QUICK STATS


NAME
Circe

Age
24

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Pansexual....probably

Species
Human

Height
5'8

Occupation 
Mage

Residence
Serendipity


IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description
Circe is 5'8, lithe and generally athletic. Circe has got brown eyes that seem to sparkle, and they kind of are reminiscent of doe eyes. His skin is lightly tanned.
He wears a white tunic, with tan pants, brown leather boots, and a leather belt with a few potions. Accessorizing his clothes are two leather brown shoulder pauldrons. Not because he fights. Far from it, actually, he's never killed someone before. Or harmed someone. He just wears them because they were cool and he saw them at a merchant stand and had to buy them. 
Circe's hair is sandy brown and slightly wavy; and he keeps it cut shoulder length.
His staff is an enchanted green and silver rod, and he can activate it to be longer if needed. He wears two silver chains for jewelry, and wears several simple silver bands on his hands. 

Personality
"Diamonds, if you think about it, are just polished coal." 
Circe has got this innocence to him. He sees the best in people and genuinely believes that even the worst people can be redeemed.
He's shy, and doesn't go around telling people he's a mage. Which can result in some funny situations when he just casually whips out his staff when he thinks people aren't looking. 
Circe is slightly religious, believing in some higher power, for how else could he have gotten his magic? That's what he thinks anyways. 
Circe is scared to death of dragons. He's never seen one and does not plan to. 

Magic/Abilities
Circe is a mage, and can heal significant, fatal, and minor injuries.  He doesn't know this yet but he can also use his magic to fight. (Good luck getting him to do that lol)

[M for violence throughout]

TW for this post for blood, description of injuries, and violence

The first thing Elin thought when she awoke was "Holy shit it's cold." She struggled to get up, and when she finally got to her feet, she couldn't see anything.
Everything hurt, and it was freezing cold. It was pitch black, and she wondered if it was night. It was hard to tell, and it was deathly quiet.
Elin cautiously felt all around her, and was met with hard walls everywhere she felt. "I must be in a hole of some sort," she surmised. Elin felt around for her ice pick, hoping it was on the ground somewhere. She found it, a hand closing upon the rough wooden handle of the ice pick.

Merely doing that served to ground her some and slow her thought process down. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the blackness, she could see that ice covered the walls, and beautiful, shimmering crystals were covering everything. She threw her ice pick up and into the wall, so that it embedded in the ice, and cautiously climbed up to it and used it as a sort of a handrest. She laboriously and cautiously kept climbing, hoping to come to the surface sooner than later. Halfway up, she reached for a handhold and missed, almost falling down to the bottom and cutting her arm in the process. She sucked in a breath—the frigid cold amplified the pain. Elin ignored the searing pain in her arm as best as she could, and continued climbing up.

When she finally emerged from the hole in the ground, she gasped. Directly in front of her were two strange triangular things jutting up out of the ground. In front of them was a field of ice. The sun was sinking over the horizon. The light seemed to multiply as it went through the ice and bounced off the ground (or whatever it was. Behind the triangular pieces of ice—at least she assumed they were ice—was a vast mountain range. Strangely, everything was covered in ice, giving the whole place an eerie feel. The sky was shades of orange, pink and yellow. It was so windy, Elin was having trouble standing, so she half walked, half crawled over to one of the ice giants, and leaned against it—only to hear a strange sort of hum emanating from it. The ice, strangely, was warm without melting in any way.
"This place is getting weirder and weirder," she thought to herself.

Night has fallen. The strange pieces of ice kept Elin warm, but she was hungry and thirsty. She was extremely tired, and it was getting difficult for her to stay awake. Suddenly, she heard a strange sound. It was like a wolf's howl mixed with a screech owl's cry. Chills ran up her spine. There was a pair of red eyes staring at her. As the form got closer, she was able to make out its features. It looked like a wolf, enlarged to the size of a polar bear. It's fur was jet black, while its paws were dark gray. Its' eyes glisten in the moonlight. A low, menacing growl is coming from the wolf. As he bares his razor sharp teeth and lunges for Elin, she ducks. The wolf completely misses her and crashes into the ice, jarring loose some icicles. Elin quickly grabs one of the icicles from the frozen ground. As the wolf gets up, Elin attacks, only serving to make the wolf angrier. The wolf swipes at her with his huge claws, and catches her across the side, the sharp, sudden pain ripping across her side and torso. Elin falls to the ground, still managing somehow to hold the icicle. Her side felt like it was on fire. The wolf backs up a few steps, and then runs at Elin. She waits until he is almost on top of her, and then stabs the icicle in his neck. The wolf manages to bite her shoulder, sinking his sharp teeth deep into her muscle and raking across bone, causing Elin to both scream in pain and stab the icicle deeper into the wolf's neck. The life goes out of the massive wolf's eyes, and he falls, his jaw still clenched onto Elin's shoulder, causing Elin to fall down too.

