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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Jan 16, 2022 16:01:39 GMT -5
MY MAINS:
KING ROLNAR | Male | 61 years old | Lystra | Bisexual | Average to tall in height (about 5'11") with pale skin and dark green eyes. His hair was once a sandy blonde but now it is streaked with silver in his full beard and shoulder-length mane. He is a slender man, once quite strong. Today he has an intimidating aura, despite his wiry build. His dark red wings are very large when outstretched completely, but he typically wears them like a glorified robe behind his shoulders. His fingertips have begun to grow into sharper points, and his skin on his elbows and knees is harder, almost scale-like. Rolnar is a stern man, and a stoic one. He can be surprisingly kind and gentle to those he loves, and ultimately he is a good king despite his flaws.
LES | Male | 28 years old | Soldier of Ash, Traeterra | Heterosexual | Despite being in the middle of his prime physically, Les is a relatively new Phoenix. He used to be a simple footsoldier in a distant outpost, but was called up to be a member of the King's army a year and a half ago, where he tested positive for the correct blood type. His powers are foreign to him and he is struggling now to keep them in check. As far as appearance goes, Les is taller than most men at 6'3" with a quite muscular build. He has broad features, olive skin, and warm brown eyes. His hair is naturally brown, but he keeps it closely cropped to his head. In terms of temperament, he is a good man through and through. He is a hard worker, a loyal soldier, and brave to a fault.
KAIVA | Female | 23 years old | Soldier of Ash, Traeterra | Bisexual | Sometimes snarkily referred to as the Prodigy, Kaiva is the ward of Lexar, the first Ash Soldier who died (well, passed on. became fully phoenix and flew away) only six months ago. He raised her and trained her by hand, meaning she was exposed to phoenix blood at the young age of nine. For this reason, she is as experienced as many Ash Soldiers of twice her age. She is known for using smoke in particular to her advantage. In terms of appearance, Kaiva is slight and quite small even for a woman, standing at about 5'2". But she is quick and nimble, making up for her lack of physical strength. She has pale skin, green eyes, dark brows, and ashen blonde hair with dark roots. She is a fiery personality, one who picks fights frequently but who is also quick to forgive. She is stubborn, proud, and intrepid. On the battlefield, she wears a hammered breastplate of burnished silver.
ZANH | Female | 28 years old | Pillar, Selva | Demisexual | A very independent creature, Zanh is rarely seen unless she wants to be. In fact, her home is an isolated fortress as far from the cities of Selva as one could possibly get. She is quite cold to interact with, rarely opening up unless she trusts someone completely. But she is very intelligent, and has a great mind for war. She is a distant relative of the Akkerans and one lucky enough to be born with strong ice magic. She is an incredible warrior, one who seemingly lacks fear for her own life. Physically, she is tall (5'9") and though slender, quite strong. She has dark brown skin, dark eyes, and unusual white hair from a genetic defect. She wears a long blue gown with chainmail build into the bodice, arms, and hips. And she carries a heavy broadsword.
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SYD | Male | 32 years old | Ash Collector, Traeterra | Heterosexual | Average height 5'9," stocky build. Ruddy brown beard, blue eyes. He is fatherly, kind, and good-hearted, happy to do the unglamorous work. Often talks about his two young sons who he left at his home near the coast and his wife, Olenna.
PELTER | Male | 44 years old | Alchemist, Traeterra | Homosexual | More or less average height 5'8," very slender with narrow shoulders. Very pale skin, shoulder-length light brown hair and pale eyes. He is flighty and has a slight stutter, but is very intelligent. He is tasked with overseeing the progression of the Soldiers of Ash, both administering blood transfusions and reporting to the king.
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Post by *β’.ΒΈβ‘π₯π’πΈπ―π³π°π΄π¦β‘ΒΈ.β’* on Jan 16, 2022 16:05:00 GMT -5
Hello! May I join? This seems interesting
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Post by *β’.ΒΈβ‘π₯π’πΈπ―π³π°π΄π¦β‘ΒΈ.β’* on Jan 16, 2022 16:07:46 GMT -5
I need to think of a character, but I'm interested in joining!
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Post by *β’.ΒΈβ‘π₯π’πΈπ―π³π°π΄π¦β‘ΒΈ.β’* on Jan 16, 2022 16:33:02 GMT -5
Hope you don't mind but is my character allowed to be a phoenix? probably a weird question but I felt like asking
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Post by *β’.ΒΈβ‘π₯π’πΈπ―π³π°π΄π¦β‘ΒΈ.β’* on Jan 16, 2022 17:38:48 GMT -5
Made a little character, ask me to change anything if you'd like! I may have a warped understanding of the universe as that happens quite a bit, sorry if this isn't too detailed! Isolabella (Iso)
25 years old // Female // Soldier of Ash // Pansexual // Phoenix
Isolabella is a tanned-skinned girl with freckles, light brown eyes, and straight, shoulder-length ginger hair, some say it's the colour of flames. Iso is of average height, around 5'5 and fairly muscular. Isolabella is a very distant and cold person. She is mysterious and not many people are close to her, in fact, many fear her. Under the surface, Iso is a very broken and shattered person, having suffered trauma throughout her childhood, Iso is trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered life. Isolabella's parents died when she was seven years old in an explosion. Not much is known about how Iso became a Soldier of Ash. Iso herself remains quite the mystery.
