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  1. The Man You Will Not Be Life is cruel and unfair. Any semblance of happiness may be retained or harshly stripped on fickle whims. And while the tides of fate are beyond the control of any single man, one can control how they navigate the storm. Within the depths of Staalgrav, the room of the Young Master Audo Weiss went untouched by his presence in the days following the wedding. Only one person was privy to his absence - his newly wed, Veronica Weiss. Though it should be noted that her knowledge came not of her careful observance but of her last sighting of her husband in a brief moment of melancholy they shared as they sat beside the rain-swept docks of Sheffield port. “I hate this family,” Audo lashed, though his teary gaze remained glued to the distant waves that grew ever-closer, “It brings nothing but pain.” Showing tears to women was weak, or so he had learned. Perhaps his words were, too. Though the spilling of his heart with such wrath did nothing but scar it. In his stubbornness, despite knowing that the lady he loved was surely pained too, he had chosen to remain alone, merely promising not to do anything rash. A wilting candle-flame licked weakly at the encroaching shadows with which Audo has surrounded himself. His lone form slumped over the desk allotted by the budget the military held to decorate each room of the barracks. Ever-present, the tug of sleep pulled at his weary form and yet it eluded him for with it came visions of that which haunted the recesses of his mind. All that were by his side were two celebratory jars of Zvaervauld Lilac Honey, lovingly crafted and adorned with imagery fit for the Houses of Weiss and de Pelear, and a bottle of Carrion Black. The singular owner of the jars, however, was dead for all Audo knew. Death, which haunted him. Even in his happiest of days, there it lingered as it threatened the tethers of his friend to this world, as it threatened himself, his brother, his father, his sister: Death. “Form a ‘V’, wait for it to charge!” Came a call he understood. In the tense waiting of the moments before the clash of the Haense forces and the invading Inferi, all was quiet except the screams of the commanders. The boy was too young to know who all the people were, merely that he had picked the front with the one family did know, the de Pelears. The Grand Prince had attended the Eastern front, too, and yet the boy’s father had not. “Now!” The cry broke, and in a wave of unison the soldiers sliced at the sides of the flaming boar that rushed through - before shrieks followed and the imps upon its once-armoured back fled as cannonballs smashed down into the crowd from their own side. Disoriented from the crash, some distant awareness that the boar was wreaking havoc on the backlines lingering, the boy took up arms when a new order followed, to charge the Inferi with the other loyal citizenry of Haense. Perhaps GOD smiled upon the loyalty shown that day, or perhaps He pitied the whimsy of a child who wished to save his father’s mind. Either way, through some miracle the boy, though blinded from his shattered glasses, lived the battle in place of his unfortunate allies. He was a blessed one, to escape Death - to sob into the arms of Felix Weiss. He was a blessed one, to ward off Sorrow with the Carrion Black his father gave him. Audo Weiss shifted his gaze from the jars of honey to a bottle of Carrion Black that sat upon the desk. Unopened, it lingered on the rim of the candle’s light. Tauntingly, it dared to glimmer just like the jars of honey under the scrutiny of the man’s gaze. He reached for the bottle, grasping it firmly as his torso rose from the desk with a groan. With a practiced hand, he unscrewed the lid. The stench burned. The boy wrinkled his nose and coughed after he sipped from the king’s goblet. Carrion Black was all the king ever drank, a vile-tasting tar as far as his tongue was concerned! Though his eyes watered, and the lad’s body thoroughly rejected the intake of the alcohol, he slid the drink in front of Karl III: a bad taste it may be, but it was not one of Death - yet. Unlike the young one, when the king raised the goblet to his own lips he could drink as if it were water. He afforded the boy a passing glance, before returning it to the room and those that squabbled across the table before him. Even after Karl III passed, he had words of wisdom for his cupbearer, his shield against would-be assassins. Upon receiving the goblet of the late king, inside a stained black void, Audo was bestowed with a wish that made his heart sink: ‘I hope that you will not become an alcoholic by the age of fifteen’. Perhaps those words might have done some good if spoken while the king had lived. A bottle of Whiskey in his hand, a teenager, Audo sat in the crypt of the kings of yore. Though Karl III had yet to find his resting place, for some years he had made a habit of visiting the likes of Sigismund III ‘The Golden’. His visits started as a naive apology, but had grown into the likes of a one-sided discussion. Some part of him believed the king must’ve been well-loved, and surely such a king would care unconditionally. As he talked, and talked, of the grand Felix Weiss and of the inquisitive Haus Weiss, and of all that tore at his family and his mind, but only the dead were present to hear. He talked, he drank, and he stumbled home. Yet, home was not to be where he would find himself. Drunk as he was, he cursed his younger sister, Sierra Weiss, for failing to heed his warning of safety for the youngest, Via Weiss. “You’re a disgrace to your father!” A call came, as Audo staggered out of the tavern. Speak of the man, and he shall appear. Unfortunately, as Audo stumbled out he fell into the graces of his mentor, Georg I. As he spoke, Felix stood aside. Unrelenting, the glare of the patriarch bore into him and the bottle of whiskey each time Audo swung it as he spoke. Being pleased that the king chose Audo for a task was far from Felix’s mind. Hunching, Audo huffed out a cough, “Papej!” He cried after a hit was laid into his gut. In a feeble attempt to defend himself, he lashed out for Felix’s towering form, only to end up on the ground. With a harsh grasp, Audo’s head was yanked back and in the following moments, he was drowning in whiskey. It burnt his eyes, his nose, his lungs; he spluttered though continued to fight. Empty, the bottle was shattered against the far wall on the alley. In his stupor, Audo could not land a single attack and once pulled to his feet, another hook laid into his gut. His back connected with the alley wall as the contents of his stomach splattered the cobbles below. Felix Weiss, an umbra, loomed before he stooped down to eye-level with his blubbering, pathetic boy. “Son, you’ve hit rock bottom.” But by that time, they were not the only ones in the alley. Felix’s wife, Maria Weiss, looked upon the scene from afar, approaching when she saw fit. A mother, this woman was not - not to Audo. Their time spent together had been minimal, and accepting another figure into his life at such a late age was something he had thus far failed to do. And yet here she stood, to mother him at supposed rock bottom. Her words were not easy, and not all comforting. She was as harsh and as stubborn as Felix and his heir. But even so, she cared. Perhaps a meaningless nothing in any other situation, Maria retrieved a shattered piece of glass from the floor. Outstretched towards him, what little light did shine into the alley glimmered from the rough edges of the remnant. “Take this as a reminder of the son you will not be.” Clasping the Carrion Black in his hand, Audo Weiss raised it to his lips. The bottle tilted ever so slightly, but none of the liquid inside kissed him. Slowly, he drew the bottle away, staring down to the contained blackness. As the candle-light flickered, the reflection wavered in the glass. His grasp tightened; the bottle shattered against the wall, spilling its guts against the wall and floor. Creaking, the chair tilted as Audo raised himself to sit back. A solemn glower fell over his features as he observed the pool of Carrion Black growing at the base of the wall. If Death and Sorrow wanted him, they would have to fight for him.
  2. THE DAY OF RECKONING A POV Post of the Rear Guard from Gaius Rosius var Ruthern 7th of Peter’s Glory, In the Year 41 BA The ashes covered the city of Atrus but its citizens were more than ready to defend their beloved city from the oncoming onslaught of the necromancers and their pet, Cloudbreaker. Gaius Rosius var Ruthern awoke early that day. He read his prayer book and murmured a soft prayer as he signed the lorraine before donning the armor of House Ruthern. He had only one mission in his heart and mind, to defend Balian. Breakfast was merely an afterthought as he exited his home. He first went to the square to check on the preparations the Balian Army and its allies had made for Atrus. Next, he made his way through the streets of the city and around the walls to ensure the walls were all properly defended. The young Baron of Marsana made further plans to properly ensure the wellbeing of the cannons and ballistae, helping the Lord Seneschal Ledicort Vuiller deliver the black bolts to the defenders tasked with manning the ballistae. He then set around cauldrons with water for the cannoneers to use. All of this was done through help from his good friends and comrades Kasimir Sarkozic and Hreidunn Fehn. Once the final preparations were done, he and his comrades made his way back to the square. From there he met his sister, Eryane de Rosius who came to see him, fearing it would be the last time she would be able to speak to him. The two exchanged words and assurances that their family will be together again before she departed with the other citizens of Balian in their evacuation to Castle Renduzzo. “Are you ready?” Kasimir spoke to him as he donned his helmet. “Da. Y am.” Gaius would respond as he too then donned his own helmet. The call from Drako Darkwood, Count of Renduzzo, to the defenders of Atrus to rally was heard by all of the descendents in the city. Gaius and his comrades made their way to the rear of the city, they climbed the ladders to man their station at the rear walls where a certain orc shaman that went by the name Borok delivered an inspiring speech to his comrades from Krugmar and Nor’Asath. The descendants tasked with the rear defense of Balian soon went to their respective stations upon the rear walls. The humans made their way to the middle and right side of the wall whilst the orcs and mali’ker stayed at the left side. Gaius, Hreidunn and Kasimir manned the rightmost cannon. The three of them checked the health of their cannon and the proper supplies were ready for use for the artillery. The three comrades were soon joined by Drako Darkwood and Cardinal Teodosio, ready to keep the right flank of the wall secure. Soon enough, the Haelunorians and the Aaunites arrived to offer their assistance in the rear. The Aaunites took hold of the ballistae at the right hand side whilst the Haelunorians and the Paladins took control of the one at the tower. Among the Aaunites was a familiar sight, Gaius’s Raev brethren, his cousin, Jan Ivanovich. “Yam here to help cuz.” Gaius smiled underneath his helmet as he then nodded, “Da cuz. Jest dobry to see you. Come stand with us.” Now they were all ready. After a few hours of intense anticipation and small talk among the defenders crimson lightning broke through the skies above. It was soon followed by a distant roar of a dragon. Cloudbreaker was coming. King Alexander I of Balian stood at the center of the wall calling for his human brethren and his fellow Balianese citizens to offer a quick prayer to GOD. Gaius and his comrades joined in the prayer. Another streak of crimson lightning followed, battering the skies. Now was the time to fight, the defenders manned their cannons, aiming it beyond the wall towards the field. The ones who manned the ballistae in the rear kept their focus upon the sky. As for the others who were not stationed at the artillery, they drew their crossbows and potions, ready to wreak havoc upon the Iblees worshippers and their undead minions. First came Cloudbreaker, distant roars and shouts from the front gates of the city could be heard as the defenders at the front walls of Balian scampered to shoot the dragon as it approached Atrus. Gaius tensed his shoulders but he kept his torch ready to light the cannon as his comrades loaded it with powder and a cannonball, focusing on the impending invasion from their side of the wall. The Baron of Marsana took a deep breath as he waited for the oncoming onslaught at the rear. Finally, the shrill laughs of the necromancers could be heard from beyond the rear wall out towards the trees. They were coming. A certain descendent shouted, “Ready your cannons!” As soon as that was said, the voidal obelisk that was built upon a roof of the building close to the rear wall exploded behind the defenders, the concussive force caused some who stood there to fall from the roof of the building whilst others were knocked back. The shrapnels pelted many of the defenders. Fortunately, their plated armors shielded them from the shrapnels. Gaius felt his own body being pushed against the cannon as he regained his balance. He was fortunate to not be too close to the explosion radius. The descendants recovered from the explosion quickly, returning to their posts as the undead army now began to March towards the rear wall with only one goal: the destruction of Atrus. Gaius quickly ordered his friend Hreidunn to aim the cannon towards the right flank of the marching undead. Once Hreidunn had done so, the young Baron then lit up the fuse with the torch. After a few seconds the cannon was fired towards the mass of necrotic bones at the right flank, pounding them into the ground. The other cannoneers continued their work at the middle and left flank. Cardinal Teodosio filled a bucket with water from the cauldron beside the cannon and passed it to Gaius who immediately poured it over the barrel to cool it down. Once it was done, they prepared and loaded another cannon ball for a second shot. Jan Ivanovich