Things had to happen frequently to both draw her attention and to be of note to the jungle spirit. It wasn't like she noted every change in the small path that picked its way through her territory. Nature was change. Trees fell, animals died, and the people that prayed to her had such short lives. She knew them by their family name. How they felt when they came to her shrine. Familiar scents and feelings that she recognized over the course of generations.

So, when something new moved in the area, Lupuna didn't think anything of it at first. New things were fleeting and few. Sometimes travelers would stay at her shrine a night or two. Campers would sit near one of her many lakes or rivers. Sometimes even monsters roamed into her territory, but the passage of time or a well-meaning hunter would put an end to that.

Except this visitor didn't go away. Set up in one of the old temples and drew the attention of the people, who eventually started leaving him gifts. Lupuna couldn't understand why. They were familiar people to her. Families she'd felt for centuries. Generations. They'd not forgotten about her, mind, but they seemed drawn to this new... thing.

In turn, Lupuna was. Anything that drew such notice should surely be investigated.

The jungle spirit didn't sense any sort of animosity or dark intent. This wasn't something that needed to be exercised from her territory... So, while fat rain drops pattered across the jungle canopy and on the run down temple stones, she picked her way through the thick underbrush. Approaching from a different angle than the small path that had been made from those seeking to make offerings. She wanted to see who, or what, it was for herself. While Lupuna could just... appear in the temple... the spirit had learned over her very long, long life that others didn't take so kindly to her just appearing next to them.

Besides, it was far more in her nature to observe, first, before she approached.

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· Name · Lupuna
· Age · Thousands of years old.
· Gender · Female
· Species · Water / Jungle Spirit
· Height · 5'
· Residence · Kishan Jungle
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     · Physical Description ·
Lupuna is a lot of things in a tiny physical form - when she chooses to manifest as such. Her long, ankle length hair, in hues of blues and greens, falls around her heavy and wet, but moves and shifts like water so it's never tripping her up or falling in her face. Lupuna's white skin has a faint green cast to it, usually more noticable in lighter rain showers and during the day.

She has large, brown-green eyes that are bright and reflective like the surface of a jungle river. She's curvy by nature - half representative of her health. When her section of the jungle is healthy, she looks healthy. Lupuna is frequently wrapped in vines and various flowers or grasses can get tangled in her hair or vines, if she's manifest her physical self in the water.


     · Personality ·
Lupuna is an old spirit, with a shrine to her in the jungle that she is affectionately attached to. Families for generations have brought gifts of fish, flowers, and widdled trinkets - all of which she keeps and collects. In return, a large swath of jungle falls under her watch. Lupuna doesn't interfere in daily tasks or minor details in the lives of people, but she keeps the jungle humid, hot, and wet, the ground fertile, and the weather generally pleasant. Storms are a reflection of her mood and, though there rumbles from time to time, her area of the jungle hasn't seen any manner of flooding or weather damage for some time.

Ultimately, Lupuna is a curious and kind spirit who has seen a lot of time. Not to say she isn't capable of violence and destruction, but she's been appeased for at least the last century. Now she spends time occasionally manifesting and watching.


     · Magic / Abilities ·
As a jungle spirit, Lupuna's abilities and magic is wide, vast, and varied. She can command the weather in her area of influence - though it's more a reflection of her mood than a willful thing. The plants in the jungle can be moved at her command, but this is only during times of distress.

Lupuna can, and does, frequently manifest into a physical form. Otherwise, she exists in the rivers and ground of her area of jungle.

     · Relationships ·

     · History ·

     · Additional Notes ·

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· Name · Devianna Gilde
· Age · 15
· Gender · Female
· Species · Human
· Ethnicity · Serenian
· Height · 4'9"
· Occupation · Student / Apprentice
· Residence · Kia's Court
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     · Physical Description ·
Devianna, or Devi, has matured well for her age. She was brought up in a well enough family in Jadenshine, where money bought her security. She wanted for very little and, once it became known that she had quite an incredible gift, her family wanted to see that she would get the best education they could afford. That meant wearing nice, but simple enough clothes and ultimately sending her away.

Devianna might be short, but she doesn't carry herself as such. She dresses as an older girl might, wears her hair long, and would blend into the unremarkable masses were it not for her eyes. Usually brown, they highlight in blues, ambers, and golds. She's pretty enough, but not outstandingly so, with an infectious smile. If you can look past her eyes, that is.


     · Personality ·
Devi is a girl thrust into a large city, mostly on her own. Though she has a semi-noble name backing her, they were only able to afford to secure her an apprenticeship. No guards, no attendants. So she relies heavily on herself to see to her own needs, her own classes and responsibilities, and her own well-being. Fiercely independent, she's quite guarded too. Afraid to be taken advantage of given her remarkable talents and uncertainty about the world.

