Enter Terryal: Young Zephyr (Temporary RP)

Broken-Angel · Sep 9, 2013

....guess I'll join since you made me read all that.

Original Hylion · Sep 9, 2013

[QUOTE="Broken-Angel]....guess I'll join since you made me read all that.

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yaaays~

The Lady Kitsunerisu · Sep 18, 2013

Zevran Lokir (The Trickster)
188 (Moon cycles)
Beastia, Felis.
Female
She is from the same island as the Ttlaoc,

Zevran's tribe is named the Moon Followers.

They worship the moon, or more specifically, a moon Goddess that they call Nyx. They hail from a flourishing jungle area, filled to the brim with many an animal, and a few other species of Beast. Her tribe had decided to start traveling, coming across the place where they are now
Zevran's height is six foot and a quarter, topping out at 180 pounds.
Zevran is part of the Felis race. The Felis race is a catlike race coming in many shapes, sizes and colours. Unlike Saurian's, Feli (Feli is multiple) aren't stuck to one, similar form. Feli can be like the Panther, walk like them, look like them, yet still have a Hume quality, like eyes, mouth, or hands. On the other spectrum they could look very much like a Hume, but with things like fur, tail, and catlike eyes.

Zevran in particular is a perfect mix between the two. We shall start with describing her head and the travel downwards. Prepare for an in depth, long description.

Zevran's head is topped with two, large, pointed ears. Then you travel down just a bit and you find her eyes. Her pupils are like that of a cat in the bright sun, just little slivers, changing in width from changes in light. The colour surrounding her pupils is a vibrant green with golden flecks. Attached just between her eyes is her cat-like nose that extends outwards over a face that protrudes a few inches out. Attached to her nose is a very cat like mouth. Within this mouth are teeth that are very human like, except for the canines and the lateral incisor, which are sharp fangs. The two teeth that would probably be considered the lower canines are also, smaller, sharper fangs.

The skin just above her mouth also has a set of five whiskers on each side.

The overall bone structure for her face is very catlike, high set, sharp cheekbones, attached to a wide jaw.

Her neck is thin and long.

Her shoulders are set a bit wide, attached to very Hume-like arms. Her arms are covered in strong, wiry muscle. Her arms are attached to hands with long, slender, Hume fingers that end in sharp, deadly, retractable claws that are thick and black in colour, instead of the normal, clear white of a house cat.

You travel her torso and you shall see that is is very Hume-like. You will also see two, large breasts that are covered in thick fur, but it is still quite easy to see the shape. As you travel down more you will see that she also has a flat stomach, packed with hard muscle. Her hips are also wide set, perfect child-bearing hips, and gives her an hourglass figure.

Then you reach her legs, which are shaped like a cats when they are standing up. Her feet are also that of a cats. Then you look behind her and you will see a tail that is easily six foot in length.
Zevran was cast out from her tribe when she was just a small cub. Tossed into the cruel, hot jungles of her land. She had been caught stealing from the food stores that the village so desperately guarded. Even if she was just 144 cycles old, it was a unforgivable atrocity. Food was actually quite scarce, and to even think that one of them could commit something like that? It was monstrous.

Zevran wandered around, already knowing how to hunt small creature so she didn't starve to death. She wandered for many a moon cycle before finding a port where many majestic ships were docked, there was one in particular that frightened her, yet interested her all the same. It was a boat filled with Tlaloc She was actually not aware as to what they were at the time, but she saw that they seemed fairly well mannered. Certainly more well mannered than many of the other ships. She quickly sneaked aboard, not wishing to be on this island any longer and stayed there. She fed when she could, keeping out of the way of the crew. She was agile and flexible, so she could fit into a lot of spaces at a moment's notice if she heard someone coming. Then, one day someone found her.

He claimed he was Tooth-in-the-sea.
Zevran comes from a small tribe that worships the moon, or rather the Goddess Nyx. Her species is rather volatile at times, and they are scarce. When Zevran was born, she was born into a family that really didn't produce much in the tribe, and therefore were named useless, or close to it. They had no roof to live under, they had no cave to retreat to, they lived out in the open, with hardly enough food to feed themselves. Her mother finally just died from starvation, leaving her husband to take care of Zevran and her four siblings. Her father was a weak man, who couldn't really hunt, so he wasn't able to feed them very well, at all. One day, Zevran just finally grew tired of it, and decided to take her families well-being into her hands. She attempted to sneak into the main warehouse where the village saved its food stocks. All she wanted to do was steal a pound of meat. But instead of feeding her family, she earned herself a banishment after her sister told on her, knowing what she had been doing. This earned Zevran a banishment. She was never to return to her family, and she was to leave the islands by any means necessary. This was quite a cruel punishment, but Felis are very greedy, and overreact when there is a chance that food could be wasted. Especially on low life scum. Zevran wandered for days on end, attempting to find some form of shelter, or find a ship captain that may be willing to take her in for free. She found what she needed. Tooth had found her, hiding. He took her in, made her a ship mate. Zevran really didn't like boats, but she was happy to be away from that island. And she has been traveling with them ever since. They recently made port in Zephir, and Zevran wished to explore. She was mistaken for a creature that could be used in the hunts, and was quickly captured. She has been fending for her life in the hunt for a while now, and will stop at nothing to live through this. The main technique she will use will to seduce one of the hunters into smuggling her out, or at least feigning killing her and dragging her off to some place.

Kivarria Rorkir (Silver Seeker in English)
41 moon cycles
Saurian (Tlaloc, specifically)
Female
She's from the same land at Tooth. She's from a more economically active chain of islands to the east on the planet's equator, which supports wetlands, salt marshes, and rain forests. While these islands have no specific name, the occupants have an accent akin to that of a Swahili accent.
She is the height of six foot five, and easily weight 210 pounds.
Silver is married to Tooth-in-the-sea. When he pursued the business of trade, she pursued becoming the Chieftess of the tribe. To do so, she had to beat the previous Chief in a game of wits, and prove that she could be a fair, good leader. She was able to beat him. Now, years after she won that battle, she had begun getting courted by other males within the tribe. She has been getting more and more fed up with her husband for being gone for so long, and only visiting with her for a few months at a time. She decides to take a leave of absence, leaving the Elders in charge until she gets back.
Silver was born into an arranged marriage. Her family had not been a particularly influential part of the tribe, so she was not well known. She was sure that they only reason she had ever been married was because of the arranged marriage. When she was young she trained in sword play and using her lightness (In relation to the rest of her species) to win battle. She also trained her mind to be the sharpest it could be. When Tooth pursued his urge to become a trader, she pursued her wants to being the Alpha of the tribe. She was able to beat the previous Alpha in a game of wits, and became the next leader. This all happened whilst her husband was away, and when he came to visit he found her an Alpha, and his superior. Years later, she has been getting courted by some of the young males of the tribe, because she is powerful, and that is attractive to the species despite their nice tendencies. One in particular had decided to wait in her bedchambers completely naked to attempt to get her to bed him. That was her breaking point and she decided to take a leave of absence to find her husband, and get away from the hormonal young ones. She decided to not take anyone, and piloted a small boat all by herself and navigated it to where she had recently heard that her husband was. Whilst she was traveling she was captured, being mistaken for a creature that was unintelligent, and therefore, was eligible to become a part of the Hunt.
She isn't as forgiving and good natured as her fellows. She will not stand aside like her husband if she is attacked. And she will be quite unhappy if her husband is attacked.

Original Hylion · Sep 25, 2013

[QUOTE="Sylvan Warrior]

Zevran Lokir (The Trickster)
188 (Moon cycles)
Beastia, Felis.
Female
She is from the same island as the Ttlaoc,
Zevran's tribe is named the Moon Followers.