and Drako Darkwood used their own personal ranged weaponries to give Gaius and his fellow cannoneers cover as they continued to prepare the cannon for another round. However, the second shot did not arrive. The cannon began to malfunction as soon as Gaius lit up another fuse. He cursed under his breath as he stepped away from the cannon, about to call to his cousin for another bucket of water until he heard a familiar roar followed by a flapping of wings and a streak of lightning from the clouds. This time, it was close. “BRACE YOURSELVES!” Someone in the rear defense shouted those words. Immediately the Ruthern looked up towards the sky to see Cloudbreaker circling above them before diving downwards. He then opened his mouth, ready to breathe whatever horrific harm it could bring upon the descendents. Immediately Gaius brought up his shield, stepping in front of Hreidunn to protect him. As he did so, he called to the Cardinal, Kasimir and to his cousin Jan Ivanovich to form a shield wall. The three of them quickly stood shoulder to shoulder with their shields raised towards the Dragon. As Cloudbreaker breathed its gorey substance upon the descendants, the shield wall protected Gaius and his comrades. The dragon then flew away to terrorize the front gates again. A sigh of relief escaped Gaius’s lips as he brought his shield down for the moment, only to hear shouts from the tower. It turned out that the gorey substance had formed into undead corpses that were now terrorizing the people who were manning the ballistae. Some went up the ladder to help whilst the others focused on the undead who were still marching towards the walls. Amid the gorey chaos, Gaius turned his head towards their cannon, only to see it had been destroyed along with part of the wall in front of them. Cardinal Teodosio immediately shouted, “Form a shield wall here!” Immediately, the former cannoneers complied. They raised their shields forming a wall whilst Gaius withdrew his crossbow, loading it with a slayer steel bolt as he stood behind the shield wall. The undead archers were readying their bows, aiming towards the middle of the wall. As they did so, the field trembled slightly. Behind the undead army lumbered two giant behemoths of flesh, blood and gore making their way towards the walls. Amid the potential doom that was spelled by these flesh giants, the descendants however, did not lose their morale. Rather, they were further emboldened to fight when one of the paladins had managed to cast a form of holy flame against one of the giants. The shamans had begun casting their own spells. "DO NOT LET THIS WALL FALL!" A defender shouted amidst the oncoming second onslaught. In the midst of this fight, Cardinal Teodosio attempted to raise the morale of the group at the right flank by coining their shield wall, the ‘Shield Brothers of Ablution’. The name was befitting for the sons of Exalted Horen who took up their shields and arms to protect a bastion for humanity. The shieldwall was soon accompanied by the Haelunorian phalanx at their right flank, protecting the descendents stationed there from any other potential volley of arrows or projectiles from the undead monstrosities. Gaius continued shooting his slayersteel bolts towards the giant and the undead archers, managing to hit the giant a few times while downing some of the undead archers. He grit his teeth under his helmet however when he saw the giant readying a cart full of dead cattle carcasses. Soon enough the cart was flung towards the middle of the group of defenders upon the wall followed by a volley of arrows at the same location. The Ruthern turned his head to see some of them hit by the carcasses whilst the arrows bounced off their armors. However, a few soldiers felt the arrows pierce through the joints of their plate armors, leaving injuries. Drako Darkwood himself was almost hit by one of the carcasses, until he was quickly dragged out of harm’s way by another soldier. Nevertheless, Gaius focused on the battle before him. The shield wall was protecting them from the volley of arrows so far and that was a good thing. Both giants were downed finally by the ranged weapons and spells from the defenders. However, there was no time to celebrate. More undead reinforcements joined the ranks of the invaders. They were now scaling the walls, ready to climb. This did not look too good. Gaius prayed to GODAN in his mind that the descendents tasked with destroying the Phylactery and the reinforcements at the canyon would be victorious. Who knows how long they can hold down the city for? The morale of the soldiers however were slowly diminishing. Reports of a breach at the front gates and the burning of Saint Lothar’s Square and the church seemed like a grim omen for the defenders of Balian. The Duke of Minitz had now begun to argue with Borok the Shaman about retreating back towards Eternal Sun Square and continuing the fight there. However, the orcs and most of the defenders on the wall preferred to stay on the wall and hold it down until reinforcements from the descendents arrived. As the descendents prepared themselves for the potential breach of the walls, infighting began to develop. The orc shaman who was arguing with the Duke of Minitz kicked him off the wall and down into the city. Fortunately, the Duke of Minitz did not die but was severely injured. King Alexander I and King Charles Alstion of Aaun immediately rushed to save him. The actions by the orc now sparked a fight between some Aaunites and the orc of Krugmar. However, this fight was soon settled by both sides when they realized that dealing with Cloudbreaker and the undead were more important at the moment. It was at this moment that the cavalry had finally arrived. The soldiers who had ventured to the canyon had come back victorious, cutting off any future undead reinforcements, they were now charging with the thundering hooves of their horses towards the undead horde in the back, cutting down the archers one by one. Some of the undead, however, had now finally managed to climb the walls and reach the top. The descendents, with their newfound morale, however, were ready. Gaius sheathed his crossbow as he then equipped his shield and mace. He charged forward with his comrade Hreidunn, using his mace to deliver a blunt impact on the undead and force them to stumble backwards and fall back from the wall, back down to where they came from. As the breach from the top of the wall was taken care of and now that the reinforcements had arrived on the ground, Cardinal Teodosio, having heard news of the church burning, wanted to save it. The Shield Brothers of Ablution followed him as he climbed down the wall and back into the city towards the church. Unfortunately, they were too late, the Church was beyond saving. Cloudbreaker demonstrated its wrath of its malflame throughout the square and the Church. Gaius, Kasimir and Hreidunn gently guided the Cardinal towards the Arena, promising him that Atrus will be rebuilt and its house of GOD will look better than before. It was then that Cloudbreaker now arrived, right in front of them, atop the roof of the library. Immediately, the Descendents clambered down the walls and made their way to the square either to escape or go forth towards the Arena and into the evacuation tunnels. King Alexander I himself manned the singular cannon in the Eternal Sun Square with some others, aiming it towards the skeletal dragon of ruin. However, there was something odd. The dragon was unmoving, immobile even. Within a short minute, it then flew back up towards the sky, before crashing down, landing outside of Atrus with its head severed. The soldiers that had gone to destroy the Phylactery had succeeded, Cloudbreaker is no more. The help from the paladins and the other soldiers who fought it until it was gravely injured only further nailed its coffin. Its severed head rested upon the mesa desert in front of Balian. The descendents now made their way towards it cheering in victory. They have felled the great necrotic dragon and amid the chaos, the raining fire from the sky melted the remaining undead, forcing many of the necromancers to flee whilst the others were slain by the blades of the descendants. It was then that Worm, the devourer of realms, appeared. It let out a screech before burrowing itself deep into the ground, causing a small earthquake. Immediately Gaius called to his comrades to flee to Renduzzo, knowing Atrus might collapse completely if the Worm made its way to the city. The remaining descendants, having defeated Cloudbreaker, now fled towards Renduzzo Castle to regroup and rest. The injured were quickly taken to the clinics whilst the others conversed with one another and embraced their family members and friends, happy to see each other again. However, they all knew that many lives were lost during this siege. Many of whom do not know their names yet. Gaius and his comrades returned to Atrus after all was said and done to find any stragglers, injured or corpses of their fallen compatriots. It was there, among the ruins and bodies of the deceased that Cardinal Theodosio led the soldiers of GOD to sing “Non Nobis Domine” to honor them. Gaius returned back to Renduzzo that night wiser and more learned from this siege. He had defended Balian, his home. The descendants were victorious against the necrotic Cloudbreaker and its masters. Atrus will be rebuilt soon, its citizens determined to bring their beloved city back. However, this pyrrhic victory and the sighting of the Worm made Gaius wonder what the future holds for Almaris. If the descendents were to save themselves they must work together for another reckoning is on the horizon for them. Hence, as Gaius entered within the gates of the castle he thought to himself, What jest next?
  3. Amyy's Commissions Welcome to my commissions page! All information regarding what artwork I can provide and pricing can be found below. If you have any further queries about anything, feel free to contact me via discord! :) Discord: Amyy#3796 Pricing All pricing is in GBP (Great British Pounds). All pieces are full colour and detail as in the examples shown. Bust (Head-shoulders) | £50.00 Head-Hips | £70.00 Multiple characters or animals will have an additional charge, to be negotiated. All customers will receive 10% discount on any future commissions. How To Submit Your Commission When submitting your commission, please contact me via discord (as above). I will get back to you ASAP regarding availability as I will only be taking so many commissions at a particular time due to university commitments. We will discuss the commission piece itself, the pricing and I will ask for any reference art you may have. - NOTE - I will not start your commission until it has been paid for. In order to pay, I will send you an invoice via CashApp or PayPal once I have accepted your request. Commissions take anywhere between 1 week to 1 month, depending on complexity. A commission can be fully refunded until the sketch is complete, after such no refunds will be made. Q&A What is the process of an ongoing commission? While I am creating your piece, I will consistently communicate and send updates to ensure that the art you receive is 100% to your liking (unless you indicate you wish to be surprised. Initially, I will send you a draft sketch where we will discuss any alterations you wish to be made. Once we've agreed on this base, I'll begin colouring and post regular updates, from which you can make any changes. What payments do I accept? I accept payments via CashApp or PayPal (in this order of preference). I receive the money in GBP (Great British Pounds). I will only start a commission once a payment has been received. This is to avoid anyone who might not pay after receiving their artwork. If there are any concerns about payments, please discuss this with me. What type of commissions do I accept? I currently only do the commissions listed above. This is unless a custom commission is negotiated, though there may be an additional charge if this is the case. I currently do not accept requests of more complex races such as Orcs. Though I will potentially include them in the future. What if you change your mind? You will immediately receive a full refund. Simply notify me via discord and then I will be able to send the money of the purchase back to you. Once the commission has been started, beyond the sketch, no refunds will be issued if your mind is changed. However, if I decide I can no longer complete your commission I will issue a full refund. TOS By ordering, you agree to these terms. - I do not accept mina as payment. - Payment is upfront. - I have the right to refuse a commission. - I do not accept NSFW, fetish or gore requests. - Any artwork is for personal use, not commercial. - Do not claim my artwork as your own. - No refunds will be given once a piece has been started beyond the sketch, unless it is my decision to cancel the commission.
  4. Commissions are OPEN! What's good friends! Setting up a thread for all your character concept and design needs. My favorite thing to do is design characters, so whether you want just a regular piece of art or something highlighting their design, I'm your huckleberry. PRICING INFO Price is per one ( 1 ) character. Additional costs for additional characters / backgrounds Payment delivered upfront and through Paypal ( larger projects can 50/50 ) Endless revisions up until final lines All artwork will be displayed in my portfolio unless otherwise discussed NSFW, gore, and other sensitive subjects will have +30% to base price Ask me anything! Chibi / Cartoon - $10 Portraits Sketch - $15 Flat Color - $17 Full Color - $25 Waist Up Sketch - $15 Flat Color - $17 Full Color - $25 Full Body Sketch - $20 Flat Color - $30 Full Color - $35 Full Illustrations and Character Sheets - Let's Negotiate!! Contact Info Want to find me somewhere else? Check me out on: Instagram - young.lyndis Facebook - Lyn Makes Art DeviantArt - young-lyndis Discord - Kaizarel#2858 ( please mention where you're coming from! ) Finished Examples 1) Flat color of a vampire character Maddox Xiehin! 2) A quick flat color of my own sweet boy Ferris! 3) Portrait sketch of a spooky cute mermaid named Naia!
