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Avalia

Hey sorry it's been a few since my last post, will get something up tomorrow night just been super busy.

The First Magical Incursion

Hey sorry for not posting for a while but I'm gonna drop out, best of luck.

Avalia

Time: After midnight
Location:Forest near Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: @Shard, @13org

Cade thought about Ayita’s lack of repayment, he hadn’t expected payment for his help, the thought of a noble adventure was more than enough for him and it wasn’t like he really needed anything. He did however understand being a creature of pride; to take without an exchange would feel dishonorable to him and to owe a strange would mean to live in debt without knowing what could one day be asked of you. As he briefly contemplated what he could ask for that she would be able to give he heard the orc complain. His opinion of the creature was set, this was not a being of honor; Korvash seemed more than willing to let this stranger to their lands suffer whatever fate Aklenroth would impose. Inori, on the other hand, was calm as he answered Ayita’s questions. A shiver of terror traveled through Cade’s spine, down through his tail which twitched in agitation each time Inori spoke the Aklenroth’s name aloud. This was something even Cade was not brave or foolish enough to do. He feared the king and his unnatural magic over the dead, and a part of him even feared that speaking his very name was enough to summon the King’s wrath upon them. His dilated eyes scanned the surroundings just to be sure that hadn’t happened. He saw no sign of the undead, and caught no scent of unnatural rot in the air and relaxed slightly. Unlike his orc companion Inori seemed to have some honor and had agreed to help as well, which in turn made the little blue guy seem more trustworthy to Cade than he first thought. He shot a look of pure disdain at the orc the second the word kitty left the creature’s mouth.

“Call me kitty one more time and I’ll claw your tongue from your mouth.” He threatened, his words a quiet growl. While Cade felt Inori was deserving of his respect, the orc had earned none of this and he would not allow such an insult to go unchallenged. Normally he wouldn’t wish to show his more animalistic nature in the presence of a guest but this woman did not appear to be as delicate as the fairy women did. He sensed a spirit more his equal, based on her posture and demeanor, someone who had a warrior’s spirit. As Inori had finished speaking, and before the orc had chance to respond, he turned his attention back to Ayita and the puzzle of what to ask in exchange for his help.

“I have heard that the Lich King fears humans, for they have power even he does not, although I don’t know exactly how your kind pose a threat to him. A simple adventure, and the opportunity to help one who strikes fear into being of pure evil is more than enough for me but I can understand not wanting an unpaid debt. My price for assistance is for something no one of my world could give; a story from your world, as I have never heard a tale from another world.” Cade said, making his request. Something he knew that the human could give but also something unique and of great worth. Cade loved stories and hear one from another world entirely and one no one else here had heard before was worth more than shiny trinkets.

Avalia

Time: After midnight
Location:Forest near Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: @Shard, @13org

Cade studied the creature that jumped down from the trees, briefly he mistook her for an elf, as she looked most like one with the exception of rounded ears. He had never known of an elf to not have their large pointed ears and she certainly did not smell like an elf. The feathers in her hair caused him to briefly consider the possibility of an avian demihuman but she lacked wings or feathers elsewhere so he decided those most be decorative. She was clearly not fairy and demon seemed unlikely as well and Cade wasn’t exactly sure what the strange creature could be, until Inori spoke. He ended your kind, the demon's words triggered a realization for him. Stories his brother, Shadow, had told him when they would hunt, of a race so powerful that even Aklenroth feared him. For a brief second Cade was afraid, any creature that could evoke fear in the Lich King himself was surly dangerous. But Shadow’s stories of the humans were not frightening, but rather hopeful, of creatures who had centuries ago defied the lich. Was this human here to help them? He listened to Inori and gathered from the demon that someone had brought humans to their world. Everything started to make sense; the strange earth tremors, the powerful magic, and the usual scent and feeling in the air. This was a creature ripped away from another world, an experience he could only imagine was beyond frightening and disjointing.

Inori’s reaction to the human was not one Cade would expect of a creature totally loyal to Aklenroth and the orc seemed to be somewhat confused as it stayed silent. Avalia was a dangerous place for a human, the lich slaughtered them all once before and would likely do the same again. He decided he must help protect the human, whatever her quest here may be, as her very presence in their world was a defiance against Aklenroth. This is what Shadow would have done, and so, it was what he would now do. He bowed to the being who introduced herself as Ayita Ani’-Wa’Ya. “Pleasure to meet you, Ayita Ani’Wa’Ya. I am Cadence of a Thunderstorm. Most simply call me Cade, and you are indeed in Avalia but this is a dangerous place. There are many here who would not welcome your arrival.” He said choosing his words, wanting to warn her but not wanting to go straight to talking about an evil Lich King and his undead minions. “I am a well versed traveler, and I can offer some protection to help you.” He offered, although he wasn’t sure how much help he’d be if Aklenroth sent the entirety of his forces to find the human.

Avalia

Time: After midnight
Location:Forest near Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: @Shard, @13org

Cade wasn’t sure what the small wanderer, who called himself Inori, meant when he called his title lofty. His parents had given him and his brother traditional catfolk names, it would be rather ridiculous to see a cat with an elf or orc like name after all. “Well a cat requires a dignified name, something to ensure he will carry his tail high and make his ancestors proud.” Names were important to his kind; having a name worth remembering was a starting step towards being worthy of remembrance. The orc’s name, Korvash, sounded like most orc names, a noise easily grunted out by other savage brutes, lacking in flair. Inori however, clearly had flair; glowing a bright blue and perched against a floating spear. Although Cade’s general opinion of magic was that it was tricks used by those unskilled enough for true battle, magic was also, sometimes, fun to look at.

