Forett

Farpoint

Rhyke was relieved to find the guards were not going to give him grief fresh off the boat, however that almost changed as they called Ciss a mutt. There were very few human words she could pick up on without a tone of voice, mutt was one of them. She held back her growl, though only as long as she had too. As soon as they were on their way she loosed her growl. “I’ll show him mutt- and that tin he is wearing won’t save him.” She spoke to Rhyke over their bond, conveying a feeling of annoyance and slight anger. “There is no need to prove anything to these people. They will not understand us. Remember what you have learned.” He shot back with a soothing feel.

Rhyke made his way to the crusty anchor. If Ciss could not fit through the door or was forbidden from entry, he would take note of an open window to find a seat near so that he could keep an eye on Ciss. Dire wolves were very easy to provoke, and Ciss was a little fire head. Rhyke never let her stray far unless they were in a forest well away from any towns.

Rhyke would make his way into the Tavern, looking about as his paranoia started to gnaw at him.

Farpoint

Rhyke put on his straw hat, shouldering his bow over his back and putting the few belongings he and Ciss had in the pack he carried. Most of his clothing was handmade with straw and furrs, though several wool parcels were sticking out of the bottom of his pack. He waited for everyone to get off of the boat as he usually had to deal with problems involving his companion. Ciss was well behaved, eyes gleaming as she was happy to finally be on solid ground again. Rhyke had to do all he could to tell her not to run. After walking over the plank, Rhyke would stand aside Ciss until he was addressed by the guard. He took note of what they were armed with and how old the men looked. He was used to men giving him trouble over Ciss or over his bow. Several times in the past he had been called a thief, however he claimed that a bow thief would not know how to make arrows.
“Rhyke.” He spoke his name just loud enough for it to be heard. “Rhyke Vulbit.”

Crator Island.

The sky was absent of clouds as the sun was perhaps two hours away from being directly overhead. Time passed quickly as they scavenged the beach, work no doubt distracting the two elves from the horrid thoughts of death… well, perhaps distracting Aquilan. The fire pit took a while to make as Zarriia had to cut away pieces of the floor so that the wood beneath the fire would not catch flame and burn their shelter to the ground. The sand beneath offered the mound required to stack against the wooden floor. The slight slant to the floor offered an open view of this fire pit to the beach, though not a single ship had washed ashore or passed by during their time so far. As Zarriia filled the firepit with wood and situated the inside of the ship so that they could use it as a shelter, Aquilan would take note of just how desperate his situation was. He had worked to stack the driftwood and planks in the boat to block the other entrance as the drow had previously instructed, making only one entrance to this ship in which a fire pit had been erected near. The deck had a large grated door which would be opened when cargo would be loaded, meaning that the smoke would not be trapped within the hull. This shelter seemed to be quite perfect, however there was a new feeling that overtook both of the elves just as Zarriia would respond to Aquilian’s request for her name. A feeling that something was watching them.

Farpoint

Rhyke was not a man to drop a sad story or intimidate a sailor, nor was he rich or well known throughout the land… He was, however, a man who could hold his drink far better than most dwarves. His master had trained him to keep his wits about him even while under the influence of herbs and various concoctions, so a drinking contest for a trip out of hell seemed like a good deal. Especially if all he had to lose was a cheap iron sword.

Rhyke sat on the bow of the ship with his she wolf Ciss at his side. She was curled up much like a dog would be on the swaying deck of this ship. Rhyke had made himself comfortable against her flank, rubbing her softly as he watched the water pass slowly by. Most men probably did not wish to brave a wolf large enough to eat a man with little less than a bite, however plenty had in the past. Rhyke simply hoped no one would bother him so long as he didn’t bother anyone else.

It wasn’t long before land became visible. ‘Rhyke! Rhyke! I smell birds!’ Rhyke opened an eye as Ciss perked up, eager to get off of this small thing and go hunt with Rhyke. “Easy now, Don’t get too excited, we don’t know what this land has to offer. Not to mention that getting you out of whatever city we land in means you cannot bite anyone like you did last time…” Rhyke stood up as he spoke, though to anyone else it would come off as growls and strange body gestures. ‘That man tried to attack you with one of those short claws! He is lucky I only took his arm. If it weren't for that hard stuff on his chest I would have had his throat.’ she growled. “It is called a dagger, Sis. He was not going to harm me, you know I can handle myself.” Ciss would just give him a big eyed look, like a sister would a brother. ‘I don't want you to be hurt like…’

Rhyke comforted her, pushing the thought of his elder to the back of his mind. He died living what he taught, and deserved a far better death than the one he had been given… Rhyke planned to do as he had done, though he planned to do it well away from the kingdom of man. Perhaps here there would be a place for him to live in peace.

