[Magic] Medieval [&] Roleplay [Shifter]
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Update 1.29.16 - I've added a brief summary of Morgäna's history to my character sheet. Also, if you'd like to bring in another character, if it is possible: post it in our OOC forum! You can post it here if you'd like I figured it would be a lot neater in the OOC thread ouo' And if you have any plots in mind, feel free to voice it!
Synopsis
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My Character Sheet
Name Morgäna Uciliece
Age Unknown | Appears in her early twenties
Primary Shifting species Canidae/Wolf
An enigmatic plum base coats long tendrils which cloak the hushed, quieted woman. In possession of a sleek and slender body passed on from her mothers inevitable perfected grace and facade – yet she holds no coloring passed and intertwined of the brilliant reds, oranges or greens from either side. From the tip of her nose to the edges of her brows, is painted in true black, matching her paws and legs. “Stockings”. White stripes paint down her lower back to about a fourths length down her tail; the hairs of her tail extending in abnormal lengths. Longer than what would be deemed as normal. The platelets in her mouth are a brilliant white, matching her nickel-silver white pupil-less eyes.
Image Reference Advisory & Canine (Art (c) Me!)
Secondary Shifting Shadow Drake or "Wyvern"
Billowing mists gather and form into what appears to be a gaseous entity. It has neither shape nor form. A void of darkness looms like a haunting ghoul traipsing into the night. This form can appear to to have shape through deception of shadows giving off the appearance of a ghoulish draconian shadow.
"Human" Appearance
She stands at a petite 5”4 in height from head to the base of her toes. Body sculpts a genuine envious curvature and hourglass form. Her skin is unusually ghostly pale, harboring little color. Old scars render her skin, often hidden beneath drapery and dress. Her scarring, if ever noticed is exposed on her left front just beneath her collar bone and sternum, shoulder blade area. Dark muted plum naturally colors relatively long hair which is often pulled back into a single braid, or up in a loosely tied messy bun. Alabaster eyes gaze unyielding with spiraling disinterest and lofty unknown yearning. Pale lips rarely tug a smile, and often remain stoic and neutral.
Personality Like a wandering entity – a lost ghost found roaming listlessly with an empty purpose. Lingering in the mixed worlds of life and death until their work is completed, oddities and estranged behavior douses the young maiden. Beauty, a work of art she drowns in idolized admiration. While she has a habit of belittling herself, and perhaps contradicting herself in some sense. She finds herself to be a repulsive beast, being born the only child with the odd coloration compared to her siblings who predominately held the colors of red, and greens passed down from either parent. Admiring those whom she would deem to uphold the hostelry of beauty and glamor, Morgäna is quiet, silenced envious young woman keeping to herself with a small abrasion. Leaving her oft with a void, empty sense. Haunting like a lost ghoul. She only speaks when being spoken to and often found wandering listless with an aloft squandering glimpse of inquiry and inquisitive nature. A spool of darkness defined in a reserved hardly reclusive essence of serene tranquility entangled in her deep plum-indigo strands. With her questions stirring left and right, her facade conjures an expression almost impossible to read, decorating in a blank, stoic apathetic expression
Familiar Male white tiger; Name unknown. Black indigo eyes, often referred to as "Cat" or simply "Tiger" by Morgäna. Despite their mutual relationship; he is considered her "guardian" Reference Tiger Magic Morgäna wears an amethyst gem around her neck which seems to be in constant state of activity through small pulses of electrical current. Aside from this she has been practicing the manipulation of the elements. Predominately water and fire.
Weaknesses Any form of "Healing" magic has a negative effect meaning, anyone who tries to "help" or heal her will only worsen the current situation. Her wounds heal unusually slow.
- Shifting is incredibly painful (bones and muscles moving and changing)
- With the practice of the element of water, she is learning to manipulate (only) her blood (forbidden in Artanis) (Think blood bending only with ones own lifesource) Preforming this can produce severe bloodloss, and often lead to fainting, potentially death.
Extra Information
- Lantern made of pyrite is often found in hand or being carried by the tiger. Within the lantern is an indigo candle stick with an endless burning white flame. This was a gift given to her by a blind vagabond; the lantern is named or referred to as Envy.
- She is afraid of anything with antlers due to previous events (scarring)
- Notoriously stubborn.
- Despite her discomfort (fear) of other healers/mages or shamans, she does practice medicine in honor of her late sister.
