Anvi blinked confused at the strange man who had entered the Inn. She saw he had found some kind of food in this desolate place, but they must be hard as stone now, what with how old this place was to begin with. "Did Barett send you as another clue?" She asked. He looked to be an old church type, one from a long time ago. Well it didn't matter, Barett or not, he couldn't be here. She was going to blow this place to smithereens for the hell of it, and if this guy was here, she'd have some kind of casualty on her hands.
He had a weapon on him though, so this might not be as easy as she had originally planned. "Look, I don't really care to know the next clue. Just get outta here, this place is getting blown to hell in a few minutes." She lightly waved her arm in a slow arc by her side, revealing a slither of floating red sand. "I don't wanna have to force you either, so just take your peanuts and move on." She took a step forward.
The light in the Inns basement was very dim, but Anvi was able to clearly make out the hand writing on the strap of paper inside of the empty chest. "Better Luck next time" was scrawled in inky black red, with a mocking smiley face drawn next to it. She wanted to scream in frustration, but she knew how Barret liked to play play with her. That old she bitch...I guess its on to another wild goose chase. Barret was her Guild Master, and the woman who took her in about a year ago, and helped her control her powers, or "Krishna's gift", as she had began to call it. Ever since new years, Barret has been training her harder than she did before, and in even more incredibly stupid ways.
As part of her training, and a bet between her and Barret, she has to find something of value that Barret holds dear and bring it back to the guild hall. The only issue is the fact that Barret has hidden it herself, and will only help her through cryptic messages and poetry bullshit. It's been about three days now, and in that time Anvi has scaled about five buildings, burned at least one barn to the ground, and destroyed a not so royal Royal's castle looking for the Gods know what. She took a long seat down on the dirty inn floor, and sighed, tired. She could use for a small nap. Or better yet, Barrets face.So I can punch it in. The inn was just another throw away clue that Barret had laid out for her purposely, just to throw her off completely and make her start all over again.
She laid back on the floor, her arms beneath her head, and closed her eyes to rest a little before moving on to the next clue. She planned to get a tiny nap in, until she heard footsteps above her. Someone else was in the Inn. It's gotta be Barret, she thought. She's come to her senses and has decided to take pity in me. Anvi laughed. Yeah right. She got up, and stretched, knowing full well that Barret would be very disappointed if she didn't at least go and check out what was going on above her. If it was a bunch of bandits looking for loot, they'd probably try to rape her or something stupid like that. Bandits always were trying to pick fights with mages, and they just never seemed to know a mage when they saw one. And if it were some weary traveler, they were probably hoping for food and water, both things that Anvi sincerely lacked. Bandits are easy to get rid of, travelers not so much.
She pocketed Barret's teasing note, and began to ascend the basement stairs.
"I've never once been caught without a vial of sand on my person!"
Anvi
♦ A G E: 19
♦ S E X: Female
♦ A L I G N M E N T: Lawful good
Ω O R I G I N S:
Anvi was born in a small desert community named after Krishna, the Hindu God of Love. Every year, since she could remember, the women in her village would congregate in the village square to make a Mandala for the Gods. She had prayed desperately to the god Krishna for help when her time to make a Mandala came, and though Krishna is forbidden from speaking directly to the mortals per her father's demands, she made a silent vow to help Anvi when that day did come. Anvi didn't participate in the yearly Mandala making until she came of age, but the year she turned 18, her mother decided that she was ready to participate in the event. She had been excited to finally get her hands in some of the brightly colored sand, and was extremely excited for the design part of the process. The Mandala event is split into two smaller events.
The first event happens in the middle of the day, when the sun is in the sky. During the first event, the women split up into four groups, and each designs a part of the Mandala. Anvi was a part of the quarter group, a team mostly comprised of first timers like herself, while her mother had been moved up recently to the centennial group, a team made up of women who were highly respected in the community. Anvi was so ready to start in the design process that she spear headed her team's design as leader.
The other girls, who had never been to a Mandala making before today, followed her blindly in the hopes that they would make a good design under her guidance. Anvi, however, was not completely in control of her own inhibitions. When she started to think of ideas for the Mandala, images of utter horror and terror filled her mind rapidly. She didn't think of these images as horrible though, thanks to the deity who was watching over her, Krishna.
The God of Love remembered Anvi's prayers from when she was a child, and was using her to pass on a message through her Mandala design. Krishna was the only God available, as the others were busy fending off what may well be the end of the world's cycle. Because of her inability to directly communicate with mortals, this was the only way she was able to pass on her message of the end times.
