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<b>Thread Status:</b>Closed
<b>Players involved:</b> Andromeda, Pikku
<b>Characters involved:</b> Kaede(Pikku) & Olympias(Andromeda)
<b>Setting:</b> A Quiet Tavern, on a worn road-- a common place to whet your whistle.
<b>Time:</b> Current, Evening
<b>Weather:</b> A storm from the west is passing through, Drenching outside, and leading to those who can, to seek shelter.

<b>Thread Status:</b>closed
<b>Players involved:</b> Aquarius and Horvat
<b>Characters involved:</b> Auxina and Drustan
<b>Setting:</b> Xira > Prerio City
<b>Time:</b> current, night time
<b>Weather:</b> It's a cool night, with cloudy skies, it'll begin to rain soon as the clouds become more darker.

Auxina's wings soared the night as she was preferably a nocturnal creature but she is able to progress throughout the day time as well due to her human and bat genetics. She'd be attired with her casual wear with an average size black cloak she wore for playful dramatic effect. She skipped throughout the great city as she previously flown through, she saw many stores that were closed so as she grew hungry she stompped her feet with furious emotion. She wandered throughout the city until she made it to this tavern that was clearly open due to the lights, she would then skip over to the door knocking on it as she has been anxiously in need for some food and a home.

Her last adventure wasn't  as planned as she has yet again used her future vision which upsetted her and she also came face to face with many dragons along her journey though she didn't really have much of a home just yet. Their were times where she started to think back to the parents whom abandoned her in which then she normally crumbles her fist transitioning to angery states a few times.

<b>Thread Status:</b>Closed<b>Players involved:</b> Avarice and Aquarius
<b>Characters involved:</b> Kynt and Ventura
<b>Setting:</b> Katakarthia > Linosea Forest
<b>Time:</b> Haliea 25th Day, Day time
<b>Weather:</b> Clear skies, light wind blowing

Character's Name:

Ate-Feh

Nicknames:

Ate

Age:

9

Gender:

Female

Species:

Or'rix

Abilities:

Agility:

Like all of the Or'rix kind, Ate-Feh is quick and agile;able to outrun others if need be and usually it's alway sneeded.

Hands-on Fighting:

She'll fuck up a bitch, whether it's with her teeth, claws, or a blade; you better what your back.

Potion Brewing:

Something she'd come to enjoy at some point, but unlike those who sell them for money; Ate will usually keep them for herself. Making them of any reason or kind, using them for herself or perhaps her brother. Her favorites are potions that can eat through locks and metals, making some home robbery so much easier.

Silver Tongue:

Probably one of her better abilities, mostly because it'll get both her and her brother out of some really dumb situations. Especially with his grumpy attitude.

Personality:

Charming:

This personality trait goes hand in hand with her silver tongue, if she isn't stealing the things from your pockets; she may be able to talk you out of them. On a good day she might even be able to talk you out of your clothes, but no one wants that. She'll be flirtatious with anyone she may find in value for her, at least when it comes to the things they own; jewelry being on of her favorite things.

Playfull:

Ate is almost still like a pup, even though she is of teenage age. She loved to rough house, bite, and play just like a little kid would; allowing herself to tackle anyone she might enjoy some play with, though usually this sort of thing is saved for her brother. No matter how grumpy he may be at the time, she gives no actual fucks about it.

Sassy:

If she has something to say, she'll certainly say it. It can be your mom, your grandma, your pack leader, or the damn gods themselves; her sass-mastery knows no actual bounds. Gets her into more trouble than it's actually worth, probably needs a hand over her mouth a times. Any argument with her is just going to be sass central.

History:

Ate-Feh was born in a small litter after her older brother, though she'd been the only pup born in that litter; which was certainly why it could have been considered small. The young woman grew up practically idolizing her older brother, wanted to do this, that, and everything else with the older Or'rix; even if he himself didn't quite enjoy having his little sister tagging along with him.

Ate had followed her brother after his failure to take down the pack leader, it pained her more than anything to have her brother leave and on his own as well. She even joined him with the The Silver Fang, a group she didn't have good feelings of but went along with him to say at his side.

Note: I agreed to take Percy off the hands of thatguy on the condition I'm allowed to make some tweaks and updates, so this is simply a remastered version of his character.

Character's Name: Percy Marius Oaksword
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Abilities: Able to quickly calm people down, has a steady sword arm, good at reading people, charismatic
Appearance: He has wavy golden and dark blonde hair with grey eyes. He stands tall at 6’4, weighing a sturdy 200 pounds. He is incredibly well built.
   
Personality: Percy is upbeat and honest, a kindly young man who goes out of his way to help the people.
Relations: Married to Hadrian Oaksword, and loyal to his Lord, the nobleman Castro Ceasian
Residence: A small but cozy home in Redstone Keep, where he lives with his spouse.
History: Born Percy Marius Morley, the son of a young knight and his wife, percy grew up to be a kind-hearted and gentle lad. In his adolescence, he was scripted to squirehood in the service of a local lord. As he grew older, he rose through the ranks, eventually attaining an esteemed knighthood as his father did before him, bringing honor to his family. Through his time in the military, he met Hadrian Oaksword, the son of a nobleman and his wife, a fellow knight-in-arms in service. The two would court and marry, and are now trying to start a family.

