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Posted: Tue, 12/07/2022 00:58 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 11/07/2022 22:08 (2 Years ago) |
Name: Chervil "Cherri" Bartholomew Gender: Cisgender Male - He/Him Age: 16 Species: Human Allegiance + Religion: Chervil is extremely rebellious, and often finds his allegiance to be to himself... As for religion, the deviant isn't highly inclined to many of the official religions, mostly idolizing Phillipa Jenmar or his very own ideas of deities, such as a mysterious "Charlib," who Chervil claims to be a thief god. This is, however, just his own teenage excitement and arrogance. When asked, though, Chervil will almost always answer with, "I follow the Cloudian Church." Despite that, he's almost never seen worshipping Cloudian. Personality: Chervil is a rather tactical boy, always devising a plan of action (or two, depending on the situation). Personality Type: ISTJ-A; The Assertive Logistician ![]() Logisticians pride themselves on their
integrity. People with this personality type mean what they say,
and when they commit to doing something, they make sure to follow
through. While Logisticians may not be particularly flashy or
attention-seeking, Logisticians often earn respect for their
reliability, their practicality, and their ability to stay grounded
and logical, even in the most stressful situations.
The core of Logisticians’ self-respect comes from a sense of personal integrity. People with this personality type believe that there is a right way to proceed in any situation – and that anyone who pretends otherwise is probably trying to bend the rules to suit their own purposes. Logisticians have a deep respect for structure and tradition Description: []Height: Five feet, Nine inches... 175.25 Centimeters []Weight: 136 Pounds... 61.6 Kilograms []Skin Tone: FFCC99 (This may require a quick browser search) []Hair Style: Chervil wears his hair however it might settle when he first wakes up... His hair is about two inches long, or about five centimeters. []Hair Colour: Color tag #76412a []Eye Colour: Color tag #285e6b []Clothes: Chervil wears a simple outfit, no more than a cloth sash over his chest and a soft pair of shorts, supposedly silk. []Accessories: Chervil always carries a small metal blade with him, as well as a metal lockpick. Supposedly, it's either enchanted or lucky, since it hasn't broken in all his years of using it. Other than that, Chervil has a single ear piercing in his left ear, which usually bears a simple black feather. []Other: N/A History: Chervil grew up in a home of peace and tranquility, and that just didn't sit right with him. At seven years, the boy learned how to properly pick a lock, and less than a month later, how to pick pockets and purses. Due to learning it at such a young age, Chervil developed the skills quickly, eventually becoming a master at picking locks. Despite his immense skill, he only ever used the ability for a bit of entertainment, usually picking a lock and never looking at what it was protecting. That is, until age twelve, when Chervil discovered an abandoned fishery. The child found the locks quite easy to pick, and soon made the run-down building his own private lounge, decorating it with old scraps of tapestries, interesting trinkets dug from the earth, and an ancient great-sword he pulled from the shoreline. Though he knows he cannot wield it, Chervil often fantasizes about being a great master of the blade, or even a master of magic itself. Sexuality: Aro/Ace Voice Claim: Ulfric Stormcloak (Yes, the one from Skyrim) Message from the author ![]() I hope this isn't too crude or too
much of a deviation from everything else.