When it came time to present their design to the others, Anvi's group was not at all sure if they're design would be properly received. The others tried to tell Anvi that something was not right with their Mandala design, but Anvi was so blinded by Krishna's Godly intent that she didn't see the true nature of what she had made.
When it was her turn to present her groups Mandala, the women in the square gasped and yelled. They shamed her, and called her evil names, asking what had possessed her to draw such a thing. Anvi's Mandala was a circle in the colors of the globe with spikes that held the impaled bodies of the Gods on them. The spikes circled the globe like a dangerous halo, and silver sand was shaped and molded like dripping ichor.
The women began to throw objects at her, and Anvi's mother had been chased from the square with the angry shouts of "Your daughter is the devil himself!" Krishna over saw all of this, and decided that before she left for good, she would bless Anvi with a gift to get her out of this mess. She reached down and took a small handful of sand from the heavens. She kissed it lightly, and then blew it down onto Anvi. This whole phenomenon was invisible to all mortal eyes, except for Anvi who could feel the sand raining down on her. While she was distracted looking up from where the sand fell, a girl from her team pushed her traitorously into the angry mob of women. Anvi, with new found power, flailed her arms in an effort to catch herself, and found herself instead on a hard smooth surface. Beneath her was a podium she had instantly crafted from the Mandala sand around her, and it showcased in even gorier detail the prophecy Krishna had passed on. The women screamed, this time to terrified to strike back against her, and ran away from the village square.
No one would take her in, and her own family shunned her from their household. She was alone, and had no one to guide her. She left Krishna Village in search of someone who could teach her about her new found power. She eventually found a teacher in a grizzled old mage half way across the sea in a country called Basilisk. It is here, a year after her departure and discovery of her Mandala power that she finds herself, taking on odd jobs as a part of a guild, and earning her own money with her own power.
Abilities
◼ Vishnus Sword | She has the ability to form a double edged sword from the Mandala sand at her side. The sword can come in a variety of different colors ranging from blue to green to bright red. Despite the fact that it is made of sand, don't let that fool you into thinking its a kind blade. The sword cuts with the same wrath as Vishnu. It's not the most shimmering blade out there, but if you hold it to the light you can see half of the snarling face of Vishnu himself.
◼ Krishna's Shield | Anvi can summon a shield from the Mandala sand at her side. The Shield, much like the sword, is a strong shield. But, it can be cracked with enough force. It too comes in various different shades of colors, and has eccentric patterns etched into it. If you hold it up into the light, you can see half of the gentle face of Krishna herself.
◼ The Gods Podium | Anvi can form a giant standing podium beneath her feet, using the loose dirt and sand beneath her. This, however, only works with enough sand. If there is a limited amount she can not go very high on the podium, and thus it is kind of useless in places with little to no sand.
◼ Krishna's Kiss | Anvi can cut virtually any hard rock or metal with fast moving sand. For this to work however, the sand has to come from her side and not from the ground, as the Mandala sand is the only sand durable enough to be passed through a hard object.
◼ And May Her Will Be | This is something that can only be triggered in extreme cases, and when the God Krishna is listening to Anvi's prayers. Anvi can ask Krishna to possess her like she did before and turn the tide of the situation she is in. Anvi can only receive help from the Gods when she is in extreme peril and it is not her time to die yet. Krishna can only possess Anvi when she is listening to her, and when Anvi wants her help in not dying. If Anvi asks Krishna for help in anything other than a life or death situation, the God will turn a blind eye to her.
//SKILLS: ◼ Loose Sand | Anvi is an experienced sword dancer, a profession back at home where you dress in lavish dance garb and flexibly dodge blades being thrust at you. She has practiced this since she was 10, and has proven to be very quick on her feet. Because of this, its pretty hard to catch her with a sword or lance because of how flexible she is.
◼ On the Back of a Dune | Anvi is very good at balancing on high up places, and this is mainly because of the odd jobs she goes on in Basilisk. Because of her power, many employ her in getting things from high up, so she has had to practice her balance many times to get it just right.
//LIMITATIONS: ◼ A Dancers Feet | While she is very fast and light on her feet, all that hopping around tires her out pretty quickly.
◼ Godless Charisma | Ever since the whole Mandala fiasco, she hasn't been the most sociable of people. Because of this, she comes off as a little standoffish and awkward. This makes it hard for people to trust her.
//WEAKNESSES: ◼ Haughty Pursuit | She is eager, too eager, to do everything her way. Once she gets an idea in her head, be it good or bad, there is no stopping her from going along with it.
