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#1
Serendipity Riverlands / Future Planning
February 01, 2024, 09:44:53 AM
The rain was a gentle sound on the window when Reinier walked past it, squinting at the sign for the tavern the meeting was to take place. It'd been a while now that he'd had two fully functioning eyes again, and while he could speak the common language of the people of this land... It had been a very long time since he'd had to read. He shifted his hood slightly, tilting his head at the sign again before pressing the door open, glancing over his shoulder at an obscured individual across the street. The happy chime of a guest entering the establishment got a call from the owner in the back of welcome.

It was almost dusk, people were arriving to either drink away the days woes, have a hot meal or find a place to sleep. Reinier, however, was here for a meeting. One he'd been anticipating since he'd learned about the individual. Making a web of connections was difficult when all you had was charm and honeyed words on your side. Reiner removed his cloak, and placed it on the back of his chair before sitting and closing his eyes for a moment.

As directed, he wore a red tie of sorts, hopefully easily discerned among the people here. He could be considered a handsome man, tall and broad shouldered with a sharp jaw and large bright eyes. Thick dark lashes made the golden-green of his eyes brighter and he pushed his short wavy hair away from his face. A hand went up and a coin went onto the table, a petite young woman wandered over, eyes bright and hair pulled back in a tight bun, ready for the evening. "Sir?" She said, reaching for the coin and putting it into an apron pocket, "two of whatever your freshest meal is and two meads, please." His voice was soft and gentle, a slight accent from who knew where lilting his words.

A little curtsey and she was off, Reinier leaned back in the chair, arms crossed over his chest, watching the door for his dark elf guest. The shadowy figure outside remained, standing under the eaves of a tailor shop.  He made no real attempt to blend in or hide, in fact, he nodded and smiled at everyone that glanced his way when they entered, relaxed further into his chair, legs crossed at the ankle and sticking out from under his chair. The woman was back quickly with the mead, but Reinier left both containers untouched on the tablet. Waiting.

Reinier Rose was very patient.
#2
Shijie / Fei Ruwen - Wanderlusty learner
January 26, 2024, 03:02:34 PM
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Name Fei Ruwen (Ruwen to friends)
Age 27?ish?
Gender Male
Species Shijie-ren
Ethnicity  songtu-ren
Height 5'9"
Occupation totally a scholar and not just using that as an excuse to live reading everywhere.
Residence officially- his parents home jingshen. Unofficial, many guest rooms.

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Physical Description-
Ruwen is perfectly average. His eyes are a gentle pastel green, his hair is pitch black and aside from some bangs - which have a whole story behind them - he keeps it long. As all Shijie-ren, Ruwen sometimes rocks a set of antlers which he thinks look a little less lethal than the pointy horned cousins. The most defining feature Ruwen has is a scar on his face, starting below his left eye, going over his lip and down his chin. The scar remains dark over his paler skin - he doesn't really go outside.

It's not a battle wound specifically, he doesn't quite remember it well. They say it was caused by a fall, and the wound was very deep. Still, the scar is simply visual and doesn't hinder muscle, for smiling or frowning.

Personality
Ruwen is jovial and overcome with wanderlust. If there's a book he can read about some far-off somewhere, he wants it. If there's an educational prospect he wants it. While he isn't wildly intelligent, he had an insatiable thirst to learn and know more.

Despite being horrendously nosey, Ruwen tries to be kind. Sometimes reading a room is beyond his ability because he's thinking about some page in a book, but he'd make amends quickly. Never intentionally cruel - of course within reason- Ruwen wants to leave the world a better place than when he got here.

His dream beyond dreams is to have at least one friend from every city in the whole wide world.

Magic/Abilities
Like many Songtu, Ruwen possesses the clairaudience ability. This isnt all encompassing and usually is only good for those he personally has attachment to. Part of his wanderlust is encouraged by those ancestors, having had the same want to learn and travel that he possesses.

Sometimes it manifests in dark ways, but he chooses to forget and ignore those instances.

Relationships
Has parents that he loves and two younger siblings. A few aunts. Many grandparents (they like to linger) and one particular uncle who passed away while he was very young, who is the main culprit for encouraging the travel bug.

History

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#3
Serendipity Riverlands / Lackluster Dealings
October 06, 2023, 10:16:33 AM
It was a rare day, or evening in this case, that Cadreinth was away from his desk, let alone out of the building. It had been gloomy for days, the reports he'd read was that were was an upward tick in cult-like activity and he just didn't have the time for that. There was a difference between shitty kids being weird and playing with magic and cults.

Cadreinth couldn't think of any cult-like magic he tried as a kid, but perhaps that was because he was busy all the time. Now though, his cloak on and hood up, he meandered the streets. The rain was loud on his hood, the whole thing a little too fancy looking to be out in the bad weather. Still, the water beaded off of it, enchanted that was it. A dagger sheathed at his thigh, rapier at his hip, if it weren't for his too opulent brown cloak, Cadreinth would look like anyone else.

Additionally he's heard rumours of some fire wizard passing through. No, that wasn't right. Someone claiming to be the embodiment of fire and lightning. Cadreinth 's boots were loud on the ground as he walked to the tavern that this person was spotted at last. Were they staying here? The name escaped him, and while his informant mentioned it was a woman, Cadreinth had met some waify men in his time so who reallynew.

The door opened to the establishment, the air warm and inviting. The smell of food reminded him he hadn't eaten since breakfast, so wrapped up in his sneaking-out plans he'd forgotten. Still, he took a seat at a table with his back facing the tavern keeper, front facing the door, before he removed his cloak and sighed, pressing his hands to his face and trying to rub the sleepiness away.

Cadreinth wasn't a bad looking man, his face was narrow with high cheek bones, lips that easily fell into a smirk. A straight narrow nose and golden green eyes that gave a nasty glare for how vibrant the colour was. Pale but with a rosy blush at his cheeks and slightly pointed ears, Cadreinths only real feature that stood out was his opalescent hair, swept back out of his face. He left his cloak behind him on his chair and he sighed and pat his pockets, finding his coin and going to the counter.

