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You can keep your Godforsaken abominations. It is the Hari who are the chosen of the gods.
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I will! Though I still need approval before we really dive into all this racial tension.
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Excellent!
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Hellis! I'm going to throw some PM's your way with some character/world questions.
Consider them thrown!
Consider them thrown!
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A luni, A Tindra and shadowbourne walks into a bar. The Tindra drinks eeryone under the table, the shadowbourne gets spooked by the drunks and the Luni charges the entire bar for heresy.
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Two lumbering half-beings walk into a bar.
The chosen and superior Luni doesnt foolishly walk into an innanimate object.
The chosen and superior Luni doesnt foolishly walk into an innanimate object.
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Y'all are adorable. Working on a post.
Should I wait on Dylan? Nexus? LIMEY!?
I edited this as I read the OOC.
Should I wait on Dylan? Nexus? LIMEY!?
I edited this as I read the OOC.
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Hi Noxy-beautiful. Long time no speak.
i just sent in my first draft for Hellis to look at...so yay
i just sent in my first draft for Hellis to look at...so yay
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Hai Noxx! :D. Looking forward to the post. Just post. Grif will likely post before you. I hope dylan is still with us.
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Name: Evalyn Brightspear (She adopted the second name after being disowned.)
Age: Appears in her mid-twenties. Evalyn is actually over a century old.
Race: Luni-Hari
Sex: Female
Archetype: Subtle Spear (Rogue type, + DPS and Magic – Strength and Sturdy-ness)
Personality: A haughty individual with a great deal of self-confidence, Evalyn is often seen as abrasive, brash and arrogant. While none of these descriptors are inaccurate, there is of course more depth to the woman. She is haughty because of her single-minded devotion to self-betterment; she is self-confident because she struggles to trust others; she is abrasive because she has not has seen far more of the tedious and the evil in her lifetime and she is arrogant because she has done damn well at staying alive, when it seems that The Eladrur Twins fight over her every step.
Despite these qualities, Evalyn is a good, honest friend to have. She is fairer than one would expect of a Luni of her birth, and she seems willing to interact with certain races in a positive enough light as to become at least approachable. Put simply, if you happen to be Luni, Wild-elf or human you can expect Evalyn to openly accept your ideas. Unless you are Shadowborn or Mandi, there is a decent enough chance that she will simply be cold, as opposed to downright hateful.
Evalyn has a high respect for people she considers worthy: namely leaders, tutors or those who prove themselves worthy. She also puts a great deal of emphasis on respecting the gods. While she doesnt openly worship a single one, she pays respects to Suin, Hesele and the Twins.
Abilities: Refractomancy-The magic of mirrors: The only school of magic that Evalyn has learned, Refractomancy is a magic of manipulation and deception. By briefly meditating, Evalyn is able to create a perfect copy of herself, with the same clothes, movements and even weapons that she bares. These clones can even use these weapons and clothes to attack an enemy and, should they land a blow, would injure an opponent.
There are a number of weaknesses to this school of magic, however. For one, a single blow will shatter an illusion created by Refractomancy. Another is the time and concentration it takes to make a single illusion is unwieldy, and requires a bit of forethought, to use in a fight. Finally, The amount of illusions Evalyn has out at a time is limited by her physical condition. Each illusion is more draining than the last, with her current limit being 4.
Spear-dancer - Taught to her in the academies of Luni society and honed by a decade of travel and tutelage, Evalyn is a woman of incredible skill with a spear. She fights in a fluid, twisting style that is most easily associated with dancing. There is no magic to this way of fighting, she simply fights in a style that mesmerises and confuses opponents until a blow presents itself.
Now imagine four copies of the Elf-woman, dancing and crashing down the spear on a poor unsuspecting foe.
: First born child of one of Zrea’s most prominent Suin Warrior-Priests, as well as the Head Mage-Priestess of Hesele. The two were joined as part of an arranged marriage, which seemed to be a happy enough one. They conceived Evalyn at an unknown point, but even the line-less elf’s birth is stepped in excitement.
Evalyn was born during a strange time. An astrological event known as the Twins’ Zenith was occurring during the eve of her birth, an event that has the stars of each of the Eladrur Twins crown the moon in a near-perfect symmetry of each other. What makes the astrological event such a notable thing is that it is an event that is impossible to predict: There is no regular rhythm for the phenomenon. So from the very day that Evalyn was born, people began to take notice.
Her childhood was a very normal one, with her parents training her and hiring the best tutors they could to teach her a number of different schools of philosophy, religion and etiquette. For Evalyn’s father, that was enough. The young Hari thought otherwise though. She had spied her mother and father, both training as either warrior or mage, and quickly became enthralled with the concepts of magic and warfare. Evalyn’s mother decided to nurture this fascination, and hired additional tutors to teach both the arts of warfare and the mage.
