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The Five Senses

Thanks, both characters are tricky to write so im glad to hear that LOL

The Saltaire District

Reviving this lad

Irvine

A set of tired and piercing eyes framed by masculine features, Irvine would be considered a reasonably attractive man if he kept his mouth shut and put effort into his appearance besides the bare minimum hygiene required for work. His hair is dramatically slicked back to be out of the way and formal.

"Don't worry, I'll fix you up... as long as you let me get a good look first."

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Irvine Wellington

29 / M

Human

Medic

The Saltaire district and the land around it have yet to make any large strides in the refinement of health and medicine, and many practitioners have been forced to accept brutish methods for what they are and hope for the best. Except for Irvine. One of the best medics in his town, Irvine isn’t just satisfied with his work, but downright gleeful about it at times. To Irvine, nothing beats putting people back together the good old fashioned way. He’s certainly talented in healing through magical means, but prefers to fall back on it as a last resort. Why mess with strange powers when bone saws and musty tonics are so readily available?

Irvine is an extroverted and curious man who struggles to socialize appropriately, often oversharing or overstepping boundaries. He doesn’t find anything about the human body disgusting and is fascinated by it to the point where it concerns others. He is friendly and eccentric, talking for the sake of talking.

Irvine grew up comfortably with two busy parents and an abundance of unsupervised leisure. His mom was a butcher and his dad put things together as a carpenter, and before long the fascination of both of their worlds coagulated into an intense appreciation for surgery. Despite murmurs of his satisfaction having roots in the darker pleasures of life, Irvine remains adamant in insisting that he just enjoys repairing what's broken. Irvine's claims are honest, and much like a tailor enjoys the craftsmanship of sewing swaths of cloth together to form a finished piece, he enjoys stitching skin and sinew to assist his patients.

He is no stranger to the world of adventuring having been one himself in his younger years, albeit as a cleric rather than anything more heroic in nature. Some of the older adventurers in town are still able to recall their encounters with Irvine and his reluctance to rely on magic despite its benefits. This former job and the frequent quarrels that it caused left a bitter taste in his mouth, leading him to live a more independent and stationary lifestyle as a local medic. Through a combination of hard work and incredible passion he has grown into a definite professional, although there might be a sense of hesitation in asking for his assistance.

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In his youth Irvine had brief stints of working as a cleric for hire with mixed results. A set of drab robes the color of dying straw are still in his possession. They are quite resistant to magic and allow him to cast spells more effectively, at the cost of offering no protection against physical attacks. A personal notebook with shorthand scrawls indecipherable to anyone but himself is also in his possession, intended to assist him in magical endeavors in case he forgets a word here or there. This is backed by a steel rod the size of an arm used as a magical staff.

He unsurprisingly carries basic medical supplies with him, his favorite bone saw included.

Irvine has carved out a niche for himself with the vast amount of knowledge he has amassed over the inner workings of the human body throughout the years, including the magical and non-magical ways to mend it. He has a dextrous pair of hands and a very high pain tolerance, as well as the ability to sneak around undetected. Like many talented medics, the occasional grave robbery for the sake of education is sometimes needed to develop his craft.

Irvine is able to magically heal wounds, but prefers to stitch them up or repair them as much as possible beforehand through traditional methods to conserve his energy. His healing spell is his primary and strongest spell. He is also capable of casting a minor spell that muffles noise, but prefers to keep it to himself to not raise questions.

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The Five Senses

A couple of things:

-I´ve lightened the color of the gray text like four times before just dropping it entirely, as my "all text in gray all the time" phase has passed.

-As a result I´ve also given Lynx a new image color for legibility.

-Speaking of Lynx, he´s a finicky princess of a familiar and isn´t actually going to orchestrate a Sil murder plot, as hilarious as that would be.

The Five Senses

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If there was anyone less enthusiastic about the idea of working together as a team than the great Octavio and his slowly crumbling walls, it was his familiar, who had suffered the worst of Sil´s antics, even when trying to sleep.

I´m going to take that fairy, said Lynx in Octavio´s mind, and skewer it as soon as I get the chance.

Octavio smirked at the sudden display of emotion, glad to see a sliver of his traveling companion´s personality again. Travelling in a party had worn the both of them down substantially and had limited them in terms of what they were allowed to talk about out loud. Even if the two disliked conversing outside of telepathy the presence of another restriction, one that needed to be constantly taken into account, put them on edge to an extent.

She´s just irritating you because it´s fun. I can´t blame her either, just look at you! said Octavio. Lynx was well aware of his irritability, and having it pointed out to him only worsened his mood. Both of them were very aware of each other´s personalities, and both of them knew that their walls were crumbling down with time.