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Jan 16, 2022 20:16:14 GMT -5
PRINCE FENRIR Male | 24 years old | Lystra | Heterosexual
As the crown prince of his kingdom, Fenrir has lived a life-time carrying a burden. He stands slightly taller than his father, with a youthful, powerful build, although he is still somewhat slender. His skin is a warm, sun-kissed bronze, thanks to his mother's heritage. With dark hair and dark eyes, Fenrir can be quite intimidating. The rather large wings that sprout from his back only aid in this aura. The wings themselves are as black as a starless night, with a wicked looking talon situated at the apex of the appendages. In the gleam of a fire, or in the sun, there is a dark, blood red sheen to the scales covering his wings. With three joints granting greater flexibility and maneuverability in the air, Fenrir's wings grant him the ability to rapidly change direction in flight, making him a formidable fighter. Beyond that, he is highly skilled in the use of a sword, pike, halberd, and several other weapons. Like his father, Fenrir tends to come across as cold and distant, even hostile. To his closer friends and family, Fenrir is a warm-hearted individual, willing to set aside the mantle of leadership when it comes to what is best for his kingdom. He is light-hearted and fond of rather bad jokes, especially puns.
SHAYNE Female | 20 years old | Lystra | Heterosexual Wip
PRINCE ALISTAIR MALE | 19 years old | Lystra | Heterosexual Wip
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 17, 2022 2:32:34 GMT -5
[ *circus music plays* These are only the first two of my army of clowns ]
Bellinor 'Deathknell' Listenoise || 44 || Phoenix || Knight Commander >> Bell stands at a startling 6'6 with an intimidating though lithe frame and a lengthy queue of sable hair that he refuses to cut. His features are youthful, sharp, and almost severe, but tempered with his amiable personality and often adorned with a wide fanged smile. For all he projects a sanguine fondness for companionship, Bell's narrow hazel-gold eyes have a wild quality to them that makes him difficult to approach. Bellinor has pale scarred skin that he gleefully covers in blood, wearing light armor to facilitate that. His arms are often bare but for silvery clawed gauntlets- whatever armor he wears is usually very pale in color so that he can get an idea of how much blood he's spilled for the day. He wears a heavy, tattered and scorched white cloak secured with a draconic skull that serves as his right pauldron. Bellinor has made even his simple nickname memorable: His hair is often tied or braided with silver bells, and he's attached them to the hilts of many off his weapons as well. The man has quite a flair for the dramatic; he likes for the sound of bells to herald his arrival- and signal the end of all unfortunate enough to hear them. He is also easily identified by his boisterous laughter and disturbing tendency to play with his food. >> Bellinor moves with a laconic grace even outside of battle, subtly arrogant in the lift of his chin and his irreverent mannerisms even in the presence of royalty. This is simply because he doesn't believe in putting on airs and chooses to judge everyone by their actions and intentions, individually. Occasionally, he may reveal that he possesses a shrewd and strategic mind. He is careful not to make assumptions and to approach every situation as if seeing it through fresh eyes, no matter how uncomplicated it may seem. These traits, however, are overshadowed by his effusive personality. When he isn't consumed by battle lust, blood lust, or just lust in general- Bellinor is a very outgoing person who loves fun in all its iterations, to the point that it may surprise people to learn his actual age. He's playful and fond of teasing, engaging his fellow warriors regardless of their feelings toward him. In fact, it seems that Bell has no self-awareness at all. He doesn't register sarcasm and doesn't understand all forms of humor- but as long as it makes people happy, he's all for it! He takes such joy in life that he wants for others to feel the same, and tries to inspire them with his unique brand of cheer. Bellinor is also very fond of children, and will offer to train or play with them when he has the chance. Whenever anyone under his command has a child, he tries to pester them into making him their godfather. He's very energetic and can't sit still, preferring to handle his duties in person rather than remain behind a desk. These are all in line with Bell's more positive traits...his vices are rather severe. He is utterly obsessed with combat and everything related to it, particularly the act of killing another being. This often results in tunnel vision, as his bloodlust can narrow his focus to one target or goal. He will neither care nor register anything else until he is satisfied. Bellinor cannot go long without killing something, even a hare or butterfly could satisfy him. Not for long, however...Conversely, he has a flighty nature, impulsive and easily distracted until something succeeds in capturing his attention. He has been known to wander off and return days or even weeks later with fantastical stories that he will enthusiastically share with anyone who will listen. >> Bell has many weapons with which he is skilled. Which is to say, everything. Naturally. His most notable weapon is the combination flag and spear, Warbreak. It is a hooked glaive flying the gold-on-black flag that identifies him. Its crest is that of a griffin in flight with a stylized moon setting below it. A scarlet ribbon tied with bells flutters with every strike. The flag was originally white, but is enchanted to darken with his body count. He is also known for stealing and using weapons on the battlefield, as the whim takes him. Bell and Lyremorak compete for who can find the best weapon and may even fight each other in the Midst of battle, to the confusion and consternation of many. >> It isn't widely known, but Bellinor is the king of a relatively peaceful country- much to