[quote=@WolfHorns] Well, I ended up making my half-breed anyways....so here it is. [hider=The Forsaken] Aeronwen ⋆ 26 ⋆ Female ⋆ Fairy/Human [img]https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/013/994/053/large/jang-giin-somnal-01.jpg?1542008137[/img] ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Appearance Height: 6' Weight: 172 lbs Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Pale Blue Skin Tone: Pale Ash Other Images [hider=My Hider] Her Ice/Water Armor [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f2/97/c7/f297c797bacee404fa005be77b2fb772.jpg[/img] Formal wear (if it's ever needed) [img]https://e7.pngegg.com/pngimages/155/732/png-clipart-fairy-fantasy-art-goth-subculture-elf-fairy-legendary-creature-black-hair-thumbnail.png[/img] [/hider] ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Psychology Likes: ⋆ Quiet ⋆ Glaciers ⋆ Hot Baths Dislikes: ⋆ Crowds ⋆ Living horses (Smell bad) ⋆ Living people (also smell bad) Fears: ⋆ Clowns ⋆ Being hunted down ⋆ Cats Sexuality: Bisexual Personality: Aeron, as she is known to friends, if she had any that is, Is extremely introverted. Though it manifests as extreme hostility rather than awkwardness. She is selfish to her core, not because she is inherently a bad person, but because she has been hunted down due to her father's blood. And when your life is on the line you have very little time for altruism. Due to being kicked to the ground, beaten, and even having her wings torn from her back, Aeron has long since followed the ideology of an eye for an eye. Aeron, as having no one on her side since her mother was hanged for sleeping with a human, has no one to fight for except herself. And now, after years of running she has decided to stop. No longer will she flee. For with the endless seas of the north at her beck and call she will march upon her enemies. (I want to make her into some kind of big bad if that's cool) While extremely irritable, Aeron does know when to stay her hand for the most damage. While she used to get anxious at being found out, she has since discarded those useless thoughts. She is neither brave nor cowardly, for she will simply do what needs to be done. (In her view at least). She is used to being lied and tricked and will therefore react as such to most situations, but if one came to her in sincerity and truth, she might not be able to process it. While having mastered the art of intimidation, Aeron cannot lie effectively. But who needs to be able to lie when you can just send messages with said lies? Nor can she charm or strike a friendly conversation even if she wanted to. While not the most intelligent, her tumultuous upbringing has resulted in her having the utmost attention to detail and a memory that can rival most scholars. Due to having no friends to speak of Aeron's humour has become quite dark and twisted. There are some who would say it's even dry. While not quite tired, Aeron does suffer from wicked insomnia and usually only gets about four hours of sleep a night. (If you count her attempted to raise an army to march south as being crazy, then yes, she's crazy) ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Background Occupation Former - Thief/Beggar Current - Aspiring Dark Queen :) Living Immediate Family Members: None Dead Immediate Family Members: William Brenning, Father, Accomplished woodsman before he was pulled over Anne Wuth'el, Mother, Ice Raiser (Built structures with ice) Current Companions: Mulph (A large white wolf) Crossus (A nimble raven) Current and Past Lover(s): None History: Born to two loving parents, both from places worlds apart. My father, a human, damn him and his cursed blood. And my mother, one of the fairest Winter Faeries. That is if the stories told in the bars are true. But who knows? I don't remember my mother well. Just a pale form covered in red. Now, I knew what that meant, my father never let me forget. How could he? We were on the run, and for what? Because my father was human? No, I wish. If that was the case then maybe they'd stop with him. No, we were hunted because my mother had me. The tainted child. The cursed half-breed. Once again if the drunkards were to be believed, then I was the cause and source of every single ache and groan that their bodies made. Somehow, to them, I had become pestilence and death itself. Well, they already made me it, didn't they? So, why don't I become Pestilence and Death. Don't worry, the North will march, and let no living thing think it's safe. My father taught me. Did he teach me well? No, but he taught me hard. Forced me to learn my magic. Tried to get me to learn more. The crazed man even struck my hand in a flame once to try and force me to learn fire magic. HA! Though, the biggest shock came shortly after. He had bribed a healer to stay quiet, though when she went to do her job, nothing happened. Infuriated, for that is the kind of man he became, a cruel drunkard, my father forced her to work harder. And harder she did, until the very skin around the burn started to rot away. I will never forget that pain, nor will I ever lose the scar that covers my right palm. I still can't stretch my hand fully because of it. My body is full of those. Pains. My back is constantly tight, and I can't wear heavy jackets because of my stumps. You would think that after several years the pain of having them torn from you would disappear, but no. I still wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, hoping to be able to fly once more. No, they