They worship the moon, or more specifically, a moon Goddess that they call Nyx. They hail from a flourishing jungle area, filled to the brim with many an animal, and a few other species of Beast. Her tribe had decided to start traveling, coming across the place where they are now
Zevran's height is six foot and a quarter, topping out at 180 pounds.
Zevran is part of the Felis race. The Felis race is a catlike race coming in many shapes, sizes and colours. Unlike Saurian's, Feli (Feli is multiple) aren't stuck to one, similar form. Feli can be like the Panther, walk like them, look like them, yet still have a Hume quality, like eyes, mouth, or hands. On the other spectrum they could look very much like a Hume, but with things like fur, tail, and catlike eyes.

Zevran in particular is a perfect mix between the two. We shall start with describing her head and the travel downwards. Prepare for an in depth, long description.

Zevran's head is topped with two, large, pointed ears. Then you travel down just a bit and you find her eyes. Her pupils are like that of a cat in the bright sun, just little slivers, changing in width from changes in light. The colour surrounding her pupils is a vibrant green with golden flecks. Attached just between her eyes is her cat-like nose that extends outwards over a face that protrudes a few inches out. Attached to her nose is a very cat like mouth. Within this mouth are teeth that are very human like, except for the canines and the lateral incisor, which are sharp fangs. The two teeth that would probably be considered the lower canines are also, smaller, sharper fangs.

The skin just above her mouth also has a set of five whiskers on each side.

The overall bone structure for her face is very catlike, high set, sharp cheekbones, attached to a wide jaw.

Her neck is thin and long.

Her shoulders are set a bit wide, attached to very Hume-like arms. Her arms are covered in strong, wiry muscle. Her arms are attached to hands with long, slender, Hume fingers that end in sharp, deadly, retractable claws that are thick and black in colour, instead of the normal, clear white of a house cat.

You travel her torso and you shall see that is is very Hume-like. You will also see two, large breasts that are covered in thick fur, but it is still quite easy to see the shape. As you travel down more you will see that she also has a flat stomach, packed with hard muscle. Her hips are also wide set, perfect child-bearing hips, and gives her an hourglass figure.

Then you reach her legs, which are shaped like a cats when they are standing up. Her feet are also that of a cats. Then you look behind her and you will see a tail that is easily six foot in length.
Zevran was cast out from her tribe when she was just a small cub. Tossed into the cruel, hot jungles of her land. She had been caught stealing from the food stores that the village so desperately guarded. Even if she was just 144 cycles old, it was a unforgivable atrocity. Food was actually quite scarce, and to even think that one of them could commit something like that? It was monstrous.

Zevran wandered around, already knowing how to hunt small creature so she didn't starve to death. She wandered for many a moon cycle before finding a port where many majestic ships were docked, there was one in particular that frightened her, yet interested her all the same. It was a boat filled with Tlaloc She was actually not aware as to what they were at the time, but she saw that they seemed fairly well mannered. Certainly more well mannered than many of the other ships. She quickly sneaked aboard, not wishing to be on this island any longer and stayed there. She fed when she could, keeping out of the way of the crew. She was agile and flexible, so she could fit into a lot of spaces at a moment's notice if she heard someone coming. Then, one day someone found her.

He claimed he was Tooth-in-the-sea.
Zevran comes from a small tribe that worships the moon, or rather the Goddess Nyx. Her species is rather volatile at times, and they are scarce. When Zevran was born, she was born into a family that really didn't produce much in the tribe, and therefore were named useless, or close to it. They had no roof to live under, they had no cave to retreat to, they lived out in the open, with hardly enough food to feed themselves. Her mother finally just died from starvation, leaving her husband to take care of Zevran and her four siblings. Her father was a weak man, who couldn't really hunt, so he wasn't able to feed them very well, at all. One day, Zevran just finally grew tired of it, and decided to take her families well-being into her hands. She attempted to sneak into the main warehouse where the village saved its food stocks. All she wanted to do was steal a pound of meat. But instead of feeding her family, she earned herself a banishment after her sister told on her, knowing what she had been doing. This earned Zevran a banishment. She was never to return to her family, and she was to leave the islands by any means necessary. This was quite a cruel punishment, but Felis are very greedy, and overreact when there is a chance that food could be wasted. Especially on low life scum. Zevran wandered for days on end, attempting to find some form of shelter, or find a ship captain that may be willing to take her in for free. She found what she needed. Tooth had found her, hiding. He took her in, made her a ship mate. Zevran really didn't like boats, but she was happy to be away from that island. And she has been traveling with them ever since. They recently made port in Zephir, and Zevran wished to explore. She was mistaken for a creature that could be used in the hunts, and was quickly captured. She has been fending for her life in the hunt for a while now, and will stop at nothing to live through this. The main technique she will use will to seduce one of the hunters into smuggling her out, or at least feigning killing her and dragging her off to some place.

Kivarria Rorkir (Silver Seeker in English)
41 moon cycles
Saurian (Tlaloc, specifically)
Female
She's from the same land at Tooth. She's from a more economically active chain of islands to the east on the planet's equator, which supports wetlands, salt marshes, and rain forests. While these islands have no specific name, the occupants have an accent akin to that of a Swahili accent.
She is the height of six foot five, and easily weight 210 pounds.
Silver is married to Tooth-in-the-sea. When he pursued the business of trade, she pursued becoming the Chieftess of the tribe. To do so, she had to beat the previous Chief in a game of wits, and prove that she could be a fair, good leader. She was able to beat him. Now, years after she won that battle, she had begun getting courted by other males within the tribe. She has been getting more and more fed up with her husband for being gone for so long, and only visiting with her for a few months at a time. She decides to take a leave of absence, leaving the Elders in charge until she gets back.
Silver was born into an arranged marriage. Her family had not been a particularly influential part of the tribe, so she was not well known. She was sure that they only reason she had ever been married was because of the arranged marriage. When she was young she trained in sword play and using her lightness (In relation to the rest of her species) to win battle. She also trained her mind to be the sharpest it could be. When Tooth pursued his urge to become a trader, she pursued her wants to being the Alpha of the tribe. She was able to beat the previous Alpha in a game of wits, and became the next leader. This all happened whilst her husband was away, and when he came to visit he found her an Alpha, and his superior. Years later, she has been getting courted by some of the young males of the tribe, because she is powerful, and that is attractive to the species despite their nice tendencies. One in particular had decided to wait in her bedchambers completely naked to attempt to get her to bed him. That was her breaking point and she decided to take a leave of absence to find her husband, and get away from the hormonal young ones. She decided to not take anyone, and piloted a small boat all by herself and navigated it to where she had recently heard that her husband was. Whilst she was traveling she was captured, being mistaken for a creature that was unintelligent, and therefore, was eligible to become a part of the Hunt.
She isn't as forgiving and good natured as her fellows. She will not stand aside like her husband if she is attacked. And she will be quite unhappy if her husband is attacked.

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Accepted. During the main RP you can only as one character, btw
Being as Tyrant has left RPn, myself or someone i deem worth enough will kill off his character, unless i just forget about his character completely

The Lady Kitsunerisu · Sep 25, 2013

Very well.

Original Hylion · Sep 25, 2013

So! Dice rolling was added Monday so I'll be bumping up the Hunt festival to the next day IC. Once that goes underway the action will begin!

http://www.rpnation.com/index.php?threads/dice-throw-random-list-selection-countdown.14686/

That is the thread to head to the update and how to use it!

Croissant · Sep 25, 2013

Wonderful. I'll continue to post, Just so you know I haven't left

Sen Pai · Sep 26, 2013

Kuya Lion!! I'm joining~ ^^ spot holder.

