after all.

She still matched his steps and kept with the flow of footed traffic, but her avian vision seemed to see something he could not in the distance near a public statue. Was it the statue? It seemed to be of a Seeq of importance, artfully clad in ceremonial clothes and holding a large stave. Curiousity overcame Al’at, but it would be quickly replaced with an overcoming sense of urgency. A speeder car flew by, nearly leveling a nearby section of people and maintained full-speed as it continued through the port. Whoever was inside cared little for who he wounded or even killed, just what exactly drove them to do this? “If you value your life little noble boy, you better start running.” The Garuda woman started to sprint, and many others behind them doing the same, Al’at instead decided to watch and observe. Acting without information wasn’t something he enjoyed doing, it was too impulsive. Whether this caused him to meet his maker, or to visually see or find out what was stirring up such a ruckus was all that mattered in this moment.

The Skies of Elysia: Airships, Aliens, and Adventure (Closed)

My post will be up early tomorrow!

The Skies of Elysia: Airships, Aliens, and Adventure (Closed)

There is an abundance of robo-dudes.

Digimon: Digital Monsters- V3

Not going to be able to give my all at this, juggling three roleplays at the moment and not finding any time to write much. Sorry for the false-hope I hope you guys find some more bodies to keep this going.

Digimon: Digital Monsters- V3

@tobiax
A Bakemon evolution line.

Digimon: Digital Monsters- V3

@EnterTheHero

It’ll be up tonight or tommorrow, I work full-time so the weekend is when I’m actually able to spend hours on writing.