BytheSpleen

The Shadow Guardian Chronicles: Life as a Student Mage. (18+ ish)

Possibly interested...

Peaceful Village ( Slow-Paced )

@Chronothesis@Teddiplier

With Naito and her goods in tow, Akiko made her way to Kukauro's house while chattering about the progress of her labors this morning.

"Hey, Naito-chan, guess what I tried today? Beets! Mom had a few seeds imported so she could try it out in the garden, but I stole a few and planted them right by the rice! I...hehe...actually have no idea what kinda soil they like though. I wonder if they'll even take hold..."

Subconsciously, Akiko kneaded and prodded Naito's knuckles in consideration.

"I mean, even if I fail, it doesn't matter! My tank's full of hatchlings right now! I'll put in the biggest prawns so they'll have supermassive babies next year! Then I'll be floating in cash! How about that, huh? We can buy our teacher and classmates treats, and maybe I can step up the business to tiger prawns! And then...and then...well...I dunno. I'm pooped outta ideas."

That didn't take too long; they were right in front of Kukauro's house. Akiko's big puppy eyes were looking into Naito's yet again, their faces less than three inches from each other.

"...so...got any ideas for the mountains?"

Her breath was like the ocean. Freaking salty was what it was. Akiko gave a wink.

"I'll let you chew on that. Hello Kukauro-chaaaaaan! Can I kidnap your daughter today?"

Starfall

I know there's a rider interested in pairing with Freya, but does anyone else have a preference for my character? I just want to make sure that pairing isn't totally up to a "me first!" sorta thing, if it means possibly missing out on an otherwise unique / fun opportunity with two good characters.

Starfall

@Knight of Doom

Arm span or wing span...?

Calling all Male Demons! And Human Females….

"Today is for moving in, meeting people and reading the laptop news. I bet that you didn't read the memo. It basically told about the various stores, how you get your pay, the three events this weekend, which you do get a free costume for Saturday and Sunday. I'm making an appointment as early as I can so that I can get the best costume. The note also told what is in the mailbox.
Why don't you come over to my place for a bit and we can look at the catalog tablet." Bessie invited.

@Aisling

"I did not miss anything, Bessie," Blake said. "But I'll accept your offer. The two of us are going to go into your room all by ourselves?"

@ZB1996

Yosef simply nodded, for want of concision.

To Blake's concern, Yosef replied :

"I think I trust myself enough to be alone in a room with a girl and NOT do anything lewd. That isn't my capital vice, anyways..."

Sure, to humans, that would be somewhat normal to say, but for Blake and Yosef...well, Yosef trusts Blake enough, apparently, to give away part of his identity.

Starfall

"Freya the Bereaved" [+]

Username:

BytheSpleen

Name:

Lafreyast, Bereaved Broodmother | Call-name "Freya"

Age:

Apparent : 18-25 | Actual : 175

Gender:

Female

Human Appearance:

5'6 | 130 lbs. | Noticeable, single scar from navel to genitals

Dragon Appearance:

9'0 Tall; 12 yd. Long | 1350 lb. | Grey Scaled

Personality:

Befitting of her true name and history, Freya comes off as excessively tender towards her charges. She embraces her life of servitude and acts much like a mother / house-servant as a way of transference of her lost children, and often addresses humans as her "Ki'ith", the dragon word for "child". And, like mothers do when siblings fight, she tends to butt her head into issues she may or may not have any idea about, much to the dismay of many squabbling riders and nobles. Despite this, her personal charges / pairings are jealously guarded as if they were her own flesh and blood, and take all preference above anyone else. She, in order to cope with her loss, has constructed a lie that she fought in favor of the humans and riders, and thus lives in the illusion that she's more of a "resident" dragon, rather than a slave. Her loyalty, hence, for the riders exceeds any and all politics. Thus, she is not truly free of thought, and never truly free of her simple nature.

