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[High Casual to Low Advance] [18+] Wide array!

Looking for more 1v1, open to most any ideas.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: His home

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Rhys gave a solemn nod as the boy informed him of his friends' deaths. So the Young Army's harsh regiment got them first? Perhaps it was for the best, giving this lad a better opportunity to see things as Rhys desired him to. While his motives were mainly selfish, Asher wouldn't deny he did feel something of compassion towards the boy. Though he figured that compassion was mainly resolved to show his old mentor up one on how you were supposed to train an apprentice- in any field. However, Tom Meadow's scream split the lovely conversation. With a curse, Rhys raised his hand and cast a Scream Screen over the room.

Wasting no more time, he doused the fire beneath his brewing potion and rushed into the small cell to find Tom about to go into cardiac arrest and bless his luck- breathing. Gripping the young wizard, Rhys was at a lost. He did not know much of the ways of things as this though he did look sharply up at the boy. "Stay here and don't you dare touch that bloody potion. Read a book, be careful with them." Snapped the wizard as he began weaving several spells together. [color=Gold][b]"Read the mind of this here Mot. Cause this heart to beat strong and steady- not so fast yet none to slow."[b][/color] He could not help Tom, and he was loath to see a boy come to such harm- a thought that was unlike him a part of him noted. But Tom would serve him better alive. "Mot listen here and listen well. When body is healed and mind is well I set a Call upon you. Return to your parents home. Take the rent to the Landlord in person." It was a weak spell, but the last thing Rhys needed was his tenant's son dying on his floor.

All these troubled boys were making him go soft, the killer grumbled. "Disappear, Reappear, Somewhere else, Take me there, Take me to Palace Infirmary. Disguise my look to appear tall and fierce. Golden hair and eyes of black." Giving Badger one last warning look that he had best behave. But the room was gone a second later and he reappeared in the Infirmary with a snarl, hoping that he would appear menacing as a Darke Magyk user. Oh, it would stir things up, but the boy would get care for better and worse. If he engaged with a ExtraOrdinary Wizard? All the better to vent his rising irritation!

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Skaoi Silverveil

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Location: Palace - Infirmity

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Skaoi blinked as she looked about hopelessly at the maze of halls and different routes one could take. Her teeth nibbled on her lower lip as she hefted the small basket with her herbs and other equipment higher on her hip. The palace infirmary was about here somewhere, but she was partially terrified to ask for directions. Would it be considered rude and troublesome? She had received the plea for aid from the Healer Becky- or whatever they called such people! It seemed to very through the areas she had traveled through to escape the lies and horrors her brother had cast upon her reputation. Cringing at the old memory, Skaoi ducked her head as a pair of guards passed giving her a set of odd looks.

While she was not exactly pleased to be brought into Courtly matters that were far beyond her mere status, Skaoi could not exactly refuse. Stumbling through the door she gave a sigh of relief at finally have found the correct room. Bowing low to the two women, Skaoi's plain gown and veil looked oddly out of place in a Palace. Being just a little too plain against the finery of the halls and her surroundings. A time ago she would have walked through halls similar to these quietly directing servants and following the wishes of her family, but those times were long gone. The women from the Eastern Snow Plains straightened carefully, lest the basket spill out it's delicate contents. "I am terribly sorry for my tardiness, Your Highness, Healer. I am unused to this grand Palace and did not wish to disturb the work going on to see you both in comfort." Seeming to shrink within herself at the words, Skaoi gently set the basket off to the side.

But as her blue eyes locked onto the Prince her demeanor changed considerably. No longer did she shrink but stand tall- well as tall as she could. Striding over to his bed side she closed her eyes in quick prayer she might save this life yet. "The Dragon-woman who came to the Palace declared him a 'mutant', yes? Могао бих га спасити." Giving a smaller bow to Princess Luna she directed the Royal with the tone of any doctor in a dire situation. Authority- though hers contained a edge of timidness. "If Your Highness would be so kind as to write down the information she can recall about those mentally ill family members? Names, relations, the noted instances of it. Please, Your Highness, no detail is too small."

