Hello!

I have two characters who are elven princes (Kilarhas and Faelis) who left their elven kingdom and now travel around.  I am thinking about making profiles for their parents and family, but  since they're royalty, I wasn't sure if I could do this, since I'd be RPing them in their kingdom (which I invented).

If I can't do this, I was wondering if I could get their kingdom approved to be a real place, or at least approved so I could write threads that take place in it.  It would only have to be a very small kingdom, basically the castle, the small city around it, and some of the land around that.  It's in Southern Le'raana, somewhere between Zantaric and Le'maari, though closer to Zantaric a bit.

This is mainly a question for @Rhi-Rhi, as they'll make the final decision, but if anyone has any thoughts, those are welcome (and wanted!) as well!

Hello all!

I've been almost completely absent from the site for the past few days/past week, and I'm really sorry about leaving those of you who I have threads with hanging!

I've just been kind of off my game and needed to get back into the swing of things!  I haven't deserted you, but I'm still sorry for just up and disappearing for a few days like I did.

Well, I think I'm back now, but I may not get to some posts for a day or two, though hopefully I can catch up on all of them today!

I hope you guys understand. 

Thanks!
  JackieCat

__________________Quick Stats
Name: Jlyyth
Nick-names: A nickname would be an insult
Age: Appears to be in her late twenties, but is really 50
Lifespan: About 200
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Unknown
Single or Taken?: Single
Species: Amazon
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 190
Eye Color: Blue-gray
Hair Color: Golden
Religion: Worships the Goddess of women and the Sun, Brilil
Occupation: Knight, mercenary
Birth Place: Kishahn Jungle
Location: Travels
Character of mine most likely to. . . Get in a fight to preserve her pride

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Physical Description: Tall and curvy, Jlyyth is a very beautiful woman.  As well as being physically attractive, Jlyyth is well-muscled. She has a long mane of golden hair which is worn down with one thin brad down the side.  Despite living outside, her skin is only slightly tanned.  She wears knee-high leather boots and a short leather skirt.  She wears a silver molded breastplate and silver gauntlets and shin-guards.  She wears a large silver sword on her back and carries a dagger in her belt.

Personality: Jlyyth is a very proud woman, and prefers to fight her fights honorably.  She sometimes works as a mercenary, but would never take a job she deems dishonorable. Though she is fair, she is not overly compassionate, and will exact justice on those she sees as evil.  She is stubborn, and has a hard time being open to other's ideas. She mostly suppressed caring and loving emotions.  She has never loved, but does not feel the need to.  If the right person ever came along, she would possibly fight a romantic relationship, but would most likely succumb to her feelings in the end. However, she views men as lesser beings than women, thinking that almost all of them think less of women, even though this is not often the case.  Though she does not openly abuse males, she treats them with indifference, though that could change. . .(plot? ;))

She loves a fight, and loves to challenge herself in one.

Weaknesses: Her lack of a caring personality may hinder her one of these days. . .  And the fact that she isn't to open to other's suggestions. She would only consider a woman to be a friend, and deems men mentally weak and unjust.

Strengths: She has a very strong sense of right and wrong, and will fight for what she believes to be right.

Likes: Fighting injustice, when women are strong.

Dislikes: Dishonorable beings, males in general

Magic/Abilities: No magic, but she as great fighting ability, with both her weapon and her own body.  She is incredibly strong and fast, and is able to hold her own in nearly any fight.

Family: She left he Amazonian sisters

Friends: Only a few.  The small group of female knights who taught her of honor.

Foes: No exact foes, but she is a fighter of injustice.

History: She was born into an women-only Amazon tribe in the Kishahn Jungle.  Every year, they would go to the nearby tribe of males and conceive for the next generation of Amazons.  The female children would grow u with the Amazons, and the males would be brought back to the male tribe, where they were brought up.  Jlyyth lived with her Amazonian sisters until she was nineteen, when her people were attacked by a band of marauders.  The Amazon's were superior in skill and strength, but there were nearly ten times as many attackers.  Nearly everyone was killed.  The few who weren't were captured by the marauders, and were going to be sold as slaves to fight in the Essryni Colosseum.  As proud as they were, the Amazons would never stoop so low.  Nearly all were killed trying to escape, and Jlyyth was the only one who did. Many of their captors were killed in their desperate dash for safety, and Jlyyth went back in the dark of the night and killed the rest while they slept.  Then she traveled on, and met a group of female knights.  They taught her honor, and Jlyyth felt guilty about killing the men who had captured her and her sisters.  She became one of the knights, honor bound. The knights taught her many things, but one thing they could not change her mind on was her opinion of men, no matter how hard they tried.  After the first few years they stopped trying to persuade her.  After ten years of training and traveling with the knights, she moved on, and now travels the world, fighting injustice.

