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Post by Emily on Jun 3, 2016 21:10:40 GMT -6
Name: Lan'Ra NoballusAge: 20Gender: She/HerRace: HumanHeight: 5'3"Weight: 104 lbsBiggest Fear: DeathPersonality: Lan'Ra is very paranoid, and generally incredibly concerned with self-preservation. While calm and collected most of the time, when she is pushed over the edge by something she fears, she will completely shut out the problem, pretending it's not there, coupling with delusions that fill in the gaps of her new perfect world. This could cause her to talk to herself and walk directly into danger when this 'switch' in her mind is flipped.Backstory: Lan'Ra is a priestess of Balthemis, and was raised to be ever since she was young. She was born to a temple prostitute of another lesser known God, and immediately put up for adoption, and taken into a family of a priest and a priestess. They trained her to lead the church of Balthemis, with practice of holy magic (healing and some damage). She poured herself into her studies, and made very few friends. She was ostracized by her fellow priestesses in training, due to the status of her birth parents. She made one friend that she was rather close to, and they were fairly equal in the ranks in terms of studies. When she was 18,she had an amorous connection with this friend, and the regret of both parties caused them to break contact. After this incident, Lan'Ra became paranoid about her reputation, and slowly, the rest of the aspects of her life. When her friend told the public what Lan'Ra had done with her, they were both disowned and kicked out of the church. She had stayed with another woman who had the same issue until present day Physical Appearance:  ------------------------ She walked towards the gathering of people where the poster had said to meet. She looked before the crowd and notice they were all....really....pretty....girls.... She prayed she could stop her temptation sufficiently. She headed over and waved lightly. "I am Lan'Ra, an independent priestess of Balthemis. Are you all here from that poster advertisement...thing?" She inquired, admittedly a bit nervous. |
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Post by zenguardian on Jun 3, 2016 21:36:29 GMT -6
Vervain was beginning to answer her question when another young lady arrived on scene, crying and launching herself into the arms of Isla. Apparently, the girl's family had transformed into a pair of ferocious beasts just before she got here. Vervain didn't know what caused people to undergo the transformation, but he'd been around magic long enough to suspect that it wasn't something that occurred naturally. This was the result of someone's actions, and if it's causing people to suffer the pain of loss, then it needs to be corrected.
Vervain barely flinched at the sound of the blank firing. He was slightly worried about how the girl - Quincy - would respond, but it seemed as though she was able to achieve some sort of relief as the small mammals in the area scattered away from the sound. If he had to guess, the monsters weren't the only thing that frightened her.
"You came to the right place. You are safe here, Miss Marsh. Take deep breaths and try to calm your nerves." He said in a soothing voice, walking up to the girl and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"That's right. Are you here to join us?" Vervain asked Lan'ra, certain that she would say yes. People rarely came outside these days.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jun 3, 2016 21:48:51 GMT -6
She walked towards the gathering of people where the poster had said to meet. She looked before the crowd and notice they were all....really....pretty....girls.... She prayed she could stop her temptation sufficiently. She headed over and waved lightly. "I am Lan'Ra, an independent priestess of Balthemis. Are you all here from that poster advertisement...thing?" She inquired, admittedly a bit nervous. "That's right!!" Florence called out, waving to the new girl and running up to her. She gripped the girl's hand and shook it wildly "Hi-ya! I'm Florence Loftwill, daughter of Isaac Loftwill and author of that poster you found!" She gleamed. She turned away from the girl and took on her usual stance when she talked to herself. "Look at all these people joining my group! This is amazing! I'm gonna have so many friends!!" She giggled to herself. She stood back up and turned to face Lan'Ra, leaning against that fake wall she was so fond of and smiling. "A priestess, huh? That's pretty cool! I never really got into that stuff, but maybe you could teach me!" She chimed and winked. |
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Post by cassiroll on Jun 3, 2016 21:51:52 GMT -6
