Esailia

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"This is BS! We should be out there, helping! Not sitting on our hands for some slim chance shit hits the fan!" Naida hissed, stalking back and forth near the bay doors. Nearby, Nathanial had taken a seat on some crates, slouching down to watch the distressed fox pace. "Relax, Naid. the captain can handle herself, and the rest of the Roughriders aren't exactly greenies either." Meanwhile, Edward was nervously checking is rifle again, keeping quiet.

Naida huffed and pressed her back against a wall "I know, but the last thing we want is to have something go bad, and be there too late. What if our presence with them prevented that from happening!?"
"And what if our presence caused something?" The tiger countered.
"That's less of a chance."
"You don't know that."

Edward finally stepped forward between the pair "Will you two give it a rest!? We're supposed to be professional, not bicker like children that we weren't allowed to leave the house! We're here under orders. Nothing we can do about that. What we can do is be ready to support and assist if we're called for."

Naida and Nathanial jumped slightly at Edward yelling, startled at the fact that Edward had yelled at all. "Wow, bro, you really are worried, aren't you?" his sister commented, and Edward's head fell, adjusting his rifle strap. "Yeah, well...things are tense right now. Let's just be ready, alright?"

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"Oh you do? Alright, lead the way." the feline said, dropping a coin into the little one's hand. Esailia followed the girl through the streets, her eyes darting around her in search of possible ambushes or traps. She didn't think the child was leading her to one, but it wasn't like a young woman who looked like a tourist was a hard target.

When they arrived, Esailia noted the simple sign for medical facilities. She turned to the children, and distributed the coins as best she could "Now don't spend that too quickly. Off you go." She smiled, watching them for a moment before heading up the porch steps to knock on the door "Hello?! Is anyone home?"

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With her mingling of the adults done, Esailia made her way to an ATM, punching in the info she had found on her PADD regarding the 'special fund', pulling off a goodly amount of coins. Tossing these into her new coin purse, she tied it to her belt and headed off again in a slow meander, occasionally stopping to check her PADD or to look over a stall's goods. It was an intentional move, as she knew her coin purse was very obvious, and the place she had chosen to casually pass through had a few kids rushing around in the crowds. Now too wait till they noticed a prime target...

@Esailia

...it didn't take long before a small gaggle of street-kids of various species, all full of energy and daring, cocky expressions and smiles began to circle around her, either calling for hand-outs, or running up to her and asking child-like questions. Others offered to sell her things or guide her places - and to anyone with experience of such things it was all an obvious smoke-screen for picking her pocket and getting her coins. Especially if the slightly more legit approach didn't work first.

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The feline captain smiled and gave the children her attention as she could, acting like a tourist who felt sorry for them, grabbing her purse to pull out coins to offer. Esailia let them surround her before crouching down, holding the hand out with the coins in the palm. Looking at each of them before raising a finger to her lips "I want to give you more, but I need help with something first, okay?"

She glanced around at the group "I want to find some strong medicine. Not to make me feel good, but to make me better. I can't go to the hospital, so I need to find someone who sells medicine away from the hospital. Do any of you know anyone like that?"

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Esailia kept quiet for as long as she could, her eyes flicking around at the various people passing through the marketplace, including the vulpine's back as she replied "Take Aihara, go check out the stalls over there." She motions towards the vulpine instead of any stall owners "I'll be around, kay? Going to see if I can't find any provisions for our trip." She barely waited for an answer before heading off, slipping in and around the crowd fliudly, her comrades quickly losing track of her.

Once in the crowd, the feline captain browsed the many stalls of the market, stopping by some and making good conversation with a select few owners. She used similar starting points like being new to the city, asking about tourist income, and casual remarks about how she once saw a couple of machine parts down one street. At the same time, she was visiting stalls that advertized medicinal or herbal remedies, and to these asked where she could find a pharmacy of sorts in the city. Before she left the last of the stalls she visited, she purchased a small cloth sack with a string tie to keep it closed.

With her mingling of the adults done, Esailia made her way to an ATM, punching in the info she had found on her PADD regarding the 'special fund', pulling off a goodly amount of coins. Tossing these into her new coin purse, she tied it to her belt and headed off again in a slow meander, occasionally stopping to check her PADD or to look over a stall's goods. It was an intentional move, as she knew her coin purse was very obvious, and the place she had chosen to casually pass through had a few kids rushing around in the crowds. Now too wait till they noticed a prime target...

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Anyone seen Shadowman? I'm waiting on his response for as long as I can.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Who do Aihara and Maxwell belong to? They aren't in the character tab, and I'll be buggered if I am going to look through the 67 pages of OOC for their CSs...

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

Blu, I added Esailia's Mark to the tail of my CS in the character tab for you. I'm also reading the IC as we speak.

