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RAZIYA; panther shifter[/b]

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Name:
Rziya

Gender:
Male

Species:
panther shifter

Age:
20

Height
5'11"

Home:
Wanderer


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Appearance:
Slender and wiry.  Dark skin, midnight blue hair.  Has black cat ears and a cat tail.  Can turn into a panther.

Personality:
A natural loner, Raziya stays out of cities and tries to stick to wilderness areas.  He very much dislikes humans and goes out of his way to avoid them.

Is very much tuned in to his animal side and this can cause uncomfortable situations when he's around humans—for instance when he neglects to wear clothes.

History:
He was taken advantage of in a lot of ways by humans who exploited his general ignorance about society and the world.  In the past he has been made both a slave and a pet and he's sick of humans and their cruelty.

Strengths:
Can shift into a very powerful panther at will.

Weaknesses:
He doesn't really understand a lot of things.  How certain things work or why things are the way they are.  It's partly because he actively avoids all forms of company whenever possible and partly because he just doesn't think the way humans think.  He can be mislead/confused with the right words.

Likes:
solitude, hunting, forests

Dislikes:
cities, humans

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Current Threads:
A Day to Remember
Completed Threads:
If No One's Around to Hear


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Name:
Zephaniah Blessing

Nicknames
Zephan, Zeph

Gender:
Male

Species:
human

Race:
Serenian

Age:
21

Height
5'8"

Home:
Wanderer, but spends most of his time in Serendipity

Occupation:
mage-for-hire


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Appearance:
Zephan has blue hair that is longer around his face than it is in the back.  His eyes are orange-yellow. Slender and wiry, as he doesn't have a lot of coin to spend on food and spends a lot of time traveling on foot.

Personality:
Friendly, extroverted, doesn't know the meaning of the word shy. Flippant, arrogant in a way. Thinks there's no trouble he couldn't magic or talk himself out of. Always jesting and prone to sarcasm. A compulsive liar. Can't ever give simple answers to simple questions, always has to embellish.  Doesn't take anything seriously.

History:
He could never stand the thought of studying magic in some stuffy college so he set out into the world as soon as he was old enough and has fumbled his way through the intricacies of magic, learning from mages he met along the way occasionally but mostly teaching himself through trial and error. He takes odd jobs to get by and rarely stays in one place for long.

Abilities:
Zephan's magic is a force to be respected, though he spends most of his time making sure it doesn't kill anyone. He's competent with magic but never received any formal training, so there are holes in his knowledge.

Likes:
traveling, talking, finding new and practical uses for magic

Dislikes:
mages who sit in a dusty tower and never go out and make use of their power

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RUBEN TERE ESTE; astromancer[/b]

"Ah...what?" ~Ruben, not paying attention

You call from the distance and look up to the sky
These constellations never seemed so bright
But day will come it won't be long
It will be different tomorrow
The stars will fade and this display
Of lights will be hard to follow

~Paint By Numbers: Constellations

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Unwanted
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Name:
Ruben Tere Este (teer ESteh) (Tere Este is his last name, not his middle and last)

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human

Age:
21

Height
5'8"

Home:
La'marri

Occupation:
Astonomer/Astromancer

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Left-handed


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Appearance:
A slender and pale young man.  Light yellow eyes.  His hair is black and long, down to his rear.  He wears it gathered at the back of his neck by a silver clasp, then separated into three tails.  Occasionally the tails are braided.  He dresses in dignified, sophisticated clothing. Small of build.

Personality:
He's better than you and he knows it and he will make sure you know it.  No one is his intellectual equal and few people are worth his time.  Frankly, the rest of you should feel honored to breathe the same air as him.

History:
Ruben has been sent to La'marri to utilize the area's unique properties in his celestial research.  He lives in an observatory a few miles apart from the village.

Strengths:
Highly intelligent.  Book smart.  He is a leading expert in his field.

Weaknesses:
Cannot fight at all.  If faced with a physical fight he'd probably run away or curl up into a ball and cry.  His magic is powerful but undeveloped.  He is an intellectual; it would never occur to him to use his astromancy as a weapon.

