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Yaaaaaaay! Also, seems Ashirah is one of the younger and older members of the group. Interesting~
Name: Ashirah Sarethi
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 200, appears 19-20 physically.
Gender: Female
Abilities: Ashirah is mediocre at using her dagger close-range, and isn't muscular, or even trained in hand-to-hand combat.
Powers: Ashirah thrives in the fields of magic. While she knows some low-level destructive spells, she prefers the arts of healing; helpful alchemical potions, healing spells, and the like. She can heal wounds, dispell harmful effects on herself and others, and prevent harm from coming in the first place. Healing spells have a negative effect on the undead, so she can harm zombies and vampires, if they shall ever appear.
Appearance:
Weapons and/or Tools: Ashirah carries a crappy iron dagger for close-range combat. She also has her alchemical/cooking set (mortar and pestle, alembic, retort, and calcinator. And yes, she does cook food with these as well. The potions are nice, the food is terrible.) Other than that, all she has is money, thick leather alchemy gloves for handling hot and/or dangerous substances, some spices, and many empty pouches meant to carry alchemical ingredients.
Armor or clothing: Ashirah wears a heavy-duty leather traveling set. It doubles as leather armor and allows for a lot of movement.
Mount: Ashirah's priced horse; a grumpy, fat, gray thing named Snow. It hates everyone.
Personality: Ashirah is talkative, humorous, and loves to flirt. Needless to say, she gets annoying pretty quick.
Biography: She is the only daughter of a foreign pawnbroker. Her father trained her in the art of haggling and selling, but she found it very boring. Instead, she spent her time learning the art of healing from the local church. The priestesses there could bring a man back from the dead and did it for free, just for the sake of doing good! Ashirah learned all she could from them, and although she can't bring a man back from the dead, her potions and spells can make it look like she did. After fifty years of learning, Ashirah moved away and set up her apothecary shop in the starting coastland town. She only sold her preventative potions, and healed whomever came in looking in need of healing. Ashirah took on a disturbing number of cases that involved demons. It seems even here, where it's relatively safe, the demons rule.
Rank/Status: Only daughter of a single father, Dark Elf foreigner, apothecary, and healer.
Other:
Say hello to the annoying support! :D Written on my phone, so it might suck.
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 200, appears 19-20 physically.
Gender: Female
Abilities: Ashirah is mediocre at using her dagger close-range, and isn't muscular, or even trained in hand-to-hand combat.
Powers: Ashirah thrives in the fields of magic. While she knows some low-level destructive spells, she prefers the arts of healing; helpful alchemical potions, healing spells, and the like. She can heal wounds, dispell harmful effects on herself and others, and prevent harm from coming in the first place. Healing spells have a negative effect on the undead, so she can harm zombies and vampires, if they shall ever appear.
Appearance:
Weapons and/or Tools: Ashirah carries a crappy iron dagger for close-range combat. She also has her alchemical/cooking set (mortar and pestle, alembic, retort, and calcinator. And yes, she does cook food with these as well. The potions are nice, the food is terrible.) Other than that, all she has is money, thick leather alchemy gloves for handling hot and/or dangerous substances, some spices, and many empty pouches meant to carry alchemical ingredients.
Armor or clothing: Ashirah wears a heavy-duty leather traveling set. It doubles as leather armor and allows for a lot of movement.
Mount: Ashirah's priced horse; a grumpy, fat, gray thing named Snow. It hates everyone.
Personality: Ashirah is talkative, humorous, and loves to flirt. Needless to say, she gets annoying pretty quick.
Biography: She is the only daughter of a foreign pawnbroker. Her father trained her in the art of haggling and selling, but she found it very boring. Instead, she spent her time learning the art of healing from the local church. The priestesses there could bring a man back from the dead and did it for free, just for the sake of doing good! Ashirah learned all she could from them, and although she can't bring a man back from the dead, her potions and spells can make it look like she did. After fifty years of learning, Ashirah moved away and set up her apothecary shop in the starting coastland town. She only sold her preventative potions, and healed whomever came in looking in need of healing. Ashirah took on a disturbing number of cases that involved demons. It seems even here, where it's relatively safe, the demons rule.
Rank/Status: Only daughter of a single father, Dark Elf foreigner, apothecary, and healer.
Other:
Say hello to the annoying support! :D Written on my phone, so it might suck.
AgniSpirit said
@Wormgod: You said Angles, we're excepting ANGLES!!! YAY~!
Yes, Agni. We are excepting angles. No angles allowed.
AliceZaru said
.-Alright! Cx I didn't understand the lore. D'anke. I'll just skip..the Bio.is that fine?
