13org

Fate/Eternum

I'm still here... Alone... All by myself... T__T

Final Fantasy: Reverence [IC] [OPEN]

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^{@Jollan@Sho Minazuki}

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Annika silently followed Garsin as he approached the man. He was indeed much more accustomed and undoubtedly the better choice for situations like those. Taking a tankard himself and starting to drink as fiercely as the other man, Annika understood the approach Garsin had planned. Using both the drink and a common background to establish a sense of familiarity with the old man and allow a more... comfortable conversation... Or at least that was what Annika thought. He might as well just be drinking for the sake of drinking and just approaching the man without thinking about anything like that.

Annika wouldn't be of much help in that part of the conversation, but she had to at least try to do something to make herself a bit less suspicious than just straight up start eyeing the man almost as if that was some kind of interrogation, as such, Annika tried as hard as she could to continue drinking despite hating alcohol. Holding the tankard with both hands and delicately raising it to her lips, she took another small sip of it, followed up by a discreet shake of her head with a disgusted expression.

Despite being obviously already somewhat drunk, it was clear that the old man had sharp eyes, as he quickly noticed their weapons and assumed, correctly, that they were from Escain. As he started complaining about the political situation, Annika immediately started paying close attention. If that guards who came here before was directly supporting the prince, that old man surely mustn't be just a nobody. Confirming her thoughts, the bartender came just a moment after that, calling him 'Colonel'. That man was more influential than what Annika had previously thought... That was a good sign.

But when he mentioned drinking more than they already were, despite discreet, Annika's facial expression was clearly one of panic. She was already struggling to just take small sips, let alone starting drinking for real... That was a very good opportunity to make the colonel more friendly towards them, and possibly make him let slip more information, but Annika wouldn't be able to do anything regarding alcohol. She hated it and was notably weak to it.

Immediately looking to Garsin, her expression already said everything without actually saying anything as she pushed the tankard away from her with a discreet disgusted face and looked at him shortly after, with a determined expression. He had to take up that Colonel's challenge.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

What about a useless freeloader?

Oh wait... we already have tons of those.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

[...]
What kind of position would we need though? Id like her to fill a niche.

@ShwiggityShwah

Interesting question, indeed, what position do we need right now? (Possible second character XD)

We still don't have a dedicated medic/healer, do we?

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

The Vieran Woods

It took a good amount of time until the group finally arrived on the very beginning of the Vieran Woods, situated in the very border of the kingdom. At first sight, it was already an incredible sight. Bigger than any other forests you might have seen, that dense forest extended itself more than your eyes could see. It started as a normal, but rather dense forest, but the more you went deeper inside, more breathtaking the scenery became. Trees with trunks as big as a small house and taller than one would even imagine and powerful roots running through the forest floor like veins.

Freyr seemed to know exactly what he was doing and how to move himself inside that forest, in fact, it was clear that he was holding himself back and walking slower in order to not leave the rest of the group behind. To the others on the group who weren't Vieras though, the maze of trees, roots and plants inside that dense forest was almost impossible to keep track of, no matter how much they tried. More than just because of 'natural' reasons, the more they wandered inside, the more they started to have a feeling that the forest itself was alive. Even to those that weren't sensitive to magic, it was clear that they were in a sanctuary, a place untouched by humans and unfazed by time. The primal magic was stronger there than anywhere else...

Freyr

The moment Freyr stepped inside the Vieran Woods, he stopped for a moment, closing his eyes. For so long he stood away from the woods, for so long he wasn't able to hear the voice of the woods that he couldn't help himself but to stop for a moment and feel the woods' embrace, feel it's whispers on his ears, hear the plants moving, the animals and feel the very energy of the Vieran Woods welcoming it's lost child. Even though he had left the woods out of his own will, it still longed for his return and was jealous of those who took him away.

