Enter Terryal: Young Zephyr (Temporary RP)

[Original Hylion]

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>> Storyline and Info <<


>> IC thread <<

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Spoiler

I am opening this RP as to wait for a certain that needs a certain update to begin. That RP has garnered enough interest to believe starting it will not be a tedious effort. aAlthough the long wait for the update may cause many who have shown interest to wander away from the RP, thus I begin to create a temporary RP that will use the same lore and storyline thread but will not majorly be involved in story. This RP will be used to keep those interested here as well as let the RPers have a slight understanding of who they will be RPing with. Hopefully this even garners more attention for the main RP. This RP won't be very story based or action oriented as it is waiting for the main RP that will be. So if you're interested in a little casual RPing while you wait, feel free to join.


Zephyr, the independent city state that resides on the south-western coast. At this time, all the nations were city states, but many of them relied on each other, or partnered with nations that shared the same god. Zephyr was one of the only states that stood on its own feet, as well they lacked a god that they solely worshiped. Religious practice was free in Zephyr, as long as confined to privacy. Zephyr's fame did not come its political stand, but rather the infamous cavalry brigade that served under it, the Djinn Wolves. While the rest of the world is often at war or in shambling states, Zephyr has been able to keep a steady economy and strong army to defend its walls. During these times, Zephyr was the safest place to live on the continent.


While Zephyr is considered quite powerful it is far from most largest, population wise or territorially. They are quite lucky and thankful for their size and their independence. Economically, they are sound as friendships with neighboring city states are quite solid and sound, though there are some states that detest Zephyr for not garnering a main religion or condoning the smaller unwanted religions. Religiously, Zephyr allows any religion to be worshiped, as long as kept in private areas, although Zephyr has a church devout to the graceful goddess Sultra, and a cathedral under Cosmos the goddess of Order. While the civilians of Zephyr have varied religious belief, a majority serve under Cosmos or Sultra.


Zephyr is quite close to the coast, and have prominently sized dock that leads out to the ocean. While it is rare to have contact with the other main continent or isles, on occasion there is a foreign ship at their docks. Due to that, Zephyr is not unknown to have residents with extremely foreign accents. Along with the people, the foreign goods give Zephyr a large amount of wealth being as they are one of the closest docks to the West. While Zephyr's currency is focused mainly on talons, it also expands onto the coin to meet with standards of trade. Thanks to their diverse trade, many of the residents of Zephyr reside in the middle or higher class while there are near to no people left in the lower classes.


Zephyr is not overly advanced, but they stay to date with the times and usually keep the main parts of he city up to date. They have basic plumbing, strong houses, dependable walls, and gorgeous structures. Zephyr consists of a main city which is kept up to date and well defensible which also holds the church and cathedral, while the rolling plains to the East are scattered with smaller towns that mainly consist of middle class artisans and lower class farmers. Both the city and the plain towns have a strong guard force, mainly manned by the Djinn Wolves, while the law/Djinn Wolves are the most respected men and women of Zephyr, they are relatively kind, commonly gruff and boastful but kind. Zephyr is run as a monarchy, the Duke who is a very benevolent ruler, but is known for a slight greed. Taxes fluctuate, but are kept low.


The Rules of Zephyr (The actual Rules)

1. Respect each other in here, your characters can be mean as you please
   
2. No godmodding, autoing, yada yada, you know this stuff
   
3. Follow the RPn rules
   
4. Please keep in the lore, you may choose whatever race you can work into the lore, although the main two races would be hume and diuris, any other races that would be playable have to work within the lore (Golems, possessed, etc.). Gods are off limits to everyone except a select few of mine.
   
5. Must be approved by me or Silver Lion Coalition before entering the actual Role play
   
6. Keep combat on the low, as this will not be combat oriented. having brawls with people are fine, as long as you aren't slitting throats. By the way, OC killing is not allowed unless authorized.
   
7. Try to keep post's minimums at one paragraph, any smaller and you will be contacted.
   
8. This is the OOC, any out of character conversations should be done here(not a strict rule)
   
9. Please keep your character within Zephyr
   
10. This doesn't have to be your final character, this is only a temporary RP, so feel free to make a expendable character.
    
11. I am god, my word is final, unless a staff member appears of course.
    

Character Skeleton/Application/whatever you want to call these

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

• 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)
• Male or female, in between
• Northern Deadlands, Southern Mainland, Western isles(must have a welsh/irish accent), Zephyr, etc.
• ex. 11ft 3lbs
• Picture or description, or both
• This is what other characters will know about your character, this should be the place for you to write about your character without any spoilers of any possibly plot points you have planned.
• This should be your complete and full bio, with spoilers
• Whatever you want

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[tabs][tab=Name]Your character's name[/tab]
[tab=Age]This can be what your character appears to be or you can say how many cycles(years) old your character is[/tab]
[tab=Race]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)[/tab]
[tab=Gender]Male or female, in between[/tab]
[tab=Area of Origin]Northern Deadlands, Southern Mainland, Western isles(must have a welsh/irish accent), Zephyr, etc. [/tab]
[tab=Weight/Height]ex. 11ft 3lbs[/tab]
[tab=Appearance]Picture or description, or both[/tab]
[tab=Known History]This is what other characters will know about your character, this should be the place for you to write about your character without any spoilers of any possibly plot points you have planned.[/tab]
[tab=Full Bio]This should be your complete and full bio, with spoilers[/tab]
[tab=Extra]Whatever you want[/tab][/tabs]

Accepted OCs


Hylion - Rige Airs


Noah - Noah Caster


Silver Lion - Soren Rallen


WanderingTyrant - Tooth-In-The-Sea


Cressy - Troy Walker


Little sister - Ayesha Muir


Sol of Hastag - Yurt, The Silent Trader


EliCarter - Mhara Sarcina


Humor - Leo blatz


May - Kayetta Valteri


Haley - Faelyn


Sylvan - Zevran and Silver


Erica - Aesriel


Evangeline - Vaya


Aradom - Tor Drasal

 

[Original Hylion]

Under construction

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

• Rige Airs
• Forty eight cycles old
• Hume
• Male
• Zephyr
• 6'1 178lbs
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• The Alpha of the Djinn Wolves. He is the highest rank a member of the Djinn Wolves cavalry group could ever hope to achieve or be considered. Rige is known for what he is, the leader of the infamous wolf pack, the righteous sword of Zephyr, the brave and honorable man that stands for the people. Rige started the Djinn Wolves as a small mercenary ban that was aimed only to serve the highest bidder. The Wolves had a hard start off as they lost more numbers than they could fill, although they ended getting a good flow of money. Rige took the Wolves back to Zephyr as that was his birthplace, there he situated a deal with the Duke of Zephyr. If the Duke would give regular payment to the Wolves, the mercenary group would swear to keep Zephyr independent of other nations or gods. Thanks to the deal, the Wolves have garner large amounts of recruitment from the civilians of Zephyr and have become the main military force of Zephyr. The Djinn Wolves have ever increased their status, numbers, and equipment since then, becoming a well recognized, revered, and formidable military force, though they no longer venture out of Zephyr territory. Rige owns a large estate in which he married Musa, a wind mage. There he had two daughters, one who had left for the magic college and one that was submitted to the church for monk life. Rige had suddenly been seen leading and caring for a young boy that appeared once Rige's younger daughter left, and would assumedly be the same age as her. While it was unknown if the boy was his, many rumors quickly arose, until it was finally cleared that the boy was adopted, around this time the boy had reached the age of a teen. Rige could not be around for a majority of the time when the boy was very young, but did his best to teach the boy the way of the Wolves when he had chances to do so. The boy is now a man and recently left Zephyr to explore the world and to help his sister with the pilgrimage. Now and days, the old veteran is bored out of his mind.
• Rige was born to two well off nobles in Zephyr. If enough people died in the royal family, Rige could have been Duke of zephyr, but Rige had decided against it. He left his royal heritage to being a mercenary group, the Djinn Wolves, of which he had planned to have raid the diuris tribes to garner respect. Before he could even get to the forests where a majority of the diuris resided, he was taking on too many recruits, he could not pay their wages. He joined a battle that would not easily be won, simply to dwindle his numbers. While Rige gained massive earnings, he wasn't sure if he could do much good against the diuris, so he pulled his forces back to Zephyr. There he threatened the Duke and forced him into submission. The Djinns Wolves were allowed free reign over Zephyr, as long as they allowed the royal heritage to continue.
  