How much longer are you going to continue your acting? stated Lynx. There was a sharpness to his words, a feeling of caution and annoyance fused together.

As long as it takes. replied his owner.

Lynx´s powerful eyes bore holes into Octavio. This was clearly not the answer he had desired, yet he expected it nonetheless. Their complicated relationship frequently blurred the lines between companionship and rivalry, with neither ever holding back their disapproval over the other´s flaws. Octavio simply chuckled to himself at their private conversation, and reached for a slice of bread with a confident entitlement. He wasn´t at all grateful like his allies, nor did he want to be. This was the bare minimum for their services. The food was bland just as it always was when your sense of smell was so poor, yet this time the flavors of misery shone through in stronger doses. This definitely wasn´t filling enough for the greedy man, but he reasoned that he could always buy more. Although...

The funds that were originally intended to be used for inn infiltration dangled in his mind, tempting him to use them to satisfy his capricious hunger. His eyes gazed at everyone in the room with an undetectable softness as he formed a plan. There was no way he´d be able to save his money and feed all of them at the same time, so playing the role of royalty was going to be a challenge from now on. Octavio´s mind recalled all his previous conversations with these people, his implications of grandeur, his mentions of distant luxury. This was going to be a difficult situation for him. For a brief glimpse his eyes were caught by Lynx´s, who stared back at him in satisfaction. You´re enjoying this.

Lynx concluded his silent judgement and helped him think of their next course of action. It was decided that half of his money was to be treated as all of it, with the remainder repurposed to be used as an emergency fund in the event of needing to flee. This was a painful decision, but it was absolutely necessary if he intended to continue his act.

"If the food ever becomes an issue, we could simply form a shared effort and wander down to the markets, right?." he said. It was such a simple sentence, one that surfaced among the hundreds of hurried thoughts and whispers of two loners in the shadows.

The Saltaire District

Reviving this lad

Irvine

A set of tired and piercing eyes framed by masculine features, Irvine would be considered a reasonably attractive man if he kept his mouth shut and put effort into his appearance besides the bare minimum hygiene required for work. His hair is dramatically slicked back to be out of the way and formal.

"Don't worry, I'll fix you up... as long as you let me get a good look first."

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Irvine Wellington

29 / M

Human

Medic

The Saltaire district and the land around it have yet to make any large strides in the refinement of health and medicine, and many practitioners have been forced to accept brutish methods for what they are and hope for the best. Except for Irvine. One of the best medics in his town, Irvine isn’t just satisfied with his work, but downright gleeful about it at times. To Irvine, nothing beats putting people back together the good old fashioned way. He’s certainly talented in healing through magical means, but prefers to fall back on it as a last resort. Why mess with strange powers when bone saws and musty tonics are so readily available?

Irvine is an extroverted and curious man who struggles to socialize appropriately, often oversharing or overstepping boundaries. He doesn’t find anything about the human body disgusting and is fascinated by it to the point where it concerns others. He is friendly and eccentric, talking for the sake of talking.

Irvine grew up comfortably with two busy parents and an abundance of unsupervised leisure. His mom was a butcher and his dad put things together as a carpenter, and before long the fascination of both of their worlds coagulated into an intense appreciation for surgery. Despite murmurs of his satisfaction having roots in the darker pleasures of life, Irvine remains adamant in insisting that he just enjoys repairing what's broken. Irvine's claims are honest, and much like a tailor enjoys the craftsmanship of sewing swaths of cloth together to form a finished piece, he enjoys stitching skin and sinew to assist his patients.

He is no stranger to the world of adventuring having been one himself in his younger years, albeit as a cleric rather than anything more heroic in nature. Some of the older adventurers in town are still able to recall their encounters with Irvine and his reluctance to rely on magic despite its benefits. This former job and the frequent quarrels that it caused left a bitter taste in his mouth, leading him to live a more independent and stationary lifestyle as a local medic. Through a combination of hard work and incredible passion he has grown into a definite professional, although there might be a sense of hesitation in asking for his assistance.

---

In his youth Irvine had brief stints of working as a cleric for hire with mixed results. A set of drab robes the color of dying straw are still in his possession. They are quite resistant to magic and allow him to cast spells more effectively, at the cost of offering no protection against physical attacks. A personal notebook with shorthand scrawls indecipherable to anyone but himself is also in his possession, intended to assist him in magical endeavors in case he forgets a word here or there. This is backed by a steel rod the size of an arm used as a magical staff.

He unsurprisingly carries basic medical supplies with him, his favorite bone saw included.