Your character's name
This can be what your character appears to be or you can say how many cycles(years) old your character is
The two main playable races are hume and diuris, you may create a race as long as it works within the lore given(ex. golem)
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Erica · Sep 26, 2013

Aesriel Fletcher, commonly goes by Aesri (pronounced Ehz-ree)
32 cycles old, but appears to be in mid-to-late twenties
Hume
Female
Originally from the Western Isles. However, she has lived most of her life on the Southern Mainland, so her accent is light.
5’8”, 148 lbs
Most people first notice Aesriel’s strawberry blond hair, followed quickly by the blue gem adoring her forehead (held by a chain). Her posture is also notable: she always stands to her full height of five foot eight, and carries her slender but curvy build with no small amount of pride. She has pale blue eyes and a tendency to watch her surroundings, even when engaged in conversation. This can give her a nervous or distant air. She favors rich colors (predominantly blues, greens, burgundies, and golds) in her clothing, which is of superior quality; as such, many people assume she is of noble birth. When travelling, she carries a finely made staff.

At school, as a teacher:

Traveling (but with pants):

On an OOC side note, do you know how hard it is to find images of female characters that actually wear pants? Bare thigh is the new black…
A Sage of prvok magic most recently from Ashland. Ashland, a medium-sized town near the Northern Deadlands, is best known for what happened about four years ago: a prvok magic school calling itself The White Hand was nearly burned to the ground when two of its instructors fought each other. Rumors abound about the cause for that fight; chief among them that the instructors were fighting over a woman, that the school had discovered a new form of magic and they both wanted to lay claim to it, or that the magic they were practicing had driven them mad. Many claim to know the truth, but it probably died with the two mages and The White Hand’s reputation.

Aesriel taught at that school and thus can’t find work as an instructor elsewhere even though no one officially challenges her status as a Sage. In the last four years, she has become a mercenary elemental magic user out of necessity. She is not well known, but those who have done any adventuring among the Southern Mainland have a remote chance of having encountered her. Unable to completely give up her love of instructing others, she has also helped a few other traveling Mages to learn when the opportunity has arisen.

Some may know that she often visits Zephyr, and always visits Benton Lambert, one of the prosperous merchants there, when in town.
Born to a loving mother and absent father, Aesriel spent the first five years of her life on the Western Isles. Her mother, Delina Fletcher, was a barmaid in one of the port towns. When pressed (and Aesriel would press her, even at the age of three), Delina would tell her of her father, a trader from the Realm of the Gods who had only visited a few times. His name was Benton, but his visits to their town had ceased by the time her mother knew she was with child. In her early life on the Western Isles, Aesriel’s mother and grandmother primarily raised her.

Neither Delina or Aesriel thought often about her father until Aesriel was four years old. A passing Mage visited the inn where her mother worked. He took a shine to Aesriel as he missed his own daughter, and Aesriel was fascinated with his small demonstrations of magic. Her curiosity inspired him to give a small lesson, not expecting any results. Surprisingly, she showed a strong aptitude - enough so that the Mage talked to Delina, recommending she get Aesriel some training if she could manage it.

So Delina sought out Aesriel’s father, Benton Lambert. He had prospered greatly and was a wealthy merchant living in Zephyr. It took six months to get word to him, and another two before he replied, but he did eventually travel back to the Western Isles to meet his daughter. He had always wanted children, but his wife was barren. He was overjoyed to have a child even out of wedlock - especially once he heard that Aesriel might be gifted in magic. After much discussion, he moved both Delina and Aesriel back with him to the Realm of the Gods. He provided for them both, but his wife was not thrilled with the presence of her husband’s mistress and her child.

So Benton set up Delina and Aesriel in one of the larger towns north of Zephyr. Aesriel continued to be raised largely by her mother, who took a job as a barmaid in an upscale tavern. Benton could not give Aesriel his name, but he provided monetarily for her and visited often. He also fully supported her continued drive to learn more about magic. He enrolled her in a prvok magic school that was just starting in Ashland called The White Hand. She flourished there, adoring the chance to focus on magic alone. She received the title of Sage and became an instructor there when she was only twenty-one.

Her life was largely focused on the school and her students, with a few love affairs tossed in for drama along the way but no marriage prospects due to the combination of her lack of name and her devotion to The White Hand. Then the incident happened: two Sages, Pankul and Quendias, fought a fierce battle, effectively destroying the school and its reputation. Aesriel wasn’t involved in those events except that she had worked closely with both of the Sages involved over the years. She was especially close to Quendias and mourns him to this day. She still does not know what happened to start the fight, but in any case, the battle and its aftermath changed her life. (To learn more of what really happened, see the spoiler below.)

The White Hand was a quickly growing school, partly because it was exploring soul magic, a relatively new area of study - and one few schools taught. Pankul, one of the Sages who founded The White Hand, was dabbling in soul magic and figured out how to consume another person's soul. He devoured a soul or two; mostly lowly servants, but he was discovered. Quendias, the only other Sage in the school who understood soul magic figured out what Pankul had done. He confronted Pankul and they ended up battling each other. Both ended up dead, the library was largely destroyed, and the school was discredited for the undisciplined nature of its instructors.

When the school was destroyed and discredited, Aesriel was twenty eight. She travelled south to be closer to her mother and father. She sought other teaching jobs, but the reputation of what happened with The White Hand followed her. After months of receiving polite rejections, she reassessed her options. She did not want to give up magic, and she was not gifted enough to found a school on her own, especially given the reputation that followed her. Besides, she had always loved teaching others - especially children - but a school needed to explore new magic to really thrive, and that wasn’t her passion.

So she turned to adventuring. She travels on her own or with groups seeking adventure, using her magical abilities where she feels it will do best. Out of necessity, she learned limited hand-to-hand defensive skills and travels with a staff for that purpose. She likes the work, but regrets that it is so focused on offensive spells and leaves little time for study. At least once a year, she returns to visit her mother and studies for a month or so in one of the rooms above the bar. Her mother worries after her when she travels, and her father is tremendously proud, reveling in the stories she brings when she visits. Her stepmother is ill and Benton Lambert speaks of marrying Delina when she passes. Delina seems to be skeptical of this, but has not refused the possibility.

She has grown up knowing about the yearly Hunt, but rarely attending them. This is the first year she has considered actually entering as a participant. She would be happy to find some people worth traveling with, but her secret hope is that a strong performance in the Hunt will help her overcome the shadow of what happened with The White Hand and she will be able to teach again.
The gem she wears at her forehead is a topaz, a gift from her mother. Benton sent it to Delina when he first learned about Aesriel. She passed it onto her daughter as a reminder of how much her father loves her.

Her staff has no special magical properties; it’s just ornately carved wood and useful in a fight.

9/26 - Small edit: changed her age to 32 to match the timeline of her history. (Correcting my original error.)

Original Hylion · Sep 26, 2013

Erica said:
Name
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Aesriel Fletcher, commonly goes by Aesri (pronounced Ehz-ree)
34 cycles old, but appears to be in mid-to-late twenties
Hume
Female
Originally from the Western Isles. However, she has lived most of her life on the Southern Mainland, so her accent is light.
5’8”, 148 lbs
Most people first notice Aesriel’s strawberry blond hair, followed quickly by the blue gem adoring her forehead (held by a chain). Her posture is also notable: she always stands to her full height of five foot eight, and carries her slender but curvy build with no small amount of pride. She has pale blue eyes and a tendency to watch her surroundings, even when engaged in conversation. This can give her a nervous or distant air. She favors rich colors (predominantly blues, greens, burgundies, and golds) in her clothing, which is of superior quality; as such, many people assume she is of noble birth. When travelling, she carries a finely made staff.

At school, as a teacher:

Traveling (but with pants):

On an OOC side note, do you know how hard it is to find images of female characters that actually wear pants? Bare thigh is the new black…

A Sage of prvok magic most recently from Ashland. Ashland, a medium-sized town near the Northern Deadlands, is best known for what happened about four years ago: a prvok magic school calling itself The White Hand was nearly burned to the ground when two of its instructors fought each other. Rumors abound about the cause for that fight; chief among them that the instructors were fighting over a woman, that the school had discovered a new form of magic and they both wanted to lay claim to it, or that the magic they were practicing had driven them mad. Many claim to know the truth, but it probably died with the two mages and The White Hand’s reputation.