She cries out for help one last time before she succumbs to her injuries and the relentless, harsh cold, blackness overtaking her vision.

@DragonSong


Somewhere in southern Connlaoth...

Morthil was having the absolute time of his life. This was the coolest circus he had ever seen, and he hadn't even entered it yet! Just from outside, the circus looked impressive. 
Morthil had dressed casually, wearing a simple tan tunic, brown pants, and brown boots, complimented with a leather belt and his leather satchel.
He stopped at the entrance and dug around in his satchel, finally finding coin and handing it to the man collecting the coin for the circus.
"Pray tell, sir, which way is the main act? I've never been to a circus before," Morthil lied.
The man looked at him like he was insane.
"It's the big top. The giant tent."

"Oh, thank you, sir!" Morthil said and bowed low, then proceeded to walk past the big top, and dart behind a smaller tent. He had to be fast about this.
He grabbed the paper that had the strangely vague instructions on it, written in a cursive, fancy script.
"Find Viserian. He runs a circus called the 'Cirque du Fantasma' Any papers, lockets, or strange artifacts take, and bring them back." He shoved the paper back into his leather satchel, and hurriedly took it off.
As fast as he could, he shifted into his ginger cat form, his senses becoming sharper, and himself feeling much lighter.
His ears flattened against his head as he heard two people walking his direction, and managed to untangle himself from his now much too large clothes. In the process, he clumsily kicked them halfway under the tent flap, kicking the leather satchel over in the process, his incriminating piece of paper jostling loose from the satchel.
This was not going according to plan. He needed more time—but there wasn't any. He had to move fast. Find Viserian's tent. He darted between the two people, making his way deeper into the circus grounds, and nervously hoped they wouldn't suspect anything.

Grandiose music filtered from the big top as the show started.
Morthil had snooped through just about half of the tents on the grounds. He was exhausted, and had lost track of time. He spotted a tent that looked slightly nicer than the others, and padded inside. He jumped onto one of the tables, and promptly saw an inviting looking scarf lying on the table. It wouldn't hurt to have a nap...just really quick.
Morthil cautiously lied down on the scarf, looking towards the entrance of the tent one more time before curling up for a quick nap, his cat tail twitching aimlessly as he napped.

M for sporadic violence.
TW in this post for Death

@DragonSong

Vae sat in a tavern, one hand angrily clenched around a mug full of cheap ale, and the other hand idly drumming on the table. He wasn't necessarily mad, but he was annoyed.
It had been three weeks since his last...contract fulfillment. But he couldn't stop thinking about it...............

Three weeks ago
"You've got the wrong guy! I don't know who you're looking for, but you're mixed up!"
The guy Vae had pinned to the wall looked terrified. Rightly so, for Vae had horns that were red and black, eyes that were not a natural color, and an unsettling disposition. Not to mention that Vae had a knife to the poor guys throat.
"They all say 'oh you have the wrong guy!'" Vae mocked.
"Let me show you! Please! I'll-I'll give you money beyond your wildest imaginings!" The guy frantically dug in his pocket for something, finally bringing it out of his pocket and holding it towards Vae.
Vae snatched it from the guy without looking at it, and pocketed it.
"I don't care. You match the description. I don't ask questions." Vae coldly said, before slitting the guy's throat and letting his body fall to the cold, hard cobblestone.

Present Day
The guy Vae had killed seemed really sincere. He shook his head, bringing the ensign out of his pocket and truly studying it for the first time. His face paled, his other hand stilling on the table. 

Oh shit.

QUICK STATS

Name
Morthil Tyrion

Age
He looks to be 38, but he's an elf.

Gender
Male

Species
Orange cat when shifted. Otherwise, elf.

height
6'0 in human form
Average cat size in shifter form

occupation
Spy and double agent for hire

Residence
Wherever he's paid to be


IN DEPTH STUFF

Physical description
Morthil is lean, tall, with slightly defined muscles that hint that he stays in shape, but he's not a bodybuilder.
In his human form, his skin is pale. He's got blonde, short hair, and slightly cat-esque brown eyes. He's got a defined jawline, and a seemingly perpetual smirk.  When in cat form, his cat ears are noticeably larger than a normal cat's, but they still rather look like a cat's ears. A suspicious observer could probably tell something wasn't right, if they were suspicious enough.
When in cat form, his eyes are a stunning emerald green. When in human form, they're a chestnut brown. When he shifts, his eyes will stay whatever color they were, and slowly fade into the shifted color over a period of an hour. In cat form, he's a lithe, beautiful orange cat, with slightly defined, slightly darker orange stripes.

