VerusEbullio

Of Prosperity and Anguish [1x1] EskimoLander x VerusEbuillo

Hearing movement Ruvyn attempted to shift away from the shuttling feet. When a spike of pain ran up his leg, and to his broken nose. Ruvyn had been beaten before, the feeling wasn't a new experience. However, the voice whispering to him after was new. His eye couldn't quiet make out the figure leaning over him. His eyes stared at her, trying to come into focus, although he guessed it was the girl he had protected. Offering the girl a nod when questioned about his well being. Ruvyn then made his first attempt to sitting himself up.

"Yes, thank.. you" He said with his Preasian accent. His purple eyes peering over at her through his swollen, bloody face. Slowly making his way into a sitting position, after his failed first attempt, using his arms to get him up little by little. He didn't want her help, didn't want to stay with her, but he wanted her to be protected at the same time. Before he knew it there were arms helping the boy stand on his feet and little pressure against his shoulders that silently told him to walk with the girl.

“Why...?” He asked as if to begin a question. Though he didn’t use the country's native language, so to other it would seem like a pause. For Ruvyn it was simply he didn’t know the right words off the top of his head, and had to think about them. ”Why… are.. you… helping me? Why are you helping me?” He finished and repeated lifting his head with much effort to look try and look at the girl. She was pretty much dragging him from the alley. In the boy’s head he was thanking her, and wondering why she would help an older Preasian boy. The group he had spent many years with now had taught him that all Whoylande people thought Preasians were worthless scum. Maybe it was to make him hate them, as the rest of his group did.

“Are you ok?” He asked once the girl had finally put him down. Looking at the box that she must call ‘home’ brought back blurry memories of when his brother and him were first on their own. His swollen eyes looked around then came to look at the girl. He had wanted to ask so much more, but the language held him back. There was little chance this Whoylandean girl spoke any Preasian.

Finding the Pray

Watching all the commotion undergo from her corner, Tuz sipped her drink. The burning sensation felt wonderful as it sizzled down her throat. Ale of the Ash was made with flame cherries. While they were rare, one did come a crossed a bush here and there. Sometimes they would find their way into other countries. Eating a berry would be like drinking hot magma, at least in sensation. It was no question that the ale it made would be truly like drinking something very unpleasant to a regular human being. However, only creatures capable of breathing fire would be accustomed to the drink. Many inns and taverns chose not to sell it as to keep the fire breathers controlled, others thought to please all their customers and obtain the drink. Therefore, it would be easy to pick where Tuz's species would truly be liked, and not as trophies.

A girl caught her eye handing pebbles . Her head cocked to the side before a grin slipped along her lips.the little tricks had always impressed Tuz, but she figured not to make a big deal of it since this was how the girl was paying for her drinks. Not long after she heard the door open. This new comer trailed blood as he had barely managed to limp in the door. The fire colored girl sat quietly wondering how he had got such injuries. He did appear human, and their species was notorious for hunting all creatures, including themselves. That was the one thing that Tuz didn’t understand. For a species that does has so much potential, they abuse it and destroy everything in their wake. The girls eyes moved down to her ash-colored drink sadly, thinking of events she had heard and witnessed.

After taking a gulp of her ale, a puff of smoke came from her nose and mouth, like exhaling a cigarette. She thought about helping the human with his injury. Perhaps cauterize the wound. However, before she could get out of her seat, his hand was healing the wound. It was only a small portion of magic, something nobody else would notice. But she did.

Getting out of her seat, with her hood covering her hair, Tux went up to the counter. She leaned over the wood and placed another 4 atres on the counter. The bartender, reading what she wanted, placed another glass of the grey liquor in front of the girl. "And one of whatever the girl wants.". She said giving the girl the same impressive grin before leaving the counter.

With the drink in her hand, under her cloak, the girl took a seat a crossed from the man.“How did you do that? Aren’t you human?” She whispered leaning forward to keep other ears from picking up the noise. Fascinated and wanting to know more about his powers.

Of Prosperity and Anguish [1x1] EskimoLander x VerusEbuillo

The streets were never suppose to be easy, but it shouldn’t have had to raise two young boys. An 11 year old purple eyed boy named Zacurbal. The older of two brothers he took it upon himself to raise his 3 year old brother alone. The younger boy, Ruvyn, had more brilliant eyes than his brother. The boys moved with their parents from a trading town formerly known as Boucon, Preasia. The war tore their city apart. It left many without a home, a job, and a family. They were not the cause of this. They weren’t trying to get out of a dictatorship. They were a nation in between two warring countries, and where better to fight their battle than a country that wasn’t either of theirs. They wouldn’t be the ones picking up the pieces in the end, the Preasians would be. Elias, the boy’s father, decided that he was going to pack up his family and move them to a place where his boys and wife could be safer from the war. Where the fire and death couldn’t touch them. They came into Whoylande with only the clothes on their backs and a purse full of whatever coin they could find.