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Posted: Mon, 11/07/2022 04:44 (2 Years ago) |
I plan to fill out a form in der Morgen.. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 17/06/2022 16:06 (2 Years ago) |
The mage trembled slightly, clinging to his consciousness desperately, his eyes glaring at the fog, the winds slowly battling with the particulate, trying fruitfully to push the smoke out of the building. Though, the mage's power was waning, that was clear. The winds were dying down, and his body began to shake more and more, his free hand slowly reaching out, gasping the edge of a table for support. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 16/06/2022 16:26 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Thu, 16/06/2022 15:29 (2 Years ago) |
"I'm ready when you are, keeper. Say the word, and we'll be on." The mage clenched his free hand, a silent pop heard, as though his joints had just crackled. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 16/06/2022 04:07 (2 Years ago) |
Hidden as they were, the eyes were easily recognizable, for their irises were gilded, and the hood that hid them seemed to shine with a foreign magicka. While the robes could easily be passed off as any mage's common wear, it was truly the eyes that gave away the true form of magicka hidden among the folds of the cloak; the color within them was stained, tainted to a reflective bronze, shining in the low light. The true mark of a runic master, for the use of the runes carried in the robes would always leech their light into the user, no matter their material. Lowering their hood, the mage finally revealed themselves, stepping easily towards the doorway of the inn, hearing a challenge shouted within. While not an exceptionally large or well-built fellow, the rune mage was clearly a master of the art that they so willingly claimed; several small stones could be seen just inside the left sleeve of the cloak he wore, small sets of characters gleaming within the rock. His apparel was simple, a simple set of trousers and leather boots, covered by the previously mentioned cloak, a long jacket of the deepest umber, sporting a hood and light material, something from a very foreign land; this was no native fellow, no man who naturally pondered these lands. Under the jacket, his torso bore only the barest minimum of cloth, a wrap covering the shoulders and upper chest. His midsection was adorned with the lower half of a large rune, or maybe a brand, the flesh slightly twisted from the earning of the symbol. His hair was long, tied back in a tight knot at the back of his head, pulled out of the way of his vision. The hair in question was a certain shade of grey, though the face of the mage was young, too young for there to be any severe discoloration of his hair. His eyes held a whisper of steely determination, though it was nearly wholly covered by an entirely separate kindness, brought from years of study under silence and obedience, taught carefully in the arts of the runes. Those eyes carefully scanned the room, his hood resting against his shoulders. He called out towards the keeper, answering the challenge. "Aye, a free drink to a winner? I'll need to try and take up that offer, I'm in desperate need of a drink." [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 24/03/2022 01:26 (3 Years ago) |
And, aside from a hunt, there were other materials. Wood and stone, cut to size and sold at market. Fine marble could even be sold for steep prices in other cities and kingdoms. The great pine and ironwood trees made beautiful planks and furniture, and other woods were highly scented, a fragrant slice of woods often set in chests or boxes to keep the mold at bay. The other flora of the forests were also valuable; spring flowers made wonderful nosegays, little bundles of fragrant, sweet scents. The larger flowers found within the fields could make bouquets or be dug up and replanted within a garden. Some flowers could be consumed as well, as well as other bushes and flora. Berries could be used in both dyes and meals, a flavorful topping or seasoning or a volatile, deep-staining color. Though the woods harbor so much for pure, clean money, there were also those few who sought the darker corners of those woods. Yes, the woodsmen sold to them as well, whether it be a flower that put a human to sleep, or a plant made purely of toxins. Some looked for the biting and stinging variety of insects, whereas others sniffed around for venomous and poisonous varieties. Many believed the woodsmen were blessed by the forests, and called upon them for more exotic reasons; where practical herbs and medicine failed, the right set of bones might heal an ailment. Or a bowl of blood from some wild beats, and a length of flesh or tendon. The last of the woodsman's services, and possibly the most expensive, was guide work. A human might pay with pure gold for a guide over a mountain or through the thick woodlands. However, the rarest of prizes was to guide a Saakri-Lumen somewhere. Among the woodsmen, that proved to be the zenith of guiding a living creature anywhere. The Saakri-Lumen were known to have powers of the supernatural, and often envied by the woodsmen. For one to commission a human guide was to show not only equality between the Saakri-Lumen and human, but to show trust. Trust would lead not to money, but to perhaps a favor, a single use of the mysterious power of the inhuman species. Some woodsmen became fast friends with the more adventurous Saakri-Lumen, others simply became used to their presence. Wade was one of the woodsmen who grew accustomed to the Saakri-Lumen, usually waving at any if he saw them. Few waved back. Most became agitated, and tried to run him back to the human kingdom. At this particular point in time, however, Wade was returning to the human kingdom on his own. On his back, there sat his tree cutting axe, as well as bundles of plants, lashed tight around his waist and beneath his arms. He also drug a skidding sled behind him, the wooden construct laden with fragrant lumber and ironwood, cut to ragged lengths and stacked with caution. Several rabbits hung from the boy's belt, caught in snares throughout the day. All of it would be sold, and likely very soon. Wade had left two days ago, gathering and hunting. He'd slept in the woods, and woken up before the crack of dawn to set up his snares and find the best trees to chop down. He'd snared five rabbits, then went about chopping down the trees he'd decided to mark for sale. Now, he was returning to the city he called home to sell his goods. However, something else drew his attention first. A gathering was happening, right before his eyes. Dragging his sled within earshot of the speaker, he crawled upon the pines and firs and sat, mindful of the tree sap and pitch that would gladly cling to his clothes. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 13/03/2022 17:33 (3 Years ago) |
Wade Marvulf ISTP-A ~ Virtuoso ![]() Virtuosos love to explore with their
hands and their eyes, touching and examining the world around them
with cool rationalism and spirited curiosity. People with this
personality type are natural Makers, moving from project to
project, building the useful and the superfluous for the fun of it,
and learning from their environment as they go. Often mechanics and
engineers, Virtuosos find no greater joy than in getting their
hands dirty pulling things apart and putting them back together,
just a little bit better than they were before.