Personality

In human form, he's a quiet, almost shy man. Charming, but quiet. In cat form, his personality changes. He HATES kids in his cat form, but kids love him. He'll end up just sulking until the kids leave him alone. He's able to communicate with humans in his cat form.
Morthil is problematically talkative, which is a problem when he's trying to snoop around or spy. He's a snarky little b**tch. He's somehow managed to stay alive for this long.

History
 Morthil's clan was very strict. Morthil was a rule breaker as a kid. One night he went too far with a prank, and the witch of the clan cursed him to be a shifter, but only be able to shift into a cat form. The thing is, Morthil HATES CATS. Until he was forced to have to shift into it to survive, as his clan kicked him out.
He's grown since then, and wishes to make amends with his clan. He's made the best of his situation though!

QUICK STATS

Name
Vae Corson

Age
Looks to be in his 30s.

Height
6'7

Gender
Male presenting

Species
Half demon half human

Occupation
Alchemist and assassin for hire. Specialty is poisons. Owns his own shop that is full of dark artifacts, rare artifacts, and poisons, elixirs, and potions of all types.


IN DEPTH STUFF

Physical description
Vae is a very muscular, tall man. His only not normal feature is he has two long maroon horns on his head.
He dresses simple, usually wearing black boots, a green or red tunic tucked into black pants, a silver belt, and a small dagger in one boot. Vae has got a grisly, nasty scar starting below his bottom left rib and going all the way up his torso, stopping just below his eye. He's got runic tattoos covering his back and his torso, and mysterious black bands on each arm. His eyes are green but can turn black or red. His horns also shift colors and can grow.

Personality
Vae is dangerous. Manipulative and destructive, Vae can act caring until he gets what he wants. He doesn't much care for the Mordecai or the mages. He's turned in a few mages, and killed a few Mordecai. Vae just does what he feels.
He is a hopeless romantic however, and has a secret nice side to him...if you're lucky enough to get close enough to him to find it.
Sometimes he'll play the good guy solely because he's bored.

Magic/Abilities
Vae can heal, but at the cost of some of whoever he's trying to heal. Mostly in soul energy. He's discovered that different artifacts and even some elixirs have different soul energies that can give him longer life and sometimes strange, temporary abilities.

Relationships
He keeps his circle pretty small.

History

QUICK STATS

Name
Olwyn

Age
35

Gender
Female

Species
Human

Ethnicity
Connlaothian

Height
5'7

Occupation
Find her parents' killers...but she also helps out others with unsolved murder cases.

Residence
She goes where the clues lead her.


IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description
Olwyn cuts a striking figure with her violet eyes and dark black hair. Her skin is on the lighter shade of tan, as she spends some time outside but most of her time is spent indoors reading over various clues and obsessing over her parents' killers.
She tends to wear practical but modest clothing. She mostly wears dresses and occasionally pants if she knows she'll be traveling. She wears boots all the time, even in the summers, because boots are comfy and she prefers them over sandals. Her black hair falls to just above her shoulders.
She's of a smaller build, and has never held a sword in her life, but she has been in a few fist fights. She also carries around a bola, and is deadly accurate with it. She's never needed to use a sword, but recently she's starting to figure out it might be helpful to know how to hold her own in a sword fight.


Personality

INFJ-T

Olwyn is rather quiet, unless there's information she knows she needs.
Olwyn is very street smart, and uses her clever mind and sharp wit to win fights before they start.
She's got a strong sense of justice, and is an empath, which is a blessing and a curse.
She does have a bit of a card playing problem.
Olwyn lost her parents at age 16.

Magic/Abilities
Olwyn doesn't know this, but she's a Mordecai.
She also has an uncanny ability to count cards. It was just something she was born with.

Relationships
Her dad was a Mordecai, and he and his wife was killed by two mages in their sleep.
Olwyn barely escaped, and has been trying to find the murderers ever since. 

History
Her parents were very well off.
They had talks with Olwyn about her inheritance, and told her where it was. Whether or not her parents had obtained that money through completely legitimate means remains to be seen. After her parents were killed, Olwyn found their will, and was able to claim her inheritance. Problem is, she hasn't physically claimed it yet. But her money is out there.

QUICK STATS

NAME
Regis

Age
4

Gender
Male

Species
(Think Great Pyrenees)
Large species, in the 120-180 pound range. White coat, white secondary coat, long haired. Slightly stocky build.

Ethnicity
Was born in the Hyoite area but slowly migrated south.

Height
On all fours, will come up to an 6'0 man's waist.
If standing on hind legs, Regis will come up to an 6'0 man's head and shoulders, maybe even slightly taller.

