Hunnyhelp
Angsty Teenager
We will see about that. He puts his hands together and laughs evilly.
Return of the Elves!
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Adrien
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What is the longest post you have made, sir?
Hunnyhelp
Angsty Teenager
I acadently deleted it. I think best when on the computer but I am currently on the iPad so I can't post that long without my fingures cramping.
Adrien
New Member
Here is one of my best posts from my earlier days of ES. Not the best, not the longest, the latter, by far.
.:.[[Number Three]].:.
Master Adrien was always respectful. When it came right down to it, it's all he ever asked of people. Respect. And whenever someone was questioned about him, they'd always say the same, exactly the same, god damn thing; Respectful.
? Adrien believed that if we stopped respecting each other, we would lose our ties to humanity. It didn't matter if you were a peasant, or King of mother-fucking-England. He'd always bow, with that same arm tucked in his gut, and his back parallel to the floor, no matter who you were. He bowed to his friends and family, just as he did his enemies. He never had a hint of sarcasm, or jealousy. Anger or disgust. Some thought him, a master of mixed emotions, keeping them aside. But that was truly not the case. He just treated everyone with dignity until proven non-deserving.
?If anyone was to treat him unruly, he would laugh in their faces, a "Guffaw" of sorts. It was just who he was.
Adrien, taking a grand and audacious step into the thickly spreadmiasma, he did not back down. He had seen worse. Adrien has been through the Revolution of the Gigavolt Clan, the Revolution of the Red Raven Army, the Criminal acts of Blonde Longevity, and the Time-Keeper of the knights of the Unsung council, yet he shall live far past his prime to experience another two hundred years of eventful life. Much to belief, he is immortal in an aged sense. Ever prone to damage, he can be killed. Not impossible, just bloody difficult, seeing as how he was no victim to time, just to damage.
? "Come out fowl beast! I shall defeat you, and use your blood for paint. I shall drain thy liquid from your bones and drink it myself. In defeating thee, I shall become stronger! And with strength, I will truly become invincible one day, to become the divine god of your kingdom as well!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Inhaling the deep flavorful air, he exhaled sharply, steam pouring from his nose, as he threw off his coat, revealing his weather-torn body.
?A thicket of coils and lines signed his flesh like a signature, tattoos coming over every which way, as they coated the entire surface of his skin. The only bare spot being his face, hands, and the area of his stomach that surrounded his belly button.
? Screaming into the air, the Tattoos became white and sizzled all the way over his flesh, white rays of light spreading all over his body, as the only black spot remained over his stomach, becoming darker then a black hole, if that's not in fact what it was.
Adrien, screaming to the heavens, and throwing his hand inside the black hole of sorts, trying to reach for something. As gleams of light spread forth from the pit, and a silver object seemed to penetrate the air around him, he screamed in agony. No.. Not agony, it was much more victorious. Like a war cry. And suddenly, the light enveloped the entire area around him, like that of an explosion, as a massive nine foot blade formed from the void. The hole, instantly becoming his flesh again, was red as it had been hit numerous times.
?Adrien let a sly grin show across his face, as he stuck the sword into the ground, red streaks of power covering the blade itself, the hilt dazzled with a ribbon and a trigger to the right side.
?"Beast, you have not shown yourself to me yet... So, in doing so, I will bring you out myself!" He screamed, as his tattoos seemed to turn to liquid. Them, flying into the air, it literally poured into the blade, filling the red designs to the brim with energy. Then hiking the sword onto his right shoulder, he searched for the source of aura, that was the enemy.
? Twirling around, about 90 degrees, he smirked and watched as the pipe in the middle of the blade, glowed red hot. then, squeezing the trigger, all the energy was drained from the blade, forming into a small red sphere before Adrien. As it remained in the air, he just let a soft chuckle escape his lips.
Adrien almost seemed fallible now, taking so much time to prepare. At any moment, the enemy could show itself and try to take out Adrien.
?As Adrien circled the now made sphere, he came back to his original spot, and hikes his sword onto his shoulder again, holding it as if it was a bat. Smiling, he ran his cherry tongue over his pale pink lips, and popped his neck, relaxing himself. Then, with a loud 'Thwack!', the sword was slammed into the sphere. Already swirling in the air, the ball was sent, with massive energy streaks falling from it, as it was sent hurdling toward the enemy. Disintegrating everything in its way, the powerful ball of energy ripped through two trees, and landed dead on, right onto the enemy's chest, burning through it, and annihilating him/her, and turning the body to ashes, as it blew away in the wind.