  
  Rige is not a religious man, but he was devout to Cosmos. When he heard a cult that resided under Zephyr, he authorized and joined in a raid to clear all out. The battle was somewhat vicious, and almost seemed to be a loss, but with much surprise, Rige was victorious and had no casualties. That night, on the way back to Zephyr, Rige found a young baby boy. He had just given up his young daughter to the church, he was weak to have a child that he could raise. He took the baby with him, kept him a secret for a time. He wanted to raise the child, but he soon could not as work called him to the line. When he could, he taught the boy how to lead the Wolves, but admittedly drove the boy away from becoming a Wolf. He somewhat convinced the boy to want the dream that Rige once had. When the boy left as a man, Rige became incredibly lonely.
• He is still quite fit and looks younger than he is.

 

[Noah]

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

• Noah Caster
• 14
• Hume
• Male
• Northern Deadlands
• 5 foot 6ish. Weighs 140 pounds
• Medium brown hair with dark green eyes. He constantly has a look of seriousness on his face. He wears Dark Green robes with gold trim and leather gloves. He isn't buff and not scrawny. His skin is a fair, not white but not tanned.
• Noah is the son of a Saint and is very devoted to learning zazrak magic. He is very adept at it and is a very young priest. Noah has gone to some temples and quickly learned under other Saints. His mother passed away from a mysterious flesh eating like disease that his father couldn't cure in time. Noah often keeps to himself and appears to be an unfeeling person. Because he sometimes disappears Noah seems kind of shady.
• Noah constantly tries hard and pushes his limits to bring pride to his family and especially his father. He normally chooses to do things himself and rarely asks for help from others. He secretly is kind and seeks to uses his magic to heal others. Noah is extremely devoted to magic and would go to drastic means to improve.
• Noah has a high tolerance to pain. He has good control over his body. If he blushes, he can quickly change it. If you manage to embarrass him, his cheeks will flash red then back to normal and he puts on his hood to hide his face.

 

[Original Hylion]

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

• Noah Caster
• 14
• Hume
• Male
• Northern Deadlands
• 5 foot 6ish. Weighs 140 pounds
• Medium brown hair with dark green eyes. He constantly has a look of seriousness on his face. He wears Dark Green robes with gold trim and leather gloves. He isn't buff and not scrawny. His skin is a fair, not white but not tanned.
• Noah is the son of a Saint and is very devoted to learning zazrak magic. He is very adept at it and is a very young priest. Noah has gone to some temples and quickly learned under other Saints. His mother passed away from a mysterious flesh eating like disease that his father couldn't cure in time. Noah often keeps to himself and appears to be an unfeeling person. Because he sometimes disappears Noah seems kind of shady.
• Noah constantly tries hard and pushes his limits to bring pride to his family and especially his father. He normally chooses to do things himself and rarely asks for help from others. He secretly is kind and seeks to uses his magic to heal others. Noah is extremely devoted to magic and would go to drastic means to improve.
• Noah has a high tolerance to pain. He has good control over his body. If he blushes, he can quickly change it. If you manage to embarrass him, his cheeks will flash red then back to normal and he puts on his hood to hide his face.

That works just fine, accepted. I feel like i recognize your character from somewhere haha 

may i join, please? I'm making a skeleton in a bit. I'm on my iPad and I'd like to use my laptop. 

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

• Emma Stone
• 18
• Hume
• Female
• Southern Mainland
• 110 lbs, 5"2"
• 
  
  
  
  Emma has long, burgandy hair with olive toned skin and rich fuchsia eyes.
• Emma has little to no clue about her history, for she suffered from terrible amnesia a year back. Though it seems to be a common human thing, no one is quite sure how she got it. Some of her neighbors from her old home send her letters with information and photos, so she's learning little by little.
• Emma was born in a Zephyr cathedral to a very poor Hume. She was constantly coming down with strange illnesses that no one could seem to heal, they would come and go. She lived very miserably up until a year ago. The illness she came down with was terrible, it immobilized her and and gave her wild hallucinations, not to mention the occasional moment of death. At one point, she was dead for an entire 30 minutes. Everyone was in shock when she came back, but she only knew her name and a few other recent details. The illnesses have stopped coming since then.
• yoooooooo!

Yesh, this is fine, thanks for joining! Accepted. You're app does scare me slightly, just remember that this is based in medievalish era 

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

• Audrey Saddler
• 17
• Hume
• Female
• Unknown (Excommunicated from family, has wandered the land aimlessly since)
• (See linked character sheet in "Extra")
• (See linked character sheet in "Extra")
• (See linked character sheet in "Extra")
• (See linked character sheet in "Extra")
• Character sheet: www.rpnation.com/index.php?showcase/audrey-saddler.409

I hope filling my skeleton with "see linked character sheet" is acceptable, I spent an entire day on this basic info already. :tongue:


As we discussed, the section about magic can be tweaked accordingly as mechanics behind the setting's magic is posted.

haha, while it would be nice to do things that way, I'll have to ask that you at least copy paste your character's required areas on to the application, sorry. I'd just like it that way as to make it easier on everyone.

 

[Original Hylion]

But don't the signups only pertain to you? That seems like a lot of wasted effort, but okay, I'll copy and paste the information I've already provided if that's what you want.

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

• Audrey Saddler
• 17
• Hume
• Female
• Unknown (Excommunicated from family, has wandered the land aimlessly since)
• 5'3" (weight unknown, I don't know what girls are supposed to weigh. she's skinny?)
• 
• Not much is known by many about her, as she is something of a wanderer. It's said she's related to an influential family somewhere.
• Audrey was born into the Saddler family, a wealthy clan of nobles, famed for their talent in the fine arts. When it was discovered that she had an aptitude for magic at a very young age, her father sent her off to train this gift with a renowned but eccentric tutor to foster this gift. Despite her youth, her family, believing themselves to be a superior breed that is capable of anything. Tragically, it was this shortsightedness that begat a terrible misfortune upon the young Saddler.
  
  
  The tutor's teaching methods were incredibly strenuous, especially on one so young, and though she showed signs of brilliance in a few specific arts, her grasp on other disciplines were lacking. Outraged that his own daughter was anything less than perfect, her father paid the tutor to employ a cruel and unusual training method... They would attempt to use magic to re-write her mind entirely and effectively rewrite her as a person more apt in all forms of magic. This was an incredibly risky procedure, and it was one that she would not emerge from unscathed.
  
  
  Left a husk of her former self, the once highly intelligent young one grew dull, her learning potential utterly stunted, making further tutelage nigh impossible. Learning this, she was sent to the opposite ends of the country with naught but the clothes on her back, effectively estranging her and cutting all familial ties. Left alone and abandoned, she took refuge in a backwater village. Without any direction, Audrey was forced to do what she could for whatever coin or scraps of food she could.
  
  
  Not all was lost, however, and as she came of age, she began to recall flashes of her previous life. Her magical aptitude in the arts she had shown promise in would steadily return to her, and eventually surpass it's previous levels. Though she was still lacking and nowhere near the lofty peaks of potential that had been expected of her, she had grown extremely skilled in her niche, using her restorative magic to aid the injured and cure the sick.
  