  5. A PEARL LOST AT SEA ✢✽✢ ((Art by Thomas Gainsborough, 1794)) A painting of Claude Élisabeth Hermine Ashford de Savoie, c.1825, placed affront a backdrop of endless blue skies, embodying the girl’s inestimable potential. Such was commissioned by Lady Mary Casimira Othaman on the eve of Claude’s 7th birthday. THE PEARL OF MONT ST. LUCIEN Claude’s bantam hand hovered in a stupor above the nape of the painting’s silver frame. Her gaze was hailed in unbesmirched admiration, shoulders enveloped by the buxom arm of Lady Mary Casimira, whose sweet words whispered pleasantries in congratulations, “It’s as beautiful as you, little pearl.” The de Savoie’s lips aspired to a sheepish grin, and yet there remained a sinking feeling in her flittered fingers. She could see it in the painting: an unexplainable malevolence hungered in those deep velvet eyes meant to reflect her own, competing with her for the challenge of rumination, a challenge she so easily signed herself to in the foolishness of her youth. It was barely a glimpse. A flicker of a moment. A one… two… three and-! An abrupt retract of the palm towards the chin; a backwards stumble and an ejection of dismay exhaled from rosy-tinted lips. Her chocolate-brown eyes glossed in vexation across the expanse of the art piece, each sweep of vision forcing her to digest its radiant glamor. Its elegance. Its allure. Make it stop. Memories began fleeting and besieging her undeveloped mind all at once in a molestation of failure, embarrassment, disappointment, hysteria, tears, tears and tears. Lace-gloved hands aspired to her temples as she began a whine of anguish, thrashing inevitable whilst the petite girl unloosened herself from the happiness of her exterior. Make it stop. Around her piqued countenance the music of harmonious strings began to reverberate, each boasting a powerful boom which drew a stalwart rhythm in unison. Lady Mary’s shouts began in tandem, and the music ran upwards like a stampede of wildebeests streaming past an attacking lioness, strong and willful with each beat, drowning out the cries of the frightened socialite as she witnessed Claude’s dismantling- her absconsion from reality. Her drowning. And she fell to the sea. Yet her body did not sink. It remained afloat above the waves, ransacked by the turbulence of the surf. Every second another wave would strike, engulfing her in a lambastion meant to cudgel and hammer down to her already bruised bones. All the impacts made an imprint, devastating her with the taunting words of the crashing current made to beat the spirit and remind her of her place. For she was meant to remain there, teetering at the surface but never able to submerge. They scowled at her, the thrashing sound of the current a cachinnation of arrogance as they filled her ears with the salt of the sea: “You can not join them there. Would you like to see the reef? It has colors you do not deserve. It is too beautiful for a girl of your birth. It has creatures you could never par up to. They are infinitely more accomplished than yourself.” They were waters tainted in venom to erode away the fibres of her innocence. And who were the waves but the figures of her past? A tempestuous father, an uncaring mother. A city to whom she owed her welcoming but was not welcomed in return. A sudden departure to a world she’d never known; Providence, with its pomp and stratus and hyper-constant reminders of worth. To them, was she but a foreign artifact? An imported commodity to be exhibited in a museum? She was the proclaimed pearl of Mont St. Lucien, an adornment wrought from the blue of the ocean. And now here she was. This new world is her current, and she is simply floating above it, ears wading, humming with the busyness of sea life from below while she remains at the surface. Unable to fully deluge into its depths because she is too light, unable to swim because she is too young, unable to respire in the water like the others do. Crash. Another wave to coast atop her face and a subsequent chastening for air, petite fingers- pruned in the like of raisins -extending hopelessly to catch her out of this eternal cycle. The only air she could feel, could taste, were the wisps of wind intimating the tip of her nose… Those wisps are what could save her. The happiness of lady Mary's smile, the shine of Amadea's locks, the words that spew from Maisie's lips, Amelia's bubbly little laugh, Simon's harrowing embrace, the love cast in Wilhelm's gaze, Helena's brilliant kindness, Philip’s unbridled protection, Josephine’s infectious charisma, Joseph’s unbound rowdiness Milena's spirited schemes, and Laurène's... tormenting company. Each was a breath amidst her lungs and still her floating faltered for they were not enough to rip her from the façade of the sea. Every five breaths, there was another lick of disorder and a new threat of flying up and out to be melted by the sun’s fatal touch, the glow of her white skin molt like the parables of old foretell. And… stop. The waves. They broke in a triumphant uproar, split by the partition of a singular bested hand upon their surface, aquamarine water flourishing in walls to her left and right whilst the sea sand sheened with the new power of the sun’s reflection. Her eyes- glistening with the tears of her drowning -opened for the first time. In these waters- floating beside her and teasing her ears with a most malicious lilt of allurement -was a coral. A conch shell forged from pearl and pericarp, reverberating in a sound she’d not heard in a long time. A sound, indistinguishable. The sound of her family. Of Olivier, and Adeline, her most beloved parents. Of Laurène, Eugénie, Fernand and- who was that? A new one… Louis. A sweet and innocent boy, coughed and ailing, ready to be loved by his elder sister. It was them. They were hers. All of them. And she reached out for that conch shell, for she was no longer alone. She did not need to slip into the sea, for the sea now moved around her.
  6. A choice was made. Boreal pulled just enough together to fit in their old leathery satchel, a few pieces of shortbread, a waterskin, their knife and their sling. They left dressed themselves for the cold, having an extra pair of clothing if anything was to go south. The elf then paused as they rested their gilded gaze upon their staff that leaned against the wall of the house they once shared with a friend, that now was mostly them and their new housemate. With a subtle nod, they opened the duo of doors to their home, letting the warm air of the afternoon hit their face, they sighed, putting on their large-brimmed hat and exiting the small house with the creaky floors. They passed by their hounds, giving each a treat and some attention, smiling brightly as they rubbed the belly of a particularly needy one, before they glanced back up at the house, their smile dulling around it’s edges yet not fading as they read over the sign denominating those living inside, the memories of the previously mentioned goblin stinging as they usually did, but now there was something different, who knew. They then rose to their full height, letting out a low exhale and turning around, slinging the crooked staff over their wide shoulders and brushing a few strands of white hair off of their face, they continued, jaw tightened with the guilt that rattled their mind for years now. Coming down the pathway, they found no-one around, this was to be expected, yet it still pained them, but why? Why did it hurt them so much to be alone? Why did they always feel like an outsider looking in? These questions plagued their often frantic mind, repeating in a sound akin to nails on a chalkboard, it was a god-awful cacophony of shrilling voices. They had made the effort to fit in for so long that they forgot who they really were. They had tried so hard to stall change that they became miserable. And they tried taming chaos so many times that the spark that once led them faded. Yet then, it hit them, as soon as they arrived at the tundra lands surrounding Haense, the epiphany long overdue landed on their head like a stone, the crushing force of change. “Change” muttered the elf aloud, breath making a cloud of fog as it left their maw, as they decided to take a seat on one of the larger-rooted trees that surrounded them, that was the good call, given the racing pace of their thoughts nearly swept them off their feet. “The war.. Chaos, control” muttered the pale one once more, sighing as they wiped at their eyes, they finally understood, even if only starting to do so, they were so sorry, sorry that they let themselves be mistreated by the one they trusted the most, sorry for isolating themselves instead of getting help, they were sorry. And then… They heard the voice, the voice of their father, loud and clear as if he was present, sitting beside them. “Don’t be sorry, be mindful” They understood now, they knew what to do.
  7. Sir Edvard Amador HKML Fmr. Royal Treasurer of Hanseti-Ruska THE DEATH OF THE TAXMAN The radiant sun would rise, marking a new day in the bustling city of Karosgrad. Edvard Amador got up and approached the window in his house overlooking the Haeseni city. “Hmmmm,” the man muttered as he looked to the sky as the sun peeked out from behind the palace. “Did I do a good job looking after the family, father?” he’d call out, “Did I meet your expectations? Are vy proud of me?” The man would continue, starting to shout out in frustration. “I tried my very hardest to ensure my family would be supported.” the man confesses, letting out a single tear. “But in the end, what did it amount to. All the minas I amassed in Arcas are now gone, destroyed in a meteorshower that caused the city of New Reza to fall. The minas I’ve acquired do niet even amount close to what I had.” The man, now grayed, would pace out onto his balcony. “Were my decisions the right ones?” he says, now with tears coursing down his cheeks. “I spent most of my time accumulating wealth to ensure my family would have a comfortable life, but I never got to see them. Many events passed me by. The birth of Sosina, my niece, the death of my eldest brother Ruslan.” as he continued his rambling, he would walk further and further towards the ledge. “In the end all I desired was to retire and to be with my family. Yet fate can be cruel. Most of the precious minas I’ve worked to achieve are gone,” he’d yell angrily as he rubbed his hand against his head, tugging some hair in frustration. “What was the point of this life of mine? I did my best for my Kingdom and my family, yet I can’t have peace. I must have more, and more, and more minas. I can never stop, and when I am about to, it all comes crashing down. All that I have worked for has vanished,” Edvard would knock the flower pot on his balcony down in one swift blow filled with anger, causing it to crash against the streets below.. “After all this work, I just wished to be with my family. I’ve grown so old, so tired. I just wish to rest,” the man says as he struggles to climb over the balcony, taking a seat, with his feet dangling over the city. “I think it is time I take my well deserved rest... See you soon father, and my dear brother, Ruslan.” With the death of his two beloved brothers, father, other family members, and loss of the majority of his minas, Edvard took one last stand on top of the balcony ledge, looking up at the sky. “Krusae Zwy Kongzem!” the man would shout at the top of his lungs, for all to hear before jumping off of the balcony. The man plunged down for a short while before meeting his end with tears and a smile on his face. REQUIESCAT IN PACE Sir Edvard Amador HKML 1732 | 285 ES - 1807 | 356 ES “From Ashes we Rise”
  8. not my best art but it exists now. i mean i could have taken more time but then again i'm a very lazy person. i present thee, ji-vanna ularan - the high-wood elf that was not meant to be born and who was an accidental birth. (that was too detailed to be sarcastic i-)
  9. "I will always love you" [!] The Palmer has left letters in a series of places, leaving them behind where members of her family, and a friend or two, leaving them in their mailboxes with an orchard that matches Astrid’s eye color. To a friend who has always been there: @CherryBoy “Dear Yuelena, we have had some amazing times together. You have seen me at one of my darkest times and you stuck with me. You are something else, you are definitely a little sparky spark. Do you remember that time we went to Haense, because I don’t. You also know how to make a really damn good cup of tea, I enjoyed getting to come over to your house and sitting down, talking about the most random of things at times. You have always been a really good friend who is troubled and I applaud you for that, even if your girlfriend got a little jealous at times. This isn’t my final goodbye, it’s more like a see you later type of deal. Don’t forget me because I won’t forget you, I won’t be around to save you from random strangers who want to bug you while shopping, just remember what I would do in that situation. Remember when I left you with a random elf? That made me laugh, it was a great time for me! Yue, I can’t wait until the next time we get the chance to see each other and hopefully it won’t be when my time comes to pass. I will see you later, as always, stay safe and stay well friend.” [!] At the bottom it would be signed Astrid Palmer To my dear sister Leyu: @minty_roses “Hey, my angry little elf or better known as my sister. I have when we first met that you wanted to kill me for the action that I did all of those years ago but over time we have formed a bond like no other and nobody has seemed to get in the way of that. Something that I never got to tell you, I have always looked to you, you have always been something I have been striving for but I have ultimately failed. Give my best to not so little Andria for me, she is truly a little blessing. I’m sorry that I can’t be there when you needed me the most, I was so wrapped up in the life I was living and I forgot about the people who cared about me. My time hasn’t come to an end, I’m not dead yet, I have a few years left in me, that is for sure. You will always be my older sister in my eyes, the older sister who I can’t say that I love you enough, I have been asked to leave Talon’s and that is what I am doing, I’m leaving few more place but don’t worry wherever I am, just know that I am safe and keeping my family safe. I hope that you still love me when we get the chance to see each other again, hopefully it won’t be when my time comes to pass. [!] At the bottom of the letter it would be signed Astrid Palmer. To my adopted Parents Ainz and Audry: @ComicD @AudTheOdd “Dear father, after some of my recent actions, I have decided that it is time that we have parted ways. Things have changed over time and this is my final goodbye, you took me in when I was in a time of need and I have always thanked you for that. I know that we have had our ups and downs, we have had our good times and our bad. I know that you will probably never forgive me, you have probably hate me for what I have done, but I hope that somewhere deep down inside that you will find a way to forgive me. I don’t know if we will ever see each other again, but maybe it will happen in another life. [!] At the bottom of the letter it would be signed Astrid Palmer. “Dear