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Beyond the Desert Sands [Fantasy] [Closed+Canceled]

Name: Ishan Salil Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Ishan stands at 6'3 with short, curly black hair, amber eyes, and midtone brown skin reminiscent of coffee mixed with a dollop of milk. He has a lithe muscular frame, his arms slightly longer than normal which are met with large hands and long fingers. Behind his mask is a smiling face with an upturned aristocratic nose, with his right eyebrow split in two from a scar he received as a boy. The soles of his feet are dark and firm, tempered by years of walking barefoot in the scalding summer sands. Isham day to day would wear a long robe that concealed him down to his ankles. Before his imprisonment he was wearing the ceremonial garb of his family's heretical religion which consisted of a mask made from the bark of the palms and a skirt of the palms' fronds, bound by leather straps. Reference Personality: "Violence is a tool meant only to defend the lives of those I love." -Ishan Salil "I love all of my brothers and sisters who walk these lands." -Ishan Salil Ishan lives a life of pacifism, refusing to strike someone who would do him harm, only willing to raise his fist in defense of those who cannot defend themselves. He will show love and compassion to every person he meets, including those that have slighted him in the past. He is a calm spirit, quick to act once he has decided his feelings on a matter. His levelheadedness is only matched by his stubbornness. He will take time deciding, but once he has, he dedicates himself to that decision with all of his heart. Biography: A mother knows something is horribly wrong when I child emerges without a cry. Isham was born deaf and mute. His handicap, a death sentence to members of the poorest class, was only a hindrance as his family had the wealth to find those that could help their deaf son become a functioning member of society. By the time he was of schooling age he could read lips, write, read, perform sign language, and speak (with little grace). On Isham's 11th birthday his father, Zayn, took him to a hidden cellar beneath their home. Its walls were lined with shelves of books, many in a language Isham had never before read. The wall farthest from the door held a simple shrine to the moon, a long curved blade sitting at the base of the shrine, two burning pots of coals sizzling at both sides. His father instructed him to watch his lips and learn the words he spoke. Flames licked his fathers fingertips as his father whispered prayer to the goddess of the moon, giving him his first taste of magic. He ceased going to school the following year, Zayn opting to teach him of their family secrets which was much more important a tradition to keep alive than a simple education. Four years into his education Zayn and Isham were finally caught sneaking into the hidden room during the dead of night where an investigation was launched and their hidden shrine was discovered. The two were dragged through the city in their shamanistic garbs of masks made from the bark of palm trees and skirts made of palm trees, bound by leather bands with inscripted stones tied to the belt. Zayn faced execution on their first night, while Isham's execution has yet to come. Isham has come to accept his fate, dwelling on the final words of his father, "Those who would kill us for what we know do not deserve to see what we're capable of."

Beyond the Desert Sands [Fantasy] [Closed+Canceled]

Great, thanks Divinity. Do you want me to post my character to the character section or should I leave that to you?

Beyond the Desert Sands [Fantasy] [Closed+Canceled]