- Having a percentage of Wyvern or Drake blood, she is one of the last few surviving nobles since the war however was deemed missing, however her identity is kept disclosed.
History | A child born from a man descendant of wolves and mother of dragons crowned Artanis which ruled both shifter and human blood. She was the youngest of five, and the only child born with her muted plum follicles. Her siblings either had jet black hair with strokes of a mint green like their father or deep crimson like their mother. She's often hated her overall appearance for looking so different, envious of her eldest, now deceased sister who she adored and cherished more than her own mother. Her sister had been studying with the shaman before they were both slain in start of the war. The remainder of her siblings were either enslaved or killed in combat. The battles that took place in Artanis often haunt and torment her dreams in a constant replay. Fleeing from the combat from antlered opponent and injured Morgäna fled from Artanis under the assumption that she wouldn't return. Whatever compelled her to return, she could never comprehend though she kept her identity concealed and returned to the kingdom to open a small clinic for those who were unable to afford the standard expenses, in honor of her sister.
Artanis Town Gates - Evening
Ravens crowed within the trees, perched so ominously among their branch as they loomed in overwatch. The sound of wooden wheels and the clicking of horse hooves or mule would parade through the town as families began to hurry away home as the sun would soon slip into his own slumbering quarters. Moon maiden light began to filter navy skies, accompanied by glittering specks. Pale fingers would brush against the cool cobblestone walls of taverns and market. Hood concealed her face, clothing appeared of a homely citizen, though accompanied by a rather large beast and lantern guide. “Where do we go tonight, Uciliece?” Lowly purr hummed from the white tiger beast in tenor-bass treble. Long tail impishly brushed upon white apron and dress. Rounded ears would twitch, hearing a small child coo in awe at the tigers appearance, begging the mother if he could go [I]touch[/i] the large white cat. Morgäna would cringe at the scoffing and scolding of the mother to keep away. Curses could be heard beneath her breath. A sigh would slip from her pale lips as she kept a tight hold of the pyrite metal, her other hand adjusting her hood to keep her face hidden. While there may have been others similar to she, it was difficult nevertheless. Some humans just opposed her kind. “The springs.” Cool words would whisper in quiet answer. “My clothes need washing, especially after tending to three births today.”
Since the recent war had subsided and being severely injured from her opponent; Morgäna had fled from the kingdom for a period of time, in fear of many number of things. Her draconian bloodline and wanting nothing to do with the title in which she had held at the time were only fragments. She was the youngest of five, her eldest sister studying with the high Priestess in medicinal magic, and her eldest brother was to become the next king at the time before his unannounced death. She had little time with her parents and often would wander off in late evening hours, going out into the forests only to be returned by flustered night-watch giving them a run for their money.
“The gates are closed, miss – it is after dark.” Two guards stood abruptly as they caught sight of the hooded woman and the tiger. Large wooden gate sealed a path between dark wood and market. The village was a days walk – even though she had no reason to go that far. No she had means for the springs by the mountain waterfall, just a few hours worth by foot. Only two by canine claws and a mere hour by flight. There was a hidden cove of hot springs she enjoyed bathing in. “By what regulation? I've been going to the springs every other evening.” This was news to her – though she was never one to upkeep the latest upkeep. She could go over the walls, however she wouldn't leave the tiger behind – and he would never let her hear the end of it.
((OOC: I suppose I could join another fantasy roleplay))
Name: Jason Sov Gender: Male Species: Human Age: 22 Appearance: Jason stands just barely at 5'11", with an average yet slightly slim structure adorned with an x-shaped scar across his chest. Jason has a relatively high muscle tone due to years of training to compliment his fair skin. His face is definitely masculine, although it does make him look four years younger than what he is, with a slightly ovular shape and relatively small nose. Silvery hair reaches just above the eyebrows to his piercing icey blue eyes. The young man can usually be found in his equally silvery yet battleworn half plate armor marked with steely scars of another kingdom, along with tattered royal blue cape draped over his shoulder. The former knight seems to always carry his longsword with him, although it has many scuffs and dings on it that would cause most people to question the silver weapon.
Personality: Although Jason may appear to be stoic and expressionless at times, he'll just about crack a smile at any joke you throw at him. He wears the façade of a knight that has had his fair share of battles around those on the streets, although once he's acquainted with someone he seems to almost lighten up to a point of slothfulness. He seems to have trouble talking about his past, only giving a small smile while his sapphire eyes stare aimlessly at the ground. He doesn't, however, let anyone touch his cape, no matter how tattered and hole-ridden it may be. Besides these small points, Jason is a loyal man to a point where he would follow you to hell and back and still call you friend.