his dismay- and came to serve under Rolnar so that he may become a Phoenix and engage in glorious battle for all eternity, or until the magic gives out. His eldest son rules over the kingdom while he's gone, whilst his second followed after him due to a desire to emulate- and surpass- his father. Bell's relationship with his family is strained, not that he seems to realize it. His four children all have different mothers and differ in how they feel about his capriciousness. He is immensely proud of them all, however, and isn't afraid to dote on or openly favor Lyremorak. Said knight can despise him solely based on the embarrassment this causes him... --- Lyremorak Solasta 'First Light' Listenoise || 24 || Phoenix || >> Lyremorak stands at 6'6 with pale scarred skin and equally pale hair- immediately marking him as the 'white sheep' in his darker toned family. His hair is alabaster and neatly styled as he obsessively puts it to rights after every altercation. Lyre's build is deceptively svelte for one who packs so much power, with slender shoulders and an artisans' hands. His oblique eyes are cool and seemingly fathomless but can just as easily become fiery sapphire when provoked. He has prominent brows and youthful features, often settled in an expression of casual disinterest. One only achieved through years of classes on how not to betray himself with his expressions and body language. The verbal aspect...he's still working on. Lyremorak wears a circlet featuring golden horns that curl up and backwards, often adorned with chains and other pieces of jewelry. He's fond of rings and earrings as well. Lyremorak favors wearing white- the better to gauge how much blood he's spilt at day's end- and expresses his admiration for his father by copying his characteristic cloak and dark fur ruff. This one is a tattered, stormy blue that lighten towards the ragged edges. His left pauldron is much smaller and simpler, shaped into the beak of a griffin. >> Lyremorak is an incredibly effective warrior. He knows it and shows it, not even attempting to affect his father's more subtle pride. In fact, he dares anyone to try and prove him wrong. He will square up against anyone and everyone. He will fight a chicken. He will fight a thirteen year old. He will fight the sun. Lyre is also Very spiteful, especially towards his father. He sees the man as a benchmark but also an embarrassment, as he doesn't command the respect he Rightfully Deserves and so makes his sons look bad by association. Lyremorak earnestly tries to kill him every once in a while, just to keep him on his toes. While competitive in a general sense, he also has preconceived rivals and works toward running any good they can come by. Lyremorak revels in the misfortune of others; A true menace to the public. He is ill-tempered as a rule and easily provoked but somehow still has it in his head that he can become a lauded, honorable knight. Bellinor can often trick him into something like chivalry, as he is proud to be one of the great hunter king's sons and truly does want to be a successful and respected one. Feared is good too. Lyremorak has a simpler way of thinking and is quite easily deceived, but he isn't exactly stupid. He has thoughts. Occasionally. He just dismisses them in favor of doing whatever the hell he wants. >> Lyre can never decide on which weapon to use and so rarely brings one to combat, as a flex. He collects and discards them as he blazes across the battlefield, often overwhelming foes with his insane style of fighting. Lyremorak is entirely too secure in his status as a Phoenix and is unbelievably reckless. He tends to do the opposite of what one would expect to the absolute nth degree. In fact, he can't be said to have a 'style' at all as he just does whatever until you're dead. >> Lyremorak was never exactly 'overlooked' as a child but he saw how well-liked his siblings are and couldn't fathom how he wasn't treated the same way. He won all of his training sessions with the other squires- shouldn't they praise him? Why do they avoid him now? He told them that he'd kill them next time as an incentive to train harder, why are they crying? Fighting was all he knew and all he was good at, but there was no one to appreciate his talents except his father, who popped in and out of his life like a groundhog. Lyre was isolated by his fearful mother but was determined to continue on his path to become a great knight so that everyone would be proud of him, and perhaps, understand him. That's how it works, right? But everyone was too weak and no one could see what he wanted them to, so he came to hate them all. There was no one left to terrorize at home when his father informed them that he was faffing off to an entirely different country, so Lyremorak pursued him with the intention of learning from and overcoming him. No one reveres Lyremorak, but they respect his idiot father so he'll just have to become him. And replace him. Then he'd have the adulation he deserves.
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 17, 2022 2:53:02 GMT -5
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I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Jan 17, 2022 3:17:36 GMT -5
Aras Male | 27 |Traeterra Soldier of Ash| Bisexual
Aras is a tall man standing at an intimidating 6'2 you would think that such height would make him scary but he is in fact the opposite. His face is gentle as if he has never seen a battle in his life. His eyes are a pale green, round and thoughtful. Aras' skin is dark, he has spent plenty of time in the sun giving his skin that rich color and he keeps his curls pretty short. Looking more lanky than anything, his armor hides lean muscle meant for fast movements. Even further beneath that lays a man that just tries to make everyone happy, as long as people are smiling he is doing his job. Honestly Aras was never much for fighting, it was something he did because he had to. He is the kind of person who would rather resolve things with words, but if it comes down to him and the enemy he will choose himself.