"The Vieran Woods are... not kind to outsiders. You should stay close to me. While calm and tranquil at first sight, there are beasts that live on these woods that even us Viera avoid to mess with." Freyr said, after a while as they started going further inside the forest. Despite saying those words, it was clear by his tone of voice and even by how Freyr was moving himself that he was incredibly happy and comfortable by finally having returned to the woods he once called home.

"One thing you should understand when walking inside these woods are that it's not just 'alive' in the same way the plants are. These woods are really alive. They have a will of their own." Freyr said, explaining as they walked further and further.

"I also mentioned that the Vieras could be used as weapons... You might have already felt it, especially you, Nagare, but there is a strange power in these woods, completely different from 'common' magic. Subtle yet powerful. Vieras' bodies are well attuned to this primal magic." he continued.

"Due to this, we Vieras are incredibly sensitive to magic in general. When we are exposed to large amounts of magic other than these that flow inside these woods, we enter in a state of frenzy as our bodies aren't capable of handling big amounts of 'modern' magic, which is incredibly rough and brute compared to the subtle primal magic. When a Viera enters this frenzied state, it gets much faster and stronger, but we completely lose our mind and simply attack anyone nearby..." Freyr said, with a serious expression. Knowing that, it was easy to know why the Varjans might want to capture Vieras to use as weapons.

As they continued walking, they arrived on a part of the forest that had a strange mist covering the air. It wasn't bad at the point of making it impossible to see where they are going, in fact it was really thin, but there was something wrong with that mist. Somehow, you could feel it wasn't just a common mist.

"We are close, the entrance to the village should be just after this mist. From now on, Ditzy, Nagare, don't let go of my hands." Freyr said, extending his hands towards both of them.

"This is a ward placed by Vieran Spellweavers. Although it's harmless by itself, those who are not as sensitive to primal magic as the Viera will end up going back the way they came, or in the worst cases... won't be able to leave this part of the forest." Freyr said, looking to both Nagare and Ditzy.

To both Ditzy and Nagare, they could swear they were walking in circles. It was more than just a feeling, they were absolutely certain they were going nowhere. If Freyr hadn't explained about that ward before, they would think he was lost himself, but after a few minutes walking, they finally got out of the mist, arriving on the very bottom of a truly gigantic tree. Almost as if it was drawn on the trunk of that tree by the Woods itself, it's roots twisted and turned to create something like a gate in the trunk of that tree, almost as if it was a door of some type, but no matter how you looked at it, inside that semi circle there was only the trunk itself, without any opening or anything strange.

When Freyr gave a few steps forward, about to explain what that portal was, they all heard the distinct sound of a bowstring being drawn from behind them.

Coming out of the mist, a female Viera wearing light armor and wielding a bow made of the same material and with a similar design to the one Freyr himself used, walked around them until she was blocking their way to the gate. Almost as if she was stalking her prey, the woman never took her eyes off them not even for a second.

"You dare bring outsiders to our sacred woods, going as far as to bring them right outside our village?" The viera woman asked, venom clear in her voice as she looked to Freyr, whom simply raised his arms, surrendering himself.

"Who are you? What do you want invading our territory?" The female Viera asked, looking to Ditzy and Nagare.

@AzureKnight @Restalaan

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Mikhail Volkov

Mikhail "Misha" Volkov

”Taking a life is easy. If you do it right, it can be as easy as simply waiting for it to happen. What is dangerous is when you start caring about who or why and start to simply... enjoy it.”

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Character Summary

Name: Mikhail Volkov

Aliases: 'Misha'

Age: 32

Birthday: June 8th
Race/Species: Dea Al Mon
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Dea Al Mon, Kaeleer.

Jewel color:
Birthright: Red
Offering: Gray

Class/Caste: Prince

Languages:
Common
Dea Al Mon
Occupation:

Saboteur, Assassin. Usually takes works from noble houses plotting against other houses or even against themselves.

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Appearance

Height:
1,90m

Weight:
80kgs

Eye Color:
Blue eyes.

Skin Tone:
White

Body Type:
Tall and slim.