Aesriel taught at that school and thus can’t find work as an instructor elsewhere even though no one officially challenges her status as a Sage. In the last four years, she has become a mercenary elemental magic user out of necessity. She is not well known, but those who have done any adventuring among the Southern Mainland have a remote chance of having encountered her. Unable to completely give up her love of instructing others, she has also helped a few other traveling Mages to learn when the opportunity has arisen.

Some may know that she often visits Zephyr, and always visits Benton Lambert, one of the prosperous merchants there, when in town.

Born to a loving mother and absent father, Aesriel spent the first five years of her life on the Western Isles. Her mother, Delina Fletcher, was a barmaid in one of the port towns. When pressed (and Aesriel would press her, even at the age of three), Delina would tell her of her father, a trader from the Realm of the Gods who had only visited a few times. His name was Benton, but his visits to their town had ceased by the time her mother knew she was with child. In her early life on the Western Isles, Aesriel’s mother and grandmother primarily raised her.

Neither Delina or Aesriel thought often about her father until Aesriel was four years old. A passing Mage visited the inn where her mother worked. He took a shine to Aesriel as he missed his own daughter, and Aesriel was fascinated with his small demonstrations of magic. Her curiosity inspired him to give a small lesson, not expecting any results. Surprisingly, she showed a strong aptitude - enough so that the Mage talked to Delina, recommending she get Aesriel some training if she could manage it.

So Delina sought out Aesriel’s father, Benton Lambert. He had prospered greatly and was a wealthy merchant living in Zephyr. It took six months to get word to him, and another two before he replied, but he did eventually travel back to the Western Isles to meet his daughter. He had always wanted children, but his wife was barren. He was overjoyed to have a child even out of wedlock - especially once he heard that Aesriel might be gifted in magic. After much discussion, he moved both Delina and Aesriel back with him to the Realm of the Gods. He provided for them both, but his wife was not thrilled with the presence of her husband’s mistress and her child.

So Benton set up Delina and Aesriel in one of the larger towns north of Zephyr. Aesriel continued to be raised largely by her mother, who took a job as a barmaid in an upscale tavern. Benton could not give Aesriel his name, but he provided monetarily for her and visited often. He also fully supported her continued drive to learn more about magic. He enrolled her in a prvok magic school that was just starting in Ashland called The White Hand. She flourished there, adoring the chance to focus on magic alone. She received the title of Sage and became an instructor there when she was only twenty-one.

Her life was largely focused on the school and her students, with a few love affairs tossed in for drama along the way but no marriage prospects due to the combination of her lack of name and her devotion to The White Hand. Then the incident happened: two Sages, Pankul and Quendias, fought a fierce battle, effectively destroying the school and its reputation. Aesriel wasn’t involved in those events except that she had worked closely with both of the Sages involved over the years. She was especially close to Quendias and mourns him to this day. She still does not know what happened to start the fight, but in any case, the battle and its aftermath changed her life. (To learn more of what really happened, see the spoiler below.)

The White Hand was a quickly growing school, partly because it was exploring soul magic, a relatively new area of study - and one few schools taught. Pankul, one of the Sages who founded The White Hand, was dabbling in soul magic and figured out how to consume another person's soul. He devoured a soul or two; mostly lowly servants, but he was discovered. Quendias, the only other Sage in the school who understood soul magic figured out what Pankul had done. He confronted Pankul and they ended up battling each other. Both ended up dead, the library was largely destroyed, and the school was discredited for the undisciplined nature of its instructors.

When the school was destroyed and discredited, Aesriel was twenty eight. She travelled south to be closer to her mother and father. She sought other teaching jobs, but the reputation of what happened with The White Hand followed her. After months of receiving polite rejections, she reassessed her options. She did not want to give up magic, and she was not gifted enough to found a school on her own, especially given the reputation that followed her. Besides, she had always loved teaching others - especially children - but a school needed to explore new magic to really thrive, and that wasn’t her passion.

So she turned to adventuring. She travels on her own or with groups seeking adventure, using her magical abilities where she feels it will do best. Out of necessity, she learned limited hand-to-hand defensive skills and travels with a staff for that purpose. She likes the work, but regrets that it is so focused on offensive spells and leaves little time for study. At least once a year, she returns to visit her mother and studies for a month or so in one of the rooms above the bar. Her mother worries after her when she travels, and her father is tremendously proud, reveling in the stories she brings when she visits. Her stepmother is ill and Benton Lambert speaks of marrying Delina when she passes. Delina seems to be skeptical of this, but has not refused the possibility.

She has grown up knowing about the yearly Hunt, but rarely attending them. This is the first year she has considered actually entering as a participant. She would be happy to find some people worth traveling with, but her secret hope is that a strong performance in the Hunt will help her overcome the shadow of what happened with The White Hand and she will be able to teach again.

The gem she wears at her forehead is a topaz, a gift from her mother. Benton sent it to Delina when he first learned about Aesriel. She passed it onto her daughter as a reminder of how much her father loves her.

Her staff has no special magical properties; it’s just ornately carved wood and useful in a fight.

Amazing app! Accepted

TheEntireSovietUnion · Oct 1, 2013

Tomb-Walker.
N/A (unknown)
Saurian.
Male.
Completely unknown.
Just above average height for a man, about six six and about 200 pounds

That's a funny joke... Oh wait, you're not kidding.

He's what people call 'a batshit insane necro-alchemist' (necromancer, necrophiliac[lulno], alchemist). He will kill people/animals every now and again and use their souls to keep himself young.
He seems to appear out of the blue in the most random places, is often able to travel a distance that is six months travel apart within about ten minutes, he's one of those people who talks about the end times a lot. He can apparently "see the future." He is apparently the king of the imps. He is also apparently queen of the goblins. He is apparently the fresh prince of Bel-Air. He says he is from an alternate timeline. He says he is here to preserve the timeline, corrupt the timeline, and to screw with the history nerds. His is apparently from long ago in a galaxy far far away. He doesnt always drink beer, but when he does, he prefers Dos Equis.
He does know how old he is, He is searching the seas for the fountain of youth, he is a master necromancer. He is wanted by just about every church in the land for being so proficient in that Prvok and Zazrak. He's pretty proficient in unarmed combat, although he really doesnt fight that way. He takes very few things seriously, if anything at all.

Original Hylion · Oct 2, 2013

TheEntireSovietUnion said:
Name
Age
Race
Gender
Area of Origin
Weight/Height

Tomb-Walker.
N/A (unknown)
Saurian.
Male.
Completely unknown.
Just above average height for a man, about six three and about 200 pounds

Appearance
Known History
Full Bio
Extra

That's a funny joke... Oh wait, you're not kidding.

He's what people call 'a batshit insane necro-alchemist' (necromancer, necrophiliac[lulno], alchemist). He will kill people/animals every now and again and use their souls to keep himself young.

He seems to appear out of the blue in the most random places, is often able to travel a distance that is six months travel apart within about ten minutes, he's one of those people who talks about the end times a lot. He can apparently "see the future." He is apparently the king of the imps. He is also apparently queen of the goblins. He is apparently the fresh prince of Bel-Air. He says he is from an alternate timeline. He says he is here to preserve the timeline, corrupt the timeline, and to screw with the history nerds. His is apparently from long ago in a galaxy far far away. He doesnt always drink beer, but when he does, he prefers Dos Equis.
He does know how old he is, He is searching the seas for the fountain of youth, he is a master necromancer. He is wanted by just about every church in the land for being so proficient in that Prvok and Zazrak. He's pretty proficient in unarmed combat, although he really doesnt fight that way. He takes very few things seriously, if anything at all.

Accepted
@Noah

Please try to put more into your posts, the limit is a paragraph remember.

Noah · Oct 2, 2013

OK will edit.

Original Hylion · Oct 12, 2013

If you want your character to participate in the hunt be sure to post before i do!

