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Name Segari Ggorf
Alias Errum
Age 87
Gender Male
Species Refuses to acknowledge. Others speculate he is at least part giant
Ethnicity From the Kilanthro Mountains
Height 7'9"
Occupation Muscle for hire/Freelance jack of all trades
Residence Under the Stars


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Physical Description

Segari is a tall, muscular man, much akin to a tree in both size and girth. Although he is not necessarily old for his people, he is certainly weathered from both lifestyle and life circumstances. He has a ruddy complexion, slightly pointed ears, a large hooked nose, and blue-grey eyes. His hair and beard are both thick and a bright red-orange in color with a mild amount of silvering. The sides of his head are completely shaved while the top and back of his hair are kept in a series of braids that are all kept together in a “ponytail” of sorts by a series of leather bands. It traditionally reaches to about midback for him. His beard in turn is much longer, reaching almost to his waist and is kept in a multitude of thick braids with carved wooden beads woven into it. He is very particular about the care of his hair and beard and does not take to people touching it lightly. The only exception though would be children who he patiently allow to tug on it if he is holding them and it brings them comfort.

While he has no piercings, Segari does sport several blue tattoos. His forehead, cheeks, temples, and the sides of his skull where the hair is shaved away all have symmetrical patterns of lines of varying thicknesses. He also has several bands around his upper arms as well as old, faded runes across his knuckles.

His clothes tend to be a mix of cloths, furs, and leather belts. Some of his vests and jackets all have delicate silvery embroidery on them but also appear to be the most well-worn. He takes great care with tending and washing them. Any damage done to them is also taken to the nearest seamstress or tailor where he anxiously awaits for its repair. Segari’s color choices also tend to be dark teals and rich maroons when he has the opportunity to buy new things. His only jewellry is a thick silver band with etched runes on his left ring finger. He also carries a double-edged battleaxe with him wherever he goes that once belonged to his father.

Personality

Segari is a rather gruff man and not very articulate, leading to his nickname of "Errum" for the sounds of nervous hesitation he often makes when forced to communicate. He tends to like to keep to the background of things and only voice his opinion when he deems it absolutely necessary, which is extremely rare. When he does speak, he chooses his words with care. They may be jumbled and not come out quite right but the intention and meaning he is trying to coney is there and traditionally well thought out.

While older and wiser than most humans he encounters,  he tends to let the "young pups" figure things out on their own instead of interfering. Their squabbles do not concern him unless he manages to get dragged into them.

That being said, Segari is the type of man that cannot walk away from someone in need of help. It doesn’t matter how large or small the task is or who or what you are, he will stop to assist. A great deal of the odd jobs he gets in his travels are a result of this. He has done everything from defend villages to finding lost children to couriering merchandise from remote locations to bigger settlements for trade.

He is protective, earnest, and surprisingly bashful. While not a generally violent man, Segari can’t stand injustice or harm done upon others, especially to the young. Children are the only exception to his apparent gruff shyness though as they hold a soft spot in his heart. He doesn’t have to ever think twice when it comes to helping a child in need. Segari will go completely out of his way just to stop and make sure a little one is alright or to see them smile.

Things

• Can’t read or write. Runa tried to teach him but he would get the letters and words all mixed up.
• Also really bad at idioms. He tends to jumble different ones together or switch around the words of the ones he does know.
• Enjoyed listening to his wife’s storytelling and reading to his sons probably as much as if not more than they did.
• Can’t sew to save his life, but is really good at knitting and knotwork.
• Smokes a pipe but only ever outdoors.
• Absolutely HATES onions. Can't stand the smell of them and can't stand the taste of them.

Magic/Abilities
~Strength
~Adept at fighting with an axe

Relationships

Runa: Segari’s wife who he loved most deeply. She died at a young age from pneumonia during a particularly harsh winter, leaving behind a grieving husband and two young sons. DECEASED

Brandr and Egil: Segari’s two sons with Runa. They were his pride and joy. Unfortunately, they were killed by bandits who broke into Segari’s home while he was away in town. He feels an incredible amount of deep-seated guilt over their loss that he has yet to forgive himself for. DECEASED

History

Segari doesn’t discuss his past with anyone. But, those few that know a tidbit or two might know that he hails from the Kilanthro Mountains or somewhere thereabouts. It is unknown if that is also his birthplace or just where he settled at some point. He married and had a wife and two sons all of whom he loved more than there are stars in the sky.

