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Got some spare time before work (read: got a flat tire and nothing to do while waiting to be picked up) so I got a post in, whoo.

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Amarilla's maddeningly energetic fidgeting and movements finally ceased as Irthorne gathered the group's attention. It seemed the gnome was ready to unveil who would be going where. In an even split, it seemed Amarilla herself would be fortunate enough to be traveling in the crypt herself. How joyous she was at that thought, that she'd soon get to venture into those depths out of the pesky sunlight and see the inhabitants down below. Not that telling the difference between one level of excitement or another with Amarilla was an easy task.

Irthorne listed off the other individuals that would be entering as well. First, there was Bartimus who Amarilla was quite interested to learn about and after him, Skarrab-Alea who Amarilla was also interested in learning about. She hadn't yet placed the other two names to specific faces as of yet as she'd been too caught up in trying to get a good look at everyone all at once despite the harsh daylight, but she was easily able to narrow them down to belonging to the young girl and the ilithid as theirs were the only names she hadn't heard spoken aloud yet. Maybe. Amarilla was having a bit of trouble keeping track of all of these names and identities, she realized, as this was the first time she'd personally seen so many individuals gathered in one place.

Nonetheless, her theory about the names was more or less confirmed as she headed for the crypt as per Irthorne's instruction when Lorrick spoke up to dispute his position outside the crypt and who would watch the girl, and the ilithid moved from his current position to the crypt as well, with his own message; he was capable of linking thoughts? As in, a mass telepathic conversation, in some manner or another? Amarilla herself had no objection at the proposition, though she did find the thought of speaking without speaking to be something she was not at all familiar with.

"So, then, how does that wor -" she spoke up but stopped herself, then thought to the ilithid, Wait, so, is this how this works? I think at you? Is that right? Amarilla was uncertain if her thoughts were actually doing anything or if she was just thinking to herself and staring intensely at the ilithid.

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@Cuccoruler I think it'll happen to me first, just typing out posts for Amarilla has tuckered me out. I seem to need to readjust to ludicrously peppy characters after the last thing I played was a total grump in D&D.

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@Banana Discord server sounds pretty sweet, I'm down to join.

@Bishop Mental group communications are always best when you have an especially weird and hectic group.

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Amarilla fidgeted excitedly at all of the commotion going on, first excited to see more from Ingrim's golem creations and intrigued at the idea of speaking to Bartimus more at some point about his people, and then immediately distracted by the presumably final members of the group arriving at last. She made her rounds once more, dashing around the ilithid to get a closer look - she had seen them mentioned on occasion in books but had little actual details to apply to them - all the while smiling still and showing no reservations about approaching the large, tentacled individual before briefly being distracted by Irthorne's reprimanding of the guard.

Not a moment later, after the yelling had subsided, Amarilla had once more altered her attention to face the spider-like humanoid who had appeared and been approached by Andrik. "Ohh, I like your bunches of arms, that's really interesting! Your clothes look nice, are they comfy? I bet they're comfy!" Following the excited statements and questions, she paused to wave and exclaim an excited "Hello!" to the final two newcomers, the young girl with the red eyes who first approached Irthorne, and the dapper gentleman who introduced himself as Lorrick. Amarilla was wondrously ecstatic at seeing so many people gathered to this one location.

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Amarilla paused in the near-constant readjusting of her cloak's hood as she noticed a series of more figures making their appearances to the area, each increasing the group's size one by one with their entrances. The first to arrive with a ruckus was the gnome ringmaster, immediately capturing Amarilla's attention with his entourage of crafted companions. With an excited and enthralled "Oooh!" Amarilla had almost immediately begun dashing wide circles around the series of constructs to get a better view of each one while she listened to the ringmaster's introduction. "These are so amazing, how do they work? Are they magic? I bet they can all do all sorts of neat tricks and things, can't they?"

Next to take her was the feathered being, the owl man making his presence known to the group next. Amarilla's grin continued as she listened to the words of the avian newcomer and the Axeman's following greeting. "Bird people? Kenku? I think I read about them once, maybe? I never thought I'd meet a bird person before! Hello bird person, it's nice to meet you!" She waved her hands once more in greeting at the two new additions and, not long after, found herself doing so yet again at the arrival of the two next individuals to appear. The first, introducing himself as Andrik Nordin, reminded Amarilla of a detail she had forgotten to include in her excitement. "Ohh, I didn't introduce myself at all, did I?! Oops! My name's Amarilla! It's nice to meet you all, hello everyone! I'm excited to work alongside you all!"

