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Hey, :D

People call me Zamokra, Zamo or Sylas for friends. What can I say about myself? Am a simple bloke in his early twenties trying to find his place in the world. I'm also a practitioner of the arts of drawing, writing, gaming and procrastinating.

I like roleplays of almost any color though I tend to stay away from those based on TV shows/series, don't ask why. I usualy preffer Mid-Casual to High-Casual and although I 'specialize' in Fantasy-based RPs, I also like every other type, ranging from Slice of Life to Ultra-Futuristic-Sci-Fi and everything in between.

No off-site info on me, I like to keep my privacy private :D

Jokes? Alright then. What is red and bad for your teeth? A brick.

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Will be waiting for someone else from the beach to post before I do.

Also, Q : Will there be a point in the future where we ALL will meet in the same location?
Tarum



He felt hazy as he awoke, the loud, quick-rhythm of the music was imposible to ignore even when one was out cold, it seems. With a weary groan he pushed himself up from the ground, feeling the warm texture of the sand on his palms. “Where..” was his first thought before he recalled moments later that he did choose a beach to be the place where he begun his…excursion. Once he stood up he was forced to shield his eyes as the blazing sun was keen on shining its light upon his poor eyes before he had a chance to adjust. With a sigh he rubbed his eyes with one hand, the other one grasping at a rod of solid metal which, oddly enough, felt comfortable to the touch. At least for him anyway. Once his eyes adjusted to the new lighting of the scenery, Tarum had a chance to inspect himself and his surroundings. Indeed, he was at a beach, with warm sand, a clear blue sky which mirrored its color into the vast ocean and the sound of the waves lapping at the land only to be obscured by the deafening sound of music. For whatever reason, Tarum rushed to the waterside, throwing a gander at where the surface was more calm and clear…where he could see himself.

The poorly mirrored image of himself in the water was enough to distinguish his new features. His hair was long and lush, the color of hot coal, a feature shared by his long goatee which matched with the blazing orange color of his eyes. His skin appeared pale yet was covered in what one could only call ‘war-paint’ of dark crimson in interesting patterns all over his face and chest. He seemed well made, his body presenting an athletic build yet nowhere near as large and muscular as to be called ‘bulky’ or ‘buffed’. The most interesting details where his sharp, facial features, his clawed hands, two sets of black horns sprouting from under his mane and the heavily fur-covered goat-like legs he had, marking him as one of the so-called ‘Beast-Folk’ species. For clothes he sported a simple vestment of green silk with golden embroidery which covered his pelvis and draped down to knee-length, leaving his torso and arms exposed with only a long scarf of matching fabric and design to ornate his upper-body. A wicked smile creeped on his face as he gazed upon himself, completing the grim visage.

YES!” he spoke out-loud, feeling ecstatic with his new form. New form? Ah, yes, that’s right. He vaguely recalled that he had a past-life of sorts, yet the details were hazy at best. He decided not to contemplate upon it, what is past is past and it matters not to him who he once may have been, what matters to him is who he is now and what he will do. He was fully aware of his status, his powers and skills and of his ambitions. The past may be lost and nigh-on forgotten, but Tarum’s future was planned out by him. The music behind was a clear sign that, wherever he was, he was not alone. Turning around, the Chaos-Weaver saw an amalgamation of people of different races and species apparently enjoying a party, complete with dancing, exotic beverages and a… Beast-Folk DJ? Well… he certainly picked an odd place to awake didn’t he? Just before he could interact with anyone, a dwarf beat him to the punch by approaching in delivering a jab regarding the fact that he, and apparently others, had trouble holding their liquor. The short, bearded man even offered a strange pill which was supposed to help in that regard. Tarum considered for a moment…one moment was all it took as he snatched the pill from the dwarf’s hand and inspected it for a brief moment until he finally threw a glance at the short man and said “Well.. Don’t mind if I do, short-pants” after which he opened his mouth and swallowed the pill with his pointy, elongated tongue, akin to how a frog would catch a fly in mid-air. And why not? He was going to bring chaos and destruction to this new world but perhaps debauchery also had a place on his list. Regardless of what would happen, one thing was certain : Tarum will be maniacally laughing through this whole journey as he was right now while making his way to the dance floor, grabbing someone else’s drink and downing it like yesterdays’ ale on the way. The rush of life felt exilarating. He couldn't wait to experiment more with what this world had to offer before drowing it in flames.
|The Shield Maiden|


[NAME]
Lyanna

[ORIGIN]
Badarium

[AGE]
Late twenties to early thirties

[APPEARANCE]
People of Badarium were often graced with elegant beauty, delicate features and voluptuous bodies. Lyanna was, for the most part, no exception from the rule. With her soft, pale skin, wavy black hair, comely features and auburn eyes, she certainly caught the gazes of many a man and even a few women, though most were unintentional. However, what one would see at first sight was not all true, for underneath her armor, this 1.71m tall woman would boast a muscular body which contrasted with her feminine curves, the result of hard physical training which also granted her a physical strength comparable with the toughest of men, an aspect which took many by utter surprise due to her appearance.

