Getting ready to move into my new and first apartment. I may be offline for a bit until we get internet in the place but I'll let everyone know when I do
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If you are interested in a fantasy RP that is about dragons and magic, take a look at Acension. The link will be in my bio.
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Might get the Witcher 3
Bio
I consider myself an adaptive writer. I've RPed in some high casual-low advanced RPs and some RPs that are nearly one liners but I try to stay consistent at least with my characters I make. Ive been on here for some time (passed the time it claims. Just forgot the name of my old accounts but whatev). I am interested in high casual/ low-advanced rps and have been trying to get a few off the ground. If anyone is interested in Co-GMing with me just drop me a message or something and we can discuss ideas and whatnot
Herding the Humans? Bah, that wasn't entertaining as it was more of a redundant task needed to be dealt with. Let the Kitsune handle that he thought to himself as he remained knelt. When the Lady Spring absolved him of his transgression he rose to his feet, back into his more militaristic stance. His head held high, his chest out and his feet slightly spread. Shifting on his heels he turned towards the Kitsune but not before taking notice to the young male human who was frantically writing on a sheet of paper. His eyes squinted slightly as his head cocked to the side in intrigue. He went to ask the human a question about what he was doing until another one stood up, attempting to show any remote sign of respect that the others didn't and when he heard those behind spouting hatred towards the female he let out another demonic bark, causing them to flinch. His teeth bore the bloody fangs he entered with, another freighting sight. He returned his attention to her and crossed his arms.
"What is your name huma-" "Serve?! Serve you?! I am not a slave! I do not serve beasts or nightmares! Least of all some Falcon King and his beast-men court! No shape would suit you or this court of hideous creatures! You nightmares hide true hideous nature behind magic, but you can never hide all of your disgusting features, no matter your shape! Beasts with 'no humanity, who only masquarade as mortals with envy for life they will never have!"
That is when he heard the shackled woman speak venomous hatred towards the fey with such disrespect and ferocity. Her voice unyielding towards them, no mercy in her tone and certainly no remorse. Humans, such fickle creatures, trying to justify their petty beliefs of freedom in a situation where they have no say, no power, nothing but what they wear and the few belongings that they brought with them. As amusing as it was watching one of these mortal creatures protest, amongst fey their words were seen as rude and unbecoming of servants. Their harsh statements would be reciprocated with sever punishment, but how? Quickly he leaned forward towards her direction and sniffed the cool air...His eyes glowed a dim gold as a light smirk etched his face. An aura akin to the Fall King's own burst forth filling the air with killer intent. He slowly walked towards her as his hand went to unsheathe Raven's edge. He spoke to his King in their native Fey tongue.
"My Lord if I may be so bold. This human does not fully grasp the situation at hand and blurts out vile towards you and your Grace. Allow me to absolve her of her transgressions but in a different method than usual. I believe amongst us we have a fellow Fall courtsmen who had missed the hunt, yes?
His eyes glanced over towards Yin with a nod before turning back to his king, his blade raised at the chained female and despite the swords tip next to her neck he still held distance between her. The sheer size of Raven's Edge on the battlefield was enough to cause unease and left a few of the human's surprised by his simple feat of strength, assuming the blade itself weighed a bit but neigh, not in his hands. He spoke up again in Fey.
"I request we give Yin a taste of what he had missed in the hopes that he will join us in the next Wylde Hunt."
He bowed low and awaited his Lord's answer. It would be an odd request but his request had purpose. It was to insure this poor human that she, in fact, had no say in what was to become of her. That she was in fact at the mercy of supposed beast-men. Secondly, it was to entertain Yin in the hopes that he could, for at least 7 dusk days, enjoy undisturbed rest and relaxation. Faulk had known the wolf well enough to understand what he planned and what the intent was and with that he simply awaited permission. Once accepted, he looked back towards the female.
"You speak of us as monsters, beasts, hideous creatures of nightmares and myths. You ae so confident in what you say that you are oblivious to what betrays you..."
His facial features flickered inbetween fey and ultar for only a moment. His true voice resonated against her body, nashing at her soul with his golden eyes hungering for a chase.
