Serr of Icefall
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Roleplay posts: 18 
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like most male Irador Serr is small. Standing 4'11" tall. His delicate white hair is often tied into a ponytail. His bangs are kept out of his eyes by little nub-like horns towards the edge of his forehead. His body is lean but fit, and his delicate skin is on the darker side compared to most of the people he has met during his travels. He has several large scars on his back and tattoos that run from the left side of his chest and back to the fingertips on his left hand.
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Clothes and Equipment: Due to his incredibly high body temperature, Serr wears comparably little clothing, a simple vest and pants to cover his modesty while allowing him to remain cool in the current climate he isn't familiar with.
He carries a hand axe and a large bone staff.
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Registered: Jan 23, 2017 22:26:39 GMT -8
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Post by Serr of Icefall on Jan 25, 2017 14:32:55 GMT -8
Serr of Icefall carefully stepped through the underbrush. He kept his ice magic going to keep himself cool enough to continue. The young Iradorian was the one of first of his kind to leave the arctic wastes in centuries. As he passed a light layer of frost covered the leaves. He reached a small parting in the trees. He was so hungry from the almost constant mana burn, but he forged on into the forest.
Serr continued to travel until he came across another clearing in the forest, a small trail of frost and frozen ground followed him, there was a small stream that trickled before him. He traced his fingers in it. He looked at the stream again, noticing a large school of fish passing, his trained eyes stared at them for a quick second before he pointed his finger and at one. "Blessings of the Ice Mother, grant my prey a quick and painless release." A bolt of ice shot from his finger skewering the fish, killing it instantly. He waded into the water to retrieve the large fish and bring it back to land, where he froze it and put it away in his satchel.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 14:34:54 GMT -8
From out of the corner of his eye, Serr would see a shadowy figure from the treeline. Although they were masked by darkness, their demonic appearance was obvious- its curved horns stuck out of the shadows and its goat legs were crouched as the figured stared at him with its surprisingly bright green eyes.
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Serr of Icefall
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like most male Irador Serr is small. Standing 4'11" tall. His delicate white hair is often tied into a ponytail. His bangs are kept out of his eyes by little nub-like horns towards the edge of his forehead. His body is lean but fit, and his delicate skin is on the darker side compared to most of the people he has met during his travels. He has several large scars on his back and tattoos that run from the left side of his chest and back to the fingertips on his left hand.
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Clothes and Equipment: Due to his incredibly high body temperature, Serr wears comparably little clothing, a simple vest and pants to cover his modesty while allowing him to remain cool in the current climate he isn't familiar with.
He carries a hand axe and a large bone staff.
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Registered: Jan 23, 2017 22:26:39 GMT -8
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Post by Serr of Icefall on Jan 25, 2017 14:40:43 GMT -8
Serr, caught a glance of the eyes and almost leaped up in surprise. They were intense like the women of his tribe's but less tempered more... feral. As he looked carefully, he saw what he'd read about in his tribe's library. A distant relative of his species, though, one less unified. A Tiefling. He readied an immobilisation spell just in case as he stared back at her. He took some bread out of his satchel and held it out to her. "Would you like this?" His voice was high, but still vaguely masculine.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 14:44:15 GMT -8
The figured jumped a little, startled as Serr spoke. It retreated behind a tree before peeking back out. Sniffing sounds could be heard as the creature came out from the shadows, crawling on all fours. A young girl, barely 8, with demonic horns and legs looked at him fearfully as she moved closer, keeping her eyes fixated on Serr's own. The girl sniffed the bread in his hand, her imp tail twitching like a cat's once in a while.
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Serr of Icefall
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like most male Irador Serr is small. Standing 4'11" tall. His delicate white hair is often tied into a ponytail. His bangs are kept out of his eyes by little nub-like horns towards the edge of his forehead. His body is lean but fit, and his delicate skin is on the darker side compared to most of the people he has met during his travels. He has several large scars on his back and tattoos that run from the left side of his chest and back to the fingertips on his left hand.
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Clothes and Equipment: Due to his incredibly high body temperature, Serr wears comparably little clothing, a simple vest and pants to cover his modesty while allowing him to remain cool in the current climate he isn't familiar with.
He carries a hand axe and a large bone staff.
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Registered: Jan 23, 2017 22:26:39 GMT -8
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Post by Serr of Icefall on Jan 25, 2017 14:57:04 GMT -8
Serr sat carefully, his own whip-like tail waving slowly. As she approached he lowered the amount of mana lowering the area's temperature. He gently placed his other hand out for her. He wasn't sure how else to approach her. He wasn't just going to leave her out here though. Mother frost would never approve of that.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 15:02:09 GMT -8
As the area begin to cool, the girl retracted her hand and hissed, moving away with a terrifying amount of speed. She was on all fours, arching her back up to make her look larger, baring her dagger-like teeth and growling in a high pitched voice. Her tail wrapped around her leg.
