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 Nov 18, 2019 13:22:22 GMT -8
"I don't have to be heavy," the nereid admitted defensively. She ran her hands down her body, fused the tentacles, taking on the dark shade of her skin. To her knees, she had legs, but her shins and feet were fused, ending in a delicate pair of fins. "This should be lighter, don't you think? Is there anything filled with water further inland? Even if it's outside, I can't see myself being choosy. Perhaps a bath?"
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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 18, 2019 16:23:35 GMT -8
"Do you ever think?" She whispered harshly, as politely as one possibly could, "I was thinking one of those super old books might be able to help with her curse!" Noma sighed, rubbing her temples, then took a deep breath, trying to calm. "Look, we can take her to the workshop. It's closer. Less foot traffic." Noma noticed two kids standing on the beach, a little ways off, whispering to each other, and pointing their way. Noma looked nervous. "We're already being noticed. And we really don't want a crowd. We don't have much time, so let's hurry." She grabbed Sola gently by the wrist, and dragged him closer to the water. "Together. If we use our magic, together, we can create a water bubble sturdy enough to hold her." Noma moved closer to the water, her feet becoming buried in the sand. Her hands began to move, swift and smooth, gently over the water, along with her swaying hips, as though she were performing some kind of dance. The water moved with her, and soon, Noma had a pocket of water forming around Dione. "I'll carry the weight of the water. You focus on keeping it's shape. Alright, Sola? We can do this!"
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Sola Masters
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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 25, 2019 23:48:07 GMT -8
Sola wanted to snap at her as she had snapped at him. He wanted to hiss that he was oh so sorry that he wasn’t thinking so well at the moment. That he was oh so sorry that his instincts were grinding against his logic and ordering him to flee. That he was oh so sorry that the things that he had seen the the few stalkers who were counted among the members of his mothers court do to people who displeased them still woke him some nights in a cold sweat, trembling as he forgot he was no longer at their mercy. Instead he flashed her a look that could curdle blood as he places a hand to his amulet and snapped the other one out towards Dione and spat a word in the melodic language of the siren, part note part word part song. In his moment of lost control he put a bit more effort and power into his spell then intended and water coalesced into an orb around the neriad’s lower half. As she thought about moving, so it would move, carrying her along the ground. He pulled his coat off and tossed it at Dione.
“You’re going to want to cover up. Don’t need a sailor doing something we’ll all regret.” He said as he turned and started to stalk back the way they came in the direction of the workshop, shoulders faintly trembling in mindless animal fear.
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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 Nov 28, 2019 21:19:28 GMT -8
Dione was familiar with magic- breathed because of it, beheld miracles at its whim- but it had been a long time since she was witness to artisans at work.
She sat, transfixed, as Noma took hold of the water without touching it, swaying back and forth with a natural ebb and flow. Her eyes danced with her movements, feeling the magic spark around them as the water rose and began to form around her.
Then, there was Sola. That humming from before- she put it in the back of her mind she never entirely ignored it- she knew where it was coming from now. She turned her head to gaze at him intently, noting that his movements were not so dramatic, but still had a wealth of power behind it. The bubble consumed her lower half, and before she spoke her thanks, the jacket was tossed at her.
Holding it to her, the nereid smiled. She'd never met one like him before.
His secret was safe with her.
She turned to address Noma, her teeth showing as she grinned. "I don't know how long it's been since I've been able to explore dry land!" she exclaimed, testing a few steps here and there. She remembered how to walk, as she could do so atop water quickly, but it had been so many years since she'd felt the gravity of the air around her, pulling her into the dirt just below. She reached a hand out to Noma.
"I don't know my way, so I depend on you both now!"
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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 28, 2019 21:56:13 GMT -8
"Hmph, I knew it," voice low, Noma glared accusingly at Sola. Noma dejectedly stared at the magic that now gave her legs. All this time, he'd been keeping this huge secret from her. The secret that he was more than what he pretended to be. Best friends didn't keep such secrets from each other! Which could only mean that he didn't consider them to be.Sharing such things meant a certain level of trust, which only she thought them to have had. The painful revelation nearly left her reeling, but she pushed the feelings of betrayal aside and focused, for the sake of the nereid. At least Sola was finally doing something, as she was somewhat relieved to no longer have to make decisions in a situation she knew absolutely nothing about, unlike them. Her father had a lifetime of experience with all sort of creatures during the time he was a sailor; maybe he could help them figure out what to do. Wiping away the sour expression with a firm blink, she grinned back at the happy nereid. It was nearly impossible to stay mad around such a beautiful creature. Her excitement was infectious. "Follow me!" Noma lead the way.
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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 Dec 1, 2019 11:02:30 GMT -8
Stupid. Stupid! Stupid! Sola snarled internally as he stalked towards the workshop. He was scarred and not thinking straight. He had used magic he hadn't used in years and spoken a language that he'd tried to forget for even longer. The neriad certainly knew who he was, and he was sure Noma would have questions. And of course the damn bident had started acting up, the hum audible even as he clamped his hand down onto it. It was vibrating so hard it was making his hands shake. Or at least that was what he told himself. He'd swear this day couldn't possibly get any worse, but he was sure the sea gods would take that as a personal challenge if he dared.
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