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Character's Name:

Ate-Feh

Nicknames:

Ate

Age:

9

Gender:

Female

Species:

Or'rix

Abilities:

Agility:

Like all of the Or'rix kind, Ate-Feh is quick and agile;able to outrun others if need be and usually it's alway sneeded.

Hands-on Fighting:

She'll fuck up a bitch, whether it's with her teeth, claws, or a blade; you better what your back.

Potion Brewing:

Something she'd come to enjoy at some point, but unlike those who sell them for money; Ate will usually keep them for herself. Making them of any reason or kind, using them for herself or perhaps her brother. Her favorites are potions that can eat through locks and metals, making some home robbery so much easier.

Silver Tongue:

Probably one of her better abilities, mostly because it'll get both her and her brother out of some really dumb situations. Especially with his grumpy attitude.

Personality:

Charming:

This personality trait goes hand in hand with her silver tongue, if she isn't stealing the things from your pockets; she may be able to talk you out of them. On a good day she might even be able to talk you out of your clothes, but no one wants that. She'll be flirtatious with anyone she may find in value for her, at least when it comes to the things they own; jewelry being on of her favorite things.

Playfull:

Ate is almost still like a pup, even though she is of teenage age. She loved to rough house, bite, and play just like a little kid would; allowing herself to tackle anyone she might enjoy some play with, though usually this sort of thing is saved for her brother. No matter how grumpy he may be at the time, she gives no actual fucks about it.

Sassy:

If she has something to say, she'll certainly say it. It can be your mom, your grandma, your pack leader, or the damn gods themselves; her sass-mastery knows no actual bounds. Gets her into more trouble than it's actually worth, probably needs a hand over her mouth a times. Any argument with her is just going to be sass central.

History:

Ate-Feh was born in a small litter after her older brother, though she'd been the only pup born in that litter; which was certainly why it could have been considered small. The young woman grew up practically idolizing her older brother, wanted to do this, that, and everything else with the older Or'rix; even if he himself didn't quite enjoy having his little sister tagging along with him.

Ate had followed her brother after his failure to take down the pack leader, it pained her more than anything to have her brother leave and on his own as well. She even joined him with the The Silver Fang, a group she didn't have good feelings of but went along with him to say at his side.

Note: I agreed to take Percy off the hands of thatguy on the condition I'm allowed to make some tweaks and updates, so this is simply a remastered version of his character.

Character's Name: Percy Marius Oaksword
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Abilities: Able to quickly calm people down, has a steady sword arm, good at reading people, charismatic
Appearance: He has wavy golden and dark blonde hair with grey eyes. He stands tall at 6’4, weighing a sturdy 200 pounds. He is incredibly well built.
   
Personality: Percy is upbeat and honest, a kindly young man who goes out of his way to help the people.
Relations: Married to Hadrian Oaksword, and loyal to his Lord, the nobleman Castro Ceasian
Residence: A small but cozy home in Redstone Keep, where he lives with his spouse.
History: Born Percy Marius Morley, the son of a young knight and his wife, percy grew up to be a kind-hearted and gentle lad. In his adolescence, he was scripted to squirehood in the service of a local lord. As he grew older, he rose through the ranks, eventually attaining an esteemed knighthood as his father did before him, bringing honor to his family. Through his time in the military, he met Hadrian Oaksword, the son of a nobleman and his wife, a fellow knight-in-arms in service. The two would court and marry, and are now trying to start a family.

(As this is my first character, although he isn't strictly mine, I think this belongs here
Roleplay Sample: Walking the dusty road, a thin, dark-tanned, older man with a walking stick whistled a tune as he went. His back was bent with age, his hair almost gone. The city that was his destination was several miles up the road, and he was tired, but he didn't slow, nor did he stop whistling. Grettl was determined to be cheery on his trek- there was no point being upset over what he couldn't control, he reasoned. Grettl had been the village storyteller for many years, and before that, he was a traveling bard, back when his voice was young and smooth like honey, and his legs were strong and travel-ready.

When his home had caught fire that night, he had been asleep. It was his dear wife, Morriot that woke him, with her nightgown brought up over her nose to filter out the smoke. By the time they were both outside, the entire village was alight. It was too small to have its own fire brigade, and too far from any mapped settlement to rely on help. Those that escaped their homes huddled in the square while they watched their homes and livelihoods disappear before their eyes. Morriot would pass early that morning, before dawn. Her long-failing lungs could not handle the smoke they had inhaled. With no village left, the residents salvaged what they could and left on foot, or on donkey- or horse-back, heading north along the river to Redstone Keep, the biggest settlement nearby, where many folks had family who would take them in. Like the others who had lost loved ones in the flames, Grettl had to stay behind to bury his wife, and was, in fact, the last one on the road. With no horse or donkey to his name, he simply walked. The fresh memory of his wife's passing troubled and pained him the whole way, but he tried to remain positive.

