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Will the ic be started soon? Or are we waiting for more people?
If Alula was already your friend she would go out and spend all her money on belt knives and cigars and just dump them at your feet


Name: Alula

Appearance:



Alula is relatively short, standing at only five feet and four inches, as well as thin. She doesn't have the bulk and muscle of a fighter or the height and lankiness of a ranger. But short and stout fits the oracle just fine. As for the clothing, Alula wears long and flowing robes, that mask most of her figure, that are embroidered with designs of the celestial sort like moons and stars. On her feet are thin canvas sandals, although she would much rather go shoeless. Atop her head is a dark, wide brimmed, hat. It isn't quite as tall and pointy as in the picture.

Although some of her facial features are normally hidden in the shadow of her hat, She has a lovely face. Her face is a bit child like, making it easy to mistake her for someone much younger then her. Her eyes are large and round, dark blue, and seem to sparkle when she is excited about something. Unless, of course, if she is using an oracle ability. If that is the case then her eyes turn into bright lights, and afterwords they are dull and hazy.

Race: She appears human and yet she almost has the allure of something a little more...celestial.
Class: Lunar Oracle

(I'm moving this next section to the top of my sheet because everything has to do with her being an oracle.)

Lunar Revelations (Powers):

Moonlit Script: "Once per night while you sleep, your hands produce mysterious writing that pertains to the future." Alula often awakes to find strange words written all around her, often in the dirt or on paper and even her skin. Sometimes she can read them but other time she cannot.

Lunar Prophetic Visionary: "Your oracular abilities give you a glimpse into the future." Alula can enter a deep trance to receive a vision of the future. The trance lasts for 10 minutes, during which time she can do nothing else. If she is interrupted, she must begin again. When she comes out of the trance, she will be extremely drowsy and difficult to communicate with. This can sometimes happen without Alula initiating it.

Moonbeam: "You can fire a ray of moonlight as a ranged touch attack at any creature within 30 feet. This ray deals 1d6 points of damage. In addition, the target must succeed at a Fortitude save or become blinded for 1 round." Pew Pew.

Skills: Navigation (Only during the night), Heal, and Perception (Only to less obvious things).
Weaknesses: Being an oracle comes with drawbacks and curses, a lot of drawbacks, some worse then others. First of all Alula walks with a pretty bad limp, and thus carries a walking stick. She is also slightly catatonic, she is slow to react to things and sometimes moves as if she is in a dreamlike state. This poor sense occurs after she has used some form of her Oracle abilities, and can effect her for even days after. Alula biggest weakness comes from her poor memory. She struggles to remember things like names and instructions and can barely remember anything about her past. On top of this, oddly enough Alula is often forgotten by people who she doesn't spend extended periods of time with.

Main-Hand Weapon: Alula carries a staff, which doubles as a walking stick. There are designs carved into it and it clearly holds some sort of magical property, but she doesn't know what. Mostly used to hit people on the head with.
Off-Hand Weapon: She holds the staff with two hands.
Secondary Weapon: Alula does carry a dagger, inscribed with images of stars and moons, but prefers not to use it in battle. She cannot remember why but she believes it is very important.
Armor: Alula wears cloth armor underneath a beautiful and silken robe adorned with pictures of the stars, moon and constellations. She has no idea where this robe came from or when she got it. Sometimes these designs glow. She also wears a tall hat, one that would look more appropriate on a witch. Alula says it's because she doesn't like the sun in her eyes, but rumor has it that her eyes glow.

Personality: Most of the time there is this overarching feeling that she might not always be "there". Like she might not always understand what she is saying and what people are saying to her. She always gazes around with half lidded and hazy eyes, staring off into the distance and sometimes muttering nonsense. She is very easy to startle if you start yelling at her out of nowhere or try to test her reflexes by tossing something at her head, and she often needs a steady person to talk with or remind her what they are doing.

Regardless, Alula tries her hardest to keep a positive outlook and follow orders to the best of her ability. Alula loves to help people, always putting their needs before her own.

Background: Alula cannot remember anything this far back, but luckily we are not her.

Alulas origins were ones of humble beginnings. She was born to human parents in a small farming settlement outside a huge city. Alula appeared to be a normal child for many years and did her fair share of chores and farm work along with her family. Alula was always a happy kid growing up. She loved to play, no matter what time or what season. She could be seen running around the yard, bare footed, during the day catching grasshoppers and at night snagging fireflies right out of the air. She always was fascinated with the cosmos, but this didn't seem to bother her mother and father or siblings.

Alula left home young, like many people did in her hometown, in order to find herself a job and a living in the more populated cities. But only a day into her personal journey she fell dangerously ill. She broke out in a raging fever and was unable to move, unable to find help. She was just laying out in a field, under the stars she loved so much, waiting for death. But admix her feverish hallucinations a voice called out to her, in a language she didn't understand. And then a blinding light overtook her.

Something had saved her, and recreated her. But now she could no longer remember anything. She sat herself up, foggy eyed and confused. She had developed a limp and amnesia, but was alive. Alula then began to wander the world, no longer remembering who she was or who her family was, for a time. She wasn't sure how long she walked, lead by visions and hallucinations.

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I'll move Alula to the character tab once I get the picture for her. Meanwhile she is making it rain with the gold.
Hey @Dragonbud I hope you don't mind if I made Mordecai notice that Rocket was having symptoms of withdrawal, I thought since he is well trained in the medical field he would know what it looked like.


No problem! I was making her symptoms obvious to anyone with medical training, or who have done drugs themselves.
Heh so without confirming if there is space or not I made a character. And I have a picture for her but I'm at work so I'll post it later.

Rocket graciously took the water from the waiter. If this glass of water was any indicator of what was to come, Rocket couldn't wait to be part of a mercenary group. She wondered how this man could afford so much purified water, as if ordered a second for the man who had just joined them. After a few moments of holding the cold glass in her hands she realized that her shaking was even more obvious by the ripples in the water in the glass. She quickly set it back down on the table, without taking a sip. She chose not to acknowledge the man who had approached the two of them, feeling more comfortable talking to Jacobson.

She tried to control her fearful expression when he asked where she had fought before. Should she lie? But that would just be digging herself into a deeper whole. She could say she worked for a town, punching mantises and ants into smithereens. But she figured if he could see past her lies then she would be in more trouble then it was worth. She swallowed back her shaky voice, feeling her eyes dart around, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Uh...yeah you can know..." She muttered, wringing her hands nervously. "It was...uhh..." She paused, trying to be as vague as possible. "Lots of entertainment boxing and such..." A partial truth.
Noooope
If you have one spot left I would love to reserve Oracle!
Socially awkward Rocket appears
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