Fantasy The Rising of Mystica

[CalamariDaddy]

Name: Damon Siskind


Age: 18


Gender: Male


Role: Traveling Merchant/Thief


Skills: -Knows how to charm people


-Can read into people and picks up easily on how to manipulate them


-Knows how to stay hidden/infiltrate


-Somehow can never get diabetes from his diet that's almost exclusively sweets


-Has a weirdly good singing voice


-Has strange enchanted wares (Though hardly knows how most of them work)


-Can buy and sell souls only if the other party is willing (For no particular reason other than the gems he stores them in look pretty)


Weapons: A dagger that takes souls on contact (Again, only if the other person is willing)

Spoiler

Race: Human


Alt. Appearance: None


Personality: Damon is an incredibly calm guy, almost never being the center of a verbal conflict. He is slow to anger, if he can even get angry, and it seems nothing can break past his cool exterior. Danger doesn't seem to faze him in the slightest, and he almost would seem bored in the event of a near-death situation. Despite his friendly personality and sweet words, one can get the sense that Damon is always trying to take advantage of you. Everyone has something he wants, and he'll con people out of things just for the fun of it. When it comes to straight up thieving, however, he'll only steal jewelry or food. And not just any food: sweet food. This man has a sweet tooth beyond anything you thought was possible. He's an absolute glutton and proud of it, usually stashing his finds in his cloak or just in his mouth. He's prone to singing to himself, often times singing folk songs or even songs in languages he doesn't know. On occasion, he'll find himself singing when he's supposed to remain stealthy, though he can manage to catch himself before anyone notices. While Damon finds it easy to form relationships, he can never quite keep them. Any romance or friendship spells trouble for him, and he breaks off as soon as he can, often with little remorse.


History: Damon grew up with a poorer family that could never really afford to take care of him, so he took it upon himself to get away from there and make a life for himself. Unfortunately, he had to turn to thieving, getting branded as a criminal in certain far off villages before he got good enough to not get caught. His experiences early in life have given him the tendency to hoard food, and it seems he'll never quite grow out of that. After taking so many things he doesn't want or need, he has become a merchant of his many stolen goods.

 

[Spazzycat101]

Written appearance: She stands just barely at five feet ten inches, and she is of light and speedy build. Her long, reddish-brown hair falls down in front of her face often, causing her to french-braid it back. The color is complemented by her green clothing, letting it stand out all the more. Her eyes are a stunning green, almost shimmering in bright light. While her face often does not look the most inviting, her eyes are a warm contrast to that.


Name: Adelia Grove


Age: 17


Gender: F


Race: Elf (magick user)


Role: Rogue, potentially villager


Skills:


~Skilled huntress


~Skilled tracker


~Trained (but not enhanced) senses


~Typically clumsy in a townlike/crowded environment


~Graceful when given a forest-like environment


~Skilled gymnast (minor acrobatics)


~Minor manipulation over plants (magick)


Weapons: While hunting, she will use the daggers depicted. (The rightmost one has no forked tip)


Alt appearance: N/a


Personality: She is observant and quick to assume, but is a little more strategic in her actions. Her intents are usually mischievous and much like practical jokes, but they often serve her well in the long-run. She likes keeping a mysterious, unknown air about her and isn't a great one for social interaction, often coming off as harsh, sarcastic and rude. She does, however, host a soft spot for music and art.


History: This is to be revealed throughout the RP.


Other?: Nya~


I'll not be able to join immediately. Sorry... I'll try to do so as soon as I'm able, though.

 

[Sherlockian]

Name:


Anwen Matthews


"And don't forget it."





Age:


21


"You expected me to be older, am I right?"





Gender:


Female


"Why does that even matter?"





Role:


Guard


"I will protect this village until my last breath."





Skills:


Anwen is a dead shot with a bow and arrow, her accuracy is always spot on. This is also reflected in her ability to wield daggers, which she throws with the same precision. Although there looks to be nothing of her, she is agile and quick and has extremely quick reflexes.


Although her primary weapon of choice is her bow, she has the upper body strength to wield a blade on close quarters, though she is not as skilled in this art.


Honesty, it's a skill when Anwen manages to use it so effectively. She never holds back.


"I'd watch your back. I look small, but I'm deadly."





Weapons:


Intricately carved bow and eagle-feather tipped arrows, with a quiver. Anwen carves her own arrows, but her father crafted the bow and quiver.


Daggers, concealed on her person out of sight.


Sword, a simple, but sharp blade with a plain hilt and pommel.