Calar Male | 36 | Traeterra Blood Match | Straight
Calar is on the shorter side and is quite the burly man, his hair is bright red and his full beard matches in all its glory. His eyes are blue and deep set , this is a man who has seen many battles in his day. He is a was a strategist until his sister became a phoenix and he insisted on being close to her. He is covered in scars (and freckles ) and his personality mirrors that. Calar is fiercely protective of Maewen and often times can be harsh. Often times he is brutish and uncouth, he has a way of rubbing people the wrong way with his overbearing honesty.
Princess Nelmia Female | 23 | Traeterra princess | Pansexual
The second born of the royal family Nelmia is a delicate beauty, her skin is tanned and is more the middle ground between her mother's and her fathers skin. Though if she spent more time in the sun that would quickly darken. Her hair waves neatly, perfect just the way she wants it (if it isn't she doesn't leave her room) and is a ashy blond color. Before they were given dragons blood her eyes matched her fathers but now they are a striking yellow color with pupils that shift between human and dragon. The skin on her legs has turned to scales reaching up to her thighs and has started to show up on her face tracing her cheekbones, she has yet to grow any wings but her eyes are able to see in the dark and she has been known to throw things far bigger than herself. Nemia is soft spoken and gentle as a good princess should be. Until she doesn't get her way and then she may or may not throw an tantrum, she has been known to be rather good at throwing insults as well.
Maewen Female | 25 | Traeterra Soilder of Ash | Bisexual
Oddly befitting of being a phoenix Maewen has bright red hair that she only bothers to tame before battle. It falls in curls down her back or is tucked away tightly in braids, there is no in between. Her features are less aggressive than her brother's but she doesn't look like the most approachable woman. She stands at about 5'4, average height and a well endowed build on the more muscular side like her brother Maewen has the scars to prove herself a warrior. Her skin is covered in freckles, from her head to her toes covered. She is as loud as her brother, if not more. Though she is much nicer, more carefree, a wildcard. She has too much fun in battle if you ask anyone they might say she enjoys it. Always grinning Maewen is the life of any party (or battle) and doesn't think anything through she does and says as she thinks. This has gotten her into trouble with her superiors many times.
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Post by *β’.ΒΈβ‘π₯π’πΈπ―π³π°π΄π¦β‘ΒΈ.β’* on Jan 17, 2022 10:47:29 GMT -5
The last two for now, tell me if I should change anything! Orion 29 // Male // Soldier of Ash // Heterosexual // Phoenix If there's one thing Orion is, it's full of himself. Orion thinks that he's the best, that he's better than anyone else. Orion tries hard, maybe a little too hard, Orion is constantly getting caught in the moment and can get distracted easily. Orion is tall, around 6'2, and has short and messy dark brown hair. His skin is slightly tanned, but not very tanned. And a character that I don't think I'll use for POV posts Kyrra 27 // Female // Ash Collector // Asexual and Aromantic Kyrra is down-to-earth and tends to be calm, even if she loses her temper sometimes. She has brown skin and black hair that is often tied in a ponytail. Kyrra has a single scar on her left cheek. Her eyes are a deep brown. Kyrra stands at around 5'4 and has an average build. Kyrra had a rather uneventful childhood, her mother passed away of sickness when she was eighteen.
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Post by Brownie on Jan 17, 2022 17:40:58 GMT -5
TEPHORIIJI "ORI" | Male | 22 | Ash Collector | ? | Ori is a slight, nervous man who many would think was younger than he is upon meeting him. He's only 5'2, with sandy dirty blonde hair sitting in a mat of curls to frame his baby-round face. He has thin brows and narrow, shifting green eyes. His skin is pale yellowish-tan and sensitive to both heat and cold. Ori tends to distance himself from the others in the army, fearing that anyone he becomes close to could suddenly die. He dislikes the war and the bloodletting, but is meticulous in his job and is surprisingly fearless when he does wind up on the battlefield, his nervous nature for once taking the backseat as a grim focus drives him forward.
CANNA NORRIS | Male | 34 | Alchemist | Bisexual | Norris always has felt like a mad scientist, even before he began meddling with alchemy. His natural curiosity pushes him to explore any new information, particularly about how things work, and he often approaches experiments with an objective apathy that, while making it difficult to connect with others, gets things done. Norris works in Harkkon's lab, his old mentor and now friend, working with the Phoenixes for ways to augment their fire on the battlefield. Norris is fairly tall at 6'1, though you'd never know it since he's often leaning over his books. He has a long nose and close set, brown eyes, and his brown hair is often buzzed short as he simply does not care what he looks like so long as it doesn't get in the way. Because of this, his beard is often patchy as his face is pockmarked with burn scars, cut through by a thin, frowning mouth. Norris's right arm stops at the elbow, though amputated from an experiment gone wrong or simply from birth, he'll never say. He always goes by his last name, or simply by "Doctor".
