Sylhom Darviel
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: Sylhom is quite tall and skinny. He lacks much body fat and looks malnourished most of the time. He has messy orange-red hair that he usually keeps tied back. His eyes are green. His body is crossed with scars, mostly on his back and sides. On his back left shoulder is a brand.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are standard and quite loose and light for easy mobility. He carries two daggers with him and a small backpack in which he carries supplies.
Registered: Jul 25, 2019 8:48:46 GMT -8
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Post by Sylhom Darviel on Aug 6, 2019 8:13:46 GMT -8
The ocean air is warm and fresh, with the scent of salt being carried along with the current. It’s about mid-day, and far from the coast is a boat. Shoddily crafted, the boat bears marks and scars from years of use and shoddy repair. Patches are filled in with discolored and misshapen wood, and the boat moves slowly and methodically through the waves, its shape not allowing for much good movement.
The boat is not the main concern, however. On the boat is a man in shackles. His hands and feet are bound together, leaving him unable to sit up fully or move. He’s remarkably tall and remarkably gaunt, looking as if he hadn’t eaten in days. His red-orange hair is tied back in a messy bun that has since come loose, leaving large chunks out of the hair tie. His light skin is red and burnt from the sun. A prisoner left to die in the ocean for his crime.
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Flann
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 20
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Flann's appearance is quite eye catching, not only due to her nature as a water-dwelling maiden, but the standout colors and physical qualities that have come with her nereid transformation. The most striking quality she has is her hair, or perhaps more accurately, her tentacles. Her head is covered in a flowing mass of thick, suction-cupped saffron tentacles which flow down her shoulders and back like hair, these appendages naturally integrating into her original sickly ginger locks. She has long bangs which curtain either side of her face and cover the majority of her forehead, obscuring her brows. These unusual appendages only barely outshine her eyes: gigantic, baby blue, shimmering eyes with thick black lashes and prominent pupils that take up a massive portion of her almond shaped face, giving her a childlike appearance. Her nose is slight and small, speckled with dark freckles that cascade across her cheeks. Her lips are thin and small, her chin pointed and slight. She has pale, fair skin, her arms and shoulders dotted with similar spattering freckles. Her physique seems frail, very slight, she is short in stature, standing only 5'2" on land.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's difficult to possess many things as a creature bound to the confines of the ever shifting ocean. What Flann does possess consists of whatever she can keep on her person. This includes a specialty made dress of magical infusion that goes wholly unaffected by it's endless soak in the sea, the young nereid still uncomfortable with the idea of swimming around in a more 'natural' state. She wears a white embroidered kerchief with a wavy pattern hem and two solid navy blue stripes, a short sleeved white chemise with navy cuffs and matching blue apron style overcoat, a binder with black bow accents, usually dressed without footwear of any kind. She also sports a small cross body satchel which she uses to store the few items she keeps on her, including her coin. The bag is of similar magical make and seems to keep the objects inside from being damaged or ruined by water exposure.
Registered: Jul 26, 2019 22:22:43 GMT -8
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Post by Flann on Aug 7, 2019 4:19:52 GMT -8
It wasn't uncommon for the girl to come across ships in her travels. The oceans were bustling with waterway traffic, the age of trade was booming, and everyone wanted a piece. Ships coasted along the waves day and night, little oaken blips on the surface of the great blue expanse, and from afar, they always looked so peaceful, like toys bobbing in a bathtub. However, no stranger to contact on the waters, the young nereid knew too well that rarely was a ship as serene on deck as it appeared on the horizon. Most of them were teeming with grouchy sailors, soldiers, or worse, pirates. She had few good encounters to call upon, though she had certainly had her moments. Generally though, if she approached a ship, it was chaos. Fishermen in particular had a strange preoccupation with her kill or capture, like she was some exotic fish to be mounted as a mantlepiece. Pirates were often quite crass as well, though she figured their intentions even more sinister than those of the trappers, if what they shouted over the deck was any indication.
Spotting a lonely boat of crude craft listing back and forth aimlessly on the waves definitely drew the girl's attention. It was odd behaviour, stopping on the sea was rare, and usually indicated whoever was aboard had encountered serious trouble. Flann hesitantly approached. She was surprised to find it all but silent as she swam closer beneath the surface of the waves. Nobody on deck was shouting or calling out, nobody watching her approach, nothing of the like. A chill ran down her spine a moment...was this one of those ghost ships she had heard stories about? The girl did her best to push that stupid thought from her mind, cursing herself for such a childish concern. Apprehensive to throw herself on board without knowing more, Flann elected to call out instead, hoping someone would answer.
"H-Hello? Anyone in there? If this is some kinda..stupid joke...stop codding me, alright? I just ah...saw yer ship out here, looks right busted up, wanted to make sure ya weren't sinking and all that." she called through a cupped hand, looking up to the edge of the deck expectantly for someone to answer her, her breath still as those nagging thoughts of ghosts at sea crept back into her mind.
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Sylhom Darviel
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: Sylhom is quite tall and skinny. He lacks much body fat and looks malnourished most of the time. He has messy orange-red hair that he usually keeps tied back. His eyes are green. His body is crossed with scars, mostly on his back and sides. On his back left shoulder is a brand.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are standard and quite loose and light for easy mobility. He carries two daggers with him and a small backpack in which he carries supplies.
Registered: Jul 25, 2019 8:48:46 GMT -8
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Post by Sylhom Darviel on Aug 19, 2019 12:09:20 GMT -8
Sylhom always knew he would die over something stupid.
Tripping over a rock and busting his head while sneaking around, that was high up there. Stabbing himself with a blade that he himself poisoned. Stealing bread wasn’t terribly high up, but here he was.
His skin was red and peeling from sunburn, leaving his body open and sore as the salt water would occasionally splash onto the boat. His hair was matted and disheveled, and his body was more gaunt than usual. His cheeks hollow and his eyes lacked the usual fire. He would die out here, he knew that in his heart. Someone might find him years later, shackled to this dinghy.
Shackled. That was the worst part of it, above the starvation and dehydration. He’d die the way he had always feared: Chained and alone. His brand was clear on his back and the only thing covering his form was a pair of shorts that barely covered anything.
Then, though, then he heard a voice coming from the water.
He laughed out loud. “Oh dear,” he said. “Am I really hallucinating? On the off chance that I’m not though, do you think you could pick a lock? Or perhaps get me something pointy to do it myself? I’m in chains, you see. Surprised the damned boat hasn’t sunk yet.”
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