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To everyone waiting on replies. They most likely will be out tomorrow or Saterday. I need to get a part for my computer!
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Bio
Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...
I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.
You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.
I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.
Richard groaned as Guin snapped at him. "You don't take orders, period." The former assassin retorted tartly, before turning his attention to the little brat who kept annoying him. He never had a thing against fairies, but he was starting to get one."Lovely, excellent. Did he perhaps tell you how he got unstuck?" The snake-eyed man rolled his eyes with exaggeration. All in all, Richard was very aware he could do very little without hurting himself with how Dean was still stuck in him. So it was better to wait this entire thing out and just lay still and keep the 'Puppy' still as well.
"Probably because I slammed his forehead in the door and he decided to grow a pair at the worst time." Richard groused to Beast as the man appeared in the doorway. Closing his eyes, Richard shrugged best he could without ripping something inside of himself and sighed. "Ayita can receive all types of blood, but she can't give any. A+ myself so I don't know that I can help." Giving the boy in his arms a look, Richard groaned. "Just get a damn surgical blade, a keg of liquor and start letting me drink. Then start cutting. I'll heal, just may take a bit." Richard winced, "Of course I'd prefer the least painful route, but beats getting your arm blown off and regrowing it." Glancing at Beast the former assassin shrugged. "Army.I- ah- took a permanent leave when I noticed what was happening."
Ayita Dyrkin
Location: Outside(First Floor)
Well, Ayita felt the instincts of the bear roll about her like currents of the ocean. Her coherent sense of self so far above her head, like the surface of the waves. Yet why should she obtain that back? The bear was using her knowledge and controlling their body just as well as she would have and in this sea of thought she was comfortable. Fear, doubts, restraint. It was all brushed away with the constant rhythm of the shifting ways life moved. The swirls of the wind, the steady turn of the seasons, the constant swells and crests of waves. These were things that no 'human' could understand, even if they called themselves mutants. Marygold and her 'wisedom' to be better! Bah! The bear roared as it was thrown back and the earth around Bear-Ayita was erupted from Scott's blasts. As if that horrid little she-bitch knew of the drive of survival.
Death always came in the end and while Ayita had no desire to die, she had no desire to allow her mate and pack to die. So she had acted, allowed the instincts to drive her and took a life. Surging up through the waves of instinct, Ayita scrambled for the surface. No doubt these hunters would want her pelt and meat as well, and she was of mind with the hunters. That desire to remain living drove her against the barrier of instinct. The great white bear swung it's head towards the married pair, letting out a snarling roar as Ayita's mind returned in full force. Let these hunters beware! She'd feast upon them for their desire to hunt her! Slamming into Scott, the bear's rush jarred the man's glasses and the laser hit Ayita and the two other women sending them to the ground.
Gennar 'Gen' - Green Jeweled Warlord Escort of Faeril Ashkevron
Denvar Saroth - Tiger-eye Jeweled Warlord Prince, Older Brother to Gen
Bellinar Saroth - Tiger-eye Jeweled Warlord Prince, Twin to Denvar
Dorothea Kattalakis - Grey Jeweled Priestess and Queen of Hyall
Thom - Glacien/Dhemlan
Dorothea Saintinne
Character Summary
Name: Dorothea Saintinne Age: Over 4000, exact age isn't wise to discuss Birthday: April 14 Gender: Female Caste: Queen and Priestess Jewel (Birthright/Offering): Birthright Green/ Offering Red Position: Queen and High Priestess of Hayll
Appearance
Height: 5 foot 6 inches Weight: 130 pounds Build: Lean Eyes: Pale gold Hair: Black with grey streaks (generally hidden with spells) Skin Tone: Golden tan Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Earrings, and a scar just on her rib cage (usually disguised by spells).
Psychology
Ambitious * Selfish
Summary: Dorothea can be described as a woman who wanted something and who obtained it. She was a lowly Queen who was a aide to a Provincial Queen. Eager she wooed the Queen's Court to her side with flirtatious games and blackmail. She spent years setting a solid ground for stealing away the Provincial's Queen Court and succeeded with a few mysterious deaths. The Territory Queen of Hayll could not have such a young and untested Queen in such a position of power, but as her family was in considerable political debt to Saintinne her hand was tied. Dorothea remained in power and from there planted and usurped the power over the years. The other young Queens eager for the power and freedom Dorothea had, never caring about the cost. Those who tried to defy the rising Queen found themselves broken of to basic Craft and their Jewels useless, dead, or imprisoned and reduced to chattel for Dorothea's amusements. Now she is poised as the Queen of Hayll to take the entirety of Terreille.
Athanasia had seen many things in her life, considering she was ten and everything. Her mother had a penchant for leading her daughter off into the depths of history. Explaining the different aspects to the younger girl. Though it was a question if Athanasia was listening or thinking about some wondrous amazing fact she had been told already. Of course when Mona broke the window, it snapped the pale girl's attention away to the tinkling of fallen glass as their coach took his bat back. His obsession with the object surely wasn't healthy, a small thought flickered in and out of the girl's mind before she noted that Roman's gang wasn't exactly just tall any more. Black eyes blinked as Athanasia took a step back, then another.
Well, she was a half-blood and it was no secret. Being half Swedish and American however was not something Athanasia chattered on about. A word or two in her mother's tongue perhaps! Though her black eye twitched as she glared at Roman with cold, pitiless eyes."Appetizers!? I am ten! Not food! Even for lÄnga olyckor i naturen!" Athanasia snarled the insult though she did remember well enough a good few stories about the cyclops and well, real or not, she was ten. They were taller, meaner, and she didn't have a sword or parasol with her! If she did, why! She'd teach them a thing or two. Scampering towards Kiera who was the epithet of safety for the minute and into the school the pale girl bolted after Coach Hedge. "Oh, la! There no need to be coarse!" She admonished the tiny man. "And- Why are there Cyclops at the school? Their too stupid to learn!" It made sense that cyclops existed, even if mother said it was only a legend. It was just like the giant three headed puppy right? One body, three heads a whole lot of adorable and cuteness. If cyclops were real, then that was real to?
"My darling, you would not be so foolish as to tempt me would you?"
Character Summary:
Name: Saetan SaDiablo Aliases: High Lord, The Sadist, The Executioner, High Priest Age: 2,839 years old Birthday: October 15 Race/Species: Hayllian Gender: Male Birhtplace: The backstreets of Draega Jewel Color (Birthright and Offering): Birthright - Red/Offering - Black Class/Caste: Warlord Prince/Black Widow Languages: Eryian, Common, Hayllian, Dhemlan, and essentially most everything else. Occupation: High Lord of Hell, Dorothea's 'Pet', Warlord Prince of Dhemlan in Kaeleer, High Priest of the Hourglass Coven
Appearance
Height: 6 foot 2 inches Weight: Average weight Body Type: Lean, well built Eye Color: Gold Hair Color: Black Skin Tone: Tan skin
Character psychology
Sexuality: Straight, though he can and does seduce men Relationship Status: Single Personality: Saetan is a man who deeply hates his own race and would destroy it in a heartbeat if he could. Fortunately for them however, the High Lord holds his honor above his hatred, using it as a leash to keep himself in check and not wipe out those innocents who had have nothing to do under Dorothea's thumb. This mercy does not extend to the rest of the women who flock to Dororthea to see him, from them he quickly gained the name 'Sadist'. Where before he put his skills to terrifying use on the killing field, Saetan now puts them to use to discourage women from seeking him out. Knowing that while he will be punished for it, Dorothea does not dare kill him. Hyall's bloodlines are failing to produce the darker jewels that the Priestess-Queen needs to increase her influence and at the crux of a plan that has taken over fifteen hundred years to come to fruition time is critical.