She smiled at the girl. "Get used to it!" She chimed, not realizing the bluntness of her statement. "There's gonna be a lot of gunfire from here on out!" She motioned towards the bench where her bag was laying against. "Feel free to sit down on the bench! Just don't go through my bag, okay?" She winked before turning back to her new friends, noticing one of whom were frowning. "T-There's going to be more?" She whispered, shaking more if that were even possible. Her eyes traveled to the bench but it seemed she was incapable of moving at the moment. Her hands lowered to her sides in defeat. She started a bit as the hand touched her shoulder, but his softer tone seemed to have more of an effect than Florence's statements. She nodded her head and started breathing deeply, but evenly, clasping her mother's necklace with one hand and counting down from ten. When she hit one, she had finally stopped shaking at least. "Thank you, mister." She said, staring up him with bright eyes. She used her momentary strength to get back on her feet, stumbling for a second before regaining her balance. "I guess I'll go sit over there...out of the way." She went over the bench and plopped down, messing with her gloves as she did so. There was a grimace on her face as she adjusted them. They seemed to be quite tight despite being a couple sizes too large for her. |
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Post by titee on Jun 3, 2016 21:55:54 GMT -6
 Name: Pippin Larke Age: 8 years old. He has the mental and physical maturity of an adult, however, as his race has a significantly shorter life span. Gender: He/Him/His Race: Goblin. His subspecies had developed tails and lithe frames from generations of climbing and living in trees. The most accepted term for his subspecies is tree goblin, though they're also (less affectionately) referred to as monkeys. Height: 3'6" an average height for his species. Weight: 16 pounds, once again average. Biggest Fear: everything Immobility, literally due to being caught or disabled or figuratively. Personality: Pippin is easily startled and worked up, to the point one would worry his heart would give out from always beating so fast. From being scared, having his heart strings pulled, or getting upset all of his reaction are surprisingly big for a body so small. His thought process can be a bit self centered at times, his his self preservation usually taking top priority... even when he is not in any danger. However, he is still very capable of thinking of other people, especially those he has a bond with. Backstory: Pippin is an apothecary who lived in the bottom layer of the city, like most others of his race. He never had a business of his own, instead living in the attic of his boss and working mainly as their gopher. While we would have preferred to make potions and medicines of his own, at least his time running around the bottom layer got Pippin very well accustomed to all of it's shortcuts and dangerous streets to avoids.. even if he was being payed next to nothing to do so. When the fog appeared and people began to turn Pippin thought best to avoid the situation and hope the authorities would sort everything out. However, the contaminated and overpopulated slums became a breeding ground for the sickness and those unturned were quickly overwhelmed. - Pippin wrapped his hand around the hilt of the dagger tightly, the cold, slick metal practically stinging him as he swore a jolt of electricity surged up it's blade and into his arm. His breath became caught in his throat, bubbling just below the surface before finally breaking out is a suppressed rasped cry as he dropped the small blade. The sound of metal on the drenched, wooden floor could be heard as the dagger clattered to the floor, it's owner falling down shortly after it tears welling in his eyes. The goblin let out a loud sob, digging into the mildew encrusted floor boards which gave easily under his sharp nails before balling both of his hands into small, frustrated fists and slamming them against the rotting floor beams. It was all gone. To be granted, Pippin never had much of a fondness for this place to begin with, but it served him with his only form of stability in the entire city. He knew he was picked up- right from the start he knew- because the tall races always spoke about how easy monkeys could learn. How they take up little space, don't ask for much and nobody will mind if dispose of them. But food was food, and a bed was a bed, even if it was in a leaking attic that threatened to cave in any second from water damage. Yet things had changed. Nobody could predict the fog appearing, at least nobody in the slums could, yet the change that had caught Pippin in such distress was not in the would around him, but in himself. For there across him, lay the dead body of his former boss. They had turned. The sickness had gotten to them. It it wasn't them surely it would have been Pippen. At least that was what the goblin was now telling himself as he tried to make sense of the mass before him, which suddenly looked to peaceful and harmless with it's eyes closed. "I can't stay here anymore..." Pippin whimpered, eyeing the body one last time before reaching out for the dagger in front of him. He would lose his mind if he stayed here, or become one of them. Was there a difference? - It was only after he left did Pippin realize escape from the city was impossible, that he was imprisoned. He felt like a rat caught by a cat, or one of those poor pet bids in a cage much to small, the anxiety was overwhelming. The only possible glimmer of hope the goblin had so far encountered was a poster which he now clutched tightly to in his right hand as he bonded from roof top to tree to another rooftop, making his way to the park the leaflet advertised.
