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Character's Name: Ealamnhym Sunvale
Age: 63
Gender: Female
Species: Tarsian Iyanai

Abilities:
As a Tarsian, she possesses all the standard powers wielded by one of her clan: the ability to cancel or reverse magic, limited magical resistance, and a near immunity to illusions. While she demonstrates a few other minor skills with magic, they come from magic items she keeps on her person, rather than her own powers.

Her spear has the ability to recall to her so long as there is room for it to fly, though she pretends her magic resistance comes from her spear. The spear also has the ability to fire blasts of basic magic. The crystal ball in the clasp on her shirt has the power to grant limited invisibility, though the faster she moves, the easier she is to see.

Additionally, she is quite physically strong, and has a acrobat's dexterity, giving her a bit of ability at preforming unusual stunts.

Appearance:
At first glance, Eala appears to be an elf with deeply tanned skin, black hair, and blue tattoos on her face. She wears form fitting clothing, of the type favored by acrobats and other performers where flexibility is required, and has her hair braided into one large braid typically tucked over one shoulder. Those eying her more closely, however, will notice the golden tattoos carefully concealed under her clothes, as well as a small crystal ball hidden on a clasp for her shirt, hinting that she may be a kitsune.

Personality:
Normally, she's a friendly and mischievous sort, who loves nothing more than putting on shows, drinking with friends, and swiping trinkets from the arrogant. She is friendly to animals but also happy to bury her nose in a good book.

However, in combat her personality seems to completely change. She stops being carefree, instead becoming a serious and rampaging beastm crushing everything in her way with strength and brutal cunning.


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Another raffle! Oh my!

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Note: art must be for a character in antarsia. 

Now how to get tickets.

1) Post three times in roleplay for 1 ticket this is for 1x1 threads. For any thread with more than two roleplayers its for every 2 posts.
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Well, this is a quarterly raffle so it's a bit different. Since there are so many prizes you bid on which prize you want for a chance to win. You can win up to two prizes so bid responsibly. I will randomly offer new prizes to use some tickets for during this raffle to bring numbers down! These prizes will not count to the final two prize limit!

Prizes can increase over time so bidding for final prizes will not happen till this is over!

End date: At the end of June!

Thread Status: closed
Players involved: commanderhorvat, Achera
Characters involved: Nebula, Lyanna Spiritfell
Setting: West Sleibte, Gathors maw/Naminoishi Mountain range, Wyvern Royal Castle
Time: Mid-afternoon
Weather: Grey and cloudy.

Her royal Majesty, Nebula lay in her roost. It was originally a natural cave with a stunning view that was lost on her but she had been told it could take ones breath away. The vast cavern itself was without any visually appreciable decor. Statues, paintings and things of that ilk severed no purpose to its resident. Instead sets of chimes and pipes set at the mouth of the cave played a constant shifting melody carried by the wind and small gardens with a carefully curated aromas were strewn about the space. In The center of the room, where she currently lay curled in her dragon form, was dug into a amphitheatre-like debate hall, steps suitable for creatures of her size lining the curved sides and a central floor of sand. 
As always, her hall was open for any who wished to speak to her and debate existence or any philosophical pursuit, tho like usual, no one had arrived for a while. She passed the time debating with herself and observing the shifts and flows of the Vitka around her. She liked to keep several elemental stone of each variety on hand, making use of her telekinesis to move them to change the flow of Vitka in order to create art pieces only she and a select few could ever percieve.

There are 32 tavern doors, they all look alike. The doors are drawn to the most hidden and lest frequented parts of the world - the ocean as that would flood the tavern
12 of them are guaranteed to be in cities. 
If the location of the door becomes to well traveled, the door will move.

