OmegaOnyx

Wanderers in the Void

The girl snapped out of her calmed stance, quickly standing to grab her spear. She spun around, the arrowhead pointed towards the stranger, lowering her weapon once she had a glance at the newcomer. Even when intimidated she wouldn't let it show, straightening her back to make eye contact with the brute.

"You know what you smell, stranger. You're not so lovely yourself either."

The woman snickered at her own snarky remark, grinning smugly towards the man. She jabbed the end of the handle into the grass before turning her attention back to the brute, sneering in an annoyed tone.

"I'm just a traveler. What are you wanting anyway? Nothing's here in these woods, and I don't give away potions."

Her eyes trailed over his body. Her grin diminished as her attention drew to the man's tattoos. She could only stare in shock at the familiar markings, knowing what they bear, as similar ones show across her face and through the tears of her clothes. She gripped tightly to her weapon, her cocky attitude faded as she mumbled under her breath, shaking her head in disbelief.

"No...it can't be, there's no way.."

She didn't know what to think or do. Memories of the past alpha came to thought, but it was centuries ago she held that role. Since it was so long ago, she remained in doubt that the legacy carried forward. She stared down the giant, planning in her head how to flee if an attack comes at random.

Wanderers in the Void

The woman sat cross-legged in front of her charred campfire, watching the smoke rise silently. A stone-tipped spear laid against a tree within her reach, ready to grab if needed, though she didn't suspect of anyone coming this deep into the forest. She pulled off a leather pouch hanging from her chest, grabbing a pinch of the herb inside to toss over the ashes, immediately grabbing two rocks after pulling the bag shut. After several attempts, she lit a spark, sitting back as a bluish flame burned. She stared into it intensely, waiting for a vision to arise in final hopes of seeing where the lone traveler shall go.

The shaman heavily relied on these visions and spells to guide her way across this world, as she remains alone in her many years of living. Still dabbling in the work of her craft, she spends her time practicing, remaining in the woods that she called her new home for several years. Though she has history with the powerful magic, her mind and body remained the same since she was merely young and brash, often letting her become frustrated easily. Her cocky attitude lacked the patience she really needed, though she still makes attempts in sharpening her skills.

Setting her headdress in her lap, the woman kept her focus to the flickering cerulean, growling lowly as a breeze came by blowing it away. She let out an exaggerated sigh as she leaned back against a boulder, staring off to space trying to decide what to do, rubbing the bridge of her nose. The smoke from before mixed with the attempt, rising in a blue hue to the sky.

She stared up at the trees, silence filling the air. The boredom felt overwhelming to her, but she wasn't ready to be on the move again. Her thoughts pondered back to the bandwagon of hunters chasing her days before. Though the mage was powerful, she was outnumbered, and would rather flee than to fight. She drew an energy orb, launching it into the group, scaring their horses and injuring anyone in its way, giving her time to retreat into the woods. A smirk rose across her lips, the scene replaying in her head.

Wanderers in the Void

"A mischievous troublemaker with a bite and hunger for mayhem."
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Basic Info
Name: Rida Blackclaw
Player: OmegaOnyx
Gender: Female
Nicknames:
Race: Werewolf
Class: Shaman/Battlemage
Alignment:
Deity:
Age: 19 (Cursed with Immortality)
Size: medium
Body Type:
Height: 6 ft
Weight: 180 lbs.
Complexion: Tan
Hair: Silver
Eyes: Blue
Handedness: Right
Scars: Minor scars across her torso, legs, and neck, claw marks across her back
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Sarcastic, impish, Quick-tempered, on-guard
Mannerisms: Smart-alec responses, fleeing from battle, destroying whatever she feels like
Likes: Nature, Solitude, Magic
Dislikes: Civilization
Sexual Affinity: Straight
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Description
Human Form: A tall, tan woman hiding blue eyes under bangs of silver hair. Her dreads tie up in the back, obscured by a headdress of red and white feathers, multitudes of wooden beads looped around every lock. A variety of leather pouches hang from her chest and belt all filled with assortments of minerals and herbs, all a mark of her medical practice. Crimson markings stained to her skin show her past tribe's glory, hidden under her ripped attire consisting of a coat, brassiere, tights, and leather boots, all black and worn out through her adventures.

Werewolf Form: A dark bluish-gray wolf bearing the same tribal marks as her human state. Her transformation undergoes an illusion like state, the human girl's colors fading into thin air before forming the wolf's silhouette in her arcane's crimson shade, smoke filling the beast into reality.
(Artwork will come soon)

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Connections
Friends- She has never gained any, even in her mortal years.
Enemies- Deceased or unknown, she never knew names
Family- The council of her tribe consisted of her father, mother, and 2 brothers.
Acquaintances
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Biography
Rida Blackclaw was an alpha of her tribe and was forced into the role of chief by custom, being the oldest child of the council. She grudgingly accepted, foolishly treating it like nothing of major. Even though she wasn't in favor of that responsibility, she continued her duties as a shaman, tending to wounds and warding away spirits. The mage took more interest in studying magic, finding favor in owning its power. Even when the council disapproved, Rida rebelled, hiding away from the village to practice.