As Pippin made his way closer, a group became visible in the park clearing. The goblin ducked into a nearby tree's foliage, choosing to watch cautiously rather that continue his approach. He looked down at the poster, absorbing it's contents once more before looking back up at the the group in the clearing.
"Wish I knew how to read..."
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Post by Emily on Jun 3, 2016 22:57:28 GMT -6
Lan'Ra nodded to the person who reminded her of her adoptive grandfather. "Yes, I am here to help. Thank you." She spoke, not bothering to smile or be polite in any way other than her words. Another much higher voice chimed out, and Lan'Ra turned to the person who claimed that voice. She listened a bit happily to her little spiel about making friends. Making more friends could be nice. But she wouldn't want to repeat her little 'mistake' Wait. Did she just She winked Pretty girl winked!!!! Her cheeks darkened and she rubbed the back of her neck. "Heh...it's pretty hard stuff, b-but if I c-can I will." She sputtered. She cleared her throat and regained her composure. "But yes. Friends. That would be nice." Dammit. She acted like a stuttering dweev in front of hot girl, cute girl, girl that would get her arrested maybe, and guy that looks like a grandpa. (( MonkeyandMooseInc zenguardian)) |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jun 3, 2016 23:14:13 GMT -6
But she wouldn't want to repeat her little 'mistake' Wait. Did she just She winked Pretty girl winked!!!! Her cheeks darkened and she rubbed the back of her neck. "Heh...it's pretty hard stuff, b-but if I c-can I will." She sputtered. She cleared her throat and regained her composure. "But yes. Friends. That would be nice." Dammit. She acted like a stuttering dweev in front of hot girl, cute girl, girl that would get her arrested maybe, and guy that looks like a grandpa. "Awesome!!" She cheered, her eyes sparkling brightly. Any chance to learn about the gods, other than what her old friend had taught her, was extremely exciting for her. "Hey, you wanna meet one of my other friends!?" Florence grabbed Lan'ra's hand and dragged her off towards the bench where Quincy sat. "Hey kiddo! Check it out, we have a new teammate!" They chimed, not letting go of the new girl's hand. "Her name is Lan'ra! She's really cool! We should all get to know each other!" She exclaimed, excitedly. This whole friend-making thing was completely new to Florence, and she wanted to make it happen as quickly as possible. And what better way than to force strangers to interact with her? |
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Post by zenguardian on Jun 3, 2016 23:30:38 GMT -6
"It is my pleasure, young lady." Vervain said, backing off as Florence joined them.
Vervain nodded and smiled. "It's good to see you back on your toes. Please, call me Vervain." He said to Quincy. He looked around at the others. Florence was still introducing herself to the newcomer, and Isla was standing a bit off to the side, still slightly scowling.
"You seem worried." Vervain stated as he approached Isla, hoping to figure out what had her so on edge.
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Post by cassiroll on Jun 3, 2016 23:32:10 GMT -6
"Hey kiddo! Check it out, we have a new teammate!" They chimed, not letting go of the new girl's hand. "Her name is Lan'ra! She's really cool! We should all get to know each other!" She exclaimed, excitedly. This whole friend-making thing was completely new to Florence, and she wanted to make it happen as quickly as possible. And what better way than to force strangers to interact with her? "O-Oh!" Quincy stuttered at the new girl was brought. She let go of her glove like she'd been caught doing something she shouldn't have, fidgeting a bit as she clasped her hands in her lap. She looked Lan'ra up and down for a moment, as though assessing whether she was truly a possible 'friend'. After seeming to be satisfied, she tilted her head up at her and gave a small, but bright smile. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Quincy Marsh." She stuck out her hand, furrowed her brow, and then put it almost immediately back in her lap. "Sorry, I'm just...I'm too sad to pretend to be happy right now." She mumbled, the corner of her lips turning down again. |
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Post by schribbit on Jun 4, 2016 4:34:38 GMT -6
Florence was still introducing herself to the newcomer, and Isla was standing a bit off to the side, still slightly scowling. "You seem worried." Vervain stated as he approached Isla, hoping to figure out what had her so on edge. "I am the last you should be concerned with, Professor." Isla frowned slightly as she took a look around at the others. Everyone was so idiotic, clumsy, emotional- weak. She was second guessing her impulse to meet those who responded to the flier. She could have just gone out on her own to figure out what happened to Avengrad, but instead she had to come meet these sloppy buffoons. She squinted in scrutiny of both the others' actions and her own, and turned her head away from the crowd. She caught sight of a masked person who had not come closer and did not look like they were going to. " That person still has a chance," She thought sarcastically. "They better run while they can." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jun 4, 2016 6:01:46 GMT -6