Occupation
Used to protect sheep from wolves until his owner was slaughtered by some aggressive nomads. Now he wanders, looking for a new owner.

Residence
Wandering


IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical description
Regis is huge, weighing in at 160 pounds. He's a long-haired dog, his coat of fur white and clean. His fur is special, doesn't knot and get dirty easily. Dirt will just kindof fall off of him. That's not to say that his coat of fur won't get dirty, it's just that, it takes alooooot. His build is slightly stocky. He's got lean muscle and not a lot of fat. Not that you could tell because of his fur.
Regis has a slightly boxy face, with a constant aloof, very laid back expression on his face. He's got chestnut colored eyes, the kind that stare deep into your soul. His ears are a slightly darker shaded white than the rest of him. Regis has very faded badger markings on his face if you look closely, indicating that he's around the age of 4. His teeth are razor sharp.
His owner didn't cut his claws since he needed those to defend his herd. As a result, they're long and sharp. His paws are huge, giving the appearance that he might not be full-sized yet.
He's got a very fluffy tail, which normally is just relaxed.

Personality
Regis is super chill. Very laid back. Would rather sleep all day (and all night) than have to go chase off some pesky wolves that got too close to the sheep he's protecting.
Regis does not like leaves. At all. Which worked out well for him in Hyoite, where everything was in permafrost. But that gets to be more of a problem in Adela, Connlaoth, and Serendipity.
Regis at first glance looks terrifying, seemingly appearing to be a dog that some bounty hunter would use to help apprehend their hunts.
Regis is fiercely protective and loyal, but he's not naturally aggressive. He's honestly a giant teddy bear. He's super affectionate, but didn't really get any affection back, as his former owner never let him inside and didn't really pay attention to him, except by making sure that he was still out with the sheep.
Regis has a mind of his own, and is kindof like a cat in that he'll obey you one second, and the next second he's off chasing a stray cat.
Regis loves his naps. If he doesn't get his naps he turns cranky.

Magic/abilities
None. Will protect his owner with his life. Is territorial to the point that anyone that walks up to his owner and is merely trying to give them a handshake or a hug, will get a warning growl. If they proceed to make contact he'll get in between them. He will never bite unless the other person is the aggressor. He's got the bite strength of an alligator, so if a person gets bit by Regis they're going to need a very talented healer.

History
None yet

Threads
None yet

The Midnight Marauder had only been docked for a day, and already Elara was annoyed. Their rations were off, and food supply prices had skyrocketed.
It was pouring buckets of rain, the skies dark and grey, the sun unable to poke through. Elara and her crew had finally finished loading everything, the Midnight Marauder rocking back and forth gently, the creak of the wood and the swing of the pulleys causing a gentle almost lullaby when paired with the consistent sound of the rain.
Which was exactly opposite to how Elara was feeling. She was on edge. Their next merchant ship they were tracking had left a day early, meaning they would have to have a good wind at their backs if they were going to be able to intercept it.
The crew cast off, and the ship was finally on its way, the rain having let up alittle, the thunder and lightning stopping altogether.
Elara was out on deck, supervising the mid day cleaning and occasionally taking a mop herself and scrubbing the decks too.
Elara sighed, setting down the mop and resting on a barrel for a few minutes.
"Take an ease of work, mates! You've earned it!"

QUICK STATS

Name
Zjhe Hao-Sun

Age:
30

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Zjhe doesn't know, he's inexperienced in that department.

Ethnicity:
Shijie-ren

Species:
Gushui-ren

Height:
5'9

Occupation:Protector, Guardian

Residence:Wherever he is needed


IN DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description:
Zjhe comes in at a taller than average 5'9. His antlers are in typical Gushui style, but he paints them occasionally.
Zjhe is a muscular dude, and has killed beasts with his bare hands before. In other words, Zjhe has got the skills to back up his strength.
Zjhe has shoulder length golden brown hair; and the left side shaved.
His eyes are a steel, deep blue, and his pupils are silver. His heart matches accordingly, most of it being blue with silver streaks throughout it. He lives out in the wild, and has got a few scars on his torso, and a scar running up his face, dangerously close to his right antler. (He will happily tell you that story over a stout glass of liquor.)
Zjhe loves his clothes. He doesn't dress richly, but practical for the harsh elements he lives in. He does, however, choose quality over quantity. He's lived in harsh, frigid temperatures his whole life, and will wear fur lined pants, no shirt, and then a fur lined vest. Along with a belt and an intricately carved staff. His shoes of choice are light boots, deft enough for him to fight in but strong enough to weather the elements.