Likes:
Stars, reading, academia

Dislikes:
Most people, anyone he considers uneducated, traveling

Commentary:
He's an old character who I have brought back. :3

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[center:zgvj5dak]CADENCE ARKES; sellsword[/b]

"No offense to you, Elhurios, but I missed your gold more than your company." ~ Cade looking out for the bottom line

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Name:
Cadence Arkes (Ar-KEHZ)

Nicknames
Cade

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human

Age:
20

Height
5'8"

Home:
Wanderer

Occupation:
Sellsword

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Appearance:
Cade has short brown hair and dark green eyes and a boyish face.  He's a swordsman, so he's muscular and toned, with a strong, youthful body.  Average height for a Connlaothan.

Personality:
A little standoffish and uptight.  Not the friendliest person in the world, but not mean, either.  It takes him an unusually long time to warm up to people, but once he does he can be pleasant enough.  His goal is to become an expert swordsman and he is intensely focused on that. Can be gruff and crude sometimes.  Blunt and not very tactful.  He hates his name, Cadence.  Thinks it's girly.  So he goes by Cade and doesn't tell anyone his full name.

History:
He left his parents' home to work as a sellsword at the age of 16 and has never looked back.

Strengths:
Quite good with a sword and passable with daggers and bows.

Weaknesses:
No magic power whatsoever and no defense against it. 

Likes:
Fighting, swordplay, earning money

Dislikes:
mages (he distrusts them), touchy-feely stuff

Commentary:
He was an NJC paired up with another character of mine, but I brought that character back in time to a point where they hadn't met yet, so now Cade is on his own. (:

It was the middle of the night, and the castle should have been asleep, but Akkiel could see many torches moving along the battlements, and light shown up from the inner courtyard. They were expecting him. Angel had done his job.

Akkiel may have avoided returning for as long as possible, but once he got back he intended to get right to it. There was a lot to do, a lot to change, and he didn't want any of them caught with their breeches down when he swept in and tried to get things done.

Upon leaving the brothel, he'd taken his horse by the reins and chosen to walk straight to the castle. Not that it could have been any other way. It'd probably have taken the intervention of the gods to get Tarlaka to let him take another detour.  So he made like a good little king and walked along, Thorn sheathed at his back.  Following behind came the small group of retainers.  They went untroubled.  Even if the whole castle knew he was back, to any citizens out on Ketra's street tonight he was just another young sword to avoid.

The main avenue opened up into a square that sprawled before the castle, and Akkiel had abruptly stopped here. It was a beautiful Adelan night, a cool breeze stirring his long red hair, and moonlight falling from a cloudless sky to dazzle upon the fountain in the center of the square.  Across the plaza he could the the castle and it's moving lights, but he wasn't quite ready to step into that arena yet.  There was something else he had to know first.

"So, tell me," he said, turning to Tarlaka.  "What did you think of Angel?"  As if he didn't already know the answer to that.  He couldn't help but smile, and it must have seemed like he was trying on purpose to frustrate her, but he really did have a reason for sending Angel ahead of him, without warning anyone of the man's new position in the court. It hadn't just been about entertaining himself by forcing that horse's ass of a personality on everyone unexpected.

Though that was a part of it.

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Name:
Angel Aurora

Species:
Human

Gender:
Male

Location:
Adela

Rank:
Dragonrider

Age:
26

Appearance:
Sleek, with dark hair and a perpetually serious expression.  Even when he smiles, it is always sarcastic or mocking. His appearance is impeccable, never a stitch out of place, and since attaining a position in the military he rarely allows himself to be seen out of uniform.

Personality:
Stiff, serious. When his sense of humor bothers to show itself it is desert dry. A cold individual, but one with great pride in Adela. He believes rules are to be followed to the letter and that proper social conduct is of highest importance, and holds not only himself but others to this expectation as well, which causes a lot of friction. Sees the world in black and white. Adela and its allies are good and worthy, everyone else is useless vermin. Believes that everyone has their place and they should stay there.  Tends to view himself as the only competent person in the world.

Abilities:
An exceedingly difficult person to read or understand, as he does not talk about himself nor allows his true motives to be known. An intellectual and a tactician. Strategy is his element. Shrewd and cunning.  Competent with a sword but he's no prodigy.

History:
Akkiel found him in the southern mountains, actually plotting a coup of all things.  He was so impressed, he offered Angel a job.

Likes:
Himself and not much else.

Dislikes:
Tarlaka

Completed Threads:
Asleep in the Garden

Commentary:
An impulse join. I wanted another unlikeable character.

