Fantasy Heroes of Enreon Guild Applications

[PavellumPendulum]

The tattered papers remain on the doors of the small community of Hono, having spread all over Enreon through word of mouth. Madora Ezos deems it propaganda, Ardethe dubs them a waste of time, Porrillan-Havea claim they are false prophets... And yet the guild persists.

OOC | RP | LORE​

Application forms are slightly crinkled, kept in coarse bags handed out to the locals for potential recruits.

Rules:
- For now, there is a limit of 3 characters per person.
- People of power can be made (though their reason for joining must make sense), but you have to run it by me first.
- Characters outside of the guild can be made but you must give them a reason to be with the guild.

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Current Members:
Talen-Jei
Clementine Anatheon
Nemmeth
Raith
Altsuri Ardtinv'er-Yei Zsuikaloellum of Saint Loelle
Cassia Kamen
Oitho Desdemona Kokani Daryaloellum of Saint Loelle
Salix-Caprea​

 

[PavellumPendulum]

Name: Talen-Jei

Race & Nationality: Elf / Haerith

Age: 20

Occupation: Former cook at an inn in Hono, now currently the makeshift leader of the Heroes of Enreon

Appearance: Standing at 5’11’’, Talen-Jei is lithe and willowy. He is lightly muscled, with sharper ridges along his collarbone and biceps, mostly due to his use of his bow. His face seems to be rid of any harsh edges, dipping into a pointed chin and softened features. He is fair skinned, with thin lips and a pointed nose. His eyes are rounded and framed by heavy lashes, the irises being a pale silverish grey of sorts. Intricate lining across his forehead and cheeks in brown denote his loyalty to his clan and god ancestor, Deje. They stop at this lower cheeks, though there are more across his back in long strokes of brown. His hair is straight and often wind blown, with long bangs and tapered layers that reach the base of his neck. They fall over his forehead and long tipped ears, in silver locks, with a faint hint of blue. His hands are calloused from his work, and marked with more ink in the words on his left one, “Write the future.” in Laike-Ten.
His narrow shoulders lead into an equally as thin chest and a slim waist. He is commonly wearing a white short sleeved shirt, covered mostly by a leather combat harness latched around his shoulders and chest. It holds his quiver to his back, alongside a sheath to latch his bow to when it is not in use. A scarf is tied around his waist, hiding the belt attached to his harness, covering the top of his black pants, that hug his legs until the reach his boots. He has a glove on his right hand and a small satchel attached to his belt on his waist.

Personality: Talen-Jei is serious, quiet and a worrywart. His concerns for the world outdate his birth: he was probably worrying in the womb. He’s cautious and patient, always wanting the best outcome and willing to both work and wait for it. His mother always told him he had too much love to give. Which is true. If there is anything Talen-Jei is not, it is self-absorbed. He’s alarmingly self-sacrificial when it comes to his own needs. In order to relax, he often tries to find solitude in nature, as crowds don’t really suit him well. Being the center of attention does little other than make him nervous, making him perhaps not the most suitable candidate to lead. He loves to cook and has quite a knack for it, making it something he prides himself on. Going on an adventure is just an excuse to harvest some nice herbs and stuff, right?
He’s afraid of fire and despises destructive behaviour, two things that actually make him hostile towards others (as hostile as he can get, seeing how soft-spoken he is, pfft). He’s religious and a bit of a preacher when it comes to respecting the gods, much to other’s chagrin when they are less inclined to do so.

Bio: Talen-Jei does not remember a Haerith without a Madoran presence. Though their occupation of Haerith only officially began a few years ago, Madora Ezos has always been a large part of Haerith’s battered history of being Saint Loelle’s sister punching bag. His elven parents had moved to Haerith from their island within Reseruzan territory in order to set up an inn in Hono. The charity case of the citizens both inspired and infuriated his now well-to-do parents who’d come from humble upbringings, which meant to his mother that a rebellion was in store. Whilst Talen-Jei finished his schooling and took up his cooking job at the inn at the age of 15, his mother sought justice. His parents founded the Guild in the basement of their inn, and though it initially was considered a joke, the rising power of the Madorans drove people to join, especially as their family members were abducted. Word of the guild got around to even the Madorans though, and what else were they to do other than abduct her? Talen-Jei’s father died during the attack, and though he doesn’t know the current status of his mother, he believes she’s still alive, but suffering under the torture of the Madorans. Since then, he’s been the de facto leader of the guild.

