Jabberwocky

What Are You Listening To?

Fog of Torvelt

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Brynan turned and faced the two rowdy boys, both clearly eager to measure themselves against her own length and girth. She smiled, a show of teeth that had nothing to do with friendliness.

“I am not you lady, Minotaur. But if it’s cock you want I’ll be happy to provide you with something to ride if you’re feeling lonely tonight.” Her eyes flicked to Stur, pointedly roving up and down his body. “I’m quite sure I have more with which to satisfy you than your little hanger-on, here. Now be good and hush while I speak to my associate.”

With that she dismissed them and returned her attention to Nathaniel. “Well?” she prompted.

Atlantis Again: A Harry Potter RP

No problem.

Beware the Jabberwock

Greylynn

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G R E Y L Y N N B E I T O R I S

Help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.

_{B A S I C S}

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_NAME
Greylynn Beitoris

_AGE
27

_RACE
Human

_CLASS
Druid

_ALIGNMENT
Lawful Neutral

_BACKGROUND
Noble

_OCCUPATION
The second highest ranking member of her tribe, lower only than her grandmother, the Chief

_{ORIGINATES FROM}
Roxburn Tribe, situated in the Lusesevain Woodland on the continent of Igea

_{S T A T S}

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_STRENGTH
14

_DEXTERITY
12

_CONSTITUTION
15

_INTELLIGENCE
12

_WISDOM
16

_CHARISMA
13

_{P H Y S I C A L A T T R I B U T E S}

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_{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Underneath a wiry and powerful physic, Greylynn's build is rather diminutive. She stands 5'3" tall and has very little excess fat to spare. She's a coiled spring - a snake ready to strike, able to shift from perfect stillness to violent action in the blink of an eye. This is represented by the tattoo of a snake that stretches from the back of her left hand, twists around her arm, across the back of her neck and down her right arm; a symbol of power she attained when, at the age of 15, she took part in a ceremony of combat that ended in the death of her opponent.

_STRENGTHS

• Her connection with nature and the spirit of the land grants her a sense of peace and centeredness even when the world around her is in turmoil.
• She has great skill with a bow and arrow.
• Hand-to-hand combat is her preferred method of combat. Despite her stature she's able to hold her own well, employing the use of carefully aimed blows, joint locks and throws.
• Thanks to her upbringing, leadership is a mantle she's comfortable with.

_WEAKNESSES

• Her ideals prevent her from using bladed weapons or any tool made with metal.
• Physically, she lacks brute strength.

_{P S Y C H O L O G I C A L A T T R I B U T E S}

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_PERSONALITY

• Despite my noble birth, I do not place myself above other folk. We all have the same blood.
• If you do me an injury, I will crush you, ruin your name, and salt your fields.

_IDEAL

• Noble Obligation. It is my duty to protect and care for the people beneath me.

_BONDS

• I come from a noble family, and one day I'll reclaim my lands and title from those who
  stole them from me.
• An injury to the unspoiled wilderness of my home is an injury to me.
• Shamefully, my life was saved by my rival and now I'm honour-bound to repay this debt.

_FLAWS

• I will never fully trust anyone other than myself.
• Once I pick a goal, I become obsessed with it to the detriment of everything else in my
  life.
• I can't resist a pretty face.

_SEXUALITY
Bisexual, with a greater preference towards women than men.

_FEARS

• The corruptions of her ideals
• Failure
• A loss of power

_GOALS

• To be the leader her tribe needs.
• To defend against the encroachment of rival tribes.
• To defeat her estranged cousins and fill the vacuum of power left by her grandfather.

_{S P E L L S}

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_CANTRIPS

• Druidcraft
• Poison Spray
• Shillelagh

_{1ST LEVEL}

• Goodberry
• Jump
• Ice Knife
• Entangle

_{2ND LEVEL}

• Barkskin
• Spider Climb
• Heat Metal
• Animal Messenger

_{3RD LEVEL}

• Call Lightning
• Plant Growth
• Wind Wall
• Flame Arrow

_{G E A R}

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_{ITEMS ON PERSON}

• Simple spare clothing
• A pack of basic supplies
• 12 gold pieces

_WEAPONS

• Quarterstaff, crowned with laurel
• Longbow and 20x bone-tipped arrows

_{H I S T O R Y}

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I can't be bothered to write it out right now.

Fog of Torvelt

@pinkkoala321 I love Imalessa so so much, please don't take Brynan's bitchiness to heart. She's just got a bit of simple way of looking at things. I've been plotting for the two of them to eventually bond over their shared heritage ever since you posted her.

Fog of Torvelt

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The half-elven warrior was seated on her haunches, her back braced against a cold stone wall and her gaze nailed to the doorway. She watched as one by one the volunteers filed inside; inspecting each closely with an unwavering and appraising eye. They made a varied group, which, she admitted, would count in their favour. But she had mixed feelings about some of them, especially the half-elf. Her face was beautiful but her slight build and timid demeanour put Brynan in mind of a newborn foal. She would be surprised if the girl lasted long enough for them all to learn her name.

On the other hand, she was glad to see a dwarf and dragonborn enter the room. Theirs were races known for their fierceness in battle and, if these individuals proved to be at least somewhat honourable, she would be glad to have them fighting at her side.

Regardless of her feelings towards them, each one that pledged their loyalty towards the cause and passed through the door received a nod as they walked in - an acknowledgement of her respect. They were a company now, for better or worse, and together they would face the threat engulfing Torvelt.

However ...

She rose and strode to the front of the room, slipping through those assembled with the lithe grace of a stalking cat. She stopped in front of Nathaniel and faced his mask with an expression that left no doubt about her feelings towards him.

"I have a question," she said, loudly enough for all to hear. "Why are you assigned as our guide, Nathaniel?" Coming from her, the name dripped with disdain. "While you concern yourself with spells and trinkets, I've patrolled this land faced its dangers. I should be the one to lead us."

Fog of Torvelt

@pinkkoala321 That's right, everyone's had a chance to post. We're just anxiously waiting on Jeremor to give us a GM post now, which my very secret sources - cough he's my husband cough - tell me will be soon.

Atlantis Again: A Harry Potter RP

@Cosmic Eclipse They're all yours.

@tobiax characters can only teach one class at a time. Which one would you like to reserve?

Fog of Torvelt

Well, Brynan sort of teeters between Boromir and Pippin, so .......

Fog of Torvelt

Nine companions... so be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Fog!

@Bastian

I can't even begin to explain how happy the fact that there's nine of us makes my little nerd heart, so I'll just leave this here;