Current Threads
Rival Partners

__________________Quick Stats
Name: Skiffiles Sirium
Name Meaning: Tattered
Nick-names: Skiff
Zodiac Sign
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Single or Taken?: Single
Species: Wolf-shifter
Height (human):  5' 7"
Height (wolf): 39" paw to shoulder
Length (wolf): 62" nose to tail
Weight (human): 160
Weight (wolf): 160
Eye Color:Yellow
Hair (and Fur) Color: Gray and brown
Affiliation: Neutral
Occupation: Scavenger, rogue
Birth Place: Draconi Woods
Location: Wanders around Draconi Forest in Adela


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Physical Description:
Human: In his human form, Skiff is a small and scruffy, and though he has wiry muscle, he wouldn't win a fight with strength alone.  He has a narrow, thin face and his yellow eyes peer out through his long shaggy locks of gray-streaked brown hair. His lightly tanned skin is marred with many scars, the most notable being one right across the bridge of his nose. He wears simple clothes, knee-high leather boots, brown breeches, a tan tunic, and a short leather jacket.  His weapons in his human form are a few small daggers.
Wolf: In his wolf form, Skiff much resembles his human self.  His fur is scraggly and you can see some of his scars where the fur has not grown back. and he is small and scruffy.  As in his human form, there is a thin scar across his muzzle where the fur has not grown back.

Personality:  His personality is more that of a ferret or coyote than that of a wolf, oily and dishonest.  He weasels and scavenges his way through life, and can be quite snappish.  His difficult personality was the reason he was kicked out of his previous pack.  Though no pack yet has agreed to admit him, perhaps he could learn to be a better person.  Though his nature would suggest it, the idea of being disloyal to his pack and betraying them, would be unthinkable to Skiff, though when he tells this to wolves, they never believe him.

Weaknesses: He's not too honest, though he's never had a reason to be, and he tries to weasel his way into a profitable position, though this often backfires on him.

Strengths: He would never betray his pack (if he had one), ever.  Ever. 

Likes: He really likes being part of a pack (though he denies it, even to himself), as most wolves do, but no one will take him, so he just survives.

Dislikes: He doesn't like wolves who judge him the second they see his scarred hide and scruffy appearance.  Though their judgment would often be correct.

Magic/Abilities: He has no magic other than his shifting abilities.  AS fir fighting. . .  He's a rather dirty fighter, his small size depends on that.  In his wolf form, he uses his teeth and claws as weapons, in his human form, he uses his small daggers to fight, though he prefers his wolf form in dangerous situations.   

Family: Father unknown, in contact with his mother.

Friends: None

Foes: No foes, but the wolves in the surrounding packs dislike him greatly.

History: His mother was a rogue, like him, and he was born in the woods, not knowing who his father was.  His mother, wanting him to live a full life, managed to join a pack.  They lived their quite happily until Skiff was twelve.  He was kicked out of the pack on multiple charges of disturbance and many charges of unnecessarily endangering the pack.  His mother was heartbroken, but Skiff had to go.

Now Skiff wanders Draconi Forest, staying near the many wolf packs, scavenging, and often getting chased out of territories. Sometimes he still meets with his mother near the edge of her territory, but they don't do it often, as the other wolves in his mother's pack don't like him.

Current Threads
Fresh Prey
A Lonely Search

OOC:  Tags to @Arianna Anderson!
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OC:
It was the middle of the day, and Nox was on his way out of a small village.  He had just completed a job for a farmer, hunting, and was going into Draconi Forest.  He had heard that there were a few Wolf-shifter packs in the woods, and a pack was exactly what he needed right now.

The shifter had felt lost and alone ever since that day nearly six years ago when he had been banished from his pack.  That wouldn't have been so bad, but none of his friends or family had tried to even ask the alpha if he could say.  They didn't even say goodbye.