Laying a hand upon the boy's arm, the Healer reached within herself and focused on shutting his powers down. Releasing him upon noting no change, she nodded to herself more than the other two. "Your Highness- Prince Myrus-," Skaoi notably cringing at using such a familarity with royals, but it seemed something the boy was used to so perhaps it would put him at ease. That was the key with powers she had noted. Feeling safe helped with most anything especially when odd things were happening without your consent. "Your Highness, we respect your wisdom of this 'Gold' but to help others you must first help yourself. We must be able to understand you." Her voice was a small thing, but her no-nonsense edge she took with young patients was there. A tone that generally appeared around those who needed it. With the upmost care Skaoi began slowly questioning the boy as to how he felt and running her hands over his forehead and checking his eyes. While she respected Becky, her own examination was necessary. If she had called upon the woman, Skaoi would be insulted if Becky did not do the same upon her patients. They were merely humans after all, and such folk made mistakes or missed things. It was their nature. So into the interrogation of the boy was she, Skaoi missed the entrance of another person to the room.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: his home

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So the lad was called 'Badger', not a bad name per sey. Though it made a sorry cut with the boy in too big of clothes and too small of shoes. Giving the latter a glare, Rhys gave a small curse of annoyance at the Young Army's foolishness. Your soliders could do more when they were fed, clothed, and cared for properly! The Wizard's Tower was proof enough of that! "Shift the shirt, tuck the trousers, Change the cobbled monstrosity." Rhys muttered the spell under his breathe as he gestured at 'Badger's' clothing. The spell was simple as was the one that followed it. Cleaning and resetting the lad's clothing to a proper size.

"Won't lie on this fact, lad. You've the eyes of a witch and a wizard. A rare trait and I'd say it's best you stick about and learn from someone and those people in the tower don't give a toss about the rest of us down here if we aren't part of their research." Perhaps there was a bit of self preening there, but Rhys knew he was good at his trade despite his off day yesterday. Leaving the potion to quite literally stew for a time, Rhys turned about to study the boy. "Those friend still about? Or did the riot get to them?" There was a slightly raised brow to go with the question, but it was a minor thing of note. Rather Rhys pressed for an answer. "Lad, I do need an answer from you. You want to stick about and learn, or risk the streets to make it to Wizard Tower or some Orphange? I won't stop you, but I will seal your memories of this place. A precaution is all."

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Richard Laine

Location Sidewalk

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Apparently angering people with guns was not the best of his ideas. Yet, for all it's faults he did feel slightly accomplished. Staring at his chest Richard felt himself falling backwards. His head and body striking the cement with a painful thud. A wetness trickling from his chest. A sticking substance slipping from his lips. With his powers this would not have been so worrying, but without them?

Fear gripped the Adder as he felt his heart stutter. Sending a pray up to whatever was listening, Richard prayed he died and wasn't experimented on. Or that his powers would returned soon and fix this mess. The pain was a white hot iron that bathed his mind and erased rational thought as a horrid scream ripped across the air. Yes, the Adder smiled with a emptiness in his eyes and he fought to remain aware. Kill them Ayita. Devour their corpses and teach them the cruelty you faced.

Ayita Dyrkin

Location Sidewalk

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Pain pierced her leg as Ayita stumbled, pitching forward slightly. Peering back, her amber eyes widened as she watched her brother hit the ground his chest a red stain of blood. Staring blankly at the body- for surely he could not survive? Ayita froze. Something twisted inside of her and she wanted to claw, rip and tear. This was not the instinct of the others creatures but her own and it was no instinct. Fury washed over the grief stricken mutant as tears streamed from her eyes and a unholy scream rang from her lips.

