Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Jan 15, 2019 7:31:53 GMT -8
Stepping into a walled courtyard with trees on every side and statues of the old tains of Taingaard you were met not only by this but also by a huge rock in the end of the courtyard where the names of the past winners of The Great Hunt were inscribed.
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Erik Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 36 
Age: 59
Physical Description: Scarred from battle and with long white hair and beard Erik is marked by life, and his old body is still still very much fit and ready for battle.
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and gems aren't his way of showing off power. Instead you will see him carrying his prized masterwork sword and runed iron ring, the latter which symbolizes the ultimate power in Taingaard. He often wears a fur cape that extends down to his heels, but also adorns himself in plate armor when travelling outside the city walls.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:38:29 GMT -8
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Post by Erik Haldar on Jan 15, 2019 9:13:17 GMT -8
Greeting every participant the head tain Erik Haldar stood on the podium along with the two other tains from Leifheim and Skulhøy to see off the ones going on the hunt. He was waiting until people gathered and would first announce the team and then where they would be assigned to hunt.
"I salute you warriors! In collaboration with the esteemed Kord Vanskaar whom you have certainly met, we have comprised the list of the participants this year and I will now announce which people are in teams together with whom. Due to the many participants and the lack of ravens to scout for us, we have ruled that this year everyone goes in a team and we will be rewarding team efforts greatly!" Erik Haldar announced as he took a deep sighed. "I will start with the groups that are not fully taingaardian and continue with the taingaardian groups afterwards!" Erik said and started reading them aloud.
1. Isgerd, Rutgard and Elizabeth
2. Alverein and Arweth
3. Taro, Wuppo and Seijo
4. Rune and Altan
5. Mielon, Skarlet and Kinzokan
6. Roxanne, Khepri, Rudi and Deidra
From here on he would read through the pure taingaardian groups before eventually handing out the exact instructions after a short pause.
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Jan 15, 2019 10:31:01 GMT -8
Rune was quite eager to begin the hunt, who knew what sort of foul beasts he would encounter! He hoped whatever he faced posed a challenge.
As the head tain began to speak, Rune became less eager and excited, however, his smile turning to a frown.
"Teams? Who is Altan?" Rune said aloud, looking around. He didn't seem pleased.
"More likely than not he will just slow me down... how boring!"
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Seijo Ito and Izanami
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 27
Physical Description: Seijo Ito is a severe man with harsh, gaunt features, marred by a scar across his cheek and an eyepatch where his left eye once was. He is wiry but muscled, not unlike a coiled spring and his remaining eye features a joyless, harsh gaze.
Conversely, the spirit Izanami that guides and aids him features fine, pale features that are beautifully, almost perfectly proportioned. When appearing as a human, her hair is black and straight, falling in a waterfall down her back and her eyes are so blue as to seem almost otherworldly. When in her true appearance she seems to flow as if beneath water, floating above the ground as her eyes become solidly white and hair flows beautifully in a series of blues.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clad in loose-fitting fabrics, Seijo's clothes have seen better days, although seem to be almost noble if they were in better condition.
Beneath his clothes is a thin chain shirt to protect his torso from lucky blows or an assassin's blade, but it won't hold against much more than that.
He wields a katana, and has a wakizashi tied at his waist, symbolizing his status as a swordsman.
Izanami has only her own clothes which she can manipulate, but can not be manipulated by anyone else die to her intangibility.
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Registered: Dec 27, 2017 1:34:01 GMT -8
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Post by Seijo Ito and Izanami on Jan 15, 2019 10:35:40 GMT -8
Seijo arrived early as was his wont, followed closely by his ghostly retainer. So far he had kept mostly to himself, maintaining his blade with due diligence, and preparing much of his cold weather gear. He was no stranger to sleeping beneath the stars, even in the cold though he may have underestimated the bitter winter of Taingaard. Even so, with a quiver of arrows, delicately poisoned for his kill, his blade in its best condition, he was ready for whatever beast they may seek. What he was not ready for, however, was to be fighting alongside a monster.
