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9 yrs ago
Current Some events have happened in my life which has driven me to decide between leaving or staying here. I've decided to leave. I will no longer be on this site to roleplay. I may come back as Rae Zerg .
9 yrs ago
Well, my Father was in the ER after throwing up blood today. Apparently an ulcer burst and now he can't eat anything more than soup. I'll be home for the next two days off of work though.
9 yrs ago
I...don't know why corporate can be closed on July 4th but the stores themselves can't.
9 yrs ago
Just spent the last four hours bringing sheetrock into my house and helping my father place it on the ceiling and walls of one of our rooms. Everything hurts.
9 yrs ago
This Job is literally trying to kill me. First time on food like and I am put on during dinner rush.

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"Two years ago we faced an extermination level event. Our lives were destroyed by an infectious fungus which killed and took over the body of the host. When the host died, its body would explode releasing spores to infect those nearby. The Churches declared it a curse from God and that only prayer to devotion to him coulld save your soul. This isn't the story of how the Governments fell. Nay, it is the story of how the Governments stood by us while we died. They bled as we bled. In America, the President spoke that if this fungus was God's will then he would fight against that God no matter what. When he took ill from the fungus, he declared his body to be incenerated so that the fungus would not spread.

When the Pope died, the Church blamed us for not praying for his health. They said that, because of our lack of prayer, we could no longer contact our almighty lord to save us. The Church fell apart while our governments stood against the pandemic even while their key members died. And yet, the Church wished for us to believe in them and nobody else for they had all the 'answers' that we asked for. They were frauds asking the blind to allow them to lead them. And like a blind man, we followed them down the pathway they guided us. Many people died on that pathway but we eventually found our way when we were lost. So, I ask you here today, which would you have trusted? Would you have followed the Church like a blind man or would you have followed the Governments who died while attempting to save us? Look into yourself and determine the answer." - Pastor Johannes Mighalm of the New Order



In a massive terrorist attack ten years ago, bombs released the spores of a genetically engineered fungus which latched on to whatever living animal it landed on. The fungus would then proceed to infect all parts of the body and eventually mature. After about three days, those infected with the fungus would no longer function and would just collapse or be found in their homes sitting still. A day later, they would 'die' and fungal spores would be released to latch on to those nearby. The fungus would then proceed to trick the brain stem into believing the body was alive. The network of fungus which had infested the entire body by this point would then act as a sort of nervous system. The possibility of recovery from the fungus had a one percent chance and the chance of immunity was one thousandth of a percent. The only way to kill those infected who have been brought back is by using fire to burn the body otherwise it would still be able to function.

Despite the many attempts to supress the spread of the fungus, the governments of the world failed to do more than slow its spread. The fungus quickly infected the soldiers deployed to make sure quarantines stayed in place. It became lass obvious on the outside in the first few days of its infection. More and more government officals died as the fungus worked its way into the depth of their organizations. But, before the governments fell apart, safe zones were constructed. Buildings were quarantined off from the outside world and made into safe zones for anybody who could get here. Enough food to last nearly a century were kept inside the safe zones for those living there. But, many safe zones were quickly overun by a flood of civilians and could not provide enough food to last that long. A bustling set of buildings in a Safe Zone just inside of Manhattan in New York City has begun to run short on their food. A team is put together of volunteers who are willing to go out and find food, bottled water, and any weapons they can carry with them. Their mission will determine whether or not the Safe Zone will survive much longer or fall into chaos.



Hello and welcome to The Darkest Days, an apocalyptic roleplay of my own design. On September 21st, 2018, a unknown terrorist organization struck major cities all across the world. Paris, London, Rome, New York City, and various others were hit by small bombs carrying not radioactive materials but a genetically manufactured fungus by the terrorists for not just killing the host but spreading the spores rapidly. Upon death, boils on the body of the host will explode releasing the spores and, about an hour later, the fungus will trick the brain into believing the body alive. The system of the fungus then mimics thee nervous system by carrying orders to the limbs of the bodies.

Those of you who are interested will take the roles of characters who have volunteered to go outside Safe Zone 88, located in Manhattan. Safe Zone 88 ecompasses the insides of St. Patrick's Cathedral and the grounds outside of it. Safe Zone 88 holds around a thousand civilians and around a hundred armed soldiers. Around four months before we begin, the government of the United States is what one can offically call disbanded. As such, safe zones have begun to no longer recieve supply drops with food and water. Despite attempts at rationing, Safe Zone 88 begins to run low on essentials including ammo for their weapons. Up to a month before the beginning, electricity and basic plumbing was still working as it was mostly maintained by government officials.

