Tales of Salisonia: Rise of the Dragons [Official OOC Thread]

[Kimmy]

I wanna make someone c:


Oh Pai-Chan, probably already has some person.

 

[Croissant]

DAMN IT PAI YOU STOLE my 500th POST!


1st 300


now 500! ;-; 
Can't see your first pic for your chars Pai, and Snail kahao xD

 

[Sen Pai]

DAMN IT PAI YOU STOLE my 500th POST!
1st 300


now 500! ;-; 
Can't see your first pic for your chars Pai, and Snail kahao xD

Fixed it~

 

[Lucem]

Renaldo needs to be best friends with Vyra's father.

 

[Kimmy]

Pai-Chan's picture isn't Jesus anymore!


And it's an adorable neko!


Pai-Chan, be my non abusive sister?

 

[Sen Pai]

Pai-Chan's picture isn't Jesus anymore!
And it's an adorable neko!


Pai-Chan, be my non abusive sister?

......um. Okay? ^^

 

[Lucem]

Pai-Chan's picture isn't Jesus anymore!
And it's an adorable neko!


Pai-Chan, be my non abusive sister?

I don't know when Jesus became the head of all squads in the soul society...

 

[Kimmy]

Looks like Jesus on mobile. I dunno.


I'm tired, qualifications are confusing and we are moving on to next year maths :c

 

[Croissant]

"But suddenly, all the wild animals stopped roaring and going batshit crazy, an awkward silence was among them.. Quickly ruined by a wild puerto rican"

 

[EuRo]

"But suddenly, all the wild animals stopped roaring and going batshit crazy, an awkward silence was among them.. Quickly ruined by a wild puerto rican"

For the win.


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[Sen Pai]

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[Lucem]

I finished Super Dad's personality.

 

[Zatheron]

I presume there is no bestiary for the forest at the moment, yes?


Are their dire wolves in the forest and would a ranger be able to... form a bond with one (tame?)? (For lack of a better term) Or would that be a contractor?

 

[Croissant]

I gtg guys hopefully ms pai finishes her chars <.<

 

[Sen Pai]

I presume there is no bestiary for the forest at the moment, yes?
Are their dire wolves in the forest and would a ranger be able to... form a bond with one (tame?)? (For lack of a better term) Or would that be a contractor?

That'd be a contractor. Then again, wolves are those of a pack, so perhaps the ranger could act as an alpha. But, because they do not have the special "bond" a Contractor and Contracted have the ranger must act like a true alpha wolf, settling disputes and displaying dominace and all that jazz.

I gtg guys hopefully ms pai finishes her chars <.<

Goodnight, my dear Cressandra. ^^ I most likely wont be finished since I have school. But I'll most likely be finished at least one character and I can open the roleplay tomorrow.

 

[Zatheron]

Well, I'm not looking to be the alpha of a pack xD , and I'm not talking about normal wolves as well. Dire wolves. In most lore (that I've read) dire wolves are lone wolves, only coming together to mate. My idea was my character would have found a pup along his travels and raised it to be his companion. That kind of bond.

 

[Sen Pai]

Well, I'm not looking to be the alpha of a pack xD , and I'm not talking about normal wolves as well. Dire wolves. In most lore (that I've read) dire wolves are lone wolves, only coming together to mate. My idea was my character would have found a pup along his travels and raised it to be his companion. That kind of bond.

Aw! That's cute. x3 Sure, go ahead.

 

[Zatheron]

Graci! ^.^ 
I know, I have a lot of questions. xD


For the pictures, does it have to be anime, or can it be general artwork that we've found? As long as it's no IRL pictures.

 

[Flabbysaurus]

I don't want to speak for pai but I used a drawing I found and pai said it was okay as long at wasn't an irl picture.


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[Sen Pai]

I know, I have a lot of questions. xD
For the pictures, does it have to be anime, or can it be general artwork that we've found? As long as it's no IRL pictures.

As long as it's not IRL pictures and sticks with the fantasy theme, I'm fine with it. And don't worry about it, questions help you learn~ ^^ 

I don't want to speak for pai but I used a drawing I found and pai said it was okay as long at wasn't an irl picture.
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Well, looks like Sau beat me to the punch. xD

 

[SoftTacos]

Is it cool if I edit my bio even after it's been added to the accepted list?

 

[Sen Pai]

Is it cool if I edit my bio even after it's been added to the accepted list?

Toots in the boots. ^^ But, if there are any drastic changes, tell me. :3

 

[EdithSpeaks]

Here's hopin' these are okay . . .