As his name was read along with Taro and the freakish creature that the others foolishly allowed to remain in their presence, his grip tightened on the grip of his blade. He would have to discuss this with someone, perhaps find a way to get switched teams. Or, merely leave Wuppo to die somewhere along the way. He looked to Izanami as she hovered closer, placing a hand over his own. She looked quite strange, in her kimono, completely unprotected by the frosty air.
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Alverein De Nelethas
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 687
Physical Description: Having lived through more than his fair share of trials in his life, Alverein appears slightly more weathered than the average elf of his age, appearing more towards his Middle Ages then he might otherwise. His hair is a mix of black and grey, the salt and pepper effect having barely come into contact with his beard. The very top of his left ear is missing and a cross-like scare marks his left eye, though thankfully he didn’t lose the eye itself.
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Clothes and Equipment: His usual outfit is a white shirt tucked into dark pants with his usual boots which are grey with elven glyphs worked into it in silver.
His weapons are storied blades in their own right, having existed long before he was even an idea, and probably continuing to do so long after he is naught but dust and half forgotten legend.
The Eclipse Blade, Teuvel Tel Fadien Teuivae: with a handle of dark iron bound in leather, and a scabbard of the same, until drawn Teuivae can seem like an ordinary sword of no great importance. Once drawn however it's magical nature is quite evident. The blade changes with the phase of the moon, variably seemingly made of a metal the color of moonlight and the night sky. The materials change the percentage of the weapon constructed as the moon waxes and wanes, becoming made of more moon-steel while waxing until being fully so on the nights of the full moon, and the shadowy stuff of night while waning until being fully so during a new moon.
The blade of Neverwinter has a cross guard shaped like the Sigil of the city who shares its name, both taking their name from the man who lead to the creation of both, an egg sized ruby being set into the iris on both sides.
The Neverwinter Shortsword: On his opposite hip rises the paired number of the blade, a shortsword created years after as much as a ceremonial twin as one for the battlefield. It shares a common look with its elder, though is not as distinct.
In his other hand more often than not however his black staff stands, a simple construction of wood so dark it almost seems to absorb light when it is not cracking with violet Eldritch energy.
His armor is an archaic custom creation of his, based off of several designs and made to provide equal parts defense and maneuverability for a magic user and crafted from mithral and materials harvested from a black dragon.
His cloak is of fine make, and lined with dark grey winter wolf fur. The natural abilities of the beast it's made from protects him from temperatures well below freezing.
At his back is his bag of holding, though you’d never be able to pick it out as magical from a dozen average satchels. Beaten and travel-worn, it’s been there more often than not, and he owes most of what little he has left to it’s magical depths.
The Key of Khrazan is what he owes for the rest of what he still has, when inserted into a door's lock and turned it opens a gate between that door and a pocket of space like a bag of holding that's 30ft wide x 120ft long x 30ft high. Inside is furnished with wood walls and a stone floor. Once the door is closed it will open back up to normal place it would access until the room is opened up from inside. If the door has been shut the only way to contact it from the outside world is by placing the key's matched doorknocker against the door and knocking with it.
He has several rings and a few other trinkets on him at all times, mementos from his former life.
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Registered: Dec 1, 2018 1:08:20 GMT -8
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Post by Alverein De Nelethas on Jan 15, 2019 21:00:36 GMT -8
Alverein has a bemused expression on his face as he listened to the announcement of teams. He’d ended up here on a recommendation. Apparently his friend from Isra had signed him up for the hunt. He didn’t mind. It’d been a while since he’d actually done something with his skills.
He glanced around at the gathered people, and wondered at the identity of his “partner”. Well, if nothing else this should be... interesting.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Jan 15, 2019 22:04:28 GMT -8
Krypt stood there at the side of the courtyard and listened to the announcements. Mielon and Skarlet, eh? He'd never heard of them, but in many ways it didn't matter who was in his team. Part of him wondered who amongst those gathered they were, but he wasn't so enthusiastic for the hunt that he would call out and search. He was sure they could find him instead, so he nestled his back against a tree, crossed his arms and closed his eyes.
