Corpus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 125
Physical Description: In its everyday clothes, Corpus stands at 5'11" and weighs 120 pounds. However, because of its unique physiology, this can vary wildly by time of day, among other things.
Clothes and Equipment: Corpus wears no clothes but its own skin, and needs no tools besides its claws.
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 19:39:45 GMT -8
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Post by Corpus on Dec 26, 2017 14:46:41 GMT -8
"Ah. Well. I'd hope you would use them to fly. I will, of course, attach them properly."
He speaks as though this is routine, and perhaps it is.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Dec 26, 2017 22:57:46 GMT -8
Arya finally understands now, "Oh... so you would attach them to me."
She didn't doubt that he could do it, of course, "I don't know what to say... I think I would need to think about this more before making such a big change like that," she said, sounding unsure, "Maybe if I had a bit more time to think about it beforehand, I would have been able to give you a better answer."
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Corpus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 125
Physical Description: In its everyday clothes, Corpus stands at 5'11" and weighs 120 pounds. However, because of its unique physiology, this can vary wildly by time of day, among other things.
Clothes and Equipment: Corpus wears no clothes but its own skin, and needs no tools besides its claws.
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 19:39:45 GMT -8
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Post by Corpus on Dec 27, 2017 9:57:14 GMT -8
Corpus pauses for a moment, thinking, then seems to come to a decision.
"I'll just join you in your travels, then! If you don't like them after trying them on, I'll just take them back."
Having one-sidedly decided, he sets the wings down, and busily begins extending long tendrils toward the still dying dragon.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Dec 31, 2017 17:27:44 GMT -8
Arya tilted her head slightly as she looked at him, "You seem pretty set on putting those wings on me, you're even willing to take the time to travel with me just because I am uncertain, why?"
She suspected something now, which made her less likely to take up his offer now. She had little reason to trust him, after all, as she had no idea who he even was. Thus, it was not the best idea to just accept new body parts from him, she decided.
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Corpus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 125
Physical Description: In its everyday clothes, Corpus stands at 5'11" and weighs 120 pounds. However, because of its unique physiology, this can vary wildly by time of day, among other things.
Clothes and Equipment: Corpus wears no clothes but its own skin, and needs no tools besides its claws.
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 19:39:45 GMT -8
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Post by Corpus on Dec 31, 2017 20:20:11 GMT -8
The tendrils slice into the dragon, swallowing down vast tracts of flesh, which shrink oddly as they vanish into Corpus' still human sized body. The body rapidly vanishes, disappearing completely within the next minute.
"Well, I'll be honest. I was going to give them to you for two reasons. One, I think your particular set of abilities would be well complimented by the addition of some mobility," he begins, "And two, I was going to use them to track you down later for a rematch. I had fun, and I'd love to fight you again at a higher power level. If you won't take them, or find you don't care for them, I figure I'll just follow you for a while, and have my rematch before we part ways."
He carefully cleans up his body as he says this, regrowing his suit, which had burned off some time ago.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
***
Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Dec 31, 2017 22:15:06 GMT -8
Arya shrugged, gathering her things and getting ready to leave. She sheathed her sword and began looking to try and figure out how to get out of here whilst speaking to Corpus, her eyes wandering around trying to remember where she came from,
"Well... I certaintly won't stop you from traveling with me if you want to. Perhaps over time you can even convince me to try out those wings at some point," she said, smirking slightly before pausing in her scanning, "Do you know how to get out of here quickly and safely, by chance?" she asked.
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Corpus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 125
Physical Description: In its everyday clothes, Corpus stands at 5'11" and weighs 120 pounds. However, because of its unique physiology, this can vary wildly by time of day, among other things.
Clothes and Equipment: Corpus wears no clothes but its own skin, and needs no tools besides its claws.
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 19:39:45 GMT -8
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Post by Corpus on Dec 31, 2017 22:29:39 GMT -8
"I would probably suggest flying," he says, belching loudly, "This particular place has a tendency to shift on a whim, so landmarks aren't exactly useful. But, if you're really so hesitant to get some flying lessons, I can probably lead the way. I'll at least keep the more dangerous threats at bay."
With that, he starts walking in a direction that Arya could swear is directly away from where she came in.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
***
Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 4, 2018 0:31:17 GMT -8
Arya doesn't question the different direction, perhaps already growing used to the strangeness of her situation. Instead, she simply follows Corpus, carefully watching her surroundings as she does so.