Owners of Doors
Nebula

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♢<i>'There's next to nothing about him in any information network; none of our informants have gotten close enough to gain anything useful. We don't even have his real name; just that ridiculous moniker that everyone knows him by. Fucking peacock. Not even afraid to blatantly announce he's screwing with us all. What we know is this, he's a hybrid of a conquest demon and elf, old, and powerful. You can tell by those chains; they aren't for show. Born here somewhere in Xira; there's no evidence of any immigration from Katakarthia, probably the product of some wench who couldn't be bothered to care for her brat; he certainly doesn't seem to have anything he truly loves; just himself. To the city, hes the ecentric ringmaster of Mystique's Carnival; yeah that one. From the poor to the royals themselves; they all get a kick out of the exotic and unusual. What they don't know is its just a front to one of the biggest criminal underworld operations in Antarsia. And this fucking joke is one of their head hanchos.'</i>
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♢ appearance
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He is a flamboyant creature, bound in the sins of gluttony and pride. Elven in body, the demonic blood that flows through his veins corrupted what he may have been, conquering, as was its nature. Lean and sinuous, there is a certain beauty to his movements, yet, careless in a way that spoke of a man who was wholey in control. He stands taller than most, never slouching, his head tossed back in fiendish abandon, exposing his throat, barbed smile and hungry eyes watching for those who dared draw close. Enthralling to man and monster alike, he is the sort who wears his charisma as sword and shield, learning the game perhaps not out of expectation, but that of necessity. 
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♢ personality
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Selfish - Cruel - Spontaneous - Charismatic - Self-Loathing - Obsessive 
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♢ Abilities
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Persuasion: Tethered, binding, it was a trait that bestowed upon him the right of conquest. Born of the demonic lineage that tainted his origins, Joker has an impressive ability to influence others, chaining them to his will and fate.
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Illusions: A masterful artisan, smoke and mirrors, the carnival is a place of tricks and half truths. To cater to the illegal, all the while entertaining the general public, is a result of years of endless training in manipulating the senses, the to the point where what he paints becomes reality, at least, to those experiencing it.
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Dream scape: A greater illusion, one that binds others to a waking dream. To the creatures of the land, Mystiques is a place novel and exotic, shows and fine trinkets to be sampled from around the world; to those of lesser mind; well, it is not a mere rumor that there are some who have been caught in the thrall for <i>years.</i>
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Blood magic: Forbidden, taboo, and yet, an actively practiced avenue. For a man who is beyond caring, he is oh so familiar with the taste of iron upon his tongue, and uses the one thing that is always in abundance amongst patrons and enemies alike. 
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Strength: Wiry, he does not appear a strong man, and yet, he like most of his demon kin, are far more powerful then he appears, capable of shattering stone and bending steel with ease.
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Invulnerability: Immortal, he finds his strength in his sin, in conquest. While he fights no great battles like his kin in the eternal war, his is a more subtle approach to gaining their infamous longevity. Wounds as swift to heal, almost as fast as they are laid. His end, lies in defeat.
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Thread Status: Open
Players involved: Horvat, AcetheWolf
Characters involved: Drustan Waldhar, Nebula, Tatarus
Setting: Seliel City, Xira
Time: Sunset
Weather: Light drizzle.

In the oldest, hidden parts of the city one can find an old turquoise and jade door engraved with tableaus of long forgotten figures of yore. Behind these door lies a tavern older than the shrines. On this evening, like many, a figure stands behind the bar of this humble establishment, playing Hnefatafl by himself as he awaits a customer.

He moves a small jade figure so is flanks a tall turquoise figure with a golden crown. "Damn, the defender won." He mutters as he rests the board to play again. The light of the fire place seeming to cast many shadows, but not his.

Character's Name: Nebula

Nicknames: the Night Sky

Age:4,469

Gender: Female

Species: Wyvern

Abilities:
Frost breath: Nebula has slightly above average strength.

Blindness: Nebula was born blind.

Vitka Seeing: Nebula is extraordinarily skilled at seeing and sensing vitka in all forms. This allows her to function, although can lead to discrepancies regarding somethings appearance.

Telekinesis: While not greatly powerful, Nebula's telekinesis can create a force up to 5 times her natural strength. 

Feral Magic Mastery: Nebula has mastered feral magic, allowing her to command food to come to her.