"One drink and whatever hot meal is available to you," his voice got a little more loud, trying to draw attention "I'm also looking for someone, a woman. Deals with fire and lightning," Cad placed the coin on the counter and the tavern keeper eyed it wearily before giving him his drink, a bowl of stew and pondering on information. "I can't say I seen anyone," the tavern keeper said, taking the coin, "but rumours been tumbling 'round about a girl who's been taking care of some of the darker dealings." The tavern keeper shrugged, the 'dark dealings' not lost on the High Lord "I can't say I've seen her, but I've been hearing people talk and everyone's gotta eat."

Cadreinth nodded and went back to his seat with a sigh, taking a drink and tucking into his food. Did he leave a message for this girl? Did he just sit here and stare at the door until he couldn't anymore? His own informants said she'd been spotted here, but the tavern keeper just gave conflicting information. With nothing left to do but eat and pout, Cadreinth did both, on hand holding his head up while he ate unenthusiastically.
#4
Serendipity Riverlands / Too hot to handle
June 23, 2023, 05:41:19 PM
There was a limp to Albert's walk, his face scrunched up in a wince. The horse he'd rented had thrown him and run off at a pace that could only have been trained into it. Unfortunately, that meant his belongings went with it. There was a few moments, watching the horse race down the dirt road that he considered chasing after it. Then one step, a twinge in his hip and the whole plan crumbled away.

He'd just buy new things later. There had been nothing in those bags that wasn't replaceable and he'd lived lean before. Albert sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and looking up at the sky, off in the distance, gauging for when the sun would be going down. A few hours, at least, until dark.

Albert set off, maybe, just maybe, his horse would be at the next settlement, pausing to having some kind soul remove the saddle and harness. Pilfer the contents of his pack. A groan at his plight and he hobbled his way along. He was a someone humans could consider handsome. Tanned skin and clean shaven, dark eyelashes framing mismatched eyes  surrounded by wispy flame-red hair. There was something distinctly inhuman about Albert that most people could pick up.

The façade was good, but there were little things that just didn't suit human movement. The way he swung his arms when he walked, the way he tilted his head when he listened for other people. Albert walked for about an hour before the pain in his leg radiated too much that he needed to pause and take a break. The pain almost made it difficult to get a whole breath in and he leaned against the first tree he found, head down. It too a lot longer than he'd wanted, several people had gone by on carts, no doubt to exactly where he was headed.

Shortly after sundown, no sign of that bastard horse, that Albert finally reached his original destination. A simple inn. Sort of. The light was on and the area was homey, a fire was lit in the hearth and while it wasn't bone-cold outside, the fire fended off any chill that may have tried to set in. "Hi Love," Albert said to the woman who ran the tavern, catching sight of himself in decorative piece of glass, his hair looking a little feathery, "I'll have the meal of the night and a drink for me and..."

He glanced over his shoulder, head tilted before he spotted someone sitting on their own. "That person, right there," Albert smiled at her, put coin on the counter - what fool would keep their coin in their saddlebags? - and waltzed over to seat himself at his new friends table with a small groan because damn if walking for hours made his ass hurt more than the initial tumble.

"You know," Albert said, "Lots of shady people 'round these parts," he glanced around to view perfectly normal people, "you traveling on your own or did I take your companions seat? It wasn't warm when I sat down," He gave a friendly smile and nodded, "I'm Albert, I got you a drink."
#5
Adela Castle / Anticipation [Neph!]
April 16, 2023, 09:16:22 PM
It had been... A Trip. The dewy morning with dawn lighting a familiar sight had a sigh of relief push through his lips.

Herostratus felt about fifty years older, even though it had only been a few weeks since he'd left, maybe longer - he wasn't fully sure yet. He hadn't been well enough to travel, after the gash he'd gotten from his latest hunt, was bed bound because every movement reopened the wound. That and he had to be drugged up barely coherent so even if he'd wanted to move, he could mostly only moan and sigh and imagine it.

An event he wasn't keen on repeating. No doubt the healing would have taken months if the village hadn't found a healer to knit his skin and muscles back together. Maybe even died. Or lost his whole arm.

Hero shivered at the idea of just existing while missing a chunk. Would he have been able to move his arm again if it had healed without help? The thoughts swam through his head once he was closer to home, in the stables removing his horses tack and brushing her down, though his movements were slower and careful when he moved his left arm. His breath hitched every now and then and he moved through the pain, knowing that despite it he would be fine.

At least as far as he knew nothing was permanently damaged.

The horse got comfy back in a familiar place after the brushing and Hero rolled his shoulder gently before returning to the barracks to remove his armor and throw his personal things in their designated place for the servants and the help to collect and remove. To clean. Hero sat on his bed and looked down at his hands, thumbs brushing over his finger tips.

How was Rhosiris?

One of the last times he was in his room was when he just flat out embarrassed himself with the elf. Hero flushed, thinking about it, squeezing his eyes shut and  turning his head like he was trying to shake the memory out. Were they all still here? Hero wasn't a guard, so he wasn't briefed on guests. He'd have to go seek them out himself.

It was a few hours, noon had long past and it was nearing supper time, when Hero finally felt like he was presentable. Hair washed and tucked back in a nice braid, face clean, though a little tired and bruised looking under his eyes and his cheeks. Hero closed his golden eyes and squared his shoulders, making sure his shirt was tucked into his pants and his boots were tied up. Probably looked far nicer than he had in a very, very long time. Why was he so nervous? Hero felt his insides tighten and his breath felt like it was a little lost.

