Dione
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Registered: Jul 26, 2019 13:21:41 GMT -8
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Post by Dione on Oct 29, 2019 8:35:33 GMT -8
A Collection of Tide Pools A little ways off from the docks is a small collection of tide pools. Because of their depth, they home a colorful amount of sea life when the waves shy into the distance. Flowery anemone, spiky urchins, wiggling starfish, and scuttling crabs are just a few things you can find if you delve into the pools. Now and again, you can find something unusual, like an octopus or a shark. Maybe even someone who can't seem to stray far from the water. She whistles out and it carries impossibly far, all the way into the city and the docks. Perhaps someone will listen, and perhaps they will follow it. If they did, they would find a woman like a storm at sea; pitch-colored skin and electrifying eyes. She's leaned over the edge of the pool, a river of curls covering her shoulders. All seems normal... except for a scale badly hidden here and there.
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Noma
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 30
Physical Description: This button-nosed wandering nomad from Libertalia has freckled, pale-olive skin, is average height, and is rather skinny, & petite. Many years on the seas has made her Lithe & strong, and a bit acrobatic. She prefers to keep her brown hair sort, out of the way of her brown eyes. Pet brown hawk/messenger bird.
Clothes and Equipment: Halter backless top with long split skirt-tails, sash, utility bag, pegged pants, leather shoes with straps, and arms wrapped with a cloth.
Siren's Eye: An enchanted, rainbow-colored pearl that enhances elemental powers by a skill-level, i.e. Inexperienced Novice to Advanced Master.
Registered: Oct 27, 2019 17:56:18 GMT -8
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Post by Noma on Oct 29, 2019 10:20:24 GMT -8
A voice no longer young sang a slow shanty of the sea. Father and daughter sat on wooden stools in a small workshop on the pier, shutters open to let in the cool seabreeze on that hot day. Gaal was the greatest netter anyone had ever seen, and he worked hard at his job. Most impressive still was how such a small old man would come to acquire so much wisdom. People always seemed to forget that Gaal was once a sailor, when he was a strong, young man. When Noma wasn't running an odd-job, or out at sea on some strange quest, she was here, at home, taking care of her aging father, and helping him make nets. Gaal often boasted that she was better at it than he was. It was simple, really. Her hands were slim and small, which meant she could make quick work of knotting the thin threads, whereas his much larger hands were rough, and calloused, making slower work of the silk.
"Do you hear that," Gaal said. Noma, somewhere far-away, came back from the depths of her imagination. "Hear what?" She turned her head to the side, listening. "It's just the wind, daddy," she said, going back to her work. But Gaal persisted. "I may be old, but I am far from senile," he spoke, sounding hurt. Noma sighed, "You know how it likes to play tricks." Gaal chuckled. "Oh, I believe I know a whistle when I hear one. Have I ever told you about your mother?" Something about the wistful and nostalgic look in his eye as he looked out the window drew Noma's attention. "Many times, daddy," Noma stood and went to the window with the intention of closing it, but froze as she heard sharp whistle. It wasn't that she heard it that made her heart nearly skip a beat, it was how it went right through her, as if it was calling her very soul. What happened next was something she could not fight. "There it is again," Gaal said, following Noma as she went about the room, gathering her things. "I'll be back," She went to her father and kissed him on the forehead. "Your mother was a whistler, you know. Be careful!" Gaal laughed heartily with a cough. "I remember too well, not being able to resist the call...I was--." But Noma was already gone. She hurried to the edge of the pier, quickly taking the steps down to the beach, then ran along the foreshore as the whistling grew louder and louder, until she ended up at a small collection of tide pools. Leaned over, hands to knees, she caught her breath before taking in the familiar scene, having been here many times before. Noma often came here as a child, catching all sorts of things living or trapped in the pools, or just to take a refreshing dip on an especially hot day. This was also where many little kids learned how to become comfortable swimming in the sea. Most kids would eventually outgrow the pools and ventured outwards, into the ocean. Even so, there was something different there this time. Noma squinted, hand over her eyes to shade them from the sun to better make out what it could be. A dark skinned figure hung over the far-side of one of the pools. Rosy cheeks from the run became even redder as she realized it was a naked woman, and she had just been staring at her for quite some time. "Oh, my Gods! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to stare, I was just. Looking! I mean, not what I meant. I was, uhhh, searching for something. Yeah, that's it. It doesn't sound true, but it's really true! Sailor's honor! Hahahaha." Noma giggled, a defense mechanism from being put in such an awkward situation with a stunning creature. How would she ever recover from this? Noma ran away.
