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Name: Ximena
Gender: Woman
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Bee Hummingbird Kelahati
Age: 18
Appearance/Physiology:

Height
2’0”
Weight
14 Lbs.
Measurements
13.71A-12.19-19.05
Wingspan
4’6”

Ximena is an extremely diminutive and shapely woman, with a feminine, pear-shaped figure. She has a very plump and protruding rear, which is quite distinct; even at her size. Her hair is white and is styled in a series of braids and two pigtails, which lay just above her wings, which are the same color as her hair.

Ximena has a tan skin tone with bright, golden undertones. Her lips are the most distinctive part of her face, which are excessively plump and are normally coated dark magenta. Ximena has a heart-shaped facial profile. She has round cheeks and big, doll-like eyes with cyan irises.

Ximena’s wings (Cc) are over twice her height in wingspan. They are the same color as her hair and are shaped exactly like hummingbird wings. Her bones are hollow, which is the primary reason for her low weight.

In her bee hummingbird form, Ximena has dark grey wings, with an iridescent pattern along the sides.

Personality:

Ximena is hyperactive and restless. She is an extreme workaholic, preferring excessive physical training and sex to rest and recovery. However, in the arena, she is patient and situationally aggressive fighter. In conversation, she can be awkward and flirtatious, to a sometimes uncomfortable extent.

Abilities:

Flight
Ximena is a fast, skillful, and athletic flyer who fly at speeds that exceed 30 miles per hour, and dive at speeds that exceed 60 miles per hour. She can hover and fly laterally, vertically, perpendicularly, and upside down. Ximena maintain flight for up to three hours, before tiring herself out.
Athletics
Ximena can maintain her balance on extremely narrow surfaces, on account of her low center of gravity and relatively low weight.
Senses
Ximena can see ultraviolet light in her humanoid and hummingbird form, thereby seeing more color than normal human vision. Her vision is capable of processing objects moving at high speeds, granting her the ability to fly at top speeds through cramped spaces; which would otherwise pose to her a severe risk of crashing.
Fighting
In spite of her size, Ximena is a skilled and powerful fighter. She survived two years as a gladiator, developing her already honed skills further in live combat.
Shapeshifting
Ximena can shift into the form of a bee hummingbird.
 
History:

Ximena was born to an impoverished mother, who sold one of her twin daughters to a gladiator company as a baby. The company sought to train fighters with unorthodox abilities such as flight, so that they could generate revenue from their fights. From the day she could walk, Ximena was trained as a fighter for the company. During her training, Ximena developed a talent with sword and spear, utilizing weapons such as the estoc, short sword, rapier, shamshir, spear, and javelin. She became skilled in fighting with a shield when she built the strength to maintain flight while utilizing one simultaneously.

Ximena was entered in her first fight at the age of sixteen, surviving a contest that was an apparent mismatch by the event organizers. She continued to fight, train, and survive in the arenas for two more years before she paid off the final years of her contract.

<b>Thread Status:</b>open
<b>Players involved:</b> Kila and Roma
<b>Characters involved:</b> Naiome and Aolani
<b>Setting:</b> Nyamene Island
<b>Time:</b> early light of the 24th of Ganthor
<b>Weather:</b> soft rainfall and overcast, smoke coming from the volcano on the island.


The room was... hot... and everything hurt. "Ow..."

The girl tried to move, but her body screamed in protest as she felt her magic lines that flow throughout her boy twitch in agony. It hurt... her fingers moved and grabbed at her chest, as her eyes squeezed shut. She cough and blood came out. Why did her body hurt. What happened? She forced her eyes open slightly. She didn't know this place. It was so warm, much warmer then home.

"Daddy...."

The word was faint. She couldn't sense him... But it was so warm. It was always warm when her father was near. She could smell blood. A lot of blood. Where was it coming from? Her head throbbed and she closed her eyes and the room dimmed trying to adjust to fit her needs. Everything was a blurr. She could remember a bit. She had been outside of her home...and then it all went fussy. It was like she was there, but not really. It felt like a dream. Everything hurt... that was what she knew. Her body ached as if it had been to war and back, but there was no actual wound she could feel. It logically didn't make sense.


