Asheryn Volknir
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 15
Physical Description: =====
Tall for her age at 5'9". Her ever pale and blemish free skin barely hides her well toned muscles. Her long crimson hair mimics the shade of her eyes. An angular, almost elvish face makes her seem more beautiful and aged than she is.
Her left arm is coated with a pattern of tattoos, each part inspired by a different place she had visited.
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Clothes and Equipment: https://i.imgur.com/K6FN6j4.jpg
The above image shows the majority of her equipment well.
A myriad of clothing from different regions that is a bit revealing, and pants that are few sizes too large.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Sept 5, 2017 20:08:05 GMT -8
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Post by Asheryn Volknir on Sept 17, 2017 0:26:10 GMT -8
After a dreadfully long moment a girl violently rose from the water and took a massive breath of air. Covered in green muck she hardly looked human but she quickly whipped away the slime revealing her soft yet angular face, dazed crimson eyes and long hair that tried to match her eyes, and a tattooed collection patterns on her left arm whose varied parts came different parts of the world.
She looked at the wolf-man, still dazed from her fall, and smiled nervously. "Hello," she offered meekly. She wasn't so much afraid of his appearance but rather the clearly magical sword and his disgruntled state. A state she was clearly responsible for.
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Sept 22, 2017 18:48:22 GMT -8
"Just a...girl. You're lucky you look more miserable than I do or....who am I kidding. It's just nice to run into something not absolutely disgusting...well, at least as far as swamp things go." He says, the girl's rather disgusting appearance serving to break the ice and make him chuckle. Hard to be angry at something that looked so completely miserable.
"You alright?"
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Asheryn Volknir
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 15
Physical Description: =====
Tall for her age at 5'9". Her ever pale and blemish free skin barely hides her well toned muscles. Her long crimson hair mimics the shade of her eyes. An angular, almost elvish face makes her seem more beautiful and aged than she is.
Her left arm is coated with a pattern of tattoos, each part inspired by a different place she had visited.
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Clothes and Equipment: https://i.imgur.com/K6FN6j4.jpg
The above image shows the majority of her equipment well.
A myriad of clothing from different regions that is a bit revealing, and pants that are few sizes too large.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Sept 5, 2017 20:08:05 GMT -8
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Post by Asheryn Volknir on Sept 23, 2017 12:40:32 GMT -8
Asher, thankfully, realized that she was in no danger. She stood, still waist deep in the bog water and proceeded to remove the remaining much and slime that stuck to her and spoke, "I've taken worse falls before, this time there was water to stop me from eating earth." By the time she finished speaking most of the muck was off her and she was grabbing her pony tail and wringing the water out of it. "Sorry that you got caught in the splash zone, I've had the worst luck of late. I'm surprised you aren't trying to slice me to bits, to be honest."
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Prince Vsevolod
New
The Prince of Nowhere
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 25
Physical Description: The Prince of Nowhere stands 5'11 and weighs 160 lbs. He is not particularly tall, strong, nor imposing for a prince. He has dark black hair, which he usually keeps pulled back. His beard is often trimmed to near-perfection.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vsevolod often wears the clothes of a noble from his land. In battle he dons a mail cuirass and closed-face helmet.
Vsevolod is no warrior, but he does have access to weapons. He's more skilled with the bow than anything, and so keeps one on his person. He's capable of using hand-axes, swords, shields, and his homeland's personal favorite: the berdiche axe.