But it was not in Ayita's nature to be careless. While she felt the need for vengence, there was no reason to die trying to get it. Sometimes one had to be smart and wait verses a straight attack. The one who stayed alive after all, had the last laugh. Survival was the lesson she had learned amongst ice, snow and starvation. Hunters had been on her trail before and now they were again, but this time? She was not just going to run away. Shrugging off the pain of her leg, Ayita had felt worse during her shifting after all. When one's body tore itself to shreds? A bullet still hurt, but it could be by passed for a time.

Four men were approaching her and Allison, Ayita let go of the Seer and lunged for the gun. A bullet ripped through the air slamming into her right arm. Wincing, Ayita bit back the snarl of pain. Twisting on her foot the woman eyed her hunters and felt like a cornered animal despite her lack of powers. Smirking slightly Ayita gave a odd chuckle. "Powers gone." Tilting her head the woman gave a croon that was so like her brother's. Casting a odd look at the fallen body of her brother, Ayita tilted her head. "Feral's Hunt has begun." She seemed to say mostly to herself, as though unaware that her telepathy was no longer working. Taking a step back, she kept herself between the men and Allison despite their apparent defeat. Giving the woman a chance to move, to do something. For she would have her revenge. She would unleash a hunt against these humans. She, the most feral of all the mutants, let them think it was something else or someone else. In fact she was hoping for it. Their desire for information would buy time- perhaps. A chance she would take. Well did Ayita know the light of the animal was still in her eyes and the snarl on her lips.

If anyone pressed to get to Allison, Ayita would intercept them in attempt to drive them back and away from her friend.

[High Casual to Low Advance] [18+] Wide array!

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Darke Magyk - Concluded

Skaoi Silverveil

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Skaoi Silverveil

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Character Summary

Name: Skaoi Silverveil
Darke Name: Ioaks
Age: 27
Birthday: April 22
Birthplace: Eastern Snow Plains
Residence: The Forest (in a tree hut)
Gender: Female
Culture: Eastern Snow Plains
Education: Physik Training (Training in mutant power)
Position: Physician
Alignment: Lawful Good

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Appearance

Height: 5 foot 1 inches
Weight: 125~ pounds
Build: Delicately slim
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Silvery, though some swear it's gold in sunlight
Skin Tone: Pale white
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Personal Style: Skaoi dresses simply in loose cotton or woolen garments. Generally she will outright refuse to wear breeches or trousers. Keeping her clothing modest and a veil over her long hair. Something to both tone down her colorless appearance- as she sees it- and to keep her hair out of the way while working. Though she is a very modest and timid woman, Skaoi does have a love of embroidery. Though hers is not flashy it is complex and detailed.

For shoes, she prefers none if working in the gardens, a hobby of hers, or study shoes or slippers if in attending a patient. Skaoi, while a practical woman, does admire fine clothing though she constantly insists it's "too fine for the likes of me".

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Psychology

Caring * Timid * Warm * Quiet * Focused * Workaholic

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Modest, timid, and dainty. Skaoi is a woman who goes through life with her head down and hoping people won't look her way. She's merely a simple healer and that's a job that brings her enough joy. Though she will admire the finery of others she believes she doesn't deserve it. Seeing as she often puts her work before herself. Something many a fellow physicain had chastened her for. Especially when she is found near exhausted and about to pass out after pulling an all nighter to help a patient.

Yet for her caring ways, Skaoi is a bit too timid. Allowing others to dictate her life for her quiet often and unable to refuse anyone anything. Often shouldering blame which was not rightly hers. A fact that was taken advantage of many person thorough out her life. Skaoi give freely and asks for nothing back. Often giving smiles and aid, while any gift received is often done so to a very embarrassed physician.
Habits: Agreeing with others, shouldering blame not her own, and often not making eye contact.
Hobbies: She enjoys reading, embroidery, and gardening along side her work. Though she also likes to cook and sew, she finds more worth being surrounded by plants.
Fears:

• Being blamed for wrongs both her own and not.
• People pulling weapons and/or attacking her.
• Spiders. She fears those that are still alive.

