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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Jul 13, 2017 14:15:49 GMT -5
But thereβs a full moon rising, let's go dancing in the light
βΌ βΌ βΌ βΌ "Come a little bit closer, hear what I have to say Just like children sleeping, we could dream this night away But thereβs a full moon rising, lets go dancing in the light We know where the musicβs playing, lets go out and feel the night"
Let's get to the fun bit! This is where you'll post all of your lovely characters! Make as many or as few as you want (within reason of course). Below is the joining form. As usual, do your best to get to everything before jumping into RP. That way characters are more developed and everyone can understand the basics of other peoples' characters. Of course if you hate forms or if you're anxious to get to RPing, your forms can be short. But don't let that be an indication of your ability to write well and make complex characters (shots fired).
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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Jul 13, 2017 14:16:42 GMT -5
Helana RiteboeThe Mahaji βΌ Mother Grandest βΌ Female βΌ 39 βΌ Bisexual x
Appearance: Helana is a force of a woman, that much is evident just by looking at her. She stands well above most woman, in fact she is an inch taller than the average heighted man. Lean and muscular, she holds herself with the grace of a mountain cat. She is beautiful, but in a way that is not soft or fragile. She has fierce gray eyes and high cheekbones. Her hair, which is a dark auburn, is usually pulled into a sleek pony tail. There are bits of silver in her hair, one of the few indications of her age on her person. Her face does not often convey her emotions; there is however a mysterious glimmer of kindness in her otherwise guarded eyes. One of her more distinct features is the thick scar on her chest. It runs from her left collar bone to her sternum. It is the mark that reminds her of her life before the Mahaji, and it makes it grateful for the women who stand at her side. Helana wears a clean brush of eyeliner on each of her upper eyelids. She also has a single tattoo, a simple black band around her left arm. Her clothing is simple, meant only for function and not for appearance. She wears leather trousers, boots that hit her mid calf, and a flowy dark red top under a leather breastplate. When necessary, she dons a heavy black cloak lined with the fur of a gray wolf.
Personality: Helana, like any person, is full of contradictions. She is the fearless leader of a small army of women, but she is also a protector of things that are tender and vulnerable. While she carries knives that are used to kill terrible monsters, her priorities lie in the tranquility of the mountain temples. Her greatest complexity, however lies in her personality. Some might call Helana rather cold. She is independent and does not often give compliments or seek the approval of others. But she is, however, a mother figure to all of the younger women in the Mahaji. She would die for any of them without hesitation or remorse. There are times, too, when she can be surprisingly tender. She tells each of them, often, how much she loves them. She would be the first to wrap her arm around a girl with a broken heart or brush the hair of the sick. The is a warrior, but although she has never given birth herself, she is also a mother. She has strong maternal instincts that surface in sometimes surprising ways. But it is always important to remember: get between a mother bear and her cubs, and you have another thing coming.
History: Helana was born the daughter of a merchant in the hills of the northern territory in Kasia. Her family was not wealthy, but not poor. She had three brothers, all of whom were educated and then left home, and a younger sister who was the apple of her father's eye. It was decided when Helana turned nineteen that she would be married to the son of her father's business partner. This was not Helana's wish, and her mother was furious, believing the marriage to be beneath her daughter. Before the marriage could take place, her mother and her grandmother arranged for Helana to journey on her own into the mountains. She survived for some time alone in a cabin in the foothills. When winter came, however, she was stranded without food or money or a horse to take her to the nearest village. Looters came to the cabin one night. They attacked while she was sleeping, and thinking she was as good as dead, left with all her belongings. When she awoke, bloodied and alone, she realized she must wash her wound or she would die. She stumbled to the nearest creek. It was there that she found herself face to face with the serene, intelligent eyes of a water spirit.
Leto ArennKasian Army βΌ Colonel βΌ Male βΌ 34 βΌ Heterosexual x
Appearance: Leto has an appearance of confidence. He's tall, probably five inches taller than the average male, and he looks to most as though he fits perfectly into the role he's been given. He is fit from years of work with a sword and for nearly as many on the battlefield. He is rather classically handsome with good bone structure and a roman nose. The scar on his chin, to most, is a sign of his masculinity and strength. A more trained and intelligent eye, however, might notice his artist's long fingers or his gentle way of being. Leto has warm amber eyes and lips that never form harsh lines. His eyelashes are on the longer side and he has a nice set of teeth. What I mean to say is that Leto takes good care of himself, and he also takes good care of other people. That much is evident without having to exchange words with him. He is a powerful warrior and a well-versed strategist, but had the circumstances been different, he perhaps would have been better suited for the work of a scholar. Coloring wise, the man is fair of skin. His hair is dirty blonde with hints of gold in the right sunlight. Its length is on the shorter side and has a bit of a natural curl. His clothing is of fine thread, given his station, but it is well worn because he cares little for his appearance of wealth. Like the rest of the Kasian army, he wears silver and deep red. His armor is of better quality than that of the privates, given it was commissioned by the General. There is a symbol of his station his breastplate, a few inches above his heart.
