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Scourge of the Seas

Application

NAME: "Red" Raphe Alan Leveret

SEX: Male

DATE OF BIRTH: 10/30/1684

PLACE OF BIRTH; Stroud, Gloucestershire, England

BACKSTORY: The son of a middle class low-ranking naval officer, Raphe Leverett had as good a childhood as can be expected. There was a charity school nearby, which he did well enough in, but he commonly got into fights with the other boys behind the schoolhouse. When he was 14, he became the cabin boy on a Royal Navy ship, where he learned the ins and outs of sailing and ship hierarchy. A couple years later he jumped ship in Italy, after witnessing many impressive feats of swordplay and shooting; an advertising campaign by a martial school. Raphe got a job at the school as a janitor, but was almost fired when his boss caught him mimicking the students with his broom. Luckily, the master of the school saw him too, and noticed the boy's natural talent.

After several years of training, he traveled to Spain to participate in a competition. There, he met the wife of a participant that he didn't end up fighting and they both fell in love. The absconded to the south of Spain, and there they lived for a long time before the angry husband found them. After looking for a job, Raphe came home to the husband stabbing his former wife through her pregnant abdomen. After a long and painful duel, he killed the husband. He believes that had he been a better swordsman, he would have been able to save his wife. He turned to piracy to find adventure, money, and practice the generally frowned upon hobby of becoming a more efficient killing machine.

APPEARANCE: 5'8"; well muscled, but still flexible; medium-length auburn hair kept in a ponytail, sideburns and stubble; wears navy blue breeches and a dark red leather frock coat, with a navy and red striped sash; he wears two braces of pistols and an early ringed rapier, with a stout throwing axe tucked into his belt; his arms are covered in countless small red X tattoos. I'll get a picture later.

MOTIVATION: Wants adventure, cash, and to be a better fighter

SKILLS/STRENGTHS: Expert swordsman and sharpshooter; good secret keeper; moves extremely quietly; speaks spanish and some italian

WEAKNESSES: Teamwork, especially in a fight; recklessly impulsive; obsessed with becoming stronger/better fighter, to his own detriment; violent drunk

ROLE ON SHIP: Master Gunner

NAME OF SHIP: The Zodiac's Warning

NAME OF CAPTAIN: Theodore de la Cruz

SHIP DESCRIPTION/SPECS: I don't know yet. Robert's description was crap.

@surebeens

I can't accept the application without a ship description; as soon as Rob posts his application, I'll accept yours.

Scourge of the Seas

Application

APPLICATION:

NAME: Cato Valentinovna

SEX: Female

DATE OF BIRTH: November 7th, 1690

PLACE OF BIRTH: Moscow, Russia

BACKSTORY: Cato Valentinovna was born into the proud nobility of the Russian Tsardom, growing up in the distinguished court of Peter the First. Her father was a rich merchant that sold luxurious fabrics and clothing to the aristocracy. Her mother was a French noblewoman and avid artist. Her childhood was as comfortable for her family as it was insufferable for her sensibilities. She was raised to be a gentle and polite lady of the court, but she longed to take part in more boyish fields of study like science and history. Both her parents heavily reprimanded her for this behaviour, as they did not want to damage their reputation with the other more traditional Russian nobles.

Inspired by the sweeping modernization reforms enacted by her own monarch, Peter I, Cato resisted her mother’s desperate attempts to civilize her. She stole books on medicine and surgery, which she studied profusely. After a year of maintaining her fascination with the medical profession, she declared that she would become a doctor to the Tsars of Russia. Her parents, who had already planned to marry her off to another Russian family in order to better their position in the nobility, completely forbade her to pursue her new ambitions. In response, she stole as much money and product from her father’s storehouse and fled from her home. She paid her way through Europe, learning what she could from willing medical institutions and moving on. She spent a year in Paris, becoming a novelty in the court of Louis XIV. She treated the aristocracy of the Sun King until she realized that she was more of a novelty than a doctor to the decadent French peerage.