Evangeline · Oct 12, 2013

x.x I dunno if this'll come out right.

I'm such a horrible person to my characters. T^T

Vaya
19 cycles
Homunculi
Female
Northern Deadlands
5"0 110lbs.
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Vaya was a lucky find, as Kayto always said. The merchant, in his travels, stumbled upon the girl, wallowing in filth, clothes torn, hair caked with dirt, face and skin marred with mud. He, quite literally, picked her up and took her to the inn he had rented to stay for the night. And while he bathed and clothed her, he had attempted to make her speak. She only stared at him with unintelligent eyes, like that of an infant. It was then that Vaya had been made the merchant's slave.

Vaya is well known in the markets in which she and her master regularly visit for trade. Her gentle appearance tends to attract children to her, in which she would then hand out sweets she'd been given from previous markets in their travels. Kayto had formed the habit of dragging her along with him when trading, as many of his clients took a liking to her. "Her smile is infectious," they had all said, around others, he referred to her as his lucky charm. And she is well missed when she departs from the markets. And because Vaya is so well liked, Kayto is careful not to allow anyone else to know what happens during the lengths of time during their travels from one market to the other. Kayto is only in his late twenties, and he is a man after all. And men have their wants and needs.
Vaya is a homunculus. Kayto, however, is unaware of this fact.

She wasn't named Vaya in her previous life.

She was born with the name of Yzobel, to a former Wolf of Zephyr as a father, and a librarian, her mother and a loving brother, Rayl. Coming into the world, Yzobel was silent, and as she was held in her mother's arms, her bright honey colored eyes, already opened, wandered the room with a seemingly intelligent gaze. She settled her wandering eyes upon the 11 year old boy who stood at the very far corner of the room. Rayl spent most of his time, since then, with his sister, filling his heart with her chiming laugh and sweet smiles, leaving room for nothing else.

The family of four was blissfully happy, until Yzobel fell sick. The mop of chocolate brown hair that had begun to reach for her shoulders had begun to lose its luster and fall out, leaving a pale white cap upon her crown with chunks of brown locks that have yet to fall out. Yzobel's mother had fallen into despair, her father scrambling to the best healers of Zephyr, leaving Rayl to care for his sickly sister.

The priests were not gods, as fevers and aches ravaged her body, they could only provide a temporary comfort by relieving her of this. But the sicknesses would return again after a few days. Yzobel's health was never consistent, there would be instances where she would regain her strength and be able to walk about the house without aid, and share with her family a bright smile. But too often would she be bedridden, regurgitating the meals her mother uselessly tried to feed her.

Rayl, inspired by the priests' healing ability to relieve his sister of her aches and pains convinced his father to let him study under the church. There was much argument, his father rather reluctant to give him up to the church, seeing as Yzobel favored his company better than most anyone else, but by his wife's approval, he released Rayl.

The young boy of 12 was busy thereon, rarely leaving his dormitory within the walls of the church unless to attend his classes, choosing instead to busy himself by burying his nose into countless books. Enough so that his room looked like a miniature library, books he'd borrowed and notebooks of his notes stacked high, sometimes placed neatly in corners, otherwise scattered about the small room.

On rare occasions, he'd fin precious free time, in which the church allowed him to leave. He would then flee to see his sister, who would greet him warmly with his favorite smile. He'd spend the remaining of his free time with Yzobel, who'd taken to wearing her mother's feathered hats and walking about in her mother's dresses. She was then at the age of 5.

At Yzobel's eighth birthday, Rayl, at the age of 19, had been able to convince the church to allow leave for the entire day to celebrate his sickly sister's birthday, as he had done the past eight years. However, as he walked the halls of the church, he happened upon his mother, weeping hysterically as she demanded that they allow her to see her son. It was then that he learned Yzobel had passed.

The weeks following, Rayl was nearly insane with grief, and sick to the stomach, enraged that he was not there in her passing. He would return to the house less and less, and each time, he would spend it in Yzobel's room, and no one dared bother him. Rayl tried in vain to find a way to revive her, and would often be found in the library, even skipping his classes to scour the shelves for anything he could use.

He found none.

The following years was a vague blur, time passing with an overwhelming emptiness in which then led to him quitting his study of zazrak magic. His mental state had deteriorated to the point where he'd shut out every intelligent being who wished to interact with him, and made it so that his only friend was his shadow. Lifeless...

Rayl was said to be found wandering the streets, eyes void of warmth, cold, until he'd disappeared from Zephyr completely, concluding that research within the walls was completely useless, there was nothing for him there.

And before long, he found himself in the Northern Deadlands.

It was there, Brine had discovered him. Rayl was pathetic, nearly delusional as he wandered the deadlands, but even then, he was able to see that there as something terribly wrong with the way the man just stepped out of the shelter of the trees' shadows, in the way the man held himself. In the way he stepped towards him, shrouded in black, as if he were a disembodied shadow. Rayl, even in his near insanity knew this man was something ominous.

But every nagging thought to flee was wiped away as the man presented his offer.

"I can bring back your sister... I can bring back Yzobel."

In turn Brine asked him of his services. Rayl complied without question. He was to harvest living people for the man's experiments, and did not dare ask what for.

That day was Yzobel's eighteenth birthday. And that day, he held her in his arms, finally. It was that day, that was her creation. It was that day Rayl had been able to see his sister. Her chocolate brown hair, her honey colored eyes, her rose red lips. But this was not Yzobel. This was Vaya. A copy. A homunculus.

Vaya was later found on the outskirts of the deadland by Kayto, the merchant, holding no memory of where she'd originated, holding no knowledge of what she is and how she'd gotten there...

Or what had become of Rayl.
She has not spoken at all after her creation.

Original Hylion · Oct 12, 2013

Evangeline said:
x.x I dunno if this'll come out right.
I'm such a horrible person to my characters. T^T

Name
Age
Race
Gender
Area of Origin
Weight/Height
Appearance
Known History
Full Bio
Extra

Vaya
19 cycles
Homunculi
Female
Northern Deadlands
5"0 110lbs.
View attachment 26986
Vaya was a lucky find, as Kayto always said. The merchant, in his travels, stumbled upon the girl, wallowing in filth, clothes torn, hair caked with dirt, face and skin marred with mud. He, quite literally, picked her up and took her to the inn he had rented to stay for the night. And while he bathed and clothed her, he had attempted to make her speak. She only stared at him with unintelligent eyes, like that of an infant. It was then that Vaya had been made the merchant's slave.

Vaya is well known in the markets in which she and her master regularly visit for trade. Her gentle appearance tends to attract children to her, in which she would then hand out sweets she'd been given from previous markets in their travels. Kayto had formed the habit of dragging her along with him when trading, as many of his clients took a liking to her. "Her smile is infectious," they had all said, around others, he referred to her as his lucky charm. And she is well missed when she departs from the markets. And because Vaya is so well liked, Kayto is careful not to allow anyone else to know what happens during the lengths of time during their travels from one market to the other. Kayto is only in his late twenties, and he is a man after all. And men have their wants and needs.
Vaya is a homunculus. Kayto, however, is unaware of this fact.

She wasn't named Vaya in her previous life.

She was born with the name of Yzobel, to a former Wolf of Zephyr as a father, and a librarian, her mother and a loving brother, Rayl. Coming into the world, Yzobel was silent, and as she was held in her mother's arms, her bright honey colored eyes, already opened, wandered the room with a seemingly intelligent gaze. She settled her wandering eyes upon the 11 year old boy who stood at the very far corner of the room. Rayl spent most of his time, since then, with his sister, filling his heart with her chiming laugh and sweet smiles, leaving room for nothing else.

The family of four was blissfully happy, until Yzobel fell sick. The mop of chocolate brown hair that had begun to reach for her shoulders had begun to lose its luster and fall out, leaving a pale white cap upon her crown with chunks of brown locks that have yet to fall out. Yzobel's mother had fallen into despair, her father scrambling to the best healers of Zephyr, leaving Rayl to care for his sickly sister.