Short Biography:

Lafreyast, as a free dragon, had conceived rather early in her lifetime, and for the short span of her later adolescence and young adulthood, lived in harmony with her mate, extended family, and children in the north parts of Athea. Her children, however, made the mistake of flying openly towards the south, and so stumbled upon a dragon hunting party. Within 20 seconds, the daughter was slain. The son came flying back to his family, bloodied and all, and died shortly after he told of the news. Lafreyast, on the way with a third child, could do little to stop her family as every single one of them flew off to exact vengeance. They never returned, predictably. It took perhaps a few days and a few nights for the hunters to find Lafreyast, who was by then in the middle of her labor. The hunters, out of their own vengeance for their lost families, tore the mother's child out of the womb, and carried it off to somewhere. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shadow fly off the cliff, but the rain hid the noise of impact. She could only assume the worst. The trauma drove her mad as she saw glimpses her of her family members' horns carried in procession as the hunters set up camp, and then she lost consciousness.

When she came back to, weeks later, she conceived a lie within her cell that her family tore her child away from her, that her children laughed as they consumed their sibling, that her mate and family had betrayed everything she once stood for. She constructed the lie that she joined the hunters and riders, and had done the eviscerating herself.

Since then, she's alternated between house-maid, steed, liaison, and even once a a literal whore. Her life has been tied to the guild for many, many years, and remains as one of the first "spoils" of the guild's bloody war against dragons.

It would be a great loss on the riders' part if the veil were to be lifted, to lose such an asset...or would it?

Abilities:

• Haelen - Lafreyast can partially regenerate and heal from otherwise dangerous wounds without requiring extensive surgery, provided she has the time and shelter to do so. Only works for wounds that do not affect the respiratory system or the central nervous system. Anatomy still applies, and she still must have her body parts in the correct places for the healing to be effective, lest you'd have a dragon with its guts constantly dragging along the floor.
• Fliegen - Lafreyast can manipulate her scales to rise or flatten; useful for de-icing and braking, as well as complex maneuvers.
• Halare - Lafreyast breathes longer with less oxygen needed, allowing her to ascend to as far as the thermopause before conditions become dangerous. Doing so, however, requires hours of adjustment.

Rider:

Kieran @Bluetommy2

Other:

She cooks, she cleans, she washes, she nurses.
She nurtures, she plays, she reads, she rehearses.
Minus her eyes, you'd never tell she was a dragon.
She does her best to forget ever being one,
though her eyes leave too little to imagine.
She rhymes, she sings, she loves, she cares
about those who must be protected, down even to the little hairs.
She laughs, she cries, sobbing in throes
she smiles, she knows...
...given a little time, she'll reap what she sows.

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

Lyra

Name: Shteivel / "Lyra" Leevva
Age: 45
Gender: Female
Race: Pure Mountain Elf
Shteivel is the child of two artificers of enchantments, who were both exiled and later assassinated for making enchantments that would steal the magic potential from Mountain Elves specifically.

Nature: Lyra is quite a motherly individual, to the point where she almost coddles her comrades. She brings stricture and order to any sort of lodging, but is extremely susceptible to fall for seemingly vulnerable things. She's rather easy to trust (as she easily trusts just about anyone), provided no one's taking advantage of her kindness...

Looks:

Lyra would be, by the hedonistic standards of lords and ladies with the time to spare, a beautiful creature to pry apart at with one's eyes. She stands at a comfortable 5'6, which isn't too terribly tall nor short, except for the fact that people usually think she'd be a half-elf. She weighs 125 lb., which explains her rather average (but again, comfortable!) curves. Despite her given age, her face seems devoid of wrinkles and blemishes - a sign that the beginning of her near-eternal clock has begun to tick.

She is slightly bow-legged, which slightly causes her hips to naturally spread a little wider, and like all elves, she has tipped ears. Her hair, like most Mountain Elves, is a flaxen hue so devoid of color it may be likened to the unpicked grains of wheat in the winter. Her hair is usually tied in a skewered bun or a loose bun, whichever works better. Her eyes are quite beautiful and gentle, as her irises are an incredibly soft and matte powder blue. They are so matte that they refuse to shine sunlight, but instead leave only an ever-soft color to lose one's self in. Her skin is deathly pale with a soft pink twist, as her rigorous mountain-side lifestyle has breathed at least a small burst of life into her cheeks (which are, most times, quite thin). She has slim lips and a cute button nose to boot.