Ash thought it a mirage at first, the city that sprang up before him.

By now his whole body was red and burning. He'd gotten hold of a slave's tunic from an abandoned caravan. It covered him just past his thighs, and the coarse fabric had him in agony every second of every day.  It got stuck to the raw lashes crisscrossing his back and tore them open anew whenever they began to close.  Sometimes he wondered what the point of it was—the damage had been done, what good could that meager covering do?  But he kept it on because it was the final thread that still connected him to the civilized world.  Without it, he was only a sick animal wondering the desert.  The scratch of fabric on burned skin was his only claim to humanity.

For days he'd managed only fitful rest but no genuine sleep and had lost track of time because of it. Days blurred into days, nights passed in long, eternal hours, and none of it held any meaning against the solid weight of the Sun on his back, the thick heat in the air, the sand scouring his body.  On he'd walked, stopping only when he collapsed from sheer exhaustion and rising again with is nerves on fire. To make it through Solisi territory and to a free city he must keep ever on.

Direction eluded him. He had a feeling he was going in circles, so far as he was still capable of coherent thought. So when the city had appeared before him as a dark smudge on the horizon, he had questioned first it's reality, then it's allegiance. If Solisi, they would close the gates and turn him away, and the desert would take him. If not? He may not make it anyway.

He still had the presence of mind to approach the city from a blind side, not on the roads.  The dunes rode high and their valleys sheltered him from sight.  He must not be seen, not until he knew what city this was.  On his forehead were branded the stars and sickle moon of an exile, a clear message to any Solisi.

The Sun reached its zenith, and his remaining strength quickly dissipated under Her glare. Falling to his knees behind a dune, he told himself he'd just rest for a moment. Just a moment, then he could find a way into the city. Too exhausted and too sick with injury to call water from the atmosphere as he'd done before, he closed his eyes and fought a wave of dizziness.

When he opened them again he was on his hands and knees, staring at the sand beneath him. His arms shook, his thoughts dispersed. Where was Pin? She had been there, hadn't she? Hadn't she? And Dimitri. Dimitri should be there, and his mother, too. Mother...

They burned her. Remember, they burned her. Wake up!

On his belly now, he used the last spark of consciousness in him to look up at the city looming so close. So close. He looked upward, up to the towers and palaces towering above all, and he saw the banners there. No white banners. No flaring yellow Suns.

Not Solis. Essyrn.

It was the last thing he saw before he succumbed to unconsciousness, and it gave him hope.

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By the time it was all over, Haven wasn't sure he'd be able to stand without tipping right back over gain.

Trying to catch his breath, he slowly closed off the channel between himself and the woman. She lay asleep, barely breathing but alive, and if she proved strong enough she would probably make it through the night. He was sure it had been animal venom, the kind that went after the nerves.  Those were the worst.  The effects lingered and the damage could be permanent.  Had he any more to give he'd keep the channel open, feed her more healing energy, but he was well past his limit.

Haven sighed and wiped a sleeve across his forehead. His hands shook as he cleaned up, dropping everything back in his rucksack. Never mind putting them in their proper place. He'd worry about it later, when he wasn't ready to collapse from exhaustion.

"Someone should take her to her room and make sure she's comfortable. I expect she'll survive the night." His staff provided the leverage to get him to his feet, and he leaned on it to address the men. "I'll check on her in the morning, but call me if you have to."

He wasn't prepared for the pain that shot through his back when he straightened, or the way the floor seemed spin out from underneath his feet.  He grabbed at whoever was closest—he thought it was the younger of the two—and waited for his sense of balance to return. "Ah...I'm sorry. Could I ask you to help me to a room? I can pay. I'm just not sure I could make it on my own."

It would be far less embarrassing to ask for help than faint in the hallway.

I've been following the adventures of the Connlaoth ambassadors in Serendipity, and I think the idea should be expanded upon because it could really add some life to the political roleplay. "Ambassador to Suchandsuch" could be added to the rank page, too. Each of the kingdoms needs an ambassador in each of the other kingdoms. Here's the ambassadors currently needed:

Serendipity ambassador in Connlaoth
Serendipity ambassador in Adela
Connlaoth ambassador in Adela
Adela ambassador in Connlaoth
Adela ambassador in Serendipity

So! Claim one and make an entry post. Angel will be there to greet the ambassadors in Adela, nyahaha. :3 I think I might play the Serendipity ambassador in Connlaoth.  Also...maybe the ambassadors in Connlaoth from the other two kingdoms could be mages? Partly because it would be a show of good faith on everyone's part, but mostly because I think it would be hilarious to watch the poor individuals stuck with that job.