Nox traveled deep into the sun-dappled woods, towards the spot where the farmer had said there was a shifter pack.  He was in his wolf form, as it was much faster to travel that way.  After a hour of walking, Nox reached a small clearing.   There were a few den-like houses, and people and wolves alike could be seen.

Nox padded up to the village, barking a greeting, and looking fondly at the pups playing in the sun.  The shifters looked at him, and while they did not run away, most ignored him, or looked at him suspiciously.  One wolf walked up to him.

"What do you want?" he asked, his tone harsh.

"I'm looking for a pack," Nox said. "May I speak with your alpha?"

Nox knew that this wolf was not the alpha, he didn't smell like one, but he was a beta. The beta shook his head at Nox's request.

"We're not taking in any strays," he said. " Leave."

"You must reconsider-!"

"Go now!" the wolf growled, but Nox didn't move.

"Beta, I implore you-!"

The beta snapped at him, growling.  "Go!". Then he barked, and three other wolves came to stand by him.  Nox growled, but backed away, he knew he would find no home here.  He turned and ran into the woods.

When he was a good distance away from the other pack, he slowed to a walk and transformed back into his human form, sighing.  This was the third pack this month to turn him away.  At this rate, he'd never find a pack.

__________________Quick Stats
Name: Nox Lupus
Name Meaning: Night
Age: 26
Lifespan: The same as a human
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Single or Taken?: Single. . . For now!
Species: Wolf-shifter
Height (human):  6'
Height (wolf): 50" paw to shoulder
Length (wolf): 7' nose to tail
Weight (human): 180
Weight (wolf): 190
Eye Color:Amber
Hair (and Fur) Color: Black
Occupation: Hunter, ranger
Birth Place: Niahi Woods
Location: Wanders

__________________In-Depth Stuff

Physical Description:
Human:  Tall and lean, but muscular.  He has a narrow jaw and shaggy black shoulder-length hair that has a small white streak in it.  His skin is tanned, and he has a thin scar running over his cheekbone  His clothes are simple.  Knee-high black leather boots, black pants, a gray loose-sleeved tunic, and a black vest, as well as a brown cap.  He wears a gray cloak and on his belt there are several pouches and sword and dagger.
Wolf: His wolf form is larger than a regular wolf, and he has shaggy pitch black fur with a small spot of white on his chest.

Personality: Since he lost his pack, he has been quite reclusive, but he used to be a very playful and happy young man.  The past few years he has been wandering and looking for a pack and a mate.  If he were to find one, or someone else to bond with, his old self would return.  He is very brave, and, as a pack being, very loyal and feircely protective of those close to him.  He used to be outgoing and bold, but his loss has hidden that part of him.  He loves pups, and would love to have some of his own someday.

Weaknessess: Loyal to a fault

Strengths:  Very loyal and brave, and would fight to the death for anyone he cares about.

Likes: Being a member of a pack, pups, and has a weak spot for sweets.  He also enjoys hunting and running and swimming!

Dislikes:  Flies.  He doesn't like flies.

Magic/Abilities: No magic, other than his shifting ability.  He can fight quite well with his teeth and claws, and in his human form be is skilled with his sword and dagger, though not extraordinarily good.

Family: Not in touch

Friends: Not in touch

Foes: No foes exactly, but hates the leader of his old pack

History:  Both of his parents were shifters, and he lived with them and their pack in Niahi Woods .  They lived quite comfortably, and when he was nineteen, he begain courting another wolf in his pack, a female named Kirna. A year later they were still together, were quite happy, and Nox had just risen to the rank of beta.  But then the pack was attacked by a rival group of wolves.

They fought fiercely, but they were outnumbered ten to one, and the alpha was killed.  The alpha of the rival pack took charge, but he was a cruel leader. Nox spoke out against him, but everyone was to scared of the new alpha.  Then the new alpha fell in love with Kirna, and she fell in love with him, even though he still was an awful and unfair leader.  Nox spoke out at him one last time, and was banished from the pack, 'for being an insufferable thorn in my side' as the alpha had said.

And if that wasn't bad enough, his family and friends didn't do anything to stop it.  They wouldn't even look at him.

So Nox left, and has traveled the land ever since, hunting and doing ranger work for a living.

Current Threads
A Lonely Search

Faelis Gindien was basically in the middle of nowhere.

Sure, he knew where he was, and he liked the dense forests of Ravensway, but he was on a mission, and he was in somewhat of a pickle.