After leaving Paris, she decided to travel to the Americas, where she believed that she could be taken more seriously as a medical doctor. As she neared the Caribbean, a fierce gale struck, driving her ship off course and tearing its sails badly. Drifting a few miles out of Nassau, the ship was easy pickings for the first pirate to inevitably happen upon it: 'Black Jack' Blackett of the Bucephalus. Boarding the battered vessel, the pirates swiftly overcame any resistance, and began the process of transferring cargo and captives across to their own ship. Without warning, however, a third ship began to fire upon the Bucephalus. A pirate hunter sloop-of-war, its deck packed with veteran privateers. Blackett's crew rushed to man their own guns, but amidst the chaos the pirates' quartermaster was hit by dozens of splinters from a nearby cannon impact. The wounds would certainly have killed him, had a certain Cato not stepped forward from amidst the captives and offered to treat the wounded man. With the captain's permission, she proceeded to meticulously remove every trace of shrapnel from the quartermaster, disinfecting and stitching his wounds quickly and cleanly, even as the two ships continued to exchange cannonfire. Recognising the value of having such a skilled surgeon on board, Captain Blackett immediately offered her a choice: take a position on his crew, or be enslaved, ransomed, or killed like the rest of the captives. After some decidedly brief consideration, she accepted his offer.

APPEARANCE: i.imgur.com/YzCUqqb.png

MOTIVATION: Cato wants to be recognized as a proper medical professional in some great court of Europe, although that ambition has somewhat fallen to the wayside since her first taste of the adventure of piracy. At the moment, she has decided to see the world before settling anywhere.

SKILLS/STRENGTHS: Cato is a skilled surgeon and regular doctor, with knowledge on much of the world and many fields of medicine. She has been known to make sparkling conversation with both crew-members and captives, and she can play the violin nicely.

WEAKNESSES: She is well versed in swordplay on paper, but in actuality she has quite a bit of trouble holding her own. Instead of joining the fight, she can usually be found below-deck either taking shelter or treating the wounded.

NAME OF CAPTAIN: John Lysander Blackett

ROLE ON SHIP: Ship’s Doctor

NAME OF SHIP: The Bucephalus

SHIP DESCRIPTION/SPECS: The Bucephalus is a 32 gun frigate, formerly a 5th rate warship of the Royal Navy. It carries 24 broadside 12-pound guns, 4 long 9-pound bow chasers, and 4 long 9-pound stern chasers, along with 6 swivel guns on deck for close action. It has a crew complement of 145. Under Captain Blackett, the ship is decorated with crimson sails, a Jolly Roger depicting a horse with the lower half of a fish (hippocampus) piercing a heart with a trident, and a bronze figurehead depicting the same creature as on the flag, minus the trident and heart.

@Luftwaffles

Accepted! You may now post in the Char tab. ^^

Scourge of the Seas

By the year 1715, the so-called 'Golden Age of Piracy' was in full-swing; vicious men prowled the seas in search of fame and fortune just as the mighty European powers did. Many pirates had already made names for themselves, and a handful had entire fleets to call their own. Others marauded in simple sloops or battered brigs, nothing more than petty bandits. The life of nautical adventure and piracy attracted men and women from all walks of life, noble and common.

Unfortunately, not everyone found riches; many merely found warm, watery graves without making their mark on the world. Those that find success would have bounties put on their heads, and find themselves going from hunter to hunted. Truly, the life of a pirate was one of profit through danger.

Plot & Rules
This RP is, in essence, a collection of much smaller RPs that may occasionally come together. These 'smaller RPs' take place on your ship, giving you players more of an opportunity to create your own little plots. At this time, there is no large overarching plot in play, so reave and pillage to your heart's content!
Your characters may be captains, crewmen or whatever strikes your fancy. If you would like, you don't have to be a pirate either; being a member of a European navy, privateer or a pirate hunter is also a valid option!
The date for the start of this RP is 1 June 1715.

Now, the dreaded rules.