I don't know who's managing Necromantia right now. Anyone? Necromantia should be included, too. :3

Totally unrelated, but soon the Lumenari are going to raid Arca, so if you want in on it start thinking about characters you want to participate, either on the Lumenari side or the Serendipity side.

Nothing.  No caravans going out, no upper class in need of protection, not even any of the state sponsored raids on brigands.  Not one damn thing.

Kassian cursed and punched the wall beside the board, and the room quieted for an instant as the tavern patrons turned to stare at him briefly before going back to their drinking.

He stalked out and into the warm summer night, slamming the door behind him.  Not a decent mercenary job left in the city.  He'd checked all his usual sources, and all that was left were the shittier jobs, the ones no one wanted to touch because they were too shady or paid so little as made no difference.  Worse, when he'd checked in with an acquaintance—not a friend, he had few those—he'd found the man in jail for extortion and his house boarded up.  Which left Kassian with nowhere to go for the night.

Muttering to himself, he stopped to think, leaning against the wall of a storefront with his arms crossed.  Sickly yellow light spilled out from windows on either side of the street.  And what a street it was.  Necessity had driven him to the poorer parts of the city.  The homes and shops all leaned in on the street, the people walking beneath them attired in patched clothing the color of dirt.  Thunder rolled overhead.

He must have been glaring because everyone who passed gave him a wide berth.  He sighed and rubbed at his temple.  It wasn't usual for him to get this frustrated, but then it wasn't usual Ketra didn't have anything for him.  This was a good mercenary town, but he supposed most of the caravan work had gone a couple weeks earlier, when the trains were setting off for Serendipity to take advantage of the festivals.  A quick check of his coin purse confirmed he didn't have enough for an inn room.

The sky chose that moment to crack wide open.

<I>Of course.</I>  He turned his face up into the rain and closed his eyes.  It figured.  The day couldn't possibly get any worse.

A tug on his sleeve caught his attention and he looked down to see a little girl child standing there, blinking as raindrops hit her upturned face.  She stared up at him so long he finally snapped, "What?"

"My kitty."  She didn't take her wide eyes off him as she pointed behind her to the tree.

His eyes went from her, to the tree, and back again.  Ugh.  Would it never end?  Of <I>course</I> he would have to go up there and get it.  He'd be just about the biggest ass if he didn't.  Still didn't have to be happy about it, though.

Rolling his eyes, he went to the trunk and looked up.  Yeah, there it was.  A ginger cat huddled on one of the upper branches.  He pushed wet black hair from his eyes and lifted his baldric and sword up over his head and lay them against the trunk to get the longsword out of his way.  Then up he went, finding easy purchase on the wet bark.  Lightning cracked and the shower became a deluge.  By the time he'd made it near reaching distance of the cat, he was covered in wet leaves and twigs and soaking wet from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

<I>Hn.  </I>Now<I> it can't get any worse.</I>

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SPEAKS THE LIGHT; SOLISI PRIEST[/b]

"Dimitri is like a wild animal. If I must be the one to keep him in line, I expect to be informed of things that might inspire him to kill me before they happen." ~picky, picky

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Name:
Speaks the Light

Nicknames
Speaker

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human

Age:
25

Height
5'9"

Home:
La'marri

Occupation:
Priest


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Appearance:
Somewhat androgynous.  His delicate features, slender build, and long blonde hair give him a feminine look.  Red eyes. Rarely seen with his hair down. Usually it will be up and adorned with hair ornaments. Similarly, he will rarely allow himself to be seen when not in the elegant, beautiful vestments of a Solisi priest.

Personality:
The personality he presents to others will change considering his situation.  He wears many faces.  Usually he will appear as a kind-hearted and serene priest who's only thought is to help others.

In private, he's a whole other animal.  He's vain.  He's pretty and he knows it and he expects everyone else to know it, too.  He looks down on most people as inferior, especially intellectually.  Other people are only consequential in so far as he can use them to attain a goal. Vicious and petty.  Takes pleasure in the misfortune of others.