The family of four lived a simple life on the mountain and were rather self sufficient. Segari was a woodcutter and would often go down the mountain to trade with a nearby settlement and return with trinkets and treats for his loves. Life was good for them, although the winters could be particularly difficult when the snows came and they were all trapped indoors for months at a time.

One winter proved to be particularly difficult. The mountain pass Segari often traversed to town was completely blocked in by an avalanche, leaving the family of four unable to travel down it. Normally this would not have mattered but fate was unkind to the Ggorf family. Runa became ill with a nasty, wet cough. Her breathing was labored and she often spoke of a chill despite Segari’s best efforts to keep her warm by the fire and bundled in furs. Pneumonia claimed her that year and she was buried behind their house the following spring.

Segari’s tether to life though to remain cheerful and push forward were his two remaining loves, his boys. He threw himself into fatherhood and providing their every need now that their mother was gone. The boys grew up happy and loved though there was always a bit of sadness that lingered from time to time about the three. The father of two could do his best to keep it at bay but there is only so much one man can do. Some nights were quiet and melancholy where the three slept cuddled together in bed telling stories of Runa and trying to keep the heartache t bay. Segari often did not sleep those nights.

Life continued on and it seemed that they would mend and all would be well. Segari returned to making his trips down the mountain now that his boys were growing and could be trusted on their own. Years passed and life followed a new routine. Again though fate decided to toss a hammer into the wheel of life. Segari returned home from one of his trips to find his house dark, the door torn from its hinges, and everything silent.

Never before had Segari ever felt so much fear and dread as he did then. He had stormed into his own home to find it in complete disarray. Furniture was upturned, the contents of his home were shattered and strewn about, and then there was the blood. A whole trail of it ran from the living space off down the hall where the bedrooms were. It was there that he found the bodies of his sons though they were hardly recognisable with the amount of gore upon their bodies and the dishevelment of their clothes.

It was a sight that shattered Segari and brought him to his knees. While he was able to bury his sons and make his peace with their loss, he’s never really recovered from their loss. He never did find who the bandits that had destroyed his life were either. But, after months of lingering and being haunted by memories long gone he decided to move on. Segari has since devoted his life to helping others in the way he was unable to help his own family. It doesn’t change anything and it certainly doesn’t make the guilt go away but he can at least console himself with the knowledge that someone else might not have to suffer what he has gone through because he was around to stop it.

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Name Riley "Minnow" Bellerose
Age 25
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Serenian
Height 5'4"
Occupation Fisherwoman
Residence Cerenis

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Physical Description

Riley is a wiry, young woman with a bit of muscle from all of her hard work. Her hazel eyes stand out against her freckled, sun-kissed skin. Long brown hair, bleached blond by the sun accentuates her usually rosey windblown cheeks. Her clothes consist of boots, trousers, and loose blouses to allow more ease of movement while out at sea.

Riley "Minnow"
By: Natalia Batista

Personality

She has a gentle, quiet personality, preferring to keep to herself than be out with friends. Caring for her father has made her patient as well as perceptive. Riley loves the ocean and almost always be found down by the water if she is not at home or working her family's fish stall. For her the ocean is a soothing lullaby and at its most beautiful right before a storm.

Magic/Abilities
~Normal capabilities of being a fisher

Relationships

Agan: Aged fishmonger, Agam
Mother: Deceased

History

Riley was born and raised in the seaside town of Cerenis. She can imagine no other home than the small one she lives in with her elderly father by the water. Since she was little she has always helped her father with his fishing and selling. Now older, she does the fishing and cleaning herself while her father runs their stall on market days.

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Final head's up. ^.^

Off to have some fun in the sun from 8/8-8/20ish. I may be able to pop on and post but no promises. Those sea monsters and pirates can be mighty hard to resist hanging out with ;)

'D, A, G, F shar-no that's not right.' The gentle giant placed a soothing hand on the shoulder of his pupil to stop him. The child paused and looked up expectantly up at his tutor. Myrl had been studying under Theodore's tutelage for several years now and had come to understand the man's habits and gestures.

"Do you know what you did differently there, Myrl?" was the gentle question posed to him, just as it always was in situations such as these. No matter how many times he would make a mistake, the man had never raised his voice above that soft tone that was but one decibel above a whisper. In the beginning he had first ventured to test Theodore's patience, going so far as to completely butcher entire pieces of music just to get a cuff to the ear or a harsh word. Much to the youth's disappointment neither had come. Instead a gentle hand and an encouraging word had always met his opposition.