He was on his way to Arca, and was after something very valuable.  He was going to steal an expensive artifact from an even weather lord.  The artifact was a goblet, made out of of pure obsidian, and studded with sapphires.  It was the dream if many thieves to steal it, and Faelis was no exception.  It was such a beautiful piece, and the elf thief needed to steal it.

It wasn't that the elf was poor, on the contrary, he was quite well off, but the lure of stealing was what made him do it.  The thrill of outwitting some snobbish lord, the excitement of sneaking where he shouldn't be, the feel of victory when he completed a heist.

Faelis didn't really even care about the item he got, and he only kept the actual coins that he stole, and sometimes a small trinket that he really liked.  Mostly he just gave away what he stole, though with something recognizable like the goblet, he would probably sell it to some other thief, for if he gave it to a random person, if they were found with it, they could be framed, and while Faelis was a thief, he didn't want to harm anyone, hence the reason he did not steal from the poor.

It was a very dangerous job, but that's what Faelis liked about it.  If it was easy, it would be boring, and where's the fun in that?

He was thinking about the goblet as he walked through the dappled sunlight under the trees.  He was looking forward to this, but the only problem was, he needed another person to help him.

Sure, he could just hire a person in Arca, any he'd be happy to split the profit with the other person, but there was always that large possibility that the thief you hire is not as nice as you are, and they'll stab you in the back the first chance they get after the goblet's stolen.

Faelis had had some bad experiences with that.  He had managed to avoid being stabbed the first time, and from the second, he still had a scar on his shoulder.  It would have been through his heart if he hadn't dodged away.

So he needed someone he knows he can trust. . . But where would he find such a trustworthy person who would help him steal. . ?

I would really like to join Remanants of the Earth, but there doesn't seem to be much activity there, at least not compared to here :(. 

The real reason for this post is to kind of 'bump' Remanants, and to see if anybody else wants to join with me, to perhaps give SotE's sibling site a little more love!

OOC: Tags to @DragonSong!
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Ishka was, frankly, very nervous.  For the past seven years she had a stable life, not a thriving one, but she knew what she would be doing the next morning, knew where she would sleep, where she would eat, and that, while she was lonely, she was not on the streets.

But now her former master, a minor Lord in Serendipity, had told her of another job that would be open to her, and that she would be a fool not to accept.

Ishka would have been perfectly fine with not taking the job and working under the same lord, but he was firing her, and that's why he had told her of another noble who was interested in a servant girl.  Her now-former master hadn't been a cruel man, but he had been quite harsh and unforgiving to her and all his subordinates, though now he was firing her due to a small slip-up she had made, and another woman whom he thought would do better in her place, despite the fact she had served him faithfully for seven years.

But he had suggested another job to her, and now she was her way to her new employer's home, and the place she would from then on spend her time.

The residence wasn't far from her former masters mansion, so she walked, not that she had the money to travel any other way even if she wanted to, her few belongings in a small bag over her shoulder, the most important among them her sketchbook and her few pencil stubs, as she had no money for ink or a pen.  She walked up to the servants entrance and knocked on the door.  It was opened by a middle aged man dressed in simple clothes.  Ihka curtsied politely.

"I am Ishka Vallire, Sir, and I was told that there was a job here I could have."

The man nodded and smiled. "There is, just come inside and I'll get you acquainted."

"Thank you, sir," Ishka said, following him inside the estate.  As he showed her around the house he explained what her duties would be, she found them much the same as her last job, though this house was much nicer and more inviting.  She did not glimpse any people who seemed like they could be the owner of such a mansion, and Ishka wondered what kind of people she would be working for now.  She hoped they would not be heartless, but considering she only had experience with one kind of master, she didn't really know what to think.   All she knew of her employers was their names, which the man,whom Ishka learned to be a head servant named Seerit, told her.

When he finished showing her around Seerit, who was actually quite kind and friendly, showed her to where she would be staying.

He left and she set her things in the small chest next to her bed.  Her quarters were very similar to those she had had previously, though slightly larger and nicer.  Three female servants would share a room, and Ishka's bed was nearest to the window.  Once her things were stowed away, Ishka went to the window and peered out.  Her window was looking out the side of the manor, but she could just see around the corner of the house to the front yard area, where a rider was just coming in.

Ishka stepped away from the window and sat upon her bed, sighing.  This job would be much the same as the last one, if not worse, as she had no idea who her masters would be.  It would be boring, tedious, and lonely, except now she had to completely adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings and unknown people who may or may not be cruel. 