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

Forett Altol

Armor

Everyday wear/ human appearance.

Age: 46, though he looks to be in his 30's
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality: Forett is generally a quiet fellow who doesn't trust people easily. If his trust is earned, his loyalty will never falter. Forett has yet to feel the knife of betrayal. Forett's hard life has made him rather tough as far as most men go. He has seen things that most men believe to be fairy tales, so surprising him is a challenge. This does make him rather gullible for far fetched stories involving magical beast and myths. He is slow to anger, though once achieved his anger can make him a far meaner individual. He will do his best to stop fighting or arguing so that matters may be resolved without needless violence. regardless of how things go, Forett's will to move on is possibly the strongest thing about him. Given all of his misfortunes, Forett still presses onward with the memory of his friend and family. He believes that they did not go through the time and effort caring for and teaching him for him to simply throw their memory away.
Backstory: Forett Altol was a man who had little promise in his future. His last name carried no weight and his noble house consisted of sharecropping uncles and a crippled father. That is to say, he was no noble. Forett’s life did not turn around as he came into manhood either. At the young age of sixteen Forett’s mother and father were killed by bandits who had been told that they were hiding gold from them. The bandits did what bandits would do to a cripple man and his wife, and Forett had to watch between the floorboards as he hid in his parent’s wooden hovel. Needless to say, Forett did not go on a great quest to seek vengeance or give up on life- no. He did what any 16 year old lad would do with no education and now no family. He became a street urchin. For 3 years Forett scraped by on the mercy strangers gave him. Every now and then a stranger would feel pity and give him an easy job to work, which was only enough to help him get by. By the divines Mercy he never fell ill. It was at the age of 23 that Forett’s life began to turn and favor him. While in the markets begging for coin, a drunk passed out in front of him. This drunk, as he would never forget the night he saw this face, happened to be a bandit with a very large bounty. After turning in the man that ruined his life, Forett decided he would invest in what the nobles called an ‘education.’
After learning to read and write, Forett took on the job of writing up wanted posters. It wasn’t the best job, however it payed far better than any job he had before. A paying job was far better than being a street urchin in the capitol. It was not long before a poster crossed his eyes that shocked him. “Wanted: Dead for gold.” The poster started, displaying the picture of a massive dragon burning a village in crude black ink. Many of the books Forett had read told of wildlings and dragons, however he had never seen one before.
At the age of 28, Forett set out of the capitol to find this dragon with every cent he had to his name. It was on the road that he met a man by the name of Hexilius Boldarin. Hexilius was a mercenary that had just finished escorting a caravan and was making his way east to return home. After hearing Forett’s story over a beer in a roadside tavern, Hexilius decided that Forett would need lessons in swordplay. Now, one key feature of Hexilius that made him an interesting man was the fact that he was an elf. What was supposed to be a three month trip turned into a four year adventure as Forett and Hexilius traveled from village to city taking odd jobs to clear bandits and highwaymen that were to small a problem for the guard to handle. It was at the age of 32 Forett lost Hexilius to a bolt in a bar. His one and only friend was shot in the back by a drunk with a crossbow. Forett’s good nature died on that night. Some say it died with his friend, others say it died as the drunk choked on his own blood.
Forett had to travel east to tell Hexilius’s son of what befell his father. Of course, no family takes a death well. It was here that Forett discovered Hexilius used to be a knight before his wife had died in a fire. Something the elf had never told Forett, aside from the fact that he had married into a human house.
Forett, to this day, still carries the shield Hexilius once used to protect them both. A shield that Forett jokes made his next friend! The shield had a mighty tree in it’s centre, the engravings worn away from years of use on the field. It would be a long year before Forett decided he would gamble for everything he knew.
Returning to the capitol, Forett found that no man had claimed the bounty for the dragon. However, it also seemed that it had not been seen since he had hung that poster all of those years ago. Forett decided he would use the money Hexilius left him to buy a set of plate, a sword and a younger horse. He traveled to where this dragon was spotted last, and found nothing more than the lone village it had burnt to the ground so many years ago.
He would kill this dragon and never leave the capitol again, retiring in luxury… or he would die as nothing more than a forgotten story spoken in some tavern by a drunk.
How life loved to ruin Forett’s plans.
Forett spent two years living in this burnt out village, having learned how to live off of the land from his travels. It was in the fall of his 35th year he found the beast he was hunting… or rather, it found him. It was nowhere near as large as the beast drawn on the poster, though it was still just as terrifying. It seemed not to resemble the beast’s picture all that much either. It had ambushed him at the village well while he was fetching water.