Since Inori clearly had the use of magic and was not shy about it, Cade decided to ask him about earth tremors felt that night. But before he had chance to speak again a branch creaked from above, its leaves rustled and he caught wind of the strange scent. Excitement rushed through him causing his tail to flick back and forth as the scanned the trees above. He had found the new thing, and although he wanted to scurry up a tree and investigate further, he did not want to turn his back on an orc, or on Inori friend of the orc. He could see some movement up above but the foliage was thick enough to obstruct his view of the being he had not smelled before. “Greetings, fellow traveler, we mean no harm.” Cade called up to the trees. He hoped he had not lied but so far Inori and Korvash seemed to be friendly enough.

Avalia

Time: After midnight
Location:Forest near Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions:@Shard

Cade had been more so distracted by the strange scent that he hadn’t noticed the fowl odor in woods, dank and familiar. Cade’s mouth opened slightly in disgust at smell of an orc. A gruff voice shouted for him to get out as he approached further. His eyes focused in on a large brutish figure and then another smaller creature he did not immediately recognize. They were easy to spot as the smaller one glowed a brilliant blue and looked like some sort of adorable imp. He scanned around for other orcs but saw none, which was strange as he knew the beasts to travel in hordes. Also, strange that this orc had not eaten the smaller creature, and that he did not appear to be the orcs captive either, as both men were conversing with one another. The orc asked his name while the smaller fella offered him jerky. He figured the smaller man to be magical, due to the glowing, and wondered if he had done something to cause the earth to tremble as it had earlier.

“I am Cadence of a Thunderstorm, last of The High Wilds clan of Lora.” He announced proudly, before he paused and thought about the jerky. Had he not already feasted with fairies earlier that night the offer might be more tempting but the thought of sharing a meal with an orc was discomfiting. “I do not eat with, creatures I do not trust.” He said eyeing the orc waiting for signs of aggression. Tales the elders had told him of orcs skinning cats for their pelts flashed back to him, and while the smaller creature was intriguing, the company he kept made Cade apprehensive of him as well. “Most simply call me Cade. And you are?” He asked.

He wondered about asking them of the unusual earth tremors from earlier, of the strange new scent in the forest here, and of the powerful magics that had sent a strange charge in the air. He held his other questions back as trusting orcs would never be in his nature. Cade, also, wanted to be the first to figure out what was going on tonight, to be the first to find the source of this magic and to claim the bragging rights of having solved a mystery. Having to share credit, with an orc of all things, would certainly make the ordeal less impressive.

Avalia

Time: After midnight
Location:Forest near Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions:none, yet

In a small settlement on the southern edge of the River Fairy’s territory a hearty fire burned bright. A drunken Cade danced, poorly, and without inhibition as rather talented fairy sang and strummed a lute. His movements, while graceful when hunting, were enough to make several of the fae company giggle. This did not bother him now; for he had shed blood with some of them, and shared a feast with all of them. Earlier that day he had helped a group of fae warriors in a battle against a river troll who had been encroaching on their land. As a reward for his help they had invited him to feast and, after several bowls of a fine fish stew and many glasses of ale, they celebrate long into the night. Cade found the majority of fairies delightfully full of life and if anyone knew how to celebrate victor and another day of breath; it was the fae folk. So, for tonight, in the presence of those he now considered friends, his pride relaxed and he delighted in being a source of laughter.

”Is my dance amusing?” He teased as he awkwardly twirled a nearby giggling female fairy. ”True we catfolk lack the grace and skill for the arts your people possess but in battle no one out maneuvers a cat!” He boasted before leaping over the small fire and landing with a showy flourish. He bowed as several fae clapped in approval.

Then, suddenly, the festivities halted as something in the air changed, and even a being unburdened with magic like himself could feel it. The ground shook with a force unlike anything he had ever felt knocking him too all fours and causing all the fur on his tail to stand on end. His claws dug into the soft earth as he held back a hiss deep in his throat. Something strange and powerful had changed in their world and it had even silenced every fairy around him. He rose back to his hind legs as the earth stilled once more.

“Powerful magic.” One of other warriors whispered. Many more nodded in solemn agreement. An unspoken acknowledgment that the celebration had ended drove him to gather his cloak and halberd from the ground where they had been lain.

“I thank you for your fine hospitality but adventure calls me now. Until we meet again, friends, may life shine favors upon you.” He said bowing to his hosts. His curiosity needed to know what had change in this world. Something drew him in the direction of Sun Elf territory and so that was the direction he went, the effects of the ale easily leaving his body as he ran swiftly on all fours with his halberd strapped across his back. His path was easily illuminated by the light of the twin moons and, as a cat, he had little trouble seeing at night. Cade ran until he was nearly exhausted, then he traveled briskly and with purpose upright. He felt a sense of urgency deep in his gut that whatever was going on he needed to be at the heart of it. A shift in the wind deep within the forest caught his attention, a scent unlike those he recognized, strange and foreign. He followed the scent as it strengthened and permeated through the air.

