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Hazel came back with her groceries, her aura bursted into the room and she payed no attention to the gloomy mood. She hummed to herself as she unpacked the things and placed the in The fridge and pantry, her smile was a small ray of sunshine in the room.
How old would an independent elf who is still mastering magic be?
"Kyle, when this is over, um. What are you going to do?" Em didn't look back at him, she just continued looking at the ground. She didn't know if she was expecting a certain answer but maybe it would let her fill the vague uncertainty in her mind. There was still a battle to be fought, and she would never know she was truly safe. But if mike was here, there must be other and she could assemble an army to save her family. No, she was to weak if Kyle left her alone she would probably die within days.
Surf, Fun, Adventure
But the Human Greed
The Human Dreams
Pull you..
This man is a Narcotrafficant, his precious cargo fell into the blue waters of the reef you and your friends have been diving in for years. He knows that you are a professional diver, and poor after this trip. If you find the cargo, he will share his wealth with you, making your wildest dreams come true. But..You have to find the cargo and keep it a secret from everyone, and you have to find it first. Remember as you dive in, once in you can't get out, this is the world of the Narcotrafficants.
2. Romance is allowed but sew it into the story
3.you don't need to know diving terms, but you are welcome to use them
Full Name:
Age:20-30
Appearance: pictures are allowed, but try to make them realistic (no multicolored hair or eyes)
Personality:
Dream: Whatever impulses your character to take the plunge, if they don’t want the money describe why they are helping the others out.
Em stood up and grabbed a backpack, she went to the pantry and fridge to stock the backpack with food. Then she saluted Mike and left without a word, she was in a hurry but she couldn't run or Kyle would get hurt.
She didn't know why her emotions were fighting with her head, her heart worried about kyle and her mind was simply annoyed. Her gaze traveled back to his, but once they made eye contact she blushed and looked away. Her heat pumped and her cheeks were hot, maybe she had a fever. But last night, she had missed him.
She didn't know why her emotions were fighting with her head, her heart worried about kyle and her mind was simply annoyed. Her gaze traveled back to his, but once they made eye contact she blushed and looked away. Her heat pumped and her cheeks were hot, maybe she had a fever. But last night, she had missed him.
Hazel shrugged it off and kept walking, the morning air was certainly pleasing today. She always kept her hands on her pockets, on her handguns. When a grocery store came in sight she went in and grabbed a basket, she shopped around for a while and bought the stuff in her list. She put her stuff in a bag and was about to leave when she remember Roxy, she left some money in the cashier.
WIP
Name: Asta Cyszik
Age/Race/Gender: 25/Wood Elf/Female
Physical Appearance: Long black hair, so dark it looks almost midnight blue, flows down to her hips. Blue optics peer out of her olive complexion, her ears end in soft pointed tips which are a
genetic trait. Long fingers protude from her palms, which are rough from using the bow and weapons. Her figure is lithe with a small waist, thin legs and no curves at all to outline her figure. Years of archery make her arms well muscled, even though her legs may lack in the department she is strong enough to hold it out.
Armor/Clothing: Asta usually wears her favorite charming sky blue embroidered dress, over a thin chest plate and shin guards. Some leather pants and a cotton shirt make her outfit in most of the blue days of her life, as well as an old pair of her mother's boot that she keeps close to her heart. Under her possesion are a pair of old leather gloves, which usually come in handy when using a sword and a bow and arrow.
Weapon(s): Her bow and arrows, which are carried in a small arrow case that are slung over her arm. The bow is made from an oak staff, and the arrows are poorly made. And a chopping style sword, the blade is straight and wide.
Powers/Abilities: Healing spell: This spell is only able to cure cuts and soothes sores and bruises, it can't save someone from death.
Growth spell: Usually used to grow plants but also use in medicine to regrow limbs, she has never actually used the spell on human before but it was part of her medical training.
Rain spell: Evokes a small drizzle of rain, usually used to help droughts and give animals a place to drink. Can't do much harm.
Lightning spell: A bolt of energy jolts and harms someone or something, takes plenty of energy and is still in practice. Asta uses this in total emergencies.
Skills: Expertise in archery and sword fighting, also has medical experience from being a nurse and knows about a variety of herbs. Blends with nature and can bond with animals easily though not so much with other sentient beings. Asta knows a little about self defense without a weapon, which include ways to get out of choke and a few attacks.
