Growing a tad bit flustered, Liz's ears grow red as she shakes her head from under her hood, before stuttering out "N-No! I... I can do it... Just... gimme a sec."
Liz takes a deep breath, heaving her chest and puffing it out slightly, as if to make herself feel stronger. Turning towards the booth, she opens her mouth, shivering slightly... And simply stands there, staring up at the man behind it. She made a few 'squeaking' sounds, as if she tried to force words out of her mouth, but her fear of making a fool out of herself prevented her from voicing herself. Turning away, she takes a few steps back and turns to Donovan, letting out the breath she took in a long, drawn out sigh. Her fear of making an idiot of herself seemed to have made that fear come true. Swallowing nervously, the girl peeks up through her hair and once more tries her best to talk to the intimidating but kind stranger.
"U-Um... Could you... h-help? Please?"
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• Name: Leora
• Gender: Female
• Age: 38
• Race: Hakedian Half Elf
• Appearance:
• Gear & Possessions: As a hearty warrior, Leora carries with her a large tower shield and longsword, along with a set of black plate armor, all made of steel. Along with this, she carries with her a simple disc-like medallion as a reminder of home.
• Skills & Abilities: Through rigorous training much of her life, Leora has honed her melee combat skills to that equivalent to a seasoned veteran. With her trusty shield, she is adept at blocking and punishing attacks, using her longsword to strike opponents down. As one would expect from someone who constantly wears plate armor, Leora's also got a large amount of stamina and agility without her armor on, being able to move at much faster speeds than she usual is able to due to the decreased weight on her body.
• Personality: A serious, focused individual, Leora may come off as unfriendly, or even scary to some. Her determination to get what she needs to get done, done, she often will avoid talking to strangers unless she believes they can offer her some help on a tast she's on, which are mostly oddjobs with the occasional mercenary work. Still, she takes much pride in everything she does, always willing to help those who need it. However, despite her serious and collected nature, she does also enjoy a good drink in the local tavern when not working, often drinking herself under the table during especially fun nights.
• History: Orphaned at a young age and adopted by a pair of simple human farmers, Leora never knew much about her heritage or even what Hakedia was. In fact, she was already 8 when her parents told her of what she was and where her parents' ancestors were most likely from. Of course, at such a young age, she wasn't very bothered by the news, and continued on in her life like usual, not minding her body's 'extra' features such as the dark bluish-gray skin or white tail behind her. During the turning point of her teens, her father decided to teach her in the arts of war, passing on his knowledge as a veteran to the young girl so she may defend herself in this hostile world. Being only 13, of course she accepted, and so began her training.
As she grew, so did her skills, eventually getting to the point where even her old father couldn't keep up, and finally lost to his own 'daughter'. At that point, she decided to become a mercenary, and help those in need of her skills. Taking with her a family heirloom, she set off on her path of adventuring, heading to Vekia city in search for quests and other such ways to make a name for herself, along with some coin in the process.
If anything's an issue in the application, I'll be glad to fix it!
• Gender: Female
• Age: 38
• Race: Hakedian Half Elf
• Appearance:
• Gear & Possessions: As a hearty warrior, Leora carries with her a large tower shield and longsword, along with a set of black plate armor, all made of steel. Along with this, she carries with her a simple disc-like medallion as a reminder of home.
• Skills & Abilities: Through rigorous training much of her life, Leora has honed her melee combat skills to that equivalent to a seasoned veteran. With her trusty shield, she is adept at blocking and punishing attacks, using her longsword to strike opponents down. As one would expect from someone who constantly wears plate armor, Leora's also got a large amount of stamina and agility without her armor on, being able to move at much faster speeds than she usual is able to due to the decreased weight on her body.
• Personality: A serious, focused individual, Leora may come off as unfriendly, or even scary to some. Her determination to get what she needs to get done, done, she often will avoid talking to strangers unless she believes they can offer her some help on a tast she's on, which are mostly oddjobs with the occasional mercenary work. Still, she takes much pride in everything she does, always willing to help those who need it. However, despite her serious and collected nature, she does also enjoy a good drink in the local tavern when not working, often drinking herself under the table during especially fun nights.
• History: Orphaned at a young age and adopted by a pair of simple human farmers, Leora never knew much about her heritage or even what Hakedia was. In fact, she was already 8 when her parents told her of what she was and where her parents' ancestors were most likely from. Of course, at such a young age, she wasn't very bothered by the news, and continued on in her life like usual, not minding her body's 'extra' features such as the dark bluish-gray skin or white tail behind her. During the turning point of her teens, her father decided to teach her in the arts of war, passing on his knowledge as a veteran to the young girl so she may defend herself in this hostile world. Being only 13, of course she accepted, and so began her training.
As she grew, so did her skills, eventually getting to the point where even her old father couldn't keep up, and finally lost to his own 'daughter'. At that point, she decided to become a mercenary, and help those in need of her skills. Taking with her a family heirloom, she set off on her path of adventuring, heading to Vekia city in search for quests and other such ways to make a name for herself, along with some coin in the process.
If anything's an issue in the application, I'll be glad to fix it!
Hey, sorry if I'm intruding, but by any chance, is this RP still open for character applications, or is it a bit too late? Thanks in advance!
