( @paganchick )

It was supposed to be a simple job.

There was an escaped slave and Yuuki had been hired to bring her back. No problem. Slavery was as natural as breathing where he was from and sometimes escaped slaves happened. No biggy. He was going to get paid and he even brought a gag to keep said slave from making too much noise or begging.

He always felt like an asshole when they begged.

Yuuki chewed on the inside of his cheek, this was the general location he'd followed the tracks to. A few days of wandering around and he felt like he was getting close. There was little information, and he did his best to not look like exactly what he was doing. So, feeling like he was close, with the sun going down he sighed, dropping his pack beside a larger tree and set up his small camp. No tent was made, but he made himself comfortable leaning against the tree once he'd started the fire.

Now he had to figure how to catch her. Part of him was hoping against all hope that the smell of (meager) food and the warmth of fire would draw her in, he knew she was around here somewhere.

Slowly, he left his eyes drift closed, listening to the sound of nature and the crackling of the fire.

( @Rhi-Rhi !! =D )

The wedding had been lovely.

At least, Gardenia was sure it looked lovely. She felt like a princess, covered in jewels and yards of silk and fluffy fabrics and perhaps resembled a bell a little too much. The night had fallen and while the reception was still going on in the dining hall, the newly wed couple had been ushered away for their... Gardenia frowned, staring off at nothing while her maids helped her remove the dress. There was one upside to getting married she supposed, she'd never have to wear that dress again.

What an awful dress. Finally the skirt was off and she rubbed at a bruise on her hip from the weight of it, frowning at the idea of her new husband not having to walk around with who knows how many pounds of fabric hanging off of his ass. "Darling, it's your wedding night, do look more pleased about it? You'll frighten the young lad off before anything happens."

"Good."

Gardenia said bitterly before frowning at her personal maid who tsked at the bruises and went about getting her a wrap. She wouldn't need clothing, not for the activities she was supposed to be pursuing tonight. What a mess. Hyacinthe, the boy she'd been married to, had been left in her room and Gardenia just looked down at herself.

With her hair brushed out, the bell dress gone and the wrap she'd been given not leaving much to the imagination her maids ushered her into her bedroom through the side door and closed it gently. So she stood there. Stared down at the ground. What was she supposed to do? How did people do this? Well, she knew how but... Taking a deep breath she finally looked up and..

"Don't read that!" She rushed over to him and ripped the book from his hands, tossing it over her shoulder half way across the room simply because then he couldn't reach it without having to go past her. "Don't you know it's rude to touch other people's things?" Gardenia wanted to tack his name onto the end of that, say it all seethingly and like the word tasted bad, but still, even know, she wasn't sure if she'd say it wrong because she'd only said it maybe twice.

(@Lion)

It was like any other day. Callista worked in the floral shop during the evening after she woke up, making bouquets, setting aside flowers for orders and generally just helping out. Sometimes there was a job for the night, sometimes there wasn't. There was tonight and after the sun had gone down, she'd gotten ready slowly, humming a little tune Carn taught her while she got dressed. It was as tight as it could get, black to hide any blood. Form fitting to keep it from snagging on anything.

The mask was put on, a simple black covering and the hood shortly followed. The dagger was placed in a sheath in front of her chest, a perfect view for the eye to watch for her. Usually there was no asking before she simply melted into the shadows. Carn kept his end of the deal when she did.

Just like the shadow's she turned into, she was simply gone from her room. The mark tonight wasn't far off. A minor but wealthy man, and he had... Enemies... That paid handsomely for his demise. Callista didn't care about the details - she'd never cared before - she was just told to go and so she did. Before long she'd slipped into the window of the bedroom, the night was young and she'd been told he was at a party.

She scoffed silently, looking around his bedroom. Pristine. Everything was in it's perfect place, the bed was made and she quickly went about removing Carn and placing him on the bedside table within arms reach. Then she removed her clothing, tucking the black cloth under the bed and rearranged herself naked over the covers and waited. There were great pains to cover the scars on her face and neck, adjusting her dark hair to cover things just so.

Tonight, Callista was a gift from a friend of the mans. Officially. To give him pleasure unlike any he'd dreamed of and then she was to help him to sleep. Forever. So, she waited, reclined on the bed, humming the lullaby her man eating dagger taught her and giving that same dagger an occasional glance, glaring at him ever so slightly when he looked at her with interest in his eye.

So. These weapons were once great warlocks. Like really. The were peoples once.

They are from Fell. But things get a little hazy between then and now and most of them remember vague details, if any. The reason they have been around this long is a. they're magical artifacts. B. they've been hibernating.

It's a full set of weapons, give or take.  The one major thing they remember is that they were powerful mages and their names. Though some may remember tunes or small insignificant things.

I've named them after legendary weapons for the most part, because I'm a dirty cheat and didn't want to come up with new names!

So, we have....

The Bow  Tristan. Never misses. He belongs to Taich.

The Dagger  Carnwennan. Shrouds user in shadow. He belongs to Callista. Carn has been reborn as Reinier

The Sword - Claíomh Solais -  pronunc. roughly /kleeve-solish/ - Emits light when needed (or when he wants to be a jerk)

The Shield - Svalinn. Unbreakable, gives to no weight. Another perk, it floats and can totally be used as a raft. Svalinn would probably not enjoy that though.