Along the road, the thunder of hooves rumbled- a patrol of knights rode up behind Grettl, rearing to a stop when they reached his position. The blond-haired knight at the head of the party looked down at him for a moment, then back at his men. In a few words, he sent them along ahead of him, and then he dismounted his horse.
To Grettl, the stranger said, "Where are you heading, my merry old friend?"
Grettl replied, "To Redstone keep, sir. I have only what you see before you, and I will not trouble your journey." He was quite perplexed as to why the knight had stopped.
The stranger introduced himself, "I am Sir Percy Oaksword. I am traveling to Redstone Keep as well, to my home. You look weary, unless I am mistaken. Would you care to ride for the rest of the way, with a young knight at your side to defend you? I ask only for the wizened tales of experience in recompense."
Taken aback by such a kindness from a man in such a lofty position, Grettl hesitantly accepted. When he had mounted, Sir Percy took the horses reins and began to walk the road, leading the horse after him. On the back of a strong warhorse, the road was much easier to traverse for the elder gentleman. In addition, the kind young knight happily drank up the old bard's tales of glorious ancient heroes and some oral traditions detailing the history of mankind and its deeds. To so open a person, Grettl eventually laid bare his own recent tragedy, allowing the knight to weep with him for his misfortune and loss. When they reached the gate to the city, Grettl was loath to part company with Sir Percy, but there they parted anyway. Although to Percy this was a simple, fleeting encounter with no great significance, the old storyteller would remember such a simple, kind deed.

Perhaps Percy will walk into a tavern someday to find such a story being told about himself, immortalized forever by a single motion of care for an otherwise lonely old man.

<b>Thread Status:</b>closed
<b>Players involved:</b> Vaekirri
<b>Characters involved:</b> Hadrian/Percy
<b>Setting:</b> The Redstone Keep
<b>Time:</b> Current, 9:00 AM
<b>Weather:</b> Sunny and Warm


Hadrian gently opened his eyes, the light slowly streaming in as he awoke. He felt the firm grip of his husband Percy around his waist, snuggled incredibly close to the younger man. To say his arse was sore would be putting it politely - it ached from how long the two had been at it last night, pleasuring each other as much as they could. But still, he didn't mind it, considering who was next to him. Soft breaths floated down his neck as Percy softly snored next to him, dozing away with a smile on his face. The sun had risen early and was shining high in the sky as the young husbands snoozed.

With that in mind, he carefully rolled onto his side to face Percy, gazing into his smiling face. He had been so beautiful the first time they met, with curly golden blonde hair and grey eyes, as well as a build even bigger than he was. And now that they were married, to him the knight seemed even more beautiful with every moment that had passed where the two had been together.

His lips gently met Percy's in a long, sweet, passionate kiss as he attempted to wake up his love, the blonde beard soft and slightly scratchy against his own. He moved from the man’s lips to his neck, face, and chest, never wanting to leave his embrace - or the bed for that matter.

CharafterName: Lunula Stone

Nicknames: The Wanderer, Nialle's Oracle, The Vessel Of Magic.

Age:  250

Gender: Female

Species: Kitsune[Oracle Of Nialle]

Abilities:

Gate Magic: This was an ability given to her as a token of a great faith of Nialle, once she became the next Oracle of the Kitsunes she obtain this power. Using an extensive arsenal of spells each one is called upon the user and is formed in magic circles that leviate around or infront of the palm of the user. Using this magic she is able to form elemental spells, a few supporting spells along with a spell which is more so a last resort that really causes destruction to areas it's impacted to.

Telekinesis + Telepathy:The two skills both go in correlation of her massive intellectual state, she has been seeking knowledge about the gods along with general things in the world her entire life, it's an ability inherited by parents where she has the power to read minds along with lift objects. She isn't able to lift over things that are enormous unless she is provoked to however even so this power can strain her body internally. Using her telepathy she is into able to read the minds of pure of heart easily yet with permission, getting into the minds of evil is fairly difficult and causes one to have much patience and discipline when trying to obtain control.