Safe Zone 88 is one of the largest safe zones in Manhattan and one of the best armed. The soldiers who still reside in the safe zone had brought with them extra weapons before they secured the safe zone. As such, they have a supply of about six extra pistols, a set of twelve knives, and about twenty clips for the pistols. These pistols are your average, police issued Glock 17 that may or may not have been taken from a police station if the soldiers had found the need to supply the civilians with a form of self defence. I wouldn't expect your characters to be trained how to use any of these weapons with all that great of an efficency nor do I really expect them to use them. Rather, your characters probably brought some kind of weapon with them when they came to hide in Safe Zone 88. Anyway, I don't intend for the roleplay to end once we find food for the Safe Zone. It is very much possible that we may end up going on several missions to improve the Safe Zone, find more safe zones, or even find survivors. So, tell me what y'all think of this idea if you like it.
Lenaya, the capital of Lydia as far as Evia had found out from the humans after asking about the city since seeing the poster. The city was absolutely massive and Evia had been able to see its walls from quite the distance. It was so much larger than the small villages Evia was use to seeing in her journey from Ilpa. She had seen small villages and towns as well as the moving tribes of her people who welcomed her with open arms. Apparently they had known about the tribe on Ilpa and were glad to see one of their kind outside of the island since they had left. Her people had kept her supplied with bread, fish, and nuts whenever she stopped with them as a part of their welcoming gift. In fact, Evia had stopped a few days ago at one of the tribes before leaving for Lenaya once again with her supplies.

The city was amazing in size and the architecture was like nothing she had ever seen before. Villages had tatch roofing and were built from wood but here, here the houses had stone and wood. It was obvious that this city was the capital by the richness of the buildings inside the walls. The 'peasants', as Evia had come to realize they were called, lived in the small villages while this city seemed to be a mixture of working class people and the upper class society. It was odd to Evia, her village had no such positions as everybody helped everybody. She felt the urge to write about this part of the Lydian society for her people to read about and perhaps warn about. Evia knew that she couldn't write anything until she was somewhere safe where nobody would try and take anything, a person had tried it once with her book and ended up with a bite wound on his hand from Minim. It seemed Minim knew more about human nature than Evia did or at least didn't trust anybody.

Upon arriving inside the city, Evia promptly searched through many shops to find a woman selling ink. It was a bottle, the same size as her empty bottle, and bought the bottle for what happened to be all of her money. Only to realize, a few minutes later from another vendor, that the person she had just bought from often swindled new comers. Evia was not happy with this and as such had been in a foul mood since early morning. Minim had tried her best to fix Evia's mood only to be met by a sort of half smile from Evia. Minim had been her friend for so long and had never left for long, only occasionally to find some fish. Evia had sat underneath a small tree with Minim in her lap hoping to hear somebody mention the Golden Gaur so she could ask them for directions. Those who did mention it would scoff at Evia's question as if she was a child unable to care for herself.

After about six people, Evia took to the street and began to ask the occasional person who didn't seem busy for directions. Most said they had not the time to explain to a newcomer. It took several minutes before she met a man who was willing to give her directions. He led her down an alleyway and then turned the corner where he stopped. As soon as he stopped, the man pulled out a knife and Evia could hear movement from behind her. "Give me everything ya got and don't try anything funny. That there creature of yours would make a pretty penny on the blackmarket babe." the man said as he waved the knife closer to Evia. The person behind her had approached so that he held a knife right against her pack. It was a bad move on that man's part. As soon as he moved to take the pack, Evia twisted around and gripped his wrist. Before the man could do anything, Evia had already thrown him off balance by hooking her forearm at the crook in his knee and pulling forward.

The man fell backward and landed with a dull thud as his head knocked against the stone. Evia turned her attention towards the first man who had promptly advanced towards her while she was knocking the second man down. He lunged with his knife at Evia only to catch a set of sharp, hooked teeth in his forearm from Minim. Evia took advantage of the situation by pulling her swords from their place at her hips and pressing both tips into the man's sides. His struggling stopped as he realized that the situation had turned against him. Minim let go and hopped back on to Evia's shoulder before she began to talk. "So, you thought you could easily take over little me simply cause I am new here? You are a fool for trying. I don't carry these swords for fun." Evia stated as she pushed the tips into his sides to clarify her point. He obviously understood how bad his situation was as his face blanched from the pain of the swords pricking through his skin.