Today though Myrl was on his best behavior. Piano lessons had gone from being a torture to a treat. He would wait all week practicing his heart out just to please his instructor. He wanted nothing more than to bring a smile of approval to the nobleman's lips.

"Myrl?" Theodore prompted again, dragging the young boy from his thoughts.
"I played the wrong note?"
"Perhaps. Why are you unsure of yourself? No, don't look at the music. Feel the music in your fingertips. Try and recreate it. Do you remember now?"
"The note should have been sharp. I missed the key change."
"Very good Myrl. Be sure that you watch for that this week in your practices."
"Oh no! It's time to go already?"

Theodore chuckled and patted his student on the back. "So it is. I'll see you next week Myrl. Scuttle along now before your mother comes after us both." He watched the boy do just that up until he was out the door before turning back to the piano to clean up his things. He was done for the day and ready to go home.

Goblin has to go join the other fae for the weekend and play mischievous tricks on unsuspecting adults. Be back Monday ;)

Happy Writing!

The petite elf having nowhere to go for the night had moved further down shore from where he had met the mermaid. It had seemed like centuries ago but could have been no more than a few weeks. 'Odd day. Odd creature. Missing them.' The last thought came upon him suddenly, crashing against his heartstrings in the same manner that the cold ocean waves bashed against his legs. Pointed ears drooped in sadness at his last memories of them both.

Despondent, he flopped down into the damp sand and dug his feet deep into the cool earth. His eyes stared ahead, unable to take in and enjoy the beauty of the sunset lighting the murky waters aflame. Instead he could only see the black shroud of misery that surrounded him.

Ocarern was shutting down. He had already been sent to the breaking point with his dear friend's death and his other friend's rejection. To then come here and be made a slave soon after had nearly destroyed him for good. So much blood and suffering, even now he could not recall how he had escaped or what had happened. It was all a blur, a horrific nightmare. But, there was not waking from this now. It was too late to believe in fairy tales. Aren wanted nothing to do with him. He had no home to return to. Even the blessed sea he had always dreamed of seeing no longer held its mysterious allure for him.

He let his body fall back with a heavy thud. The tide was rolling in stronger now. The elf could feel its fingers dragging across his leggins and the bottom of his tunic each time it retreated. He was so weary of all this and continued to lay there even as the water moved further and further up his chest. 'It's better this way. Much better this way'

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Name Theodore Archer
Age 22
Gender Male
Species Human
Ethnicity Serenian
Height 6'1"
Occupation Pianist
Residence Summervale

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Physical Description

Theodore is a tall, gangly-looking young man. His body is not disproportionate, it's just that no matter how much of his mother's cooking he eats, he never grows anyway but up. He is a beanpole and a bit embarrassed by it. But, his hazel eyes are always bright and his smile kind. Theodore keeps his mouse-brown hair cut short, although those pesky bangs have a tendency to grow out faster than the rest and fall into his eyes. He also has a closely-trimmed van dyke beard that he is quite proud of. Without it he looks like a teenager all over again.

Theodore
By: Avtar Kaur

Personality

Already quiet by nature, Theodore's deafness and size have made him very shy. He does not speak often, but when he does it is always in low, soft tones, as if to speak any louder would frighten away the listener. He prefers his solitude to people as it means not having to bear the looks of curiosity and judgement others often send his way. Theodore is very sweet and caring though. Children are his favorite people to deal with as they often have the greatest imaginations and the least prejudice.

Magic/Abilities

~Pianist
~Deaf
~Lip-reader

Relationships

His parents are both alive and well. Theodore's mother is always attempting some social or other in order to introduce her unwed son to the next eligible young lady. Meanwhile his father makes himself scarce. The two rarely interact with each other. Family dinners are quite awkward affairs between the two of them.

History

Theodore has had a happy if simple life. His parents are a baron and baroness. They all live comfortably in their home with a handful of servants. Ivory, his mother has always tried to smother him and as a child did manage to succeed. His father, Pascal though was usually absent, either on business affairs or just locked up in his study.

Young Archer grew up with a love of books and music. From a young age he was almost always found tapping out some tune with his nose in a book. For his tenth birthday his father bought him his most treasured present, a pianoforte.

