Irisity

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

Eslea

Eslea gripped the creature's (@Whimsley) hand firmly, but not too hard. She didn't know how strong this thing could be, and she did not intend to hurt it. Right now at least.

The word cambion struck a cord in her, and she wasn't quiet sure why. She had heard the term before in the orphanage, when she would sneak out late at night and roam the halls as a small child, looking for Mother J'ikairah. Eslea would cross over near the entrance to her office and hear her whisper strange words of betrayal and dishonesty to Sister Akilah, and of the cambion serpant.

Eslea accepts the seat offered to her, her curiosity peaking. "My name is Eslea. I do not come from this place, but from Incarta. The Great War between the humans and dryads against the night elves still reigns. I left to avoid conflict."

Eslea stares briefly at the thing (@The One) called Pozuzy before realizing that it's a sin demon. She tries to suppress the urge to slay it; the dryads always taught her not to immediately kill without reason, the only exception being demons.

But she is no longer with the dryads, and she is in another's home. The dryads also taught her manners as well.

Katerina

Katerina grinned wildly at the orc (@The One), her amusement pushing a laugh up her throat, but she knew better than to disrespect him in such a way. "I am Katerina. I come from a far away place called the Grove. Ever been there? It's a beautiful place filled with stinking and malicious rats." She orders herself another drink, but is cautious of how much she sips at a time. As was said before, she knows almost nothing of orc culture, except for the fact that they love war and gore.

Rose Plauge

@SweetOwlette It's okay, I get people have other lives outside of rpg. Even if it was just me and you would you still be up for this? Because no offense but nobody else has taken interest. I'm down if you are

The Wolves of Mercy Falls [ High-Casual ]

@A Tattooed Girl to me it would feel wrong to post first, because GM usually sets the whole mood of the first scene. But if @Renny wants to go ahead, that's okay

The Wolves of Mercy Falls [ High-Casual ]

:: Personal Information ::

Full Birth-Given Name

"Katelyn Maria Jakob. Maria is after my late aunt."

Preferred Name // Nickname

"My old high school buddies and clients called me Cash, but everybody else calls me Kate. Sometimes, Dad would accidentally call me Maria because I look so much like her."

Sexual Orientation

"Not really up for anyone right now. Just trying to shake off the cravings."

Gender

"Do I look like a boy or something?"

Years Since My Birth

"20 soon."

Pack Standing

"Average pack member; people don't like former addicts being in charge of them."

Also Knowing

"I got the name Cash when I became the queenpin of weed at school. Boy, those were the fucking days. More money than a high school kid could ever want for."

:: General Information ::

Your Other Half

"Boy, do I miss the fucking heroine."

Family Members Affected by the Shiver

Kate looks uncomfortable, her lips pursed. "My parents are Isabelle and Drake Jakob, and they don’t know about the Shiver at all. No siblings, because I was already too much to handle." She tries to laugh at her own joke, but fails miserably. "Sometimes, though, my cousin Jaime would stay for a while whenever his mom would try to get clean. Guess I should've learned from him what addiction does to the people around you, but I didn't." Her eyes ow misty for a moment before she sniffles, trying to keep her dignity together. "I loved him like a brother and cared for him like an older sister, as he was a few years younger...but after the heroine addiction started, I cut him off. Didn't want him to see my like that. Didn't want him to look at me differently."

Furry Friends

"Nah. I was allergic to dogs and cats. Rather ironic."

:: Other Information ::

Song That Best Describes Me

Swingin Party by Lorde

Who Turned You and Changed Your Life

"I was at a party, both high on heroine and slinging pot at the same time." She laughs bitterly at herself, her fists clenching in her lap. "Dumb fucking decision. I got in an argument with a guy about how much a gram should cost and we took it outside in the cold to debate. Snap. He changes, bites, and then runs. Asshole."