  
  Soon however, as all young ones that come of age, she sought more, something greater in life... And what she lacked in direction she more than made up for in drive. And so she set out to find her place in the world, using her skills to survive wherever it was her own two feet would bring her.
  
  
  
• Character sheet: www.rpnation.com/index.php?showcase/audrey-saddler.409

That's perfect, thank you for complying! Accepted

 

[Silver Lion Coalition]

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

• Soren Rallen
• 26 cycles old
• Hume
• Male
• Southern Mainland
• 5'11" 176 lbs
• Short, dark brown hair with hazel eyes. His usually somber face has a thin mouth and a small,flat nose. He can usually be seen wearing a white belted tunic with black pants as well as leather gloves and boots. He has tanned skin and a strong, though not large, body. He also has burn scars on his left arm.
• Soren is one of the refugees seeking safety after a diuris attack, during which his home was burned down. He is willing to do whatever is needed to get help in getting his life back in order, though now he holds a deep and personal resentment towards the diuris.
• Soren had originally been in one of the militias during the early battles against the diuris. During a fight against a particularly large group of diuris, however, he deserted and, learning that the militia somehow managed to fight the diuris off, moved to a new town to begin a new life where no one would recognize him. When the diuris attacked this town, he burned down his farmhouse once several of them broke into it and killed his farmhands. He then made his way to Zephyr after hearing that it was one of the safest city-states in the region.
• Well this took longer than I expected it to.

 

[Original Hylion]

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@Noah


The IC is up, btw

 

[Original Hylion]

[QUOTE="desuu]

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

• 18 cycles old
• Hybridia
• Female
• The Isles
• 5"8, 80 lbs
• View attachment 20494
• Nala lost her in a fire. Somebody set her house on fire in the middle of the night. She has been living alone for most of her life.
• Nala lost her parents in a fire. Luckily getting out alive with nothing more then a scratch. She has been living alone her whole life, moving from town to town, trying to find a place she can call home once again. Over the years she has found out how to fight, survive, and live.
• Is handy with a sword.

[/QUOTE]
Just make sure you can keep a post minimum of a paragraph ^.^ 


[QUOTE="desuu]

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

• 18 cycles old
• Hybridia
• Female
• The Isles
• 5"8, 80 lbs
• View attachment 20494
• Nala lost her in a fire. Somebody set her house on fire in the middle of the night. She has been living alone for most of her life.
• Nala lost her parents in a fire. Luckily getting out alive with nothing more then a scratch. She has been living alone her whole life, moving from town to town, trying to find a place she can call home once again. Over the years she has found out how to fight, survive, and live.
• Is handy with a sword.

[/QUOTE]
Also, you forgot to put her name in there too

 

[Original Hylion]

[QUOTE="desuu]

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

• Nala Night
• 18 cycles old
• Hyberdia
• Female
• The Isles
• 5"9, 80 lbs
• Nala lost her in a fire. Somebody set her house on fire in the middle of the night. She has been living alone for most of her life.
• Nala lost her parents in a fire. Luckily getting out alive with nothing more then a scratch. She has been living alone her whole life, moving from town to town, trying to find a place she can call home once again. Over the years she has found out how to fight, survive, and live.
• She is handy with a sword

[/QUOTE]
Okies dokes ^.^

 

[WanderingTyrant]

@Original Hylion


I is Saurian. :3

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

• Tooth-In-The-Sea (Ahtunowhiho:Aditsan in his language, this can be directly translated into 'The One Who Lives Below Listens')
• He does not measure his age through the cycles you calls years. However, he is well over nine thousand moons old. While his race does not measure it years, they measure in weeks, and these weeks are the same amount of time a hume's weeks are, and how many days old he is can be determined from it.
• Saurian (Tlaloc, specifically)
• Male.
• He'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.
• His specific species of Saurian are very large and very robust build. Tooth here happens to be 8'1 and weighs in at well over seven hundred pounds.
• 
  
  
  
  (Young Tlaloc warrior seeks advice from Tlaloc elders)
  
  
  His species is very much like that of a crocodile, they are very large and have a powerful tail that is as long as they are tall. They have very thick and powerful hind legs that allow them to stand upright and have a pair of arms that are the same length as their legs with the same thickness. Their species forearms tend to be thicker than their biceps and slightly longer. They have four fingers, three normal and a thumb which are tipped with large four inch claws. They also have five toes with tend to have claws that are much duller the ones on their fingers. The species also tends to exhibit long and powerful jaws with an underbite to them. Their mouths are lined with about fifty very large and thick interlocking teeth wich fall out and replace themselves as they become dull. His species also has very thick armor plating on it's back, which acts like a biological suit of armor. While it is exceedingly thick, it lacks thickness on the Tlaloc's core area. Because of their size and weight, the Tlalocs are not fast blokes, and tend to stick to the water when they can, as they are much more agile in it than on land. Tooth-In-The-Sea has several battle scars- many arrows protrude from the armor plating on his back. He does not even notice them. Most of the time he will break them off or pluck them out as they come, but if he wants to be intimidating, he does the job well by leaving them in.
  
  
  
• What others know is that Tooth-In-The-Sea is a Saurian in his mid twenties from a chain of far away islands with a very warm climate. What is also known is that Tooth is sailor. He's not a captain, but he is frist mate on the ship he came on, which is how he got to Zephyr. He has many claws and some coin as a trader, and he needs to if he wants to be able to trade with everyone. As unapproachable as he is, the pub he goes to at night has recognized him as someone who respects almost everyone greatly. He tends to bow when he meets a new person as a show of respect, and has so far never interrupted someone to date.
• His species, as agressive looking as they may be, are extremely peaceful creatures who kill only if necessary or for food. Even for claws they kill infrequently, or they farm instead of kill the indigenous population. Tooth-In-The-Sea was born twenty six and a half years ago under a nicely built house (similar but exactly the same as an ancient Chinese house). When he was born his father, who was a very well respected in the village, took him to the sea, as his father was a fisherman to show him the vastness of it. When he was running, he tripped, and one of Tooth-In-The-Sea's teeth broke. His father cast the tooth into the water, and his english name was born. His species, unlike most Saurian, gives live birth to one or two children. He was raised well with a pre determined marriage set up almost immediately after his birth with a female born just after he was. As the two grew up and were married at the age of fifteen, his mate began to take an interest in becoming the next alpha. He decided that he wanted to see more of the world and joined one of his friend's crew on a ship named the Salt Croc, and was part of the crew for two years before becoming first mate of the ship. By this time his mate had become the new alpha (she was quite busy with the elders at the time). He visits his home island for three months every year to visit his mate and check on the village before heading back out to sea as a Saurian of trade. He came to Zephyr to trade and have the ship serviced. They will be there for a while, most of the crew stay on the ship or around the servicing area. Tooth is the only one to venture away so far.[
  
  
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  [tab=Extra]The Tlaloc are very respectful in their ways. Akin to that of ancient Chinese culture. Honor is greatly sought after, and they have invented many things that humans haven't, or have had it for much longer than the hume. Paper, ink and pen, the compass, gunpowder, and alcoholic drinks are some examples of this. They are also extremely stubborn in battle or in wars. They rarely if ever give up and would rather die than abandon battle. Highly honored individuals are assigned protectors to guard them and sometimes they will have the protector drink as bottle of poison as the ultimate test of commitment. While it is similar to Chinese culture, it is also like that of African ones too. Villages are governed by elders who have great deals of experience and an alpha. Both females and males are included equally in the governing process as elders. Music is deeply rooted in their practice of religion with the gods. Those who are instrumentally inclined are held with as much respect and honor as a hardened warrior.