"You reek of fear..." He leaned back and sighed.
"So. You wish not be under the servitude of our Lord of Fall nor Lady of Spring. Then so be it..."
In swift action that would seem to strike her true, the chains fell loose and she was no longer bound. He sheathed his deadly iron and tilted his head to the side.
"Go. Here is your chance to have your petty freedom. But take heed human. Your freedom lasts as long the gathering does. So go, run, hide, stay...I care not. In the end, you are ours...dead, or alive."
The tone in his voice held ice and steel as his gaze seemed to pierce through her to the ground behind. Kaeleer took a step back and with grandiose to his gesture, showed her the exit from the gathering. He would wait until she ran out of sight before turning back to Yin, speaking to him once again in Fey.
"When the gathering draws to a close return her."
He stated as he began his stride around the other humans before stopping and turning his gaze towards the Kitsune.
"Alive...And intact. Else you feel my wrath...Or Faulks..."
He snarled slightly before returning his attention to the other humans, studying them to see who was fit for his servitude. The male, the male who frantically moved about on his paper. His attention was brought back to him and soon Kaeleer was knelt down next to him.
"When I had entered into the Gathering you did not flinch nor show fear. I congratulate you for your bravery. What is your name boy? And what is it that you drew?"
He would wait for the boy's responses before standing up and nodding. His attention turned towards Faulk in Fey.
"My Lord I wish for this one to come with me. He is interesting and I wish to learn more from him."
The hunt, oh what a sweet hunt it was. Kaeleer's heart soared with joy at the thought of it. That is why he had gone. The thrill of the chase and the rush of adrenaline in the brutality of the kill. Kaeleer Savant, Hound of Ultar, The Fang of Fall and the Wraith of War, amongst other names. Monikers that were well chosen for such a creature of destruction with well placed taste. The Wylde Hunt had finished and in stead (for now) he was on his way to The Gathering where the collector brought in his quarry for auction and subjugation. He was particularly fond of this event. Always hoping to find a human warrior or beautiful mistress to bare an heir of his own. He was late but it would be no surprise to those who knew Kaeleer. He was always tardy with simplicities such as this, despite his never-ending attempt to arrive as scheduled, something he would hear from Lord Fall himself.
Swift as the wind is he, his paws met the ground with force, carrying his large mass across the ground with great haste. Heavy breathes left his nostrils as the midnight sun glistened against his snarling maw. His teeth, once pearly white, now stained by his prey, an occasional drip of crimson ichor leapt off his fangs in run. His piercing golden eyes reflected the light of night. His fur, black with a peppering of whites and greys whipped about in the wind generated by his run which was clouded in a pitch black smoke. He could see the outskirts of the ruins in sight and let out a howl which would echo around the lands. This was the signal of General Savant's approach. The earth shook ever-so-slightly by his steps which let audible thumps resonate through the terra beneath him. It was some where near the entrance to the ruins did he begin to let out a few barks which could be mistaken for roars due to the sheer volume of each outburst.
The smoke stopped and bursting forth from the blackened fog a massive beast on all fours came charging in. It stood at six feet plus in height and looked very much like a dire wolf of the Human Realm. As he neared the center he slowed down, snapping his maw open and close, saliva and remaining ichor flew towards the humans chained upon the columns and then towards those separated. Looking forward he saw Yin and snarled. To Yin however, he would no it was equal to his usual "look" he addressed the Kitsune with. His paced slowed as he neared Yin, each step he took defined his muscular wolf form.
"Lords and Ladies! I apologize for my tardiness as I have just finished with a hunt... Yin! What have I missed so far?"
As soon as the wolf began to speak, a few of the humans gasped, a couple screamed and the rest simply reeked of fear. Its voice was deep, gravelly and raspy. As he turned to face the Queen Spring and Lord Fall, he began to change form, slowly beginning to stand on his hind legs as the sounds of bones cracking and bending were heard through the transformation. Soon formed a humanoid with greyish skin who stood well above the others with two blades adorning his back, each about as long as the man himself. A light smile rested on his features only contradicted by his eyes which showed slight disgust towards the giver of life. As he approached, he began to kneel, his head low and eyes closed. This time, his voice showed youth and a smoothness to it.