Devi is, at heart, a caring and warm person. She wants to learn to help people, to make the world a better place. She feels like she has the potential to be great, to be amazing, and that both motivates and scares her. Especially because she feels rather lonely in this quest. Her ambition and young age leaves her with no friends - the other apprentices are older than she is and either don't take her seriously or envy her. More than that, she desperately doesn't want to disappoint her family and all that they've sacrificed to help her achieve this lofty goal and dream.

     · Magic / Abilities ·
Enchantress : Devi is capable of imbuing any item with just about any magical property she knows. The possibilities are nigh endless, but it requires a great deal of focus and training on her part. Sometimes a sacrifice or other ingredients. As she's just beginning to really study and learn, the sky is the limit but she is very untested and knows very little about her abilities.

     · Relationships ·
Gilde Family : A name that is lucky in Jadenshine has turned into something of a sneer and joke in Kia's Court. Her family is wealthy enough in Jadenshine, but they lost a lot of that sending her off to Kia's Court for schooling. They're still recovering from that. Even so, they're a close bunch that believe family ties are more important than the weight of gold ( though they do hope to make a return investment on Devi's schooling ).

     · History ·

     · Additional Notes ·

He'd always dreamt of being free. Of what'd it'd be like to make his own decisions. Not to have to sleep when or where he was told, or have to wear whatever it was his own fancied – which for whatever reason, was usually lace and frills. Something about a slender boy with bunny ears dressed up in girl clothes had appealed.

Saeyov didn't get it.

Actual freedom though, being responsible for himself, having to try and find food and shelter, was proving to be a tad more difficult than he thought it would be.

Saeyov didn't know where to start. Or how. How did people get the jobs they had? Or the skills to work how they did?

He looked the ragged thing he was, with ears missing some notches out of them and his clothes stained and dirty from travel. Even the inns had turned him away with stern eyes. Calling him thief before he'd even tried to steal anything.

Really, it'd been them that'd given him the idea to begin with.

He pilfered a loaf and cheese from a stall in the late evening, just before close, and slunk into a back alley. Eyeing doors he thought he could deal with. He'd find some shop closed up and sleep in there for the night. Fuck the taverns and inns.

It was the start of a light rain that prompted him to pick the door he did. The windows were dark so... Surely that meant the owner had closed up and left for the night. He didn't want to sleep out in what sounded like the onset of a storm. Sighing, he popped the loaf in his mouth to hold it and tucked the half a cheese wheel under an arm before he pulled a pin out of the clothes he was wearing so he could pick the lock. It wasn't difficult, for him, but it took a moment before he was able to get into the dark room beyond and out of the rain.

It was dark by the time the slavers hauled Enthtia into their camp. It hadn't ever really occurred to her once she'd ran away that she might get caught in this situation. Were she a more proud creature, she might have been upset she'd not foreseen such a thing.

Or resigned herself that this was her fate.

Whatever the case, Enthtia didn't struggle and offered nothing more than a false name when pressed for it. "Enth" She didn't want them knowing, if they had any inkling, that she might be important or worth more than the pretty thing she was. It was better, she reminded, that she was taken as far away as possible.

Perhaps this was the way it was meant to play out.

The slavers had a larger camp she was brought to. A caravan wrapped around a large fire, where cages were hidden under thick canvas. Other slaves were chained up inside, encouraged to be quiet by guards wrapped up in cloth armor sporting pikes. Some of the tips already glistened in the dark firelight, indicating they'd been used to prod some into silence already.

The bulk of the men were around the large fire, and welcomed the returning group back with cheers and jeers in a language she wasn't entirely familiar with. A few gave her ass some pats before she was bodily hauled from the horse she'd been tossed over, and near dragged across the scruffy grass. Enthtia tried to walk, but they moved too fast.

Her small ears pressed flat to her messy hair as she heard the grate of iron. Cage doors swinging open. She knew that's where she was going, but it made her tremble all the same. It also hurt to be tossed in. More chattering in the language and she was pulled to the cold bars, where a collar was affixed to her. So even if the door was left open, she couldn't dash out.

"You stay. Be good." The first words she understood. The guard tapped the cage with the spear, laughed amongst his compatriots, and turned away. Leaving her in almost darkness with a couple other bodies chained up. She drew up her legs, trembling, and tried very hard not to cry. This was surely how it was supposed to be. As terrible and dark and awful, this was better... for her, for her family...

