ＮＡＴＵＲＡＬ [ a group fantasy plot -- closed to joining ]

Sorry for the poof! I've been trying to catch up on a TV show.

I'll respond in a bit, I've gotta shower now.

And yes! The traitor role is still open. However, this character is not human. They can be any of the races listed on the front page, but if they are a more animalistic creature, then the Sorceress has given them human form. Your character also claims to be linked with the Diadem itself, and this is all part of the evil plan. You can also choose the gender for this character. You still want the traitor?

If woofles doesn't take the traitor position I would be interested as well ;w; but if so, then may I claim the warrior please? I can begin working on the form right away after being given the OK

(AAA sorry for poofing so hardcore!)


Rjorn Tethras, The Warrior [ 23 -- Male ]
Rjorn is tall and imposing, with a large muscular frame standing at about 6"2. He has dark red hair that falls to about his shoulders, but it is normally tied back messily to keep it out of his face. He has tired brown eyes and prefers to keep his face clean shaven if he can. He is somewhat tan, and has slight tan lines on his face from wearing his helmet out in the sun. Rjorn is nearly always wearing his armor that was issued out to knights of Ryantsby that partook in the war, as it is almost like a safety net to him. Despite his outwardly mature appearance, he has a rather childlike demeanor and naive nature. He is quiet and submissive, and can tend to overthink things. Despite his tendency to be sheepish and to depend on others, he has honed his skills with his mace and uses battle and battle training as a means to escape from the pressures he forges in his own mind. Rjorn joined the Ryansby forces, which was uncommon in the kingdom known for alchemists. When the Macindaw kingdom ransacked his home, he was left feeling abandoned as he was left on the outskirts of the new world, all by himself.
[ His family crossed worlds. No romance! -- n/a ]
-- woobiewooooo --

I'm actually going to hold off on a response until tomorrow morning. I'll be on for the next twenty minutes or so.

Ah alrighty, I don't mind taking the Blacksmith then. On the list it showed the warrior wasn't claimed. My bad for not looking through the comments.

Aerien Vhenaris & the Traitor [ 21 -- Male ]
Aerien stands at a rather tall height - naturally - with a lean and slim build. Though he may not seem much, that is where you would be mistaken. He uses his agility and rather quick reflexes to his advantage, strategically using his foes strength against them to best them if a situation of combat ever arose. As a weapon, he carries a fine-crafted bow, made of the wood of birch - it's pale colour evident of this, as well as a quiver that's made of sturdy leather. Patterns are etched into the wood of the bow in elegant flowing swirls and symbols, the lines showing experienced craftsmanship and expertise. You might even say the guy's emotionally attached to the weapon, however best not judge. His skin is a pale peach, but not so much so it's a ghostly white - which contrasts his hair, which is a glossy raven-black in colour. His hair, if let loose naturally, reaches a fair bit past his shoulders, ending just above his mid back. It's straight and usually kept well groomed and in good condition, commonly styled in a ponytail or half-ponytail, or generally just let down loosely depending on his initial mood; or if he bothers to fiddle with it. His eyes are a bright and striking Amber in colour, having a warming and soft tone to them. Though they can turn cold in a second, emotionless and uninviting to those who provoked him. What might catch most off guard about him however, is his pointed ears, showing evidently he is of elven heritage; whether others may view him higher or lower because of this, he cares not. Aerien is dignified and well-mannered, treating others of whom he is close to with respect. He is most definitely not afraid to speak his own thoughts, being quite outspoken in his opinions, though knows when the time is to stop. However, he is reserved when it comes to speaking of anything concerning himself, saying his past brings up bad memories and that he ill wished to return to them - and will become sharp and coldly assertive if further questioned on it, though apologises soon after for being too 'brash' about it, and that the individual was not at fault for inquiring about it as such. Despite this, the man overall is not a bad guy to be around, if you take a liking to his company. He has a sense of humour, and isn't afraid to joke around with a hint of ever so graceful sarcasm. Though, what is more bracing about him is what is concealed inside. In fact, there is a good reason he does not discuss much of his past. Covering his steps with evasive humour and presumed good will, lulling others into a false sense of security - all of which the path he has chosen has required him to do. He wears a mask, as such, hiding his true feelings and views away; the more to help in his goal. A time before the present, his family and he lived in relative peace, away from the conflict of the rivalling kingdoms. He was not what he is as present, he was kind and cared deeply for his younger sister, Llyra, feeling responsible as her older brother to keep her safe. However, when the uprising began, and the Kingdom of Ryantsby was marched upon, his family refused to aid the other supernatural's cause - fleeing in attempt to get away from the chaos that would soon ensue. Though all did not go as planned. His parents were killed unsuspectedly, most likely for refusing their aid to the other supernaturals as well as to keep them quiet, leaving Aerien and his sister alone and vulnerable. He vowed to Llyra he would allow no harm to come to her like their parents, that he would always keep her safe from harm. But alas, perhaps it was fate or something more, that was not meant to be. Upon the destruction of Macindaw, he and his sister stumbled across survivors. Bewildered and in destain, they lashed out at Aerien and his sister, mistaking them for being a part of the supernaturals that caused the destruction of both kingdoms. Aerien attempted to flee with his sister, though she was struck down, and in a fit of rage he did so the same to the Macindaw soldiers. He felt empty and lost, feeling he no longer had purpose, with having lost the last person that was tethering him to continuing on; and the grievance that came along with it, that he believed he had failed her, weighed him down like a boulder. That was, however, until he met the Sorceress herself. At first, he cursed her name, for everything she had caused; taking everything out on her because it was the only thing he could do, because he was too helpless to do all else. Though he was soon silenced by what she offered. A bargain of such, if you want to call it that. She spoke of ways she knew that could have a chance of bringing his sister back, and in return he would offer his service to her. Why she offered this to him, with so many pawns to her disposal already, he himself knew not at the time, he cared not; he knew only of the answer he gave her. And so, a deal was made, a two person alliance formed and a mind soon turned corrupt.
[ All known family are deceased. Not in any romantic involvement currently. -- N/A ]
-- woofles --