 

[Original Hylion]

I is Saurian. :3

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

• Tooth-In-The-Sea (Ahtunowhiho:Aditsan in his language, this can be directly translated into 'The One Who Lives Below Listens')
• He does not measure his age through the cycles you calls years. However, he is well over nine thousand moons old. While his race does not measure it years, they measure in weeks, and these weeks are the same amount of time a hume's weeks are, and how many days old he is can be determined from it.
• Saurian (Tlaloc, specifically)
• Male.
• He'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.
• His specific species of Saurian are very large and very robust build. Tooth here happens to be 8'1 and weighs in at well over seven hundred pounds.
• 
  
  
  
  (Young Tlaloc warrior seeks advice from Tlaloc elders)
  
  
  His species is very much like that of a crocodile, they are very large and have a powerful tail that is as long as they are tall. They have very thick and powerful hind legs that allow them to stand upright and have a pair of arms that are the same length as their legs with the same thickness. Their species forearms tend to be thicker than their biceps and slightly longer. They have four fingers, three normal and a thumb which are tipped with large four inch claws. They also have five toes with tend to have claws that are much duller the ones on their fingers. The species also tends to exhibit long and powerful jaws with an underbite to them. Their mouths are lined with about fifty very large and thick interlocking teeth wich fall out and replace themselves as they become dull. His species also has very thick armor plating on it's back, which acts like a biological suit of armor. While it is exceedingly thick, it lacks thickness on the Tlaloc's core area. Because of their size and weight, the Tlalocs are not fast blokes, and tend to stick to the water when they can, as they are much more agile in it than on land. Tooth-In-The-Sea has several battle scars- many arrows protrude from the armor plating on his back. He does not even notice them. Most of the time he will break them off or pluck them out as they come, but if he wants to be intimidating, he does the job well by leaving them in.
  
  
  
• What others know is that Tooth-In-The-Sea is a Saurian in his mid twenties from a chain of far away islands with a very warm climate. What is also known is that Tooth is sailor. He's not a captain, but he is frist mate on the ship he came on, which is how he got to Zephyr. He has many claws and some coin as a trader, and he needs to if he wants to be able to trade with everyone. As unapproachable as he is, the pub he goes to at night has recognized him as someone who respects almost everyone greatly. He tends to bow when he meets a new person as a show of respect, and has so far never interrupted someone to date.
• His species, as agressive looking as they may be, are extremely peaceful creatures who kill only if necessary or for food. Even for claws they kill infrequently, or they farm instead of kill the indigenous population. Tooth-In-The-Sea was born twenty six and a half years ago under a nicely built house (similar but exactly the same as an ancient Chinese house). When he was born his father, who was a very well respected in the village, took him to the sea, as his father was a fisherman to show him the vastness of it. When he was running, he tripped, and one of Tooth-In-The-Sea's teeth broke. His father cast the tooth into the water, and his english name was born. His species, unlike most Saurian, gives live birth to one or two children. He was raised well with a pre determined marriage set up almost immediately after his birth with a female born just after he was. As the two grew up and were married at the age of fifteen, his mate began to take an interest in becoming the next alpha. He decided that he wanted to see more of the world and joined one of his friend's crew on a ship named the Salt Croc, and was part of the crew for two years before becoming first mate of the ship. By this time his mate had become the new alpha (she was quite busy with the elders at the time). He visits his home island for three months every year to visit his mate and check on the village before heading back out to sea as a Saurian of trade. He came to Zephyr to trade and have the ship serviced. They will be there for a while, most of the crew stay on the ship or around the servicing area. Tooth is the only one to venture away so far.
• The Tlaloc are very respectful in their ways. Akin to that of ancient Chinese culture. Honor is greatly sought after, and they have invented many things that humans haven't, or have had it for much longer than the hume. Paper, ink and pen, the compass, gunpowder, and alcoholic drinks are some examples of this. They are also extremely stubborn in battle or in wars. They rarely if ever give up and would rather die than abandon battle. Highly honored individuals are assigned protectors to guard them and sometimes they will have the protector drink as bottle of poison as the ultimate test of commitment. While it is similar to Chinese culture, it is also like that of African ones too. Villages are governed by elders who have great deals of experience and an alpha. Both females and males are included equally in the governing process as elders. Music is deeply rooted in their practice of religion with the gods. Those who are instrumentally inclined are held with as much respect and honor as a hardened warrior.

Accepted, but a note on the Extra. The technology level during this time would be set around High Middle Ages/11th century. Paper, ink and quill would be used often. Gunpowder would be called black powder as it isn't used for guns as there are none around at the time, but it would be used for bombs, very primitive prototype canons, and fire arrow launchers, also black powder only becomes useful to those who lack skill in magic, which would mean the Tlaloc are not very knowledgeable in such areas. Also alcoholic beverages have always been around, usually used as ritual or medical purposes in ancient civilization, but now used for everything. Mainly since alcoholic beverages would actually be safer to drink than water. One really useful thing that the Tlaloc would have and the Realm of Gods wouldn't is matches, friction matches. Super useful, as flint and steel is tedious and time consuming.


Nothing wrong with the app, just thought I'd inform you

 

[Croissant]

I'm going to reserve this spot for application 
Since my last one didn't happen ;-; gah screw it ill just post it when I can 
I'm still editing things but here

• ೱNameೱ
• ೱAgeೱ
• ೱRaceೱ
• ೱGenderೱ
• ೱArea of Originೱ
• ೱWeight/Heightೱ
• ೱAppearanceೱ
• ೱKnown Historyೱ
• ೱFull Bioೱ
• ೱExtraೱ

• Troy Walker
• 17
• Hume
• Male
• Zephyr
• 5’6.5 ft 129.7 lbs
• 
• Troy is known as a kind and forgiving boy in his area. He is quiet and polite to others. He was raised by a single mother who almost never left her house. most pitied the poor boy which left the house at a young age and started his life.
• Well most of the known history is true, he is kind and slightly forgiving. He is very quiet around others and was raised by his single mother. Troy had been adopted by a widow at a very young age. The widow had lost her husband while he was drunk and was killed by a knight when he started attacking civilians. She adopted Troy since she had always wanted a child. But Troy reminded her of her husband. She was obsessed with her old husband and never got over his leaving. He mourned and mourned and she started acting odd. She started calling Troy Charles. Her old husband's name, she would come to his room at night and stare at him. Knife at hand, she was going insane and hallucinating. Troy left the house in the middle of the night scared, so many things he did not understand happened in the house. When he returned 3 days later. His mother was gone. At the age of 13 being alone was rough, he got by by delivering and being a messenger for many people. Even bad people. He learned to to steal at a young age and it developed quickly. He is sneaky and knows how to be stealthy, it was a great skill but the guilt grew as he started doing jobs to steal for people. He would wear masks and things to cover his identity. He retired at the age of 16 and has been traveling and hasn’t stolen much since then.
• He has black hair and wears a scarf a lot. He sometimes writes things on his scarf. He carries this:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_08/short-swords-common-01.jpg.0302467ece934d9cf3a336effbcac2b7.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="5574" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_08/short-swords-common-01.jpg.0302467ece934d9cf3a336effbcac2b7.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  sword around, and throwing knives mostly.