Her rebirth did deteriorate her visage, her skin adopting a shade of grey, her eyes loosing most of their shine and color, and there was also a long, thin gash now ever present on her torso, reaching from her bellybutton and straight upwards stopping just below her collarbone.

[PERSONALITY]
Courageous, level-headed and loyal to a fault, Lyanna was often commended for these traits by her liege Lord, who more often than not also praised her beauty but she always paid no mind to that, dedicated to serving him loyally and competently as the captain of his personal guard and nothing more. That is to say, she was not always sour and dour, she felt most comfortable when surrounded by her fellow soldiers, the sense of camaraderie that was created through her leadership made them seem like family, the only real family she ever had. Of course, rumors travel far and wide in the Kindom of Badarium and there was much discussion of the female guard captain who became ‘awfully close’ with her subordinates, yet just like the flirtatious intentions of her liege Lord, Lyanna paid no mind to such talk. If the common folk felt secure enough from other dangers that they were able to speak of such things, among others, then it meant she was doing her job properly and that was good enough for her.

[SKILLS & TALENTS]

Shield Master – Lyanna is a skilled warrior, virtually unmatched with a shield in hand. This style of combat is one that requires a strong arm and iron determination, both of which Lyanna possesses in spades, capable of anticipating and blocking attacks only to retaliate with devastating force.

Bravery – Fighting in the front line is no task for those faint of heart, Lyanna always keeping an uncanny cool temper even in the face of the most horrific of adversaries. Once she has set a defensive line, she will not yield until her last breath has been given, proving time and again that she will not be easily distraught.

Hearty Constitution – Unlike the vast majority of women from her land, Lyanna would spend most of her time undertaking grueling physical training, pushing her body to the limit and overcoming it. With a hard back, iron stomach and a strong arm, Lyanna could not be easily toppled and could take down men twice her size.

[INVENTORY]

Damaged Plate Armor – This type of armor is the very symbol of a strong and noble knight, offering great protection while sacrificing mobility. This one, however, has seen better days as the breastplate is battered and broken, missing its upper left side as well as its gorget and right spaulder. Along with that, the entire plating of the right arm seems to be missing, the only thing offering protection being the scalemail shirt underneath which reaches just before the elbow, leaving the left forearm completely exposed. The left side of the armor, the chausses and steel-toed boots are faring no better, being battered and worn but at least they are still there.

Worn Heather Shield – A metal shield which offers great protection as well as being light enough to maneuver by a skilled wielder. Time has not been kind to it, being bent, battered and worn to such an extent that even the once proud crest on its surface has become faded and unrecognizable.

Broken Arming Sword– The standard issue one-handed sword wielded by any warrior who boasts competence in combat. That is what it once was before whatever unfortunate events rendered it in this state, the blade being dull and broken in half, making it quite worthless. However, ‘near worthless’ trumps ‘empty handed’.

[GIFT OF REBIRTH]

Unnatural Might – Since her rebirth, Lyanna has discovered that she possesses an odd, unknown power which triggers, apparently, randomly. This power would manifests itself under the form of many wisps of crimson smoke emanating from her body along with the color(or current lack of color) of her eyes turning to a deep, vibrant red. The effects resulting in a great adrenaline surge coursing through her, removing any sign and sensation of fatigue from her body and increasing her physical strength tenfold, allowing her to shrug off all but the most devastating of blows while delivering unfathomable punishment. This effect does not last long, however, nor can Lyanna ‘trigger’ it on her own. Could this strange power be a gift from the Gods… or something else entirely?

Also glad my character is accepted :D
Alright, attempt #2
Just found out I will have to go on a trip of sorts, which means my next post will come only sometime tomorrow :(

Sorry for any inconvenience caused.
Bloody Hell, am I late...

o.O
"I focus onto Beach and now am asleep on the beach"
Mhm, I see your points. In this case, I may return with a diferent character but it may take a while. Here's to hoping there will still be space available by that time.
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