were taken from me, like my father was, curse him. I was not worthy of them, as a dirty half-breed. That was the first day I took a life. My father tried to prepare me for it. He had me kill elk and fish. Even had me kill a wolf once. That was hard, because I could hear it's acceptance, feel it in my bones. I was not prepared. There is something qualitatively different about killing another thinking individual then there is killing an animal. But I killed him. I killed the man who took my wings. I killed him and everyone else in that tiny village. Including the babes. I wept the most for them. I had thought myself darkened to the plights of those around me, but it wasn't until I saw those babes, frozen in their mothers arms, that my heart finally stopped beating. You might ask, how did I freeze winter elves? Well, unlike humans, winter elves are not themselves immune to their elements. A traight that I happened to pick up from my father. It was strange, to not fear things that any sane person should. I did not fear the long nights nor the glacial seas. No, they are the only friends I have. That is, of course, not including Mulph and Crossus, a wolf and raven respectively. They seem to be the only kinds of animals I can speak with, another deficiency of mine. Well, you might ask what I did after that fateful day. I fled. North, as far as I could go. Mulph and Crossus gathered more of their kind around me. They knew I had changed. I was no longer a person, for what person could murder innocent babes. No, I was Death, that very same think those drunkards so long ago called me, not even knowing I sat next to them. So I fled with these beasts that would see themselves lashed to me. I captured prisoners on my trek north. Shackled them in manacles of ice and forced them to move with wolves nipping at their heels. The was one of curiosity to me. An orc, he seemed older then most, though intelligent. I kept him away from the others and we would often speak at length. It was from him that I learned of the orcish ritual magic, and of how it strengthened them. When we finally reached the sea and could flee no longer I pushed my magic to it's current limits. Never had I done so before. Never had the very fabric of the world seemed to sing with me. It was joyous, elated, that one of it's children could sing so loudly. And it moved. The world shifted. The snow stopped in the air, the waves paused in the ocean. and from it depths a great iceberg rose. A frozen fortress upon the water. My wolves forced my prisoners within it's icy depths. While I did not need to worry about the harshness, my prisoners did, so I forced my magic to moved the coldness away from them. They would still be chilly, but they would not freeze. Unseen by the forces that chased me, we left. We sailed north in my frozen castle. We fed on great whales and orcas that I hunted with my magic. My wolves grew large and strong, my Ravens fast and nimble. Though while most of my prisoners would die, a few managed to have children in the interim years of our voyage. Those children survived. I will raise those children, and they will be my warriors, loyal to none but me. The old orc eventually died, but not until I learned much of his rituals. I have not cracked them yet, but I will. And I will use them upon my beasts and soldiers. The old orc even spoke of another ritual, though it was mostly guesswork and hypothesizing. A ritual unlike any other. A ritual to raise legions. A ritual to raise the dead. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Combat and Magic: Strength: 5 Speed on Land: 5 Speed in Air: 0 Magical Ability: 10 Dexterity: 6 Weapon Proficiency: 5 Stealth: 2 Subspecies Winter Fairy/Human Abilities Crykinesis/Hydrokinesis (Her human blood makes her power over ice and water stronger than other faeries) Like other faeries, Aeron can speak to animals, though only two. Ravens and wolves. No other animal seems to able to hear her. Weaknesses *Due to her half-blooded nature and history, Aeron has weaknesses slightly different then most Fairies and humans* First of all, she cannot fly and is in some sort of constant pain from the jagged stumps of her wings. She is unable to practice any kind of magic besides Cryokinesis and Hydrokinesis She is weak to iron and most other lesser metals such as copper and tin. (She can use bronze though, strangely enough) Now the strangest twist of her birth makes healing magic useless on her. She still has no idea why it does nothing, and trying to force healing magic into her body actually causes slight necrosis in the affected area. Due to this, she also cannot heal like other faeries. [/hider] Oh, and yes, I am aware that if I get to play this character that she is an evil character and will most likely get killed. I'll be coming into the RP with that understanding and I won't be upset when her time finally comes. [/quote] Hi there, Thank you for your time, effort, and interest. c: It is nice to meet you. Some issues here. Feel free to shoot any questions - [color=ed1c24][b]No Half-breeds [/b][/color]--> Make her a winter fairy. Please refer to the first page of OOC, the second post of all the species or here: https://avalia.fandom.com/wiki/Winter_Fairies - Humans have not been here for a [b]very, very[/b] long time. - Winter Elves do not exist. - Fairies cannot do orc rituals. No necromancy. - A 26-year-old cannot have a 10 in magic. Please make her an 8. - Winter fairies do not have Hydrokinesis. We will reject this character for now unless