 

[Original Hylion]

I'm going to reserve this spot for application 
Since my last one didn't happen ;-; gah screw it ill just post it when I can 
I'm still editing things but here

• ೱNameೱ
• ೱAgeೱ
• ೱRaceೱ
• ೱGenderೱ
• ೱArea of Originೱ
• ೱWeight/Heightೱ
• ೱAppearanceೱ
• ೱKnown Historyೱ
• ೱFull Bioೱ
• ೱExtraೱ

• Troy Walker
• 17
• Hume
• Male
• Zephyr
• 5’6.5 ft 129.7 lbs
• 
• Troy is known as a kind and forgiving boy in his area. He is quiet and polite to others. He was raised by a single mother who almost never left her house. most pitied the poor boy which left the house at a young age and started his life.
• Well most of the known history is true, he is kind and slightly forgiving. He is very quiet around others and was raised by his single mother. Troy had been adopted by a widow at a very young age. The widow had lost her husband while he was drunk and was killed by a knight when he started attacking civilians. She adopted Troy since she had always wanted a child. But Troy reminded her of her husband. She was obsessed with her old husband and never got over his leaving. He mourned and mourned and she started acting odd. She started calling Troy Charles. Her old husband's name, she would come to his room at night and stare at him. Knife at hand, she was going insane and hallucinating. Troy left the house in the middle of the night scared, so many things he did not understand happened in the house. When he returned 3 days later. His mother was gone. At the age of 13 being alone was rough, he got by by delivering and being a messenger for many people. Even bad people. He learned to to steal at a young age and it developed quickly. He is sneaky and knows how to be stealthy, it was a great skill but the guilt grew as he started doing jobs to steal for people. He would wear masks and things to cover his identity. He retired at the age of 16 and has been traveling and hasn’t stolen much since then.
• He has black hair and wears a scarf a lot. He sometimes writes things on his scarf. He carries this:View attachment 22100
  
  
  sword around, and throwing knives mostly.

Accepted

 

[Little Sister]

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

• Ayesha Muir
• appears to be 18
• diuris
• female
• Eastern Mainlands
• 5'6 120 lbs
• <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/57a8be19cb1ac_Elf_(DragonS_Crown)_600_615350.jpg.8a937b103280b6f1edcaaedf09baa305.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="5890" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/57a8be19cb1ac_Elf_(DragonS_Crown)_600_615350.jpg.8a937b103280b6f1edcaaedf09baa305.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
• Ayesha wants to prove to the other Diuris that females don't have to be coddled and are strong as well. She left the safety of her home to find/spy ways to ensure a better lifestyle. She isn't sure if she'll be able to return based on her race's tendency to keep moving to avoid the humes. She uses her cloak to hide her ears.
• Ayesha is the daughter of the middle class faction in her tribe, her mother luckily didn't perish during childbirth while her father is part of the hunters group making sure there was plenty of food. From a young age Ayesha was used to staying put at the camp learning the basics of herbs from her mother. It was till she was older why she was restrained to the camps and not allowed to venture on her own, she felt insulted at being sheltered and protected her whole life. So whenever she had a chance she would practice with one of the spare bows making sure no one sees her. Once she felt her skills were adequate Ayesha announced her plan to the clan elders, she was meet with mixed emotions and shouts. So Ayesha quickly ran away from her tribe, her parents, and ventured into the forest with her bag of basic supplies and her bow and quiver strapped onto her back.
• She obtained her brown cloak when one of the hunter group gave it to her when she was running away. The elders told the group to bring Ayesha back as she is important in ensuring the race survival. The male hunter gave Ayesha the chance to accomplish her goal.

 

[Sol]

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

• Yurt
• 25
• Hume
• Male
• Northern Deadlands
• 5'10, 160lbs.
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  A one armed trader from the North seeking knowledge.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Yurt was born in the inhospitable north. He was raised in a Spartan manner by his warlike parents, from an early age he was trained with the use of a weapon in each hand, the weapon itself did not matter. Yurt was born to clan of wandering nomads who have had direct contact with one of the "new gods" or the "Divus Nati" as some elders would call them. They were told to be the chosen light that would cleanse the North and lay claim to the south. They were spurred on by a belief in a divine edict that caters to their pride. Like Yurt, all the other children were raised to be fighters and were expected to be such. They would go up and down the North throwing themselves against small settlements and generally being raiders living off inhospitable terrain, they made it a point to slaughter the men and women while indoctrinating the children. It is in that practice that Yurt's tribe had not entirely shaken off their humanity.
  
  
  Young Yurt was a zealot among zealots. He exhibited natural combat aptitude as well an unorthodox fighting style which disoriented opponents, His main hand was his left and his off hand was his right. He would go on to prove his zealotry many times over by fighting like a tempest in the name of the new gods. He would show no quarter and expected none. It was due to his actions that his clan was feared throughout the northern reaches of the deadlands, until they were routed by a unified coalition of warlords who had looked to end the force that threatened to tip the power balance caused by the naturally occurring chaos in the north. Those warlords sought to keep the current conflicted way of life instead of having a solidified power, if the divine edict to Yurt's clan was to cleanse the north and pillage the sout, then the divine edict to the other clans was to temporarily unite under one banner to face the threat.
  
  
  Yurt was captured during the final push that routed and scattered his clan. Some leaders were clamoring for his execution, others to assimilate him into their own respective factions. In the end, the gathered tribune had thought to make an example of him and relieve him of his left arm and left for dead among the corpses of his brothers and sisters. The pain of losing his sword arm was amplified when some of the survivors of his clan left him there saying that he was simply forsaken by the new gods and was no longer useful, that would do well to die. It was not long after that a passing caravan had taken him in. He had begun his journey south and ended up being a resident security enforcer of the local elderly proprietor in a town on the fringes of the Northern Deadlands.
  
  
  He would later fall into a short bout of despair before tapping into the once-dormant reserves of determination he possessed, the determination which had seen him through his training. He would not allow his training to go to waste while he could still hold a spear or short sword on his right hand, in the long run what was one arm? Every morning, he would be practicing his right hand in the use of a spear and short sword, he would borrow some of the wares of the merchant for training purposes and even on sentry duty he was honing himself. The way he would train made him look like a one-armed blade dancer of sorts which in turn gathered a crowd to the doorstep of the humble merchant, people would pay to see him dance with his shadow despite only having one arm. He was a spectacle for those who have and yet do not value both their arms.
  
  
  The proprietor, Syracuse, himself would then take Yurt under his wing and provide him with an education on the machinations of trade, hoping to pass the store down to him once Syracuse had passed on to the next life. The austerity of his mentor reminded him of his combat training from the family who had forsaken him 2 years prior. Yurt had been taught the basics of being a critical mind, the basics of thinking for oneself and ability to read and write, Yurt would later find out that he was in fact a fast learner. He would pick up the lessons quickly, but the application of those concepts was all-in-all a difficult task for the former raider.
  
  
  It was a long and arduous process for both of them, but Yurt saw Syracuse as the father he never had yet all children should deserve. Someone who is firm and develops the child's capability to its fullest extent while making sure he does not have the child repeat their own mistakes or his own mistake in the past and also allowing room for the element called "free will." His life under Syracuse was a far cry from the life he spent with his clan raiding up and down the north. In the brief 4 years he had spent with Syracuse he had known much more happiness and satisfaction than the previous 21 years of his life.
  
  
  However, Syracuse would not get his wish of passing down the store to the former raider and Yurt would not receive anymore guidance. A fire had broken out within the town and had razed the store along with Syracuse. The rubble was cleared out and the store was turned into a burial ground for those who had perished in the fire and possibly for those who will die in the future. Yurt was approached by a close friend Syracuse who had given him a letter describing an inheritance should things go south too soon. It had led him to cache which contained another letter and few items.
  
  
  It has been two years since we found you dying by the crossroads, a breathing corpse among a mountain of dead ones. They wanted to leave you be, I said otherwise. I wish that by now you would find that spark once again, you may have been crippled when we found you, you may have been defeated when we found you, but there was a fire burning bright in your eyes. Despite a no doubt crushing defeat, the way you moved carried a sense of purpose and pride as if you never intended to die even though your body looked like it was on the verge of expiring. I intended to nurture that and hopefully see the inferno of your youth blaze a trail in the heavens again. Instead I saw the flame dim, flicker, then grow in brightness rather than size. Was it because of my intervention or did you have that brightness all along my young friend? Only time will tell. I pray these meager gifts would serve you well when I am gone.
  
