aAAA >w< i'm so glad you love him
!!! i just reposted his profile if you wanna check him outI second that- wish I'd caught the profile when it was up but hey at least we have a Healer now ^^
Imma put up Myara and get her first post out, and Jules will be up once I get a reply from Saxon (plus I can plot him with the druid sibs :3 )
Alsoviloxii might want to mark the Interest Thread as closed ouo
Did you want to plot out their arrival to the Gold Rose Tavern, or would you rather just wing it? I'm good either way. I want to work on Antigone's first post tonight.aAAA >w< i'm so glad you love him
i just reposted his profile if you wanna check him out
Sounds good! I look forward to see what you write
Rest up!
viloxii
[CENTER][b][u]THE KINGSWORD WILL STAND[/U] - [U][I]CAST LIST[/I][/u]
The True Sovereign[/B] - VAIL (played by [USER=98245]@CaffeinatedJoy[/USER])
[B]The Fallen Heir of Morava[/B] - AEVAR (played by [USER=96608]@saxon[/USER])
[B]The Sellsword[/B] - MYARA (played by [USER=74804]@Ayama[/USER])
[B]The Thief[/B] - JULIAN (played by [USER=74804]@Ayama[/USER])
[B]The Female Druid[/B] - ANTIGONE (played by [USER=98245]@CaffeinatedJoy[/USER])
[B]The Male Druid[/B] - AGATHON (played by [USER=87256]@luxnoctis[/USER])
[B]The Young Oracle[/B] - NIMUE (played by [USER=97854]@viloxii[/USER])
[B]The Healer[/B] - AENWYN (played by [USER=37887]@Lost Echo[/USER])
[B]The Sorceress[/B] - MARNIE (played by [USER=65704]@HumbugPie[/USER])[/CENTER]
[tabs][tab=VAIL][border=0; margin: auto; height: 630px; width: 860px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; display: flex;][border=0; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background: url('https://i.postimg.cc/0j45V3d6/Vail.jpg'); background-position: 55% 15%;][/border][border=0; margin-left: 10px; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; overflow: hidden;][border=0; height: 580px; width: 400px; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 80px; text-align: center; color: #727a8e; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Eczar';][border=0; font-size: 40px; text-decoration: underline; color: #241B49;]The True Sovereign[/border][border=0; font-size: 30px;]Vail Fairfax[/border]
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #711106;]Gender[/border] Male
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #711106;]Age[/border] 84 (Approximately 18 in human years).
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #711106;]Orientation[/border] He thinks he’s heterosexual, but he’s really bi.
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #711106;]Personality[/border] Vail is compassionate, thoughtful and outgoing, with a very thick rebellious streak. He has his moments of quiet introspection, which have become more frequent since he discovered he was the true sovereign. His outgoing nature gives other people the impression he’s doesn’t take much seriously, but nothing could be farther than the truth.
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #711106;]History[/border] Vail comes from humble beginnings. His parents ran a shop in the elfin village he was raised in where they sold the hand woven fabrics his mother made, and they made a reasonable living at it. His father was a retired military officer, and supplemented their income with what he could earn by providing an able armed escort to merchant caravans. When he was home. he made sure to teach Vail what he could of combat and effectively wielding a sword. Vail had no real complaints about his family, or where he grew up, but he always felt like he could do more, and wondered how he could tell his parents he wanted to leave without hurting them too much.
The decision was made for him, when one day, his village was razed to the ground by bandits, leaving him as the sole survivor. He wandered from town to down, doing his best to eke out a living.
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #711106;]Weapon(s)[/border] The Kingsword.[/border][/border][/border][/tab][tab=AEVAR][border=0; margin: auto; height: 630px; width: 860px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; display: flex;][border=0; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background: url('https://i.postimg.cc/FHfzBwpg/Aevar.jpg'); background-position: 55% 30%][/border][border=0; margin-left: 10px; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; overflow: hidden;][border=0; height: 580px; width: 400px; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 80px; text-align: center; color: #838588; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Eczar';][border=0; font-size: 40px; text-decoration: underline; color: #2c2d30;]The Fallen Heir[/border][border=0; font-size: 30px; color: #1d5cb6;]Aevar Istedir[/border][border=0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold;]Male - 22 - Straight[/border]
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #1d5cb6;]Appearance[/border] 5'11, light brown hair, brown eyes.