Evalyn grew older over the decades, and soon she was of a marriageable age. Her father, it seems, had long been aware of the power that his daughter held in the courts as a bargaining chip, for she was beautiful, graceful and held a certain air of mystery surrounding her, thanks to the strange conditions surrounding her birth. He began to manoeuvre his position in the courts, so as to arrange a marriage for his only child.
In the mean times, Evalyn had reached the pinnacle of womanhood. She was no longer a child in any way, and she had taken greatly to her studies of warfare and magic: finding a delight in the tutelage her mother had won for her. Evalyn was much more skilled as a warrior than as a mage, which somewhat disappointed her mother, but the basics of Evalyn’s mage talents were on display, as she performed various apprentice level feats and could concentrate to generate reasonable amounts of mana.
In her 80th year, Evalyn requested that she be allowed to make a pilgrimage. While it is not uncommon for Luni who have come of age to take pilgrimages to the temples of Suin, Evalyn instead asked to make pilgrimage to the Temple of the Twins. Once again, it was her mother who doted on Evalyn, choosing to let compassion and curiosity grow. The Pilgrimage itself was uneventful, but Evalyn asked questions of the Eladrur Twins, and she received a strange, impossible to decipher image of Evalyn standing radiant and noble as any Luni warrior might, beside... Wild elves? And a dwarves? And humans?!
Evalyn kept the vision to herself when she returned from the pilgrimage, and it was at this point that Evalyn’s father introduced the knowledge that he’d found a potential suitor for Evalyn’s hand: The son of the Archpriest of the Suin. Evalyn took the news poorly. She had heard stories of the boy: about his womanising ways, and how he used the laurels of his father’s name to get his own way, and how he treated himself as his own god. The thought repulsed her, but her father insisted that she at least allow a period of courtship to occur.
For 6 years, the Archpriest’s son attempted to win Evalyn’s heart. He attempted with the use of gifts, and song, and the use of his father’s name. Evalyn remained unimpressed, but her father constantly reinforced the importance of the marriage to her, and encouraged her to give the failing suitor more and more chances.
After a while, enough became enough though. The Archpriest’s son mocked one of Evalyn’s tutors in the street, a middle-class Luni mage-scholar. The prideful Evalyn took extreme offence to the mockery of her tutor, and Evalyn challenged the Archpriest’s son to a duel; the boy foolishly accepted.
He was shamed by Evalyn, a superior fighter who’d trained for nearly a century of combat under some of the most elite tutors and warrior-priests. The boy was shamed in public, and the marriage proposal was withdrawn.
Evalyn and her father had a fearsome row over the entire debacle. She insulted him and defended her stance, while he did the reverse.
In the end, the two were beyond reconciliation. In the end, Evalyn packed up all her belongings and left everything behind: her family, her home, even her name. All of it abandoned, so that she might maintain her pride.
At first, Evalyn roamed through Zrea, hiding among the Luni underclasses. She quickly developed the basic skills that a person would need in order to survive on her own. She learned to cook and to hunt and to do jobs that, as an upper class Luni, would once have been deemed beneath her. She even had base interactions with some of the other races: humans mostly. The act of talking with them was, to her surprise, not horrific.
However, after a few months of living among the lower-class Luni in Zrea, word began to spread that her parents were looking for her. Evalyn had no desire to return to her father, and besides that, an adventurous spark had been lit in the woman's heart. She realised that she was so ignorant of the world, and quickly decided that the bride of some upper-class Luni idiot was beneath her.
So she left Zrea, and began to explore the surrounding regions, forever keeping her heritage and surname a secret. She travelled as part of caravans or alone at various points of the jo0urney, meeting new and different people each day. While most proved boring, the odd person of interest was enough to delight her and sate the ever hungering adventurous spark...temporarily, at least.
One day, during her travels through a large forest in one of Zrea's neighbours, Evalyn was confronted by a trio of Mandi slavers. They already had a Wild-elf in shackles, and it seems they had eyes for a second slave in the form of Evalyn.
They chose poorly.
Evalyn managed to kill all three of the poorly trained slavers, and she unshackled the captured Wild-elf. For Evalyn, it should have ended there. She intended to move onwards to Eleorna and perhaps beyond.
The Wild-elf did not feel the same. She followed Evalyn for well over ten minutes before the Luni woman shouted out at her stalker.
"What! What do you want with me?
"You save me. I want to take you to village, thank you. Make feast in honour."