Personality: Leto, unfortunately, is rather good at playing his part. The fact of the matter is that he knows he has to obey the wishes of his superiors in order to preserve his own status. He is ambitious. But, dispositionally, he is also a good man. Leto is gentle and moral and sensitive to the struggles of others. He is also reserved, and to an extent, introverted. He values alone time and time spent with good friends. He is a man who enjoys the fine things in life, like a generous glass of wine, good company, and a warm bed to return to at night. The men don't see him this way, however. They see him as a strategic, nationalistic leader. They look to him for bravery in their endeavors, and Leto obliges. He quite easily wears the mask of a man of harshness and loyalty to country, whether or not that is aligned with his true feelings. The fact of the matter is that he might or might not be willing to risk his own status in order to stand up for others. If he does decide to help the Mahaji, however, he will be a valuable ally.
History: Leto is guarded about his history, and for good reason. He thinks people would be disgusted to find out that a high-ranking colonel like himself actually comes from humble beginnings. He was fathered a wealthy lieutenant, but not one that he would ever meet or even know the name of. His mother was young, without means, and found herself pregnant with the son of a man she barely knew. She asked for his support, but was rejected. The girl decided once her infant son was born that he would be better taken care of by someone who could afford to clothe him. She left him on the doorstep a wealthy lord named Goffered Arenn. The lord and his wife were without children and had longed for their own since their marriage nearly ten years prior. They took in the child and gave him their own name Those who knew them well enough to be suspicious said nothing, for they could see the Arenns loved their baby boy. Leto was not told of his true parentage until he was thirteen. The truth was difficult to swallow, and for a large portion of his teenage years he was extremely resentful of his adoptive parents. It did, however, light a fire within him. He desired to prove he was more than his history and that his circumstances would not define his success as an adult.
Marin DelongeBellendarian Army βΌ Master/Branch βΌ Male βΌ 29 βΌ Pansexual x
Appearance: Marin is a striking individual. A good portion of that is due to his height, which is exceedingly tall. He is pushing 6'5 without shoes on. He is forced to duck when entering most buildings and living in a tent is, frankly, a bit comical. As far as coloring goes, Marin is darker than most from his country. Despite not getting much sun (he lives in a forested, wet area), he was born with a cool but medium-dark skin tone. His hair is a simple black, so much so that it looks almost blue in certain lighting. His eyes, to fit with the theme, are equally inky. Facially, he looks very much like a Bellendarian man. There is something vaguely elvish about him, from his fine but strong features to his almond-shaped eyes. He is, however, a bit of a rugged elf. He doesn't bother to shave, rather he trims his facial hair every few days. He has brows that give him the appearance of constant brooding, which isn't far from the truth. He has nicely shaped lips between which is almost always a pipe. His clothes are of good quality, but it is clear he has worn the same items of clothing for years. His color scheme is generally in the black/dark green realm. His armor was given to him by his grandfather, and it has been worn in centuries of battle. On his back is strapped a crossbow he has wielded since the age of nine. It is used like an extension of his body with a confident familiarity.