"Where am I?"

Character's Name: Undyne

Nicknames: Di

Age: Unknown

Gender: Female

Species: Demon {Martyr Royal}

Abilities:

To many demons, especially those of royal descent, magic is as natural as breathing, and Undyne is no exception to the rule. Her power often manifests as a white flame; sometimes cupped in her hand like a candle, lighting her path as she walks, at others animating the freshly dead to her will for a limited period of time. Lacking any outward skill in weaponry or combative fighting, she relies on her wit and power to see her through dangerous situations, and has been known to turn the bodies of the slain against their companions in a cruel bid to distract them. She is fearless during battles and will sustain wounds without a care to pain, sometimes failing to notice them altogether until they come dangerously close to summoning her true form. At this time, her power grows to uncontrollable levels, heating the air around her and igniting fires at random unless directed in a punishing blast.

Appearance:

As is the case with royal demons, Undyne has four forms she moves between:

Human

In her human form, Undyne appears as a tall, raven-haired woman, slender to the point of delicacy. Her features are high and aristocratic; yet the fairness of her skin, already pale as lily petals, is whitened still further on the left side of her face, which is painted in the form of a stylized skull. Shockingly dark around the hollow around her eye, the dramatic white sweep of her cheek and jaw are detailed in elaborate patterns mimicking the swirl of vines and tiny flowers. By comparison, the right side of her face is plain, though the spectacular contrast makes it seem more human.*

This being her favorite, even normal, form, Undyne often adorns herself in beautiful clothing, usually in some variant of white and black. Her hair is always loose, falling in luxuriant waves to her waist, and always gently pinned back from her face with a rose plucked in full bloom. She rarely shows her back; while her garments may change, beneath them her torso is bound with several strips of white cloth - bandages that are always stained freshly red over a wound deep between the blades of her shoulders.

When agitated into her true form, Undyne always reverts to her human avatar, wherein the decoration of her facial skull becomes real bone and the violet eye within melts into a flame. Her fingers will lengthen and transform into wicked unretractable claws nearly a foot long and sharp enough to slice flesh like paper. Skeletal wings with feathers but no flesh will sprout from her shoulders, and white fire will coalesce into a crown above her head, drawing strange mockery of the images of angels depicted in so many human dwellings across the land.

*the image i am trying to recreate here is half of a sugar skull

Mundane 

In addition to her human form, Undyne can alter her appearance into that of a cat, a falcon, and a coyote, all of which are jet black save for the left half of their faces that appear shockingly white. In all forms she retains her eye color: a deep, rich violet. Her cat and coyote form also tend to have longer, sweeping tails than their natural brethren, and her falcon form is often mistaken for a carrion bird from afar. 

Mythical

Finally, Undyne's last and most rarely used form is that of a dragon. Small and relatively frail for the species, she is nevertheless many times stronger than an elf or human in this body, and her scales have the texture and brittle strength of obsidian slates. Her wings are feathered, closely resembling those of her falcon shape, and a row of blood-red spines run the length of her back and tail, rising and falling in response to her mood. Like all of her other bodies, Undyne's dragon form is black, though the left side of her face remains a brilliant white; but unlike the others, her dragon face retains the intricate designs present in her human avatar, with tiny scales replicating the sweeping black lines of a painter's brush.

Personality:

Undyne is unusually reverent for a demon. Often walking the lonely paths between the shrines of the gods, she is accustomed to silence, and in the rare times when she has a walking companion, she will encourage them to tell their stories while she listens and occasionally interjects with a question. She is far from impulsive but is not slow to react, either, often taking logical approaches in the face of others' passions. So uncommon is it for her to invoke her true form that there are few enough alive able to recall what it is; instead, legends attach themselves to the ghostly maiden figure prowling the night, never sleeping and never eating, with a candle flame wavering between her fingers.