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· Name · Bect
· Age · Years. He doesn't know.
· Gender · Yes.
· Species · Shapeshifter
· Ethnicity · His own.
· Height · Whatever he feels.
· Occupation · Annoying Disaster
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     · Physical Description ·
Bect is what is known as a perfect shapeshifter. He can take on the form of anything or anyone he can imagine or has seen before - and it doesn't have to be a really cohesive creature. Not to say he could morph into a pile of goo, but he can be boneless monster. He still needs to be able to breathe in some form or fashion.

That being said, Bect largely identifies as a masculine personality - though that doesn't limit him - and he 'relaxes' in variations of the image above. Skin tones change, but he generally looks rugged, slightly unshaven, and his height changes depending on his mood.

     · Personality ·
Bect is a creature of chaos and destruction - but casually so. While fully capable of consuming and destroying entire cities, Bect doesn't generally have the motivation to do so. His evil is usually on a smaller, more personal scale. He is petty, frequently annoying, and willful - doing things because they appeal to whatever sense of humor he has with no regard to who he might maim in the process.

People, or flesh bags as he thinks of and refers to them as, are just that. Fleshy sticks stuck in a form that he has absolutely no regard for. Sometimes, one such flesh bag might intrigue him usually to the detriment of said person and he'll muck about in their life, but his real interests are in things he can't break or destroy with a touch. Other shapeshifters are especially of interest to him. He feels an odd sense of kinship with them - as much as he can with anything - and he'll try to behave. As much as he can. Bect is mildly amused at those that can change form to one or two other things, but he doesn't quantify them as shapeshifters. Only those that can really alter who or what they are do.

He's an elitist like that.

Bect is also drawn to the divine, mostly because it isn't something he can just outright destroy by eating them. Anything with superhuman regenerative properties should probably stay far from him. He really likes munching on said creatures for extended periods of time.


     · Magic / Abilities ·
Shapeshifter : Bect can change his form into just about anything, expanding to great sizes or shrinking into things significantly smaller than himself. If he can dream it, he can do it - and he has a very active imagination.

Healing : It is incredibly difficult to kill Bect. His flesh is hurt the same way most is - sharp objects, fire, crushing - but the damage rarely remains and he's able to regenerate fairly quick. His main weakness is acid. The larger the dose, the better. Submersing him in it is the best way to really hurt him. And piss him off. Prolonged submersion will kill him.

     · Relationships ·
Chey't : A shapeshifter he feels an odd sort of kinship to.

     · History ·

     · Additional Notes ·
Bect is a monster. I'm not interested in having this monster slain at the moment. Know that any character threaded with Bect in generally in some sort of physical danger.

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· Name · Estiess Ityd
· Age · 115
· Gender · Male
· Species · Fey
· Ethnicity · Serenian
· Height · 5' 5"
· Occupation · Ityd Family Affair Manager
· Residence · Zantaric
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     · Physical Description ·
Estiess is a slender, colorful figure. While certainly appearing human, there are things that appear off. His hair subtly shifts from pale pinks, blues, and purples and his skin has a decidedly more pink flush than a human might. He is a full blooded fey and magic runs thick through both him and his family. He has smooth skin and an almost ephemeral beauty, carrying himself with a sort of light weightlessness.

     · Personality ·
Estiess is a smooth talker, a charmer, and quite persistent if there is something he wants. He literally has all the time he could possibly want, so he sees most challenges as a game of sorts. He just needs to figure out the rules, and how best to bend them. Playing fair isn't exactly his style.

While he doesn't do anything by the book and he certainly doesn't do any favors for free, he comes across as one of the most friendly people you're likely to meet in Zantaric. Certainly not one to orchestrate any sort of shrewd or nefarious plots - even if that is literally part of his job while he manages his large family's affairs. Keeping things in order, snatching up valuable property, people, and items of note by any means. It's all good fun and he doesn't take anything personal.

The fey is quite good at twisting words spoken, finding loopholes in binding contracts, and getting things to play out in his favor. Lady Luck is the Matron Saint of his family and it's nigh obvious is everything he does.


     · Magic / Abilities ·
Lucky - Literally, Estiess and his family have luck running through them. Things fall into place for them, deals turn out just so, and he always seems to be at the right place, at the right time. Estiess doesn't have to try very hard to get what he wants, and when he does, everything sort of shifts to help him.

Glamor - Estiess is pretty and his appearance can subtly change for him to become appealing to whomever he's talking to. It isn't always a conscious thing he does, either. People will naturally feel some manner of pull toward him, or an inclination to trust him, unless they've some sort of magical resistances or are entirely adverse to him as a person. It happens, he just doesn't believe it does.

