Helo

Ossvien

Time: Dawn
Location: Parlay Cay
Interaction with: Adrielle @Tae, Nur @dreamingflowers

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Once Nur had whisked away the lost looking girl Aodh returned to work, shaking his head and grinning slightly at Aharuhn’s creepy welcoming, predicting the crew’s deaths seemed to be the man’s hobby. Simple manual labor, like loading and securing the cargo, was almost meditative for him, it was nice to do work on the ship without having to think too much, and just letting his body function on autopilot for a bit. He was more than certain that once they were in the thick of things everything would be more dangerous, and much more mentally taxing, so he was more than happy to enjoy the quiet moments for now. He snapped his attention immediately to the captain as he heard her speak his name. He was being asked to look after the kitten, and he stifled a sign as he nodded to captain, although he was pretty sure Malek had already assigned the task to Nur.

“Yes, Cap’n.” He responded, putting as much enthusiasm as he could muster in his words. Although the new girl seemed nice enough, babysitting wasn’t exactly his ideal job. Plus, if she was still around with Nur, he didn’t want to butt heads with the ship’s surgeon. Once the cargo was loaded up and secured, he set off to find the lost kitten, more than certain that Nur hadn’t found any real work for the new girl to do. Aodh headed down to the crew’s quarters but before he got there he passed Nur, who was no longer showing the new girl around. “Nur, where’d you leave the kitten?” He asked. “Cap’n wants me to find her some work.”

 

Time: Dawn
Location: Avalon Avenger
Interaction with:

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Sylas awoke during the very early hours of morning, while the deck of the ship was still wrapped in moonlight, to admire the vessel he was newly stationed on. As he admired the beauty that was the Avalon Avenger, he felt a great sense of pride and honor to be serving aboard such a ship on such an important mission. The Arcadian, a long with the future queen of Glasston, had gone missing, and in order to find the missing ship they would be sailing to the Shadowmount Isles, a place not even his father had been, a place said by most sailors thought to cursed. To be apart of this crew, and to succeed, would bring him notoriety that surely this would be the thing to finally make his father proud. This was the kind of mission that not only would showed courage, but his willingness to serve and sacrifice for Glasston. This was an opportunity that he had never dreamed would present itself so early in his career, and having proven himself a loyal solider before, Sylas had pulled every string he had to be stationed here. His excitement coiled with his anxiety to do well, and so the young elf wandered the ship committing its layout to memory. As the rays of sun began to break through the darkness signaling the arrival of dawn, Sylas moved below deck, memorizing every twist and turn of the hull as well. He kept meticulous notes of every piece of cargo he inspected, and any part of the ship needing maintenance.

Sylas liked getting as much done before the sun was up as possible, there were less crew wandering about, and he always felt most energized in the dark. He liked the peace and quiet, to be able to listen to the way the ship creaked and moaned about on the sea, these sounds were the heartbeat of the ship. He took in deep breaths of the salted air as he worked, focusing on keeping himself calm rather than allowing his anxious energy to take hold. He needed to do a good job, to prove himself worthy of being on such an important assignment. The ship continued to rock about on the open seas, this journey rougher than he expected, and these waters were normally much calmer than this. Eventually Sylas began to make his way back up deck, more than certain that there was work that needed done up there. On his way up from the hull he listened as the other crew members spoke of their fears and uncertainty about the voyage to the Shadowmounts. As the dwarven first mate instructed a unfamiliar, and seasick looking, sailor to inspect the cannons, Sylas set to work assisting the men manning the sails.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location:Forest near the Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: Ayita @13org, Soruklithbaal@Alivefalling

Cade’s ears flattened back and his tail twitched nervously as the wind brought a sickening scent their way. With the smell of death so thick in the air, Cade expected a legion of undead, but the all-encompassing sound of a dragon’s roar that followed told him they were instore for something far worse. A massive shadow passed over them and Cade slung his halberd back over his back and looked up at that which had temporarily blocked the sun from them. “ Soruklithbaal” He whispered and his blood ran cold as he remembered the stories he’d heard of the lich’s dragon as a child. Cade had never seen a dragon before, they rarely left Daka and he was certainly not expecting the lich to send his personal beast. Based on the shadow it cast, this undead dragon was far larger than anything he’d faced before, trolls and ogres had nothing on this beast. Even as the dragon passed them by Cade knew this did not mean safety, the beast surely had their scent. Cade knew he had no chance of defeating this monster; this creature was large, undead, and could fly. If human’s truly possessed magic as great as the stories claimed then Ayita was there best chance of surviving this.

Cade, frozen with fear and uncertainty, snapped out of it when Ayita grabbed his hand and they began to run. However, he knew that they would not be able to outrun the dragon, or the flames that would surly consume the forest as the beast tried to incinerate them. A sense of dread washed over him, to be taken out while fleeing a monster he could not truly battle was not a warrior’s death. His dread of such a tragic death was soon replaced by determination; Cadence of a Thunderstorm would not die by flame, and neither would his fellow warrior, Ayita. “Inori said magic would show itself in times of trauma, I can’t think of much that’s going to be more traumatic than a fire-breathing, undead, dragon.” He said quickly, as they moved deeper into the forest. “We can’t outrun a dragon. Tap into fear, rage, the will to survive. Whatever you can, Ayita, you have power, power even the undead fear and I know you can use it.” Cade said, desperation in his voice, as Soruklithbaal’s flames ignited the forest.

Time: Morning
Location: Camp
Interactions: Torvi @Tae

Bowyn sat down near the fire but with some distance between himself and Torvi. He listened to her as she talked and, although he disagreed with her every word, he could understand why she believed it. There was a time when he believed in the possibility that the world could change for the better, that there were things worth fighting for, and of noble deaths. That was all before, before he had truly seen battle and knew the horror that warfare brought. “An honor?” He repeated his tone implying a rhetorical question. “What an honor it is for the young to be slaughtered. To have their potential ripped from them. How glorious it is to die, choking on one’s own blood, or to feel the cold as one bleeds to death surrounded by others but completely alone. What a magnificent fate to watch life extinguish from another’s eyes. How comforted the families and loved one’s of those who died must be; to know that even though they died in vain, covered in blood and gore, that their death, is noble. And how easy it must be to go on, for those who survive, knowing that after watching all those you’ve loved, and considered friend, die horribly, at least you can fight again.” Bowyn stared deep into the fire as he spoke, dark and biting sarcasm coating his every word. “That is what battle is, the one I lived through was enough. My life has never been easy, but that is the single most horrific thing I have ever experienced.” Bowyn spoke now with a quiet and morose sincerity. He closed his eyes for moment as the grief he tried to keep buried took hold.

“Hope, and a twisted idea of honor, is what compels the young and foolish into battle, and when they die so young too few are left to speak about how truly awful it all is. Once I bought in to it all as well. I fought with others of my village, against Dark Elves, who would steal my people for Alkenroth whims. We were all naïve, none had ever truly seen battle before, and every friend I ever had died, so many lives sacrificed for nothing. I am here because another, one so much better than me, died in my place. They got no pyre, no goodbyes from family or friends, and I have no closure. I do not wish this fate for you, for anyone.” He continued, in the same soft tone. Although the thought of building a pyre and trekking back through the woods sounded exhausting, Bowyn was already physical tired and weak from the effects of the drugs leaving his system, he did not wish to add to his pile of regrets. He reflected further on the question of why he still offered to help, although he knew why it was not so easy to put it all into words. “You remind me of many I have lost, and perhaps, that is worth a bit of danger, and maybe, I still have some foolishness left in me.” He admitted, annoyed with himself for continuing to indulge in such dangers. He did not want to stick with Torvi long enough to see her die, nor did he want to leave another to face death alone, but maybe he had enough fool left in him to find her other companions just as eager to risk their lives. His world certainly had no shortage of fools.