The Spear - Vel - Very sharp, can easily cut through stone (Provided Vel likes you.)

The Mace - Ayamur - It's light to it's user but can become extremely heavy to whatever it comes into contact with when chosen to. Makes for some violent violence, since.. Y'know. A mace.


Note! You do NOT have to make a new character for these if you want one! They could have had such a weapon the whole time, it just finally woke up/you made a deal!


The Deal!

So, in order for these weapons to 'lend their power' they require something. Be it your soul, your first born child for their gullet or... Whatever. Usually something pretty heavy, but that will come after the goal is achieved. Sometimes it's small requests like 'hey, let's go to over there and you pour some coffee in my mouth'. Sometimes it's something big like 'I have this cup i want, let's go ransack a tomb', if the person wishes to keep their deal going with the weapon, it's in their best interest to go along.

So, basically, it's give and take.

The weapons lend their powers and they take payment. Being fed is part of keeping them around otherwise they'll just flip you the invisible bird and go to sleep.

They're powerful weapons and things may or may not get bad if you choose to slap one on your characters.

Also.

These guys aren't nice. It's doubtful they'll be buddy-buddy with their carrier simply because these are some seriously powerful dudes (and maybe dudettes) that have been stuck as objects for who knows how long.

Uuuuh. That's all I can ramble about. Any questions? Ask 'em! =D

want a weapon? I'll describe it for you because I haven't drawn them all yet. My character profile of Taich has a general idea of what they'll look like, since Tristan is in her picture.

(TW: Blood, rape, murder. Generally Bad Things. Avert your eyes, ye innocent ones!)

It was always a risk, going out on her own.

Carnwennan was hungry and her part of the deal was to feed him.

So, Callista had the dagger ready, looking down at the eye on the hilt before it closed and shifted into a mouth, giving it's lips a lick at the idea of being fed. It'd been a few weeks, she was supposed to feed him days ago but there had been work to do. So now, now she was out and she sighed at the dead rat in her hands.

"C'mon, I don't have time to give you a whole somebody," Callista hissed at the dagger who simply made a growling noise, refusing the rat.

"I don't want a rat. I need energy from things that are not rats."

"Fine!" Another hiss and she prowled around. The mask she'd pulled down to talk to the dagger was pulled up again and she pulled the hood up as well. Tonight she was dressed in form fitting clothing, leaving little to the imagination. Also leaving little cloth to make noises or get hooked on things. For the most part Callista prowled the streets quietly, keeping her eyes open and simply listening.

The sound of glass breaking and a scuffle broke her silence and she looked towards a tavern, a door closing roughly, leaving the street in darkness. Callista took careful steps toward the noises, a woman's soft pained cries, the sharp sound of flesh against flesh. The cry of curses to the stars. The sound of someone being hit. Finally she rounded the building and gave a bored look to the scene in front of her before she looked down at the dagger and she knew the look in that eye.

Good.

That rat wouldn't do, but this rat would.

Silently she stepped behind the man and the dagger was shoved into his back. It took a moment too long for the man to notice the sharp pain in his ribcage but by then the crying woman was scrambling away and fixing her skirts and generally just getting away. Callista didn't bother to notice, she was't here to save some poor woman, finally she'd caught her dagger a meal.  The man wasn't dead yet though and he whipped around violently, his elbow connecting with her head, her hood falling off before she sunk down the wall, grinning up at him through the mask.

A slash at his leg with the dagger and another smooth plunge to his chest with hit and he crumbled on top of her, the blood seeping down the dagger and onto her chest. It was warm and sticky and she sighed, more chores to do before she'd go back to the shop. It was a rare night where she didn't have to wash blood out of her clothing and it seemed tonight wasn't one of those rare nights.

The noises the dagger made while it licked the blood from it's lips disgusted her, but this was part of their deal and she quite enjoyed being able to blend into the night. So, Callista waited for the dagger to eat his fill and it wasn't until the body was a skeletal, dried out husk that she shoved it aside and sat up, cross legged and glared down at the dagger.  The eye looked at her and she frowned at it, "There. Was that good?"

"Delicious, you have a little on your... Bring me up and I'll get it."

Callista brought the side of the dagger to her face and she felt a tongue brush against the side of her mouth, blood from being hit on the head having split her lip.

"So tasty. You know, you've done far more worse things than he ever did."

Frowning slightly, she moved to get up, facing away from the alley before she poked the dagger in the eye, only for it to quickly turn into a mouth and bite her. "Fine. Fuck you too." The dagger went silent and she slowly turned around to stare at a shadow, the moonlight behind them obscuring their features. Oh dear.

"Uh... Hi. Nice night for a walk, isn't it? Fellow... Night Walker."

Yeah. That'd fool them. Now her dagger was grumpy and she knew he wouldn't help her out of this.

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Name Callista Rose
Age Early Twenties(probably)
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Half Adelan, Half Serenian
Height 5'3"
Occupation  Slave to a quiet floral shop...  Assassin, prostitute/whatever she gets told to do.
Residence Arca, Serendipity

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Physical Description
Callista is a lovely young lady.

Once you look past the scars.

They tell the stories she refuses to.

Generally she wears unflattering clothing, over sized dresses that bunch in the right places to hide her features. By day she is mostly very average. Her hair is a dark blue mixed with dark reds and purples and her eyes are a lovely lavender grey.