Personality: Asta is closer to nature than her own race, her nose is usually stuck in a book or her head is bouncing around the clouds. Naive and sweet, she tends to be hard-headed when it comes to accepting the evil surrounding her. She much rather protect herself in her own little perfect world which much to her distaste is just not reality, magic isn't such a powerful object to her anyway. Her quarrel with magic is because she is unable to learn really advance spells or even master the basic ones, so she prefers to ignore it and practice half heartedly. Patience is a virtue, and a virtue she has, the world could be as slow as a turtle for all she cares as long as it remains the same forever.
History: Asta was a single child, and was taugh archery and sword-fighting from an early age and later magic when she was around ten years old. First, her mother trained her in healing and she became her assistant. In her training she learned of many herbs and how to make poltuces and ointments as well as what plants are edible and which aren't .Her mother would have patients most of the time and Asta would be ther to help with small tasks until she was fourteen and she became a nurse herself. She then pursued other types of magic more related to nature with her father as the rain and lightning spell. Now she lives alone and is in a less regular and more relaxed self training.
Name: Asta Cyszik
Age/Race/Gender: 25/Wood Elf/Female
Physical Appearance: Long black hair, so dark it looks almost midnight blue, flows down to her hips. Blue optics peer out of her olive complexion, her ears end in soft pointed tips which are a
genetic trait. Long fingers protude from her palms, which are rough from using the bow and weapons. Her figure is lithe with a small waist, thin legs and no curves at all to outline her figure. Years of archery make her arms well muscled, even though her legs may lack in the department she is strong enough to hold it out.
Armor/Clothing: Asta usually wears her favorite charming sky blue embroidered dress, over a thin chest plate and shin guards. Some leather pants and a cotton shirt make her outfit in most of the blue days of her life, as well as an old pair of her mother's boot that she keeps close to her heart. Under her possesion are a pair of old leather gloves, which usually come in handy when using a sword and a bow and arrow.
Weapon(s): Her bow and arrows, which are carried in a small arrow case that are slung over her arm. The bow is made from an oak staff, and the arrows are poorly made. And a chopping style sword, the blade is straight and wide.
Powers/Abilities: Healing spell: This spell is only able to cure cuts and soothes sores and bruises, it can't save someone from death.
Growth spell: Usually used to grow plants but also use in medicine to regrow limbs, she has never actually used the spell on human before but it was part of her medical training.
Rain spell: Evokes a small drizzle of rain, usually used to help droughts and give animals a place to drink. Can't do much harm.
Lightning spell: A bolt of energy jolts and harms someone or something, takes plenty of energy and is still in practice. Asta uses this in total emergencies.
Skills: Expertise in archery and sword fighting, also has medical experience from being a nurse and knows about a variety of herbs. Blends with nature and can bond with animals easily though not so much with other sentient beings. Asta knows a little about self defense without a weapon, which include ways to get out of choke and a few attacks.
Personality: Asta is closer to nature than her own race, her nose is usually stuck in a book or her head is bouncing around the clouds. Naive and sweet, she tends to be hard-headed when it comes to accepting the evil surrounding her. She much rather protect herself in her own little perfect world which much to her distaste is just not reality, magic isn't such a powerful object to her anyway. Her quarrel with magic is because she is unable to learn really advance spells or even master the basic ones, so she prefers to ignore it and practice half heartedly. Patience is a virtue, and a virtue she has, the world could be as slow as a turtle for all she cares as long as it remains the same forever.
History: Asta was a single child, and was taugh archery and sword-fighting from an early age and later magic when she was around ten years old. First, her mother trained her in healing and she became her assistant. In her training she learned of many herbs and how to make poltuces and ointments as well as what plants are edible and which aren't .Her mother would have patients most of the time and Asta would be ther to help with small tasks until she was fourteen and she became a nurse herself. She then pursued other types of magic more related to nature with her father as the rain and lightning spell. Now she lives alone and is in a less regular and more relaxed self training.
"Let's just say that my back could be better," Em rubbed her aching back as she smiled. It had been strange to sleep on a bed of her own, she shared with her sister back home. The space was empty and cold, she had cried a little last night out of homesickness but she didn't let them see her strife." So do you feel okay enough to set out again?" Em felt like she was pushing it but he seemed alright and she felt uneasy staying at a place too long.
Hazel looked at the clock, she sure had enough time to go walking to the store and back, she looked at Zion "Wanna come," she asked as she stood by the door, she felt bad about leaving him alone. He would just go back into his shell.
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