Extra:

• Talen-Jei speaks Laike-Ten, Loe and Bels-Petri fluently. He also knows small bits of Ancient Tsorani.
  
  
• The bow Talen-Jei carries is his mother’s, dropped when she was abducted.

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Spoiler: raith concept art

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Name: Raith

Race & Nationality: Madoran / Madora Ezos

Age: 31

Occupation: Former Una concubine of Xiekoah

Appearance: Standing at 6’4’’, Raith was considered more of a twerp amongst his fellow kin than a rival. He was the least respected of Xiekoah’s concubines, and it shows. Thick scars line his sides and his thighs, in a heavy hue of grey, colliding with his black spatters of freckles across his body. The black concentrates heavily on his shoulders, his lower legs and his back, though there are a few dabbed across his cheek, as if black paint had been smeared along his skin. His nose is slightly crooked, though dainty, regal and pointed, set upon an oval face that curve from harsher cheekbones into a soft chin and pouty lips. His eyes are slanted downwards, narrow, pointed and deep set, giving him a resting bitch face of sorts during his less jovial moments. His irises are black, fading into a thick, dark blue rim. He’s lean, without any sharp mass, with flexing muscles under paper skin and graceful sways of his hips. His hair is black, wavy and unkempt when let loose, falling to his lower back. However, it’s usually pulled into a dense braid, with his bangs pulled across his forehead behind one of his ears. The backs of his wrists have dark imprints of the Una brand upon them, though he normally covers them up with more fabric bandages, tied tightly until his wrists.
Typically, he is wearing a deep purple blouse with golden lining, cut up and tied to his his chest with fabric bandages, exposing his stomach and hips all the way down to his upper pelvic bone. His grey pants are tightened near the ankles with golden fabric, concealing most of his brown, tied up boots. Both his ears are pierced with shining gems from the shell to the lobe, alongside a loose locket he keeps around his neck, tucked into his blouse for safekeeping. He has two sheathes at his sides for twin daggers, which are ornate blades with gems embedded into the handle.

Personality: Sarcastic and more than happy to push a button or two, Raith is someone who doesn’t take people’s shit. He’s easily annoyed, with a short temper that gets him into trouble. Pity makes him nauseous and he’s the type to want to win on his own terms or not win at all. He’s stubborn and unwilling to let people trample him, which definitely lines up with his inability to stop threatening everyone instantly with fisticuffs. He’s vain and materialistic, definitely not the generous type. He loves to compliment himself mid-sentence whilst carrying onto his point without much transition, which is probably a bit obnoxious if anything. Having lived quite a posh life, he considers his standard of living to be quite high. He’s a glutton and always looking to profit. He has a kinder streak, though he’s unwilling to admit it, as he seems to relate to the underdog. He can be oddly motherly, and even though his “heart of gold” isn’t quite as pure as one would imagine, the best he can offer is that he cares. Even if it seems like he can’t take anything seriously, he does believe in the Guild’s cause.
Raith is flirtatious and struggles to develop relationships that bud past physical attraction or rivalry. He considers sex to be his best selling point, thus he tends to think that all relationships must lead there, or the other person just hates him. Of course, this inexperience merely leads him into drawing false conclusions.

Bio: Raith’s Yisra parents are probably rolling in their graves, if they’re alive. They’ve no doubt been punished for their creation of a lesser child. Raith was born to two Yisra parents, and was consequently trained to continue as a Yisra. The only problem was that he had no talent for it. Madoran fighting required no careful skills: it was all brawn and intimidation. Raith wasn’t programmed that way. Fighting, to him, was based on stealth and quicker hits rather than heavy armor and two handed spinning. Which of course, meant nothing during his reassessment. Branded into the Una caste due to his refined features and body unsuited for physical labour, so began his life of selling himself, at the tender age of 13. Being a consort wasn’t too difficult and offered great rewards, such as large tips and being showered with gifts by various suitors. The lack of respect was shown with seemingly endless beatings for his client’s pleasure, but Raith had accepted this as a fact of life at that point.
It was at the age of 20 that he caught Xiekoah’s eye. They plucked him out of his brothel and brought him into a life of luxury he’d never known, much to his glee and the envy of his fellow Una. He was short and a new-comer, making him an easy target amongst the other concubines, who would rather kill him than share the benefits of living with their Xie. Though Xiekoah was kind, they did seem to gain some sort of sick pleasure from watching their Una fight over them, so any attempts at justice got Raith nothing more than a special lash from his Xie. He was oddly attached to Xiekoah though, in love with him for finding beauty in him and stealing him away from the streets, but fearful of his whips and knives.
His final night with Xiekoah leaves him with nothing but a bitter taste in his mouth, though. Engaged in their normal, nightly worship of their Xie’s body, one of his fellow concubines had decided to make his life hell, sparking a fight that Raith was determined to win. Which he did, but consequently, having accidentally harmed his Xie in the process, he’d been considered a criminal. Now an Exas that escaped his death sentence, he has snuck across the border into Haerith in order to join the guild.