Personality
Oh boy. Oh booy.
Zjhe is...alittle rough around the edges. He doesn't get social cues, as he only went into villages to either fight and get rid of a problem, or to get himself supplies. It's not that he doesn't know how to interact with people, he just...doesn't. (He's an introvert.) But if he's comfortable around you he's friendly! He prefers to let his actions speak for him though. Why talk when you can fight?

Magic/Abilities
No magic to speak of, but he is insanely good with his staff. His dad was a martial arts master, and passed on some of his knowledge to Zjhe.
(Zjhe would like to insert here that his magic is fighting...anyways.)

History
Zjhe is very close with his parents, who moved to the capital city. Zjhe chose to stay behind, but still visits them. Zjhe's dad teaches martial arts, Zjhe's mom is a seamstress. He still will ask her to make him clothes. Purely because no one does it better.
Zjhe once unwittingly saved someone in the royal family. They invited him to the palace and he fled before they could finish their sentence.

@Rhindeer

Elysia anxiously walked down the main hall of the castle. She had taken a big enough risk lying to the guard at the front gate, acting like one of the castle servants. Stealing a uniform was easy enough.

This castle was ginormous. The most elaborate castle she had ever been in. Everything was plated with gold, or encrusted with diamonds. Or, made out of some rare silk probably shipped in from Panzhong.
Her plan was to pray that the hall guards were stupid.
She carried a duster, pretending to occasionally dust off a mirror that lined the hall. Fixing a golden picture frame that was just a tad bit crooked. Man, the servants were sleeping on their job today.
One of the guards walked up to her and Elysia tensed just a little bit. She could see the door to the reception hall, and if her earlier sneaking around had been correct, the throne room was just on the other side.
"First day here?" The guard asked conversationally, leaning against the wall and folding his arms.
"No, but this is my first day in this area," Elysia replied, praying she wasn't breaking out into an obvious sweat. Her palms were sweaty though.
The guard puffed out his chest, straightening up alittle.
"Well, I make it a point to meet everyone personally. So, if you need anything, I'm always around."
Elysia rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"Yeah sure, I'll keep that in mind. Wait, actually, my next assignment is in the throne room, could you point me in the right direction?"
The guard, if possible, got even more prideful.
"I'll escort you there myself," and he bowed, before holding his arm out to her.
Elysia could not believe it. This had to be a setup. No one just gets their job just like, handed to them! Except for today.
She took his arm, internally screaming but just going along with it.
"I'm sure you treat every person this way," she said with a fake pout.
The guard laughed as they walked.
"Only to the special ones."
He winked as he got to the entrance to the throne room.
"Well, I'll leave you to it, then." He bowed once more, and walked off.
Elysia just stared after him, absolutely dumbfounded, and then, when he was gone, closed the glass door behind her. The throne room was breathtaking. There were three glass pedestals, one holding the golden silk dress the Queen would wear for ceremonies, and then the Queen's gold and silver scepter. And then there was the crown. Light, but elegant, and looking as if faes had designed it. The crown itself was made of gold, but somehow, there were branches of silver weaving through the gold, rubies interspersed throughout, and a beautiful, simple diamond in the middle.
There were also two guards standing on either side of the throne. Elysia acted like she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Good day," she nodded to the guards, but they didn't even acknowledge her.
She dusted the first two glass pedestals. She stole a glance at the two guards. Still not paying any attention.
Then, she got to the pedestal with the crown on it. With one hand, she dusted the crown, and with the other, she lifted it.
She glanced at the guards again. Oh shit. They were now looking directly at her.
"Welp this is my cue to leave!" And she took the crown and ran for the door to the courtyard, praying that the guards would be too shocked to follow.

Arlen was crouched on a branch, his violet eyes intensely scanning the foliage for his target. He was precariously perched, one foot balanced on the branch, his right arm hanging onto the trunk, and gravity threatening to yank him off his branch. He was relaxed but tense, (the kind of tense like a coiled spring ready to release all of its energy).
Suddenly, movement from behind him. He whirled around, ready to pounce, but it was just his sister, Aranwyn, who landed on the tree branch next to him.
"Aranwyn!" He protested, then looked around, before lowering his voice to a whisper.
"You're scaring away the prey," he tried to look angry but failed miserably.
Aranwyn folded her arms, ruefully looking at her brother.
"I sincerely hate to be the bearer of bad news...but it's the village chief. He wants to see you. I think," and she scowled, "it has to do with his son, Malequinon."
Arlen's face paled, the hunt forgotten.
"Thanks sis. I guess I better go, then. Tell mother that supper will be later than usual."
He tried to put on a front like everything was fine. He didn't want to worry Aranwyn, or his mother. His mother was older, and ever since his dad had died it was Arlen's job to provide for his family. He didn't see it as a job, it just came naturally to him. He loved his family.
Aranwyn unfurled her wings and prepared to leave.
"I'll see you at supper then?"
Arlen nodded.
"See you at supper."

