Jollan

The Vanishing Kingdom

Howdy! Sent you a pm too, but yes, we are open for one or two more

Cooking Fantasy maybe?

inkarnate is awesome, used it for mine, well worth throwing 5 dollars their way for at least a month to make what you need.

what i made with it

Hider

In The End (Code Vein RP)

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"I wouldn't say throwing oneself into a mass of lost to be quite the example of intelligence... I am a healer, not a veterinarian. Try to be more careful before it is you who becomes the dead weight," Delmina said as she set the bayonet against the wall and picked up a couple extra sticks of light. As they continued on, Delmina spotted a door, seemingly man-made instead of a result of damage to the railway. Upon carefully opening it and peeking inside, she made sure that everything was clear before moving in. She was careful not to disturb anything, wanting to make sure she left as little a sign as possible of her presence here. However, there was something that caught her attention.

"Hmm? There is a map here," she called quietly to her group. Fromthe look of it, the L and X stood for the lost and the grime creature they made contact with, the gate they came in through being just behind it. She burned the map into her memory, remembering all the main paths as she didn't want to leave whoever this person was without. as it is, they will probably survive longer than they will at this rate, especially if they came back empty handed. "I wonder... I am not sure what this flower would mean, maybe a mistle? But this here," said pointing to the tear drop shape, "Do you think this would be a blood bead?"

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Ni'ra

Name: Ni'ra Ta'alhina

Age: 20

Bloodline: Basiliskin

Group: none

Appearance:
-height:5'5"
-weight: 115 lbs

personality:
Adventurous and inquisitive, she loves to explore and poke around, sometimes where she may not even belong, curiosity mostly getting the best of her. She craves knowledge and actively seeks out answers to the thoughts that pop up in her head. She is almost always honest, brutally honest even as she doesn't seem to have a filter as she seems to often voice her thoughts directly. This often is never intended to offend, its just her vocalizing her observations. She follows whatever seems to tickle her fancy, which can be problematic when she finds a town because she starts to explore many things, peacefully invading the privacy of others a little too frequently. She doesn't seem to understand why this irritates or scares people. She is surprisingly studious considering her drive to adventure and can frequently found practicing her reading, writing, and sometimes speech if she can find a person to help her, though will only study what interests her and does't do well in a lecture type setting. She wished there were more basiliskin around as there seem to be very few, and the few that she knows don't seem to share her drive for adventure.

Abilities:
-flexible- contortionist level flexibility, high muscle control
-thermal sight - vision has a higher range of sight that can see three dimensional infrared
-venomous fangs - causes drowsiness and blurry vision, and then death within a minute. Can destroy horcruxes.
-forked tongue- used to sense the environment through chemicals and pheromones in the air. Can help to track prey. Unlike regular snakes, she can taste with her tongue.
-sleek scales- tougher than skin, yet unlike dragon scales they are soft, smooth, and sleek. The tight fitting scales keep her from getting dirty and can make her rather slippery.
-unhinged jaw- her jaw is unattached and can stretch to three times its size like she can in her basilisk form. She is not a fan of people knowing this or displaying this feature for
'particular' reasons. plus its just unsightly.
-regeneration - can regenerate from injuries over time
-curse breath - can petrify an enemy into stone temporarily

Equipment: (as pictured above)
-shortsword that can be laced with venom
-caligraphy set
-a couple pairs of compact clothes easily stored in as little as a pouch or two
- various leather protectors
- sturdy grappling hook with rope (not shown)

Background:
Ni'ra was born from a clutch of eggs in the forests close to the border between Vrondi and Nero. As she grew up, she learned the art of the hunt, mostly choosing to do so because it let her explore, and seemed to suit her abilities well. Unfortunately for Ni'ra, she was born as a rare descendant among the basilisk, instantly throwing her to the bottom of their social structure. She was seen as expendable for the natural basilisks and would often not be treated as well as the other, however, Ni'ra tried her best not to let this bring her down, trying her best not to let their snide remarks or their acts of superiority get to her. She was not concerned with them. In fact, she enjoyed being away from the others as it let her explore more. Not that she didn't like being around people, but she was tired of being confined to the same territories her whole life. When she got the chance to take a letter to Nero, she decided it was a perfect opportunity. The guards at the gate never let her through no matter how nicely she asked, so this time, they would have to let her through, right? Little did she know, she was only being sent to play the part of an elaborate and deadly prank.