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Wuppo
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Physical Description: "The citizens of Tamatoshi Bay would lay eyes on Wuppo, a 10-foot tall ogre, dirty with grime and what was probably dried blood. The giant's black beard was messily braided and twisted into two strands that hung from his chin, and the hair atop his head tied into a somewhat familiar but not entirely correct topknot."
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 3:10:43 GMT -8
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Post by Wuppo on Jan 16, 2019 5:00:13 GMT -8
As Wuppo stood in the courtyard of the Tain's domicile, he appeared to be a walking contradiction. He was wearing the heavy, warm jade green haori jacket given to all members of the Tawakoshi party, which was made of fine silk and had stitched into it the familiar and subtle cherry blossom crest. Lashed around his waist (with what appeared to be homemade cordage) was an obviously aged and well used ogre-sized wooden club, and he carried in his left hand a large rock - the rock a bit larger than an average human's head. The ogre was a strange mix of understated Tawakoshi finery, and obvious brutish underpinnings.
Wuppo listened, or at least tried to, as Erik spoke, but only hearing his own name would bring his attention fully back to the man. His mind tended to wander when not given a specific goal-oriented task, and even then he was prone to wandering off if that task didn't move along in a way that kept him on track. Wuppo's mind at that moment was focused on Seijo, and more specifically his female companion. Wuppo was dense at times, that was fair enough criticism, but even the ogre would have picked up on the fact that Seijo did not appreciate his company - which to Wuppo seemed about normal for a human from Tawakoshi. This had kept Wuppo from interacting with Seijo very much on the trip over from Tawakoshi, but now he looked at the woman with him. The woman appeared to be from Tawakoshi, wearing a kimono which Wuppo was familiar with and which also set her apart from the very differently dressed denizens of Taingaard. This would be easily explained, except for one point; Wuppo was absolutely certain he'd never seen her before just. How did a woman from Tawakoshi get all the way across the ocean with the party, without Wuppo ever having seen her?
Wuppo moved through the crowd, most of which he found to not be tightly bunched up and easy enough for him to get through, and over to Seijo and his female accompanier. Wuppo squinted, standing a few strides away from them. He bent his upper body downwards toward the pair, and smelled the air around them. Something wasn't right here, and Wuppo didn't possess the manners and level of social awareness it would take for a normal person not to mention it.
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Erik Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 59
Physical Description: Scarred from battle and with long white hair and beard Erik is marked by life, and his old body is still still very much fit and ready for battle.
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and gems aren't his way of showing off power. Instead you will see him carrying his prized masterwork sword and runed iron ring, the latter which symbolizes the ultimate power in Taingaard. He often wears a fur cape that extends down to his heels, but also adorns himself in plate armor when travelling outside the city walls.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:38:29 GMT -8
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Post by Erik Haldar on Jan 16, 2019 15:51:29 GMT -8
As Erik gave people time to find their partners and had finished reading the lists he cleared his throat and got people's attention once again. "Listen, listen..!" he exclaimed. "Those who have been in the Hunt before knows this, but to recap I will inform you that you are each given an area from within you must keep your hunt. In some of these areas our scouts have told tales of these beasts, while in others we know next to nothing. You are not obliged to hunt down these legendary beasts... But good points are given for your success in the matter!" Erik said with a sly smile. "The teams have been given the following locations to hunt and are to leave for these areas as quickly as possible after I am done announcing it." he said and yet again read from his list, starting with the groups that were not pure Taingaardians. " Team one is going to The