What Adrien had annihilated was nothing more then the beast of the forests, named "The Awoken."
? These beastsskulk around the forests of "Stcaf," where Adrien was now. In much of his life, Adrien had never seen such things. But, he had already knew so much from observing them, and fighting them. Just like how when they become aged over sixty, a testament to their power, they become florid, growing red flushed flowers that spring from their bodies. They literally become a part of the forest. And that was just what Adrien was facing.
And did I tell you they're carnivores?
Adrien smiled, as the beast was simply blown away. But he knew of the consequences of the mistake he just made. They always travel in packs.And then he saw it. To the left of him, something twitched. the bushes? No. The trees? No. The Boss? Yes.
? Turning to face the area, he looked around as he waited for something to happen. And then it did. Suddenly, from all over the forest, the beasts surged with shrieks of terror, and burst into the area before him. At least two hundred of the damned things.
? Wasting no time, Adrien was in the midst of battle. Slamming his sword into one after another, blood flew into the grass and mud, as he launched himself to one kill after another.
? One slice there, one cut here, it was like a fucking symphony and ballet recital to him. And he was the star.
Adrien took hold of his sword. He learned one very important thing from books, and kendo. A sword held with two hands can be ten times stronger then one held in one hand. And he used it to his advantage.
? Screaming in victory, he slammed his sword, with both hands, onto the ground before him, splashing up dirt and corpses, as a burst of energy was sent, radiating from him. The ground shook, as if an earthquake was present, his hands trembling from the power that was released. As the remaining beasts looked him over, he heard a rumble from the ground under him, and knew it was not good.
Leaping into the air, at least a mile upwards, he could see the majority of the damned forest. And then, in the center where he used to be, now stood an amazing massive flowery beast. Rising out of the soil and mud, vines tangled around trees, causing hell. The Awoken remained among it, as they tried to coax the massive beast, trying to calm it down. It was like babies trying to soothe their mother.
?And then the beast caught wind of Adrien's scent. It was smarting from Adrien's vigorous attack, and sure as hell wasn't too happy. Smiling, he prepared his next attack. But he just needed to think for a bit... What to do? He had many things left, but he didn't want to use them all.
? Quickly deciding to use one of his famous techniques, he rose his fingers into the air, as clouds seemed to swirl around him, and the sky. Then, shouting a war cry of joy, red lightning seemed to strikeeverywhere. And then, focusing all his energy to one certain spot onto the beast, the bolt remained in air, seemingly for hours on end, as the beast whaled. then, as the lightning bolt burst, it faded into an ocean of sparks, raining over the horrid creature like a sea of red. Then, as each spark sizzled onto the plant, it burst away at the flower's skin, and seemed the battle was over. As the clouds dissipated, and Adrien caught his breathe, wiping the sweat from his brow, something seemed to bulge within the being. Growling, he prepared himself. He thought he had won, but that was his fatal flaw.
? His arrogance.
Suddenly, a tendril of vines shot out of the beasts' bud upon the top, and grabbed wildly for Adrien. Hitting its mark, the thorn covered arm wrapped around Adrien, as his sword fell to the ground, him losing sight and hold of it.
?"Gah!" Adrien screamed, as the thorns buried themselves into his guts and organs, blood lurching from his lips. Squeezing its hold, the vines tightened around him, and it truly looked like he couldn't do anything.
? "DAMMIT!" He screamed in protest. Every time he wriggled in agony, it seemed to get worse. Like trapped in a maze of barbwire. And then, he heard his bones cracking as the vines tightened around him. And then, the awoken were upon him like vultures on a corpse. Biting and clawing at him, it seemed the end for Adrien.
But he wouldn't let himself end this way. No, not today.
Suddenly, his tattoos ravaged his body, his entire body, glowing white as his voice echoed across the islands, his scream heard upon the seas of bounty. Screaming in pain, and screaming in power, as the white tattoos stretched into a beast behind him. Seemingly the size of the Empire State Building, like that of a god.