He'd given the request to a servant. To find the tall golden elf Rhosiris - one of the Regents guests! - with a request to meet at the entrance of the hall. Of course, the instructions were to tell the elf who put in the request. Was that why Hero was so nervous? Because he could be turned down? They weren't a thing, but things had escalated so quickly there couldn't be nothing there. Maybe the elves didn't work like that and they'd never see one another again. At the very least Hero had been hoping for a friend perhaps.

Hero leaned against one of the pillars, rubbing his bicep and moving to squeeze his shoulder with a wince. The wound was gone, a soft ugly scar now, but it still hurt. In an effort to settle the speed his heart was beating at, he kept his head down and played with his hands, his fingers seemingly the most interesting things he'd seen in a long time, judging by the way he was examining them.
#6
Connlaoth / Cassidy Sinclair- Adhara
April 16, 2023, 04:49:20 PM
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Name Cassidy Sinclair
Age 25
Gender Female
Species Human
EthnicityConnlaothian
Height 5'5"
Occupation Religious Soldier - Adhara
Residence Reajh

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Physical Description Cassidy isn't exactly tall compared to some but for a Connlaothian she's a perfectly normal height. Though she uses the heel of her boots for a bit of a height boost, Cassidy leaves any imposing looks or presence to other things not her height. A deep blue gaze, so dark it looks like shadows catches gazes and holds them. Her flaming red hair, loosely curled on it's own but usually done in a tight braid that reached her lower back.


Her face could be described as 'cute' with a button nose and a bow shaped mouth with the lower lip that gave her a perpetual pouty look. Gentle eyes and dark eyelashes. A life of luxury and work left her plush but strong with hands that look gentle but are rough in texture.

Personality Devout to her god. Like... really devout.

Magic/Abilities Cassidy is an Adhara

Relationships

History From a family of bakers, Cassidy was given to the church when she was about 5 years old.

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#7
This place was absolutely infuriating.

Lonely Bird pinched the bridge of his nose and tapped his foot impatiently, ready to slam his hand on the table and be done with this business. He needed the money though and while the jewelry wasn't extravagant, it was worth something and from his gauge old-ish. A few hundred was old for humans right?

"Look," He started, looking at the stoney-faced older woman with her arms crossed across from him, "I just want to sell the necklace and be on my way - Do you want to buy it?" The old woman looked him over and he rose his eyebrows and gave her a tight smile - her eyes lingered on his forehead before she looked at the necklace again.

Lonely Bird was a handsome androgynous looking man, with long pale near white hair, rosy cheeks and plush pink lips. A silvery crescent shaped marking on his forehead that looked like it was placed on there and slightly unnatural was the thing that stood out the most. Lonely Bird stood up on his tiptoes so his eyes would be where his forehead previously was and he smiled at the lady again, "So? What do you think? 500 gold?"

The lady look appalled and offended, "500!? 200."

Sweet. "450," Lonely Bird countered, moving his hand to take the necklace back, he shifted his shoulder so the collar of his shirt opened, revealing his pale neck and the hollow of his throat, "350." The woman countered, frowning at that pale exposed neck.

"You got yourself a deal," Lonely Bird sighed like he'd been defeated, giving a longing look at the necklace before the woman counted out the proper amount of money and handed it over. "Pleasure doing business with you, ma'am," He said, looking a little sad that he had to sell the necklace. Tucking some of the money away, he turned away from the stall before whistling lowly and looking at the rest.

Maybe he'd get himself a nice new coat.

Lonely Bird continued to walk, face down and looking down at his hands when he felt his foot collide with something before his balance was thrown off and his hands went out to get purchase on the thing he walked into. "Hey!" Lonely Bird started, his expression sour and angry before he tamped it down, "Do you... Know where a good place to get a coat made is?" That was what polite people did, right?

It was easier to just be mean though.
#8
Art By Me

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Name Albert
Age ??? Looks adult-ish
Gender Male
Species Phoenix - shapeshifter
Ethnicity Serenian looking.
Height 6'2"
Occupation Breakfast nook owner.
Residence Serendipity.

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Physical Description  Albert is a tall man with bright red and yellow hair and strangely smooth tanned skin, his eyes are a jewel tone blue and green and depending on what he's thinking of, what his mood is at or his general sense of self the pupils range from tiny slits to wide circles - not unlike a cat. He's very much initially attractive, while not wildly broad shouldered he's muscled and strong with rough hands but usually he only has three fingers and a thumb on both hands. It's an easy trait to forget.


Personality grumpy? Probably very loyal. Grumpy and loyal.


Magic/Abilities Alberta is a phoenix that can shapeshift into a human. As he is a firebased bird, he is more or less immune to fire. He can conjure and control most fires. He's also decent with a polearm as well as a bow, having once used it them "hunting".

As he's a shapeshifter, he can also transform into a large firebird. His emotions can have him revert back to his natural form (a bird) and sometimes when distressed his hair will gain a feather-like texture and his nails with be talon sharp.

Relationships Raizel -  was one of the first people she'd come into contact with while she was wandering lost around Serendipity. Albert took her in and his home remains a place for her to stay when she drifts though the city.

History it's very long and sad. ):

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#9
Guilds / The Stargazer's Room
February 17, 2023, 06:24:37 PM
If there are any 'Red Lotus's kicking around in all this it's because I lifted 99% of this from the one I wrote for RotE. :)

The Stargazer's Room

If you've ever wondered who those magnificent creatures are that are on the arms of the elite and wealthy, you're clearly too poor to buy their services. The Stargazer is steeped in a few hundred years of business, dealing in the exchange of money for entertainment. That entertainment is beautiful well trained creatures of exotic origins and well trained to be the best companion. They're a status symbol all their own. Having a Stargazer on your arm for the evening is as telling of your status and wealth as handing over your pocket book - which is probably bursting at the seams.

If you can afford one, you're probably very well off and if you bring one to a party, you're going to be the person of focus - Along with your guest.