(hey glow, can I make Zanh a sister?? I've had a character rekh before and the phonetic fit would be fun! as well as a good foil.) REKH | Female | 24 years old | Selva | Heterosexual | Rekh isn't very good at many things. She is clumsy, forgetful, and isn't particularly bright or strong; the icing on the cake is that she didn't inherit any magic despite her lineage, station, and her sister's powerful magic. Instead, she immerses herself in cooking, which she finds soothing and has a natural knack for, as well as attending food and wine tastings as befit her station. Rekh stands at 5'4 and has a soft, curvy shape which has put on a good deal more mass around her hips since she started her hobby in the kitchens. She has long, dark hair she keeps tied in severe braids most the time and loves decorating with colored ribbons, and dark skin with deep, chocolate eyes. She is somewhat shortsighted.
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 19, 2022 5:21:07 GMT -5
Mokhnaran Galatyr Akkeren || 27 || Crown Prince of Selva || Sorcerer >> Mokh stands at 6'0 with a sinewy-muscled build, olive-toned skin, and quietly handsome features that often display a soft, reserved smile around strangers. There are times, however, when he reveals that his true smile is a more crooked version of the charming one he usually displays. Wavy crimson hair falls to his shoulders when not tied up by a strip of leather- often in a state of disarray due to his fondness for 'exercise'. Mokh's almond-shaped eyes are shaded in warm dusk-inspired hues: aubergine and hazel with golden flecks. Right-swept bangs obscure the scar curving around his eye. He has quadruple pierced ears and tends to wear a heavy signet ring bearing the royal crest on his left hand. A notable addition to Mokhnaran's beautifully engraved armor are the numerous metal 'tags' hanging from his hip, a few chains presumably belonging to more can be glimpsed around his neck. >> He's always graceful and poised, even when restlessly energetic. Serene, gracious, soft-tempered and soft-spoken. His reserve is often mistaken for shyness, as he seems to avoid meeting gazes and voicing his opinion overmuch, though it's evident that he loves company in the way he subtly brightens whenever he's addressed or included. Mokhnaran tends to tease those he's close to, and can occasionally go too far for the sake of amusement at others' expense. He strives to remain calm at all times and to act as a sort of 'role model' for others. While he can be easily coaxed into speaking at length, he typically avoids speaking about himself and prefers pretty much any other topic. Which is a strange but usually effective way to handle his arrogance. Because Mokh is Incredibly arrogant but also very aware of this fact. Usually. With good looks, money, and power- He really can't help it. Mokhnaran is actually a hot-blooded impulsive airhead who is always ready to Throw Down. He has a particular fondness for combat and challenges in general- Strange inclinations for someone so well-suited to being a supportive combatant and Healer to have. It's almost impressive how well Mokh can typically suppress and control his more base urges. Unfortunately this is also a source of pride for him. And yet even with all of his internal warring with himself- Mokhnaran truly is a compassionate individual and he Wants to be a good person, a hero in character and not just in deed. He wants to be able to do And say the right thing but tends to fall short of that. Because he's an airhead. The true reason he rarely speaks can be blamed on the fact that his brain-to-mouth filter regularly malfunctions. If he isn't careful, all attempted compliments would emerge as vague insults. >> Besides his great command of magic, Mokh is a fairly skilled healer and swordsman. Gwalchmei is his primary weapon; a zweihander with an arrow-shaped point and scarlet grip. The scabbard is jeweled and generally worn on his back, as he wears an estoc on his hip. Mokhnaran's typical battle armor is light and paired with chainmail-infused cloth to further allow for ease of movement. Various pockets contain herbs, poultices, and bandages for battlefield triage. >> He has a number of great feats and successes under his belt, but he sees ending the war as his crowning achievement.
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Esmerillion Marchen || 22 || Sorcerer || Selvan >> Esmer is distinctly non-threatening: Standing at 5'5 with a svelte build, open heart-shaped face, and rather delicate features. His thick hair is a stormy premature gray, framing his face and styled more or less neatly. Esmerillion's doe eyes are a brilliant chartreuse, framed in thick lashes that only add to his doll-like appearance. He's commonly seen wearing an enchanted silver monocle over his left eye to aid him in more precise spell-scripting. Esmer is fond of accessorizing with various bows, often wearing one as a tie, in his hair, or around his wrist. He tends to look younger than he actually is- 16 rather than 22- but none more often than when he drops his blueblood airs and actually allows his true personality to be expressed in the form of exuberant smiles and excited gestures. Perfectly porcelain as he may appear, Esmerillion hides a number of scars and often wears an abundance of clothing to make up for them. Glimpses of his skin can reveal not only scars, but words, runes, and doodles that he's attempted to redecorate himself with. >> Esmerillion's quiet and unassuming nature can result in his easily being overlooked. He has the air of an aristocrat, but only insofar as he's reserved and elegant, with a rather delicate way of going about things and overall delicate sensibilities. And yet anything to do with learning can invoke his soft, vibrant enthusiasm and results in his unconsciously revealing the depths of his intelligence. While he loves experiments, investigations, and discussing magical theory at length with anyone willing- He's soft-spoken without the distraction of his interests and always coaches his words carefully. Esmer is openly compassionate and earnest, he tries not to get too close to others but can't help becoming invested when he feels there's a need. He's very easily flustered and caught off guard, but proves himself to have both a sharp tongue and sharp wit when provoked- As well as a cool temper and inability to forgive or recall the meaning of mercy. He feels as if he must know everything there is to know about everything and has developed an uncanny intuition and perceptiveness as a result. There is little that can be hidden from him for long. >> It's readily apparent that he's descended from a noble family- which one in particular remains a mystery. Esmer had never been seen in public until he arrived on the battlefield, and changed his surname so as to avoid being tied to his past. It is clear that he had been sheltered- despite his best efforts to appear cultured- and it is also apparent that he has never before been on the battlefield. It may come as a surprise to learn how unfazed he is in the face of violence and gore.
