Azereiah

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I'll collab with you when my character is ready to step up to the test :P

Terecoth: The Hunters Guild (Always open)

Adding mentions after posting via edit doesn't trigger the system @Azereiah

@Fetzen

Ah, thanks. Thought it was like that.

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Oh. Right. Forgot to add the @Mention to my post - can't remember if adding it after-the-fact via editing works right. PM me if you'd like to do anything like a collab post or whatever.

@Banana

You want to join! (Psychic/magical abilities/modern setting.)

@HueMan

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Stand back and observe.

The display of the beast so easily defeating the first contender put Kyik'thai a little bit on edge - magic was clearly a part of the test as well, and she didn't know much about it, although she could see the lingering heat and disturbed air of the trap rune all the way from where she stood in the back of the crowd. The familiar hadn't put forth anything even vaguely resembling effort in its first match. Curiosity pulled at her, and she felt the ghost of an urge to enter the challenge immediately, now aware that there was slightly more to it than it had seemed.

Satisfying her curiosity wasn't worth the (admittedly minimal) risk yet, though. She would wait for some others to go as well. Perhaps trying to meet someone and hear their thoughts would be a good idea as well, though the thought of trying to talk to somebody was a bit intimidating, after her verbal slipup at the initial sign-in. It would have to be someone relatively non-threatening.

Kyik'thai scanned the crowd. The enormous Etlock and the Elf seemed as though they would pass the physical test easily, but she wasn't certain if she felt up to the task of greeting an enormous brute. Then again, though, if she wanted to guarantee her success, she needed a variety of perspectives on her side. A short judgment on the worth of information vs. the value of dignity later, and she was shoving her way through the significantly thinner crowd towards Grol and Amalay...

...only to very trip over what was quite possibly the smallest grown person she had ever seen (or rather, in this case, failed to see). The thought that a person could be anything under 4'10" had never occurred to her, and Jameson Privy was almost a full foot beneath that. Her powers of observation had failed miserably in the blazing light of day, amidst the noise of the event, and it certainly didn't help that she was nearly twice his height. At least the mountain of mismatched cloaks and coats softened the impact.

"Kvecht! Sorry, sorry! I saw you not!"

She extended her long-fingered, nearly skeletal hand to the dwarf in apology, ears lying flat backwards as though she were a cat being admonished by its owner.

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The Sviirog had been, of course, completely unprepared for a test of knowledge, and she wasn't entirely sure how relevant existing knowledge was to the job. But she had answered regardless - taking full advantage of her obsidian goggles and stature to 'borrow' the most common answers from other applicants without being easily caught.

It had been a fairly straightforward series of questions, and none of them required eloquent answers, which made the cheating considerably easier. One-word answers were simple, although Kyik didn't quite comprehend the concepts of Titans or Born of Ash. Indeed, her and her people were completely oblivious to the folklore of the surface dwellers, and had never even bothered to question where they had come from in the first place.

When she handed in her paper, though, despite having stolen her answers from others, she was confident that she had passed. Information gathering was an important skill for any sort of 'hunter' regardless of the type. The third question, though, rang in her mind all the way through to the next segment of the examination. What city must you never step foot in, for it is the source of all death and darkness?, she had been asked - and though the written answer was The Burg, it made very little sense to her. Death and darkness were everywhere - no city had exclusive claim over either, and the framing of 'darkness' as a bad thing seemed a little bit insensitive to her cavern-dwelling mind.

Mentions of mind-reading were made, and she wasn't bothered in the slightest at the concept of the invasion of privacy. It wasn't as though she had anything to hide about herself, after all - and she wanted to know if the Arc-Mage were capable of reading intentions and emotions rather than just thought words.

She responded to Varioyn's statements with a shrug, and handed in her paper before moving toward the door. It would be interesting to see how these sun-walking people would perform in the physical tests.

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Kyik'thai had been sitting on a treebranch outside of the Hall of Remembrance for some time, watching the other applicants and members wandering in and out of the building, when she noticed the position of the sun for the first time that day. She was still unused to the time scales of the surface dwellers and their concept of day and night, but even so, she could tell that she had accidentally waited too long. She was late. Mild humiliation both prompted her to drop off of the tree and make her way inside, past the superterranean races.

The assortment of would-be Hunters was impressive and disappointing at once. Most of the hopefuls didn't even look as though they had killed anything yet, much less anything threatening. But there were some who caught her eye - and ears. In particular, one 'Etlock' as she had learned they were called, was even taller than she was, even if only by one inch - and looked like he weighed no less than six times as much. A part of her hoped she would work with the man in the future - he seemed dangerous, and therefore safer to travel with than others. Another part wanted to avoid him as much as possible out of self preservation.