The left side of her face there is a scar from a knife that had cut up along the side of her mouth and along her neck are various other scars. Callista doesn't talk about them and generally refuses to acknowledge their presences.

Personality
Uuuuh.... Probably not very peppy. I mean. her only "friend" is a dagger ... soooo.

Magic/Abilities
Callista is in posession of a dagger named Ç̬̲͓͚̲͕̪̖̰̙͍̣̠͖͍͠á͏̧͚̭̠̩͔͍̳̠̼̕͜ŕ̵̗̱̼̭́̕n̵͕̻̦̮͇̤̫̱͉̞̳̬̪̕͝ẃ̷̡̘̺̬͈̥̹̰͓͙̯͖̬̰̰̗̮͉̲͠e̵̹͚̗̞͢ǹ̝̞͇̯͓̠̀͢n̕͏̛̰͈̠͙̻̝̰͉ą͎̣͎̫̖̯̫̲͙̘͚̞͟n̵̢̢͎͉̰̹̪̟̻̙͕͟͠ .
He helps her do her job, having the ability to shroud her in shadows.
Carn is an odd dagger and sometimes he talks, though most of the time he remains silent. Callista thinks he has a soothing voice and wished he'd talk to her more.
They made a deal and her part of the bargain is to feed him.

So that's what she does.

Relationships
Ç̬̲͓͚̲͕̪̖̰̙͍̣̠͖͍͠á͏̧͚̭̠̩͔͍̳̠̼̕͜ŕ̵̗̱̼̭́̕n̵͕̻̦̮͇̤̫̱͉̞̳̬̪̕͝ẃ̷̡̘̺̬͈̥̹̰͓͙̯͖̬̰̰̗̮͉̲͠e̵̹͚̗̞͢ǹ̝̞͇̯͓̠̀͢n̕͏̛̰͈̠͙̻̝̰͉ą͎̣͎̫̖̯̫̲͙̘͚̞͟n̵̢̢͎͉̰̹̪̟̻̙͕͟͠  -  A dagger she found that can talk. He claims to be some powerful warlock from a long forgotten kingdom, and she believes him. He shrouds her in shadows and her only job is to feed him. It makes her very skilled at what she does.

History [TW: Vague mentions of really bad things!]

Callista's earliest memories are of being beaten or left out in the cold.

Part of her knew those people weren't her parents, not really, and so, in the dead of night she'd run away only to be captured by slavers. They weren't nice and Callista still has nightmares about it. Eventually she was sold and because she was so young she was trained for something sinister. An assassin of sorts. Callista, having no where else to go, endured the beatings until she was little more than a husk of a girl who could kill without blinking.

And so, Callista grew up there. With little knowledge of who she was beyond a simple tool for the people who owned her. They didn't tell her who they were or what they did, they just sold her services for either sex or murder and she'd come back and they'd get paid. It wasn't until she was on one job, having grown up that she'd finally broke the rules and explored the house before she left. The man would have died by sometime the next afternoon, but for now he was sleeping and she'd explore his house.

Callista found a room.

And inside that room was a glass case with the most curious dagger she'd ever seen.

It begged her to take it away. To feed it. It was so hungry.

So, she stole it. Tucked it away and feeds it. She was already killing for money she didn't get to keep, what was a few more to feed a hungry item?

So now, she's a slave to the floral shop and a slave to a magic dagger that can talk and she still doesn't know who she is.

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Callista is out on a stroll to feed her trusty friend Carn. Hilarity and Hijinx ensue. Not really. It's bad times all around.


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Out on a hit, Callista finds her mark not quite what he seems. Infact, he's someone else entirely. Whoops! The face stealer has her curious and Callista finds herself unable to not be interested in this interesting man.

Basically, I have a slave gladiator that needs a master!


Her name is Jaiha and she is in my signature! She's strange looking to say the least.


Anyway! This is just a sorta...
If I can get someone to play that dynamic with me, cool!
If I can't NPC master for days! : D

Tag @Rhi-Rhi

Being tired and hungry was nothing new to her and one of them could be easily remedied with a few resourceful herbs. As such, it had been two days and Raizel had still not slept. The packet of herbs was pressed under her tongue and she was quiet while she was waiting in the door way, it had taken ages to find the little group and on more than one attempt she'd almost been caught.

Aki was off in the distance, keeping watch.

Or keeping a good a watch as a relatively intelligent raven could. He knew to watch for people and everytime  he saw someone he could give a loud caw. So far, there was nothing. With her hood up and her mask on, Raizel slunk into the building. It was far from abandoned looking on the outside, but there was nothing on the first floor except piles of dust and debris and she took careful quiet steps, moving to various places and listening.

The floor gave it away.

Underground then?

Raizel frowned at it, crouching down and rapping a gloved knuckle on the floor. She moved her hand a few inches and did it again. It sounded different, not as hollow. There it was. There was no door though, perhaps it was concealed?  Perhaps all the dust wasn't actually dust. Illusions woven into it? Raizel swept off the section of the ground where she thought the door was and sure enough, the illusion melted away and she took a calm steady breath. Keeping some in her hand for later maybe. 

They would know she was there if she made any noise. If any light seeped in where it wasn't supposed to.