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Dione
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Registered: Jul 26, 2019 13:21:41 GMT -8
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Post by Dione on Oct 29, 2019 11:16:06 GMT -8
The woman turned around, lips spreading into a smile as she spotted Noma. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she knew it, the sailor started babbling crazily before running away. She blinked and put a hand on her head, grasping her hair.
Had she used the insanity incantation by accident? No, she couldn't have! That was a different kind of crazy. Did she leave anything frightening on her body? She patted her face, her shoulders, her- oh.
Perhaps nakedness was not so common on the island. She'd have conjured something of a dress but was afraid that having seaweed growing out of her body would scare any would-be saviors. It seems she was wrong! Huffing, she ran her hands down her breasts, flattening them so it was featureless. She took her hair and hung the curls over the front. This was acceptable, yes?
She began to whistle again, just a little louder this time.
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Sola Masters
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: A lanky git with an unyielding posture, Sola stands half a head over most men. Lean & pale patrician features, raven hair, and turquoise eyes that emit a distinguished aura.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of glasses that have enchanted water in place of lenses that help him with the sunlight above the waves.
The Heart of the Sea, a large golden broach set with a chicken egg sized blue gem that increases his innate control over water.
The Authority of Hrar, a bident formed of a strange black metal, it allows him to command non-sentient aquatic creatures and attempt to command sentient aquatic creatures.
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Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Sola Masters on Oct 29, 2019 13:48:51 GMT -8
Sola grimaced at Noma’s laissez faire opinion on siren’s but they were often manipulative, cunning, ruthless and always seductive and very, very dangerous. As they walked he prepared himself for the worst. It wouldn’t have been the first time one of his kind hunted him down, and it would certainly not be the last. He felt the bident harmonize with the whistle on the wind, and knew he had to be careful.
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Noma
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 30
Physical Description: This button-nosed wandering nomad from Libertalia has freckled, pale-olive skin, is average height, and is rather skinny, & petite. Many years on the seas has made her Lithe & strong, and a bit acrobatic. She prefers to keep her brown hair sort, out of the way of her brown eyes. Pet brown hawk/messenger bird.
Clothes and Equipment: Halter backless top with long split skirt-tails, sash, utility bag, pegged pants, leather shoes with straps, and arms wrapped with a cloth.
Siren's Eye: An enchanted, rainbow-colored pearl that enhances elemental powers by a skill-level, i.e. Inexperienced Novice to Advanced Master.
Registered: Oct 27, 2019 17:56:18 GMT -8
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Post by Noma on Oct 29, 2019 14:50:55 GMT -8
Noma arrived back at the scene before Sola, heart thumping excitedly in her chest. She pointed the siren out to him long before he stood next to her. It was known that Noma was a typically energized person but her enthusiasm was more focused than usual, and she could be seen lightly bouncing on her toes. Although, there was something different about the woman in the pool. Something about her had changed, although she couldn't quite put her finger on what that change was. Come to think of it, there was only one thing missing from the mental picture she had taken earlier. Her breasts are missing! Noma put a hand over her face as she blushed at the thought. Was the woman some kind of shapeshifting siren? Were sirens known to shapeshift? Was she a siren at all? Hopefully she was not some kind of mind reader, too. That would be too embarrassing. SHe desperately hoped they weren't dealing with a sea-monster. Noma gave her a sheepish wave, and a genuine smile.
"H-hey, there! I'm Noma. This is my friend, Sola."
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Chahr'ihty Jha'xson
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 19
Physical Description: Chahr'ihty is small and slender, for an Ocean Av'rae. She has horns that elegantly curve back and slightly down. She has eyes that constantly shift colors. Chahr'ihty's skin has the ability to change colors, but she usually keeps it at a vibrant cadet blue. She also has a tail extending to halfway down her calves. Her hair often shifts colors as well, but is kept at a pleasant brunette color.
Clothes and Equipment: Chahr'ihty sports a dark grey robe that reaches to just below her knees, which is tied to her waist with an intricate leather belt. She also wears a long cloak, which covers up her tail, in addition to a small hood that barely covers her head. As for equipment, She has a large, sturdy walking stick that also doubles as a quarterstaff.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:31:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chahr'ihty Jha'xson on Oct 29, 2019 15:03:36 GMT -8
Charity happily walked down a path towards the tide pools. Something about the ocean laid her worries to rest, which was no surprise given the fact that she was, after all, an Ocean Av'. Her walking stick tapped on the path as she made her way down to the tide pools. As she did so, she noticed that there were a few people who were already there. "No matter. I'm sure they won't mind me." Charity thought to herself.