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Esailia Lightarrow

Personal information

Name: Esailia Lightarrow
Epithet: Huntress of the Wood; Guardian of the Balance.
Age: 125
Sex: female
Date of Birth: September 14th
Legends Slain: Arndias the Brute; King Lanver.
Slain By: King Ornelis, grandson to the late King Lanver

Appearance

Personality: Some would consider her usual behavior brooding, her mind always towards dark thoughts. In reality, she has a blank expression, and keeps to herself, reacting to humanoids with an even tone, unless they have earned her respect.

Lore

short version

Born to a poor hunting family, Esailia learned how to live with and from the forest. One day, she was out hunting, and the King's hunting party had killed her family. She learned this, and vowed revenge. She got it a few years later by shooting the King through the eye. Fast forward a century, she helps hunting families when they show respect for the forest, and knocks off bounty hunters that come for her, one well known as Arndias the Brute with an arrow between the bottom of his helm and his chestplate into his neck. The grandson of the king she killed got sick of her, and led a group of the best royal hunters of the land to finally kill Esailia, letting her bleed out instead of a quick death. She was buried by the hunters whom she helped, and they swore to keep on with her work of keeping the balance.

(Read the long version! It's a much better read!!)

long version

Born into the world from a wife of a poacher in the King's land, Esailia had a rough start to life. It was not for lack of love or care from her parents. But she learned to conserve food and drink from her mother, was trained to walk silently on dry leaves by her father, even taught herself how to climb trees to avoid dangerous animals of the forest. But most of all, she was a prodigy with a bow and arrows. She could hit the eye of a sparrow flying by nine times out of ten. Fell a stag in a clean shot to the neck or eye. She and her father went out hunting often, while her mother foraged near the hut for herbs and berries.

It was a hard life, but a rewarding one. Living by skill and cooperation. But it was not meant to last.

Soon after Esailia came of age, she was hunting alone in the forest, when she heard hounds howling and men shouting and whooping. A royal hunting party. She'd learned of those early in her life. But something was off. They rarely came this far from the castle...and then it hit her, the sounds were coming from the direction of her home. She raced home, hopping from tree branch to tree branch, before taking a controlled fall to the forest floor to pop back up sprinting.

She arrived just on the edge of the clearing where her home had stood, and was greeted with the sight of a burning pile. The royal party had killed her mother and father, and burned the hut to the ground for good measure. It was this act by the Royal Family that caused the death of King Lanver a few years later. A single arrow to the eye. Woodland experts were called from across the land to identify the arrow of sparrow fletchings, hand carved shaft, and a flint arrowhead. But they all said it was unique. Not any that were sold by merchants or of known hunters of the area. The King's son took the throne, and declared the forests off limits by hunting parties until the murderer of his father was found. It was not to be a short declaration...
over a century later, a father of three children was staring at his empty storehouse, and sighed before putting up his bow and quiver. He slowly closed the door and started walking back to his family's home, a small shack that barely held them. He had never overstocked, never let meat go sour. He respected his prey, giving them clean deaths where he could. He never allowed his wife to forage too much, making sure she kept some of whatever she took in its place so it may repopulate the area.

An arrow whizzed several yards in front of him to hit the ground near the door, making him jump with fright. He looked around frantically, fearing the authorities had found his poaching off the King's land, but to no avail. The father slowly approached the arrow, and quickly noted the sparrow fletchings. He looked around again, but as before, saw no one. He tugged the arrow gently from the earth, and hurried inside. It was a warning and a blessing, this arrow. He had heard bandied around illigal taverns that there was a spirit in the forests, making sure balance was kept, and that those greeted with a sparrow arrow should pray they have not caught the ire of the Guardian of the Balance. Alas, nothing ill happened to the hunter or his family. But the next morning, when he opened the door to his storehouse to retrieve his bow, there, hanging from the center of the room, were three stags, cleaned and salted.

"Thank you, Guardian of the Balance..." He murmered. Above him in a tree branch, Esailia smiled before darting off into the forest...

The legend quickly grew from there, with overhunting being punished, and respect to nature being rewarded by this Guardian. Soon thereafter, some even started saying it was a woman clad in light leathers and green cloth, carrying a living bow. Others say it was a spirit of a panther, taking the form of a human to exact revenge against those who killed her. Other such stories were exchanged, one even including that wisps followed in her wake, and all the while Esailia lived in relative security in the Deep Woods...Until she had a visitor.

Arndias had heard the stories, and scoffed at them. superstitious nonsense, he called them. It was just a girl with a knack for hunting! On top of that, he had been to the castle, and had seen the wanted poster for a murderer in the woods. a bounty number with quite a few zeros made him pack up, get his steel armor on, and head into the woods to find this 'Huntress of the Wood'...Several days later, his large body was found at the border of the forest closest to the castle, with a single arrow between the helm and chestplate of his armor, the same sparrow fletchings. But there was also a note attached to the arrow, which soon found its way into King Ornelis' hands, which read
"Bring your mercenaries, bring your hunting parties. Bring your Royal guard, bring your armies. The Forest does not forget. The Heart of the Wood does not forgive. The Ember of Vengeance has not died. Your fore-father upset the Balance, and so will you."