Extra:

• Though Raith is technically genderless, he uses he/him pronouns in languages other than Madoran.
  
  
• Raith cannot speak anything other than Madoran, thus his locket is enchanted and powered by Aurophylite with illusion magic. This magic alters his words to the ears of other people so he can communicate, seeing as most cannot speak Madoran. He’ll probably have a problem when the Aurophylite loses it’s power, though.

 

[Empyrea]

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Name: Clementine Anatheon

Race & Nationality: Mage - Ardethian

Age: 19

Occupation: A member of Heroes of Enreon

Appearance: (the taller girl in the pic) She has amber eyes, auburn hair, a medium complexion, and stands at a height of 5’3”.

Personality: A kind and gentle soul who turned from one who loves the people she held dear with all of her being into someone who slowly came to despise all life and existence, herself included.

Over the long course of time that she avoided forming any sort of attachment to anyone, she learned to suppress her emotions to the point that she can maintain an expressionless facade all the time. She also came to prefer to communicate with others using actions and gestures instead of words. She does speak from time to time, and if necessary, but she would use the fewest number of words possible in that case.

That doesn’t keep her, however, from being playfully teasing from time to time or from expressing her displeasure by hitting the offender’s head and throwing in a few words of insult.

Bio: She was born as the younger of the two siblings in a mage family in Ardethe and had the misfortune of not being as good with magic as her brother was. She was constantly pressured to do better by her parents, and they weren't shy about showing her that her brother was very heavily favored over her due to her failures. After later meeting and befriending an outsider who told her stories about other places, she decided to leave Ardethe and found Nemmeth along the way.

Extra: N/A
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Name: Nemmeth

Race & Nationality: Human - Madoran

Age: 10

Occupation: Former Ithyn, now a member of Heroes of Enreon

Appearance: (the smaller girl in the pic) She has dark brown eyes, mostly black hair (with white streaks in a few places), a fair complexion, and stands at a height of 3’7”.

Personality: She rarely complains about anything and it is also very rare for anything to faze her. She’s mostly expressionless and quiet, but she doesn’t hide the fact that she pays a great deal of attention to what’s going on around her. She mostly keeps her thoughts to herself, so she also respects others’ privacy and personal space. She’s also the type to think all her options through before she acts. When the situation calls for it, however, she is a merciless and ruthless fighter.

Despite that, she still has child-like qualities.

She is very fond of flowers and nicknames people after them on occasion. She often tries to show her affection towards the people she likes. Even though she would never say it, she enjoys others’ company and would often seek it when she feels lonely. She also doesn’t hesitate to show that she likes receiving praise from others. She’s distant and evasive to strangers, though.

Bio: She was told in passing that her parents were abducted by Madorans. Her parents were slaves, so she also served as one. The last one she served wasn't particularly kind--he didn't care that she was a child. Nemmeth tried to endure mostly because with both of her parents dead, she had no other place to go to. When her master accidentally left her a chance to escape, however, she took it without a second thought. The next thing she knew
after hours of running was Clementine nursing her back to health.

Extra: She has a white rabbit-looking stuffed toy that she always carries around.

 

[PavellumPendulum]

Empyrea

both accepted c:

 

[Availex_Reign]

Name: Altsuri Ardtinv'er-Yei Zsuikaloellum, common name - "Arty."

(talk about a mouth-full.) Ardtinv'er-Yei = Arty​

Race & Nationality: Human - Saint Loelle

Age: 25.

Occupation: Former Fisherman, Current - Strong-Arm for the "Heroes of Enreon."