The Stargazer's Room is basically a super duper fancy brothel. Sort of. While they deal in flesh, sex is never the main product. Well trained to be elite guests on important arms, The Stargazer's are always professional and always worth the money.

How the House works
The Stargazers are a small group of highly trained courtesans.
At any given time, there is only nine (9) of them that are allowed to work outside of the house. All others outside of those nine are preferred to stay in the house under supervision of the guards.
Outside of the House they are being paid to spend time with their patron but sex is not expected on behalf of the house. If sex happens between a Stargazer and a Patron it's up to that individual - sometimes it costs more, sometimes the Stargazer is happy to provide. It's entirely up to them.
The patrons that visit the house proper can expect the usual from a brothel - though upscaled and there's a continental breakfast in the morning for them if they choose to partake.


The House
A lovely opulent mansion with stained glass windows - might even look like it could have been a place of worship, on the outskirts of Arca to have lovely views of the wilderness. (with a decently trained set of guards to keep ne'er-do-wells out) The yard has a garden that's magicked to have flowers along with a beautiful fountain and during summer, the only non-magicked flower blooms. The stargazer lilies. 


Current Members and Ranks

The Book Keeper
Mine :)
The Nine Stargazers
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Garden Stargazers
The house flowers \o/ link me their profile and I'll add it.


Additional Information
The nine Stargazers aren't Spies or assassins (they totally can be if you want that), but the Book Keeper who runs the brothel pays them extra for information that might be learned by them on their outings.

All of the nine were trained for their position - as they work outside and represent the house, they're most trusted and familiar and have worked there the longest. Usually they're also the most unique/beautiful of the employees.

The Nine are first come, first serve for play. If they super duper probably won't fit, I'll let you know.

While not forbidden- The Book Keeper isn't a babysitter - interpersonal romantic relationships between courtesans are heavily discouraged.

All employees can live in the house if they choose, the fee is subtracted from their pay. (which is all made up but could be important for rp reasons)

The house does buy slaves but would never sell into slavery. Effectively, occasionally a slave is purchased from out of country but the cost is halved and placed as a 'debt'. The Book Keeper keeps track of this debt and when it's paid, half of that is given to the person and they are allowed to leave on their own or continue with their employment.

If you don't wanna play a courtesan but want to be involved - There are lots of jobs in the House! Guard. Gardener. Maids. It's all up for play.
#10
Seaside Town of Cerenis / Simple Solutions [Rhi!] [M]
February 06, 2023, 01:52:23 PM
Re-rated M for violence and death.


Raizel's leg hurt.

It hurt really bad. There was no eloquent or flowery language for the pain. It just hurt. Raizel leaned against the building, half bent over to test her ankle. She couldn't risk resting or sitting, she knew they were following her.

The Raven - That's become her new moniker. Akin was a smart boy and off pretending to be a crow and not circling her in the sky, giving away her location. So at least that was nice.

Taking a calming breath, she tenderly put her foot down the slowly put weight on it. The cry was muffled and poured out of her as a shocked gasp. Even if she'd been anticipating it, the sudden flash of it was startling. Was it cut? Broken? Sprained? Had her tendon snapped?

Raizel fisted her hand against the building wall and pushed off at a hobble, as fast as she could go.

The downside of taking payment for getting rid of problems was you slowly become the problems's problem. And problems needed to be exterminated. Especially ones that sent your people to jail or indirectly stole money. Raizel didn't think of the ones that got killed. If they couldn't survive one lonely vigilante they werent going to survive long anyway.

A quick turn around the building, seeing they werent behind her anymore and the sight that greeted her had dread fill her.

They'd cut her off.  A quick glance at the sky and she saw no bird. How did they know?

Raizel pushed herself from the wall, taking careful steps to the middle of the alley before squaring her shoulders and staring down at them. Her cloak was gone, having been torn from her shoulders and there were a few red slices in her clothing from close calls that left little more that scratches to the skin underneath.

"Get her," the leader said, extending an arm to Raizel to indicate just who her was. "You know you've cost me a lot of business, my lady raven," the leader grinned and Raizel stumbled, taking a step back on her bad foot and quickly collapsed onto the ground. Frozen. She wasnt afraid of the people on their way, couldn't take her eyes off the look on the leaders face.

Then it was screaming. Raizel was confused on why her throat her and why the screaming was so loud until the leader yelled for them to shut her up and with the blinding pain of being struck in the head, silence followed and at least some peace and darkness.

"You!" The leader pointed at a dark haired man, "Carry the lady back, we have payment to extract."
#11
Nail could never decide which form he liked best. Sure, being human meant he had thumbs, was taller and had lips so he didn't accidentally slobber everywhere. He was momentarily choice-free though. He cast a sidelong look with his molten silvery eyes to the sleeping girl off to the side, his new master. He felt a little slighted. She smelled like demon. Had tasted like demon when he accidentally nicked her leg doing a playful puppy-dog hop and had licked the blood as if to say 'sorry' when in reality it had just (sort of) sealed the pact.

It felt a little wrong, it being one sided. He still needed permission from her, it was half a pact right now. Not fully sealed, a temporary bond. Fragile and like thread between them. Hardly noticeable on her end, maybe it would feel like passing a hand through cobwebs but just... there and not able to figure out why.

The past day or two and he was in his hellhound form, following after her like a lost, slightly scary looking puppy. A large red beast, easily three and a half feet at the shoulder, ears that were too long and pointy, a snout that was full of too sharp teeth and a line of horns that grew from his snout to the ground of his head where the largest rested. The paws had claws that were too sharp, but he was careful. After that 'accidental' nic when he'd met his demon-smelling master there had been no further injuries.

Dawn crested sky and he cast his mirror gaze to his new human, huffing again into his paws and waiting for her to wake up. Ears twitching. Today would be a big day. Find an excuse to turn into a human-ish creature and explain the pact. Maybe. Find food for sure. He had to earn his keep and the second she uttered any word close to 'hungry' he knew he'd go out hunting. He couldn't be denied the pact.