The final arrival Amarilla assumed to be a martial artist of some sort once she noticed the clawed weapons that the woman carried. Amarilla repeated an abridged form of her overly excited introduction, "Hello, I'm Amarilla, hi, hello!" She barely finished the sentence before she had moved on to her next thought,stepping forward and admiring the claws aside from the sunlight glinting off of them which she briefly shielded her eyes from, not letting it deter her enthusiasm. She stepped back again when she heard Irthorne speak up, listening to the new details he was disclosing to the gathered group.

Amarilla took no interest herself in the thought of staying on the surface in this blaring sunlight, but she was curious in who might offer to stay and who would be descending into the depths, as well as who the remaining few who had yet to arrive might be. She began more excited fidgeting with her cloak while walking around the various people who had already gathered as she waited to see the final results.

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A series of rustling in the area's surrounding flora signified a sudden new arrival, as bursting forth from a bush was the figure of the young woman Amarilla, covered head to toe in leaves and blades of grass that had gotten stuck in her hair and on her cloak and clothing. The supply pouches tied at her waist rattled their contents around as she came to a sudden stop from the momentum she had gained running through the bushes and trees, just managing to stop herself from tripping over her own feet and several roots.

"Sorry, sorry, am I late?!" Amarilla shouted as she came into view Irthorne and the hulking man who had already arrived. She pulled her hood down somewhat to shield her eyes from the sunlight, but it did not hide a wide spread on her face despite the concerned question. She chuckled a little, adding, "I, uh, decided to go through the trees cause the sun was kinda bright and I guess I got a little turned around, whoops! Sorry about that!"

Taking a moment to survey the pair in front of her, Amarilla squinted from under her hood at the larger - significantly larger - of the two. It took her several seconds to do so, the sunlight forcing her to shut her eyes or turn her gaze to the ground a few times, but she was able to get the general picture even if she couldn't keep her eyes open long enough to absorb all of the details. "Hello, large man!" she announced cheerfully with a wave of one hand, readjusting her hood once more with the other. "Are you here to explore the crypt too? I sure am! It's nice to have someone big and tough on board for that sort of thing!"

During her entire greeting, she made no note or acknowledgement of the severed head lying on the ground between herself and the two other individuals, or the blood that broke up the green coloring of the ground. Whether she was unconcerned by those matters or simply didn't see them due to her hood covering her eyes was not quite immediately evident.

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Amarilla Keton

Character Name: Amarilla Keton

Race: Dhampir, hybrid of vampire and tall dwarf

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Appearance

Personality and Motivations: Amarilla is an odd girl, friendly and peppy, but one might say too friendly and peppy, and with occasional off-putting tendencies as she shows no concern at the prospect of encountering things that most others might find terrifying. Her upbringing, while providing her with a variety of knowledges, did not do well in teaching her how to contain her enthusiasm or act appropriately in front of others, especially in formal settings and the like. She often appears completely oblivious or uncaring of dangers that could present themselves in the depths as well, though on the contrary, she is fully aware of any potential hazards that may arise. She simply considers it an inevitable hazard of adventuring, and feels no need to show excess concern over it past taking standard precautions. After all, why would one travel into such danger if they weren't willing to take such risks? Having only encountered members of mortal races in her daily life - and not even many of those - and only reading of undead in research texts, Amarilla's desire to explore these depths stems from a desire to study the undead within firsthand, wishing to learn about her heritage, as she puts it.

Class and Alignment: Neutral Alchemist

History: The circumstances of Amarilla's birth are a mystery even to her. Born to a mother who died during childbirth, and a father whom neither Amarilla nor anyone she knows had ever laid eyes on, she has never known how exactly she was born as an abominable hybrid of undead and mortal. As such, rather than parents, Amarilla was raised by an elderly librarian by the name of Esmeralda Keton, who taught her all that she knows today, resulting in a smattering of knowledge on multiple subjects. Esmeralda kept Amarilla away from most other individuals, fearing what may happen if anyone else were to discover that Amarilla were a dhampir. In recent years, Amarilla has taken an interest in learning about the undead for a greater understanding of herself, refusing to remain kept away from society any further so that she may explore the outside world for the sake of learning.

