BytheSpleen

Age of Kaaos (Fantasy RP)

Observing all of the squalor was a small figure, no doubt a child by stature and countenance. While she herself was to be considered very well a part of what would be an upcoming insurrection, the cloaked adolescent merely bided her time on the lap of the safest wench she could hire. She was used to pillows, but in a place akin to Myrskyburg, she figured even defiled flesh was less ridden with all manners of plagues than the surfaces she could sit or lie upon.

With eyes as red as a coal in a furnace, Khadila Usksha had surveyed the patrons filling up one by one, crying out the same lament in hushed whispers :

"Begin again."

It just came to mind that for her, her beginning was where they went wrong. It just came to mind, then, that perhaps before she was born, there were better opportunities...

...perhaps it was what these downtrodden mongrels wanted, or if they spoke truthfully, there would be a profit to turn in this upcoming attrition.

God forbid she would grow up to be the latter-minded.

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

"Saatur, get behind me," Lyra commanded with a lower voice. As she was saying so, she started off with a brisk walk. Step by urgent step, her pace was always increasing ever so slightly; her heels now scarcely touched the ground, and her feet were tense to spring forward.

Where the hell did that beast come from? While the mountains weren't awfully far away, certainly the town would've scared it off, wouldn't it?

"Now, Saatur!"

Lyra was running now. Old muscles and reserves were being tapped, and she could feel her lungs get heavy again. Hopefully, her running closer would just scare it off, but if the worst came about...

...death beams. Right...

Age of Kaaos (Fantasy RP)

(Kaya) Khadila Usksha

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Race: Djinn

Gear:

• Cloak - A rich, midnight-blue cloak made only for those who are recognized as those favored by the community; also worn by relatives of these important figures. (Un)Fortunately, she's the latter.
  
  
  
  
  An example of a daughter and father donning the aristocrats' cloaks.
• Skiing...shoes? - A pair of high-heeled shoes with much of its parts cut off to resemble a sandal. The midsole and the toe (which can be pulled up to reveal cloven cleats) of the shoe is covered in smooth wood, while the heel of the footwear is dotted with steep cleats. A fairly recent invention used to traverse desert terrains.
• Scroll Bag - A leather bag carrying three scrolls, each of which open up to 20 yards long. Two of them detail djinn physiology, and the remaining one lightly brushes over human and griffin physiology.

Skills: Khadila specializes first and foremost in surgery, as is custom of her lineage to practice. Following that from a far distance would be general medical practice on a broader scale, including the usage of certain substances instead of magic to cure certain illnesses, as well as performing a variety of other medical procedures.

Physical Description:

5'5 | 115 lb. | Rust Irises | Sandstone-Yellow Hair

Personality:

Khadila is rather straightforward and frank on many issues, as is customary for her clan to behave when dealing with those outside the family. Though stubborn in her core beliefs, which include Djinn superiority, the despotism of any and all other "uncivilized, inferior cultures", and other prejudices, she treasures her life enough to let even these go for some policy to keep the peace. That is, unless she finds an injustice too strong to bear without intervention. Above all things, including her culture-related beliefs, she favors life. War itself is a disgusting thing to her, and though she is forced to be stain in its marks, she believes that if anything, it would be better if war and death wasn't a wanton, arbitrary thing, but rather a more natural occurrence by the work of the stars above and the rules that dictate the living world.

History:

Khadila was born in raised in aristocracy, though most would say the "lower" aristocracy, if it meant actually doing work as opposed to managing those who did. Her family came from a long and broad line of researchers of medicine, the core branch of which studied surgeries. Khadila is part of that main branch, but is the only heiress of the lineage; her mother was found to be barren after giving birth to Khadila. The only problem was that, by then, Kaaos had shifted the hierarchy of the Uskshas to the branch that researched some obscure thing called "splicing". It was a hush-hush affair between that family and the rest of the clan, so few knew what they were getting into when they accepted the changes.

Khadila's parents instructed her to flee and join the resistance, one night, after they returned home all bloody and burnt, and it sure as hell wasn't their blood. The only thing that Khadila knew as she fled through the sand-swept alleys was that she was going to have to prepare her skills for something much larger than an affair within her clan...

Other:

• For her ease of commuting, she dabbles with some minor telekinesis to fling herself over short distances, if she's in a rush.

Alfheim Online: Fairy Dance of Death [Open]

@NarcissisticPotato

Go ahead then :D

@everyoneelse Can we have this invasion happen as opposed to just having the Sylph lord killed off like in ALO? The canon isn't very long, so I'd like to extend it by having the Imps get taken over and make a large enough threat to the others to drag out the race in-fighting for longer.

Alfheim Online: Fairy Dance of Death [Open]

I really need that Salamander insurrection to happen before I can even make another post :<

Age of Kaaos (Fantasy RP)

@Ariamis Finished my application.