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #1d5cb6;]Personality[/border] Aevar is a steadfast individual willing to stand up for those he knows will do the same for him. If there is one thing that he cannot stand, is someone lying about their motives or lying to gain power. However, that doesn't mean he won't tell people that he is willing to use them to obtain his own goals. While he may seem just, he is rather neutral, he will do what he must to accomplish his goal. That being said, he is often light-hearted, though if someone wrongs him and he believes his cause is just he will hold that grudge.
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #1d5cb6;]History[/border] Aevar grew up in a rather lavish lifestyle, he was born as the son of the Morava Sovereign. He always had the best education and martial training that a sovereign-to-be should have. He was taught about the two other kingdoms. When he was younger, he didn't think too much about justice and how things should be handled. Though as he grew up he started to see that not all actions needed to end in death. Upon him learning his mother was a false sovereign, he went to confront her to see if the rumors were true. His mother then swiftly threw him out of the palace with nothing but the weapon he had on him and the armor on his back.
On that day he swore that he would return and claim his throne even if that meant killing his mother to do so. He felt like the throne was taken from him and left looking for a means to take his revenge. So he decide that he was going to seek out the True Sovereign as a means to accomplish his goal. Seeing that as the best way and the quickest way to reclaim his throne. He took odd jobs here and there while on his search listening for rumors of anyone that seemed to meet the requirements of the True Sovereign.
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #1d5cb6;]Weapon(s)[/border] A halberd.[/border][/border][/border][/tab][tab=MYARA][border=0; margin: auto; height: 630px; width: 860px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; display: flex;][border=0; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background: url(https://i.postimg.cc/pdkLJFqw/2.jpg); background-position: 55% 15%;][/border][border=0; margin-left: 10px; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; overflow: hidden;][border=0; height: 580px; width: 400px; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 80px; text-align: center; color: #544497; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Eczar';][border=0; font-size: 50px; text-decoration: underline; color: #241B49;]The Sellsword[/border][border=0; font-size: 40px; color: #BD5133;]Myara Etyana Valar[/border][border=0; font-size: 30px; font-weight: bold;]Female - 28 - Gay[/border]
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #241B49;]Appearance[/border] With her unnaturally pale hair and glowing amber eyes, Myara would be unnerving to look at without the full armor and the longsword she is never seen without.
At 5'4 and with a rather stocky build, she is what you might call a power package- meaning a lot of strength packed into a deceptively small container.
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #241B49;]Personality[/border] Silent, grim and intimidating, the sellsword doesn't believe in small talk or wasted breath, refusing to use a full sentence when a single word will suffice, or a word when a gesture or grunt will do.
She believes in business first and isn't the friendliest type, appearing not to be in possession of a sense of humor. But she is professional, dedicated and efficient, and (unsurprisingly) very good at her job.
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #241B49;]History[/border] Born and raised in the merciless kingdom of Torrent, Myara's story is a common one: her parents were poor and, to supplement their income and at the same time be rid of the drain represented by their child, she was given to the army at the tender age of twelve.
The Torrential Army was famous for its training and the ruthlessness of its child soldiers, and though the experience was anything but pleasant it did teach her essential skills- strength, endurance, combat-, for the ones who didn't break became sharp as folded steel; living, breathing weapons.
After several successful and extremely bloody campaigns, Myara was smart enough to know to get out. She didn't have the temperament for captaincy, and staying a lowly grunt meant she had a remaining life expectancy of about three to five more years if she was lucky.
At twenty-three, she left the army and began to offer her skills as a sword-for-hire. The tasks varied from the ridiculously mundane to the insanely dangerous, but she was skilled enough to handle them all, and smart enough to charge her clients accordingly.
One day, however, a bunch of ruffians she'd previously taught a lesson to decided to get even, and they ambushed her in the woods. Caught off-guard and thoroughly outnumbered, the odds were looking unusually bleak when a passing stranger came to her aid.
After lending his assistance and effectively saving her life, Myara felt honor-bound to repay him and swore to stay by his side until she had either squared away her debt or died trying- they've been travelling together since.
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #241B49;]Weapon(s)[/border] She still carries her army-issued longsword to this day. The blade, of far better crafstmanship than that of the average soldier, was given to her as a reward for valor in the field.