Ossvien

Time: Dawn
Location: Parlay Cay
Interaction with: Katurah@Tae

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After a stretch of what Aodh considered far too long at port they were finally loading up the Mermaid’s Fortune to set sail once again. His carried various barrels and crates with the rest of crew, his body itching with excitement to be out on the open seas once again. There were a few faces missing from the crew, those who did not wish to risk sailing towards Shadowmount Isle, but as Aodh saw it the less cowards aboard the better they faired in this new venture. The bounty to be found aboard the Arcadian was sure to be great, as pirates everything they did was risky, and he would not be scared off by sailor superstitions. There were a few new faces as well, one in particular though stood out. A feline demihuman currently trying to chat the ear off the captain while she was taking stock of the cargo. He chuckled and shook his head, only the greenhorns pulled stunts like this. As the captain shouted for someone to her to her bunk, he couldn’t help but wonder why she had recruited someone who certainly did not appear to be cut out for this kind of life. He headed over to the new girl just as Malek finished giving her quite the ribbing.

“Hey there lass, I can help you find Nur, she can help you get acquainted. Best not to bother Cap’n when she’s busy.” He advised, keeping his tone warm and friendly. The poor girl had the misfortune of getting on Malek’s bad side day one so he didn’t figure she needed anymore hazing. “The fella callin’ you a worm would be Malek, Cap’n’s first mate, he’s a bit of a prickly pear but he’s soft and sweet down deep.” Aodh continued as he scanned around for Nur. Now he knew better than to think Nur would be out here helping to load the ship, women as lovely as her rarely took part in the heavy lifting. What wouldn’t surprise him, was to see her with some naïve young sailor already wrapped around her finger. “I’m Aodh, feel free to let me know if you need anything. Now let’s see if we can find Nur.”

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Camp
Interactions: Torvi @Tae

Bowyn glanced at the merlin as Torvi explained that she had no magic. “Lovely, the elves have summoned a defective human.” He said rolling his eyes. This is why he stayed out of meddling, it never turned out as one planned. Now, this unlucky human was left here, stranded and without any great power to speak of. Not only did the elves bring false hope, which would get the people of this world killed in futile disobedience to Aklenroth, but they had doomed this stolen human as well.

“Bowyn, the human can hear you when you speak to me,” The bird reminded him, “Perhaps we should not insult the armed warrior.” Boreas cautioned.

The fairy signed; the bird had a point. Although she claimed to have no magic, he did not doubt that she was skilled with the weapons she carried. Her story painted her as a warrior protecting her village and he did not wish to provoke a fight. “Hope is a lie, and a dangerous one at that. It leads fools into battles they cannot win. It brings death.” Bowyn allowed his bitterness to seep into his tone. He didn’t like the way she spoke of hope and change, it reminded him too much of Aeryn, and he avoided eye contact with Torvi as well, fearing that he would see that same spark in her. He did not need to be inspired by hope into any further foolishness than he already had been. She had that same aura of the young and hopeful that he and those he used to surround himself with once did. He remembered what it was like to be worse than foolish, to be naïve enough to think the world could change. He wondered what was worse; to die with that hope still held, or to live long enough for the world to rip it out of you? Bowyn honestly wasn’t sure, while he wouldn’t wish his coldness on another, believing in pipe dreams had brought him just as much pain. Boreas flew from fairy’s shoulder and into the trees, keeping watch for any sign of others approaching the camp, as Bowyn walked towards the fire pit to create a more comfortable spot for the human to rest.

“I am sorry for the loss of your sister, you should never have been brought here, it is not the elves place to decide to steal others from their homes.” Bowyn said with sincerity, having now learned why the human seemed so sad. He thought on the similarities between her story and his own, he easily he understood wanting to fight back against invaders, the memory of his own failed attempt still raw. There was a dark irony here, how she had fought to stop invaders who would slaughter or kidnap her people only to be stolen away by elves of another, more dangerous, world. And for what end? Another rebellion against Aklenroth as if any before had brought anything but death to those who opposed him. He let out a dark chuckle and shook his head. “Here, there is no possibility to win. It has been tried, and it always fails. There were tyrants before Aklenroth, and should his reign ever end, there will be a new tyrant in his place. The choice is dying for a lie, or living with what you have. I chose wrong once, and it cost me far more than my life.” Bowyn’s tone grew more hostile, and he cleared the burnt and wet wood out from the firepit as he spoke. He then used his remaining stockpile to build another fire. As he worked the fire plough, he channeled his frustrations from the reopening of old wounds, struggling more than usual to get a spark until he finally regained composure, calming himself and pushing thoughts of the past from his mind.

“If you like I can help you build a pyre for your sister, to honor her life, and to ensure Aklenroth cannot raise her for his army of the dead.” He spoke softer now, removing his previous hostility from his voice. Although this offer went against his baser instinct which was to put as much distance between himself and Torvi as possible, his fool mouth was apparently offering more help to the stranger. Bowyn did not know what the human’s customs were for honoring their dead, but he did always regret leaving Aeryn’s body behind after she had died. The thought of what the dark elves, or Aklenroth, did with all those who had died in that day in vain, haunted him. He didn’t know if a proper funeral would have given him any closure, or if that was anything that would dull the sting of such a loss, but he did not wish for Torvi to be robbed the opportunity to try.

Once the fire was lit and starting to flourish, he dragged out the blanket made of animal furs from the lean to and shook it out. He placed the blanket near the fire, making a spot that would comfortable and warm for the human to rest. From his shelter he also grabbed a pouch that contained dried fruits and jerky, remembering that Torvi had said her village had been starving and assumed she was likely hungry. He placed the pouch of food by the blanket and gestured towards the Viking. “Rest here, help yourself to food, and the water from this stream is clean.” He said, and since the human seemed uninjured he did not offer his limited ability to heal, he thought it best to keep that secret to himself. No more help, he promised himself, if they human wanted to honor the dead, he would help with that but anything more and Torvi was on her own. The more time spent near the human, the longer he was in danger but at the same time he recognized that Boreas had been right all along, it was nice to converse with someone other than a bird. This self-acknowledgement greatly annoyed him, he preferred to ignore the loneliness his isolation brought him, and it seemed almost intentional that Avalia had led him to a human he found so relatable.

Ossvien

hello darkness my old friend

Sylas Fyn ⋆ 18 ⋆ Male ⋆ Dark Elf

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Appearance

Height:

5’10

Weight:

150lbs

Hair Color:

Black that fades into ash gray, and white at the tips

Eye Color:

Orange embers, burning with intensity

Skin Tone:

Pale gray, marred with scars around his left eye, and throughout his torso

Brief Clothes Description:

Black leather boots that reach mid-calf, black trousers, a black shirt, and a long black coat. Sylas is dressed to blend into the shadows. He carries with him a cutlass with a silver hilt, flintlock pistols, and a blunderbuss.

Cold ⋆ Obsessive ⋆ Diligent ⋆ Fervent

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆Structure
⋆Keeping busy
⋆Battle
⋆The night
⋆Service
⋆A well run ship
⋆Open seas

Dislikes:

⋆Small enclosed spaces or being shackled
⋆ Physical contact
⋆Pirates
⋆Weakness
⋆Cowards
⋆Sleep
⋆Being afraid

Fears:

⋆His father
⋆Claustrophobia
⋆Failure

Sexuality:

Straight, a marriage will likely be arranged by his family when the time is right. Until forced to Sylas, tries to keep away from the temptations of the fairer sex.

Personality:

Cold and detached towards others, Sylas speaks very little, he was raised to never speak out of turn and social attachments were seen as weakness. He lives to further the family name, to work hard, and to be strong. Weakness, in his family, was never tolerated, and to Sylas emotions and attachments are weakness. All those who rank above him are treated with respect, his orders are never questioned but simply obeyed. Those who rank below him are given orders and he does not seek out social interacts with the crew, they are all there to work and serve captain and country not to have fun. Raised for service in the navy, Sylas knows his life is disposable, if he must die for Glasston then he will. He was never allowed to indulge in his own desires, and simply has no idea how to be selfish. When given an order he will obey and achieve through any means necessary. In battle he is ruthless, mercy and empathy are weakness to him, and he will not fall prey to weakness. There is no need to protect others of the crew, if they cannot handle themselves in battle then they deserve to fall, unless his orders are otherwise.

