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Hey o! This is like my first time in a long while since I used a rp forum and I'm a little shy but willing and totally looking foward to rping with folks! So I will be updating this characters I have available to rp with and blurbs about characters / or threads I have posted and am seeking rps with ! Definitely looking forward to exploring facets of my and other people's characters so don't be afraid to hit me up!

Ezra / Current New Thread if you want to join in: A rather rough individual, one that is not easily able to trust others so readily. But he has a curious mind. He is currently journey through the forest of Sleibete. The territory is completely foreign so he is open to assistance, though expect him to be guarded.

Siv : To be Added / Updated Soon!

Jiyuku : To be Added / Updated soon!

Kwan: To be Added / Updated soon!

Players Involved: NekoNay
Characters Involved: Ezra (NekoNay)
Setting: Sodanryn Forest and any other encompassing areas.
Time: Current, Afternoon.
Weather: Partly Cloudy.

A slight breeze coursed through the likes of Sodanryn forest. Once keeping a slow pace through the foliage, the tiger Kelahati became still, his ears swiveling about to detect sounds. He was… nervous. He hung close to the shadows, the striped patterns along his face and body allowing him to stay camouflaged. He was crossing through unknown territory that did not belong to him. All of this land he had never set a single foot in until now and it made him ill at ease.

He gripped tightly to his spear, another hand on some prize bounty strapped to his waist. An unfortunate hare that managed to snag itself in one of his many traps. It was all he had manage to scrounge up, the prey in this location so elusive.

It told him one thing. More dominant predators roamed the patch. It made the prey more careful, more intelligent. While it was a challenge he would normally applaud in a different situation, this time it made him apprehensive. When would be his next meal? It was days since he had passed civilization and the next time he would roam through once again… it concerned him.

Yet in the face of such a thought, he steeled his resolve, resuming a steady gait once more as the wind died down. He was light, nimble on his feet, maintaining on a trail animals frequently passed through when all else seemed to have end. If there was one thing he could trust, he could have faith in the animals, knowing they would have the best knowledge of their own domain.

He chuffed, his tail flickered. He remained on guard when he seemed to be lost yet he prayed a sign, a light through this bleak time.

Hey y’all this is where I’m going to keep a list of characters I’m looking for and a short blurb about them to attract rp partners with

OPEN:

James- a young dragon exploring the world on his own for the first time. He’s very friendly and social, if a bit mischievous with a small case of sticky fingers. He’s curious and has little experience with others so he’s pretty open to anyone. He’s a dragon so he can be anywhere

Cyrus- a very intelligent, nerdy human/elf mage. He’s very awkward and nervous but eager to learn, teach, and study, so you can either throw characters with similar interests at him or throw him in a locker. He’s currently in the Sphinx city Eden so anywhere in that area works for him.

Iris- a feisty deer bellonese girl. She’s a travelling florist who lives in Xira. Despite being a hothead, she’s pretty sweet and likes to meet new people.

Kamilo- a thieving young kitsune who likes to play pranks and get into trouble. He tends to get in over his head a lot. He’s in Xira.

"Only in battle are we worthy."

Character's Name: Locke Lightbringer

Titles: Prince of Light, Lord of the Eclipse.

Age: Over 1000 years old, though appears to be in his late twenties.

Gender: Male

Species: Twisted Light Angel Royal

Abilities:
Locke, as a being caught somewhere between angel and demon, has the power to channel both light and darkness, as well as resistances to both. Though he once could wield the holy fire of the Royal Angels, his darkness has corrupted it and left him with Hellfire instead. He can use light magic to heal, and darkness magic to poison, but his healing abilities are only ever used on himself.

He is able to shift into a crow.

In battle, Locke uses a pair of cleaver-like blades on chains. The chains have no fixed length, extending to give him reach when he wishes, and retracting to bring the weapons back to his hands. Thanks to runes carved into the blades, they will channel fire magic in battle, though he can change this to hellfire if he wishes.