Likes: 6 minimal

• Helping those about her
• Gardening
• Embroidery
• A good book
• A orderly workplace/home
• Cooking

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Weapons
• Those who are naturally loud
• Thunderstorms
• People who try to stress/harm her patients
• Heights
• Failing

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• Cooking
• Gardening
• Embroidery/Weaving
• Perceptive
• Understanding the human body
• Going unnoticed
• Singing

Cultural Skills: DO NOT FILL THESE OUT! Once you have filled out everything BUT your skills, submit the sheet to the GM for approval. If approved, you will receive your occupational and cultural skills from the GM and you can then fill in your general skills. Once that is done, submit your CS for a final approval.

• Language (Serbian) - the user has complete fluency, able to read, write, and communicate in this language with ease. This skill includes the ability to mimic a Serbian accent and gives the user an increased chance of understanding other languages from this language family without prior study.
• Cultural Knowledge (Eastern Snowplains) - the knowledge of the practices and customs of the Eastern SnowPlains, as well as the general structure of its society and the rules of its major religions.
• Country Knowledge (Eastern SnowPlains) - The knowledge of the general geography of the Eastern SnowPlains. This includes the ability to find a path from one location to another, as well as a knowledge of the culture and customs of that country.

Occupational Skills:

• Potions - The ability to turn Magyk into a liquid form by mixing together various ingredients.
  Herbology - The ability to use plants and fungi in order to produce a desired Magykal effect. This is typically used in tandem with Physik and the creation of potions.
• Plant Identification - The ability to recognize plants native to the Castle and distinguish them from non-native plants. This includes a general knowledge of their applications - i.e. poisonous plants v medicinal plants.
• Sketching - The ability to capture an image, whether real or imagined, by putting ink on paper.
• Physik - The ability to manipulate the elements and natural ingredients in order to heal. This includes knowledge of the most common herbs used in Physik, but is a poor substitute for a plant identification skill.
• Power Negation - The ability to nullify the powers of others through touch. The user must consciously choose to do this. This ability will only work on other mutant powers or powers granted permanently through exposure to the бесконачни каменци.
• Diagnosis - The ability to perform the identification of the nature of an illness or other problem by examination of the symptoms. This includes a general awareness of different common maladies.

What Is On Your Person:

• A small knife set for harvesting herbs and bark from trees.
• A small needle and several differently colored threads with a small scrap of embroidery cloth
• A small pouch on her belt for medical components
• A small purse for her coins and embroidery kit
• Several tightly rolled bandages
• A small notebook and charcoal pencil for notes
• A basket for more components and potions.

Residence:

• A rather well made and stocked bookshelf. (Also holds her embroidery)
• A bed for patients, as well as one for herself
• A loom for weaving.
• A stash of ingredients for making potions (And poisons though she does only to get the antitoxin).
• A lab for her potions to be brewed in along with all the components for making potions
• A tended garden at the base of her home.

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History

Your Path: This was not the path she would have chosen for herself, but one she sees that has been set before her. Skaoi sees that she has little choice but to accept this exile from her homeland and people in general. While she does at times wish for the life she would have lead if not for her brother's intervention, Skaoi sees no reason to lament over what might have been, rather accepting what would be isn't and what is, is.

General History: Skaoi Silverveil. It was not the family name she was born with, but for all intents and purposes it became the name the physcian wore. Like a well tailored coat it fits her well, albeit it a bit flashy for the timid woman's tastes. In truth she was of the blue blood of the Empire that dwelt among the Eastern Snow Plains. Her nobles parents Nikola and Iskra Dedic were estranged from her. Surrounded by the servants of her family, the child never had the spirit to be cruel or mean to them. But rather she displayed a passive and quiet nature which her older siblings took advantage of. Often blaming the young Skaoi for their misdeeds rather than suffer the punishment themselves. While she knew she was doing them no favors, it seemed easier to take the anger from the offended party and the scorn of her kin, than the added outrage from the trouble maker. She grew up hearing tales of бесконачни каменци and learning skills that would best aid her in finding a suitable husband to advance her family's standing. Namely the skills of weaving and embroidery fine clothes and the making of medicine to ease an old man's life.