Ishka did get her hopes up.

__________________Quick Stats
Name: Ishka
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Single or Taken?: Single, as of now
Species: Human
Height:: 5'3"
Weight: 110
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Light brown
Skin Color: Very light, almost pale
Religion: May pray to a god or goddess, but no specific religion
Occupation: Servant
Birth Place: Rillaria, Serendipity
Location: Rillaria, Serendipity


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Physical Description:Ishka is rather small, but she does have some rather full curves, and while her servant's dress reveals nothing, it accent some of her form, though as a servant, she tries to go unnoticed.  She has brown hair with a tint of gold that is always tied back inot a tight bun ad covered with a small cap.  Her skin is rather pale and her eyes are a dark green colour.  She wears a simple gray dress that falls down to her ankles with three-quarter length sleeves, and over that she wears a white apron. 

Personality:  She keeps her head down, and is quite submissive.  Being quite pretty, she gets some unwanted attention from the other male servants and guards, but she usually declines any advances on their part and keeps to herself.  She is very quiet, and is the kind of girl most lords and ladies would want as a servant, she doesn't talk much, doesn't ask questions, and does her job like she should.  She does her work without complaint, but that doesn't mean she likes it.  She is very lonely, and is scared of attention of any sort, as is her experience, if you've done something wrong, you get attention, if you do something right, you are left alone.

Weaknesses:  She doesn't stand up for herself perhaps as much as she could.  She is, physically, not super strong, but she has some muscle from doing servants work.

Strengths: Not many strengths, actually :P.  She's good at her job, I guess.

Likes: She loves drawing, and any time she has a spare moment, it will be alone with her sketchbook.

Dislikes:  She's always lonely, so she naturally hates it.

Magic/Abilities: No magic that she knows of.

Family: All died of a sickness when she was ten.

Friends: The other maids are friendly with her, but she doesn't know how to be friends with anyone, so it's never gone anywhere.

Foes: No foes

History: She lived in Rillaria with her parents, and was quite happy, until they die of a sickness when she was ten.  For the next few years she lived on the streets, and that time made her very submissive.  When she was thirteen and looking for work, she was hired by a minor Lord, and has worked for them ever since.

Finished Threads
Out of the Old, Into the Same
Current Threads

OOC:  Tags to @Klezmer Gryphon!
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Keyne was having trouble flying.  Despite the dragon's size, the wind blew forcefully under her wings and above them, simultaneously pushing her up and down, causing her to almost lose control.  The buffering wind pressed against her as she flew downward, she knew she had to get out of the storm.  Rain was pouring down in sheets, and thunder boomed across the sky.  A lightning bolt hit the ground not a mile away as Keyne landed on the earth.  The dragon felt the electricity flash through her bones, and she ran forward in the wind.  She was out in the open, but her sharp eyes caught a rock formation in the distance, and she made for it.  She was glad there were not many trees about to be hit by lightning.

When she got to the formation she saw it was large, good, there might be a cave to find shelter in.  She looked around the base of the rocks, and found a small opening just big enough to slip into.  Glad to find relief from the storm, Keyne poked her head inside, but cautiously, sniffing for any sings of other animals who may have sought out the cave for shelter, as she had.  She smelled nothing but the rain and stone, and even though it was pitch dark in the cave, Keyne used her night vision to see.  The cave was fairly small, but large enough so that two dragons of Keyne's size, five feet at the shoulder, could sleep in it comfortably.

Sure it was clear, Keyne stepped into the cave, happy to be dry.  Keyne didn't mind storms, in fact, she liked them, and loved the rain, but this one was more severe than most, and the dragon would enjoy it from inside the newly found cave.  It was fairly quiet in the cave, but she could hear the sounds of thunder and rain outside, it was quite cozy, in fact.

She curled up on the stone and blew a flame of blue fire into her paws.  She set the flame on the floor, at it sat there, lighting the room dimly.   It didn't need any wood to burn, but if she had put it on wood, it would have turned into normal fire, no longer blue or magical.

Keyne rested her head on her paws and closed her eyes.  Within minutes she was asleep, but she was not unaware of the things happening around her.