Appearance:

Character's Name:Dasdiri Blackhand

Nicknames: Diri/Dee

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Species: Conquest Demon

Abilities:
Frost magic: Diri can only claim aptitude of magic relating to cold and ice. Mainly she can cause ice to form along walls or the ground in a small area outward from herself to potentially freeze people or objects down, or alternatively form short blades for use as daggers should she be without other weappnry.

The fist: Diri’s slightly larger left hand has thicker, tougher skin and stronger nails than her other, and the entire arm’s muscle is more dense than her right. What this means in practice is that she can deliver a nasty left hook or rake an opponent’s flesh, or defensively use her forearm to “catch” lighter weapons if there is nothing else she can do to mitigate the blow.

Combat potency (or lack thereof?): As far as demons go, Diri is rather weak. She lacks intimate knowledge of blades or any weapon in particular. So in a head on fight she might be wanting for experience but if the enemy is unsuspecting, whether it be by stealth or convincing a body that she means no harm she can put her anatomy knowledge to use in mere moments

Appearance: Diri‘s normal form has many visible markers of her race, be it the pitch black horns atop her head or her long, Y tipped tail. Along with these immediately noticeable features comes her ghostly pale skin, which is accented in some areas by purple markings.

Her face is naturally somewhat round or oblong, with full enough cheeks to give off a “cute” vibe if she isn’t making an effort to look otherwise. She has eyes with slit-like pupils bordered by red, and full lips. Depending on how the light hits it her hair can seem black or purple.

in terms of shape Diri is of a short and lean build, standing at 5’1 before her horns are factored in.

Personality:

History: (If requested or needed to explain the power behind a character).

Roleplay Sample:

Just an old trick really.

<b>Thread Status:</b> Closed
<b>Players involved:</b> KingFury, PeridotPhaeron
<b>Characters involved:</b> Lizair Dawnbreaker (KingFury), Marik Silee (PeridotPhaeron)
<b>Setting:</b> Light Fortress gardens
<b>Time:</b> About 1:30 in the evening.
<b>Weather:</b> Clear for now, although a storm is clearly brewing on the horizon.

Marik Silee was thoroughly miserable. This had been a mistake. Everything about this was a mistake. He hadn't even been able to work up the courage to ask anyone if they knew the kind of person he was looking for. Everyone just seemed so... busy. No, that wasn't the right word, but he couldn't think of a better one. He bent down, examining one of the bushes. He didn't touch it- It seemed rather disrespectful- but he did see if could find a friend. No. Nobody was there. He stood up again, looking around the gardens. They were clean. Neat. Very, very bright. He wasn't even sure if they allowed trees in here, because they'd cast shade in this garden of... well, Light. Nothing out of its place. Nothing... wild. He'd thought, maybe, he'd be able to gather his courage in a place that felt a little like home... But it just did not feel the same, and he had no idea how he was ever going to do what he'd come here to do.

<b>Name:</b> Marik Silee

<b>Nicknames:</b> None, although he quietly requests that you please not call him Mar. Please.

<b>Age:</b> 53

<b>Gender:</b> Male

<b>Species:</b> Kelahati (Spider)

<b>Appearance:</b>
Marik is a little short, standing at only 5’8”, and has dark hair and tanned skin. He seems to be hunched over, if only a little, whenever you look at him, and how he doesn’t look like a cave mushroom is a mystery, what with all the corners he’s always hiding in. His eyes would be dead black, if they weren’t almost always soft and with some, tiny spark hiding in them.

Of course, these aren’t the things most people notice about him. The first thing would be the arms, all six of them. He has no trouble moving them independently, probably because the gods thought it would be boring to give someone a bunch of arms and then watch them walk around only using two because that was all they could handle. Aside from the arms, though, there’s another sign of his nature. He wears a headband, and underneath it are three pairs of eyes. They’re human, but they’re pretty disconcerting to see, which is part of why he keeps them covered. The other part is just practical. After all, nobody likes it when their hair gets in their eyes, do they?

<b>Abilities:</b>
Marik is a decent hand at making or altering clothes, mostly because, if you have six arms, you start realizing very quickly that your other options are spend excessive amounts of money to get things adjusted or tear holes in all your clothes.

He also has a fair amount of healing magic, which he inherited from his parents. Thanks to their tutelage, he’s pretty good with it, although his skill lies mostly in the reconstruction area. He can destroy or protect, but it’s far more exhausting as he uses large amounts of magic to make up for his lack of skill.

Like all Kelahati, he’s also a shapeshifter.  HIs spider form is that of a recluse, and he uses it when he needs to be unseen. While he’s pretty sure that his bite is poisonous, under most circumstances, he wouldn’t even think of biting anyone, although, per parental instruction, he keeps a vial of it that he’s managed to extract, just in case.

