Ariamis

The Truth Behind the Project

Elise was now starting to recover, and watched the fight that unfolded with hazy eyes, not quite making out who was making what attack. Her head was still spinning, but by the fight was about to end she lifted up to a sitting position, and saw how Rose finished off the Primordial. The way she handled her magic was really impressive to her, not to mention her use of a strange weapon that resembled a metal snake. She smiled at the parts where Rose stabbed the monster repeatedly in cold blood, and then decapitated it; it made something move inside her, a thrill that was previously subdued by her defeat at Akame's hands, but was now rising again. Not that it mattered, since Elise had trouble even standing up; Rose saw how the spunky girl went up on one knee after the fight was over, and then used her sword as a crutch as she was standing on one leg. Her eyes were focused on the blood that trickled from Rose's shoulder, but not in a worried way as one might expect, but with a certain kind of fascination that was not quite desire, but close.

"Wow Rea, that was (cough) great. Shame I couldn't join you on that one. I woulda shown that Primy who's (cough) boss."

The Truth Behind the Project

Do you mean OOC or IC?

Cancelled

Ishtar of the Searing Sands

Name: Ishtar of the Searing Sands

Race: Sarben

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Place of Origin: The Heartlands

Appearance and Personality:

Ishtar

Ishtar stands about the same height as a human male, and has a body built like a chiseled statue, muscled yet delicate. His stony frame can also take the shape of the very sands he is born from, but it is a secret technique every Sarben guards very closely. On his belt he carries a dagger, and on his back he wears a hip-length cape not to protect from the intense heat of the sun, but to hide his subtler actions of questionable legality. The clothes he wears are made from leather, along with the small bag on his side used for storing stolen trinkets and other items of value. He keeps his face concealed with linen wrappings, with only a thin slit left to reveal his yellow eyes in the darkness, sure to unnerve any non-Sarben. If he were to ever remove these wrappings, one would find that he has no face indeed, but only four circles in a diamond pattern.

Ishtar is a Sarben, and while polite when dealing with the waterborn as he calls them, doesn't conform to the same social norms as they do. He doesn't greet or bid farewell, nor does he use body language or physical contact to convey messages. He tends to be quiet and imposing like the heat of the desert, and tends to receive fear and even scorn from others, in addition to the mystery his race brings. He believes in an ancient Sarben proverb: "The desert takes the lost", and thus has become committed to stealing from the rich merchants and nobles in order to return the lost wealth of his community. If the topic of discussion arrives on his people, he opens up a bit more to talk about the proud history and tradition of the Sarben.

Class: Sand Stalker
Ishtar, in his quest to return his old caravan community to its former wealth and prosperity, has honed his skills of stealth and subterfuge over the years. He can pick the pockets of anyone not detected by his presence, and his dagger delivers deadly critical hits when he strikes unseen. Using the well-kept secret of the Sarben, he can even shift his body into a sand-like form, and with the swiftness of the wind, disappear and appear somewhere else nearby. If he is detected, he can also cause a localized miniature sandstorm around him and his allies, providing them with a makeshift smoke bomb to escape from any conflict unwinnable by the sword or the tongue.

Stats:
STR: 11
END: 12
INT: 10
WIS: 12
CHR: 5
AGI: 18
LCK: 12


Background: Ishtar comes from a once prosperous caravan community that travelled outside the Heartlands and to other kingdoms like Teredil, trading in goods and supplies from faraway lands. However, the golden age of the Searing Sands ended when a war broke out in Teredil, and the caravan was sacked by a travelling army. Having lost their wealth, the community broke out and spread to other lands in search of a better future. Ishtar never forgave this deed, and thus set out to take back what he believed was rightfully theirs.

He spent many years travelling from city to city. He started as a street performer, using his stony body to perform petty tricks to collect what little gold he could, before he started picking pockets and eventually moved on to performing big heists, hiding out in the cargoes of ships or sneaking into well-guarded treasuries. Having heard rumors of a big score waiting to be collected by a skilled thief, Ishtar set his next destination to Thanadan.

Cancelled

@Ariamis

But he'll be cooked into glass!

@Monochromatic Rainbow

Then he'll be a literal glass cannon

Cancelled

<Snipped quote>

Jesus Christ he's going to melt in the desert heat. Unless this is Antarctica. In which case he'd freeze.

(Seriously though. Leather is HOT and not in the sexy way.)

@Monochromatic Rainbow

He's made of solid sand, so he'll be fine.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

"Indeed I have, Your Majesty," Maria answered. "I was visited by Kyubey, you see. He wove a story about unsavory behavior going down at the industrial sector; magical experiments and whatnot. Why he chose to tell me and not Dora is beyond my comprehension. Nonetheless, I believe this is a matter that shouldn't be ignored, as questionable as the source may be."

