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Character's Name: Asy

Nicknames: N/A

Age: 53

Gender: Female

Species: Binturong Kelahati

Abilities: Herbalist- Asy has a way with plants, creating healing potions and pulses from plants she grows or finds. She enjoys making things grow. She's also weirdly adept at climbing trees.

Appearance: Asy is quite striking to pass, with fairly visible Kelahati traits. Her eyes are bright gold and her skin very pale, contrasting with her dark black hair. She wears it long and straight, perhaps with parts tied up in braids. The top half of her hair is a light purpley-grey. Her forearms are edged with silvery fur down to her wrists, as are her lower legs. She has a tail about the same length as her torso, dark black and prehensile. 
Asy is 5'7 in her human form, and prefers to wear pale, form-fitting clothes. 


A binturong, or bearcat, is part of the civet family. Asy is a length of around 2ft, and is about the same size as a collie dog. They typically have blue-black fur tipped with silver, golden-brown eyes and long white whiskers. They are excellent climbers and like to sleep draped over branches. They are omnivores, but the greater proportion of their diet is fruit, as well as some protein from caught prey, and live in rainforests. They smell like buttered popcorn.



Personality: 
Composed | Devious | Graceful | Patient | Proud

Asy is coldly devoted to bettering herself and securing herself a good position in the world. She takes great pride in her appearance and her work, presenting herself in a certain way that is crisp and controlled. She has a long-term goal for herself, although is reluctant to share her own ideas and motivations. She is adept at redirecting a conversation to the partner, making sure to squirrel away information that she could use at a later point in time. 
She is fiercely protective of her herbal remedies and the recipes for her works.

<b>Thread Status:</b> Open
<b>Players involved:</b> Lielixthe
<b>Characters involved:</b> Ivankelle
<b>Setting:</b> West Sleibte, Madefactus Lake
<b>Time:</b> Two hours before nightfall
<b>Weather:</b> Lightly snowing

- BOOM - 

The explosion was nothing like her usual fireworks. Those were more bark than bite, meant to bedazzle and entertain. This one, this one was meant to hurt. Ivankelle's entire arm was tingling; she wasn't used to firing off blasts at such close range. It had been something close to reflex; sheer instinct as she reacted to the threat of being plunged into ice-cold water. Cold and deep enough to drown in. Pushing through the aftershocks of the blast, she stumbled forward to the fallen figure on the ground. 

He was in far worse shape than her, handsome face scratched with dirt and clothes singed in places. The teen had been unable to put up much of a fight as she pulled them further away from the bank of Madefactus, though an attempt was made to get away as she clinically divested him of any belongings apart from the clothes on his back. Said attempt earned him only a quintet of fiery rings encircling him, tightening in threat whenever he so much as breathed too deeply. 

"What? Only this much? Che..." Ivankelle gave the items an disparaging kick, sending up a flurry of snow that settled starkly against the hems of her clothes. She sighed, muttering to herself."At least that means there weren't any other victims...hopefully." The softness in her voice was gone when she addressed her then-assailant-now-prisoner, going on a guess and hoping to intimate the blonde-haired teen into telling the truth.

"Tell me! Where are the others!"

Thread status: Closed
Players involved: Sparx, Kila
Characters involved: Heather, Rah-juh 
Setting: The docks of Roryd Lake
Time: Current
Weather: Cloudy with some sprinkling

This was not the kind of rut she had expected to fall into when she left her small home lake in search of something new. Heather had made for the sea with little experience with both humans and other mermaids, completely naïve to the nature of the rest of the world. Unfortunately, that's meant that while she knew that men were easily persuaded by a pretty girl who batted her eyes at them, she did not know that merpeople should be extra cautious around fishermen, and most people in the general world overall.

This lack of worldly knowledge was what had gotten her caught in a net mid-conversation and then bagged and dragged off in a cart. Before she knew it, Heather was being thrown in a far-too-small and poorly filtered display tank in the middle of a market on a dock she knew wasn't close to home. With so little space, she could hardly move around, let alone build up enough momentum to throw herself out of this humiliating glass prison.

The mermaid's captor was a smug looking human fisherman, a man whom had seemed helpful and concerned when Heather had first approached him for help in her travels but now seemed slimy and twisted. Though muffled through the glass, Heather could hear him throwing pitches at every passerby, trying to earn a pretty penny off either her flesh or her "services" or both, depending on the look of the potential buyer.

Oh, if only she could reach him somehow, she would make him regret everything!

But as things were, Heather was horribly cramped and her body aching. The water, unsuited to her or any marine creature for living, was making it difficult for her to breathe. Ramming against the glass in a desperately attempt to free herself was only exhausting her. And even if she did get out, then what? There were too many land-dwellers that would probably snatch her up again, and if she got past them, she would have to swim through the ocean waters in her weakened state, which would probably Ben impossible for a freshwater creature like her.

With a cry of frustration, she banged her fists against the glass one last time. What was she going to do?

Character's Name: Naren

Nicknames:N/A

Age: 85

Gender: Male

Species: Visek Elf

Abilities: Naren is a bard. He also has arcane magical talents, which he generally applies to creating illusions. He is particularly skilled at manipulating noise, concealing or creating noise. He can apply his magic to music, enhancing his skills and turning a dull melody into one that can captivate and bewitch. Instruments he may not have the raw skill to play, suddenly become tuneful in his hands, with a little magical touch.