these changes can be made as well as the following necessity. This is not personal; it is to your benefit that both you and I know you can keep up with the material so we just want to be 100% sure. In order to prove you've thoroughly understand the story here, please read the following and surmise in a few sentences: [hider=The Plot] [center][color=a187be]In a different dimension, on a planet called Avalia. The land did not split in the exact same as in the story you know of Pangea. It is a quite different looking world to our own. Magic flourishes in this land with the sun as its source. Their sun is very different than one in the Earthly dimension. Its pink color gives the sky a very light pink hue. Mushrooms the size of trees and trees that seem to touch the top of the sky cover the planet. Various colors beautify the forests and the lights of pixies illuminate the paths through them. Castles perched upon mountains and villages upon valleys exist as you may have imagined in fairytales. After all, those fairytale writers got their ideas from somewhere, right? If they had told everyone that, who would believe them? There had been a time humans from Earth were very welcome in Avalia. Elves have the powerful ability to manipulate light magic, often opening up random rifts in the dimension that would suck in random humans from the other. Humans were allowed to explore and exchange knowledge from the dimensions while creatures from Avalia traveled to the other dimension to sneak peeks at Earth. Humans showed them castles, buildings, the English Language, food and anything available ranging from medieval times to the Victorian Era. Humans even brought over species of animals as gifts. However, these select humans that were allowed to dimension travel were sworn to secrecy with their lives on the line. If you had seen so many wondrous things, wouldn't you have been itching to tell someone? They were given permission to write what they had seen into stories, which others then took a liking to the themes and also incorporated into their stories. Thus, reality became a myth. However, light elves weren't the only type of elves. A race of dark elves bred from the combination of use of powerful, dark magics and also darker thoughts. Avalians feared what these dark elves were capable of as well as their different views, and had them exiled after the Great War, which occurred about 1,200 years ago. Dark elves had been forced to live in the tundra of Daka Island since then. However, in their rage of losing the war, they assassinated all elder light elves capable of dimensional rift creation. Humans have not set foot in Avalia since that day. It was foretold by prophets that the dark elves will train and one day be able to conquer Avalia in the next war and take over new territories. Their vengeful spirit could mean slavery and misery for all of Avalia. Because light magic and fairy magic cannot stand up enough to dark magic, a different type of magic was needed in order to avoid this. Unfortunately, humans were the only ones capable of wielding the forces of nature, magic strong enough to hold a chance against a dark elf. Their genetics in the realm of Avalia would react in such a way to make this possible. The light elves felt they had no choice but to learn to summon humans once again. Learning to create rifts with light magic would take immense skill and experience; only the best of the best were capable. Now, enough time has finally passed for a light elf to be old and powerful enough to create rifts once again. Powerful light elves that have lived in secrecy, training to open rifts have finally reached success at this point of time. The rifts will open and Avalia's heroes will arrive.[/color] [/center] [/hider] [hider=Introduction of Villains] [b][h1][center]The Twin-Headed Dragon[/center][/h1][/b] [b]Time:[/b] Night before the summoning [b]Location:[/b] Malthemoor [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/UDqwten.png[/img][/center] The storm outside raged with the loud claps of thunder as strikes of lightning flashed and illuminated the darkened room of the stone castle the twins resided, casting their shadows on the wall. The air was thick and humid and the sound of the torrential downpour was a heavy percussion against the ceiling above them. [color=gray]“Th-th-the light elves are planning to summon man-thing tomorrow morning, do not know the location I don’t. Very s-s-secretive they are.”[/color] The rat demi-human knelt on the floor before the two. The dark-haired woman watched the rat curiously as they spoke and soon was grinning darkly. She had been lounging on her throne with her legs dangling over the armrest. She suddenly spun around and stood, slowly walking towards the sniveling rat. [color=21B0BA]”Is that so? And you truly don’t know anymore?”[/color] She asked, a grim smile on her beautiful face as she gently caressed his cheek. The rat quickly shook his head and Amarantha remained silent for a moment as she studied him, then sighed. [color=21B0BA]”Well then I guess you’ve become useless, wouldn’t you agree brother?”[/color] Basilian looked towards the two, [color=BA2B21]“Yes, and you know what we do with loose ends.”[/color] His face was stone cold with a lack of emotion as he hid his disgust from the rat on his floor.[color=BA2B21] “I will give you the pleasure, sister.”[/color] He stood up walking past them, [color=BA2B21]“I will get the preparations started with the cast spheres.”