Appearance: For being of the Warrior-type, Arty isn't the ideally "muscular" tank character that usually comes to mind. He is more like a "boulder," per say, as he is a towering being (standing at 6 " feet) with a heavy-set build that, although makes him appear soft and chubby, gives him decent advantages with strength in battle. Although this can be a bluff on my end, his appearance - at first glance - can have a fearful undertone, as not most people have that much "meat on their bones," or such a tall height (exception of those tall elves and dryads, man. tall.) This is mostly thrown off by the childish look of his face, having the cliché chubby cheeks yet having a sharp frame and wide nose. (Arty does have some peach-fuzz near his chin, though. That's an achievement for him besides the subtle amount of chest hair he has.) Arty is very youthful in appearance, and this seems to be a common-running trait in his family. He's quite pale without much sunlight, somehow still retaining a sort of dark complexion, and he has long, curly black hair bound in a style very reminiscent of the corn-roll fashion. A pair of icy, crystal eyes with a set of full eyelashes and lips give a more feminine appearance to Arty's round, yet sharp-jawed face.
His trending style can almost be considered indecent for those who do not enjoy to see shirtless men in nothing but a yellow cape and war skirt.
The light cape he wears is obviously worn and tattered, draping over his left shoulder and trailing down his back into shreds from his whiles of travelling. It carries the color of Zsuika and the insignia of his family's crest (that, whether be an wrong, he created for the love of his fam). Although he is devoid of chest-ware for protection, Arty does wear arm-guards made of metals. His left shoulder is covered in a sort of lacy armor, and the only sort of protection for his right shoulder is a heavy shoulder-plate only in combat. He does, indeed, wear a heavy brown cloth that appears to be a skirt for the appeal of his "rank", and to carry around his two short scimitar. Although, he wears some baggy black pants beneath this to cover what needs never to be shown. Arty actually prefers to walk around bare-foot rather than wear any shoes and, since his exposure to rough terrain, his tough feet eliminate most pain from walking on rocks or pin-needle objects.

Personality: One thing to hit right off the bat - Arty is a sweet, smol lil' special bean. People are his companions, and he often goes out of his way to please people. Keeping a cheery atmosphere was, as he recognized it with many other people, a good way to keep things running smoothly. He does understand that the job he has as a Hero for Enreon is dangerous and, obviously, that not all people are going to treat him with a high-five rather than their swords - yet, he still hasn't given up his faith in seeing people from another way around. He can't exactly read people well, but he knows someone who has true ill intent from someone who's turned around in their ways. His major breaking point would be the small times when he conjures his thoughts to himself and thinks: "Does this war even matter?" - "Why are people fighting?" He is human himself. He cannot escape that mild depression everyone must be feeling during these times... -cries-

Bio - Arty was born on the coastal parts of Saint Loelle, where he grew up with his birthfather, Re'lim, and his two other fathers, Kal'el and Tsoris. Ever since he could remember, Arty never could understand the grasp of education. Having eight family members under one small house was a hectic thing... ever since Arty was just a small child, he never could understand the basic grasp of education like his brother, Norotolos, and his half-brothers, Krim'el and Alcoes. Whilst they mastered the concept of time and mathematics, Arty mastered the ways of how to properly catch fishes in nets. He had a certain way with words that school couldn't teach. When he reached the age of fifteen, whilst still not passing school, Arty decided that he wanted to go on adventures throughout the world of Enreon to explore its differences. Using the skills he taught himself, Arty became a fisherman who travelled not only all over Saint Loelle, but also Reseruza and Haerith. It was actually during one of his visits to Haerith that he came across some applications for helping a group of vigilantes. Although he had no true reason to join the group, he was quite fond of the idea of helping some of the countries being affected by the war tensions bubbling. He may not have been the brightest lightbulb, but he could see war and anger when it was sitting right in front of them. His smol bean heart just couldn't take it, and he knew he had some strength to provide to the team thus... walaa.

Extra:
this is probably all over the place, so rip. but, I mean, I can always make a re-edited post, so that's fun. wooo. rp is fun. Arty is my boi. You guys are my bois. it's 1:28 AM. goodnite.