She also carries a handful of small additional daggers concealed about her body.[/border][/border][/border][/tab][tab=JULIAN][border=0; margin: auto; height: 630px; width: 860px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; display: flex;][border=0; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background: url('https://i.postimg.cc/V6rrW0RL/rogue.png'); background-position: 50% 10%; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color: #ffffff;][/border][border=0; margin-left: 10px; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; overflow: hidden;][border=0; height: 580px; width: 400px; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 80px; text-align: center; color: #c59566; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Eczar';][border=0; font-size: 60px; text-decoration: underline; color: #54352f;]The Thief[/border][border=0; font-size: 40px; color: #88c4e1;]Julian Valerius IIIrd[/border][border=0; font-size: 30px; font-weight: bold;]Male - 25 - Straight[/border]
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #54352f;]Appearance[/border] Standing 6 feet tall, lithe, athletic and reasonably muscular, Julian is easy on the eyes, and he knows it.
Excessively vain, he takes better care of his hair than the average noblewoman, accessorizing in the mirror each morning and going so far even as to pluck his eyebrows.
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #54352f;]Personality[/border] Flighty, flirty, and infuriating beyond belief, it's all but impossible to get him to take anything seriously.
He's all about instant gratification and doing what he wants and, to him, things like rules, responsabilities, and doing the right thing are all just unnecessary obstacles to enjoying yourself and living a happy life.
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #54352f;]History[/border] As is often the case, Julian's flamboyant facade is really just a front for deep-seated resentment and insecurity.
Though most believe his name to be a fabrication, taken on the same way so many thieves do to make themselves seem important and high-born, in his case he comes by the aristocratic affect naturally, actually being heir to one of the many noble houses in Morava's decadent and corrupted court. Or at least he was.
Due to machinations and intrigue and the capricious nature of their ruler, the House of Valerius fell out of favor with Queen Iselde when Julian was still a child, and he went from being a member of a respected and envied family to being a social pariah. His parents squandered the Valerius fortune trying to get back into Iselde's good graces, and by the time Julian was a teenager they were penniless and forced out of their house.
Julian adapted quickly, strong survival instincts pushing him to acquire new knowledge and new skills. He soon distanced himself from his family as he became one of the most proficient thieves in Morava's capital city, but in spite of this he never did choose to drop his name or the remainder of his aristocratic pretense.
Eventually, fate brought about an encounter with an old childhood friend- none other than the Heir of Morava who, hellbent on revenge and reclaiming his throne, convinced Julian to join him on his quest with promises of riches beyond counting and the chance of sticking it to everyone who ever screwed them over.
It didn't take much convincing.
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #54352f;]Weapon(s)[/border] Many different daggers of all shapes and sizes are both visible and concealed about his person.[/border][/border][/border][/tab][tab=ANTIGONE][border=0; margin: auto; height: 630px; width: 860px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; display: flex;][border=0; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background: url('https://i.postimg.cc/hPXQkJPd/Antigone.jpg'); background-position: 55% 30%][/border][border=0; margin-left: 10px; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; overflow: hidden;][border=0; height: 580px; width: 400px; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 80px; text-align: center; color: #56483a; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Eczar';][border=0; font-size: 40px; text-decoration: underline; color: #5a8e05;]The Female Druid[/border][border=0; font-size: 30px; color: #a55304;]Antigone[/border][border=0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold;]Female - 29 - Straight[/border]
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #a55304;]Appearance[/border] 5'8. Long red hair, hazel eyes, and blue tattoos across her shoulders and down her arms.
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #a55304;]Personality[/border] Antigone is protective, resourceful and maternal. She doesn’t give a toss about what people think of her. As far as she is concerned, other people’s opinions are none of her business. Underlying her maternal drive is a cutthroat nature that rears it’s head when her nearest and dearest are threatened.
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #a55304;]History[/border] Antigone was born Lady Imogen Fletchborne, the only daughter of Lord & Lady Fletchborne, ranking nobility in the kingdom of Morava. This is something she doesn’t ever divulge if she can help. Stories of their depravities have spread far and wide, and the rumors don’t hardly match the reality of what she saw growing up. Her childhood was miserable, and desperately lacking for genuine paternal affection and guidance.
