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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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Character’s Name: Wrath
Nicknames: His name is a nickname, but no one knows his true name.
Gender: Male
Age: Centuries have past, and here he still remains(Immortal)
Species: Tarsian (Ka’lari)

Appearance:



Wrath stands at around 7’3 from the top of his head. His skin is overall tan with a reddish, yellow complexion as an undertone. His hair is a mahogany red that is cut into thick, long layers. The longest pieces reach past his butt and stop around his upper thigh. He prefers to wear it down with a blackish red headband to pull his hair out of his face. When he’s in the middle of a hunt, he prefers to tie it back in a loose, lower ponytail. Wrath sports a series of black tattoos that are similar to tiger strips on the left side of his body. They start around his neck area and continue down his side. Under his left eye, there is a hallowed stripe tattoo as well. The sclera of his eyes are black while his irises are a deep red. It is said that when he is enraged or about to partake in a hunt, his irises turn bright red. He has a small beard, no more than a few centimeters, that lines the edges of his jaw that is the same color as his hair.

His clothes tend to be tight and fitted on the top while baggy for his pants. It helps so he is not limited in movement when it comes to fighting and hunting. His preferred outfit is a black, collared piece that is like half of a top. It goes around his arms, but stops just above his pecks. There are two white bands that each go on one side of his body, respectively. On the front, there are top button-like clasps that each have a chain to ‘tie’ the two pieces together. On each of his arms, are two long black sleeves; each with a bandana-like wrap at the top that is similar in color to his headband. Around his wrists, are a silver bangle each. His pants are an off white that are rather baggy. On the top is a black wrapping, similar to the collar-like shirt with a button and chain on the front as well. The pants have a circular, grey design that wraps behind him. At the bottom, the pants are cuffed with a few silver candles around his ankles, followed by a black foot sleeve that shapes into a triangle around his section toe. Most of the time, he prefers to be barefoot. Around his waist is another wrap that is similar to his other ones that loops around his body twice; one in one direction and the other in the opposite to create a small v-shape on the front. The ends are loose on the sides and move with his body. 

Personality:
There is a reason he is called Wrath. Throughout the years, his name had been replaced with the nickname everyone soon came to know him for the embodiment of the dead sin of wrath. His temper is uncontrollable and his vengeance knows no bounds. Little is known as to why this has caused such anguish in his personality, but most of the time he prefers to stay in this state of mind. Typically, he is quiet as he knows that others have preserved him as such to grant him this name. Oftentimes, the thrill of the kill is enough to drive him to keep on hunting. However, true to the torsion nature he knows when enough is enough. He only goes for those that disrupt the balance though if the kill is not enough, he will continue on to regular animals until his thirst is quenched.

Some have classified him as the “strong, silent” type. He prefers to not communicate with others if he doesn’t have to. Sometimes, just giving small scuffs or growls is enough to get his message across. Other times, it’s in the smallest of his facial movements. Due to his rather large stature, most tend to stay away; which is perfectly fine by him.

Abilities:
True to tarsians, he sports the same abilities as those in his clan. The Ka’lari are somewhat resistant to magic, like he is. Similarly, he is able to absorb magic itself, allowing him to turn it back against the original castor and amplify its original power. To add to the mix, he is able to mimic the appearance of his prey to look, sound, and act exactly like them for a short amount of time. This translates even after his kill to allow for the tarsian to hunt quicker before disappearing once more.