"O-Oh!" Quincy stuttered at the new girl was brought. She let go of her glove like she'd been caught doing something she shouldn't have, fidgeting a bit as she clasped her hands in her lap. She looked Lan'ra up and down for a moment, as though assessing whether she was truly a possible 'friend'. After seeming to be satisfied, she tilted her head up at her and gave a small, but bright smile. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Quincy Marsh." She stuck out her hand, furrowed her brow, and then put it almost immediately back in her lap. "Sorry, I'm just...I'm too sad to pretend to be happy right now." She mumbled, the corner of her lips turning down again. Florence frowned at the girl's sudden change in mood. "Aaaaaw you don't have to pretend!" She chimed, letting go of Lan'ra's hand and walking to the other side of her. She flung her arm around the priestess and brought her close, giving Quincy an enormous smile. "That's what me and the wife are here for!" She giggled at her own joke.  "I'm sure you could take your mind off whatever's bothering you by making friends with us!" She looked towards the rest of the group, noticing a new face appearing near the group as well as something in the bushes. She assumed it was a curious animal and turned back to Quincy. "So whattya say? More and more people are showing up!" Florence held their hand out to Quincy. "Wanna go meet them? |
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Post by cassiroll on Jun 4, 2016 9:09:36 GMT -6
"I'm sure you could take your mind off whatever's bothering you by making friends with us!" She looked towards the rest of the group, noticing a new face appearing near the group as well as something in the bushes. She assumed it was a curious animal and turned back to Quincy. "So whattya say? More and more people are showing up!" Florence held their hand out to Quincy. "Wanna go meet them? Her enthusiastic demeanor had Quincy smiling again, even if it was one that barely touched her lips. "I'll do my best not to think about it," She said with half-baked confidence. She reached up to take Florence's hand, but stopped short and quickly pulled it back, getting up and brushing off her cloths even though they weren't dirty in the slightest. "Y-Yes! Let's go meet new people!" She moved quickly past the two of them and into the thick of the group. |
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Post by Emily on Jun 4, 2016 12:21:04 GMT -6
Lan'ra blushed a bright color simply at the contact of Florence's hand, but when she spoke up to Quincy. Oh. My. Gosh Goodness. She looked all around as if that would combat her flustered-ness. She fanned her face and joked around with a sentence that still left her incredibly flustered. "O-oh sweetie, you're so silly, not in front of the children~" she said, her voice wavering. That just made it worse, and she was currently a blushing mess looked towards Quincy. "Y-yeah, you don't have to worry or pretend. We're here for you." (( MonkeyandMooseInc cassiroll)) |
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Post by zenguardian on Jun 4, 2016 13:43:46 GMT -6
"I am the last you should be concerned with, Professor." "Perhaps you are right. But that won't stop me from expressing my concern. Now more than ever, life is so short. I hope that with time you come to realize that all of the people here are special, just like you are, and start to allow yourself to feel." When Isla turned her head away from him, Vervain walked over to the rest of the group. Vervain was pleased with this group of people. Florence was just like her father: adventurous, outgoing, and brave. She reminded him of the marigold flower, her fiery passion one of her better characteristics, he must say. Isla was solid and stationary. She reminded him fleetingly of a lone magnolia tree: Strong and stable, yet with plenty of room to grow and bear the fruit of freedom. Quincy, skittish as she may be, has yet to fully bloom. When she does, Vervain was positive that she'd be as wild and vivid as the protea flower. Up until now, she'd lived a very sheltered live. He looked forward to seeing her curiosity sprout forth from the ashes of her youth, the innocent wonder of a child taking hold of her. Yes. And Vervain would be the one to guide them on the path to their true forms. Vervain smiled at the thought of being a teacher again in a world like this. He hoped more members would show up to join them on their quest. |
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Post by norimo on Jun 4, 2016 14:30:31 GMT -6
Name:
