Zordon

Age of Immortals

I've posted. Now Ori can just wait until everyone is introduced and you guys make your way to the mansion!

:)

Age of Immortals

Orianna

Steadily, she pushed one foot forward after another, the pedals readily responding to her efforts and thrusting her closer to her destination. "YOUR DESTINATION WILL BE ON THE RIGHT." 'Thank you Google,' Orianna thought to herself, pushing a little more enthusiastically up the massive hill that was the curved driveway. A strong breeze whipped past her, lifting the mass of yellow curls from around her face and wobbling her balance ever so slightly.

"YOU HAVE ARRIVED."

Somehow, she managed to finish her ascent up the monstrous climb and dismounted her old school bicycle, pulling her tan knapsack from the basket on the front and unceremoniously tossed it onto her back. She reached her hand into the pocket of her loose fitted shorts and unfolded the letter that had arrived to her home a few days prior. Yup. This was definitely the address and somehow it fit the mystery tied to the name of 'Oskar the Undying'.

The house was nestled behind carefully trimmed hedges and colorful flowers that brought a smile to Oriannas lips. Bending at her waist, she nestled the tip of her nose between some of the delicate petals and inhaled softly. A soft hum vibrated her lips as the floral scent brought her a warmth of happiness through her chest. Resting her fingers on the hedges, she approached the door of the brick building, reveling in the feel of the leaves under her finger tips. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand up from the bushes and formed a fist, raising it to knock on the door. Before her knuckles could rap on the door, it swung open and a blonde woman greeted her gaze. She looked down to the letter in Oriannas hands and a grin of realization split across her face.

"You must be one of Oskars guest. Please, come in. The meal is nearly ready."

Her hair was curly like Oris but much shorter. She wore a clean black chefs coat on her torso and a warm smile. Orianna nodded with a smile of her own and crossed the threshold into the home. The house decor was a balance of rustic and modern, making Orianna both relax and cringe depending on what part she focused on at any given time.

"There is also some seating on the outdoor terrace ma'am."

'Geez. Is my face really that expressive?' She nodded in agreement, walking through the home to the rear doors. The touches of exposed wood throughout the home she thought were definitely her favorite, running her fingers a little longer on the handle of the knob before resting next to the stone fire pit surrounded by seating. Orianna lowered herself into a seated position, folding her legs into a meditation pose. She inhaled slowly and simply waited, wondering silently who she would meet once they arrived.

Photos of Home

All pictures provided are for an actual house in Seattle listed for sale.

The Moonlit Order

@Zahrale@LadyRunic

Shoot. There doesn't happen to be a post order lying around?

I got excited and posted but.... Didn't think about that before.

Apologies if I messed anything up.

The Moonlit Order

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Lady Rachel Brekken

Rachel cringed at Pereylias use of the term "m'lady" having grown to dislike the term far before having met her. She lagged behind the woman knight, taking shallow breaths and stopping every few steps to hunch over and attempt to catch her breath. It was useless. She was simply not used to traveling on foot for this long. How was her guide able to do so without so much as breaking a sweat? In full plated armor, no less! Rachel could at least take comfort in the fact that she hadn't complained at all during their travel, struggling silently instead of burdening her guide.

Rachel did not desire anyones pity.

Pereylia warns her casually that the journey ahead will be hard and yet, all Rachel can think of is that it will be exciting, filled with adventure and glory! And most importantly? It was not the courts. She brushed her hands down the length of her thighs, currently clothed with a stained pair of riding pants before standing upright and following Pereylia into the large hall.

-- "LORD COMMANDER!!!!! SHES BACK!!! SHE ISN'T DEAD!!!" --

'What? Why is he so excited about their arrival?' Rachel thought to herself, her eyebrows raising in surprise for the briefest of moments. She had figured that Pereylia was more important than she had let on but, the reaction of the servant boy had still caught her off guard. She could feel the eyes in the room pull to where they stood.

She cleared her throat and stepped forward to stand next to the woman knight. "I am Lady Rachel of House Brekken. I have traveled with Knight Pereylia with the intention of training to become part of the order." Her voice broke a bit as she was still out of breath and she had nearly curtsied at the end of her statement out of habit. Perhaps it is true that old habits die hard. Running her hand through her disheveled locks, she attempted to regain her composure as her eyes scanned the other occupants in the room. If she was to learn, she needed to study and that included those she'd be spending her days with.