Experience:
Leanred some hunting methods from other basilisk, as well as by watching other basiliskin. She found the venom shortsword, grappling hook, and calligraphy equipment on a corpse of some poor lost descendant that she figured just wondered into their territory and wasn't careful. The writings and some simple paintings with the brush in the man's notes intrigued Ni'ra, inspiring her to try her hand at it as well, and finding a love for the art. So far, she has only had whatever spare parchment she could find and ink he had on him, she wonders where she will find more. She isn't very practiced with the blade, however, she knows one side is sharp, and one end is pointy, and that there are a number of odd holes at some points in the blade an its spine. Her tongue flicked at it and she sensed some odd chemicals on it, which upon rummaging through the man's gear some more she found a matching bottle. It's chemical signature sent off warning bells in her head. Next time she hunted, she tried t experiment with it, but it seemed to ruin the meat as well, causing a bit of irritation from her hunting partners. Instead, she cleaned it, and tried her own venom on it, which seemed to work the next hunt with great success at petrifying prey without having to directly bite it. All she had to do was douse it with her own venom and then chop or poke her prey with it. It was an amazing tool! As for the grapple hook, it took her a while to think about what it was used for, till she wore it one day and it was getting caught on everything. This led her to try to start hooking objects with it, and then trying to throw it at things to hook and draw them in, to trying to use it to reach things she normally couldn't. This now leads her to get into a lot more places where she probably shouldn't be.

Motivation: Pure unadulterated curiosity

The Vanishing Kingdom

Hilde may a fake anguished looking face at Chihiro's refusal to spar, "Oh fine, be that way," she laughed, "I guess I won't be needing any practice before tomorrow anyway~," she said adding a little tease. Outwardly, she was fine by it, but inwardly it was a small hit to her pride. She had felt she had done well so far in her training and few conflicts she had been involved with as a temple guard. When someone as green as Bidzil was offered as chance to spar but then refused to her, it made her feel like she was being seen as green. True, she guessed she probably was in the grand scheme of things, but even she guessed that she had seen more combat than this Bidzil character.

Bidzil sighed and looked out of the cave to the rolling desert sands, "I knew what I would be getting into... If I had any mind to just sit around on my ass waiting for what happens next I would have just stayed in Salna after Trantis was wiped out." Bidzil turned to the others, "I wasn't able to help the ones closest to me before, but I have the chance to stop anything like that from happening again and I'm going to take it, and find the ones responsible. If I can't do this here, what's the point of continuing on? I'll be ready when the time comes... those deserving of death should have it served promptly, and I will gladly be the one to deliver it to them. You can take that as my oath." Bidzil was quiet for a moment after saying this as his usually jovial demeanor had darkened, reflecting on the events of the past few weeks.

"Well, if your words are true you definitely have the soul of a warrior, and you don't seem to be bad with a blade either, but words are tempered on the battlefield, not the practice field," Hilde smirked with a little laugh, lightening the mood a bit, making Bidzil laugh chuckle a bit himself.

"Y-yeah, sorry to get so serious on all y'all for a moment there. I'll do my best not to slow any of you down," he said a bit sheepishly as his normal personality started to shine back through. "I'm sure we'll kick their asses before they knew what hit'em."

"Aye, that's the plan, bright an early before they have time for their mornin' scratch," Dorran said as he walked up to join the group, chuckling at his own joke. "An we won't be leavin' any of them left standin'. That was a great spar, even better that I earned a few coin off it," he smiled as he jerked a thumb to the makeshift campsite they made. "Camp is set to go. Night will be here soon, and we will be headed out a few hours before first light. I'd settle in when you can, check your gear, and get some good sleep.

"You bet on if I would lose?" Bidzil asked with a wry smile.