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Serr of Icefall
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like most male Irador Serr is small. Standing 4'11" tall. His delicate white hair is often tied into a ponytail. His bangs are kept out of his eyes by little nub-like horns towards the edge of his forehead. His body is lean but fit, and his delicate skin is on the darker side compared to most of the people he has met during his travels. He has several large scars on his back and tattoos that run from the left side of his chest and back to the fingertips on his left hand.
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Clothes and Equipment: Due to his incredibly high body temperature, Serr wears comparably little clothing, a simple vest and pants to cover his modesty while allowing him to remain cool in the current climate he isn't familiar with.
He carries a hand axe and a large bone staff.
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Registered: Jan 23, 2017 22:26:39 GMT -8
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Post by Serr of Icefall on Jan 25, 2017 15:23:22 GMT -8
Serr dropped the bread and backed up, completely dropping his frost field to the absolute minimum, his body immediately starting to sweat as the heat of the forest buffeted him. He wanted to give her space. She kind of reminded him of a young wolf.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 15:29:33 GMT -8
The girl dropped the defensive posture slowly and worked her way back to the bread. Once she was close enough, she snatched it up and dashed back a bit, sitting down and devouring the bread as though she hadn't eaten in years.
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Serr of Icefall
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like most male Irador Serr is small. Standing 4'11" tall. His delicate white hair is often tied into a ponytail. His bangs are kept out of his eyes by little nub-like horns towards the edge of his forehead. His body is lean but fit, and his delicate skin is on the darker side compared to most of the people he has met during his travels. He has several large scars on his back and tattoos that run from the left side of his chest and back to the fingertips on his left hand.
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Clothes and Equipment: Due to his incredibly high body temperature, Serr wears comparably little clothing, a simple vest and pants to cover his modesty while allowing him to remain cool in the current climate he isn't familiar with.
He carries a hand axe and a large bone staff.
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Registered: Jan 23, 2017 22:26:39 GMT -8
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Post by Serr of Icefall on Jan 25, 2017 15:42:43 GMT -8
Serr got closer to her holding out his hand. He was so hot, but he slowly approached her. "Child?" She was small, even for him. He reached out for her again wanting her to come closer.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 15:57:14 GMT -8
After she finished the bread, she looked over to Serr again. She sniffed his hand, cautiously approaching him. Eventually she was close enough to pet, standing up to her full height of a whopping 4 feet. She looked at him intently, her tail flicking back and forth every once in a while.
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Serr of Icefall
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like most male Irador Serr is small. Standing 4'11" tall. His delicate white hair is often tied into a ponytail. His bangs are kept out of his eyes by little nub-like horns towards the edge of his forehead. His body is lean but fit, and his delicate skin is on the darker side compared to most of the people he has met during his travels. He has several large scars on his back and tattoos that run from the left side of his chest and back to the fingertips on his left hand.
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Clothes and Equipment: Due to his incredibly high body temperature, Serr wears comparably little clothing, a simple vest and pants to cover his modesty while allowing him to remain cool in the current climate he isn't familiar with.
He carries a hand axe and a large bone staff.
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Registered: Jan 23, 2017 22:26:39 GMT -8
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Post by Serr of Icefall on Jan 25, 2017 16:47:29 GMT -8
Serr reached out, trying to stroke her hair, gently, as he would to a wolf pup. He let his tail relax, letting her know that he was like her. He stared back at her, weighing his options. She was clearly a feral child, and he'd never had any experience raising children. But... hey, if he could get her to a better place, then Mother Frost would surely approve of that.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 16:51:30 GMT -8
At first she flinched as Serr brought his hand in but eventually she relaxed and let him pet her. She begin to purr, relaxing her hands. Her tail wagged rapidly. Eventually she lost her fear and replaced it with a very toothy grin.
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Serr of Icefall
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like most male Irador Serr is small. Standing 4'11" tall. His delicate white hair is often tied into a ponytail. His bangs are kept out of his eyes by little nub-like horns towards the edge of his forehead. His body is lean but fit, and his delicate skin is on the darker side compared to most of the people he has met during his travels. He has several large scars on his back and tattoos that run from the left side of his chest and back to the fingertips on his left hand.
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Clothes and Equipment: Due to his incredibly high body temperature, Serr wears comparably little clothing, a simple vest and pants to cover his modesty while allowing him to remain cool in the current climate he isn't familiar with.
He carries a hand axe and a large bone staff.
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Registered: Jan 23, 2017 22:26:39 GMT -8
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Post by Serr of Icefall on Jan 25, 2017 19:58:45 GMT -8
Serr smiled very very slowly decreasing the temperature around him allowing his body to cool off. He pet her more and pulled himself closer, smiling back. He reached into his satchel again and pulled out the other piece of bread for her. "There we go, sweetie. Have some bread."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 20:23:51 GMT -8
The girl took the bread and began eating it. She looked up to Serr for a moment.