The summer of his twelfth birthday, Theodore spent in bed with a debilitating illness. After several months of ups and downs, he finally got better and was on his feet again. Sadly, his family quickly discovered that he had lost complete hearing in both ears.

He was heartbroken. His beautiful music had been silenced to him forever. Yet, despite this tragedy he continued to play his piano, reading the music and pretending he could still hear the notes that once before made his heart soar. Theodore continues to play, making a small living off teaching young children and playing for small events.

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Hey all my wonderful thread partners (and everyone else).

I'm no going to be on for a few days. If I can I will pop on and post but no promises. Thanks for understanding!

GF

Edit: I will still watch for threads and post when I can. I just won't be lurking it seems like. MISS YOU ALREADY!!!

On sore and tired feet, she stalked her easily spotted prey. A white tail wagged like a lamb's over a heart-shaped rump as if to tease the hunter into hasty action. Carefully, she eyed where each foot would fall before gently sinking it into dry earth. One false move, one broken twig or crackle of dry leaves would lose her the meal she desperately needed.

Winter was coming and food had been scarce. Hunters had encroached on her territory, claiming and scaring away all the game. 'Humans,' she seethed even has stomach rumbled in protest. Dropping down she curled in or herself, praying the beast had not heard.

His heavy head raised, ears swinging back and forth before settling back to graze. Ariel readied her bow. This was one shot she could not afford to miss. The meat of this deer would feed her for a while if she was careful. His white hide alone would be more precious than anything come winter. Camouflage in the snow and warmth against the win. This kill would be hers.

It was a beautiful clear, day. A bit cool perhaps, but not enough to deter the crew from scattering like cockroaches in the light. Zephyr's habit of disappearing once they reached shore always set Morgan on edge. Unwilling to leave the ship herself, it always meant there was someone to watch the ship, giving the other crew members free range to likewise come and go as they pleased.

By sending Cat-Eye ahead to start recruiting more sailors along with a very much needed carpenter, the quartermaster had hoped to have at least Elias around to help. The man's quiet nature and love of maps at least kept him out of her hair when she did not want company.

Unfortunately, though Chris had managed to drag the sailing master along with him and left Morgan on her own. Not of course that she minded too terribly, this was her job on the ship after all as second-in-command. It was just that, for once she would like to not feel obligated to stay with the ship even though everyone knew she would never leave.

She hoped those two knew what they were doing. A look at the rigging's spars would tell even the most untrained eye that they were in need of fixing. Some of the wood had rotted in places and now was only held together with rope and sheer will. It was a miracle it had not given way yet.

Groaning slightly and pacing at the bow of the ship she waited for the recruits to come so that she may survey them herself. A woman's eye was better than a man's after all. With any luck they would be able to make repairs and obtain supplies to weigh anchor within the week. The irritated quartermaster wanted nothing to do with staying at port any longer than she had to. Give the crew too much leeway and they would be slacking on their duties in no time.

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Name Vanora Partholon
Age 20
Gender Female
Species Selkie
Height 5'4"
Occupation None
Residence Near the sea

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Physical Description

Long, dark, hair hangs usually in a wet matted mess of curls down to her waist, sometimes with the occasional piece of seaweed tangled in it. Her face has a light dusting of freckles and is very pale making her seafoam green eyes seem larger and a bit sunken into her face. Vanora has a wistful look about her as if she searches for something she cannot ever find.

She is a rather plain looking girl with a slightly curved body that leans on the solider side of a figure. Her seal coat on the other hand is beautiful. Made of soft grey fur with white spots, it is something coveted by many Selkies.

Vanora
By: Tanya Wheeler

Personality

Vanora is a very curious woman. As a child she often got in trouble for drifting away from where she was supposed to be. She is a bit on the quiet side until she overcomes her shyness then she is a babbling brook.

Magic/Abilities

~Able to shift from seal to human form
~If seal coat is "stolen", is forced to forever remain on land with the one who stole it
~When coat is returned cannot ever return to "thief"

Relationships

None

History

Coming Soon

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Day two of not posting and I can already tell this is about to become a habit. The next two weeks are going to be uber crazy for me as I bounce around between jobs and I'm not sure how well I will keep up with my normal posting.

I haven't forgotten about any of them, I promise! Keep 'em coming and I'll get to them.