  
  -Syracuse
  
  
  Held within the cache was a blue robe not unlike Syracuse's purple one, a sword made of flawless craftsmanship, a sack of assorted coins and carved at the bottom of the chest was "Go now and shine as bright as your flame allows you." Since then Yurt had been trying his best to live up to Syracuse's expectation of him, he had engaged in a more involved study of trade as well combat. A friend of Syracuse had told him to journey south to Zephyr and had drawn a map as well as given him a journal which entailed the directions to Zephyr at the back of the cover and several blank pages for Yurt to practice writing as well record his exploits. It was in Zephyr where he would find a way to attain his goal.
  
  
  "Welcome to the city of Zephyr, traveler. What would be your business here?"
  
  
  "Me? Why I'm simply a trader from the north seeking knowledge...and the name is Yurt."
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Gladius passed on by Syracuse from his days a mercenary.
  
  
  

 

[Original Hylion]

[QUOTE="Little Sister]

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

• Ayesha Muir
• appears to be 18
• diuris
• female
• Eastern Mainlands
• 5'6 120 lbs
• View attachment 22693
• Ayesha wants to prove to the other Diuris that females don't have to be coddled and are strong as well. She left the safety of her home to find/spy ways to ensure a better lifestyle. She isn't sure if she'll be able to return based on her race's tendency to keep moving to avoid the humes. She uses her cloak to hide her ears.
• Ayesha is the daughter of the middle class faction in her tribe, her mother luckily didn't perish during childbirth while her father is part of the hunters group making sure there was plenty of food. From a young age Ayesha was used to staying put at the camp learning the basics of herbs from her mother. It was till she was older why she was restrained to the camps and not allowed to venture on her own, she felt insulted at being sheltered and protected her whole life. So whenever she had a chance she would practice with one of the spare bows making sure no one sees her. Once she felt her skills were adequate Ayesha announced her plan to the clan elders, she was meet with mixed emotions and shouts. So Ayesha quickly ran away from her tribe, her parents, and ventured into the forest with her bag of basic supplies and her bow and quiver strapped onto her back.
• She obtained her brown cloak when one of the hunter group gave it to her when she was running away. The elders told the group to bring Ayesha back as she is important in ensuring the race survival. The male hunter gave Ayesha the chance to accomplish her goal.

[/QUOTE]
Wonderful! accepted! If you feel like changing your character or anything let me know! ^o^ 


[QUOTE="Sol The Hastag]

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

• Yurt
• 25
• Hume
• Male
• Northern Deadlands
• 5'10, 160lbs.
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  A one armed trader from the North seeking knowledge.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Yurt was born in the inhospitable north. He was raised in a Spartan manner by his warlike parents, from an early age he was trained with the use of a weapon in each hand, the weapon itself did not matter. Yurt was born to clan of wandering nomads who have had direct contact with one of the "new gods" or the "Divus Nati" as some elders would call them. They were told to be the chosen light that would cleanse the North and lay claim to the south. They were spurred on by a belief in a divine edict that caters to their pride. Like Yurt, all the other children were raised to be fighters and were expected to be such. They would go up and down the North throwing themselves against small settlements and generally being raiders living off inhospitable terrain, they made it a point to slaughter the men and women while indoctrinating the children. It is in that practice that Yurt's tribe had not entirely shaken off their humanity.
  
  
  Young Yurt was a zealot among zealots. He exhibited natural combat aptitude as well an unorthodox fighting style which disoriented opponents, His main hand was his left and his off hand was his right. He would go on to prove his zealotry many times over by fighting like a tempest in the name of the new gods. He would show no quarter and expected none. It was due to his actions that his clan was feared throughout the northern reaches of the deadlands, until they were routed by a unified coalition of warlords who had looked to end the force that threatened to tip the power balance caused by the naturally occurring chaos in the north. Those warlords sought to keep the current conflicted way of life instead of having a solidified power, if the divine edict to Yurt's clan was to cleanse the north and pillage the sout, then the divine edict to the other clans was to temporarily unite under one banner to face the threat.
  
  
  Yurt was captured during the final push that routed and scattered his clan. Some leaders were clamoring for his execution, others to assimilate him into their own respective factions. In the end, the gathered tribune had thought to make an example of him and relieve him of his left arm and left for dead among the corpses of his brothers and sisters. The pain of losing his sword arm was amplified when some of the survivors of his clan left him there saying that he was simply forsaken by the new gods and was no longer useful, that would do well to die. It was not long after that a passing caravan had taken him in. He had begun his journey south and ended up being a resident security enforcer of the local elderly proprietor in a town on the fringes of the Northern Deadlands.
  
  
  He would later fall into a short bout of despair before tapping into the once-dormant reserves of determination he possessed, the determination which had seen him through his training. He would not allow his training to go to waste while he could still hold a spear or short sword on his right hand, in the long run what was one arm? Every morning, he would be practicing his right hand in the use of a spear and short sword, he would borrow some of the wares of the merchant for training purposes and even on sentry duty he was honing himself. The way he would train made him look like a one-armed blade dancer of sorts which in turn gathered a crowd to the doorstep of the humble merchant, people would pay to see him dance with his shadow despite only having one arm. He was a spectacle for those who have and yet do not value both their arms.
  
  
  The proprietor, Syracuse, himself would then take Yurt under his wing and provide him with an education on the machinations of trade, hoping to pass the store down to him once Syracuse had passed on to the next life. The austerity of his mentor reminded him of his combat training from the family who had forsaken him 2 years prior. Yurt had been taught the basics of being a critical mind, the basics of thinking for oneself and ability to read and write, Yurt would later find out that he was in fact a fast learner. He would pick up the lessons quickly, but the application of those concepts was all-in-all a difficult task for the former raider.
  
  
  It was a long and arduous process for both of them, but Yurt saw Syracuse as the father he never had yet all children should deserve. Someone who is firm and develops the child's capability to its fullest extent while making sure he does not have the child repeat their own mistakes or his own mistake in the past and also allowing room for the element called "free will." His life under Syracuse was a far cry from the life he spent with his clan raiding up and down the north. In the brief 4 years he had spent with Syracuse he had known much more happiness and satisfaction than the previous 21 years of his life.
  
  
  However, Syracuse would not get his wish of passing down the store to the former raider and Yurt would not receive anymore guidance. A fire had broken out within the town and had razed the store along with Syracuse. The rubble was cleared out and the store was turned into a burial ground for those who had perished in the fire and possibly for those who will die in the future. Yurt was approached by a close friend Syracuse who had given him a letter describing an inheritance should things go south too soon. It had led him to cache which contained another letter and few items.
  
  
  It has been two years since we found you dying by the crossroads, a breathing corpse among a mountain of dead ones. They wanted to leave you be, I said otherwise. I wish that by now you would find that spark once again, you may have been crippled when we found you, you may have been defeated when we found you, but there was a fire burning bright in your eyes. Despite a no doubt crushing defeat, the way you moved carried a sense of purpose and pride as if you never intended to die even though your body looked like it was on the verge of expiring. I intended to nurture that and hopefully see the inferno of your youth blaze a trail in the heavens again. Instead I saw the flame dim, flicker, then grow in brightness rather than size. Was it because of my intervention or did you have that brightness all along my young friend? Only time will tell. I pray these meager gifts would serve you well when I am gone.
  
  
  -Syracuse
  
  
  Held within the cache was a blue robe not unlike Syracuse's purple one, a sword made of flawless craftsmanship, a sack of assorted coins and carved at the bottom of the chest was "Go now and shine as bright as your flame allows you." Since then Yurt had been trying his best to live up to Syracuse's expectation of him, he had engaged in a more involved study of trade as well combat. A friend of Syracuse had told him to journey south to Zephyr and had drawn a map as well as given him a journal which entailed the directions to Zephyr at the back of the cover and several blank pages for Yurt to practice writing as well record his exploits. It was in Zephyr where he would find a way to attain his goal.
  
