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Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

Sweet. Moved my CS into the char tab. We can explore the plains to see if there are other things out there yes? Or is it just plains everywhere? Or will the fog just kill us at a certain distance from the wall?

Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

Evfimiia

Name: Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race: Arachne, jumping spider subset

Appearance:

appearance

Her spider half is that of a jumping spider with white coloring, and yellow dots on the back half. Her hair conceals her other sets of eyes higher up on her forehead. Height wise, she reaches up to about 5'2"(157cm) with a leg span of almost twice that fully stretched out.

Personality: Aloof and silent, both traits nurtured by her profession, though that did not mean she was unfriendly, just averse to much talking. After all, she lived in a library, where a wealth of knowledge could be found. Why speak when you can read and gain more knowledge? Most of her expressions and traits seemed muted, toned down leading to the impression of a demure librarian doing her duty, and image belied by her secret affinity for the more... raunchier of writings. She's helpful when she needs to, mindful of what people need, but if asked about her hobby, she will deny it vehemently.

Biography: The library was all she had ever known. The Great Arachne Library of Eros, that's what they called it. A library containing great knowledge, with some books in languages so old only the greatest of wizards ever asked for them. She was not the only one there of course, for it contained a whole lot of her brethren, hence the Arachne in the title. Books were exchanged, some were gained, a few were lost, but always the library remained the same to her. It was not unpleasant, for Evfimiia's liked the predictable pace of it all. Wizards and adventurers came in from time to time, bearing news of war outside the isolated mountain they were in. Some books were lost in those wars as well. Hence, there was no reason why she would go out wandering again, not when most people balked at her looks alone.

But, that very same predictable pace made her extremely curious when one day she had this feeling that made all her hair bristle. That strange feeling whenever she looked towards an aisle, one that had been there ever since she could remember. A normal aisle full of books on either side, yet suddenly so alien. Curiosity took over her and she stepped towards it, trying to shake off that feeling.

The feeling that she should flee immediately.

Class: Great Moving Library. The mark on her hand is a simple < rune.

Gift: Evfimiia's gift was the ability to record and document anything she could observe and perceive onto a book, or if she doesn't have any empty one, a scroll will manifest with the information recorded. This will not give circumstantial information like their past experiences for sentients, or their thoughts, but simply a record of what they are and their properties. This also gives her the ability to manipulate information(ie the letters and words) on a book or scroll. A very important ability so one book does not get cluttered up with various information with no apparent groupings, giving her the ability to classify them into different books should she wish to.

Natural Powers: Being a jumping spider, she naturally has the ability to jump really really good, from about 10 to 50 times her own body height, depending on the conditions of that jump. Fast in general, especially over level ground. Being a spider also gives her the ability to generate threads of silk she can hang on to like a rope. Hard chitinous exoskeleton covers her lower half, acting as a sort of natural armor. Does have venom in her fangs, though it is not extremely poisonous, it does cause some pain, though smaller creatures may find it deadlier to them.

Talents: Speedreading, great memory, well educated, able to write fast and precisely with good handwriting without blotting the ink with the quill, great manual dexterity with her hands, actually cooking, washing, and maintaining a book. To a lesser extent, hunting since that was something ingrained into her instincts, though she might balk at having to bite dirty unwashed animals.

Weaknesses: She can stand heat, but she's more susceptible to cold than most creatures. While her bottom half was tough, her upper more human part was still fleshy and easy to hack. While she can produce silk, being a jumping spider means she wasn't actually proficient at weaving anything with them. Has absolutely no real combat skill, preferring to flee instead of fight if she can. Has this curious impulse to stand on anything tall and flat at the top.

Other:

Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

Evfimiia

Name: Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race: Arachne, jumping spider subset

Appearance:

appearance

Her spider half is that of a jumping spider with white coloring, and yellow dots on the back half. Her hair conceals her other sets of eyes higher up on her forehead. Height wise, she reaches up to about 5'2"(157cm) with a leg span of almost twice that fully stretched out.

Personality: Aloof and silent, both traits nurtured by her profession, though that did not mean she was unfriendly, just averse to much talking. After all, she lived in a library, where a wealth of knowledge could be found. Why speak when you can read and gain more knowledge? Most of her expressions and traits seemed muted, toned down leading to the impression of a demure librarian doing her duty, and image belied by her secret affinity for the more... raunchier of writings. She's helpful when she needs to, mindful of what people need, but if asked about her hobby, she will deny it vehemently.

Biography: The library was all she had ever known. The Great Arachne Library of Eros, that's what they called it. A library containing great knowledge, with some books in languages so old only the greatest of wizards ever asked for them. She was not the only one there of course, for it contained a whole lot of her brethren, hence the Arachne in the title. Books were exchanged, some were gained, a few were lost, but always the library remained the same to her. It was not unpleasant, for Evfimiia's liked the predictable pace of it all. Wizards and adventurers came in from time to time, bearing news of war outside the isolated mountain they were in. Some books were lost in those wars as well. Hence, there was no reason why she would go out wandering again, not when most people balked at her looks alone.