Re-read the lore, then. I may accept you later, but honestly I'm not sure.
Not accepted, Alice. While the hat and weapon are allowed (although remember, the staff would just be white with blue accents), all angels are created in Heaven, and they end up on Earth for an assignment or punishment. God creates angles as She sees fit; just like Satan creates demons who are born and raised in Hell.
And, all angels manifest blue/white halos and wings.
@Ferret Dude: I don't know whether to run away or join in on the animal-stroking.
And, all angels manifest blue/white halos and wings.
@Ferret Dude: I don't know whether to run away or join in on the animal-stroking.
((Suckish post ahead!))
Ah, the ghetto of Daten City; the neglected easternmost section with cracked roads and concrete buildings. The worst of the worst lived here in near-abject poverty. The centermost edge consisted of some of the best entertainment in Daten City, though. Everyone came here. One of the clubs--Mystique was featured on Clubs, Bars, and Taverns for their signature drink, "dragon baby shot", which they claimed was made out of actual dragon babies. Magenta wasn't sure, but Mystique was still a great club, and she came here tonight.
Magenta stepped out of the city bus and looked at the club in question. A purple, square building with a very fancy neon sign--one of those where the lady's legs swung up and down. It was a stripper girl dressed in a devilish outfit, complete with the fake tail and pitchfork. Magenta grinned and skipped inside.
There was a live band today; a group of Asian women singing a really trancy song in an accent. Something about sugar water. Magenta frowned. Damn, not a good dance song! Oh well. She crossed the flashing rainbow dance floor and sat down at the bar and crossed her legs. She was wearing her best outfit: a leather black minidress, black rabbit fur heels, and her good Hell-made bra. The bartender looked her up and down when he thought she wasn't looking. Magenta smirked and held out her hand, "Crown and coke, please."
The bartender smiled and quickly handed her the drink. Magenta pulled some bills out of her bra and handed the wad to him. Probably way too much for just that drink and a tip, but it wasn't her money anyway, it was that rich dude's from last night.
Magenta sipped her drink and scanned the dance floor for some hot a**. So far she was out of luck. It seems this trancy song created a lot of couples. Some were even leaving!
Ah, the ghetto of Daten City; the neglected easternmost section with cracked roads and concrete buildings. The worst of the worst lived here in near-abject poverty. The centermost edge consisted of some of the best entertainment in Daten City, though. Everyone came here. One of the clubs--Mystique was featured on Clubs, Bars, and Taverns for their signature drink, "dragon baby shot", which they claimed was made out of actual dragon babies. Magenta wasn't sure, but Mystique was still a great club, and she came here tonight.
Magenta stepped out of the city bus and looked at the club in question. A purple, square building with a very fancy neon sign--one of those where the lady's legs swung up and down. It was a stripper girl dressed in a devilish outfit, complete with the fake tail and pitchfork. Magenta grinned and skipped inside.
There was a live band today; a group of Asian women singing a really trancy song in an accent. Something about sugar water. Magenta frowned. Damn, not a good dance song! Oh well. She crossed the flashing rainbow dance floor and sat down at the bar and crossed her legs. She was wearing her best outfit: a leather black minidress, black rabbit fur heels, and her good Hell-made bra. The bartender looked her up and down when he thought she wasn't looking. Magenta smirked and held out her hand, "Crown and coke, please."
The bartender smiled and quickly handed her the drink. Magenta pulled some bills out of her bra and handed the wad to him. Probably way too much for just that drink and a tip, but it wasn't her money anyway, it was that rich dude's from last night.
Magenta sipped her drink and scanned the dance floor for some hot a**. So far she was out of luck. It seems this trancy song created a lot of couples. Some were even leaving!
You and your ferrets! :3
Yes!
KiltmanBagz said
Worm, are you going to make the true bad guys 'angles'
Well of course angles are bad! Demons and angels have bad and good sides. After all, order and freedom are both necessary, or else the world falls into chaos.
Kafka Komedy said
So, how many characters do you want/need?
Eeehhh, I dunno. There's what, five people total? Yeah, so I think we're good to start some time tomorrow. I'm tired. Just watched Rosemary's Baby and now I need to get that nice/creepy la-la-la song outta my head. La, la laaa, la laaa, la laaa, la la...la laaaaa la laaa....*high-pitched, dragged-out violin notes*
Kafka Komedy said
Hey, I think I'm gonna join. Reserve me a spot, I'm gonna work on my CS right now.
YES! But you better not be an angle.
I don't like to start before I have the appropriate members, and I also don't like joining a roleplay that's already started.
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