Finally done the form! ( Sorry for the poof btw! ) It was a bit hard to work around his personality, having him being the traitor - initially though I want him to be more mislead than anything, having the personality traits stay somewhat true to his character, though as well having it that he still valued his reasons and initiative for betraying the group greatly over all else - though I got through it none the less. c'x The reasons the Sorceress made the deal with him could also perhaps branch out to the claim of him being linked with the Diadem? Whatever goes. I was actually contemplating whether or not to actually include a history, though in the end threw it in. If you need me to change anything about his history etc. just say and I'll change it right away - I may have indeed made some errors. ^^' But enough rambling from me now. About high time I hit the hay for a while. ( it's over 6:00am over here and I may have stayed up longer than I should c'; ) ]

(I watch Game Theory and Film Theory so I had a head start, but I was still shocked!)

(Hey I'm on mobile and the page is a little hard to understand because me phone is really broken xD so i was wondering if there are any human positions left? I can't read parts of it haha)

(Actually I think they're all taken.)

(Hey there!!! Was immediately captivated by the plot! I was wondering if the blacksmith is still up for grabs? )

Ello ello! ^^ Not sure, but I think Iceshadow claimed it? Well, wait until Star comes on any who and see. ]

Aurelia turned to Chase, witnessing him trip and stumble. Repressing the urge to laugh she responded, "The elves are much smarter than that. Trust me." She shook her head, letting out a small sigh. She pulled her black cloak even tighter around her, blocking her long sleeved bodice from view. Her mud-splattered skirt floated in the wind, as it was made of light material ideal for riding. Underneath she wore thick, tight pants to block out the chill of the early autumn wind. The toes of her boots peeked from underneath the skirts hem, black leather stained with dirt. She glanced to Wisp, a dagger at her hip, and Chase armed similarly. She now wished to have a weapon, realizing the danger of the situation. "We'll have to get them to give it to us willingly."

(So are we all in one place then? Just want to make sure.)

"Ah. I was hoping we could just waltz in, you know, 'Hello, yes, we'd really like your arrowhead please because that's something ever so normal to ask of you. Good day!' " Aerien commented, unable to suppress a slight chuckle as a slight mischievous smile spread across his lips from the statement, which he meant in good will. The man had paused in his stride and was now busy fiddling with the bow that was strung over his shoulder, finding it hard to position it comfortably and efficiently with the ebon cloak he was wearing, which kept getting in the way as the passing breeze blew past - evidently irritating him. Though he had no other option than to wear it, the light grey cloth tunic he wore offered not much in ways of warmth. Seemingly giving up on the bow for that moment, he bounded forward a few steps to catch back up with the group, flicking stray strands of his hair - which was pulled back in a half-ponytail - out of his face as he stole a glance around, taking in their surroundings with a sweep of his gaze.

I have arrived finally! And thanks Star. ^^ ]