It was successful to some extent as well! Her parents were setting up a possible engagement with a very old and very lonely man. One who required a nurse, as well as possibly heirs as his own sons had both fallen late in his life and no legitimate children were born. Perhaps a reason why he could not seek ties among those of the same rank as he! But alas fate intervened in the union. Damir, Skaoi's older brother, who was by no means a saint though he often appeared to be. His sins falling on Skaoi to shoulder. It was the night of a grand fete, where Damir and several friends became roaring drunk an idea struck the eldest Dedic. His friends were bemoaning the fact they were to wed women too young, old, fat, thin, or too shrewd. For parents looked at breeding and not always the face of the bride potential. Well, Damir had a pretty sister did he not? Sure she was to be married soon, but a bit of teasing wouldn't harm anything? So Damir and his mates found his passive sister and their teasing and jeers herded her to the private gardens. Damir had slipped away so as to not get caught in the whirlwind that followed after she was found without an escorted with such a rowdy group. However as men will they boasted of their deeds and the story expanded. Growing as a weed sinking it's roots into doubts. Skaoi unable to remain while looks were sent sideways at her. Her mother and father furious as the old man retracted his interest under the guise of the bride-to-be being of questionable virtue. But it worsened. The man died of sudden and surprisingly. His servants having found him having a fit in his bed, and speaking in tongues. The whispers of foul play or poison seeped to feed the roots of the strangling noose about Skaoi's neck. For surely a woman so skilled in an physician's arts would be able to pull it off!

So she left and fled to the Castle. A place hopefully far away enough that the tales of her wrong doing would not taint the life she needed to build for herself anew. Though there were some issues seeing as she was naive and near penniless. Working her trade as physician and often being scammed, Skaoi finally made it to the Castle where she found a home amongst the Forest. In a particular tree hut, though she fears heights it was all she could afford the rent of. Tending to a weathered old woman, and the prior owner, til the elder physician past and Skaoi was given the deed to the place.

Thoughts on Queen Meliscente: She doesn't see it as her place to have thoughts other than whomever did it was doing a very terrible thing. Murder is not something Skaoi is comfortable with, and the possibility that one of the Princesses killed their own mother horrifies her. For such things go against her pacifistic nature.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Oh, Hello there. I'm terribly sorry I was such a inconvenience."
Theme Song:
Anything Else: Rhys (Because I'm cheeky): Posts
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Relationships- Book One

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The Scroll

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Skaoi Silverveil

"It is good to see that you are well, I hope."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🌓Neutral Arya Rincewind 🌓Neutral
"A wise woman."
Arya Rincewind is a fine woman and ExtraOrdinary Wizard. Skaoi however is a bit worried about all the issues that have cropped up over the Coronation. With riots and the many mysteries about the Palace, Skaoi is quite worried about the safety of the kingdom and herself. Though privately she worries about Arya's teaching abilities.

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🌓Neutral Queen Valda 🌓Neutral
"Untested, untried, unfit."
Publicly she is demure and accepts Valda as Queen of the Castle. Privately she worries about how untried the new queen is. Not to mention the whole deal with the wytches and the dragons at the coronation. Though she feels increbily guilty for thinking this, as it's not really her place to say such things about royalty.

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🌓Neutral Cuyler Eysteinsson 🌓Neutral
"Thoughts"
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🌓Neutral Fluer La Malificurm 🌓Neutral
"Thoughts"
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🌓Neutral Princess Luna 🌓Neutral
"What would she be as a Queen?"
She stepped in as the Princess's doctor when the younger Princess was lacking one. Stumbling over her words and her own nerves of being so close to one of the royals. Skaoi found the Princess quite the dear. But it worried the woman when the Queen was killed and the girl was passed over for her older sister. Skaoi sees Luna as perhaps a better Queen to be than Valda.