When he was taught as an Arcadian, he learned many things. But he also learned that devoting yourself to your God can give you more strength then ever. And that's what he needed. And his religion had exactly four gods.
? "Key Divina Domini! The Keymaster! Please set me free!" He screamed as the vines were tearing away, the beasts being eliminated by the aura around him. "(#9966699 Thank you great god! You have set me free of the shackles that bind me to humanity! Now...)" He started, as his body, entirely molded white, turning pitch black, blacker then the darkest pit of hell itself.
?"Divinum Umbra! Darken the beast before me, and show him your true power through me!" He screamed as the massive beast behind him turned pitch black, with horns of the devil. then, as it flowed into Adrien, it disappeared, and a massive beam of energy shot into the plant beast before him, dark aura and energy literally infecting it, eating away at the seems of reality.
"Now! Labyrinthus Divina! Sir Dei Reihara, bestow me the power to eliminate my foes, this one in particular! Give me the power!" He screamed, as a black dragon outline appeared on him, turning whiter and brighter then a thousand suns. Then, lashing out and springing out from his chest, the teeth clenching and grasping in the air, it literally ate the massive being upon the island. encircling the beast with its teeth, the dragon ripped through it easily, and swallowed it. All of the energy, including the dragon and the beast, was transported into the endless void that was Adrien's soul, which he had brought his sword out of. Everything flying back, including all creatures in the area, the dragon, his sword, the beast, and trees and natural forestry. They enveloped into the void, as it closed off, Adrien's white soul burning in the sky, as he panted.
"Divini luminis! Please grant me my body, and bring my wounds to a halt! Reverse time and cure me with your awesome power!" He screamed into the air, as his tattoos retreated into the normal maze that usually coated his body. He gasped, as he choked in the air, and fell to the ground, hurdling and crashing into the mud, his bloody body gasping for air. Sitting up, he looked around himself. He had won. Picking himself up, as his body literally healed itself, bones fixing themselves, and wounds closing, but scars showing, he took stride towards his brown coat.
? fitting it onto himself, he panted heavily, his breathe eventually returning to normal. He was still alive.
.:.[[Number Three]].:.
Master Adrien was always respectful. When it came right down to it, it's all he ever asked of people. Respect. And whenever someone was questioned about him, they'd always say the same, exactly the same, god damn thing; Respectful.
? Adrien believed that if we stopped respecting each other, we would lose our ties to humanity. It didn't matter if you were a peasant, or King of mother-fucking-England. He'd always bow, with that same arm tucked in his gut, and his back parallel to the floor, no matter who you were. He bowed to his friends and family, just as he did his enemies. He never had a hint of sarcasm, or jealousy. Anger or disgust. Some thought him, a master of mixed emotions, keeping them aside. But that was truly not the case. He just treated everyone with dignity until proven non-deserving.
?If anyone was to treat him unruly, he would laugh in their faces, a "Guffaw" of sorts. It was just who he was.
Adrien, taking a grand and audacious step into the thickly spreadmiasma, he did not back down. He had seen worse. Adrien has been through the Revolution of the Gigavolt Clan, the Revolution of the Red Raven Army, the Criminal acts of Blonde Longevity, and the Time-Keeper of the knights of the Unsung council, yet he shall live far past his prime to experience another two hundred years of eventful life. Much to belief, he is immortal in an aged sense. Ever prone to damage, he can be killed. Not impossible, just bloody difficult, seeing as how he was no victim to time, just to damage.
? "Come out fowl beast! I shall defeat you, and use your blood for paint. I shall drain thy liquid from your bones and drink it myself. In defeating thee, I shall become stronger! And with strength, I will truly become invincible one day, to become the divine god of your kingdom as well!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Inhaling the deep flavorful air, he exhaled sharply, steam pouring from his nose, as he threw off his coat, revealing his weather-torn body.
?A thicket of coils and lines signed his flesh like a signature, tattoos coming over every which way, as they coated the entire surface of his skin. The only bare spot being his face, hands, and the area of his stomach that surrounded his belly button.
? Screaming into the air, the Tattoos became white and sizzled all the way over his flesh, white rays of light spreading all over his body, as the only black spot remained over his stomach, becoming darker then a black hole, if that's not in fact what it was.