[Horror/Survival]Blackwood Manor

Is this going to only have running around the house scared while people die, or is there an actual mystery with clues for the players to find and solve?

Cancelled

Ishtar of the Searing Sands

Name: Ishtar of the Searing Sands

Race: Sarben

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Place of Origin: The Heartlands

Appearance and Personality:

Ishtar

Ishtar stands about the same height as a human male, and has a body built like a chiseled statue, muscled yet delicate. His stony frame can also take the shape of the very sands he is born from, but it is a secret technique every Sarben guards very closely. On his belt he carries a dagger, and on his back he wears a hip-length cape not to protect from the intense heat of the sun, but to hide his subtler actions of questionable legality. The clothes he wears are made from leather, along with the small bag on his side used for storing stolen trinkets and other items of value. He keeps his face concealed with linen wrappings, with only a thin slit left to reveal his yellow eyes in the darkness, sure to unnerve any non-Sarben. If he were to ever remove these wrappings, one would find that he has no face indeed, but only four circles in a diamond pattern.

Ishtar is a Sarben, and while polite when dealing with the waterborn as he calls them, doesn't conform to the same social norms as they do. He doesn't greet or bid farewell, nor does he use body language or physical contact to convey messages. He tends to be quiet and imposing like the heat of the desert, and tends to receive fear and even scorn from others, in addition to the mystery his race brings. He believes in an ancient Sarben proverb: "The desert takes the lost", and thus has become committed to stealing from the rich merchants and nobles in order to return the lost wealth of his community. If the topic of discussion arrives on his people, he opens up a bit more to talk about the proud history and tradition of the Sarben.

Class: Sand Stalker
Ishtar, in his quest to return his old caravan community to its former wealth and prosperity, has honed his skills of stealth and subterfuge over the years. He can pick the pockets of anyone not detected by his presence, and his dagger delivers deadly critical hits when he strikes unseen. Using the well-kept secret of the Sarben, he can even shift his body into a sand-like form, and with the swiftness of the wind, disappear and appear somewhere else nearby. If he is detected, he can also cause a localized miniature sandstorm around him and his allies, providing them with a makeshift smoke bomb to escape from any conflict unwinnable by the sword or the tongue.

Stats:
STR: 11
END: 12
INT: 10
WIS: 12
CHR: 5
AGI: 18
LCK: 12
Background: Ishtar comes from a once prosperous caravan community that travelled outside the Heartlands and to other kingdoms like Teredil, trading in goods and supplies from faraway lands. However, the golden age of the Searing Sands ended when a war broke out in Teredil, and the caravan was sacked by a travelling army. Having lost their wealth, the community broke out and spread to other lands in search of a better future. Ishtar never forgave this deed, and thus set out to take back what he believed was rightfully theirs.

He spent many years travelling from city to city. He started as a street performer, using his stony body to perform petty tricks to collect what little gold he could, before he started picking pockets and eventually moved on to performing big heists, hiding out in the cargoes of ships or sneaking into well-guarded treasuries. Having heard rumors of a big score waiting to be collected by a skilled thief, Ishtar set his next destination to Thanadan.

Cancelled

I'm thinking about making a Sarben rogue. Expect a sheet tomorrow.

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

Elora flinched a bit at the white creature's appearance. She wondered how a feline mammal was in a military base once she saw the little ball of fur hop on Antwon. It was really cute, and Elora worried for its safety once one of the scary soldiers ordered him to dispose of it. Thankfully Antwon had a heart and refused, if in an impolite manner. Zan scolded him for that, which wasn't that strange to her: he would be the type to be strict about authority. He had a point though: They all now knew what happens if you're not careful around your superiors. Her thoughts ran back to a certain somebody who learned that the hard way.
Poor Ian. If only I could see him again.

And then, as if her wish was granted, she heard his voice, and Ian was once again among them. Elora clasped her hands together on her chest, her mouth agape. There was something about Ian that was different, even strange, and she did notice that Ian was missing an ear, but Elora was too distracted about her joy at seeing him alive to pay attention to it.

"I-Ian, I'm so glad you're alive. D-Did everything go well in the med-bay?" She wanted to ask him about Sigma, but she didn't want to put too much pressure on the recently wounded.

And then Sigma appeared, and placed a cake on the table. Elora was confused at first, but then she remembered that Sigma promised her and Serah something like that. But Elora didn't care about the sugary treat: she was more glad to see her friend again. However, it was then that she realized: Sigma wasn't herself. She didn't show much emotion when she greeted her, and Elora was frightened by that.
Maybe she's just taking her new role as squad leader seriously?

"Umm, thank you Sigma," she meekly responded to her. Her previous joy from seeing Ian disappeared like the setting sun. Elora didn't know what happened in the med-bay between the two of them, and that made her worried.