—————————————————————————————————

The village tribal council was a mess, the council angrily arguing amongst themselves.
The door opened, and the room fell silent.
The chief, Eldriquion, was a figure that commanded respect.
He walked in, holding some black feathers, and sat down at the head of the council.
"We all know why we're gathered here, yes?" His deep voice boomed out across the council.
"Well, we do but it doesn't feel right," one of the oldest members cautioned.
"It's been a week since the competition. Arlen won fair and square. The murder wasn't even brought up until two days ago, and we're supposed to reach a conclusion on a viable suspect?"
The other council members agreed, causing a din to fall upon the room.
Eldriquion stood up.
"Silence!" He roared angrily. He held up black feathers.
"These were found on the body, by my dear son. Now, who in this village has black feathers? Only one man: Arlen. Is that evidence enough for you?"
The council consulted among themselves, some reluctantly agreeing, other only agreeing because of the chief. But two refused, insisting there wasn't enough to convict a man to death.
Eldriquion bribed the council.

Finally, a resolution was reached. The council ended up traditionally passing the punishment of execution upon Arlen. The chief ordered it to be reduced to exile.
The vote was passed.
And that's where we find ourselves, a confused and angry Arlen being read his punishment by an indifferent council. He was so shocked by it all he had no words.
Arlen was flanked by two guards. He was struggling to keep his composure. It all didn't make sense. He knew Malequinion hated him, but this much?
The guards tied him up and threw him in an old rowboat some fisherman had abandoned.
"This is practically murder!" Arlen angrily yelled, finally finding some semblance of protest.
The guards pushed the rowboat, sending it out to sea
With the way he was tied up, he couldn't even use his wings.
There was no food on the boat...no water...no spare clothes. He was, for all anybody else knew, dead.
He thought about his family. They don't know where he is. They thought he was out hunting.
He could feel tears running down his face. He cried until he had no more tears left.

A week passed.

Then two weeks passed.

Arlen survived by managing to catch some rainwater when it would storm.
He was in a lot of pain, his stomach cramping from no food, his lips dry and cracked from a lack of sufficient amount of water.
His muscles cramped and ached, any small movement causing him to cry out in pain.

He was stuck, lying at the bottom of the small rowboat, weak and hurting.
The boat bumped into something with a loud grating noise.
The boat stopped rocking.
Arlen summmoned the last of his strength, managing somehow to get up and fall facefirst onto the beach with an agonized cry.

QUICK STATS

Name
Arlen Vaer

Age
21

Height
6'2

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Bisexual

Occupation
Provider for his family

Ethnicity
Yoreiqi

Residence
Adela


IN DEPTH STUFF


Physical description
Arlen has a slightly muscular build. He's average height for a Yoreiqi.
He's got violet eyes, and a head of well styled black hair that he is meticulous about.
Arlen's got two silver horns that poke out of his black hair. He normally wears silver and black. Arlen is an absolute fashionista and is super picky about his clothes.
Arlen has a pair of beautiful, massive black wings.

Personality
Arlen is a kind soul, and he's always been satisfied living in Yoreiq. He loved it there, and had no desire to leave. He's rather shy, but loves being able to go out and hunt and provide for his younger sister and elderly mother. His dad died just a year ago. They were very close; his dad taught him how to hunt.
Arlen is a rather quiet individual, but if he has to, he will fight to defend himself and his family, and is a rather fierce fighter.

History
In the village that Arlen used to live in, there was an annual hunting competition. Arlen normally would win every year, to the chagrin of the village chief and his son.
During the competition, the chief's son killed another Yoreiqi and framed Arlen for it. The council, headed by the village chief, unanimously voted to have Arlen executed but the chief decided on exiling him instead.
Arlen was devastated. He had never been outside of the village or the village hunting areas. He desperately tried to plead his innocence; but the council tied him up and threw him in a rowboat, not even giving him food or any sort of supplies.
Weak and barely conscious, his boat washed onto the mainland of Le'raana.

NOTE: this one shot takes place about 10 years or so in the future

Come and gone...

Fenris sighed. Ever since the fateful quest in the Essyrni desert Elara had not been herself.

They did get married, and the wedding was beautiful. It was a huge wedding, despite Fenris's protests. There were even a few nobility from Connlaoth in attendance.

The perfect storm...
The honeymoon went well.
But Elara had been so unstable. She had messed with one magical artifact too many...and it had taken its toll.
Fenris was Elara's glue, she kept her from being too irrational and kept her grounded.
On and on...never ending...
Except when Elara would insist on leaving and going on weeks-long quests...and every time she came back, a part of herself stayed behind.
Open doors, empty arms...don't look back...no pretending
Elara began to drink more and more...becoming a mere shell of what she once was.
Fenris's patience was wearing thin...

