Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
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Post by Keph on Nov 22, 2018 20:33:10 GMT -8
It was just a freaking rabbit!
Keph ran, ran as quick as he could as a large, fanged beast covered from muzzle-to-tail in brown fur chased after him. All he had been doing was hunting for a meal, but apparently, he sought after what that direwolf had already decided to make its dinner.
Behind Keph was a rabbit - a dead rabbit - a rope was tightly wrapped around it, pulling its battered corpse after the young man. A more sensible person would've no doubt by now released the critter, after all, it was likely the direwolf would leave him along if he were simply to drop it, and the meat was rather beat up from being dragged across the forest floor, but dammed be him if he was about to announce that anything and anyone could take his food if they just happened to be large enough and have the appropriate amount of sharp teeth!
Over that root...
Keph almost fell, but as usual, he managed to regain his footing.
Watch out for that tree...
He'd briefly looked behind him, to check on the direwolf's progress, this almost causing him to run right into a tree, but just barely he managed to swiftly step to the side and narrowly avoid it, only getting lightly scratched as its branches tried to keep him.
Orc...
It appeared a greenskin's corpse would be able to take the glory of getting Keph to lose his balance. The young man dropped face-first into the ground, the familiar taste of dirt invading his mouth, yet he had no time to don on that as the direwolf was still on his tail.
Keph rolled onto his back, then somehow, although panicking, managed to pull out his shortsword in a nick of time. The direwolf, noticing the young man's dilemma and not wanting to lose out on a larger meal than a small critter, leaped towards him, just as it did, he held the blade upwards, the beast stabbing its chest into it. Now in a fit of rage and fueled by its instinct to survive, it began to claw at Keph, yet its paws could only reach the ends of his arms. Its maw attempted to bite at his face, managing to get close yet still inches away. Meanwhile, Keph was making the herculean effort to hold the beast away, one hand pressing the blade deeper into its chest - causing it to let out an agonized sound - while the other did the best it could to push it back, his legs flailing about, occasionally managing to knee it.
Young Keph grit his dirt-covered teeth, the saliva of the direwolf dripping upon his face, and for whatever reason his figure appeared to be getting dimmer, darker; he was in quite the pickle and it was obvious that he was going to need more than a bit of help.
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on Nov 23, 2018 8:17:32 GMT -8
One of the few things the Chestknight only rarely had to worry about were animals. Most such creatures, in their natural state, left him well-enough alone. One of the benefits of being a Fae, and so when he heard the rushing, crashing underbrush he did not move from his spot as he cleaned his blade. The death of the small prey the animal was chasing, he was sure, would be a tragedy but it was not his place to alter the natural circle of life. As a flurry of movement burst into his clearing, however, he turned just in time to spot a young human faceplant moments before the ferocious furred form, foaming at the mouth leap upon him.
This was most certainly not the natural order of things! As the smaller form tried to hold the beast at bay, the Chestknight launched himself from his position, running as quickly as his stubby legs could carry him. With renewed vigor the dire wolf attempted a more decisive snap, wheezing as a small, but surprisingly firm arm grappled it. Locked over its throat and with a lunge to peel the creature off Keph, the knight managed to rock the creature off of the young man, repositioning to place the back of the creature across his shoulders as its legs kicked at the air, blood soaking freely into its fur from the no-doubt mortal wound Keph had delivered.
The Fae heaved the creature, slinging it several feet away to land with a thud. One it quickly recovered from. Whipping to its feet it charged and, yanking his sword from his sheath, gleaming amber even in the darkness of the tree's boughs, The knight's blade caught the center of the charging brute's chest. A second grevious wound that, after staggering for a moment, proved to be the creature's downfall. It slumped, dead. With a sickening squelch the knight pulled free his blade, quietly lamenting the loss as he turned to approach Keph, holding out a friendly hand.
"Are you safe, good sir? The wolf did not wound you I hope?"
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Nov 26, 2018 21:35:49 GMT -8
The vampire let out a soft hiss when he was smacked, his irritation flaring for just a moment. He decided not to retaliate further: it would get him nowhere.
He followed the path for however long it would take him, though he did wonder if they were leading him to his death. Still, knowing fae, they would make some game out of it. If there was a game, then there should be a chance to win it.
As he walked, he noted that something else had taken hold of his senses and distorted his sense of time. It stirred his temper, but he did not reach out to find its source. He was already in deep trouble as is. If he tried to be too nosy then he might anger whatever was trying to manipulate him. After a long while of feeling like he was getting absolutely nowhere... he came upon the clearing.