Feeling your flesh aging and rotting around you was a different kind of torture and Nail couldn't handle it anymore.
#12
Serendipity Riverlands / Calling to the Dawn [closed]
February 20, 2022, 10:29:42 PM
It had been days.

Friend had wandered away during the night a few days ago and while Elk had looked for him for the whole day after he just... Wasn't around. It wasn't the first time that's happened, but it made her anxious every time it did anyway. As it was, and because it had happened before she did what she'd done.

Stay put and camp out for a while. Elk was sitting back on her heels, looking down at the little fire she'd made to keep warm by because her clothes never really managed to do that anymore. Stolen from the soldiers she's killed, her clothing is a mash-up of ill-fitting torn and retied cloth that never truly dried or fit and was worn until it disintegrated.

Elk wasn't too sure how long she'd been sleeping when she heard the birds chirping and the large face nudge at her side. Lavender-blue eyes snapped open and she sat up fast enough to startle a nearby bird that had been snacking on her own food bits she'd collected and kept for when she couldn't hunt. A shiver racked her form and she turned to spot the very face and body of the friend she'd been waiting for.

"Hi Friend," Elk said, voice gruff from sleep before she reached up a cold calloused hand to scratch at the nose of the moose, "I'm glad to see you're back." Elf pushed her hair from her face before readjusting the bandanna she used to keep it from getting into her hairs. Cleaned up, Elk could be called pretty, large light blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair (thought currently it was so dirty it looked nothing like that). There was a natural roundness to her face, though she looked tired and worn but content sitting there in the cold petting her friends face.

"Let's get some breakfast?" She piped up, moving to stand up, grabbing some dirt and pushing the ground around the fire to hide that she'd been there - or at least make some small attempt to. Fire in any forest was a clear tell that there had been a camp.

Elk fixed her clothes, shrugged her shoulders and went off to check the traps she left out. It was a slow rounds, Friend moseying behind her, picked up the few rabbits she'd caught and put them in her sack to be skinned and made up later. While she walked where Friend led her, she kept her eyes out for the wolves she'd seen around a few times - they didn't interact, both too afraid to bother the other, but she knew they needed to eat and there had been an abundance of rabbits which meant she should share.

Or she had wanted to share.

Slowly, since she'd been looking over her shoulder trying to remember the specific area she'd seen the wolves wandering so she could leave a rabbit for them, Elk hadn't been paying attention to her footing. It wasn't a terribly steep hill, but the ground was wet and mossy and all it took was one good slip.

A shrill cry left her mouth when she started, her ankle twisting at an alarming angle from stepping on a slippery stick, the bag of rabbits dropped out of her hand and Elk went tumbling. Elk was usually careful to not get injured. In her life out in the woods she'd only gotten hurt a few times, and even then they were man made wounds. Slices from blades. Bruises from fists. Occasionally a twisted ankle and she'd lean on Friend to walk for a time.

It was the shrill cries from the moose at the top of the hill that kept her conscious. They echoed through the forest and sent shivers down Elk's spine from the monstrous noise. Her breath was coming in short panted gasps from stopping violently against a tree and the wind being knocked from her lungs. Everything hurt and for the first time in a long time she just wished for the comfort of something familiar she'd never had.

"Fr-" she tried to gasp out, reaching her hand before the tears set in and she couldn't see clear anymore. Friend lumbered down the hill, giving his deep guttural cry as if calling for help for his dearest human companion. Elk thought bitterly for a moment that maybe he was calling to those wolves to get a better meal than rabbits.
#13
Ketra / Misery Loves Company [Godlin!]
May 01, 2020, 09:54:42 PM
Today was treat day.

It was humbling when such iconic creatures nosed at Luna's pale hands in the morning reminding her that today was the day that they got their damn treats. It was also humbling when she showed up to her post empty handed and she got to watch several sets of eyes go into a full pout. Sure she had to lean in and squint a bunch to get the full picture, the world wasn't much except for coloured fluff to her, but... She could tell. They were pouting.

Which was why, even though it was almost noon, she had her cloak on, hood over her head to keep the sun off her face. Was she sweating? Absolutely. Luna was extremely uncomfortable. She could feel the sweat trickle down her spine and soak through her shirt. Luna knew that the second she got back she'd have to take a bath and change.

Today was her lucky day though. Luna didn't have to travel too far to collect her treats for her drakelings, which meant there would be minimal wandering around and minimal staring. A superstitious people, Luna didn't enjoy being out in the midst of people too often. Despite being a born and bred Adelan, she was, to her dismay, extremely pale. Her hair was so devoid of pigment it was white, her eyes so blue that light hurt them, she'd had her own fairshare of teasing growing up so, now, she made means to cover up.

Basket in hand, fruits piled into it. She'd exchanged money with the vendor before fixing her hood and tucking her un-basket-ed hand into her pocket. A hesitant peek at the sky, eyes half closed to do so, and she gauged herself to have only been away for half an hour or so. It would be lunch time when she got back, and then bath time for the smallest of the brood. Of course, all that would happen after treats.

So distracted with her thoughts Luna didn't notice that the fuzzy thing in front of her was another person. Which would explain why she unceremoniously walked into them, lost her footing and ended up on her butt. Her hood fell off her head, exposing her pale head of hair. The incident wasn't without a few spectators and, thankfully, only a few of the apple like fruits managed to escape the basket.

"I'm so sorry!" She cried, hand instantly groping for her hood, eyes shut tightly more in an effort to avoid the pain of the bright lights than because of it. Luna quickly moved to rest on her knees to right herself before she fixed her hood and looked down at the set of feet beside her, "I wasn't looking where I was going, I deeply apologize."
#14
Hello All.

I'm going to lazily put links to characters down that are open to plots for short/longterm threads!