”Hello?” He called out every now and again, somewhat cautious but not reaching for his weapon, a cats true weapon were the claws it was born with after all. The halberd, although a useful tool, was just an added bonus in less than evenly matched fight. Although he couldn’t tell whether the source of the strange scent was a friend or foe his first instinct was approach as a friend, his size and race could easily intimidate the smaller and more peaceful beings of his world and being so far from Daka and Aklenroth’s lands he found that the more common threats of this area where ones he felt he could handle.

Avalia

Cade

Cadence of a Thunderstorm(Cade)⋆ 23 ⋆ Male ⋆ Demihuman

Appearance

Height:

6’4

Weight:

190lbs

Coat Color:

Like that of a leopard; shades of golds and yellows that fade to a white chest and abdomen with black spots throughout and black trimmed ears and eyes.

Eye Color:

Greenish yellow

Brief Clothes Description:

Cade’s clothes are very basic; black boots, black or tan pants tied at the waist, a black waist length cloak with a hood, a shirt of neutral color if at all, gray strips of fabric used similar to fighter’s tape wrapped around his hands. He carries with him a halberd like the one in the first picture.

Image of Usual Attire

Brave ⋆ Curious ⋆ Proud ⋆ Tenacious

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Adventure
⋆ Eating
⋆ Ale
⋆ New people
⋆ Hunting/Fishing
⋆ Outdoors
⋆ Music and own his awful dancing

Dislikes:

⋆ The Cold
⋆ Boredom
⋆ Magic, doesn’t trust it
⋆ Aklenroth, seriously what a dick
⋆ Cruelty, seriously don’t be a dick
⋆ Orcs, they’re rude and they smell bad
⋆ Being inside for too long

Fears:

⋆ Weakness/Failure
⋆ Water, Cade cannot swim and does not particularly care to get wet either
⋆ Aklenroth, I mean necromancy’s a pretty terrifying concept

Sexuality:

Hetero

Personality:

Although Cade’s appearance gives the impression of a brute those who get to know him find to be warm and jovial. He is an extrovert who loves to meet new people and having grown up around mostly other Demihumans is always excited to meet someone unlike anyone he has met before. Cade is working hard on his propensity towards selfishness, trying hard to work towards a greater good especially when it comes to doing things he doesn’t immediately want to. He does however have a very generous nature, always willing to give to others and share what he has and when it comes to battle and protecting those around him, he has very strong protective instincts. Having nothing to live for but the hope of leaving the world better than it is, and would risk his life for the good of others. All he has right now are his name and his honor and if he can inspire others to do better the way his brother inspired him then that is a significant amount of good.

While it does take a bit of work to set of Cade’s temper, he does certainly have one, and he is not someone you’d want to cross. He has a strong love of life and hedonistic pleasures, more than willing to indulge in good food, drink, women, and outdoor adventures whenever possible. If life can be cut short at any moment then enjoy every moment for as long as you can. He works hard at the things he cares about, like hunting and fishing as it is enjoyable, and at staying strong and combat training as it is important to keep living and fighting for what’s right. It is important to Cade to be brave, to fight against his fears and will do things in order to not appear cowardly. When acting on his own he will follow his first instinct and react quickly, he’s never been the sort to spend a lot of time thinking things through.

Cade relies on his physicality rather than wit; he is moderately street smart but had no formal education. Things like planning and strategy are incredibly boring to him and is firmly a man of action. Most of his charm come from his good nature and warm personality, he is honest and manipulation is not something that occurs to him. While he does have a sense of humor and an annoying appreciation of puns, he does occasionally take himself too seriously. Cade has, in abundance, what many would call feline pride, although when his pride is hurt, he is more likely to sulk for a bit than to lose his temper over it. While normally very energetic he does also love a good nap in the sun.

Idyllic ⋆ Tragic⋆ Adventurous

Background

Occupation

Traveling Mercenary, but more than willing to work other odd jobs as well.

Living Immediate Family Members:

None

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Smoke on the Water (Smoke)-Father
Kiss from a Rose (Rose)-Mother
Shadow on the Wind (Shadow)-Brother

Current Companions:

none

Current and Past Lover(s):

No one particularly noteworthy

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Cade prefers to keep with a group, being around others reminds him that there are still people left to fight for. Currently he has left his home and is traveling around.

History:

Cade was born the second son to two proud feline Demihumans who lived just outside the city of Lora in the surrounding forest, and his clan held a long tradition of raising brave warriors, noble guards, and ferocious mercenaries. His father Smoke on the Water, was a mercenary who traveled through the land taking jobs that allowed him to protect those who needed it. His mother Kiss from a Rose, ran a tavern just inside Lora and as skilled huntress she caught every piece of meat severed in her restaurant which added to the very forest to table feel of the place. Cade had a pretty idyllic childhood; his parents kept him sheltered from the evils of the world, he spent his time playing outside exploring nature, and his favorite were his hunting trips with his older brother, Shadow in the Wind. Shadow had about seven years on Cade, so while he was still learning to hunt his brother was in training to become a city guard for Lora. Cade looked up to his brother like a hero, protecting the city, mainlining peace and order and was more than comfortable with living in his shadow. Cade was not ambitious, he never thought of himself as brave or the type who would charge into battle to defend others. Cade wanted run around in the forests, catching fish or deer, and eventually travel the land. With his brother Shadow making his parents proud none of the pressure ever fell on him and he was free to just have fun.