Aloha, I'd like to try n join in. I know magic is largely not believed to exist and I tried to incorporate that aspect of the lore into my character, hope that's not a problem. Name: Ishan Salil Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Ishan stands at 6'3 with short, curly black hair, amber eyes, and midtone brown skin reminiscent of coffee mixed with a dollop of milk. He has a lithe muscular frame, his arms slightly longer than normal which are met with large hands and long fingers. Behind his mask is a smiling face with an upturned aristocratic nose, with his right eyebrow split in two from a scar he received as a boy. The soles of his feet are dark and firm, tempered by years of walking barefoot in the scalding summer sands. Isham day to day would wear a long robe that concealed him down to his ankles. Before his imprisonment he was wearing the ceremonial garb of his family's heretical religion which consisted of a mask made from the bark of the palms and a skirt of the palms' fronds, bound by leather straps. Reference Personality: "Violence is a tool meant only to defend the lives of those I love." -Ishan Salil "I love all of my brothers and sisters who walk these lands." -Ishan Salil Ishan lives a life of pacifism, refusing to strike someone who would do him harm, only willing to raise his fist in defense of those who cannot defend themselves. He will show love and compassion to every person he meets, including those that have slighted him in the past. He is a calm spirit, quick to act once he has decided his feelings on a matter. His levelheadedness is only matched by his stubbornness. He will take time deciding, but once he has, he dedicates himself to that decision with all of his heart. Biography: A mother knows something is horribly wrong when I child emerges without a cry. Isham was born deaf and mute. His handicap, a death sentence to members of the poorest class, was only a hindrance as his family had the wealth to find those that could help their deaf son become a functioning member of society. By the time he was of schooling age he could read lips, write, read, perform sign language, and speak (with little grace). On Isham's 11th birthday his father, Zayn, took him to a hidden cellar beneath their home. Its walls were lined with shelves of books, many in a language Isham had never before read. The wall farthest from the door held a simple shrine to the moon, a long curved blade sitting at the base of the shrine, two burning pots of coals sizzling at both sides. His father instructed him to watch his lips and learn the words he spoke. Flames licked his fathers fingertips as his father whispered prayer to the goddess of the moon, giving him his first taste of magic. He ceased going to school the following year, Zayn opting to teach him of their family secrets which was much more important a tradition to keep alive than a simple education. Four years into his education Zayn and Isham were finally caught sneaking into the hidden room during the dead of night where an investigation was launched and their hidden shrine was discovered. The two were dragged through the city in their shamanistic garbs of masks made from the bark of palm trees and skirts made of palm trees, bound by leather bands with inscripted stones tied to the belt. Zayn faced execution on their first night, while Isham's execution has yet to come. Isham has come to accept his fate, dwelling on the final words of his father, "Those who would kill us for what we know do not deserve to see what we're capable of."

L.A.D. --- Living Alchemic Drive RP

Hmm... well, this definitely isn't a good RP for just two people and the GM seems to be mia for at least a good while. Looks like I'll be leaving/taking a hiatus. Raijin, I'm looking to start my own RP (completely unrelated to this in all aspects) so if you're looking for a new one you're more than welcome to sign up (might be a few days). Gnar, hope you're doing alright. Would happily be in any future rps with you. Feel free to reach out to me when you come back to RPG.

L.A.D. --- Living Alchemic Drive RP

Her eyes gave away every thought that she tried oh so hard to keep locked away, making every exchange between her more and more amusing for Leonce, a small crooked smile near never leaving the corner of his lips. He had already begun to consider whether or not he should try messing with her more, seeing as it was kinda fun to get the reactions he's been getting out of her. She seemed to be a good sport about it too. Well... good might not be the best way to describe it. At the mention of always wanting piercings or tattoos his eyes lit up and he was about to speak when Drake arrived and joined in on the conversation. Leonce listened the best he could while his mind mulled over two of his favourite topics, his mind fully at debate about whether or not to offer up his services to Esther. He had no doubt in his mind that she wasn't serious, but it'd be fun to get a reaction out of her when he offered up his services. Leonce looked back and forth from Drake to Esther and back again as he spoke and she listened and then she spoke and he listened, Leonce giving a nod to her assessment of why it was that people offered their condolences to him. "Y'know," Leonce butted in, "I think all of that genius made you a touch crazy, my friend. Most folks would't willingly separate from their limbs unless something like death were the only alternative, specially someone as young as you were. Most people couldn't imagine a person willingly giving up their limbs, even fewer when it comes to someone removing their own limbs for a science experiment. Your nanobotty-cyber-roboty arm is awfully great 'n all, it's just..." Leonce grabbed his own wrist and gave it a shake, "Nothin' really beats flesh 'n blood in my books." "Now," Leonce said pointedly toward Esther as he turned his attention to her,"About them piercings and tattoos..." Leonce smirked at her, his crooked smile growing wider by the second, "I think I could help you out with that. See my earrings and these snakebites? Did 'em myself. As for the tattoos..." he paused, pulling up his left sleeve to just below the elbow and the right sleeve halfway up his forearm revealing two tattoos, "Did each of these on my own as well. Would've done all of them on my own, but I'm not nearly as talented as some of the folks back home." Leonce opened his palms, gesturing at the two of them before pulling his hands away, "So if either of you need any holes on your body or any ink under your skin, by all means pay me a visit."

L.A.D. --- Living Alchemic Drive RP

Well I'm thoroughly disappointed. Seemed to have caught RPG at a bad time and when I went to post it was lost to an error for not being between 3 and 63000 characters (it very well was). If I don't get a post up before I pass out I'll try to see about getting one up before I head out for the day tomorrow. Edit: Looks like I happened to post mid update for the addition of avatars in private messages. Darn.