Hair Color:
White.

Hair Style:
Long, sometimes tied in a long ponytail, sometimes untied.

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Character Psychology

Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
Mikhail's personality is an interesting topic. Normally he is a very amicable guy. Most of the times he is easy to approach. Often enjoying talking with others, the word 'kind' seems to perfectly describes Mikhail. People often enjoy having him close by as he is generally a very good company as he is always a calm and quiet guy. He tries to avoid unnecessary confrontations and draw as little attention to him as possible, often preferring to keep his opinions to himself if he sees they could draw the wrong type of attention to him. Regarding social situations, he will rarely approach someone, but if people approach him, he will mostly always show to be a calm and friendly guy.

Mikhail fears being betrayed by someone he trusts, so thanks to this fear, he avoids any serious relationship. He is especially careful around blood female, as he knows that love is an even more effective way to control someone than craft. That doesn't mean he dislikes females. He greatly enjoys reading romance books & etc.

Despite his placid and calm smile, there is one part of his expression that he cannot change. His eyes. Even with his calm, kind expression, if you look deep within his eyes, you can see an almost... frightening coldness... A calculating and penetrating gaze that seems to analyze everything that happens around him carefully.

But things change radically when Mikhail enters a combat situation or is 'working'. That faint hint of coldness on his eyes from before becomes the only thing on his expression. He becomes incredibly calculating and cold.

Habits:
- Training. From studying, stretching and keeping his body flexible to actual combat techniques and even things like training his balance and gymnastics.
- Always checking thoroughly the places he sleep. Be it an unknown inn or the same place he slept for the last week.
- Taking a few moments before sleeping to meditate, in part to keep his 'sanity'.

Hobbies:
- Cooking
- Reading, especially story books or sometimes studying.
- Training, specifically free running and gymnastics.
- Sightseeing, walking around and appreciating the small things such as the night breeze, the smell of the flowers & etc.

Fears:
- Ironically, even though he avoids relationships, he fears never having anyone whom he can really trust. Someone to stay by his side.
- Losing his freedom.
- Being betrayed.

Likes:
- The thrill of the hunt and kill.
- Training
- Reading
- Using 'training' as an excuse to go around the city to climb tall places and just enjoy the scenery.

Dislikes:
- Alcohol
- Being ordered/manipulated.
- Having others realizing who exactly he is or knowing his past.

Skills

General Skills
- Cooking
- Manipulation
- Lockpicking
- Anatomy and herbal medicine (including poisons)

Combat skills
- Using wires (both steel and craft made ones) as weapons.
- Daggers, knives and throwing weapons.
- Stealth, traps and ambush tactics.
- Infiltration
- Hunting

Magic skills

- Mikhail is able to create wires with his craft. These razor sharp wires are used by him either to create traps, ambushes or in actual combat by cutting or snaring his opponents. He has some degree of control over these wires. He can make them move as a projectile through the air, as they had weighted tips or simply make them almost weightless, as they were made of silk. He still cannot control their trajectory though or completely control their movement as in make them chase someone or make them just go and wrap themselves around someone while he does nothing.

- Sight Shield

What they carry on them:

- Twin, Dea Al Mon curved style Daggers.
- Throwing knives, thin and similar to needles.
- Razor sharp steel wire. Thin and hard to see but it easily cuts flesh.
- Mortar/Pestle and a number of small vials with poisons and healing potions, such as to stop bleeding & etc.

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History

Background

Born deep within the forests of Dea Al Mon in a house of healers, Mikhail was entrusted to be his older sister, Eleanor's escort even before he was born. It was only natural for the one who was supposed to be the next head of the house to have an entrusted escort to her and what best choice than one trained since he was young by the house themselves? Born and trained with the sole reason of being his sister's escort, following her at all times, Mikhail was trained exhaustively. Assassination, combat, stealth, traps... The best way to understand an assassin and how they work was to be one. Never having a say in the matter, he simply followed orders. His fate, his future was already decided for him the very moment he was born.