During his late teen years, he often overheard bits of his father and Shadow arguing, what he could piece together was that his brother was involved in something dangerous and against the king. Cade wasn’t sure what it could be as he had never known his brother to be anything but noble and good but he could tell that whatever it was had his father worried. His hunting trips with his brother became more puzzling as well; vague talk of injustice going on in the world, how one day someone would need to stand up for the people, and dangerous magic. Cade couldn’t grasp why these would be things from them to worry about, his people never bothered with magic and the rest was for the King and his court to worry about after all. Cade couldn’t understand why they should just be happy on there own lands.

Things changed for him when Dark Elves arrived to investigate rumors of planned uprisings. For the first time he truly felt oppression at his own door. His mother’s restaurant was burned down after being accused of being a meeting place for insurrectionists. A week later his brother was captured and accused of treason, his brother, along with the others who had been rounded up were executed. The death of his brother destroyed his family; his father was gone for work more and more, taking the most dangerous work he could find until one day they stopped hearing from him all together while his mother, spent the next three years slowly drinking herself to death. Cade also changed that day, barely eighteen and no longer young and carefree, he was at a loss for what to do with the rest of his life. Unable to stay home and witness the self-destruction of his parents he traveled and witnessed the pain of the world his brother had spoken of first hand. Within him a new dream arose; to continue the good his brother tried to do and be the same force of good in the world that Shadow had been. He spent the past few years joining various mercenary groups fighting mainly against Orcs to improve his skill and has begun to make a small name for himself as warrior. With his success it becomes difficult to fall back into his old ways of thinking only of himself and to keep a larger picture in mind.

⋆ Strength: Strength ⋆ Weakness: Strategy

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆ His claws and teeth
⋆ Cat-like reflexes
⋆ Strength

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ No defenses against magic
⋆ Endurance, although quick burst of speed fine, he burns out quick
⋆ Strategy and planning, or as he calls it boring stuff

Species of Demi-Human

Feline: Leopard

Best Ability from Beast Side:

His natural hunting abilities which are useful in battle as well

Bowyn Elmwood

Bowyn Elmwood ⋆ 27 ⋆ Male ⋆ Winter Fairy

Appearance
Height:

5’8

Weight:

125lbs

Hair Color:

Shades of silver and pale blue

Eye Color:

Light blue with a silver snowflake pattern in the iris

Skin Tone:

Fair

Brief Clothes Description:

Bowyn sprouts a pair of dark blue horns from his temples a couple of inches long, his wings are insect like and look almost like stained glass with darker shades of blue nearest his body gradually growing lighter until the almost white at the edges, with black, exoskeleton like, structures separating shades of color. He normally wears long and dark blue fur trimmed hooded coat, handmade, that has seen better days and has been frequently mended in places by Bowyn’s less than skilled hands. A dark gray shirt underneath, dark trousers, and dark brown leather boots. He nears a silver ring on his finger and an usually feminine silver locket underneath his shirt with a picture of him and a lover long gone. He also carries a bow and quiver of arrows, a small knife in his boot, and a dagger at his side.

Self-Serving ⋆ Cold ⋆ Resilient ⋆ Willful

Psychology

Likes:

⋆The cold, winter, and ice
⋆Theft
⋆Shiny things
⋆Ice sculpting
⋆Hunting
⋆Sweets
⋆Mead

Dislikes:

⋆Hot climates
⋆Dark Elves
⋆Dragons
⋆Violence
⋆Forest fairies and their sunny dispositions
⋆Bright lights/Overpowering sunshine
⋆Undead

Fears:

⋆Fire’s that are not contained/Burning to death
⋆Death
⋆Loss of freedom
⋆Dragons

Sexuality:

Faithful to a dead woman

Personality:

Bowyn likes to think of himself as “not really a people person,” leaning more towards an introverted and loner nature but mostly due to his extreme distrust of others. He expects the worst from people and once they fail him, he doesn’t offer second chances, preferring to write them off as not worth his time. His closest friend is a merlin named Boreas and while it is an extremely lonely existence, he has decided it’s safer that way. Bowyn looks out for himself, just as he has for most of his life, and only keeps others around him if they are useful in some way. A life of having to depend on himself has taught him that no one else will look out for his interest so that is his top priority. Although he rarely goes out of his way to be intentionally cruel without cause, he lacks a filter, saying whatever’s on his mind to the point of brutal honesty and doesn’t ever go for a tactful approach. He will do whatever he has to do for survival, if that means leaving another in danger then he will. Attachments are dangerous, other people will get you killed, and Bowyn plans to die of old age rather than another's carelessness. A younger Bowyn was much kinder, more willing to sacrifice, and as he now sees it, much weaker. He is still capable of kindness, if he has something to spare, giving to one less fortunate is acceptable to him, but no longer would help another to the detriment of himself.