The Moonlit Order

Lady Rachel Brekken

---

I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep;

I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.

---

Name:
Lady Rachel of House Brekken
Age:
24
Race:
Human
Height:
5'6"
Weight:
124 lbs
Social Class:
Lady
Location of Recruitment:
Brekken Manor
Previous occupation:
Lady

---

Appearance

Rachel

Rachel has fair skin and pale yellow tresses that fall about halfway down her back. She sports a faint green gaze that can often be found piercing through ones facade. Her frame is slim and very feminine, a fact that was not lost in the courts.

---

Chosen Specialization:
Duelist
Chosen Weapon(s):
Rapier
Chosen Armor Class:
Padded Leather
Items Carried:
Recruits' tunic, pants and belt. A silver chain with the Brekken family Crest.
Positive Traits:
| Quick Witted | Fast Learner | Ambitious |
Neutral Traits:
| Conversationalist | Perceptive |
Negative Traits:
| Alcoholic | Spoiled | Narcissistic |
Reason for pursuing Knighthood:
Displeasure with the current state of the world. She finds herself annoyed with the amount of poverty and famine she has had to insufferably witness and wishes to rid it from her life. Clearly, the knights are not doing a well enough job and require guidance.

Backstory

Rachel was born into nobility, being trained from a young age in manners and etiquette. She was tutored to be more than just a pretty face and instead a pretty face that could also keep up with the men in the courts. It was evident at a young age that Rachel did not like having to bite her tongue depending on the social situation. "You may speak your mind with your husband but, with no one else" her mother would tell her, warranting an eye roll from Rachel every time.

As she grew older, Rachel would stray from the manor more often, growing bored of the court proceedings that were so repetitive.

Smile. Nod. Dance with him. Laugh at his jokes. Speak not on the political holdings of their family. Repeat.

On a chilly evening stroll outside the walls of her manor, Rachel encountered an injured women, dressed in full plate armor and offered her assistance. Could she offer to heal the woman or provide any comfort? No. But, Rachel knew that the means for her recovery were not far off in the distance to her home. Carefully, she and the mystery woman shambled back to the manor where the woman would stay until a full recovery had been made, just as Rachel insisted.

This woman was none other than Pereylia Meringold, a senior knight of the order. Whenever Rachel could evade her classes, she would be in the medical wing of the manor listening to the stories Pereylia told about the order, about her husband and her son. It was fascinating to dream about life outside of the nobility courts, even as dangerous as Pereylia warned her about.

Once Pereylia recovered completely, Rachel vowed to herself to leave with her whether or not her family approved. To her relief, Pereylia saw no issue with this and was somehow able to ease her parents concerns. The two left the manor at dawn heading towards the order where Rachel would finally become a recruit. A life not so awfully dreadful as living in the courts; a mere treasure for people to gaze upon.

Something actually worthwhile.

The Moonlit Order

@Zahrale
Reposting here as she is complete and awaiting approval.

Lady Rachel Brekken

---

I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep;

I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.

---

Name:
Lady Rachel of House Brekken
Age:
24
Race:
Human
Height:
5'6"
Weight:
124 lbs
Social Class:
Lady
Location of Recruitment:
Brekken Manor
Previous occupation:
Lady

---

Appearance

Rachel

Rachel has fair skin and pale yellow tresses that fall about halfway down her back. She sports a faint green gaze that can often be found piercing through ones facade. Her frame is slim and very feminine, a fact that was not lost in the courts.

---

Chosen Specialization:
Duelist
Chosen Weapon(s):
Rapier
Chosen Armor Class:
Padded Leather
Items Carried:
Recruits' tunic, pants and belt. A silver chain with the Brekken family Crest.
Positive Traits:
| Quick Witted | Fast Learner | Ambitious |
Neutral Traits:
| Conversationalist | Perceptive |
Negative Traits:
| Alcoholic | Spoiled | Narcissistic |
Reason for pursuing Knighthood:
Displeasure with the current state of the world. She finds herself annoyed with the amount of poverty and famine she has had to insufferably witness and wishes to rid it from her life. Clearly, the knights are not doing a well enough job and require guidance.