1. Do not, under any circumstances, do anything that seriously affects another player's character without their consent; shooting at a character without telling the player is fine, but actually shooting them is not, for example.
2. If your character has a ship completely their own with no other players, you have the freedom of posting whenever your feel like it; those players that share ships or plots will have to be at least somewhat active.
3. This isn't a rule, just a recommendation. Please avoid starting your character off with an entire fleet of ships to call their own; there will probably be little progression for them, and unless they're written extremely well, it will likely become stale.
4. It is possible to join the crew another player's ship if you get their permission to do so.
5. This RP is purely historical, meaning that there will be no magic, krakens, etc. That said, tales of such things are completely okay.
6. You can have as many characters as you wish, but one, maybe two is recommended.
7. If you find anything wrong, do not hesitate to tell the GM or any co-GMs that may be appointed.

Application Sheet

[b]NAME:[/b]
[b]SEX:[/b]
[b]DATE OF BIRTH:[/b]
[b]PLACE OF BIRTH;[/b]
[b]BACKSTORY:[/b]
[b]APPEARANCE:[/b]
[b]MOTIVATION:[/b] (this is optional)
[b]SKILLS/STRENGTHS:[/b]
[b]WEAKNESSES:[/b]
[b]ROLE ON SHIP:[/b]
[b]NAME OF SHIP:[/b]
[b]NAME OF CAPTAIN:[/b] (if not your character)
[b]SHIP DESCRIPTION/SPECS:[/b]

My Character Sheet, for reference

NAME: Lydia Chambers
SEX: Female
DATE OF BIRTH: 13/04/1698 (17 years)
PLACE OF BIRTH; Maldon, Essex, England
BACKSTORY:Lydia was born is a slightly upper-class family in Essex, England. However, her family had made enemies in recent years and they felt that it was no longer safe for them all if they continued as they were. Lydia's mother and father made the decision to move to the New World when she was nine years old.

Unfortunately for her and her family, the ship they were travelling on was spotted by the pirate captain Nolan Francis Kirkwood, who captained 'The Devil's Anvil'. He and his crew boarded the ship, leaving havoc in their wake; the men were killed, the women raped and the children (Lydia and her siblings) were taken prisoner.

Lydia has remained with the crew of 'the Devil's Anvil' ever since, disrespected and mostly ignored by the crew. Mostly...
APPEARANCE:i.imgur.com/xsgDGJG.jpg , 5'3"
MOTIVATION: Prefer not to say.
SKILLS/STRENGTHS: A fantastic climber and a fairly decent shot with a pistol. Because of her constant climbing on ropes and ladders, she has pretty powerful arms and legs. She's also fairly good at general tasks like cleaning and cooking.
WEAKNESSES: Is not good in close-quarters combat, and gets rather agitated when spending prolonged periods on land.
ROLE ON SHIP: Rigging monkey and also does general chores
NAME OF SHIP: 'The Devil's Anvil'
NAME OF CAPTAIN: Nolan Francis "Old Ironwood" Kirkwood
SHIP DESCRIPTION/SPECS: Brig, 31.4m long, has 18 4.6-inch guns. The sails are white, and the figurehead is of a naked man carrying a trident and shield, wearing a Corinthian helmet. The ship's 'jolly roger' has a horned skull, with a rose and a sword crossed together underneath. The Rose's stem has been cut by the sword.

Map of the Caribbean for who owns what.

Wanted: Squad of killers to dispose of Chosen One

Name: Zofija Halsey
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Age: 29
Appearance: Here
Religion: None
Backstory: Born in Zelamoyod to cruel and abusive parents, Zofija's childhood was far from ideal; she was cut off from the outside world, unable to make friends and to learn about many things, including morality. After years upon years of suffering, her parents sold her to agents of the Dark Lord on her 15th birthday.
The Dark Lord recognised her magical abilities soon after she came into his service; she was trained intensely for years, though the Lord was much more supportive in her learning. For the first time in her life, she was well-cared for, and finally had somebody to look up to. Once she had fully understood her own powers, she was a completely willing servant of the Lord.
Motivation: To serve the Dark Lord as best she can.
Magic: The ability to warp reality using psychic powers.
Skills/Strengths: She excels in using psychology to get what she wants; the use of violence isn't a first resort, though she's not afraid to get her hands dirty. In addition, she can warp reality, such as making things appear out of nothing, or making people think that illusuions are reality.
Weaknesses: Because of her undying loyalty to the Dark Lord, she is willing to do whatever he tells her to, even if her orders go against her own best interests. She's also not very trusting or trustworthy; the Lord comes first - everyone else is secondary to her.
Gear: Some nice clothes, a small knife and a pistol
Other: None

