Afina

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

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The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Sana perked a brow slightly as she glanced in the direction of Hugh, seeing his reaction and hearing his words. She thought for a moment and then decided it would be better if she did not go back over to them. The dwarf had rubbed her the wrong way and she knew she would not be pleasant company if she was forced into conversation with him just as of yet.

Shaking her head slightly to Hugh before she chose to speak. "Thank you, but no. Enjoy the meal though," she said kindly before returning to her meal. Hugh seemed well meaning enough but the way this group was shaping up, she thought it best to keep her distance for the evening. Insults were already flying and at this rate she could see arrow and dagger following suit.

As she finished her meal she push back her plate, tossing her silverware on the plate. As she leaded in her chair she let her head fall back, staring blankly at the ceiling. Apon hearing the Elfs song begin her head slowly turned to look over to her, smiling slightly at the music.

Righting herself in her chair she took note that the group had settled somewhat during the song and chuckled to herself. Her eyes darting around until they fell on Varis, she rose from her place and walked over. Leaning against the bar, her arms resting on it she looked straight ahead as she spoke.

"Not so useless after all. She's the first to be able to get anyone to stop bickering, even if it is only for a moment," she said in a soft tone as she motioned over to the bard. Turning she walked off and over to Hugh, looking him over for a minute.

"Name's Sana," she said as she turned and continued to watch the bard. Thinking to herself, perhaps this group may just work after all.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

The barmaid took notice of Sana and sauntered over to the table quickly. She was your typical bar maid; young, buxom and looking far older than she should have. Too many nights in a tavern having to deal with drunk and nondrunken idiots alike. "What can I get for you doll?" she asked in an all too forced cheery voice. Sana sighed and leaned in slightly, motioning the barmaid to come closer. She did.

"Listen, I don't care what mood you have to play with these fools but do me a favor and drop the act," she said quietly. The barmaid looked at her quizzically for a moment before a genuine smile came across her lips.

"Oh God, thank you," she said as she drew a long breath. "What can I get for you?" she repeated in a much more exhausted voice.

"What ever is fastest and some water."

"No ale or the like?"

"Have you seen the group I am with?" she asked quickly and with perfect timing as the other human in the group managed to turn the stool into kindling. The barmaid quickly stifled a laugh and nodded.

"Right," she quipped before turning quickly to take care of the order.

As Sana waited for her food she rocked back and forth in her chair slowly, watching each member of the group in turn. When her eyes fell on the newest arrive she froze. He thinks he's a dragon? You've got to be kidding me. Reaching down She made sure to tighten the knots on her money pouch. This was not gearing up to a hopeful mission.

The barmaid quickly came back over and dropped off Sanas food and drink. Sana nodded and handed the girl some silver coins, shaking her head as the girl tried to tell her it was too much and going about eating her meal. She had seen what tavern life could do to a girl, sometimes you have to give someone a break.

Hearing the comment made by Virus, Sana stopped eating and wiped her mouth before shouting over in that direction. "One, I ain't cocky. Two, you haven't exactly proved you're useful yet. Three, we'll have who ever in the party that's willing to deal with your attitude." Sana rolled her eyes slightly and signed. She wasn't one that was normally so vocal but she just couldn't stand cockiness, ego, or demoralizing nature in people.

She rubbed her temples for a moment before she went back to eating. She has seen orc crap fights that were more organised than this group was adding up to be.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Lol sorry for the short post but i had to do it.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Sana listened to what had to be said and leaned back in her chair slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest.Well I had wanted to get a good night's rest before we began but I guess I can sleep in the wagon. Sooner we're done the better, she thought to herself as she leaned forward and shrugged.

"Anytime is good for me," she muttered aloud. "Tonight or tomorrow, either way." She would have added more but as she looked over her companions for this journey she wondered if it would just go in one ear and right out the other.

Perking a brow at the ensuing treatment towards the elf she shook her head. Rising from her seat she took a step to the side and pushed her seat in "I ain't leaving without eating first though," she started flatly before wandering over to the ba ignoring the dagger in the table.

Walking up next to the dwarf she resisted the urge to use his head as an arm rest. "You know you have to work with that pansy and trust she has your back. I thought even dwarves had that much common sense. I guess I gave you more credit than is due," she stated coldly as she leaned down to look him in the eye.

Tossing some coins on the bar she eyed the tender. "The pipsqueeks meal is on me," she said before turning on her heels and walking over to a clear table and waving the barmaid over.

Afinas Bios - WIP

Name:Arey Daemonica

Age/Race/Gender: 26/Human(dormant Daemon)/Female

Physical Appearance:Arey stands at 5 foot 10 inches in height, lean and rather thin in build. She posses fiery auburn hair, long and thin, that falls in layers down to the small of her back, roughly chopped bangs cover her face. From beneath her bangs, her crimson eyes radiate, a trait she picked up from her father. Her skin is pale by general standards but holds a slightly orange twinge to it. She is slightly daunting in appearance and due to the flaming hues carried throughout her body she always seems to look slightly angered, even when in repose.