This, however, does not mean that Saetan is without care. He cares deeply for a select few, but as a essential prisoner under Dorothea he dare not reach out a hand in friendship as the woman is quick to use these things against him. So he keeps his approval of others convert. However, as the ruling Warlord Prince of Dhemlan he has been very secretive of his position under Dorothea to those people from Kaeleer. Caring about what those people think of him. As if they could ever connect the Warlord Prince SaDiablo with Saetan, Dorothea's pet war prisoner. But Saetan is biding his time. Waiting until he finds a Queen worth the chance of freedom who can challenge Dorothea as he himself dares not to unless he wishes to spark the war between Kaeleer and Terreille, putting the Dhemlan people he presides over at risk. Habits:
Drinking often
Smoking
Always wearing his tinted black nails long
Dressing immaculately
Hobbies:
Drinking/Smoking
Thwarting Dorothea's plans
Reading
Playing the violin
Teaching Craft to children
Fears:
Siring a child under Dorothea's control
Starting a war between the Realms
Finding his Queen only for Dorothea to slay her
Likes:
Drinking/Smoking
Reading
Scaring the clucking women who flock about Dorothea and her pet Queens
Children
His Hall in Kaeleer
Dislikes:
Dorothea
Dorothea's pet Queens
Those who do not follow Protocol
Dogs
Skills
General Skills:
Seducing men and women alike
Courtly Manners/Dancing
Courtly subterfuge
Playing the violin
Making potions/poisons
Combat Skills:
Knife/Dagger (rusty)
Sword fighting (rusty)
Hand to Hand (rusty)
Snaketooth poisoning
Magical Skills:
Seducing via the Craft
Mentally tearing apart someone's mind
Killing via the Craft
Histoy
Background: Born in a rickety house in Draega, the capital of Hayll to a whore. His mother cared for her son the best she could. But perished shortly into Saetan's life. From there Saetan was granted his Birthright Red and made the Offering for his Black jewels. Between the two he sought work where he could find it. Picking up skills quickly at charming women and fighting off those who would take his profits from him. Playing a randy rogue, he lived on the 'gifts' of his female friends til he made the Offering and received the Black. It was roughly about this time that he began working in Courts as a variety of positions and more often than not a Consort.
It was around 200 years into his life that Saetan left Terreille, sickened by the games of the Courts in Hayll. Especially the younger Queens that were appearing and flocking about the new Provincal Queen Dorothea, a woman well on her way to power. No longer the boy he had been or the handsome Haylllian, in Kaeleer he was recognized as a force to be reckoned with. While Terreille was his birthplace, Kaeleer became his home and the rules of Protocol were as he was taught and not the twisted form they were becoming in Terreille. Especially in Hayll. It was around when he was four hundred that he had established himself as a powerful Warlord Prince and the Dhemlan Queens asked this man in his prime to take the rule of Dhemlan Terreille and Kaeleer. Accepting he ruled for a thousand years give or take and he did well with protecting and defending Dhemlan.
But Hyall had grown greedy in his absence. Saetan had ruled in Dhemlan and was not going to take Hyall's intrusions lightly. But things did not pan out as the High Priest hoped. Dhemlan won, but at a cost. Heketah, a demon dead woman, had approached Saetan and lured him into a meeting only for Saetan at a crucial point in the victory to be forced to make a choice between his country and people or himself. While Dhemlan had won, Pruul and Raej had allied with Hyall thanks to Queens that had been set up in their economically weakened courts and were now poised to strike at the Terreille Dhemlan. Saetan gave himself over as prisoner and Dhemlan was given over a proper Queen. Not that her fair and just rule lasted long. Soon Dhemlans forgot about a Warlord Prince thanks to Dorothea's machinations. Since then Saetan has been working on subverting the Preistess-Queen, contained though he is by a band of compliance. A object forged by craft that Dorothea controls and if compliance is not given, pain is.
Additional Information
Other: Theme Song:
Faeril Ashkevron
"I can take you apart just as well as I can put you back together."
Character Summary:
Name: Faeril Ashkevron Aliases: Fae, Ashke, Scalpel Tongue, Ice Healer, Iron Healer, Razor Tongue Age: 953 years old Birthday: November 29 Race/Species: Eryian Gender: Female Birhtplace: Doun, Askavi Jewel Color (Birthright and Offering): Birthright - Blood opal/Offering - Red Class/Caste: Healer/Black Widow Languages: Eryian, Common Occupation: Healer, Secretive Poison/Potion Dealer, Hourglass Coven Black Widow
Sexuality: Bisexual, though she prefers men Relationship Status: Single Personality: No nonsense, sharp and to the point. Faeril will beat about the bush should she be unsure of something or unwilling to reveal something. Generally in these cases she's trying to avoid lying. But she is very capable of it. Lying to herself, to patients, to everyone she sees regularly about many things. She expects her word to be done when attending to her patients or wounds. Mental or otherwise. This also reflects in her refusal to accept excuses and her quickness to punish failure in those about her and herself. All brought about by her job as a Healer. To Faeril failure results in death and that is unacceptable and inexcusable. The eyes of the dead she failed to save and brought the death to haunt her. Not that she will admit it. Shielding herself in a wall of mental ice.
This is not to say that Fae is without feeling. She feels very deeply, but due to her abilities and profession she buries this side of her deeply. Under sharp wit, tongue and a devil-may-care attitude for everyone. Subordinates, and authority alike is beneath her when she is working. Everyone is expendable, but she will often try to save everyone she can. Pushing herself hard to do as much as she can without harming her beloved jewels. Something she is very careful of, aware she can save more with them being whole them either being shattered or drained. But she desires more. A place were she will not fear if any find out of her Black Widow status. With a dark humor, and a hand for politics she has ambition to claim enough power to increase her own. For those who get in her way, she will render them into madness and their body to meat unfit for Hell. Habits:
Pacing when in the height of emotion or thinking hard
Biting at her crooked forefinger when thinking
Always wearing gloves
Dressing immaculately and abhorring wrinkles
Speaking with her hands
Hobbies:
Bossing people about
Making Potions/Poisons
Shopping for/Acquiring clothes, accessories
Verbally berating people
Messing with people's outlooks
Fears:
Dying and facing the patients she lost
Healing and loosing a friend or kin
The nightmares of the dead
Being exposed as a Black Widow
Likes:
Bossing people about/Verbally berating people/Messing with people's outlooks
Potions/Poisons
Clothes, accessories
Healing someone successfully
Torturing/Killing a threat
Dislikes:
Being bossed about, berated, or messed with
Losing a patient
Messy Clothes
Failure/excuses
Dogs
Skills
General Skills:
Diplomacy/Lecturing
Dancing
Flying
Cooking
Making potions/poisons
Combat Skills:
Knife/Dagger
Limited Hand to Hand
Snaketooth poisoning
Magical Skills:
Healing - Adept at working with the body, or taking it apart
Mental - As a Black Widow she is Adept at weaving her tangled webs about the minds of others, or ferreting out the truth
Making Poisons/Potions - Adept at the brewing of poisons and potions for good or ill. [color=]What they carry on them: [/color]
A keen edged long knife
A embroidery kit.
A basket of Healer supplies
A basket containing materials to weave a tangled web
Several books for reading or journals.
Histoy
Background: The Ashkevrons... An old and powerful Eyrien family though most would not think of them as such. Their power is in a bloodline rich in Black Widows. The ancestral eyrie had been carved from the mountain about them from countless generations of fathers, lovers, and brothers. The distaff line holding the key to the place and the name they possess. Faeril was born to Nivarian, a Queen and Black Widow of the Grey jewel, and her consort at the time. A Warlord named Falkar who wore the red. She grew up watching the workings of the court from a young age and learned the basic skills of a Black Widow from her very cradle. For her mother was not so busy as to deny her daughter the family teachings whether she would turn out to be a Widow or no. But it was shortly after her Birthright ceremony when Faeril was given the Blood Opal that her mother was slain by assassination. Nivarian had sensed something coming and sent her daughter to live in the family home that was held by her sister, Lumerian, who had no children of her own. Black widows were already being whispered about as 'unnatural women', and Nivarian's death only confirm this in many eyes.