These forests were quite dangerous, but she felt it would be somewhat easier leaving these woods now that she had a guide of some sort.
<exit>
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 8, 2018 17:12:15 GMT -8
Sid rests in the blind bow drawn, an arrow notched but not drawn. Next to him is little Lily, named for the flower, who is watching him intently. They are both silent as they wait for Lily's mother to spook the herd of deer toward the blind. At just four years old Lily was still a bit young to draw a bow but her parents had been teaching her how to track, stalk deer, and survive in the woods since she could walk.
Barely more than two feet tall, Lily shared her parent's dark hair. She, fortunately, took after her mother in looks and unfortunately took after her father in disposition. Being far too serious for her young age, with a bit of a sarcastic streak already growing. Still, she was a bright girl and Sid was proud to call her his daughter.
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Registered: May 19, 2024 0:22:31 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2018 6:54:57 GMT -8
Cat was calm and still. She was watching the herd intently, waiting for a certain number of seconds to tick by in her head. Long enough for Sid and her daughter to settle into position. Even when the timer was up in her head she hesitated for only a moment more - just to be sure. She, too, had her bow drawn and arrow at the ready.
From her position up in a tree, on the lowest branch that still kept her well overhead, she had a clear view of the animals grazing. As soon as she drew the string back she saw the buck lift it's head in alarm. That was fine. She was quick to loose the arrow and let it embed in the earth between the deer and herself. This would easily alert the rest as soon as it thumped into the ground, sending them bounding directly after the two that were lying in wait in the blind. It was up to her beloved for the kill.
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 20, 2018 17:09:08 GMT -8
Lily made Side proud, she didn't flinch even slightly as the deer came bounding right at them. She remained utterly still, so the creatures first sign that they were even there was when his arrow left his string. The shaft embeds itself into the deer's neck hitting a major artery. The proud bucky manages a few halting steps forward carried on by its momentum before crashing to the ground, dead.
The herd scrabbles to change direction as the new predator makes itself known. As they scramble to change direction a great white shape bursts from the undergrowth falling upon one of the older does. Specter opening its throat and carrying the deer to the ground, claiming his own dinner as Sid and Lily emerge from the undergrowth to claim theirs.
Pulling out his knife he shows her how to skin the animal as he waits for Cat to join them. When she does, she is graced with a warm smile. He didn't smile much around most people but he always had one for her and their daughter.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2018 20:18:07 GMT -8
"That was a good shot, husband," purrs the woman as she approaches at a leisurely gait as the heard vanished into the trees - shifting her bow up over her shoulder and across her back. She remained quiet for a while, though, as Sid began to show Lily how to skin the animal - not wanting to interrupt. He taught her well, and she absorbed everything like a sponge as she was so eager to learn to do everything they did. Despite being so young, she wanted to grow up so fast.
It made her smile.
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 23, 2018 16:02:17 GMT -8
"And you did some excellent stalking, wife." Sid returns with a wry grin as the knife cuts into the skin. He slowly works the pelt free of the animal showing Lily how to do it without damaging the fur too much. She was in an awful hurry to grow up something that did bother him from time to time. He felt like his child should be able to just enjoy being one but at the same time, it was important she learn how to survive. It was the nature of the Snapdragon clan to worry about the worst that could happen. Like if he was gored by a wild boar or the like.
"So, should we hunt something a bit more dangerous tomorrow?" He asks Cat, if they did they would likely live their daughter behind with Specter to guard her. Much to the stomping frustration of the four-year-old who didn't think she needed a babysitter. Even a large furry one that was currently eating a deer heart.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2018 19:33:05 GMT -8
"Perhaps. It's been a little while since we've found a good hunt," she replied, coming to kneel low beside her daughter and continue to watch her husband - settling a gentle hand on Lily's shoulder.
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on May 19, 2018 12:01:55 GMT -8
"Noooooooo." Lily protests when she hears they might go after something more dangerous. "You always leave me behind." The pout in her voice was obvious. She hated not getting to go on the hunt. Her parents always insisting that she wasn't ready. Which she wasn't she was four years old after all. Sid hides a smile in his work at their daughter's petulance at the notion, letting the sterner Cat handle the rebuttal.
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