History:
He was sent by Nerti and Breathes the Fire to watch over the Lumenari and provide them spiritual guidence. Ostensibly. >.>

Strengths:
His power comes from Nerti, and as such it is far beyond what any human could obtain naturally.  Mostly revolves around fire, light, and destructive magic.

Weaknesses:
None, unless he is cut off from Nerti.  Then he would be helpless, as he has never bothered to learn even the basics of physical fighting (considering such practices beneath him).

Likes:
Himself

Dislikes:
Dimitri

Commentary:
He was an NJC, but he's turned out to be such a mean little bitch I just had to join him up as a real character. :3 He's an antagonist, yeyz.

In the long trek from La'marri to the Draconi Forest, Dimitri had a lot of time to think.  His initial mania had eventually calmed to a slow-burning rage, and then finally had turned into…something.  Confusion. Anger.  Sorrow.

All of those things.  All circling in his head in a maelstrom that made clarity impossible.  The whole thing had him angry at a lot of people he really was not allowed to be angry at.  And that…scared him.  It wasn't like him at all.

In retrospect, he should have done a lot of things differently.  He should have told someone where he was going instead of just taking off.  Vulcan, if no one else.  He should have restrained himself when Speaker gave him the news.  That outburst was going to cost him.

Outburst? No, he'd completely lost control.  He'd thrown things, cursed, shouted, broken anything within reach.  He'd hurled such invectives at Speaker as could get him dismissed from the military or even outright banished from the faith and Solis forever.

And if <I>that</I> didn't get him exiled, well…he was about to do something that assuredly would if anyone caught him at it.  Which was why he hadn't told any of them.  If they knew they'd be caught between their loyalty to him and their obligation as soldiers, and he wouldn't put them in that position.  Once he did what he had to do, then he would return.  Assuming Speaker would let him.

He stopped at the first dirty little barbarian village he came across and sought out the local sundries store.  It was a tiny, ramshackle affair, but it should do.  Hopefully he wouldn't have to spend any more time here than necessary.

He slammed the door open so hard it hit the wall and made the shopkeep jump.  Dimitri spared him a glanceâ€"it was just some ugly little man who looked like he had the intelligence of a cowâ€"then looked around for what he needed.  Let's see…candles, an incense burner, sage…what else? Light, he wasn't a priest, how was he supposed to do this? No red cloth in the placeâ€"of course not, what did he expect from this shack?â€"so a red ribbon would have to do.

A few more things plus a small pack to put it all in and he was done.  He dumped it all on the counter before the shopkeep and tossed some coin down, way more than it would take to buy the lot of it.

Dimitri must have looked like murder walking because the man had been shooting him suspicious glances the whole time he'd been there and he couldn't possibly have missed the twin falcata strapped to Dimitri's back.  So he really should have known better before he pushed the coin back.  "Sorry, friend, can't accept those."

Oh, he <I>really</I> should have known better.

"What do you mean you can't accept them?  It's <I>gold</I>.  It's good <I>everywhere</I>."  They were Solisi golds, but golds nonetheless.  Anyone with a bit of sense would've recognized the quiet, deadly tone in his voice and would have shut up and taken the coin.  This shopkeep had no sense apparently.

"Can't take no coin what's not Adelan or Serendipity."

In one movement, Dimitri had a falcata in one hand and a fistful of the man's shirt in the other.  He stabbed the falcata into the countertop.  The blade burned white hot and all around it the wood started to blacken and smoke.  "Now there's two ways we can solve this.  You can take my payment and I can walk out of here right now.  Or I can cut your balls off and burn this place down with you in it.  Which will it be?"

Ah, finally the road!

For days now Haven had been wandering around in the wilderness.  He'd been trying to get to Ketra, but a broken bridge diverted him from the road and he never found it again.  After that it was just one thing after another.  A rockslide blocking his way, brigands he had to avoid, cliffs he couldn't scale.  And it all forced him farther and farther south and eventually through a mountain pass that had been tough for him to get through.  At last he'd found a road again.  Not that he minded the ordeal much.  He faired well in the wildernessâ€"enjoyed it, evenâ€"but after several days he had to admit it was stretching his resourcefulness.

He disentangled himself from the brush and stumbled out onto the road.  Twigs and leaves were all stuck up in his hair and on his clothes and he had a time feeling around and finding them all and dusting himself off.