Carefully she caught her cloak in her hands and lifted the trap door, using the cloak to keep any lights out she made her way down, gently shutting the door and climbing down the ladder. Wincing at every groan of wood and squeak that would probably go unheard to the people in underground... Hideout?

Raizel instantly crouched, listening carefully. The sounds of flesh on flesh. Water dripping? No, blood? The tang of blood was in the air and now she heard the voices after they'd delivered a sound beating. Or at least a good punch in the face. "Fuckin' can't keep your mouth shut, huh?" A gruff man said, loud enough to cover her slow shuffle towards the candle lit room, following the shadows.

Another punch was delivered to the poor man strapped into a chair, the flash of a dagger caught her eye and in a quick movement she was up and in the room, pausing a moment to count three of them before throwing the dust at the fire in the candle.

It burned brightly and in the few seconds that was all she needed before her own dagger was sunk into one man's neck. The main man's dagger was sunk into the seated mans leg. As quick as could be, in a swirl of black cloak and hood she felled the men in their surprised state. Not one of them was left standing and none of them were alive. With little care for the seated man's comfort she knelt beside his leg, checked it over before she yanked the dagger out and pressed her palm to the wound, reaching around to untie his hands from behind the chair with her free hand. "You're safe now," Was her quiet words while she held the wound.

The thing she had come for wasn't here and disappointment blossomed in her chest. "Are there anymore you may know about? I can get them while you escape to outside."

If you think ANY of these characters would click with yours in ANY way, let me know! We can put them in a bottle and shake it until they get along.

Also note: Most of these character's can't read or write - They've grown up in places that didn't utilize these tools or were in positions that didn't allow them the luxury of doing so.

The blurbs were hard so a good portion of them are just going to be dirtyquick facts, yo.




Pallaton Valerius// Male // 37 // Human // Leader of Adela
Relationship Status: It's Complicated  ♡♡♡♡
Having recently lost his wife of eighteen years, Pallaton's life as of the last while has been tending to work. New developments with the country however have made the castle interesting for a time.


Tarlaka * Flashback Only//  Female || 25 || Winged Elf Thing || Military Genius/Commander.
Relationship Status : It's Complicated
The previous Commander of Adela. Tarlaka can be used if you wanted your character to know her before her disappearance or something of the sort! Nothing major plot-wise can happen, since, y'know, she's missing. If you can guess where Tarlaka is, you get a cookie!

Yuuki// Male || 32 || Human || Freelancer/Scammer/Con Artist/Mercenary
Relationship Status : Full Time Big Brother - Not actively seeking one. (But wouldn't be opposed to trying something out.)
Yuuki is a warm hearted superstitious individual. Magic kinda weirds him out, but he can literally teleport so he's not allowed to talk. He lives with his younger brother - though not by blood - and usually Niaaki comes first in All Things. Yuuki is available for all the things. His tattoo's let people from Essyrn and the moraki desert know he's a murderer! ( though he did not do it ) Generally, he's super easy to throw around in plots as long as you're prepared for someone who doesn't understand anything.

Luna// Female || 22 || Human || Dragon Rider [NeedsanUpdate]
Relationship Status : Single ( Maybe betrothed? I dunno. wanna play her future husband? let me know!)
Luna is a blank slate that comes with a smart ass dragon. =D I know nothing about her, I imagine she's all for justice and what not seeing as how she's part of the military. Nothing too fantastical about her.

Herostratus// Male || 32 || Human || Knight
Relationship Status : Needs to make babies to pass on the family name. ♡♡♡
Herostratus is a ... Knight in Shining Armour. With a secret. He's a werewolf. A curse passed down onto him by his mother's death. He takes no pleasure in the beast and has lived with the secret for twenty years. He's got a lot of growing up to do emotionally and is still fairly bad with people, so if you want your character to have orders barked at them or to butt heads with someone, Hero is your guy.

Avalaton// Male || 19 || Noble/Soldier
Relationship Status:  Uuuuuhhhm
Avalaton is a slightly downtrodded recently un-mothered young man who was on his first tour of the country to learn better from everyone. He's a good boy who wants to do good things for his father and his country.

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__________________QUICK STATS
Name Bairn Valerian Reine - Goes by Valerian.
Nicknames Vale or 'Junior'
Age 23
Gender Male
Species Human
Ethnicity Connlaothian (Mostly)
Height 6'0"
Occupation Stablehand
Residence Wulfbauer, Connlaoth

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Physical Description
Having never not worked a day in his life, Valerian can pose an imposing figure. Wide shoulders, slim hips. The brown hair on his head and the brown eyes tell the tale of more non Connlaoth blood, but he's no noble, so it doesn't really matter. Despite his unusual height for the country he's in, Valerian isn't anything amazing, while he's not unattractive, he doesn't stand out in a crowd (unless it's above them) and generally, he's just a plain kinda guy.

Or he was.

At 18 he was drafted into the military and there's only one reason he's so young and not still there. A skirmish with mages had a makeshift building collapse on him and while he didn't die, he did lose a lot of weight. Almost a full leg's worth, even! His left leg, from below the knee down, is missing, having been lost in the incident. His back is also mostly covered by burn scars, some reaching his neck and some wrapping a bit around his ribcage. They're not terrible burns but they're burns none the less. The lord of the house he works for had a prosthetic leg built for him and while sometimes it hurts it's better than having to use a crutch.