Her only adornment is a brilliantly blue earring on her left ear. A tattoo of what appears to be half of a gear fans out from her tailbone, though what purpose it serves is unknown.

Class: Necromancy
Lyra is a genius at necromancy, especially in the art of manipulating corpses to do her bidding. However, she isn't a terribly skilled spiritualist, which means it's harder for her to talk to spirits and clearly make out their requests and contracts. That's why she refuses to sign any, and instead relies on her own power, which includes death rays alongside her manipulation of corpses.

Story:
Shteivel was once part of the highest of the Mountain Elves, via her family. Most of the people who lived up on the peaks were master artificers; the Leevvas were no exception. Their trade was the enchantment of various objects, and so they were renowned even among the Mountain Elves as among the most precise enchanters of their time. Clocks, compasses, and other instruments of measurement gain unparalleled accuracy. Industrial saws were strengthened to outlast even the most well-maintained of swords. It become a point of controversy : that the Leevvas began to dabble in innovations, not improvements. Strange tools, though far inferior to that of the magic-imbued instruments, were produced and made cheaply, as they were powered by the sun. For a time, the Mountain Elves enjoyed this dubious technology...only to realize that an entire generation of their children were talentless - stripped of magic.

The one thing the Mountain Elves could call their strength was briefly taken away : magic. These tools did not capture the sun's light for power - they ripped the futures from the wombs of children unborn. Thus, borne in a time of uncertainty and fear was the Vile Generation. The weak ones were tossed and disposed of; the stronger ones, however, were exiled and sold into slavery.

Shteivel, the first of the Viles, was kidnapped and processed into this system as her parents were obliterated by angered parents. She was 10 then. In this system, she was subject to hard labor and plenty of types of abuse, until she was picked up by no less a half-breed wizard for cheap coin, and became his test subject, apprentice, liason, and eventually confidant. Her final labor, which happened 6 years into her servitude of the wizard, was one last experiment, one that would scar her forever. She was to bind a spirit into her womb, so as to lock it inside the fetus, and then raise it as a conduit for immense magical power. Only, this attempt was futile.

Although she did learn how to perform magic to an uncannily powerful extent, there was something inside her, a void that originated from her stolen power. The spirit rejected and fled Shteivel, and tore her from the inside out.

She awoke, weeks later, as a girl without any possibility to bear children, thanks to her incredibly warped womb. As part of the contract, she was christened "Lyra" as a free woman, though without a future, all things considered...except for what she was taught : necromancy.

Life had other plans, and she ended up tutoring aristocrats' children when she was 40. The time in between that change is best left in the dust.

Motive: Will PM.

Calling all Male Demons! And Human Females….

I'll draw the mask by hand some time later.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Emmaline Muller

Not 40 minutes ago, Emmaline's body was burning as though someone had stuffed a pile of hot charcoal in her arms and lungs.

Not 30 minutes ago, Emma had doused those flames in freezing cold water. If she spared any, even her tears might've froze if she stayed any longer than the few minutes she could endure.

Not 25 minutes ago, Emmy was practically cooking her esophagus with piping-hot ham and bread. She could still feel the grains of sand crunch between her teeth, courtesy of yesterday's training course. Thank God there was cold milk to down it all.

Not 20 minutes ago, Muller was naked in front of both men and women in a tiny barracks for over the 24th time. By now, it was nothing to be concerned about, nothing unusual for a leaving private to go put on the freshest equipment possible. Nobody explicitly cared, and neither did she.

Not 18 minutes ago, the lancer was breathing in alternations of warm, dry air (the mess hall) and humid, cold air (outside). Now it was just stuffy (in the APC). Stuffier than a stuffed turkey on Passover.

God, it was stifling hot inside the blast suit. While Emmaline's hairs clung to her face, she had the pleasure to observe her allies clad in much lighter outfits. The ruffles and puffs of their suits had nothing but free skin and flesh underneath. As for Emmaline? Plates, upon plates, upon plates, upon plates...