Now, er…where exactly was he?

He couldn't sense anyone within his immediate vicinity.  Nothing but the interweaving energies of the natural environment.  Hmm.  That would make it more difficult to find his way to a city or village.  Still, the road had to lead <I>somewhere</I>.  If he just followed it he'd hit something eventually, right?  And since he'd been going south this whole time, it seemed as good a direction as any, so he tightened the blindfold hiding his eyes and set off again.

Before long he became aware of a village up ahead.  The collective energy of so many people gathered in one place was like a beacon to his metaphysical senses and it brightened his mood to think he could sleep in an actual bed tonight.  A couple miles closer and doubt crept in.  Whatever lay up ahead, it was definitely not Ketra.  It was altogether different than any place he'd ever felt before, with an undercurrent of…violence? Malevolence?  Whatever it was, it got under his skin the closer he came to the village.

When he was very close, his staff, doubling as both a tool of his magecraft and a way for him to feel around in front of him, hit something wooden lying on the side of the road.  He knelt down and felt at it.  An old signpost.  His fingertips traced lightly over the carved words.  Among them was one that sent a nervous little shiver through him.

ZANTARIC

<I>Oh dear…</I>

A breeze swept by and with it came an evening chill.  He calculated the danger of staying in a place like Zantaric for the night then calculated the risk of staying <I>outside</I> of it, alone in the dark, and decided the village was the better bet.  How bad could it really be anyway?  Rumors were always exaggerated.  People lived here after all.  They made their lives here.  If it was livable, it had to be safe enough.  Besides, he could do with some real food and he wanted to bathe in something besides a river for a change.

At the very least, he'd found most people rarely bothered to harass a healer anyway.  His trade was evident to anyone who cared to look.  That was purposeful, so they would know to ask him if they needed help.  One look at the emblems etched into his staff and on the leather of his pack would announce his occupation.  Not to mention he had little enough to steal as it was unless someone meant to rob him of his medicinal herbs or bottle of massage oil.

Still, as he wandered the streets of Zantaric, he encountered a common problem in that he really had no way to find an inn on his own.  He would have to ask someone.  

Extending his senses outward afforded him a 'view' of the emotional states of people he passed by.  A useful trick, that.  It kept him from bothering anyone not likely to want to give directions and saved him time.

What he found in Zantaric was…a bit disconcerting.  They were drawn in on themselves in a way that said "you mind your business and I'll mind mine" that he'd not encountered before in so many people all at once.  Someone passed on his right and he raised a hand.  "Excuse me, could youâ€""

Whoever it was went on without stopping.  Haven sighed and resigned himself.  This could take awhile.

He has a biopic now, yeyz. He's open for a thread btw, if anyone wants him.

Open Characters:
<strike><a href="http://spiritsoftheearth.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=880">Haven</a>: male, blind mage, wanderer. I really wanna rp him.</strike>

<a href="http://spiritsoftheearth.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=632">Kassian</a>: male, wandering mercenary, swordsman. Stoic silent type. Dying to rp him as well.

<strike><a href="http://spiritsoftheearth.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=614">Soralyn</a>: female, Serendipity nobility, needs a challenge</strike>

<a href="http://spiritsoftheearth.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=39667">Rain</a>: male, fox boy, wanderer but likely to hang around cities. Likes to steal stuff. :3

<strike><a href="http://spiritsoftheearth.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=592">Tyne</a>: male, inept mordecai in Connlaoth. Fun guy to have in a thread. He and Draco's Hek might get up to something. Anyone want in?</strike>

<a href="http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=4904">Setsurri</a>: male, elf, wandering warrior.

Zephaniah: A new character. Likely a mage. Needs to run around in a thread somewhere so's I can flesh him out. No bio page yet. XD

<a href="http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=4864">Mephista</a> is also bored and wants something to do.

Open Threads
<a href="http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=4829">King Akkiel avoiding work....</a>
<a href="http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=4865">Zombies need love, too</a>.
<a href="http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=4955">A thread for Tuyen and Draco's Sorch. But feel free to join 'em</a>. :3
<a href="http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=5070">Dimitri's causing trouble.</a>

Ah, silence.

For once in...how long?