"I'm going to ask you some question and you are going to answer, yes?" Evia told him as Minim let out a soft growl. The man shook his head affirmative at Evia's trick question. She was tempted to simply injure the man and ask his currently knocked out companion the questions to let off her bad mood but decided against. "Why did you target me? Why did you want to steal from me? How do I really get to the Golden Guar?" Evia pressed the man for questions, some simply to learn something and as well to figure out where she needed to go. "You..you seemed new in town so we thought you would make an easy mark. We needed the money from selling your things to get some food. We didn't mean you any real harm ma'am. To get to the Golden Guar, just leave this alley and take a right then continue to till you reach a intersection of four. Take the left road and you'll eventually find the sign marking the Golden Guar." The man said shakily, seemingly nervous from the swords in his sides. Evia thanked him and walked out the alley way to follow the man's directions.

After several minutes of walking, Evia found the tavern known as the Golden Guar. It's sign held a drawing of a golden humanoid looking reptile on it, something which confused Evia immensely. Never in Evia's life had she heard of or seen a walking reptile. It seemed as such an odd thing to draw for a sign. Evia ignored the oddity of the sign and caustiously entered the tavern, as she had learned to do so many times before. Last time she had walked into a tavern without some caution, Evia had walked directly into a bar fight and was in jail for a night despite the fact that she wasn't even involved in. She entered the dark and mostly empty bar looking around the make sure there wasn't any sort of trap in the bar. There were three people in the bar alread and what appeared to be a big wolf, much larger than anything she had met. A man wearing some heavy looking armor was sitting next to the large wolf, perhaps he was the pet's master.

A young woman with brown hair stood at the bar, probably buying some of the beer the humans loved so much. The third and final person Evia noticed was an older woman sitting alone at a table. Evia felt out of place among these people and felt as if maybe going on this journey was a bad idea. Then she reminded herself that the reason she was going on this journey was to write more about the outside world and return to her people with knowledge of the outside world which could prove helpful. Evia took a seat in a chair against the wall and let Minim sit on the table. She opened her knapsack and pulled out the fish wrapped in seaweed and broke off a quarter of it and handed it to Minim. "Here, you haven't eaten anything of real substance today. Then again, neither have I." Evia said to Minim as she wrapped the fish back up and pulled out a loaf of wheat bread and broke a chunk off it which she proceeded to consume. Evia would have gotten a drink of water or at least some beer if she hadn't used all her money to buy a bottle of ink. "So, are your guys here cause of that poster?" Evia called out to the man in armor and the woman at the bar after having nibbled on some of her bread.
Mary Hollins

"I.. well its nothing big. I've been... assigned to be a nurse in the doctor's office. I guess it is nice than maintence worker." Mary said after Osaki came into the conversation. She was thankful Kat wasn't going to do anything but she was very nervous around everybody. They were all citizens talking to her, a refugee, and weren't just making fun of her. It was the first time she ever had been around a citizen without them instantly insulting her. This made Mary worry as this was not a usual thing in her everyday life. But, Mary didn't really have to worry all that much since she would have to become use to people actually being nice to her if she was going to become a Nurse. Mary slowly began to slink down the hallway from the group, simply backing away hoping that they wouldn't actually notice. She just wanted to get home without many people noticing she was leaving.

As Mary was walking away from the group, she realized that leaving wouldn't be the nicest thing to do. While she didn't quite feel comfortable with the group, she was unwilling to leave after Matthew and butt in and distracted Kat. Matthew seemed like a good guy, though Mary didn't quite know him on a personal level. Osaki wasn't a person Mary knew as well but she was unwilling to simply leave in the middle of conversation. Mary would stay as long as they were having a conversation but it was not in her comfort zone. "I guess maintenance isn't too bad. My father works there. I'm sure a tattoo artist is fun though. I'm not much of an artist so I wouldn't really be able to do it myself." Mary said awkwardly to the others. She hoped she hadn't said something offensive to them in the process.
It would be interesting for our characters to try and set up a base of operations after they have exited the Vault. Speaking of getting out of the Vault, any locations that you guys are dying to get the characters to?


Mary would be interested in meeting the ghouls at Grand Junction. She'd be freaked out that they are basically walking corpses but would want to learn how they've survived.

There are a couple of friendly settlements. Colorado Springs, Trinidad (I guess), Pueblo.

Also, Rae Zer keeps lurking but no posts lol.


Yes, I am sitting her while I watch youtube videos and make my dinner. Probably will post soon.
Mary Hollins

Before Class

Mary was up early in the morning to eat breakfeast with her Father before he left to work. If she didn't get up early in the morning, she may see her Dad once before she had to go to sleep for the night. He worked the longest hours in Maintenance as was usual for refs in the Vault. Mary had wished many times that they wouldn't have to work so much just for a crappy place in the Vault but, after listening to her parent's stories of the waste, realized that the Wasteland was far worse than being in a segregated Vault. Even if they were constantly discriminated against, they had a flow of food which was stable and safe. They didn't have to protect themselves from the constant threat of raiders and they had free education. The medical care wasn't bad and they didn't have to worry about dying from a small knick.