When Faeril's snaketooth grew in over her years of puberty, Lumerian taught her niece far more of their shared craft. So the young woman split her time with her aunt in secret teachings of the craft that was becoming more and more dangerous to practice and her more open and readily admitted Healer training. Faeril wasted no time with her no nonsense attitude, nor did Lumerian waste anytime teaching her quickly raising her sister's child to a journeyman in the Hourglass Coven. It was when she was a hundred and fifty two that Faeril achieved Master status among her Craft as a Widow and two hundred by the time she became a full fledged healer. Well respected if disliked for her harsh tongue. But the Healer came too late as her aunt failed to notice the days and died of her snake tooth's venom.
Distraught though she was over her aunt's death, Faeril did not abandon the village she lived in nor family home. Sending out a plea for aid from a close friend and her escort. For as a Black Widow herself, Faeril suspected her aunt had been drugged by someone into forgetting and did not feel as though a early grave would suit her. Gen Saroth and his twin brothers Denar and Belor answered her call and all three were ready for a fight. Their mother was a sweet woman, but her mind had been shattered thanks to the boys' father a Hyallian male. Gen had sought aid from Nivarian when he was old enough to challenge his father and gotten it readily. The Hyall male was sent off and their mother's mind was healed as much as Lumerian and Nivarian could heal the woman. She still was a good deal lost in the madness and her ability with the Craft was next to nothing, but the twins and Gen both swore a debt to the Ashkevron family. After Lumerian's death the four Eyrien Blood sought out the males' father and Faeril ripped the knowledge from his mind. Leaving him for the wolves of the mountain. His body nothing more than a sack of meat, the bones all being dislocated and crushed to gravel with Faeril's skill and might.
Over her nine and a half centuries of existence, Faeril has known many. Enjoy the company of friends and rivals alike. But while has had her 'little Healer's cadre' there are few she has taken into her embrace as a lover. She has confided in each that she fears losing them while trying to heal them. Though her sharp tongue and frosty demeanor tend to scare most off. Much to her constant friend Saroth's, a fellow Eryian, amusement and exasperation. While he is of her circle and was one of her first guards as a Healer. Their relationship was more one of quick wit, unwavering friendship and benefits on the side. Neither believe themselves 'correct' for the other. Which would be completely right in the fact that Saroth preferred men to women just as much as Fae does. But it was Saroth who held Faeril together when she lost her first, and thus far, only child. Born stillborn, the child was not only Faeril's but Saroth's as well. Faeril had decided to make the attempt to be a mother and Saroth had been happy to be a donor of sorts. But Saroth had pulled himself together and Faeril as well, dragging her back from the brink of willing herself to death. Since that day 150 years ago, Faeril has refused to take another lover or even consider children. Stating she would not be a good mother. Even if Saroth is exempt from the first rule, if merely for his ability to be one of the few who can brave through her harsh tongue.
Additional Information
Other: Her and Gen Saroth's stillborn son is something neither talk about. Theme Song:
Location: Terrielle (for now) Time Frame: Renaissance-esque with some modern technology. (Namely they have no synthetic material and they do have plumping and such) Rp Tags: Fantasy, Medieval, Magic, Slice of Life, Romance, Adventure, High-Casual, Advance, Character Developement, Lore, Politics Type Of RP: A high fantasy adventure roleplay based around creating a revolution against a evil woman and restoring the Blood to what they should be. As a warning character death may happen as we have dice mechanics, though the chances are very low. Goal of the RP: The players needs to get out of Terrielle but they also need to get the Queen of the only Black Jeweled Warlord Prince out of Terrielle unless Dorothea uses her to control the Prince. Character Requirements: 16 years of age or older, in need of males
Premise
Evil Queens, Ruined land, and the laws of the Blood being forgotten. This Plot centers around Dorothea, a Priestess and Queen of Hyall. She has her fingers stretched across the realm of Terreille and is slowly sinking in her fingers with delight as the Queens under her control reap the benefits they have worked centuries for. They did this by placing Queens who were eager for Dorotheaâs favor in power, and by killing off competition, and casting out lies and rumors against the Black Widows who did not work in the court of the Queens. Essentially making it dangerous for the Widows to practice their craft with many looking at them with distrust- some even hauling them before Queens or Warlord Princes for âjusticeâ before their murder, while others just outright kill them with the old âget them before they get usâ mentality. For the lies told of their abilities to corrupt the mind at will, how they kill rivals with poison and that half of them are mad with the so called âvisionsâ they recieve. Warlord Princes and those males of the dark Jewels are being forced to wear the Band of Compliance and yield themselves to being little more than slaves in anything but name, if they donât comply with the Queens. Dorothea has also brought back slavery to the Blood.
However, the Gates to Kaeleer remain open as Kaeleer remains the darker of the two living realms. Ambassadors from various realms there come and go in the courts. Carefully guided by their hosts, as to not bear witness to the horrors that the Queens are slowly moving into place. Should one see? Those generally go missing, Often to resurface in another court months or years later, swearing loyalty to the nearest Queen once there. The official reply is a more of a resignation, dishonorable or not, and the disappearance of the problematic individual so that the Territory in Terreille can say they do not know where he is and be honest about it. Leaving Kaeleerâs Territories with tied hands on the matter. This has left the remaining ambassadors from Kaeleer wary of Terreille and many Territory Queens of Kaeleer cutting their ties with the Territories of Terreille.
Dorotheaâs plan is to fully gain control of Terreille then form friendships with Kaeleerâs territories again. Luring them open only to begin her little game all over again. Though sheâs going to play and enjoy Terreille for a bit before she does that to Kaeleer.
The plot centers around the players discovering this atrocious acts, possibly the plan of Dorothea, and escaping Terreille to Kaeleer through the heavily guarded Gates. As the only remaining safe place in Terreille is Dene Nehele and itâs not all that safe. The Queen there is weak and wears a Yellow Jewel. She has been slowly losing power for years and Dorothea has several âpet Queensâ ready to tear the weakening Queen from her circle of Warlords and Warlord Princes. Each growing weaker as âaccidentsâ, out right attacks, and assassination slowly weakens the circle.
Characters
Active:
Saetan SaDiablo - Black Jeweled Warlord Prince-Black Widow (LadyRunic)
Faeril Ashkevron - Red Jeweled Healer-Black Widow (LadyRunic)
Xandar Markov - Ebon Grey Jeweled Warlord Prince (SlimShady)
Dareen Kahina - Yellow Jeweled Witch (Zoey White)
Jandar Varan - Red Jeweled Warlord (SilverPaw)
NPCs:
Gennar 'Gen' - Green Jeweled Warlord Escort of Faeril Ashkevron
Denvar Saroth - Tiger-eye Jeweled Warlord Prince, Older Brother to Gen
Bellinar Saroth - Tiger-eye Jeweled Warlord Prince, Twin to Denvar
Dorothea Kattalakis - Grey Jeweled Priestess and Queen of Hyall
Our World
Landen:
Non-Blood. They have no ability to perform craft. Generally they live in their own communities outside of Blood communities.
Half-Blood:
Too much Blood to be Landen, but not enough to be Blood. This exists in Kindred as well. They generally are looked at as outcasts, bastards. Though a sire may take the child in to raise as a servant or a overseer for a landen village if they think the child shows potential. Often they suffer cruel fates in Terrielle. They do not have enough power for a jewel though they may have some psychic powers, due to the fact if they do have a jewel they are considered Blood.
Blood:
The Blood are a Cast of people that span over many different races and allow members to utilize Craft through the possession of a Jewel - though this is not always the case as some members of the Blood are known not to possess a jewel as their power is not great enough to require one. They follow a set of rules known as Protocol and are a highly matriarchal system ruled by Queens.
Kindred:
The Kindred are non-human Blood. They follow the same rules and castes as the rest of the Blood for all they can be horses, at least one breed of dog, wolves, spiders, dragons (though only two known ones remain), and unicorns. They even rule in Territories that are considered âclosedâ territories without human influence.