Despite the fact that Mikhail himself shouldn't be treated with the same 'standing' or importance of his sister, it was undeniable that he cared about her. Not only thanks to his instincts as a blood male, but she was his sister after all. It was only natural for Mikhail and Eleanor get close, after all, he was practically together with her or watching her every single time he was awake. Their relationship wasn't one of a guard and the one he was supposed to serve. It was closer to one of a brother and a sister's. Mikhail wasn't allowed to be away from her, so the only thing close to 'having fun' he had was either reading books, talking or even studying anatomy and healing with her (watching her for so long made Mikhail really interested in herbal medicine, including their varied effects on many different races, the effects of poisons and how to make antidotes for them). Despite some of the most powerful women in the family being clearly unsatisfied with their relationship, after some time, they allowed Mikhail to be a bit 'closer' and present for Eleanor than just being a shadow, protecting her from the dark as it was good for her own development both as a healer and a woman.

But unfortunately, things weren't going to keep that 'peaceful' for long... Mikhail never failed his job. Nothing ever even touched Eleanor, but he never expected that the ones whom she should be wary of weren't outsiders... Caught completely by surprise, Mikhail just realized that he and his sister had been betrayed by the ones closest to them when it was already too late... On the night Eleanor was poisoned. After feeling unwell, she went to her room early after the dinner. Mikhail didn't even know what happened, until she never woke up the next day. With his sister dead and him being framed by her death, Mikhail did the only thing he could... he ran, leaving everything behind without even knowing who was responsible for such act.

After losing his sister, whom he had a deep bond, not only due to his instincts as a blood male, but due to his personal feelings as well, he fell into a deep depression. Without a home to return to, without anyone to rely upon after being betrayed by the ones he trusted the most, he closed his heart to the world, not allowing anyone to get closer to him. Being alone in the world, he started to work as an assassin to earn money. Taking a life wasn't hard, especially with his training. Being cold and effective like he was, contracts began to become common for him. But neither the bloodshed nor the alcohol were able to make him completely forget the pain of having lost his dear sister, of failing to protect her. Desperately trying to find relief to that agonizing feeling, his assassinations began to become even more cruel and ruthless as he tried to get rid of all the frustration and anger on his heart on his targets. It was due to this feeling that he developed an unique, extrmely cruel and brutal type of craft, creating razor sharp wires with his jewel. But nothing could ease the pain. Not the killing, nor the alcohol, not even the books, which did the completely opposite, reminding him of his sister even more.

When he was about to lose himself, he heard about a certain Black Widow in Terreille that, for a price, offered her services to anyone, without asking questions. After a long journey and reflecting about a lot of things, he knew what he had to ask her. The only thing that could get rid of that pain... He asked her to make him forget about Eleanor and what happened back in Dea Al Mon. After she was finished, Mikhail was able, for the first time in years, to enjoy simple things like the beauty of nature and the smell of flowers. The pain was gone. He felt like he got rid of an incredible weight he was carrying all those years. After spending a few months living in a small village surrounded by the forest, he learned how to smile once more and find balance between his old, cold self and the new person he had became.

Unfortunately for him, the mind spell wasn't complete. Even without remembering anything about what happened in Dea Al Mom, Mikhail was having strange nightmares every night, leftovers of the incomplete mind spell. Once again, he went to see the Black Widow, aiming to get rid of the nightmares, which were starting to affect his work.

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Additional Information

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Theme Song:

Theme Song

I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

Fate/Eternum

@VitaVitaAR

Unless you guys need more masters, I'm fine with playing just one.

Fate/Eternum

It's been a tough week for me IRL. Lots of things to do and I still need to sit properly and reply to some other RPs I'm in, but if you guys really need masters that much, I can try writing one more once i finish organizing things here.

@13org

I guess it won't be necessary then...?