"As if y'd know what to do with anything of these."


Race:


Human, although many generations back there was a touch of Faerie in her bloodline.


"There is something different about me."


Personality:


Anwen is a hard and cold individual. Often she is closed off and prefers to remain alone, away from the company of others. This isn't to say that she doesn't like people, but unfortunately her rudeness and distant personality does not endear many people to her. More often than not she has a scowl on her face. Surprisingly when she does interact with others, she has a brilliant sense of humour, choosing to be as sarcastic as possible, even though this can come across quite brutal and harsh at times. She is fiercely loyal to those people who she deems her 'friends' and also to the village that she defends and once you have seen through the tough exterior, she will do anything in her power to ensure you are safe. Anwen has been known to have a temper which is quick to ignite, especially if it is something that she believes strongly in. More recently she has attempted to open up and try to lessen her coldness.


"Still want to be my friend?"


History:


Anwen never knew her mother. That sounds peculiar right? Well just after Anwen was born, her mother upped and left without a single word. She bundled her child in a blanket, placed her in a wicker basket and left her on the doorstep of the child's father. Her parents had been unwed when she was conceived, her father a member of the village guard. Although her mother had told him nothing of her pregnancy when he opened the door that night to the mewling child, he took her in without question.


He loved his daughter unconditionally, doting on her completely. Whilst he remained a guard, Anwen was raised to be a fighter. He taught her to protect herself and then others. His duties meant that he was constantly busy, but his standing in the village encouraged other members to raise the child like their own. Anwen grew up having several sets of parents that each cared for her, until the whole village knew the feisty girl with the wave of brown hair who was a dead shot with a bow and arrow.


Then on a routine patrol, her father disappeared. Suspected dead, they sent out search parties to find him, but nothing was ever uncovered. Anwen was devastated and retreated into herself, appearing cold and hardened to what had happened. She was fifteen years old. Although the village continued to raise her, she slowly became more and more independent. It became apparent that she intended to follow her father's footsteps and two years ago she joined the guards. Although young, she shows spirit and willing as well as determination to protect others from what she went through with her father.


Other?:


Anwen has a weird affinity with animals. They seek her out for comfort or aid. She cannot speak with them, but they trust her unconditionally. This is linked to the distant Faerie blood in her family.

 

[explosiveKitten]

Name: Damon Siskind


Age: 18


Gender: Male


Role: Traveling Merchant/Thief


Skills: -Knows how to charm people


-Can read into people and picks up easily on how to manipulate them


-Knows how to stay hidden/infiltrate


-Somehow can never get diabetes from his diet that's almost exclusively sweets


-Has a weirdly good singing voice


-Has strange enchanted wares and can barter for souls


Weapons: A dagger

Spoiler

Race: Human


Alt. Appearance: None


Personality: Damon is an incredibly calm guy, almost never being the center of a verbal conflict. He is slow to anger, if he can even get angry, and it seems nothing can break past his cool exterior. Danger doesn't seem to faze him in the slightest, and he almost would seem bored in the event of a near-death situation. Despite his friendly personality and sweet words, one can get the sense that Damon is always trying to take advantage of you. Everyone has something he wants, and he'll con people out of things just for the fun of it. When it comes to straight up thieving, however, he'll only steal jewelry or food. And not just any food: sweet food. This man has a sweet tooth beyond anything you thought was possible. He's an absolute glutton and proud of it, usually stashing his finds in his cloak or just in his mouth. He's prone to singing to himself, often times singing folk songs or even songs in languages he doesn't know. On occasion, he'll find himself singing when he's supposed to remain stealthy, though he can manage to catch himself before anyone notices. While Damon finds it easy to form relationships, he can never quite keep them. Any romance or friendship spells trouble for him, and he breaks off as soon as he can, often with little remorse.


History: Damon grew up with a poorer family that could never really afford to take care of him, so he took it upon himself to get away from there and make a life for himself. Unfortunately, he had to turn to thieving, getting branded as a criminal in certain far off villages before he got good enough to not get caught. His experiences early in life have given him the tendency to hoard food, and it seems he'll never quite grow out of that. After taking so many things he doesn't want or need, he has become a merchant of his many stolen goods.


He looks good. Don't get into any trouble, okay Damon? Otherwise Angie's gonna kick your booty to the moon.


He's accepted.

Written appearance: She stands just barely at five feet ten inches, and she is of light and speedy build. Her long, reddish-brown hair falls down in front of her face often, causing her to french-braid it back. The color is complemented by her green clothing, letting it stand out all the more. Her eyes are a stunning green, almost shimmering in bright light. While her face often does not look the most inviting, her eyes are a warm contrast to that.