◼ Empty Vials | She can run out of Mandala Sand if she is not careful in using it in battle or otherwise. Once she runs out, its up to her to figure out a way out of her situation.
Ω N O T E S: ◼ She gets her vials from a local Hindu shop in Basilisk. They have a great vender from Ahndri, a village near Krishna, that sells things from her home. It helps with home sickness too!
◼ Her Vials of Mandala sand come in jars that are strapped to her waist tightly. They're big and bulky, and often a little heavy, but this isn't an issue when she empties them in battle.
Welp it took half the day, but here is a sheet of that character I was talking about! am I supposed to just start here? or do I go some other place to post?@Metal Tortoise
edit: you have no idea how much pinterest saved my ass when it came time to find a picture for Anvi...pinterest is a fucking godsend
"I've never once been caught without a vial of sand on my person!"
Anvi
♦ A G E: 19
♦ S E X: Female
♦ A L I G N M E N T: Lawful good
Ω O R I G I N S:
Anvi was born in a small desert community named after Krishna, the Hindu God of Love. Every year, since she could remember, the women in her village would congregate in the village square to make a Mandala for the Gods. She had prayed desperately to the god Krishna for help when her time to make a Mandala came, and though Krishna is forbidden from speaking directly to the mortals per her father's demands, she made a silent vow to help Anvi when that day did come. Anvi didn't participate in the yearly Mandala making until she came of age, but the year she turned 18, her mother decided that she was ready to participate in the event. She had been excited to finally get her hands in some of the brightly colored sand, and was extremely excited for the design part of the process. The Mandala event is split into two smaller events.
The first event happens in the middle of the day, when the sun is in the sky. During the first event, the women split up into four groups, and each designs a part of the Mandala. Anvi was a part of the quarter group, a team mostly comprised of first timers like herself, while her mother had been moved up recently to the centennial group, a team made up of women who were highly respected in the community. Anvi was so ready to start in the design process that she spear headed her team's design as leader.
The other girls, who had never been to a Mandala making before today, followed her blindly in the hopes that they would make a good design under her guidance. Anvi, however, was not completely in control of her own inhibitions. When she started to think of ideas for the Mandala, images of utter horror and terror filled her mind rapidly. She didn't think of these images as horrible though, thanks to the deity who was watching over her, Krishna.
The God of Love remembered Anvi's prayers from when she was a child, and was using her to pass on a message through her Mandala design. Krishna was the only God available, as the others were busy fending off what may well be the end of the world's cycle. Because of her inability to directly communicate with mortals, this was the only way she was able to pass on her message of the end times.
When it came time to present their design to the others, Anvi's group was not at all sure if they're design would be properly received. The others tried to tell Anvi that something was not right with their Mandala design, but Anvi was so blinded by Krishna's Godly intent that she didn't see the true nature of what she had made.
When it was her turn to present her groups Mandala, the women in the square gasped and yelled. They shamed her, and called her evil names, asking what had possessed her to draw such a thing. Anvi's Mandala was a circle in the colors of the globe with spikes that held the impaled bodies of the Gods on them. The spikes circled the globe like a dangerous halo, and silver sand was shaped and molded like dripping ichor.
The women began to throw objects at her, and Anvi's mother had been chased from the square with the angry shouts of "Your daughter is the devil himself!" Krishna over saw all of this, and decided that before she left for good, she would bless Anvi with a gift to get her out of this mess. She reached down and took a small handful of sand from the heavens. She kissed it lightly, and then blew it down onto Anvi. This whole phenomenon was invisible to all mortal eyes, except for Anvi who could feel the sand raining down on her. While she was distracted looking up from where the sand fell, a girl from her team pushed her traitorously into the angry mob of women. Anvi, with new found power, flailed her arms in an effort to catch herself, and found herself instead on a hard smooth surface. Beneath her was a podium she had instantly crafted from the Mandala sand around her, and it showcased in even gorier detail the prophecy Krishna had passed on. The women screamed, this time to terrified to strike back against her, and ran away from the village square.
No one would take her in, and her own family shunned her from their household. She was alone, and had no one to guide her. She left Krishna Village in search of someone who could teach her about her new found power. She eventually found a teacher in a grizzled old mage half way across the sea in a country called Basilisk. It is here, a year after her departure and discovery of her Mandala power that she finds herself, taking on odd jobs as a part of a guild, and earning her own money with her own power.
Abilities
◼ Vishnus Sword | She has the ability to form a double edged sword from the Mandala sand at her side. The sword can come in a variety of different colors ranging from blue to green to bright red. Despite the fact that it is made of sand, don't let that fool you into thinking its a kind blade. The sword cuts with the same wrath as Vishnu. It's not the most shimmering blade out there, but if you hold it to the light you can see half of the snarling face of Vishnu himself.