"Awake already Honey?" Mary's Father said as she walked out of her room. "Yeah, I... couldn't sleep all that well. Too nervous about seeing my Job to actually sleep." Mary said to her father as she sat down to her mole rat. Her Father knew it was a blantant lie but said nothing about. Instead, he took a sip from his coffee before he said, "It's understandable. Ya know, this is going to be the job you'll have for the rest of your life. But I'm sure you'll get something great." Mary simply nodded as she chewed the mole rat. It had a weird texture and taste but it was food that wasn't irradiated so it was worth it. Mary's Father left not too long before she had to get to school so she simply said goodbye to her brother and mother before leaving.

After Class

Mary had been waiting for so long to get her test results back. She had believed she'd get something like hyrdoponics worker or lab assisstant but a Nurse was amazing. She could only imagine how proud her mother and father would be after hearing that she had gotten the job of Nurse. Mary knew that this meant that she would have to deal with the occasional person being prejudice against being cared for by a ref but it was better than being stuck in a terrible job. She would have to ride the elevator up from the ref living quarters all the way up to the floor which connected to the Doctor's office. It also meant she would have to walk past Vault Security everyday.

Mary nearly passed out when she got the results but managed to stay standing, though she was unsure if she would be able to later. She stood up with the rest of the students when the bell rang for dismissal but still stood by her desk as everybody else left. Twelve years, I've spent twelve years learning in these class rooms here. To think that time passed so quickly and now I'm moving on to a job. Mary couldn't help but remark to herself that she wasn't likely to ever have to pass through the class rooms again. She wouldn't see the people she had practically grown up with in those very same rooms as often as she had in the past twelve years. Sure they may occasionally visit the Doctor's Office, but they wouldn't be there every day. Mary moved to leave the class room only to get out and bump into somebody in the hallway.

"S..sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you." Mary said before you she looked up. Mary's face turned from nervous to a tad bit on the side of afraid. She had bumped into Kat, of all people in the entire vault she had to bump into Kat. Mary knew who Kat was and knew that it was best to avoid the leader of the gang know as the 'Rattlesnakes' otherwise it might not end so well for you. She was deathly afraid of the gang and had tried to avoid them, and Kat, at all costs while she was finishing her schooling. And it just had to be that on the last day of school she bumps into Kat on accident. This world just seemed to be against Mary in all matters now.
Maria Hallins



August 18th, 2039 5:09 AM
Thirty miles from the Knight's Hold trading post


Maria always was awake early enough in the morning to watch the dull light come from the clouds noting the rise of the sun. The dull, grey skies reminded her that she hadn't seen the blue skies she had loved so much again since that day. Maria had taken to simply refering to the day the bombs fell as 'that day' as it was better than recalling the memory of thousands crying as death fell upon them. She could clearly remember the horror when she and her parents saw the ruins of their former home. The damage caused by the bombs was irreparable, the lives lost impossible to replace, and the families destroyed were a mere casualty of war. Maria had left her old life behind when her parents died and decided that she wouldn't dwell on a life she could no longer have.

For a year Maria had been traveling with Joy, a girl ten years younger than her. Joy had been born into this world and knew not what the past was like. Maria knew but she was unwilling to tell Joy anything about it whenever she asked for it was better the child know not the past. She had learned many things from Joy's lack of morals and had actually found surviving easier with the girl. She could provide the pair with supplies on a more stable basis than Maria's hunting could. In turn, Maria had taught Joy how to survive out in the wild if she ever had the need to do so. While Maria was sure Joy was using her, she was also sure she could use Joy as long as they were together.

The pair were about thirty miles from a trading post called Knight's Hold. The larger outpost was set up in what use to be the small town of Callahan, Florida which was twenty miles from Jacksonville. A rather large band of raiders had set up the area around Callahan and Jacksonville as their territory and 'protected' everybody who was in the area for a price. This price was usually something such as ammo, weapons, food, or perhaps sex if you find the right group. Maria didn't like the Knights, fools they were for trying to rule over the survivors as if this was a government. The last time Maria had encountered the 'tax collectors', as they had taken to calling themselves, she had to clean off her arrows and hunting knife from their blood. Disposing of their bodies wasn't too hard, all she had to do was burn the bodies and nobody could tell the difference between them and regular survivors killed for not paying their 'taxes'.