In truth, though, Undyne is a master manipulator. Her travels are not all altruistic; she prays at the shrines, yes, but more to maintain the image of her devotion than to prove piety. These journeys serve instead to keep her informed of the goings-on in each of the demon regions, through which she walks freely, and allow her to meet others that always end up indebted to her in one form or another. Though her goals are unknown to all but her, she likes to nudge the others, and craves influence. More than once she has stood just off the center of a power struggle, her eye fixated on the rivals even as she moves to shape the outcome.

Character's Name: Calista Gavreel

Nicknames: N/A

Age: 4,282

Gender: Female

Species: Life Angel

Height: 4'10"

Weight: 96 lbs.

Abilities:

True Form: As every royal Life angel before her, Calista's true form resembles Tharamos, the God of Reality and Illusion. Though he form is slightly more petite and pastel in colors.

Combat: Though small and rather petite and size, Calista can very well hold her own in combat. Choosing a rapier as her weapon of choice, she uses it with grace and precision to take down any enemies as quick as possible.

Personality:

Calista has always been the quite type of being, always using her skills of listening rather than talking; taking in what other people say as to keep herself in tune with how things are going. When she does speak, she speaks with a gentle yet commanding tone, able to tell those she needs to command what to do and how exactly to do so. She takes everything she does with pride and speaks to even the most common folk with the upmost respect; even if such a thing had never been gained in the first place.

As a royal she always holds herself up in spit of everything going on within the war, giving her people and those who look up to her something to believe in; that perhaps the war can be over with soon so no more harm may befall any others. She is quick and diligent in her decision making, even in the most gruel of situations she tried her best to keep a calm mind and body.

History:


Calista is the only and first born of her parents, making her the heir of the throne as soon as she was even conceived. Of course this certainly left the girl with many things she needed to learn and one day be responsible for; especially for the people that look up to the royals for guidance. Like many, many angels however, her parents were eventually killed in the on-going war with the demons. After this, she had take to the step up and become the royal her people needed.

She hopes to help in ending the war with the demons, whether peaceful or not; so spare any more of her kind of casualties and lose of life. The angel with work with any others to bring peace about the lands, whether they win the war or seek out truce between the two beings. Everything comes down to how they all approached the situation and what comes about the many years to come in the land.

Character's Name: Fairfax

Nicknames: Fax

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Species: Kelahati

Abilities: 

As with others of his kind, Fairfax is gifted with the ability to communicate with animals, both wild and domesticated; his success at bending them to his will depends on the strength of his relationship with them, which, much to his chagrin, often means wild animals won't pay him any attention at all. In this, his sister, Eathelin, surpasses him, and as such it is a skill he rarely practices in her presence.

Instead, he takes great pride in his second form - that of a juvenile lion. Gifted with all the speed and strength of the animal, whether walking on two legs or four, he is drawn to the art of hunting, and will take on prey well outside his level of skill for the pure joy of it. Sometimes he succeeds; sometimes he does not. In the case of the latter, he has grown just as good at escaping.

Appearance:

As a human, Fairfax appears as a strong young man a handful of years out of adolescence. He had thick golden hair cut raggedly around his neck and a distinct muscular build born of years of hard labor, tanned from the sun. He is careless of his clothing, preferring a sturdy leather vest, or, when summer dictates it, to go shirtless altogether; his breeches are homespun wool like that of his sister's dress, and typically tucked into boots that lace up the calf. An unusually fine, if old, dagger is usually sheathed and belted to his side. Though his face is not precisely catlike, his eyes have the same almond shape, in addition to slitted pupils. His nails are also reminiscent of a feline's; though they do not retract, they are opaque white and come to sharp barbed points on every finger and toe (much to the woe of his boots). He has a slender tail with a puff of golden fur that is prone to giving away his moods, much to his dismay.

Unlike Eathelin, Fairfax has no reservations about shifting, and revels in his leonine form. Lithe and golden, with a youthful mane that lacks the heavy fullness of a mature male, Fairfax is nevertheless a fearsome hunter in this body, and enjoys running down his prey as a lion every bit as much as he does on the back of a horse. Like his sister, Fairfax has the blue eyes of a cloudless sky, and this remains the same whatever form he chooses to take.