(As this is my first character, although he isn't strictly mine, I think this belongs here
Roleplay Sample: Walking the dusty road, a thin, dark-tanned, older man with a walking stick whistled a tune as he went. His back was bent with age, his hair almost gone. The city that was his destination was several miles up the road, and he was tired, but he didn't slow, nor did he stop whistling. Grettl was determined to be cheery on his trek- there was no point being upset over what he couldn't control, he reasoned. Grettl had been the village storyteller for many years, and before that, he was a traveling bard, back when his voice was young and smooth like honey, and his legs were strong and travel-ready.

When his home had caught fire that night, he had been asleep. It was his dear wife, Morriot that woke him, with her nightgown brought up over her nose to filter out the smoke. By the time they were both outside, the entire village was alight. It was too small to have its own fire brigade, and too far from any mapped settlement to rely on help. Those that escaped their homes huddled in the square while they watched their homes and livelihoods disappear before their eyes. Morriot would pass early that morning, before dawn. Her long-failing lungs could not handle the smoke they had inhaled. With no village left, the residents salvaged what they could and left on foot, or on donkey- or horse-back, heading north along the river to Redstone Keep, the biggest settlement nearby, where many folks had family who would take them in. Like the others who had lost loved ones in the flames, Grettl had to stay behind to bury his wife, and was, in fact, the last one on the road. With no horse or donkey to his name, he simply walked. The fresh memory of his wife's passing troubled and pained him the whole way, but he tried to remain positive.

Along the road, the thunder of hooves rumbled- a patrol of knights rode up behind Grettl, rearing to a stop when they reached his position. The blond-haired knight at the head of the party looked down at him for a moment, then back at his men. In a few words, he sent them along ahead of him, and then he dismounted his horse.
To Grettl, the stranger said, "Where are you heading, my merry old friend?"
Grettl replied, "To Redstone keep, sir. I have only what you see before you, and I will not trouble your journey." He was quite perplexed as to why the knight had stopped.
The stranger introduced himself, "I am Sir Percy Oaksword. I am traveling to Redstone Keep as well, to my home. You look weary, unless I am mistaken. Would you care to ride for the rest of the way, with a young knight at your side to defend you? I ask only for the wizened tales of experience in recompense."
Taken aback by such a kindness from a man in such a lofty position, Grettl hesitantly accepted. When he had mounted, Sir Percy took the horses reins and began to walk the road, leading the horse after him. On the back of a strong warhorse, the road was much easier to traverse for the elder gentleman. In addition, the kind young knight happily drank up the old bard's tales of glorious ancient heroes and some oral traditions detailing the history of mankind and its deeds. To so open a person, Grettl eventually laid bare his own recent tragedy, allowing the knight to weep with him for his misfortune and loss. When they reached the gate to the city, Grettl was loath to part company with Sir Percy, but there they parted anyway. Although to Percy this was a simple, fleeting encounter with no great significance, the old storyteller would remember such a simple, kind deed.

Perhaps Percy will walk into a tavern someday to find such a story being told about himself, immortalized forever by a single motion of care for an otherwise lonely old man.

<b>Thread Status:</b>closed
<b>Players involved:</b> Vaekirri
<b>Characters involved:</b> Hadrian/Percy
<b>Setting:</b> The Redstone Keep
<b>Time:</b> Current, 9:00 AM
<b>Weather:</b> Sunny and Warm


Hadrian gently opened his eyes, the light slowly streaming in as he awoke. He felt the firm grip of his husband Percy around his waist, snuggled incredibly close to the younger man. To say his arse was sore would be putting it politely - it ached from how long the two had been at it last night, pleasuring each other as much as they could. But still, he didn't mind it, considering who was next to him. Soft breaths floated down his neck as Percy softly snored next to him, dozing away with a smile on his face. The sun had risen early and was shining high in the sky as the young husbands snoozed.

With that in mind, he carefully rolled onto his side to face Percy, gazing into his smiling face. He had been so beautiful the first time they met, with curly golden blonde hair and grey eyes, as well as a build even bigger than he was. And now that they were married, to him the knight seemed even more beautiful with every moment that had passed where the two had been together.

His lips gently met Percy's in a long, sweet, passionate kiss as he attempted to wake up his love, the blonde beard soft and slightly scratchy against his own. He moved from the man’s lips to his neck, face, and chest, never wanting to leave his embrace - or the bed for that matter.

CharafterName: Lunula Stone

Nicknames: The Wanderer, Nialle's Oracle, The Vessel Of Magic.

Age:  250

Gender: Female

Species: Kitsune[Oracle Of Nialle]

Abilities:

Gate Magic: This was an ability given to her as a token of a great faith of Nialle, once she became the next Oracle of the Kitsunes she obtain this power. Using an extensive arsenal of spells each one is called upon the user and is formed in magic circles that leviate around or infront of the palm of the user. Using this magic she is able to form elemental spells, a few supporting spells along with a spell which is more so a last resort that really causes destruction to areas it's impacted to.

Telekinesis + Telepathy:The two skills both go in correlation of her massive intellectual state, she has been seeking knowledge about the gods along with general things in the world her entire life, it's an ability inherited by parents where she has the power to read minds along with lift objects. She isn't able to lift over things that are enormous unless she is provoked to however even so this power can strain her body internally. Using her telepathy she is into able to read the minds of pure of heart easily yet with permission, getting into the minds of evil is fairly difficult and causes one to have much patience and discipline when trying to obtain control.

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