Aubrey
New
do not touch triplet
Roleplay posts: 7 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Aubrey resembles Bishop's and Zodiac's frame, being 5'10" and thin, being a triplet with them. There is only subtle differences that are noticeable between them, despite their differing genders. She has a slightly higher voice, that is very tricky to notice, and carries herself in a more direct gait.
Her face is soft and immature, making her appear younger then what her age may appear. Her eyes are a shade of blueish purple. Unlike Bishop and Zodiac, she is more orderly and chooses to take time to manage her physical appearance. Her face appears more immaculate and kept, unlike Bishop. Her hair is white and curly, reaching down to her neck past her jawline.
Clothes and Equipment: A short steel dagger, used primarily for wilderness uses.
She wears a green tunic, lined with ornate golden patterns upon the sleeves. On her waist, she wears a leather belt, hoisted to it a single large bag. Over her tunic she wears a darker green cloak, bound upon the centre by a red-bow. The outside of the cloak has the same golden lining as on her sleeves, but in a triangular pattern.
She wears a green cap upon his head, of both the lighter green of his tunic and the darker green of the cloak, the lighter green of the cap situated upon the sides, while the darker green situated upon the middle of the cap. The light green is edged with golden lines and a single, golden symbol is upon the very centre of the cap.
Her trousers are the same colour as her tunic, with the same patterns upon the bottom of them, at the ankles. She wears leather boots, new and shiny. She hasn't been on the road for long and is inexperienced.
Player's online availability : every now and again
Registered: Dec 20, 2016 18:48:46 GMT -8
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Post by Aubrey on Dec 22, 2016 20:16:37 GMT -8
The Undergrowth
A vastly overgrown grassy clearing, dotted with all manner of flora, and populated with the smallest of wildlife. Vines snaked around, choking the weakest of the trees and bushes. Each plant sprung towards the sky, reaching desperately for the sun, shadowing those who could not. Those who cannot reach the sky quickly die, and are replaced. The plants here grow supernaturally fast - growing several inches per day, an aftermath of a magical experiment gone wrong. It is a place of nature and solely nature only. No human could live in such a place. It is dark and foreboding. Those who attempt to navigate the place will likely become lost, and will fall prey to the plants. As tranquil as they may seem, they are hostile, in ways you wouldn't expect. |
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Aubrey
New
do not touch triplet
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 19
Physical Description: Aubrey resembles Bishop's and Zodiac's frame, being 5'10" and thin, being a triplet with them. There is only subtle differences that are noticeable between them, despite their differing genders. She has a slightly higher voice, that is very tricky to notice, and carries herself in a more direct gait.
Her face is soft and immature, making her appear younger then what her age may appear. Her eyes are a shade of blueish purple. Unlike Bishop and Zodiac, she is more orderly and chooses to take time to manage her physical appearance. Her face appears more immaculate and kept, unlike Bishop. Her hair is white and curly, reaching down to her neck past her jawline.
Clothes and Equipment: A short steel dagger, used primarily for wilderness uses.
She wears a green tunic, lined with ornate golden patterns upon the sleeves. On her waist, she wears a leather belt, hoisted to it a single large bag. Over her tunic she wears a darker green cloak, bound upon the centre by a red-bow. The outside of the cloak has the same golden lining as on her sleeves, but in a triangular pattern.
She wears a green cap upon his head, of both the lighter green of his tunic and the darker green of the cloak, the lighter green of the cap situated upon the sides, while the darker green situated upon the middle of the cap. The light green is edged with golden lines and a single, golden symbol is upon the very centre of the cap.
Her trousers are the same colour as her tunic, with the same patterns upon the bottom of them, at the ankles. She wears leather boots, new and shiny. She hasn't been on the road for long and is inexperienced.