Now, Vasco certainly had a temper, but he was not stupid. One glance at the flowers, their scent heavy on the wind, and he knew they were important. Gods above, they were practically looking at him!
He looked around to make sure something wouldn't pop out at him the moment he let his guard down, and after deciding he was fine for the moment, cautiously knelt down in front of the flowers. He reached out and tentatively tugged at one, wondering what in the world they wanted him to do with something this ridiculous.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Nov 29, 2018 6:24:02 GMT -8
The flower resisted being pulled up, stuck rather solidly in the ground. As he continued to pull though, the witch lights that had been floating around the clearing lazily became far more erratic as they began to whip around Vasco- their eerie lights flaring up. The scent that was already heavy on the wind became even heavier- the pollen of the plants could actually be seen in the air as a almost unnatural blue color. The cloud of pollen swirled around in the air, driven by the witch lights but that was the least of Vasco's concern.
The flower which he had in his hand began to spurt and ooze a deep purple liquid all over his hand that slightly burned and tingled. As he persisted in tugging, the plants obviously decided to fight back and suddenly a rather thorny root, shot out from the ground to wrap around the offending wrist that pulled at it, the thorns burrowing deep into his wrist.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Dec 1, 2018 20:32:26 GMT -8
Vasco was not so stubborn as to keep pulling on the flower after the pollen began to cloud the air. Luckily, the vampire didn't need to breathe, but he did pull the cowl down over his mouth and nose just in case. He did not get up in time to stop the root from wrapping around his wrist, pulling back in surprise.
"Fucking... roots... don't you have any other tricks up your sleeve!?" he cursed, reaching for his sword so that he could slash away at the damned abomination of nature.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 1, 2018 22:32:26 GMT -8
As his sword slashed through the roots, the plant receded back away from him, more of the eerie purple ooze seeping out from the slice. The spot where the thorns had been buried smarted something terrible, but as he tilted his hand back, the liquid that had gotten onto his hand from when he violently grabbed at the plant dripped down over the puncture wounds.
The pain gradually receded, the nectar of the strange flowers obviously having some form of healing properties as the purple fluid seeped slowly into his skin leaving to remnants of his injury behind. The witch lights were a buzz again, quickly zipping through the meadow bt giving him a large berth as the toxic metal glimmered in the faint light.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Dec 4, 2018 22:35:31 GMT -8
Keph's form continued to get darker and darker, the sight of the young lad growing increasingly distorted, but then, suddenly as some unknown individual pulled the wolf from over him, the weird effect encompassing the young hunter vanished, and he quickly dragged himself back away from the wolf, which was suspended in mid-air by... was that a humanoid chestnut?
At this point, Keph's fear of the dire wolf was outdone by his surprise as to what he was seeing; sure, he had seen plenty of weird stuff in his so-far short existence, but it was difficult not to be utterly bewildered by a humanoid chestnut holding a direwolf over its head as if it were weightless. Keph would soon have more to be impressed by; his jaw dropped as the same direwolf that had just been moments away from making him its meal was heaved through the air, into the soil.
Somehow, even with Keph having stabbed it, and whatever that was throwing its weakened form into the ground, it still managed to get up to attempt another assault - he had forgotten just how resilient direbeasts could be.
His eyes briefly shut themselves as the Chestnut's sword slid its tip into the beast's chest, finally putting it down, a pool of blood quickly forming beneath it as blood gushed out.
Keph looked upon his small savior, nodding in response to its question, his jaw still dropped from what he had just witnessed, and then he began to clap, his previous predicament had definitely been worth what he had just gotten to bear witness to.
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on Dec 5, 2018 12:12:07 GMT -8
With the severity of the moment finished, the Chesknight could not help but not the peculiarity he had seen before. This young human seemed much brighter than he had earlier observed, something he noted with some puzzlement. In the end, however, he was more relieved to see that he emerged relatively unharmed. At the moment, however, it seemed the poor boy was in shock. That is, until he began to clap. For a moment it was the diminutive knight's turn to be stunned, and he couldn't deny feeling a little embarrassed.
"Ah, thank you?" he announced, tone a little subdued. As if accepting credit for this round of applause would make him seem more the fool when he found it was not intended for him. Then, after regaining his composure: "I am relieved to see you unscathed, good sir. I am the Chesknight, travelling fae and friend to all those who need one. May I ask what your name be?"
