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The Mightiest Reborn

that moment when you have your post written in the reply box and your internet dies and when it comes back the post is gone. :(

The Seven Elementos

Kayla Halogi

Name: Kayla Halogi
Element: Fire
Age: 17
Race: Human.
Gender: Female
Appearance: Kayla is a skinny and lithe. Her skin is pale and grey due to her lack of exposure to the sun. Her eyes are a pale blue, almost whit and her hair is stark white. Her face is small and round and her lip are pale pink. On her cheeks are two scars that run parallel to each other. She is 5’5” and is extremely skinny. Her ribs are just visible through her chest and her breasts are almost none existent. Her frame is small with thin limbs can squeeze through the smallest of windows. Her back is pockmarked with small burns and bruises. On her chest is a black raven tattoo with the eye done in red. She wears brown leather trousers that are well worn, patched and stitched up. A dull grey cotton shirt that is also patched, with stiches fixing any rips covers her torso. Her belt is made of good quality leather and has numerous small leather pouches attached by cords. Her feet are bare. Her hands are thin with her fingers very thin. Her hands are covered in a pair of thin gloves made of black wool.

Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gC0WlU0NtM

Nature: Kayla has a loud mouth and will always speak her mind. Even if it means she gets beaten up. Quick to anger, her punches are vicious and she always fights dirty. Growing up on the streets means she is always ready to fight and is always angry. While she might appear angry on the outside she can warm up to people over time and will become extremely loyal. She is full of passionate intensity to make her goal come true, to become wealthy and never have to steal again.

Backstory: Being an orphan on the streets of Jeorvan is a tough life. You have to learn how to steal, fight and be able to run from a young age. Kayla was just that, an orphan. Her father was a trader, her mother a prostitute. When she fell pregnant with Kayla she decided not to drink the poison most prostitutes did to kill unwanted babies. Instead she raised Kayla by herself from a small cellar in the side of an alley. Their home was just one room, barely big enough to stand in. From the age of five Kayla was going out and begging for food. By the age of eight she was stealing food off carts and running away from angry owners.

When she was nine a new gang of thieves came into power and killed her mother for not agreeing to their terms. Kayla quickly agreed to their terms of being a thief for them in return for her life. She was made to sneak into warehouses and steal items, or take coins straight from the purses of the rich as they watched spectacles. Over the years she got better at thieving. Due to her nature of rarely venturing out during day she slowly became pale and gaunt from lack of sun. Most of the stuff she would steal would go straight to the crime bosses. What stuff she earned was spent on food. She could only afford just enough to survive but nothing more. As the years progressed she was forced to do harder and harder tasks but her rewards weren’t any better. She would be beaten and burnt if she didn’t meet her quota and barely rewarded if she did. What friends she did make would be captured or would leave as soon as they could. There was no honour on the streets. When she turned seventeen, even though she didn’t know her true age, she felt an urge to get out of Jeorvan.

Goal(s): Survive another day. Make money. Eat. Learn how to read, write and fight with a sword. Kill the crime bosses who killed her mum.

Inventory:
-clothes
-belt
-pouches (inside are flint and steel, a few coppers, a lock of her mums hair, a wooden comb, a pebble with a rune, a picture of a dragon on a scrap of paper, a few lockpicks)
-a small iron dagger
-a hunk of hard bread
-a small chunk of hard cheese
-thin bedroll

Styvan Worinis

Name: Styvan Worinis
Element: Earth
Age: 25
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Wears leather trousers, cotton undershirt with a sheepskin vest. Over that he wears a woolen cloak that is dyed a mix of greens and browns. His hands are covered in black leather gloves and his boots are strong leather. His clothes might look shabby but are of good quality. Around his left forearm is a metal enforced bracer to prtect against his bowstring. His hands and arms are covered in small welts and scars and his thigh has a knotted scar from an arrow that went through.

Theme Song: This is optional.
Nature: Quiet to the point of seeming mute he mostly communicates by nodding or using his eyes, showing various emotions with glances. While he may be quiet he observes a lot, deducing peoples strength and weakness quickly. Stubborn in his ways he will fight for his point adamantly and not be budged by silly arguments.