Personality:

If the old adage about opposite siblings needed any weight at all, Fairfax and Eathelin could well provide it. Where she is shy and reserved, he is spontaneous, uncontained energy, leaping from one task to the other with the gusto of three men. He thrives from meeting strangers, but is quick to form judgments of them, and will eagerly join into the jeering and harassment of those he deems unworthy. He dislikes to be shown weakness in himself and will avoid tasks that might otherwise display his incompetence, though he is a source of hearty encouragement to his friends. Most of all, however, he treasures his little sister. A slight against her is an excuse for a fight, and more than a few of the young men from nearby settlements have lost a tooth making presumptions about the quiet lamb girl. 

Though it would seem that Fairfax and Eathelin have little enough in common, there is a side of him that others rarely see; a serious, patient side, remnants from a childhood cut too short. He learns slowly but will not allow himself not to learn at all, and comes to Eathelin, unabashed, when injured from his escapades. This quiet bond is unique to the pair - not hidden out of shame, but deemed too valuable for the everyday, and could, quite conceivably, be called moments of love.

History: 

Where Eathelin was too young to remember much of their parents, Fairfax has memories of them before the sickness; of their father, a tall, dark haired man with a wolfish face and quiet confidence, and their mother, a light, beautiful woman who laughed and sang like a bird. The illness that took their lives marked him much more deeply than his baby sister, and the graves where they lie are the one place in the farm's pastures he does not go, too consumed with the pain of their passing to bear witness.

Instead, he threw himself into the tasks of the farm. Too young and, to the eyes of many, too weak, he blundered time and again, falling prey to heartless merchants and wolf packs that roamed the forests near the Blodet River. But he learned. And as he learned, he watched Eathelin, unburdened by loss, grow into a happy child. Bit by bit, he reclaimed his own confidence, guiding them away from starvation into comfort and even, he dared to say, prosperity.

But as their comfort grew and the dangers of failure receded, Fairfax was... bored. Gone was the drive to save every penny; he indulged himself at the tavern, making friends and hearing stories. Of course, many were exaggerated and few knew the land better than Fairfax did... but every now and then, a stranger would come to market, and bring with them wild tales of far off lands and beautiful things. Consumed by curiosity, he avoided the farm more and more, resenting its predictability, its unending mundanity. Though he hated to disappoint Eathelin, he could not shake his wonder. No more, he would tell himself at night, would he be chained to the grave of his father.

Why couldn't Eathelin just see?

Character's Name: Eathelin

Nicknames: Lin, Linnie

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Species: Kelahati

Abilities:

While all kelahati can speak with animals, Eathelin's ability to bond with creatures is nigh unparalleled; she often wins over even the most sour wild badger, and is rarely seen without a complement of birds, rabbits, or her beloved sheep. She herself can shift at will into a young female lamb; her human form, while not completely free of bestial qualities, is passing enough that she can move easily through the human settlements near her and her brother's flock. As is the case of many of her kind, Eathelin possesses no magical talents, but has gathered an amateur knowledge of healing and potion-making. When times are lean and Eathelin cannot bear to be separated from one of her charges, she will often make a number of homemade ointments to sell instead, and as such usually carries one kind or another on her person.

Appearance:

In her human form, Eathelin appears as a comely young woman. Her skin is faintly tanned from the sun, with a smattering of freckles across a button nose and all down her forearms; her hair is soft and white, falling in tight curls down her shoulders and often covered with a headscarf of dyed wool. In the place of human ears, hers are long and furred like those of a sheep, and a thick lock of shockingly black hair sweeps down in ringlets on the left side of her face. She is almost always in a dress of homespun wool, with a bodice laced in the front and a modest apron tied overtop. Knee-high boots of worn leather and a sheep hook complete her ensemble, each item, though simple, lovingly crafted by hand.