...even if it was an anti-infantry lance, Emmaline felt a little obnoxious for lugging around so much equipment. Look at that sniper there - see how quickly he could move, or those scouts? See how small, yet effective those weapons were?

...wait, what was the fun part of being a Lancer again? How co-

Right. The tank.

Speaking of which, she was inside something akin to that. An APC was the name, right?

Just to make her point, Emmaline made a long, almost exaggerated sigh, which promptly broke into a light, cheery hum of a jig from her hometown. This wait could be long if no one else was coming...

Starfall

"Freya the Bereaved" [+]

Username:

BytheSpleen

Name:

Lafreyast, Bereaved Broodmother | Call-name "Freya"

Age:

Apparent : 18-25 | Actual : 175

Gender:

Female

Human Appearance:

5'6 | 130 lbs. | Noticeable, single scar from navel to genitals

Dragon Appearance:

9'0 Tall; 12 yd. Long | 1350 lb. | Grey Scaled

Personality:

Befitting of her true name and history, Freya comes off as excessively tender towards her charges. She embraces her life of servitude and acts much like a mother / house-servant as a way of transference of her lost children, and often addresses humans as her "Ki'ith", the dragon word for "child". And, like mothers do when siblings fight, she tends to butt her head into issues she may or may not have any idea about, much to the dismay of many squabbling riders and nobles. Despite this, her personal charges / pairings are jealously guarded as if they were her own flesh and blood, and take all preference above anyone else. She, in order to cope with her loss, has constructed a lie that she fought in favor of the humans and riders, and thus lives in the illusion that she's more of a "resident" dragon, rather than a slave. Her loyalty, hence, for the riders exceeds any and all politics. Thus, she is not truly free of thought, and never truly free of her simple nature.

Short Biography:

Lafreyast, as a free dragon, had conceived rather early in her lifetime, and for short span of her later adolescence and young adulthood, lived in harmony with her mate, extended family, and children in the north parts of Athea. Her children, however, made the mistake of flying openly towards the south, and so stumbled upon a dragon hunting party. Within 20 seconds, the daughter was slain. The son came flying back to his family, bloodied and all, and died shortly after he told of the news. Lafreyast, on the way with a third child, could do little to stop her family as every single one of them flew off to exact vengeance. They never returned, predictably. It took perhaps a few days and a few nights for the hunters to find Lafreyast, who was by then in the middle of her labor. The hunters, out of their own vengeance for their lost families, tore the mother's child out of the womb, and carried it off to somewhere. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shadow fly off the cliff, but the rain hid the noise of impact. She could only assume the worst. The trauma drove her mad as she saw glimpses her of her family members' horns carried in procession as the hunters set up camp, and then she lost consciousness.

When she came back to, weeks later, she conceived a lie within her cell that her family tore her child away from her, that her children laughed as they consumed their sibling, that her mate and family had betrayed everything she once stood for. She constructed the lie that she joined the hunters and riders, and had done the eviscerating herself.

It would be a great loss on the riders' part if the veil were to be lifted...or would it?

Abilities:

• Haelen - Lafreyast can partially regenerate and heal from otherwise dangerous wounds without requiring extensive surgery, provided she has the time and shelter to do so. Only works for wounds that do not affect the respiratory system or the central nervous system. Anatomy still applies, and she still must have her body parts in the correct places for the healing to be effective, lest you'd have a dragon with its guts constantly dragging along the floor.
• Fliegen - Lafreyast can manipulate her scales to rise or flatten; useful for de-icing and braking, as well as complex maneuvers.
• Halare - Lafreyast breathes longer with less oxygen needed, allowing her to ascend to as far as the thermopause before conditions become dangerous. Doing so, however, requires hours of adjustment.

Rider:

Other:

She cooks, she cleans, she washes, she nurses.
She nurtures, she plays, she reads, she rehearses.
Minus her eyes, you'd never tell she was a dragon.
She does her best to forget ever being one,
though her eyes leave too little to imagine.
She rhymes, she sings, she loves, she cares
about those who must be protected, down even to the little hairs.
She laughs, she cries, sobbing in throes
she smiles, she knows...
...given a little time, she'll reap what she sows.