Background: Years ago, Jason belonged to another kingdom, where he was raised and trained from a young age. He grew to be a highly-ranked knight amongst his people, however that kingdom soon fell into chaos, the king of that land driven to madness, and with no sustainable king, the people of the land fell into poverty. Jason, disgusted by what his home had become, had attempted to escape the kingdom. Newly labled as a traitor, Jason fought and killed those he used to call friend, their blood stainig his previously proud and shining blade. The wanderer made his way out of his former home, but not before facing his best friend on the field of battle. Jason and Matthew clashed, blade to blade, until there was a point where Jason was struck down to the ground. Rose-colored skies were painted behind the silhouette of Jason's former friend as he drew his sword into the calm air, but as Jason expected death, only tears came. Taking this moment of weakness, Jason drove his blade through Matthew's chest, but when he expected more tears to fall, only a raspy chuckle came. "You got me again." The dying knight said, before falling to his knees, the life drained from his eyes as he hit the dusty ground of the kingdom's border. Jason soon found his way to another kingdom filled with shape-shifting beings that lived in a shaky coexistence with humans. Now, with a new opportunity presented to him, Jason took the job as a hired blade in the king's army.
((I'll probably edit in an IC post))
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ooc: I'm highly interested in joining! I just wanted to express my interest now; I'll edit this post with a character sheet sometime later today! ^-^
My Character
Name: Vallyn (Val) Hewlock
Age: 23
Shifting Species: Raven
Image References: Human & Raven (Art (c) Aleksei Vinogradov and Adam Doyle, respectively)
"Human" Appearance: Vallyn is of average build in most aspects, standing at just 5‘5 and having a sturdy body rather than a curvy one. She has dark green eyes which are in stark contrast to her short red hair. She usually keeps her hood up, however, obscuring both of those features. Her skin is rather pale, and very faint freckles dot sparingly across her cheeks. She wears a set of black leather armor and a long, hooded black cloak. Around her waist is a belt holding an assortment of daggers. She also totes around a rather plain bow made of simple light wood and wrapped in black leather. (Ref)
Raven Appearance: In this form, she looks like any typical raven. However, the undersides of her wings have a red tint that match her hair, but it’s only visible when she is actually in flight.
Background and Personality: Vallyn seems cold at first, and is not quick to trust or make friends. She is quite the loner, and as such, has been traveling the land on her own since she was 18. She earns her money as a sellsword and assassin, never really questioning the things she is asked to do as long as she is being paid well enough. To strangers and most of her clients, she is simply known as Val. Despite her indifferent exterior and dark background, Vallyn has a soft spot for woodland animals and often spends a lot of her time wandering the woods and forests. When she was younger, she lived a quiet life in a village far away from Artanis. It was populated mostly by humans who had a strong fear and hatred of shifters, so her family had to keep quiet about their abilities. She was much more outgoing at this point in time, always making friends and playing with other kids in the village. However, when she was a teen, she put her trust in the wrong people, and disclosed her family’s secret one day to a young man whom she had a fondness for. He accepted her as she was, but spread her secret around the village to those who would not be so kind, and the village rose and burned her family’s home, which led to the death of her siblings and mother. Her father abandoned her because he blamed her for everything, and she ended up living alone in the woods for years, building survival skills and contempt for humans, with only the animals as company.
Magic: Over her right ear, Vallyn wears a cuff with black gems that denotes her ability to control the shadows. (Ref) This ability is mostly a defensive maneuver, allowing her to disappear into the darkness with little chance of being seen. However, she can also hide other people and animals in shadow, or momentarily blind them with darkness.
Weaknesses:
- In raven form, she cannot fly for long distances. Shifting takes a lot of energy and weakens her too much to fly more than 1000 feet.
- She has a fear of cats, large or small, which is heightened while in raven form.
- Her ability to manipulate shadows is almost useless in daytime, unless she is in a naturally dark area like the forest or an alley.
- She is only skilled at ranged combat and sneak attacks. If anything gets close to her, her fighting ability suffers drastically.
OOC// I will be back later! This weekend turned a little crazy at work!