When she was young, she discovered an affinity for plant magic, and a connection with animals. When she told her parents, they tried to turn her gifts to their own use. She refused to have a hand in anything to do with hurting innocent people. At the tender age of 8, she ran away from home. She tried again at the age of 8 and a half, then 9, and finally, when she was 10, she succeeded. She hid herself the deep forest, covered in tree roots she grew to hide herself. She didn’t dare to venture out of her hiding spot for nearly a week, and when she did, she was faint with hunger. A group of travelling druids found her, nursed her back to health, and trained her. For the past few years, she has felt the earth become increasingly unsettled, and has recently left the druid circle to find out its cause.
On that day he swore that he would return and claim his throne even if that meant killing his mother to do so. He felt like the throne was taken from him and left looking for a means to take his revenge. So he decide that he was going to seek out the True Sovereign as a means to accomplish his goal. Seeing that as the best way and the quickest way to reclaim his throne. He took odd jobs here and there while on his search listening for rumors of anyone that seemed to meet the requirements of the True Sovereign.
[border=0; font-size: 20px; text-decoration: underline; color: #a55304;]Weapon(s)[/border] She carries a bladed staff, which is capable of using, but her true ability lies in her plant magic. She an also create a bond with up to 3 animals at a time. She can release the animal, but can’t immediately replace it with another and must wait at least 3 days for the break inside her to heal. The closer the bond, the longer she has to wait. Currently, she shares a bond with a mouse, to give her access to small areas and information, a large, white wolf to help her hunt, and a bear, for protection.[/border][/border][/border][/tab][tab=AGATHON][border=0; margin: auto; height: 630px; width: 860px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; display: flex;][border=0; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background: url('https://i.postimg.cc/Gpby5d78/Agathon.jpg'); background-position: 55% 30%][/border][border=0; margin-left: 10px; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; overflow: hidden;][border=0; height: 580px; width: 400px; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 80px; text-align: center; color: #e5ac93; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Eczar';][border=0; font-size: 40px; text-decoration: underline; color: #070707;]The Male Druid[/border][border=0; font-size: 30px; color: #a13405;]Agathon[/border][border=0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold;]Male - 26 - Bisexual[/border]
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #a13405;]Appearance[/border] Crowned by a thick mop of red hair to match his sister's, with brilliant light brown eyes that quite resemble caramel, Agathon boasts a rather handsome visage. His elegant features allude to the noble lineage he conceals, marked by a strong, square jaw, high cheekbones, a somewhat snubbed nose, and fine, supple lips. He stands at 5'10 with a lean, well-muscled physique, one that does not lack in formidability what it does in brawn!
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #a13405;]Personality[/border] Agathon's wit serves as the basis of his nature. A sly, silver-tongued man, he has a knack for talking his way out of... just about whatever his somewhat reckless, audacious attitude gets him into. He can come across as rather laissez-faire, with a seemingly complete disregard for consequence, but what that foolish valor conceals is quite the opposite. See, beneath that easy-going, carefree demeanor lies a roiling sea of emotion. Agathon, truly, is quite a sensitive soul--he is compassionate and empathetic, almost to a fault, with a strong sense of morality that drives him to impulsivity. For this same reason, he can also be rather unforgiving and stubborn, especially when those he loves (namely, his sister) are harmed or wronged. He is also the brooding type, not one of thin-skin by any means, but will self-isolate should he feel considerably hurt, offended or just generally low (moods of which he is quite prone to). He often sorts through his emotions this way: internally, and independently, though he will wear himself thin before he allows another to do so. He is also much less confident than he portrays, haunted by a childhood where neither he nor his sister could amount to his parents' high, cruel expectations.
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #a13405;]History[/border] Agathon remembers the day his sister's magic finally manifested, and how his family tried to bend her to their brutal will. He was merely a toddler, a good three years younger than Antigone, but the recollection still haunts him with a merciless clarity. As do each of her numerous attempts to flee their cruel home, and how their parents reacted. It founds the profound, unfaltering admiration and fidelity Agaton feels for his sister; why, on the night of her final, successful attempt, he decided to follow her. He remembers little of that near-week in the woods, watching her as she disguised herself in roots of her own creation, while he hunkered in the midst of nearby bushes himself. When she finally ventured out, he made sure to stick close behind, revealing himself when a group of druids threatened to whisk her away and tear them apart forever. He changed his name, like her; joined the druids, right by her side, and plunged his past into the same secrecy she adheres to. Under their watchful care, Agathon came into his own magic: of elements. He finds he can conjure small flames, droplets of water, and shift a breeze here and there, but he it appears more of a party-trick to him than something to utilize in battle. Yet, plant magic? He finds he has none of, as if every drop of such a strain in his blood went right to his sister. Not that he minds; for him, magic is only another haunting reminder of his parents' cruelty. When Antigone departed the Druids to discover the reason behind the earth's upset, he followed in her stead, not quite caring where he ends up, so long as he remains abreast of her.