     · Relationships ·
Ityd Family - A collection of Fey loosely related, either through blood or marriage, in Zantaric. They're more like an empire, or crime family. Rich, influential, the sort you don't want to mess with. Most have some sort of magical talent, but they all claim roots to a Fey they refer to as Lady Luck. Most believe her to be dead, others think of her more like a fate, or spirit, but they all pay homage and most will have some sort of 'lucky token' in respect and adoration to her.

     · History ·

     · Additional Notes ·

Time was such an odd thing to Red. Days and nights she understood, but she didn't mark the passage of weeks or months. Perhaps that helped dull the loss of her pack, helped her focus on the now. What was next.

She had to eat, after all. Couldn't stay in that same range of territory either, which meant going farther south and into the mountains than she ever had before. Red wasn't afraid, just wary. Half hoping she would stumble on another pack that she might be able to integrate into, though afraid what might happen should they turn her away.

Red was an unknown. A possible danger. A large russet and red wolf.

She traveled slowly for days, scenting plenty of prey and even hunting down a mouthful of burrowing mice. No wolf-kin though. Nothing familiar. The air was heavy with the smells of late summer : heat, grass, leaves, animals, baked stone and dirt beneath a long sun. Her coat might not absorb all the heat, but the rich color didn't exactly protect her from it either.

Red's long day walks shortened as she tired and the heat, and sense of aimlessness, wore at her. Eventually she napped through the hot of the afternoon and only traveled in the early morning and late evening.

She couldn't say how long she had been going, only that it was shortly after she'd woken from her afternoon nap that she caught the scent of another. Red circled the area, suddenly excited and eager. Another wolf? Another pack? Red didn't know how long she'd been alone, only that it had been too long. When she caught a strong scent trail, she let loose a long, low howl that would carry. Announcing her presence and desire to be found. Then she was off, hunting down the owner of the trail.

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· Name · Ragnara "Red"
· Age · 6
· Gender · Female
· Species · Wolf shifter
· Ethnicity · Serenian
· Height · 5'9"
· Residence · Connloath
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     · Physical Description ·
Red has two main forms : her wolf form and her much less preferred homid / human form.

As a wolf, Red is a larger than average wolf standing at 4' at her shoulder, with russet and red long fur. Her eyes are still purple, so if her size didn't immediately set her apart, her eyes will. Beyond that, she is built very much like a muscled wolf.

In her homid form, Red is a lithe, well muscled woman with dark red hair and her telling purple eyes. While tight clothing can shift with her, she is loath to wear anything unless wholly forced to, leaving her naturally tan skin more often than not bare. There are some patterning on her skin, where her fur changes colors, that appears as swirling tattoos - slightly darker or lighter than her skin tone.


     · Personality ·
Red is a displaced adult wolf looking for a new pack, a new place to belong. Human and two-legged cities are rather foreign to her, so she is likely to act odd in her homid form and certainly stick out.

She doesn't want to fit in.

Though young in homid years, she is and has been an adult wolf for a handful of years now. Red is a very "take charge" sort of wolf, and while she is very assertive, she isn't cruel or unsympathetic. Quite the opposite to those that might be considered in her pack or who she feels a sense of responsibility for. This can manifest as her hovering or invading personal space. Red believes she knows better and will have others be made aware of her presence even if they would think they are better off alone.

Though she's been an adult for some time, Red hasn't been an alpha of her own pack or mothered any pups of her own. It's a primary urge for her now and something she very much wants to do with someone she thinks is worthy of her.


     · Magic / Abilities ·
Red is a wolf shifter, not to be confused with a werewolf. She was born what she is, raised being able to turn, and grew up in a pack. She only has the two forms though there is no latent beast : she is animalistic all on her own. It is melded into who she is, not a separate "mind".

She heals quick, is rather fast and strong for her size and supernaturally so in her homid form. She isn't particularly weak to any sort of metal - silver doesn't bother her - but she doesn't regen as fast as a werewolf might either.


     · Relationships ·

     · History ·

     · Additional Notes ·
The breed of shifter Red is, at least the wolf sort, is supposedly rare but I would certainly love to plot and play out other wolves with people.

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· Name · Enthtia Delroth Czesh
· Age · 201
· Gender · female
· Species · Serenian Fae Fox
· Ethnicity · Serenian
· Height · 5'2"
· Occupation · Heiress & Oracle
· Residence · Connloath
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     · Physical Description ·
Enthtia is a curvy, smooth skinned lady that reaches 5'2" at the tip of her rounded, soft ears. Nothing about her is sharp. From her soft, almost melodic voice, to her long brown hair, to the sleek tail that splits from the base of her spine. She's a handful, in a lot of ways, with a bit of added weight that rounds out her hips and bust in a pleasing way.  Her family crest has been tattooed on her chest in smooth, dark brown lines.