SO EXCITED! :)
ooc:: I am also interested in this rp, but it's been a while and so I'm a bit rusty 😅 I will edit this post once I've finished fine-tuning my character if that is alright!
Edit: She is still a work in progress but I will tweak her as I go
Name: Athena (surname is currently unknown)
Age: Mid to late twenties
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Personality: Athena rarely has control of her emotions; she is quick to anger and often stubborn, but because she lives a life on the streets she has learned how to survive and is an expert in making quick decisions (even if they may not necessarily be the right decision). She is also quite paranoid, and rarely trusts others for fear of growing too close and losing them.
Abilities: Incredibly agile and quick, she can slink out of sight and into alley ways and open doors when needed. Athena is relatively strong for her small frame and has been trained to fight in close quarters, it's safe to mention that she's not very talented and only uses whatever skill she has to protect herself, and picked up a skill for small weapons like knives. She also has an uncanny knack for handling fire and small flames, and has been labeled a pyromaniac by those who know her throughout the kingdom.
Weaknesses: She is terrified of heights and refuses to be any higher than a few feet off the ground, which is quite detrimental when trying to get away from palace guards and she refuses to get to higher ground, but Athena’s greatest weakness is her inability to know when too much is too much. She often gets carried away and makes poor decisions because of this.
Appearance: Standing at 5’7, she is slender and boyish in figure with small breasts and long limbs. Although she appears weak, she has well developed muscles in her legs and upper body. Athena has tanned, caramel skin from spending so much time outdoors practicing her trade and long black tresses that she often keeps in a high ponytail so as to be out of her face. She has delicate features on her heart shaped face -that often make her appear younger than she actually is- with a soft mouth almost always found smirking, a slender and slightly upturned nose, as well as Amber eyes that are a bit too far apart. She is often found wearing some sort of bodysuit, with a brown leather jacket or duster and matching trousers (to cover burn scars from her childhood) tucked into a decaying pair of boots. Also on her body she keeps a bag slung over her shoulder containing a sheathed short sword and some sort of flammable liquid.
[Image Reference] Coming Soon!
Background: Athena was born to a young couple who owned a small bakery in the center of the town square. Her parents were kind folk and, although they had barely enough to provide for themselves, they often gave away stale bread and leftover pastries to the poor. When Athena was but a toddler, a fire started in the baking room of the bakery that quickly grew in size and engulfed most of the building. It is believed that Athena’s mother died an agonizing death as her bones and rotting flesh were discovered sheltering the young child when the fire was finally put out; Athena escaped the ordeal with minor cuts and burns on her body. She was soon taken in by her elderly grandmother, and they lived in her parents house for a few years until the woman's untimely death when Athena was around eleven years old. Instead of living in an orphanage, she chose to live on the streets. At first she traveled with a band of performers and soon found out she had a knack for “eating fire” and grew to develop a full routine, often including small knives and swords. Athena’s fiery temper and quick to action demeanor and one too many heated confrontations with the group’s leader, lead her to quit and perform her act solo. She made her home in a narrow alleyway and has lived this way ever since.
Ooc: - Thats perfectly alright :D - No worries, take your time!
& Lovely characters! I look forward to this roleplay ;u; This makes me so excited :'D
I've already got the starter post going! c:
I was in a few other rp's but they haven't had activity in a long time so I'm wondering if I may join this one? I'll post a CS upon permission (not sure how many you intend to have in here)
OOC: Feel free to pop in :D the more the merrier c: I haven't considered a limit yet ^^; At the moment the only thing up is the starter post I have up at the top. So feel free to hop on in if youd like c:!
(( I'm joining this! Just been busy, so I haven't had time to work on a skeleton, but I'll have one up by tomorrow night! :] ))
Shifter
Name: Ignatius Sandulius
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Shifter
Primary Shifting Species: Chameleon
Reference Image: Image
Human Appearance: Ignatius stands at about five foot seven with a thin figure and gangly limbs. His skin is very dark brown, almost black depending on the light. His eyes are a brilliant shade of blue standing out against his dark skin. He has a long, thin face with a hooked nose and large lips. Ignatius has long hair reaching to the middle of his back, but he keeps it in tight dreadlocks that he usually pulls into a bun or pony tail at the base of his neck to keep it out of his face. A thin beard hangs about his face as well, but the older he gets the less he likes it. He has several large scars running across his chest and back from being disciplined as a child. Generally speaking he wears tan breeches, a white tunic with billowy sleeves, a deep, forest green vest, a long brown leather coat, and deep brown leather boots. He carries a broadsword at his side as well as a whip and a pair of knives. He likes to be prepared for anything.
