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Ilharess Deuleur
High Fantasy OC

Ilharess abandoned her High Priestess training in the dark elf underworld city once she had an epiphany and realized magic came from power within HERSELF, not from worshipping the dark mother goddess.

All she wants is to attend the College of Sorcery as an apprentice mage. But even after being accepted, can Ilharess accept never being truly accepted by her fellow mages? Majority of whom are human, gnome and high elven-kind and all of whom prefer peering into grimoires rather than their own darkness as she has?

Although it doesn't come naturally to her, she undergoes healer training if only to prove to the humans, but more to herself that she can turn the spider gods venom from poison which kills into medicine that rebirths her.

Ilharess is ambitious, mysterious, moody, seductive yet shy when it comes to romance rather than manipulating others lust, and she's terribly awkward and insecure when she's not in control of social situations and her emotions.

She prefers studying outside during night and is fascinated by the moon and the stars from having been sheltered by the surface world so long.

She often unknowingly offends those from lighter races with her maccabe dark elven humor. She also has a knack for taming monstrous creatures that surface worlders consider predators because where she's from they're pets.

She has a special affection for wolf bats which are her spirit animal rather than the spider heraldry common to her bloodlines house. And she has a skeletal androgynous sylph alchemy air spirit with etheric moth-like wings named Claws who's kind of like her Tinkerbell from hell.

Nephele Pyresky
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[B]Barney the barn owl griffin [\B]
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Nephele is a roguish tomboy who can't hold onto a coin or a relationship. Growing up in the aether kingdom port city as an orphan thief, she searched the stars for the smugglers who groomed her without ever combing her hair, as much as searching for her parents who even today she naively believes lost her by accident instead of abandoned her at Port.

Nephele is more street wise than booksmart. She has her own chaotic moral code, but her loyalty is as boundless as the sky if she's under your employment, your roof, or your bed sheets for the night. Unfortunately even as a Ranger of the Realm she tends to sleep with the scoundrels she's supposed to police. But if they're spending the night with her, they aren't committing any crimes at least. Right?

She loves gambling on everything from her life to rolling dwarven dice to drinking card games and betting on aether jousting. She used to avidly bet on cockatrice fighting and dragon racing but due to the empathic nature Ranger training has opened her main mission as a Ranger at the moment is shutting down black market beastiary rings and returning the creatures to their homes. She's been guilty of releasing animals the Rangers Guild instructed her needed to be slayed because slaughtering them only slays her. But so far, there were only one or two reports of burning villages and reports of children and maidens gone missing ....

As a recently certified Ranger she's received a mix of magical and martial training. She's gotten better at using her elven bow made with combinations of Pegasus and harpy-fletched feathers and it's arrowheads are dipped in poisonous basilisk venom which stuns whatever target it pierces. For other weaponry she has throwing knives, duel wielding daggers, and a number of explosive flasks (which she's thankfully never mistaken for alcohol) throwing powders and dwarven firecrackers dangling from her tool belt.

Nephele became a Ranger of the Realm rather by accident. She met a mysterious stranger in a tavern where she worked as a serving wench. After a few passionate nights and drunken flings, the stranger tried to vanish from her life as mysteriously as he arrived.

And to make a long story short, Nephele utilized her pirate port city underworld above world connections. She hunted and tracked him down and stalked him as game so impressively, he revealed he was a Ranger of the Realm when she uncovered him camping by the Rangers headquarters atop mist covered mountain ranges of dense enchanted forest. Part forest sages, guardians, hunters and beast masters who forswear allegiance to their kingdom to serve the entire realm and every magical creed or creature, but protected the nature of whatever land their feet stood upon above all.

He asked her to join the call of the wilds (even if he never really wanted to call her again) and undergo apprenticeship to become a certified Ranger of the Realm. She took his elven crafted bow as a trophy because the arrows of love he pierced her with yet did not pull out still stung.

Nephele knew she would never let another man pull the hood over her eyes again. Because she'd be hooded then too.

Every Ranger has their own animal companion and flying mount gifted to them as eggs who imprint upon them when they're hatchlings to form an unbreakable bond. Barney can't speak in the human or common tongue, but Rangers are trained to telepathically communicate with their mounts.

Nephele's flying mount is a male barn owl griffin named Barnabas, or Barney for short. For some embarrassing reason, Barney thinks he's a unicorn instead of an owl griffin, and tries mating with unicorns whenever he sees them (but he's skittishly scared of normal horses) which makes Nephele's encounters with holy pure paladin knights being humped whilst astride their white mystical steeds rather awkward since Rangers and Paladins frequently converge in council meetings.

In spite of being a chubby, lazy, most cowardly uncombative during actual combat unicorn mating mount ever, Barney is Nephele's best friend. And he's given her more than just a mount. He's given her a family and a home no matter where she goes. So she gives him belly rubs and marshmallow treats shaped like the clouds they soar high above.

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Talis Skeldan
High Fantasy RP

Talis was a 'dungeon punk' the medieval high fantasy equivalent of a crust punk. Except he hops flying castles instead of trains, plays a lute while he loots and an ocarina instead of a banjo and harmonica, and he croons dark ballads about bringing anarchy rather than glory to the kingdom.

Contrary to rumors he's possessed by demons, banished fairy prince or a hobgoblin trickster spirit, Talis is a fully human wizard. Though he prefers calling himself a bard. Wizards read books. Bards live stories.

Before he became a dungeon punk, one man band, and started mosh pits in pits of doom Talis was a human changeling in servitude to a cruel Fey Queen. Rather than continue allowing himself to be her punchline punching bag and continue playing the Fool, the jester stopped making a mockery of himself, and made a mockery of the Queen and the Fey nobility in front of a feasting hall in her honor.

She threatened to decapitate him, but his scathing satirical performance made heads roll in laughter instead. Somehow he escaped to continue mocking mock kings.

Using a combination of poetry, comedy and song, Talis' tongue is sharper than any sword as he infamously is the first anarchistic bard to sing AGAINST the heroes and kingdoms sovereignty. Rather than recite ballads about his own heroism and chivalry, he prefers music and art relaying his failures and misdeeds, and he'll keep getting thrown out of taverns and kingdoms until he's overthrown this fractured fairy tale feudalism.

Talis draws his wizard wit and innate arcane arts from the temporary glyph and rune tattoos winding throughout his body. He uses a form of blood magic inecting highly addictive faerie glamours into his veins which change the alchemical properties in his body. The effects of the different runes he carves into his skin fade within three days and the side effects are at least a days worth of undergoing bodily fatigue, weaker magical abilities, sleeplessness, and soul crushing depression he calls 'the blackening.' Though he tends to craft his most creative charms in the darkest moments. And eventually the after glow from the glamour mixed with blood magic returns and keeps him in constant cycles of creativity and destruction.

It's not that Talis is particularly gifted when it comes to composing music, singing, or dancing. But magic is a performance for him, and like any true bard knows, it's not the tune or the melody or the rhyming scheme that matters. It's belief in the power that words can inspire others and become spells which imbues a bard with the power to create or destroy the fabric of reality.

Aside from his runic tattoos, ability to see through illusions and glamour, bardic talents and enchanted instruments, Talis' main weapon of choice is a rapier style talking floating sword called Silver Tongue which occasionally hums along with his singing, snorts in laughter, or boos with whatever crowd turns against him until the only way of getting the sword to shut up is to turn it on himself and swallow it.

He usually finds a disenchanted fan or tavern wench groupie to come to his aide wherever he goes.