All her colors are earthy tones - brown hair, hazel and golden eyes, with faintly tanned skin. She carries the smell of cinnamon and roses with her, as her home was surrounded by cinnamon trees and a rose gardens.

     · Personality ·
Enthtia is a sweet, well mannered young lady. She grew up as an important member in a large family, so she has a huge want to belong. While she was important growing up, most of her siblings were in some way so she wasn't treated all too differently but she grew up with strict standards and high expectations. While Enthtia is frequently a people pleaser, she has streaks of rebellious willful curiosity. She wants to be her own person and make her own decisions, sometimes just to be contrary. Just to prove she can.

Don't mistake her manners for her being weak willed. Enthtia is confident and fully capable of standing up for herself when she thinks she should. She just picks her battles.

As heir to the family name, she was expected to marry a man in an arranged marriage. She got a bad "feeling" and felt it was her duty to leave, to protect herself and her family.

     · Magic / Abilities ·
Enthtia is an Oracle, as her family calls it. She gets feelings about events, people, etc. Sometimes visions. She has absolutely no control over this.

Her blood is a very powerful alchemical ingredient and something her family uses for magic. Or did.

Enthtia has a green thumb. It's a natural gift of her family - they tend to plants well and they respond to the Czesh bloodline in kind.

     · Relationships ·

Czesh Family : Enthtia was close to the vast majority of her family and is only maintaining her distance for what she believes is for the best.

     · History ·

     · Additional Notes ·
I will be making more of her family.

Vesd's work tended to take him all over the world. Or, at least, all over the continent at present. It was one of the things he liked most about it. Travel, meet interesting people. Have those people kill other people. Get paid in the process. Since he acted as the middle man in most transactions, he flirted around with all sorts of... oddities... and operated all manner of fronts to do it. Not like he could set up a shop in every major city that advertised such a thing blatantly. Some of his more discerning clients wouldn't have appreciated it.

As such, he was presently set up as an oddity trinket shop owner while he stayed in Essyrn. Normally the place was run by a friend of his, when Vesd wasn't around, but when the Snow Elf was in the Golden City for business, he sat behind the counter and played the respectable role. Even dressed the part in local fabrics and silks.

While he didn't have anyone in the cluttered shop that was filled with shelves, he sat behind the counter and read through one of the news pamphlets. The place could do with a good dusting and organizing, but he wasn't feeling up for it in the moment. He knew everything in the place, even if it looked like no sane person could with how everything seemed to be stacked up on eachother and almost overflowing. He'd even procured almost a third of the merchandise in the store. Neat things in his travels with equally interesting stories.

For now, though, he was catching up on what was current in the Golden City. Feet propped up on the counter.

@DragonSong

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· Name · Tadala
· Age · 36
· Gender · Female
· Species · Human-ish
· Ethnicity · Serenian
· Height · 5'8"
· Occupation · Sect Recruiter / Scout
· Residence · Terrin Mountains
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     · Physical Description ·
Tadala is a tall, slender woman with sharp, angular features and bright, almost neon green eyes. She tends to stick out in a crowd if she doesn't do something about disguising herself, given that even her skin has an odd, green hue to it that some might consider sickly. Her hair is long and black with an inky, raven shine to it.

Given the odd nature of her appearance, Tadala usually wears layers of cloaks and cloth to keep most of her obscured. Within these layers, too, are a handful of small cobras she's kept as both companions and guards given that she's a long, long way from home. They're black scaled, almost jeweled-hide in appearance and not very. About as long as her fore-arm. Though she can't exactly communicate with them, they respond to basic commands.

     · Personality ·
Tadala is very devout to the Sect, the Mother of Scales, and the Honored Hydra - but that's not to say she isn't curious about the world at large. She's always looking for new and interesting people she thinks would benefit from her home, from her way of life - and she certainly thinks it is superior - but she is always quite careful about what she says and around whom. She isn't an idiot and knows full well that one of the strengths of the Sect is that they are largely unknown.

That being said, she is a very proud woman too. It's hard to convince her she might be wrong about something. Especially about what she considers 'life truths'.


     · Magic / Abilities ·
Poisonous blood : Like most Sect members, Tadala has been consuming hydra venom ritualistically in small doses and it's made her flesh and blood extremely toxic. If consumed, it's fatal. If put on the skin, it's likely to cause something similar to a chemical burn.

Snake Charmer : While she doesn't have any sort of telepathic connect with snakes or hydras, serpents of almost any form respond quite well to her.