 

[PavellumPendulum]

Availex_Reign
accepted !!!! (WELCOME MY BOI TOOK U LONG ENOUGH ILY)

 

[SecretRock]

Name:
Cassia Kamen
Race & Nationality:
Dryad - Reseruza
Age:
22 (Since last "rebirth")
Occupation:
Former gardener, current member of Heroes of Enreon
Appearance:
Cassia looks mostly similar to humans or elves physiology wise. She has slightly pointed ears but has more muscle than elves. She's quite tall as well, just over six feet, with some branches from her head and neck reaching further up above that. Her skin is a pale green that seems smooth from far away but once a person gets close, a bark like texture is visible on it. Cassia's skin feels like bark as well, though maybe not as prominent as on a tree. Along her left leg is a dark burn scar that looks like charred wood.
Her eyes are a deep brown and her hair is a darker green than her skin, like leaves. Her hair looks light but it's actually quite heavy with a slightly waxy feel to it. Her lips and fingernails are the same.
Personality:
Cassia is very calm and relaxed, not panicking often if at all. She always takes time to think things through, trying to come up with the best solution and acting perfectly 'polite' even in the face of threats and violence. She never speaks without thinking. Cassia also holds a grudge very well. As with her patience, she doesn't forget easily and is very willing to hold on to feelings, positive or negative, for a very long time. She's still not likely to act rashly even if she doesn't like someone but that doesn't mean she won't try to get revenge. She's also one to favour preemptive strikes.
Bio:
Cassia came from a tree in Reseruza, not an Elder Tree, just an ordinary one. She was one of several dryads and elementals living in the rainforests around Reseruza, but Cassia became one of the first she regularly interacted with to actually seek out the people living above them. The clairvoyant of the first village she found was ready to welcome her into their fold as several other dryads already had. Cassia accepted and was given her first name.
She was under tutelage from the clairvoyant for a while, not sure of her actual age, but Cassia after a few years. She was given the middle name Kamen and became responsible for keeping the trees from over growing into the village. She felt at home and welcome, but wanted to see more. That was why she left, exploring the rest of the world to see what was out there. Heeding advice, she avoided Ardethe and Madora Ezos. In Haerith she witnessed the destruction the invasion was bringing onto people and got caught in one of the raids herself, barely getting out in time. Her heart was hardened against the Madorians and when she heard about the guild she took the opportunity to work against the invasion.
Extra:
While she cares for all life, Cassia values plants slightly above people.
She's similar to Raith as in she has no gender but uses female pronouns for ease of speaking.

 

[PavellumPendulum]

SecretRock

accepted! Nice work on all the details c:

 

[TyVibes]

Oitho Desdemona Kokani Daryaloellum
- of Saint Leolle

BASICS​

Nickname: Des
Age: 29
Gender: Girl
Race & Nationality: Mage - Loeian
Family: Oitho Kokani Sergine Daryaloellum - of Saint Loelle (Biological Father - Mage - alive but in hiding), Oitho Clarisse Gyuri Daryaloellum - of Saint Loelle (Biological Mother - Mage - alive but in hiding), Oitho Guiomar Kulap Daryaloellum - of Saint Loelle (Father - Elf - alive but in hiding), Oitho Tasia Guiomar Daryaloellum (Younger brother - Mage/ Elf - alive with Porrillann-Havea), Theodosia Cremmentoff (Paternal Grandmother - Mage - deceased), Adolf Cremmentof (Parternal Grandfather - Mage - deceased), Hasdrubal Dumenval (Maternal Grandfather - Mage - alive), Kyriaki Dumenval (Maternal Grandmother - Mage - alive)
Occupation: Former Advisor and guard for members of the Saint Loelle Mage council/ Mole for the Porrillann-Havea, now an Ambassador and ally of the Heroes of Enreon

PERSONALITY​

Desdemona is prideful and vain, often she is very competitive and determined, but this can also have a toll on her body as she often overworks herself to become what she believes is the ideal. When talking to other people she is polite but fake, she only really opens up to her family members and any other close friends (that she doesn't really have). She has a keen interest for the military and magic after serving in Ardethe and family is an important thing for her as well as equality and peace for all nations. She will fight for her beliefs, however, she isn't actually that great of a fighter...Des also considers herself quite religious but doesn't press it upon other people.