Backstory: Styvan, or Sty for short, was born in Frel. He was the youngest of a seven kids. His ancestors all lived in Frel and his family is one of the oldest there. His family is extremely wealthy and influential, their wealth coming from the ships and the trading of precious artifacts. While his family are greedy, self-absorbed and obnoxious Styvan never did show any of those characteristics.
From a young age Styvan noticed that everyone in Frel was boring, while he yearned to fight like every young boy did, no one in Frel really was a fighter. Overtime, while other kids were raised to be successors to their families wealth, Sty went unnoticed by his family due to his older siblings. If he was acknowledges it would be as ‘the youngest lad of the Worinis family’ and Sty didn’t like that. Wanting to be recognized for his own fame he set off out of Frel.

As he rode outwards towards Jeorva he slowly grew a passion for the outdoors. As he passed through Diedremere he spotted hunters emerging from the forests. Curious the next day he followed them, amazed by the way the seemed to blend into the surroundings. Deciding to stay he learnt how to blend into the ground and shoot a bow like the hunter. His talent was natural and he got the hang of it quickly. After a few months he decided to carry on towards Jeorva.

There he gave his skills as an archer to a merchant. He got to travel around the country, he got to see new sights and he go to practice his skills. When they would return to Jeorva Sty would feel cramped and claustrophobic, he rather preffered the outdoors.

Goal(s): Become famous. Never be stuck in a city for a long time.

Inventory:
-One bow
-Two leather quivers with 42 arrows between the them
-Flint and steel
-A long ornate steel dagger
-Coins
-Gold and silver signet ring with the white dove symbol of his family.
-Clothes
-A golden wrist bracelet
-Sleepping roll

Terecoth: Monster Hunters

The elf looked at the two of them before the Abnormal left. He stared slightly in wonder as the only other Abnormal he had ever seen was in a travelling merchant group that passed through his village many years ago. He shook his head and refocused on the man who stayed. "The king? No, I'm not here for him. Nor am I here for this 'guild'. I merely seek a job where my skills can be of use. Do you know of such a place in this city, where a man can work."

@olcharlieboi@Madly33

Terecoth: Monster Hunters

Zymeni crested the hill and stared at the Capital. His horse nickered, stomping its hooves in the mud. Zy had named the stolen horse Vioarr, after his mothers god. As the he calmed his horse Zy glanced over his shoulder. It was a habitual action, one he did all the time. Shaking his head he carried on towards the Capital, one hand on the reins and the other on the hilt of his whip.

A woodsman heading into the forest turned and noticed the figure riding off over the hill. He frowned, not many riders took the forest road. Most would go onto the main road if they wanted to go to the capital. But he considered the travellers outfit, shabby and worn. But with the swords strapped to his back he assumed that the man didn’t want to be noticed. The hunter shrugged and carried on sorting his arrows. He was curious but it was a common enough thing for a rider to be armed and go along the forest road. The only thing that made him feel uneasy was the youth of the rider.

Zy rode on oblivious to the hunters thoughts and musings. As his sharp eyes settled on the turnoff for the main road he pushed his horse to a gallop. Vioarr thundered along the path and joined the main road, cobblestone making his hooves echo loudly in the morning mist. Not many people were on the road and all were walking or pulling carts. Zy felt out of place riding among the walkers but he wanted to reach the city quickly. The gates slowly appeared out of the mist, metal braziers kept soldiers warm as they checked each person entering. As Zy reined his horse by the gates the three soldiers swarmed around him. After a brief conversation they allowed Zymeni to enter the city as long as he didn’t disturb the peace.

Zy rode into the city market. The hustle and bustle was strange to Zy as he stared at the people from atop of his horse. From atop his horse he notice two people talking, standing still unlike the crowds swarming around them. He dismounted and walked his horse to the two of them. “Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me?”

@olcharlieboi@Madly33

Terecoth: Monster Hunters

i'll post soon.

The Elemental King: All Hope Lost! (Always Open)

i'll put a CS up as soon as i can.

The Mightiest Reborn

hey. I'll try and post as soon as i can but it might be tomorrow.

Starfire

Hey ill post either later today or tomorrow. Just got to go for an exam.