Good luck to everyone who has finals coming up! You're going to rock 'em ^.^

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Name Amleah Dvorak
Age 32
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Serenian
Height 5'11"
Occupation High Lady of Tirial
Residence Tirial

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Physical Description

Amleah has the characteristic fair skin and delicate bone structure of the Serenians. Her hair is so pale that it is a white-blond like moonbeams and reaches down to her waist. Her eyes on the other hand are dark brown and almond shaped. A delicate nose and thin lips finish off her sweet complexion.

Her body is tall and gently curved, leaning more towards curveless than overcurved. While she finds no real joy in dolling herself up she does take great care to ensure she looks the part she is meant to play. Her clothes always have some sort of flair to them while remaining on the more conservative side.

Amleah Dvorak
By: Eve Ventrue

Personality

Amleah has an inner strength that is almost never seen. She is a very kind and gentle-hearted soul. She always wants to help and spends many hours in the healing houses or amongst the people rather than in meetings.

Yet, as soft and weak as she may appear, she will not stand to be wronged. Her revenge may not come immediately, she can bide her time for years, tallying up every crime committed against her until at last she strikes, burying her prey beneath a proverbial landslide.

Her patience and wit make her a valuable asset in anything you want done. While she does not possess her brother's keen ability to strategize Amleah is not incapable of plotting and recognizing loopholes and flaws. She is often either her brother's staying hand or his support, showing him the perspective he is missing.

Magic/Abilities

~Telepathy with twin brother
~Well-versed in etiquette, histories, politics and healing

Relationships

~Twin Brother Ro'or: She has a very strong tie to her brother. The two are inseparable. While she is the face that is always seen, he is always close at hand. She adores Ro'or and would do anything he asked of her to earn his praises and attention. She even goes so far as to turn a blind eye to his use of her for his own personal gain.

History

Ro'or and Amleah were born to a lowly noble mother and a deceased father. Their mother was one of the few prized tutors of the province used to teach high noble children of the land's history. Wishing for her children to have better than she ever did, the woman ensured that both her children were well-educated and had a chance for the honor of high lord and lady. In all her hopes and dreams she never actually believed it to be a possibility. The ruling family had been in power for so long, it was doubtful anyone else would have that right.

She died from a ravaging illness that had her wasting away for five long years of suffering. The Dvorak family had not had the money to pay for a good doctor. While Amleah was the one who slaved by her mother's side, Ro'or buried himself in studies, hoping to save his mother. Even after her death he believed in hope and delved into necromancy.

A once fair-haired, light-hearted boy became the dark, brooding man he is today. The magic took a toll on his body, blackening his hair and leaving him with red bloodshot eyes. The death of their mother united the twins into an inseparable force. They swore to stick together no matter the outcome. It is a promise they both uphold even as their hearts turn with different visions of the future.

So when the opportunity arose that the high lady of Tirial seemed to no longer be capable of fulfilling her duties, Ro'or made inquiries and managed to secure his sister with an audience before the council that would chose the next high lord or lady. Despite her lowly birthright, Amleah had been trained well and shone like a star, her brother ever-watching from the shadows.

Amleah won not only the hearts of the council but also her people to be. To Tirial Ro'or is received under a range of attitudes. Some pity him believing him weak and broken while others are suspicious of his seemingly dark nature. He is the mystery that has yet to be solved, the point of intrigue that every good government seems to have.

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Name Ariel "Owlet" Sowa
Age Teenager? (She doesn't know)
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity ?
Height 5'3"
Occupation Hunter
Residence Forests

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Physical Description
If you could convince Ariel to take a bath you might find a beautiful young woman beneath all that filth. Long ratty hair hangs around her face with choppily cut bangs that she always pushes to the side. The former white-blond locks of her youth have been dirtied and turned to a displeasing brown-blond mess. Secured in her hair with wooden beads are also some feathers from a rooster and a hawk. Tied to a deer-hide band of leather are six owl feathers, three on each side which when worn gives Ariel the appearance of a great horned owl.

She also rubs soot from her fires around her eyes and down the bridge of her nose in the appearance of some wild animal. Depending on her mood she will also use it to make a large v on her forehead like that of a great horned owl. Other times she will draw swirls and other designs on her cheeks.

Her eyes are a pale ice blue almost silver. They sink into her gaunt face seeming much bigger than they. Ariel's entire body is small and compact. There is a leanness that goes beyond just being physically fit. While not just skin and bones there can still be seen a hunger in her eyes that tells of how every meal is a fight.