Personality: Coming from another land, Ignatius was taught a different set of skills. He was taught to respect the earth and the plants and animals that reside within it. This also means that he knows how to properly use the plants to his advantage and has good hunting skills. He’s incredibly smart and has an eye for shady characters. Before working under the King, Ignatius was a hired sword, so he worked with a lot of shady people, so he understands how they work and how to spot them in a crowd. When he began working for the King, Ignatius learned proper etiquette and thus can handle himself rather well in a high society. He was hired to act as the King’s personal guard, but has since been given the position as court convoy, speaking and fighting on the King’s behalf. This makes him excellent at negotiating and talking politics making decisions that will benefit the kingdom. He’s down to earth and kind hearted, but will not hesitate to harm you if his, or someone he cares about, life is in danger. He is deeply loyal and strong willed, so you make friends with him and you’ll have a friend for life.
Magic: Ignatius has the ability to predict the future. Generally speaking, they’re small and only predict things up to a two days in the future, but he has had larger visions that predict things up to months in advance. Those ones are vitally important and are never taken lightly. In order to obtain these images, he has to wear a silver ring with two serpents overlapping one another and one emerald in each of their eyes.
Weaknesses:
-Visions are limited to the person or object he is touching, so the images surround that person or object and what happens to them.
-As a chameleon, he is limited to changing coloring five times during each transformation
Extra Information: Ignatius comes from an island off the coast of Artanis. He is a convoy for his kingdom and is looking for land to conquer for his King.
Human
Name: Auberon Ailish
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance: Auberon is tall about five foot eleven with a bulky figure. He has broad shoulders and wide hips with pale skin. He has deep auburn hair that hangs across his forehead and into his dark brown eyes. He has freckles covering him from head to toe as well. He usually wears black breeches and a white tunic with black boots. He has several scars on his lower arms from patients grabbing at him and scraping him because of pain.
Personality: Compassion and kindness are his two number one personality traits. Being a healer, it is necessary that he knows how to talk to sick or injured patients. That doesn’t make him a push over though. He’s forceful when he needs to be doing whatever it takes to make sure a patient does what they’re told. He can come off as emotionless at times, especially when a patient is dying or when a patient has died. During the war, he spent a lot of time doing his job and skipping the compassion part of it. He needed to be able to help those who were severely injured and he couldn’t do that if he was dwelling on those who’d passed away. He needed his mind to be void of emotions, so he could focus on the clinical portions of his job. During peace times, his compassion is a lot more prevalent and it allows him to be better at his job. Outside of his job, he’s light hearted and witty enjoying jokes and laughter.
Extra Information: He is a healer. He owns his own hospital and tends to patients on a regular basis. He was taught to be a doctor by his Mother who passed the hospital down to him.
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hey btw there is a button to the right of the screen looks like a megaphone that will ping a user that way you don't accidentally ping the wrong user
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My Armory! DM if you want to borrow
ooc/ Okay if I join?
Name: Leeda Elsmere
Age: 21
Shifting Species: Mouse and Tabby cat
Appearance: Leeda is a slim female, barely 100 lbs and stands around 5'2. She has bright hazel eyes, a slightly larger than average nose, and unremarkable lips. Her hair is medium brown and hangs below her shoulders, usually in a braid. Over and across her left eye are three scratch marks from her eyebrow to her cheek. Typically she wears a green shirt covered by a leather vest, tan pants, and knee-high leather boots. Around her waist she keeps a small dagger, and a pouch for coins attached to a well-worn belt. In her boots she keeps a set of lock picks and a throwing knife.
As a mouse she is rather unremarkable, brown with a white underbelly. She would look like any other mouse you'd find lurking around a kitchen.
Leeda's tabby cat shape is tall and long, with white paws and tail-tip. Her left ear is torn and rough. Her fur is scruffy and dull, looking more like an alley-cat than a pampered housecat. Her eyes are golden in color.