The priests were not gods, as fevers and aches ravaged her body, they could only provide a temporary comfort by relieving her of this. But the sicknesses would return again after a few days. Yzobel's health was never consistent, there would be instances where she would regain her strength and be able to walk about the house without aid, and share with her family a bright smile. But too often would she be bedridden, regurgitating the meals her mother uselessly tried to feed her.

Rayl, inspired by the priests' healing ability to relieve his sister of her aches and pains convinced his father to let him study under the church. There was much argument, his father rather reluctant to give him up to the church, seeing as Yzobel favored his company better than most anyone else, but by his wife's approval, he released Rayl.

The young boy of 12 was busy thereon, rarely leaving his dormitory within the walls of the church unless to attend his classes, choosing instead to busy himself by burying his nose into countless books. Enough so that his room looked like a miniature library, books he'd borrowed and notebooks of his notes stacked high, sometimes placed neatly in corners, otherwise scattered about the small room.

On rare occasions, he'd fin precious free time, in which the church allowed him to leave. He would then flee to see his sister, who would greet him warmly with his favorite smile. He'd spend the remaining of his free time with Yzobel, who'd taken to wearing her mother's feathered hats and walking about in her mother's dresses. She was then at the age of 5.

At Yzobel's eighth birthday, Rayl, at the age of 19, had been able to convince the church to allow leave for the entire day to celebrate his sickly sister's birthday, as he had done the past eight years. However, as he walked the halls of the church, he happened upon his mother, weeping hysterically as she demanded that they allow her to see her son. It was then that he learned Yzobel had passed.

The weeks following, Rayl was nearly insane with grief, and sick to the stomach, enraged that he was not there in her passing. He would return to the house less and less, and each time, he would spend it in Yzobel's room, and no one dared bother him. Rayl tried in vain to find a way to revive her, and would often be found in the library, even skipping his classes to scour the shelves for anything he could use.

He found none.

The following years was a vague blur, time passing with an overwhelming emptiness in which then led to him quitting his study of zazrak magic. His mental state had deteriorated to the point where he'd shut out every intelligent being who wished to interact with him, and made it so that his only friend was his shadow. Lifeless...

Rayl was said to be found wandering the streets, eyes void of warmth, cold, until he'd disappeared from Zephyr completely, concluding that research within the walls was completely useless, there was nothing for him there.

And before long, he found himself in the Northern Deadlands.

It was there, Brine had discovered him. Rayl was pathetic, nearly delusional as he wandered the deadlands, but even then, he was able to see that there as something terribly wrong with the way the man just stepped out of the shelter of the trees' shadows, in the way the man held himself. In the way he stepped towards him, shrouded in black, as if he were a disembodied shadow. Rayl, even in his near insanity knew this man was something ominous.

But every nagging thought to flee was wiped away as the man presented his offer.

"I can bring back your sister... I can bring back Yzobel."

In turn Brine asked him of his services. Rayl complied without question. He was to harvest living people for the man's experiments, and did not dare ask what for.

That day was Yzobel's eighteenth birthday. And that day, he held her in his arms, finally. It was that day, that was her creation. It was that day Rayl had been able to see his sister. Her chocolate brown hair, her honey colored eyes, her rose red lips. But this was not Yzobel. This was Vaya. A copy. A homunculus.

Vaya was later found on the outskirts of the deadland by Kayto, the merchant, holding no memory of where she'd originated, holding no knowledge of what she is and how she'd gotten there...

Or what had become of Rayl.
She has not spoken at all after her creation.

Awesome! Great character, you're coming back strong! Accepted

Serano · Oct 18, 2013

Tor Drasal
22
Hume
Male
Southern Mainland
5'8”, 180lbs.
Tor arrived in Zephyr a little over two years ago from the province of Amaru. The story goes that he was exiled from his homeland due to the countries strict laws concerning the use of magic. It didn't take him long for him to find work in Zephyr; he was quite famed in the realm for his inventions, most notably the water-powered logging mill.

When he is not being commissioned to work on some piece of engineering by the local lords, Tor can be found at his shop in the merchant district as he works hard at what he claims will "change the world". And while everyone acknowledges that he is brilliant, after two years of him making such proclamations have made him a bit of a joke with the local townsfolk.
Tor Drasal was born into a privileged family in the city of Amaru. His father was a very important banker within the city. And as the owner of the largest back in the city, Tor's family never had to worry about food, clothing or shelter. In fact, they were wealth enough that they could afford certain eccentricities, like an education for their young boy.

At the age of 6, Tor was enrolled in the Rostov Academy. This school was well known as one of the most prestigious colleges in all of the Realm. It was said that the school only took in ten student per year, and that the prospective families might have to wait years to be accepted.

Not only was Tor very fortunate in having the opportunity to attend the college, but he was also very brilliant. In no time at all, he was able to quickly catch onto a variety of topics from mathematics, science, engineering and even some rudimentary understanding of arcanum. At the age of 16, having learned all that the school had to offer, he graduated from the academy with top honors.

When he was arrived back home, he was immediately met by his loving family as soon as he had stepped off from his horse. That night, his family through him the most extravagant party than he had ever seen. While at the party he met his beautiful wife whom he learned he had been married to for over a year. It wasn't uncommon for marriages to be arranged in Amaru, so Tor didn't mind. The fact that the woman, Lysine, was stunningly beautiful certainly was a positive.

The next day he went off to work with his father at the bank, to assist him with the always growing business. He quickly assimilated into his new role as the bank's chief accountant. Everything was right with the world for Tor. It's a shame that it wouldn't of stayed that way.

One day, an auburn headed woman came into the bank and stopped in front of him. He immediately recognized the young woman as Triss Ernestine. She had been in several times recently to discuss her payments for the loan she had taken out to purchase the land for her clan. His father was a patient man, but this would be the third time for her coming into talk to him. And by the look of the pained expression on her face, he knew it wasn't good news.

Tor tried to keep his focus as the two of them talked in the back office. He could just barely make out the conversation through the crack in the door. It seemed that she was again having trouble making the payment, and blamed it on being unable to keep up production of lumber due to a sickness that went through her small village. My father responded by telling her that he was going to have to repossess the land to be able to get back his investment in the land. She begged and pleaded with him not to do it, but my father reminded her that she had three months to turn it around.

At the sound of the woman weeping, Tor had heard enough. He walked into the back office and explained to his father that he could make the village profitable once more. At first his father was resistant for his son to get involved; believing that it was only chasing good money after bad. But after Tor asked for his father's trust in the situation, he finally relenting and gave him two months to turn the place profitable once more.

Triss guided Tor to her village and saw for himself the terrible shape it was in. The sickness that had ravaged the town for the past few months had left a terrible toll. In front of several of the houses was a tied up bag made from bed sheets. Triss explained that was the body of another person who had succumbed to the illness.

She then proceeded to explain that the illness had long passed the contagious phase, and thus he wasn't in any danger. But that the damage had already been done to the hamlet's meager economy. With out enough healthy workers, there wasn't anyone able to process the lumber. That industry was all that the village had to provide for everyone.

Fortunately, Tor had an idea in mind to resolve the issue. He quickly got to work on the problem with the few individuals who were healthy enough to assist him. Tor decided that to be able to make up for the loss of manpower, the the work would have to be automated. To do this, he created a logging mill right on the river that flowed just outside of the village. This was a first of it's kind invention, that allowed a handful of men to do the work of dozens in the same amount of time.

Needless to say, Triss was ecstatic when the logging mill was completed barely a month later. It wasn't long before she had the village turning a profit once more on their land. In fact, she was bringing in over three times the revenue than she had even brought in before the pandemic hit the village.