Jewels:
They are the channel through which the Blood use their power. Though they can use their power without the jewel it is not as powerful and a jewel is far easier to use. As children can use the Craft before their Birthright Ceremony where they receive their first jewel. The darker the jewel the more powerful it is. When the child is ready to make the Offering to the Darkness they may receive their second jewel which can be up to three ranks from their Birthright jewel. A personâs Offering jewel can be shattered which forces them back to their Birthright jewel. If that too is broken, the person is left with only basic Craft.
In order from Lightest to Darkest:
White Yellow Tiger-eye Rose Summer-Sky Purple Dusk Opal* (Blood Opal) Green Sapphire Red Gray Ebon-Gray Black
*Opal is the dividing line between lighter and darker jewels. As it can also can darken to Blood Opal.
Clear jewels exist but these are used in landing webs as beacons to those that travel the Winds.
Blood Society Technology:
The Time period is such that more modern plumbing exists (Showers, toliets, sinks, and such). Electricity is not a thing, though the Blood can use their power to create witchlights and crystals in place of it. But it takes a good amount of power to maintain these spells over an entirely household. Horse pulled carriages and carriages powered by a Bloodâs power. Clothes are more modern though not of any plastic or anything machine made material.
The Darkness:
Essentially the religion and way of life. the use of Darkness as the centerpiece of Blood Society is not meant to represent evil, terror, or anything bad. Instead it is used in the same honored way most modern religions view light. The Blood realms acknowledge the use of Light, but are more prominant is their acknowledgement of The Darkness. It is believed that from the Darkness everything was born and too the Darkness everything will eventually fade when the time comes. The Dark Altars are Gates between realms and places of worship to the Darkness.
Caste:
The Blood are separated into different rankings. One is based on strength (or Jewels) while another ranking is based on caste. There are different Caste system for male and female and one is born into oneâs caste (which cannot be changed as you are born into it), though caste does not determine the job one can or cannot do nor the jewel they wear. Females can dual caste though it is not overly common.
Below they in order from lowest to highest.
Male: Blood male: A general term for any male of the Blood. Also refers to any Blood male that doesn't wear jewels. Warlord: A Jeweled male that is equal in status to a witch. Often addressed as âLordâ Prince: A Jeweled male that is equal in status to a Preistess or Healer. Warlord Prince: Arguable the most dangerous of the Blood males. Predatory is a good word for practically any âPrinceâ, as they are commonly addressed. Their instincts are stronger and far more easily brought to the fore regarding protection, attraction, and aggression. They rise quite easily to the killing edge, a state of mind which places the Prince on a battlefield. Protocol has a large section that is dedicated to helping Princes curtail their instincts and move in poliet society. As well as how other Blood (or landen, should they know Protocol) can handle a Warlord Prince(s). A Warlord Prince despite his power will always be second to a Queen as they seek to serve by nature. There is a ârightâ Queen for every Blood male (for better or worse). This pull to the right Queen centers the Warlord Prince, and helps them to not damage the Court itself and puts a leash on their temper. This pull to a Queen will make the Warlord Prince submit his power, and temper. Putting the Queenâs Will before anything else. From lovers, to the Princeâs life.Though a Prince may leave a Queen, choosing honor over a Queen who asks too much of them. Warlord Princes also are the only caste to experience the rut, though others may feel it but this is extremely rare. (See The Rut) Warlord Princes are violently passionate and passionately violent.
Female: Blood female: a general term for any female of the Blood, though it is mostly reserved for those that donât wear jewels. Witch: a Blood female who wears jewels, and not one of the other hierarchical levels. Though any female can be referred to as a witch. Healer: A witch who heals physical wounds and illnesses; equal in status to a Prince or Preistess. Having a inborn knowledge of the methods and theories they should be using. Though addition training is required to be considered fully trained. They are drawn to heal people often with a single minded tendency to think their own life is less important than all those around them. Because of this Protocol dictates that any unmarried Healer needs an escort to accompany her. SO she doesnât harm herself while she performs her Craft. It would be too easy for a Healer to completely drain herself in seeking a healing, as their self-preservation instinct suffers. Priestess: A witch who care for altars. Sanctuaries and Dark Altars. They witness handfasts and marriage. Preform Offerings. Equal in status to Prince and Healer. Black Widow: A witch who heals the mind. They can also weave the tangled webs of dreams and visions through which they can see symbolic and actual images of a future they must interpret. Proficient with poisons and illusions. They possess a snake tooth beneath the fingernail of the ring finger of their right hand which is poisonous. The power of the venom is in proportion to the power the witch wields and it must be milked once a month or the venom will crystallize and cause pain and potential death if left uncared for. The snake tooth may be natural (relatively uncommon), or unnatural and thus made by another of the Hourglass. Unnatural snake tooths must be filled with poison and, just as with any bearer of a snake tooth, the poison must be leaked into the body once a month to keep immunity. Usually this is done around the time of milking. (See Hourglass Coven for more) Queen: The witch which rules the Blood. They are the landâs heart and Bloodâs moral center. They are the focal point of their society. They generally form a Court to rule a village(s), district, province or territory. They are protected and honored, and their connection to the land is essential for the health of the land.
*Hearth Witch:On the same level of a basic witch is a Hearth witch. Itâs both a caste and job description. They have a neat streak that runs to the bone. Making them excellent carers of homes and kitchens.Though their job isnât a inherent like a Healer or Black Widow as itâs more of a matter of temperament. They are often practical and tidy.
Courts
A Court is the way a Queen holds power and consists of at least a Queen and 12 Jeweled males who make up her First Circle. There are four named offices in the first Circle. Steward, Master of the Guard, First Escort and a Consort. Though some Courts may not contain the last two at the same time as many of their duties overlap. A Queen may also have other Queens sworn to her in a first female circle. Which those Queens will have Courts of their own. A second, third circle may be created along with however many more circles will be needed to maintain the Court. Guards, servants, couriers, and such. The higher the number of the Circle, the less directly that person serves the Queen and arguably the less trusted they are. A Dark Court is the most powerful Court of all, few claim this for their court and with the weight it bears with it. Queens may pit their Courts against others in order to deal with challengers and protect their lands. Taking out rivals and such. Though Protocol is to go before a Tribunal of Queens for a ruling on the matter (Especially in Kaeleer) rather than to send a Court to the battlefield.
Steward: They look after the fiances and logistic of the Court. Dealing with a good amount of the paperwork. Master of the Guard: They head the protections of the Queen. First Escort: They are the Queenâs escort, much like a Healerâs, and often the Queenâs aide. Consort: The Queenâs lover. They may take the place of the First Escort or they not depending on the relationship.
Territory Queens rule over Province Queens. Province Queens rule over District Queens District Queens rule over villages Landen and Blood alike.
Coven
Generally the coven refers to a group of women who are close. Often referring to the female side of the court should there be a first female circle. It also can refer to the Hourglass of the Black Widows.
Hourglass Coven
The network through which all Black Widows are connected. The hourglass was the Black Widows' symbol, both a declaration and a warning about the witch who wore it. An apprentice wore a pendant with the gold dust sealed in the top half of the glass. A journey maidâs pendant had the gold dust evenly divided between top and bottom. A fully trained Black Widow wore an hourglass with all the gold dust in the bottom chamber. Often sending reports about the different Territories and realms to each other. Though in Terreille the actual knowledge has waned of this fact, they are lead by the High Priest of the Hourglass, who is in fact the only male Black Widow in existence.
Protocol
The manners of the Blood. It's the common laws and practices that are taught to a Blood child and second nature to a Blood adult. Basically it defines which jewel is darker, which rank is higher and who has the better social standing, though the last bit may have no relevance if one had the appropriate caste and jewel, or respect. It determines how every rank is to be addressed (Prince being Warlord Prince, Lord being Warlord, Lady being anyone of the female Caste), how to handle guests, both welcome and unwelcome, and most importantly how to keep members of the Warlord Prince caste from potentially harming those around him.