Now their mother dead and their father a newly found alcoholic, Zacurbal knew that anywhere was better than the house his father was in. The streets welcomed the boys with not open arms, but rather with a punch to the stomach and a slap to the face. They truly fought to stay alive in the cold and dangerous streets. Gangs, wars, and starvation caused many deaths. However, the boys weren’t about to give up. That is Zacurbal wouldn’t let Ruvyn go.

Their survival would through another hoop, as the Wholande military observed Zacurbal for a few days. After seeing how fit he was for their ranks they took him from his brother. Ruvyn, at age 5, left to wander the streets alone, begging in broken Whoylandean, barely survived the week. It wasn’t until a group of fellow Preasian boys had found him hiding in an alley that he was saved, or so he thought. The boys gave him his own portions of food and offered him the work that came with it. The gang pushed Ruvyn into crime and made him do things that haunted his dreams.

Today would be no different. The group had been making rounds, stalking certain peoples in interest to them. One had been a small, blonde, girl. Excellent at getting them goods that no one had been able to obtain in a while. Today she had scored, and scored big. Whatever had been wrapped in the cloth when a smaller member of their group had witnessed her hide it and run off.

“Boss!!!” The boy had come running back, shouting in Preasian. “The blonde had got something good!” He puffed out in small breaths when he got close enough to tell the rest of his ‘family’ as well.

“What are we waiting for boys? Lets get us something good” The oldest of the boys smurked. All the boys shared eye color, courtesy of their heritage, and they all sparked with delight at the thought of good food. All but one, Ruvyn. He didn’t like hunting down others. To take what others had earned, it seemed wrong to the small boy. Now at age 12, Ruvyn had spoke out many times against the other boys actions. No one listened, they had all learned to tune him out, and if he wanted any at the end of the day he would help.

The group hit the streets and fanned out to attempt to find where the girl had gone. Looking down every alley, and when one of them found her he went rushing back and called the rest of the boys back with him. It took a bit of explaining, planning, and listening to Ruvyn talk about morals before the boys decided on a course of action. The older, a blonde, tanned boy, stepped up into the entrance of the alleyway and was calling out the girl.

“No!” Ruvyn shouted, which had come out of him a lot more aggressively than he had intended. IT didn’t matter now, he had said it, and now he found himself acting even more foolish. His body blocked the cave, facing the older boy with narrowing eyes. Ruvyn was trying to act braver than he thought he was on the inside. “This isn’t right. She is just like us! On the streets and starving and getting food anyway she can. We can’t just take it from her!” He said, in Preaisan, now extending his arms out as well, fully committing to his actions. His actions weren’t in vain, the boss would stop, he would leave the girl alone.

“Now that all your noise has scared her away, I should get my frustration out on someone who is like a human punching bag.” The older boy replied, turning his head back towards the rest of the gang. They returned his thoughts with wide grins and all the gang turned their grins, and their gaze to little Ruvyn who had let their supper get away. The oldest grabbed him by the throat and threw him to the ground. Another two were kicking him from either side. The small boy heard a few of his ribs crack under the force of the other boys kicked. The older boy sent a bare-footed kick to Ruvyn’s face, and although he did attempt to dodge the blow, the boy’s foot still made contact with his nose.

Another crack was heard in his head as his nose broke. Ruvyn was at their mercy, and when they had all finally stopped, he thought he was going to die. Of course it looked and felt a lot worse than what it was. The boys has only bruised a few ribs, broke his nose, and he had some bruises and scrapes all over him between the road burn and jagged toenails that had struck him. Ruvyn rolled into his back, made a grunt of pain and stared at the sky, a cloud was rolling by slowly over the rooftops.

A Bleak Storm

I'm here, I'm waiting for the go ahead.

Finding the Pray

Thank you my pretties for holding out for so long. I have made the first post and hopefully we will continue to grow together. Have a goodnight guys, talk to you all later!

-Ebby

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Tuz "Flare" Vandora

With the radiance of the morning sunlight tearing through the hills of Terra, and slapping the thick canopy below, the animals gave their morning chirps and roars. The forest now crawling with some of the most dangerous cats and feral creatures in the living world. One couldn’t be sure on which was worse, the day, or night. One with ruthless canines and birds, that have no second thought on defeating their own territory. What had been reclaimed after the war was now their own, no humanoid creature called this forest home anymore. Ancient weapons from the old war times still diluted the dense forest floor. Caves of hollowed, broken barns, and old fence lining twisted into the branches of age-old trees. These were what now made up the dens that the day creatures dwelled in well into the night. Meanwhile night creatures, such as vicious cougars and bobcats came out at night the lick your flesh from straight from the bone. One wouldn’t know which is a worse fate.