After a few more minutes of walking, she reached the tide pools, a short distance away from the others. Stopping, she inhaled deeply and held her breath for a few seconds, taking in the salty yet somehow sweet smell of the ocean waters. She exhaled in a relaxed sigh, rolling her shoulders as she did so.
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Dione
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Oct 29, 2019 20:06:42 GMT -8
Once she spotted two figures approaching her, the mysterious woman raised a hand to wave enthusiastically. It was the same seafarer as before, but with a friend now. Once he came close, her hand dropped down, smile vanishing.
That noise... what was that noise?
The woman caught something in his eyes; it was familiar, but she couldn't tell precisely what it was. As the seafarer introduced them, the woman gave them a smaller, more tentative smile. With a fist to her mouth, she cleared her throat, making sure she had the right speaking voice.
"Dione," she told them, voice cracking softly. She gestured to herself, "I'm Dione. But wait- don't be alarmed? I'm a nereid. You know what that is, right? I thought it would be safer to say it."
Her eyes wandered past these people - Noma and Sola - to another figure just beyond. Were more drawn to the pools by her song?
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Sola Masters
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: A lanky git with an unyielding posture, Sola stands half a head over most men. Lean & pale patrician features, raven hair, and turquoise eyes that emit a distinguished aura.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of glasses that have enchanted water in place of lenses that help him with the sunlight above the waves.
The Heart of the Sea, a large golden broach set with a chicken egg sized blue gem that increases his innate control over water.
The Authority of Hrar, a bident formed of a strange black metal, it allows him to command non-sentient aquatic creatures and attempt to command sentient aquatic creatures.
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Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Sola Masters on Oct 29, 2019 20:33:21 GMT -8
A neriad. Now that he hadn’t seen in a long time. Not unsurprisingly if one knew about his mother’s orders where they were concerned. She didn’t like the competition. He clasped a hand over his wrist in a casual motion, silencing the quiet ring of the bident. He chose to stay silent for the moment. Sirens loved to hear themselves talk so much very few ever learned that one who spoke rarely and only with purpose often got a better results then constantly spewing half though out orders and thoughts.
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Noma
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 30
Physical Description: This button-nosed wandering nomad from Libertalia has freckled, pale-olive skin, is average height, and is rather skinny, & petite. Many years on the seas has made her Lithe & strong, and a bit acrobatic. She prefers to keep her brown hair sort, out of the way of her brown eyes. Pet brown hawk/messenger bird.
Clothes and Equipment: Halter backless top with long split skirt-tails, sash, utility bag, pegged pants, leather shoes with straps, and arms wrapped with a cloth.
Siren's Eye: An enchanted, rainbow-colored pearl that enhances elemental powers by a skill-level, i.e. Inexperienced Novice to Advanced Master.
Registered: Oct 27, 2019 17:56:18 GMT -8
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Post by Noma on Oct 30, 2019 7:29:00 GMT -8
"Ohoho, my Gods!" Noma nudged Sola in the ribs with her elbow. "Haha, Sola, she's a nereid! A nereid! Can you believe it?" A chill went down Noma's spine, and she straightened, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. It was if the woman knew that Noma was getting beautiful women of the sea with captivating voices confused. Well, how could anyone blamed her? They more or less all looked and sounded the same, didn't they? But there was something else Noma was wondering. "What brings you to our island, Dione? Don't take this the wrong way but, don't your kind like to live further out at sea than this?" The girl was under the impression that islands such as theirs were far too populated and therefore dangerous for their kind to be hanging about. All kinds of unsavory sorts, such as pirates, might see it as an opportunity to sell the nereid on the blackmarket, as they would fetch an undoubtedly good price there. Noma couldn't help but to worry for the nereid.
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Chahr'ihty Jha'xson
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 19
Physical Description: Chahr'ihty is small and slender, for an Ocean Av'rae. She has horns that elegantly curve back and slightly down. She has eyes that constantly shift colors. Chahr'ihty's skin has the ability to change colors, but she usually keeps it at a vibrant cadet blue. She also has a tail extending to halfway down her calves. Her hair often shifts colors as well, but is kept at a pleasant brunette color.