Old Mountain Pass up north past Lysfjord in the snowy mountains. Maybe this team will decide to take on the mighty challenge it is to hunt down the old warg Baedor?" Erik asked rhetorically. " Team two will head for Sentient Springs, a damp area in the southern part of Thornwood, where the darkness seems to attract more than enough foul beings for you to pick." he said and nodded towards them. " Team three will be departing for Kharg's Stomping Grounds in Østfold! We know of a legendary creature there named... Kharg..." Erik said to let it seep in and continued. "Who is a beast of great physical might being half giant and half mammoth. Best of luck, if you choose to go for this one!" Erik said and smiled wryly. " Team four will visit Mistylight Swamp close to Vildmose, where the trees, plants and animals are all affected by twisted magic and little is known by its natural inhabitants." he said with a slightly concerned look to his face. " Team five will locate The Glade of Origins, and ancient hollowed out ice cave, where it is said that an old evil is lurking, a frosty and old creature from past times that few would approach. Let's hope someone one day will put an end to this beast's reign." Erik said and frowned. " Finally team six will go to Aldr Skog which is located in the heart of the dangerous Thornwood and here in the oversized forest not only the natural creatures will pose a challenge, but the one known as 'Grasst' who according to the myth was once a druid who in his longing to become one with nature abused his magic to a point that he become a mindless beast. Whether or not you'll be going for him, you would do well to be aware of his presence and magic." Erik warned them. After reading the rest of the groups aloud Erik grinned and greeted them one last time as a scouting raven would fly down to each group - required to magically transmit the fights and their progress back to the judges, the three tains. At the same time every team had been given a map of Taingaard they could use to roughly navigate to their destination: Taingaard Map"Be well on you way and remember to walk with honor always!" Erik said as parting words to the brave hunters and warriors that were participating. |
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Altan of The Qara'Möngke
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 22
Physical Description: Towering over most men, with shoulders as broad as the mountains Altan is everything a Tamorjin Man of The Mountains should be. With a chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, brutish brow, and dark eyes he would be considered ruggedly handsome even in the more gentle parts of the world. The only mar of his features is three great scars running down his right eye and cheek from when he was raked by a mighty bears paw.
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Registered: Nov 5, 2018 16:39:57 GMT -8
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Post by Altan of The Qara'Möngke on Jan 16, 2019 17:52:53 GMT -8
Hearing his name called Altan searches out the person who is looking for him, who he assumes is this Rune he's been assigned to. It doesn't take him long to find the voice and he walks over to stand in front of the other... let's call him a man.
Altan looks down at Rune, and down, and down. The Mountain man was damn near twice the little man's height and he was trying to figure out if they were letting children in on the hunt. He knew that outlanders were short but this one was short even for the outlanders he'd seen.
"I am Altan, Chief of The Qara'Mongke may we have a good hunt." Diplomacy was a new skill for him and while his words were friendly the look in his eye spoke of much incredulity at Rune's ability to keep up.
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Jan 18, 2019 9:39:52 GMT -8
Rune sighed as the huge man walked up to him, "Yeah yeah... my name is Rune. Let's just head out, I guess," Rune said, turning around and heading out.
Rune was so sure the man would follow him he didn't even look back, heading towards the Mistylight Swamp.
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Isgerd
Established
Wayfinder
Roleplay posts: 40 
Age: 23
Physical Description: A shapeshifter who finds it easy to slip into the skin and feathers of a raven, Isgerd was raised by her druidic people in the forest of Gronskog. Not finding a settled life to her taste, she took many detours before she made her way to Vikhafen to offer her services to the Tain as a scout, messenger and guide.