Camouflage: Due to her coloration, nebula is difficult to spot on a clear night when she is flying.

Philosopher: Nebula is well versed in philosophy and has spoken, learned from, and debated some of the best philosophers of her lifespan.

Shape shifting: Nebula can, with some effort, turn into a Sandrian of the Siverna tribe. In this form she remains blind. She is dressed in loose silks that have the same celestial appearance of her scales. Her cracked skin is located around her eyes tho she is devoid of any glowing mark.

Royal creation magic: Nebula is fairly versed in her creation magic. She will use it on occasion, but has trouble as she has only seen things from the way vitka moves around it.

Personality: While she can be playful, often to the point of seeming somewhat immature, to those she is not accustomed to she behaves wizened. She greatly enjoys philosophical conversations and will even give advice on occasion. This philosophical mindset is sometimes irritating as she can, at times, question almost everything that someone does or says.

History: The previous ruler died following the OG Gang of theives under Malseka's heist. At one point she came across a troll turned to stone. Curious, she freed him and spoke to him, teaching him many different philosophical concepts, helping him learn feral magic, as well as giving him what would become his bow. After a few years he left to become the Khan. She tries to keep track of his journey and has been occasionally been spotted by his followers, leading to her being seen as a patron of their people.

<b>Thread Status:</b>(open/closed)
<b>Players involved:</b> commanderhorvat, KokoPuffs
<b>Characters involved:</b> Zagan, Khara Bayan
<b>Setting:</b> West Sleibte, northern area, between Vrocheros lake and Ellond lake
<b>Time:</b> Late morning, between 10:00-10:30
<b>Weather:</b> Sunny with a warmth to the chill air; soft puffs of clouds here and there in the sky

A shiver ran down the spine of a demon man sitting in the shadows of a tree; bright sun casting a few light sourches upon his grey skin through the various leaves above. One leg was left danging off a branch, while his other laid tucked under himself, keeping the delicate family jewels safe from the harsh bark. The day was still young, very young, but surely not as young as it could very well be. The sun was cast higher in the sky, slowly as it made it's way from horizon to horizon. Gods, though the light was fun, the shadows of the night were even better.

The demon groaned softly now, back leaning against harsh bark; at least the air was fresh enough up here, and the breeze from the north? Kept it from getting gods awfully warm as the summer would usually bring. Hell, the deserts were worse, but even THEY would get as cold as his little heart. Zagan snickered at the thought, causing a wide grin to gently stretch across his face.

Just sitting here, however, was as boring as boring could be; nothing to terrorize except the local wild life... that wasn't very fun really. What he wouldn't give for a humanoid creature to show up~

Character's Name: Khara Bayan

Nicknames: The Khan

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Species: Troll 

Abilities:
   Magic: Adept with feral magic, he can control and converse with the beasts around him with ease.
               He often uses this to assist him in herding and riding among other things.

    Horse Back ridding: He introduced and taught his followers to ride horses.
     Archery: He is a masterful archer on foot and on horse back, wielding a massive bow that he can only draw due to his innate strength.
     Command: Though his stature alone give him a distinct presence, his ability to lead extends well beyond that.

Appearance:
 A towering figure covered in colorful fabrics that blow in the wind. His face is sharp and angular in contrast with eyes that seem soft and full of compassion.
           Height: 8' 2
            Yellow eyes
            Black hair
            Sandstone colored skin
            
Personality:
     Deliberate and thoughtful, but willing to use extreme methods if necessary. He feels that the only way to end the prosecution of his species is to unify them into a single people.

History: He grew up hiding from both the sun and other beings, watching them when he could. Early on he began to cover himself to extend the time he could be active as well as to hide his true nature from those who feared him for what he was. He slowly built a following of 7 other trolls and with them tamed a herd of yaks. With the yaks fleece he built yurts as he knew that if trolls were to be seen as a people, then they needed to have artificial shelters. His followers are Masgud, Bedes, Oghul, Bold, Jungsai, Temur, and Chagur