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Di FeltgreenThe Mahaji βΌ Warrior βΌ Female βΌ 23 βΌ Heterosexual x
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Michal BrassNo Allegiance βΌ Herbalist βΌ Male βΌ 73 βΌ Bisexual x
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Post by βΎ CΚα΄sα΄α΄Ι΄α΄ β½ on Jul 13, 2017 21:50:28 GMT -5
Lin ZhenMahaji βΌ High Warrior βΌ Female βΌ 35 βΌ Bisexual x
Appearance: What is most noticeable about Lin is that she is small. Standing at a rather below average 5'3", she is often a head shorter than those around her. Many underestimate her because of this, but she isΒ fierce and not to be trifled with. Her body is lean and incredibly strong; every inch of her is packed with muscle. Lin is very agile and quick, and she is able to complete a manner of acrobatics and body contortions. Her background is one of an ethnic minority, so she often finds that she sticks out, with her slanted almond eyes and extremely straight, jet-black hair. Lin has angular features that give her face a kind of regal beauty, and she normally keeps her hair pinned back,Β emphasizing the sharpness of her cheekbones. She is not one to smile much, but is instead fearsome to look upon, with intense brown eyes so dark they are almost black and a perpetual seriousΒ expression. She is peppered with scars, and the longest one runs from her left shoulder across to her right hip; it is still knotted and is quite raised. Lin often wears darkΒ eye makeup to further increase her intimidating appearance, as she is a bitΒ self-conscious of her height and feels the need to counter it.Β
Personality: Lin is not a person to mess with. Serious and somewhat jaded, she is not one to take things lightly,Β especially an insult or a mistake. Β Lin can be rather cold and business-like at times. She has a sharp tongue that can just as well be used for scolding as for cracking witty, dry jokes. She has huge amounts of patience when dealing with militant operations, but, somewhat ironically, she is not a patient person in other respects. Lin is not one to sweet talk around the matter at hand; she has no tolerance for fake attitudes or squabbling. She often loses her cool with the other warriors just because they spend too much time waiting and strategizing, at least in her opinion. She is as straightforward a person as you'll ever find and is very no-nonsense. She is one to jump straight into missions, and will risk her life for the other women time and time again. She is a good mentor to younger Mahaji, as she is very experienced and will push them to the limits to do their very best. However, she can be intimidating and is often very strict and some find that she is overly harsh.
History: Lin was born to a poor couple who barely scraped by doing menial tasks for other families. They lived in the slums, and while they did not have much, Lin was greatly loved and happy. Her parents taught her all they could, which included some basic sword and knife training. They also told her many stories about mystical creatures and taught her everything they knew about the land. However, one morning, when she was about eleven, she woke to find her small house completely bare. She was a sound sleeper, and it had been looted by a local gang who took joy in persecuting racial minorities. She found her parents dead, having bled out on the floor from what appeared to be knife wounds. For some unknown reason, they chose to let her live. She could have gone to an orphanage, but instead she ran, ran as far as she could. She was traumatized and afraid, but she remembered her motherβs tales about magical creatures and the rumors she had heard about finding a new life in the wilderness. Lin searched for days, starving and weak, not really knowing what exactly she was looking for. At last, she slipped by the edge of a river and slipped, hitting her head on a rock. She was unconscious, and when she woke she was faced by two kindly water spirits.
Anastasia NikolaMahaji βΌ Warrior βΌ Female βΌ ? βΌ Heterosexual x
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Jul 13, 2017 22:34:23 GMT -5
Thia -- Mahaji βΌ Shaman βΌ Female βΌ Age βΌ Sexuality
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2017 20:24:25 GMT -5
Ayleth BrasilThe Mahaji βΌ High Warrior βΌ Female βΌ 29 βΌ Heterosexual faceclaimAppearance: With yellow, feline like eyes, pitch black hair, and pale skin, Ayleth is striking in every sense of the word. She stands at a slightly below average height of 5'2", but her imposing presence makes her appear larger than she actually is physically. She is lithe, but has womanly curves and toned muscles in all the right places. High cheek bones mixed with rosy pink lips make her a very attractive woman indeed. However, the lines of her face hold a certain ruggedness that make her more of a wild, untamed beauty. She usually leaves her black, curly hair down, giving it freedom to tumble down the full length of her back. Occasionally, she will throw it up in a tight rose styled braid with wild flowers tucked in her thick black hair. She would appear physically perfect to any unknowing passerby; however, dozens upon dozens of scars mare her back and the back side of her thighs. The multitude of scars and the orientation of the marks suggest that they didn't come battle or weapons training.
Personality: For many years Ayleth was an extremely broken individual. When she first came to the Mahaji, she rarely talked out of fear of punishment or she would sleep all day to avoid the people she barely knew. However, slowly but surely she emerged from her protective shell. One day she became tired of wallowing in fear and anger towards her family so she decided that she would make the most of her second chance the gods had so graciously given her. Ay has a silent charm about her, an understanding of hurt that few possess. When a hurting soul finds them, she is usually the first to approach and make them feel at home. After all, she was once the one who was afraid and alone. She is all smiles and giggles, quick wit and friendly banter. She makes it a priority to count her blessings each and every day and the Mahaji are one of her biggest. She is extremely loyal to her 'sisters' as she firmly believes that she would be dead in a ditch somewhere if it wasn't for them taking her in. She would go to war or die for any of them. Ayleth specializes in hand to hand combat and sword fighting and is one of the best in her field. Despite all of this, her past still haunts her at times. Some days are worse than others, but she powers through with the help of the Mahaji. One of her biggest fears is that she will turn out like her parents: angry and all around horrible people.