Evalyn was stunned by the gesture. She expected the Wild-elf to be a creature of savagery and instinct, yet this woman had a genuine intelligence to her eyes.
Deciding to trust in the woman, she followed the elf to her home. The village was like a verdant haven. As soon as the Wild-elf told her story to the village mates, a great cheer broke through the village. The sudden mirth and reverie was more than enough to catch Evalyn by surprise, and soon she was swept up in the happy feast.
During the feast, Evalyn learned of the woman she had saved: a sorceress and a deeply interesting woman. Soon enough, Evalyn asked that the woman to teach her magic, and for a time Evalyn becomes a guest of the Wild-elves.
Times were good in the village. Evalyn learned sorcery from the woman he'd saved, and learned romance in the village also. She stayed in the village for a few years, until Evalyn had mastered the sorcery, and finally it became time for the Luni to move on. The times in the village had changed her perspective, but her dreams were haunted by the vision she received when she visited the temple of the twins.
The Wild-elf sorceress gifted the Luni with a small gift: a necklace made with a tooth that the pair had hunted together. In truth, Evalyn had a certain fondness for the Wild-elves, and her time with them further developed a certain level of respect for a few of the other races.
She continued her original journey towards Eleorna, with no real intent in mind except the stories of heroes that seemed to radiate from the region.
Inside Eleorna, Evalyn came across the gutted carcass of a dead village. Tracks from horses and the multitude of corpses indicated a raider attack, and the freshness of the carnage told a tale of terror that was very recent.
With no other objective, the Luni spearwoman followed the tracks with a mind for some sort of revenge for the village. Perhaps an odd act of kindness, or perhaps the sight of dead children can sway even the most cynical of hearts. Either way, a force immaterial seemed to compel her to get justice for the dead.
While her skills as a tracker were mediocre at best, Evalyn was easily able to track down the raiders: A group of a dozen men on horseback. Knowing that she would surely lose in a fair fight against twelve fighters, Evalyn waited until nightfall, before she struck.
As she waited, Evalyn started to weave her magic. By nightfall, the lone Spear wielder had company, as four glittering spears reflected the pale moonlight.
Evalyn snuck into the rudimentary camp of the raiders as the majority slept, and she worked to kill any raider she met quickly and silently. The first guard died when four spears pierced his body from behind. Then another guard fell, his heart pierced as he caught sight of a mysterious beauty in the distance. A fourth and a fifth died, playing a game of cards.
The sixth guard caused the issues. As she managed to slay the man, who took an illusion with him, his voice screamed out through the camp, awakening five angry raiders.
With the tables turned, the aggressing Evalyn was put onto the defensive, where she struggled. She took two more raiders out before she was pushed back, caught between a sheer cliff face and the three raiders.
The Luni was panting heavily from the night's exertions. She had fought hard and fought well, but it seemed she had made too many mistakes. The raid leader moved forward, towards the kill.
Suddenly, a whip was around his throat. The raid leader instantly fell to his knees, choking for breath. Suddenly, the jerk of the whip-woman's wrist had the raid leader's neck snap.
The other two raiders didn't stand a chance.
"So to what mercenary group do you belong, spearwoman? Very few would dare to take prey from the Silver leaves, after all."
Standing before Evalyn was a fearsome woman indeed. Isabelle G'oir of the Silver leaves...even a relatively new traveler to Eleorna would have heard mention of the Silver leaves, and Evalyn had apparently stolen their prey?
"No Guild, Silver leaf. I am but a traveller, following a path i can't begin to understand."
The whip-woman seemed amused by the response, and closed the distance between the pair.
"So how about walking A different path? One that comes with some guidance? Good fighters without a purpose...they are such a waste of talent, after all."
Country of Origin: Zrea, the religious epicentre of the world.
Evalyn was born during a strange time. An astrological event known as the Twins’ Zenith was occurring during the eve of her birth, an event that has the stars of each of the Eladrur Twins crown the moon in a near-perfect symmetry of each other. What makes the astrological event such a notable thing is that it is an event that is impossible to predict: There is no regular rhythm for the phenomenon. So from the very day that Evalyn was born, people began to take notice.
Her childhood was a very normal one, with her parents training her and hiring the best tutors they could to teach her a number of different schools of philosophy, religion and etiquette. For Evalyn’s father, that was enough. The young Hari thought otherwise though. She had spied her mother and father, both training as either warrior or mage, and quickly became enthralled with the concepts of magic and warfare. Evalyn’s mother decided to nurture this fascination, and hired additional tutors to teach both the arts of warfare and the mage.