My Life Before the Shiver Overtook Me and How It Effected Me

"I came from a small middle class family, with loving yet mediorce parents. They worked hard and taught me to do the same. I was an average kid on track to college when I got involved in the weed business through a friend in high school." She sighs deeply, her guilt weighing heavy on her heart. "After the money just kept pouring in, I began experimenting with other drugs. I had all the money in the world, it seemed. Why not use it?" She stops for a moment, staring at her feet. "Nothing hooked me like heroine did," she whispers quietly. "My life slowly fell apart as heroine became more important than my friends, school, and parents day after day. I left my childhood home in shame and moved into a tiny apartment across town, slinging small amounts of weed to keep myself afloat." Her nostrils flare as her story transitions from sorrow to anger. "In the aftermath of being bit, I holed myself in my apartment, resisting the urge to use. I was beyond scared of what it could do to me if I entered wolf form. Would my wolf even be able to handle the dosage?" She shakes her head, her eyes wide in fear. "While I shivered in cold sweats day after day, I would change into a wolf at night because I couldn't afford the heat bill anymore." Her face becomes pained and pale. "I spent my nights clawing at the walls, hungering to run, to feel the earth beneath my paws. One night I managed to break out and just ran, ran until I ended up waking up in the Devereaux den. Been with the pack for about three months now."

How Some People Might See Me

She gulps, averting her eyes. "Careless is probably how Mom and Dad saw me. Selfish, greedy. They knew I loved the money and I loved the high. They thought I loved it more than them, and I did at one point." She's quiet for a moment, her brow knitting in frustration. "I--I think I am loyal? At least now. Before it was all about the sales and the highs, but these people really have cared for me in a way nobody else could. I owe them my life, my sanity." She gives a weak smile. "I hope they think I'm worth the trouble and the hardship. I really do."

Standing Before a Mirror, I See

"I guess I constantly look disheveled. My hair's always in a messy bun or a frizzy pony tail and I'm usually wearing track shorts and a hoodie. Not much point in dressing nice when you're still recovering from addiction." She frowns, her lips twisting. "I have a lot of freckles, had 'em since I was a kid. Hair's kinda red, I guess? I dunno, I never really liked pegging myself as a ginger. More like an auburn." She twists her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to think of a few more physical attributes. "My lips are okay, I guess? Slim nose, small eyes. I'm 5'6", slim body type. Acquired permanent bags under my eyes after heroine began to slowly drain my life."

The Beast Hidden Below the Surface



"That's me, all light brown fluff and amber eyes." She grins in amusement. "I've been told my tail is rather large, but I've never seen it myself."

Photographed Picture of Myself

The Wolves of Mercy Falls [ High-Casual ]

:: Personal Information ::

Full Birth-Given Name

"Katelyn Maria Jakob. Maria is after my late aunt."

Preferred Name // Nickname

"My old high school buddies and clients called me Cash, but everybody else calls me Kate. Sometimes, Dad would accidentally call me Maria because I look so much like her."

Sexual Orientation

"Not really up for anyone right now. Just trying to shake off the cravings."

Gender

"Do I look like a boy or something?"

Years Since My Birth

"20 soon."

Pack Standing

"Average pack member; people don't like former addicts being in charge of them."

Also Knowing

"I got the name Cash when I became the queenpin of weed at school. Boy, those were the fucking days. More money than a high school kid could ever want for."

:: General Information ::

Your Other Half

"Boy, do I miss the fucking heroine."

Family Members Affected by the Shiver

Kate looks uncomfortable, her lips pursed. "My parents are Isabelle and Drake Jakob, and they don’t know about the Shiver at all. No siblings, because I was already too much to handle." She tries to laugh at her own joke, but fails miserably. "Sometimes, though, my cousin Jaime would stay for a while whenever his mom would try to get clean. Guess I should've learned from him what addiction does to the people around you, but I didn't." Her eyes ow misty for a moment before she sniffles, trying to keep her dignity together. "I loved him like a brother and cared for him like an older sister, as he was a few years younger...but after the heroine addiction started, I cut him off. Didn't want him to see my like that. Didn't want him to look at me differently."

Furry Friends

"Nah. I was allergic to dogs and cats. Rather ironic."

:: Other Information ::

Song That Best Describes Me

Swingin Party by Lorde

Who Turned You and Changed Your Life

"I was at a party, both high on heroine and slinging pot at the same time." She laughs bitterly at herself, her fists clenching in her lap. "Dumb fucking decision. I got in an argument with a guy about how much a gram should cost and we took it outside in the cold to debate. Snap. He changes, bites, and then runs. Asshole."