Eliza Chrysillis (Those with familiarity may call her "Eli.") Age:22 Gender: She/her Race: Elf, but also believed to be of mixed blood Height:5'7" Weight:110lbs Biggest Fear: Death by withdrawal Personality:Eliza was noted to be a whimsical figure with a yearning for knowledge. Being brought up from the slums, she genuinely feels compassion towards those with "lower" upbringings and wants to set a good example. However, her constant endeavor to maintain her reputation can cause her to hide imperfections away, resulting in a lot of shame in the process. As of late, she has developed rather dubious habits, and is becoming more secretive than ever. Backstory: Being born in the lowest layer of housing, Eliza is a mixed child of unknown blood. While she is aware of her elven side, the other is but a mystery after her father left. As she grew up in the slums, she wanted to renovate her life for the better. Sticking her nose into books nonstop, trying new mediums and muttering a variation in incantations were all stepping stones to unlocking her magical prowess- which she discovered to have an infatuation with. Her life was dedicated to the art, trying to perfect her spells and reach farther into the realm of arcane to unravel it's mysteries. For showing excellence in her abilities, the College of Aueyen invited her a spot among their enrolled students. She accepted without hesitation, and thus began gradually climbing the ladder of the social caste. Her name was praised by her professors and she was confident as she prepared herself to become a scholar on her own accord. While once a face in the crowd, she was now a recognizable individual. Unfortunately, Eliza had not realized the effect it all had on her body. Like a deer in the headlights, she was blinded by her own fantasies and her body suffered severely from her magic. After becoming so attuned to mana, her body now aches without it. The longer she is without such power, the more her body pains as she experiences a type of withdrawal. Highly embarrassed and ashamed of herself, she keeps it a secret and assures the mana scar on her face is from an experiment gone wrong- and not from a split vein. It has occurred to her that if she does not supply herself with enough mana, she will die. Not wanting to tarnish the name she worked hard for, she seeks to maintain herself and live another day. Physical Appearance: (The blue streak on her face is a mana scar! The black splotches on her arm are apart of her regular markings.)  As her bony figures glided against the silky fabric of her coat, a minute sigh emitted from her lips. Eliza's eyes narrowed as her pupils peered over at the parchment. Is it a farce? The ambitious statement sprawled on the poster was to be taken with a grain of salt after all, as barely any details except a goal and meeting spot were given. Beggars can't be choosers however- she had to make do with what was given, or at least try. On her desk laid a shattered fragments of a dull crystal, and she bit her lip as her eyes caught it's presence once more. The last one. Many of the magical good vendors huddled away in a corner in fear of the beasts, or of their transformation. Her stock on mana crystals had lessened greatly over the days, and now the final piece was shattered just moments ago. Her body would be fine for now, and that's what mattered. Her first impression needed to be solid and unwavering, with not a hint of the physical imbalance. Still... Her eyelids drooped, staring back at the hand that was straightening her long coat. When did it get like this? It appeared so fragile as its knuckles seemed to barely be contained within the flesh. Alas, with the shake of her head, she fled to Aurous Meadow without a second glance. *** The tails of her long coat extended as she glided from the tree tops. Perching herself atop a willow before peering outward to gaze into the clearing. A few people did show up, and while from her spot she couldn't identify anyone clearly; they didn't present themselves as particularly harmful. Surely, none of them resembled a creature like those she's met thus far. She drew a deep breath, mentally bracing herself for the road ahead, until a small voice was heard just below.
Her eyes widened at the abrupt whisper, admittedly slightly startled by the sound. Just beneath her a small goblin was nestled in between the bushes, pinching a flier with his hands with a bit of a troubled expression. It was the same one she possessed, but was he really here for such a thing? She shrugged, as the only way to find out was to be his helping hand. "I-I can read!" She waved her hand from above, her coattails fluttering in the wind as she glided down beside him. "This is for a meetup in Aurous Meadow," she pointed to the group in the distance. "It's for 'ending this scourge once and for all' to quote it directly. I'm assuming they're referring to the recent... activity, in the city." Eliza nodded, before continuing, "Are you going to help? I'm going to meet the others in a moment if you want to come."
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