Audry, you were just kind of thrown in being my mother when you were with Ainz and he chose to adopt me. It took me sometime to accept this after things from my past that I have tried hard to push to the dark places of my mind in an attempt to forget. It was always nice that I had you in my corner when I was causing problems, you were someone I could always turn to when I needed someone to talk to, or even if I just wanted to hangout. I know we haven’t seen each other in a few years, I wish I would have sat down and talked one last time before I left this at your home. I hope you stay well and don’t try to come looking for me, I love you and hopefully we will see each other again before my time comes to pass since I am just a small little human and you are an elf.” [!] At the bottom of the letter it would be signed Astrid Palmer. To one of the best Docs I know: @BasilTheBunny “Hey Pru, I hope you are still being the best doctor I know. I remember when I first met you in the Tavern in Sutica, I was a little trouble maker from the start and over the years you slowly heard some of the things that I have done and you never looked back on me. You were always around when I needed someone to talk to when I didn’t want to turn to my parents, you helped keep me safe when I ran away at the age of 12. You were always there for me when I needed medical help, if it was broken nose or a few broken ribs. You taught me many things as I grew up, you taught me how to fight with a dagger, you taught how to pay for something when I had no idea what I was doing. I thought I wanted to be a doctor when I grew up but the cards that I was dealt, they had me headed down a different direction, but I have picked a few tricks of the trade over the years from you. I want to sit in the boring council meetings with you but I don’t think that will be possible for a while, maybe Mika will keep my seat open until I decide to return or maybe he will find someone better. I will see you soon, maybe in a few months, maybe in a few years, who knows. [!] At the bottom of the letter it would be signed Astrid Palmer. To the love of my life: @minty_roses “Dear Giada, you are something truly amazing, the years I have gotten to spend with you, they have been some of the best years of my life. I have always been there for you, I have always dropped everything in your time of need, I have been your shoulder to cry on, I have always been there when you need to talk or just wanted someone there to listen. I will never forget you, you will always have a special place in my heart, right near my father Garret. I wish I would have been able to spend more time with you before I wrote this and left it at your home. I remember the day I first laid my pale blue eyes on you, you gave me a sense of peace, something that I have always longed for. Our story doesn’t end here, we have a few more chapters to write, remember this for me, I am always safe and I will always love you. I will make sure that our son stops a few times in Providence to make sure that everything is well, maybe I will even make the trip a time or two to check in on you and your family. I have loved getting the chance to watch them grow up over the years, they have put a smile on my face for many years. But I fear that some of my recent actions have changed the course I’m headed, and this is my time to leave. You need to stay strong, I’m not going anywhere, this is more see you later but I won’t be around everyday. I don’t know the next time I will be able to see you but please for me, remember that I will always love you. ” [!] At the bottom of the letter it would be signed Astrid Palmer If you went to her house in Providence, there would be nothing left, maybe a few crumbs on the floor. Everything would seem to be packed up and moved. The beds would be nicely made, all the valuables taken, and no sign of the family that once lived there. You can try to send her a letter, who knows if it will be responded to. OOC: If you were mentioned in one of the letters, please respond how your persona would react!
  10. THEME [CIRCA 1782] "I wish not to live life like the average person. So pitifully boring, that is.” THE BEGINNING Owynsburg Kaedrin, 1776. “Ivanna, look at all of this!” Exclaimed a fourteen year old Florenza d’Amato, fresh from the land of Illatians. The young freckled girl marvels at her surroundings, frolicking around the streets merrily. “Don’t you love it, Florenza?” comments a dark haired woman with a large hat and blue eyes. The young woman smiles at her cousin’s amazement, pulling her hat down on her head. “I do, I do.” The young girl nods, readjusting the grip on her bags. Her shiny complexion beamed towards her older cousin. Perfection, was her features. Unadulterated and untouched. Suddenly, from the corner of the girl’s eye she spotted another brunette approaching. “Violeta!!” “Hola, Florenza.” the young lady, no older than seventeen dips her head towards the girl, offering a brief, but tight hug. “Ivanna and I welcome you to Kaedrin - though , , ,” she trails off, lingering at the words that needed to be said. “You do must be careful, dear Cousin. We are in the middle of a war. I would highly advise you to not leave the walls- for now, at least.” “Yes, yes!” Ivanna cut in then, moving to guide her younger cousin towards the house, a hand on the back of her back. “Come, after you put your stuff away you can meet people like Wilhelmina . We will soon see the return of others, too, like Lorenzo and Giada and Vincenza and Stefano.” “I am happy that I came to visit!” comments the freckled Illatian, striding towards the residence. “Us three, we will be together forever.” she adds on soon after, smiling at the thought of the reunion. Together forever. In both death and life. THE FAMILY The Falcones were a quaint family. A loving husband and four lively children. Part I: The Doctor gently opens the door to her household, smiling as she spots her husband. “Salve, mio amore,” she greets sweetly, placing her clipboard onto the side table and shrugging off her white coat. Her husband smiles at her, offering a brief side hug. “Ciao,” he responds soon after. “ ‘ow’re you?” “I’m well, grazie.” she says with a smile, indeed feeling well. Things were getting better. They were doing better. “Ti amo, Gino. You know that?” she blurts out, clasping her hands together as she approaches the man. “I do, si. Ti amo anch’io.” he responds with a bright smile. At that, the woman beams. Things were indeed getting better. Part II: Florenza was sitting on the couch with an infant Augustina in her arms, reading a magazine. “Mama, Mama!” Exclaims a young Cosimo Antony, jumping around the foyer, a young look alike of herself standing right behind him in her little scouts uniform. “Yes, my loves?” she asks gently, offering a smile towards the twins as she carefully closes her magazine, moving it onto her lap, careful to not wake the sleeping baby in her arms. “There were these children, mama.” the young Lauretta started, hand neatly folded in front of herself, a small frown adorned on her visage. “They said Cosimo and I were dumb because of our names.” “Si, Si, that mama! They were very mean to us!” Cosimo shouts out, before stuffing a slice of cheese into his mouth. “Ah, mio amores don’t listen to them, si? You have beautiful heritage and names, si?” she says sweetly. “You aren’t’a dumb either. Besides, Cosimo, Laura, you don’t win life based off of heritage alone. You do so off of talent, hard work and dedication.” The children nod at their mother’s words. Cosimo pats his stomach once, looking towards his mother. “Mama, can you make pasta per favore?” he inquires softly, looking towards his sorella , as a silent sign to join in. Before Lauretta could get a word out, the woman nods. “Si, sure Cosimo. Hold Augustina Giovanna for me.” Life was good. Life is good. A small happy family they were THE FIGHTING Part I: “I can’t believe you!” the woman shouts, on the verge of tears. “How dare you! How dare you, how dare you, how dare you!!” she repeats in a loud shout, her hands balled up into tight fists. He scoffs loudly, angrily, practically fuming. "Flor," he says, stifling the urge to raise his voice to match her shouting. "I didn'- God. Stop it! Y'bein' insane, accusations." He paused, stepping forward. "Calm down!" “No! I won’t! I absolutely refuse when you abuse my trust like you do!” she shrieks, tugging on the ends of her dress, red hot fury taking over. Part II: She had ruined her best friend’s life. The now mute Jolynn looked towards her, uncomfortable and almost disgusted. “It’s not like she didn’t deserve it,” Florenza thought to herself. “You said I hide my face with copious amounts of makeup, and that my family hates me,” she murmurs towards the epiphyte, not daring to look her in the eye under her thick veil. She huffs, fiddling with her hands. Jolynn rolls her single organic eye, quickly scribbling something upon a piece of parchment. “Yes, well, I’m the one who woke up MUTE. Thanks for ruining my life, I guess,” read the scrap of parchment, the words written in messy handwriting. Part III: “You will Never EVER hurt me again. I refuse, I absolutely refuse!!” The good and the bad, that’s just life THE END Providence, Oren 1798. The air was heavy. The Illatian lay on her kitchen floor, staring towards her family, unable to produce coherent or meaningful words. Breathing gently as blood oozes out her throat, she soon realizes what the heavy weight on her chest was. Cosimo. Her little shallot- but out of his wheelchair? How peculiar. “Mama, Mama!” Cosimo shouts, moving his hands towards her own, squeezing them for dear life. He soon turns towards his father, her husband. “Papa! Papa! What happened! What happened?! Mama! What's happening ?!?!" Her husband only stares in pure shock, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape at what has happened. Why were they looking so sad? Oh. Of course, of course. Gently, she offers a squeeze of hands back towards her son. Soon after, the door was slammed open as her youngest daughter Augustina Giovanna rushed in with the Practitioner General. Unfortunately, too much time had passed to make meaningful progress. “I love you.” she rasped out towards her family with all the energy that was left. Right after, her form stilled and went limp. The trauma upon her body had taken its toll many minutes ago, and now it was many minutes too late. Her family had failed to find proper help. Her head lolled over to face her husband, eyes wide open as if she was a STATUE, as if she had unfinished business. DEAD. And so, the story of a doctor, an immigrant, a mother, and a friend comes to an end. The woman’s body lay on the cold surface of the kitchen’s tile floor, soon adjusting to the temperature of the floor. Nothing of life was left on the woman's features. Only an expression of extreme unrest, or, perhaps that was only a bad angle. Peace in death, and death with dignity RIP Doctor Florenza Falcone 1762-1798
  11. Dren Ofgarsson by: SimaRey Status: Alive Family Middle Brother: Ulfrik Ofgarsson Status: Alive Age: 25 Youngest Brother: Freki Ofgarsson Status: Alive Age: 24 http://imgur.com/gallery/USMdJ Appearance Age: 27 Race: Norlander Weight & Height: 96kg and 2 meters tall Gender: Male Eyes: Black Body Type: A huge Norlander. He stands 2 meters tall. He has incredible strength and is very muscular. He can carry a lot of weight due to his strong back. Head : A constant frown on his face.The sides of his head are shaved and on top he has a long braid with multiple golden rings holding it. The braid goes down to the middle of his back.His hair and beard are a dark brown color while his eyes are black. A small scar cuts his right eyebrow in half. Lifestyle Nation/Home: Jarldom of Mjöl Position: Huscarl Profession: Veteran Enchanter Personality : Despite Drens scary look he would be very polite and civilized. Being the oldest out of 3 brothers he knows how to lead and take responsibility. He will never stand down if he feels there is injustice. Always stands up for others who cannot defend themselves. He is also very intelligent even tho he doesn't seem like it. Combat Armor : Dren wears the armor of house Ofgarsson. Heavy plate covers all his body except his head because he rarely wears a helmet. Under the plate he would wear chain mail giving him extra protection. Weapons : Often uses a round shield and a norse sword although he is skilled with a large variety of weapons. He is also the wielder of Maurfang. Combat style : His fighting style can be rather unpredictable. He will often adjust his style depending on the opponent. If angered he will probably go full berserk mode. Character Sheet by : sullincollivan
  12. ~Finn Gillfeck~ By Collin Sullivan (IGN: sullincollivan) Appearance Finn stands around 3’2” & weighs 86 pounds. His hair is dark brown and neatly combed to each side, exposing his large purple eyes and homely face from beneath his bangs. Finn doesn't care much for clothing although a hile fishing he wears high-water jeans, held up with suspenders, to accommodate to the aquatic nature of his profession. But, when he does not have the risk of getting soaked, he wears a light blue coat adorned with silver lining and cuffed black pants, exposing his massive hairy feet. Backstory Finn Gillfeck, born to Jess and Chett Gillfeck, was an adventurous lad from the start. Always wandering through the Sutican forest near his village. Most of his time there was spent fishing and building make-shift rods from fallen foliage, but the most important addition to his skill set was the ability to fend for himself. At the age of 26 he left his home and set out to make a life for himself. After weeks of traveling from settlement to settlement, and even sailing across a vast open ocean, Finn arrived in the mountain ranges of Urguan, better known as the land of the dwarves. He had been told many stories of the dwarves being mighty warriors, making him too cautious to enter their stone halls. He instead trekked deep into the snowy range in search of a collective he had heard of known as The Edict. Edict Oath Upon arrival Finn was near frozen, his tiny appendages turned purple. Sahar, the Hersir of The Edict, took him into their grand hall to warm up, before teaching him the ways of The Edict. She explained that the oath was a lifelong commitment and their main goal is to abolish slavery and racism of any form. This part struck a chord with Finn, for he had never had a worthy cause to fight for, giving him an overwhelming feeling of confidence and motivation. After completing the entrance ceremony, Finn was given a cozy room along with all the food he could fit in his miniscule halfling belly. Once he was well rested and rejuvenated he set out into the snowy cascading mountains again, only this time, it was to serve the Edict the only way he knew how, with his fishing rod. Veteran Fisherman After almost 25 years of practice, Finn can finally consider himself a veteran fisher at the young age of 30. He is very proud of this achievement and often implies his treasure hunting capabilities by giving out precious goods to close friends all of which he has reeled in from the ocean. The rest of the treasures Finn catches, he sells in his small bait & tackle shop along with any supplies his fellow fishermen could need.