Tuz walked along an old dirt road. The land around her, once prospering farms, now flat with tall grasses. Fences and old barns reclaimed by nature. A crow rest in the shade of the a remaining piece of roof. Not a bad sign, but perhaps a sign of a change coming today. It was almost a joy to see the bird that so many humans associated with death. A small grin found its way to Tuz’s lips. The slight curve she couldn’t hide, and in these dangerous times Tuz liked these kind of moments.

The girls feet shifted as her ears picked up the movement around her. She couldn’t tell for certain if this movement came from an animal, friend, or foe. Making a small fist, her eyes shone a deep, fiery orange. Being ready to defeat herself if needed. The poor girl had ran into a few hunters wanting her feathers for the black market and that’s not something she was willing to give to anyone. It could also be her next meal, before she continues on her way towards the next village. A friend, although they would not start off as a friend at first, would be beneficial down the road. To have someone to fight alongside her, to have to kill everything that crossed her path. The feeling would be so nice.

After a few miles Tuz couldn’t handle the slow movement of her humanoid form. Lifting her arms above her head, they grew beautiful, silk feathers. She shrugged off her clothing as her body changed to that of the fire bird. The orange of her iris quickly consumed the rest of her eyes and narrowed. Her nose and mouth extended and hardened, transforming into a sharp, dull-yellow beak. Her hair shortened and the feathers on her nape grew. With her legs buckling out and re-jointing themselves, a magnificent tail burst off the end of her tailbone. Bright, long feathers whipped the ground and with a single stroke of her wings she took off into the air, with her clothes wrapped and tied around her neck.. The process only took a matter of seconds and she now resembled a messenger bird, with her belongings tied onto her back.

Traveling by air, Tuz was able to spot potential threats and how close her destination was. Once she was about a mile off, she descended into a tree just off the path. Transforming back into her humanoid form. Back onto the road she pulled out a few coins that weren’t so honorably earned, but would get her a place to sleep. Walking into the local inn, or what she thought was the inn she observed the people around her. There were maybe a handful of men. All had mugs in their hands, the smell reeked of alcohol.

“What can I get the lady?” A man asked from the counter.

“Um, you wouldn’t happen to have Ale from the Ash would you?” Tuz replied, her head snapping to the side in a bird-like motion. The ale wasn’t easy to come by, it felt like you were lighting you mouth on fire, and the phoenix loved it.

“I do believe so. Two atres” He answered back. A small glass of grey liquid in his hands. The girl put two silver coins on the counter and took to glass. Giving the bartender a nod and a cup raise before going to find a seat. Eventually finding one in the corner where she could see everyone.

(OOC: Pin= 1 dollar, atres= 10 dollars, just to put the currency into perspective.)
@Kidd @akirashadow

Of Prosperity and Anguish [1x1] EskimoLander x VerusEbuillo

Ruvyn "Rue" Kokurhm

Male

Family

• FATHER Elias, 38- Alive.
• MOTHER Helma, 29- Deceased.
• OLDER BROTHER Zacurbal 20- Alive, Unknown Location

Rue was born into a middle-class family. His brother was a brilliant boy, who would have made their family proud. That was if the war hadn't hit. They were caught in the middle. Families were tore apart and death rained down onto the people. Elias and Helma thought best to take their child and baby sons to a new land, a promise land, where they may live again in peace. However, it wasn't meant to be either. In a world where the Kokurhm family couldn't speak the language, they were forced into refugee camps and eventually settled into a slums area of an erupting city. Elias and Zacurbal got a job shaping gears. Well the boys worked their hardest, Helma continued to care for her infant. This continued until Rue was 3, and his mother got sick and died.

After that Elias lost his way. He didn't know how to care for two young boys, and resulted in him turning towards alcohol to find a way out. Zac decided that the boys were better on their own. Wandering the streets, the military ended up recruiting Zac. Now fighting to one day return to his brother. Meanwhile, Rue, now 12, still wanders the streets, begging for food in a foreign tongue, or simply stealing from vendors.

*RUV-yn
**Koo-kor-hum

Finding the Pray

@Kidd Very nice, you may post your Character Sheet.

I am gonna start with the starting of the roleplay soon guys. What a good way to start the new year!

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@FallenTrinity No problem, just giving a friendly reminder after the holidays.

@Kidd No problem at all my friend ^.^

Finding the Pray

Alright people I hope we are all coming back from our vacations and exams in one piece and ready to go. I hope to get this roleplay up and running soon. waiting on @Kidd and @FallenTrinity, if you two are still interested.

Ebby out.