Personality
Valerian had always been a nice boy. Having grown up knowing what hard work was and how to say his please and thank yous. He's still very much a nice boy, however, he's been left bitter towards the world for making him lose something important. Having things taken from him that he'll never get back, both emotionally and physically.

He has very little patience for explaining things and even less for having things explained. If it can't be done in a few seconds he'll grow bored and probably start to think about something else. Valerian thinks the war is misguided but does have a personal hate for mages and their abilities, how easily it ruined his life by something that was so simple for them to do.

Since his injury he's had a chip on his shoulder and may or may not really like alcohol when he has nothing important to do. Or even when he has something to do and his leg hurts. Numbs the pain! All the pain.

Magic/Abilities
He can throw a mean hay bale and ride a mean horse.
His time in the military has also left him okay with more tactical fighting. He's still better at brawling than anything else, like all large people are.

Relationships
Constance Olivia Carwick - Growing up they were the best of friends, sneaking out of chores to go play. The only two children they had little else to choose from as playmates but luckily they got along well and their friendship blossomed. Valerian learned better Than Stable Hand Boy manners and Olivia learned how to ... Eh. Make Mud Pies?  He carries a torch for her and has been a little lackluster since she's been gone.  No one copes well with their best friend going away.

Bairn Reine - His father! Taught him all he knows about horses. They share a somewhat similar injury which keeps them out of the military.


History

ssssstuffffffff happened!

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This place always creeped her out. Taich pressed her fingers to the mask covering her lower face and looked ahead into the quiet light of the slowly setting sun. It stained the clouds above red and cast an orange glow on the trees. Off in the distance was a ruined temple, what could have once been a gloriously large and magnificent structure was little else but rubble on the surface.

The surface wasn't where they were supposed to be going.

It was underground that their destination was. Well, Tristan's destination, but she had to carry him everywhere so it might as well be their destination. "I love the smell of this place," came the husky voice of the bow before the teeth closed and the eye emerged, swiveling around to take in the sights of the ruined place. The voice belonged to that of a large man, but it simply came from the grotesque bow.

"You don't have a nose."

"I could if I wanted to."

"Shut up." Taich gave the bow a shake and took a few careful steps closer. At the entrance were golems. Either made of clay or rock, she couldn't tell. "Ready?" Was her quiet question before she rose the bow, plucked a hair from her pony tail and pulled the string back. The strand of hair turned into a black obsidian looking arrow and she let it loose, aiming for one of the two golems.

The arrow shattered against it's chest and Taich quickly ducked down behind a fallen pillar. The sound of stones scraping against one another told her it woke up. A quick look over the pillar and she saw it's core. The source of it's power. One good shot to crack it and it would crumble like the old rock it was.

It was awake now though.

Taich also wasn't counting on the third Golem, which had probably been at the base of the pillar she was hiding by, having looked like little more than rocks. A stone hand wrapped around her waist and began to squeeze. A strangled cry and she pushed at the hands before taking a breath, pulling a hair and shooting another arrow at the golem she was after in the first place. The black arrow hit it's mark, the core in it's belly and sure enough it went down like rubble.

The golem that was holding her held her out and she kicked her legs, though they weren't long enough to reach their mark. She was going to die here, squeezed to death by a golem, "This is all your fault, Tristan!" She gasped at the bow, who simply chuckled. "Those are some lame last words, die with me close enough to eat you, you're delicious."

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__________________QUICK STATS
Name Taich
Age 26
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Connlaothian/Serenian
Height 5'6"
Occupation Self-Employed Demon Hunter
Residence Everywhere

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Physical Description

Taich is relatively unimpressive looking. Neither terribly tall or outstanding, the only thing unusual about her would be her too-long auburn hair, which is pulled back into a ponytail and again tied at the end to keep it all together. Even though, auburn isn't an odd colour, it's just at an impractical length - though for good reason, the dark of her hair brings out the lavender of her eyes. A modest bust, Taich is fit from all the running around she does.

Usually she wears a long dark brown leather coat with form fitting sleeves, a dark shirt and plain leather pants tucked into knee high boots. A chest binder is usually worn for comfort and to hide the fact she is indeed female from various less than savory people she meets on the rounds and in the mountains. For her bow, she keeps a quiver of arrows which remains suspiciously full.

Personality


Magic/Abilities

Taich is in possession of a bow.

It's a very odd bow.

His name is Tristan and he claims to be a great warlock from a long forgotten kingdom.

Now, he is simply a bow and sometimes it looks normal. Other times, it's black, looking like it was carved from obsidian, twisted and curved into bow shape. The most odd thing about Tristan - besides the fact he can talk - is that along the sight of the bow there is an eye. Sometimes a mouth. When it's closed, it's simply a pretty ornament, sharp teeth interlocking to form a pretty looking lethal pattern.

Then the teeth open and then Tristan and eat. Or see.

Being of the magical sort, the bow can't 'come out' when around mordecai. When he's available, he is capable of turning anything relatively straight into an arrow. Taich has taken to using strands of her hair.

Relationships

Tristan - Taich's bow. They have a deal. She gets to use his power's for revenge and she feeds him. It's pretty simple. He's a big jerk and kinda creepy, but, she's stuck. Fate always sends him back to her.