◼ Krishna's Shield | Anvi can summon a shield from the Mandala sand at her side. The Shield, much like the sword, is a strong shield. But, it can be cracked with enough force. It too comes in various different shades of colors, and has eccentric patterns etched into it. If you hold it up into the light, you can see half of the gentle face of Krishna herself.
◼ The Gods Podium | Anvi can form a giant standing podium beneath her feet, using the loose dirt and sand beneath her. This, however, only works with enough sand. If there is a limited amount she can not go very high on the podium, and thus it is kind of useless in places with little to no sand.
◼ Krishna's Kiss | Anvi can cut virtually any hard rock or metal with fast moving sand. For this to work however, the sand has to come from her side and not from the ground, as the Mandala sand is the only sand durable enough to be passed through a hard object.
◼ And May Her Will Be | This is something that can only be triggered in extreme cases, and when the God Krishna is listening to Anvi's prayers. Anvi can ask Krishna to possess her like she did before and turn the tide of the situation she is in. Anvi can only receive help from the Gods when she is in extreme peril and it is not her time to die yet. Krishna can only possess Anvi when she is listening to her, and when Anvi wants her help in not dying. If Anvi asks Krishna for help in anything other than a life or death situation, the God will turn a blind eye to her.
//SKILLS: ◼ Loose Sand | Anvi is an experienced sword dancer, a profession back at home where you dress in lavish dance garb and flexibly dodge blades being thrust at you. She has practiced this since she was 10, and has proven to be very quick on her feet. Because of this, its pretty hard to catch her with a sword or lance because of how flexible she is.
◼ On the Back of a Dune | Anvi is very good at balancing on high up places, and this is mainly because of the odd jobs she goes on in Basilisk. Because of her power, many employ her in getting things from high up, so she has had to practice her balance many times to get it just right.
//LIMITATIONS: ◼ A Dancers Feet | While she is very fast and light on her feet, all that hopping around tires her out pretty quickly.
◼ Godless Charisma | Ever since the whole Mandala fiasco, she hasn't been the most sociable of people. Because of this, she comes off as a little standoffish and awkward. This makes it hard for people to trust her.
//WEAKNESSES: ◼ Haughty Pursuit | She is eager, too eager, to do everything her way. Once she gets an idea in her head, be it good or bad, there is no stopping her from going along with it.
◼ Empty Vials | She can run out of Mandala Sand if she is not careful in using it in battle or otherwise. Once she runs out, its up to her to figure out a way out of her situation.
Ω N O T E S: ◼ She gets her vials from a local Hindu shop in Basilisk. They have a great vender from Ahndri, a village near Krishna, that sells things from her home. It helps with home sickness too!
◼ Her Vials of Mandala sand come in jars that are strapped to her waist tightly. They're big and bulky, and often a little heavy, but this isn't an issue when she empties them in battle.
recently I've been playing this game called Wild Animals online, and it is exactly what it sounds like. its a zombie mmo, except instead of playing as a human, you play as an animal. on my first play through I played as a deer, and its incredibly easy to level up as a herbivore, because the game spreads your food source on the ground. and its not like grass or some shit, no the devs literally just programmed in these shitty looking sprites that are supposed to be fruit, and that's what you eat. and anyway, I guess I'm telling you this because playing this game has made me realize how hard it is to be a Fox in the wild.
today, I played as a Fox for the first time, and I have never raged so hard at random people in a chat room. its not the fact that other animals will eat the pray you caught, but more along the lines of other "animals will literally sabotage every hunt you make because so and so is their friend". experiencing being a Fox in this game has made me wonder why the game is like this, or why anyone would want to be a Fox when everyone else has some sort of advantage over you.
I'm a beginner at this, though I did fight on this old Undertale forum with a few of my friends. fight scenes are something I've never actually written in my own work, mainly because most of what I write is like mystery type shit. though I have written for an arena role play before, and I am happy to provide a character sheet. I have a few ideas for characters in mind already!
Hello, My name is Liseran. I'm a writer, an artist, and I usually spend my time fucking off and watching cat videos instead of doing my homework.
I have a Deviantart @LiseranThistle, please consider checking my artwork out if you like my profile picture.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello, My name is Liseran. I'm a writer, an artist, and I usually spend my time fucking off and watching cat videos instead of doing my homework. <br><br>I have a Deviantart @LiseranThistle, please consider checking my artwork out if you like my profile picture.</div>