Adrien, screaming to the heavens, and throwing his hand inside the black hole of sorts, trying to reach for something. As gleams of light spread forth from the pit, and a silver object seemed to penetrate the air around him, he screamed in agony. No.. Not agony, it was much more victorious. Like a war cry. And suddenly, the light enveloped the entire area around him, like that of an explosion, as a massive nine foot blade formed from the void. The hole, instantly becoming his flesh again, was red as it had been hit numerous times.
?Adrien let a sly grin show across his face, as he stuck the sword into the ground, red streaks of power covering the blade itself, the hilt dazzled with a ribbon and a trigger to the right side.
?"Beast, you have not shown yourself to me yet... So, in doing so, I will bring you out myself!" He screamed, as his tattoos seemed to turn to liquid. Them, flying into the air, it literally poured into the blade, filling the red designs to the brim with energy. Then hiking the sword onto his right shoulder, he searched for the source of aura, that was the enemy.
? Twirling around, about 90 degrees, he smirked and watched as the pipe in the middle of the blade, glowed red hot. then, squeezing the trigger, all the energy was drained from the blade, forming into a small red sphere before Adrien. As it remained in the air, he just let a soft chuckle escape his lips.
Adrien almost seemed fallible now, taking so much time to prepare. At any moment, the enemy could show itself and try to take out Adrien.
?As Adrien circled the now made sphere, he came back to his original spot, and hikes his sword onto his shoulder again, holding it as if it was a bat. Smiling, he ran his cherry tongue over his pale pink lips, and popped his neck, relaxing himself. Then, with a loud 'Thwack!', the sword was slammed into the sphere. Already swirling in the air, the ball was sent, with massive energy streaks falling from it, as it was sent hurdling toward the enemy. Disintegrating everything in its way, the powerful ball of energy ripped through two trees, and landed dead on, right onto the enemy's chest, burning through it, and annihilating him/her, and turning the body to ashes, as it blew away in the wind.
What Adrien had annihilated was nothing more then the beast of the forests, named "The Awoken."
? These beastsskulk around the forests of "Stcaf," where Adrien was now. In much of his life, Adrien had never seen such things. But, he had already knew so much from observing them, and fighting them. Just like how when they become aged over sixty, a testament to their power, they become florid, growing red flushed flowers that spring from their bodies. They literally become a part of the forest. And that was just what Adrien was facing.
And did I tell you they're carnivores?
Adrien smiled, as the beast was simply blown away. But he knew of the consequences of the mistake he just made. They always travel in packs.And then he saw it. To the left of him, something twitched. the bushes? No. The trees? No. The Boss? Yes.
? Turning to face the area, he looked around as he waited for something to happen. And then it did. Suddenly, from all over the forest, the beasts surged with shrieks of terror, and burst into the area before him. At least two hundred of the damned things.
? Wasting no time, Adrien was in the midst of battle. Slamming his sword into one after another, blood flew into the grass and mud, as he launched himself to one kill after another.
? One slice there, one cut here, it was like a fucking symphony and ballet recital to him. And he was the star.
Adrien took hold of his sword. He learned one very important thing from books, and kendo. A sword held with two hands can be ten times stronger then one held in one hand. And he used it to his advantage.
? Screaming in victory, he slammed his sword, with both hands, onto the ground before him, splashing up dirt and corpses, as a burst of energy was sent, radiating from him. The ground shook, as if an earthquake was present, his hands trembling from the power that was released. As the remaining beasts looked him over, he heard a rumble from the ground under him, and knew it was not good.
Leaping into the air, at least a mile upwards, he could see the majority of the damned forest. And then, in the center where he used to be, now stood an amazing massive flowery beast. Rising out of the soil and mud, vines tangled around trees, causing hell. The Awoken remained among it, as they tried to coax the massive beast, trying to calm it down. It was like babies trying to soothe their mother.
?And then the beast caught wind of Adrien's scent. It was smarting from Adrien's vigorous attack, and sure as hell wasn't too happy. Smiling, he prepared his next attack. But he just needed to think for a bit... What to do? He had many things left, but he didn't want to use them all.
