Ooc: Request A Body To Rp As Elyth!

[Cykan 1]

Okay, here goes:

I'm looking for someone to roleplay as a character I've been thinking up for a while now. Her name is Elyth, last name is whatever you can think up. She CAN be an alt character, but if you're not an elf, I hope you like traveling.

I've written up a short story to sum up my character's personality and a taste of Elyth's:

“Hail!”

I heard the voice from somewhere behind me, but didn't bother to turn. My eyes remained focused on a lily pad that was snagged on a branch wedged deep into the river-mud. The lazy flow of the river was gently tugging at the pad's edges, but the lily mad no movement except for a gentle bouncing motion on the surface of the water.

“Hail...”

The voice was near me, and to my right. I tore my gaze from the river and looked to the man standing next to me.

He wore fairly lavish clothing. His golden cloak was set against his deep purple undershirt, and the heavy boots on his feet had sunk a bit into the ground. His face looked sharp, almost hawkish, and he had a thin, bloodless mouth that wore no expression.

I realized I was just staring blankly into his face, and briefly considered continuing as thus. Just to measure his reaction, you understand. However, his clothing suggested some sort of nobility, and I didn't want to make a bad impression.

“Hail, sir. Sorry for staring,” I apologized. The word “sir” wasn't something I used often or with merriment, but the noble had a great-sword on his back, and all I had was a bit of dirt that my subconscious instructed my left hand to pick up. Upon the realization that I was holding dirt, I dropped it quickly and wiped my hand on my jacket.

The noble looked at me with an amused smile, and offered his right hand to shake.

“Ashrun Ullipson, architect.”

Certainly polite, but the lack of a title meant I had being going out of my way to curtsy to a mere rich person. However, he seemed of a decent sort, especially since he was talking to me. If you were to look at my long and worn cloak, along with my pants in need of sewing up, you'd think I was homeless and about as rich as a stick. Actually, the former was true, but only temporarily. As soon as the Treetop Inn was rebuilt in Asulon, I'd have a bed to call my own. For the moment I just slept in Aylir's, or Voak's, or Alys' ((Nope-- Alys is dead now. Wrote this part months ago.)), or maybe Seth's if he left his door open. I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

I grasped his hand and shook it lightly, casting a sideways glance at the river. I was content to talk with him as long as the lily was within my sight.

“My name's Cykan,” I replied, trying to think up a reasonably impressive profession. “Hunter.” There wasn't an ounce of truth in that. I did enjoy hunting, and used to do it often, but for years now I've merely leeched my food off of those more generous than I. Namely, Voak and whoever else I managed to convince that I was going to die if they didn't “Please spare a loaf of bread or two! And maybe some melons... and meat...” Also, holding a bow accurately with a fake left hand is extremely difficult.

Ashrun looked me in the eyes. His eyes were green, and seemed honed to a sharp edge. Just looking straight into them made me think he was going to ask how I would like my heart cut out, so I was fairly surprised when he asked “Do you know where the Mori live?”

Simple questions tend to have simple answers. With a flourish, I pointed my finger dramatically to the stone path leading out of the tree-city. “Right on down there, although I wouldn't recommend walking directly down it.”

He glanced at me quizzically, and the corners of my mouth turned up in a small smile. “What I mean is that you should walk near the path, but hidden in the trees. Keep it in your sight, but don't go so close as that someone coming the other way would easily notice you.”

“Ahh, that's understandable,” he said, putting a hand to his sword. “but I fear my quest will fail anyways if I'm not able to kill some random elf-mutant I meet on the road.”

At the words “elf-mutant,” I almost felt like slugging his jaw hard enough for his teeth to fall out his nose. We're all entitled to our own opinions, however, so I ground my teeth a bit and just turned away from him to watch the lily. Upon which I realized that the lily had disappeared.

I swore a bit, and started sprinting down the river. All of my exasperation would have been dispelled had I seen the architect's face as he tried to make sense of my actions, but I was too busy looking for the lily to look back.

***

I never caught that lily. Maybe it sank, or took a small fork and disappeared into a swamp. It would've been nice to have. I was hoping to stick into Seth's pond, for it was the best-shaped lily pad I'd seen in weeks. Maybe I should've stuck fish into his pond instead.

In any case, I didn't see that architect again. It would've been amusing if he was a slave. Walking into town with that necklace, with his back raw from the whip and that empty look on his face... although, it's hard to imagine eyes like his turning completely lifeless.

My life of watching a river may not seem interesting to you. The thing is, I'm normally not one to do anything of my own initiative. If something interesting comes to me, then perhaps I'll play along, but life seems satisfactory just watching a river and relaxing. There are always those few little snags, though, those events that raise the quality of your life in a steady rising motion, and then send it to hell, which creates a lovely little barb if you put it on a chart. That barb expresses pretty well how the memory sticks in your brain. Painful, unwanted, but stuck deep and not leaving anytime soon.