  
  "Welcome to the city of Zephyr, traveler. What would be your business here?"
  
  
  "Me? Why I'm simply a trader from the north seeking knowledge...and the name is Yurt."
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Gladius passed on by Syracuse from his days a mercenary.
  
  
  

[/QUOTE]
Beautiful Profile!


Accepted! As i said to everyone else, if you feel like changing anything, just let me know! 
On a side note to both of you, in case you're not sure what's happened in the IC, everyone is hanging out at a tavern called Drunken Breeze.

 

[Humor]

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

• Leophaz "Leo, Blatz" Ubelblatz
• 12 5/6th
• Hume
• Male
• Western Isles
• 5 feet 99 pounds
• <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/Vann.png.aed74758df744262015c63fcb36e5ec6.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="5912" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/Vann.png.aed74758df744262015c63fcb36e5ec6.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
• The Tiny Terror, Using his flamboyant sword play he has ascended to the ranks of fame within the criminal community. A rising star in the underground he is both feared and looked down upon literally and metaphorically.
• Our hero was born into wealthy slave owning family located in the Western Isles. The Ubelblatz name is a well regarded fruit vendor family whose trade spanned far into Zephyr territory. Owning a birth of slaves the Ubelblatz family assigned their young heir his own personal slave. Not understanding the hierarchy of slave ownership he made close friend like bond with the young Mhara, a hybridian slave. One night Leo was fed up with the way of slaves and wanted to make his own name for himself outside of his parents shadow. Leo wants to be like all the other heroes he read about. So he with sword in hand broke Mhara's shackles and set her free... only to bring her along on his heroes journey. His first step to being a hero is the monster trial!
• I'm the Hero of this Story

 

[EliCarter]

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

• Mhara Sarcina
• 13
• Hybridia
• Female
• Western Isles
• 4'11" 88lbs.
• 
  
  
  <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/57a8be1a5ac13_Jem2.jpg.cefa709c6be9571efaf69ac4364fbee3.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="5914" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/57a8be1a5ac13_Jem2.jpg.cefa709c6be9571efaf69ac4364fbee3.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/Jem.jpg.36248b8ee3f7ae7e664468db57ba7640.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="5915" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/Jem.jpg.36248b8ee3f7ae7e664468db57ba7640.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  
• The Pouty Princess;
• Born into the Ubelblatz's plantation, Mhara started life at the very bottom. During her time with her parents her father quietly taught her magic, spoiling her as best he could, teaching her to act meek around her owners and when asked to do tasks, but ingraining a sense of pride in her as well as a strong perchance for filtered magic, something she naturally attuned to. She was assigned to be Blatz's slave, prepared to be treated like dirt she was extremely surprised when he treated her like a person, instead of property. He saw her without the shackles. He eventually freed her and they fleed together to Zephyr to participate in the Hero's Trial. She saw him as her savior and fell head over heels in love with him, because he had "rescued" her from her horrid fate.
• "I'm the wife of Leo, even if he says I'm not... I am"

 

[Original Hylion]

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• Age
• Race
• Gender
• Area of Origin
• Weight/Height
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• Full Bio
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• Mhara Sarcina
• 13
• Hybridia
• Female
• Western Isles
• 4'11" 88lbs.
• 
  
  (Ignore the white haired maaaan.)
• The Pouty Princess;
• Born into the Ubelblatz's plantation, Mhara started life at the very bottom. During her time with her parents her father quietly taught her magic, spoiling her as best he could, teaching her to act meek around her owners and when asked to do tasks, but ingraining a sense of pride in her as well as a strong perchance for filtered magic, something she naturally attuned to. She was assigned to be Blatz's slave, prepared to be treated like dirt she was extremely surprised when he treated her like a person, instead of property. He saw her without the shackles. He eventually freed her and they fleed together to Zephyr to participate in the Hero's Trial. She saw him as her savior and fell head over heels in love with him, because he had "rescued" her from her horrid fate.
• "I'm the wife of Leo, even if he says I'm not... I am"

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• Name
• Age
• Race
• Gender
• Area of Origin
• Weight/Height
• Appearance
• Known History
• Full Bio
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• Leophaz "Leo, Blatz" Ubelblatz
• 12 5/6th
• Hume
• Male
• Western Isles
• 5 feet 99 pounds
• View attachment 22776
• The Tiny Terror, Using his flamboyant sword play he has ascended to the ranks of fame within the criminal community. A rising star in the underground he is both feared and looked down upon literally and metaphorically.
• Our hero was born into wealthy slave owning family located in the Western Isles. The Ubelblatz name is a well regarded fruit vendor family whose trade spanned far into Zephyr territory. Owning a birth of slaves the Ubelblatz family assigned their young heir his own personal slave. Not understanding the hierarchy of slave ownership he made close friend like bond with the young Mara, a hybridian slave. One night Leo was fed up with the way of slaves and wanted to make his own name for himself outside of his parents shadow. Leo wants to be like all the other heroes he read about. So he with sword in hand broke Mara's shackles and set her free... only to bring her along on his heroes journey. His first step to being a hero is the monster trial!
• I'm the Hero of this Story

Acceptedededed

 

[MegaMightyMay]

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

• Kayetta Valteri
• 23 cycles
• Hume
• Female
• Zephyr
• *secret*, 5' 4''
• <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/0000.jpg.dd69fe64d86d2b5d1e07b4fc3a4fbc4a.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="5907" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_09/0000.jpg.dd69fe64d86d2b5d1e07b4fc3a4fbc4a.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
  
  
  Artwork is by the artist Stanley Lau also known as Artgerm on deviantART.
  
  
  At the moment I can't put links in posts yet, but I will link to him as soon as I can to give proper credit.
• She is well known by many disciplinary officers due to her wild and barely restrained actions involving magic. She attends a college of magic that tends to focus on the offensive side of magic. She is an advanced novice there, choosing to focus on the fire element first due to its high risk, but high reward nature. Recently, she has been partnering with a skilled blacksmith to work on refining her control. Her relationship with him is shaky at best, as it seems Kay isn't progressing as smoothly as most would expect.
• Coming from a rich family, Kay grew up well-fed and mildly disciplined, if ever. Because of this, she is quite used to not having to strictly adhere to manners and customs. Her maids find her exhausting to work with as well. Her father is a businessman that travels often, so she is not very close to him. He is fairly cold and stern and it is when Kay is meeting with her father that she becomes quiet and obedient.
  
  
  Her mother is a bit of a pushover and too kind. Kay has taken advantage of this at times when she left the manor in secret to explore outside, but was caught by the security patrol. It was recently that her mother began to fall ill that Kay has become more tame. Despite her flaws, she still cares for her mother. Her mother, though too soft, was not stupid, and also noticed this change in Kay. She loved Kay very much and couldn't bear to let Kay see her slowly wither away. She was never strict enough to properly discipline Kay, but decided to speak to her husband about sending Kay to a prestigious college of Pryvok. Her reasoning is that giving Kay a purpose and something to pursue would be best for her and the future of the family. Her father agreed as well, thinking Kay would never be suitable enough to inherit his business, and the prospect of having a son was not plausible anymore.
  
  
  Since that decision, Kay has been attending college and has reached the level of an intermediate mage. She still visits her mother often, and reports her progress to her father when he is home, which is not often. Kay always dreads her meetings with her father as her progress lately hasn't been spectacular to say the least...
• None yet

 

[Blitzy]

*EDIT*

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

• Brinkmann
• 25
• Hume
• Male
• Northern Deadlands
• 6'1" 170lbs
• 
  
  
  (minus the guitar)
  
  
  
  
• A young man looking for money.
• My name is Brinkmann, I was born in the Northern Deadlands to two "loving parents" who abandoned me at the age of 13. All they left me was a small flask of rum and a bag with a few coins. I was forced to walk for miles upon miles until a con-artist by the name of Case helped me. He traveled with me to the nearest city, and before I knew it, Case was gone and took my small amount of gold along with him. Being dropped off in a city that is completely unknown to you, with not but a single way to earn some food, gives you some prospective on things. Life isn't all about money. It's about vengeance. I found that con-artist years later, with another guy too. They never saw it coming; one was out, then the other, and soon enough they were erased from this mortal plane of existence. I regret it a bit, but then again that's life.
  