When she shifts, which is rare due to the complex amount of clothing she needs to kick free, Eathelin takes on the appearance of a small lamb that is pure white save for a black slash across its nose. In both human and animal form, Eathelin has bright blue eyes the shade of a cloudless sky. This is one of the few features she shares with her brother, Fairfax.

Personality:

Eathelin is compassionate but shy - her ability to bond with animals so easily comes from the fact that she finds their company infinitely more pleasant than that of humans. Despite this, and her subsequent reluctance to talk before others, she cannot ignore anyone in need of help. To her brother's frustration, this means that she will often treat people even if they lack the funds, and this unquestioning kindness is one of the reasons that the nearby settlements are happy to leave her, her brother, and their homely flock alone, even aiding them when the wolf season threatens their animals.

This does not, however, mean that Eathelin is without spine. Confronted with a creature past her ability to heal, she shows little reservation about ending their lives, albeit as painlessly as possible. Understanding of their relationship with farm animals such as chickens, cows, or hogs, she is not averse to preparing them herself; but the needless killing or mistreatment of beasts raises a quiet fury in her. Auctions where she is present and the animals are shown to clearly be in poor care sometimes go mysteriously wrong, with a number of the starving or beaten creatures escaping into the woods. 

History: Eathelin was all but raised by her brother, Fairfax. With only the hazy memory of a father and mother too sick to rise from the bed, she found herself in the role of the housebody at an early age, cooking meals, washing the laundry, and caring for their few animals where she could. Fairfax was, and is, her idol; the golden-haired child, strong, protective, and five years her senior, became the one who managed the tiny farm's money, working with traders and gathering the wood and supplies that would see them through winter after winter. When their parents died, it was Fairfax who dug their graves, while Eathelin planted trees. When they nearly starved once after a wolf pack had killed all but three of their sheep, it was Fairfax who pushed them all into the little cabin, barring the door and making sure Eathelin had the last of their soup for the next three days. And when they began to prosper, their flock numbering more than ten, more than twenty, more than fifty in total, with a coop of chickens and a horse to boot, it was Fairfax who seamlessly took control, picking the lambs for market, hiring farmhands for shearing, and carefully putting the money away where raiders would never find them. Eathelin was happy with her brother. She was safe.

And then he began to grow restless.

As Eathelin grew older and neared womanhood, she noticed her brother's increasing absences. Days would pass before he rode in on their faithful draft horse, Tirib. He would spend market nights in town, leaving more of the money he made there than what he brought home. Though Eathelin would frown at his behavior and chide him softly, he only smiled disarmingly and chucked her under the chin. "Think of what more we could do!" he would exclaim, and then regal her with the latest gossip about lands far from their own. She knew he wanted to see the sea, and the mountains, and the great lake to the north; he would spend hours speculating on the treasure of dragon's scales, or the struggles of the good Angels and their counterparts, the Demons. Eathelin listened, as always, and grew disturbed. The time was coming for Fairfax to leave, with or without her. There was nothing she could do to stop it.

Roleplay Sample:

"Hush," Eathelin said, rebuking the young ram before her. He stopped shaking his horns, though his hooves continued to paw the ground in agitation. Slowly, carefully, the young woman untangled the thorny branches that had wrapped around his head, her nimble fingers separating wool from plant with the dexterity of a surgeon. When she gave a satisfied sigh and withdrew her hands from the bush, the ram snorted loudly and whipped back, kicking his heels with such fervor that he might have vanquished a snake instead of gotten himself trapped in a thicket. "Foolish thing," she murmured, smiling. "Oh." Seeing a bead of red well up on her thumb, she sucked it clean, rising to her feet and shaking off the dust from her skirts.

It was a warm summer morning. Eathelin cupped a hand above her brow and stared over the gently sloping hills, her eyes passing methodically over the round white puffs that dotted them. Gathering her hook, she went about a well-worn path through the pastures, her headscarf folded neatly about her throat so that the sunshine could warm her ears. A cardinal fluttered suddenly to her shoulder. "Good morning," she said pleasantly, pinching some seeds from her pocket and offering them to the bird. It poked its beak around her palm inquisitively before flying off. Eathelin watched it go, admiring the shock of its red feathers - so much brighter than that drop of blood had been! - before she scattered the seeds about the grass.