Lonely Bird He's a bad guy.
Kal He's a neutral guy(also a lizard)
Lallianolu little homunculus, figuratively just born (knows nothing)
Sindri He's a wolf but pretends to be a people


Pallaton  leader of Adela. Maybe useful for shortterm plots he can dip into and then dip out of.
#15
Sirantil Valley / A Rose By Any Other Name
January 02, 2019, 12:52:12 AM
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It wasn't that he hated Connlaoth.

Sinna did really hate Connlaoth though. A little more so now that he was trapped here for the time being. It was mostly his fault, of course it was, he was a fish out of water here. Couldn't go to a big city because that would probably get him into trouble with the locals. The people in this town were kinda weird and quiet. They sort of meandered slowly like they were dragged along by strings and while it made him uncomfortable, they were letting him stay in their little town for the low cost of lighting some 'street lights' at dusk.

While he wasn't an extravagant mage or even considered himself one... They didn't seem to mind him here. Though there were brief moments of fear and horror in their gazes, they quickly glazed away and they trudged off. Sinna sighed and flicked an ear before he pushed a hand through his hair, frowning up from his bowl of soup. It was awkward to eat but he managed when he did it carefully and slowly, chewing on the stale bread awkwardly and looking up quickly, ears pinning back when there was a younger person who rushed into the tavern, running towards the woman who ran it.

"Mother," The child said quietly, looking at Sinna who was careful to look like he wasn't paying attention.

He relaxed his ears and waved the spoon through the soup while he eavesdropped.

"Yes?" She said just as quietly, voice soft while her hand moved to rest on the boys head.

"Mother there are... There are men coming. Dressed in white." His voice was worried and Sinna took a peek up at the pair before quickly looking bored and preoccupied by soup again. Hm. Strangers dressed in white. Sinna didn't really know anyone who would travel in white. That was horribly impractical. Which meant that it was probably a uniform. Maybe one of those religious people? Sinna chewed on his tongue before he gently pushed away his bowl of soup and smiled at the woman. The deal for being the 'street light' lighter was two meals a day and a place to stay.

Which, to him, was beyond fair and if anything he felt a little guilty for doing it. Still, he needed a place to stay while he figured out his situation and this worked in his favor considerably. Sinna got up, tossing his hair over his shoulder and making sure he looked intimidating before he set out of the tavern. Being rather tall compared to the residents of the town, he had to duck to get out of the tavern.

Sinna stood tall, moving towards the center of town and shifting his stance to appear taller. Predatory. His chin lifted and he watched the strangers, hands loose at his side. He struck an imposing figure. Standing tall at 6'5", his less than human appearance and being so very red Sinna probably looked like a demon of some sort.

"Hello!" Sinna called, arm lifted in a wave, striking a friendly relaxed pose. His voice was lightly accented, his attempt to keep it from being too accented clear in the careful way he spoke. "Welcome to Burg! It's a small town and I've found myself stuck! You look like you know where you're going and I was hoping to get some information about how to catch a boat!"
#16
NAME
Sinna Granato Domenico da Lume

ALIASES
Sinna, Usually

AGE
55

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
? ? ?

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Kulshedra raised as an Ashman

HEIGHT/BUILD
6'5", built with broad shoulders, narrow hips and thicker thighs.

OCCUPATION
Trader/ "Adventurer"

RESIDENCE
Currently? Anywhere he can rest his head.

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PHYSICAL
Sinna is a giant beast of a man. He's built, he's scary and he's red. As a Kulshedra he can open his mouth too-wide and he's got a decent number of teeth to take nibbles out of people. His hair is longer, a little messy and the same bright red as his scales. With his hair being thick and pin straight he tends to tie it back in braids out of his face and lets the rest hang loose more often than tied back in ponytails.

Being a Kulshedra, Sinna is scattered in patches of scales. They're smooth to the touch, not unlike a snake  and cover his cheeks, under his eyes and long ears. They curl under his chin and down his neck, along his collar bone and the tops of his shoulders. His hands are covered in scales, leading his nails to be thicker and claw like if let to grow out. The scales are along his spine, to a long whip like tail, a little unlike regular Kulshedra who have thicker less dexterous tails. His legs are long and he has digitigrade feet, held up by long toed feet ending in claws. Usually he forgoes shoes and makes do with simply wrapping them in fabric if he's feeling cold.

Another unique aspect of his person is at the base of his throat, is the cluster of scales, deep rooted and resembling a gemstone. Unlike other Kulshedra though, his flares out not unlike a flower, having small ridges and appearing to be something akin to a bloomed rose. (if only because roses are red and so is he)

PERSONALITY


ABILITIES
Sinna is a fire mage. Technically. He's adept with controlling it and he enjoys playing with it. Growing up a step-outside of Kulshedra culture he doesn't worship the fire completely but it does hold a special place and he does use his regular curse words. If only because they're more tame in regular company.

RELATIONSHIPS
His adopted father Domenico, whom he loves very much.

HISTORY
Sinna Granato Domenico da Lume was born as simply Garnet. Born to Kulshedra parents on the island inhabited by the Ashmen, his father was good friends with one Domenico and it was a true tragedy that lead baby Sinna to be raised by Ashmen - though no one could think of anyone better than Domenco to care for the baby. After an unfortunate failed attempt to craft his own son, Domenico took in baby Sinna after his long time friend and his mate perished in an accident at sea. His afternoon of watching the child turned into a lifetime of being a father.  Now Sinna travels to places as a trader, shows off his fangs and does his best to lose his accent 'cause he thinks it sounds a little silly with how scary he looks.


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Wanderers and Independents / Belanor Viserryan, Hunter
December 02, 2018, 11:43:08 PM
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NAME
Belanor Viserryan

ALIASES
Bela?

AGE
At least 30something.

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
He isn't picky.

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Dragon(?)