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 24, 2022 3:54:31 GMT -5
Peliyas Sangre'aal || 25 || Selvan Cupbearer, Royal Guard || >> Eli stands at 5'9 but otherwise reflects his distant supernatural heritage in beautiful aristocratic features. Blessed with oblique seafoam green eyes, a soft fey visage, and downy white-blond hair cut along his jaw. His build is svelte as is befitting an aristocrat, but toned underneath his characteristic furred cloak. He's almost completely without scars or blemishes- Excepting the jagged scars circling his neck that he conceals with high collars and scarves. A trio of beauty marks form a triangle under his left eye. >> Peliyas tries very hard to make others believe that he's indifferent and cool-tempered. And he tries too hard. He is constantly saying things that contradict his actions and will lie through his teeth about silly things as if they in any way matter or change others' perceptions of him. He's very expressive and vocal but has trained himself to say the opposite of what he's thinking, making him pretty easy to read once you know the trick. He is known- behind his back- as the Gentle Knight because he cries often and is rather soft-hearted. Eli loves animals and has a veritable menagerie of loyal forest followers because he rehabilitates them and they come to love him as well. Peliyas avoids fighting and confrontations in general and hates to hurt or kill anyone. Meeting new people makes him nervous, but he is incredibly loyal to those he calls his friend- a surprising number of people- though they're ironically the ones who annoy him most. He is short-tempered but quick to forgive because being angry makes him sad, especially if he could have hurt someone else. Speaking outside of anger is a different story, however. While he can get anxious over making a stranger like him, Eli has no problem absolutely shit-talking his friends and being snide at every opportunity. >> His true skills lie in archery and healing. While unable to use magic, Peliyas is adept at battlefield triage and one of the best sharpshooters amongst his fellow knights. He uses a variety of bows and types of arrows, each of them named after a friend of his. Another talent lies in cooking and baking, he often 'reluctantly' feeds his friends and secretly gives them little treats when they need a pick-me-up. Peliyas doesn't like being the center of attention but he has a beautiful voice and sings when he thinks he's alone. He also composes songs & writes poems in his spare time. It is his job to sing the dirge when a member of the prince's personal guard dies. >> Peliyas is Mokh's childhood friend and they've grown up as close as brothers. The Sangre'aal family wasn't particularly prominent, but they're now amongst the crown's most favored ever since Mokhnaran decided that Peliyas was his. Their parents couldn't separate them for long, as Eli would cry and Mokh would get violent. Peliyas grew up believing that the castle loved him when in reality it was the prince who enforced this. Mokh has always been protective of him, seeking to preserve his gentle nature at any cost. They are still somewhat at odds over the fact that Peliyas has become Mokhnaran's cupbearer as well as a member of his royal guard. He befriended Bydivere later in life but they soon struck up a rapport when they insulted Mokh at the same time. Eli is the one person that Bydivere isn't unrelentlessly honest- or manipulative- with. He's since learned his lesson and they enjoy more 'refined' pastimes like reading and trying out different teas while Mokh is in the background fishing with his bare hands.
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I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Jan 24, 2022 4:13:35 GMT -5
Dhara Female | 24 |Traeterra/Alchemist| Bisexual
Dhara is a thin short woman, often times she is over-looked in a crowd thanks to her height. She had long black hair that is almost always up, though more often than not she is constantly tucking it back behind her ears as it falls out easily. Her face constantly tired, she doesn't sleep much always busy working on something or working herself up. She has permanent bags under her amber brown eyes. She is a soft spoken woman, preferring to stick to her work than anything else, she is very smart and often rambles once you can get her to actually talk. Outside of the lab she isn't one for conversation and will go to great lengths to avoid that. Her skin is very pale, considering she spends most of her time locked in a lab. She is fairly new so he jobs tend to be watching over the new phoenixes or fetching things for the older alchemists.