"Lady Spring...My apologies for my rudeness. I was out with Lord Fall on the hunt. How goes it m'lady? I see the gathering is in full swing, yes?"
He would wait for her response before standing up and turning his piercing golden gaze towards the humans and began to study them. He first brought his attention to Yin and narrowed his eyes and to the human female with the mouth to which he smirked.
'Obliteration, decimation, annihilation...These are the few things I bring with me to battle. Should you raise iron to me or my people, I shall bath this pale skin of mine in the blood that flows from your veins...
Basic Summary
Name: Malthael Faeryker Alias: General Kaeleer Savant Type: Hound of Ultar Actual Age: 6,000 Years Apparent Age: 28 Gender: Male Where do you Live in the Fae Realm: Fall Court
Personality
It is hard for him outside of his duties to be laid back as he is kept in constant contact with his military at all times, making calls even when he is taking his break. He is, after all, the general of his court. He has been a military man since a young age and it is shown in how he holds himself. Excess training and discipline, as well as battle experience and a great teacher has helped him hold his head high when he walks and even more so when his court is behind him in the charge. He tries to help out his court when not in a meeting or with their leader, opting to bartend in a tavern or help sell items in the center bazaar.
However, should one be on the receiving end of his blade, should one be an enemy of the court, heed this warning. He is an unforgiving man, ruthless and cold-blooded when he fights but never one to let his emotions control him. No, in fact, he controls them, utilizing them in a way that has baffled many fae. His use of destructive magic, complemented by his distinct fighting style has earned him the moniker "The Wraith of War". His brutality can also be seen not only in battle against a foe, but in the execution of a traitor.
He is not a fan of politics and prefers to settle things quickly and efficiently. He has no qualms about being blunt to his leader in his opposition of what they request, backing up what he says with facts and reasoning. But should his leader claim a final order, he will follow it through for he is also a man of true honor and loyalty. Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Fears: The fear of a betrayal, fear of being dishonored and fear of failing Faulk. Likes: Cool winter's breeze, Winter's moonlight, Faulk's power, Yin's efficiency, sparing Dislikes: Yin's attitude, Yin's mind games, Summer court, Spring court, disrespect, dishonor Other: Sparing, Wylde Hunt, Messing with Yin, walking.
Appearance
Height: 6'5 Wolf form (7'7 Humanoid) Weight: 416lbs Eye Color: Gold pupils with black sclera Hair Color & Style: Salt and pepper in color but mostly smoky black Build: medium size build akin to a soldier Skin Tone: greyish in color Style: Simplistic but efficient. Military oriented. Other: Many scars that adorn his body with a few on his face
Skills
Skilled: Swordsmanship: Being the general of Fall's Armies and preferring the front lines of combat, Kaeleer has become quite the master of the blade, having shown his finesse with not one but two blades in combat. He is known to carry quite a few edged weapons on his person in and outside of combat.
Magic: Strictly in the form of combat, Mathael is known for being the Wraith of War amongst the Fall court. Shadow and Hellfire manipulation and conjuration are his forte when it comes to combat.
Strategic: Usually thinking ahead in a fight. Savant tends to analyze his opponent during the fight and attempt to anticipate their movements.
General:
Perceptive: Over time he has been able to grasp a person's mannerisms and tone of voice to tell how they are feeling but still has yet to master this ability.
Temper: Not able to handle much sarcasm or attitudes, he is still able to maintain his composure amongst the fey.
Horseback Riding: Having been used to the front lines, he tends to use his steed more as a means to enter the fray than anything else.
Unable:
Cooking: He usually has someone cook for him when back within the confines of the court but on the field he tends to make his own food since everyone "respectfully declines" his offerings.
Time Management: The only exception to this is wartime. He has a tendency to be an hour late to meetings or two gatherings but eventually gets there. Usually his excuse is related to new recruits or going on a hunt.
Cleaning: Despite living the Military lifestyle, his room is somewhat cluttered, occasionally asking one of the humans to help him clean his place to which they begrudgingly accept.