Protocol is what helps the Queens keep control of their courts and is the delicate system of checks and balances that keep the Blood the ruling but respected caste. A Queen may order/request things from her Court but if the First Circle stands against her in the best interest of land and Queen the Queen may be forced to stand down. Generally it boils down to three rules for Blood males. Though in Kaeleer the males will sometimes sidestep or ignore the third rule if it hinders unfulfilling the first two rules. In Terrielle, obey is the first rule and protect is the last. This makes the distrust between people all the more prevalent.
It should also be noted that there is no penalty for murder among the Blood. Essentially itâs the subtle manners of the Blood and their laws.
Moonâs Ebb & Pregnancy
Yes, this is a thing and something that is slightly relevant. Once a month- during a certain time- a witch suffers for the power of their jewel. For three days they cannot use their jewel without a massive amount of pain (Which even then the Craft may not work right) which leaves the Blood female vulnerable and very irritated. Males can detect any witch who is on her Moonâs Ebb and it greatly heightens the need to defend in male family members and close male friends of the witch. A Queenâs Court will draw close about her and often Warlord Princes ride the killing edge during this time. Viewing anyone, and often everyone, as a potential threat to their Queen. Once the first three days are over the Queen may use her Birthright jewel for the next several days. During a pregnancy a witch may not use either of her jewels at all without risking a potential miscarriage and losing the babe. Often they will have their jewels drained of psychic power, leaving them defenseless by a more darker and trusted male. Black Widows must also drain their snake tooths unless the babe be at risk to the poison. During this time fathers, family members, and close male friends are extremely protective.
The Rut
This is the desire to mate that Blood males sometimes go through, which comes upon the Prince at sudden times. Essentially it is the time when the rugged nature slips through their human mask and the Protocol that keeps that mask in place and allows the Warlord Princes to interact with the rest of the Blood. Though Warlord Princes are notorious for it, other castes may go through it though the occurrence of such is rare. During this time a Warlord Prince in rut has enough sexual drive to service an entire coven and still want more. However, they become focused on only one woman and would not tolerate the presence of any other. Any male would be seen as a potential rival and thus killed. Warlord Princes in the rut push past their normal passionately violent and violently passionate nature. They are not held responsible for anything that happens during the Rut as for them itâs a mass of confused memories. It is incredibly dangerous for a woman to bed a man during the Rut.
Rituals, Holidays, Death Birthright Ceremony
The ceremony which a Blood child goes through around the age of seven or eight in order to potentially receive their Birthright Jewel. However, not all children of the Blood may be strong enough for a jewel and should this happen they will not come away with one. Something that is not common. The Birthright jewel is the first Jewel a child receives until their Offering to the Darkness. After the ceremony in which the child receives (or does not) their Birthright Jewel, is a public ceremony in which the mother will either confirm the fatherâs paternal rights to the child or deny him. If denied it does not matter what the father may have raised, loved and nurtured this child, he has no rights to them.
Offering to the Darkness
This is the ceremony in which the young adult receives their Offering jewel. Their second jewel, every jewel has a possibility of descending to a darker jewel by three leves. Red to Black for example. Though this is not always the case. For example, one may not be mature enough mentally or be afraid of the power and thus shy away from it. Once this Offering is made it cannot be attempted again.
Virgin Night
The Virgin Night is a coming-of-age ceremony for young witches. This ceremony determines a woman's ability to practice Craft as well as the integrity of her Jewels. A witch, prior to her virgin night, is in greater danger to be broken through torture than after. However, once completing the virgin night she is not safe from being broken in the future, only extremely less likely to be. In most cases an experienced Consort or close friend is asked to help the witch. However, in some cases this night has been used to cause the mutilation and death of a witch either through the trauma to her body or mind through the shattering of her Jewels. It can be twisted to stop a potentially strong rival from coming to power.
Handfasting & Marriage
Handfasting is a engagement ceremony that may or may not be done before marriage. Marriage, however, is typically a way for males and females of the Blood to stand on equal footing. However, should a man forsake the vows of the marriage bed it is a huge blight upon his honor. Thus males are very cold when a woman flirts with them to tempt them away should they be married. Warlord Princes are even more so.
Wintersol
The Winter Solace. Essentially Christmas. Itâs twelve nights of parties and festivities, on the last night people stay up and pair off to share a glass of the blood wine. And dance to the Glory of Witch. Witch who is the Song in the Darkness and the deeper power that lies behind the Blood.
Spring Festival
This is the Festival before the Spring planting begins. Queens generally reaffirm their bond to the land during this time of year by pouring a cup of their blood onto the soils of the fields. This gives the land prosperity. However, if a neglectful Queen is in rule and fails to do this act of giving to the land. Then the land will slowly grow less prosperous. A land that has not had the connect with a âgoodâ Queen for a while will feel dry to the Queen and desire to take more than the Queen might be willing or able to give.
Death, Demon dead, and Whisper in the Darkness
When someone is killed, or dies, if their spirit is strong enough the person may make the transition to become demon dead. Where the spirit inhabits the body, but cannot go beyond the flesh. The power of their jewels sustaining them until they pass on by will or running out of power becoming a Whisper in the Darkness. To further sustain themselves, they may drink the blood of the living but itâs a disgusting act even when proper Protocol is followed. When one becomes demon dead they tend to seek out the Dark Altars and make their way to the Realm of Hell. Some, however, remain if the need is great enough. If one wishes to make sure a person is dead and does not come back their jewel must be drained and shattered as well as their body is dead.
The dead do not leave Hell to walk among the living in part because they are corpses complete with the wounds they received in death. The dead and the living do not generally mix due to the command (and enforcement) of the High Lord of Hell. Another reason is the demon deadâs drinking of blood, thus this protects the living from the dead. Though some of the dead remain outside of Hell, which the High Lord sends out others or goes himself to deal with them if they are a nuisance.
Craft
Basic Craft:
Craft is the ability that sets the Blood apart from Landens. It is in essentially the psychic power, or magic, of the Blood. A person's strength in the Craft is dependent on the Jewels they received upon their Birthright and Offering Ceremonies. The darker the Jewel the more powerful the person is and the more they can do with the Craft. Basic Craft consists of several abilities. One is telekinesis (moving things with one's thoughts). While another variant of the same ability is the ability to 'vanish' items into a another space that is only reachable by the person who vanished them in the first place. If the Blood dies with the item vanished however, the item is destroyed. The Blood can also weave spells using the Craft; such as soothing or calming spells, heating or cooling spells, illusions, witchfire (Fire fueled by one's craft), creating crystals of jewel bits that can be used to link minds in a telepathic connection, or record images or voices.
Craft can also be used to make shields of solid air around someone or thing. It can also be use to strengthen things. When used by fighters on the killing field, Craft is a deadly force that threatens to burn the loser's mind out and turn them into a Whisper in the Darkness. It can be blasted at a foe or such. Though the general rule of thumb, though this is not always true depending on the person, is that a darker jewel is the more powerful.
Healer's Craft: Healers can use their Craft to phase through flesh and heal people. Break and mend bone, heal wounds and, depending on their jewel's strength, bring someone back from the brink of death. Black Widow's Craft: These witches can weave tangled webs of spider silk in special wooden frames to see the future and the true intentions of people. As well as to view the memories of wood and stone. They can also use their craft to heal the minds of people and bring them back from the brink of madness, or cause it. Priestess Craft: They can use their Craft to lead ceremonies, and are the most adept and traveling through the Dark Gates. Queen's Craft: Queens can use their power to influence the land for good or ill. This is why a Queen often is found enjoying gardening as it is the link to the land they need.
The Winds:
The winds are the way many of the Blood travel. Across all three Realms there is something of a spider web of power that runs with a different wind for each jewel. The darker the jewel the faster that particular person can travel upon the winds, with white being the slowest of the winds and black being the quickest of the winds. If someone tries to to ride a wind darker than their jewel they will be torn to shreds if not shielded, or within a carriage driven, by someone who can ride those winds. This allows the Blood to get from place to place relatively quickly, however there are some places where the winds will not reach. Often there are Landing Webs that are noted by their clear Jewels which act like beacons to those who travel the Winds. These are tended by Priestesses and generally the ideal places for people to drop out of the Wind.