To Bowyn bravery is not a virtue, but rather more easily equated to foolishness. If that makes him a coward so be it, he would rather be cowardly than dead. He tends to be level headed, thinking things through before he acts and very rarely resorting to violence these days. He tends to be mostly bark and very little bite when it comes to his temper, while his words can be cold and cruel he has little taste for violence, preferring to walk away from confrontation, there is very little he’d risk life or injury, and fighting over a disagreement is something he’d see as not worth his time or effort. Bowyn is patient, willing to wait for what he wants, and for the most part seems calm to the point of being apathetic to most things. Bowyn is a survivor, if after all he’s lost, he stops surviving, then everything he lost was for nothing, and he can’t let it be for nothing. So, he keeps going, he digs down deep and does whatever is necessary to keep going. Bowyn has put such an emphasis on his survival, and on blurring the pain of his past, that he has grown too numb to thrive. He cuts himself off from attachments with others out of fear; either of possible betrayal or of experiencing more loss.

There are many of his kind who would think Bowyn a bit insane; spending his time talking to a bird and stealing shiny trinkets just to look at them. His own grief and unwillingness to ever truly deal with it, has certainly affected his mental state; he hates himself for having let another die in his place, he lives so that their sacrifice isn’t in vain, but he gets no joy from life. His melancholy aura has tainted his once charismatic nature, others find him draining to be around which suits his self-induced exile anyway. His humor is often bleak and sarcastic, though the only one he currently shares his dark humor with is a bird who somehow manages to put up with him. Although not classically educated, Bowyn is no simpleton, he excels at problem solving and critical thinking, especially when his survival is dependent on it.

Background

Difficult ⋆ Painful ⋆ Isolated

Occupation

Thief

Living Immediate Family Members:

None

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Toth-a surrogate brother

Current Companions:

Boreas, a merlin

Boreas

Boreas is a small but fierce merlin, exceptionally loyal and much more practical than his fae friend. They share brutal honesty in common, as well as strong survival skills, but Boreas is more prone to friendliness and playfulness. He takes great joy in the small things; a successful hunt and full belly, a good nights rest, and his greatest joy, flight.

Current and Past Lover(s):

Aeryn Snowflower(Deceased)

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Loner

History:

Bowyn was found as an infant; cold, hungry, and alone, left in at the large elm doors of the village orphanage. Like the other orphaned children his surname was Elmwood, signifying his beginnings as a orphaned child, a status that followed him well into adulthood. Here was where he grew up alongside the other fae children who had been either abandoned or whose families had died. Although most winter fae were poor, Bowyn and the other orphans got by on scraps and donations from the already impoverished village. Winter fairies already had so little to begin with; a frozen territory that made most farming difficult, and so close to Daka, and the dark elves, they were constantly under the thumb of the Lich. Dark elves frequently stole winter fairies from their lands, rumored to be used in experiments by the king, and over the years his people learned that fighting back got you nowhere good. Being so close to Daka also meant that they were ruled much harsher than the kingdoms further away, any signs of insurrection were viciously stomped out, and growing up here meant knowing that your life was subject to the whims of the King. The dragons frequently strayed from the island to hunt on their lands going after the reindeer that many winter fae relied on for food or thinning out the herds that the luckily few relied on for livelihood. Although their magic was fairly powerful the winter court was kept in such a state of poverty that all their energy was focused on survival rather than their subjugation. Raising one’s status was nearly impossible here, and the social classes almost never intermingled.

A young Bowyn grew so accustomed to hunger that eventually, like it did for most of his kin, it became a dull ach so that he was only minorly aware of the sensation. He learned to steal from an early age as a means of survival, starting with food, and quickly found that he was good at it. He would share what he had with the other orphaned children, as they had all become like family to one another. When he was ten one of the older boys, Toth, began taking him hunting with him. They started with smaller game at first but as they got older, they moved on to bigger things such as reindeer and even boar. Every now and again they would trade furs, hides, and bones from their kills at Domoros, the nearby wealthy Demi-Human city. Bowyn was jealous of all the prosperity he saw in Domoros, he gladly helped himself to whatever he could fit into his pockets while he was there, and frequently brought back stolen sweets to the younger children. He was fourteen when his friend Toth died, gored by a boar during a hunt, and Bowyn took up the mantle of looking out for the weaker and younger children of the orphanage.

After Toth’s death He decided he would not let himself be weak, although scarcity of food was a huge limit to what he could do, he trained himself from a thin boy into lean muscled wiry young man. He also focused on training with his cryokinesis, neglecting most of zooliguisim and healing in favor of more offensive magic. He kept training, hunting, and stealing, finetuning his skills and making sure he was strong enough to help those around him who needed it. At sixteen he left the orphanage and began working in tavern assisting the cook. He also began creating large ice sculptures out front, drawing in crowds to the tavern, and Bowyn found he had an artistic gift for it. Few winter fae had time to waste on arts, but since it brought in business, his employer encouraged him to continue with his passion. He made just enough money to rent himself a small room and continued to bring food to the orphanage after his hunts or sweets on his way back from trading. Now and then he would even be commissioned to create ice sculptures for the more noble born winter fae and other nobles nearby for their parties. It was through these commissioned works that Bowyn met her.