? Quickly deciding to use one of his famous techniques, he rose his fingers into the air, as clouds seemed to swirl around him, and the sky. Then, shouting a war cry of joy, red lightning seemed to strikeeverywhere. And then, focusing all his energy to one certain spot onto the beast, the bolt remained in air, seemingly for hours on end, as the beast whaled. then, as the lightning bolt burst, it faded into an ocean of sparks, raining over the horrid creature like a sea of red. Then, as each spark sizzled onto the plant, it burst away at the flower's skin, and seemed the battle was over. As the clouds dissipated, and Adrien caught his breathe, wiping the sweat from his brow, something seemed to bulge within the being. Growling, he prepared himself. He thought he had won, but that was his fatal flaw.
? His arrogance.
Suddenly, a tendril of vines shot out of the beasts' bud upon the top, and grabbed wildly for Adrien. Hitting its mark, the thorn covered arm wrapped around Adrien, as his sword fell to the ground, him losing sight and hold of it.
?"Gah!" Adrien screamed, as the thorns buried themselves into his guts and organs, blood lurching from his lips. Squeezing its hold, the vines tightened around him, and it truly looked like he couldn't do anything.
? "DAMMIT!" He screamed in protest. Every time he wriggled in agony, it seemed to get worse. Like trapped in a maze of barbwire. And then, he heard his bones cracking as the vines tightened around him. And then, the awoken were upon him like vultures on a corpse. Biting and clawing at him, it seemed the end for Adrien.
But he wouldn't let himself end this way. No, not today.
Suddenly, his tattoos ravaged his body, his entire body, glowing white as his voice echoed across the islands, his scream heard upon the seas of bounty. Screaming in pain, and screaming in power, as the white tattoos stretched into a beast behind him. Seemingly the size of the Empire State Building, like that of a god.
When he was taught as an Arcadian, he learned many things. But he also learned that devoting yourself to your God can give you more strength then ever. And that's what he needed. And his religion had exactly four gods.
? "Key Divina Domini! The Keymaster! Please set me free!" He screamed as the vines were tearing away, the beasts being eliminated by the aura around him. "(#9966699 Thank you great god! You have set me free of the shackles that bind me to humanity! Now...)" He started, as his body, entirely molded white, turning pitch black, blacker then the darkest pit of hell itself.
?"Divinum Umbra! Darken the beast before me, and show him your true power through me!" He screamed as the massive beast behind him turned pitch black, with horns of the devil. then, as it flowed into Adrien, it disappeared, and a massive beam of energy shot into the plant beast before him, dark aura and energy literally infecting it, eating away at the seems of reality.
"Now! Labyrinthus Divina! Sir Dei Reihara, bestow me the power to eliminate my foes, this one in particular! Give me the power!" He screamed, as a black dragon outline appeared on him, turning whiter and brighter then a thousand suns. Then, lashing out and springing out from his chest, the teeth clenching and grasping in the air, it literally ate the massive being upon the island. encircling the beast with its teeth, the dragon ripped through it easily, and swallowed it. All of the energy, including the dragon and the beast, was transported into the endless void that was Adrien's soul, which he had brought his sword out of. Everything flying back, including all creatures in the area, the dragon, his sword, the beast, and trees and natural forestry. They enveloped into the void, as it closed off, Adrien's white soul burning in the sky, as he panted.
"Divini luminis! Please grant me my body, and bring my wounds to a halt! Reverse time and cure me with your awesome power!" He screamed into the air, as his tattoos retreated into the normal maze that usually coated his body. He gasped, as he choked in the air, and fell to the ground, hurdling and crashing into the mud, his bloody body gasping for air. Sitting up, he looked around himself. He had won. Picking himself up, as his body literally healed itself, bones fixing themselves, and wounds closing, but scars showing, he took stride towards his brown coat.
? fitting it onto himself, he panted heavily, his breathe eventually returning to normal. He was still alive.
For now...
Hunnyhelp
Angsty Teenager
Now you have to take into note that I am only 11
Adrien
New Member
I am only seventeen, sir. I admire your skill though at your young age. To be so grammatically proper, and correct, is a wonderful feat of a young man your age!
Hunnyhelp
Angsty Teenager
Why thank you. (I have auto correct so that filters some of it)
Adrien
New Member
Still, a feat if at all, good sir. And no problem at all!
Elrazhnia
RK1000
So it's starting in a new thread, but the same characters from previous apply?