Sylas exists in a fragile emotional state, although he expects the same calmness and indifference his father always shows of himself, this is difficult for him to achieve. He is constantly hyper aware of his surroundings, struggling to control himself and exude strength. He only allows himself to let loose in battle, to lose control and unleash rage upon his enemies. Fear and anxiety constantly hold him back, fear of weakness and of disappointing others who hold authority over him. Although he may appear brave to others, this is because he was raised with the belief that his own life holds no value until he earns it. His value is based in his ability to serve Glasston, as long as he is a valuable sailor to king and country, he has earned his place. Therefor a coward’s life, one unable to sacrifice and follow orders, holds no value. One day he hopes to achieve the heights his father has, to captain his own ship and at that point he thinks he will truly hold value, until then he exists to be a solider.

Raised in a wealthy and aristocratic military family Sylas is well educated but lacks the confidence to think for himself. Structure and orders are all he knows and without that he is lost. He walks with flawless posture, and holds himself with coldness that most find intimidating, this along with his quiet and unfriendly nature is enough to keep most people away. Humor is lost on him, especially sarcasm as Sylas takes things at face value. His energy is certainly weakened by the sun, as a dark elf he is most energized in darkness, but his high endurance allows him to push through in most situations. Sylas does not quit until his body quits for him, during work and in battle. His sanity is questionable, as a man forged by trauma he constantly struggles internally. His value is something he must constantly earn and prove; he puts unreasonably high expectations upon himself and when he does not live up to them, he punishes himself. Sleep does not come easy to him and he suffers from terrible dreams based in what he endured as a child. Sylas keeps himself in a constant state of repression and isolation under the belief that these things will eventually strengthen him.

Aristocratic ⋆ Cruel ⋆ Forlorn

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Background

Occupation

Boatswain

Which ship are you on?

Avalon Avenger

Living Immediate Family Members:

Captain Declan Fyn
Lady Arabella Fyn
Caspian Fyn
Cedric Fyn
Lady Silva Fyn

Dead Immediate Family Members:

None of any importance.

Current and Past Lover(s):

Love? Don’t be ridiculous.

History:
Sylas comes from a wealthy elvish family with impeccable breading, he is the eldest son and thus the highest of expectations were thrust upon him. His father, just like the vast majority of the men in his family, is proud serving member of the Glasston Navy. Sylas has been trained for service since as far back as he can remember, as are his younger twin brothers, Caspian and Cedric. His sister, as the women of his family are, was raised to be a proper lady, and her marriage is to be arranged by their father. Sylas’s family is the picture-perfect image of Glasston aristocracy but as idyllic as his life may have looked to the poor, the reality was much darker. Sylas’s father, Declan, was a cruel and controlling man who placed an enormous amount of pressure and responsibility on a Sylas at a very young age. While his minor indiscretions, such as sneezing when he was to be quiet, poor posture, or setting the dinner table incorrectly, where punished through corporal means, when he truly disappointed his father the naval captain would dream up a variety of mental anguishes for his son to suffer through.

Once weakness had been properly beaten out of his son, Declan charged Sylas with punishing the servant’s indiscretions, preparing him to be ready to kill at the drop of a hat should the King require it. Captain Declan Fyn was not raising sons, but training what he believed would be perfect soldiers for the King’s navy. Weakness and emotions were not tolerated, and to be able to survive his upbringing Sylas adapted to this environment. He strived and pushed himself to be something his father could be proud of but has yet to get an inkling of approval from the cold man who raised him. Even at his proudest moment, when Sylas left home, a full-fledged solider of the navy, to serve his first tour, he found nothing but impassive coldness from his father.

So, Sylas tried harder, to be a great sailor, he worked hard aboard the first vessel he was stationed at. In battle he found it easier to detach and do what was necessary than many of the other new recruits, he killed without hesitation, truly ruthless in battle finding the one place where he could unleash all his pent-up rage and frustration. He caught the attention of that boat’s first mate, who saw a streak of remarkable cruelty in the boy and trained him in ‘interrogation techniques.’ He worked his way up the ranks until, along the way he was rewarded by his superiors for viciousness and cruelty and so it was that these qualities within him strengthened. He began to enjoy torturing prisoners, they were nothing more than filthy pirates after all, and by the time he returned home from his first tour he was the spitting image of his father. Sylas Fyn had grown from eager and nervous boy into a cold and battle-hardened man.

Still he saw no pride in his father’s eyes, there was nothing that man carried about except his own glory, and finally Sylas began to realize the best he could hope for was to not disappoint his father. His obsessive nature made the position of boatswain a good fit for him, he kept meticulous records of supplies, and his rationing abilities often saved his captains a fair amount of coin. While his work aboard vessels was impeccable, he never could bond well with the crew. Sylas did not have much in the way of social skills. He could not relate to other people; he is unable to relax or let his guard down because all of these social traits are things his father would have considered weakness.

Special Ability: Shadow Manipulation
⋆ Main Strength: Endurance ⋆ Main Weakness: Emotional Instability

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Strong endurance and agility
⋆Stealth
⋆High pain tolerance

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Emotionally unstable
⋆Sensitivity to bright lights
⋆Not much brute strength

Magic or ability (if applicable):

Shadow manipulation, able to blend himself in with shadows along with enhanced ability to see in darkness.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location:Sun Elf Kingdom
Interactions: Ayita @13org

Cade tilted his head at Ayita as she had casually mentioned that he was doing too much for her. Although he was more than happy to allow someone else to build a fire, her words had bothered him slightly. He didn’t want her to feel like she had to keep score, as long as they both survived. “We are team now, your survival is my survival and vice versa. You have already agreed to try and save my home. If we are to fight side by side, then you are part of my clan, part of my tribe.” Cade said with sincerity. He had lost his family, but as a warrior, those that he shared battle with became like family to him. Ayita, although a stranger, stated her intentions to fight against Aklenroth, and to Cade that made her akin to a sister for him. As she built the fire to cook the meat, Cade worked on cutting the hare with his claws, although without a good knife his efforts were still fairly crude. Her plan to search out tracks while he went into the town alone made sense, but he was still worried about leaving someone so new to this world alone.

Once Cade had finished breaking down the carcass, he licked clean his paws just as a cat would. Although Cade never did care for sweet foods, he forced himself to try some of the fruit that Ayita had gathered. It was unpleasantly juicy and made an uncomfortable squishing as he bit into it, but he hid his distaste for fruit, somewhat, as he ate them. While he didn’t enjoy a single bit, he ate two whole pieces of fruit, knowing that it would have pleased his mother for him to try and eat something new. Eventually the meat was cooked and he rid his mouth of the taste of the sweet fruits with hare. He wished the situation they were in wasn’t so urgent, after breakfast was the best time for a nap, but, sadly, there was no time for naps today. With food out of the way, they still needed weapons, allies, and to figure out what kind of magic Ayita could do.

“Should I get anything else besides a tomahawk?” He asked. After some consideration he removed the halberd he wore slung across his back. He paused only for a moment, as if second guessing himself, but then offered the weapon to Ayita. “You should have this while I’m gone, I won’t need to be armed in the village.” He said. Letting another wield the halberd was not easy for Cade, the weapon had been given to him by his brother, Shadow, and he didn’t like to be without it for very long if he could help it. But it was more important that Ayita was protected in the forest, not just from Aklenroth’s forces, but creatures like trolls and ogres as well. “Until you figure out your magic, you should stay armed, these forest have dangerous creatures like trolls or goblin packs, it is not just Aklenroth’s force we have to watch for.”