"Listen, Elara, you can't keep going on these...these goddamn quests! They're not good for you! I don't even know where you go! And if something happened to you I wouldn't even know where to start!"
I don't want anything in this broken home...not the memories or the things we own...so take what you want...
Fenris's voice was anguished, hurt from years of Elara making the same mistakes over and over and over.
Elara chucked an empty beer bottle at the wall...
"When we...we married...you promised me I could explore still."

Fenris stayed a safe distance from Elara.
Her canine ears bristled, tense and laid back.
"I also promised to keep you safe! You know god damn well you've almost got yourself killed—-I've literally lost track! You're reckless! You have no regard for the people that love you...that care about you!" She choked up, and forced back her tears. Now was not the time to cry.

Can you hear me? I'm trying to hear you; silence strikes like a hurricane...

Elara stood up angrily.
"If you truly cared about me"—-Fenris cut her off.
"I do care about you! Which is exactly why I'm so concerned! You can't do this it's not good for you! I...I need to go..."
And she opened the door and left their cabin, shifting into her wolf form and going to the small glade they used to spend time together in. It was raining...but Fenris didn't care.

...Im singing for you...you're screaming at me...it's hard to see your tears in the pouring rain...

Fenris curled up in the glade and just wordlessly cried, grief and anger overtaking her. She'd tried everything...she didn't know what to do. Her guard was down. Hunters never came through here. She was safe...

Take what you want, take what you want and go...

Elara angrily stared at the door Fenris had left through, her fist clenched, her eyes angry. She was in the wrong and she knew she was.

...I still remember a time when you felt like home...you and me against the great unknown...

Behind Fenris, two poachers advanced upon her prone form, one holding a dangerous crossbow and the other holding several knives.

"This one's fur will sell for a lot...we should get this one.

Elara sighed, getting up out of the chair she was sitting in. Where did Fenris go? Probably to the glade...
"Fenris?" She called out. It wasn't like Fenris to just leave...

"Shit! There's humans around! Hurry! Kill the wolf quick!"
The poacher raised his crossbow, sighting in on Fenris's back, and pulled the trigger.

Elara had just made it to the entrance of the glade when she saw the poachers grab Fenris's limp form and run in the opposite direction.

Can you hear me? I'm trying to call you;
"Fenris!"
"FENRIS!"
She fell to her knees.

...Silence strikes like a hurricane...

"No...Ansgar no! It's my fault..."

...Its hard to see your tears in the pouring rain...

Thunder boomed and rain fell...but Elara remained on her knees...soaked and grief stricken.

[Song credits to: One Ok Rock, "Take What You Want."
All credits to their respective owners.]

Ah yes...the Hauling Ass Inn... home of the best ale in Serendipity...supposedly...except Elysia had been sitting at a table waiting for her 2nd mug of ale and she hadn't gotten it yet. Probably was a good thing too, because she was feeling the effects from the first mug and she'd only had the one.
"Hauling Ass Inn...more like 'Tastes Like Ass Inn'", she muttered, eyeing her half empty ale with distaste. 

The tavern was quite busy, the sounds of an old piano filtering through the din of laughing patrons and the clink of glasses. There was a fireplace on either end of the tavern, and a bar was on the other side

Elysia got up from her table and went to the bar, grabbing the bartenders attention and asking for a mug of rum instead. She cautiously sipped it, then sighed. Maybe she just wasn't meant to drink. She made her way back to her table—-well she thought it was her table...but now there were two very drunk men sitting there.
No no no, Elysia was not going to stand for this. If she hadn't have been rather tipsy she probably would have just found a different table. But she was rather tipsy and so she approached them.
"Excuse me, I was sitting here."
One of them, a scrawny looking man with an unkempt beard, laughed like that was the funniest thing in the world.
"I don't see your name on it, lass," he sneered.
"You don't want to mess with me, I'm half dragon."
Alcohol realllly made Elysia like an egotistical 16 year old boy. She really was decent when she wasn't drunk.
"Half dragon huh? A wee little lass like you? Yeah and I'm half goat!"
He laughed and punched his partner, who joined in on his laughing.
Then Elysia did something stupid. She punched the first man right in the face.