  13. Her Song Full Name: Lyaera Tyrnea'Rahael (WolfSong and Child of the Gods) Age: 68 Birth: Winter Height: 5'2 Weight: 115lbs Hair: Raven Eyes: Light green, almost silver Occupation: Fletcher Parents: TBA Siblings: TBA Heritage: Wood Elf Religion: Not very religious, just reveres nature. Hobbies: Dancing, Running, Cooking, reading, gardening Likes: Sweets, gardens, nature, music Dislikes: Enclosed spaces, underground areas, pitch black darkness Strengths: Fast, agile, quiet on her feet, well spoken, bit of an ambassador type Weaknesses: No good with blades and can be too curious, usually ending up with her in a bad spot. Also a bit paranoid of strangers. Character Background: The child of two wood elves, Lyaera is a typical example of the race. More at home in the forests than in the cities, she is quiet and gentle, but can switch to a fierce and determined creature when it comes to defending home and family. Her mother was a farmer and her father a hunter, her brothers soldiers. She has broken away from her family to find a place and future of her own, but will never forget her roots. She aspires to become a master fletcher as well as a great archer. She’s always had a respect for the bow and loves the feeling of running through the forest at top speed, letting her arrows fly as she hunts down the next week’s dinner. She’s no master, but she can survive, and runs as quickly as her arrows. Every morning can find her racing through the trees nearby whatever place she calls home. Wants: To become a better archer and fletcher, as well as start making some money Problems: Has no money to her name, is just a novice, no reputation as of yet. Logs: Day 1: Step into this damned world. Here we go.
  14. (WIP) Arlen Kharadeen (AR-luhn Kaha-rah-deen) "Though we may bend, we do not break." - Faiz Kharadeen Appearance A natural tan, well-toned, and thin man standing at about 5’11 and weighing somewhere around 150 lb. Often, when speaking, his voice sounds honeyed and silvery albeit he has a small Waldenian accent despite his origins. His gait is relaxed and he often carries himself in a mellow manner. His hair is left relatively groomed — thick strands of black draping down loosely. A Family crest adorned with the an angled crescent moon and star. Name Origin The name Arlen derives from the Qalasheen farfolk. Tribes people would form an arlen or “Pledge.” Titles At the age of 34, Arlen was proclaimed as “Sultan” or sovereign over the Caliphate - most often ruling over the Realm of Khalestine whilst his father,Faiz Kharadeen, bears the title of “Caliph” and has absolute rule over the Realm, able to overrule any decisions made by the Sultan. Personal Characteristics * Born on the 2nd of Snow’s Maiden, 1469 - Arlen was born in an infirmary within the frozen walls of Aesterwald’s keep in The Fringe. The infant was a frail thing, weighing a measly 4.5 lb. ChildHood Like most toddlers (those with parents), the mother would be the caretaker for her young and nurse them with loving care. Arlen’s father was currently a member of the Sentinels of Equilibrium near the Princedom of Fenn and had one master bedroom that included a small crib for their firstborn. Arlen’s early life consisted of being mentored by his mother as his father was often away slaying monsters. He also had a Shepherd pup named “Fellah.” When the war between Raev and loyalists to the Chivay dynasty had begun, skirmishes took place nearby Fenn and the young boy would often travel North with his father to Aesterwald where the temperatures dropped below freezing. Here is where he grew up learning about Lucienism, a faith compiled of many chauvinists who devoted their lives to the Creator. Mental Characteristics Arlen keeps himself in a sort of genial stupor, where he feels as if his decisions are bettering the lives of others akin to his own. He lives a life devoted to his family or so... that’s what he tells himself . During the transitioning period between Athera and Vailor (and even several years after that), Arlen dropped off the face of the planet without explanation while in a relationship with Sahárfajhari Ajaháli and returned fifteen years later as a vagrant in rags — left by Sahár who then began seeing his younger brother, Malik. Often categorized as weak and lacking of a firm hand when he was younger, Arlen returned changed, hardened by the changes throughout the years. Now perceived as arbitrarily brutish, the Qali’ has seemingly become confused with his own worldview. Arlen’s obsession for his family’s reunion clouded his vision and drastic measures were taken during a search for his sister, Ceto Kharadeen. Philosophical Characteristics Chaotic Good “I do the things I do only for the reunification of my blood.” With ambiguous innocence, this character sees himself as some sort of “saviour” to his kin. Perverted by insecurities, the self-deluded Qali’ believes wholeheartedly that the unity of a family is the terminal key to unlocking joy. But to what extents has this Sultan gone to achieve this goal? Arlen is an optimist and sees that every situation can be bended towards his favor by the use of any means necessary. He’s created this slanted reality for himself that leaves him completely blind — unable to recognize the disruption he has brought to those he thought he cared for. Apparel Accessories When Arlen was only a child, his father had gifted him with a brown scarf that he keeps on always even underneath his armour. It’s his “good luck” charm that he feels it keeps him safe. Upon his ring finger rests a smooth ashen-gray wedding band. Dress Style/Wardrobe Arlen’s wardrobe consists of a large variety of clothing from all different cultures although he would often be seen wearing traditional Qalasheen robes. Equipment Spoiler Arlen rarely carries any form of currency on him simply due to being absent-minded. Attatched to his belt is a scabbard which hides curved saber, commonly known as a scimitar. These weapons are commonly found and crafted within Khalestine. Relationships Relatives Father: Faiz Kharadeen (ymbninjakiller, Unknown) Mother: Arabella Kharadeen (Immahorseridda, Unknown) Sister: Ceto Kharadeen (PessPess, Vital) Sister-in-law: Saharfajhari Kharadeen (Malocchio, Vital) Brother: Malik Kharadeen (tuslwmonster, Deceased) Brother: Alai Kharadeen (lucdean, Vital) __ Wife: Irsia Kharadeen (Imibee, Vital) Eldest Son: Fakhri Kharadeen (Pandann, Vital) Eldest Daughter: Kaia Kharadeen (Contact if Interested, Vital) Daughter: Amina Kharadeen (LadyRebecca, Vital) Daughter: Nahla Kharadeen (Cytharia, Vital) Son: Amal Kharadeen (tuslwmonster, Vital) Son: Yusef Kharadeen (Publius, Vital) Character Art “Happy Trail” by Cave_Creature “Portrait of Irsia and Arlen Kharadeen” by Shiloh Ellis Portrait by Numirya
  15. Character Name Millosm Lepida Basic Information Nicknames: Milo, Millo Age: 27 (auto age on) Gender: Male Race: Human Status: Alive and Well Description Height: 6 ft Weight: 134 lbs Body Type: Slender build, muscular arms and legs Eyes: Dark Blue Hair: Short, brown hair Skin: Tan Markings/Tattoos: None Health: Physically healthy, mentally ill Personality: Kind, always means well but he tends to become very rude and ill-mannered when he is stressed. Inventory: Wears a satchel on his side if he is not wearing his Ruric Tabard. Further Details: Suffering from schizophrenia and slowly developing multiple personality disorder Life Style Alignment: Chaotic Good Deity: Believes in a single Creator. Religion: He believes in a higher power, does not care enough to put a label on it. Alliance/Nation/Home Lives in the town of Nyrhold, in the county of Lorraine, in the Nation of Oren. He is loyal to the Rurics, but not necessarily to Oren. Job/Class: He is the Ruric’s “most trusted bannerman” Title(s): Profession(s): He is a chef and a woodworker Special Skill(s): Good liar, knows how to get on people’s good side when he needs to, great fighter when he is enraged or defending someone he loves. He is quick and agile on his feet and he makes bad ass pancakes. Flaw(s): Tends to let things go to his head, can get very stressed and angry very easily. When stressed, he does not think things through and he has trouble keeping his thoughts to himself. His mouth will often get him into trouble. He suffers from two voices in his head constantly telling him what to do, and most of the time they do not mean well. When he gets stressed he will sometimes give in to the voices. When he is under this state of mind he has no control of his actions and remembers none of them. The way he acts is dependent on which voice has taken over. If it was Zant, he will act violently towards the ones Millosm loves and will try and get Millosm hurt. If the voice was Vobis, he will do all he can to embarrass Millosm and do his best to humiliate him. Magic None. Weaponry Fighting Style: When he is level headed, he will use his light weight to his advantage, dodging and maneuvering around his opponent until they tire, then he will either tackle and restrain them, or he will target the back of their legs or arms to prevent any further resistance or attack. If he is enraged however, he will swing his sword in frenzied movements with great force. He will attack any vulnerable spot he can find, even if it would kill his opponent should his attack prevail. If he is protecting someone he loves, he will do his best to ignore any wounds inflicting unto him until he either cannot go on further or he has defeated his opponent. Trained Weapon: He has been trained in swordplay with other Ruric Bannermen Biography Parents: His parents’ names are not known to him, however they are both presumed dead. Siblings: None Children: Daia (farfolk, adopted, missing) Extended Family: None History Millosm, Milo for short, was born in The Holy Oren Empire. He grew up poor in the small town of Aegar, but what his parents lacked in wealth, they made up for in love. They always tried to do their absolute best to make him happy, and to keep him ignorant of the harsh outside world. Because of this, he rarely went outside and almost never played with any of the neighborhood children. His father worked hard in the wheat fields outside of town, working from dawn to dusk in an effort to take home as much money as possible. His mother was his primary caretaker, until he reached the age of 10. She was inflicted with a crippling disease that could not be identified by any of the village doctors, and she passed just a few weeks after. His father, although heartbroken, no longer had to work as often as it meant one less mouth to feed. He now came home in time for dinner, and often took a day off once a week. Millosm's old world view, a view in which bad things only happened to bad people, was shattered. The boy who stayed inside, never questioned authority, and kept to himself was gone. He often snuck out while his father was working in an attempt to learn what else he was lied to about. He walked the woods after dark, even when told it was forbidden. He butted into all of his father's personal affairs, and was deemed a "trouble maker." However, the most drastic change of all, was one of his sanity. He felt more alone than ever, and although he actually snuck outside of his house often, he never made any friends. His loneliness was brought to the limit when his father left him at the age of 13 due to a draft for the dwarven war plaguing the land. Millosm began talking to himself frequently, as a way to cope. He would talk to himself during the entirety of tending the fields, something he had to start doing in order to buy food. A few months after his father left, Millosm was given terrible news that his father had disappeared. He was MIA, and presumably dead. Millosm now found it hard to get out of bed, and the conversations between himself were unending. One day, in the midst of telling himself he needed to get out of bed and work, he received an answer back. One within his head. It told him "Milo, just skip the day. They won't notice you're gone. just go back to sleep. You'll thank me for it later." Millosm contributed this to overworking himself, so he went back to sleep. But this didn't stop the voice, who began talking to him during all waking hours. He was a bad role model, always encouraging negative behavior out of Millosm. He informed Millosm that his name was Zant. Millosm got into much more trouble now because of Zant, and he always blamed Zant for when he got into trouble. In Millosm's eyes, Zant was his only friend. That was until he met Bellany. Millosm met her when he was 15. He was sneaking around at night, listening to Zant's urges to find "some nice coin laying around." This always led to stealing, which a fourth of the time would lead to being caught. But Millosm listened to his friend, and began lurking the streets, searching for a cracked window or unlocked door. Whilst creeping along a small house at the edge of town, he heard what sounded like crying, and hitting, followed by a human girl about his age running out the front door. His gut urged him to confront her, while Zant urged him to walk away. Courageously, he talked to her. She wasn't very open at first, until Millosm offered her some fresh bread he had found cooling on a window sill, a fact that he didn't share with her. She spoke of how she had forgotten to sweep the living room floor, which made her father angry. She expressed how he had hit her and told her to come back after she had thought about what she