Background: Leeda was orphaned around four years old and struggled to get by in her village but she always felt like something was missing so she left around ten years old to find a better life. Being young and hungry she learned to steal and pickpocket, although she wasn't very good at it. An older thief caught her trying to steal an apple from a vendor and took pity on the small girl. He seemed to know she was a shifter, something she had forgotten about over the years as she hid her skill, afraid of what the villagers would do to her. This thief taught her how to steal quietly, and how to use her newly rediscovered shape-shifting skill. They worked together as a team for years until he taught her everything he knew. Except how to kill, he would not teach her and she did not want to learn. One night she woke up to find him entering her room with a knife, ready to end her life. Fearing for her life she shifted into a mouse and escaped. She moved to Artanis, hoping to have a (relatively) safe life as a thief at eighteen years old. She's made it on her own since as a rogue, preferring cat-burglary (no pun intended) over pick-pocketing. For the most part she's managed to fly under the radar of anybody who might be out to catch her.
Personality: Leeda has always been a cautious person, learning to hide what she is at an early age. She does not trust well and would prefer to flee rather than to fight. If she has to make any choices she looks out for herself first. Although she leads a questionable lifestyle and works outside the law she will defend her country to keep it quiet. She doesn't want anything endangering the life she has. She can get offended easily, but has learned to mostly keep her tongue in check.
Weaknesses: She prefers flight over fight, unless she is being insulted. Not a very skilled liar She has a soft spot for animals. It's the only thing she'll put her life on the line for besides herself. She's not very good at living outside of the city.
do we continue onto your post whenever we're ready? or do you want to wait until the others who said they would join post a character sheet?
[sorry for taking so long]
Name: Orion Age: 23 Race: shifter
Shift appearance: Orion shifts into a large black wolf covered in lighter colored, naturally occurring markings in his fur that match the tribal markings in his human form. His wolf form is about twice the size of a normal wolf and has blackened eyes with piercing red irises, the left of which is scarred and slightly discolored. He is able to speak when in wolf form with a low voice that is naturally half-growl.
Human appearance: despite his appearance as a wolf, Orion's human appearance is more... Withdrawn. He wears a dark grey, long-sleeved shirt the sleeves of which have been worn and torn down to the middle of his forearms. Over this he wears a black, high-collared hardened leather vest. The buckled collar rises to just cover his mouth while his thick, unruly black hair hides most of the rest of his face except his colorless eyes. The piercing white of his irises fills with red as he changes. He wears rude-fit, black leather pants and nine-inch, buckled boots. His body is lean, slim, and fit. His fingernails are permanently tainted black from repeated transformation which brings him closer to being a permanent wolf every time. His skin itself is pale like the light of the moon, but is covered from neck to toe with tribal tattoos that double as runes to enhance his magic. The final piece of his appearance is a long, black, cloth headband that he wears at an angle to cover his left eye.
Personality: Orion has a broken personality that is coupled with an outcasted air. He's hurt by something terrible from his past and is angry at the world for casting him out. He tends to stay away from people despite his strong sense of empathy, and maintains the tortured soul cliché.
History: Orion was part of a tribe of shifters in a woodland settlement to the east of the kingdom. He was one of the hunters for the group due to his shift form, but when they found out he had a bloodline leading to the royals that cast them out, he was beaten and shunned. This was how his eye was damaged. He was left for dead in the forest when an unsuspecting group of pilgrims found him and brought him to their abbey. There his wounds were treated and he was housed for a year. When his nature was discovered, however, they too castes him out into the wilderness. He has been trying to find his path ever since.
Magic: Although he prefers to fight physically in his shift form, Orion is a gifted user of wind magic. His abilities primarily reside in making himself move faster with wind currents, and deflecting incoming attacks. He also dabbles in simple fire magic, but only enough to light a candle or spark kindling for a camp fire.
Weaknesses: Orion is easily hurt, and let's himself get distracted by his emotions. His lack of trust often leaves him alone at times when he needs help from others. In addition, his damaged eye can sometimes effect his ability to perform in battle, as it is a fairly recent defect that he isn't quite used to yet.
OOC: : Whenever you're ready to jump in go right ahead! : Welcome :D - No worries, love your character sheet. And to tag everyone else (I hope I got everyone)
Everyone is welcome to go ahead and pop into roleplay. You all have wonderful characters! I apologize if you have been waiting on me! My starter is in my first post and you can either go from that or not, its entirely up to you. Just be sure to ping whoever it is you're approaching, ect. I'm excited for this and I look forward to roleplaying with each of you :D!