The line to Varioyn was still quite long, as the room was incredibly crowded. She knew what lines were, of course - they were present everywhere. But that didn't mean she couldn't play the part of the clueless foreigner if someone complained. That was a specialty of hers. A few minutes of listening in on the introductions told her what she assumed she needed to know, and she slipped into the line. A wide smile baring her downright violent teeth ensured the human man she cut in front of wouldn't complain at all. When she turned toward Varioyn and the front of the line, she heard the man behind her quickly shuffle himself to the back of the line.

Some short time passed, and she arrived at the front of the line, now certain that she was supposed to state her name and what she wanted. I am Kyik'thai Tvikiir, and I'm here to find proper work, she wanted to say to the man before her. Varioyn was his name, apparently.

"Kyik'thai Tvikiir. Want house money."

It didn't come out quite how she wanted it to. She was clearly several years from being properly conversational - and it didn't help that she was slightly nervous, being the only Sviirog in the building. At least it was vaguely understandable, even if she did sound like a moron.

Her own words gave her a bit of a jolt, and she hurriedly scribbled her family sigil on the sign-in sheet, along with what she assumed to be the right spelling of her own name in the common tongue. She dropped the quill back into the ink bottle and spun to shove her way through the crowd, toward the door. The enormously tall Etlock and some others who didn't appear to be cut from the same cloth as the rest of the applicants seemed to be on their way to the door as well.

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Race: Sviirog

A race of humanoids found in only the deepest, darkest pits of the earth, where not even the Kiln dare to delve. Their origin is, like the caverns they inhabit, muddy and hidden - and it's suggested by those few who have ever encountered them that they were either created alongside the Elves, or alongside Men - or are a twisted version of either that has long since disappeared from the blessings of the sun.

They only rarely venture out of the depths of the earth, and typically turn back and go home upon reaching the caverns, mines, and forges of the Kiln, as the colder air towards the surface greatly bothers them. No Sviirog cities are known to exist, as their culture revolves around small familial groups tucked away within the cramped confines of their homes, where they farm rock-hard fungi and deep ponds of foul bacterial slimes.

They are extremely tall and spindly, standing at seven feet tall. They appear to almost be batlike - universally albino, with yellow or pink eyes, enormous lightly furred ears, and razor sharp teeth. Dim bioluminescent splotches or stripes criss-cross across their skin all the way across their bodies, to provide the minimal light needed to see in the deepest places of the world. Surface-dwelling Sviirog wear obsidian-lensed goggles to protect their eyes from the blinding sun.

Those Sviirog who walk the surface are considered by their kin to be severely and incurably mentally ill, and can never again return to their homes - and, for the most part, they wouldn't want to return in the first place. They are silent and clever, and above ground they are recognized as competent pyromancers and assassins.

Note: Though gifted with the ability to see with absolutely no light sources whatsoever, they do not see colors the same way as other races do. This leads to the amusing ability to easily tell the difference between different kinds of otherwise identical minerals, fungi, and grasses, while simultaneously not being able to tell the difference between an orange piece of cloth or a purple one.

Kyik'thai Tvikiir, the Sviirog

Kyik'thai Tvikiir

^{(or Kyik, for those with trouble pronouncing it)}
Age: 26
Gender: F
Race: Sviirog

Appearance:
Kyik stands at an imposing 7'3" - a fair bit taller than the average Sviirog, and weighs in at 105 lbs, giving her a twiglike, fiendish look, almost like a twisted elf. Her large, angular eyes are a shade of near-lilac pink, though she always keeps them hidden beneath Kiln-made obsidian welding goggles. Like most Sviirog, her hair is thin, white, and scraggly - and she keeps it in a ponytail to keep it from drawing any attention. Massive batlike ears are coated with very fine snow-white fuzz, peaked neatly at the tips - and it's obvious that she takes quite good care of them. For the Sviirog, ear care is vastly more important than hair care, after all.

A ghost of a glow can be seen on her skin in a tiger-stripe pattern all across her body and face - faint enough that it's only properly visible for those with near perfect nightvision in a dark room.

In terms of clothing, she is often bundled up in very heavy cloaks or coats at all times, very few of which actually fit her, and all of which clash horribly with one anothers' colors. Beneath the mountains of warming fabric, she wears sturdy yet flexible dark stone green leather armor over a matching skintight leather suit. She often wears soft fur earmuffs to protect from the loud winds and speech of the surface. A green-and-red plaid flat cap sits atop her head, between her massive ears.

Backstory:
The Tvikiir clan, comprised of no more than ten Sviirog, was a well respected family within the circle of caverns four kilometers beneath Caragosh. Their depth was an indicator of their status, as the deeper caves provided the most heat and moisture - vital for fungus and slime farming - as well as access to the best ore veins. Her fathers were miners by trade, and her mothers tended to the sludge pools - sustaining themselves by trading materials and food further up the caverns to those closer to the surface.