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|General Information|

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• Lucius Traiger
• Male
• 25
• Human
• Civilian, Healer's Assistant
• 5"10', 150 pounds. Eyes are a milky sort of light blue and sightless. His back, shoulders and left leg have burn scars from when he was a teen, and his left cheek has a thin scar just left of center running down to his jaw

|Biography of Lucius Traiger

• Personality
• History

• Lucius is every bit the example of "The saddest people smile the brightest." He almost always has a small smile on his face, because his nature is generally peaceful and because he never wants people to be unhappy. He's had enough of feeling that way himself, feeling overburdened and stretched to his limits, and so has chosen not to feel so powerless ever again - at least, to the extent of his abilities. Lucius is a kind person that does whatever he can to help people, though his abilities are limited with the loss of his sight. He's a scholar at heart and loves to learn, and so often makes his closest friend, Reed, read to him the books he wishes to learn from, and he uses that information to make medicines so that he can help others heal in ways that he can't heal himself. Lucius will often make light of bad situations in order to keep others from getting too worried or depressed, and has the better bedside manner between himself and his companion. Lucius has a knight's heart, but a frailer man's body, and he does all that he can to help those that can't help themselves, even if it means giving more than he can really afford to give, or getting himself hurt in the process.
• Lucius wasn't born into any prestigious family. He grew up in a family of five, with his parents, a younger sister, and an even younger brother. His father was a healer and so he'd always aspired to be one as well, but hadn't always lived up to his family's expectations. He desired more to read and learn about medicine and surgery and other such things, rather than doing the menial doctoring work his father usually had him doing. As such, he spent most of his time babysitting his siblings so that his mother could assist his father instead. He has since wished that he had done more to be near his parents before his family's untimely demise.
  
  
  When Lucius was 17, when he was beginning to rebel at the thought of being old enough to be forced into helping his father rather than getting to stay home and read his books all day, tragedy struck their town. A wildfire had spread in the darkness of night and too quickly for the townspeople to receive advanced warning, and his house was too close to the edge of the town. Lucius was only lucky enough to wake up when the fire reached his house, but wasn't fast enough to get to his brother and sister, who stayed asleep in their beds until the smoke was too thick and the fire had reached their part of the house. The roof caved in before he could reach them, and he hardly made it out with his own life. Bleeding and burned, he stumbled out of the half ruined remains of his home and ran with only the thought of the remainder of his family in mind. His mother and father, having stayed late at their offices, were dedicated to their patients and had tried to stay behind to save them, to get them out of the building while the fire raged on, and Lucius was, again, too late. Different herbs and chemicals were kept in a small storeroom in the back of the small building, and when the fire reached it, something caught and exploded. It wasn't too large a blast, hardly enough to damage the walls, but Lucius was too close and the debris and glass from the bottle that exploded caught him in the face. He was only saved by the way the beams of the roof caved in, leaving him a hole in the wall to exit from while his sight began to blur and fade into darkness.
  
  
  Lucius woke some days later, in a sort of refugee space the town had set up where injuries were tended and people were given a place to sleep. He was lying next to another boy, a boy named Reed, who was just a couple of years younger than him, and had similarly lost his family not long before, and his belongings in the fire. He had only been traveling and had stopped in this town, and he'd lost most everything. Reed saw to it that Lucius' broken pieces didn't fall away from him altogether, helped him adjust to being sightless in those first few days. But days turned into weeks, and weeks to months, and though Reed had healed and Lucius' home had been repaired, the younger man still didn't leave. Lucius had lost all will to go on, and Reed pushing him alone was the only thing that kept him going.
  
  
  Finally, on a day when Lucius' thought maybe he could just find a blade and end his own misery, Reed read an old book to him, about plants and their medicinal qualities, because it was the only thing the younger man could find. It took a long time, and a lot of care and urging from his friend, but Lucius managed to regain his love of learning. The two had already begun to work together in most everything, and Lucius' assisted Reed in apprenticing with a healer, while Reed helped Lucius with anything he might be unable to do without his sight. When Reed finally became a healer in his own right, they left their small town, burdened with memories, and moved on to another, where they built up a small business for themselves. It's only a small building, with a healer's offices downstairs, and a small living space upstairs, but the two of them have managed to carve out a small, comfortable existence for themselves, and with each other as companions it's been enough.
  