Appearance:

Naren tends to wear wide, flowing trousers and always carries a large bag with him, stuffed full of musical instruments of all types. He is seen most often with a rebec and a pipe chanter. He is tall, with pointed ears and short-cut hair, especially at the sides. 

Personality:
Self-indulgent | Arrogant | Mellow | Lyrical | Disciplined | Debonair

From a young age, Naren has been dedicated to his music, and it has shaped his personality. He is incredibly disciplined when it comes to practicing his instruments, becoming completely engrossed in tuning and tweaking this or that, and running over bars for hours at a time. As such, he is confident in his abilities and happy to show them off; Naren has been known to wildly overstate his abilities and boast constantly. His outlook on life is positive, consistent in his belief that the best will come his way, as due to such talent and skill as his. If he wants something, he will have it; why should he, a delight, be denied anything the world cared to offer? As such, he can be rather demanding at times, although outside of his needs, he is a relaxed and easygoing fellow who exudes a certain charm whereever he goes.

Character's Name:

Akeme 

Nicknames: 

n/a

Age:

51

Gender:

Female

Species:

Kelahati-Deer

Abilities:

Shape Shifting: Like any Kelahati, Akeme has the natural ability to be able to shift between a bipedal(human) form and one of a small deer.

Wild Magic: A gift that many Kelahati probably have, she is able to communicate with the wildlife around her; though she has more of an affinity with deer than any other species in the world. Along with this reading the land is quite something she is well versed in as well. Knowing where to grow the best and most valuable crops depending on the soil and the like. She even grows food for herself as well, as most of her diet consists of plants; like fruits and vegetables. 

Personality:

Akeme has a very calm and collected type of personality, the kind of woman someone could sit with and talk with for hours. Her demeanor is soft, gentle, caring; hands that portray such an innocent trust when they touch another being. Her voice is soft, always ready to speak kindly and nicely towards others; even if they themselves are not so. She doesn't believe being rude to others who are so is the right thing to do, but to treat them as kindly as she herself would enjoy being treated. Someone could be yelling at her and she'd still have the most kindness smile upon her face. No one needs to be treated horribly, even if they are the ones being rude themselves.

The young woman is very modest in her ways, always making sure to be covered up as to not show much skin; which is surly a personal preference to herself. She is very nervous about others seeing her naked, and believes it is something left for the love of her life; whoever that may end up being. 

History: 

Akeme was abandoned by her parents when she was just a small infant, leaving the child on the doorsteps of a shrine. It could have been assumed they could not care for their own child, or maybe even they were the product of an affair; and their parent ashamed of what that had come from such a thing. The cartaker of the shrine had heard the small cries from the infant and went to go investigate, only to find the small child bundled up upon the very steps. Though confused, he had taken the baby in and from then on raised her. She had grown up knowing the kindness and loving side of the human race, rather than the hatred many of them had for other beings that were not human. Even for the ones that had human forms.

Her adoptive father was the kindness man she'd ever had the pleasure of being around, teaching her the ways of the world and everything she needed to know. He was a much older man when she was taken in by him, though that did not keep him from doing well by the small child. Akeme was taught to enjoy the world around here, for the good or bad. To take it with a grain of salt here and there but to never hold any ill-will towards other; especially based upon their species. Some act the way they are just based upon such a thing, some being neural, some being evil, and many being good. 

As the years passed by and she eventually became a young adult by Kelahati standards, her elderly father started to show signs of sickness. There wasn't really much she could do for him and eventually, months later, he succumbed to what had taken over his health an died. After a while of mourning, she packed up her things and left the area to go out on he own, making a little living for herself in a small house. She grows herbs and things to sell, though not from her home. Akeme enjoys the peace of nature, so she usually travels to local villages or cities to sell her things. 

<b>Thread Status:</b> Closed
<b>Players involved:</b> Hera, Kila
<b>Characters involved:</b> Aolani, Wrath
<b>Setting:</b> Life lands, nestled in a small garden
<b>Time:</b> Early evening
<b>Weather:</b> Partly cloudy, cool and pleasant

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The evening sky was beginning to turn shades of pinks and purples as the sun, a vivid orange, began to dip towards the horizon. There was a pleasant breeze blowing through the garden, pushing the clouds overhead across the sky, occasionally gusting. It was a quiet, peaceful place. Exotic flowers and trees lined the shore of the pond, with water as blue as the sky during the day. Four bridges connected the shores to the island within, perfectly centered with a blooming magnolia tree. The trees and bushes rustled, petals were blown off flowers, falling into the water while others landed in the hair of the angel sitting on an island in the middle.

She sat with her legs crossed, her hands folded in her lap as the breeze whipped her long pigtails around. Her eyes were closed in meditation, her face serene.

Times had been stressful recently. The two oracle deaths rattled the people. Between tending to Haliea's temple and the angels that came en mass, and dealing with the aftermath of the demon lords' meeting at the temple of Vaerath--where their oracle had reappeared--it had been a very, very busy past few weeks. Her nightly meditation became all the more important. It was a time where she could reflect and seek guidance from the gods. And in times like these, she needed all the prayers she could offer--though Vaerath had seemed displeased by this. Not to mention the fact that she'd failed to heed the god's calling for the oracle, no thanks to her misunderstanding with Feather.

Aolani chewed her lip as she thought, growing more concerned. Breathe, she reminded herself. Breathe.

She exhaled, and tensed muscles relaxed.

Peace and quiet. Just what she needed.

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