Yes, it was a beautiful day, as beautiful as the one before and surely as gorgeous as the next, without a hint of fall to mar the lazy warmth of the earth. Soon it would be noon. Noon was Fairfax's favorite time of the day - he reveled in the heat. She wondered if he would be back at the farm, and if Tirib was with him. Today would be a fine day to visit the river, she thought, and as she walked, her mind descended into half a dozen hypothetical conversations whereby she would lure Fairfax toward the riverbanks and perhaps an afternoon of fishing. It was unsurprising, therefore, that she did not immediately catch the disturbance over the hill.

By the time the panicked ba-aas of the flock broke her daydreams, the shadow of an enormous beast was already descending upon them. "No!" Eathelin cried, her mind shocked into blankness. She ran toward the thing, but even as she bounded over the grass, it was once more straining aloft, bloodstained balls of cotton in its claws.

"Leave them alone!" she cried. Reaching down, she grabbed a rock from the earth and hurled it with all her might toward the beastly thing. To her surprise, it struck. The creature turned its head, and Eathelin was skewered in its yellow gaze. As its shadow sped across the hill, seeking to engulf her, the lamb maiden could think only dazedly of the redness of its feathers... as red as the cardinal had been...

Name: Valeria
Gender: Woman
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Singapura Cat Kelahati
Age: 18
Appearance:

Height
4’0”
Weight
85 Lbs.
Measurements
24.38G-19.81-33.52

Like the singapura cat that she takes after, Valeria is small and petite, although not without curves or feminine features. She has a defined and toned hourglass figure, with a particularly prominent rear, thick thighs, and a full chest.

Her skin tone is a light tan shade. She has short brown hair that she wears in a bob cut that covers her left eye and frames her face. In her human form, Valeria possesses a set of cat ears at the top of her head, which match the color of her hair. In addition, her human form has a long cat tail located at the small of her back, which is also the same color as her hair.

Valeria has an round profile. Her brown eyes are quite distinctly large and doe-like. She has a small nose and full, feminine lips that are normally painted dark magenta.

Her ears are the same color as her hair, and they have sensitive, pink insides lined with white hair. They are located on the top of her head. Her tail is proportionally long and thick. The hairs on her tail start light at the base before turning dark brown at the tip.

In her singapura cat form, Valeria has a dark brown overcoat and a light brown undercoat, which is located on her chest, muzzle, and chin. The irises of her eyes are brown and her form is small, yet muscular.

Personality:

Valeria is conscientious, quiet, and submissive. With little in the way of family or friends at the temple, Valeria became introspective and paranoid. To illustrate, Valeria easily attaches to individuals who show her positive attention. As such, she can become dangerously dependent on a single individual.

Abilities:

Senses
Valeria can see well in low light conditions and total darkness.
Fighting
Valeria is a highly skilled and well-trained, although untested martial artist. She is highly proficient with a large ring blade and a set of throwing knives.
Athletics
Valeria is a dazzling and impressive athlete. Even with the natural advantages to agility, balance, flexibility, and leaping afforded to her by her singapura cat heritage, her athleticism is nigh-preternatural. Firstly, Valeria is extremely agile and quick. Her lateral movements are graceful and nigh-instantaneous. She is also able to generate a great deal of elastic strength, making her an exceptional sprinter, jumper, and lifter.
Shapeshifting
Valeria can shift into the form of a singapura cat. In this form she has a dark brown overcoat and a light brown undercoat, which is located on her chest, muzzle, and chin.

History:

Valeria was born and destined for a life in the martial arts temple. She never knew her parents or close family, having simply been left at the her temple’s foundling wheel as a baby. As soon as she was old enough, Valeria began formal martial arts training at the temple. She trained for the entirety of her childhood, strengthening her body and developing her martial arts skills under the guidance of her teachers.

At the age of eighteen, Valeria left the temple and began a quest...