Ariel runs barefoot and wears clothes that she has made from the hides of her prey such as deerskin pants and top as well as a wolf pelt cloak. A necklace of feathers and animal teeth hangs around her neck. She also wears a turkey vulture feather as an earring in her right ear.

Personality

A territorial and hot-tempered young woman. She is a well-practiced hunter but refuses to share her goods with anyone but herself. She does not trade furs or food. Ariel will steal if she is desperate enough but, otherwise stays away from humans and civilization. Her actions and temperament is very much like that of an animal. She is skittish and shy but also fierce and lethal. Her small size makes her quick and her hunger, determined.

Magic/Abilities

~Survival in the wild knowledge
~Ability to use a bow and dagger
~No magic

Relationships

~None

History

Ariel does not remember her life before the wilds. She does not know how old she is or where she is from. Her earliest memory is the La'marri orphanage that she ran away from. Even that she will refuse to acknowledge as having once known. She lives in the wild and travels as the need arises. Ariel carries a hatred for civilization that stops her from ever entering a city unless completely desperate. She has done this a few times to steal some things and then to run again. Her name is known to her but she only answers to "Owlet" a name that she has fond memories of an older man once calling her.

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Name Iorwerth (centaur/man) Ylli (horse)
Age 23
Gender Male
Species Centaur
Ethnicity Connlaothian
Height 18.2hh (centaur/horse) 6'7.25" (man)
Occupation Bard
Residence Connlaoth, but often travels

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Physical Description

Centaur/Horse:
The horse part is a classic Clydesdale. The lower part of the horse remains the same in centaur form. His fur is a beautiful bay color. He also has a white blaze on his forehead and white feathered stockings around all four of his legs. His mane and tail are also black. His build is big and bulky with some muscular definition as well as a bit of belly (when the eatings good you eat good!) He is not a massively ripped guy though. The eyes are a dark brown with barely noticeable gold flecks and horizontal pupils.

Man:
Iorwerth as a man shares the same upper torso in his centaur form. Again he is very tall, and well-formed while also not being overly muscled and with the same little bit of belly softness his horse belly forms. His skin color is a very light tan, more pale than tan really. It is as if he stepped out into the sun briefly and then spent all his other time inside. His hair just brushes the back of his neck and the tops of his slightly pointed ears and is also black. He has the same exact eyes as his horse. His facial structure is very long and narrow like that of a horse and he has horse teeth, although not as exaggerated. His forehead

Personality

Iorwerth is a very quiet and shy individual. The only time he really has no problems speaking up is when he is recanting tales. He is a very kind-hearted soul and loves spending his time with young children as they are the best listeners. Iorwerth gives easily and takes rarely. If he thinks that he has offended someone he will spend a very long time lamenting it and trying to find a way to mend the hurt. He really does not like seeing others hurt or suffer. His desire to help many times come into conflict with his need to keep to himself.

Living in Connlaoth is very difficult for the centaur because of the magical ability he has to shift forms. He is always very careful about it but, lives in fear that he will be discovered. When his anxiety becomes too great he usually moves or goes on a journey to another place for a while. Even though it would be best to just live somewhere else where there is no fear of death because of who he is, Iorwerth cannot bring himself to stay away from his homeland for long. It was the place he was born in and most likely the place he will die in.

Magic/Abilities

~Can shift from centaur form to horse and rider. The limitations with this are that whatever is done to one of them affects the other as well. If the human broke an arm then the horse would break a foreleg. They also grow weaker the further apart they are and for the longer they are kept apart. To keep up the horse and rider appearance Iorwerth calls his "horse" Ylli.

Relationships

~None so far

History

~?

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Do a Little Jig
Stung by the Story Bee
Faes on the Run
Wooden Swords and Horseshoes
Wanted
Breaking Bard
Taking a Break

A wolf raised its voice in a song of mourning that its brothers soon joined in on. Ahead of her the prey shook and cried out in fear before tearing off recklessly through the woods. The woman who watched him from above smirked, her red eyes glinting in the moonlight, looking like the dying embers of a fire.

'They always run and in the wrong direction too. Foolish prey, it is not the wolf you should fear here.' The assassin rose slowly from her perch on the branch. Taking one peaceful moment to look up at the moon and smile, she was off like an arrow from the bow. She dropped to the soft moss-covered floor below and tread on swift but silent feet.