Clothes and Equipment: Tall and leanly muscular, she walks with a light step. Dressed in the colours of the wilderness, browns, greys and greens, she livens up her practical wear with beads and feathers. Her hair is reddish-brown and worn in a long braid. She has pale skin and ice-blue eyes that don't seem to miss much.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Jul 12, 2018 1:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Isgerd on Jan 18, 2019 13:36:43 GMT -8
Isgerd slid a sly glance over to Rutgard when their names were announced in the first group. Already she was standing next to him, and she certainly didn’t seem at all surprised that they were in the same group, almost as though she may have whispered in somebody’s ear about it beforehand. “Looks like you and I are together. This should be a good warm up for our griffon hunt,” she said, sliding her arm into his. “We’ll be able to see more of each other’s skills in action, and talking of griffons,” she cast her eye over the crowd to see if she could spot the woman named Elizabeth, “I’m sure I overheard someone say that this Elizabeth of Isra rides a griffon. Now this I must see!” Rutgard Isenhall Elizabeth Finch |
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Rutgard Isenhall
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 28
Physical Description: 6'2, broad shoulders and strong arms, generally wears his hair in some sort of braid. Avatar is otherwise accurate.
Clothes and Equipment: Rutgard has a distinct lack of caring for finery and generally wears plain clothing of linen or leather. During the winter he has a cloak of fur pieced together by some of the elder women who care for him when he returns from the hunt. He carries a large two handed axe that has been inscribed with ruins along the eye.
Registered: Aug 23, 2018 5:26:27 GMT -8
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Post by Rutgard Isenhall on Jan 19, 2019 9:42:22 GMT -8
Rutgard was unaware of the blatant rigging of one of his would be compassions but he wasn’t about to balk at the assignment, just the opposite. Their own journey had been delayed for this tournament and he believed that it might give them the chance to learn more about each other as their Tain had suggested. He glanced to her as she looked to hm and he smiled, the sort of broad grin that spoke of him not minding. He’d been relaxed in his pose both feet spread apart and hands tucked into his pockets lightly. He removed his right slightly as she took it allowing her a gap between chest and arm. Leaning slightly her way as she spoke he enjoyed the soft lilt of her voice but he looked forward to hearing that of the other. Isgerd only made his interest grow with her words as he said, “Oh,” once in curiosity before interjecting his own thoughts, “She must be quite talented herself then to have joined forces with such a creature.”
His respect for Griffins was only marred by his utter fascination. Like a schoolboy he was undoubtedly going to be staring a bit at the beast itself, which might earn him a few points as it kept his eyes away from other places. He’d yet to see it but he’d stumbled out of bed last minute. His hair looked the part in disarray but one hand ran through it tossed the locks back to where it seemed purposeful. Groggy before joining up with Isgerd he’d gotten his wits about him quick as the announcements began as he was certain she’d whip him should he not be up to sparring with her.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jan 19, 2019 14:43:04 GMT -8
Liz would not be hard to spot, she was an imposing figure astride an even more imposing griffin. St. George was a fine, majestic specimen of a griffin. Approximately average sized for a male griffin, the care to which he was subjected was immediately evident. His fur was a beautiful golden brown, shifting seamlessly into the steely grey feathers that formed almost a mane around his head. His beak showed some of the only visible scars on his body, a long, jagged mark that ran from the tip to his head. A relic of some long ago fight. The saddle behind his wings was simple, no flashy markings just pure functionality. On his left side a lance was strapped in, kept clear of his wingpath and motions.
She sat tall atop the griffin as she looked for any indication of her teammates. The only other weapon she possessed beside the lance was a crossbow strapped to her back, and a dagger strapped to her hip. Her gear was as simple as the saddle, well-crafted and functional, the only thing flashy a metal bracelet inlaid with brilliant green emeralds on her right wrist.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Jan 22, 2019 15:52:12 GMT -8
Krypt stood there at the side of the courtyard and listened to the announcements. Mielon and Skarlet, eh? He'd never heard of them, but in many ways it didn't matter who was in his team. Part of him wondered who amongst those gathered they were, but he wasn't so enthusiastic for the hunt that he would call out and search. He was sure they could find him instead, so he nestled his back against a tree, crossed his arms and closed his eyes. A hooded figure walks under the shade of the tree and pulls her hood down. "Yo, I'm Skaret. Looking for my team." She looks at Krypt and tries to figure out what sort of person he is, he looks tough. |
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