History: Ayleth grew up in a wealthy family with great standing and prominence. She was the youngest of eight siblings, but was the only girl. Madam Brasil pampered and hovered over her only daughter to the point of obsession. The woman was not only known for her... eccentric and highly questionable antics regarding her family, but also her temper and loathing for her husband. Her father was an unhappy man in a loveless marriage so it would make sense that he resented her for looking like her mother, the one who caused him pain. When her mother died, Ayleth was only five. Everything changed in her life; no longer was she the center of often times forced admiration. Instead she was openly sneered at for simply looking like her deceased mother. Her brothers were cruel to her, but her father especially so. Years of not being able to do anything about the emotional abuse from his wife caused him to take out his anger on the young look alike. It was rumored within the town that her father whipped and beat her; if the scars on her back are any indication then the rumors were founded in reality. On her fourteenth birthday, she was given permission to go out riding, something her father never allowed her to do. Ayleth had thoughts of running away for years, but she never had the courage to actually escape from her situation. However that day, she took off with her horse and never returned. Somehow she came across a small stream, and when she leaned down to fill her jug, a water spirit appeared.
Caric BolarianKasian Army βΌ Specialist βΌ Male βΌ 32 βΌ Heterosexual
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Ewan (pronounced 'you-in') RiversdaleBellendarian Army βΌ Secondary Branch/Bough βΌ Male βΌ 29 βΌ Heterosexual
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Dahy ElspethThe Mahaji βΌ Warrior βΌ Female βΌ 18 βΌ Heterosexual faceclaimAppearance: While Dahy might not the most intimidating upon first glance, she has an air of confidence (sometimes a smugness) around her that makes up for her lack of intimidation factor. Standing at 5'5", she is a normal sized teen. The past six years of training has put firm muscle on her surprisingly lithe arms and legs, and her stomach is flat with an obvious six pack. She has very little visible fat as she is mostly muscle. In every way, she is built to kill. Her body has built up a high tolerance to pain and so she can keep fighting until she literally falls over. Her hair, shoulder length and strawberry blond, sets off her pale, olive toned skin nicely and sometimes bring out her many scars. Her eyes are a muted brown, but flecks of gold litter the irises. She isn't anything special in the look department but she isn't ugly either. A nice middle of the road. She usually wears loose fitting clothes, things that are easy to move in if the need arises, or on some occasion's (which is most of the time now), armor.
Personality: Dahy comes off as cold at first glance, but she is actually quite fun to be around. She can be the life of the party if she wants and loves to joke around. Still, it totally depends on the day, how much sleep she got, or even if she has been able to make a snarky comment during the day. Back biting comments tend to make her happy. Is that wrong? Probably, but she doesn't care. She is sarcastic and witty, but she isn't the sharpest tool in the box so to say. That doesn't mean that she isn't smart, just more battle smart than book smart. She is extremely loyal, but only to her sister in arms. Dahy doesn't tend to be overly emotional, but is prone to fits of anger in high stress situations that don't involve her beating someone to a pulp. In fact, she feels the most calm in the midst of battle and receives something akin to a high from the situation. Dahy is very goal-orientated and does her best work when someone gives her something to strive for. She strives to be an expert archer one day.
History: Dahy grew up dirt poor in a small village on the outskirts of Kasia. Her father died tragically in a working accident; his wife and three kids were left behind to fend for themselves. Her mother did everything she could for them to give them a good life, but her older brothers had to work alongside their mother to make ends meet. One day (Dahy was twelve), there was no food on the table so Dahy took an old bow to go hunt in the forest. Her brother's protested against the idea, but since she was the only one that had any experience with a bow (her father used to teach her), they eventually agreed. But only if one of her brothers went along. When the two entered the forest, they were attacked by a band of criminals that had happened upon the small village as they traveled through the area. Her brother fought back against them as best as he could, but the bigger and heavier men overpowered him easily. Her brother was beaten within an inch of his life and left for dead as the criminals took off with the little the two had and Dahy herself. She never knew what they had taken her away from her family for (they never would give her a straight answer), and she didn't stay around to find out. The first chance she got to escape she took and she ran until she couldn't run any longer. For the next few days, she wondered around the forest, starving and dehydrated. Just when she didn't think she could do it anymore, she found a small lake and all but dived into the water. When she came up for air, three water spirits were already upon her and took her to her new life.
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