Maria wanted to spend as little time as possible at Knight's Hold and simply trade the books and cutlery she had found in abandoned houses for food and maybe a gun if she could afford it. But guns were expensive weapons in the New World and one was better to steal it from the corpse of a tax collector if they had it. Occasionally one would happen across a tax collector with a gun but they were only often see a few miles from the Knight's base in Jacksonville and often traveled in groups of six to ten with at least five guns in the group. As such, Maria had never had the chance to properly kill one with a gun and thus decided to try and trade for it even if it meant having to leave out food from her lists. She could have just as well steal the food from some survivor at the trading post. Maria turned back towards the camp, she hoped Joy was awake so they could get an early start and get to the post before noon so they could get out before it turned night again.



Name: Mary Hollins
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Caste Ranking: Ref
Physical Description: Mary is rather short, even for her age, and stands at four feet and six inches. She weighs a very lithe a hundred and eighteen pounds. Her light brown hair stands out among her father and mother's blonde. Mary typically keeps her hair should length hair up in a ponytail rather than letting it down. A girl of what seems to be mexican-italian descent, Mary possesses a tan skin color even despite the fact that she hasn't seen the sun. Mary doesn't eat often and, as such, is rather lithe. Nor does she really work out to build muscle, unless you consider reading working out that is.
Biography: Mary was born inside Vault 24 to a pair of refugees from the wasteland who had only been there for three years. Her father was assigned to the position of mechanic and her mother worked the plants in the hydroponics bay. Neither saw Mary often as she was left with her older brother, a refugee born in the wasteland of thirteen years, while they were working. It wasn't rare for Mary to simply eat alone in her bedroom with some books as company. She had grown to hate leaving her home inside the Vault for plenty of Citizens would look at her and avoid her like she was a leper. She felt the caste system Vault 24 had in place was stupid and formed by idiots since her family were the lowest caste in the entire vault.

Many years of watching her father come home tired, sometimes covered in grease, made Mary realize just how bad their position in the Vault really was. All her father ever did was work in the bowels of the Vault repairing whatever was broken and sometimes repairing things the citizens broke to make more work for him. Her mother had to maintain the water pipes in the hydroponics bay which sometimes 'just broke' on their own when she wasn't there. Mary knew this was not the life they had meant for her but also understood that they couldn't really change their positions in the Vault due to the castes. So, Mary worked her hardest is school to learn as much as possible. She wanted to escape the working class positions that her family had been stuck in, though she knew this was a foolish idea for a ref. In the end, her studying actually payed off when she learned that she would be given the position of a Nurse when she joined the work force in the Vault.
Work Test Results: Nurse, suprisingly enough. Mary had thought that they would have given her a working class position rather than something like a nurse.
Other: Mary is rather skilled in medical skills but has also learned quite a bit on repair work from her father's occasional rant about work. Other than that, Mary is sort of unaccomplished in or unwilling to learn how to do.
Mary Hollins is done. I may add more to her history later but I'm a tad bit too tired to do it now.
Dehumanized




Maria Hallins



Age: 30
Gender: Female
Height and Weight: 5'7 and 152lbs
Brief Personality: The one word which describes Maria best begins with a B and ends with -itch. She couldn't really care less for others unless they are actually helping. If they have a use, then Maria will like them and only if they have a use. Maria's moral compass doesn't quite point north nor south so she is willing to do what she needs to to survive just short of killing an unarmed person. That is, unless said unarmed person attacked first. In that case, they are as good as dead after getting the shit punched out of them.
Background: Maria was born into a world which she spent only a third of her life in. she was ten when the bombs fell and her entire World was torn apart like paper in a shredder. She survived out of the millions, nay billions of people who died. One can only imagine what it must have been like for the young Maria to be thrown into a world where laws didn't exist anymore, where murder was normal, and where her parents were nothing more than a burden, an anachronism to a time when morals mattered. Maria was lucky to have survived even a year in the care of her parents who trusted everybody they came across unfaultingly only for them to rob them blind every time. Eventually the three came across a group of survivors who put an end to Maria's foolish parents.

For nearly a year Maria hated the people who saved her. They called themselves 'The Mountaineers' and took Maria out of the mostly abandoned New England further south following the Appalachian Mountains. She was like a pet to them, a creature they could raise to do whatever they wanted. Nobody would expect the tiny waif of a child having stolen your food and water after sitting in an abandoned building crying for her parents ya know. And so, the Mountaineers raised Maria to be bait for those who still had the morality to help a sad child. They taught her how to use a bow, skin an animal, and hunt prey silently. Eventually Maria came to realize that the Mountaineers were, twisted though their morals were, possibly the best case scenario of meeting survivors. Eventually Maria outgrew being a crying waif and became a fawningly beautiful woman who would travel with the poor lonely man who had wondered through the city for 'protection'.