Clothes and Equipment: Chahr'ihty sports a dark grey robe that reaches to just below her knees, which is tied to her waist with an intricate leather belt. She also wears a long cloak, which covers up her tail, in addition to a small hood that barely covers her head. As for equipment, She has a large, sturdy walking stick that also doubles as a quarterstaff.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:31:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chahr'ihty Jha'xson on Nov 1, 2019 19:25:03 GMT -8
Charity sat down on a rock facing the group. "Hm. Wonder what's going on over there." She thought to herself. The Av' squinted. "Looks like... A siren? And some other people?" She shrugged it off, not wanting to concern herself with the affairs of others. Closing her eyes, she began to hum a song to herself, letting the sounds and smells of the tide pools and ocean wash over her. Her back relaxed slightly, and her entire body in general became less tense as she hummed. "I ought to do this more often."
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Dione
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Nov 2, 2019 14:56:46 GMT -8
As she studied Noma and Sola as they spoke, the merwoman felt herself at ease. They didn't seem like poachers, which was why she came to this island in the first place. There were rumors of a home for pirates where they weren't ruthless savages, and Libertalia was its name. Still, rumors were only rumors; Dione took an enormous gamble coming here.
"I became stranded," she began, keeping the third figure at the corner of her eye. They were dallying about, and that was fine with her. "Pursued by two Stalkers, I believe you call them. I made it here just as the waves all but disappeared. They're too large to brave such shallow waters. They would have beached themselves and died under their weight. Still, the tide will roll in eventually, and I have no reason to believe that they've left. I'm not quite sure what I can ask you to do to help... but if you can find someone that will, I have a lot to give in return. Not many can brave sunken ships the same as I can. I can find treasures hidden deep within. Even if the Stalkers bested me this time, it's only because there were two. "
Most sailors would feel some sense of alarm as Dione spoke. These creatures that pursued her to Libertalia were no simple predators- indeed, it was no difficult task to kill sharks and giant squid, as they were simple animals, but Stalkers? They were relentless, tricky, powerful creatures that preyed upon anything that had a heartbeat. Camouflage, venom, speed, size; they had it all in their little repertoire of death.
"In the very least, let your fellow land folk know of the dangers around. No one ought to be swimming!"
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Sola Masters
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: A lanky git with an unyielding posture, Sola stands half a head over most men. Lean & pale patrician features, raven hair, and turquoise eyes that emit a distinguished aura.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of glasses that have enchanted water in place of lenses that help him with the sunlight above the waves.
The Heart of the Sea, a large golden broach set with a chicken egg sized blue gem that increases his innate control over water.
The Authority of Hrar, a bident formed of a strange black metal, it allows him to command non-sentient aquatic creatures and attempt to command sentient aquatic creatures.
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Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Sola Masters on Nov 5, 2019 17:40:59 GMT -8
Sola's face drained of color. Even as a hated male he was taught the rightful fear of the stalkers. They were one of the few creatures that actively predated his species. Completely immune to the charm of siren and neriad alike, they were silent, unseen killers. They struck without warning, departed again unseen, and left nothing but blood and misery in their wake. They were one of the few beings referred to as silencers of choirs.
"How many do you think were following you?" He asked in a choked whisper as he clenched his hands until his knuckles turned white to stop them from shaking. Even though they were solitary in nature, occasionally they formed packs of a sort, and that was when they were deadliest of all.
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Noma
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 30
Physical Description: This button-nosed wandering nomad from Libertalia has freckled, pale-olive skin, is average height, and is rather skinny, & petite. Many years on the seas has made her Lithe & strong, and a bit acrobatic. She prefers to keep her brown hair sort, out of the way of her brown eyes. Pet brown hawk/messenger bird.
Clothes and Equipment: Halter backless top with long split skirt-tails, sash, utility bag, pegged pants, leather shoes with straps, and arms wrapped with a cloth.
Siren's Eye: An enchanted, rainbow-colored pearl that enhances elemental powers by a skill-level, i.e. Inexperienced Novice to Advanced Master.
Registered: Oct 27, 2019 17:56:18 GMT -8
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Post by Noma on Nov 5, 2019 18:18:26 GMT -8
"Stranded? Oh, no!" Noma's wide blue eyes sparkled with sympathy for the nereid, and she almost began to jump in place again. Being trapped, away from her natural habitat. That sounded like an awful way to live. The news instilled a determination in Noma to help the poor stranded creature in any way that she possibly could. But a chill went down her spine at the mention of Stalkers. "Stalkers? Are you sure?"