Tuyen had managed to slip away from the brain-breaking insanity he'd found himself in, and thank the gods for that. Another minute in the midst of it and he'd have stabbed himself. Still flightless, though, and no the irony was not lost on him. How many times had he complained about these cumbersome wings? And here he was involuntarily grounded on land and wishing they were in proper working order so he could just fly out of here.

Wherever here is. The wooded foothills of some mountain range or another, but damned if he knew any more than that. Adela? Serendipity? Whatever, it didn't matter. Just had to get to more level ground and find a village or something.

And he had to do it before this fever did him in.

Leaning back against a tree, he glanced up through the branches at the cloudy sky beyond before sliding down to a sitting position. Pain lanced down his side and he winced. Not only was the wing broken but the wounds were infected, no denying it, and the fever had hit him only a couple hours ago. He lay the spear across his knees, rested his head back, and closed his eyes. Just a moment's rest, then he had to get going again. Had to push on to a village before the infection ate him alive.

Damn useless wings. Why couldn't I get Kirshna's power? Then I'd be able to fight this off.

Tch. Kirshna. This was all his fault, anyway. And Akkiel's. And Rintrah's. Actually the whole damned world could just go to hell as far as he was concerned. He'd never gotten any breaks from it and he didn't intend to give any ever again.

The worst thing about the city was the way it smelled.  So many people and animals all living on top of one another, all the waste and peripherals of collective human existence crammed into a small physical space.  It wasn't like in the wild where scents were crisp and distinct, where scent could tell a whole story for those who knew how to read it.  Oh, the city scents told a story too, but not one he liked and not one that made this easy for him.

He wouldn't be in this awful place at all, but hunger was gnawing at him. Had been for months. Even now, in late spring with the prey plentiful, he was slowly starving to death.  He'd tried to hunt.  He'd tried so hard.  He'd watched other wolves and attempted to do as they did, but it wasn't in him. Maybe he never had it, or maybe it went the way of his memories and left him. Even his own name eluded him.  He was only a white wolf, without a pack, without a home, and without any idea who he was or where he was supposed to be.

But all that self-introspective nonsense wouldn't get him fed. So there he was in the darkness just before dawn, loping along the fringes of this human city and looking for garbage to dig through in hopes of finding some half-eaten scraps.

He sighed through his nose. It all made him feel so pathetic and low.  But hunger was a powerful motivator, so he would do what he had to.  A bag of stinking trash slouching in an alley looked promising.  He resigned himself and nosed at it, tugged a little with his teeth, pausing every now and then to flick his ears back and listen.  Humans were such aggressive, fearful things. He's been threatened with knives, chased away by women wielding brooms, had things thrown at him. One little wolf in their city and they freaked right out. He wasn't even an especially threatening-looking wolf.

There, what was that? Some sound from the street behind him.  Maybe they hadn't heard him, or maybe they would think him just a dog and leave him alone.

Or maybe—as had happened once or twice—they would actually give him food. He loved it when they did that.  He'd even wag his tail for them.  They seemed to think that was cute.  Heh.  Humans—go figure.

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Name:
Setsurri

Nicknames
Set

Gender:
Male

Species:
Elf

Age:
12

Height
5'2"

Right or left?
Right-handed


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Appearance:
Wild red hair. Three grey horns growing out of his head. Lime green eyes. Shorter than your average human male (and some of the females, too). Has a large scorpion tattoo on his back. Doesn't wear a shirt most of the time. His race has a short lifespan, so his current age is about equivalent to 20 in humans.

Personality:
Fierce and taciturn. He is a warrior. It's what he's good at, it's all he knows. Not above fighting dirty, either. They call him the scorpion because he poisons his weapons. He's dangerous, but only to those who push him. Has strong morals.  Loves to read, especially about distant locations. Is voraciously curious.

History:
Left his forest home to explore and experience the world.

Abilities:
He is a physical fighter, and his favorite weapons are glaives and spears tipped with poison. This gives him an incredible reach in a fight and coupled with his speed and agility makes him formidable. What magic he has is practical in nature and not suited for fighting.

An opponent who manages to get inside his glaive range would have the advantage, as the method Setsurri uses most to fight involves keeping the foe at bay with the glaive's long reach for a few minutes while his poison finishes the guy off. An experienced mage would definitely give him trouble.

Commentary:
His name is a combination of 'Setsuna' and 'Centauri'. XD I made him up years ago, he just never made it into RP until much later.