The leaves of autumn had already begun to fall. But, while her adversary made no effort to avoid them, Tiraris sprinted around them as if they were not even there. Her hood slid down freeing waist-length waves of crimson locks. The wind's cold fingers gently tugged and whipped it out behind her like a a spray of blood, a reminder of what was soon to come.

Her pace slowed as she boxed the man in between a thick copse of trees and an unclimbable stone wall. 'Well unclimbable for him at least. I could manage that. Such a pity, I was hoping for more of a challenge.' Even as she neared the man had begun to plead and beg, naming family, children, and good deeds done as his excuses for why his life should be prolonged. It was all for naught as Tiraris' ears were deaf to all but the singing of her blade as it was released from its home at her side.

She took one more moment to pause and observe this man. Standing in the shadows of the trees and out of sight, she waited. But, still the man continued to blubber until at last he collapsed on the ground in a sniveling mess. 'Pathetic! Men are weak. This one is not even worth the hunt. The client is going to have to give me double to pay for my wasted time. I am not pleased.' Her hand clenched cruelly around the hilt leaving a painful impression on her palm. 'I should leave him to the wolves. But, even they deserve better than his filth.'

A sense of freedom shadowed by anxiety dogged her steps as the young botanist strolled through the forest. She hated closing up and leaving her little flower shop but, it was necessary to do if she wanted to collect her supplies personally.

"Will yous relax?" the disgruntled voice of her familiar reverberated in her head. "It's not likes the place is going to spontaneously combusts!"
'But Fern, what if people need my flowers? What if someone really, really needs flowers to say what leaves them tongue-tied?'
"Then they can go finds the cat that stoles their tongues and haves it speaks for thems! Quit fussings, you're disturbings my naps!"

"What a lot of help you are," she growled aloud, lifting the wrist her little snake was curled around. "It's no wonder you can't find yourself a girlfriend."
"Leaves that outs of this."

Ladybird smirked slightly before stroking the blue scales soothingly. Dropping down to a crouch she began digging in the cool earth. Just beneath the surface were the tubers and roots that she would be able to preserve on her journey back home. It was her hope to be able to successfully replant them.

It all happened so fast. One minute he had his hand in the proverbial cookie jar and the next it was almost literally torqued out of its socket. Ocarern was finding himself in a very sticky situation. Not only was he covered from head to toe in honey but, he was also surrounded by guards with no chance of escape. In no time at all they had him caught and shackled, marching him on his not so merry way to the town's jailhouse.

By the time they carelessly threw him into a stinky filthy cell, the petite elf was a whimpering mess. He curled himself up into a corner of the cold, dank cell, his knees pulled up tight against his chest. Tears tracked down his filthy sticky cheeks and he hiccuped loudly, trying to stop himself from crying. Pointed ears drooped as fear slowly claimed him.

______________QUICK STATS
Name Morgan Loone
Age 30
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Connlaothian
Height 5'6"
Occupation Quartermaster/Pirate of The Reaper's Chalice
Residence The Reaper's Chalice

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Physical Description
Morgan is quite proud of her body, from her ample curves all the way up to her dark lashes. Messy dark hair, full lips, dark eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose compliment her face, making her an exotic beauty.

The piratess is covered in tattoos with phrases and symbols of things she has seen all over the world in her travels. She is always looking for something new to add and more recently a place to put it as she likes to keep most of them hidden from sight.

Her clothes show off her assets while still remaining free for the movement of her job. Looks aren't everything after all. She also carries one of those new pistols but still prefers her cutlass in a pinch.

Morgan Loone
By: Kerem Beyit

Personality

Morgan is like a two sided coin, you never know if the toss is in your favor or not. Her outward attitude and her inward loyalty are very different. She will be the first to get you into a bucketful of trouble but, the last person to ever leave your side. Her devil-may-care attitude is but a ruse for the heart that lays within.

She'll use every trick in the book to get her way from intimidation and mutilation to good old fashion seduction. But, she also has a strict sense of honor which she will defend no matter how stupid the matter. She's a tough cookie who isn't about to take any crap from anyone and proves that by holding her own in a fight. Her position demands respect and Morgan reckons she's woman enough to claim it.

This ladypirate likes to have a good time. She is not opposed to drinking, gambling or a tumble in the sheets. Her only question is "are you man or woman enough to take me on?"