Two months to the day that Tor met with Triss in his father's office, she held a large banquet in his honor. His father was also in attendance to congratulate his son on his hard work, as well as to collect the back payment that she owed. Never being one for large events, especially when the focus was on him, he decided to excuse himself to the river.

While the joyous music filled the air, Tor couldn't but find himself staring at the logging mill he helped design and build. In that moment, he didn't marvel at it for the engineering feet that it was. Instead, he looked upon it with a ping of regret. That was because in the time since the logging mill became operational, another logging mill in the area was being driven out of business. The cause for this was that they couldn't keep up with the pace at which Triss could produce lumber. And without the good fortune of being located next to a river, there wasn't an option to build them a logging mill.

Or was there? Tor thought back to his days at the college and recalled his studies of the arcanum. He never really was one for magic, and thus wasn't a subject he spent a lot of time on it. Part of the reason being that he didn't have any natural affinity for the magical arts, and thus he didn't see a need for them.

The other though, was his family (and indeed the whole of the province) took a very dim view of magic in all it's forms. It was considered a major reform when a few years ago the Church of the Saints allowed healing magic to be performed after opposing it for decades. In that sort of environment, it was little wonder that Tor didn't have much exposure to it.

Still, if one could create water in an area there was none, you could create an artificial river that allow for the construction of one of his water-powered logging mills. And once Tor began to think a long those lines, it wasn't long before he began to think of other ideas: creating rivers to provide for irrigation in areas where there wasn't any, using fire to warm a person's home so that they didn't freeze in the winter, using the powers of the earth to be able to draw out the resources more cleanly and efficiently. After giving it some serious thought, he knew that this was something he had to do.

The only thing standing in his way was the laws concerning magic in Amaru. If anyone, especially his family, was to find out of what he was doing, it wouldn't be good for him. Thus, he started his research in the secrecy of his family's basement. If he attempted to do it somewhere else, that only raised the odds of someone from outside finding his lab.

Of course, when one is experimenting with magic, one should also expect their to be some... accidents. About a week after arriving home, Tor was in his basement attempting to create a simple, automated candle. By starting so small, he reasoned that the effects would be easy to control. Or at least, that is what he though.

A loud explosion shook the family estate, as a plume of smoke billowed out from beneath the basement. Fortunately for Tor, the explosion was mostly consisting of force and launched him across the room. When his father and mother rushed down to see what the commotion was about, they found their son slumped over against the wall. His father reached down and carried his son upstairs and ordered the help to rush for a doctor.

Groggily, Tor woke up a short time later and opened his eyes. He was horrified at first as he couldn't see anything. As he began to get up, he felt the reassuring hand of his mother resting on his shoulder. "It's alright, Mother's here for you.."

"What... happened," Tor inquired.

There was a brief pause as his mother tried to think of what to say. She reached up and pulled unwrapped the bandages around his head and then put them to the side. "I want you to open your eyes slowly for me, the light may be a little too bright."

Tor slowly opened his eyes and allowed them time to adjust to the light. Immediately though, he knew something was off. It seemed that he was only seeing half the world. He raised up his left hand and brought it beside his face. It was only then that he confirmed what he already knew... he had become blind in his left eye.

Almost the moment that Tor began to wonder if things could get worse, his father stepped out from the basement door with the magistrate following right behind him. The two of them walked over and stood before his son. "Tor, we know what you were doing down there," the magistrate stated.

"Oh I very much doubt you do," Tor rolled his good eye away from him.

The magistrate, finding no humor in Tor's retort, continued, "We saw the equipment down there, as well as the aftermath. You know the law, and now you know why the law is in place. Such abomination can only lead to destruction."

Tor didn't respond to the magistrate at first, and instead attempted to stand up. It found the attempt to be very disorienting. He reached over for his mother's shoulder and used it to stand himself up before turning to look at the self-righteous magistrate. The sight of whatever was left of Tor's eye must of disturbed the pompous elder statesman, as was displayed by a subtle step back and and brief look of disgust.

When the magistrate, Mr. Kingston, realized that Tor wasn't going to respond to him, he continued, "You will cease these experiments forth-with or I shall have take measures I don't want to." For a moment, he paused before looking back at Tor's father. It was obvious that he had taken his son's side to do whatever he could. If he hadn't, he's pretty sure that he would of already been in chains.

In response, Tor just shook his head in annoyance and attempted to walk past the two gentlemen and into the basement. The magistrate, furious that he was being ignored, reached out and grabbed hold of Tor's arm, "Don't you know what you are doing!"

Tor jerked his arm from the tyrant's group and spun around to face him before exclaiming, "I'M TRYING TO CHANGE THE WORLD!"

The room fell deathly silent as the other three occupants simply stared at Tor. He looked back at all of them, then thoughtfully proclaimed, "I'll be leaving in the morning. That way I can continue my research without causing any more problems."

For a brief moment, the magistrate looked like that wouldn't satisfy him. However, Tor's father stepped forward and nodded in approval and saying, "You do what you think is best, son." A look that could kill was shot back to the magistrate by Tor's father when he heard the open his mouth and take a breathe as if to speak. The magistrate relied too heavily on Tor's father's contribution to cross him on this and let the matter rest.

Just as he promised, the next morning Tor packed his things and prepared to leave. His father and mother was at the gates to wish him well before he left. So to was the magistrate, just to ensure that Tor would keep his word. After a long embrace with his mom, and a tearful handshake with his father, he stepped outside of the gates and took to mounting his horse.

Before he rode off, he heard the magistrate whisper just loud enough to be heard only by him, "The next time you come back, I will have you arrested and executed for your crimes against nature. And I'll make sure your family never knows."

Tor turned his shoulder to glance back at the small man and simply replied, "We'll see." He then struck off ease for the province of Zephyr to continue his studies.
Tor Designed Logging Mill

Original Hylion · Nov 19, 2013

Aeradom said:
Name
Age
Race
Gender
Area of Origin
Weight/Height
Appearance
Known History
Full Bio
Extra

Tor Drasal
22
Hume
Male
Southern Mainland
5'8”, 180lbs.

Tor arrived in Zephyr a little over two years ago from the province of Amaru. The story goes that he was exiled from his homeland due to the countries strict laws concerning the use of magic. It didn't take him long for him to find work in Zephyr; he was quite famed in the realm for his inventions, most notably the water-powered logging mill.

When he is not being commissioned to work on some piece of engineering by the local lords, Tor can be found at his shop in the merchant district as he works hard at what he claims will "change the world". And while everyone acknowledges that he is brilliant, after two years of him making such proclamations have made him a bit of a joke with the local townsfolk.

Tor Drasal was born into a privileged family in the city of Amaru. His father was a very important banker within the city. And as the owner of the largest back in the city, Tor's family never had to worry about food, clothing or shelter. In fact, they were wealth enough that they could afford certain eccentricities, like an education for their young boy.

At the age of 6, Tor was enrolled in the Rostov Academy. This school was well known as one of the most prestigious colleges in all of the Realm. It was said that the school only took in ten student per year, and that the prospective families might have to wait years to be accepted.

Not only was Tor very fortunate in having the opportunity to attend the college, but he was also very brilliant. In no time at all, he was able to quickly catch onto a variety of topics from mathematics, science, engineering and even some rudimentary understanding of arcanum. At the age of 16, having learned all that the school had to offer, he graduated from the academy with top honors.

When he was arrived back home, he was immediately met by his loving family as soon as he had stepped off from his horse. That night, his family through him the most extravagant party than he had ever seen. While at the party he met his beautiful wife whom he learned he had been married to for over a year. It wasn't uncommon for marriages to be arranged in Amaru, so Tor didn't mind. The fact that the woman, Lysine, was stunningly beautiful certainly was a positive.

The next day he went off to work with his father at the bank, to assist him with the always growing business. He quickly assimilated into his new role as the bank's chief accountant. Everything was right with the world for Tor. It's a shame that it wouldn't of stayed that way.