My Life Before the Shiver Overtook Me and How It Effected Me

"I came from a small middle class family, with loving yet mediorce parents. They worked hard and taught me to do the same. I was an average kid on track to college when I got involved in the weed business through a friend in high school." She sighs deeply, her guilt weighing heavy on her heart. "After the money just kept pouring in, I began experimenting with other drugs. I had all the money in the world, it seemed. Why not use it?" She stops for a moment, staring at her feet. "Nothing hooked me like heroine did," she whispers quietly. "My life slowly fell apart as heroine became more important than my friends, school, and parents day after day. I left my childhood home in shame and moved into a tiny apartment across town, slinging small amounts of weed to keep myself afloat." Her nostrils flare as her story transitions from sorrow to anger. "In the aftermath of being bit, I holed myself in my apartment, resisting the urge to use. I was beyond scared of what it could do to me if I entered wolf form. Would my wolf even be able to handle the dosage?" She shakes her head, her eyes wide in fear. "While I shivered in cold sweats day after day, I would change into a wolf at night because I couldn't afford the heat bill anymore." Her face becomes pained and pale. "I spent my nights clawing at the walls, hungering to run, to feel the earth beneath my paws. One night I managed to break out and just ran, ran until I ended up waking up in the Devereaux den. Been with the pack for about three months now."

How Some People Might See Me

She gulps, averting her eyes. "Careless is probably how Mom and Dad saw me. Selfish, greedy. They knew I loved the money and I loved the high. They thought I loved it more than them, and I did at one point." She's quiet for a moment, her brow knitting in frustration. "I--I think I am loyal? At least now. Before it was all about the sales and the highs, but these people really have cared for me in a way nobody else could. I owe them my life, my sanity." She gives a weak smile. "I hope they think I'm worth the trouble and the hardship. I really do."

Standing Before a Mirror, I See

"I guess I constantly look disheveled. My hair's always in a messy bun or a frizzy pony tail and I'm usually wearing track shorts and a hoodie. Not much point in dressing nice when you're still recovering from addiction." She frowns, her lips twisting. "I have a lot of freckles, had 'em since I was a kid. Hair's kinda red, I guess? I dunno, I never really liked pegging myself as a ginger. More like an auburn." She twists her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to think of a few more physical attributes. "My lips are okay, I guess? Slim nose, small eyes. I'm 5'6", slim body type. Acquired permanent bags under my eyes after heroine began to slowly drain my life."

The Beast Hidden Below the Surface



"That's me, all light brown fluff and amber eyes." She grins in amusement. "I've been told my tail is rather large, but I've never seen it myself."

Photographed Picture of Myself

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

Eslea

The pleasant scent of honeysuckle filled Eslea's lungs, sending a tingling sensation down her spine. She was reminded of her old time at the orphanage with Sister Akilah and Brother Markus. She grimaced to herself and pushed away the memory, the sweet moment turning to ash as the bird perched on the...thing's (@Whimsley) shoulder cawed and creaked at her. It set an uneasy feeling in her stomach, as if it knew something about her.

Everybody else in the room seemed affected by it as well, except they all received it differently. Eslea rose from her seat, clutching the hilt of her sword Ryder. Her boots clinked across the floor as she approached the thing as it stood near the bar.

Eslea stretched out her unoccupied hand, gauntlet still on. She gave no smile, and no kindness on her face.

"Welcome to the bunch of weary travelers," she stated in monotone. She would have to keep an eye on this creature; it's nature was unknown and possibly harmful.

Katerina

The aroma of spices brought Katerina back home in a flashback. She can see her father's face and her little brother, Myca, dancing around in the garden while she forges for the last bits of herbs for the season.

Katerina pushed the image down, trying to shake off the smell of her childhood. The creature approached, its eyes squinting from behind the mask. The bird on its shoulder hawked at a warrior woman nearby. She watched with curiosity as the warrior offered a hand to the thing, her brow sweating. Her lips were pursed and eyebrows knit. She had nothing less of a frown on her lips.

Katerina was startled from the odd sight as more travelers arrived, especially the orc (@The One) busting through the door.

She didn't know much about orc culture, but she sure found his boldness hilarious.

She laughed softly to herself and called out to the orc. "Come, dine by me! You seem like a fine fellow to be in company with. I am Katerina."

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

@Whimsley Eslea was natural born; only her demon parent was summoned from a plain of hell

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

Really liking the IC so far :) great posts everyone

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

Eslea

Eslea stumbled into the little Inn, her spear Scika hanging limply in her hand. She expected people to stare at her disheveled state, but they only passed her a small glance before returning to their own business. She scanned the room wearily, searching for night elves. Last time she had a run in with night elves and they saw her armor, well, it didn't end well.