     · Relationships ·

     · History ·

     · Additional Notes ·

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· Name · Inaya Rabi'A
· Age · 19
· Gender · Female
· Species · Human
· Ethnicity · Essyrni
· Height · 5'3"
· Occupation · Dancer
· Residence · Essyrn
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     · Physical Description ·
Inaya is a slender lady, with black hair that reaches well past her hips and almost to her calves. Her skin is fair but tanned so she doesn't burn easily in the Essyrn sun. As she's spent most her life either under the heavy hand of an overbearing father, or a slave, she's always been told what to wear. Generally gold decorated veils meant to flatter her and display the wealth of the one she's attached to.

She's generally kept clean - and prefers herself this way - with her hair tied up and back. Her bright blue eyes are frequently lined in black to further accent them. Given her life as a dancer, she's fit but not overly so.

     · Personality ·
Inaya might be a slave now, but she didn't start that way and wasn't born into it. Her manners are what most would consider proper - speak when spoken to, be seen but not heard. That's not to say she's demure or a passive woman, she just knows when to keep her mouth shut when it won't do her any good. While she was sold off as a harem 'wife' to another man, she's trying to find a way out of her current situation. Unhappy to be 'just another pretty face in the crowd'. She wants to feel important to someone, to be -that person's someone-. She's not likely to admit that, because it is a silly and romantic thing that doesn't happen to people like her, but she's not willing to settle for less than what she feels like she deserves.

And she feels like she deserves quite a lot, given she thinks quite a bit of herself. While she is a dancer, Inaya isn't helpless in other areas of her life. She knows how to cook, clean, mend clothing, and she's a fair enough hand with a blade. What's more, she's certainly willing to stab someone if she has to.


     · Magic / Abilities ·
All of Inaya's abilities are rather mundane. Dancing and some knife skills. She does know a handful of languages and she is well read, given her upbringing, and would fetch a high price being sold as 'just a slave'.

     · Relationships ·

     · History ·
Inaya came from a well to do merchant family, though she was but one of many children. Raised proper, to a loving mother and tutor, she was sold off to another merchant to be part of a harem. Given the nature of her heritage and upbringing, she's able to fetch quite the price on the slaver's market. Since she's yet to bare her current husband a child, he's opted to sell her off as 'flawed'.

     · Additional Notes ·

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· Name · Verena Aldis
· Age · 317
· Gender · Female
· Species · Werewolf
· Ethnicity · Adelan
· Height · 5'
· Occupation · Shaman / Herbalist
· Residence · Draconi Forest, Adela
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     · Physical Description ·
Verena is a small in stature woman whose personality takes up a room. Her clothes are handmade of leather and feathers - tokens brought to her by her mate - and part of her wardrobe as a shaman. When not dressed up in her 'profession', she lounges in softer leather tunic tops and skirts.

Though she is certainly an older werewolf, Verena still likes to 'play dress up' and wears kohl around her bright blue eyes to make them stand out.

Her wolf form is that of a grey, bipedal wolf that stands at a slender, muscled 7'.

     · Personality ·
Verena is a tad on the narcissistic side. Living as long as she has, the wolf tends to think she knows better than just about anyone - and is frequently correct. Not to say she gloats, just that she thinks you should listen to her and you'd be better off. In that, Verena is also quite motherly. Mostly to her own pups ( no matter how old they are ), but also to other wolves who come to her for guidance, help, or sanctuary.

She's a kind wolf that doesn't like to be crossed. There are hard lines she's drawn and, so long as you don't break her rules, Verena is quite friendly.

Though she's been mated for some time now, she's still a fair bit possessive and easily moved to jealousy.


     · Magic / Abilities ·
Shamanic Magic : Through rite and ritual, there isn't a lot that Verena can't accomplish through magical means. Healing, protection, divination, and summoning are her specialties.

Herbalist : If magic won't do it, the wolf has a green thumb and a good nose for herbs. She keeps a small garden.

Werewolf Shift : Verena shifts quick and while she will never be the strongest wolf by a long shot, she's fast.

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It was moments like this when Yaotzin should have probably done some self-reflection. What had brought him to the middle of the town, with a handful of men squaring off with him, swords drawn, in the middle of what he believed to be a rather lovely, sunny afternoon?

The last time Yaotzin had bought an entire town round after round of alcohol, he'd wandered out everyone's friend. They'd smiled and cheered, waved merrily as he sauntered off down the street. Wearing his soldier skin, so they didn't think he was actually some manner of immortal monster, but still.

He wore that same persona now. Pretty blonde hair gave way to sharp blue eyes and perfect cream skin. He looked physically fit, with a sword at his hip and expensive armor wrapped around him. Chain and leather. It wasn't just the armor that made him feel stifled, though, it was the entire persona, but he'd suffered through it for a good time. Or... what he'd thought was a good time.

