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Fantasy ᴛᴇʀʀᴀ {ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ᵃᵖᵖˢ}

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    elcome to the character application page! Please place your apps below- as of now there is no deadline as the interest check just went up yesterday and I’d like to give more people time to stumble across this. Eventually, this will change.

    While this is DnD-inspired, I am not looking for any sort of traditional DnD stats/numbers on your sheet. You’re just creating a character like you would for any other RP, although if you’re proficient in DnD lingo and would like to tell us all about your character’s strong charisma, be my guest. Whatever sparks your fancy.

    That said, be creative! Go wild! Show me what you’ve got! Just keep in mind that for plot reasons some aspects of your character’s backstory may need to be changed.

    I should also reiterate here that I’m looking for grounded and realistic characters, despite the fact that this is a fantasy setting. I’m more partial to the ‘sad wet pathetic’ type than the ‘dark edgelord can shapeshift has wings and control the shadows and mind read’ type, if you get what I’m saying.

    Code and aesthetics are loved and will be utilized by me, but are not required from you if you find them difficult and confusing. I’m going to leave the TL;DR from the interest check below as it contains some relevant information to the character creation process.

    Have fun, and thank you again for your interest! c:



    TLDR

    Welcome to the world of Terra! A high fantasy, DnD inspired group roleplay about the royal Archmage’s runaway protege and the ragtag band of misfits she winds up traveling with- and then leading on a wild goose chase in an attempt to find her parents all while the group is under the impression that they're chasing down the Archmage’s missing apprentice to trade in for the reward money. Complete with an original world, map, and episodic plotline created by yours truly, although the plot will be influenced by your characters and decisions!

    !! NOT first come, first serve and NOT a DnD game, just DnD inspired !!

    !!     All character races welcome but I stg if any of you bring the humanoid hippos into this I'll scream !!

    !!     Characters must be 21+ - Writers must be 18+ to apply !!

    The following tab is for the available roles. They are just ideas, albeit they’re the molds I imagined when creating this story so I’m partial to them. You can alter the role you apply for to fit your vision, keep it exactly the same, or come up with your own idea. Please be creative! I promise I don’t bite c:

    At some point, it will have to be decided how the group came to travel together. Please be prepared to adjust your character’s history to accommodate this. Details will be decided by the final group, which leads me to a reminder that THIS IS NOT FIRST COME FIRST SERVE!

    For non-human characters realistic art is allowed for faceclaims. Please remember to keep your character grounded! Often times when I join fantasy RP's, people go absoultely wild with their backstories and powers. I want realism, even if your character has horns, can wipe out an army of goblins in one breath, and has the hairiest feet known to man. Make me care for them.

    Thank you so so much for reading if you’ve gotten this far! If you're interested, please leave a heart or a comment so I can gage whether or not to go ahead and spend time creating the lore and character application page.

































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bastian
{insert quote or lyric here}
the fighter
Bastian was just a boy when they took him.
Born on a humble farm to a human father and elven mother, he was intended to live a hard, but rewarding life. That did not prove to be the case. His mother passed away from childbirth when Bastian was four-years-old. His sister, born two months prematurely, died soon after. His father was devastated. The farm took a turn for the worst and Bastia was too young to understand what was happening.