Name: Adelia Grove


Age: 17


Gender: F


Race: Elf, shapeshifter (magick user) (this can be changed if necessary)


Role: Rogue, potentially villager


Skills:


~Skilled huntress


~Skilled tracker


~Trained (but not enhanced) senses


~Typically clumsy in a townlike/crowded environment


~Graceful when given a forest-like environment


~Skilled gymnast (minor acrobatics)


Weapons: While hunting, she will use the daggers depicted. (The rightmost one has no forked tip)


Alt appearance:

She can only shapeshift into one animal, but is able to shift both partially and entirely. This can sway her judgement.


In her partially shifted form, she appears the same as usual, but she is smaller and lighter. Her fingers shorten and become slightly fuzzy, and in her fingertips she wields cat-like claws. Her eyes also change in color, and her legs just slightly in proportion, becoming more animal-like. She also attains cat's ears perched on the top of her head, her elvish ones having vanished, and she bears a fluffy striped tail, almost as long as she is tall.


Personality: She is observant and quick to assume, but is a little more strategic in her actions. Her intents are usually mischievous and much like practical jokes, but they often serve her well in the long-run. She likes keeping a mysterious, unknown air about her and isn't a great one for social interaction, often coming off as harsh, sarcastic and rude. She does, however, host a soft spot for music and art.


When she shifts her form, she can become more rash in her actions, but no less calculating. She is quicker to act, and is a little more straightforward with her actions and intentions. She does gain a good deal of speed, though, and her senses are heightened only then.


History: This is to be revealed throughout the RP.


Other?: Nya~


I'll not be able to join immediately. Sorry... I'll try to do so as soon as I'm able, though.

I love this idea of her... But I'm going to have to think over her alternate kitty form... If you wanted you could make a Mew'ki which is basically a neko... I dunno, I'll have to think it over. But otherwise, she is acceptable.

Name:


Anwen Matthews


"And don't forget it."





Age:


21


"You expected me to be older, am I right?"





Gender:


Female


"Why does that even matter?"





Role:


Guard


"I will protect this village until my last breath."





Skills:


Anwen is a dead shot with a bow and arrow, her accuracy is always spot on. This is also reflected in her ability to wield daggers, which she throws with the same precision. Although there looks to be nothing of her, she is agile and quick and has extremely quick reflexes.


Although her primary weapon of choice is her bow, she has the upper body strength to wield a blade on close quarters, though she is not as skilled in this art.


Honesty, it's a skill when Anwen manages to use it so effectively. She never holds back.


"I'd watch your back. I look small, but I'm deadly."





Weapons:


Intricately carved bow and eagle-feather tipped arrows, with a quiver. Anwen carves her own arrows, but her father crafted the bow and quiver.


Daggers, concealed on her person out of sight.


Sword, a simple, but sharp blade with a plain hilt and pommel.


"As if y'd know what to do with anything of these."


Race:


Human, although many generations back there was a touch of Faerie in her bloodline.


"There is something different about me."


Personality:


Anwen is a hard and cold individual. Often she is closed off and prefers to remain alone, away from the company of others. This isn't to say that she doesn't like people, but unfortunately her rudeness and distant personality does not endear many people to her. More often than not she has a scowl on her face. Surprisingly when she does interact with others, she has a brilliant sense of humour, choosing to be as sarcastic as possible, even though this can come across quite brutal and harsh at times. She is fiercely loyal to those people who she deems her 'friends' and also to the village that she defends and once you have seen through the tough exterior, she will do anything in her power to ensure you are safe. Anwen has been known to have a temper which is quick to ignite, especially if it is something that she believes strongly in. More recently she has attempted to open up and try to lessen her coldness.


"Still want to be my friend?"


History:


Anwen never knew her mother. That sounds peculiar right? Well just after Anwen was born, her mother upped and left without a single word. She bundled her child in a blanket, placed her in a wicker basket and left her on the doorstep of the child's father. Her parents had been unwed when she was conceived, her father a member of the village guard. Although her mother had told him nothing of her pregnancy when he opened the door that night to the mewling child, he took her in without question.


He loved his daughter unconditionally, doting on her completely. Whilst he remained a guard, Anwen was raised to be a fighter. He taught her to protect herself and then others. His duties meant that he was constantly busy, but his standing in the village encouraged other members to raise the child like their own. Anwen grew up having several sets of parents that each cared for her, until the whole village knew the feisty girl with the wave of brown hair who was a dead shot with a bow and arrow.