She had hair like white gold, long and shimmery, and eyes like emeralds bright enough to lite up his entire world. He quickly learned that her name was Aeryn, and she was firey and hopeful, unlike anyone else he’d ever known. Over the course of a few days Bowyn feel fast and hard. He was creating several large reindeer sculptures for the wealthy Snowflower family, as they owned the largest herd, and their daughter, Aeyrn, loved to watch him work. The two grew incredibly close, even after his work was finished, and for once he was truly happy with his lot in life. It wasn’t simple, he was a poor orphan and her family was one of the few that did well in the winter court. He couldn’t afford nice gifts but he would steal small shiny trinkets from Domoros, and while Aeryn would scold him for stealing her eyes always gave away how much she loved them, and she always kept his gifts. Her family never thought him good enough, he parents and her older brother Rhyden never saw him as a worthy suitor. It hurt, knowing that others would always see him as less than due to the life he’d been born into, but Aeyrn never made him feel that way. When they were together, they were always equals, family and means didn’t matter, and what they shared was enough for both of them. All Bowyn wanted was to marry and build the family that he never had, but he wanted a way to be accepted by Aeyrn’s family first, he didn’t want her to lose what she had and he knew the schism between her and her family hurt her too.

When a handful of children from the village where taken by Dark Elves, Bowyn thought he had his chance to prove his worth. He joined up with a handful of other men from the village in hopes of rescuing the children before they crossed over to Daka. He thought if he succeeded her family would see he was brave and he’d be respected as a hero but Aeyrn was worried he’d never come back. He went with the men and they soon caught up with the dark elves to make their stand. A small fight broke out on the edge of winter fae territory between hardened dark elf soldiers and idealistic young winter fae men who had had enough. Bowyn watched so many of his kin slaughtered and he too thought he was done for as well. After taking a handful of arrows and then a fatal hit of dark magic he lay, dying, in the snow.

Then somehow, she was there, Aeryn, by his side healing his wounds. Bowyn begged for her leave him, screaming and choking on blood, but she stayed, healing him until he was well enough to run. As soon as he could stand, he grabbed her hand and tried to flee with her but she was so weak from the magic she had used. The elves attack continued, arrows flew, and as he tried to carry her but he was still too weak and she was hit by dark magic. Aeryn collapsed, left without strength to continue further, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave her. Her voice, barely a whisper pleaded with him to go, to live, as she died in his arms. All Bowyn wanted to do was die there next to her but he found the strength to run. He ran deep into the forests until he couldn’t run any longer and collapsed. Later, when he awoke, he was alone, but he had made a promise to live and so even though it was the last thing he wanted to do, he kept going but in the confusion of battle he had gotten so turned around that he found himself lost. After some time wandering a Merlin helped him to find his way home.

Upon returning to his village he learned what Aeryn’s brother had done, hoping to rid his family of his sister’s unworthy suitor he had sent word to the dark elves of the attack, and in return the village was spared further retribution. After that Bowyn turned his back on all his people, no one could be trusted and if he were to keep his word and stay alive, then he would give no one the chance to betray him. His once kind spirit was hardened, as if a layer of permafrost now covered his very heart, and Bowyn now promised himself he would never grow close to another. He left his village to live in self-imposed exile in the woods, hunting for what he needed and going to other towns to trade but never setting foot inside his home again. Deep in the forest he began spending all of his spare time creating ice sculptures of Aeryn, desperate to be able to see her face once more, and afraid that time would ebb away at the memories of her. Despite his best efforts time eventual did, he found he could no longer recall the exact shape of her lips, the angle of her ears, and the details of her wings. Worst of all was the way a sculpture could never quite capture the spark of hope in her eyes and that too faded from his mind.

His only true companion has been the merlin who helped him find his way home, and while he neglected his zooliguisim to the point where it was non-existent after so much time with this bird it remains the only animal he can converse with. He has since worked on his healing some, tending to his own injuries rather than subject himself to some other fae healer and while his work is nowhere near good, it is passable. His cryokinesis remains his strongest magical skill although even that is practiced less than his thieving skills nowadays. Bowyn still indulges in his kleptomaniac tendencies, stealing shiny trinkets that remind him of Aeryn in some way, and surrounding his shelters with them. After a time, sculpting no longer soothed him, the sculptures themselves were becoming poorer imitations and he sought out other ways to ease his pain. He found occasionally he catches glimpses of her through the use of hallucinogens bought through Domoros’s black market, but in order to afford them he needed to do more than hunt and occasionally trade. So Bowyn relied on his only other skill, stealing. He eventually connected with other, less than savory, individuals, stealing things of value, and found this also helped to distract his mind. Although he frequently worked with and dealt with the same individuals Bowyn considers none of them friends, only keeping around those who have purpose to him and never really trusting them.

Boreas, however, sees this as an improvement as at least his damaged friend now talks to more than just ice sculptures and a bird. Boreas also lost his mate the night the winter fae fought with the dark elves, a stray arrow leaving only one of a bonded pair. The lone merlin then bonded with a sad lost fairy who shared a similar fate. Boreas, being a bird and much more practical than a fairy, healed well with time but found his friend unable to move on. So, the merlin stayed with Bowyn, choosing friendship over a natural bird life. At first he found it difficult to resist natures call to find another of his kind but he found the look of despair in his friends eyes made it too difficult to leave. Boreas tries his best to help the fairy move on, although the creature is awfully stubborn, he continues to push Bowyn towards civilization in the hope that eventually the fairy will be able to live with his own kind again.