Hunnyhelp
Angsty Teenager
ok back to the RP.
Hunnyhelp
Angsty Teenager
Yes they do just kinda wanted a new thread.
Renn Skye
Two Thousand Club
Name: Thyrin
Age: 479
Skills: Thyrin is quite skilled with throwing knives when it comes to weapon related work. While Thyrin can string and fire a bow as well as most other fae Thyrin's speciality is really with what is thrown. Thyrin also has some healing ability and a strong affinity with nature - both plants and animals - as is common to Thyrin's race. These skills are no more pronounced than normal, however.
Personality: Thyrin is very quiet and reserved, he likes to keep his own council and as a general rule prefers to stick mostly to himself and a very select group of trusted peers.
Preferred way to travel (Giant eagle, Dolphin, or foot): On foot
Name of Giant Eagle (opt depending on your way of travel): N/A
Name of Dolphin (again depending on your way of travel): N/A
Other: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_07/218752.jpg.956e45e3969a7fc8a8bf747d30d3333c.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="3066" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_07/218752.jpg.956e45e3969a7fc8a8bf747d30d3333c.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
Name: Syste
Age: 783
Skills: Syste is an anti-healer. She used to be quite skilled at the healing arts, and as her mind warped so did her abilities. She takes what skill she used to have for mending flesh and now rends it - her healing touch instead of mending now burns, can cause muscles to weaken and atrophy, bone marrow to thin. While she cannot cause illness she can raise boils and age or weaken skin and scales. Everything she used to treat she now causes, in essence. She turns bodies against themselves and makes wounds un-knit rather than start to seal together. It's probably a really, really good thing she's confined to water (she is a sea-elf and as such cannot breathe when out of water).
Personality: Syste is a very bitter creature, twisted by time and seclusion and plenty of it. She was once a very kind sea elf, carefully tending to the wounds of every creature she came across, not just other elves, but over time she's... warped. Some time ago she lost her love mate, and shortly thereafter their child, and the loss drove her quite mad. In her grief she pushed herself away from society and lived on her own in the depths of the ocean, and there the blackness called to her. The deep became her new lover and she relished in the murky world on the bottom of the earth, came to see the beauty of darkness and loss. More than that, though, she began to blame others for the loss of the two elves she held dearer to herself than all others, and she soon found herself spurning all other contact. Hate boiled in her every time she saw others and her once kind nature - and her once soothing abilities - reversed on themselves. Now a days she's quite harsh, she actually seems to enjoy harming others as if their pain could help to alleviate her own.
Preferred way to travel: Dolphin
Name of Giant Eagle:
Name of Dolphin: Cherlia
Other:
Human App.
Name: Deliana
Age: 17
Weapon of choose: Her wit, for the most part, though if it comes down to combat Deliana prefers a slingshot of her own making, or her feet and hands if necessary.
Rank: Princess (approved by Hunnyhelp thank you!)
Personality: Deliana is, generally speaking, a fairly friendly and cheerful sort of girl. She sees no point in clinging to past bad experiences, and instead tries to push herself forward into the future with a bright outlook on life. When her aunt passed when she was very little and her mother carried on after a short period of grieving as if life was much the same, Deliana asked her why. The answer she got would be the basis of her world view for years to come. Her mother told her, "If you dwell on things that hurt you or make you sad you'll spend your life making yourself sadder and more hurt by the minute, and someday you won't be able to remember what being happy feels like. But if you hold onto the good things, you'll make every step of your life one with bounce in it, and you'll carry yourself farther then you ever could if you were held down by misery." It's probably an embellished version, by now, given that Deliana barely remembers her mother at all, but the message was clear, and she's held onto it like a life preserver.
She tries to keep optimistic through all things, but it's not possible to be happy all the time, and trying would be foolish. Since she tries not to be sad or angry or the like for prolonged periods of time, she's decided that it's best to let her more negative emotions run their course passionately when they come up, so that they won't linger unfinished after the event is passed. Occasionally people see her as childish because of how freely she lets her emotions range, but it helps her stay more content and contained as a person if she lets them run the gauntlet when she feels the need to let loose.