Thankfully, there are no identifiable night elves, though she spots a man (@Bourgeoisie) nearby with pointed ears.

Must be the common race, or maybe a half breed, she reassures herself.

She also takes note of the man (@Happy Go Lucky) standing next to him, and his healing abilities. A bad taste immediately floods her mouth and she scowls.

Eslea attempts to ignore the healer and the elfish one, instead turning to examine one of the only almost-empty tables. A girl (@shagranoz) sat at it, her eyes wandering around. Eslea shoved down her discontent and approached the girl.

"Hope you don't mind," she mumbled out, making sure she made direct eye contact. She took a seat across from the girl, trying to suppress the need to introduce herself. No, better if nobody knew her name. She'd be gone by the morning, or so she hoped.

Katerina

Katerina almost slammed the door to the little in open, anger and rage controlling her impulses. She was mad. Very mad.

"False fucking tip, fucking bastard," she grumbled angrily to herself as she walked through the inn, ignoring the other patrons. She sat down at the bar near an elvish looking boy (@Bourgeoisie) and a man that reminded her of the dryads (@Happy Go Lucky) with the way he was dressed in green and had no weapons, unlike everybody else.

She spared them a small glance before ordering a pint. God, she would be getting fucking trashed right now, if only she had enough gold to get that many pints. "Knew I shouodn't've trusted Dexter, slimly little rat," she growled to herself as she began chugging her beer.

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

Name
Eslea Acartha

Age
Unkown

Race
Half demon, half night elf

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Asexual

Class
Warrior

Appearance

Eslea

Eslea stands at a towering 6’2” compared to the small night elves and has a large build and frame, with shoulders rippling with power and strength. Her lineage of elf would be obvious if it weren't for her round ears; she is still unsure of why her ears aren't pointed.

Weapon(s)

Ryder

is her main weapon with

Scika

strapped to her back

Armor

Standard Military Armor

while this armor may seem too big on a girl, it perfectly fits her wide and large frame.

Personal Trinkets
She has none. An orphan soldier cares for nothing but their own life.

Short History
Dumped at an orphanage as a small baby, Eslea grew up among dryads and healers. While they did not know of her lineage at the time, they tried their best to instate their ideology of the world into her, that all life was sacred and pure. They attempted to train Eslea in the art of healing, but her tendencies to hurt others rather than save them started to make them grow weary. As war dawned on her people against the night elves, they searched the orphanages for able bodies and found her. Put her into training and crafted a slaughter machine. Only on her first battle did she realize what a mistake this was. She soon discovered that the night elves were her real people, and she quickly deserted in shock, running so far until she finally ran into the inn and the Drakenwald.

Other
Even when she tried to become a healer, healing just never seemed to work for her. While she's not as much of a sadist as she was before, she still finds guilty pleasure in maiming others.

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Name
Katerina Meadows

Age
Nymphs are known to retain their beauty for quite a long time, but a half nymph half human will only last a fraction of a full blood. She's 43, but looks 20.

Race
Half nymph, half human

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Though she was not raised in nymph culture, where all forms of love were accepted with open arms, Katerina can fall into bed with almost anyone, as long as they have a pretty face.

Class
Rogue

Appearance

Katerina

Katerina stands at 5’6” with a slender frame and small build. She uses her littleness to her advantage to escape tight situations.

Weapon(s)

Short Swords/Machetes

She also uses the weapons in the first picture

Armor
As shown in the first picture, it is mostly made of leather and cloth in order to make sure her movements are fluid

Personal Trinkets
Her father’s pocket watch, the item she stole before the night she fled. Katerina only stole it to fuck over her half siblings.

Short History
Katerina was the bastard of her all human village. Her father, a married and respected man, still raised her among his other children, though she was never quite as loved as they were. Nymphs were allies to her people, but breeding with them was more than disgusting and sinful. When it was discovered she was a filthy half breed, she fled town before they could kill her in her own bed. Katerina traveled from large city to large city, working to feed herself, when she finally got a job proposition that suited her. She trained as a rogue and got very good at it. She caught wind of treasure in the Drakenwald, and sought after it like a fool.

Other
Her last name is a bastard name of her region; her father’s last name was Willa. Her mother was a tree nymph and a forest guardian. Katerina feels safest in the forests and can navigate around them easier than large cities.