History

Taich was pretty normal until a shadowy beast killed her father and her fiance. Something inside her snapped. Seeking revenge she came across a bow after falling through the forest floor into an old leaky temple room. It promised her deepest wishes in exchange for being taken out. She fed it her blood and now they are bound by a pact.  There is no end in sight, though she searches for the killers.  Also this sucks, I'll write a better one someday.

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__________________QUICK STATS
Name Jaiha
Age 18
Gender Female
Species Human/???
Ethnicity Essryni.... Kinda?
Height 6'0"
Occupation Slave-Gladiator
Residence Where ever her master is!

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Physical Description .x.
Jaiha is ...Odd.

Her features are primarily human, though instead of small human ears she has a pair of long animalistic ones. Her hair is short and a sandy blonde, braided by her left ear and left loose everywhere else. It puffs out and flops off, covering some of the right side of her face. Large golden eyes play off her hair well and her skin is a dusky brown. The more interesting features are the scales that cover her cheeks, her ears, which she can move around freely to listen and well. The rest of her!

Jaiha's torso is mostly human, she has breasts and a belly button and these are not covered by scales. The backs of her shoulders are covered by scales and they lead down to cover her arms, blending down into her hands which are more animal than human. Five fingers with soft pads on her fingers and lethal looking claws.

The real fun begins at her waist. The scales blend back in and she sports a long tail, tipped off with a blade. Three colourful beads are on her tail, obviously put there before the blade hardens after it's shed. The blade is about as long as her torso and she grows it herself and it sheds about once a year during 'winter'. Her legs are entirely scaled and they are digitigrade. She wears no shoes, simply wraps cloth around her legs from the knees down.

Personality
Looking a little odd has always made Jaiha shy. When she can get away with it she wears full of cloaks with hoods to cover her head and legs. Usually holds her tail out of the way so she doesn't hurt anyone.

Has an absolutely wicked temper and with the natural sharp pointy bits on her, keeping her from having a temper tantrum is usually peoples priority number 1.

Magic/Abilities
She has a natural affinity for fighting. It's in her blood.

Relationships

History
Found as a child, she was 'adopted' into an Essyrni family and they raised her. As any child would, she made fast friends and played with them often.  Jaiha was always aware she was different, though she didn't become too concerned about it until the teasing began. Not many humanoids with lizard bits were around for her to look to for guidance.

For the most part, her life was uneventful. She learned how to weave baskets, she learned how to hunt, to read and to write. It wasn't until she was about sixteen or seventeen that she was deemed far too interesting to pass up and she'd just shed the blade on her tail, leaving her defenseless except for some serious scratching.  Jaiha was kidnapped and sold into slavery.

She tries not to dwell on it, knowing that there was little she could have done to prevent it. They were bad people who did bad things and she was paying the price for it. Though she's vowed that one day she'd slice them in half. For the time being, she's in the gladiator ring though usually she's only put up against wild animals or convicted criminals, the blade on her tail and her being not human is usually deemed too much of an advantage and it wouldn't be any fun at all if she just... Won far too quickly.

Makes for a bad show.

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Anyone interested in giving their characters a weapon that can talk and loves red meat?

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Name Tarlaka Glockmoor
Age 25
Gender Female
Species Winged Elf Thing
Ethnicity Closest would be Serenien - However, is this is up for debate.
Height 5'10"
Occupation Commander of Adela
Residence Ketra, Adela Castle

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Physical Description

Tarlaka is a sturdy woman. While she isn't exactly bulky, she's made of lean muscle and and knows how to use every limb to the best of her ability. While she's tall, she isn't exactly broad and could probably easily be mistaken as an easy target. Her hair is a very dark blue - nearly black and for bangs she sports a forelock of brighter blue hair.

The most noticeable thing about her are her wings. With a twelve foot wingspan, Tarlaka can take up space when she wants to. Most people she meets do not have wings and as such, she uses them to intimidate and call attention to herself. It usually works. Rarely seen outside of her armor, Tarlaka has been known to wear the occasional dress or just much more plain clothes since having her daughter.

Personality

A military prodigy. Tarlaka started at the bottom and over the course of a few years (a very few years) she rose to the top. Of course she made enemies along the way, people feeling that she'd only gotten to where she was for sleeping with the king or doing other such favors.  Having no time for such drivel, Tarlaka never paid mind to it and continued to do the job she was given.

Stubborn is a good word for her. Loyal to a fault is good, too. There is little she wouldn't do for her King. Another thing she is is extremely sarcastic and perhaps a little too blunt. When she wears her armor she is someone else, someone guarded and ready to call someone out on their bullshit. How she acts towards someone is dependent, quite literally, on what she's wearing. When she's wearing her armor she is a sword protector to the Kingdom of Adela. When she's not, she's mostly Seiteki's mom, sometimes lady.

Magic/Abilities

Tarlaka has no magic.
She is extremely skilled with fighting. Mostly in swordplay and hand to hand combat. She's not the commander because she's good she's the commander because she's amazing.
Also she can fly. That helps.

Relationships
Akkiel - A lover of sorts. They were unable to explore what they felt for one another too deeply before she was kidnapped. Of course, before they were "sort of lovers" she was his sworn protector and did her job well. Between the two of them, with her abilities and his brains(when he wasn't fanagaling with prostitutes), they were a good pair.