Maria eventually fell in love with Marcus, a roughshod man compared to the gentler men in the mountaineers. Marcus couldn't care less for survivors who wondered the street hoping for a kind soul to help. He knew there was no such thing in this new world and he made no exceptions. But, he had always had a soft spot for Maria, the girl he had saved from an almost certain death with her parents. He was twenty-one when the bombs fell and took to drinking early after but was rescued from a pit of dispair by his friends and formed the Mountaineers. Not too long after they met Maria and rescued her as well for Marcus knew he couldn't leave her with parents who weren't willing to give up on foolish morals. But Maria loved him anyway for he had been the most amazing person she knew.

Their love didn't last long though. The Mountaineers finally got further south only to encounter raiders who attacked them. Many of both groups were injured including Maria who had gotten grazed by a bullet striking across her left shoulder. Marcus and six of the thirteen members of the Mountaineers were fatally wounded and buried in shallow graves marked only by a pile of stones over them. The Mountaineers fell apart without Marcus and eventually Maria took to traveling alone for a long time. Maria traveled for a good year before coming back to what one could consider a sort of civilization. It was a trading post of a sorts in Northern Florida that Maria had stopped at where she traded some pelts and a few damaged books for supplies. On her way in Maria met Joy, a young woman who had been born into the New World unlike Maria.

Maria easily realized how useful a girl like Joy was especially for somebody like Maria who hunted for her food rather than take supplies from others. A steady supply of food and drinking water meant that, so long as she pulled her own weight, Joy was a use to Maria. Joy happened to be on her way out when Maria met her and just happened to need somebody who was capable of teaching her how to hunt and cook food properly. Maria happend to fit the bill so Joy came with her and left the trading post for the wilderness. A year later, Maria and Joy were once again near civilization. Particularly a place only thirty miles away, a trading post often called Knight's Hold. Few people ever really speak of what the name could possibly mean but it could relate to a couple of bandits who call themselves Knights in the area.


Nomadic or Sedentary?: Nomadic
Alone or With Someone?: With Someone
Any Unsusual Traits? Does it Show Physically?: Maria has sharp growths of bones on the top of her head which extend about two inches out of her hair. She has similar growths on her elbows and knuckles but the growths on her knuckles are more thicker bones rather than growths. Her knuckles have a more limited degree of movement due to the thicker bones but she haas grown use to them.
Weapons: A Simple hunting knife with a blade length of 6 inches, a well maintained hunting bow, and a pocket knife with a four inch blade which is double edged.
Skills: In her thirty years of life, Maria has learned quite a bit about cooking and preparing food. She can tell the difference between meat that is still slightly raw and meat that is cooked edible enough to eat. She can also start a fire easily enough and set up a wind blocker to keep the fire from blowing out. If you bring Maria any small animal, rabbits and smaller, she is capable of skining it. Maria prefers to hunt silently and when she does hunt she uses a well maintained hunting bow. She can hit a target that is moving slowly but can't actually hit a quick target or one which is moving about suddenly. Maria is also a thief from her many years with the Mountaineers.
Other Maria is traveling with Joy Carter.
Aeon: The Blackened Warriors of Aetherium





Species Name: Illian
Species Appearance: Illians look like humans from a distance but have several defining features which differ from humans. All Illians are born with four long ears with tufts of ear on the ends. The long ears extend three inches out from the side of the head for the big ears and two inches for the small ears. The upper parts of the ears of females curve inward and slightly down from their base to a half inch out though this is mostly from softer caritlage falling down. The second, smaller set of ears connect directly to the inner ears of the first set. Illians can slightly rotate their ears up and down to better recieve sounds. Illians also have short, hairless tails until the very tip where there is a tuft of fur a shade darker than their actual hair. Their noses are tipped with the sort of leathery nostrils that you see on a cat.

Male Illians do not grow beards nor mustaches and instead grow sideburns and elbow hair. All Illians have bushy eyebrows, though males generally grow thicker eyebrows. Males typically wear their hair in short, high ponytails on top of their typical hair cuts while females wear their hair in four long braids at the end. Males stand anywhere from five feet and four inches to six feet and two inches weigh anywhere from a hundred and sixty pounds to two hundred and thirty pounds. Females stand from five feet to five feet and eleven inches as well as weighing anywhere from a hundred an twenty pounds to a hundred and seventy pounds. Illians are born in pairs or some times triplets.
Location in the World: Illians are semi-nomadic with the occasional tribe building houses around rivers. The huts which Illians build are easily collapsable and can be set up rather quickly. Their houses are built from skins with a central support pole and skins lain on the ground.
Species History:The history of the Illians is a convoluted one. History is a verbal one for Illians and has never been allowed to be written in any form and may only be told to other Illians. Some Elders say that their people came from the southern continent across the land bridge many eons ago to Lydia. Other Elders say that their people had been on Lydia long ago, before even humans came about. The majority of nomadic Illians believe that they had come across the Erbethan Landbridge while the Illians who are stationary believe that their ancestors were born in Lydia. The one thing both sides agree on is that the early Illians were extremely violent. Tribal wars against each other were not rare and many souls were lost before they called down. The tribal wars lasted for nearly a hundred years before the tribes became more peaceful.