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #a13405;]Weapon(s)[/border] While he possesses elemental magic, it remains admittedly weak. Thus, he relies mostly on his spear, and an arsenal of daggers he keeps fitted across his body for easy access.[/border][/border][/border][/tab][tab=NIMUE][border=0; margin: auto; height: 630px; width: 860px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; display: flex;][border=0; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background: url('https://i.postimg.cc/Pq60Lf01/Nimue.jpg'); background-position: 55% 30%][/border][border=0; margin-left: 10px; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; overflow: hidden;][border=0; height: 580px; width: 400px; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 80px; text-align: center; color: #e5ac93; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Eczar';][border=0; font-size: 40px; text-decoration: underline; color: #762604;]The Oracle[/border][border=0; font-size: 30px; color: #537496;]Nimue[/border][border=0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold;]Female - 22 - Bisexual[/border]
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #537496;]Appearance[/border] Crowned by a thick mop of red hair to match his sister's, with brilliant light brown eyes that quite resemble caramel, Agathon boasts a rather handsome visage. His elegant features allude to the noble lineage he conceals, marked by a strong, square jaw, high cheekbones, a somewhat snubbed nose, and fine, supple lips. He stands at 5'10 with a lean, well-muscled physique, one that does not lack in formidability what it does in brawn!
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #537496;]Personality[/border] Nimue is a very level headed type person. She tries to be as fair and gentle as possible despite what goes on in her head and the crippling amount of knowledge she holds. She tries to have a very kind and nurturing demeanor, but can be a gruesome sight to behold when she is enraged. Nimue is very hospitable and does what she can to help others. She had a hard time telling people what she knows. She knows that even if she were to share information about ones fate, she cannot control what path they go down.
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #537496;]History[/border] Nimue doesn't remember how old she is or where she came from. All she knows is she has lived by Logres Lake her entire life plagued with anger and rage. When she was young, an old crone named Maghra, who lived by the lakeside took her in as her own. Nimue lived inside the ladies mansion and stayed after she had died. Before Maghra died, she was able to harness her rage and emotions. Nimue became a very nurturing but anxious individual.
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #537496;]Weapon(s)[/border] The Ability To Drive Someone Telepathically to Madness At The Cost of Her Sleep, She Struggles Heavily With Insomia.[/border][/border][/border][/tab][tab=AENWYN][border=0; margin: auto; height: 630px; width: 860px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; display: flex;][border=0; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background: url('https://i.postimg.cc/FKcDvrN9/Aenwyn.jpg'); background-position: 55% 30%][/border][border=0; margin-left: 10px; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; overflow: hidden;][border=0; height: 580px; width: 400px; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 80px; text-align: center; color: #7C6605; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Eczar';][border=0; font-size: 40px; text-decoration: underline; color: #4a2003;]The Healer[/border][border=0; font-size: 30px; color: #4b6884;]Aenwyn[/border][border=0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold;]Female - 97 - Gay[/border]
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #4b6884;]Personality[/border] Blunt to the point of barbed, Aenwyn does little to hide that she expects all of them to die of idiocy. She cares--too much she’d say--to let it happen, so she’s often giving tonics to the group to help them recover or keep them well. (ie “That cold you had last month, well I hear a wheeze in your breathing. Take this.”) At the same time, she’s perfectly willing to paralyze someone temporarily to treat them. There isn't any hiding of injuries around her. She’s not someone to relax or let things go, instead, she’s often working with her herbs for better solutions or trying to learn spells to protect the idiots before they get hurt.
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #4b6884;]History[/border] Raised in a family of healers, Aenwyn started healing young. It was usually scrapes and bruises of other children and broken bones as she aged. Her life was carefree, only being called into the clinic for training, the rest of it was spent playing in the woods with the other children. They could go further with her, as their parents trusted her to be able to help if anything happened.