Time: Morning
Location: Forest outside of Domoros
Interactions: Torvi @Tae

“Trouble,” Bowyn couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the human’s statement. “You being in Avalia means nothing but trouble.” He shook his head at the human’s obliviousness to the situation. He did not want to be involved in whatever scheme the elves had cooked up by summoning humans here. Although he had no love or loyalty for Aklenroth, he wasn’t interested in risking his life in another hopeless stand against the lich. But the human had no knowledge of dangers this world held and sending her off informed felt like the least he could do while continuing to live with himself. With Boreas leading the way back to camp, Bowyn tried to focus on what the human would need to know so that she could survive, at least for a while. He didn’t see a scenario in which the elves would just send her home, after all the trouble it must have been to bring humans here, and he very much doubted Aklenroth intended to send humans home safely either. He had no idea how long a human normally lived, but this one looked young, like himself, and there was no long life in Avalia in store for these humans. No point in getting attached to this stranger, because to Bowyn, her fate was clearly death and he’d been around enough death.

“Aklenroth, the undead king. A lich lord who rules now and forever more. He controls the dead, raises them from rest to do his bidding. He bends death to his will, the way ice bends to mine. He killed the last human in Avalia over a hundred years ago. Perhaps you are a threat to him.” Bowyn said starring up at the sky for a minute, remembering when Aklenroth’s image had appeared. He wondered why humans were still a threat, the kings magic was so powerful, and his armies so vast and every foe who faced him and fell could then be but another pawn for him to control. Why Aklenroth would still see humans as a treat he did not know, but maybe it was just the fact that one of his laws had been broken, stomping out rebelling with the swiftest and harshest punishments sounded like Aklenroth. “True, humans have strong magic here but, in the end, you will be another example of why we must all fall in line. He will kill your kind again and make a gruesome example of those who broke his law and summoned you here. Likely, it was the elves who brought your kind here again, hopeful fools who hold on to the idea that Aklenroth’s reign will end. I know better, my home was in the shadow his necropolis casts. He will never yield, rebellion ends only in death.” With the haze of skaula wearing off the world became clear to Bowyn once more, he lived in a world without hope, surrounded and ruled by death. He pitied the human, and the others like her dragged into this world. Should he have told her a hopeful lie? Maybe that would’ve been kinder but if roles were reversed, he wouldn’t want a lie.

“Helping you, talking to you, anything short of killing you or turning you in, is basically treason.” He continued, as they continued to move through the forest. Part of what Bowyn said was to impress the dangers she would face upon Torvi, but also to remind himself that the human was both dangerous and doomed. He did not want to continue to empathize with her, and he was well aware that the skaula drew out a more sentimental nature in him. Bowyn did want to get attached to the human, to pity or relate to her struggle. He feared her presence would either get him killed, or worse, he’d have to watch another person die. They made their way to his camp, where nature provided him with the essentials of water, warmth, and shelter. “I can answer your questions, and you can rest here for a time. But I cannot risk my life for yours.”

“How uplifting, Bowyn, I’m sure the human feels very comforted.” Boreas remarked, landing on the fairy’s shoulder as soon as camp was in sight.

“Lies will not help her.” Bowyn said to the bird.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Forest outside of Domoros
Interactions: Torvi @Tae

Bowyn gave a small shudder as the stranger who would identify herself as Torvi briefly described the cruelty faced in her homeland. He thought of his own childhood with the other winter fae, the constant threat of the Dark Elves, and the people stolen from their homes. He knew he gave off this same hostility when he sober and, in this state of mind, he wished he could overcome that, but also knew ones the drugs wore off he would slowly forget the lessons he learned high in the forest. For a moment he lost himself in second of reflection until he heard the woman say his name aloud, startling him. She spoke softer now, easier to understand, and he forced himself to focus. He relaxed slightly as she had put her weapon away, relieved that a brutal death was no longer in sight. She had been alarmed by the lich’s message earlier, of course, that made sense, he put a sizable bounty on a human head after all. He tilted his head to the side as Torvi’s voice cracked and her sadness leaked from her eyes.

“I will not harm you.” Bowyn said, and seeing another overcome by pain and grief made the familiar tightness in his own chest take hold. Lost in a forest, alone and grieving; this was all too familiar to Bowyn. Was he to be her merlin? He had gone to the forests to avoid the humans and the disaster the surely brought with them only to find himself in the situation Boreas had suggested earlier. No doubt the bird was loving the irony in this but when facing someone in similar place he had once been, he founded it harder to turn his back on them.

“We could flee now, you were right the humans are dangerous. They don’t belong here.” Boreas offered, although he wanted Bowyn to make friends he did not want them to get the fairy killed. Bowyn tried to think, he did not want to get involved with conflict against Aklenroth, he knew all too well how such things ended, but thoughts were difficult and emotion overcame him. It had been a long time since Bowyn could feel empathy for another and the thought of leaving someone hurting to die alone in the woods seemed horribly cruel.

“No, we will do what we can to help.” He said, solemnly, glancing at Boreas, then back at Torvi. He found himself wondering how long it had been since he had ingested the skaula, it’s effects were waning slightly but he knew he still had a time before they were gone completely. He would be able to think better once they had worn off but for now, he was resigned to go with it, if the skaula wanted him to feel then it had a lesson to teach him. Avalia had led him to this human for a reason and although he knew he could not offer much help, a place to rest and an explanation of this world and the dangers here were something he could provide. “There is no place truly safe for you here.” He said, telling the human the brutal truth. “Our king, Aklenroth, destroys all which threatens him, and humans are a threat to him.” He continued, and Boreas ruffled his feathers at talk of the lich. Even the beasts of this world knew the darkness the lich brought.

He glanced towards the merlin, “Lead us to camp.” he asked Boreas. “You can rest for a while at my camp, Boreas can keep watch. The lich will have forces out looking for you.”The bird took flight and headed to the makeshift home Bowyn had made for himself, stopping to perch at branches to be sure the human and the fairy were keeping up. Bowyn followed the bird trusting that the human would follow as well, and that she would not attack him while he was not looking. Every few steps though, or at the sound of leaves rustling or a stick breaking, he would turn to look and make sure that they were not being followed and that she was not waiting until his back was turned to attack him.

Ossvien

Is it hot in here or is it just Aodh?

Aodh Cyrus ⋆ 142 ⋆ Male ⋆ Djinn

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Appearance

Height:

6’2

Weight:

190lbs

Hair Color:

Aodh has hair like flames, red that blends into deep yellows that flows and moves like fire in the wind.

Eye Color:

Emerald green

Skin Tone:

Bronze, decorated with a variety of tattoos.

Brief Clothes Description:

Aodh favors colors that evoke fire, he currently wears black boots and trousers with a long red coat with yellow and gold accents(like in the picture). Being a Djinn of fire, he tends to run hot and thus forgoes a shirt underneath his coat allowing his natural heat to keep him warm. If he does wear a shirt, he chooses light weight fabrics. The black gloves he wears protect his palms when manipulating the ropes on the ship and his jewelry is exclusively gold to show off his succus as a pirate. At his side he carries a scimitar, a curved dagger, and knife kept in his boot, all which have intricate and decorative golden hilts.

Passionate ⋆ Combative ⋆ Flamboyant ⋆ Loyal

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆Gold
⋆Rum and wine
⋆Being part of a crew
⋆Tobacco
⋆Adventure
⋆A good fight
⋆Gambling

Dislikes:

⋆The cold
⋆Law and authority, specifically rulers with titles they did not earn
⋆Feeling trapped
⋆Cooking
⋆Cowards
⋆The navy
⋆Heavy storms

Fears:

⋆Failing his captain or his crew
⋆The noose
⋆Drowning

Sexuality:

Prefers women, but has been known to experiment in his many years though.