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🌓Neutral Atkin Bowman 🌓Neutral
"Thoughts"
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🌓Neutral Rhys Asher 🌓Neutral
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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🌓Neutral Myrus Marcellus Silvers 🌓Neutral
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Relationships- Book Two

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The Scroll

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Skaoi Silverveil

"It is good to see that you are well, I hope."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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👋Acquaintance Arya Rincewind 👋Acquaintance
"A wise woman."
Arya Rincewind is a fine woman and ExtraOrdinary Wizard. Skaoi however is a bit worried about all the issues that have cropped up over the Coronation. With riots and the many mysteries about the Palace, Skaoi is quite worried about the safety of the kingdom and herself. Though privately she worries about Arya's teaching abilities. Now as she teaches the ExtraOrdinary Wizard Physik skills, Skaoi has become slightly more comfortable with her. Though she is not as open with the woman as Myrus.

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💀Dislikes Queen Valda 💀Dislikes
"Wild Child Witch."
Publicly she is demure and accepts Valda as Queen of the Castle. Privately she worries about how untried the new queen is. Not to mention the whole deal with the wytches and the dragons at the coronation. Though she feels incredibly guilty for thinking this, as it's not really her place to say such things about royalty. But in the months since then Skaoi worries about Valda's wild tendencies.

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🌓Neutral Cuyler Eysteinsson 🌓Neutral
"Sturdy."
A sturdy man, a good match she thinks for Arya. For all things of power need solid ground to stand firm.

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💀Dislikes Fluer La Malificurm 💀Dislikes
"The Witch Mother of Mayhem!"
Though she won't voice them, Skaoi does not care for the Port Witch Coven. They put a good many people in the ground and that she has a problem with. That Fleur leads them?

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🌓Neutral Princess Luna 🌓Neutral
"What would she be as a Queen?"
She stepped in as the Princess's doctor when the younger Princess was lacking one. Stumbling over her words and her own nerves of being so close to one of the royals. Skaoi found the Princess quite the dear. But it worried the woman when the Queen was killed and the girl was passed over for her older sister. Skaoi sees Luna as perhaps a better Queen to be than Valda. Now with this talk of marriage, Skaoi quietly worries for the young Princess's heart and what the future will hold for her.

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🌓Neutral Atkin Bowman 🌓Neutral
"The aspiring apprentice."
A boy who rushes into danger it seems and has a habit of making Skaoi nervous his his manners. Atkin may mean well, but Skaoi is unsure what to do with him as the ExtraOrdinary Wizard's Apprentice is so unlike Myrus.

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🌓Neutral Rhys Asher 🌓Neutral
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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💙Good Friends Myrus Marcellus Silvers 💙Good Friends
"The charming young boy- who happens to be a Prince."
Throughout her time tending to Myrus, Skaoi has gotten comfortable about the young man. Enough that she soothes him when his powers spin out of control as they tend to do naturally in a young boy and tease him lightly of things. Despite Myrus being a Prince, Skaoi is relax about him though she still remains quiet and meek for the most part. She often finds herself smiling over his accomplishments and worrying for him.

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💀Dislikes Amarantha 💀Dislikes
"Leader of those who were born to die."
Skaoi doesn't hold with child armies, nor does she understand the Young Army. To Skaoi it's obscene and she recoils from what Amarantha leads rather than allow herself to get to know the woman herself. Though the woman winces at her own lack of manners and rudeness for those opinions.

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🌓Neutral Sylvi the Bard 🌓Neutral
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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🌓Neutral [color=F0OAE2]Myth the Muse[/color] 🌓Neutral
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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🌓Neutral Bruce Banner 🌓Neutral
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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🌓Neutral Marcellus Dumont 🌓Neutral
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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🌓Neutral Tristan Alvissen 🌓Neutral
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Blood's Jewels (Closed)

Blood's Jewels

“Terreille in Trouble”

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Faeril Ashkevron

Location - Ashkevron Residence in Askavi

Faeril studied the Queen from Hyall as she sipped at the tea, a pinky delicately extended in the proper manners of old. A habit ingrained by her mother when she still lived amongst the Court. But those had been so many years ago, and while she could sympathize with a single Queen's duty to her people... The fact was Faeril had larger issues at hand. The entire Realm was at stake. No, the Black Widow corrected herself, all the Realms from Terreille to Hell and back were at stake. This taint would not stop, it would only worsen until everything was but a shell of what it once was. While her instincts as a Widow declared this woman the one she had been looking for, the Queen she desired who would hold the leash to the triangle she had seen, there was also the possibility this one would not have the spine. A sad thing, for if she did not neither her nor her escort would leave the mountains alive. They simply could not risk it.