Seiteki - Tarlaka's daughter to another knight after a night of mistakes a few years prior. While she was hesitant to have a child, she grew to love Seiteki, even going so far as to suggest leaving the castle - Akkiel wouldn't hear of it. Seiteki is still at the castle, being cared for.

Sharlee - Tarlaka's younger sister. They get along (Sort of). Sharlee is looking for tarlaka, or at least looking for information about her where ever she can.

History

The eldest of three, Tarlaka grew up in a small town on the boarder of Serendipity and Adela. She is the only one of her siblings to look like she does, the rest are quite average elfy sorts. At a young age she took a keen liking to military tactics and eventually she moved to Ketra. There she was soon knighted and the rest is history.

At a young age she was made Commander. Possibly in part because the King was also very young and felt like he could related to her. They grew to become good friends and while they had always been a spark between them, they knew that duty came first and the idea of a King and his Commander becoming an item would look bad. Eventually, Akkiel went on one of his famous trips away from the castle and Tarlaka had a child with another knight.

On his return, the spark was more intense, either from distance or from a little growing up on their part they became an item. Sort of. Eventually, tragedy struck and Tarlaka couldn't handle the stress of a child and a king for a lover and she ran away. Her armor was missing, her sword. Everything she would need to travel. She'd run away without a second thought to her king, lover or child.

Or that was what people thought had happened until her black feathered wings were staked to the castle gates weeks later as a brutal tell of where she had gone. The blood was fresh and the wings were indeed hers.

Kidnapped. Or held for ransom. Or perhaps murdered.

That was the only information the castle had ever gotten and Tarlaka has been missing since.

She is presumed dead.

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Did your character know Tarlaka The Commander? Let me know! We can work neat things out or something since Tarlaka is not dead.


Tarlaka is the second oldest character (I remember making) on SotE.
Like. It's awful.  Here's a blurb, January 26, 2002.
she walks toward the castel gates her swords clanging loudly on her back her knee length silver hair glowing in the sun"so I'm the new knight here."she smiles.

Pure Gold. |: Even has the silver hair I gave her originally. I had to bring her back, even if it's for FB's. >: I missed her. She's my babbu.

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Name Jaks (Just Jaks.)
Age 53
Gender Male
Species "Short lived" Elf
Ethnicity Serenian?
Height 5'8"
Occupation Archaeologist
Residence All over.

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Physical Description

Jaks is neither broad nor significantly tall, if anything the only thing outlandish of him is the way his ears poke out of his hair and end on a delicate tip. His hair is rather long and a plain brown with red highlights, it ends somewhere mid back and is usually up in a high ponytail his eyes are a soft light green.

Personality

Jaks is all bark and no bite. He threatens and yells but usually has neither the strength nor the skill to back it up. He is a very intelligent man and if he can, avoids the confrontation all together. He's all work and no play and that makes him a very dull boy.
After events that took place in his life he's even more of a recluse and has a trouble connecting with people on a personal level. He'll try (ish) though, if need be.

Magic/Abilities

Jaks is a talented artist! He can draw like nobodies business.
He's decent with a flute!
He has a special sketchbook he always keeps close to him that he doesn't let anyone see, it is something he hates but can't bring himself to part with.
He has training with a bow and is okay with it.
Jaks has no magic and little fighting ability.

Relationships


History


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It was unforgivable.

How dare someone go into one of the tombs. Sunniva didn't even care if it turned out to be holy or not, but... Her fingers clenched while she had her little internal struggle. To desecrate a newly found tomb? What if there was someone important in there? What if... She let out a quiet gasp when the attendant pinched her side with her armor. Sunniva made a point of scowling deeply since she couldn't exactly glare.

Pillow was panting heavily on her bed, exciting to be going out and doing things. Sunniva was not so much excited as she was extremely pissed off. What if it was the mages? What if one of them was in the tomb? Which was why they were sending her, an Adhara and her dog. They would follow if there was no mage.

Sometimes the fact she was blind was a false sense of security and she'd used it before. They hadn't survived. Now suited up, Pillow and Sunniva were escorted to the tomb, a small band. Two horses, one for her and one for her guide, Pillow ran beside her. The sound of another horse not far away, probably tied up and belonging to that tomb raider. Sunniva clenched her teeth. "Angsar, Guide Me." She said softly, pressing a hand to her chest.

An imagine flashed through her mind, the beginnings of the map of the tomb the group that noticed the stranger had made. It wasn't completed but she kept that imagine in her mind, it would prove somewhat useful for the time being. Sunniva got off her horse and took in the sounds and smells. It was dawn, the cool feeling of night was leaving and the soft sun of the day warmed her skin. There was no time for that though.

Entering the tomb meant leaving the guide behind and Pillow took the lead, listening to carefully to his claws as they clicked against stone and keeping a hand on the wall. Her other had held her shield and... Somewhere unfamiliar. Somewhere dark and away from the light of the door. Sunniva frowned again, continued to walk, following the wall and listening to her dog. "Lowy." Sunniva whispered, the dog stopped and she felt him turn away and rest against her leg.

The soft sounds of someone else was echoing along the walls.

Only someone stupid would immediately go in. So, Sunniva stood outside the doorway to the room (or the hallway, she wasn't sure.) "What do you think you're doing? These grounds are not for common people." Pillow's tail gave a tick-tock motion and then growled while wagging his tail. He knew that tone. That tone meant 'be intimidating'.