Virtuosos explore ideas through creating, troubleshooting, trial and error and first-hand experience. They enjoy having other people take an interest in their projects and sometimes don’t even mind them getting into their space. Of course, that’s on the condition that those people don’t interfere with Virtuosos’ principles and freedom, and they’ll need to be open to Virtuosos returning the interest in kind. While their mechanical tendencies can make them appear simple at a glance, Virtuosos are actually quite enigmatic. Friendly but very private, calm but suddenly spontaneous, extremely curious but unable to stay focused on formal studies, Virtuoso personalities can be a challenge to predict, even by their friends and loved ones. Virtuosos can seem very loyal and steady for a while, but they tend to build up a store of impulsive energy that explodes without warning, taking their interests in bold new directions. Virtuosos’ decisions stem from a sense of practical realism, and at their heart is a strong sense of direct fairness, a “do unto others” attitude, which really helps to explain many of Virtuosos’ puzzling traits. Instead of being overly cautious though, avoiding stepping on toes in order to avoid having their toes stepped on, Virtuosos are likely to go too far, accepting likewise retaliation, good or bad, as fair play. The biggest issue Virtuosos are likely to face is that they often act too soon, taking for granted their permissive nature and assuming that others are the same. They’ll be the first to tell an insensitive joke, get overly involved in someone else’s project, roughhouse and play around, or suddenly change their plans because something more interesting came up. Palpad?: Yes please! Gender: Cis Male - He/Him Age: 17 Appearance: Wade is a more average fellow, sporting the classic German traits of his heritage; Standing at roughly five-foot eight (1.7272 meters), Wade wears blond hair in a swept style, as if he woke up, ran his fingers through it to one direction, and set out (which he did, in fact, do). His eyes are the subtly color-shifting type, with a ring of lighter green around the pupils and a darker blue surrounding that. In different lights, those eyes seem to change color, ranging from a dark, forest green to a bright, oceanic teal. His nose fits his face nicely, and his lips seem meek in comparison to his otherwise stern appearance. His brow is his most expressive point; one will know if something's wrong by looking at how his dark eyebrows sit above his eyes. A scruff of facial hair is present across his jaw, unshaved and slightly dirty from muddy hands scratching an itch. His shoulders bear no special trait, simply falling in line to appear correct on his sleek, lean-muscled body. He's got a runner's build and legs, which can carry him enormous distances without showing any signs of fatigue or pain. Saakri-Lumens or Human: Human Weapon/Abilities: Wade is strangely the one loose gear, for his personality; Instead of traveling obviously armed, he travels with a set of crude, hand-made tools, wrapped in a canvas square. Within this set is a hammer, chisel, prybar, some nails, a string for measuring, and an intentionally dulled knife. On his back, he wears a simple leather harness, which carries a double axe - the staple tool of a lumberjack. While he's not exceptionally skilled in any one thing, Wade makes up for his lack in an understanding of nearly everything - a jack of all trades, but a master of none. Additional Notes: Wade's metabolism is higher than most would expect - much higher. His body processes everything faster than he expects, too, leading to him either not realize that he's hungry, or complaining that he never gains much weight; He's been sitting happily at 134 pounds (60.7814 kilograms) since he was fourteen. ( [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 02/02/2022 02:16 (3 Years ago) |
Waking up, he was greeted by hellish noise, and pure darkness. There was weight on top of him, another body. He couldn't tell who it was, only that there was movement around him. He went perfectly still, allowing himself to simply be carried along. He couldn't move yet, his body numb and unmoving because of the weight atop him. He heard shouting, suddenly, screaming, kicking, crying. It was Bree. It was Bree. Suddenly, the man fought against his bound wrists, gritting his teeth and working his wrists viciously, his breath coming out in strained pulses, sending saliva out in a spray before him. It sounded as though he were trying to pry open a steel case, his arms popping once, twice, three times each. After a few hard minutes of straining, Jaxon started to hear the satisfying sound of popping strings, the rope around his wrists slowly coming undone. His strength was waning though, slowly draining through the silent battle. Bracing himself as best he could, Jaxon flexed his shoulders and bent his arms as far as he could, twisting the rope violently. With a wrathful cry, he felt the ropes snap. His enraged roar echoed in the small space only a moment, leaving Jaxon panting quietly. [Read more] |
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