 __________________Quick Stats
Name: Kashka Ramon
Name Meaning
Nick-names: Her family called her Kash, but since she left them, she hasn't gotten close enoguh to anyone for them to call her by a nick-name.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Single or Taken?: Single
Species: Human
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 135
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Reddish-blond
Affiliation: With the magic-users of Connlaoth
Religion: Unknown
Occupation: Secret magic-using mage.
Birth Place: A small village near the capital city of Connlaoth
Location: Anywhere in Connlaoth
Most Used Phrase(s): Swears a lot. . .


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Physical Description: Short, but not petite, muscled, but curvy and moderately attractive.  She has pale skin, reddish-blond hair, and olive green eyes.  All in all, she looks like your average Connlaothian.  She wears a loose brown tunic with a form-fitting vest over, the long sleeves of the tunic are wrapped tightly around her wrists by strips of dark leather.  Her pants are also loose, but wrapped tight around her legs below her knees.  She wears leather gloves and mid-calf high boots, as well as a fur-lined cloak.

Personality: Very blunt and stubborn, she won't give up.  She is hotheaded and can get worked up easily, though she manages to keep her identity hidden and not blow up when she heard people talking negatively about magic-users.
Despite her pigheadedness, she's a very kind young woman, and would never hurt children or kill innocents, though she would punch a few noses if she got really mad.  She kills when she has to, but only those who are wrong-does in her eyes, and who are trying to hurt others, though she is often merciful.  She wishes that she didn't have to kill, but she believes it a necessary evil in order to bring justice to magic-users. Most of the time instead of directly killing, she gather information to be used against those against magic.  Often she doesn't even let other mages know she is a mage for fear they will accidentally (or not!) betray her.

Weaknesses: Her stubbornness can sometimes get her into trouble

Strengths: Also a weakness, her stubbornness makes her very loyal, and very unwilling to back down and to go through with what she said she would do.

Likes: She really likes bread.  Like, a lot.  She would eat it every day if she had the money.  She also likes goats a lot for some reason, and she wishes she could have a goat farm if this war would ever end.

Dislikes: People who are against mages.  She doesn't hate them, and will try to reason with them and see their side of the story, but most often she disagrees.

Magic/Abilities: She keeps them a secret. (AKA: I don't know yet! :P)

Family: She ran away from them as soon as she realized she needed magic, and needed to help out in the war.  She left because she didn't want to endanger them.

Friends: None, currently

Foes: Not any exact foes, and she doesn't hate those who are against magic, but she just wants to help them see that it isn't all that bad.

History She was born in a small village near Reajh, and lived there with her two younger siblings and her parents.  Kashka didn't always have magic, but when she was very young she started to wonder about it, and she went to the library nearly everyday to read about it.  She started to practice magic then, though her parents, feeling the tension that people felt towards magic-users , tried to discourage her, but once she started with magic, she knew it was a part of her, and she could not leave it, nor it her.  Then the war started, and two years in, when she was only thirteen, she left her family to protect them, since she was a mage, they could be in danger.  Then she started to help the magic-users, and she still in, six years later.

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Current Threads

Okay, these questions are mostly for @visualspice, since she's the one who made up the whole plotting pages for this, sooooo. . .

There's a ton of stuff on the Connlaoth Civil War, and I'm wondering if I have to read all of it, or are there just a few really important places that I should know about?  I'm not opposed to reading the whole thing, I would just like to know what I should really focus on.

And another question, on the Plotting Page for this event, it says in the first post,

Quote from: visualspice on June 12, 2013, 02:09:57 PM

*This is an event for Connlaothian Characters Only. No outsiders, demons or god-like characters will be admitted at this time.

But then near the bottom of the second post it says,

Quote from: visualspice on August 26, 2013, 01:06:31 PM

It does not prohibit non-Connlaothians from joining, but please just have a realistic reason for any outsiders to participate! Thanks!

That kind of got me confused!  :P

If you are looking mostly for Connlaothian characters now, I'd definitely make one if I'm going to join, but I'd like to know if outsiders are admitted as well.

Thanks!

Hey everyone!  As some of you may have noticed, (or not :P) I haven't posted in the past few days, sorry about that!

I was gone and unable to post, and I'm sorry I didn't post here saying I'd be off-site for a few days.

Sorry for the inconvenience, and I will get back to posting now that I'm back.
  JackieCat

Hello all!