Oh! Sorry, I haven't played Xillia yet so I didn't know there was a character named Millia. I'll change it right away.
Right. I just wanted to clarify that it was that Reisen and not the other one.
Name: Cyreth
Age: 25
Appearance:
Birthplace: Zenterr
Personality: Quiet and reserved, Millia is a very farouche adventurer. Constantly haunted by her memories of experimenation, as well as the abuse and discrimination she faces in the streets during her daily life, she's very untrusting and wary of humans and even somewhat of elves. However distrusting she may be, however, she also can be extremely loyal to those she deems as friends or those who at least show her kindness. She often goes out of her way to defend or stand up for those who've shown her kindness as well, acting as a sort of vigilante to an extent, trying her best not to fall to her hatred of the people who did terrible things to her.
Race: Dark Elf
Canon or OC: OC
Weapon: Sword and Shield
Thauma #1: Gnome
Thauma #2: Celsius
Base Artes/Spells: Rock Trine, Ice Wall
Bio: Millia was born as an average elf, in Zenterr, where she grew up alongside her kind and humans both, having a rather average childhood. That is, until she was kidnapped at age 12 by a group of mysterious men. Brought to a labratory in an unknown location in Boreas, she was subject to terrible, inhumane experiments involving infusing her, along with many other Elves, with dragon's blood. Or at least, attempted to.
Regardless, she eventually managed to escape... but not before being tainted by the experiments, permantently altering her appearance like a scar, permanently reminding her of what she was now. As she slowly made her way back to Zenterr over the years, she also managed to pick up skills, items and even some money on the way, becoming somewhat experienced in the use of weaponry, specifically a combination of sword and shield.
Of course, if anything needs to be changed, I'll gladly add or remove anything to make it more acceptable! I'm not terribly experienced with the Tales series, but I've played a few of them.
Age: 25
Appearance:
Birthplace: Zenterr
Personality: Quiet and reserved, Millia is a very farouche adventurer. Constantly haunted by her memories of experimenation, as well as the abuse and discrimination she faces in the streets during her daily life, she's very untrusting and wary of humans and even somewhat of elves. However distrusting she may be, however, she also can be extremely loyal to those she deems as friends or those who at least show her kindness. She often goes out of her way to defend or stand up for those who've shown her kindness as well, acting as a sort of vigilante to an extent, trying her best not to fall to her hatred of the people who did terrible things to her.
Race: Dark Elf
Canon or OC: OC
Weapon: Sword and Shield
Thauma #1: Gnome
Thauma #2: Celsius
Base Artes/Spells: Rock Trine, Ice Wall
Bio: Millia was born as an average elf, in Zenterr, where she grew up alongside her kind and humans both, having a rather average childhood. That is, until she was kidnapped at age 12 by a group of mysterious men. Brought to a labratory in an unknown location in Boreas, she was subject to terrible, inhumane experiments involving infusing her, along with many other Elves, with dragon's blood. Or at least, attempted to.
Regardless, she eventually managed to escape... but not before being tainted by the experiments, permantently altering her appearance like a scar, permanently reminding her of what she was now. As she slowly made her way back to Zenterr over the years, she also managed to pick up skills, items and even some money on the way, becoming somewhat experienced in the use of weaponry, specifically a combination of sword and shield.
Of course, if anything needs to be changed, I'll gladly add or remove anything to make it more acceptable! I'm not terribly experienced with the Tales series, but I've played a few of them.
Definitely interested. Might take Reisen Udongein Inaba if that's alright.
Hey sorry for not being able to post much, I've been busy with school and work. I'll try getting a post out tomorrow, though!
The girl stays silent as she's spoken to, trying desperately to find something to say back before things got awkward. Seeing how the guy was almost big enough to step on her didn't help her with her courage either. Staying turned away slightly, she glanced up at the gaming club booth before returning her gaze to Donovan's feet. With a deep breath, she forces the courage to speak to the surface of her being, and finally speaks audibly.
"... It's... fun. I use games to pass time a lot... I was going to join too, but..." Liz trails off, not wanting to embarrass herself further by saying that she was afraid to talk to the club representative.
"... It's... fun. I use games to pass time a lot... I was going to join too, but..." Liz trails off, not wanting to embarrass herself further by saying that she was afraid to talk to the club representative.
Her focus directed at her own thoughts and insecurities about the club, Liz didn't even notice the stranger walk up next to her, and was rather startled at the sudden voice. Cautiously turning and peering up through her messy hair, partly revealing her scars unwittingly, her eyes widen in surprise at the man's size. He had to be at least a whole foot taller than her, and twice her weight! He was huge compared to her, causing her to feel a tad bit intimidated. Taking a nervous gulp, however, she was able to squeak out a few words, hard as it may be.
".... U-Um... The... The video game club..." She mumbled, barely audible even to her. Of course, she didn't realize how quiet she was, and quickly turns away slightly in hopes to hide her scars before he noticed, hopefully.
".... U-Um... The... The video game club..." She mumbled, barely audible even to her. Of course, she didn't realize how quiet she was, and quickly turns away slightly in hopes to hide her scars before he noticed, hopefully.
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