  
  

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  • Reed Alister
  • Male
  • 23
  • Human
  • Civilian, Healer
  • 5'8", 158 pounds. Reed has a few scars from a dangerous childhood, but the worst of which is one that runs along his chest from right shoulder to left lower rib

  
  
  
  |Biography of Reed Alister|

  • Personality
  • History

  • Reed has a higher than average IQ which causes him to be better with facts than with people. He tends to get frustrated when others don't understand things as easily as he does, only because it's all he's ever known. He's a generally calm, mild person, confident in his own abilities to defend himself and those that he chooses to defend along with him, as well as his own ability to assess situations and know if anything is a danger or not. His brain is highly analytical and straightforward in most situations, so while he is the eyes and hands of the healing pair, Lucius is still the bedside manor. Reed is highly protective of what little is his, including Lucius, and will protect what's his through any means necessary. If this means taking on people twice his size, then he'll attempt it, even if he can't quite do it. He's lived through enough of having people take what belongs to him while he couldn't stop it to let it keep happening.
  • Reed lived in a family that had to struggle to make ends meet. His mother took care of the family at home, which consisted of herself and Reed, and let his father do all the work of the family blacksmithing, until the day that she couldn't anymore. His father injured one of his arms at work and had to stop for the time being, which cost them money. The injury wasn't worthy of amputation, but would take a long time to heal, and so his mother tried her best to earn money for them by making bread and clothes and selling what she could. It wasn't enough, though, and Reed's father went back to work too early, leading to an even more serious injury just a few days later that did end in his father's arm being amputated. Weeks later, the wound grew infected, and Reed's father died shortly after the infection set in.
    
    
    Still young, at the age of eleven, Reed did what he could to help his mother along. He did any and all jobs he could find for himself, and went out hunting and gathering until he taught himself to be a good shot with a bow and arrow, and fast with a knife in cleaning the catch, and could bring home a steady supply of meat to sell and for himself and his mother to eat. Still, it wasn't enough. His father had left debts behind, and paying those off meant that Reed and his mother often went hungry for longer than they cared to let anyone know. Things didn't get better for years to come and, though Reed had never known her to be so depressed, he came home one day to find that his mother had killed herself to get away from their troubles. She left him a short note apologizing, but he could hardly stomach it long enough to read all the words within. He was 14 years old, and he was alone in the world.
    
    
    After his mother's death, Reed had no choice but to sell their house and the land it was on, knowing that he would never be able to do the work himself, and afraid to stay in the place his parents had just died in. He had to be a man, and quickly, and he took what little he could from his home, along with the money he earned in selling it and the things inside, and left. He didn't fare well, at first, traveling alone, and was accosted more than once, but he ended up working out for himself how to survive. When he reached Lucius' hometown, he stayed only for a day before the fire damaged half the small establishment, and he was left with nothing again. Nothing but a frightened, injured, terribly pitiful bedmate lying near to him.
    
    
    Reed had grown used to being alone, but while his injuries healed he found that he quite liked Lucius' company. It felt good to him, knowing that he could help the other young man along in healing. Having to work with his mother around the clock to make ends meet before, and traveling alone afterwards, Reed hadn't had a friend in a very long time, and underneath the sorrow and pain Lucius was a very good friend. When they were both healed and Lucius had a place to stay again, Reed simply followed, and they were together all the time after that.
    
    
    Lucius was a depressed soul, and Reed found an odd sort of comfort in easing him back into a newly darkened life, showing Lucius what light there could still be. Reed worked for months trying to cheer Lucius up, to get him to see that there were still things worth living for, and it was a familiar sort of action. It was what Reed had been telling himself all along, and when Lucius finally got it, it was almost as if they both had realized it at once. But what was left of Lucius' family's estate wouldn't last forever, and when Lucius rediscovered his love of books and medicine, Reed decided it was only right to help him along in that as well. So that Lucius could be happy, and so they both could have a means of making money, Reed apprenticed with the old healer still left in town, and while his mind absorbed the facts and the practice of it, Lucius helped him to learn the science as well. They worked well as a pair, and so were able to establish themselves in another town outside of their home, where they were able to eek out a small, comfortable living for themselves.
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[Sen Pai]

@Nalakitty01 Okay? Okay?! OKAY?! These are amazing! You're obviously accepted! Since I'm a little tired at the moment, I shall add your characters to the accepted character list tomorrow when I wake up. ^^

 

[Sol]

*Sol note: felt like doing something different.


Ah yes a profile of a certain elven girl, here's a transcript from one of our agents on the field, it details a correspondence they had in a tavern no less. I had taken the liberty of omitting the statements of our agent.

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  "Miri Kronen, is that so strange a name for an elf?"
  
  
  
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  "Of course I'm female, is it the jacket? Do they do a good job of hiding my delicate feminine figure?"
  
  
  
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  "If you must, I am at the age of 25."
  
  
  
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  "See these ears? No what do you think about pointy ears? Yes, an elf!"
  