  
  So I fled from the guilt, and wound up in the South, and in a not-so-good situation once again. I killed another ole chap. He, in a similar incident as the no good conman, noticed the currency in my pocket and snatched it while I was walking. He was a larger fellow, and I caught up quite easily. I did not regret it this time; he died with a grin on his face, as if this was his dream. Poor lad.
  
  
  Currently I wander the lands in hope for a source of income, and perhaps a place to settle down, a nice girl... the Hume dream and all that. If anyone asks what this is, It's simply a journal on someone who never was.

 

[Original Hylion]

*EDIT*

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

• Brinkmann
• 25
• Hume
• Male
• Northern Deadlands
• 6'1" 170lbs
• 
  
  
  (minus the guitar)
  
  
  
  
• A young man looking for money.
• My name is Brinkmann, I was born in the Northern Deadlands to two "loving parents" who abandoned me at the age of 13. All they left me was a small flask of rum and a bag with a few coins. I was forced to walk for miles upon miles until a con-artist by the name of Case helped me. He traveled with me to the nearest city, and before I knew it, Case was gone and took my small amount of gold along with him. Being dropped off in a city that is completely unknown to you, with not but a single way to earn some food, gives you some prospective on things. Life isn't all about money. It's about vengeance. I found that con-artist years later, with another guy too. They never saw it coming; one was out, then the other, and soon enough they were erased from this mortal plane of existence. I regret it a bit, but then again that's life.
  
  
  So I fled from the guilt, and wound up in the South, and in a not-so-good situation once again. I killed another ole chap. He, in a similar incident as the no good conman, noticed the currency in my pocket and snatched it while I was walking. He was a larger fellow, and I caught up quite easily. I did not regret it this time; he died with a grin on his face, as if this was his dream. Poor lad.
  
  
  Currently I wander the lands in hope for a source of income, and perhaps a place to settle down, a nice girl... the Hume dream and all that. If anyone asks what this is, It's simply a journal on someone who never was.

I don't feel comfortable with your character, there's nothing interesting about it and is unneeded as far as i can read. Look over the other accepted characters and change your character then make changes. 

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

• Kayetta Valteri
• 23 cycles
• Hume
• Female
• Zephyr
• *secret*, 5' 4''
• View attachment 22762
  
  
  Artwork is by the artist Stanley Lau also known as Artgerm on deviantART.
  
  
  At the moment I can't put links in posts yet, but I will link to him as soon as I can to give proper credit.
• She is well known by many disciplinary officers due to her wild and barely restrained actions involving magic. She attends a college of magic that tends to focus on the offensive side of magic. She is an advanced novice there, choosing to focus on the fire element first due to its high risk, but high reward nature. Recently, she has been partnering with a skilled blacksmith to work on refining her control. Her relationship with him is shaky at best, as it seems Kay isn't progressing as smoothly as most would expect.
• Coming from a rich family, Kay grew up well-fed and mildly disciplined, if ever. Because of this, she is quite used to not having to strictly adhere to manners and customs. Her maids find her exhausting to work with as well. Her father is a businessman that travels often, so she is not very close to him. He is fairly cold and stern and it is when Kay is meeting with her father that she becomes quiet and obedient.
  
  
  Her mother is a bit of a pushover and too kind. Kay has taken advantage of this at times when she left the manor in secret to explore outside, but was caught by the security patrol. It was recently that her mother began to fall ill that Kay has become more tame. Despite her flaws, she still cares for her mother. Her mother, though too soft, was not stupid, and also noticed this change in Kay. She loved Kay very much and couldn't bear to let Kay see her slowly wither away. She was never strict enough to properly discipline Kay, but decided to speak to her husband about sending Kay to a prestigious college of Pryvok. Her reasoning is that giving Kay a purpose and something to pursue would be best for her and the future of the family. Her father agreed as well, thinking Kay would never be suitable enough to inherit his business, and the prospect of having a son was not plausible anymore.
  
  
  Since that decision, Kay has been attending college and has reached the level of an intermediate mage. She still visits her mother often, and reports her progress to her father when he is home, which is not often. Kay always dreads her meetings with her father as her progress lately hasn't been spectacular to say the least...
• None yet

Accepted. Be sure that you can post more than a paragraph ^.^ 
I'll be closing the RP now. If anyone wishes to join then the requirements will be higher.

 

[Koleinblue]

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

• Shino Kayeisa
• 37 cycles, but appears 20
• Diuris
• Female
• Southern Mainland
• 5'7 125lbs
• 
• Shino spent most of her life among her tribe. Five cycles back she had a miscarriage. Afterwards, she left her tribe and her then husband. She is still very weakened and hopes to find help to heal in Zephyr.
• Shino had hated her husband and her unborn child. She had been forced to marry him to further her families standing in her tribe. Secretly she had hoped that her child would die. When it did, she nearly died with it. Even now, her soul is dying. Everyday her body grows weaker and her soul a bit dimer. She knows that no one can save her. All she wants is to live. Shino is building a golem out of clay and her blood, hair and flesh. She hopes that this will save her, that her soul will transfer to it when her body dies. She knows very little about magic, but met someone on her way to Zephyr. She traveled with him for a time and he taught her how to do it. The man felt that she was much like him and he pitied her fate.
• I am planning to continue this character in the Terryal rp once it is started. When it begins, she is already a golem. She dies during this one.

 

[Haley]

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

• Faelyn
• 20
• hume
• female
• Zephyr
• 5'8, 130 lbs.
• 
• Faelyn has lived in the Cloud Nine in Zepher ever since she was 17 when her family sold her to the brothel's owner. No one knows why she was sold and most people don't care, it isn't uncommon for young women to be sold to brothel's by their family for something as simple as a few pieces of gold or a goat.
• Faelyn was born in the rich agricultural part of Zepher. Her family was poor and her mother could only bare daughters. Her father attempted to gain the livelihood by himself from farming but, despite the rich soil he couldn't get a single damn thing to grow so when the time came down to starve or cut one of the mouths to fee loose, Faelyn, being the eldest and prettiest of her siblings, was the first to be sold. She was heartbroken and of coarse, felt betrayed and unloved by her family but, has since made a new family with the other girls at Cloud Nine. Her past family hasn't spoken to her since and she has no idea if they're even alive.
• She's a damn good who.re.

 

[Original Hylion]

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

• Faelyn
• 20
• hume
• female
• Zephyr
• 5'8, 130 lbs.
• 
• Faelyn has lived in the Cloud Nine in Zepher ever since she was 17 when her family sold her to the brothel's owner. No one knows why she was sold and most people don't care, it isn't uncommon for young women to be sold to brothel's by their family for something as simple as a few pieces of gold or a goat.
• Faelyn was born in the rich agricultural part of Zepher. Her family was poor and her mother could only bare daughters. Her father attempted to gain the livelihood by himself from farming but, despite the rich soil he couldn't get a single damn thing to grow so when the time came down to starve or cut one of the mouths to fee loose, Faelyn, being the eldest and prettiest of her siblings, was the first to be sold. She was heartbroken and of coarse, felt betrayed and unloved by her family but, has since made a new family with the other girls at Cloud Nine. Her past family hasn't spoken to her since and she has no idea if they're even alive.
• She's a damn good whore.

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