Right up until what he believed was the local blacksmith storming in and dragging him out, tossing him into the main street. The man was furious, spouting off something about his daughter. No names, so that wasn't particularly helpful, and all the women had been ushered into their homes. At least, all the attached ones. "Really, gentlemen, I don't know what all the fuss is about..." he said, though Yaotzin was starting to suspect he was speaking a foreign language. Even with his arms out to the side, palms up in what he thought was a peaceful gesture, their faces kept getting redder and the blacksmith jabbed his hammer in Yaotzin's direction menacingly.

"You came into town and you bright this evil with you!"

Yaotzin wasn't sure what evil, but he wasn't sure asking would help. A chorus of agreement rang around him though, so the situation was souring quickly. He was beginning to suspect he'd have to play dead after they pretend beat him up.

"Emptying the tavern of alcohol, tempting our wives, sisters, sons and daughters with your wiles!"

He still wasn't hearing the bad part. Was the man working up to it?

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· Name · Yaotzin
· Age · Thousands of years. 2k+
· Gender · Male
· Species · Devil
· Height · 6'4"
· Occupation · Tempter, wandering sinner
· Residence · Anywhere
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     · Physical Description ·
Yaotzin is a classical devil, and while he might hail from an abyssal realm of fire and brimestone, he isn't what most would consider evil. He certainly looks the part though. Tall, reddish skin, with black curled horns and cloven hooves. Dark nails and slit-pupil eyes like that of a snake. Never mind the pronged tail. In his normal body, his black hair is silky and long, reaching mid-back, and he wears tailored, expensive clothing that fits him. Generally in dark shades and colors. He's a strong, muscled creature with a smooth voice that seems like silk along the skin when he talks.

His alternate forms vary considerably. Depending on the mood and situation, he can be anyone from a strapping young soldier to a wealthy, elder noble. The gender can also change. These polymorphs are rudimentary in that they change what he looks like but he doesn't function very well in them. The soldier looks like a soldier, but he's not exactly strong in the human form and fighting in such makes him look awkward. Never mind how silly he is as a woman. More to the point, his human forms don't function in that he can't have sex in them. It's like he pulled over a very snug fitting rubber suit. To resume normal function, he needs to be himself. Eating and drinking are likewise uncomfortable.



     · Personality ·
Yaotzin is a displaced devil that sees his time on the material plane as a sort of vacation. He believes himself to be rather invulnerable - and he is to must mundane forms of danger / weaponry - and all he wants to do is explore and have fun. Granted, his idea of fun is tempting people to do things they might not otherwise do, but he's not about getting people to do things they wouldn't do at all. Rather, Yaotzin is the devil of desires, passions. Sometimes that manifests as a good night out, drinking. Sometimes that manifests in seeking revenge. He never commits whatever evil there might be, but he certainly doesn't stop it. He's forever an enabler, an encourager, and likely the best friend anyone will ever have in a very short amount of time.

That being said, he doesn't like being blamed for things that aren't his fault and he has a thing about deals. Most devils of his ilk do. A promise made is a bargain struck. He will do whatever he must to uphold his end, and he expects the same out of whomever he's struck a deal with. What he asks isn't usually nefarious either.

Yaotzin never forgets a face and is, at base, a pretty charming devil.


     · Magic / Abilities ·
Invulnerable - It is exceptionally hard to kill Yaotzin, as he is an immortal creature. Mundane weapons don't wound him and most magics can't get past his natural resistances. He doesn't catch diseases and poisons don't bother him - though he'll say they taste bad.

Charm - When focused, Yaotzin can usually draw people to him. Get them to talk, warm up to him, and otherwise consider him their best friend even if they'd just met. Something akin to a vampire's ability to dominate someone, though his is more about subtle suggestion. If he does anything that would hurt or insult the person, the charm wears off. It only works if he's actually being charming and friendly.

Materialization - Yaotzin can create most minor, mundane items. Money, trinkets, consumables. They mean very little to him, but they open doors and make people happy so...

Magic - The devil is quite adept at fire and force magic. Setting things alight, snuffing out things, and a form of telekinesis that is magic based.


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Given that Yaotzin is classified as Invulnerable in his abilities, I won't be threading him with anyone that wants to hunt him down and kill him. Not unless it's for a plot point.

Natias did a lot of odd and end jobs. Most of the time they were straight-forward guard or escort caravan jobs. The sort that were posted up in way stations or taverns along the outskirts of cities. He was a pretty unassuming 'person'. He generally picked up the dress of whatever place he was in, presented friendly enough, and didn't ask for any more than he was owed.