"Hardly, boy. I can sense a strong warrior's presence in you, but we all knew you were going to lose, so we bet on how long you would last. I put the longest time and you pulled through, good job," Dorran said as he bellowed with laughter as he clapped Bidzil on the back nearly knocking him forward even though he was seated. Dorran held up a small sack as he walked away that jingled with coin.

"Hah, gee, that makes it sound so much better," Bidzil replied rubbing his back.

Neev looked at her hands, her ears drooping even more than before. "If... if it helps saves another's life, it is always worth it... I'll be fine in time. They have already lost ten people, and though that may seem small to some, that is families that are permanently damaged. And in such a small community, it will have a great impact. In Portea, one can disappear and none be the wiser, but even these ten live will be felt for years to come. I was so sure that nobody would show up I did what I felt I needed to do as a healer..." she said solemnly as she looked up from her hands. Her brows furrowed as she looked Maeve squarely in the eye, having to look up to do so. "Alright then, I will try to withhold from using magic,though that is not a guarantee, but that means I will depend on you to do as I say and cast when I need you too, alright?" she demanded of Maeve. She turned and already began arranging the tools she needed to work on Allard, putting on a new pair of gloves before starting her work. "Lives are precious and I will nyot rest until I am sure everyone is treated to our full capability. Anything short would be unforgivable," as she was saying this she had cut open Allard's leather straps to his top armor piece, letting it fall to the side so it was out of the way. from the looks of things, scars seemed to be the natural texture of this man's skin, some even as large as the one she was working on now. "Cast major healing here, we need this wound gone now. Most of these we can let slide with regular medical care," she said as she started treating other wounds manually.

Allard grunted, "Oi, ya still got a room at the inn tonight, tryin' ta say the bed aren't up ta snuff? Just some noisy neighbors is all" he chuckled, "you two can stay as long as ya need, you have my word." e would wince here and there as Neev was bus at work on him, though the relief he had when Maeve would heal him would make him feel like he could breath again, it was like he was going off one lung or something.

As for Sahale, he only shook his head when Maeve spoke of nothing happening to Tundral's people. "Not outright, no, but a handful have gone missing from Midrill in times past, I suppose that is where he gets some of his healers from. Orzhov, hmm? Quite high on the totem pole I see, and the pleasure is all mine, I assure you. No every day I meet such a prestigious member of Isoli nobility, rather that not many of them leave Tundral." he smiled as he recalled their reclusivness. "Anyway, I really must be going. There is a scouting party to catch up with and If I want to see them before they go marching into battle, I should probably leave now. Take care, I feel we will be seeing each other again soon." he smirked as he made another bow and started out the door. By the time anybody may have went out to check on him, he was already gone.

In The End (Code Vein RP)

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Delmina picked up the key card, and much like last time, prepared her shield when going through the door. Upon seeing the corpse on the ground, she put one bullet into the dead revenant's head, just to be safe. Even in this stage, she has seen a turning lost attack before. There seemed to be no reaction however, and upon giving the inside a clean sweep, top to bottom, it seemed they were safe, for now. Delmina holstered her gun and picked up the bayonet, offering it to Diamond. "Do you still need another weapon? I also found some throwing knives and more lights... I think this is our only path deeper in..." she told the two. Despite the chaos of the last fight, Her face, voice soft spoken, and even her demeanor seemed to be just as tranquil as when she walked in.

Delmina looked to Bridget, noticing her injuries. Without asking, because she knew the girl would probably make some snide comment either way, she charged her Ichor's Blessing, and having not been injured herself, was able to direct the ichor's healing energy to Bridget. Due to the nature of the gift, it completely drained her ichor, which may not have been full but was doing well after only a couple gift uses and two drains, hopefully causing the healing spell paired with her prayer shaw's light gift boost to heal her completely of her wounds. "There, that should help. Shall we continue?"