had done. She told Millosm that she had to leave, else father would be upset that she would be taking too long. Millosm met with her the next night however, and this led onto another night, and then another. By the time they were 16, they were in love, and Millosm had stopped his trouble making ways. All he wanted was Bellany, no more answers, no more mischief, just Bellany. He often snuck Bellany out of her house at night so they could spend time together at his house. When they turned 18, Millosm proposed to Bellany, but she wasn't sure of herself. She was afraid her father would interject, forcing her to stay with him. Millosm went with Bellany to confront her father. Her father was furious, and told them that they would never see each other again; when Bellany protested, a fist was slammed into her face. Millosm stared in horror as another fist was slammed into her. Bellany was crying and pleading for her father to stop, but all Millosm could hear was Zant, who was tired of being ignored. He told Millosm one simple thing: Kill him. Zant repeated himself and repeated himself until he was screaming inside Millosm. Kill him! Kill him! Millosm snapped. In a bloody rage, Millosm threw himself onto Bellany's father and began beating him and beating him. Millosm screamed in anger as he pulled out the lucky heirloom his father gave to him before he left for war. It was a jagged, curved knife that Millosm always carried with him. He had never once used it against someone, the only time he ever used is was when he was hungry and needed to peel fruit, or even sometimes as a tool to help with lockpicking when he was younger. But now it was being put to good use. He thrusted the blade into her father repeatedly until there was nothing but a bloody mess. Millosm stared at his blood drenched clothes, horrified to what Zant had seemingly forced him to do, then he looked at Bellany, also covered in her father's blood. In fear of what he might do to Bellany should he snap again, he fled the town immediately. What the authorities would do to him wasn't even on his mind. He just thought of Bellany, and wanted her to be safe from him. He wandered the forests beyond the fields for quite a while, living off the land. But he didn't stay for long. He wanted to be free from Zant, who was nothing but a burden on his mind now. This led him to many places in search of information, The Republic of Sulvis, The Crownlands, and Cloud Temple, where he stayed for several months, learning of new philosophies and ways to control his angry companion. He has picked up many skills in his adventures such as Sword fighting, cooking, and he has learned that kindness towards others keeps tends him out of trouble. Artwork (The following is a disclaimer. I do not own any of this artwork unless stated so, nor do any of these directly depict my character, they are just a guestimate of what he should look like, unless stated otherwise)
  16. Lucia Rhosyn Roke Theme Song Basic Information Nicknames: “Lucy” Age: Eighteen Race: Human Father and Mother: Denis de Bar & Klarisse de Bar Brother(s): Richard de Bar & Guy de Bar Sister(s): Aurelia Horen Son(s): Athirius Roke Daughter(s): Status: Married to Baron Ser Rhys Roke Religion: The Faith Home: County Drusco, Oren Skills & Hobbies: Lucia enjoys writing, socializing, and baking under the direction of her Mother Klarisse de Bar. She can also be found caring and tending to small creatures quite frequently(including abducting them from the forest claiming she found them alone). In a secret area(referred to as her Hide Away), Lucia also practices archery, she takes much joy in the art and sees it as only a peaceful activity. Description Height: 5’4 Body Type: Lucia stands at five feet and four inches, weight a hundred and two pounds. She has a rather slimmed curved body shape; resembling a more pear shape. Her legs are much longer than the length of her torso, though little can be seen through her gown. Eyes: Her eyes are an emerald green colour, reflecting nicely against her skin tone. Lucia’s grey-ish black eye brows are thin, and nicely shaped around her wide eyes. Hair: Lucia has the de Bar trade mark; grey-ish black hair. Her hair is a rather vicious curly “proper” mess that flows down her back, hitting directly above her buttox. Normally there are many crimson and white ribbons pulling her wisps of hair from her face; allowing her mane to travel directly down her back. Skin: She had a snowy, white tone as of skin. Her skin is free of blemishes and is without a trace of freckles. Health: Lucia has a rather terrible immune system, falling ill quite easily. Though other than this, she is a healthy young woman. Personality: The young de Bar often is a cheerful, curious soul and is easily laughable; often giggling at almost every joke spoken. Lucia loves to share and give to charity, she is fond of the excitement and feeling of being giving. She is an open, social butterfly and is rarely in a bad mood. Since birth, she has always been a bright light of joy without the need to upset others.Though if crossed in a horrible way, there is little to be done to stop her from pure hatred to the specific person. There is only black in white when it comes to how she feels; little room for grey. She may be a forgiving person and often to forgive the wrong done to her, but she will not come to trust the so said person again. Life Story Lucia Rhosyn de Bar was born to the heir of Drusco, Denis de Bar and his wife Klarisse de Bar. When born, she was not an only child; her eldest twin siblings(two years older) being Richard and Aurelia de Bar. Lucia grew up following her eldest brother about, imitating anything he were to do; how he walked, how he talked, and how he crossed his arms over his chest. She took much interest in picking flowers and carrying for small birds that broke their wings. Lucia grew up a kind, happy child from the day she could walk, till Guy de Bar was born. She didn’t happen to like the new child; finding all the attention that she once had flowing to him. Due to this, it has caused a ripple for irritation and faint jealously over Guy’s life to her present teen years. When reaching the age of eight, she was then taken to the Palace to train as a Lady in waiting under the watch of past Empress Adelheid Horen. During these days, Lucia awoke a special trait of hers, socialization. She made many close friends and was friendly to anyone she ever met within Felsen. Not only did she create a few personality traits, though a woman decided she should teach Lucia how to handle the use of a sword. The lessons did not last very long before they were discovered, though in this time she learned basic maneuvers that she still remembers to present day. After having her lessons taken away, someone told her of how archery could be used as not only a weapon, though a Lady’s art. So she soon took up archery, building her “Hide Away”(an archery range and a makeshift shed) outside of Drusco. Though after the Declaration of Dissolution, the annulling of the marriage between the Emperor and the Empress, Lucia at the age of fourteen was sent back to Drusco due to her unnecessary presence at the Palace court. When returning home, Lucia bussied herself with “kidnapping” rabbits, practicing archery, and following Richard around once again. She didn’t mind the lack of playmates as long as she had someone to look up to. When Richard wasn’t around, she’d instead pester her younger brother Guy. After a long time spent at Drusco, she finally decided that she was to spend her time in Felsen rather than wait around hoping for someone to visit. Since then, she has made many friends and continues to live her day by day life between Felsen and Drusco. [Can't be bothered to update past this]
  17. Leon 'Takumi' Fuz'ra (Sorry if my english is not perfect, I'm german, sorry for that.) Basic Information Nicknames: Takumi Age: 24 Gender: Male Race: Human Status: Healthy Description Height: 5'10 Weight: 187lbs Body Type: Normal, some muscles on is arms Eyes: light blue Hair: light blue Skin: Slitghtly tanned white, if you touch them, it feels like you're touching soft sand Markings/Tattoos: N/A Health: Very healthy Personality: Loves childs, very nice Inventory: Half broken iron chhestplate, half new leather boots, half broken stone sword, very worn wood pickaxe, 2 steaks Further Details: Got a few scratches under his armor. Life Style Alignment: Lawful Neutral Deity: N/A Religion: N/A Alliance/Nation/Home : Currently, he is sleeping in a sleeping bag and a tent Job/Class: Villager/Homeless Title(s): The Adventurer Profession(s): Adventuring Special Skill(s): Climbing, Athletic, Fast Flaw(s): No war experience Magic Current Status: N/A Arch-type: N/A Sub-Type: N/A Rank: N/A Weakness(es): N/A Strength(s): N/A Current Spell(s): N/A Weaponry Fighting Style: Strategically and melee Trained Weapon: Sword Favored Weapon: Archery: Good but not perfect Biography Parents : Unknown Siblings: Unknown Children: N/A Extended Family : Rameziel Fuz'ra Pet(s) : N/A History Leon 'Takumi' Fuz'ra were born by his mother who is unknown. After his birth, he was found on the street by his Uncle Rameziel Fuz'ra with a few scratches. His Uncle took Leon 'Takumi' Fuz'ra in his family. On his 24th birthday his Uncle Rameziel were in the mountains and picking up apples. After that he were never seen again. On 12.3.? Leon came out with his own fist and disappeared from the village. His curiousity lured him into the mountains. Leon got lost in the mountains, he was a free boy, he didn't even wanted to go back in the village. He became a Adventurer and also wanted to make friends
  18. Effile Ker'Vulnir look at that dank traveling outfit Name: Effile Ker'Vulnir Nicknames: Effie Age: Gender: Female Race: High elf Status: Alive Height: 6'1 Weight: 140 lbs Body Type: ectomorph inverted triangle (jk everyone is a square but if we where not square people) Eyes: pale green that look fairly somber Hair: Silver Skin: fair, yellow undertone Markings/Tattoos: She got them nice scars across her eyes. Health: PURE Personality: Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and all together quite impossible to descriiiIIIIIiiiiiibbbeee Life Style Alignment: True neutral (Might become lawful evil) Religion: None Alliance/Nation/Home: Haelun'or Professions: Tailoring Flaws: Narcissistic, Perfectionist, self obsessed, frail, lack of attention-span, Low upper-body strength, sadistic, indecisive Weapon: knitting needles and scissors. Parents: Ker'Vulnir fam eh im gonna add more later
  19. Andwise Peregrin Basic Information Nicknames: Andy Age: 40s Gender: Male Race: Halfling Status: Alive Description Height: 2'8 Weight: 55 lbs Body Type: Mesmomorph Eyes: Blue Hair: Strawberry Blonde Skin: White Markings/Tattoos: A few scars on his fingertips from tinkering mistakes Health: Fit Personality: Friendly Inventory: A shovel, some food, a slingshot, a Deputy badge, a pair of goggles and 0 minas Further Details: He takes pride in his rather long foot/toe hair and sometimes washes and brushes it. Life Style Alignment: Chaotic Good Deity: N/A Religion: Agnostic and Confused Alliance/Nation/Home: Petyrborough Title(s): Thane and Deputy Profession(s): Masterful Tinkerer Special Skill(s): Has mastered the Peregrin family recipes and is a very good swimmer. Flaw(s): He is very freindly to strangers until the step a toe out of line, then he will become very technical about laws and manners and likely ask them or force them to leave. Magic Current Status: None Arch-type: N/A Sub-Type: N/A Rank: N/A Weakness(es): N/A Strength(s): N/A Current Spell(s): N/A Weaponry Fighting Style: Peregrin Shovel Technique Trained Weapon: Shovels of most/all kinds http://gizmodo.com/5994728/the-8-types-of-shovels-everyone-should-know Favored Weapon: Ferrum Drain Spade Archery: Self trained with a slingshot Biography Parents: Never knew his mom, his father raised him away from society for fear of his son becoming improper. Andwise eventually ran away at the age of 17. Siblings: None that he knows of. Children: He has adopted a child name Till Peregrin Extended Family: A cousin name Bobo Peregrin (Deceased) Pet(s): Two dogs, Spot and Poncho Chica. A bird (Common House Martin) named Jenna who delivers messages. A karin brought from Athera named Chrissy. A pony named Buster. History When he was two years old his father took him to the woods of Athera in fear his child would grow up improper. Kenwise, his father, taught him survival skills, how to be proper and how to defend himself with the shovel. Andwise left in the night scouring the land for people until he found his people in Gimblewood when he was 18. He was allowed to have a home even though he was just a child and he made many friends. When he was a kid he had a crush on Mirabelle and often spent time with her at the druid groves or the Scarlet Lotus Tavern. Eventually Andwise went to learn druidry and was taught by Arch-Druid Veren Ibar'ker. Andwise spent more than four years learning all he could until he became confused on the teachings of why void magic was evil. He soon after left his dedicancy behind in Vailor. Not too long after leaving the dedicancy Andwise had mastered his craft of tinkering but also taken up a new skill of breeding. Then the halflings held an election between Andwise and Perdic to see who would be the next Elder. Andwise's cousin Bobo tried to rigg the election which was found out about and Bobo hung himself in the stables of Goodborough and Perdic was announced the Elder. Not too long after Perdic stepped down, leaving the halflings without a leaer. A while after he and his neighbors of Goodborough had a terrifying dream of skygods telling them they must leave their land and move to another place. The Jr. Deputy Andwise got a promotion to Deputy and the Elder Fumble Willowbottom promised to teach him to become an Elder. When the time came for the halflings to move Andwise was given the rank of Thane as Fumble and his family left for a family reunion. Andwise decided to go to the Grand King Skippy and ask for land. Skippy obliged and gave Andwise and his fellow halflings the Green Valley to build their new village. Artwork None at the moment