Aside from all this Morgan does have one quirk. Under no circumstances whatsoever will she ever step foot on land. She would rather be dragged kicking and screaming the whole way than take one foot away from ship and sea. The only way to probably manage such a feat is to get her very drunk, bludgeon her over the head, and then bodily drag her off in the night. Morgan refuses to comment on whether this has happened or not before in the past.

Magic/Abilities
~Fights dirty
~Swordsman
~Pistol

Relationships
?

History
Not much to tell about Morgan. She grew up in a good family. When she was a little girl they took her to the coast and ever since she had been in love with the sea. Once she was old enough to be on her own she ran away from home and stowed away on a merchant ship.

When the ship was attacked by pirates she somehow managed to talk her way into not only being freed but being allowed to go along with the pirates. The rest is history as they say. Ever since Morgan has used what she learned to gain the respect and power she had now.

______________THREAD TRACKER
Current Threads
Rub-a-dub-dub, two pirates in a tub!

Complete Threads
Welcome Aboard Ye Landlubbers!

Timeline
Rub-a-dub-dub, two pirates in a tub!
Welcome Aboard Ye Landlubbers!

______________QUICK STATS
Name Ainsley Muir
Age 26
Gender Male
Species Siren
Ethnicity
Height Head to toe: 5'10"  Head to tail: 7'10"
Occupation Mischief-maker
Residence The sea

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Physical Description
(I have concept sketches to post when I figure out how to use the new scanner >.<)

Ainsley has two forms, a siren form and a humanoid one. Between there are both similarities and differences. In both forms he has shoulder-blade length jet black hair and dark green eyes. He is of an average build, squishy but not fat, lean but not beanpole thin.

Siren:
As a siren, Ainsley is entirely black, from his fins, to his scales, to his skin. In the water's depth all that would be seen of him would be his large green eyes. These eyes appear to have no pupils and are completely green, there are no whites to his eyes. His eyes are also very large and have no eyelids. He also has ears that look like a fish's pectoral fins. He will wave these back and forth in the same motion as well. Besides strange eyes and ears, Ainsley also has a mouth full of pointy teeth perfect for biting and tearing.

From the waist down he is like a fish, complete with tail and dorsal fins. These are like a goldfish's tail, translucent and flimsy in appearance. However, they are extremely useful in rapidly propelling him through the water at high speeds.

Above the waist, Ainsley has the tell-tale human like torso minus a few additions. He has webbing at the elbow and armpit junctures of his arms. He also has completely webbed hands. From the first knuckle of each finger all the way down is connected to the next finger with a soft layer of thick tissue. All of his fingers are equipped with sharp nails for catching prey. These nails are thicker and hardier than human nails. The are also black.

Humanoid:
In this form, Ainsley looks rather normal. Green eyes, black hair, and pale, pale skin. The only sharp teeth in his mouth are his slightly more accentuated fangs. Otherwise, he is a pretty normal looking "human."

Personality
Ainsley is that guy that you either want to be friends with or slap silly, perhaps even both. He is loud and obnoxious and loves to flirt and brag about himself. Ainsley has no verbal filter and no personal space bubble. He will cross these boundaries.

Due to his carefree nature, Ainsley is also a big risk-taker. He is always looking for a fight or a good time. Anything mischievous or possibly dangerous and he's in. The only thing that really makes Ainsley mad is being mistaken for a girl. This tends to happen a lot when he is half submerged in water since, according to others, he looks like a "mermaid."

Magic/Abilities
~Form-changing: Ainsley can involuntarily change his form when submerged in water. If he is out of the water then his form turns humanoid. This would account for his being mistaken for a "mermaid." If he is half in half out of the water then he will be humanoid from above the water and siren below the water level. There is however a limitation to this. Ainsley while able to be out of water should not do so for extremely long periods of time. The longer he is out of water the slower his brain functions and the more rambunctious he gets.

~Siren's Song: As a siren, Ainsley does have the gift of alluring song. He loves to use this to flirt, lure, and cause overall mischief.

Relationships
None as of yet

History
Ainsley was hatched from a sea egg. He was born in the sea and been traveling ever since. He has no ties to anyone or anything and enjoys his freedom. One of his greatest wishes is to uphold the record for the siren out of the water the longest. He continues to push his limits in this matter, hoping that one day he will never have to return to the sea unless he wants to.

______________THREAD TRACKER
Current Threads

Complete Threads
Anything But Silence

Timeline
Anything But Silence