Though, this does not mean that the tribes didn't still war. Wars just began to happen less after the hundred years after. Marriages became often between two different tribes to lessen the tension between the tribes. Eventually, each tribe became entwined with each other in some way. Over many centuries, the Illians have become more peaceful and some have begun to turn towards a sedentary life rather being nomadic. Illians who live a nomadic life trade wood and antler carvings for grains, which are the staple of their vegetarian diet. Illians typically eat grains, berries, and fish as a part of their diet. Sedentary Illians typically grow and fish their own food but will occasionally trade for more grain if the harvesting season didn't go well.

Overall, the culture of the Illians is unknown to outsiders. Illians do not trust outsiders in their villages and those who do come to their villages to trade are required to stay outside the walls while all the items agreeded upon are gathered. All Illians are taught from birth to never harm any animals without good reason. Even the fish caught are quickly killed in the most humane way they know. The antler carvings which Illians produce are from shedings produced yearly. Illian children aren't allowed outside of their villages until the reach the age of twenty and even then, Illian children are required to travel in pairs and return after a year to determine if they will stay or leave. Those who choose to leave are allowed to come back whenever they wish but still must never tell anybody about their life before leaving. Illians typically wear clothing which is very loose fitting and thin even in the colder portions of Lydia. Light colors are typically found in their clothing and pure black is extremely rare to find. Illian males are trained how to fight from an early age so as to protect the tribe or village.






Species: Snowdrop Dragon

Name: Minim

Age: 6 months

Appearance: Despite bearing the name of 'Dragon', a Snowdrop Dragon is actually a mimicry of a dragon. Snowdrop Dragons are lizards which have a pair of leathery wings like a dragon which are capable of flight but do not grow as big as dragons nor do they have the typical scales of a dragon. Minim is no exception. She's a white-green color of Snowdrop Dragon having been born in the forested area around Juri's home. She is a mere two feet long and her wings aren't fully developed yet for long flight but they extend out a foot an a half from the tip of one wing to Minim's body. She stands at barely a foot tall. Snowdrop Dragons grow to be a mere eight feel tall with wingspans of ten feet and a length of thirteen feet at the age of two.

Equipment: Minim has a personally made set of hardened leather armor. The leather armor covers her back and underside while allowing a rather long range of motion. The leather armor also attaches at the base of the net and runs up to cover the top of Minim's head and lace behind her ears. A set of leather laces lightly over her wings with a piece of sharpened metal attached to the end facing her head for combat. The final piece of Minim's armor is a piece of leather which laces around the end of her tail and has small pieces of metal sown into the leather, sort of like a gauntlet.




Evia Persim, The Wandering Scholar



Age: 22

Gender Female

Appearance: Evia is unusual for her people for she has red hair rather than the normal blonde and brunette. Her hair is long with the ends of her braids reaching nearly the middle of her back. The tuft of fur at the end of her tail is a dark red, nearly scarlet, in color. Evia has undersized ears to the rest of people with them only extending an inch and half, from base to tip, for the first set and a half inch for the second set. Evia is taller than most people in her tribe at an impressive six feet and two inches while weighing a hundred an eighty-six pounds. Her lithe figure should not be taken as weak as the majority of her weight is pure muscle.

Armor: Evia's armor was made for her by her father before she left the village. It is a simple set of hardened leather three layers thick with each layer a third of an inch thick stitched together. All pieces of the leather were collected from the dead animals on their island who had died naturally. Evia wears a cuirass, two bracers, and two leather greaves. As part of her village's custom, Evia's armor has scales collected from fish sewn onto it giving it a blue-green coloration.

Clothing: Evia has four sets of blue, cotton shirts which lace up at the front. Her pants are made of cotton and are light green in color. She often wears a pair of gloves made from woven cotton to cover the tattoos from her tribe on her hands. Her shoes are made from wooden flats with woven cotton wrapped around them and in the form of closed-toe shoes.

Weapons: Unlike most of the females from her tribe, Evia is untrained in the use of a spear and instead uses two swords. Well, technically she uses a short sword with a two feet long blade and a sword with a with a three and a half feet long blade. Even though Evia knows how to use a bow, she doesn't actually carry one with her.