"Steward!" Ornelis called "Prepare a hunting party of the finest hunters and hounds of the land. We are ending this. Now."

It was a grand chase. But not even the best laid plans, nor the most honed instincts, could overcome a pack of hunters and their well-trained hounds. Esailia died not by a few arrows, but a slow, painful one as she bled out by her neck as King Ornelis watched on...It was a hunt to be remembered by all the land. To those that support the Crown with cheering, and woodland peasants with mourning. for the Huntress they owed their lives to. Esailia was buried by the father of three, and a few of his companions, atop a small hill in the forest. The father looked down at the rather small woman, her simple bow much like his, and nodded "She was a fine archer, and the best hunter any of us knew. I swear here and now to keep the Balance." He looked up at his companions as he continued "We live or die by the Hunt. Spread the word. The Guardian of the Balance has not died. She lives on in any who wish to protect this land."

They all headed off in agreement, never knowing quite how true that was...

Combat Information

Equipment: A simple looking shortbow, but imbued with living properties to avoid wear and tear. A quiver of sparrow fletched, hand crafted arrows. A pair of hunting knives twelve inches long on her outer thighs, a pouch of healing herbs, and a few bottles of liquid at her hip.

Techniques/Spells:
Prefers to have the high ground, will keep to the tree or rooftops where she can. She can imbue elements to her arrows, including but not limited to: fire, water, earth, and air. These imbuements do not last longer than ten seconds.

She knows how to go hand to hand with her knives, having grappled with larger predators in the forests. She is able to imbue her knives with the same elements as her arrows, though she is able to sustain them due to the knives staying in her hands.

She has a rudimentary grasp of nature healing, using the same imbuing arts to enhance an herb's natural properties and accelerate them. It is how she managed to live for so long, with her potions of longevity.

Her mark, located in the small of her back

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

I need to wait till I'm approved. Not to mention I need to devote a bit of time to make sure I didn't miss anything in the IC, of which right now I cannot.

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Esailia Lightarrow

Personal information

Name: Esailia Lightarrow
Epithet: Huntress of the Wood; Guardian of the Balance.
Age: 125
Sex: female
Date of Birth: September 14th
Legends Slain: Arndias the Brute; King Lanver.
Slain By: King Ornelis, grandson to the late King Lanver

Appearance

Personality: Some would consider her usual behavior brooding, her mind always towards dark thoughts. In reality, she has a blank expression, and keeps to herself, reacting to humanoids with an even tone, unless they have earned her respect.

Lore

Born into the world from a wife of a poacher in the King's land, Esailia had a rough start to life. It was not for lack of love or care from her parents. But she learned to conserve food and drink from her mother, was trained to walk silently on dry leaves by her father, even taught herself how to climb trees to avoid dangerous animals of the forest. But most of all, she was a prodigy with a bow and arrows. She could hit the eye of a sparrow flying by nine times out of ten. Fell a stag in a clean shot to the neck or eye. She and her father went out hunting often, while her mother foraged near the hut for herbs and berries.

It was a hard life, but a rewarding one. Living by skill and cooperation. But it was not meant to last.

Soon after Esailia came of age, she was hunting alone in the forest, when she heard hounds howling and men shouting and whooping. A royal hunting party. She'd learned of those early in her life. But something was off. They rarely came this far from the castle...and then it hit her, the sounds were coming from the direction of her home. She raced home, hopping from tree branch to tree branch, before taking a controlled fall to the forest floor to pop back up sprinting.

She arrived just on the edge of the clearing where her home had stood, and was greeted with the sight of a burning pile. The royal party had killed her mother and father, and burned the hut to the ground for good measure. It was this act by the Royal Family that caused the death of King Lanver a few years later. A single arrow to the eye. Woodland experts were called from across the land to identify the arrow of sparrow fletchings, hand carved shaft, and a flint arrowhead. But they all said it was unique. Not any that were sold by merchants or of known hunters of the area. The King's son took the throne, and declared the forests off limits by hunting parties until the murderer of his father was found. It was not to be a short declaration...
over a century later, a father of three children was staring at his empty storehouse, and sighed before putting up his bow and quiver. He slowly closed the door and started walking back to his family's home, a small shack that barely held them. He had never overstocked, never let meat go sour. He respected his prey, giving them clean deaths where he could. He never allowed his wife to forage too much, making sure she kept some of whatever she took in its place so it may repopulate the area.