Terecoth: Monster Hunters

Picture

Name: Zymeni Arcantor
Age: 42 (looks 16)
Gender: Male
Race: Elven Human

Appearance

Zymeni is tall and muscular. His whole body is devoid of fat and it can be seen in his body shape. His face is pointed and his ears are sharply tapered like most elves. His hair is pulled into a long white braid that reaches mid-back and he scraps his beard off regularly. His eyes are odd as one is dark brown, almost black, and the other is pale blue, almost white. His nose is crooked and a thin pale scar comes down the right side of his cheek. His arms, legs and back is covered with small scars and on his chest scars run in parallel lines in line with his ribs.

Normally he wears a padded sheepskin jerkin, woolen trousers, metal bracers, metal greaves and leather boots. Over the top he wears iron armor and a leather belt. Around his arm he wears two arm torques. Basically exactly like the picture above. A large black cloak, that reaches to around his knees, normally covers him unless its rolled up and stored away. The hood covers his face in shadows and the eyes of the cloak come round his shoulders to fully cover his body. Made for his father, a large man it is very large on him.

Backstory

Zymeni or Zy for short was the son of a human soldier and an elven noblewoman. They met when Zy’s father was escorting a noble from Drovia to Lothadia and they fell in love. When they married Zy’s mother was ostracized and told never to return. After the two left Lodiatha and back into Drovia they moved to a small village, called Wateror, located by the base of a waterfall. Wateror was a few weeks away from the capital on horse and it was quiet.

There they had Zymeni who grew up in peace. His father started hunting and selling skins and meat and his mother was a healer of considerable skill. This skill mostly came from her mixing necromancy with healing magic. Zy learnt from the two of them. Magic from his mother and fighting, hunting and riding from his father.

When Zy went hunting with his father they were trapped in the forest by a storm. During the storm the two of them got separated with Zy ending up lost. When the storm abated Zy returned back to the villaige where the lifeless body of his father waited for him. A traveller had found him half alive walking back to the village but he died soon after reaching their home. Zy and his mother continued living in the village in peace. Zy took over doing his fathers job and his mother continued healing.

When a plague hit the village a few years later more and more people died. Anyone who got the plague died no matter what help they sought. Zy’s mother treated everyone the same way, first trying to heal them then trying to ease their passing. When Zy got it his mother was worried but tried her hardest to help him. She first healed him, where he acquired the cuts to his chest. Overtime rather than dying Zy started to get better, much to the surprise of his mother. In the end, she put it down to the elven blood both carried but the villagers didn’t see it that way.

Declaring his mother a witch, and him the spawn of a witch, the villagers attacked their house during the night. As Zy stood at the door, armed, ready to defend them the house was lit. As Zy ran out the villagers attacked him, giving him the scars on his back, arms and legs. His mother, seeing Zy being attacked, launched her own attack on the villagers. Telling Zy to leave she attacked the villagers until she was cut down. As Zy ran he turned back and saw his home up in flames.

His heart torn between following his mother and reason and going back and killing all the villagers he stood their in the night. Unsure what to do he carried on walking the path, hoping to go to the capital. Hearing the drum of hooves behind him he saw a band of men from the village chasing him. He ran to the forest and there he hid, using his hunting skills from his father and his magic from his mother, and killed a villager that came close to finding him. As the other villagers rode away in panic Zy grinned. He knew what he wanted to do. He would return and kill the villagers for what they had done but to do that he needed more power. As he looted and mounted the horse of dead man, walked it to the road and proceeded to trot towards the Capital he wondered how he could become powerful.

On the way to the capital he hunted and sold the meat and skins to survive. Overtime he developed a fondness of alcohol. As he rounded the crest of a hill he saw the Capital for the first time. He drained the last bit of wine and rode forward.

Personality: Zy never shows his true feelings of hate, anger and rage by assuming a manner of cheerful optimism. Most would think him a young happy lad seeking his fortune, not a man on a mission of vengeance. Due to him not ever leaving the village before he is a bit naïve on the way the world really works. When he is drunk he sometimes shows his true feelings of anger but more often he acts immature.

Weapon skill/choice: Dual swords, throwing blades and a razor whip.

Weapon pictures

Power/ability: Able to manipulate shadows to either hide him or as a weapon/tool.
Other Info: Has a way with animals

The Mightiest Reborn

Okay. well i might just do it just in case.