It was a nice set up for the wandering Haevar.

However, sometimes jobs fell through and promised payment couldn't always be what was agreed upon. Merchants weren't always what they pretended to be, after all. Natias didn't get upset when he walked away from a job with something other than coin, though. Life wasn't always about money.

Like right now. He sat a day's ride out from the nearest big city, looking at the odd lantern he'd been paid with. An antique, he'd been told. Worth a hefty sum of gold. The haevar would have believed it if the store it'd come from hadn't been in a state of veritable disrepair. Likely, it'd be worth more melted down and stamped into actual currency.

Though it did look neat. Natias had taken it because it was obvious it was all he'd get for the job. With a small fire crackling near by, his blunted claws idly played over the surface. Did it even work as a lantern anymore? Maybe he could just... use it like that.

As one of his claws ran over the rather dirty class, he chipped off what had to have been a dried, black substance that had been smeared over it. Coating the glass and thus obscuring what was a faint glow within. That just made the haevar frown. Was it already alight? Magical? The damn thing had been coated in something to hide the light, maybe because someone hadn't known how to turn it off?

Curiosity snagged, the haevar shifted to kneel over it while snagging one of his extra shirts. He intended on trying to scrub off whatever was on the glass... In his futile attempts, he did find the small clasp that would open the lantern. Maybe that'd help him get whatever it was off it. He didn't want to apply too much pressure and invariably break it, but he was curious what was making the light. So, after finagling with the latch that seemed a little stuck, he managed to get the lantern open.

@JaddWard

So! I don't know how around I'm going to be, or how quick I can be to respond to things, because the BFs mom is going to be visiting for the next 6 days or so. She is pretty much here to see the BF, but he doesn't want to deal with her all by himself so I'm likely going to be pulled into a lot of stuff.

I'll respond where I can and reply when I find the time. Hopefully she goes to bed early and I'll still be able to post and plot at night, at the very least. :/ Can you feel how thrilled I am?

Anyway, just wanted to give a heads up. <3

It wasn't frequently that Alyce and Isothaire were asked to do something for the military. While technically on retainer, they were more often set out to hunt monsters terrorizing towns and farms then they were paired off with anyone that held any sort of rank.

Alyce liked to think it was because his talents were better suited to hunting, but it was largely in part because his family had worked to secure a job for him where his eccentricities wouldn't ruin his life.

He could behave now and then. Especially with Isothaire reigning him in where needed. The dragonpair landed outside the small village, which was really no more than a handful of buildings. None of them bigger than Isothaire himself. For that reason, the two-headed dragon opted to remain on the 'outskirts' while Alyce was left to wander toward the small inn where he was supposed to meet his military buddy. He parted ways with Isothaire warning him to 'behave'.

Dressed in thick leather and fur like he was expecting it to snow, even though it was the height of spring, Alyce passed by several of the villagers and offered 'hellos' and 'good mornings'. They knew what he was, it was hard to miss his arrival, but still found his wild hair and dress odd. When he wandered in the small inn, there were only two tables and a couple of stools near a counter. He sat at an empty table to wait, tossing a couple of coins in the middle to pay for a drink while he waited. Getting to hunt out some bandits that'd been terrorizing these people would be good fun.

Assuming the weather held and they were easy to track.

Isothaire settled himself in the grass near a farm, trying not to be in the way. Which was a bit difficult for a dragon his size, but he tried. Ignoring the looks.

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Flying into the rain was probably the worst. He absolutely hated the stinging needles across the little exposed skin of his face. The sooner they reached the southern slope of the mountains, the better.

He couldn't even see the damned ground in the growing storm. He had to trust in the warm, moving body beneath him. Granted, Alyce would've trusted Isothaire regardless. He'd jumped off cliffs with the dragon before.

When they did finally land, it came as a shock to the Rider. He jerked in the strapped saddle and cussed colorfully into the growing rain storm. One of Isothaire's wedge shaped heads twisted to regard him. "We're here." The dragon's low, rumbling words were heard and felt. Alyce made a face, unstrapped himself, and slid sort of gracefully down the side of Isothaire's foreleg. Right into some knee deep mud.

Alyce cussed some more while Isothaire rumbled a laugh and extended a wing, at least protecting his 'little brother' from the rain. "You couldn't land somewhere solid?!" he shouts up, trudging through the mud until he finds ground a bit more solid up a slight hill, onto rock.

The large dragon made a show of lifting one leg. "Solid for me."

Alyce sighs and looks up, into the rain, waiting for his partner. Then, maybe, they can hunt down somewhere to weather out the storm.

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