Races (by Realm)
*To note that all races that are not Kindred, or a mythical creature, are referred to as humans (And they all appear human unless otherwise stated). Some of the shorter lived races are more akin to nationalities.
Terreille
Hyllian - One of the three long lived races, they commonly have tanned skin with dark hair. Usually black with yellow or golden eyes. Being a long lived race means they can live for thousands of years. They are skilled with the Craft and are skilled courtiers. Eyrien - One of the three long lived races, they have tanned skin with straight, black hair and yellow or golden eyes generally. They are the warrior race of Terreille with large bat-like wings. Their females generally know how to use weapons to defend themselves. The Eyrien race live in stone homes called eryies that are built into mountain sides. Many of their males live in war and hunting camps. Dhemlan - One of the three long lived races, they commonly have tanned skin and dark hair. They exist in both Terreille and Kaeleer. Dena Nehelean - They live generally 100 to 120 years of age. Shaladorian - They live generally 100 to 120 years and a have brown hair with tanned skin. Every so often a child will be born with green eyes, the more vibrant the rarer it is. Jhinka - Winged scavengers (Not playable) Pruulish - Desert folk they live 100-120 years. Challiot - Living on the Island of Challiot they average the typical lifespan of the shorter lived races. (100 to 120 years) Often having blue eyes and blonde hair.
Kaeleer
Dhemlan - One of the three long lived races, they commonly have tanned skin and dark hair. They exist in both Terreille and Kaeleer. Jhinka Eyrien - The same as in Terrille though in Kaeleer they are not a native species and far fewer in number. Lacking the ability to bully about what a Terreille Eryien would consider a lesser race as they are the âguestâ in Ebon Askaviâs territory. Dea al Mon - âChildren of the Woodsâ they are likened to elves. One of the shorter lived races they are the native warrior race of Kaeleer . Much like the Eryiens but with pointed ears, no wings and making their homes in the forests. They live in seclusion from the other territories and races and are thought to be born knowing what to do with a knife and bow. They are highly respected and feared. They often have green or blue eyes and silvery hair. A willowy build that deceives about their actual strength. Dharonian - A short lived race. They are known for their good weaving. Glacian - One of the short lived races. They are used to colder temperatures. Often with pale eyes and hair. Below are the more secluded races of Kaeleer, which do not act much outside of their own borders. Centuar - Half horse, half human. They live in Centauran. Philian - With fragil iridescent wings and pixies faces. They are a small and delicate race from one of the Paw islands. Satyrs - The upper half of a human with deer like ears and the bottom half of furred legs with hooves and a deer like tail. Tigrelan - Dark stripped bodies with clawed hands. They have tawny skin and cat like speed and ferocity.
Hell
*Demon dead are not playable as of yet Demon dead: (See Demon Dead) Harpies: Witches that were brutally killed. They have a territory in Hell they rule themselves, though they still yield to the High Lord of Hell. Vicious and known to hunt down intruders with packs of Hell Hounds few dare to enter their territory. Cildru dyathe: Demon dead children who were strong enough to pass to Hell. They live on their own island away from all others.
Kindred
*Often refered to a Little/Big Brother/Sister. The Kindred are extremely rare in Terreille, while merely rare in the other realms, and a anyone who can claim friendship with a kindred is shown to be a good person or in good standing. Arcerian - Giant white tiger like cats. They hunt using sight shields. Scelties - Herding dogs from the island of Scelt namely. Unicorns Dragons - Not the great Dragons of the past. But lesser dragons. They live on the Fyreborn islands. (Not Playable) Wolves Horses Tigers Spiders - The Weaver of Dreams is Queen among them. They live on the island of Arachnal and ensnare the mind of any who stray too close to their homes. (Not Playable)
Places (by Realm)
Terreille
- The lightest of the three Realms Askavi - A mountainous region filled with lush valleys. Home to the eryien race and their mortal enemies the jhinka. It also houses the Runs. A series of canyons that are used for training and challenges which exists throughout all Realms. Chaillot - An island territory. The Capital is Beldon Mor. Houses an altar on a small island off itâs shore called Tacea. Dhemlan - Bordering Askavi and Hyall, Dhemlan houses one of the three long lived races. Itâs seat of power is generally SaDiablo Hall which had fallen into ruin. Ebon Askavi - The Black Mountain, or Keep, as it is known. It exists in all three Realms and is the home of Lorn. Many documents and artifacts are kept here to record the Bloodâs History. Hayll - Unlike the other lands, this territory is extremely drained. The people and land are worn thin. The captial is Draega. A city of high stone buildings and filled with things for the long-lived Hayllian race to spend their time. Theatres, cafes, music halls, galleries and such. Pruul - A desert wasteland, it gains itâs wealth through itâs mines. Dena Nehele - The mountain valley territory shares a border with Shalador. Capital is Grayhaven Shalador - A place of rolling hills and grassland with mountains in the northern reaches. Known for the rich soil and traditions. Borders Dena Nehele to the north.
Kaeleer
- The second darkest of the three Realms Arachna - An island off the shore of the main continent of Kaeleer. Home to the Weaver of Dreams and the Arachni Kindred. Few dare come here and none ever leave. Arceria - North of Glacia and high in the mountains it is home to the Arcerians. Askavi - Home to the Rihlanders. Ebon Rih is a valley in Askavi that is home to the main home of the Eyriens in Kaeleer. Centauran - Home to the Centuars. Humans do not often travel to this territory as it is closed to them. Dea al Mon - Home to the âChildren of the Woodsâ, the warrior race of Kaeleer. It is a massive land of forests. Itâs people generally live in clans in the trees. Dharo - Known for itâs fine textile procutions, carpets and weavings. Dhemlan - The capital in Kaeleer is Amdarh and it houses the Sa Diablo hall. It is also the only territory ruled by a Warlord Prince. Ebon Askavi - See Terreille. Is the same in all realms. Fyrborn Islands - Home to the dragon kindred and known for the sour pickleberries. Glacia - A land of tall mountains and frozen lakes. It borders Arceria on itâs Northern border. Little Terreille - A small diplomatic set of land that Terreille and Kaeleer agreed on for trade and immigration. Nharkhava - Itâs capital is Tajrana. Pandar - Home to the saytrs. It is generally closed to humans. Philian - Home to the pixie like race. It is generally closed to humans. Scelt - Where the Scelties of the Kindred orginated. It is often the home to Scelties and Kindred horses, as well as humans. The people there are known for their fine horsemanship. Itâs Capital is Tuatha. Sceval - Humans do not come as it is a Kindred Territory and inhabited by unicorns. Tigrelean - Home to the Tigrelean race. It is a warm and jungle like enviroment. itâs borders are generally closed to humans.
Hell
- The darkest of the three Realms, it is a colourless place existing in a forever twilight. Sa Diablo Hall - Home to the High Lord of Hell. Harpy Territory - Home to the Harpies, Men do not enter here without expecting death. Harpies rarely leave. Cildru Dyathe's Island - Home to demon dead children. It is a barren place, and holds little to tell lies.
Maps
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Rules
Gm controls this world. Weather, NPCs, what you see, hear, ect.
Gm does check on posting and log in habits
If you are holding the Rp and joining other Rp's you will be called on it
Must use the CS sheet provided.
PM the CS to the GM
Do not post CS in OOC tab
Only finished CS allowed in CS tab
Only finished CS will be accepted.
No poking holes into others' CS. They've been accepted.
Put thought into your CS and please ask questions if you have them!
CS must contain well thought out paragraphs numbering 2 at least.
Language - Allowed, this is a harsh place with a potential war on the horizon.
Gore - It will get violent and gross.
Taboo subjects will be crossed, will Fade to Black as needed.
Posting
Minimal of 2 well developed paragraphs per posts
This also means 2 well developed paragraphs per character. Be warned.
Must IC post once every 7 days from Gm post. (This is more of a guideline to keep the Rp moving. It's not a hard and fast rule, but it is highly appreciated.)