HEIGHT/BUILD
6'4"

OCCUPATION
Hunter of Exotic and Rare Things.

RESIDENCE
Anywhere and everywhere.

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PHYSICAL
Belanor is an interesting looking man. He's tall, broad of shoulder and of hip.  Not completely barrel chested but not triangle shaped. He's built solidly and everything about him could be read as intimidating. His eyes are sharp, pupils slits and an interesting mix of blue, green and yellow. His hair is bright red and pulled back, worn long to his elbows. For the most part Bela looks human except for a few oddities. His jaw is lined with sharp looking scales and while they aren't sharp they can be scratchy. His cheek bones are lined with these same scales and they brush out behind his ears, poking out and making him look like his ears have a slight serrated edge.

The most noticeable feature is the strange scaled horns. They rise up almost antler like in fashion and provide nothing except for a headache when he bangs them against things. While they are boney, they're also covered in the same sharp scales and more often than not, wearing some sort of head covering is required so he doesn't shine brightly. It makes for some interesting looking hats.

His clothing is modest and he usually isn't wearing flashy things. He carries a simple pack, a few blades, a sword, a club and a waterproof bag to carry various bits and pieces in.


ABILITIES
Bela isn't human and therefore has a few extra abilities. His senses are a little more keen. He has good sight, a good nose and fast reflexes.

He also speaks common okay-ish. Have fun.

RELATIONSHIPS
None.

HISTORY
Bela grew up in a secluded village in the Thunderblacks. A strange species of human and beast, they remain secluded and only ventured into towns for things they were unable to make on their own. An affliction of his kind is that, should they choose to shift, they begin to take on physical attributes of the other. For Bela, he's begun to keep scales and a set of horns, the eyes will never return to normal. He's searching for a 'cure' and information for such a thing and, being good at hunting, means that he'll kill fancy things and bring it to people who can make him fancy potions to hopefully rid him of his not so attractive horn-things.


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Rated M for future probably not so awesome things and vague references to boners.

Taeo had his mid-morning free like always. Enough time to have a little moment to himself where he could grab a thing from a shop in town or explore a little. Take in the world, as it were. A few moments of freedom before he hunkered down for the evening of being a near literal pretzel. Taeo didn't relish in his life but he knew some people had it much worse than he did on a regular basis. Still, those weren't his lives and he wasn't about to think himself better off if he thought his life sucked too.

Today, he was dressed plainly. His hair was tied back in a bandanna, braided loosely down his back. He wore a plain tunic, pants tucked into boots. He was very nondescript. The way he liked to be when he wasn't bending backwards and forwards for money. Taeo smiled at passerby's as he walked, looking at the random bits and bobs, the loose fabric. He chewed on his lip while he meandered, dragging his fingers over items he couldn't hope to afford one day.

The only reason no one would immediately expect thievery from him was the fact he was clean. Taeo was fresh faced with clean hair and clean clothes; in fact, he was vain enough to even wear a flowery scent on himself. Anything to keep up appearances of being... Normal.

"Hello, Dear," He heard a voice and his eyes darted up to a larger woman standing behind a stall with beautiful fabric and hair decorations. Taeo smiled at her and he nodded his hello, "Looking for something for your lady?" She teased gently and Taeo shook his head in a gentle no before he looked away and waved off at someone in the distance. Bright blue eyes glanced to the woman when she turned her head to look at who he was waving at and quickly, his hand clasped over an intricate hair clip and he shuffled through a few to hide the spot of the missing clip.

"Hiiii," Taeo said waving again and smiling brightly, then quickly enough he was off.

There was no one he was waving to and he was quick to keep his head down while he walked away. The woman looked a little confused at his quick departure but paid no attention otherwise and simply turned back to her work. Taeo put the clip into his pocket, adrenaline pouring through his system at getting away with it so wonderfully. Something better? Maybe... He chewed on his lip, looking up and around, eyes bright and glancing between various people.

A bigger man got his attention. That meant he was slow, right? Probably? Taeo chewed on his lip for a moment, pushed by bravado before he shuffled a little faster. His shoulder bumped into the giant beast of a man first, his hand brushed against thigh to check for a coin purse before Taeo 'tripped' which pressed his whole top half against the gentleman. Hand slipped into a pocket and... It was something and hopefully that something was worth it. Because he slipped his arm behind his back and looked up and smiled apologetically.

"So sorry!" Taeo said, laughing awkwardly, "I tripped and thank you for unintentionally catching me! Real ego saver! Have a good day!" and then Taeo did something stupid. He ran. His heart was absolutely pounding because when he turned around to look the person he just pickpocket'd was giant and terrifying and Taeo knew he'd made a mistake. Run into the crowd, blend in, no problem. Taeo ran until he got to an alley, not even bothering to look at what he'd stolen before he shoved it into his pocket beside the clip from the lady. Cheeks flushed and out of breath, he pressed himself against a wall and waited. Waited to catch his breath. Waited to calm down.

Maybe he could go replace it?

No that was stupid.
#19
Wanderers and Independents / Taeo, Also a Pretzel
October 10, 2018, 11:49:50 PM

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NAME
Taeo

ALIASES


AGE
Mid-twentiesish? Maybe?

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Big ol' Shrug

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Human-ish? Serenian-ish?

HEIGHT/BUILD
5'6" / Slim, lithe.

OCCUPATION
Thief, contortionist, Thief? Thief.

RESIDENCE
Where ever he plonks down his head, yo!

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PHYSICAL
    Taeo is average height with a slimmer build. Though he's seemingly smaller than a typical man, he's a muscular power house - at least in regards to his own weight. A routine diet to keep him in tip-top shape after he was sold to the troupe and rigorous training from a young age, Taeo is... Unique. Long waist length black hair and strange white tattoo like markings on his arms and up to his throat. He keeps his arms bandaged up when he's not wearing some costume or another simply to avoid people asking questions. Most of the time claiming a disfigurement makes people disinterested.     
    An interesting aspect of Taeo are perhaps his eyes. A slitted pupil and eyes so blue they practically glow. While he has no idea of what his heritage is, he's fairly certain it isn't entirely human. Perhaps not even human at all.