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Freyr

Freyr's expression darkened as he heard Nagare's words. He knew very well what was the answer. He was an outsider, he choose to left the woods out of his own will, knowing very well what the outcome would be.

"No... I left the village out of my own will, knowing very well that I wouldn't be able to come back. I will be treated as an trespasser... At best, as an outsider..." Freyr replied to Nagare.

"Even if the woods themselves want to be reunited with it's child, I doubt that the Viera will welcome me again. The viera are a very old race and for them, their traditions are sacred... Even if they might cause them harm..." Freyr finished, sighing.

"Thanks for hearing me though. I'm sorry I lost my calm for a second. It will be wise for me not to leave today. There are certain preparations that need to be made..." Freyr said, looking to Nagare before Haley spoke before walking away.

"Yes. I will. Thanks for your concern." Freyr replied as Haley flew back to the guild.

"I will depart tomorrow. I won't mind if you wish to come with me." Freyr said to Nagare, with a kind smile before he went back to the guild, going straight to his room.

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Freyr woke up early the next morning. Earlier than most. Maybe it was because of what happened the other day or maybe due to how unquiet Freyr's thoughts were, but when the others started appearing, Freyr had already eaten his breakfast and was simply sitting on a chair on the corner of the room, waiting and already prepared to leave. The only reason why he hadn't left yet was that he still had to ask the other members if anyone wanted to go with him. Why he was doing that? The answer was that he wasn't going to the Vieran Woods only because he felt the need to visit the same woods that he had a deep connection to, but because he wanted the Vieran Elders to know about what was happening on the world outside. A final attempt to make them realize that being stuck on the past and bound by ridiculous traditions would only lead to their own ruin...

After the other members woke up, two Liliraunes who had been contracted by Bart arrived on the guild. According to their cheerful and excited introduction, they were called Vivian and Sylvia. They were contracted to cook and to make medicine for the guild. Freyr knew about their race as the Viera often had a good relationship with the Liliraunes that lived on the woods. Other than the two cheerful new girls, there was another one new arrival. Despite not being exactly his first day on the guild, Freyr didn't have time to pay attention on his arrival due to the events that happened yesterday. While he didn't have much time to pay attention to him, he did seem to have a calm and collected attitude.

The request board did seem to be as full as always on that day. But Freyr wouldn't take any request this time. As he stood up, going towards the request board.

"As some of you might be aware, I will not be taking any request today as I'm going to visit my home, the Vieran Woods..." Freyr said, raising his voice only a small bit, enough for only those who were interested to hear.

"It's not an official request and as such, there will be no reward, but those who want to come will be welcome." Freyr continued.

"There are a few... personal reasons for me going back to the Vieran Woods, including reasons related to my past and certain choices I made, but if I am asking for others to join me, I should give you a reason..." he said, with a serious expression.

"The Viera are a really old race who lived on the Vieran Woods all their lives, isolated from the outside world. Highly secretive and closed to outsiders, they rarely allow outsiders to enter their village or even the forest. While this kept them safe from wars, conflicts, preserved their race's traditions and way of life, after so many years, they became stuck to these same traditions, living in the past and ignoring the conflicts going on the outside world..." Freyr said, with the same serious tone from before.

"That includes the problem with Varjo..." Freyr said, with a somber look on his face.

"Due to how dense the Vieran Woods are, coupled by being defended by the Vieran Spellweaver's magic and the fact that the Vieras are fearsome hunters, they have never suffered an attack from any nation, nor any race from the outside know much about the Vieras themselves. The thing is: Vieras have a certain... particularity regarding their own body and their sensitivity to magic... I will explain more to those that accept coming with me, but if Varjans realize that and try to use Vierans as weapons... Everyone will suffer... Both the Vierans themselves and others, be them humans or monsters." Freyr finished, looking to those who stopped to hear him.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

My post is ready guys, I sent it to @PaulHaynek by PM first cos i want to ask him about a few things. XD

Just sending this so you can't say I'm lazy!