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Registered: Dec 17, 2016 4:00:47 GMT -8
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Post by Prince Vsevolod on Sept 24, 2017 3:22:46 GMT -8
( Strangers and Travelers) As Vsevolod came upon the Spoiled Marshes his fears came to fruition. It was a swampland, and to make matters worse it was a forested swampland. No doubt the bog teemed with disease and danger. The Prince of Nowhere shuddered as he imagined the dark horrors which may lie within. He sighed as he pondered his next course of action, stroking his horse's neck. Behind him were twelve other riders, all armed with mail armor and a combination of axes, shields, swords, berdiche axes, and bows. They were his druzhina, or bodyguards. After the absolute destruction of his army back home these twelve companions were all he had left. Oleg rode up beside him. "What're you thinking milord?" Oleg was Vsevolod's closest friend and adviser, and commander of his druzhina, formerly a close friend and adviser of the Prince's late father. He was also present during Vsevolod's defeat, and had rescued the young man. For that Vsevolod owed the man his life. "Could we go around?" Vsevolod inquired. "Would take a bit longer to reach our destination, but if that's what you want to do..." Oleg answered. He offered the best counsel he could, but usually left the decision making up to the Prince - even if Vsevolod often chose the worst option. It was Oleg's way of furnishing Vsevolod's 'princely skills', which would be necessary if he was going to reclaim his throne one day. He needed to make the choices, and he needed to see the consequences of his actions. Oleg would do his part and protect his prince as best he could. The Prince of Nowhere wrestled with various scenarios in his mind. He was ready to be off the road and in the comfort of a city, or even a town. Living out here in the wilderness, even with Oleg and his faithful druzhina, did not suit the man. For to long had he lived in the comfort of his family's palace. This train of thought got the better of him and so he answered: "we shall go through. Let us make haste to the next city and rest." Vsevolod gave his answer but did not move. He turned to look at Oleg, expecting his chief bodyguard to lead the advance, but the man instead held his hand out and motioned for the Prince to take charge. Understand that he should display courage and take initiative, Vsevolod reluctantly urged his mount on and entered the Spoiled Marshes...
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Sept 24, 2017 7:46:24 GMT -8
Asher, thankfully, realized that she was in no danger. She stood, still waist deep in the bog water and proceeded to remove the remaining much and slime that stuck to her and spoke, "I've taken worse falls before, this time there was water to stop me from eating earth." By the time she finished speaking most of the muck was off her and she was grabbing her pony tail and wringing the water out of it. "Sorry that you got caught in the splash zone, I've had the worst luck of late. I'm surprised you aren't trying to slice me to bits, to be honest." "Day's not over yet human, but..." He gestured to the disgusting muck around them, that seemed to exude every nasty thing imaginable, "...I would rather eat dirt than whatever the hell is in this muck." Fenrir extended one, ungauntleted paw to help Asher out of the muck. "What are you doing here?"
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Asheryn Volknir
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 15
Physical Description: =====
Tall for her age at 5'9". Her ever pale and blemish free skin barely hides her well toned muscles. Her long crimson hair mimics the shade of her eyes. An angular, almost elvish face makes her seem more beautiful and aged than she is.
Her left arm is coated with a pattern of tattoos, each part inspired by a different place she had visited.
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Clothes and Equipment: https://i.imgur.com/K6FN6j4.jpg
The above image shows the majority of her equipment well.
A myriad of clothing from different regions that is a bit revealing, and pants that are few sizes too large.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Sept 5, 2017 20:08:05 GMT -8
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Post by Asheryn Volknir on Sept 24, 2017 13:31:38 GMT -8
She took the hand and rose, the muck below trying to hold onto her feet. "Curiosity. That's how I end up in most places." She offered a small almost innocent smile as she finally freed herself. "This place was supposed to be a grand forest that somehow became... this," she motioned to their surroundings. She proceeded with her process of removing swamp much and slime from herself. "What about you, What finds you here in the swamp?"
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Oct 1, 2017 15:50:16 GMT -8
"Tracking down a bandit leader, I believe he fled from me into here, hoping the bog would throw off his scent. He was wrong."
The wolf grinned and gestured to his pack. The dark stains on it were clearly blood.
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Asheryn Volknir
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 15
Physical Description: =====
Tall for her age at 5'9". Her ever pale and blemish free skin barely hides her well toned muscles. Her long crimson hair mimics the shade of her eyes. An angular, almost elvish face makes her seem more beautiful and aged than she is.
Her left arm is coated with a pattern of tattoos, each part inspired by a different place she had visited.
=====
Clothes and Equipment: https://i.imgur.com/K6FN6j4.jpg
The above image shows the majority of her equipment well.
A myriad of clothing from different regions that is a bit revealing, and pants that are few sizes too large.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Sept 5, 2017 20:08:05 GMT -8
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Post by Asheryn Volknir on Oct 1, 2017 17:46:38 GMT -8
Asheryn perked up, "Well that sounds more interesting that what I was doing. Want some help?"
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Oct 2, 2017 3:33:29 GMT -8
"Already bagged him I'm afraid, but once I got him he seemed more afraid of something chasing him then of me, a notion I quickly dispelled. But still, I am intrigued, and so the hunt is on. You may join me in that if you wish."
He sounded excited again, nothing beat the joy of hunting with others.
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