If you had a reason as to why you could not post, please inform me. I usually make allowances as we all have lives.
If you are held up because someone has disappeared you will have extra days. But the sooner the post the better and let me know!
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If your collab partner vanishes, you will be given extra time to finish.
If you collab partner vanishes, you will be able to withing minimal amount move their character to finish collab.
If you are going to be gone, inform the Gm! I get life comes first, but it's also on you to not hold up the RP and keep up. I'll work around you're disappearance so long as I know what's going on. (You can say it's private, I just need to know it's life.) You'll get extra time, or set on the sidelines if it's extended.
Do not abuse the grant of extra time.
No Black Jewels will be premitted to players for Lore reasons.
It will not be First finished CS, first served. Submit a CS and GM will reveiw it and tell tou if it is accepted or not.
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Character and Relations Sheets
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Faeril Ashkevron
"I can take you apart just as well as I can put you back together."
Character Summary:
Name: Faeril Ashkevron Aliases: Fae, Ashke, Scalpel Tongue, Ice Healer, Iron Healer, Razor Tongue Age: 953 years old Birthday: November 29 Race/Species: Eryian Gender: Female Birhtplace: Doun, Askavi Jewel Color (Birthright and Offering): Birthright - Blood opal/Offering - Red Class/Caste: Healer/Black Widow Languages: Eryian, Common Occupation: Healer, Secretive Poison/Potion Dealer, Hourglass Coven Black Widow
Sexuality: Bisexual, though she prefers men Relationship Status: Single Personality: No nonsense, sharp and to the point. Faeril will beat about the bush should she be unsure of something or unwilling to reveal something. Generally in these cases she's trying to avoid lying. But she is very capable of it. Lying to herself, to patients, to everyone she sees regularly about many things. She expects her word to be done when attending to her patients or wounds. Mental or otherwise. This also reflects in her refusal to accept excuses and her quickness to punish failure in those about her and herself. All brought about by her job as a Healer. To Faeril failure results in death and that is unacceptable and inexcusable. The eyes of the dead she failed to save and brought the death to haunt her. Not that she will admit it. Shielding herself in a wall of mental ice.
This is not to say that Fae is without feeling. She feels very deeply, but due to her abilities and profession she buries this side of her deeply. Under sharp wit, tongue and a devil-may-care attitude for everyone. Subordinates, and authority alike is beneath her when she is working. Everyone is expendable, but she will often try to save everyone she can. Pushing herself hard to do as much as she can without harming her beloved jewels. Something she is very careful of, aware she can save more with them being whole them either being shattered or drained. But she desires more. A place were she will not fear if any find out of her Black Widow status. With a dark humor, and a hand for politics she has ambition to claim enough power to increase her own. For those who get in her way, she will render them into madness and their body to meat unfit for Hell. Habits:
Pacing when in the height of emotion or thinking hard
Biting at her crooked forefinger when thinking
Always wearing gloves
Dressing immaculately and abhorring wrinkles
Speaking with her hands
Hobbies:
Bossing people about
Making Potions/Poisons
Shopping for/Acquiring clothes, accessories
Verbally berating people
Messing with people's outlooks
Fears:
Dying and facing the patients she lost
Healing and loosing a friend or kin
The nightmares of the dead
Being exposed as a Black Widow
Likes:
Bossing people about/Verbally berating people/Messing with people's outlooks
Potions/Poisons
Clothes, accessories
Healing someone successfully
Torturing/Killing a threat
Dislikes:
Being bossed about, berated, or messed with
Losing a patient
Messy Clothes
Failure/excuses
Dogs
Skills
General Skills:
Diplomacy/Lecturing
Dancing
Flying
Cooking
Making potions/poisons
Combat Skills:
Knife/Dagger
Limited Hand to Hand
Snaketooth poisoning
Craft Skills:
Healing - Adept at working with the body, or taking it apart
Mental - As a Black Widow she is Adept at weaving her tangled webs about the minds of others, or ferreting out the truth
Making Poisons/Potions - Adept at the brewing of poisons and potions for good or ill. [color=]What they carry on them: [/color]
A keen edged long knife
A embroidery kit.
A basket of Healer supplies
A basket containing materials to weave a tangled web
Several books for reading or journals.
Histoy
Background: The Ashkevrons... An old and powerful Eyrien family though most would not think of them as such. Their power is in a bloodline rich in Black Widows. The ancestral eyrie had been carved from the mountain about them from countless generations of fathers, lovers, and brothers. The distaff line holding the key to the place and the name they possess. Faeril was born to Nivarian, a Queen and Black Widow of the Grey jewel, and her consort at the time. A Warlord named Falkar who wore the red. She grew up watching the workings of the court from a young age and learned the basic skills of a Black Widow from her very cradle. For her mother was not so busy as to deny her daughter the family teachings whether she would turn out to be a Widow or no. But it was shortly after her Birthright ceremony when Faeril was given the Blood Opal that her mother was slain by assassination. Nivarian had sensed something coming and sent her daughter to live in the family home that was held by her sister, Lumerian, who had no children of her own. Black widows were already being whispered about as 'unnatural women', and Nivarian's death only confirm this in many eyes.
When Faeril's snaketooth grew in over her years of puberty, Lumerian taught her niece far more of their shared craft. So the young woman split her time with her aunt in secret teachings of the craft that was becoming more and more dangerous to practice and her more open and readily admitted Healer training. Faeril wasted no time with her no nonsense attitude, nor did Lumerian waste anytime teaching her quickly raising her sister's child to a journeyman in the Hourglass Coven. It was when she was a hundred and fifty two that Faeril achieved Master status among her Craft as a Widow and two hundred by the time she became a full fledged healer. Well respected if disliked for her harsh tongue. But the Healer came too late as her aunt failed to notice the days and died of her snake tooth's venom.
Distraught though she was over her aunt's death, Faeril did not abandon the village she lived in nor family home. Sending out a plea for aid from a close friend and her escort. For as a Black Widow herself, Faeril suspected her aunt had been drugged by someone into forgetting and did not feel as though a early grave would suit her. Gen Saroth and his twin brothers Denar and Belor answered her call and all three were ready for a fight. Their mother was a sweet woman, but her mind had been shattered thanks to the boys' father a Hyallian male. Gen had sought aid from Nivarian when he was old enough to challenge his father and gotten it readily. The Hyall male was sent off and their mother's mind was healed as much as Lumerian and Nivarian could heal the woman. She still was a good deal lost in the madness and her ability with the Craft was next to nothing, but the twins and Gen both swore a debt to the Ashkevron family. After Lumerian's death the four Eyrien Blood sought out the males' father and Faeril ripped the knowledge from his mind. Leaving him for the wolves of the mountain. His body nothing more than a sack of meat, the bones all being dislocated and crushed to gravel with Faeril's skill and might.
Over her nine and a half centuries of existence, Faeril has known many. Enjoy the company of friends and rivals alike. But while has had her 'little Healer's cadre' there are few she has taken into her embrace as a lover. She has confided in each that she fears losing them while trying to heal them. Though her sharp tongue and frosty demeanor tend to scare most off. Much to her constant friend Saroth's, a fellow Eryian, amusement and exasperation. While he is of her circle and was one of her first guards as a Healer. Their relationship was more one of quick wit, unwavering friendship and benefits on the side. Neither believe themselves 'correct' for the other. Which would be completely right in the fact that Saroth preferred men to women just as much as Fae does. But it was Saroth who held Faeril together when she lost her first, and thus far, only child. Born stillborn, the child was not only Faeril's but Saroth's as well. Faeril had decided to make the attempt to be a mother and Saroth had been happy to be a donor of sorts. But Saroth had pulled himself together and Faeril as well, dragging her back from the brink of willing herself to death. Since that day 150 years ago, Faeril has refused to take another lover or even consider children. Stating she would not be a good mother. Even if Saroth is exempt from the first rule, if merely for his ability to be one of the few who can brave through her harsh tongue.