[/color] Basilian faced one of the guards standing in the room and said, [color=BA2B21]“Get the prisoners and bring them to the balcony.”[/color] The rat began pleading for his life, pure terror in his eyes as Amarantha shushed him as she leaned in closer. [color=21B0BA]”Hush now, everything is going to be okay.”[/color] There was a gentleness to her voice now and it began calming the man as he became unsure of what was going to happen. Was she actually going to kill him or did they mean something else when they meant ‘tying up loose ends’? Amarantha’s lips met the man’s in a soft, comforting kiss. She felt him relax, but then suddenly stiffen as his eyes and ears began bleeding. Dark tendrils surrounded Amarantha and her prey as he began screaming in agony. Suddenly he went limp and she let him drop to the floor, dark tendrils seeming to flow out of his mouth for a moment before dissipating. Amarantha stood upright once more as she wiped some blood from her mouth before moving back to her brother’s side. [color=BA2B21]“I don’t understand why you would put your lips on such a disgusting beast.”[/color] Basilian stared at his sister before looking back towards the cast sphere in his hand. [color=BA2B21]“This should be ready.”[/color] He stated before he heard the door open. Basilian looked towards the door and watched as four prisoners were dragged into the room and out to the balcony. [color=BA2B21]“It looks like we can join our unwelcome guests,”[/color] He told his sister as he walked out onto the balcony, rage now starting to seep out in his face. The pitter-patter of the rain greatly increased in volume as they made their way outside. The sky was a foreboding molten gray. Out in the middle of the courtyard sat a large map of all of Avalia. Kneeling atop of said map were four figures encompassing each of the large races of the land. On the far left of the group sat Prince Khurdral Mountainspine, heir to the throne of Ironhold and the Dwarves. Beside him was Prince Echo Millinia, youngest son of the Fairy King. Next in line was the general of the Light Elves, Talindra Joxalim. Last was the Demi-Human heir, Prince Itsuki Yoshikawa. All had their hands bound behind their backs and mouths gagged. They were swiftly becoming soaked from the rain and behind each of them stood a Dark Elf Dragon Knight. Basilian activated the casting sphere, which opened up broadcasting to all of Availa. [color=BA2B21]“Welcome Avalians to our show. We know you plan to bring the humans and thought we would make our move first. If you look over here, we have some of your fellow pinces and this Light Elf general. “[/color] He said, waving his arm towards them and showing the world their faces. [color=BA2B21]”This is a declaration of war, We will take what is rightfully ours and plunge your pathetic races into despair just as you did to us thousand years ago. Our race has kept quiet for years building and growing this great nation of Malthemoor. I will make you watch as we murder your people just as you made us watch the murder of ours.”[/color] Basilians looked at the knights and with one swift movement of his hand the knights slit the throats of the prisoners letting the blood drain from their necks in view of everyone watching the broadcast. [color=21B0BA]”Remember this, people of Avalia, all of this could have been avoided. If you hadn't exiled us into the coldest places of Avalia, treated us as a lesser race, then there could have been peace. Now you have forced our hand and we will become the monsters you have believed us to be. The rivers and streets shall run red with the blood of your children.”[/color] As Amarantha finished speaking her words, she conjured the form of a twin-headed dragon with her dark magic. It appeared to emerge from her and her brother before lifting into the air, flying around for a moment before she signaled for the spheres to be shut off. War had come to Avalia once more. [/hider] [hider=Day Introduction Post] [color=a187be][h1]Day 1: Moonday, Juume 21st[/h1][/color] [color=bc8dbf][h3][b]Time:[/b] 9am, The Summer Solstice Happy Soller! On the day of the summer solstice, many give thanks to the suns' power and enjoy the great weather by having swimming parties.[/h3] It's beautiful, sunny today in the Sun Elf Kingdom. The land is bathed in the light pink rays of the sun and the birds are chirping. Many elves are enjoying the warm weather by enjoying some swimming today and preparing outdoor feasts. The holiday of Soller celebrates the summer solstice. Fairies and demihumans have been known to take part in this joyous event! However, the shadow of last night's events looms over Avalia. Large-scale funerals for the dead are being prepared for lost royals. The Twin-Headed Dragon has made their intentions clear and time is of the essence. Elves are gathered in the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1b/59/2d/1b592d8cacef4518219916e277596e32.jpg]Hall of the Castle[/url]. The Biren royal family, along with their newly appointed general and other high-ranking elves all have gathered to summon humans into the world. Everyone stands back as Princess Rosaria and other powerful light elves raise their arms as the light rifts are finally opened once again! Six humans soon appear in the middle of the hall, facing the King and Queen as they look down at them from the balcony. In case of any issues arising in Sun Elf Kingdom, a small group of light elves also made an attempt in Port Vanarosa. To their dismay, only one human female appeared. [/color] [/hider]