"Tarwagos weetee," She begin to mimic, "Havsom brad."
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Serr of Icefall
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like most male Irador Serr is small. Standing 4'11" tall. His delicate white hair is often tied into a ponytail. His bangs are kept out of his eyes by little nub-like horns towards the edge of his forehead. His body is lean but fit, and his delicate skin is on the darker side compared to most of the people he has met during his travels. He has several large scars on his back and tattoos that run from the left side of his chest and back to the fingertips on his left hand.
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Clothes and Equipment: Due to his incredibly high body temperature, Serr wears comparably little clothing, a simple vest and pants to cover his modesty while allowing him to remain cool in the current climate he isn't familiar with.
He carries a hand axe and a large bone staff.
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Registered: Jan 23, 2017 22:26:39 GMT -8
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Post by Serr of Icefall on Jan 25, 2017 21:15:04 GMT -8
He smiled, stroking her hair more there were knots and tangles in her hair, that he desperately wanted to comb out. Not to mention she was rather dirty. Poor girl. She must have been out here for so long. He kept stroking her before his hand came to rest on one of her horns and he gently stroked it. They were dull and dirty and he frowned he really wanted to wash them.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 22:25:44 GMT -8
"Havsom brad! Havsom brad!" She repeated happily. After finishing the food she gestured for more. Her tail swished back and forth quickly now and although she had monstrous features straight from the lowest pits of Hell it was quite clear she was behaving like a normal, happy child now.
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Serr of Icefall
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like most male Irador Serr is small. Standing 4'11" tall. His delicate white hair is often tied into a ponytail. His bangs are kept out of his eyes by little nub-like horns towards the edge of his forehead. His body is lean but fit, and his delicate skin is on the darker side compared to most of the people he has met during his travels. He has several large scars on his back and tattoos that run from the left side of his chest and back to the fingertips on his left hand.
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Clothes and Equipment: Due to his incredibly high body temperature, Serr wears comparably little clothing, a simple vest and pants to cover his modesty while allowing him to remain cool in the current climate he isn't familiar with.
He carries a hand axe and a large bone staff.
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Registered: Jan 23, 2017 22:26:39 GMT -8
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Post by Serr of Icefall on Jan 26, 2017 14:56:29 GMT -8
Serr frowned to himself a little, she was so happy and it was absolutely adorable. His own stomach growled loudly, as he looked away sheepishly. All he had was the unprepared frozen fish and a few hunks of jerky. He sighed and looked down, "Mother Frost provides for those guardians of life. Take only what's needed to survive and give the rest to others." He reached into his bag and pulled out all but one hunk of jerky and handed it to her. It was seal jerky made of mostly lean muscle smeared with salted lard but she didn't need to know that, while he chewed on the last piece.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 15:02:41 GMT -8
The girl looked at him as he spoke.
"...Mothafros? Havesom brad Mothafros?" She attempted to mimic. She silently chewed the jerky, contemplating something. Tapping her chin she looked to the forest and ran back into the brush with lightning speed. Rustling could be heard before silence for a full minute. Suddenly rustling, followed by a shrill squeak and finally a snapping of bone could be heard. Moments later the girl walked back out holding a rabbit, its neck broken in two, in her hands. She held it up to Serr.
"Mothafros!" She said happily.
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Serr of Icefall
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like most male Irador Serr is small. Standing 4'11" tall. His delicate white hair is often tied into a ponytail. His bangs are kept out of his eyes by little nub-like horns towards the edge of his forehead. His body is lean but fit, and his delicate skin is on the darker side compared to most of the people he has met during his travels. He has several large scars on his back and tattoos that run from the left side of his chest and back to the fingertips on his left hand.
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Clothes and Equipment: Due to his incredibly high body temperature, Serr wears comparably little clothing, a simple vest and pants to cover his modesty while allowing him to remain cool in the current climate he isn't familiar with.
He carries a hand axe and a large bone staff.
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Registered: Jan 23, 2017 22:26:39 GMT -8
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Post by Serr of Icefall on Jan 26, 2017 15:11:44 GMT -8
Serr could only cock his head in surprise as she ran off, and with absurd speed came back with a dead rabbit. He'd always wondered what they tasted like. He swallowed his bite of jerky and stroked her head. "Mother Frost be praised." He decided, that at the very least, he would help this wonderful little child. He pointed to himself, "Serr." Before looking around, and recieving the rabbit from her and starting to prepare it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 15:17:14 GMT -8
The girl squatted on her goat legs as she watched Serr prepare the food, patiently waiting. As Serr mentioned his name, she looked to her own finger and mimicked him.
"R...Reeeject." She sounded out as she pointed to herself. "Reject."
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