But, that very same predictable pace made her extremely curious when one day she had this feeling that made all her hair bristle. That strange feeling whenever she looked towards an aisle, one that had been there ever since she could remember. A normal aisle full of books on either side, yet suddenly so alien. Curiosity took over her and she stepped towards it, trying to shake off that feeling.

The feeling that she should flee immediately.

Class: Great Moving Library. The mark on her hand is a simple < rune.

Gift: Evfimiia's gift was the ability to record and document anything she could observe and perceive onto a book, or if she doesn't have any empty one, a scroll will manifest with the information recorded. This will not give circumstantial information like their past experiences for sentients, or their thoughts, but simply a record of what they are and their properties. This also gives her the ability to manipulate information(ie the letters and words) on a book or scroll. A very important ability so one book does not get cluttered up with various information with no apparent groupings, giving her the ability to classify them into different books should she wish to.

Natural Powers: Being a jumping spider, she naturally has the ability to jump really really good, from about 10 to 50 times her own body height, depending on the conditions of that jump. Fast in general, especially over level ground. Being a spider also gives her the ability to generate threads of silk she can hang on to like a rope. Hard chitinous exoskeleton covers her lower half, acting as a sort of natural armor. Does have venom in her fangs, though it is not extremely poisonous, it does cause some pain, though smaller creatures may find it deadlier to them.

Talents: Speedreading, great memory, well educated, able to write fast and precisely with good handwriting without blotting the ink with the quill, great manual dexterity with her hands, actually cooking, washing, and maintaining a book. To a lesser extent, hunting since that was something ingrained into her instincts, though she might balk at having to bite dirty unwashed animals.

Weaknesses: She can stand heat, but she's more susceptible to cold than most creatures. While her bottom half was tough, her upper more human part was still fleshy and easy to hack. While she can produce silk, being a jumping spider means she wasn't actually proficient at weaving anything with them. Has absolutely no real combat skill, preferring to flee instead of fight if she can. Has this curious impulse to stand on anything tall and flat at the top.

Other:

Knights of Evil (High Casual Fantasy Villain Group.)

Hmm, i think ill wait for the IC update before i post again. Or if someone needs me for something.

Knights of Evil (High Casual Fantasy Villain Group.)

@RedDusku wot m8. 1v1 me rust ill smack ur gob

But yeah, if anyone wants stuff from Camilla, feel free to ask me about it.

Knights of Evil (High Casual Fantasy Villain Group.)

@Zelosse Rip off your armor and flex your muscles in front of goat man while staring him in the eye intensely.

Knights of Evil (High Casual Fantasy Villain Group.)

try that big goatman. im sure he'd be happy to oblige

Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

Eh, why not.

Knights of Evil (High Casual Fantasy Villain Group.)

@Zelosse Dont worry. At least I can fix your char up no problem if you get hurt or lose a limb somewhere. Maybe even a tune up if he wants.

Knights of Evil (High Casual Fantasy Villain Group.)

Camilla

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A young girl walked through the path in the forest, eyes wide with fright, looking as if she was to collapse after each trembling step she took.

But the blonde haired girl marched on regardless, reaching the manor, and crossing over the drawbridge, all the while visibly stifling the urge to break down and cry. The room she entered looked magnificent to her, with a feast beyond her imagination laid out upon the table. But so too was the people inside the room; there was a suit of armor that gave her a strange feeling, one pale woman with a sort of ethereal beauty to her, and another, beautiful in another way, wearing a fine robe of silver. Every inch of her body, every bit of her heart, every fiber of her being screamed of danger, screamed that she did not belong here, but still she moved, walking directly towards one of the chairs.

Just before she reached the chair, a pale hand emerged from her chest, splitting open her flesh and dress, though no blood came out. With a horrified look upon her face, she crumpled to the ground in a limp mess, as Camilla stepped out and smoothed down her clothes.

"That was an interesting ride." She grinned widely before gathering up the puddle of a village girl into a ball. A head balanced on a ball of flesh to be more accurate. "To stumble upon such a specimen in the woods. Such luck."

Plopping the horrified girl's head onto the table, Camilla sidled up towards the pale woman. "Good evening."

It was not a move made on a whim, but a move made through an interest in the pale woman. Instinct told her the pale woman wasn't normal. To be as pale as death, there was the possibility that she a vampire. Or she could just be a really pale woman. But Camilla preferred to believe she was a vampire. Who knows what she could do if she could actually decode a vampire's flesh? Perhaps her research would advance by leaps and bounds, perhaps it won't. Perhaps Camilla could even turn into a vampire herself, or even negate their weakness altogether. Whatever happens, the vampire was unknown, and that excites her. All she needed was a small glob of flesh to examine, though examining the vampire herself would be most appreciated as well.

Or she'd end up examining a normal woman, but examining a variety of flesh from different people was alright too.

Mustering all her diplomatic skills, Camilla spoke clearly.

"Please let me stick my hand in you."

Perhaps not the right words Camilla was looking for.

"Hmm. Examine. Yes. Please let me examine you."