It was unusual to see a human so far from the beaten path, so he suspected the boy must be a ranger or tracker. Perhaps the wolf had been his quarry, although it had certainly seemed the other way around from the knight's perspective.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Dec 5, 2018 12:44:36 GMT -8
The vampire hissed as the vines scratched his hand, watching the dark blood ooze from his fingers. Normally, in the day, such a wound would take hours to heal, but...
"What?"
Before his very eyes, the fluid that had splurted from the plant stitched up the scratches as though it had never happened. His eyes flicked upward at the toxic cloud. Ah.
Using the sword he bent down and grabbed at the flower again, cutting it close to the soil. The fae were annoying, but at least they knew how to get a message across when they felt like giving you the silent treatment. With the flower in hand, he began to walk across the field in the path that the witch lights created for him. He pressed his cowl to his face, making absolutely sure none of the cloud would get in his system, stagnant as it was.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 6, 2018 16:42:41 GMT -8
As he walked along, the witchlights drifted alongside him, still buzzing around him like anxious little mosquitoes. They guided him back over to the forest, leaving the patch of healing flowers behind.
Once he grew nearer, the witchlights surged on ahead of him and a path gradually opened up before him, guiding him back within the depths of the forest. The witchlights swirled around him several times as he walked along, before darting into the woods, clearly trying to urge him to be quick about it and get back into the forest with the flower in hand. Though he had cut the flower, it still apparently had some life in it as the stem slowly wrapped its way around his wrist. It was not a tight grip, almost just to keep him from dropping it or spilling anymore of the precious nectar inside.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Dec 13, 2018 13:35:31 GMT -8
Though he stopped himself from swatting at the lights, he did lean and veer away from them with an annoyed sneer. His pace never slowed in lieu of it. At some point, they hit a nerve and caused his pace to quicken.
He went deeper into the forest, following the path, never straying. He did note the flower's behavior, scorning it for its liveliness. These animalistic plants were just too much!
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 13, 2018 16:00:04 GMT -8
The trip was not a long one at his pace, but eerily illuminated by the witch lights along the path. They stopped bugging him soon enough once they approved of his pace.
Once he was properly back into the woods, the only got thicker and thicker, the path getting harder to follow by increments. Rising up into view as Vasco continued, he could see a great oak, clearly far older than most other trees in the forest by it's girth and canopy. In this part of the wood, there was a greater abundant of creatures, skittered in front of him rapidly or jumping over his head in the canopy. Though this should have been a calmer part of the forest, the air felt heavy with anxiety, creatures chittering all around Vasco as he drew closer to the tree. Something had happened to upset the balance.
It was that hard to figure out what that something was as Vasco drew closer to the tree and saw there was a large hollow nestled in the root work of the tree. And inside curled up and minutely twitching giving off small whimpers and moans of pain, there was the auburn haired fae that had gotten him into this mess.
She did not look well, pale and sweaty, her veins stark against the paper white skin. The ground all around her was slightly singed but worse yet the grass and moss were slowly dying, turning and sickly brown as it withered. And the radius of the circle only persisted in widening the longer he looked on at her.
The witch lights whizzed by him directing his attention to the girl, buzzing around his head trying to urge him in her direction.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Dec 16, 2018 20:17:30 GMT -8
Coming upon the pitiful sight of the sick fairy, Vasco grunted, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose. When he got out of that blasted forest he was going to find the nearest bar and drink himself to death. At least there was no one else here to witness the moment, and the vampire was going to be sure to avoid these woods for the rest of his unlife if he could manage it. He wouldn't be able to bare getting mocked by this creature.
Kneeling down, he craned his neck and reached out toward the fairy, eyes flitting to the ground to witness the decay before he grabbed her and attempted to pull her towards him. "Where the blast did I tag you?" he hissed, looking for the wound. "I've got your little healey flower. Where am I supposed to put it?"
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 17, 2018 15:57:32 GMT -8
Kaelie groaned and cried out at being moved so suddenly, another small shock of decay spreading out and blossoming out from where she laid. The enormous tree above them creaked and groaned in response, giving a warning sway. Flowers wilted and shriveled up in the wake of the curse that was spreading from her. As he tugged her over though, it was made rather obvious where exactly the wound was.