Irvine has carved out a niche for himself with the vast amount of knowledge he has amassed over the inner workings of the human body throughout the years, including the magical and non-magical ways to mend it. He has a dextrous pair of hands and a very high pain tolerance, as well as the ability to sneak around undetected. Like many talented medics, the occasional grave robbery for the sake of education is sometimes needed to develop his craft.

Irvine is able to magically heal wounds, but prefers to stitch them up or repair them as much as possible beforehand through traditional methods to conserve his energy. His healing spell is his primary and strongest spell. He is also capable of casting a minor spell that muffles noise, but prefers to keep it to himself to not raise questions.

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N/A

[Purgatory/Slice of Life/Action] Drone from the Monotone

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Files.>Documents.>Introduction.docx.>

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Gray. That was the first word that came to the mind of every poor soul unfortunate enough to awaken in the city. It was gray in color, as thick panels of fog routinely suffocated the concrete world and cut it off from the blinding sun. It was gray in heart, as every building and billboard was covered in slogans and phrases that were as nonsensically generic as they were vaguely threatening. And finally, it was gray in soul. The cityscape was dotted with others, though their status as human was questionable upon second glance. A parade of dress shirts and suitcases that filed through the dreary city, scuffed leather shoes clacking on the pavement with no hope or destination. The men and women stared dead ahead with empty eyes and no emotion.

In truth, nobody knows where the city came from, or what it’s even called. People arrive in the hundreds, most of them brain dead, though there are exceptions. Like you, on this fateful day.

Your memories are hazy but intact, yet you´re not sure where you actually are. Hell? Heaven? Something else? There are others as confused and sentient as you, so you reasonably think to reach out to them. But then again... the world is strange and filled with irregularities. The calendars stretch into hundreds of months, the clocks have more arrows than necessary with numbers that aren´t supposed to exist, the advertisements are so generic that it´s almost offensive. And the food? The textures are off and blander than you ever thought possible. It´s as if the world was created halfway and abandoned for eternity.

Information is hard to find in this world, and you´ll have to risk your life for any decent answers. Between conflicts with other strays, malevolent entities, and a city that defies reason, it's not going to be easy.

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Files.>Documents.>Clarification.docx.>

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drone from the monotone is a roleplay set in a strange world vacant of life and color. You are someone who has died, and regardless of the circumstances you now find yourself inside of a bizarre urban environment where staying alive is now a key part of your schedule.

As the prologue has implied, you have left life with feelings of dissatisfaction and an unwillingness to let go from sentience, and must now come to terms with what that means for you. This will be a slice of life roleplay set in an unorthodox location, though expect action and problem solving elements as well. Dying is possible. Keep in mind your character has the ability to revive, however.

I am planning on the characters being around the age of college students, with anime face claims to avoid any difficulties in finding art. Thoughts? Interest?

The Five Senses

I like it, no worries. Time to work on a post then, lol

The Saltaire District

Holy moly this sure is an interesting roleplay that I have never heard of before, no siree. Time to express my interest in joining!

The Five Senses

I haven´t changed my avatar from the hazmat dudes in awhile, so I got a screencap of an animated series I like

It´s uhh... strange, to say the least.

The Sanctuary

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It was only by taking a few careful steps into the corridors that Ar´oa realized just how noisier life inside of a castle was when compared to the sprawling deserts of his home, with all of its footsteps and furniture. He wasn't at all comfortable with the notion that enclosed spaces were good things, a result of most of his near death experiences having taken place in ruins and labyrinths. The Sanctuary, furnished in a grand manner of artwork and ornamentation, was certainly not a ruin. But a labyrinth? To Ar´oa, that was a confident yes.

His svelte frame strode across the various halls, taking steps that were long and delicate under the billowing of a sapphire robe. Before any serious effort could be expended into using The Sanctuary to develop his strength, he would first want to test its limits. After collecting rations from the mess hall, Ar´oa planned to venture outside to search for the presence of his curse. He came to a stop at the sight of another being. Who else had decided to be near the gardens at this time?

It was the nature elemental from before, now in a completely different physical form that was just as verdant and surreal as the one before it. Ar'oa's feelings of deep astonishment upon gazing at the creature hadn't waned since their last encounter yesterday.

"Good morning." he said. His expressionless face and eyes gave no hints as to the contents of his heart, which beat with passion at the sight of the storybook animal brought to life in front of him. He would definitely have to pry the creature for answers when given the chance. Right now though, he wanted his trip to the outside of The Sanctuary to remain a secret. It would raise too many questions and could possibly be interpreted as ingratitude or suspicion by the others, so while the sight of Mirithal was certainly breathtaking, Ar'oa continued to quietly guard his plans.