An attack of vampires tore her home apart, killing away her army and setting ablaze to everything in sight. With the flames rising, everyone was separated, and Rida fled out of panic.

The lost mage visited their ancestor's shrine days later in hopes of guidance. An angered spirit named Daku answered, assigning blame to Rida for abandoning her leadership. The snarky girl argued with Daku, opposing the advantage over the unknown army of fiends. This retaliation infuriated the warlord, calling for a curse on the shaman.

"As you failed to lead your family, you will continue to lead yourself to failure!"

Immortality was bestowed to Rida, though without a tribe to lead and her family lost to her, she set out wandering the world, seeking what she could of her many years of living. She spent the next 150 years in solitude, running from hunters and bandits alike. Her practice never stopped, practicing the same art she always loved, though using its power to wreak havoc to anyone who dared held a weapon to her.

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"A mischievous troublemaker with a bite and hunger for mayhem."
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Basic Info
Name: Rida Blackclaw
Player: OmegaOnyx
Gender: Female
Nicknames:
Race: Werewolf
Class: Shaman/Battlemage
Alignment:
Deity:
Age: 19 (Cursed with Immortality)
Size: medium
Body Type:
Height: 6 ft
Weight: 180 lbs.
Complexion: Tan
Hair: Silver
Eyes: Blue
Handedness: Right
Scars: Minor scars across her torso, legs, and neck, claw marks across her back
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Sarcastic, impish, Quick-tempered, on-guard
Mannerisms: Smart-alec responses, fleeing from battle, destroying whatever she feels like
Likes: Nature, Solitude, Magic
Dislikes: Civilization
Sexual Affinity: Straight
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Description
Human Form: A tall, tan woman hiding blue eyes under bangs of silver hair. Her dreads tie up in the back, obscured by a headdress of red and white feathers, multitudes of wooden beads looped around every lock. A variety of leather pouches hang from her chest and belt all filled with assortments of minerals and herbs, all a mark of her medical practice. Crimson markings stained to her skin show her past tribe's glory, hidden under her ripped attire consisting of a coat, brassiere, tights, and leather boots, all black and worn out through her adventures.

Werewolf Form: A dark bluish-gray wolf bearing the same tribal marks as her human state. Her transformation undergoes an illusion like state, the human girl's colors fading into thin air before forming the wolf's silhouette in her arcane's crimson shade, smoke filling the beast into reality.
(Artwork will come soon)

__________________
Connections
Friends- She has never gained any, even in her mortal years.
Enemies- Deceased or unknown, she never knew names
Family- The council of her tribe consisted of her father, mother, and 2 brothers.
Acquaintances
__________________

__________________

Biography
Rida Blackclaw was an alpha of her tribe and was forced into the role of chief by custom, being the oldest child of the council. She grudgingly accepted, foolishly treating it like nothing of major. Even though she wasn't in favor of that responsibility, she continued her duties as a shaman, tending to wounds and warding away spirits. The mage took more interest in studying magic, finding favor in owning its power. Even when the council disapproved, Rida rebelled, hiding away from the village to practice.

An attack of vampires tore her home apart, killing away her army and setting ablaze to everything in sight. With the flames rising, everyone was separated, and Rida fled out of panic.

The lost mage visited their ancestor's shrine days later in hopes of guidance. An angered spirit named Daku answered, assigning blame to Rida for abandoning her leadership. The snarky girl argued with Daku, opposing the advantage over the unknown army of fiends. This retaliation infuriated the warlord, calling for a curse on the shaman.

"As you failed to lead your family, you will continue to lead yourself to failure!"

Immortality was bestowed to Rida, though without a tribe to lead and her family lost to her, she set out wandering the world, seeking what she could of her many years of living. She spent the next 150 years in solitude, running from hunters and bandits alike. Her practice never stopped, practicing the same art she always loved, though using its power to wreak havoc to anyone who dared held a weapon to her.

New to the Site, Know my Stuff Though

Says the adorable one.

New to the Site, Know my Stuff Though

Hi! Call me Omega. I'm a huge furry nerd that loves fantasy and sci-fi, hence my reason for getting into rp to begin with and the drive for inspiration that comes from multitudes of books, movies, and video games. I'm a writer and artist, though not any kind of superior and mainly furry-related. Even though I'm shy about it, I enjoy writing stories, roleplay, and creating characters regardless.

I've roleplayed for a few years on a small handful of platforms, either died off or shut down. I've grown rusty, but I can still deliver story. Though my taste has mainly been dipped into fantasy, I'm willing to broaden my horizon into other genres.