A nasty gash that seemed to only enlarge and consume more of the flesh around it was on her left arm. The veins in her arm stood out starkly against her pale skin as her body attempted in vain to fight of the infection from the toxic metal. The girl's face was scrunched up in pain and she didn't seem able to respond to Vasco's questions.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Dec 29, 2018 13:16:57 GMT -8
Now that the vampire did know where the wound was, he took the flower and without hesitation pressed it against the wound. He had almost no doubt that this would work. Everything was pointing to this moment. If something went wrong now then it would officially mean he was foolish enough to fall into this fairy's trap.
His mother would never let him live it down.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 29, 2018 23:01:24 GMT -8
The faerie gave a yelp at the manhandling as the vampire pressed the flower against her wound. She jerked as she yelped only for it to slowly die down. As did everything around him. It was almost as if the forest had become fixed in time, the witchlights no longer flitting around, the animals ceasing in their chittering and flitting about.
Then slowly the nectar of the flower began to seep out and slowly encase the injured fae's upper arm around the wound. Once the flower had given up all it could, it withered and dried up in his hands, crumbling into dust but the nectar remained fixed around the fae's arm. Gradually the color began to return to the fae's face and her expression smoothed from pain into relief as the nectar worked its magic. Globs of black ooze dripped from the fae's arm, further killing the grass below but the infection ceased it's spread and receded. Her breathing evened out but her eyes remained shut, obviously having fallen asleep after the exertion as her body slowly healed with the nectar's help.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Dec 30, 2018 13:44:49 GMT -8
Watching the wound heal and the infection shrivel from the flower's nectar, the vampire sighed. This wasn't going to guarantee his escape, but it sure did bring him one step closer to it. He lifted the girl with a bit of effort and brought her away from the black ooze, just to make sure it didn't continue to affect her in some way and placed her down on the other side of the tree, propped up.
Then, he took himself a few feet away, sat down, elbows propped onto his knees, and waited for her to wake.
However impatient the vampire normally was, time worked differently for him- and as far as he could tell, differently in this realm, as well. As long as he was able to escape at some point, he was fine.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Dec 30, 2018 16:05:40 GMT -8
It did take a good long while before the fae finally began to stir from her slumber. The witchlights grew brighter in response to the world around them growing darker. As the time grew on, the forest also seemed to heal with the fae and forgive the one who has caused the grief. Flowers bloomed around him and chipmunks, squirrels, and even a hedgehog inched up and took a seat next to him waiting. By the time Kaelie opened her eyes, a robin had begun taking up a roost in his hair.
She groaned as she slowly rolled over only to wince as her arm brushed the trunk. The nectar had long since absorbed into her skin, leaving it lightly pink with a must smaller scar across her upper arm, but it was obviously still tender. "Oberon be damned that hurt." She grumbled softly, swallowing thickly as she blinked away tears. She was quite surprised to find herself alive, a bit battered but still breathing. Things hadn't looked too good for a while there. So how did she...
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
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Post by Keph on Dec 31, 2018 15:08:24 GMT -8
Keph continued his clapping for a while longer before finally hopping onto his feet and giving the fae a quick yet courteous bow, the young man then promptly pulled a notebook and a pencil from his satchel and wrote up a message at a remarkable pace.
"His name is Keph. How did it manage to pick up the wolf? They're far smaller than Keph yet Keph would not have been able to so easily grab the wolf."
The young man crouched next to the fae, poking his finger against its shoulder in wonder. He wasn't extremely used to meeting magical beings, so the variety and sheer oddity of many of them was still surprising, especially finding a being that manages to be smaller than himself and still manages to be that strong.
Keph's curiosity getting the better of him, he wrote up another note under the previous: "Where did he learn to wield a sword?"
If the young man was right, the little fae appeared to be a far greater swordsman than he was.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Jan 5, 2019 20:28:50 GMT -8
When the small creature came to sit next to him, Vasco spared it only a glance and a roll of his eyes. The grove was becoming rather colorful and peaceful... much more than it had been previously, even. He knew of several women who would have appreciated its beauty, but this did not fit his particular aesthetic.
All he was waiting for was... ah.
"Oh, well look who's finally awake," grumbled Vasco, trying his best to keep the worst of the edge out of his tone. "Quite a spell you were in-" He raised a finger, grinning as convincingly as a wax statue. "It's a good thing that I found those pretty little flours in that strange little field that could heal you! I think that was rather nice of me, yeah?"
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