As to chasing after females, that's certainly something I've distanced myself from. My general opinion has formed that they are slinky and lying creatures, twisting your feelings and screwing up your life. All the ones I've ever given the trouble of finding out anything about turn out that way. They seem so nice and sweet and tempting on the outside... like a peach filled with maggots.

I'll pick the story back up a few months after losing that lily. I was glaring at a rather large log that was drifting slowly with the river's current. Each time it touched a bank, the log pirouetted and went into a spin that halted just in time for it to hit the other shore and repeat the process. Really quite interesting.

Just about as the log was exiting my watching-range, a young-looking and perhaps slightly attractive wood elf came stomping down the gravel path that led past my hiding spot. Her face was burning, and I didn't have to read lips to figure out that she was cussing up a storm. Her clothes were soaked as if she forgot about gravity and tripped right into a pond. A deep pond, with lots of algae. The reeking plant-matter draped over her shoulders was very visible and very repelling. All in all, she seemed to be the vilest creature I had met in months.

Now, you might think that such a thing would make me scramble for cover, but this woman interested me greatly. Nearly all the women I’ve ever met are so interested in looking perfect, but she didn’t seem to give a rat’s ass about her appearance, and the words coming out of her mouth were anything but womanly. Her personality seemed a perfect opposite to the general woman populace. Well, at least it did then.

“You have a private raincloud or something?” I shouted over to her.

“Either you find a way to plug that ******* you call a mouth, or I come over there and find a suitably-sized rock to do it for you!” As she sent this insult soaring in my direction, the strangest thing happened. I smiled at her.

The warmth of a grin spread quickly across my face, taking me rather by surprise. The lady-elf, however, took it the wrong way.

“You think this is funny? Huh?” She gestured wildly at her clothing. “I'm soaked to the bone and about to die of chill and you start laughing?”

Like magic, I pulled a slightly torn but perfectly dry dress out of my cloak and waved it at her.

“How about some dry clothes, then?” I actually had no idea at the time where the clothes came from. I carry all sorts of things around in my cloak, and this had seemed to just find its way in there.

She gave me her best shot at an angry glare, which made her look even more pitiful if anything. Her arms glistened in the fading sunlight as she folded them in front of her shivering chest. “If you think for one second that I'm going to change in front of you, then...” she paused for a second. “Then...” I watched her struggle to ignore the cold long enough to insult me again. “Screw it,” she decided, “Give me the clothes.”

As I handed them to her, her stormy gray eyes didn't waver off of my face for a second. She watched me to make sure that I no longer found any aspect of this situation in any way enjoyable. Apparently satisfied, she pointed to the tree at my back.

“You get behind it. Now. And if I see so much as a hair peeking around the corner...” she pulled a dagger out of her belt. “This goes in your eye.”

I tried to look prematurely apologetic, and near-whimpered in the most pathetic voice I could muster: “You're welcome for the clothes at any rate.”

She stared skeptically at my face.

“Look, I'm sorry if I come across as a *****, but right now I don't exactly feel the need for courtesy.” She waved her hand at the tree. “Now, are you going to get behind that tree, or do I have to stab you first?”

I obediently wandered over to a point where the trunk obstructed my view, and shouted out to her. “My name's Cykan, by the way.”

“Elyth!” she replied. “Now shut up!”

If you wish to RP as her, you don't need any sort of app. You can decide on what path she takes on her relationship with me, for better or worse. You should be able to play her personality reasonably well based on the story, but you're welcome to change it through RP. Points of her personality are the fact that she's easy to anger, but also easy to calm. She can be foul-mouthed, and doesn't think much of it. Her opinions are generally sensible, but she's very strong in the; arguable type. If I think that you're the one to RP her, we'll have a private discussion of skins and whatnot.

I'm in the Western US time zone (GMT-08:00), and it would help if you lived in the US, but it's not a requirement.

I don't have many pet peeves about RP, but this is one big one: You MUST be able to use punctuation and capitalization correctly. Bad spelling is alright, as long as it isn't too extensive, but punctuation and whatnot is first-grade stuff. Easy enough to fix if it's not something you currently do.

For your post, just tell me that you wish to play as her. Players who have been on the server for a while may have a greater chance of taking the spot, as it's easier to check into their backgrounds. But I still may accept those new to the server based on the quality of their RP. And, since it's still Easter here... happy Easter!

[Minst 7]

This will certainly be interesting, if I could, I would. But unfortunately, I am a bit... overtaxed, shall I say? Im already someones possible child, so sorry, but good luck in finding someone to do this.

Edit: Nevermind, ignore that child thing. Decided not to, not very good at RPing a child. Still possible to tke this char, depending. Feel free to PM me, we will see what happens.

Edit 2: Let others post first, then make your choice between the bunch.

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.