Defense: Both in the magical (reflective, nullification magic) and hand to hand sense, Malthael is capable of protecting himself but has so far no need for major defensive skills as it is hard to get close enough to him without being maimed.
History
Who were you:
Six thousand. Six thousand years it has been since one of King Falk's most accomplished Generals were born unto this world. A pup of Ultar, a pup of a hell hound and a pup who, one day, would make a name for himself as the Wraith of War. A violent individual on the field and ruthless with the blade and devastating with his magic. But, a story must begin somewhere. This one will begin at the youngest age. The age of an infant. Malthael was given up by his biological parents for fear of his life and was handed over to the King, who had placed the young pup with another family of the same species. The head of the family, Arrad Kylae, was one of the captains of the royal guard and when Malthael was old enough, began teaching him the art of battle, the art of the sword. Around this age Faelyn, the Arch Arcane of Arrad's company, began training the young boy in the art of the Arcane. For years since his human transformation glamour, he had been training for battle since the young age at five, managing to show traits of a prodigy at the young age of 8 and expertise in the sword and bow by age 14. It was then did he decide to join the royal guard but with this there was stipulations. Many did not feel that he was truly ready for combat. He was still too young, he was still learning arcane magic and despite his finesse with the blade, he was denied by the court until, Falk, of all people, gave permission for young Malthael to join but first, he would start out on patrols, hunts and things akin to such tasks. A way to get his feet wet.
All seemed to go well around the age of 17 and he had been on multiple hunts and patrols, little fighting occurred as most of it were bandits and small time resistance groups or humans that had crossed into the fey line but nothing of particular significance in the aspect of the military and he had begun to loath it. He felt it was time for him to embrace real fights, real battles but at the time there was peace. It would see that he would never experience combat, the rush of adrenaline, the sounds of swords clashing, the booms of magic clashing with magic and the shuffling of feet and armour. No he would not feel that but in fact he would feel something else, something much...Much worse.
One year later, near Raven's Creek, Malthael and his merry group of brothers, those he had now considered as such, were ambushed. Was it Spring? Summer fae? Nigh, it was something, or someone far worse. earlier that year, there was rumors going around the court of a Witcher, a powerful witcher who was hunting down those killing humans by Ravens Creek and it seemed that this witcher had gotten word of the group. And there he waited, iron and silver weapons with magic meant to defend against the fey. Instead of feeling that yearning rush of combat, he felt fear, the darkening shroud of darkness engulf him like a tide wave of a raging sea. Instead of fighting to the death, he ran. He abandoned those he considered brothers and ran for help. For this, he was pulled away from military duty, considered weak and shamed his family name. His father, who held a high reputation had it destroyed in one evening at Raven's Creek. His father did not speak to him but his mother tried to give him comfort. He was unhappy with himself and felt that he should leave, maybe even destroy his own life to try to bring honor back to the family.
One night, at the lake near his house. A full moon loomed over head, lighting up the beautiful lake with bright whites and grays. He sat lakeside, a dagger in hand. Looking up to the night sky, sparkling tears rolling down his eyes, he prayed to the gods to give him a sign, any sign that would show him the true way. A sign to point him down the right path. With no response he raised his blade, ready to strike his own heart in hopes to bring back honor to his family. Just before the blade pierce his skin, he heard a large and primal growl from behind and he turned.
A wolf, as large as a great horse with fur colored of ash and smoke gazed into Malthael yellow eyes with its on steely gold ones. Runes of many gold shades glowed dimly off of its body as it It bared its teeth and snarled at the boy.
"Stailc féin agus go bhfuil tú lag. Stailc féin agus náire duit an t-ainm Faeryker."
Its voice held power, its voice held emotion and the most important...It held a silent threat. It was his sign, it was the answer from the gods. With a shaky hand he dropped the deadly metal and simply looked towards the lunar light and stars for his new resolve.
The witcher had continued his terror near Raven's Creek and word had spread about his fighting prowess, how he had taken down many a great warrior. Few dared to attack him but those that dead, were given swift burials. Eventually, the Court prohibited those to go near. Months after this event he stayed to himself and his training, instead of hours a day, he went until he could no more, pushing himself to the point of collapse, and on some occasions he did. His father started to wonder what the boy was aiming to accomplish and when he confronted him he asked. The boy, whose eyes seemed to have hardened into those of the wolf, stared into his father's own, sending a slight chill down his back. He responded with only few words. Words that resonated his resolve.