In the two years following his mother's death, the farm struggled to stay afloat. Bastian went hungry some nights. His father was forced to sell off their livestock and family heirlooms in order to stay alive. The broken man prayed every night for a miracle. Then one fateful night, the gods answered. A group of cloaked individuals arrived on Bastian's farm and asked for his mother. They divulged little information. Upon learning of her death, they took advantage of the very obvious situation his father was in. They told him that Bastian's mother had promised her firstborn many, many years ago. They would give him a large sum of coin in exchange for Bastian.
Needless to say, Bastian was horrified when his father agreed to sell him off.
The Church of Bhaal, devote worshippers of the Lord of Murder, had claimed him. The next several years would be the most harrowing of his life. Bastian was indoctrinated, taught all there was to know of Bhaal's history, achievements, and more. Violence and murder in Bhaal's name was the greatest way to honor their revered god. Bastian resisted for as long as he could. Even as a young boy, he knew something felt wrong. It became harder as each year passed. By the time Bastian was a teen, he had succumbed to the twisted, evil teachings of the Bhaalists.
Bastian was trained to become a Deathstalker, a cleric of Bhaal. He was very good at it. Throughout much of his twenties, Bastian was a devoted follower. He seemed like a lost cause up until failed to kill an elven woman he was assigned to assassinate. Something about her had felt so... familiar. It took Bastian weeks to realize that the woman reminded of him of what little he remembered of his mother. She was fierce, and cared deeply for her loved ones. She knew exactly what Bastian was the moment she laid eyes on him. Bastian would have died to her hand were it not against her beliefs to take a life. He was gravely wounded instead, and taken to an underground prison to recover and be questioned.
Imprisonment was the best thing that could have ever happened to him. Bastian remained there for nearly a year under her watchful eye. He was unwilling to speak for three months, but he inevitably broke. The elven woman had a way with words and knew exactly the things to stay to get him to talk. Eventually, she saw past the Bhaalist to find the scared young boy taken from his humble farm. She decided she would shatter the delusions and lies whispered into Bastian's ears all those years. It was a long, drawn out process. One that Bastian did not know if he could survive.
When her light broke through the dark, sinister thoughts which clouded his mind for so long, Bastian sobbed. He remembered what it was like to feel again. It was the saddest and happiest day of his life. The elven woman freed him that morning, and was dead by that night. The Bhaalists and their Deathdealers had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Out of practice, Bastian had not been able to react in time to save her. They slit her throat as she shared wine and bread with him in celebration. His ears rang and his vision clouded. Bastian blacked out. When he regained full consciousness, he found everyone slaughtered. The Bhaalists included. Blood soaked his hands, and the stains still remain today. He fled the scene and disappeared into the night.
Bastian has spent the last six years of his life running from his past. The Church of Bhaal will not stop hunting him. He has abandoned Bhaal, and his life as a cleric. He has since taken up arms as a fighter. Bastian makes a living from hunting down bounties, guarding those willing to pay for protection, and other soulless tasks. He has no aspirations, no real will to do anything but keep running. Coin and staying alive are all that matters to him.
Or, so he thought.
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Name: Myla (often followed by a "That's it." with a tiresome sigh, as though the inquiry of her surname has been a long-standing nuisance to the girl.)
Age: 30 // Gender: Female (she/her) // Sapphic. (gay af)
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Race: Half-Orc // Shows very few attributes besides increased strength/build and an ineptitude to magic. Along with slightly pointed canine teeth and somewhat pointed ear tips which she keeps well hidden beneath her hair.
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Brief history: (wip) joined the royal guard at an early age, by 22 working in close quarters with the main family as a guard of the first-in-line princess of the kingdom. Having continued to climb the ranks until at 26 she was stripped of her position and thrown into exile after the true nature of the pair's relationship was thrust into light. Barely escaping with her life thanks only to the desperate pleas of her lover to her father. In the four years since she has been on the run, picking up mercenary jobs on the outskirts of towns before stumbling into a strange meeting of fate with a handful of fellow rejects.

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In the deepest part of the forest a man, troubled by an aching back, proof of his laborious lifestyle walked the worn path as he did in the shadows of last night’s full moon. That morning’s rain left the woods covered in a dewy glow, as sunlight filtered between the thick leafy coverage. The forest held an uncanny stillness, as if it held its breath, interrupted only by the distant cry of a child echoing through the trees. Approaching a broken tree stump stuffed with soft moss, Garrick discovered a baby nestled within, her rosy cheeks kissed by the winter morning breeze. Taking the child and tucking her into the crook of his arm, he walked home heart pounding hard within his chest. Upon swinging open the wooden door to his cottage, his wife, Birdie, leaped up at the sight of her husband.

“Did it work?” His wife’s voice was quiet against the crackling of the fire behind her. He silently nodded his head and she approached the two tentatively, taking the babe from his arms, she cradled the baby girl in her arms. Silent tears streamed down her face and with delicate care, she adjusted the swaddle beneath the baby's chin to get a closer look at the child. Birdie's heart overflowed with a mixture of pure joy and guilt, remembering last night when Garrick had left their dying child in the tree, hoping the fae would exchange a child for a child.

“What shall we name her?” A sob tore through Birdie as the babe stirred sleepily in her arms. "Ilythia, after the babe we lost," she said, turning away from her husband to settle into the rocking chair before the warm fire.

- Sixteen years Later -

Ilythia grew to be a healthy child, the oldest of a younger brother, she was a relatively good child. She did as was told and never made a fuss about doing chores or going into the market. Remarkably, she was well behaved except of course her terrible habit of sleepwalking, which would always leave her at the edge of the forest mumbling things in a foreign tongue. It started when she was ten, with nightmares of something shadowy urging her into the forest. Then came the sleep terrors, screams would rip through her throat as if being torn apart by an animal. It frightened her family, including her little brother, Alex, who grew so terrified of Ilythia that he wouldn’t go near her.