Her voice creaked and groaned with false age as she held the web tight. Oh, but the power of this Queen! The will of the Blood! How the Ice Healer hoped and feared what would and would not be! Setting the cup on the small table the weathered hands pulled the shall tighter about herself, the leathery wings behind her rustling. "You seek to help your people, or so you claim." Her grandmotherly voice was soft and there was unyielding iron in it as she leaned forward offering out a weathered hand. Even if she was touched the illusion would hold, though not for long. "But so many have sought me out for my skills. For ill, for good. Such things are easily masked, save for within. Allow to me see the truth within your mind." For a Black Widow to touch one's mind it was a huge risk to both parties. If the Widow wished to harm the person and they were not strong enough to defend, they would be reduced to madness by fighting a intruder within themselves. If the other wished to harm the Widow? It was all too easy to drive a knife into the old hag's ribs. Though there was also the fact of three Eyriens, two of which were Warlord Princes, outside the door most likely hovering about the keyhole. Which all three were infact doing. "You ask this for your people, I ask this for my Realm and all the others aside." There was a edge to the Black Widow-Healer's ravened voice as she stared with icey blue eyes that were misty with age through the dull air to Fatima.

@TorackWhen Lucivar emerged from a quick shower and change, he would find his rooms encased in shields of green. A protective barrier turned prison upon the Ebon-Grey Warlord Prince. The Master of the Guard he had so carefully considered at first stood before his doors if the Eyrien cared to open them. At his hip a sword that spoke of wealth and not use. To his left, and thus her right, was Sonya Thorne. The rival queen to the late Karlianne. Her jewel of rank was the Opal but it was the Hyallian- cocky as ever- who held the barrier against the Consort of the late Territory Queen. In the crook of Colten Swett's arm was Andressa, the woman looking worse for wear and bleeding from a wound that had stunned her upside the head. "You shall lay down your weapons and surrender your jewels at once, Eyrien." The voice of Sonya rang in challenge as she stood tall and proud. A blight against her own ravaging of her people. Though it would come as little surprise if anyone saw the greedy glint in her eyes. "You're Queen is dead, and your lands are confiscated per her mistreatment of the Blood."

Colten Swett grinned as he gripped Andressa tighter, holding a knife fast to her throat. While murder was not against the law of the Blood, compensation could be asked for or demanded for. Sonya gave a smirk as she studied the Eyrien before her. He was a large brute, typical of the race. While the other Queens would hem and haw, they would not dare openly challenge her and with word already going out about her usurping the Territory from Karlianne while the girl- for the late Queen was far younger than the prime age of Sonya- puttered about. Letting the Landens trample over the standards set by the Blood and risking revolts. Oh they would murder a few Blood villages and make it look like the Landens did it and vice versa. In fact the Hyallians were already doing so. The bodies would be quickly disposed of to hide any evidence. Some true rebellions would sprout up like weeds in her rose garden but they would only increase the idea in the minds of other queens that Sonya was correct in her actions.

It was all rather ingenious!

@nohbdies The lad nodded in agreement, Liran being the first to speak. "We need to make sure our sister and grandmother have gotten away. They live outside the city on our grandmother's farm." His brother nodded quickly. Panic passing over his face at the thought of their kin so vulnerable to attack. They did not spare another word as both quickly fled. They knew the hills and surrounding lands well, and seemed to have to quarrel with crossing a dangerous zone.

[High Casual to Low Advance] [18+] Wide array!

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