As Forett lowered his shield, he was hit with a plume of blackened fire that he surly thought would melt Hexilius’s very memory… instead he was met with a blinding light. His memory of what transpired after that was all but a blur. He awoke to find himself in the village where he had been attacked, the shield lying some distance away next to the unconscious black monster that had attacked him.

Magic: Ice (though he has very little control over it.)

Divine protection of Melding.
Forett's mind and essence has been fused with a dragon like creature from another world. This creature lacks the ability to understand anything other than basic common or gestures, however is just as intelligent if not more so than a human being. His mind, when near her, is shared with her. They can understand each other without so much as uttering a word and also share the same mana pool, however this last ability is rather useless as Forett is equipped with a sword and shield, not a staff or mage throwing powers. Likewise, Verisa is linked in the same way to Forett. She can use him to understand those around her, however this ability is limited. After they first became bounded to one another, the bond would break at only several hundred meters away. After a decade of each other's company, however, this range has extended to nearly a mile. Their ability to share senses leaves them at 300 meters, however they can communicate flawlessly until this range is met. Should the bond break, a faint pull will be felt towards the other. Forett will know that his friend is in 'this general direction.' Likewise for Verisa, the two are rarely more than two feet apart. The main exceptions involve walking into towns or cities were a dragon may not be a sight for calm citizens to see. This blessing has caused Forett’s eyes to take on dragon like attributes, though sadly the only benefits received from this are better vision in the dark and creeping out strangers. The blessing does not make him any stronger or weaker as a person.

Verisa the Black

Apperance

Verisa’s body is not covered in the traditional scales of a dragon. Her nimble frame has large plate like bones that overlay to form an almost natural suit of armor on her sides, breast, back and neck. Her belly and the inside of her hind legs have much smaller plates, meaning that the armor here is very weak. Despite the picture, her horns are not pointed back, but instead are curled like a ram’s horns. They roll over in a loop once before the tips of them face forward to just behind her eyes. This offers her head a little more protection, though they can be a little bulky at times. They are rather short, no doubt showing her to be young of age. Her wings resemble a bat's, however they also have muscles bracing them so that she can prop herself up with them. (See pic for reference. She has thumbs!)
Gender: Female
Race: Dragon like creature.
Magic: Fire
*See Forett for Divine protection.
Back story: Verissa was a dragon of noble birth, born to Talon Whitefire and Sulkan Vess, she was to be a huntress upon her coming of age. Her life was normal, or as normal as life was for a young black dragoness. Her bloodline was of good repute and her father was a wonderful trainer. Many males sought her attention and many females favored to hunt beside her, though many of the elders feared her ambitious nature despite the fact she was nothing more than an older child. Well before she was old enough to realize just how important she was as a youngling, she awoke to find herself not in her nest in the cliffs, but in a green valley she had never before seen. Used to the harsh mountain climates and fighting griffins for food, this valley held plenty of food and offered little to no dangers. She searched the skies for several years, though at the end of every month, which is as far as she would ever dare fly, she would return to where she woke up. She missed her family, and she believed herself cheated out of a good life. Naturally, as her most deadly weapon finally developed, she became angry. Several hundred years passed as she grew, slowly making the climb from being smaller than a horse to being roughly eleven feet tall. As time ticked on, she slowly accepted the fact that she would never see her tribe again.
She had spent years learning of the land, however her fear of being caught alone kept her locked to caves and hunting. She was a horridly anti social creature after her rough fall from grace. She learned that humans were not food, and neither were their horses. She had to move caves due to being discovered and being pestered by humans who encroached on her abode with hardened skin and extended limbs.
It was on a late hunt one afternoon that she saw a human with nothing more than a horse for company. She watched him for several days, wondering why he was living in an empty human settlement all alone. Soon she came to terms that this human was like the ones that hunted her, and she was enraged by this sudden thought. As her emotions constantly moved in her lonely mind, she decided to ambush him to see if she could best one of these humans alone. She attempted to surprise him, but this human was quick to raise a plate that halted her fire. She moved to jump on him, only to be met with a blinding light.
She woke up slowly, her purple eyes quickly spotting the human. He was separated from his fire blocking plate! She had him! She quickly moved to stand, only to feel a sudden tide of emotion she had not planned to feel. She could feel this Human’s fear and see how she appeared to him. She could see through his eyes, though the feeling quickly left. The human had stood, drawing one of the sharpened limbs that they used to attack her. Likewise, he was frozen as well.
“This creature couldn’t understand me.”
“This creature couldn’t understand me.”
They both jumped back slightly, having heard what the other thought as though it were spoken aloud. Forett Altol and Verisa the black lived each other's life in their heads in all but a flash. Forett saw what it was to hunt as Verisa saw what it was to fear, the two beings lowered their guard, unsure of just what was happening.