Armor/Clothing: She wears basic leather to cover her body, in classic Daemon form, less is more but fails to cover where her heart lays. To her it doesn't matter. Leather boots trail up her legs to end just above her knees. Her body is sporadically dotted in armor pieces to cover the most basic of locations. She refuses to be hindered by a full set, relying on speed over strength. A reinforced hilt sheath is strapped to her back though it is rarely used unless she is running or climbing.

Weapons:On her person she carries a single sword, that from hilt to tip is as tall as she is. The blade is made from a blood steel specially created by her grandmother before she left home, the only piece of her heritage she possesses.

Other Items:She travels with a small pack that contains the basics, some rope, a utilitarian dagger, some bandages and first aide herbs, some dried meats, a flask of water, a few coins to pay her way and a simple cloth she uses to clean up with.

Skills:Arey is able to heal at a greater rate than most humans due to her dormant side bit nothing that makes it seem like she is anything more than just a tough woman. Her dormant side has many abilities it is known for - No aging, natural armor, alter form, healing via life force drain, teleportation, and summoning. But she has no access to these abilities currently and is glad of it.

Abilities:Arey is a skilled fighter. Don't let her small build fool you, though she tends to drag her blade on the ground as she walks she is more than capable of wielding with precision. A skilled acrobat, she is able to move quickly and strike with deadly force if need be though she prefers to use more diplomatic tactics. Though she carries an outward cruel and short fused demeanor, she is truly as kind in heart as her parents were known to be. Though when pushed she has all the fire and vulgarity her family was famous for.

History:Arey was born far away in the lands of The Twisted Dimensions, a princess and sole heir to the throne. Born to Afina and Krey, the last Queen and King to rule the lands. Her childhood was plagued with unrest and questions. A damaged mother and an absent father. Several times she had tried to save one and find the other, only to return with more problems than she left with. She had been far too young to try such quests and finally made her way back to homelands with her tail tucked between her legs. Her grandmother, Serafina, tried her nest to raise her but she had never been the maternal type, leaving her own daughter Afina with her aunt for most of her life to raise. Being that once Arey hit puberty, their tempers clashed and Arey ended up on her backside more than she will ever admit to.

Tired of life on the TD's, she contacted one of the elders of the realm and begged for a favor. To be made human. The elder was confused by such a request, because even if she returned to Lore, having the skills and abilities of a Daemon could prove to be invaluable. Carey explained that her father has begun life as a human and it had done him no harm. She wanted to live in lush green lands, see a sky that wasn't death, she wanted to live a life that was her own. She couldn't do that, no matter where she went, as the daughter of Daemons. She needed a fresh start. The elder refused to change who Arey was but agreed to lock her Daemon side away, inaccessible to her, for now. Arey concluded that was better than nothing and agreed.

She came back to Lore and since has been freely roaming the lands. When she began she thought she would try her failed quests again but quickly pushed that out of her mind. She decided to let fate decide and just live. She has been doing that the last several years and she has, for the most part, enjoyed her travels. Though now, thongs are changing. The lush greenery was wonderful to a time, but no matter how dormant one side of her may be she cannot fight off the desire for a darker setting forever. She needs more and she believes she knows exactly where to find it, because locking up a monster only creates a more dangerous beast.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Will there be a post rotation for this rp?

Afinas Bios - WIP

Name: Silvia Adenias

Race: Human/Earth Born

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Rank: T-1

Appearance: Silvia stands at a petite five foot even, with thin form and little curve. Being raised on Earth she is slightly more physically capable than most Talents but nothing that can compare to the average human. She has spent her life training her mind, not her body. She possesses simple features with fair skin and sharp light eyes. Her hair falls in layers down her back in ebony but her face is framed in silver. A trait many stronger Talents tend to take on over the years. The effects of stress showing first in their hair, turning it a premature grey, most go completely white by the time they are 35.


Possessions: Being a Talent on Earth, she possesses little. Simple, predetermined changes of clothes, uniforms to single out each rank and job of a Talent, all provided by the GTC and standard throughout. Leads have a little more variety but not much. She has specific changes of clothing for each job that she must address or event, though she tends to continue to wear the uniform provided for travel and not reception. She finds it more comfortable than most of the provided pieces.

Skills/Abilities: Telepath, Telekinesis, swimming, climbing, craft operations, Tower Mechanics, Crystal Bonding

Personality: Though small of stature and build, her personality is larger than life. She is quick to temper and does not put up with idiocy on any level. Never backing down from a fight, she has been known on more than one occasion to climb up on the closest item she can find to be able to stand eye to eye to those she is berating. If nothing can be found, she is not above using her Telekinesis to lift herself up to their level. She doesn’t care how small she may be, she will not be looked down on.

Crystal: Silvias crystal is a large Black Crystal that she bonded with before she was ten years of age. A new harvest came in, it was passed over by all other T-1's due to its odd nature. Silvia found it breathtaking and quickly claimed it as her own.

