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<b>Thread Status:</b>closed
<b>Players involved:</b> KokoPuffs and tortricidae
<b>Characters involved:</b> Aziza and Killian
<b>Setting:</b> Malseka City
<b>Time:</b> Current, Early morning.
<b>Weather:</b> Clear skyes with a speckling of clouds in the distance





The day started off early, though for her it always did; she enjoyed the time when the sun was still breaking up from the horizon and filling the land below with it's warming light. The breeze was calm and cool though, different from the warmth or even heat of the rest of the day. It made things seem quite peaceful around the city. Other moved about with their morning routines, whether that be shopping, working, or even just enjoying the early morning light; each had their own reasonings to being up at this hour. Aziza, who had made her way to her favorite place, always found went early to the cities library; it was her favorite place to go as she loved to read. Anything from scrolls of magic and books that told marvelous stories, the Sphinx enjoyed them more than anything in the world. Sometimes more than the company of others, not that she was opposed to being around people, but meeting others had always been quite hard for her.

This was the reason why the woman had found the perfect place in the library, where she could sit and read to her own devices. People would pass by here and there, but no one seemed to notice her sitting there; which for her was quite alright, that meant she would be less disturbed as she enjoyed herself that morning. Aziza curled up her legs close to her body, a book laid gently in her lap as her eyes scanned back and forth; reading over the words inside. "ooooooh~" she said softly to herself, voice gentle with the enjoyment she had, "I do suppose that's one way to go about it."  The female Sphinx bit down upon her thumb delightfully, very enthralled in what she was reading at the moment. It certainly would not take much to frighten the woman, that was something that was for certain.

Character's Name: Cyan Fang

Nicknames: Celestial's Might, Wisdoms wish, Pure Entity

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Species:(Royal Enkratis Wolf)

Abilities: Clone Magic: Cyan is able to duplicate himself at will forming many multiples of himself as he pleases however the more he clones himself the more magical energy he uses up which is why he normally uses about 5-10 clones in combat. The clones are in fact physical however they can be taken out fairly easily by a consistency of frontal assaults or a simple blast from any arsenal of magic.

Posionous Gas: From his mouth he is able to emitt a large puff of purple gas that is a toxic poison, if made contact it us able to numb any part of a creatures body with ease however if you inhale or get some in your eyes it could cause damage such as sickness, partial blindness in the eyes or even death with enough gas along with no healing treatment

Requip Magic: As he is skilled in the arts of many sources of weaponry using this skill he is able to change his body into many forms of armour and weapons freely to his heart's content. Some of the armour in his magic void in which he summons this is very powerful which is why he must use the armour and weapons he chooses wisely. What's special about this magic is each armour has a signature elemental move that is capable of being used once transformed into it. The down fall is that he is only able to use this ability once he is transformed into his two legged form.

Aura Magic: Cyan can manifest a glow from his body allowing a sky blue aura to flow around his fur like a coat to shield him from attacks, using his aura he can manipulate it to shape it into many things, objects, weapons, you name. This aura is powered by the magical essence of Cyan's body.

Transformation: Cyan is able to transform into a more humanoid form of himself.

As a Royal he is given a familiar at birth, his familiar is a a blue bird that is rather similar to a peacock however she is able to fly. 



Original form


Transformation Form

Personality:  Cyan is a very protective alpha, being a leader is no picnic however he takes pride in protecting his pack as he sees all of his people as his children, he is the type to do anything for them, even sacrifice himself for them as well. He is very friendly a father to those of his species, even if you weren't a wolf he would treat you with respect as he would want respect as well from those he meets. Usually he has a calm nature in which it corresponds with those of the pack as it helps them feel reassured that everything will be alright, he speaks soft and settled however if a threat emerges his voice becomes freighting and bold.