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Rhys felt himself being snatched away from Arya as he lunged at the woman, so eager for his revenge that recklessness was taking over. Mortal foolishness perhaps. Though it was something Rhys had spent a lifetime longing for. So when the mammoth form of a hulking green man snatched him from his revenge, Rhys let out a Silenced bellow of fury that turned into a groan of pain as he was used as a beater upon the floor of the 21 level of the Wizard Tower. The optimal situations this was not.
So when the Elder God snapped and took control himself, Rhys didn't put up much of resistance. Perhaps he could convince Chlthon later to give him another chance. Something that proved unneeded as Arya vanished. Fury raced through Rhys veins as he snarled mentally at his patron. "She was mine! I waited decades for her to be at my mercy!" Though that rage would do no good focused on Chlthon, so Rhys redirected it. A ball of Darke magyk like what he hurled at Arya was blasted into the Hulk. Turning a furious gaze to the woman who interfered. Rhys snapped out a command. "Pure Fyre, Burn higher, Make a Pyre, A True BoneFyre!" The fire roared high about Gandr's wielder before being sucked into the pieces of the staff. Attempting a distancing of escape from this lot in search of this Mistress of Chaos or some healer to heal his wrecked form. Rhys snarled as the teleportation spell failed.
Grimspound
Location: Wizard Tower 20 Floor - 2B
Skills: Asgardian magyk
Grimspound gripped the doorway as he studied the ruins of his vest and silently considered if he could actually ever return to the Dyrki without his cousin, or several, attempting to kill him. Of course they wouldn't get to kill him as thoroughly as they would like as Grandmother would not hear of it. He was the heir of her heir after all. Something he had been reminded of last time he had returned. Blowing it off had irked his Grandmother, but what else could he do? He had no desire to look into the fate of his clan quite yet and his mother wasn't that old?
Of course she was, the woman was going to reach her death and be await to escort their matriarch before death's door. Death was ever a present lover, and one he was not to embrace today. Pulling the ruined vest and dress shirt from his frame to reveal a toned body used to travel beneath. One burn wrapping about his torso form a mishap-pen spell. Across it in scroll work and smaller images that would take a keen eye to sort out the details was a elaborate tattoo depicting his life's story and the various places he had been. Seeing no damage, Grimspound gave a audible sigh of relief as the pounding of the Elder God against the floor reached his ears. balling up the dress shirt Grimspound tore away strips and bound up his wound. The trickles of red fading and stopping all together.
But that wasn't enough. Turning with a fury in his eyes, and limping slightly from the pain in his damn stomach. Jazen leaned against the door. Staring at the prone form of Rhys, the Dyrki man snarled and flung out his power attempting to strangle the bastard into some sense of agony. Payment for the pain this entire encounter had been. Yet it seemed his luck had failed him. Well, wasn't that just grand! "Lady, just drive a damn spear through his tongue and have done with it." Though his tone was short and edged with the desire to see the Elder God's host dead, he did temper his tone towards Runa. Holding nothing but respect as he addressed her as 'Lady'. Then again, with his background... Pissing off women was not a good idea.
Skaoi Silverveil
[color]Location: Manuscriptorium[/center] [color]Skills: Perceptive, Understanding the human body, Going unnoticed (The girl is sleeping, Skaoi doesn't want to disturb her or anyone else), Cultural Knowledge (Eastern Snowplains), Physik, Diagnosis[/center]
Skaoi rubbed her arms as Emma led her through the maze again. This place would take a year and a day to find anything and it was no small wonder that there were no skeletons of those who had gotten lost! Though, Skaoi had a terrifying thought that perhaps there were skeletons. They just happened to be found and removed. Haplessly tossed into those tunnels to be forgotten. Blushing slightly at her own foolishness, the physik silently scolded herself away from the thoughts as she rubbed her arms slightly.
A girl was on the bed in the CHS's private rooms. Uninvited, Skaoi felt like the unwelcomed intruder which she was. Carefully and slowly stepping on light feet towards the girl of dark hair and sharp features. Skaoi frowned slightly. The girl was in excellent shape and very fit. But nothing appeared to be wrong aside from that. Though there were questions in her mind, she couldn't justify anything else. Turning to Emma the woman nodded towards the door shortly. Best she get back to her original task. If this girl was something... Then she would have something to go on later. Til then, it was merely a mystery and one she had perhaps pried too hard at.
Richard Laine
Location:Great Hall 9F
Richard plucked Navi from her seat and shoved the girl into Zekarra's arms. While he had little doubt that Zekarra was a able to take care of herself, that thought was a long way behind the fact that she was his daughter and like hell she was getting into this mess! "Zekarra, take the girl and Rainbrooke and go outside. Now! Thalia-" Richard clutched his wife's hand and pressed a soft kiss to the woman with a pleading look in his eyes. Even if she could be a dragon, she was his wife and he was a protective bastard. But he didn't ask, knowing she would most likely refuse.
Turning on his heel, Richard swore. "Dammit Bruce! Not in front of my child." While he didn't want to hurt his friend, he did need to get the boy free. A distraction would work well enough. Leaping up the Hulk's back the former assassin started scrambling half of the way up and took a page from his sister's book. Shifting into a komodo dragon, the lizard-man sunk his claws into the Older Green Machine's back before he felt a large hand clamp on him. "Squeaky toy noises..." Richard absently thought as he was sent sailing through the air and against a wall. It was nothing he couldn't heal from, but it was irritating. At least one hand was off the boy and Richard had both his kidneys.
Mary kicking him was expected. Kicking him hard enough that he hit the wall behind him and several ribs cracked with a throbbing searing of lesser pain in comparison to the missing kidney. Tatl, the fairy girl, made a smart ass comment that had Richard severely wanting to boot her from the room. But he needed to keep Poison Ivy and Dean focused on him. The intervention of Logan was a blessing, though not one that lasted for long. Dean had sprung into action.
And then the speedster's hand was stuck in Richard. Literally. Chuckling weakly despite the blood flowing from his mouth. "For the love of..." The Adder cocked a fist and took advantage of Dean's situation. Namely by slamming his fist into the boy's head, knocking him out cold. Though he was also out of the fight with a missing kidney, his cracked ribs and a speedster connected to him like some deranged Siamese twin. Falling with the lad, Richard wrapped his arm about Dean's neck. Readying to choke the boy back into unconsciousness if he stirred. He did not want to kill the 'Puppy' after all. Giving a glare to Guin, he shook his head with a sigh. "I should be scolding you to get back Beast. Go, lass. Don't you dare die on me, or my ghost will haunt yours."
The ravens were loosing the advantage in the dark for this was the realm of predators more silent of wings. But Ayita studied the prone form of Shelly as she rode the currents of air. Diving in a last descent Ayita pulled up sharply to guide across the dark lawn. Shelly was no longer her issue, the girl was prone and thus the least of her worries. Jean, however, was a threat and one Ayita well knew from what information she had been able to gather. Her wings a beating war drum as she felt her bones crack and feathers fall away. A raucous caw turning into a roar of a primal beast that had walked the shores where even she balked at walking in the North.
Then Ayita felt something slip away from her as the great white bear bounded over the lawn. No longer was she in control but a keen instinct that knew that this was a fight for... For what? Deciding that the danger poised by the Human woman was sufficient. This she-Human would not be allowed to enter her territory uncontested! Claws out stretched in the low light as they gleamed. The maw that unleashed a massive roar of fury as hundreds of pounds of muscle, fat and fur landed where Jean had been before the tricky human had moved aside like seal. These eyes were no longer holding human intelligence but raw primal instinct.
@Eyeris Yes, people in the Court's First Circle would be ideal. Generally right now we're looking for males to fill Fatima's Court. Of which the Master of the Guard, First Escort, and Steward positions are available as well as just a regular first circle men. Though I'm not going to disallow female characters, I'm advising against them at this time with so many positions in Fatima's Court open.
Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...
I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...<br><br>I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger. <br><br>You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.<br><br>I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.</div>
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