Special Ability: Cryokinesis ⋆
Main Strength: Speed/Endurance ⋆ Main Weakness: Close Combat

Physical Strengths:

⋆Speed/Endurance
⋆Tracking
⋆Stealth

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Warmer climates/Heat
⋆Iron
⋆A fair fight

Subspecies:

Winter Fae

Best Abilities:

Cryokinesis

Avalia

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Cade

Cadence of a Thunderstorm(Cade)⋆ 23 ⋆ Male ⋆ Demihuman

Appearance

Height:

6’4

Weight:

190lbs

Coat Color:

Like that of a leopard; shades of golds and yellows that fade to a white chest and abdomen with black spots throughout and black trimmed ears and eyes.

Eye Color:

Greenish yellow

Brief Clothes Description:

Cade’s clothes are very basic; black boots, black or tan pants tied at the waist, a black waist length cloak with a hood, a shirt of neutral color if at all, gray strips of fabric used similar to fighter’s tape wrapped around his hands. He carries with him a halberd like the one in the first picture.

Image of Usual Attire

Brave ⋆ Curious ⋆ Proud ⋆ Tenacious

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Adventure
⋆ Eating
⋆ Ale
⋆ New people
⋆ Hunting/Fishing
⋆ Outdoors
⋆ Music and own his awful dancing

Dislikes:

⋆ The Cold
⋆ Boredom
⋆ Magic, doesn’t trust it
⋆ Aklenroth, seriously what a dick
⋆ Cruelty, seriously don’t be a dick
⋆ Orcs, they’re rude and they smell bad
⋆ Being inside for too long

Fears:

⋆ Weakness/Failure
⋆ Water, Cade cannot swim and does not particularly care to get wet either
⋆ Aklenroth, I mean necromancy’s a pretty terrifying concept

Sexuality:

Hetero

Personality:

Although Cade’s appearance gives the impression of a brute those who get to know him find to be warm and jovial. He is an extrovert who loves to meet new people and having grown up around mostly other Demihumans is always excited to meet someone unlike anyone he has met before. Cade is working hard on his propensity towards selfishness, trying hard to work towards a greater good especially when it comes to doing things he doesn’t immediately want to. He does however have a very generous nature, always willing to give to others and share what he has and when it comes to battle and protecting those around him, he has very strong protective instincts. Having nothing to live for but the hope of leaving the world better than it is, and would risk his life for the good of others. All he has right now are his name and his honor and if he can inspire others to do better the way his brother inspired him then that is a significant amount of good.

While it does take a bit of work to set of Cade’s temper, he does certainly have one, and he is not someone you’d want to cross. He has a strong love of life and hedonistic pleasures, more than willing to indulge in good food, drink, women, and outdoor adventures whenever possible. If life can be cut short at any moment then enjoy every moment for as long as you can. He works hard at the things he cares about, like hunting and fishing as it is enjoyable, and at staying strong and combat training as it is important to keep living and fighting for what’s right. It is important to Cade to be brave, to fight against his fears and will do things in order to not appear cowardly. When acting on his own he will follow his first instinct and react quickly, he’s never been the sort to spend a lot of time thinking things through.

Cade relies on his physicality rather than wit; he is moderately street smart but had no formal education. Things like planning and strategy are incredibly boring to him and is firmly a man of action. Most of his charm come from his good nature and warm personality, he is honest and manipulation is not something that occurs to him. While he does have a sense of humor and an annoying appreciation of puns, he does occasionally take himself too seriously. Cade has, in abundance, what many would call feline pride, although when his pride is hurt, he is more likely to sulk for a bit than to lose his temper over it. While normally very energetic he does also love a good nap in the sun.

Idyllic ⋆ Tragic⋆ Adventurous

Background

Occupation

Traveling Mercenary, but more than willing to work other odd jobs as well.

Living Immediate Family Members:

None

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Smoke on the Water (Smoke)-Father
Kiss from a Rose (Rose)-Mother
Shadow on the Wind (Shadow)-Brother

Current Companions:

none

Current and Past Lover(s):

No one particularly noteworthy

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Cade prefers to keep with a group, being around others reminds him that there are still people left to fight for. Currently he has left his home and is traveling around.

History:

Cade was born the second son to two proud feline Demihumans who lived just outside the city of Lora in the surrounding forest, and his clan held a long tradition of raising brave warriors, noble guards, and ferocious mercenaries. His father Smoke on the Water, was a mercenary who traveled through the land taking jobs that allowed him to protect those who needed it. His mother Kiss from a Rose, ran a tavern just inside Lora and as skilled huntress she caught every piece of meat severed in her restaurant which added to the very forest to table feel of the place. Cade had a pretty idyllic childhood; his parents kept him sheltered from the evils of the world, he spent his time playing outside exploring nature, and his favorite were his hunting trips with his older brother, Shadow in the Wind. Shadow had about seven years on Cade, so while he was still learning to hunt his brother was in training to become a city guard for Lora. Cade looked up to his brother like a hero, protecting the city, mainlining peace and order and was more than comfortable with living in his shadow. Cade was not ambitious, he never thought of himself as brave or the type who would charge into battle to defend others. Cade wanted run around in the forests, catching fish or deer, and eventually travel the land. With his brother Shadow making his parents proud none of the pressure ever fell on him and he was free to just have fun.