That was ten years ago, now Forett claims Verissa as a sister, and she claims him as a nestmate.
Over the years Forett’s eyes would take on the dragon like nature of Verissa’s eyes, though they are far less effective than hers. Forett is currently returning to the capital to invest his time in adventuring again. His shield and armor a symbol for a unknown hedge knight of some lost kingdom or lowly guild, however he hopes that one day his friend's memory will be known by everyone.

Personality: Verisa is a spunky gal, at least that is what Forett will tell you. She values strength and loyalty as well as honesty, though her instincts to flaunt her power and prey upon weaker beings still plague her. She can often be very arrogant at times, more than willing to sink her teeth into anything that insults her. Her young and ‘do anything’ attitude died out fast with Forett, who taught her that this world was not one to be scared of. She is friendly to those who do not draw their swords, and friendly still to those that do. However, much like the black fire that rests in her belly, she is more than willing to lash out at anyone who brings harm to Forett... Perhaps even more so than should someone harm herself. She also has a strange taste for oranges, though she will refuse anything else that was not once alive. (She doesn’t buy that whole ‘plants are alive’ thing. They are green and never move, after all!)

It was in the rules, so I better follow em'.

Also, my name is Forett. I can care less if you use a lowercase f, however using it in the @call will not ping me and I will miss your message.
@liferusher @ZekariVoblis

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

now I'm in love.

I shall look up these titles of which you recommended! Upon my exploration of these 'series' I shall determine the novel of interest and proceed to procure a copy.

Ima go buy me an e-book woot woot
@shylarah

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@shylarah sure!

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

Well now I have to find an actual book to read. Damnit.

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

Forett and Verisa

Forett Altol

Armor and weapons

Everyday wear/ human appearance.