Then on a routine patrol, her father disappeared. Suspected dead, they sent out search parties to find him, but nothing was ever uncovered. Anwen was devastated and retreated into herself, appearing cold and hardened to what had happened. She was fifteen years old. Although the village continued to raise her, she slowly became more and more independent. It became apparent that she intended to follow her father's footsteps and two years ago she joined the guards. Although young, she shows spirit and willing as well as determination to protect others from what she went through with her father.


Other?:


Anwen has a weird affinity with animals. They seek her out for comfort or aid. She cannot speak with them, but they trust her unconditionally. This is linked to the distant Faerie blood in her family.

*cough* Katniss Everdeen *cough*


All jokes and movies I just saw today aside, I like her. She's accepted.

 

[Spazzycat101]

*cough* Katniss Everdeen *cough*
All jokes and movies I just saw today aside, I like her. She's accepted.

Actually, Snow White/Mary Margaret from Once Upon a Time. A show where they mashed up, like, every fairy tale that's ever passed through Disney's movies.

 

[Spazzycat101]

I love this idea of her... But I'm going to have to think over her alternate kitty form... If you wanted you could make a Mew'ki which is basically a neko... I dunno, I'll have to think it over. But otherwise, she is acceptable.

If I need to, though, I could make her magick a little bit less... Controllable. Harder to switch back and forth, less OP?

 

[explosiveKitten]

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Name: Oliver Harrow


Age: 22


Gender: Male


Role: Merchant


Skills:


• Bartering/Cheating people


• Skilled at Hand-to-Hand combat


• Expert Knife Fighter/Thrower


• Extreme Accuracy


• Very Fast and Agile


• Expert irritator


• High alcoholic tolerance


Weapons:


• Claws & Teeth


• Throwing Knives (x20)

Spoiler

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• Hunting Knives (x2)





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• Fists


Race: Werewolf


Alt appearance:





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Personality:


• Can be serious about things (Often isn't)


• Tricky/Cunning (Gotta be if you're a merchant these days)


• ... Does Drunk count as a personality trait


• Quick to fight


History: Oliver had an unusual childhood, becoming a werewolf at 3 does that to you. Abandoned in the woods, little boy Oliver was found by a pack of werewolves who had the complete intent to eat the boy... At least until Ollie grabbed onto one of the female wolves and did what tiny little baby people do... Cry. This sent the pack into a small panic as the child was attracting attention and the boy wouldn't let go. So the wolves ran and Ollie went with them... Cause he was still holding onto the wolfs leg (stubborn brat). In the end the pack decided to keep the brat and Ollie became a werewolf.


After a few years of growing up, and by a few I mean 9, Ollie traveled to the village of Mystica and made friends with some of the children and enemies with some of the adults. He even snuck into the palace to see the priss pants prince living inside and may or may not have caused a few annoyances too. Eventually Oliver "grew up" and set up a shop in the village to sell things for cash (no duh). But he was met with troubles. First of all a lot of people disliked him. That was an easy fix, loss prices and a few... "Deals" solved that problem quickly. Bandits and robbers were another problem. Luckily for him one of his pack mate was willing to teach Ollie how to use knives.


Currently Ollie is the resident merchant of Mystica and is the one people turn too for a good deal. However, Ollie discovered a wonderful thing called alcohol and is most often found drunk and it drinking. It's a wonder he hasn't drunk himself out of a job.


Other?: Is Bisexual so everyone look out!!!


Shop holds a ton of Werewolf artifacts that he obtains from his tribe, along with other objects of necessity


Keeps an eye on Doe when she wolfs out


OH SHIT RIGHT BISHOP IS HERE TOO


He accepted. Don't get in trouble.

[/QUOTE]

 

[Spazzycat101]

So, @explosiveKitten, I can change my character's magic, then jump in?

 

[explosiveKitten]

So, @explosiveKitten, I can change my character's magic, then jump in?

...MHM...

 

[Spazzycat101]

...MHM...

Edited, then.

 

[explosiveKitten]

Written appearance: She stands just barely at five feet ten inches, and she is of light and speedy build. Her long, reddish-brown hair falls down in front of her face often, causing her to french-braid it back. The color is complemented by her green clothing, letting it stand out all the more. Her eyes are a stunning green, almost shimmering in bright light. While her face often does not look the most inviting, her eyes are a warm contrast to that.