One day, an auburn headed woman came into the bank and stopped in front of him. He immediately recognized the young woman as Triss Ernestine. She had been in several times recently to discuss her payments for the loan she had taken out to purchase the land for her clan. His father was a patient man, but this would be the third time for her coming into talk to him. And by the look of the pained expression on her face, he knew it wasn't good news.

Tor tried to keep his focus as the two of them talked in the back office. He could just barely make out the conversation through the crack in the door. It seemed that she was again having trouble making the payment, and blamed it on being unable to keep up production of lumber due to a sickness that went through her small village. My father responded by telling her that he was going to have to repossess the land to be able to get back his investment in the land. She begged and pleaded with him not to do it, but my father reminded her that she had three months to turn it around.

At the sound of the woman weeping, Tor had heard enough. He walked into the back office and explained to his father that he could make the village profitable once more. At first his father was resistant for his son to get involved; believing that it was only chasing good money after bad. But after Tor asked for his father's trust in the situation, he finally relenting and gave him two months to turn the place profitable once more.

Triss guided Tor to her village and saw for himself the terrible shape it was in. The sickness that had ravaged the town for the past few months had left a terrible toll. In front of several of the houses was a tied up bag made from bed sheets. Triss explained that was the body of another person who had succumbed to the illness.

She then proceeded to explain that the illness had long passed the contagious phase, and thus he wasn't in any danger. But that the damage had already been done to the hamlet's meager economy. With out enough healthy workers, there wasn't anyone able to process the lumber. That industry was all that the village had to provide for everyone.

Fortunately, Tor had an idea in mind to resolve the issue. He quickly got to work on the problem with the few individuals who were healthy enough to assist him. Tor decided that to be able to make up for the loss of manpower, the the work would have to be automated. To do this, he created a logging mill right on the river that flowed just outside of the village. This was a first of it's kind invention, that allowed a handful of men to do the work of dozens in the same amount of time.

Needless to say, Triss was ecstatic when the logging mill was completed barely a month later. It wasn't long before she had the village turning a profit once more on their land. In fact, she was bringing in over three times the revenue than she had even brought in before the pandemic hit the village.

Two months to the day that Tor met with Triss in his father's office, she held a large banquet in his honor. His father was also in attendance to congratulate his son on his hard work, as well as to collect the back payment that she owed. Never being one for large events, especially when the focus was on him, he decided to excuse himself to the river.

While the joyous music filled the air, Tor couldn't but find himself staring at the logging mill he helped design and build. In that moment, he didn't marvel at it for the engineering feet that it was. Instead, he looked upon it with a ping of regret. That was because in the time since the logging mill became operational, another logging mill in the area was being driven out of business. The cause for this was that they couldn't keep up with the pace at which Triss could produce lumber. And without the good fortune of being located next to a river, there wasn't an option to build them a logging mill.

Or was there? Tor thought back to his days at the college and recalled his studies of the arcanum. He never really was one for magic, and thus wasn't a subject he spent a lot of time on it. Part of the reason being that he didn't have any natural affinity for the magical arts, and thus he didn't see a need for them.

The other though, was his family (and indeed the whole of the province) took a very dim view of magic in all it's forms. It was considered a major reform when a few years ago the Church of the Saints allowed healing magic to be performed after opposing it for decades. In that sort of environment, it was little wonder that Tor didn't have much exposure to it.

Still, if one could create water in an area there was none, you could create an artificial river that allow for the construction of one of his water-powered logging mills. And once Tor began to think a long those lines, it wasn't long before he began to think of other ideas: creating rivers to provide for irrigation in areas where there wasn't any, using fire to warm a person's home so that they didn't freeze in the winter, using the powers of the earth to be able to draw out the resources more cleanly and efficiently. After giving it some serious thought, he knew that this was something he had to do.

The only thing standing in his way was the laws concerning magic in Amaru. If anyone, especially his family, was to find out of what he was doing, it wouldn't be good for him. Thus, he started his research in the secrecy of his family's basement. If he attempted to do it somewhere else, that only raised the odds of someone from outside finding his lab.

Of course, when one is experimenting with magic, one should also expect their to be some... accidents. About a week after arriving home, Tor was in his basement attempting to create a simple, automated candle. By starting so small, he reasoned that the effects would be easy to control. Or at least, that is what he though.

A loud explosion shook the family estate, as a plume of smoke billowed out from beneath the basement. Fortunately for Tor, the explosion was mostly consisting of force and launched him across the room. When his father and mother rushed down to see what the commotion was about, they found their son slumped over against the wall. His father reached down and carried his son upstairs and ordered the help to rush for a doctor.

Groggily, Tor woke up a short time later and opened his eyes. He was horrified at first as he couldn't see anything. As he began to get up, he felt the reassuring hand of his mother resting on his shoulder. "It's alright, Mother's here for you.."

"What... happened," Tor inquired.

There was a brief pause as his mother tried to think of what to say. She reached up and pulled unwrapped the bandages around his head and then put them to the side. "I want you to open your eyes slowly for me, the light may be a little too bright."

Tor slowly opened his eyes and allowed them time to adjust to the light. Immediately though, he knew something was off. It seemed that he was only seeing half the world. He raised up his left hand and brought it beside his face. It was only then that he confirmed what he already knew... he had become blind in his left eye.

Almost the moment that Tor began to wonder if things could get worse, his father stepped out from the basement door with the magistrate following right behind him. The two of them walked over and stood before his son. "Tor, we know what you were doing down there," the magistrate stated.

"Oh I very much doubt you do," Tor rolled his good eye away from him.

The magistrate, finding no humor in Tor's retort, continued, "We saw the equipment down there, as well as the aftermath. You know the law, and now you know why the law is in place. Such abomination can only lead to destruction."

Tor didn't respond to the magistrate at first, and instead attempted to stand up. It found the attempt to be very disorienting. He reached over for his mother's shoulder and used it to stand himself up before turning to look at the self-righteous magistrate. The sight of whatever was left of Tor's eye must of disturbed the pompous elder statesman, as was displayed by a subtle step back and and brief look of disgust.

When the magistrate, Mr. Kingston, realized that Tor wasn't going to respond to him, he continued, "You will cease these experiments forth-with or I shall have take measures I don't want to." For a moment, he paused before looking back at Tor's father. It was obvious that he had taken his son's side to do whatever he could. If he hadn't, he's pretty sure that he would of already been in chains.

In response, Tor just shook his head in annoyance and attempted to walk past the two gentlemen and into the basement. The magistrate, furious that he was being ignored, reached out and grabbed hold of Tor's arm, "Don't you know what you are doing!"

Tor jerked his arm from the tyrant's group and spun around to face him before exclaiming, "I'M TRYING TO CHANGE THE WORLD!"

The room fell deathly silent as the other three occupants simply stared at Tor. He looked back at all of them, then thoughtfully proclaimed, "I'll be leaving in the morning. That way I can continue my research without causing any more problems."

For a brief moment, the magistrate looked like that wouldn't satisfy him. However, Tor's father stepped forward and nodded in approval and saying, "You do what you think is best, son." A look that could kill was shot back to the magistrate by Tor's father when he heard the open his mouth and take a breathe as if to speak. The magistrate relied too heavily on Tor's father's contribution to cross him on this and let the matter rest.

Just as he promised, the next morning Tor packed his things and prepared to leave. His father and mother was at the gates to wish him well before he left. So to was the magistrate, just to ensure that Tor would keep his word. After a long embrace with his mom, and a tearful handshake with his father, he stepped outside of the gates and took to mounting his horse.

Before he rode off, he heard the magistrate whisper just loud enough to be heard only by him, "The next time you come back, I will have you arrested and executed for your crimes against nature. And I'll make sure your family never knows."

Tor turned his shoulder to glance back at the small man and simply replied, "We'll see." He then struck off ease for the province of Zephyr to continue his studies.

Tor Designed Logging Mill

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and thus this RP ends.

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