Elpsis Male | 30 |Selvan (job TBD send help| Bisexual
Elpsis looks like he would fight a mountain if it looked at him wrong. And he probably would. He stands at 6'3 and has more muscle than brains. His hair is a pale blonde color and he keeps it a little longer, just enough that he has to style it to keep it out of his face. Maybe he could get one braid going. His eyes are a dark blue color and his skinned his tanned by the sun. Elpsis thinks he is the end all be all. Best of the best, no one can beat him. That is what he likes to say at least, after all if he looses he lets his family down and that has never been an option. Best way to describe him is kind of a narcissistic himbo. This all stems from DEEP insecurity of not being good enough, so he has to make everyone believe that he is. He has the brawn to back it up mostly, just not the forethought. Vritra Female | 22 |Traveling Entertainer| Straight
An air of mystery surrounds this woman. She is a nomad, bouncing from place to play earning money dancing, acting, singing etc. She has long legs and a thin but powerful frame. Vritra has shorter hair, keeping it cut above her shoulders in layers that give it more wave that it would if she let it grow. Her hair is dark in color often compared to the feathers of a raven. Her eyes are stark in contrast, a pale gray and her skin is a rich bronze tone making her eyes all the more striking. Not much is known of Vritra, not even to herself. She has made a name for herself as the traveling raven, this is not because of her dancing or anything like that but because she has become quite the thief. She never stays in one place too long, she'd get caught that way. Xiphus Male | 34 |An Inn between the two kingdoms| He wont tell anyone
Xiphus is of average height and build, standing at about 5'9 he is anything but intimidating. He is the kind of guy no one would take a second look at. His hair is a brown and is tied up loosely most of the time, his eyes are a dark hazel, looking almost brown in the light of his inn. Now this man is the most extra person, he is loud and fun but also never tells you anything about himself. He knows everything about everyone, has informants everywhere. He can tell you almost anything you want to know but with a heavy price. It only get more expensive the more it is needed. He plays both sides of the war, just trying to earn money since people don't exactly want to stay at an Inn on the border of two kingdoms at war. Xiphus keeps himself a mystery, so much to the point that patrons have wondered it Xiphus was even his real name. Now its an on going joke when people question it he'll tell them he'll tell them the real name but the money is non-refundable, and they have to sign a non-disclosure agreement. He is sauve and often uses that to get his information or from getting himself killed. Somehow he remains in business regardless of playing both teams.
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Post by ππππππππ on Jan 30, 2022 3:54:19 GMT -5
Audri Myros - Male ; 26 ; Alchemist, Traeterra ; Homosexual - Coming from a family whose name is- or rather, was- more well-known than the individuals themselves, he feels he has a lot to prove. Since he was young, he wanted nothing more than to become one of those mystical phoenix-warriors, but his blood wasn't a match. So he did the next best thing, joining the Institution of alchemists as a teenager. Although, Audri has demonstrated an inclination toward engineering and inventing rather than chemistry-driven disciplines. He likes to experiment with the weapons of war, modifying crossbows and tampering with metals, hoping to find ways to increase his country's successes in the never-ending fight. Aside from this, however, his other passion comes from his healer's heart. When he isn't experimenting, he's near the front lines, tending to the mortal soldiers as well as given the rare opportunity to help administer transfusions for the revered Soldiers of Ash. Audri has wavy black hair cut shorter in the back near the nape of his neck, his bangs longer in the front, dark brown eyes, and olive skin. A fit, athletically built young man, he stands at an even 6' tall. He is, among other things, driven and one-track-minded. He isn't ambitious for the sake of ambition, but he is always searching for improvement, in himself and those around him, and he can be obsessive. Brutally honest and forthcoming, you won't catch him lying... Because you'd catch him in a lie instantly. And he knows it. He is very perceptive and smart, calculating. He is generally open-minded and kind, good with people of all walks of life and age.
Amilyn - Female ; 29 ; Serving-girl ; Heterosexual - This is a lady destined for a low station in life, and she is more than fine with that. Raised on a farm near the border, on the side of the road to Traeterra, Amilyn quickly learned to accept the difficult manual labor without complaining. To her, a girl from Selva, she may as well have lived in an ocean of isolation. The repercussions of war only reached her in a weak, diluted form. She knew no additional hardships beyond daily living. Blissfully unaffected by the decades-old rivalry, until some strings were pulled, white lies told. In her twentieth year, she was sent to work in the house of a wealthy landowner in the city of Lystra. It was meant as a gift, and she was grateful, but also disoriented in a world so different. Her life from before had to be omitted in every story she told, afraid that she would be turned in to the authorities if they knew. But time passed, years passed, and all was well that ends well: uneventful. Amilyn eventually came to believe her own lies, found it easier to pretend she was someone else, and while she isn't proud of the fact, she's become a bit of a manipulator, working within Traeterra to help whichever side will benefit her more. With this new persona as her shield, she has nothing to lose, and she'll take advantage of any situation she can to get what she wants, which isn't always clear. But she's come this far, why stop now? She plays things close to the vest, including her humble origins. Amilyn's complexion is that of peaches and cream: pale, with warm undertones. She has light, nut-brown hair that falls to her shoulders, and hazel eyes. A paper-thin doll, she has no curves to speak of, and is 5'3. Amilyn is adept at reading people, observant after years of watching, listening without speaking. Quiet and concealed in her mannerisms, she knows no other behavior, but she is slowly crawling out of her shell. What she is finding is a gentle fearlessness, to do the things she must, whether she likes them or not. An unwilling sacrifice for greed, a con who is almost... mean. Time will tell if she changes her mind about who she's becoming.