  20. Irsia Tehrani Nicknames: None, as Irsia is considered easy to pronounce, and means Rainbow in the language of the sands. Age: Nineteen Gender: Female Race: Qualasheen, (FarFolk) Status: Alive Alignement: Chaotic Good Description Height: She'd be around 5ft4 Weight: 110Ibs Body Type: Irsia carried a slim, petite form, her abdomen flat and showing no signs of fat nor muscle weight. Her legs would be toned from tracking across the desert, though her arms and body cannot provide much muscle. She appears to have gained subtle curves across her body through her adolescent years. Appearance: Her eyes are that of a deep, glistening, jade, surrounded by a full set of lashes, lightened to a brow colour within the burning sun. Her thick, dark black curls fall freely down her back in heavy waves, framing her delicate facial features. With a caramel complexion, tanned from the pounding sun, Irsia has softened and delicate features. Her jawline is defined, but her cheeks are smooth rather than hollow. A light blush is almost constantly spread across them. Irsia's lips carry a gentle peach tone. Health: Irsia is relatively healthy, and does not currently carry any illness. She eats healthily though carries very little muscle. Personality: Irsia is very naive, whether this is due to her age or lack of experience in every possible matter, that remains unknown. This innocence leaves her to be very trusting of others. She is quick to make friends, and rarely doubts someone's word. Personality traits: *Quirky *Modest *Naive *Religious *Trusting *Alluring *Innocent *Easily Impressed *Envious Life Style Deity: Allah Religion: The most righteous following of Allah. Alliance/Nation/Home: The Caliphate of Al Dirkah Job/Class: Al-Mudeer of the Caliphate Title(s): Al-Mudeer Flaw(s): Irsia is often too naive for her own good and is very innocent. This leaves her being easily tricked, or under-educated on some issues. She struggles to grasp more romantic or intimate suggestions or thoughts. Weaponry Fighting Style: Irsia prefers to run from any type of harm, or shout to bring others to help her. She is nearly always within proximity of some sort of trusted guard force. Despite this, she often carries a jeweled, envelope knife tucked away in her satchel; relatively harmless though sharp enough to cause a cut. Trained Weapon: None Favored Weapon: The jeweled, envelope knife. Archery: None Biography Parents: Her elderly parents passed away on the journey to Al Dirkah Pet(s): A small pet rabbit given to her by Enepay, which she affectionately named Omid, meaning hopeful in the language of the sands. ~*~ Relations to be added over time ~*~
  21. Name: Ketiley of Orvar Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 35 Biography: Hailing from the Savaar, Anthos, Ketiley’s family knew there was something unique about their eldest child from the moment they were aware of her existence in her Mother’s womb. The moment she was born; a mark of Lagara (is a link) placed upon the back of her left hand, having locks as golden as the wheat, and pure-green eyes like the wondrous leaves of life, the Priesthood quickly recognize her as blessed by Lagara. Ketiley was raised into the Clan Oghma for the first ten years of her life before the clan was completely obliterated by High Chieftain Barid. Because her parents refused to swear allegiance, they were put to death, while her Brother, Sister, and herself vowed themselves to the High Chieftain. Throughout growing up, Ketiley was quite attractive, was blessed with a soft, musical, and gentle tone, though her wrath was fierce. She sang to her clan quite often until it was obliterated, then began to only share her voice with her Siblings. It is said that Ketiley’s voice could easily hypnotize a person into a blissful state, leaving them satisfied, calm, and happy when she finished. Though she lost her parents at a young age, this did not stop Ketiley from enjoying life and keeping a smile upon her face quite frequently. Ketiley did not miss nor mourn her deceased parents, for she knew of their disloyalty to the High Chieftain, seeing their death as honourable and necessary. She was a proud Gorundyr and quite competitive, doing everything to her fullest extent. When the Black Scourge came, Ketiley thought she was ready enough to face it head on. She quickly realized her pride got the better of herself, only to watch her Brother and Sister fall. Ketiley began to see her life tearing at the seams, wanting to give up and ready to fall with her Siblings. Many a time she plunged her sword into her Siblings with the intent of putting their controlled bodies to rest, crying as she did this. Each time slowly dying on the inside. Come a year and a half later, after fleeing to Thales, Ketiley received word that Orvar had fled to this land as well. This sparked her will to live once more, the thought of High Chieftain Barid coating her troubled mind. The light of rumored words of Yagar’s clan possibly still alive spread over the darkness that clouded her thoughts, bringing the hope of survival of the Gorundyr to renew her faith in the strength of her people, once more. Several years has passed since Ketiley has met, bonded with, wed, and bared children for Morvan of Orvar and had settled within the kingdom of Aesterwald. Having two eldest Twins preforming The Coming of Age, a singular child that was birthed in secret a year after the Twins, and two newest twins that are safely hidden away in a far away Ritual Home, home of the Gorundyr Prestrs and Prestress', or Priests and Priestess' for those whom are unfamiliar with the terms, Morvan and Ketiley wait patiently within their new-found hold, governed by the Konig of Aesterwald, for her children to come home. Many of her kin, the Orvar, have scattered and taken upon themselves to journey about upon Pilgrimages for several different reasons, as Morvan and Ketiley, along with her children, also sought out to walk a Pilgrimage to seek their gods. Ragaros of Orvar has returned from a horrible fate of falling to the clutches of Maratsu, the Fallen one, and has somehow regained himself through his pilgrimage. Now awaiting their Children, Morvan and Ketiley are told by Ragaros that he wishes to sacrifice himself to the Gods as a celebration for their Childrens' arrival from The Coming of Age quest. Personality: Strong willed, competitive, motherly, happy, charming, strong minded, gentle, protective, loyal, leaderlike Skills: Perceptive, apothecary knowledge, medical knowledge, bowman, observant, herbalist Description: Is 6’4, golden locks, fairly muscular, weighs about 150 pounds, has Lagara’s birthmark, Emerald eyes, fair skinned, has a hidden Lagara mark (is a link) somewhere on her torso, taking up most of it. Normally smells of Peppermint, cinnamon, and Lavender. Looks. (Is a link)
  22. Lady Jean Briarwood / Fournier d'Avenese Nicknames: Jean 'The Lewd' Fournier, Jean, Age: Twenty-Five Gender: Female Race: Human Status: Healthy Description Height: 5ft 6" Weight: 115 Ib Body Type: Mesomorph Eyes: Chocolate Brown Hair: Chocolate Brown Skin: Fair, with a cooler undertone. Markings/Tattoos: A very faint hand-print shaped mark on her neck, seemingly a scar. Health: Healthy. Personality: Reckless, though kind hearted. She can be feisty and quick to think negatively of others. Inventory: She wears a plain wedding band, and when not worn it is on a chain around her neck. She can also often be seen carrying a small hatchet. Further Details: N/A Life Style Alignment*: Chaotic Good Deity*: The Creator. Religion: The True Faith Alliance/Nation/Home: Pobblebonk or Owynswood. Her family are vassals to Duke de Savoie Job/Class: High Class. Un-employed. Title(s): Lady Profession(s): N/A Special Skill(s): Jean is skilled with an axe. She is also talented at painting and cooking. Flaw(s): She struggles with heights and the sight of blood. She is fairly weak, and does not think before she acts. Jean often says what she thinks, and is terrible at making friends. Magic Current Status: N/A Arch-type: N/A Sub-Type: N/A Rank: N/A Weakness(es): N/A Strength(s): N/A Current Spell(s): N/A Weaponry Fighting Style: Trained Weapon: Two handed axes, hatchets and is fair with a bow. Favored Weapon: An ornate hatchet, medium sized. Archery: She is average with a bow, yet knows how to work one. Biography Parents: Joan Fournier and Charles Fournier Siblings: Mary Fournier, Lord Augustus Fournier, Charles Fournier, Louis Fournier, Napoleon Fournier (deceased), Alexandros Fournier, Catherine Fournier. Children: Eirwyn Briarwood Extended Family: Gawain Briarwood (Husband) Pet(s): Andraste (Horse, deceased.) History: Jean was born the first daughter to Charles and Joan Fournier, and was raised to be a proper 'Lady' in Relouria. She was taught to speak Relourian, and her accent is still relatively thick. She often struggled with acting how she should. She faced various physical abuses from her Father especially. She preferred to be out and busy than to be stitching or reading, leading to her more adventurous trait. After leaving Thales at the age of fourteen, Jean climbed upon a separate boat from her family. She set off, and upon landing she left the port unnoticed. She soon reached a small settlement being built, and stayed there for many years as a cook at an inn. Her life was peaceful, surrounded by a small community of friends that she soon called a family. Upon reaching the age of twenty, Jean had visited the Cloud Temple market where she spotted her brother, Augustus. Jean snuck a note to him, rushed back to the village to gather her few yet precious belongings, before heading towards Pobblebonk; the home of the Fourniers. Arriving unexpectedly, she was greeted with open arms by her siblings, and later that very evening attended the wedding of her youngest, Catherine. After a few months, her brother had arranged her courtship to Lord Nicholas Blackwell, a family friend. Still stuck in her childish ways Jean was soon to fall in love with him, idolising him, and considering herself to be happy. It was but a few moons before her wedding that Augustus broke her betrothal, and instead arranged it to Christopher Blackwell, the Lord's brother. Heartbroken, Jean and Nicholas had planned to leave their houses and marry, but this was stopped with the death of the Lord. Jean had no choice but to court Christopher. As time went on, Jean found herself becoming more and more fond of the boy, who was plenty years younger than herself. He led her to believe he loved her, and Jean was easily fooled. Once again she was besotted with another man. As their wedding day loomed, Jean learnt of Christopher’s own love, Lorina Carrion. Jean was left angry, upset and confused. Her betrothal was broken, and she was left to her own accords. She instead rebelled against her brother, causing various kinds of trouble and mischief. Her brother quickly agreed to a Courtship between her and Wesley Valentine. The two became quick friends and solid companions to one another, and though Jean was trying to convince herself she held romantic feelings for him, she did not. A second suitor was found: Corbett Van Cleef. A difficult man, known for his relentless murder and banditing, but Jean did not know this. The pair were cold to one another at first, though soon became fond, and Corbett asked for Jean’s hand. On the day of one of Corbett’s outings, Jean decided to stroll to Petrus, searching for workers for her brother. There she met Lord Briarwood, who tricked her to believe he was looking for work. Upon discovering his true identity, Jean agreed to walk with him to Owynswood and the pair soon became thick friends. Content in each other’s company, yet still unmarried, the couple were together for many a year, until Corbett’s untimely death. Gawain was also missing, as were Jean’s two close friends, Waverly and Catherine. Jean also shared a quick courtship with Guy de Bar, but this was brought to an end by his cruel words and her reckless actions. Never had the woman felt so alone, with the constant threat of being disowned by her brother nagging at her mind, she was left in a state of depression, and refused to leave the Manor for a year. After a year of mourning she resurfaced to find the missing trio had returned. She found Gawain in Petrus, and the pair soon became acquainted once more. After a various amount of time spent in one another’s company, Gawain offered to ask for Jean’s hand from Augustus, and the couple were betrothed. They were married in the chapel at Owynswood, and eight seasons later Jean birthed a baby girl, Eirwyn. The small family were given land opposite the Manor on which they built a home, and live there to the present day.