We may have one other person joining and I may cap it there after for the time being just so it doesn't get too cluttered, would everyone be okay with this? Also if you do have any questions you are welcome to SMail me as well! I will be back on tonight after 9pm EST if you do not hear from me right away. Keep a look out for little updates here and there either in my first post or in the planning thread which is linked in the first one. Rules won't be added unless its absolutely necessary - but roleplay updates just to keep everyone up to date on whats going on in game.
ooc: yay this is exciting! Everyone has such unique characters! I'm gonna go ahead and start. ^-^
ic: Perched among the other ravens in the trees, Vallyn observed the townsfolk hurry back to their homes as the sky darkened. People were so eager to return home before dark, but she knew that the darkest hours were the best to be outside. The woods would be alive with the gentle murmur of wildlife, and the animals would wander freely, unafraid of human interference. Darkness felt like home to her, and she reveled in it.
Her feathers ruffled as she heard voices approaching the gate beneath her. It seemed unusual to her that a townsperson would want to be out after dark, and she eyed the path to the gate with interest. She spotted a woman approaching, hood up and obscuring her face, and not far behind her was a tiger. He was one of the biggest cats Vallyn had ever seen. Caught off guard by the animal, she let out an unintentional screech, startling the other ravens around her. Together, they flew from the branches in a flurry of feathers and shrieks. Vallyn split from the rest of the group and soared out into the deeper part of the woods. It wasn't long before her wings grew tired and she dropped gracefully out of the sky, transforming back into a human as she landed, crouched in a clearing between the trees.
"Maybe I shouldn't stay here long, if having tigers as pets is the norm around here," She muttered to herself, while maneuvering through the trees to her current camp. She rummaged through the underbrush to find where she had stashed her weapons before transforming. She tightened the belt of daggers back around her waist and slung her bow over her shoulder hastily.
"Let's see what else I can find out here," She thought before wandering off into the shadows of the trees.
Orion let out the breath he had been holding since the crow woman had appeared. He remained hidden behind his tree, though as he watched her gather her belt and bow. She was beautiful in a strong kind of way. She looked like she could hold her own. All he more reason to stay away. It was hard enough to mentally prepare for a trip into town. He was already high in his gaurd, so having to worry about another person was beyond his comfort.
She was far enough away that the Orion could move as long as he was quiet, so he checked around the tree. Making sure she was in his line of sight, he did a quick scan of the woods ahead and prepared himself mentally for the task at hand. He hated the city. Too many people that wanted to rob him, hurt him or worse. He was better off alon, but the wound over his left eye had opened up again, and was beginning to turn greenish. He needed medical attention, and there was no way around that.
He took his first step and cringed as a stick snapped with a percussive crack under his boot. Frozen in place, he looked back toward the woman, hoping she had made her way far enough not to hear his stupid mistake.
She lay with her head rested on the bank of the hot spring using her bundle of clothing as a pillow, her eyes fluttering open and closed peacefully. In the distance she could see the sun starting to dip beneath the tree line and she sunk a little further into the scalding water in order to cover a modest portion of her obsidian hair. Extreme temperatures rarely bothered her and she rather enjoyed this little spot. It was like her own personal heaven in an unforgiving world.
Athena had been awake since the wee hours of the morning, performing in the town square until her throat and limbs were sore. Her act had come along beautifully in the last several years and had grown to include fire juggling as well as her typical fire-swallowing routine. She made an honest living traveling to different lands and performing, but she could never stray far from home. She scoffed, "Home? HA!" Athena was human, but was often shunned for her fire wielding skills, hence why she would sometimes have to pack up shop and run. Most of the townsfolk she met strictly believed that only shifters should perform the unnatural, which angered her and made her an outcast. Today had been such a day for her; she had almost been run out of town by palace guards after a group of men raised their voices and made a scene when a convoy of some important folk came by. She just narrowly escaped capture. This had been happening more and more frequently, and she had been thinking if it was time to move on; Athena hadn't performed elsewhere in almost a year.
Rubbing her numb, tanned limbs, she stood up right and took a few moments to stretch as the last of the daylight vanished. In the distance she heard crows - no wait, Ravens? - off in the distance, and quickly frightened she scrambled to get out of the hot spring. Athena stood naked as she rung the water from her hair and proceeded to quickly put on the clothes that had been laying on the bank. With a quick scan around the cove she snatched up her bag and shoved her jacket into it. With a flip of her hair, she trudged into the trees.