Age: 46, though he looks to be in his early 30's
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality: Forett is generally a quiet fellow who doesn't trust people easily. If his trust is earned, his loyalty will never falter. Forett has yet to feel the knife of betrayal. Forett's hard life has made him rather tough as far as most men go. He has seen things that most men believe to be fairy tales, so surprising him is a challenge. This does make him rather gullible for far fetched stories involving magical beast and myths. He is slow to anger, though once achieved his anger can make him a far meaner individual. He will do his best to stop fighting or arguing so that matters may be resolved without needless violence. regardless of how things go, Forett's will to move on is possibly the strongest thing about him. Given all of his misfortunes, Forett still presses onward with the memory of his friend and family. He believes that they did not go through the time and effort caring for and teaching him for him to simply throw their memory away.
Backstory: Forett Altol was a man who had little promise in his future. His last name carried no weight and his noble house consisted of sharecropping uncles and a crippled father. That is to say, he was no noble. Forett’s life did not turn around as he came into manhood either. At the young age of sixteen Forett’s mother and father were killed by bandits who had been told that they were hiding gold from them. The bandits did what bandits would do to a cripple man and his wife, and Forett had to watch between the floorboards as he hid in his parent’s wooden hovel. Needless to say, Forett did not go on a great quest to seek vengeance or give up on life- no. He did what any 16 year old lad would do with no education and now no family. He became a street urchin. For 3 years Forett scraped by on the mercy strangers gave him. Every now and then a stranger would feel pity and give him an easy job to work, which was only enough to help him get by. By the divines Mercy he never fell ill. It was at the age of 23 that Forett’s life began to turn and favor him. While in the markets begging for coin, a drunk passed out in front of him. This drunk, as he would never forget the night he saw this face, happened to be a bandit with a very large bounty. After turning in the man that ruined his life, Forett decided he would invest in what the nobles called an ‘education.’
After learning to read and write, Forett took on the job of writing up wanted posters. It wasn’t the best job, however it payed far better than any job he had before. A paying job was far better than being a street urchin in the capitol. It was not long before a poster crossed his eyes that shocked him. “Wanted: Dead for gold.” The poster started, displaying the picture of a massive dragon burning a village in crude black ink. Many of the books Forett had read told of wildlings and dragons, however he had never seen one before.
At the age of 28, Forett set out of the capitol to find this dragon with every cent he had to his name. It was on the road that he met a man by the name of Hexilius Boldarin. Hexilius was a mercenary that had just finished escorting a caravan and was making his way east to return home. After hearing Forett’s story over a beer in a roadside tavern, Hexilius decided that Forett would need lessons in swordplay. Now, one key feature of Hexilius that made him an interesting man was the fact that he was an elf. What was supposed to be a three month trip turned into a four year adventure as Forett and Hexilius traveled from village to city taking odd jobs to clear bandits and highwaymen that were to small a problem for the guard to handle. It was at the age of 32 Forett lost Hexilius to a bolt in a bar. His one and only friend was shot in the back by a drunk with a crossbow. Forett’s good nature died on that night. Some say it died with his friend, others say it died as the drunk choked on his own blood.
Forett had to travel east to tell Hexilius’s son of what befell his father. Of course, no family takes a death well. It was here that Forett discovered Hexilius used to be a knight before his wife had died in a fire. Something the elf had never told Forett, aside from the fact that he had married into a human house.
Forett, to this day, still carries the shield Hexilius once used to protect them both. A shield that Forett jokes made his next friend! The shield had a mighty tree in it’s centre, the engravings worn away from years of use on the field. It would be a long year before Forett decided he would gamble for everything he knew.
Returning to the capitol, Forett found that no man had claimed the bounty for the dragon. However, it also seemed that it had not been seen since he had hung that poster all of those years ago. Forett decided he would use the money Hexilius left him to buy a set of plate, a sword and a younger horse. He traveled to where this dragon was spotted last, and found nothing more than the lone village it had burnt to the ground so many years ago.
He would kill this dragon and never leave the capitol again, retiring in luxury… or he would die as nothing more than a forgotten story spoken in some tavern by a drunk.
How life loved to ruin Forett’s plans.
Forett spent two years living in this burnt out village, having learned how to live off of the land from his travels. It was in the fall of his 35th year he found the beast he was hunting… or rather, it found him. It was nowhere near as large as the beast drawn on the poster, though it was still just as terrifying. It seemed not to resemble the beast’s picture all that much either. It had ambushed him at the village well while he was fetching water.

As Forett lowered his shield, he was hit with a plume of blackened fire that he surly thought would melt Hexilius’s very memory… instead he was met with a blinding light. His memory of what transpired after that was all but a blur. He awoke to find himself in the village where he had been attacked, the shield lying some distance away next to the unconscious black monster that had attacked him.

Magic: Ice (though he has very little control over it.)

Divine protection of Melding.
Forett's mind and essence has been fused with a dragon like creature from another world. This creature lacks the ability to understand anything other than basic common or gestures, however is just as intelligent if not more so than a human being. His mind, when near her, is shared with her. They can understand each other without so much as uttering a word and also share the same mana pool, however this last ability is rather useless as Forett is equipped with a sword and shield, not a staff or mage throwing powers. Likewise, Verisa is linked in the same way to Forett. She can use him to understand those around her, however this ability is limited. After they first became bounded to one another, the bond would break at only several hundred meters away. After a decade of each other's company, however, this range has extended to nearly a mile. Their ability to share senses leaves them at 300 meters, however they can communicate flawlessly until this range is met. Should the bond break, a faint pull will be felt towards the other. Forett will know that his friend is in 'this general direction.' Likewise for Verisa, the two are rarely more than two feet apart. The main exceptions involve walking into towns or cities were a dragon may not be a sight for calm citizens to see. This blessing has caused Forett’s eyes to take on dragon like attributes, though sadly the only benefits received from this are better vision in the dark and creeping out strangers. The blessing does not make him any stronger or weaker as a person.