  
  
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  "I'm just a pharmacist(Civilian), most people say that I could be a good assassin because of my potions, but I don't know just how an assassin could kill someone with curatives. Sure, I make my own potions with my own recipes and I'm very certain they are successful, most of the time. Would you like to sample? no? sure? okaaaaay~"
  
  
  
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  "I stand at the delicate height of 5'8, call me short and I'll bring you down to 5'8 as well. So I weigh something close to 140 lbs. Are you going to finish that?"
  
  
  

|Biography of Miri|

• Personality
• History

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  "So how do I act? Were my previous words not getting through to you?! I'm a charming and expressive young girl. No I'm not a woman yet, unless that'll make that guy over there, DONT LOOK, notice me, then I am woman. I don't really think I ever filter my thoughts, I just say what's on top of my mind. If I don't like it, then I don't like it, I'll also take you on in an argument explaining why I don't like it and why shouldn't as well. Well because I don't really filter my thoughts, I sorta run out of things to say. What? Go talk to him? but, but....I'm shy, I dunno if I'd make a good first impression. So what if I'm aggressive?! I only ever do that to my friends not to complete strangers. Yeah you're a friend, so shut it. It-it's not like I wanted to come out here anyway, I'm only doing this because you need it for your job. Shut it, I'm not reliable at all, I'm-I'm the opposite of it, whatever it is. I didn't come out here just you could compliment me.....I didn't say stop."
  
  
  
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  "My past? Why do you want to know about it? Where was I born? In some small town of I-don't-want-to-remember here in Ellegarde. So yeah I was a pretty little elf girl born to a family of heroes, no they weren't actual heroes, but more like they go through so much just give more out of life for me, you know? Me and my brother, we were always getting into lots of trouble, I mean it just occurs to me now just how much of a headache we actually were to our parents, it makes me feel kinda guilty. Our parents didn't have much to supply us with some knowledge or even basic education, but it was enough that we'd live to see another sunrise and I was thankful for that. For our education needs, we were thankful to have a good friend who seemed to be the son of some scholar and almost each day he'd teach us something new about the world. No, I'm not going to go into detail about what he taught us and what made us so starry eyed at it at the age of 13, you'd just laugh at me. Yes, me and my brother were 13, we were twins. I still don't know where he is now. Anyway, a little after our "formal education" began our father thought it would be the right time to teach my brother how to use a sword. Back then I always looked up to my brother, he was a good boy and was fearless and was strong and brave. I wanted to be like him. So he gets his sword lessons from dad and I pester dad to teach me as well. He would always turn me down so I kept pestering my brother, who had a shorter tolerance for my constant "requests" that at one point he just caved in and taught me everything he knew. Oh so how do I know so much about making potions? Well I'll get to that soon. Right now we're still in my childhood exploring the many boyish interests I actively and openly pursued. I still don't know if that was a good plan at all. I was always at the receiving end of the jokes. Yes, I am positive that you were the first to even ridicule me and now here you are throwing compliments at me, I'll never really look at you any different than I would a building or a rock. Anyway, I was practically given a hard time at life, no thanks to you, yes I am still sore about something that happened almost 12 years ago, I'm only doing this for the sake of your books you idiot. Now back on track, I technically spent most of my time with my brother until that one day where he decided to join the military almost 3 years later. 3 years later was also when I discovered alchemy or at least medicine making because I didn't want to step outside the house because you'd be right there at the forefront with your mob dedicated to making fun of me. So yes for almost 5 years, my companions were simply the books I borrowed from my friend, no I'm not saying his name, or whatever I could scrounge around the house. There was the occasional I'd leave the house to go exact vengeance moments, remember that boar that somehow got into your room or your missing wooden sword replaced by a bunch of threadbare dolls resembling the Kahao to name a few, that was me. What happened to my parents? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PARENTS?! YOU WERE THERE! YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO NOT JUST MY PARENTS, BUT YOURS AND EVERYONE ELSE'S!!! I'm sorry for...that. Jog your memory I'm sure a self-proclaimed genius and former bully like you could remember the trauma that day. You saw that Arias swooping down on to the town and making short work of the guards, you were lucky it thought you were a dead body, but I'm pretty sure the smell of you soiling yourself gave more evidence to it. If those hunters hadn't been in the tavern we'd all have been wiped from the map. I know for a fact my father was cut ribbons in front of me, those saviors arrived too late. It was just one thing and the whole town couldn't even kill it. I just...just...DONT TOUCH ME!....You know the rest, I took an apprenticeship under the town apothecary and you know just how bad I was there which brings me here....Fill out the rest of the records with whatever slander you feel like putting there. I just lost my appetite."
  
  
  

So ends transcript I hope this profile was what you were looking for, if not feel free to dispose of it as you see fit, ser.

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