Dauphine - Male ; 33 ; Traeterran knight ; Bisexual - To be born of nobility in Traeterra meant Dauphine, along with his sister, was trained his whole life to become a number in the royal family's army. This was a responsibility they both took seriously. They served the kingdom well, but their paths split ten years ago, when Dauphine's sister perished in battle. Since then, not much has changed. Through some combination of luck and skill, he has survived this long, and he isn't about to give up the fight anytime soon. Of course, serving for so long earns you some granted wishes. Dauphine found himself, most recently, out of the foray, standing guard at the Alchemists' encampments, protecting them in the event Selva makes a move against the scientists and their secretive practices directly. Although not tall at 5'7, he can be intimidating when he wants to be, despite an average, unimpressive build. Dauphine has dark skin, brown eyes, and keeps his dark brown hair shaved close to his head. He demonstrates the qualities expected of every warrior: bravery, resolution, decisiveness. He is not one to hesitate, nor is he reckless. He keeps to himself for the most part, and maintains a respectful distance with his comrades. There are few he is close to, but those who know him best know he can be jovial, and a good musician, too.
Salmon Smith - Male ; 38 ; Blacksmith ; Bisexual - Not much can be said about this man's upbringing. He learned his trade somehow, obviously, but if anyone were to ask him, he might say something different each time. Truthfully, he was an orphan and a thief, slippery as the fish of his namesake, until his mentor before him took him in, and taught him the grueling, delicate work of a blacksmith. Salmon took to it with ease, glad for a purpose, finding it fascinating, taking his found family's profession as his surname. Not to mention, it gave him a steady income and, as he got older and grew his own reputation, closer to the war. Not that he sought a fight, but he lived for the glory of seeing Traeterran's army triumph in each skirmish, celebrating with the soldiers and learning from them in the rare times he could spare. He mourned with them in their defeat, anger stirring in his belly. While he isn't a warrior himself, he longs to contribute however he can, while secretly wondering when the war would end. Salmon stands at 5'10, his strong, muscular frame more impressive than his height. Aside from the scars and burns on his arms, he has tan skin and handsome features, freckles dotting his cheeks and nose. His eyes are green, his hair a sun-kissed shade of strawberry-blond. Salmon is the type to be motivated to seek the next thrilling thing. His work keeps boredom at bay, but there is a desire he keeps locked away, a thirst for adventure and to do more, to see more, but the war has kept him where he is. He can come across as ignorant and vapid, but he often knows more than he lets on, and it is simply his nature to care for others first.
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Post by *β’.ΒΈβ‘π₯π’πΈπ―π³π°π΄π¦β‘ΒΈ.β’* on Jan 30, 2022 19:29:44 GMT -5
Ivory Female // 27 // Bisexual // Selvan Archaeologist Ivory is a female archaeologist from Selva. She is tall, standing at about 5'10 and has coal-black hair that she often wears up in a loose bun and pale skin. Her eyes are a light amberish-brown and are cold and unwelcoming. Ivory is smart and calculating, planning out every move that she makes with precision. Ivory detests making mistakes. Despite all this, Ivory generally is an easy person to work with and doesn't mind getting her hands dirty and doing things herself.
Delta Non-binary // 29 // Pansexual // Wanderer Delta is a non-binary traveller originally from Selva. They are on neutral terms with the war and don't side with either. They have tan skin and shoulder-length strawberry-blonde hair that fades into ginger near the end. They stand at around 6 feet tall. Their eyes are sky blue and they have a few freckles dotting their skin. Delta is rather kind and a sweetheart, which is why they didn't want to bring any harm to others and ran away from home. Delta has a tendency of running away from their problems, but one day they may be faced with a problem that they just can't ignore.
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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Feb 12, 2022 16:42:28 GMT -5
HELIKE | Female | 31 years old | Blood giver, Traeterra | Bisexual | Helike's story begins with the classic trope of a young girl with several older brothers. They were raised in the merchant class, not wealthy, not poor, in the eastern reaches of Traeterra where the sun is warmest. She learned to fight from a young age out of necessity, but fell into it as a profession because she wasn't very good at anything else. She disliked books and the church and was not cut out to be a wife. So she did the natural thing: joining the war effort. Thankfully she is built for fighting, seeing as she's very tall and strong for a woman. She stands at about 5'10" without shoes on. Her build is long-limbed and muscular but not bulky. Her skin is olive-toned and tans easily. She has dark eyes and dark hair, which she generally keeps cut around her shoulders for practicality. Helike is quite beautiful, and not overly feminine. She has full lips, symmetrical brows, and an ease of movement characteristic of a seasoned fighter. There is a distinctive scar on her upper lip. She generally wears a light fur-lined vest, trousers, and boots. She also has several piercings on her ears.
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