One of the ocean's most feared and respected monsters, evoking reactions of fear, respect or awe, often merely by being mentioned. There were plenty of stories told by pirates and sailors alike, including her father. Noma loved the stories her father would tell of all his wonderful adventures at sea. She always made sure to get him to tell them to her, over and over, and never grew tired of hearing them. But there was one that was used to scare children from venturing too far from shore that wasn't all too fun.
"Of course we can help! Just... give us a sec." Noma gently tugged at Sola's arm, a gesture to get him to turn away with her. "If what she's saying is true," she whispered with worry, "we have to tell Captain O'Malley, right away."
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Sola Masters
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: A lanky git with an unyielding posture, Sola stands half a head over most men. Lean & pale patrician features, raven hair, and turquoise eyes that emit a distinguished aura.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of glasses that have enchanted water in place of lenses that help him with the sunlight above the waves.
The Heart of the Sea, a large golden broach set with a chicken egg sized blue gem that increases his innate control over water.
The Authority of Hrar, a bident formed of a strange black metal, it allows him to command non-sentient aquatic creatures and attempt to command sentient aquatic creatures.
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Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Sola Masters on Nov 5, 2019 18:59:43 GMT -8
"You're the one with the hawk." He replied quietly, taking a nervous glance out at the water. "I'm not exactly what one would call a sprinter."
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Chahr'ihty Jha'xson
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 19
Physical Description: Chahr'ihty is small and slender, for an Ocean Av'rae. She has horns that elegantly curve back and slightly down. She has eyes that constantly shift colors. Chahr'ihty's skin has the ability to change colors, but she usually keeps it at a vibrant cadet blue. She also has a tail extending to halfway down her calves. Her hair often shifts colors as well, but is kept at a pleasant brunette color.
Clothes and Equipment: Chahr'ihty sports a dark grey robe that reaches to just below her knees, which is tied to her waist with an intricate leather belt. She also wears a long cloak, which covers up her tail, in addition to a small hood that barely covers her head. As for equipment, She has a large, sturdy walking stick that also doubles as a quarterstaff.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:31:03 GMT -8
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Post by Chahr'ihty Jha'xson on Nov 6, 2019 18:38:55 GMT -8
Charity looked over at the group. "Captain O'Malley, huh?" She said to herself. She stood up and hurriedly walked over. "I can go." She said abruptly. "I'll tell this Captain O'Malley.
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Noma
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 30
Physical Description: This button-nosed wandering nomad from Libertalia has freckled, pale-olive skin, is average height, and is rather skinny, & petite. Many years on the seas has made her Lithe & strong, and a bit acrobatic. She prefers to keep her brown hair sort, out of the way of her brown eyes. Pet brown hawk/messenger bird.
Clothes and Equipment: Halter backless top with long split skirt-tails, sash, utility bag, pegged pants, leather shoes with straps, and arms wrapped with a cloth.
Siren's Eye: An enchanted, rainbow-colored pearl that enhances elemental powers by a skill-level, i.e. Inexperienced Novice to Advanced Master.
Registered: Oct 27, 2019 17:56:18 GMT -8
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Post by Noma on Nov 6, 2019 19:12:39 GMT -8
"Good idea!" She perked and pulled out a small, conch shaped whistle, but when she blew it, no sound came. She used her hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she scanned for him in the sky, but saw nothing. "I think Ricky Ricardo is a little busy right now," she sighed. Noma hadn't planned on stepping out. Now she knew it was because of the nereid's charming call for help. But a horned woman came up and volunteered to tell the Captain, apparently having been eavesdropping on their entire conversation. The stars must have aligned, or something. "Oh, my Gods, you're our lucky life-saver! Thank you so much!" Noma turned to the nereid, smiling. "Can you walk?"
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Dione
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: Dione's appearance is ever-changing due to her nature as a Nereid. All her forms are related to the ocean and her previous life as a human woman, whether it be frightening or beautiful, decorated in fins, coral, anemone, tentacles, or teeth. If there is any common ground in her appearance, it's the delicate features of the human face she once had. A pair of thin, mischievous eyes and a recurring, one-sided smirk are seldom amiss on the nereid's face.