In The End (Code Vein RP)

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Delmina's eyes went wide at the acidic mass of sludge that hit the concrete where she was standing but a moment ago. If it could melt through cement and rebar like that, she was glad that she or her shield didn't get hit by it. Delmina cast the thought aside however, she wasn't hit with it, so it didn't matter. Instead she noticed that it seemed her drain attack did noticeable damage, and with Diamond on some odd sort of rampage that she could only describe as creating the largest pincushion she had ever seen, She decided to help by going a bit more offensive as well. She rushed forward towards the slime and then dashed into an attack with her shield, bashing it into the slime for blunt damage, and then chaining a quick drain from her veil once more. She didn't give two thoughts to her other companion who seemed content to just watch the rest of the show while they worked to finish off the strangely oversized grime.

Soulless Shadows

Jarred checked over all his gear once more. Each weapon was in its place and checked before heading out. The merc tank secure, mask resting next to his shoulder ready for use, blade sharpened, and gear up to snuff. Jarred walked into the briefing room, noticing that it didn't have many people in it. He nodded a silent greeting to anyone who looked his way as he came in and found a chair to rest on as he waited for the briefing to begin, one hand resting on his knew with his other forearm on the opposite one, a very relaxed pose. His gear was well worn, but it was effective. It did the jobs it needed to do and was well fit to him after years of service. He had good clothes, but he didn't see the sense in destroying them out in the field, besides, there was nothing that made the clothes unwearable, they were just a bit rough after the years.

He recognized the new girl. She seemed to be about Kiimi's age, though, much more mature. Her clothing was a bit odd to him, but whose weren't when you were getting ready to go on a mission, each person had their own idea of what gear to bring. He couldn't imagine what would drive a young girl into this occupation. He recalled seeing her in the ship's tavern one night getting harassed by a group of men who were trying to start a fight. He thought to step in until he watched her single-handedly begin to take out five of the men with her bare hands. Jarred had just sat back and enjoyed his drink and smoke as he enjoyed the show. With that in mind, he knew she could take care of herself in a fight, though he wondered what group she was going to be assigned to. And where were all the other squads?

Jarred looked to her once more with a smirk and a nod in her direction in greeting, "Well, mornin'. Haven't seen you since you became an overnight sensation in the tavern," Jarred chuckled as he began one last routine check on his gear, "So they decided to put you on a scavenger crew, eh?" What rotten luck, to be so young and have to face the a trek through the mainland. Jarred didn't see it as a place for the young. Capable or not, he didn't see it as a place for someone just starting out in life to risk it all like this, to experience these things. "Have you ever been on a scavenger mission to the mainland?" he asked genuinely. He didn't want to spook her, but he was curious if she had any experience. Odds are, with Grant's usual team filling out, she was going to be on his team, and he wanted to gauge her experience before they hit the ground.

Soulless Shadows

Kiimi

Name: Kiimi Van Avery

Age: 19

National Origin: none

Appearance:

casual

work

Personality:
Around others, she is most a strange mixture of bubbly and shy, growing more confident to talk with people the more comfortable she feels around them. She is normally an easygoing and happy individual, if not naive to the world away from her ship. She is entirely disgusted by her illness and will try to hide away while she is feeling sick, locking herself in her room. When working on the airship however, one might catch her more hidden fiery side, especially if a job is proving to be particularly difficult or a part is especially stubborn. However, if someone were to walk in on such a rant, where she thought she was working alone, she would be incredibly embarrassed, as if a kid being caught doing something he shouldn't be.

Bio:
Kiimi had never known land as home. She was born on an airship, raised on an airship, and worked on airships. The skies were her home and she was alright with that. Her family was made up of prominent air merchants, owning their own airship. However, the airship they owned had been boarded by a shadow after what was thought to be a fairly successful scavenging mission. The only two that made it out was her and her uncle, Jarred Greaves, who had married her aunt. She was still young at the time, but old enough to understand what was happening, which only left scars in her mind she couldn't possibly recover from. Jarred Did everything he could to get her out of there. The ships light had been cut, and they were running through the dark halls of the ship by a high output lantern Jarred had, bathing them in a strong light at the cost of high power consumption, but they only needed to reach the emergency skiff. Kiimi has seen many of her family members killed, both by each other and by Jarred once they had been touched. She was in shock for nearly a month before she started opening back up to Jarred.