She's also sometimes seen as childish due to her impulsiveness. She's just turned seventeen and she still likes to slide down the bannister - and will without any thought for what someone else might think. While she should be "acting her age" and showing some sense of decorum (actually, a lot of decorum, she's supposed to be a princess, after all, that generally requires not running around like a hooligan), she has no problem climbing a tree out in front of the castle without worrying about the fact that she's wearing a skirt - she very rarely thinks before she acts when she sees something she wants to try or that she figures might be fun. And if she does pause to think, the thought is usually just, 'I've gotta try that!'
She's quite an ambitious little thing, and can be at times very competitive, a trait she finally found an outlet for in climbing. She's always been a bit of a spider monkey, with a tendency to go up rather than forward if the option arose, and when it became apparent that she'd need a sport to let out all of the energy she seemed to charge up during the day, climbing was the obvious decision. It's hands down her favourite sport, and she thrills at the chance to go head to head with someone at the thing she's best at.
Next to climbing, her favourite activity is reading, and she can often be found up in a tree or on top of her dresser with a book (especially when hiding from her tutors). She just feels more at home high up, and once she's in her own up above world she quite loves to dive into a world of someone else's creation as well.
Other:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_07/57a8bdd94d1ba_Deliana(2).png.1d7c4bff319fd37c839d7e79ad8c8cb4.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="3067" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_07/57a8bdd94d1ba_Deliana(2).png.1d7c4bff319fd37c839d7e79ad8c8cb4.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p><p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_07/57a8bdd95120b_shomi_by_shinga-d30tsqn-Copy.jpg.910bf799f6a153c0383bd7476d430d30.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="3068" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_07/57a8bdd95120b_shomi_by_shinga-d30tsqn-Copy.jpg.910bf799f6a153c0383bd7476d430d30.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
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Age: 479
Skills: Thyrin is quite skilled with throwing knives when it comes to weapon related work. While Thyrin can string and fire a bow as well as most other fae Thyrin's speciality is really with what is thrown. Thyrin also has some healing ability and a strong affinity with nature - both plants and animals - as is common to Thyrin's race. These skills are no more pronounced than normal, however.
Personality: Thyrin is very quiet and reserved, he likes to keep his own council and as a general rule prefers to stick mostly to himself and a very select group of trusted peers.
Preferred way to travel (Giant eagle, Dolphin, or foot): On foot
Name of Giant Eagle (opt depending on your way of travel): N/A
Name of Dolphin (again depending on your way of travel): N/A
Other: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_07/218752.jpg.956e45e3969a7fc8a8bf747d30d3333c.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="3066" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_07/218752.jpg.956e45e3969a7fc8a8bf747d30d3333c.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
Name: Syste
Age: 783
Skills: Syste is an anti-healer. She used to be quite skilled at the healing arts, and as her mind warped so did her abilities. She takes what skill she used to have for mending flesh and now rends it - her healing touch instead of mending now burns, can cause muscles to weaken and atrophy, bone marrow to thin. While she cannot cause illness she can raise boils and age or weaken skin and scales. Everything she used to treat she now causes, in essence. She turns bodies against themselves and makes wounds un-knit rather than start to seal together. It's probably a really, really good thing she's confined to water (she is a sea-elf and as such cannot breathe when out of water).
Personality: Syste is a very bitter creature, twisted by time and seclusion and plenty of it. She was once a very kind sea elf, carefully tending to the wounds of every creature she came across, not just other elves, but over time she's... warped. Some time ago she lost her love mate, and shortly thereafter their child, and the loss drove her quite mad. In her grief she pushed herself away from society and lived on her own in the depths of the ocean, and there the blackness called to her. The deep became her new lover and she relished in the murky world on the bottom of the earth, came to see the beauty of darkness and loss. More than that, though, she began to blame others for the loss of the two elves she held dearer to herself than all others, and she soon found herself spurning all other contact. Hate boiled in her every time she saw others and her once kind nature - and her once soothing abilities - reversed on themselves. Now a days she's quite harsh, she actually seems to enjoy harming others as if their pain could help to alleviate her own.
Preferred way to travel: Dolphin
Name of Giant Eagle:
Name of Dolphin: Cherlia
Other:
Human App.
Name: Deliana
Age: 17
Weapon of choose: Her wit, for the most part, though if it comes down to combat Deliana prefers a slingshot of her own making, or her feet and hands if necessary.