Equipment:
- Black hooded cloak, typically worn over her coat to cover herself and avoid sunlight.
- Serrated dagger, as a backup when bombs won't do
- Alchemist's supplies, for mixing together bombs and the occasional poultice
- Lock picks, as one never knows when they might come in handy

Skills and Spells:
- Amarilla's hybrid nature has its benefits, granting her impressive agility and grace, allowing her to hide and slip out of sight easily when she actually decides to stop talking, and letting her work well with diligent handiwork such as lockpicking or using precious materials.
- She is able to see exceptionally well in darkness and is resistant to most diseases.
- Amarilla has at least basic knowledges in many subjects learned from her life in the library, but the ones that stand out into anything notable are knowledge of alchemy and the undead. She has minimal use as an apothecary sadly, she could make a basic poultice for treating minor wounds if given the right herbs, but that would be the extent of her healing capabilities. Instead, she has learned to quickly (and somewhat haphazardly) mix together vials of volatile materials to create small bombs that detonate when thrown. The result of these bombs is nothing large or spectacular, but definitely a bit more damaging than taking an arrow to the shoulder.

Miscellaneous:
- Sunlight does not harm Amarilla, but she is still sensitive to it as it hurts her eyes rather easily, making it difficult for her to act capably in broad daylight.
- Fire burns her more severely and easily than it would others.
- Her vampiric heritage gives her occasional cravings for blood in small amounts, though it provides no actual benefit for her to drink it as she still normal needs food like any other mortal creature.

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@Banana Cool cool, fire weakness is fine with me, makes sense and sounds neat. I'll add that in and move it over.

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Giving it a go then, hopefully I didn't forget anything.

Amarilla Keton

Character Name: Amarilla Keton

Race: Dhampir, hybrid of vampire and tall dwarf

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Appearance

Personality and Motivations: Amarilla is an odd girl, friendly and peppy, but one might say too friendly and peppy, and with occasional off-putting tendencies as she shows no concern at the prospect of encountering things that most others might find terrifying. Her upbringing, while providing her with a variety of knowledges, did not do well in teaching her how to contain her enthusiasm or act appropriately in front of others, especially in formal settings and the like. She often appears completely oblivious or uncaring of dangers that could present themselves in the depths as well, though on the contrary, she is fully aware of any potential hazards that may arise. She simply considers it an inevitable hazard of adventuring, and feels no need to show excess concern over it past taking standard precautions. After all, why would one travel into such danger if they weren't willing to take such risks? Having only encountered members of mortal races in her daily life - and not even many of those - and only reading of undead in research texts, Amarilla's desire to explore these depths stems from a desire to study the undead within firsthand, wishing to learn about her heritage, as she puts it.

Class and Alignment: Neutral Alchemist

History: The circumstances of Amarilla's birth are a mystery even to her. Born to a mother who died during childbirth, and a father whom neither Amarilla nor anyone she knows had ever laid eyes on, she has never known how exactly she was born as an abominable hybrid of undead and mortal. As such, rather than parents, Amarilla was raised by an elderly librarian by the name of Esmeralda Keton, who taught her all that she knows today, resulting in a smattering of knowledge on multiple subjects. Esmeralda kept Amarilla away from most other individuals, fearing what may happen if anyone else were to discover that Amarilla were a dhampir. In recent years, Amarilla has taken an interest in learning about the undead for a greater understanding of herself, refusing to remain kept away from society any further so that she may explore the outside world for the sake of learning.

Equipment:
- Black hooded cloak, typically worn over her coat to cover herself and avoid sunlight.
- Serrated dagger, as a backup when bombs won't do
- Alchemist's supplies, for mixing together bombs and the occasional poultice
- Lock picks, as one never knows when they might come in handy

Skills and Spells:
- Amarilla's hybrid nature has its benefits, granting her impressive agility and grace, allowing her to hide and slip out of sight easily when she actually decides to stop talking, and letting her work well with diligent handiwork such as lockpicking or using precious materials.
- She is able to see exceptionally well in darkness and is resistant to most diseases.
- Amarilla has at least basic knowledges in many subjects learned from her life in the library, but the ones that stand out into anything notable are knowledge of alchemy and the undead. She has minimal use as an apothecary sadly, she could make a basic poultice for treating minor wounds if given the right herbs, but that would be the extent of her healing capabilities. Instead, she has learned to quickly (and somewhat haphazardly) mix together vials of volatile materials to create small bombs that detonate when thrown. The result of these bombs is nothing large or spectacular, but definitely a bit more damaging than taking an arrow to the shoulder.

Miscellaneous:
- Sunlight does not harm Amarilla, but she is still sensitive to it as it hurts her eyes rather easily, making it difficult for her to act capably in broad daylight.
- Her vampiric heritage gives her occasional cravings for blood in small amounts, though it provides no actual benefit for her to drink it as she still normal needs food like any other mortal creature.