Yet she could feel something; something ancient, something so profoundly dangerous following her around. And it wanted her, wanted her soul. Initially, she dismissed the nightmares, sleepwalking episodes, and the fear in her family's eyes when objects inexplicably moved around her. But even in the sea of villagers, her presence alone parted the sea of bodies. Whispers circulated, weaving rumors of her parents swapping their ailing child for a fae counterpart. She became the subject of gossip, labeled as a changeling or a witch.

On the eve of her seventh birthday, with the full moon casting an ominous glow over the small village, Ilythia lay peacefully asleep in her bed. A sudden loud bang shattered the tranquility as four burly men forcefully entered the cottage. Reeking of alcohol and carrying violent intentions, they confronted Garrick, who stood protectively in front of his family. Her father suffered a sickening blow to the head, collapsing in a pool of his own blood. Behind him, Birdie clutched Alex and Ilythia, pleading for her husband to rise.

"We've come for the witch!" the leader bellowed, stepping over Ilythia's fallen father, while nearly the entire town watched in tense silence. As the men advanced towards her mother, Ilythia bravely stepped forward, determined to face her fate and spare her mother and brother from the same. The other men seized them, and as they forced her mother to her knees, her throat was cruelly slit, coating her in a macabre crimson. Alex was compelled to his knees, and fear gripped Ilythia as she screamed for help.

Time seemed to freeze as a familiar shadowy figure materialized before her. Genderless and shrouded in inky darkness, the figure extended a hand for Ilythia to take, saving her from the impending doom. She broke free from her captors and grasped the hand of the enigmatic entity known as Er'gaan. Their touch was warm and comforting as they aided her to her feet. Amid the suspended moment, Ilythia questioned if time had halted, but Er'gaan merely chuckled, twirling a lock of her hair around their finger. "You summoned me, and I answered."

In exchange for unlocking the dormant power within her, Ilythia made a pact with the demon Er'gaan. The terms seared into her flesh as power surged from her, incinerating the cottage and engulfing the town in flames. In the ashes, Alex emerged unscathed by her newfound abilities. Fear no longer lingered in his eyes as he clung to his sister, rain drenching the town and quelling the flames. As the townspeople approached seeking retribution, Ilythia fled, leaving Alex behind with a promise that when the time came and the village forgot about her, she would return for him.

-Present -

After the passage of nineteen years, Ilythia and Er'gaan, now taking the guise of a black cat, roamed through Terra, never lingering in one place for too long to avoid drawing attention to the demonic mark. Approaching her thirty-fourth year, Ilythia has come to accept the pact she made with the demon. Despite her powers flourishing, Er'gaan continues to feed on her soul, and Ilythia is now faced with uncertainty about how much time she has left. Nevertheless, driven by determination, she set her sights on returning to her village to bid a heartfelt farewell to her little brother. Yet on her journey back home, she stumbled upon a ragtag group of people and she can’t help but find company with them. Four years have passed since she came upon the group and put her ambition on hold, as she refuses to acknowledge that she is scared to face her brother after all these years.

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In the depths of the forest, Garrick finds a baby girl, Ilythia, on a winter morning after leaving their dying child in exchange for a fae one. Sixteen years later, Ilythia faces sleepwalking and an ominous entity, branded as a witch by the townspeople. On her seventh birthday, tragedy strikes, and she makes a pact with the demon Er'gaan to save her little brother. Fleeing her burning town, Ilythia leaves her little brother with a promise to return. Nineteen years later, she and Er'gaan roam Terra, avoiding attention. Approaching her thirty-fourth year, she accepts her fate and plans to bid farewell to her brother. On her journey, she encounters a group, delaying her reunion due to fear. Four years pass as she grapples with her emotions.

ilythia | female | 36 | pansexual | changeling

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Name: Taruk Frostscale
Race: Dragonborn (Silver)
Age: 26
Gender: Male (he/him)
Sexuality: Asexual (in other words, don't try making moves on him... yet)
Brief History: At his youth, he was taken away from his parents, and he was sent to a gladiator arena. The emperor was impressed by his expertise, and so he was enlisted in the army. He eventually retired, seeking a life of adventure.

The Fighter, with experience
 
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    name
    Ashreya Salek

    nickname
    Reya

    race
    shapeshifter

    age
    27

    gender
    female

    sexuality
    bisexual biromantic

    role
    the thief
    VISAGE
    height
    5'6

    weight
    130 lbs

    build
    lithe and feminine

    hair
    raven black

    eyes
    a deep espresso

    fc
    emeraude toubia
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