Personality:

Once Aodh is with a captain he respects his loyalty is deep, he will sail with that person and crew to the ends of the world, and so long as their judgement is sound, he doesn’t mind not mind facing hard times. Having faced hard times before he knows very well that the tides turn easily and in this respect he can be patient. There are few lines he won’t cross, and will freely voice his concerns, and any leader who asks him to go against his own code losses his respect. He walks the line between selflessness and selfishness, as pirate taking what he needs comes natural but he can also be generous towards others when he has something to spare. While cruelty is part of being a pirate, he is not unnecessarily cruel. He will not kill just for the killing but will be ruthless in battle when it’s called for. There is necessity to maintain one’s reputation for ferocity as a pirate, but Aodh looks for a way to balance this with abiding by his own moral code. Those who surrender are spared, prisoners are treated justly, and children and innocent women are never harmed by his hand. Although self-preservation is important to Aodh, he loathes cowardice, and protecting his captain and crew come before himself.

Like many Djinn of fire, he is ruled by passion. Aodh has a quick and short temper but not every fight is too the death, he will not hesitate to engage those who anger him and being a pirate means that your life and livelihood depend on one’s reputation. Those who provoke him will feel his wrath and anyone who goes after the crew will see no mercy. He prefers to solve minor disputes with a fight but afterwards he gets over things quickly. In battle he gives himself over to ferocity, fighting for his life and the lives of those he sails with. His bravery comes from having already lived a number of years, and the belief that there is no better death than going out fighting. Aodh would rather fall in battle than be taken alive to face the noose. As Djinn his life is longer than most and patience comes easily to him but at the same time his passionate nature makes it more natural for him to act quickly. Without a leader Aodh follows his whims, doing whatever he first thinks of and fighting his way out when he has to, but with direction he can follow a plan and lie in wait.

Coming from a more modest background formal education was not available to him, but what he has is a great deal of sailing experience. He picks things up quickly and his knowledge all comes from hands on experience which he views as more valuable than anything learned from books. Although he is charismatic, he is also a very divisive personality. Not everyone gets along with someone so fervent and prone to being hot headed. His energy level is almost always extremely high, when there is downtime from his own duties aboard the ship, he will find someone else who needs help with their work. At port he plays hard, finding himself drink, women, and gambling to keep his time occupied and very rarely takes time to truly rest. Aodh is quick to laugh or make a joke when the situation is appropriate, serious only when there is work that needs done or in tough battles.

Independent ⋆ Trying ⋆ Adventurous

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Background

Occupation

Gunner

Which ship are you on?

The Mermaid’s Fortune

Living Immediate Family Members:

Older sister-Laurel Cyrus, though they are not in contact

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Father-Ignatius Cyrus
Mother-Juniper Cyrus
Older brother-Callen Cyrus

Current and Past Lover(s):

More than he can count, Aodh falls in and out of love very easily.

History:
Born the youngest son of a pirate, a fire Djinn, and a bar maiden, an earth Djinn, Aodh inherited both his fathers love of adventure on the open seas and his mystical traits as a fire Djinn. Aodh’s fondest memories of his father were watching him leave for the seas and longing to be there with him. He dreamed of the adventure his father surely knew on the high seas, and listened with intensity to the stories his older brother and the other pirates that visited Sunken Reef Isle, the island he called home, would tell. They lived a modest but free life among the thieves and vagrants there, and Aodh new nothing but freedom for most of his childhood. His older brother, Callen, soon left home to join his father, a Quartermaster, as a cabin boy upon the Siren’s Embrace. His father ship was sailing close to home with a successful bounty before it was overtaken by a navy ship. His father died a pirates death at sea but his brother was captured by the navy and taken to Glasston to face trail. His mother, his sister, and Aodh, traveled to the large continent to plead for his brothers release and here Aodh got his first taste of what life was like under the rule of a king.

His mother spent what little money they had trying to save his brothers life but despite her best efforts Callen was found guilty of piracy. His last memory of his brother was watching him hang through the spaces between his mother’s fingers as she tried to shield him from the image. They then lacked the funds to return to their home and made due living in poverty on Glasston. It was here that Aodh believes his mother truly died of broken heart; after such a loss she was never the same person again. She worked in a brothel until illness took what was left of her life. Aodh survived by working as a kitchen boy and through theft, while sister married young to a local farmer. Unlike Aodh she chose an honest life, or a comfortable cage as he calls it, to avoid the wrath of the law. Eventually Aodh was caught stealing and sold into slavery as punishment. He bounced around for a while until being conscripted to a navy ship. At first he was excited to finally be on the seas as he had always dreamed but naval life was much harder for him than he had anticipated.

Aodh’s adolescent frame was expected to do some of the most grueling work of the ship and when he found himself too weak from exhaustion he was beaten. Over time he strengthened, grew from a scrawny boy until and muscled young man from the hard labor until the day finally came when he was freed from his slavery. As pirates attacked the ship he used the first opportunity to turn against the navy that held him captive and join the pirates, proving that he was no naval dog when he killed the first mate of that naval ship himself, slicing his throat of the man who so often beat him, with a kitchen knife. When he introduced himself as the son of the pirate Ignatius Cyrus, this crew took him on as one of their own.

Aboard a ship called the Howling Raider he finally learned what he needed to become an adapt sailor. Working hard in the kitchen as assistant to the cook, a job he loathed, but made sure to do well in order to gain respect as hard worker. Any free time he had was spent with the other sailors learning how their jobs were done so he could work his way out of the kitchen. The ships boatswain taught him much about sailing and navigation, the master gunner taught him the workings of the cannons and combat, and this ships captain showed him that there were some leaders out their who earned their position and respect. As fire Djinn he found himself suited to working with the cannons as a gunner. He bounced around to different crews when he could find a captain he respected for the next hundred plus years of his life. He watched as the ships and the weapons change and develop just as the rest of the world around him did. He saw the world through his travels and became a respected pirate in his own right, feeling like he had finally done enough to carry on his family name. He continues to yearn for adventure, seeking out anything that makes him feel most alive for he knows that a pirate's life is normally short and very few retire.

Special Ability: Fire Djinn
⋆ Main Strength: Resilience ⋆ Main Weakness: Impulsive

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Strong and able bodied
⋆Excellent night vision
⋆Trained with bladed weapons and firearms

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆His magic doesn't work well in extreme cold or heavy rain
⋆Impulsive and quick to get himself into trouble
⋆Often overworks himself and pushes himself past his limits

Magic or ability (if applicable):

As a fire Djinn Aodh is resistant to heat, a useful skill when manning cannons during a battle at sea and can create a small amount of flame from his fingertips, which is of course also useful in the firing of said cannons. His own body heat is more than enough to keep him warm on the cooler nights as well.

hello darkness my old friend

Sylas Fyn ⋆ 18 ⋆ Male ⋆ Dark Elf

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Appearance

Height:

5’10

Weight:

150lbs

Hair Color:

Black that fades into ash gray, and white at the tips

Eye Color:

Orange embers, burning with intensity

Skin Tone:

Pale gray, marred with scars around his left eye, and throughout his torso

Brief Clothes Description:

Black leather boots that reach mid-calf, black trousers, a black shirt, and a long black coat. Sylas is dressed to blend into the shadows. He carries with him a cutlass with a silver hilt, flintlock pistols, and a blunderbuss.

Cold ⋆ Obsessive ⋆ Diligent ⋆ Fervent

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆Structure
⋆Keeping busy
⋆Battle
⋆The night
⋆Service
⋆A well run ship
⋆Open seas

Dislikes:

⋆Small enclosed spaces or being shackled
⋆ Physical contact
⋆Pirates
⋆Weakness
⋆Cowards
⋆Sleep
⋆Being afraid

Fears:

⋆His father
⋆Claustrophobia
⋆Failure

Sexuality:

Straight, a marriage will likely be arranged by his family when the time is right. Until forced to Sylas, tries to keep away from the temptations of the fairer sex.