Evalyn grew older over the decades, and soon she was of a marriageable age. Her father, it seems, had long been aware of the power that his daughter held in the courts as a bargaining chip, for she was beautiful, graceful and held a certain air of mystery surrounding her, thanks to the strange conditions surrounding her birth. He began to manoeuvre his position in the courts, so as to arrange a marriage for his only child.
In the mean times, Evalyn had reached the pinnacle of womanhood. She was no longer a child in any way, and she had taken greatly to her studies of warfare and magic: finding a delight in the tutelage her mother had won for her. Evalyn was much more skilled as a warrior than as a mage, which somewhat disappointed her mother, but the basics of Evalyn’s mage talents were on display, as she performed various apprentice level feats and could concentrate to generate reasonable amounts of mana.
In her 80th year, Evalyn requested that she be allowed to make a pilgrimage. While it is not uncommon for Luni who have come of age to take pilgrimages to the temples of Suin, Evalyn instead asked to make pilgrimage to the Temple of the Twins. Once again, it was her mother who doted on Evalyn, choosing to let compassion and curiosity grow. The Pilgrimage itself was uneventful, but Evalyn asked questions of the Eladrur Twins, and she received a strange, impossible to decipher image of Evalyn standing radiant and noble as any Luni warrior might, beside... Wild elves? And a dwarves? And humans?!
Evalyn kept the vision to herself when she returned from the pilgrimage, and it was at this point that Evalyn’s father introduced the knowledge that he’d found a potential suitor for Evalyn’s hand: The son of the Archpriest of the Suin. Evalyn took the news poorly. She had heard stories of the boy: about his womanising ways, and how he used the laurels of his father’s name to get his own way, and how he treated himself as his own god. The thought repulsed her, but her father insisted that she at least allow a period of courtship to occur.
For 6 years, the Archpriest’s son attempted to win Evalyn’s heart. He attempted with the use of gifts, and song, and the use of his father’s name. Evalyn remained unimpressed, but her father constantly reinforced the importance of the marriage to her, and encouraged her to give the failing suitor more and more chances.
After a while, enough became enough though. The Archpriest’s son mocked one of Evalyn’s tutors in the street, a middle-class Luni mage-scholar. The prideful Evalyn took extreme offence to the mockery of her tutor, and Evalyn challenged the Archpriest’s son to a duel; the boy foolishly accepted.
He was shamed by Evalyn, a superior fighter who’d trained for nearly a century of combat under some of the most elite tutors and warrior-priests. The boy was shamed in public, and the marriage proposal was withdrawn.
Evalyn and her father had a fearsome row over the entire debacle. She insulted him and defended her stance, while he did the reverse.
In the end, the two were beyond reconciliation. In the end, Evalyn packed up all her belongings and left everything behind: her family, her home, even her name. All of it abandoned, so that she might maintain her pride.
At first, Evalyn roamed through Zrea, hiding among the Luni underclasses. She quickly developed the basic skills that a person would need in order to survive on her own. She learned to cook and to hunt and to do jobs that, as an upper class Luni, would once have been deemed beneath her. She even had base interactions with some of the other races: humans mostly. The act of talking with them was, to her surprise, not horrific.
However, after a few months of living among the lower-class Luni in Zrea, word began to spread that her parents were looking for her. Evalyn had no desire to return to her father, and besides that, an adventurous spark had been lit in the woman's heart. She realised that she was so ignorant of the world, and quickly decided that the bride of some upper-class Luni idiot was beneath her.
So she left Zrea, and began to explore the surrounding regions, forever keeping her heritage and surname a secret. She travelled as part of caravans or alone at various points of the jo0urney, meeting new and different people each day. While most proved boring, the odd person of interest was enough to delight her and sate the ever hungering adventurous spark...temporarily, at least.
One day, during her travels through a large forest in one of Zrea's neighbours, Evalyn was confronted by a trio of Mandi slavers. They already had a Wild-elf in shackles, and it seems they had eyes for a second slave in the form of Evalyn.
They chose poorly.
Evalyn managed to kill all three of the poorly trained slavers, and she unshackled the captured Wild-elf. For Evalyn, it should have ended there. She intended to move onwards to Eleorna and perhaps beyond.
The Wild-elf did not feel the same. She followed Evalyn for well over ten minutes before the Luni woman shouted out at her stalker.
"What! What do you want with me?
"You save me. I want to take you to village, thank you. Make feast in honour."
Evalyn was stunned by the gesture. She expected the Wild-elf to be a creature of savagery and instinct, yet this woman had a genuine intelligence to her eyes.