Backstory

Rachel was born into nobility, being trained from a young age in manners and etiquette. She was tutored to be more than just a pretty face and instead a pretty face that could also keep up with the men in the courts. It was evident at a young age that Rachel did not like having to bite her tongue depending on the social situation. "You may speak your mind with your husband but, with no one else" her mother would tell her, warranting an eye roll from Rachel every time.

As she grew older, Rachel would stray from the manor more often, growing bored of the court proceedings that were so repetitive.

Smile. Nod. Dance with him. Laugh at his jokes. Speak not on the political holdings of their family. Repeat.

On a chilly evening stroll outside the walls of her manor, Rachel encountered an injured women, dressed in full plate armor and offered her assistance. Could she offer to heal the woman or provide any comfort? No. But, Rachel knew that the means for her recovery were not far off in the distance to her home. Carefully, she and the mystery woman shambled back to the manor where the woman would stay until a full recovery had been made, just as Rachel insisted.

This woman was none other than Pereylia Meringold, a senior knight of the order. Whenever Rachel could evade her classes, she would be in the medical wing of the manor listening to the stories Pereylia told about the order, about her husband and her son. It was fascinating to dream about life outside of the nobility courts, even as dangerous as Pereylia warned her about.

Once Pereylia recovered completely, Rachel vowed to herself to leave with her whether or not her family approved. To her relief, Pereylia saw no issue with this and was somehow able to ease her parents concerns. The two left the manor at dawn heading towards the order where Rachel would finally become a recruit. A life not so awfully dreadful as living in the courts; a mere treasure for people to gaze upon.

Something actually worthwhile.

Age of Immortals

@Nevix I'd like to discuss my opening post with you, if I may.

PM to follow.

Age of Immortals

Orianna

Orianna the Nymph

Name
Orianna

Age
Mid-twenties

Appearance
Ori is a petite woman, standing at a mere 5'2" with a meager 127 pounds of weight on her bones. She favors wearing her curly blonde hair in disarray around her face, visually chaotic but actually well taken care of. Her pale tresses clash dramatically with her ice blue gaze.

Bio
Orianna has a notoriously bad memory and the ones from the earliest parts of her life are more common to appear to her in bits and pieces of her dreams. Most of the time, she remembers large fields and laughter... Happiness.. Over the years she has pieced together that she belonged to a prominent farm family, providing the majority of grain to a noble house in England.

Her family name is still unknown to her. Ori has also been unable to locate any of her blood line, curious as to why they were not also immortals.

Personality
Ori is a cheerful sort, always looking for the silver lining of any situation. This does not mean that she is immune to emotion, only that she has perfected hiding behind a mask. She is perhaps too trusting, befriending total strangers almost immediately.

Possessions

• 4 Earth Vestis Crystals
• A field Scythe for harvesting
• Various articles of "hippie" clothing, mostly in varying shades of tan
• Barely any money
• An optimistic attitude

Skills
Ori has perfected her ability to live off of the land, learning what plants are native to certain regions, which are harmful and which are helpful. She has learned through practice, trial & error and reading books. She lacks any real combat skills against other humans but, is quite masterful in hunting. She is quite literally a hippie and is always striving to find the love and peace in any situation.

Fast facts
While not a true Nymph, Ori has always surrounded herself with nature, preferring to live off of the land than the modern luxuries of the world. As time has shifted, she has adapted 'tiny living', minimizing her carbon footprint and growing her own food. She is not opposed to eating meat but, will not go out of her way to purchase it preferring to instead hunt for her meals.

The mysterious letter did not cause Ori any initial discomfort until she saw the check. Packing her bags, she has set out on bike to this occasion to return the money to this 'Oskar'.

Contrary to popular belief, she does in fact own a cell phone.

Age of Immortals

@ZordonA hippy Immortal? I dig it. ACCEPTED!

@Nevix

WOOT.

Posting her officially in the character tab.

The Moonlit Order

@Zordon

1 thing though, as your a recruit who's come late.. your with a Knight who late... I'll PM the details c:..

Im about to pull out something more dirty than Tyrion Lannisters Bedsheets!

@Zahrale

As long as they aren't Cersei's sheet.

*shudders*