Appearance:
A very tall man with pitch black hair, Locke appears quite intimidating. Though not quite bulky, he is clearly muscular and physically sturdy. His hair is wild in the back, looking spiky and savage, though he keeps it relatively slick and ordered in the front. His face is relatively pretty, looking a lot like his younger brother, Lizair. He typically wears dark clothing, long robes and fine outfits. Underneath, he wears leather armors that protect his vitals and nothing else, leaving most of his chest and arms bare.

True Form: 
In his true form, Locke appears as a large wolf covered in burning hell and holy fire. As he grows more dark, the holy fire slowly turns dark, corrupted into hellfire.

Personality:
If Locke were to be described in a single word, it would be "freedom." His purpose in life is to do what he wants, when he wants, with who he wants. He doesn't particularly care about authority, or the power others think they hold over him. He can be twisted and violent, gleefully fighting in the Angel Demon Wars, but that is entirely his choice, not because he has to.

His main redeeming quality is his actual love for his family. He does care about them deeply, even if he wouldn't feel too upset about having to kill them.


History:
Locke was created over a millennia ago, born both as a leader and a warrior. He was given a Fruit of Temptation, then caught in a ritual to try and halt the effects, leaving him as a sort of 'half-demon'. Over time, he has become more demonlike. Though he is currently considered the Heir of Light, angels are now looking at his younger brother as the proper heir, a fact he doesn't mind at all.

<b>Thread Status:</b> Closed
<b>Players involved:</b> Achera, Kila, King Fury, KokoPuffs, Sparx
<b>Characters involved:</b> Abraham (Sparx), Calista (KokoPuffs), Diaval (Achera), Eros (Kila), Milaeni (King Fury), Zacrae (Kila)
<b>Setting:</b> Haliea's Shrine, Light Territory
<b>Time:</b> Midday
<b>Weather:</b> Partly sunny, with a beautiful summer breeze



The young king of the love angels entered the observatory and removed the heart-shaped glasses he wore purely for aesthetic reasons so he could take a look around. In the bright midday sun the dark blue floors of the shrine positively gleamed in the light. The high noon sun really brought out the constellation-like flecks in the floor, and Eros couldn't help but admire how the whole thing had been polished to a near mirror shine. It was so reflective the young angel couldn't help but take a peek at himself, and with a pop of his collar and final placement of his glasses atop his head, he was looking... Well, he was looking like he was completely under dressed for the occasion. His grey v-neck was half tucked in, and he wasn't sure if he should leave it that way, tuck it in, or untuck it.

It was at times like this that Eros wished he had an assistant to tell him what looked good and what didn't as he stood there meddling with his shirt in the foyer of the observatory like a damn fool. "Nnnnnngh what am I suppoed to do?" He groaned, running both hands through his two-toned hair.

"Might I recommend a french tuck?" said a feminine voice behind him, soft as a whispering breeze. Eros turned and looked upon the fairest woman he had ever seen. Her skin was so pale it was almost white, and her equally white hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders and down her back. She was even dressed in a gauzy, lace-trimmed white gown that trailed after her like she'd walked straight out of a painting. Her blue eyes bored into his as she waited almost too patiently for an answer.

"I'm sorry, a... a what?" was all he could manage to sputter out, taken aback by this woman's glittering aura.

"May I, Lord Eros?" she asked, gesturing to his shirt.

"Uh, sure? But how do you--"

"I'm Lord Abraham's personal assistant, Zacrae," she replied coolly, tucking in just the front of his shirt before straightening out his collar and stepping back to take a final approving look. "Much more respectable," she said with a nod.

Eros took a look in the polished floor and gave an agreeing nod. "Not bad," he muttered to himself before looking at Zacrae once again. "Very dutiful of you to come before Abe to make sure everything's, uh, right and stuff?"

"I'm here to make sure things are ready for the meeting, yes. Lord Abraham likes things to go smoothly, so I came early to arrange refreshments for the lords and ladies," she said with a chuckle.

"Need some help?"

"I'd love some, thank you."

--

Before long the pair had filled the meeting room with chocolate pastries and glasses of refreshing lemonades. Zacrae had insisted he take a seat before the other lords arrived, and the pale angel had resumed her role as dutiful servant, waiting behind Abraham's chair for her lord to arrive, eagerly looking at the door with gentle eyes.