Rank: Princess (approved by Hunnyhelp thank you!)
Personality: Deliana is, generally speaking, a fairly friendly and cheerful sort of girl. She sees no point in clinging to past bad experiences, and instead tries to push herself forward into the future with a bright outlook on life. When her aunt passed when she was very little and her mother carried on after a short period of grieving as if life was much the same, Deliana asked her why. The answer she got would be the basis of her world view for years to come. Her mother told her, "If you dwell on things that hurt you or make you sad you'll spend your life making yourself sadder and more hurt by the minute, and someday you won't be able to remember what being happy feels like. But if you hold onto the good things, you'll make every step of your life one with bounce in it, and you'll carry yourself farther then you ever could if you were held down by misery." It's probably an embellished version, by now, given that Deliana barely remembers her mother at all, but the message was clear, and she's held onto it like a life preserver.
She tries to keep optimistic through all things, but it's not possible to be happy all the time, and trying would be foolish. Since she tries not to be sad or angry or the like for prolonged periods of time, she's decided that it's best to let her more negative emotions run their course passionately when they come up, so that they won't linger unfinished after the event is passed. Occasionally people see her as childish because of how freely she lets her emotions range, but it helps her stay more content and contained as a person if she lets them run the gauntlet when she feels the need to let loose.
She's also sometimes seen as childish due to her impulsiveness. She's just turned seventeen and she still likes to slide down the bannister - and will without any thought for what someone else might think. While she should be "acting her age" and showing some sense of decorum (actually, a lot of decorum, she's supposed to be a princess, after all, that generally requires not running around like a hooligan), she has no problem climbing a tree out in front of the castle without worrying about the fact that she's wearing a skirt - she very rarely thinks before she acts when she sees something she wants to try or that she figures might be fun. And if she does pause to think, the thought is usually just, 'I've gotta try that!'
She's quite an ambitious little thing, and can be at times very competitive, a trait she finally found an outlet for in climbing. She's always been a bit of a spider monkey, with a tendency to go up rather than forward if the option arose, and when it became apparent that she'd need a sport to let out all of the energy she seemed to charge up during the day, climbing was the obvious decision. It's hands down her favourite sport, and she thrills at the chance to go head to head with someone at the thing she's best at.
Next to climbing, her favourite activity is reading, and she can often be found up in a tree or on top of her dresser with a book (especially when hiding from her tutors). She just feels more at home high up, and once she's in her own up above world she quite loves to dive into a world of someone else's creation as well.
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Hunnyhelp
Angsty Teenager
Accepted and not what I was expecting on the daughters part.
Renn Skye
Two Thousand Club
If you'd prefer something stuck up and prissy and spoiled I can manage that as well, but I like putting Deliana in unconventional places. I'm happy to correct anything you see fit.
Hunnyhelp
Angsty Teenager
No it's fine that's why I like it I wouldn't have said accepted if I didn't like it.
Renn Skye
Two Thousand Club
Okay awesome. Let me read and catch up on the rp then I'll post.
...can I have a link to the roleplay? Because I can find two versions of it and am unsure which is the actual one.
...can I have a link to the roleplay? Because I can find two versions of it and am unsure which is the actual one.
Renn Skye
Two Thousand Club
Thank you!
cholmes150
New Member
Elven App
Name:Charlthen
Age (they live to a old age): 300
Skills (magic, bows, swords, etc.): I make weapons
Personality: I am not much of a socialist, but when i get to a conversation i just cant stop talking.
Preferred way to travel (Giant eagle, Dolphin, or foot): I would rather not travel, because animals seem not to like me, meaning i must go by foot.
Other: Other?
Name:Charlthen
Age (they live to a old age): 300
Skills (magic, bows, swords, etc.): I make weapons
Personality: I am not much of a socialist, but when i get to a conversation i just cant stop talking.
Preferred way to travel (Giant eagle, Dolphin, or foot): I would rather not travel, because animals seem not to like me, meaning i must go by foot.
Other: Other?
Hunnyhelp
Angsty Teenager
Accepted but most people on this site role play third person
jadestarnight
Hit Me!
sorry i was at a summer camp is it to late for me to join in
Hunnyhelp
Angsty Teenager
Your already in!!,
Renn Skye
Two Thousand Club
There. Posted, finally.