APPEARANCE​

Des has naturally pale skin, however, due to the harsh summers of Ardethe it can tan considerably in the summer months. She has long, thick brown hair which she takes care of immensely well and often ties up in intricate hairstyles. She has warm brick-red like eyes and her overall features are soft. She's of average height at 5'5" but is often slightly taller due to her choice in footwear. Des takes particular pride in keeping her body in good shape and looking flawless in her view. Desdemona also has purple markings under her eyes and along her cheeks that carry on to her neck. The markings around her chest and back spiral and mix together to create intricate patterns and designs, marking out significant points in Saint Loelle's history, paying homage to Darya, the god of beauty, art, history and tradition.
Des' normal, everyday outfit consists of her hair being pulled back into a ponytail, decorated with braids and a short fringe, so that her hair doesn't get into her eyes. She wears a standard grey cloth shirt with a navy jacket over it in the summer, a thicker coat in winter. Over the jacket are leather straps, combining together to create a harness where she can store additional aurophylite in pockets across her chest and a sheath for her magic staff. (much of this is white-pink, however she is very proud of her orange staff) She wears tight fitting black pants that have a purple strip of fabric tied around at the top to ensure that they do not move and reveal any skin, a habit that has come from her time living in Ardethe, and to cover the leather strap holding two leather sheaths at her hips containing enchanted daggers in case her staff breaks. Des wear heavy, metal tipped boots on her feet, another habit she has from her time in the military.
Des' staff is 5'2" and is carved out of Willow wood from Sain-Loelle. The aurophylite is embedded into the staff's head and the wood twists around it to lock it into place. The crystal is usually a black colour, resembling coal, however, when magical energy is charged through it, it glows orange. Depending on the strength of the magic depends how intense the glow will be.
Des' daggers are from her last year in higher magic education, where she received them as a graduation gift before she left for her position in Saint Loelle. They are formed out of iron and the handles are marked by wrappings of navy fabric. Des has enchanted them.

BACKGROUND​

Desdemona was born in Saint Loelle to her biological pure-blood mage parents along with her non-biological elven father, with strong arcane blood running through her veins. Her parents knew this, and from an early age, taught her about magic, especially her mage parents as they could teach her what they knew from their time in Ardethe as they had only moved back to the capital of Saint-Loelle about a decade prior. Growing up, she and her brother were taught through their Elven father about Lanneism and were brought up in these beliefs, which she still strongly holds to this day. Many other children and adults, Saint Loeians and Ardethians alike, looked down on their family as they allowed and elf to walk with them as equals, however, her parents remained strong against the criticism and due to the collective belief of harmony within the country, no-one made any explicit complaints or actions against it.
At school Des found academics difficult at first and due to her personality and family relations, she didn't have many friends, but eventually she learned to adapt to the curriculum and started to gain good results, even if they were only average, however, she naturally excelled at magic. After completing her education in Saint Loelle, her parents urged her to continue training magic in Ardethe where they still had family and friends that she could live with. Des moved to Ardethe where she lived with her maternal grandparents and gained a further education in magic. However, her brother decided to go into work.
A side effect of moving to Ardethe led to Des becoming slightly brainwashed and caught up in some of the ardethian propaganda. It widen her view on the world and after completing her education and working for the ardethian military for two years as was required of her, she changed. She saw that instead of being happy smiles like that in Saint Loelle, the world was in trouble. Once completing her magic training in Ardethe she returned to Saint Loelle for a while, working with the Mage's to learn more of what was going on and helping the rebellion in her country.
Once the Porrillann-Havea heard of the Heroes of Enreon in Hearith, they sent a group of people to travel there and make contact, to see if they really were serious about their move. Des, due to her magical skill and knowledge of the Ardethian and Modoran border from her time in the military, was sent with them. That was how she came to become a member of the guild, although not outright telling her new comrades of her other allegiance. Des hopes that the two rebellions will join together and help each other in future.

OTHER​

All Des' parents were born in Saint Loelle, however, her ardethian grandparents moved back to Ardethe after their children finished their education and were deemed adults.

Des is tri-lingual, she can speak Loe, Tsorani, certain military phrases in Modoran and phrases of ancient Tsorani.

Des has a major in Illusions and Conjurations. She can perform these on herself or other being or objects. Depending on how complex the illusion is, depends on how many people or objects she can perform it on at once. Des also minors in weapon enchantment, she can cast an array of minor enchantments on small weapons without the aid of a text, however, she does have the ability to perform more complex enchantments, but it usually requires a lot of time and leaves her very tired. Her second minor is lightning which ties into her conjuring magic. Des can conjure lightning bolts from her staff which can she direct at people or objects, however, they are not very powerful and can only leave minor burns and can stun the target if it's alive. During lightning storms she can can also attract lightning to her staff to make the aurophylite hotter to increase her other forms of magic, as well as ensure that she and anyone else doesn't get struck by the lighting itself.

 

[PavellumPendulum]

TyVibes
Welcome to our lil family, pfft c:
Before accepting your character, here are some details I'd like you to look at:
Des' knowledge of Madoran and also her proficiency in magic.