Character Name: Ezra

Nickname: Currently goes under none.

Age: 58, just setting foot into young adulthood.

Gender: Male

Species: Kelahati

Abilities:

He possesses the uncanny wild magic known to their species, communicating his intentions and emotions to the local fauna. But it appears to be ableit weaker than the norm, only to affectively diffuse an unstable situation for a brief moment before both parties resume hostilities. He only managed to bond with a close animal companion, Rezul, an golden eagle, who accompanies him every step of the way. Ezra just managed the art of shapeshifting from their species, taking shape of a juvenile golden tiger. He doesn't seem to control this shape all too well, instincts overwhelming enough to take over so he prefers to his normal shape to keep a rigid control and discipline over himself. He himself has knowledge of medicine and weapons to defend himself if need be. When the gift of magic seems to elude him, he decided to pick such to remain on guard and sharp.

Appearance: Within the image above.

Personality:

Ezra is an individual often described as being rough, hard to read. He speaks with a sort of authority, often use to getting his way, showing 'tough love' to those who disregard his words. Often wearing a stoic mask, its difficult to read what this young man is quite thinking. However he has shown some bit of empathy, willing to assist those in need... while rebuking you for possibly  placing yourself in a situation in thebfirst place.

He values strength above all else and he seems to appreciate a healthy dose of challenge every now and then. Impress him, he may be eager to speak more within your company, revealing bits and pieces of himself as time goes by. A hard shell individual with somewhat of a soft core.

History:

His history will be revealed as more attempt to speak with him. However what needs to known is, he is now a nomadic individual, living off the land, traveling from place to place in search of something. His jewelry and spear signified he held some importance where he once dwelled. Perhaps this will help crack this elude shell of his.

Roleplay Sample:


The fox thought first to say nothing, suspicious of the musician's actions and appearance. He thought himself stealthy but apparently not. But not many ventured into night, knowing the dangers that lurked beneath the moon but he seemed to carry himself with the upmost confidence.

"So it may seem," came his smooth response, maintaining a good distance between him and the musician. There never could be enough caution and he trusted very few, even humans who displayed a much better keener sense than most. "I am not alarmed," he corrected with a snort. He was least of all threatening when compared to a being of his strength. "More so curious I suppose."

He busied himself with collecting the curious fish of the pond. They gave a small sensation of energy to touch, a small ripple of what he presumed to be her power. It was... hard to describe but despite his curiosity, his eyes never strayed from the musician.

A test was in order. "Perhaps this was a rumor. You know how tales go. Always changing."

Character's Name: Markell Dunebane
Age: 2000 before he died.
Gender: Male
Species: Sphinx

Abilities: Magitech: Markell specializes in the creation of metallic constructs animated by his magical energy. Typically, he will use gems as focusers, but otherwise he just manipulates the metals into the shapes he wants with magic and then gives them a facsimile of life.

Outside of his creations, Markell only really knows how to use basic light magic and lightning magic.


Appearance: A large sphinx with the body of a tiger, Markell stands at head height for most humans. He has blue face paint around his eyes, forming complex patterns with the natural black rings. His hair is long and black, flowing down his back. He wears a headdress that frames his face from the front, making his head appear even larger than it already is. A carefully groomed beard stretches from his chin, extending down to a point like his headdress.

His most notable feature, however, would be the pair of large, metallic wings that sprout from his back. The main line of the wings, which would be bone in a bird, are made of gold, while the 'feathers' are silver. The parts aren't actually connected, but stay in formation thanks to magical energies that dance between them constantly.

In human form, he still has black hair, but loses both the beard and the headdress, instead simply appearing as a normal man. His skin is a deep tan, the result of desert living, and he wears simple robes suited for the climate. He still has the wings.

Personality: A somewhat excitable creator, Markell is easily lost in his work. He can, and will, devolve into babbling descriptions of what he's working on, often in terms that only make sense to him. Other than that, he will try to be friendly, though he views himself as smarter than just about everyone, and has the ego to match.

History: During his life, he invented many magical tools. He hoped that these technologies would revolutionize the world after he died. He was very disappointed.