Age of Kaaos (Fantasy RP)

(Kaya) Khadila Usksha

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Race: Djinn

Gear:

• Cloak - A rich, midnight-blue cloak made only for those who are recognized as those favored by the community; also worn by relatives of these important figures. (Un)Fortunately, she's the latter.
  
  
  
  
  An example of a daughter and father donning the aristocrats' cloaks.
• Skiing...shoes? - A pair of high-heeled shoes with much of its parts cut off to resemble a sandal. The midsole and the toe (which can be pulled up to reveal cloven cleats) of the shoe is covered in smooth wood, while the heel of the footwear is dotted with steep cleats. A fairly recent invention used to traverse desert terrains.
• Scroll Bag - A leather bag carrying three scrolls, each of which open up to 20 yards long. Two of them detail djinn physiology, and the remaining one lightly brushes over human and griffin physiology.

Skills: Khadila specializes first and foremost in surgery, as is custom of her lineage to practice. Following that from a far distance would be general medical practice on a broader scale, including the usage of certain substances instead of magic to cure certain illnesses, as well as performing a variety of other medical procedures.

Physical Description:

5'5 | 115 lb. | Rust Irises | Sandstone-Yellow Hair

Personality:

Khadila is rather straightforward and frank on many issues, as is customary for her clan to behave when dealing with those outside the family. Though stubborn in her core beliefs, which include Djinn superiority, the despotism of any and all other "uncivilized, inferior cultures", and other prejudices, she treasures her life enough to let even these go for some policy to keep the peace. That is, unless she finds an injustice too strong to bear without intervention. Above all things, including her culture-related beliefs, she favors life. War itself is a disgusting thing to her, and though she is forced to be stain in its marks, she believes that if anything, it would be better if war and death wasn't a wanton, arbitrary thing, but rather a more natural occurrence by the work of the stars above and the rules that dictate the living world.

History:

Khadila was born in raised in aristocracy, though most would say the "lower" aristocracy, if it meant actually doing work as opposed to managing those who did. Her family came from a long and broad line of researchers of medicine, the core branch of which studied surgeries. Khadila is part of that main branch, but is the only heiress of the lineage; her mother was found to be barren after giving birth to Khadila. The only problem was that, by then, Kaaos had shifted the hierarchy of the Uskshas to the branch that researched some obscure thing called "splicing". It was a hush-hush affair between that family and the rest of the clan, so few knew what they were getting into when they accepted the changes.

Khadila's parents instructed her to flee and join the resistance, one night, after they returned home all bloody and burnt, and it sure as hell wasn't their blood. The only thing that Khadila knew as she fled through the sand-swept alleys was that she was going to have to prepare her skills for something much larger than an affair within her clan...

Other:

• For her ease of commuting, she dabbles with some minor telekinesis to fling herself over short distances, if she's in a rush.

Dragon Sodality

Ata was in bed, fully dressed to go outside for the day's work.

And yet, not once in the past two hours he had been awake, had he considered the option to do so. After he had brushed himself clean, after he had eaten his fill of plain bread well before anyone had even started eating, and even after he had tightened the belt around his waist, he had to return to the confines of the white mattress.

And for what reason?

Today, he could see through his eyelids. Again. Vital points became more than vital points, and even though he had shut his eyes away from the world, he could see the life of everyone and everything coursing in innumerable rivulets. Even the little blood vessels shone like candles only inches away from his face, and if he dared to open his eyes, he would be met by a dazzling array of gleans, sparkles, and shines that came from everyone and everything.

In this quiet panic, he had fallen into unconsciousness, and woke up to hear the sodality bustling and about.

It was time to get work done; his eyesight had now fared better, so there was little time to waste. From the windows, he could see two of the Sodality preparing for training...

...wait, was that Ms. D'Orion?!

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

@taistelusopuli

Lyra sighed, and continued to watch the little child toil away passively, until the winds blew. Lyra, too, had to cover her eyes, but it was then that a sudden realization came over her as she saw the dust fly and the boy's bones press against the cloth :

He looked far too similar to the children she used to see as a child. Hungry, hollow-eyed, dressed in whatever one could scrounge. His acts, while a great deal more docile, were almost too cautious for a child to have. If nothing else, it was that he had the lack of any adult guidance in spite of his rather miserable condition.

She hoped it wasn't the same for most in Avveel, but...perhaps the Kingdom was faring worse than she thought.

'Tween the gusts, Lyra approached Saatur more closely, until she could grab him by the shoulder. Still, she continued to be soft; harshness was a poison that stung even her indirectly.

"...Saatur...you need to eat and rest. Your mum wouldn't be happy if you keeled over from starvation, would she? I'll help you find the detemine later, I promise."

There could be a number of reasons why the village didn't want the boy here, but it wasn't too unlikely that he was simply cast aside as an unwanted burden.

Age of Kaaos (Fantasy RP)

Screw it, put me in the list for consideration!