Verisa the Black

Apperance

Verisa’s body is not covered in the traditional scales of a dragon. Her nimble frame has large plate like bones that overlay to form an almost natural suit of armor on her sides, breast, back and neck. Her belly and the inside of her hind legs have much smaller plates, meaning that the armor here is very weak. Despite the picture, her horns are not pointed back, but instead are curled like a ram’s horns. They roll over in a loop once before the tips of them face forward to just behind her eyes. This offers her head a little more protection, though they can be a little bulky at times. They are rather short, no doubt showing her to be young of age. Her wings resemble a bat's, however they also have muscles bracing them so that she can prop herself up with them. (See pic for reference. She has thumbs!)
Gender: Female
Race: Dragon like creature.
Magic: Fire
*See Forett for Divine protection.
Back story: Verissa was a dragon of noble birth, born to Talon Whitefire and Sulkan Vess, she was to be a huntress upon her coming of age. Her life was normal, or as normal as life was for a young black dragoness. Her bloodline was of good repute and her father was a wonderful trainer. Many males sought her attention and many females favored to hunt beside her, though many of the elders feared her ambitious nature despite the fact she was nothing more than an older child. Well before she was old enough to realize just how important she was as a youngling, she awoke to find herself not in her nest in the cliffs, but in a green valley she had never before seen. Used to the harsh mountain climates and fighting griffins for food, this valley held plenty of food and offered little to no dangers. She searched the skies for several years, though at the end of every month, which is as far as she would ever dare fly, she would return to where she woke up. She missed her family, and she believed herself cheated out of a good life. Naturally, as her most deadly weapon finally developed, she became angry. Several hundred years passed as she grew, slowly making the climb from being smaller than a horse to being roughly eleven feet tall. As time ticked on, she slowly accepted the fact that she would never see her tribe again.
She had spent years learning of the land, however her fear of being caught alone kept her locked to caves and hunting. She was a horridly anti social creature after her rough fall from grace. She learned that humans were not food, and neither were their horses. She had to move caves due to being discovered and being pestered by humans who encroached on her abode with hardened skin and extended limbs.
It was on a late hunt one afternoon that she saw a human with nothing more than a horse for company. She watched him for several days, wondering why he was living in an empty human settlement all alone. Soon she came to terms that this human was like the ones that hunted her, and she was enraged by this sudden thought. As her emotions constantly moved in her lonely mind, she decided to ambush him to see if she could best one of these humans alone. She attempted to surprise him, but this human was quick to raise a plate that halted her fire. She moved to jump on him, only to be met with a blinding light.
She woke up slowly, her purple eyes quickly spotting the human. He was separated from his fire blocking plate! She had him! She quickly moved to stand, only to feel a sudden tide of emotion she had not planned to feel. She could feel this Human’s fear and see how she appeared to him. She could see through his eyes, though the feeling quickly left. The human had stood, drawing one of the sharpened limbs that they used to attack her. Likewise, he was frozen as well.
“This creature couldn’t understand me.”
“This creature couldn’t understand me.”
They both jumped back slightly, having heard what the other thought as though it were spoken aloud. Forett Altol and Verisa the black lived each other's life in their heads in all but a flash. Forett saw what it was to hunt as Verisa saw what it was to fear, the two beings lowered their guard, unsure of just what was happening.

That was ten years ago, now Forett claims Verissa as a sister, and she claims him as a nestmate.
Over the years Forett’s eyes would take on the dragon like nature of Verissa’s eyes, though they are far less effective than hers. Forett is currently returning to the capital to invest his time in adventuring again. His shield and armor a symbol for a unknown hedge knight of some lost kingdom or lowly guild, however he hopes that one day his friend's memory will be known by everyone.

Personality: Verisa is a spunky gal, at least that is what Forett will tell you. She values strength and loyalty as well as honesty, though her instincts to flaunt her power and prey upon weaker beings still plague her. She can often be very arrogant at times, more than willing to sink her teeth into anything that insults her. Her young and ‘do anything’ attitude died out fast with Forett, who taught her that this world was not one to be scared of. She is friendly to those who do not draw their swords, and friendly still to those that do. However, much like the black fire that rests in her belly, she is more than willing to lash out at anyone who brings harm to Forett... Perhaps even more so than should someone harm herself. She also has a strange taste for oranges, though she will refuse anything else that was not once alive. (She doesn’t buy that whole ‘plants are alive’ thing. They are green and never move, after all!)

Crator Island.

It's fine! As long as we keep making progress everything will be gravy.