Cyan is also extremely sociable if you every need a dialouge with a wolf that is, he's your guy, gifted in fond abilties due to him being part kitsune he uses his profound skills for justice and protection. He sees the world as a place of pure love and paradise, being quite old in the middle ages of a wolf like he has gain some wisdom in his lifespan however he still has a long way to go till he dies. 

History: As a small pup Cyan was always was defending those who needed help as he felt once at birth that those of defenseless ways needed to be protected by creatures of heroic intentions. Of course he was a force to be reckoned with as a pup as he always got into trouble for those who are in danger, he recklessly would put his life on the line as he grew up for those he didn't even knew. As his father was half kitsune and half wolf his mother was all wolf in which he inherited the capabilities of a kitsune however some weren't  as powerful as your average kitsunes were.

After his father passed away at the age of 200 years old Cyan was only a teenager however rules were rules and as being next in line for the Alpha pack leader he took this moment with pride and honor in his father's memory, protecting the pack at all cost. In his couple years of being a alpha he met a young fond lady named Cynthia, he grew love for her over time as they met in which then as a few months went by they sealed the deal in marriage. 

After his wife's pregnancy she sadly died while giving birth to a beautiful young girl, her fur was a mixture of blue and white with a few hints of dark around the paw area, she had symbols on her forhead similar to her father's as well. Even after her death he knew that it was his duty to continue on, not only as a father but as the guardian if his people.

 

Character's Name: Surley Whittaker

Nicknames: Su

Age: 130

Gender: Male

Species: Human (1/4 Kitsune)

Abilities: Nothing he can control.

Appearance: He’s frightfully fair skinned, though apricot would also be a good descriptor. He looks strong, with a wide chest and thick arms. He looks like the kind of man who would be able to carry heavy loads without complaint, and he maintains this physique by doing just that.

His waist is tapered and ends with strong legs. Some consider him a masterpiece sculpted by the gods, but really he just has a healthy diet and a rigorous workout routine that he honors every single morning.

His face is chiseled, with a strong brow and chin. He has smokey blue eyes that reek of intelligence and subtle malice, with dropping lids and lips that seem to look as though he is in a permanent state of brooding. A look that morphs into a beautiful smile with straight rows of pearly white teeth. His canines are only marginally longer than the average human’s. His hair is short, well-combed, and blonde.

He has a straight nose that looks like it’s been broken exactly once and set back properly, but some damage can’t be reversed. He wears glasses for reading and dresses conservatively to the dismay of many who live and work around him.

The only thing that seems out of place is the earring that he wears, which is a subtle pink orb inlaid in black metal from the mage’s college so it will never be removed from his ear. The Whittaker family heirloom he calls it.


Personality: Surley is, for all intents and purposes, far too charming and charismatic for such a bigoted fool. He can charm the pants off just about anyone, and relishes that he is as charming as he is. Tier A liar, and a creative force that should have been spending his days penning novels instead of the rhetoric and propaganda he whips into existence on the daily. He tells the truth in a blunt sort of noncommittal way that makes people fall head over heels for him.

He loves to laugh, but his humor is proven to be drier than unbuttered toast. He finds the hard truth to be innately more hilarious than anything else, and will find others who can make him laugh immensely more enjoyable to be around.

He’s a visionary and has this way of speaking that captures attention and makes the heart soar. He’s a dangerous man to run for public offices, but thankfully, he has no interest in being in a position of legislative power. Gods help the poor fools who have to go up against him should that ever change.


History: Surley was born and raised in Estosa, where his father, Warren, was part of the military. His father was a full and honest to gods human and defended the city as necessary from any incoming threats, from the smallest invasion to botched assassination attempts. He was particularly good at catching and skinning kitsune when racial skirmishes would break out.

Surley’s mother, Samba, was a half-kitsune, half human woman who denounced her kitsune half the moment she fell begrudgingly in love with Warren. She was from a powerful warrior family from far beyond the Estosa walls, but she loved and seduced Warren while he was in the whore houses during a particularly rowdy celebration of victory.