An arrow whizzed several yards in front of him to hit the ground near the door, making him jump with fright. He looked around frantically, fearing the authorities had found his poaching off the King's land, but to no avail. The father slowly approached the arrow, and quickly noted the sparrow fletchings. He looked around again, but as before, saw no one. He tugged the arrow gently from the earth, and hurried inside. It was a warning and a blessing, this arrow. He had heard bandied around illigal taverns that there was a spirit in the forests, making sure balance was kept, and that those greeted with a sparrow arrow should pray they have not caught the ire of the Guardian of the Balance. Alas, nothing ill happened to the hunter or his family. But the next morning, when he opened the door to his storehouse to retrieve his bow, there, hanging from the center of the room, were three stags, cleaned and salted.

"Thank you, Guardian of the Balance..." He murmered. Above him in a tree branch, Esailia smiled before darting off into the forest...

The legend quickly grew from there, with overhunting being punished, and respect to nature being rewarded by this Guardian. Soon thereafter, some even started saying it was a woman clad in light leathers and green cloth, carrying a living bow. Others say it was a spirit of a panther, taking the form of a human to exact revenge against those who killed her. Other such stories were exchanged, one even including that wisps followed in her wake, and all the while Esailia lived in relative security in the Deep Woods...Until she had a visitor.

Arndias had heard the stories, and scoffed at them. superstitious nonsense, he called them. It was just a girl with a knack for hunting! On top of that, he had been to the castle, and had seen the wanted poster for a murderer in the woods. a bounty number with quite a few zeros made him pack up, get his steel armor on, and head into the woods to find this 'Huntress of the Wood'...Several days later, his large body was found at the border of the forest closest to the castle, with a single arrow between the helm and chestplate of his armor, the same sparrow fletchings. But there was also a note attached to the arrow, which soon found its way into King Ornelis' hands, which read
"Bring your mercenaries, bring your hunting parties. Bring your Royal guard, bring your armies. The Forest does not forget. The Heart of the Wood does not forgive. The Ember of Vengeance has not died. Your fore-father upset the Balance, and so will you."

"Steward!" Ornelis called "Prepare a hunting party of the finest hunters and hounds of the land. We are ending this. Now."

It was a grand chase. But not even the best laid plans, nor the most honed instincts, could overcome a pack of hunters and their well-trained hounds. Esailia died not by a few arrows, but a slow, painful one as she bled out by her neck as King Ornelis watched on...It was a hunt to be remembered by all the land. To those that support the Crown with cheering, and woodland peasants with mourning. for the Huntress they owed their lives to. Esailia was buried by the father of three, and a few of his companions, atop a small hill in the forest. The father looked down at the rather small woman, her simple bow much like his, and nodded "She was a fine archer, and the best hunter any of us knew. I swear here and now to keep the Balance." He looked up at his companions as he continued "We live or die by the Hunt. Spread the word. The Guardian of the Balance has not died. She lives on in any who wish to protect this land."

They all headed off in agreement, never knowing quite how true that was...

Combat Information

Equipment: A simple looking shortbow, but imbued with living properties to avoid wear and tear. A quiver of sparrow fletched, hand crafted arrows. A pair of hunting knives twelve inches long on her outer thighs, a pouch of healing herbs, and a few bottles of liquid at her hip.

Techniques/Spells:
Prefers to have the high ground, will keep to the tree or rooftops where she can. She can imbue elements to her arrows, including but not limited to: fire, water, earth, and air. These imbuements do not last longer than ten seconds.

She knows how to go hand to hand with her knives, having grappled with larger predators in the forests. She is able to imbue her knives with the same elements as her arrows, though she is able to sustain them due to the knives staying in her hands.

She has a rudimentary grasp of nature healing, using the same imbuing arts to enhance an herb's natural properties and accelerate them. It is how she managed to live for so long, with her potions of longevity.

And here's a CS!

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The moment it was ordered that all but Esailia of the firesquad were staying, both Nathanial and Naida groaned inwardly, turning to go get their normal gear back on. Meanwhile Edward's attention immediately turned to Esailia, not just because he was worried about her health, but how she was going to explain to her partners if she starts coughing up blood in the middle of the market. The whole mission could go FUBAR in a matter of seconds right then.... "Si-" Edward was about to speak up, before being cut off by Silver following his command up with 'No arguments about the teams; deal with it.", causing the fox to sigh and walk back into the crawler with his sister.

Esailia managed to keep a blank expression as her squad was ordered from her command for this mission. She had hoped to use them to search for the medications, but now she'll need to rely more on her old roots of street running when she ran from her father's stuffy mansion. She already had ideas forming as the briefing concluded, walking to gather with Aihara and Maxwell. "I have experience dealing with urchins in places like this, but they won't hit a group. How do you want to work this? I don't want anyone alone." She stated, glancing between the pair, her tail twitching as it usually did when she was forming plans.