PERSONALITY
There's a strange stubbornness to Taeo. He hates being told what to do - but he grumpily does it. Taeo isn't sure if it's the upbringing of 'owing back' that makes him accept it as it is. Being constantly reminded that he needs to work off debt's owed has soured him to... Just about everyone. His actual interactions with people he can appear as a little bit manipulative. Trying to get what he wants out of people when he can and in anyway he can do it. Taeo will talk his way into a free meal. He'll seduce a new headband out of a pretty lady. Promise things but never keep said promises.

Because they travel a decent amount he's also a bit of a con artist. Sure he isn't broad and powerful but he's handsome enough and sometimes people fall for the false charm. Taeo isn't above scamming people and is more than happy to take free things - even if they're only 'free' after he collects them. (Stealing. It's stealing.)

ABILITIES
Taeo is cold. At least his tattoos are cold. One part of his arm can be warm but when touching the tattoos they're ... Cold. Like a brisk winter wind. He talks to a strange frog that follows him around. He knows he should remember what it is or why it is, but he can't recall. He calls it Hepii-o. It talks to him.

Of his more practiced abilities, Taeo is also a contortionist, his main manner of Not Stolen Income. A fair amount of people are interested in seeing someone fold themselves in half. Though more are disgusted by it than fascinated. Still, it makes him money and he keeps his cut in a small savings pouch he keeps on himself 24/7.

RELATIONSHIPS
His Boss/Owner - Strained. Pays Taeo some money but keeps most of it, but also provides for him? Sort of like Taeo pays him room and board but also without him would have literally nothing. Taeo is a prisoner - because he is unwilling to have nothing.

HISTORY
When Taeo was a young boy, he was sold to a 'freak show' or sorts. He looked relatively normal. Blue eyes, no tattoos. He was taken under the wing of a childless woman from a foreign land Taeo can't recall and she taught him how to bend and move like water. It wasn't until he was in his late teens that sickness took her. Then he began to perform instead of just practice and run errands.

For the most part his life was uneventful except for the whole... Being sold and raised to sit on his own head. Uneventful even when the markings began to show up. The morning he woke up with a weird frog-ghost-thing that talks to him. Still though. His life is the same. City to city. Town to town. Always the same except for the few times he deviates and even then... Nothing is different. He's owned, so he can't leave and what use would a skill like his be?

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Essyrn / Spike, Gladiator Slave.
September 06, 2018, 11:28:03 PM

NAME
Spike

ALIASES
Gladiator. Slave Boy. Sharp One.

AGE
30-something

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Any kind is good.

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Kulshedra-Somethin' Else

HEIGHT/BUILD
6'7"

OCCUPATION
Slave Gladiator

RESIDENCE
Essyrn

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PHYSICAL
Spike is a giant brute of a man. He's darkly tanned with a gentle smattering of red scales along his split cheeks. He has two rather elegant black horns that curl back on his head and curve in a gentle point. Orange eyes and a lethal grin full of sharp teeth add to his general quiet air of power and intimidation.

Muscular and tall perhaps the only thing 'wrong' with him is that instead of a glorious pair of wings on his back is a set of disturbed limbs. Broken at the 'forearm' of the wing never to heal properly or, Spike has two sort of half limbs on his back. The skin colour is a darker more leathery texture there and because they're so awkward he cannot sleep on his back. A few scars litter his torso but nothing outstanding besides his missing wings. Only bad gladiators got wounds and before his missing wings there was little that hurt him.

His hair is long, far longer than what is appropriate - by his previous masters wishes - and he enjoys wearing dangling jewelry, even while fighting. A display of pure cockyness because they'd have to grab it to rip it out. So far, only two earrings have been ripped out - though they've healed nicely.

PERSONALITY
Spike doesn't know tender touches or kindness. He doesn't know how to not shed blood for a meal and he knows that killing is bad but he also knows that sometimes killing is his only option. He's a conflicted person because he knows normal people - non-slaves - usually don't have to kill one another and those that do are punished but... It's his job. He was trained for it. Raised to do it. Specifically bred to be a warrior in the area. Spike, despite his lack of education, is quick witted and while he isn't book smart - he can't read - he is just generally an intelligent person.

As it is. Unfamiliar is bad and he is resistant to change because what happens when things change. So far nothing good has come of it for him.

ABILITIES
He used to fly, but a fight gone sour and too rough broke and amputated those.
He is strong. Dense. Tall. Quick. He doesn't know what he is but he knows he can open his mouth too wide and bit down hard. 
Spike is lethal and sometimes if he tries hard enough he can make candle flickers. Or a gentle nighttime breeze does it. He's never bothered to figure it out.

RELATIONSHIPS


HISTORY

Born of a slave and a master, Spike was bred specifically to become a gladiator. Thus he was raised as such. His mother didn't give him any siblings and he knows his Master to have horns and wings so he gathered that he was the man that fathered him but... Spike had no parents. He had leaders and trainers. Teachers. But no one to pat his head when he fell. No one to hold him when he felt sick. No one to ... Be kind. Tender. Give him the tools to become some semblance of a kind person.

Not to say Spike is without help. He can still learn. Just that the tools he grew up with is 'if punching it doesn't fix the problem, I should probably kick it.' As he grew up, he became an Arena regular, getting his first kill at 12 - some unarmored petty thief that probably cost more to put into the arena than what was stolen - Spike grew to love the attention. It wasn't good, but it felt good. He thrives on cheers. Thrives on the attention.

Now it's safe to say he's a bit of sarcastic monster and will do just about anything for attention. Good or bad. Which of course is never a good thing for anyone.

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