"I'm going to kill that witcher who killed my brothers and when I'm done with him, I will kill anyone who threatens my brothers and sisters of the court. I will make a name for myself, a name that will only be said through whispers. A name that will strike fear into our foes. I will earn my honor back and I will earn your honor back as well. With these hands...I will make the name Malthael feared throughout the fey. Now step aside father, I have someone to kill."
There were stories, rumors and ballads of the day the Wolf slayed the Witcher, but one thing was for certain, when he returned to the Court at the end of the next day with the witcher's head in a bag, it was known now that the Kylae boy had slain the witcher, a task that was meant for the more powerful fae of the court. He had restored the honor of his family and his honor.
Years had gone by after this and he had begun to make a true name for himself. Inspiring brothers and sisters of the fae as well as those who had doubts about their existence. Falk had kept the boy close, knowing that one day he would truly be great. He had fought salamanders, lycan, orges and orcs. Taken on summer and made high ranking friends of winter. He trained the youth and spared with the experienced and fought side by side with some of the most powerful fey to have ever come through the Fall court. Even his magic had improved. So much so that he had begun teachings of his own. But this is thousands of years later.
If one was to look now, they would see one of the most powerful generals of the Fall court, an argued subject but nonetheless an observation that is just. His story is still being written in the novel of his life. What is to come is uncertain, but one thing is. Whatever happens, songs will be sung, poets will write and myths and legends will be told of his actions.
Family: Father: Captain Arrad Hylae, Captain of the Guard / Mother: Sivir Hylae, Grand Archer
Current
Court/Faction: UnSeelie Court Ambition: Although he has no true ambition, he does wish to find an opponent worth to fight. One that could grant him a true warriors death. Until then, he will settle with becoming the most famous Fae general to have ever lived. Favors Due: (To who and what for) Favors Owed: (To who and what for) Possessions:
Raven's Edge: A greatsword that was forged of iron and enchanted to absorb the life essence of a creature and to give that power to its wielder.
Mithrael: A black armor with a gem in its center. The armor has the protection of plate mail but with the lightness of leather armor. The gem in the center is meant to amplify his combative magic although at this point in his life he does not necessarily need to use it. That will change however should he find someone worthy of battle.
Mythcarver: A blade that feeds off the fear of the opponent(s), transferring that fear to Savant s aura.
Relationships
Name Captain Arrad Hylae, Captain of the Guard Relationship Details: Is his "father" and sees him as such. The man is stern but fair and kind, kinder than Malthael is. Name Grand Archer Sivir Hylae Relationship Details: A sweet, tender woman, Sivir is Malthael's "Mother". Unlike Arrad, Sivir is more forgiving then his father. Name Yin Relationship Details: He is just as bad as a fucking gnome in terms of annoyance, more-so because of his mind games he plays on Malthael ALL....THE...TIME. However, he does like his efficiency when it comes to jobs Faulk gives him. Name Relationship Details: (What do you think of them) Name Relationship Details: (What do you think of them) Name Relationship Details: (What do you think of them)
I consider myself an adaptive writer. I've RPed in some high casual-low advanced RPs and some RPs that are nearly one liners but I try to stay consistent at least with my characters I make. Ive been on here for some time (passed the time it claims. Just forgot the name of my old accounts but whatev). I am interested in high casual/ low-advanced rps and have been trying to get a few off the ground. If anyone is interested in Co-GMing with me just drop me a message or something and we can discuss ideas and whatnot
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I consider myself an adaptive writer. I've RPed in some high casual-low advanced RPs and some RPs that are nearly one liners but I try to stay consistent at least with my characters I make. Ive been on here for some time (passed the time it claims. Just forgot the name of my old accounts but whatev). I am interested in high casual/ low-advanced rps and have been trying to get a few off the ground. If anyone is interested in Co-GMing with me just drop me a message or something and we can discuss ideas and whatnot</div>