Lately, I have not been as active as I have been in the past, and things might stay like this for a while.  I'll get to posts when I can, but it may be a while between my posts.  Maybe soon I'll be back in full swing! but not now, I'm just not in my writing 'groove'.  :P

I am not dropping any threads, and I am not leaving the site, just pulling back a bit.  I'm sorry to those of you I've been RPing with, but as I said, I'll still be posting, just slower.

Thank you all, and I hope you understand! :))

  JackieCat

__________________Quick Stats
Name: Revvil
Name Meaning: Slink
Age: 25
Life Span: 100 years
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Unknown
Single or Taken?: Single
Species: Draconian
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 140
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: No hair
Affiliation: Neutral Evil
Religion: Unknown
Occupation" Pirate, thief
Birth Place: A seaport
Location: Mostly seaports and the sea

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Physical Description: Revvil is bipedal, and his legs and feet are digitigrade, which means that he walks on his toes, like a dog, his foot is very long and his heel never touches the ground.  He is always in a crouch, as if ready to be attacked at any moment, which makes him seem smaller than he really is, though the two wings that are positioned between his shoulder blades make him seem a bit larger, though he keeps them tucked tightly away.  All the same, he can be quite intimidating.  His hands and feet are equipped with talons and he has a long spined tail.  He is wiry and thin, his skin covered in copper scales and his head is dragon-like, with a thin muzzle and very sharp teeth.  His ears are fairly small and he has two horns on the top of his head.

He wears a ripped and dirty tunic and short pant that barely reach below his knee, also ripped.  His armor is an assortment of leather and one or two plate armor pieces.  He carries a rapier and a jagged dagger on his belt.

Personality: Revvil is a lying sneak, a con artist, a pirate.  He will go far to achieve his goals, and has never once been truly loyal, but that could change.  He is quite sly and can be charming, in a disturbing way, but he is most often sullen and moody.

Weaknesses: He only cares for himself, and has only ever worked for himself.  He does't know the meaning of love or kindness.

Strengths: He is a very talented liar, and can worm his way out, or in, of nearly all situations.

Likes: Money, personal gain.

Dislikes: Doesn't really like anyone other than himself.

Magic/Abilities: He has no magic, despite the general magic-ness of his dragon ancestry, making him able to sense some other magic types.  He is a skilled spy and liar, as well as being fairly adept with wielding his weapons, his teeth and claws, and his tail.  He is good at sneaking into places and can pick some locks.  He cannot fly, but he can glide for some distance.  He has night vision as well as heightened smell, hearing, and strength.

Family: None he knows of, or cares about

Friends: None yet, he only works for personal gain.

Foes: No exact nemeses, but many enemies.

History: Revvil was born into a group of draconian bandits, his parents abandoned him when they were passing through a dirty seaport.  Revvil lived in that town, lying and stealing for a living, until he was nine, when he snuck aboard a sailing ship.  A pirate ship.  They found him, and instead of killing him there, they took him on as a cabin boy.  He left that ship a few years later when they docked in another lowlife seaport.  He stayed there for a while before being hired onto another pirate ship.  He left that one after a while, stayed in a seaport for a bit, then went onto another ship.  That was how he lived his life, going from one ship to the next, always staying with lowlifes just like him.  Currently, he is looking for another ship to sail on.

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I see that in the Discard Pile, in Archives, then in Dead Submissions there is a spot called 'Bestiary' where some people (two!) have profiles for races.  Since it's in the Archives, I'm assuming it's dead, but I think that that if it were reveived it would be a good place for members to post more about their races so other players would know more and be able to play a character of that race.  I know I would post there!

Just putting this out here.  So, what does everyone think?    ???

I'm looking for some plots!

I have a newly created character here named Warn, and he's a guard at a lord's castle in Adela!  I have an idea for a plot, but if anyone can think of something else they'd like to do, let me know!

So, here's my idea.  The lord that Warn works for has some servants, or rather, slaves, and Warn, along with the other guards, sometimes has to watch them, you know, bring them to and from their rooms each night, watch them when they go outside.  Warn starts guarding one slave more frequently, and then start to sympathies, realizing exactly how bad slavery is.  Warn starts to help the slave, and eventually frees them.

If the slave is female, perhaps a romance could start, though by no means does there have to be romance even if the slave is a woman!  We could just go with friendship, be the slave male or female!