As a Sviirog of breeding age, she was expected to help replenish the populations of the other clans to prevent inbreeding and a rapid population - and she did her duty as well as any other Sviirog. Most Sviirog have an average of five children throughout their lifetime, each by different sets of parents, and blood ties are generally forgotten in favor of clan and guardian - though most don't survive to adulthood, thanks to the harsh living conditions in the depths of the earth. She neither knows nor cares if her spawn are still alive.

By 23, having done her duty to her people, Kyik felt restless and unsatisfied with a life of watching pond scum reproduce, and sought out alternate ways to make herself useful - from basic medicine, to spectacularly failed attempts at inventing new tools (the Sviirog are, despite being clever earth-dwellers like the Dwarves/Kiln, not well suited to engineering). At 25, she heard a rumor from one of the surfaceward clan traders that there were strange, tiny creatures that go on two legs far, far above them, where the air was biting cold and foul to the nose - and she heard that they were masters of crafts the Sviirog didn't even have a name for.

She said her goodbyes to her clan, who all told her that she would be back within the year, but didn't object to her leaving. They figured she would be sickened by the uninhabitable air and the poor food up above, and would come running back home when she grew tired of it. They were wrong.

It took almost four months for her to climb all the way from the caverns, on account of the incredibly treacherous vertical ascents and the rather nasty wildlife that kept the Kiln from going any deeper than they already had - but she eventually reached one of the mine shafts near Caragosh. One Kiln saw her, and she saw the Kiln - before both immediately scurried back down their respective holes in fear. She crawled back out, and the Kiln had returned - this time, with a blanket and a lantern, which burned her eyes horribly. The two couldn't understand eachothers' language, but after some time, they came to an understanding, and she continued on her journey upwards, now in possession of clothing and a set of welding goggles.

Kyik cannot remember what adventures she had between meeting the first Kiln and arriving on the surface - but she found herself with no nonviolent skills, no home, and only the faintest idea of the language of the surface dwellers - and she was very, very cold. Much of her time was spent trying to blend in with the locals (and failing miserably), or hunting the local wildlife for food, as the only sustenance that kept her strength up was meat.

Her 26th birthday has recently passed, and with it, she has learned of a place where she may find work, and thus life: the Hunters' Guild.

Personality:
Borderline alien.

Sviirog culture is so far removed from surface culture that it is difficult to identify specific personality traits amidst the tribalism and strangeness, but others have described her from the viewpoint of surface dwellers. Here's what they've had to say.

She is fiercely proud of her heritage and family, and if successfully insulted (in such a manner that she understands it to be an insult, and it actually offends her Sviirog nature), she has been known to brawl viciously. She's surprisingly talkative for someone who only half-understands the local language, and often attempts to joke, though the translation from Sviirog to the common tongue usually causes it to fall flat. She has begun taking a strong interest in puns, though, which can be a little bit annoying at times.

She values courtesy, and hates magic being performed too closeby - the otherworldly heat and vibrations of casting makes her very uncomfortable.

She values life much less than most and doesn't think much about morality when accepting jobs.

Although it hasn't been confirmed, there have been reports of small fires spreading in every town she has visited while she was present. Possible minor arsonist.

She appears to be very, very clever and pragmatic - though she has more or less no surface education.

Weapon skill/choice: Rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth. She is very good at biting things. Failing that, she can and will use a dagger, but that's pushing it. She feels awkward with a weapon in her hands, and prefers to use her natural equipment.

Notable abilities: Completely untrained natural pyromancer. Like most Sviirog, she is capable of producing flames at any point within twenty meters of her body, but unlike most Sviirog, she never focused on developing this skill - and, as such, is only able to make the equivalent of a large candle flame, a loud popping noise, or a bright flash of light.

The time she didn't spend on learning fire magicks, however, was spent on learning to climb and explore the caverns without attracting the attention of other Sviirog or the local vicious beasts. She can nearly silently scale any porous surface the fine hairs in her skin can take hold of.

Sviirog strength and agility permits her to contort herself into otherwise unthinkable positions, making her motions very difficult to predict in combat.

Other Info: Odd-color vision, perfect darkvision. Incredibly fine hearing, but can be very easily incapacitated by loud noises if not wearing hearing protection.

You want to join! (Psychic/magical abilities/modern setting.)

Heyo~

I'm definitely interested, if there's still room by the time the OOC goes up. Looks like this thing is pretty much blowing up.

Terecoth: The Hunters Guild (Always open)

Yo, in-setting, how long has it been since the beginning of the Great War? I have an idea for a race I'd like to put together for a character, but the race's origin would differ quite a lot if it's been only a few decades vs. a longer time frame.