Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 24, 2016 9:45:52 GMT -8
Neva was no peeping Tom though, and had no desire to watch the woman bathe, regardless of how attractive she was, her curiosity did not extend that far, but Giselle would find that her bath felt far more invigorating than normal, a simple trick that Neva used to restore energy, gifted to the shipwrecked.
She followed to the edge of the jungle before transforming again, this time to a medium sized crocodile with draconic influences and slightly strange coloration. The crocodile slithered across the beach, within eyesight if the camp if they were looking about, and into the ocean, typical crocodile behavior during the day to keep cool, even if her eyes did remain fixed on the camp.
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Registered: May 19, 2024 16:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 18:21:46 GMT -8
"Tres bien." She murmured, glancing over her shoulder because she was starting to get the feeling they were being watched. She sighed and was off again, wandering toward the forest once more, needing to occupy her mind. With being so restless, she didn't circle back like normal, but kept walking toward the central part of the island...
<exit to Misha Island - the heart>
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Jul 26, 2016 19:00:56 GMT -8
Ripper finds what he was looking for and hauls it back to the beach. It's another few hours, but he gets the last wall in place and a door. Not a fancy one, but it could be latched closed. Ripper looks up at the sky, it's getting dark. He looks around the camp, where were Laila and the girl?
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Registered: May 19, 2024 16:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 21:42:12 GMT -8
As if the thought of her name had summoned her, Laila burst from the surf with a patched-up net full of fish and shellfish thrown over her shoulder. The blue-skinned shape of her wereshark form faded away, leaving her clad in nothing but her underclothes as she trudged up to the fire, turning coppery eyes upon Ripper. There was a tension about her that came only from being awake for more than twenty-four hours that resulted in a snappishness that could be dangerous. It would be wise for her to sleep soon, or someone was likely going to get mauled. Dropping the net and its contents down upon a flat sand-free rock near the flames, she growled out words.
"Where's th' wench?"
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Jul 27, 2016 15:48:45 GMT -8
Ripper turns to Laila. She was in one of her moods, she'd eviscerate him once when she was in a mood. It hadn't been fun. Yawning he looks around and says sounding bored.
"Dunno, I was building the shelter...aaaaaaawwwwwwww.... When I finished she was gone, so were you...."
He yawns again then pokes around for a minute. It wasn't very windy and it doesn't take him long to find the tracks leading into the jungle.
"She moved in land..."
Yawning he moves to the edge of the jungle and inspects the tracks for a few minutes.
"Hmmm, few hours ago. So she's probably in trouble."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 15:51:52 GMT -8
Hearing his words, Laila's sharp coppery gaze turned toward the island's heart, and a low growl rumbled in her chest. Well, if she couldn't sleep, she'd just have to go kill something. Lugging the net back over to the water, she secured it in a tide pool just deep enough to keep all the critters inside alive, then started toward the island's interior, her body changing shape back into her wereshark form as she went, speaking in a growl.
"Then let's go find 'er an' prob'ly kill whate'er is 'asslin' 'er, yeah?"
<Exit>
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Jul 28, 2016 15:03:42 GMT -8
Ripper yawns and watches Laila transform. He found odd that her under clothes never seemed to tear under the strain of the transformation. He doesn't really want to tag along, but he also doesn't want Laila to yell at him. So with a sigh he follows her into the jungle. Besides it was probably for the best he tagged along. Someone may need healing.
<Exit>
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