  23. Character Name: Ayana Varodyr Nicknames: 'Yana Age: 20 Gender: Female Race: Human Status: Alive and well Description Height: 5'5"ft Weight: n/a Body Type: Ayana stands the height of 5 feet and 5 inches. She has an athletic structure, and general good looks. Her hair is cut short, falling only just past her shoulders and is usually kept up in a tight ponytail, bangs of burgundy hair drooping over her face, a parted fringe. She has a soft featured face, with attractively groomed, as if penciled on’ eyebrows and silver eyes - born utterly colourblind. Her right eyebrow bares a scar through it’s center, parting through it, leaving a gap. She’s physically athletic, and moderately muscular, though not bulky. She has delicate, sporty curves from her torso and her hips. Her legs are strong, with curvaceous calves, defined and attractive- curving down into her ankles. Eyes: Silver. Hair: Ayana keeps her burgandy hair tied up in a short ponytail, propped nicely on the back of her head. Her fringe sits attractive over her face, parted through the middle, the bangs of hair reaching the bottom of her jaw. Skin: As for her complexion, Ayana has fair skin, without blemish all but for a light dust of freckles over her nose. Her skin isn't overly pale, but tans slower than the skin of others. Markings/Tattoos: Her left eyebrow is parted with a small scar running through it. Health: Healthy! Personality: Ayana is a tomboy. In public events, particularly a family event or anything formal, Ayana is polite and sensible. She doesn’t usually talk in this circumstance, keeping quiet and to herself. Like a noble lady would, she wears her dresses, and keeps her looks well, and attractive. When alone, or with those who know her more active and eccentric side, she wears more breathable clothing, though still relatively polite. She’s an active girl, wanting to be involved, interested in hands on activities. On most occasions she’s kind hearted, genuinely nice, and believes in honesty. She’s personally very religious, having experienced a life changing moment in her life as a teenager. She’s mentally tough, and sometimes appears as stoic, or stern, when not in public. She's generally playful, and thrives in making people around her smile. Life Style Alignment*: Lawful Neutral. Deity*: Maker Alliance/Nation/Home: Queen of Renatus Job/Class: Queen/Dame Title(s): Queen Ayana Varodyr, The Storm Dragon. Flaw(s): Ayana is inspired by tales and stories, and is driven by the desire to battle and have her name etched into the history books. This motive could put her into dangerous situations, as it has already. Weaponry Fighting Style: Military trained. Defensive/opportunist. Trained Weapon: Single handed arming sword. Single handed battle-axe. Favored Weapon: Arming sword. Biography Parents: Ayana is a high born girl of Horen descent. Her parents, Augustus Horen and ___ raised her well. Despite her troublesome years of youth, they managed to mould her into a girl of proper behaviour as best that they could. After her fathers untimely disappearance, Ayana struggled particularly during the next few years. She became particularly moody, and stubborn- unwilling to be this perfect girl she was expected to be. Siblings: Ayana is the youngest of the children, now three. During Ayana's childhood, her tomboy behaviour beamed through her actions. She spent her spare time playing with toy swords, riding horses or exploring her home. Her brother, Edmund Horen played the role of being Ayana's guardian, parenting her as best that he could, following after his parents attempts to raise her the right way. Ayana wouldn't have any of it, and as an act of defiance put a blade to her hair, cutting it's long, beautiful length down to above her shoulders. Edmund and Ayana came to a mutual agreement, and it's long passed now since Edmund allowed Ayana more freedom with how she behaved, but it proved a better thing for her future. Ayana and Edmund maintain a nice relationship, despite the chaotic times after their parents disappearance. Children: None..yet. Pet(s): Buttons, the cat. History Upon Ayana’s nineteenth birthday, Ayana and her brother were attending a ball. Curiously, Ayana was behaving herself for once. Maric Varodyr attended the ball also, and was seeking out her brother, to talk. Maric and Ayana met at a table, and shared small talk. They danced, and met a few times after the ball also. It was not long after that Maric requested to court Ayana, and Edmund accepted. Ayana fell in love with Maric, and throughout being courted, had found an instructor for combat part time and in secret. A few elven days before Maric and Ayana’s wedding, Maric offered to her a gift that she found most surprising. A suit of beautifully designed armour, crafted with intricate dragons and unique features. As well as this, an arming sword which would be named Talon. Marrying Maric would make her soon known as the Storm Dragon, and eventually, the Queen of Renatus. Ruling beside Maric, and participating in wars, she finds herself confident to participate and act. Artwork:
  24. Character Name Nicknames: Zenko, DarkFox Age: 23 Gender: Male Race: Elf Status: Unknown Description Height: 5’ Weight: 162 Body Type: Thin Eyes: Green Hair: Blond Skin: White Markings/Tattoos: Flaming Arrows Health: Fit And Never Better Personality: Brave Inventory: Always Has A Bow And Arrow With Him Enchanted Or Un-Enchanted Further Details: N/a Life Style Alignment*: Chaotic Neutral Deity*: Nemiisae Religion: Trickery Alliance/Nation/Home: Unknown Job/Class: Hunter Title(s): Hunter Profession(s):Hunter Special Skill(s): Hunting Flaw(s): Weak (mentally) Magic None yet… Fighting Style: Archery Trained Weapon[s]: Bow & Arrow Favored Weapon: Bow & Arrow Archery: Good Biography Parents: Unknown Siblings: Unknown Children: Unknown Extended Family: Unknown Pet(s): Wolfs
  25. ------------------------------------------- Character Information For Talia D'Avre ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Name - Talia D'Avre Race - Half-Elf/Adunian Gender - Female Married - No Age - 43 Birth-date - 3rd of the Grand Harvest Parents - Zaviel (Draen D'Avre) (Elf), Charlotte D'Avre (Human). Relatives Arelin (squeak0711) - Asher (spiffytaylor411), Roy D'Avre (B3ast_mod), Beltran (BathRugMan), and Lorien (hugothechamp). (Some others missing) God-Parents - Jakir StepFather - Ramza Mantisuku StepMother - Elvi Mantisuku -------CHARACTER WHAT'S UP SO FAR THING------- De-Paralyzed. She is weak though, must train to get better. -------REVAMPED CHARACTER INFORMATION------- VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV - Description - Talia a Half-Elf or Adunian you might say, born to the late Charlotte D'Avre and the still alive Draen D'Avre. She seems to get sick every now and then, random chills/colds/stomach-bugs and fevers climbing to an alarming high rate. Most of the time she would have a quarter-staff strapped to her back, but not /all/ the time. - Appearance - She has 75% more Elvish traits about her then human traits, which makes her look almost as fair as an Elf. Her body shape seems pretty fit all in all, and her very long black hair falls over her face and all down her back to the waist line, it seems to cover most of her face sometimes, though her smile would be seen every now and then. Her eyes would be a light green color, her skin would be a very light tan. Oh, and if you look hard enough she seems to have a somewhat sliced right ear. She looks 20 years younger than her actually age, interesting. (5,10ft) A small burn mark hard to see is on the lower part of her neck, that in the shape of a skull. No piercings or rings of any kind found anywhere on her. - Outfit - Most of the time she wears a rather pleasant white dress with some sort of blue long over-dress jacket thrown over top. Yet you look upon it and it is simply gorgeous, the needle-work must have taken a long time to make a dress as good as this, the brass buttons themselves are engraved with little images, some flowers and others animals. Sometimes she is training in some green robes that fit pretty well, they are roughly made but are light and easy to move around in, though its hard to see with the hood up. - Personality - She speaks in a low mumblish tone, in a fearful and nervous way. If being confronted about something she did wrong she wouldn't want to look you in the eyes, and would hang her head low. She gets REALLY nervous/shy if there are many people her 'her' age, especially men, for some reason youn feel rather inclinded to talking to a post rather then her from just the way she listens to you. Tends to want sleep, a lot. She is somewhat good with children, as long as they behave. Highly emotional sad and serious hidden under a vial of cute jollyness mixed with a sarcastic temper. Talks a bit rudely sometimes around people she doesn't know, she can be nice if you are though, but if you are mean you better believe she will be down right cold with you. - Main Skill - She is a quarter-staff master, tier 3 so look out, this lady has some mad skill if you tick her off. - Secondary Main Skill - Pressure point self defense as she calls it, be warned; "If you are not wearing any armor or some kind of armor that isn't covering certain places she will move to try and pinch or poke one of your pressure points, when this happens rarely you fall down, most of the time you are stunned and feel like some kind of shock went through your body. - Additional Skills - Another two skills would be taking care of animals, she finds herself surprisingly good at it. The next skill would be very low class medic, she isn't much good at it but she wants to work on this skill to perfect it. - Likes/Dislikes - She likes spicy food(Though she can still eat normal food.), she also likes Khas, she likes dueling, she likes kind people, and she likes all her relatives. She dislikes bullies, she dislikes ANYTHING sweet, she dislikes people that ask her about her past family life. - Greatest Fear - Losing someone very dear to her, and then regretting it to the point where she wants to die. -End of given character information- But, not the end of Character Pictures 4/5. - Talia Render/Pose by _Zer0 - Character sketch of Talia by B3Ast_Mod - Talia in her light blue dress. http://gyazo.com/f31bde0bf98d07585d083afd4d783cb9 - Talia in her training robes. http://gyazo.com/42132dcdffaf142ea843a0ac39b57e89 -Now we are done.- Character Information update No. #12
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