<b>Thread Status:</b> Closed
<b>Players involved:</b> @Immortal Cyan , @KokoPuffs
<b>Characters involved:</b> Faexis, played by Immortal Cyan. Yukiji Wanatabe, played by KokoPuffs
<b>Setting:</b> Seliel City, First District
<b>Time:</b> Current, Night
<b>Weather:</b> Clear
Theme: Beyoncé, Dixie Chicks - Daddy Lessons

Faexis had been on the road for two nights. She had made good time, having managed to hitch a ride with a passing carriage driver, whom had taken her to Seliel City free of charge since she did not take up much room on the carriage itself and the driver's own concern over seeing a petite Gnomish woman traveling alone. The carriage arrived at Seliel City in the late afternoon. After departing from the carriage and biding the driver farewell, Faexis explored the city for a few hours, searching for an affordable tavern to stay in for the night.

Seliel City was a massive and diverse city. It was far larger than what she was used to, although the extra open-air was somewhat refreshing to her. As she walked, Faexis saw an myriad collection of individuals from a large assortment of species. She saw humans, dwarves, elves, and even a few gnomes walking through the streets, hawking wares, and socializing among each other. The little woman learned that she was in the first district of the city after speaking to a few individuals herself.

When it turned dark, Faexis decided upon staying at a building that looked like a tavern from outside. The building had a rectangular profile and was three stories tall. It was adorned with spherical lanterns outside, which glowed bright pink and blue. When she stepped inside of the building, Faexis saw a milling and diverse crowd of men and women, engaged in drinking, socializing, and other intimate activities. Many were kissing and groping each other, a sight which failed to faze the little Gnome. As long as it was an affordable establishment, she could ignore many of the intimate activities that went on behind the scenes if she chose to.

As she was by far the smallest person that she saw, Faexis took extra care to watch out for kicking and moving legs in the close quarters of the room. It was not until she arrived at the front counter when she realized that she had walked into a brothel, rather than a tavern. She paused briefly when this thought came upon her, however, she  decided to linger for a few minutes, out of carnal curiosity, if anything.

Since she could not see over the counter on her two feet, Faexis climbed onto a nearby chair and stood on top of it. The woman behind the counter had white hair and pink eyeshadow over her eyes. Two white horns sprouted from the sides of her head, which sloped upward and laterally. Although she was unsure of the woman's species, Faexis greeted the woman with a soft smile before speaking.

"Excuse me miss, Is this a tavern or a brothel?", Faexis said, speaking in a soft and melodic voice.

Name: Faexis
Age: 18
Gender: Woman
Species: Eryn Gnome
Appearance:

Height
2'2"
Weight
24 Lbs.
Measurements
13.20C-11.56-20.63

Like all of her species, Faexis is diminutive and small. In spite of her diminutive height, Faexis’s physical profile is highly feminine, ample, and thick. The most distinctive features of her form include her plump and protruding rear, thick thighs, and an overly large bosom.

Faexis has dark brown skin with warm, golden undertones. She normally wears her cyan hair in a vertical and tall ponytail. Her hair frames a heart-shaped facial shape, with wide cheekbones, an angular jawline, and a pointy, but not overly prominent chin. Her green eyes are very wide set and doe-like, framing a delicate nose and distinctively plump lips.

Faexis has long, elf like ears. Her eyebrows are semicircular (11) shaped and are of a darker cyan shade than her hair.

Personality:

Faexis has a fiercely loyal and vacuous personality. Although disciplined, she rarely thinks things through and often takes orders literally. Faexis is motivated by her desire to please her superiors through any means necessary. She has little in the way of goals (as of yet), although she craves praise material and rewards. As a hard-working young woman, she has a habit of overworking herself to the point of exhaustion, to the detriment of her health. She is also somewhat doting and touchy-feely, often to a disturbing and highly sexual extent.

Faexis is patient and cool-tempered, although prone to anger when she feels deprived of material rewards or acclaim.