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Post by Dione on Nov 8, 2019 13:07:08 GMT -8
"Two," she told Sola decisively. "I would have easily been able to shred apart one all on my own, but I can't kill two. That's enough to destroy an entire Kraken, you know?" She gazed at his face carefully, knowing fully well that he was simply in shock from the answer. He had come in contact with them before.
Once the Av' came and volunteered to warn the captain, she smiled. "Thank you! Please, hurry. I don't know how many lives might be at stake! They like to attach to the bottom of ships and ambush rowboats going into port."
After she was off, her attention carried to Noma.
"Walk?"
A nervous laugh.
"That would be nice! One would imagine I should be able to. I do have legs, however-" She climbed out of the water, then attempted to stand on solid ground.
Instantly, she fell to her side with a grunt, legs dissolved into a plethora of tentacles.
"Well, I'm cursed. That's why I'm here and not, well, further inland."
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Sola Masters
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: A lanky git with an unyielding posture, Sola stands half a head over most men. Lean & pale patrician features, raven hair, and turquoise eyes that emit a distinguished aura.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of glasses that have enchanted water in place of lenses that help him with the sunlight above the waves.
The Heart of the Sea, a large golden broach set with a chicken egg sized blue gem that increases his innate control over water.
The Authority of Hrar, a bident formed of a strange black metal, it allows him to command non-sentient aquatic creatures and attempt to command sentient aquatic creatures.
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Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Sola Masters on Nov 12, 2019 11:13:06 GMT -8
"Do you have any other skills that might help you walk," Sola asked Dione before turning to Noma and asking, "or do you have any ideas?" He knew what was probably going to be recommended but he wasn't looking forward to it.
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Noma
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 30
Physical Description: This button-nosed wandering nomad from Libertalia has freckled, pale-olive skin, is average height, and is rather skinny, & petite. Many years on the seas has made her Lithe & strong, and a bit acrobatic. She prefers to keep her brown hair sort, out of the way of her brown eyes. Pet brown hawk/messenger bird.
Clothes and Equipment: Halter backless top with long split skirt-tails, sash, utility bag, pegged pants, leather shoes with straps, and arms wrapped with a cloth.
Siren's Eye: An enchanted, rainbow-colored pearl that enhances elemental powers by a skill-level, i.e. Inexperienced Novice to Advanced Master.
Registered: Oct 27, 2019 17:56:18 GMT -8
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Post by Noma on Nov 16, 2019 14:05:55 GMT -8
"A kraken? You can't be serious," Noma shuddered. As the nereid slowly climbed out of the pools, Noma nervously moved forward, cautiously holding her hands out as if to catch the woman. She became too absorbed in watching her legs transform before her eyes that she accidentally ended up standing there, watching the girl fall as her legs turned back into tentacles. Noma kneeled by her side, eyes large and kind. "I'm so sorry, are you okay? That's one awful curse," she sighed. Sola asked her if she had any ideas, and Noma pursed her lips, eyes narrowing. 'Why am I the only one with ideas around here? You're the bookworm between the two of us! You lazy twit!' She wanted to protest, but didn't want to cause a scene. She glanced at the tentacles that made up Dione's legs. "I'm afraid you're going to be a bit too heavy for us to carry," she smirked, "but lucky for you, we'll be able to use our magic together to get you out of here." In spite of the unusual circumstances, Noma felt elated. It almost felt like fate that they were meant to be there on this day. She looked up at Sola with a thoughtful expression. "We can take her to my father's workshop, or maybe your store. What do you think?"
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Sola Masters
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 36
Physical Description: A lanky git with an unyielding posture, Sola stands half a head over most men. Lean & pale patrician features, raven hair, and turquoise eyes that emit a distinguished aura.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of glasses that have enchanted water in place of lenses that help him with the sunlight above the waves.
The Heart of the Sea, a large golden broach set with a chicken egg sized blue gem that increases his innate control over water.
The Authority of Hrar, a bident formed of a strange black metal, it allows him to command non-sentient aquatic creatures and attempt to command sentient aquatic creatures.
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Registered: Aug 12, 2019 19:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Sola Masters on Nov 18, 2019 11:46:12 GMT -8
Sola raised an eyebrow.
"What makes you think I can whip up something that sophisticated with water magic." He asked blandly. "And we aren't taking her to my shop. Water creatures and books rarely mix well." He said, glancing at Dione. As his hands had parted, the slight hum of the bident became barely audible again.
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