Miscellaneous Items: Evia carries everything thing she owns, excluding her swords, in a knapsack she keeps slung over her shoulder. Inside she has a thick, cotton bound book with nearly two hundred pages, twenty of which have been written on. She also carries with her a bottle of ink, three quills, and a seaweed wrapped sack of grains and fish. She also has two loaves of wheat bread with dried nuts mixed in.

Biography: Evia was not born in the normal city of her kind in Lydia. Instead, her tribe had taken their isolationism to an extreme. The Illian tribe of Hasi, which Evia was born into, had left Lydia fifty years before Evia was born to live on an island further north where they could be entirely sure their secrets would be safe. The Hasi tribe established a small settlement on the island they came to call Ilpa. Ilpa was a small island with a mountain at the northern end and high cliffs all around the island. A small river lead up to a lake between the cliffs on the west side. Further inland were forests of evergreens and plentiful amounts of deer.

The tribe settled around the lake and, with the wheat and corn seeds they had brought with them, established their farms along the river. Many fish lived in the lake as it seemed the lake was a sort of breeding place for the fish in summers. Wild walnuts and pecans grew throughout the island which the Hasi made use of by mixing it into their bread. This small, isolated society was one which Evia knew well. Her father was the chieftain of the tribe, a young Illian of thirty-two years, and her mother a cotton weaver, she was twenty-two years old. Evia never knew her mother long for she had caught a fatal illness the winter following Evia's birth.

Evia would have been raised to use a spear as most females in her tribe were if she hadn't been the chieftain's child. But, since the child of the chieftain will take over his position when he dies, she was trained in the use of swords as weapons as well as bows. She would sit through the lessons, the beatings when she failed, and the long history lessons led by her Elders. Evia was taught the rules of her people including never telling about their history nor about how she was raised on Ilpa. She was a slacker though and would often spend her time in the forests around the mountain which her tribe had come to call Ulism. It was Evia who first encountered the Snowdrop Dragons which were native to Ilpa.

Most of her tribe feared these Dragon-like creatures for they believed that they would consume them like an actual, feral dragon would have. But the snowdrop dragons were peaceful and not even actual dragons. Instead, the snowdrop dragons occasionally descended from Ulism to hunt deer, fish, and occasionally give birth to new eggs. When everybody noticed that the snowdrop dragons were peaceful, they began to accept them and realize they were not dragons. Evia had a knack for caring for snowdrop dragons and would occasionally bring fresh fish to feed to them when she could. She, of course, got in trouble for this as it often meant she was giving away fish that could have been eaten.

Like many of her race, Evia left her village when she turned twenty with her friend Limea. The pair sailed to Lydia and traveled along the coast. Evia was amazed by the beauty of the world outside of Ilpa and decided to begin writing about it. After buying a book, quills, and ink at the market, Evia wrote about everything she had seen and heard while she and Limea were outside of Ilpa. But, Limea wasn't as excited about Lydia as Evia was. Limea wanted to go back to Ilpa and stay away from the strange culture of the lydians. She would stay with Evia until they had to come back but she would only ever stay outside of cities at their camp while Evia wandered the city.

A year later, Evia had filled an entire book with the things she had found in Lydia. She handed the book to her Elders and told them that inside was everything she discovered about the people in Lydia. I was obvious to everybody that Evia had chosen to leave Ilpa not to long after having come back. So, for four months they rushed to ready supplies for Evia including a thick book and armor. During this time Evia met a small snowdrop dragon, one which she has come to call Minim. Minim was unique for she was born a white-green color unique only to a few snowdrop dragons born on Ilpa. Minim's egg had been abandoned in the forest when Evia found it and decided to raise the egg. Three weeks before Evia left, Minim hatched from her egg to meet a happy, young Illian who was more than willing to keep her.

Evia left with Minim on her shoulder and all the supplies the village had put together for her over the four months she have been on Ilpa. She left the island with only two things to tell her father, "I will come back but I will learn as much as possible about the outside world before I come back." Evia had promised her father that she would be back no matter what and that she would indeed take over the position of chieftain when she came back. So, Evia and the three week old Minim set out to travel through Lydia. She once again took to writing about what she saw and heard but added to it a study of animals and plants she found in Lydia. Nearly six months after Evia left Ilpa, she happened upon a poster calling for people to become a person's guard. Evia decided to do it simply to see what she could learn about these places she had never heard about. Not too long after, Evia arrived at Lenaya asking for directions to the Golden Guar.

Extra: Evia is a tad bit too trusting of people. As she has lived among her own for most of her life, Evia doesn't understand that most people in Lydia are likely to mislead her or trick her for coin. Because of this, Evia doesn't actually have any money with her since she spent the last of her money on a severely overpriced bottle of ink to replace her empty one.
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