Personality:

Cold and detached towards others, Sylas speaks very little, he was raised to never speak out of turn and social attachments were seen as weakness. He lives to further the family name, to work hard, and to be strong. Weakness, in his family, was never tolerated, and to Sylas emotions and attachments are weakness. All those who rank above him are treated with respect, his orders are never questioned but simply obeyed. Those who rank below him are given orders and he does not seek out social interacts with the crew, they are all there to work and serve captain and country not to have fun. Raised for service in the navy, Sylas knows his life is disposable, if he must die for Glasston then he will. He was never allowed to indulge in his own desires, and simply has no idea how to be selfish. When given an order he will obey and achieve through any means necessary. In battle he is ruthless, mercy and empathy are weakness to him, and he will not fall prey to weakness. There is no need to protect others of the crew, if they cannot handle themselves in battle then they deserve to fall, unless his orders are otherwise.

Sylas exists in a fragile emotional state, although he expects the same calmness and indifference his father always shows of himself, this is difficult for him to achieve. He is constantly hyper aware of his surroundings, struggling to control himself and exude strength. He only allows himself to let loose in battle, to lose control and unleash rage upon his enemies. Fear and anxiety constantly hold him back, fear of weakness and of disappointing others who hold authority over him. Although he may appear brave to others, this is because he was raised with the belief that his own life holds no value until he earns it. His value is based in his ability to serve Glasston, as long as he is a valuable sailor to king and country, he has earned his place. Therefor a coward’s life, one unable to sacrifice and follow orders, holds no value. One day he hopes to achieve the heights his father has, to captain his own ship and at that point he thinks he will truly hold value, until then he exists to be a solider.

Raised in a wealthy and aristocratic military family Sylas is well educated but lacks the confidence to think for himself. Structure and orders are all he knows and without that he is lost. He walks with flawless posture, and holds himself with coldness that most find intimidating, this along with his quiet and unfriendly nature is enough to keep most people away. Humor is lost on him, especially sarcasm as Sylas takes things at face value. His energy is certainly weakened by the sun, as a dark elf he is most energized in darkness, but his high endurance allows him to push through in most situations. Sylas does not quit until his body quits for him, during work and in battle. His sanity is questionable, as a man forged by trauma he constantly struggles internally. His value is something he must constantly earn and prove; he puts unreasonably high expectations upon himself and when he does not live up to them, he punishes himself. Sleep does not come easy to him and he suffers from terrible dreams based in what he endured as a child. Sylas keeps himself in a constant state of repression and isolation under the belief that these things will eventually strengthen him.

Aristocratic ⋆ Cruel ⋆ Forlorn

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Background

Occupation

Boatswain

Which ship are you on?

Avalon Avenger

Living Immediate Family Members:

Captain Declan Fyn
Lady Arabella Fyn
Caspian Fyn
Cedric Fyn
Lady Silva Fyn

Dead Immediate Family Members:

None of any importance.

Current and Past Lover(s):

Love? Don’t be ridiculous.

History:
Sylas comes from a wealthy elvish family with impeccable breading, he is the eldest son and thus the highest of expectations were thrust upon him. His father, just like the vast majority of the men in his family, is proud serving member of the Glasston Navy. Sylas has been trained for service since as far back as he can remember, as are his younger twin brothers, Caspian and Cedric. His sister, as the women of his family are, was raised to be a proper lady, and her marriage is to be arranged by their father. Sylas’s family is the picture-perfect image of Glasston aristocracy but as idyllic as his life may have looked to the poor, the reality was much darker. Sylas’s father, Declan, was a cruel and controlling man who placed an enormous amount of pressure and responsibility on a Sylas at a very young age. While his minor indiscretions, such as sneezing when he was to be quiet, poor posture, or setting the dinner table incorrectly, where punished through corporal means, when he truly disappointed his father the naval captain would dream up a variety of mental anguishes for his son to suffer through.

Once weakness had been properly beaten out of his son, Declan charged Sylas with punishing the servant’s indiscretions, preparing him to be ready to kill at the drop of a hat should the King require it. Captain Declan Fyn was not raising sons, but training what he believed would be perfect soldiers for the King’s navy. Weakness and emotions were not tolerated, and to be able to survive his upbringing Sylas adapted to this environment. He strived and pushed himself to be something his father could be proud of but has yet to get an inkling of approval from the cold man who raised him. Even at his proudest moment, when Sylas left home, a full-fledged solider of the navy, to serve his first tour, he found nothing but impassive coldness from his father.

So, Sylas tried harder, to be a great sailor, he worked hard aboard the first vessel he was stationed at. In battle he found it easier to detach and do what was necessary than many of the other new recruits, he killed without hesitation, truly ruthless in battle finding the one place where he could unleash all his pent-up rage and frustration. He caught the attention of that boat’s first mate, who saw a streak of remarkable cruelty in the boy and trained him in ‘interrogation techniques.’ He worked his way up the ranks until, along the way he was rewarded by his superiors for viciousness and cruelty and so it was that these qualities within him strengthened. He began to enjoy torturing prisoners, they were nothing more than filthy pirates after all, and by the time he returned home from his first tour he was the spitting image of his father. Sylas Fyn had grown from eager and nervous boy into a cold and battle-hardened man.

Still he saw no pride in his father’s eyes, there was nothing that man carried about except his own glory, and finally Sylas began to realize the best he could hope for was to not disappoint his father. His obsessive nature made the position of boatswain a good fit for him, he kept meticulous records of supplies, and his rationing abilities often saved his captains a fair amount of coin. While his work aboard vessels was impeccable, he never could bond well with the crew. Sylas did not have much in the way of social skills. He could not relate to other people; he is unable to relax or let his guard down because all of these social traits are things his father would have considered weakness.

Special Ability: Shadow Manipulation
⋆ Main Strength: Endurance ⋆ Main Weakness: Emotional Instability

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Strong endurance and agility
⋆Stealth
⋆High pain tolerance

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Emotionally unstable
⋆Sensitivity to bright lights
⋆Not much brute strength

Magic or ability (if applicable):

Shadow manipulation, able to blend himself in with shadows along with enhanced ability to see in darkness.

Something fishy

Kai Calder ⋆ 35 ⋆ Male ⋆ Merman/Half Breed

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Appearance

Height:

5’10

Weight:

180lbs

Hair Color:

Dark Blue

Eye Color:

Sea green

Skin Tone:

Pale blue

Brief Clothes Description:

A long royal blue coat issued by the navy, white shirt and black vest, black pants, and black boots. He has a few rings, necklaces, and earrings taken from pirates he’s killed and brandishes a cutlass.

Ambitious ⋆ Daring ⋆ Confident⋆ Tenacious

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆The water
⋆Having a good time offshore
⋆Killing pirates

Dislikes:

⋆Fire and heat
⋆Pirates and all those who defy order
⋆Mutineers, the one thing that might be worse than a pirate.

Fears:

⋆Failure
⋆Fire
⋆Being forgotten

Sexuality:

Straight

Personality:

An extroverted and outgoing man, Kai can hold conversation with just about anyone. While he is generally kind to his crew those who cross him and those who are his enemy will quickly learn how cruel he can be. His punishments are often harsh, the navy after all, is no place for those who cannot follow orders but he will never torture his people. Pirates, on the other hand, are an entirely different story, he believes a simple hanging is far too good a death for the likes of them. Kai will go to great lengths to protect his men, and would never hang back in a battle and let them face danger without him. Only a coward would expect the men they lead to do something their leader would not. He does, however, understand that sacrifice is necessary in what they do and he will shed no tears for those who lose their lives; dying for king and country is a great honor. Kai strives to show the same qualities he excepts from his crew; courage, hard work, and dedication. Once giving his orders, he will go to whatever lengths it takes to accomplish them.