During his late teen years, he often overheard bits of his father and Shadow arguing, what he could piece together was that his brother was involved in something dangerous and against the king. Cade wasn’t sure what it could be as he had never known his brother to be anything but noble and good but he could tell that whatever it was had his father worried. His hunting trips with his brother became more puzzling as well; vague talk of injustice going on in the world, how one day someone would need to stand up for the people, and dangerous magic. Cade couldn’t grasp why these would be things from them to worry about, his people never bothered with magic and the rest was for the King and his court to worry about after all. Cade couldn’t understand why they should just be happy on there own lands.

Things changed for him when Dark Elves arrived to investigate rumors of planned uprisings. For the first time he truly felt oppression at his own door. His mother’s restaurant was burned down after being accused of being a meeting place for insurrectionists. A week later his brother was captured and accused of treason, his brother, along with the others who had been rounded up were executed. The death of his brother destroyed his family; his father was gone for work more and more, taking the most dangerous work he could find until one day they stopped hearing from him all together while his mother, spent the next three years slowly drinking herself to death. Cade also changed that day, barely eighteen and no longer young and carefree, he was at a loss for what to do with the rest of his life. Unable to stay home and witness the self-destruction of his parents he traveled and witnessed the pain of the world his brother had spoken of first hand. Within him a new dream arose; to continue the good his brother tried to do and be the same force of good in the world that Shadow had been. He spent the past few years joining various mercenary groups fighting mainly against Orcs to improve his skill and has begun to make a small name for himself as warrior. With his success it becomes difficult to fall back into his old ways of thinking only of himself and to keep a larger picture in mind.

⋆ Strength: Strength ⋆ Weakness: Strategy

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆ His claws and teeth
⋆ Cat-like reflexes
⋆ Strength

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ No defenses against magic
⋆ Endurance, although quick burst of speed fine, he burns out quick
⋆ Strategy and planning, or as he calls it boring stuff

Species of Demi-Human

Feline: Leopard

Best Ability from Beast Side:

His natural hunting abilities which are useful in battle as well

The First Magical Incursion

earlier that afternoon

An agitated Fitz kept himself low and out of sight on a rooftop near a New York City courthouse waiting for just the right moment. Waiting was a boring but necessary part of the job, and as tedious as it was, it sure beat the hell out of a real job. So, Fitz kept himself under control, watching through a hand held scope and waited for his mark to arrive. He took a drag on the Juul e-cig he had with him, although he thought the fake things were for douchey kids, he wasn’t about to get busted from leaving cigarette butts lying around a crime scene, he had watched enough TV to be smarter than that. After enough hits to get a nicotine fix in he slipped the thing back in his jacket pocket and fished out a single bullet from that pocket. His lips formed into a small smirk as he spotted the mark, a would-be rat, headed into the courthouse.

Now there were some telekinetics who liked showing off, the ‘oh look at me I can move a big bloody boulder’ idiots who wasted all their energy on the big stuff. But Fitz liked to think he was smarter than that. A bullet was designed to a perfect little aerodynamic killing device; lightweight and easy to maneuver, and was, in his opinion, the perfect choice for a telekinetic looking to kill. An added bonus with his ability was there was no ballistics for the cops to trace, no gun he needed to hide or get rid of, just a single bullet paired with his own mind and skill. With his mind focused only on his mark and controlling the bullet he sent it hurtling through the air and curving it towards his victim with more than enough force to pierce through the man’s skull.

”Boom, bloody fucking headshot.” Fitz whispered to himself before making a dash towards the fire escape and climbing down to the streets below. The curving of the bullet was important, sending cops looking in a different trajectory than where he was giving him enough time to head into a crowd unnoticed. Another kill meant another paycheck, and while Fitz rarely cared about any details surrounding a hit or why he was asked to kill, knowing this man was about to snitch on his employers made it even easier; a man without loyalty deserved no mercy. He had offered to make the whole ordeal a little messier for the rat, but the man paying him wanted it done quick and clean, and all Fitz really wanted was to get paid, so he complied.

Liam Fitzpatrick had never worked an honest day in his life, and he never planned to; mundane jobs were for normal people, and he was more than that, greater than the mundane. His ability meant he could be more and all he had to do was be half way smart about it. Hits were a rare but exhilarating way to earn a good amount of cash, but gaming casinos was equally fun and the rest of his day was spent doing just that. He lost a bit at the blackjack tables, goofed off at the slots for a bit, and had more than a few drinks before winning a few hundred by betting it all on black at the roulette table and using his skill to ensure a win. When he gambled, which was frequently, he kept his winnings at the casinos on the low end, and rotated locations so as not to draw any suspicions.

By the time he got back to Brooklyn it was after nine that evening. Fitz was standing outside of a dive bar lighting up a real cigarette as a flash of blue lightning lit up the sky. It was strange as the sky was clear and there was no sign of storm, but the inebriated man ignored the portent as he continued to unwind with a smoke. His bar of choice was fairly dirty, had a couple pool tables, and drew in the seedier crowd that he generally liked. The main downside was it was also frequented by another group of people he hated about as much as rats, Yankees fans. Just last weekend he had a good brawl with a few who running their mouths after his Sox had lost. Today was looking up for Fitz, the sting of The Sox’s loss was fading, he had money in his pocket and more on the way, and he still had hours to go before last call.