Deciding to trust in the woman, she followed the elf to her home. The village was like a verdant haven. As soon as the Wild-elf told her story to the village mates, a great cheer broke through the village. The sudden mirth and reverie was more than enough to catch Evalyn by surprise, and soon she was swept up in the happy feast.
During the feast, Evalyn learned of the woman she had saved: a sorceress and a deeply interesting woman. Soon enough, Evalyn asked that the woman to teach her magic, and for a time Evalyn becomes a guest of the Wild-elves.
Times were good in the village. Evalyn learned sorcery from the woman he'd saved, and learned romance in the village also. She stayed in the village for a few years, until Evalyn had mastered the sorcery, and finally it became time for the Luni to move on. The times in the village had changed her perspective, but her dreams were haunted by the vision she received when she visited the temple of the twins.
The Wild-elf sorceress gifted the Luni with a small gift: a necklace made with a tooth that the pair had hunted together. In truth, Evalyn had a certain fondness for the Wild-elves, and her time with them further developed a certain level of respect for a few of the other races.
She continued her original journey towards Eleorna, with no real intent in mind except the stories of heroes that seemed to radiate from the region.
Inside Eleorna, Evalyn came across the gutted carcass of a dead village. Tracks from horses and the multitude of corpses indicated a raider attack, and the freshness of the carnage told a tale of terror that was very recent.
With no other objective, the Luni spearwoman followed the tracks with a mind for some sort of revenge for the village. Perhaps an odd act of kindness, or perhaps the sight of dead children can sway even the most cynical of hearts. Either way, a force immaterial seemed to compel her to get justice for the dead.
While her skills as a tracker were mediocre at best, Evalyn was easily able to track down the raiders: A group of a dozen men on horseback. Knowing that she would surely lose in a fair fight against twelve fighters, Evalyn waited until nightfall, before she struck.
As she waited, Evalyn started to weave her magic. By nightfall, the lone Spear wielder had company, as four glittering spears reflected the pale moonlight.
Evalyn snuck into the rudimentary camp of the raiders as the majority slept, and she worked to kill any raider she met quickly and silently. The first guard died when four spears pierced his body from behind. Then another guard fell, his heart pierced as he caught sight of a mysterious beauty in the distance. A fourth and a fifth died, playing a game of cards.
The sixth guard caused the issues. As she managed to slay the man, who took an illusion with him, his voice screamed out through the camp, awakening five angry raiders.
With the tables turned, the aggressing Evalyn was put onto the defensive, where she struggled. She took two more raiders out before she was pushed back, caught between a sheer cliff face and the three raiders.
The Luni was panting heavily from the night's exertions. She had fought hard and fought well, but it seemed she had made too many mistakes. The raid leader moved forward, towards the kill.
Suddenly, a whip was around his throat. The raid leader instantly fell to his knees, choking for breath. Suddenly, the jerk of the whip-woman's wrist had the raid leader's neck snap.
The other two raiders didn't stand a chance.
"So to what mercenary group do you belong, spearwoman? Very few would dare to take prey from the Silver leaves, after all."
Standing before Evalyn was a fearsome woman indeed. Isabelle G'oir of the Silver leaves...even a relatively new traveler to Eleorna would have heard mention of the Silver leaves, and Evalyn had apparently stolen their prey?
"No Guild, Silver leaf. I am but a traveller, following a path i can't begin to understand."
The whip-woman seemed amused by the response, and closed the distance between the pair.
"So how about walking A different path? One that comes with some guidance? Good fighters without a purpose...they are such a waste of talent, after all."
Country of Origin: Zrea, the religious epicentre of the world.
Equipment
Weapons: Primary weapon - An aged, yet finely crafted spear
Secondary Weapon - A pair of weighted daggers, usable both in melee and as throwing daggers.
Other items, equipment or possessions: A finely crafted shield of Luni design. She keeps it in her quarters in the barracks; A necklace, featuring the fang of a Crocodile, it is clearly of Wild-hari design; a small golden band, which she keeps always on her person, generally tied to the fang necklace.
MelonHead The Fighting Fruit
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Grif... what have you done.
Grif of Hearts Sometimes vaguely amusing
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What did I do? D:
MelonHead The Fighting Fruit
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Just a double post, unless it's only on my screen.
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She did, but you sounded mad offended.
Dont overeact, Mr melonhead :p
Dont overeact, Mr melonhead :p
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I thought more that he reacted on the sudden influx of nonhumans. And blamed grif for the corruption
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I will try and get a post up within the next 10 hours. I'm using a a tablet, atm.
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aaaaand the post is up. Thanks to Hellis for the help with an Isabella collab.
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I will be trying to post within the next twenty-four hours, I'm so excited to start!
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