Although he does not have a quick temper, he certain does possess a great deal of rage to those he sees as traitors. Pirates and their lawless nature are, to Kai, the ultimate expression of this, traitors to not only the king but to the ideas of law and order itself. Towards his crew he is forgiving, so long as they take responsibility for their mistakes and learn from them. While he can be patient if necessary, he prefers to act quickly and efficiently, once one goal has been accomplished a new one can start and that is how best to serve his king. He does not waste time doubting his decisions, to him it serves no purpose, once a path has been chosen, he follows it through to the end. He is also more than willing to indulge in whims; when they have time offshore or for a break to recharge and let lose this serves an important purpose, morale matters to him and a miserable crew does sloppy work. Kai believes it is important to project absolutely confidence, if he doesn’t believe he is doing things right then why should the rest of the crew. Kai will allow nothing to hold him back, he sees himself as an unstoppable force, like a hurricane.

Though intelligent and self-taught he is well aware that there are plenty who surpass him in this quality but this is out of his control. What is in his control is how hard he is willing to work, through determination he has accomplished his goals, and he will continue to out last his enemies. He wants success and glory more than he wants to draw breath, and Kai is intense and passionate about what he believes in; a world governed by peace and justice rather than the lawless chaos they have now. He also understands that the better world he believes in holds no place for him, he is man of war and violence and one day he hopes the world lacks a need for men like him. He mostly maintains a cheerful disposition, having a sense of humor about things and enjoying the company of those who make him laugh. He does, after all enjoy what he does, and his sin is that he gives into that; embracing rage and violence even if directed at those who deserve it, are not the qualities of a good man. He knows it takes a monster to fight monsters and so that is the personal sacrifice he is willing to make.

Humble Origins ⋆ Hard-Work ⋆ Notoriety

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Background

Occupation

Naval Captain

Which ship are you on?

Currently, his own ship, The Mako

Living Immediate Family Members:

Possibly his mother.

Dead Immediate Family Members:

His father.

Current and Past Lover(s):

In love, no, but lovers, sure. It would be unbecoming of an officer to brag about his conquests in love though, at least while sober.

History:
The life of famed pirate hunter and naval captain Kai Calder started with humble beginnings. Born the son of a hardworking tavern owner and a free-spirited mermaid, Kai was never able to know his mother. The merfolk his mother came from forbid intermingling with land creatures, so it seemed his parents were destined to be star-crossed, and his mother was forced to choose between land and sea. So, once he was born, she returned her child to the land, as they would never accept him as a true merman. This is a decision he can easily forgive, for he understands that to give up the sea, and its peace, would be unbearable. He was raised by his father, a man who worked for everything he had, a trait Kai admired as his home was on Fallcliff, a place engulfed by thieves and vagrants.

He lost his father at the age of ten; killed by a pirate who was disgruntled over a bar tab. Kai was forced survive alone, taking whatever work a young boy could find; fishing, dock work, and cleaning up for various business. He pulled himself up from the gutter and after several years he saved up enough money for passage to Glassston where he immediately enlisted in the royal navy. It is the sea that has always been his true home, and whether swimming in it or sailing on it, Kai finds the himself content to be close to the water. The first time he saw battle was absolutely exhilarating, instead of keeping his rage pent up he was able to unleash it all on those he blamed for taking his father from him; pirates. His brutality in war was rewarded, and that coupled with his hard work and ability to get the job done helped him slowly work his way up through the ranks.

Eventually his goal of becoming a captain with his own vessel to command was achieved and before long he gained a reputation for hunting down pirates. He sought them out, seeking to make the seas and ports safe for good people. Kai was handsomely rewarded for his efforts and as he gained experience, he began seeking out the pirates with the most fearsome reputations. His notoriety as a pirate hunter extended throughout Ossvien, no doubt that there are many a pirate who fear his name and the flag his ship sails; a royal blue flag with a silver shark tail. He became the man the navy sent on the most dangerous of missions, to face down the most despicable of pirates; a man known for getting the job done by any means necessary. Although his methods aren’t always celebrate by the navy, they recognize that he gets results, and while his name isn’t one that is beloved, it certainly one that is known.

Special Ability: Merman form⋆ Main Strength: Combat skill ⋆ Main Weakness: Heat/Fire/Dehydration

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Exceptional swordsman
⋆Strong swimmer, and breathe underwater
⋆Strong and a good brawler

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Becomes dehydrated much more quickly
⋆Not so quick or agile on land
⋆No defense against magical attacks

Magic or ability:

When in the water he transforms in to his merman form, having a shark like tail, gills allowing him to breathe underwater, and a heightened awareness of vibrations. As a half breed, he has a longer life span than a human but not as long a pure merfolk. He has a merman form, and with it the heightened abilities of the merfolk, but this form is not as powerful as a full-blooded merfolk would have. With it the weakness of a merfolk is less as well; while he doesn’t have to take frequent trips to the water, he is much more prone to the effects of dehydration, which for him can turn deadly more quickly than regular human. Heat dehydrates him quicker, fire is far more deadly, and he needs to drink water more often than human.

merman form

Ossvien

Is it hot in here or is it just Aodh?

Aodh Cyrus ⋆ 142 ⋆ Male ⋆ Djinn

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Appearance

Height:

6’2

Weight:

190lbs

Hair Color:

Aodh has hair like flames, red that blends into deep yellows that flows and moves like fire in the wind.

Eye Color:

Emerald green

Skin Tone:

Bronze, decorated with a variety of tattoos.

Brief Clothes Description:

Aodh favors colors that evoke fire, he currently wears black boots and trousers with a long red coat with yellow and gold accents(like in the picture). Being a Djinn of fire, he tends to run hot and thus forgoes a shirt underneath his coat allowing his natural heat to keep him warm. If he does wear a shirt, he chooses light weight fabrics. The black gloves he wears protect his palms when manipulating the ropes on the ship and his jewelry is exclusively gold to show off his succus as a pirate. At his side he carries a scimitar, a curved dagger, and knife kept in his boot, all which have intricate and decorative golden hilts.

Passionate ⋆ Combative ⋆ Flamboyant ⋆ Loyal

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆Gold
⋆Rum and wine
⋆Being part of a crew
⋆Tobacco
⋆Adventure
⋆A good fight
⋆Gambling

Dislikes:

⋆The cold
⋆Law and authority, specifically rulers with titles they did not earn
⋆Feeling trapped
⋆Cooking
⋆Cowards
⋆The navy
⋆Heavy storms

Fears:

⋆Failing his captain or his crew
⋆The noose
⋆Drowning

Sexuality:

Prefers women, but has been known to experiment in his many years though.

Personality:

Once Aodh is with a captain he respects his loyalty is deep, he will sail with that person and crew to the ends of the world, and so long as their judgement is sound, he doesn’t mind not mind facing hard times. Having faced hard times before he knows very well that the tides turn easily and in this respect he can be patient. There are few lines he won’t cross, and will freely voice his concerns, and any leader who asks him to go against his own code losses his respect. He walks the line between selflessness and selfishness, as pirate taking what he needs comes natural but he can also be generous towards others when he has something to spare. While cruelty is part of being a pirate, he is not unnecessarily cruel. He will not kill just for the killing but will be ruthless in battle when it’s called for. There is necessity to maintain one’s reputation for ferocity as a pirate, but Aodh looks for a way to balance this with abiding by his own moral code. Those who surrender are spared, prisoners are treated justly, and children and innocent women are never harmed by his hand. Although self-preservation is important to Aodh, he loathes cowardice, and protecting his captain and crew come before himself.

Like many Djinn of fire, he is ruled by passion. Aodh has a quick and short temper but not every fight is too the death, he will not hesitate to engage those who anger him and being a pirate means that your life and livelihood depend on one’s reputation. Those who provoke him will feel his wrath and anyone who goes after the crew will see no mercy. He prefers to solve minor disputes with a fight but afterwards he gets over things quickly. In battle he gives himself over to ferocity, fighting for his life and the lives of those he sails with. His bravery comes from having already lived a number of years, and the belief that there is no better death than going out fighting. Aodh would rather fall in battle than be taken alive to face the noose. As Djinn his life is longer than most and patience comes easily to him but at the same time his passionate nature makes it more natural for him to act quickly. Without a leader Aodh follows his whims, doing whatever he first thinks of and fighting his way out when he has to, but with direction he can follow a plan and lie in wait.