Name: Adelia Grove


Age: 17


Gender: F


Race: Elf (magick user)


Role: Rogue, potentially villager


Skills:


~Skilled huntress


~Skilled tracker


~Trained (but not enhanced) senses


~Typically clumsy in a townlike/crowded environment


~Graceful when given a forest-like environment


~Skilled gymnast (minor acrobatics)


~Minor manipulation over plants (magick)


Weapons: While hunting, she will use the daggers depicted. (The rightmost one has no forked tip)


Alt appearance: N/a


Personality: She is observant and quick to assume, but is a little more strategic in her actions. Her intents are usually mischievous and much like practical jokes, but they often serve her well in the long-run. She likes keeping a mysterious, unknown air about her and isn't a great one for social interaction, often coming off as harsh, sarcastic and rude. She does, however, host a soft spot for music and art.


History: This is to be revealed throughout the RP.


Other?: Nya~


I'll not be able to join immediately. Sorry... I'll try to do so as soon as I'm able, though.

Great. I'll go put her on the role list.

 

[Trombone Geek]

explosiveKitten, I put my second character in the same post as my first. Hope you could look over her whenever you got the time ^-^

 

[explosiveKitten]

Name: Rowan Whitethorn


Age: 8,469 (Looks 25)


Gender: Male


Role: Merchant


Skills:


- Hunter


- Swordsman


- Survivalist


Weapons:


- Twin swords

Spoiler

- Daggers






Race: Fae


Race Strengths:


- Enhanced speed


- Enhanced strength


- Heightened senses


- Fangs


- Magic (He has wind magic)


Personality:


- Calm


- Often cold and uncaring


- Blunt


- Unsocial


- Kind and caring (To loved ones)


- Cunning


- Intelligent


- Quiet


- Commanding


- Confident (Not overly so, just quietly sure of himself)


History:


Born into a life where he was cherished and loved by his young parents as their firstborn, Rowan had a happy start to life. With the extremely low fertility rate of the Fae, his parents had been trying for over 500 years, so they were overjoyed by his arrival. In his community he was pampered and became a bit of a brat, though he had a kind, social personality and he would never shut up. But although he had a happy start, that was all he would get for a while, as he was yanked out of that happy life when his parents were murdered and his docile village razed in the great Fae massacre millennia ago. He doesn't remember much, other than the frightened faces of his parents and the smell of burning skin. After that fateful day he was whisked away by a older Fae who had escaped the carnage, he lived with Elias until he was 100, before setting out on his own. Elias passed on soon after, as all old Fae do when they grow weary of physical life, as his last reason to stay was now all grown up and ready to explore the world, that kind old man passed with a smile on his face.


Rowan travelled round the world, seeing great wonders and the happy joys of life, but also the sad, tragic moments life took in exchange for happiness, he witnessed many horrific and heart-wrenching moments, but no matter what burdens he would hold in his heart, he always had a smile on his face for the blessings of happiness he sad alongside them. However there was one day when he stopped wearing that smile easily, stopped doing anything easily. He had found a human girl and fallen for her as she had fallen for him, and convinced she was his mate, he wed her. Contented with their love for each other they settled down in a small valley between two mountains, a town filled with smiling, happy and peaceful villagers. However life decided yet again to destroy all he held dear, except this time, it would be a hundred times worse. He was off in a different town when it happened, miles away, buying the finest silk he could find for the clothes his wife planned to knit for their unborn baby girl. Happy with his purchases he had headed home quickly, eager to see his wife again, then he had spotted the great black plumes of smoke rising between the mountains, a great smudge against the brilliant blue of the sky. Dropping his supplies he had sprinted home as quickly as his powerful legs could carry him, his heart like ice. When he had arrived home, he was too late, bandits had crossed hidden through the mountains and had decided to reduce the village to ashes. His wife and his unborn child were a burnt husk lying in front of their razed home. In his rage, he captured the men and gave them some of the most wicked and cruel deaths he had ever imagined in his long years. But it was not enough to fill the gaping hole in his chest, he was tempted to take his own life, but was bound by a promise Lyra had made him promise to keep long ago, that he would continue living if she died, and being cocky and believing he would protect her, he had agreed to make her happy. Now overwhelmed in grief, he wallowed in depression for well over 500 years, lingering in the broken village.


When he finally came out of his grief, but no longer the man he had been, he was now a man moulded in grief. Eventually he allowed himself to be happy again and resumed travelling round the world. Currently he is now a merchant of Mystica and a large supplier of meat for the village as he is cheap with his wares, not wanting for much.


Other:

Spoiler

Alright Dante he's accepted! Don't get in any trouble.