Surley came along and the three of them lived in the innermost parts of the city, closer to the fortress. Samba loved to read and write, and she imbued her love into Surley, who had a charming way with words. Of course, she knew this was because her son was quarter-kitsune. Surley lacked the ability to change form, had no animalistic qualities, and could not do magic.

He, however, had been born with a starball, and Samba kept this hidden from Warren, who hated that kitsunes were moving into the neighborhood and were wild and uncontrollable, seducing the neighbors and having too many run ins with feral animals. He’d fought far too many.

Warren was a militant man, loved authority and order and tradition. He imbued that into Surley through diligent home-education and governing almost every aspect of Surley’s life right down to the people he was allowed to hang out with as a teenager.

Warren, however strict, was a loving father and only ever wanted his son to succeed in life, so when Surley showed interest in moving to Yfrelo to become an author, he footed the bill and praised his son for having an ultimate goal.

Surley moved to Yfrelo as soon as he was considered an adult. He lived in a little room attached to a paper mill and wrote stories about the world’s events. The longer he did so, the more he gained a following. It was a long battle, but soon, his readers would respond to his calls to action, sending in what they considered important to share with others.

Surley is incredibly bigoted. He will sing his praises to the mage’s college and the superiority of magic for the common man even though it also promotes racism and is solidly against inter-racial unions. His rhetoric is well known within Yfrelo, catering almost exclusively to those who do not take kindly to the competition’s papers and performances.

It’s almost scary how well he can communicate his thoughts and has on many occasions encouraged violence and actions that normally wouldn’t have been well received. The college, though not publicly endorsing Surely, is always willing to fill the man in on inner goings on that can skew the public into liking them more.

<b>Thread Status:</b> Closed
<b>Players involved:</b> None
<b>Characters involved:</b> Var, Enkratis wolves
<b>Setting:</b> The Enkratis packlands, near the den and the Saihithe Marsh
<b>Time:</b> Early morning as the pack rises, no one has gotten much sleep. The month is Ganthor and the day is the 45th out of 50.
<b>Weather:</b> Clear skies in the wee morning hours, with more clouds rolling in as the day progresses. It's cool and pleasant, with low humidity.

Character’s Name: Belle
Age: 61 years old
Gender: Female
Species: Kelahati (goat)

Appearance:
Belle is simple in appearance compared to others in the realm and compared to other kelahati, she is on the more feral spectrum of the species. Her body is covered in a creamy white fur with cloven hooves instead of feet. On the top of her left hip on the front, she has a small patch of brown. She has hands like a human, though instead of fingernails, she has small hoof-like ends that when pressed together, appear like a single hoof. She has creamy yellow-like horns that curve out of her head and down towards the sides of her cheeks, similar to horns found on a ram. The only difference is that her horns are considered smooth.

Her ears are big, but not floppy like some goats. She tends to use them to help express her emotions. They’re located on the inside of her horns as her horns hug around them. Her eyes are different from most where her left eye is a bright, canary-like yellow with amber flecks throughout it while her right eye is similar to that of the inside of a lime. Below her yellow eye, she has a small black fleck that she sees as a freckle. Her tail tends to stand up straight and is rather fluffy like a deer’s tail.

Personality:
Belle is seen as a quiet, goodhearted individual. She is not one to look for trouble and often will tend to herself to stay amused. She prefers to enjoying the natural beauty of the world that is provided rather than living near the cities or other kingdoms that have taken over. Belle isn’t one to engage in fights, but rather prefers to be the mediator if possible. Usually, she will let others go at it while she stays clear of that kind of trouble. When she gets a chance, Belle tends to the young and old in the area.

Abilities:
She shares the same abilities as most kelahati have with her affinity for wild magic. She is able to communicate with animals and calm down beasts. On occasion, she can command them as well though she refuses to use this kind of power unless it is in the best interest of the creature. She is best in tune with the land, deriving from her wild magic abilities. Like all kelahati, she can turn into a feral form that has the same appearance as her bipedal form.