Kiimi had always had a fascination with machines and seam power, even after the accident with her family, she had continued her studies and continued practicing, even making some of her own machinations. One time during a join project however, the partner she was with over-pressurized one of the merc tanks on a vehicle they were both creating together, causing an explosion and calling for an evacuation of anyone in the building. Her partner didn't survive, and she had become poisoned by the merc, only successfully retrieved by men wearing protective gear that responded to the scene. Due to her long exposure to the raw merc gases, she had contracted merc poisoning. Her skin faded to porcelain, her hair bleached to a pale gold. She thought using makeup and wearing clothes to cover it up would help her, but the possibility of the makeup smudging and the extra clothing made it unbearable at times, especially when afraid of her blood coming to a boil. If a person who is diagnosed with merc poisoning, warm temperatures became fatal, causing Kiimi to wear her work gear for it's ability to keep the user cool despite the heavier clothing due to some functions built into the gear itself. While expensive, Jarred usually made sure to keep enough merc to keep the suit powered if ever needed and is always sure to buy more than enough medicine for her whenever he can.

Equipment:
-Engineer's toolkit
-Medicine
-Heavy wrench
-9mm double barreled derringer, owns 6 cartridges
-Gas mask with filters for merc heavy environments

Extra notes:
-Has a thing for sweets
-Afraid of the dark, even on airships.

Jarred

Name: Jarred Greaves

Age: 36

National Origin: Barnaby Shoals, Old Lyre Kingdom

Appearance:

casual

work

Personality:
Somewhat keeps to himself but doesn't mind holding a conversation with people who approach him or starting a conversation if he wants to talk to someone. He is highly protective of his niece Kiimi as he is her guardian and also blames himself for what happened to their family. He is cautious, overly so, some might say, and while this is normally a blessing, it can sometimes be a curse. Will make a joke with as straight a face as he would talking to someone, making them wonder if her was serious or not until he would smirk at them for believing in some of his more outlandish tricks, however, when on mission, he makes it very clear that he will not waste words and he will mean everything he says to those around him. When on a salvage mission, any sliver of humor is gone and he becomes nearly robotic like as he meticulously picks his paths through the mainland, very careful not to let any slip ups happen again.

Bio:
Married to Kiimi's mother's quite younger sister, Jarred took Kiimi under his care after the accident where a shadow took their ship and everyone else aboard, Jarred and Kiimi, barely making it out on an emergency craft. Jarred had to quickly put the tragedy behind himself to be able to support Kiimi, returning to work as soon as a ship hired him. However, the stress from losing his wife and the rest of the family on board, weighed heavy on his heart. Even if was just their souless shells, having to put down his own wife and her family that he had come to know well, and in the presence of his crying niece, it still haunts him to this day. The experience is what drove Jarred to do better, becoming more cautious than ever, his attention to detail, quick thinking, and craftiness caused him to surge past the competition for scavengers. He was able to afford education and a decent living for Kiimi and even find her an apprenticeship with a ship engineer. Kiimi took to it so well, Jarred even supported her inventing endeavors, up until she had an accident while working on a new type of light, two seater flying craft that ran on a large merc tank and could be deployed easily from a ship. It was a simple mistake to make, but a fatal one nonetheless.

Luckily, the rescue teams were able to make it to Kiimi in time to save her, but not without her developing merc poisoning. With this, Jarred pulled her from the invention field and took a full time job on a single ship to help pay for her medical costs. Luckily, when she started to recover, Jarred was happy to see that she was back to her usual self, and trying to help where she could around the ship mechanically, becoming the top mechanical mind on board within only a few months. He was glad, for once, things seemed to become stable once more, and while he knew that he would always worry for her, he knew that if he never came back, she would be able to provide for herself should the need arise.

Equipment:
- steam armaments: modified over under shotgun (can still use old standard shells), heavy rifle, pistol.
- .45 pistol, 3 mags of 7 rounds
- 10 buckshot, 5 slugs
- heavy war cleaver
- scavenger gear

Extra notes:
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Cooking Fantasy maybe?

I have been waiting for far too long to use this pic! interested!