There are rumors that, somewhere in his bloodline, lies the ability to wield a far, far darker magic. He has no idea what this would be, and honestly, why would he want to use anything like that? Honestly, when he thinks about that possibility, he’s terrified of that kind of power.

Marik is also able to create webbing, and it emerges from small slits on his underarms. He’s got some amount of control over what kind comes out, such as whether or not it’s sticky, and primarily uses it as thread when he needs to stitch something or someone up.

<b>Personality:</b>
Marik is a shy individual, and he seems reluctant to talk to anyone new. He has a tendency to hang around in corners if he has to go anywhere, which means lately, corners in several inns on Katakarthia have developed severe cases of Spooderboi. He speaks softly and has a tendency to look like he’s expecting someone to jump out of the shadows and stab him.

However, this has a tendency to change when he has somebody who he has decided to treat. He’s still gentle, but he’s far more firm, and woe betide anybody who tries to get in the way of said patient getting better.

<b>History:</b>
Marik comes from a quiet little village in Katakarthia, a peaceful place where species mixed without much conflict, where one of his mothers worked as the village’s general healer, and the other tended a small garden and convinced the local spiders not to get in people’s hair too much.

If pressed, he’ll tell people all about his mothers and his older sister, and he almost seems to become just a bit more relaxed when talking about them. If asked why he left, however, he shuts down completely, and he refuses to say. If he’s particularly desperate to get away, he’ll tell whoever is asking that he’s looking for someone. If that doesn’t satisfy them, they can always follow until he finds them. Nobody’s taken him up on that so far.

Character's Name:

Taahira

Nicknames:

N/A

Age:

9,000

Height:

Pure Form: 5 inches

Human Form: 5'7"

Weight:

Pure Form: Weightless

Human Form: 124 lbs

Gender:

Pure Form: Genderless

Solid Forms: Female

Species:

Spirit Elemental

Abilities:


Like any and all spirit elementals, the girl is able to shift her body into many forms that exist; whether it be in the shape of an animal or even a humanoid creature. There isn't much she isn't able to turn herself into. Taahira does have her favorite forms to change into, all bearing her coloration; though none bearing the marks upon her human form body.

Her magic in her is as of any elemental, perhaps not the most control but certainly powerful as a spirit elemental's should be. Yet, she very rarely finds herself in much need of using it, preferring to flee from sight rather than get involed with any violence that may come at her. Taahira never really has cared to fight, or cause harm, even as a child growing into the woman she is today.

In regards to her flight response when in danger, she is able to move her body in slight burts of teleportation; taking her form from one area to another. These areas are usually in range of where she may be, but far enough away to make an escape if possible. Also easily used if wanting to get out of an uncomfortable situation, perhaps a gentleman getting far to close to her than she herself would want.

When all else fails, and fleeing is not something she can easily do; she can manifest a a mist. She can easily control it the the subtle motions of her hands and easily enter the lungs of her attackers. From there, she can absorb life force from their very bodies, with no way of them being able to stop it if they tried. This is only on emergency occasions; longer use can overwhelm her body and drain her own her own energy.

Personality:

Calm: An air of calm surrounds her entire being, able to take an situation with stride and ease. No matter how dangerous it may be. To keep a collected mind is always needed.

Social: There is nothing more she enjoys that being around others, no matter their race. Being able to shift into any form makes it quite easy to socialize with many beings of the land around her.

Gentle: Taahira is a gentle being by nature, never finding the need to harm another creature. Though, she fears even trying, as her abilities with magic could cause great harm.

Quiet: Tends to be more on the quiet side, unless she is spoken to first, she will keep mostly to herself. Though she does love to meet others, but will listen more than anything else.

History:

Taahira was some of the first to wonder out of the forest to find more in life. Though, she'd spent much time in the forest at the start, growing herself stronger as to be able to wonder the world outside the forests of Katakarthia. Once she was ready, she left the comforts of what was once home; leaving all behind that surely held her back.

She spent many years wandering the lands, meeting and getting to know creatures of all kinds. Of course, in the forms of those creatures, rather than her pure form. It is much easier to gain the trust and learn from others when you look like them, yes? Of course it is. The more she learned, explored, and enjoyed; the more she found herself enjoying and even loving the lives of mortal and non-mortal alike creatures. One species in specific, were humans. Their lives were short, but they  lived them with as much joy in their hearts as any other creatures in the world.

Taahira enjoys the life she is living now, being around the most interesting of people and doing something beautiful as well; entertaining others with dance.