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ALrighty. bio's edited, waiting on final (hopefully) opinions and this character's all set up.

And no, I didn't include selling chocolate bars door to door. Better leave that stuff to the scout girls.
Well now that you suggest it, going for a single animal might be more interesting this way. Panther it is then!

And yeah, I'll try to make her survival know-how to be a tad better than let's say your top-class scout girl for her age. Still gotta be realist, she's only 16 years old, she doesn't know EVERYTHING about wilderness.
Sure thing, I was thinking to myself upon reviewing the bio that having too broad of a selection might not make sense as a strating point. How about a panther (that would sorta be her totem animal) as her main transformation, and a falcon as her secondary transformation?

EDIT: Alright, will get to adding her survival skills, will also detail what those mostly consist.
Here goes, hope it is acceptable:

Illistrianna only nodded in agreement as an answer for Taimane's statement, not wanting to drag on the subject long enough with a Lycan already known in the group. If all goes well, and that was her wishful self hoping, maybe this Lycan was different than the others. Maybe he had joined the group to actually do some good for the world. But she didn't had much hope so far, the smell of blood and death was fresh on the Werewolf descendant.

The young Elf got distracted from her thoughts when she heard Malakaus speaking, asking for who was in charge. Initially, a woman in the back, one she had not seen yet, stepped in and assumed to be the leader. Illistrianna was puzzled by the directives she had been giving. Raiding the trees and jumping off a cliff? What was she supposed to mean by raiding trees? Were they to climb up and find giant leaves so they could glide down the cliff towards their next goal?

Just as she was about to raise her hand for a question, three new individuals had been climbing the hill to join the adventuring party. They seemed to be important people, at least one of them, for the man leading the trio was dressed in regal garments, while the other two following behind were dressed as servants. Illistrianna couldn't help but notice the vast amount of map cases the servants were carrying.

The priestess listened intently to what the newcomers had to say. She even blushed at the thoughts she nearly made a fool of herself by thinking the lady earlier who faked being the quest organizer. Although she had been traveling a lot in Naviance for the past decade, she never really got a good grasp of the kingdom's monetary values. All she had bought were traveling supplies and renting inn rooms. Considering both were quite cheap, 5000 gold pieces sounded a lot to her, when calculating the amount of supplies they could buy, or the number of days they could stay in a inn.

When it came for questions, it looked like everyone had a question about the quest itself. While there were many things she would've wanted to ask, she would not want to delay the journey. The most intriguing question she could think of was the the journey in itself, but the reason behind it.

"Pardon my rudeness, but I may have a question. from what I have been hearing, rumors and such, I've heard talks of an illness that caused your good king's health to falter. Has the possibility of a curse been suggested so far? It wouldn't be strange for such strong magic to emulate the ailments of a disease that could not be identified."
Sorry for the recent lack of postish (or giving a sign of live, even). Had a lot of work lately and physical/mental exhaustion were becoming so much of issues that I would barely come back from work, lie down to relax, then go to sleep afterwards.

I'll try posting something this morning before going to bed.

As for the OoC chat thingie, I don't mind Skype. In fact, It would work out much better for me since I'm always using it. Chances are I might turn off notifications unless I'm mentionned since I'm pretty much always too busy to answer, but that would keep me up to date with ideas and such.

Skype's ID is riffusmaximus1 in case you are creating the chat over there. Just give me your forum's ID if you are adding me, else I might just think you are yet another sexy spam lady.
Just as she had finished speaking with the Lycan, others seemed to have taken an interest in meeting with the Lunaris, much to Illistrianna’s relief. At first, she was greeted by one of the people she first saw as she climbed the hill up, Rem as she called herself. While she was indeed shorter than average and modest-looking compared to the others, Illistrianna’s beliefs always told her to not overlook someone simply for what they look like.

Reaching out for Rem’s extended gesture of greetings, the elven priestess gently took it into her hands; the stern look she was bearing for the Lycan faded into her more natural smile and even allowed a giggle of glee to escape her lips “Thank you! But as our kin says, it is often in the most modest of flowers that lies its true hidden beauty. You seem to be far more experienced at this than some of us, even though seeming so young.”

Illistrianna turned to face the red-hooded woman that Malakaus and she had intercepted at the gates. It looked like she was curious about her glowing jewelry. “These are my weapons, or rather their sealed forms. They can become quite a handful when traveling, especially this one.” Illistrianna answered, letting go of Rem’s hand to show the hooded girl her moon-engraved silver bracer.