It was wonderful until a sickness spread throughout the town. Healing magic can’t cure sicknesses. It can heal the damage to the body, and try to support the organs, but the illness itself is strengthened by healing magic if used. Soon, the sickness was throughout town. It was as if a body would expel everything it had, through vomiting or diarrhea. And anyone who helped caught it. Aenwyn was forbidden to help. She and the other children were told to stay in the woods, to isolate them from the town. But sometimes one of the children would get sick. And they’d have to go to town to be treated, but they never returned. Aenwyn was only 65 years old, but soon the sickness had spread throughout the town with only a few dozen of the children left. A monkey, a companion of a druidic child, who carried messages between the two groups confirmed it. Along with the adults’ last message, to leave, abandon the city.
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #4b6884;]Weapon(s)[/border] A bo staff; she might not be as strong as the warriors, but she’s not stupid enough to just carry a stick. She can still channel her magic through it, even in two pieces.[/border][/border][/border][/tab][tab=MARNIE][border=0; margin: auto; height: 630px; width: 860px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; display: flex;][border=0; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background: url('https://i.postimg.cc/hGbZxDw2/Marnie.jpg'); background-position: 55% 30%][/border][border=0; margin-left: 10px; height: 600px; width: 400px; border: 5px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; overflow: hidden;][border=0; height: 580px; width: 400px; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 80px; text-align: center; color: #ffb3b3; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Eczar';][border=0; font-size: 40px; text-decoration: underline; color: #660033;]The Sorceress[/border][border=0; font-size: 30px; color: #009999;]Marnie Sapphire[/border][border=0; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold;]Female - 21 - Bisexual[/border]
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #009999;]Appearance[/border] Marnie is half waterelf, half human. She is 5’8” and 59kg. Her skin is a light teal colour and her hair is a mixture of sapphire and light blue with coral pink streaks running through it. Her ears are webbed, helping her to hear even the quietest of sounds.
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #009999;]Personality[/border] Marnie is a very profoundly thoughtful, existential person who may come across as aloof in her moments of deep thought. But don’t let this scare you away, when not thinking about magic, her past or how her and the mercenary group are going to take down the False Sovereigns, Marnie is a very friendly, sweet and empathetic person who, just as she is thoughtful about her work, is just as thoughtful about people. Whenever you need help or a shoulder to lean on, Marnie is the one who should come to mind first and foremost. She’s an incredibly good listener, understanding that sometimes people don’t need advice, they may just need the company of a listening ear, a hug and a few perfectly placed witty jokes to make them smile. But don’t mistake her kindness for naivety, she is an intelligent woman with the know how to spot liars and those who have nefarious intentions.
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #009999;]History[/border] Marnie was born to a waterelf lord and a human servant. Her pregnant mother was exiled from the lord’s town and forced to live in a faraway forest village until she gave birth. This village is where Marnie grew up and where she learnt sorcery, and her mother learnt how to bake, to earn money for food and necessities. Her childhood was simple and modest, but happy. She had many friends amongst the villages children and spent any time that she was not working using her magic to entertain them.
As a teenager, her beloved village was pillaged. Many homes were looted and burnt to the ground and villagers and her friends were killed where they stood. Marnie escaped, but only due to her adolescent endurance. Her mother was missing for many years after this event and Marnie spent all of this time trying to find her. But she had no idea if her mother was even alive. Only hope of hugging her mother once again kept her mission alive. To this day Marnie is still searching for her mother, hoping that one day they will be reunited and she will be able to tell her about all of the adventures she has been on.
[border=0; font-size: 25px; text-decoration: underline; color: #009999;]Weapon(s)[/border] Twisted oak and birch staff adorned with holly, feathers, ribbons and beads.[/border][/border][/border][/tab][/tabs]
What is that?
Uh sure why not lol
i may or may not have been in an Rp with Sero at one point or another XD
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Why not? Thanks!
Thanks you
-tosses- Here, have a code!
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Thanks you
Ayama I'll take a code, as long as it's simple to use, and you enjoy making it.
Why on earth is the first post so hard? I should probably rewrite that, but I haven't. So, yeah, posted?
Her cs was so easy to write, and then I'm staring at the google docs going...huh, where do I even start? Pulling teeth is an excellent description.
Right? It's weird, Vail's first post just sort of fell out me. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am and DONE.
Why on earth is the first post so hard? I should probably rewrite that, but I haven't. So, yeah, posted?