If anyone has a slave character and who is interested in RPing, post here! :))

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Name: Warn Danish
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Single or Taken?: Single
Species: Human
Height: 5'9"
Weight160
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color Brown
Religion: Unknown
Occupation: Guard, soldier
Birth Place: Adela
Location: Adela


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Physical Description: Very ordinary looking, though not unattractive.  He had brown eyes and brown hair that is often pulled back in a brown ponytail.  His skin is tanned, but not very dark, and he is fit, though not very large.  He wears a simple gray long sleeved shirt and over a dark brown vest that falls down to just above his knees.  His dark brown pants are tucked into tall leather boots, and he wears a leather belt where a longsword and a dagger are sheathed. When he is on guard outside he wears a long grey hooded cloak.   

Personality:  When he's on guard, he is like any other guard, does his job, serious and stern.  He enjoys a drink here and there with the other guards, and when he's with them he can talk and laugh like any other guy, but they never get too personal.  He loves his family dearly, and is vary caring when it comes to his younger siblings.  He is conservative in his beliefs, but only because he doesn't know to much about other people's views, if he was shown another way, he wouldn't be super closed-minded.  Maybe a little at first, but he could open up.

Magic/Abilities: He can fight well with his sword and dagger together, and he can throw his dagger as well, but he has no magic or other extraordinary powers.

Family:

Mother: Alive, 48
Father: Alive, 53
Sister: Alive,23
Sister: Alive,20
Brother: Alive,17
Sister: Alive,13
Brother: Alive,10
Sister: Alive,7
Brother: Alive,5
Sister: Alive,2

Friends: The other guards are his friends, and while they talk and laugh, they aren't very close.

History: Warn was born into what would become a large family.  He was the oldest, and when he was twelve, he left home to work in the mansion of a rich lord.  There he worked as a servant for a year, but then he started to train as a guard.  He finished his training when he was sixteen, and has been a guard ever since.  He does not necessarily agree with the lord he works for or his morals, but he and his family need the pay, and he's trained himself not to think about it or notice it.  He gets to visit his family once a moth for two days at a time.

OOC: This thread is tagged to @Midnight!
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Karishk Mealin nearly broke the man's wrist, though it must have been sprained.  He yelped and pulled his hand away from her money pouch.  He turned and disappeared into the crowds.  Karishk had no intentions of following him, no, the bounty hunter was content with knowing he hadn't stolen her money, and she was on a job.

She had been tasked with capturing a thief for a guild of other thieves.  Apparently the thief Karishk was charged with capturing had done something to anger the guild of thieves,something that Karishk hadn't been told any details of.  But this was her job.  All she had been told was that the thief was a middle-aged man with turquoise hair, had two katanas as his weapons, and that he was going to be taking a caravan out of Essyrn in the next week.

Karishk aimed to capture him before he left, for that would make things less complicated.  But now she had gotten a tail on the man, and she knew she was close to finding him.  She may even find him today.

She stopped in front of an old building several stories high.  It was an inn, and if the information she had procured was correct, the thief was in this building.

She went inside, and asked for the man by description.  She was met with a headshake.  "S'rry," the man at the bar said. "I cannat give out who be stayin' at ma inn.  If ya want ta find sommone, you got to go find um yerself."

Karishk narrowed her eyes, but nodded and went up the stairs to the first floor where rooms were.  She went along and tried each door.  Most were unlocked and empty, and the few that were locked, when she knocked, the door was opened by someone who wasn't who Karishk was looking for.  of course, if the thief had companions, one of them could have opened the door, but from what the bounty hunter knew, the man was traveling alone.

Karishk knew she had come to the right door when she tried the handle, it was locked, she knocked, and heard scuffling inside, as if someone was packing up their things extremely fast.

"Open up!" she said loudly, and there was no answer.  She took a step back, and kicked the door.  It flew open, revealing the thief.  His eyes widened when he saw her, and he dashed for the window, which was open.  She ran after him, but he was out before she got there.  He landed and rolled on the street, taking off.  Karishk followed, landing on the street in a roll as well, and took off after the man.

He was fast, but she was faster.  She cornered him in an alleyway, where they both drew their weapons.

"Drop your swords," Karishk said. "And I won't hurt you."

"You won't!" the man said. "But the people you're working for will!"

Karishk nodded. "You have a point."  Then she attacked.  He was an okay fighter, but Karishk was better, and in a matter of minutes both of his sword were lying behind her, out of his reach, and Karishk's sword was at his throat.