“I’m sorry if the glow is distracting, they usually only react this way when they sense creatures of the night, such as Werewolves or Vampires. Normally, the weapons of a Lunaris Priestess were made to hunt those.” the blue Elf added, taking a glance back at the Lycan in their group. "However, my days as a huntress are long over from the moment I left the Order. Now, these blades only serve to protect those who are preyed upon in the night. Which is why I promise I won't cause unprovocated issues to our group, as long as we are not doing any wrong-doing."
Just as Illistrianna had finished introducing herself, the flamboyant man had come to greet them in a rather straight-forward manner. His pure honesty when speaking made the Elf giggle lightly. Her face would change rather abruptly as soon as she saw the ominous shadow that crept from behind the others and approached the Moon Elf specifically. Her usual smile turned into a frown when her eyes were laid upon the one who spoke to her.

There was no mistaking it; that humanoid wolf, standing in broad daylight could be none other than a Lycan, descendant from Werewolves. Compared to the Werewolves, who used to simply be accursed creatures who transformed at night and hunted down other people for feeding, Lycans grew to be more intelligent, albeit less stronger, and they often manifested their better intellect with dark and cruel designs. Enslaving and torturing Elves whenever they could had become a problem to elvenkind, which is why Lycans had become a mortal ennemy to the Elves, especially the Moon Elves, who were the ones to hunt the Werewolves.

His tone of voice was unpleasant, and the way he was scanning her left a chill to her spine. Still, she swallowed her hate for the Lycans and replied with a fake smile "The call for help has reached many, however far they are. That explains why so large and diverse the group seems to be."

The blue Elf could not allow her own disliking of the kin she used to hunt back in the days to ruin the possible harmony between the group. She could only but hide her feelings, and not play the Lycan's game of provocation.
Not at all, sounds really interesting. I'll even throw in what I've made so for. It's far from being finishing, but at least that will give you all a glimpse of what I'm working on.

Zenathar (Misty Isle)

The isle of Zenathar, better known as Misty Isle for outsiders, is the homeland of the secluded Elf race. Misty Isle is called so because of its bleak thick fog that surrounds the vast island, which makes it difficult to reach by boat. The shore is partially surrounded by sharp rocks that protrudes from the sea floor, making boat travel really dangerous combined with the poor visibility of the thick fog. It is said that this unnatural mist is caused by the Elves themselves, who wished to be left in peace and concealed from the prying eyes of the outside world. At first glance, it doesn't look like a promising land, as the fog's gray color looks gloomy. For those who successfully reach Zenathar, they will find a beautiful landscape. A large forest borders the east side of the island, high mountains borders the northern side, making it impossible to reach Zenathar by the north because of its steep cliffs. A huge lake covers the middle of the isle, and the rest of the isle is covered by green plains and small hills.

Capital City: Greenglade
This city is located in the heart of Zenathar's eastern forest. It is a city built above ground, on the trees. It is the first official settlement in Zenathar, built by the first inhabitants. Home of many different kind of elves, though they are united and live peacefully. Some Humans also live there, amongst the Elves, the rare and privileged few. The forest in which the city is built is rich in resources. Elves have been known to gather food every day from its lushful greenery. It is rumoured that the trees and plants are enchanted in some way, always producing what the Elves need. There's also a small magical grove which rest a small pond, said to renew life and spiritual energy when bathed in its magical water.

Government: High Elven Council (3 Lords)
High Lord of the Sun Elves: Silderion Laranor
Previously known as Monarch, Silderion was the Elven King of his kin before the monarchy was restructured into the High Council. He is a wise ruler who watches over the Elves with justice and equity. For the welfare of his people, he is ready to go at great lengths to ensure it.

High Lady of the Moon Elves: Larissa Meralden
Ruler of the Moon Elves, she also is the head figure of the Luna Order. She is known to be a gentle and understanding figure as a ruler, but she is harsh and unforgivable when it comes to those who threaten the innocent and the defenceless. She is also known to be a great Sorceress, whom few can rival her magical talents.

High Lady of the Dark Elves: Seraphina Ithiladan
Before the Dark Elves were added to the High Elven Council, Seraphina was a rebellious warchief conspiring against all of Zenathar. A woman of unparalleled intellect, she was one of the very first Elves to fall from grace and become a race of darkness. She leads the Dark Children with an iron fist, keeping strict order in her court and to her people.

Races: While there are many kind of Elves living in Zenathar, there are three dominant subtypes of Elves making the vast majority of elvenkind. About a third of the population is made of Sun Elves, the other third of Moon Elves and the last third of Dark Elves
-Sun Elves (Solaris)
-Moon Elves (Lunaris)
-Dark Elves (Tenebris)


Religion:
The Light:
The Night:

History:
-The Exile
-The Darkening
-The Revolution
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