If you look at the entry on magic in the lore section, you'll see that half breeds do not hold as much arcane blood as mages. This would mean that her being a half breed, she would still be able to channel magic, though not as much as a "normal" mage. It's fine that she's studied (and I applaud you for going into detail on her majors and minors) but please remember that moving forward she will not be able to be as powerful as full blood mages due to the lack of arcane blood within her. If you think you know what you're doing, then it's fine, though.

As for the knowledge of Madoran, I'm not sure how she'd learn that, considering she has no Madoran ancestry and it would most likely never be taught anywhere except Madora Ezos.

One last note, this one definitely isn't your fault since I haven't written the lore post for Porrillan-Havea yet but if she was sent to the guild, she was probably undercover. Porrillan-Havea is a network of rebels that are mostly spies, so... It would make the most sense for her to be in Hono without declaring allegiance to the rebellion.

(I'm actually surprised she is in the guild, seeing she's a mage and she lived in Ardethe with her family members, but it's not something impossible, just something I noted pfft)

Thanks for your time! Make adjustments as you see fit or let me know if you have any questions then I'll accept your character.

 

[PavellumPendulum]

TyVibes
Thank you for all your explanations! Des is accepted c:

 

[PavellumPendulum]

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Name: Salix-Caprea

Race & Nationality: Dryad / Reseruza

Age: 28

Occupation: Previously a clairvoyant to 33 children, now currently a member of The Heroes of Enreon.

Appearance: Salix stands at 6'7'', a veritable giant, with broad shoulders and lightly toned muscles, flexing under waxy skin. He's a pale blue, with the bare bones of an ethereal glow, sporting high cheekbones and regal features. His hair is pale green, silken and straight, reaching his lower back if let loose. His bangs are pulled back gently and rolled around dark, thick branches coming from his head and framing it like antlers. Small puffs of greenery sprout from the twigs on these makeshift antlers. The rest of his hair tends to be pulled into a low braid, cascading over his shoulder. With heavy-lidded eyes often giving him a tired look, he has bright orange irises. His long, pointed nose is the center of two birthmarks, thick white lines pulling from underneath his eyes and swirling inwards. The rest of these birth marks are scattered along his outer arms, from his shoulders to his forearms, pure white and jagged in seemingly random splatters. His clairvoyant birthmark is upon his forehead, also in white, but often covered by his bangs: a moon with a large strip reaching his hairline.

He's typically wearing a loose fitting long sleeve of sorts, made of thin fabric, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Around his waist is a crumpled sweater, tied up since he always worries about the cold so never leaves without it. His pants, like the rest of his clothes, are loose fitting, and a dark brown. He hates shoes, but is willing to wear sandals just for the sake of protecting his feet.

Personality: Salix is not the talkative type. He's stoic and seemingly expressionless most of the time, making others paint him as unapproachable at times. He's very contemplative, which seems to make it so that his thoughts rarely leave his head, but he will speak if he has something that needs to be heard. He's extremely protective over children, which is probably due to his previous job. Though wise and typically agreeable, he can get swept away by their requests. His hobbies include talking to plants (whether they're inhabited by a forest spirit or not), staring off into the distance or singing. He loves music, and is typically humming when he's alone. He can be oddly blunt and his choice in words can be odd, but it's probably because he used to spend all his time talking to children.

Bio: Salix is a dryad clairvoyant, which means that a clairvoyant blessed his seed before he'd taken root. He'd sprouted very close to a small village on the outer rim of Reseruza, named Querie-Lito, and was taken into a group of 31 by a clairvoyant. There, he was taught his role in life: to guide children to their destinies. He took much pride in having been chosen, and as soon as he'd turned 20, he'd been sent over to Coquericot-Tza-Laike, due to a shortage of clairvoyants for the growing population. Here, he has been raising a group of children for 8 years, before he began to have nightmares. Typically, he did not dream, but as Madoran forces made the news, invading Haerith, the visions seemed to be coming quicker. Though his fellow clairvoyants did not see such a future, or they did see it but dismissed it, he could not take the anxiety that came with the visions and requested leave from his position. It was granted reluctantly a few months ago, and since then, he has been with the guild, mostly doing household chores and at times, using his clairvoyance to look at possibilities for the guild.

Extra: Salix can speak Laike-ten, Bels-Petri and Sy-Mezi.