Aurkanthis

Vox Machina themed roleplay??

HELL yeah

To Hold Back The Dark

Ranged light bringer it is!

Looking For Partner/Co-Author (WH40K Iseaki RP)

I'd be interested to see what you have hammered out so far and what you're still work shopping

Vox Machina themed roleplay??

@Aurkanthisyeah sure!

And I love that!

@Adeline

Sorry... sure to what, and what do you love? Sorry I'm bordering delirium at the moment XD

To Hold Back The Dark

I wanted the symbol for a shield, but I think I am going to vary the cast a bit, and make it easier on the GM.

I think I'll Aurkanthis, the woodland ranger from the Oakenhaven region.

Vox Machina themed roleplay??

Levietha

𑁍♪ℒℯ𝓋𝒾ℯ𝓉𝒽𝒶 ℳℴℴ𝓇ℯ♪𑁍

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Name: Levietha Moore

Age: 22

Species: Human

Role: Bard, occasional cook.

Sexuality: Straight

Pronouns: She/her

Gender: Female

Outfit: pin.it/4uQBgOwQ6
✧ She usually has on a pirate themed outfit with loose fitting pants or a skirt, and a loose blouse, that is cinched at the waist with a belt or corset. She usually wears fingerless gloves and boots, all earthy tones. Her hair always is partially put back with a bandana, and she wears a good amount of jewelry. Sucks for stealth, but she likes the jingles.

Weapon(s) of Choice: Her lute or a frying pan. She goes for objects that she can hit people with. ( pin.it/1NeK9nTLM )

Special Skills/Abilities: She has no magical abilities, but physically she exceeds at a few fighting styles. While muscle isn’t her strong suit, she is quick, light on her feet. Often time she is able to beat her opponents by managing to get behind them and bashing their heads with her pan or lute. Her fighting style is what in our world would be known as Savate-French kickboxing, hitting main points of the body in fluid motions

Personality:
Levietha is a more outspoken woman, finding humor in dull situations, usually to cope with the gravity of something important. While of course this can at times lighten the mood, she often makes jokes in situations that require a somber tone. But even though she tries to find things comical, she is by no means an optimist. She is blunt, and says things how they are, which has gotten her in quite the number of fights. She is creative, and enjoys helping others find their own creative passions and outlets. It’s important. She feels like she isn’t entirely worthless when she does that.

History:

Levietha was born into death. Her mother, a kind and gentle woman, was taken at her birth, dying soon thereafter. This broke her father, who was once a strong, proud man. In fact, he was the mayor of Coppersdale in the past, before the loss of his wife.
After that, he drove the city into the ground, neglecting his daughter, blaming Levietha for every bad thing that would come his way. He felt she was a bad omen, a strange girl that brought only heartache.
The city was taken over later by his brother, a younger and…more stable man.
Once Levietha turned 15 though, her father seemed to begin getting better. He started to spend time with her, teaching her the lute, and he even made a matchbox for her, having noticed how she hated the dark. Of course, he had his off days, and when he remarried, he once again became a shell of himself, turning his back in his daughter as his new wife controlled the household. This woman, Kendra, a snakelike lady who was snobbish, a genuine bitch, married into the family and after a year, convinced her husband to kick Levietha out of her own home.
The young girl didn’t plead, didn’t beg. She stayed silent, then slowly, laughs bubbles in her chest is disbelief. She left that night with only a few coin, some clothes and her lute, along with a small bag that held what she thought was dear to her, including the matchbox.
Levietha would travel town to town, singing, playing, doing anything to earn coin. She picked up small things along the way, reaching herself to fight and sew. Occasionally she would take mercenary jobs, finding that she had a decent knack for it. Life was calm. For now.

Fears:

✧ Thalassophobia
✧ Monophobia
✧ Nyctophobia

Hobbies:

✧ Writing music and lyrics with her lute
✧ Drawing and labeling different plants
✧ Drawing and labeling different birds
✧ Telling stories and tales at random
✧ Sewing

Extra: She, at all times, has a matchbox made by her father with her.

Quote: “BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!”

Tattoos: None of them really have meaning, half the time she is just upset or bored.
On her arm-pin.it/5weZOWvnw
On her rib cage- pin.it/20v4OTedv
On her back- pin.it/7jI9LL1a7
On her thigh- pin.it/8gNpJQzdQ

@Adeline

I am low-key in love with her.

I think Lyrael will become her dad. I don't know if it's begrudgingly at first, or not, yet.

I updated my sheet, mainly with an image. Yeah, yeah, AI art yadda yadda. It serves a purpose. Use your imagination regarless. XD

Out of curiosity I put in your 2 other characters and got some cool results if you're interested.

Vox Machina themed roleplay??

@Aurkanthis Ranger squad! Ranger squad!

@Lovely Bones

OMG, I am so stoked for this now. I have some questions... PM?

Vox Machina themed roleplay??

Name: Lyrael Thalanor
Age: Appears to be 30s or 40s by human standards.
Species: Elf
Role: Ranger (Druidic Warrior)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Pronouns: He/him
Sex: Male

Outfit:
Long-traveled leathers with layered forest greens, shadowed browns, and moss-toned grays. His cloak carries faint iridescence under moonlight, almost like dew or starlight woven into the fabric. He wears a belt of small bone and crystal charms, likely from the Feywild. Soft boots, fingerless gloves, and a satchel that smells faintly of rain and wild mint.

Image:

Lyrael

Eyes are way brighter in the image, but maybe if you really got him worked up, or something. LOL

Weapons of Choice:
A smooth, knotted wooden quarterstaff, imbued with Fey magic.
A long, slim recurve bow of ancient make, carved from silvery wood.
Rough, hand-crafted daggers for utility, not flair.

Special Skills/Abilities:
Feywild survival instincts, heightened senses, especially in natural or magical environments.
Uses wisdom, dexterity and agility in combat. He is precise, calm, and strategic; no wasted movements.
Staff fighting techniques learned through years of solitude and survival.
No slouch with a bow or blades.
Druidic magic focus: Empowering weapons, Minor nature manipulation like healing and plant growth.
Seems to occasionally "know" things he shouldn’t, as if nudged by some unseen force.

Personality:
Quietly intense; observant before outspoken. A man of few words, but when he speaks, it’s often with purpose. Compassionate, but distant; he carries the stillness of someone who has stood alone under strange stars. Loyal to life, not necessarily to people or politics. Carries the burden of being needed more than known.

History:
Once an elven wanderer with a love of wild places, Lyrael vanished one day in a forest that may no longer exists on most maps as far as he knows. The Feywild took him—or welcomed him—and he endured it for what felt like years. Whether it was by fate, design, or something else entirely, he returned. Same plane, different time. How long has it been? He’s not sure. He just knows something needs protecting now—and he is ready.

Fears:
Losing himself again—either to the Feywild or to a purpose too great.
That he was brought back not to save, but to destroy.
Forgetting who he was before it all. He has painstakingly made sure to remember his name and who he was before he walked into the Feywild.

Hobbies:
Whittling charms from bone or wood.
Watching wildlife.
Studying dreams, omens, and seasonal patterns.
Meditating in high places, like treetops or ridgelines.

Extra:
A long, twisting scar runs from shoulder to mid-back—something Fey-born gave him.
Faint runic tattoos on his hands and collarbone, only visible under moonlight.
Carries a single dried flower pressed in a glass vial, origin unknown.
Eyes slightly luminescent in darkness—not fully Fey, but touched.

Feel free to choose how long he's been gone and work it into the narrative! XD

Vox Machina themed roleplay??

XD working on it.

To Hold Back The Dark

Nice. I like it