Valerian sighed, leaning against the dark alley wall. It had been an hour, and her contact said her target would have been leaving the tavern then.
The money she'd get from this kill—-no, assasination—-would be enough for her to go into hiding for a while. She smirked to herself. She was going to enjoy every second of this kill.
The back door to the tavern opened, and her target slipped out, furtively glancing around before walking the opposite way.
Valerian cautiously looked around herself. While she had no qualms about killing, she still would rather not get caught. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, but she brushed it off to the brisk wind blowing through the abandoned alley. She drew her fur coat tighter around her and followed the man, quietly gaining on him, her red eyes seeming to glow in the dark alleyway, her fangs long and razor sharp.
When she gotten right behind him, she quickly slammed him facefirst against the wall.
"Shhhh," she said, "You won't feel a thing."
Which was an absolute lie. But she didn't care. It made it more fun for her.

  Today was a good day. Orion happily whistled, walking home and watching the clouds. There were some dark cumulonimbus clouds blanketing the sky, causing Orion to suspect that rain would be here in—-he checked his pocketwatch—-2 minutes and 31 seconds. Hmm. Barely enough time to get home. What's alittle rain? He enjoyed a good rain shower. Was good for the soul.
He shivered, snuggling into his black leather jacket. It wasn't supposed to be this cold and be raining. This felt cold enough for snow. He sighed. Weather was so temperamental.
The first drops of rain fell on his face, making him stop walking, wrinkle his nose and look up at the sky. Sure enough, rain began to fall, the rain hitting the green, lush grass and causing a pleasant sound to begin, the rhythm of rain beginning to pick up.
He took a step forward and the ground was gone, him falling forward, causing him to emit a startled yelp. And then the sounds of the rain disappeared. Everything disappeared in fact. Time seemed to slow down. Or did it speed up? It's hard to tell when you have nothing to gauge time by.

For what is time but the perception of one's reality?

Orion awoke with a groan, finding himself entangled in a thorn bush. Great. Was he dreaming before...and walked into a thorn bush? Or did he fall into a hole that he didn't see and is he dreaming now? The unforgiving thorns digging into his skin made him suspect that this wasn't a dream.
Very confused, Orion extracted himself from the thorn bush. Something told him to hide behind it, for there were agitated voices and shouts coming over to him.
"I saw it! A burst of light and he just...he fell!"
"Oh what, a guy fell from the sky. You're more crazy today than usual."
"I saw it! I'm going to go get the Mordecai."
Orion nervously was trying to ignore what was staring him in the face. This wasn't home. This definitely wasn't home. This ornate structure that was in the sprawling courtyard looked rather like something out his imagination.
He needed a nap. This was too much.
He gingerly inspected his hand. A thorn had dug into his hand quite deeply. It stung...a lot...he needed to find his way out of this courtyard. Before whatever the heck "mordecai" were came here.

QUICK STATS

Orion "Stardust" Opilio

Height:
5'7

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Gender:
 male

Ethnicity:
unknown

Species:
 Human

Age:
 24

Occupation:
 raised and trained horses for a living

Residence:
 He's trying to figure that out

IN DEPTH STUFF:

Physical description:

Stardust is a rather average height, coming in at 5'7. He is buff, having raised and trained horses for a living. He's got a chiseled jawline and amber eyes. He's clean shaven, but has several ear piercings, a lip piercing, and an eyebrow piercing. He's got golden bronze hair, that falls to his shoulders.
He fell into this universe somehow, and has lost his memory, utterly confused.
He's wearing a black leather jacket and brown pants, with a wide black leather belt and black boots.

Personality:
 Stardust is super chill. He did panic just alittle when he woke up lying face down on a road, with nothing but the clothes on his back and his wooden, hand carved walking stick.
He's a kind soul. (An old soul in a new world...XD)
Used to love his technology before he fell into this universe...
Orion doesn't believe in magic....is more scientifically minded, but he's not going to blindly follow one ideology.
He always carries a sprig of lavender with him to calm himself down in stressful situations. He definitely is agnostic though, and for being such a kind soul he is rather cynical.

Magic/Abilities:
Stardust loves studying the weather, and can predict the weather with astonishing accuracy. "It's not magic, it's just science," He insists.
He's always had a very close connection with animals.

History:
Orion was walking home when he "noclipped" out of his universe and fell into this universe. He's so shocked that, when he wakes up, he doesn't remember a thing. Slowly his memory will start coming back.

Relationships:
None so far

Thread tracker:
None yet!

AVAILABLE CHARACTERS:

1.Kasolin
Kasolin is a dark elf prince who's tired of the boring royal life. He wants adventure and maybe, just maybe, he wants to find romance.

2. Arya Rathbone
Arya is a rogue for hire. She's only 5'6, but ridiculously strong. Useful for when people need muscle for rather devious jobs (kidnapping, assassinations...dragon poaching). She doesn't care. If there's money involved, she'll most likely agree.

I know I have more available characters (like ALL OF THEM) but typing is difficult so I'm only posting two for now lol.