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When he'd flown over it, it was neat, sure. Now, with his feet sinking into sand. Now it was amazing. Wide eyed Avery stood at the beach, the water lapping at his feet and his toes sinking into the sand. Currently he was chewing on a piece of sea-grass, it wasn't that bad, still not as tasty as a fresh deer but... It was new, so he was gonna put it in his mouth. Down went the kelp. He continued to walk, the breeze blowing through his long hair.

Avery moved his wings, stretching them out before letting them rest half open. Letting the breeze catch the leather of his wings. He smiled widely at the water before he was up to his calf in it, having stepped into a lonely tide pool. He shivered at how surprisingly cold it was and quickly removed his foot, looking down at it, crouching.

The sun was high in the sky and he gave it a quick glare over his shoulder before he cupped his wings over his head to see inside the pool better. There was creatures in there. And then there was creatures in his mouth. First he tried the scuttling shelled claw bug, wincing slightly at the slight pinching he felt on his tongue before the crunch of shell. The oddly spiky ball got a look before he skipped it and then the very interesting one was the sticky star.

Avery plucked it out of the tide pool and stared at it on his hand and then found himself at a disadvantage. Quickly his features went from wonderment to slight irritation.

He only had one arm. The hands on his wings were far to cumbersome to pick a tiny sticky star off his hand and so, Avery stood up and stared at the sticky star on his hand, watching curiously as it slowly undulated itself to the back of his hand.

The creature here were odd.

Giving an audible sigh, Avery let his head tilt back and he gave a loud groan before shaking his hand violently in an effort to fling it off. Nope. Still there, slowly making its way up his arm. Maybe... Slowly he turned around to look at the ocean. Instead, he knelt beside the little tide pool and stuck his arm in it.

If this sticky star stayed any longer he'd have to name it and figure out what it ate. Was it him? Avery gave his arm a look. This thing better not start eating him, he'd have to squish it.

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Name Sunniva Avarali
Tarot Hierophant
Age 20
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Connlaothian
Height 5'1"
Occupation Knight of the White Lily
Residence Reajh
Her Tune

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Physical Description
There is a quiet beauty about Sunniva. Everything about her appearance is 'gentle' from her height to her hour glass figure. Rarely seen outside of church garb (Which I have NO idea what it looks like =D so I drew churchy-looking-stuff) Sunniva is quiet abut her appearance. While she can be extremely vain, it's only when she needs to present herself.

She takes great pains of covering the top half of her face. While she's easy to look at she is missing her eyes. What should have been the death of her ended up only taking her sight, to which she is thankful to Ansgar.

Personality
Very devout. Super religious. Doesn't mind setting heathen mages on fire. Believes herself to a be a tool of the church instead of her own person. Doesn't really know how to people very well, is very good at not dealing with her emotions ( and would probably explode if someone touched her boob.) Honestly, shes seriously messed up. With no actual outlet for any of her 'primal' emotions (things that aren't 'i love the chuuuuurch) , she's a bit of a sadist a lot of a masochist and enjoys hearing people scream in pain.


Magic/Abilities
Adharaism - Sunniva is an adhara, the radius is about twelve feet.

Despite being blind she also had to learn how to be a knight. While she does not partake in combat, she knows how to do it and if need be, how to defend herself.
If she is indeed called to be out, she has a trusty flanged mace and a shield that she can use.

A skilled singer and guitar player, though she keeps this to herself.


Relationships
Sunniva is in posession of a Connlaothian Tracker. His name is Pillow, though when she is in company she refers to him as Lowy.
She's the daughter of Evarelia


History
Cliff Notes Version.
Sunniva was taken to the church when she was seven after a strange illness. It ruined her eyes and they were removed. It was discovered that she had these mordecai like abilities at a young age and her parents simply turned her over to the church. Partly because she was a daughter and therefore, not as much use to them as their younger son. Also, made them look good.
So she was raised to be a Knight of the White Lily and has lived most, if not all, of her life to be notihing but a tool.

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Now, as suave and sexy as Yuuki was, there was only so many ways he could dress while also covering every possible inch of his body. A high necked shirt, a few unnecessary belts and buckles. Some gloves and he was set. Well, pants of course. And boots. All a nice tanned colour. Okay, so Yuukis sense of fashion wasn't the best. He was just built like a barn. It worked for some people.

It was always a bit of an adventure, scopin' out new meat. And there it was.

After the conversation with Niaaki about older ladies Yuuki may or may not have been on the prowl, as it were. And there. Over there. Wasn't even that old looking! Well, maybe she wouldn't be right then? Nah. A chat would be good. It was a bit boring just trying to hook up with people. Giving a shrug, Yuuki went and sat beside the lady at the bar and offered her a happy smile when he sat down directly beside her.

Even if she wasn't an old rich widow, there was still a stallion to ride. Yuuki gave a soft snort at his internal joke before he got a drink from the bar tender and nodded towards the woman, "Come here often?"

Oh.

No. That was bad. That was so lame. Where was the suave sexy man that walked in? Save it! Save it, Yuuki! "I mean... Well. I don't. So, I was going to wonder what you would suggest that's good to drink besides the one I just got." Yeah, that was smooth. Ladies couldn't resist mundane conversation about ale.