Coming from a more modest background formal education was not available to him, but what he has is a great deal of sailing experience. He picks things up quickly and his knowledge all comes from hands on experience which he views as more valuable than anything learned from books. Although he is charismatic, he is also a very divisive personality. Not everyone gets along with someone so fervent and prone to being hot headed. His energy level is almost always extremely high, when there is downtime from his own duties aboard the ship, he will find someone else who needs help with their work. At port he plays hard, finding himself drink, women, and gambling to keep his time occupied and very rarely takes time to truly rest. Aodh is quick to laugh or make a joke when the situation is appropriate, serious only when there is work that needs done or in tough battles.

Independent ⋆ Trying ⋆ Adventurous

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Background

Occupation

Gunner

Which ship are you on?

The Mermaid’s Fortune

Living Immediate Family Members:

Older sister-Laurel Cyrus, though they are not in contact

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Father-Ignatius Cyrus
Mother-Juniper Cyrus
Older brother-Callen Cyrus

Current and Past Lover(s):

More than he can count, Aodh falls in and out of love very easily.

History:
Born the youngest son of a pirate, a fire Djinn, and a bar maiden, an earth Djinn, Aodh inherited both his fathers love of adventure on the open seas and his mystical traits as a fire Djinn. Aodh’s fondest memories of his father were watching him leave for the seas and longing to be there with him. He dreamed of the adventure his father surely knew on the high seas, and listened with intensity to the stories his older brother and the other pirates that visited Sunken Reef Isle, the island he called home, would tell. They lived a modest but free life among the thieves and vagrants there, and Aodh new nothing but freedom for most of his childhood. His older brother, Callen, soon left home to join his father, a Quartermaster, as a cabin boy upon the Siren’s Embrace. His father ship was sailing close to home with a successful bounty before it was overtaken by a navy ship. His father died a pirates death at sea but his brother was captured by the navy and taken to Glasston to face trail. His mother, his sister, and Aodh, traveled to the large continent to plead for his brothers release and here Aodh got his first taste of what life was like under the rule of a king.

His mother spent what little money they had trying to save his brothers life but despite her best efforts Callen was found guilty of piracy. His last memory of his brother was watching him hang through the spaces between his mother’s fingers as she tried to shield him from the image. They then lacked the funds to return to their home and made due living in poverty on Glasston. It was here that Aodh believes his mother truly died of broken heart; after such a loss she was never the same person again. She worked in a brothel until illness took what was left of her life. Aodh survived by working as a kitchen boy and through theft, while sister married young to a local farmer. Unlike Aodh she chose an honest life, or a comfortable cage as he calls it, to avoid the wrath of the law. Eventually Aodh was caught stealing and sold into slavery as punishment. He bounced around for a while until being conscripted to a navy ship. At first he was excited to finally be on the seas as he had always dreamed but naval life was much harder for him than he had anticipated.

Aodh’s adolescent frame was expected to do some of the most grueling work of the ship and when he found himself too weak from exhaustion he was beaten. Over time he strengthened, grew from a scrawny boy until and muscled young man from the hard labor until the day finally came when he was freed from his slavery. As pirates attacked the ship he used the first opportunity to turn against the navy that held him captive and join the pirates, proving that he was no naval dog when he killed the first mate of that naval ship himself, slicing his throat of the man who so often beat him, with a kitchen knife. When he introduced himself as the son of the pirate Ignatius Cyrus, this crew took him on as one of their own.

Aboard a ship called the Howling Raider he finally learned what he needed to become an adapt sailor. Working hard in the kitchen as assistant to the cook, a job he loathed, but made sure to do well in order to gain respect as hard worker. Any free time he had was spent with the other sailors learning how their jobs were done so he could work his way out of the kitchen. The ships boatswain taught him much about sailing and navigation, the master gunner taught him the workings of the cannons and combat, and this ships captain showed him that there were some leaders out their who earned their position and respect. As fire Djinn he found himself suited to working with the cannons as a gunner. He bounced around to different crews when he could find a captain he respected for the next hundred plus years of his life. He watched as the ships and the weapons change and develop just as the rest of the world around him did. He saw the world through his travels and became a respected pirate in his own right, feeling like he had finally done enough to carry on his family name. He continues to yearn for adventure, seeking out anything that makes him feel most alive for he knows that a pirate's life is normally short and very few retire.

Special Ability: Fire Djinn
⋆ Main Strength: Reliance ⋆ Main Weakness: Impulsive

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Strong and able bodied
⋆Excellent night vision
⋆Trained with bladed weapons and firearms

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆His magic doesn't work well in extreme cold or heavy rain
⋆Impulsive and quick to get himself into trouble
⋆Often overworks himself and pushes himself past his limits

Magic or ability (if applicable):

As a fire Djinn Aodh is resistant to heat, a useful skill when manning cannons during a battle at sea and can create a small amount of flame from his fingertips, which is of course also useful in the firing of said cannons. His own body heat is more than enough to keep him warm on the cooler nights as well.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Forest outside of Domoros
Interactions: Torvi @Tae

Bowyn observed the strange woman with utter confusion. Had she just asked if he was an elf? How ridiculous, did she not see his wings and horns? Was she mocking his words perhaps? His confusion was replaced by amusement however, when she referred to him as a beautiful male. At least this stranger had goods eyes and taste. Although Bowyn was not as vain as some of his kind it had been a long time since he was seen as something other than an outsider. It was difficult to focus on her words as the stranger’s hair transfixed him, there were shiny things that decorated it and they glistened in the sun’s rays. He liked looking at it and he raised his hand wanting to touch it but his fingers simple dangled and waved at the air. Boreas nipped at the side of his ear to draw his attention back and keep his friend from doing anything stupid.

Then she began circling him, much like a predator would, and he felt extremely uneasy. With his altered state of consciousness, he saw trails moving behind her as she walked and the ax she held seemed even more threatening than it normally would. She was asking questions too quickly for him to focus on, and waving her weapon at him as she did so. Boreas fed off Bowyn’s unease and in turn began vocalizing, making the distinctive sounds of a threatened merlin. He stretched out his wings in an attempt to make himself appear larger but didn’t reach for his own weapon, Bowyn would rather flee from this warrior than battle. “You are hostile and off-putting.” Bowyn said, irritated. “Is this how your people greet strangers? With the manners of an orc?” Bowyn asked taking an awkward step back, wanting to stay out of swiping distance from her ax.

“Careful, I don’t like this creature.” Boreas told him, his eyes never leaving the human, his form ready to take flight to defend his friend.

“What is she?” He whispered to the bird, still unsure having never seen a creature like her before.

“What do humans look like?” Asked Boreas and Bowyn thought back to the silly stories he’d heard as a child of the powerful creatures from another world. Was this why she was so strange? She did not belong here.

“Humans have round ears. They are dangerous.” He said to the bird in realization. This was the creature Aklenroth was searching for. He thought hard on the questions she had asked him but it was too difficult to remember all of them. What are you? That one, he remembered, she wanted to know what he was. “I am Bowyn, a winter fae. You…you let me go and I will not tell Aklenroth that I saw you. I have no desire to speak to the undead tyrant.” Bowyn promised his voice shaky. His dilated pupils stayed fixed on the ominous ax she held in her hand. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and, although he tried not to think about it, he kept imagining the ax covered in his blood. Bowyn did not want to die here in the woods, he needed to stay alive so that he could keep her memory alive. Without him who would remember Aeyrn? She would be so disappointed in him if he died like this.

“I will go for her eyes and you can flee.” Boreas offered. The merlin could sense his friends fear.

“No.” Bowyn hissed, turning his gaze to the friend on his shoulder. “Not you too.” He pleaded, not ready to lose his remaining friend. His only hope now was that this creature was less violent than she seemed as he doubted his ability to take flight and make an escape in the forest with the skaula still in his system.