History: Silvia is the sole survivor of a rock slide that happened during a horrid down pour and took out her small village. She was a but three years of age when it occurred and trapped beneath the rubble, screaming out with both her voice and mind she nearly deafened the rescue crew who had long lost hope of ever finding a survivor. Slowly the rubble was removed with the help of local Talents and Silvia was pulled from the wreckage. It has left her with a horrible fear of enclosed spaces. Even tower work becomes confining after a time and she has been known to sneak out so she can see an open sky with no barriers.

Taken in by GTC and raised by Tower Lead Crisin, she flourished in her training but dealt with bullying from the other students, some because of her abilities, and others because of her size. This wore on her over the years but she eventually toughened up and developed a thick skin and a sharp tongue because of it. Today she no longer cowers when someone decides to make a quip about her; she faces them head on and will not back down. Forcing various confrontations due to a word here or there, she has learned to fight using her Talents. This is something that is usually discouraged with Talents outside of the military but exceptions are made for those that are training to be a Tower Lead, they cannot risk one of the few to succumb to a simple fight and be left in the infirmary.

Once Silvia completed her training, she was moved from one Tower to another throughout the Galaxy, in hopes they would find one they thought she could handle. She could handle all they threw at her, the crews could not. She was soon sent back to Earth and Crisin was instructed to tame her. It took years but Silvia eventually was able to pull back slightly but in the end, she was who she was. There was nothing else to be done for it.

GTC had invested too much time and money into Silvia and now she has been shipped off to Altenia to train under Tower lead Tristan and then to be moved to Basti tower out in one of the most hostile areas in the galaxy that has sent many a Talent packing because they surrounding planets refused to stop feuding over the resources therein.

Previous Campaign

Shattering The Crystal Silence

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Name: Silvia Adenias

Race: Human/Earth Born

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Rank: T-1

Appearance: Silvia stands at a petite five foot even, with thin form and little curve. Being raised on Earth she is slightly more physically capable than most Talents but nothing that can compare to the average human. She has spent her life training her mind, not her body. She possesses simple features with fair skin and sharp light eyes. Her hair falls in layers down her back in ebony but her face is framed in silver. A trait many stronger Talents tend to take on over the years. The effects of stress showing first in their hair, turning it a premature grey, most go completely white by the time they are 35.


Possessions: Being a Talent on Earth, she possesses little. Simple, predetermined changes of clothes, uniforms to single out each rank and job of a Talent, all provided by the GTC and standard throughout. Leads have a little more variety but not much. She has specific changes of clothing for each job that she must address or event, though she tends to continue to wear the uniform provided for travel and not reception. She finds it more comfortable than most of the provided pieces.

Skills/Abilities: Telepath, Telekinesis, swimming, climbing, craft operations, Tower Mechanics, Crystal Bonding: Speaks Terran(Common Earth languge), GNC Common Language, broken Altenian

Personality: Though small of stature and build, her personality is larger than life. She is quick to temper and does not put up with idiocy on any level. Never backing down from a fight, she has been known on more than one occasion to climb up on the closest item she can find to be able to stand eye to eye to those she is berating. If nothing can be found, she is not above using her Telekinesis to lift herself up to their level. She doesn’t care how small she may be, she will not be looked down on.

Crystal: Silvias crystal is a large Black Crystal that she bonded with before she was ten years of age. A new harvest came in, it was passed over by all other T-1's due to its odd nature. Silvia found it breathtaking and quickly claimed it as her own.

History: Silvia is the sole survivor of a rock slide that happened during a horrid down pour and took out her small village. She was a but three years of age when it occurred and trapped beneath the rubble, screaming out with both her voice and mind she nearly deafened the rescue crew who had long lost hope of ever finding a survivor. Slowly the rubble was removed with the help of local Talents and Silvia was pulled from the wreckage. It has left her with a horrible fear of enclosed spaces. Even tower work becomes confining after a time and she has been known to sneak out so she can see an open sky with no barriers.

Taken in by GTC and raised by Tower Lead Crisin, she flourished in her training but dealt with bullying from the other students, some because of her abilities, and others because of her size. This wore on her over the years but she eventually toughened up and developed a thick skin and a sharp tongue because of it. Today she no longer cowers when someone decides to make a quip about her; she faces them head on and will not back down. Forcing various confrontations due to a word here or there, she has learned to fight using her Talents. This is something that is usually discouraged with Talents outside of the military but exceptions are made for those that are training to be a Tower Lead, they cannot risk one of the few to succumb to a simple fight and be left in the infirmary.

Once Silvia completed her training, she was moved from one Tower to another throughout the Galaxy, in hopes they would find one they thought she could handle. She could handle all they threw at her, the crews could not. She was soon sent back to Earth and Crisin was instructed to tame her. It took years but Silvia eventually was able to pull back slightly but in the end, she was who she was. There was nothing else to be done for it.

GTC had invested too much time and money into Silvia and now she has been shipped off to Altenia to train under Tower lead Tristan and then to be moved to Basti tower out in one of the most hostile areas in the galaxy that has sent many a Talent packing because they surrounding planets refused to stop feuding over the resources therein.

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