Abilities: 

Athletics
Faexis is a natural and well-trained athlete. She is incredibly fleet of foot, agile, and graceful. However, she is also a strong and high leaper, with the ability to leap to heights over six times her size.
Magic
Faexis is proficient in telekinesis. However, she can not manipulate the movements of external objects that weigh more than she could carry herself.

History: 

Faexis has no memory of her past. She was brainwashed in a freak accident by an untrained mage, and as a result ran from her family and friends, quickly finding herself homeless and lonely. Although Faexis retained her practical knowledge and language skills, she has no memory of her past life, family, or friends, to the point where she does not realize that she was brainwashed.

Roleplay Sample:

Faexis woke up with a violent shudder, her body convulsing and shaking with nervous energy. She took a few cursory glances around at her surroundings, which were pitch black and cloaked under darkness. As she sat up on her bed, the Gnomish woman pondered how she had arrived at the bed in the first place. It was then that the few memories that she had came rushing back into thought.

Only a few hours before, she had been surrounded by individuals who had called her family. She had been referred to as "Faexis" and was fed dinner after the episode. Her "family" had been talking to her quite frantically the entire time, repeating their names and her own name. She had learned the names of most of them, but many had escaped her. However, the ugliness began when she realized that she was already supposed to know the names of everyone there.

There had been a massive verbal altercation, targeted at one particular member of the "family". In the meantime, Faexis had been sent to bed. A woman called "Venroe" had sung to her before she fell asleep, saying that the song had been her favorite when Faexis was a little girl. In truth, Faexis did find the song to be comforting and lulling. However, it did little to alleviate her discomfort at being surrounded by faces who claimed to be her family, of whom she had no recollection of.

Thinking these events over and more, Faexis stepped out of bed and walked slowly out of the bedroom. Clad in little more than a shift dress, she entered the room where the argument had taken place. It was empty now, with everyone having gone to bed, evidently tired from the events that occurred. She explored the house for a few minutes, entering the kitchen, commons areas, and closets. After exploring, she returned to the room where she had woken up before.

After fumbling in the dark for a few moments, Faexis lit the candle on her bedside, granting her a small measure of visibility. It was just enough for her to enter her own closet and to see a collection of clean clothes, a backpack, a few towels, and some cash. These were the possessions that Venroe had said belonged to Faexis, and no one else.

If they were hers, could she take them?

It was not a difficult question to resolve. Setting the candle down, Faexis took the backpack out of the closet, opened it, and began to stuff it with clothes, random possessions, and cash. She changed out of her shift dress and into a hooded black tunic with leggings underneath. After strapping on a pair of black boots, Faexis sealed and tied the backpack before securing it to her back. Faexis did not close the door behind her as she left her room, not wanting to disturb anyone's slumber. When she entered the kitchen, another question came to mind.

Was the food in the kitchen hers?

The "family" had fed her, free of charge the night before. She could not recall if they had done so before that. However, she had been allowed to eat as much as she had wanted during dinner, including second portions, dessert, and drink. The Gnome rationalized that she could take some food for herself as well. However, she took care not to take too much from the cabinets. She took just enough for a few nights on the road, and little more than that.

Once she left the kitchen, Faexis walked quietly around the large, maze-like house, searching for an exit of some kind. After searching for a few minutes, she found an exit. However, it took her a few more minutes to undo the complex locking mechanism on the door.

As she opened the door, her eyes were beset with an gray, early dawn sky. The sun was not out yet. However, there was a faint hint of orange in the distance, indicating that it's rise was imminent. Faexis stepped outside, closing the door behind her and staring out at the streets of the maze-like city. The streets were nearly deserted, with very few people active at this hour of the morning.

She did not know what awaited her outside of the house or the city itself. However, the reverse was true as well. Who were those people who had called her "Faexis", "daughter", "family", or "sister"? If anything, they were foreign faces, with the only similarity being in species and ethnicity. She had no compunctions about leaving. If anything, the house had felt more like a prison to her, in the few hours she could remember staying there. It was an easy decision, and one she was certain that she would not regret.

With fast and uncertain steps, Faexis walked away from the house and into the streets. She did not turn back.