Player's online availability : every now and again
Registered: Dec 20, 2016 18:48:46 GMT -8
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Post by Aubrey on Dec 26, 2016 3:59:09 GMT -8
She was lost. A wrong turn, here and there, and here she had ended up. This imposing jungle. Well, not a jungle. A foresty-jungle. It was also a bit more temperate. And had less leeches. And tigers. And tropical disease. At least that's an upside. She'd read about these things in her Wilderness Survival Guide by Elber Smith. She hadn't brought that book. Now thinking about it, she probably should have. Each step she took had no end goal, she had no-where to go, and was utterly disorientated. She pushed away a branch, trying her very best not to dirty her garb. She continued on, towards a hopeful hole in the forest, a light at the end of the tunnel, a chance to escape.
Nothing.
No way to leave.
She was lost.
Out of sheer desperation, she had only one choice. She whipped out her satchel, lifting out one of her books. She let her hands feel the treated leather of the tome. It was enchanted. She tapped twice on one end, unlocking it. Now, which page. She flicked through... checking.. checking... where was it... here it is! She triumphantly lifted the book up, lifting the book closer to her face. Aubrey analysed the lines, watching each word like a hawk, incessant on finding the information she needed.
Shining Beacon. That was the spells name. She read all the mumbo-jumbo for the incantation. You needed to say this word, this word and this word... she repeated the incantation under her breath, drilling it into her memory how she must say it.
"Petrus affala toreecz al parena!"
She sounded like an idiot, pointing her finger towards the sky. You could almost tell she was a terrible magician. However terrible she may be at magic, she seemed to have gotten lucky. Light sprayed from her fingertips, a golden ball firing itself through the forest canopy, creating a blatant signal. It would be visible from miles away. Hopefully someone could help her. Anyone.
But she didn't know if anyone had received that. All she could do was wait. In the quiet, foreboding and dark forest.
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Rowen
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Rowen on Dec 29, 2016 17:21:29 GMT -8
Tink, a soft metallic chime reverberated throughout the surrounding area as the ball tipped-end of the lance struck against a moss covered stone. Vibrations shivered along the length of the shaft Imperceptible to any around him as the sound washed over the surrounding rocks like waves lapping gently against the shore. A figure stood amidst the trees; a near statuesque form motionless as he drew in his surrounding though not by sight. The feel of the soft moss underfoot; the sounds of the forest which seemed absent most creatures. The scent of leaves. The crisp fresh air. Long raven locks danced wildly upon either shoulder, unkempt and disheveled resembled the tendrils of roots that crept along the ground , flowing freely upon the wind before finally settling against his back. The man donned a simple white cloak held together by a leaf-shaped clasp, though seemed to wear little else. The fabric concealed his form easily enough giving the male an appearance of ambiguity; though from the part in the fabric one would be able to see that the male was actually quite thin almost to an unhealthy degree and he was covered almost completely in long strands of white bandages , which coiled about his torso and limbs preserving some form of modesty.
-The light radiating from the ball released by Aubrey easily pierced the canopy, causing shadows to writhe and dance across the males’ form. Though it made little difference to Rowen. Light or dark it was all the same. Yet the faint trail of essence lingered and stirred the air. A breath almost a sigh pushed the tops of the tress causing their leaves to rustle and their branches to clatter. The male merely listened to the sounds of the forest as a soft gale of wind tugged lightly at his cloak. Nature’s song, a tree among a forest. Perhaps simply there was no meaning to it. After a while it seemed like the male might not move at all when finally he took a step in the direction of the orb. – perhaps it was mere coincidence . There was a certain familiarity in those steps as if the male had lived there all his life – each step deliberate as he moved through the forest avoiding pitfalls and navigating the most manageable path with relative ease. Though he soon stopped once more once he covered a fair distance, striking the butt of the lance against the ground once more- it was almost ritualistic how evenly paced the distance.
It was a rather unusual forest that the male had found himself in. The plants seemed to grow a little too quickly and he had lingered long enough to realize. Though he made no effort to leave the forest and despite the oddity. Rowen seemed to blend into the setting as if simply belonging. He continued in the direction of the h orb despite no knowledge of its presence until he found the source of the anomaly or they found him.
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