Wanted: Squad of killers to dispose of Chosen One

Name: Zofija Halsey
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Age: 29
Appearance: Here
Religion: None
Backstory: Born in Zelamoyod to cruel and abusive parents, Zofija's childhood was far from ideal; she was cut off from the outside world, unable to make friends and to learn about many things, including morality. After years upon years of suffering, her parents sold her to agents of the Dark Lord on her 15th birthday.
The Dark Lord recognised her magical abilities soon after she came into his service; she was trained intensely for years, though the Lord was much more supportive in her learning. For the first time in her life, she was well-cared for, and finally had somebody to look up to. Once she had fully understood her own powers, she was a completely willing servant of the Lord.
Motivation: To serve the Dark Lord as best she can.
Magic: The ability to warp reality using psychic powers.
Skills/Strengths: She excels in using psychology to get what she wants; the use of violence isn't a first resort, though she's not afraid to get her hands dirty. In addition, she can warp reality, such as making things appear out of nothing, or making people think that illusuions are reality.
Weaknesses: Because of her undying loyalty to the Dark Lord, she is willing to do whatever he tells her to, even if her orders go against her own best interests. She's also not very trusting or trustworthy; the Lord comes first - everyone else is secondary to her.
Gear: Some nice clothes, a small knife and a pistol
Other: None

To Meddle in the Affairs of Dragons

Written by @Mardox and I

Soon enough, the two had finished their food and were now on their way back to Herbert’s wagon; both of the girls were now wearing their cloaks. Rhiara’s fur cloak had plenty of white fur at its top, which bended in with her hair to give the illusion of a mane. Athaliah’s however, was the traditional brown and grey. There was perhaps an inch of snow on the ground and the girls were now even more thankful that they wouldn’t be walking. The pair spotted two more figures leading their horses, leaving where Herbert’s wagon was parked – though the wagon was still there, with Herbert and Erika themselves next to it. “Morning, you two!” Athaliah shouted merrily when she was close enough.

"Morning!" Called back Erika cheerfully as Herbert pushed a large iron chest into the wagon before smiling at Athaliah and giving a friendly wave to both her and Rhiara. "Ready to hit the road?" Asked Erika. "I guarantee that adventuring with Herbert is always interesting."

“Yeah…” Rhiara fidgeted with her glove nervously. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
Athaliah was busy watching the two people lead their horses away. “So, who were they?” she asked inquisitively.

"Our item retrieval expert and her eastern bodyguard." Replied Erika. "They'll be joining us to get some documents and stuff that we'll need from a rather unpleasant Viarosan nobleman. They might stick around afterwards."

“Item… retrieval… expert?” Rhiara narrowed her eyes. “What’s –”
Athaliah interrupted her. “A thief, Weiss.” She spoke disdainfully. “Well, what’re these people ‘retrieving’?”

"There was another survivor from Krossavik who was obsessed with slaying Htraknu. Before he set off to do battle with the dragon, he amassed a sizable amount of information." Explained Erika. "When he left Viarosa, the nobleman in question seized the documents he left behind, along with some of his personal possessions. Once we have the documents and his personal things, we'll have more intel about Htraknu and we may be able to pinpoint where Bjorn hid out during his campaign."

Athaliah raised her eyebrows. “Okay, assuming that the noble has these documents and those thieves are able to steal them, what do we do then? Look for the camps this man set up that might not exist anymore?”

"The camps are one option," Interjected Herbert grimly, "but if we use the documents and items to find his remains - at least part of them anyways - then we can ask the man himself what we need to know." With that, he began rummaging about in the wagon's boxes for something.

“Sorry, sorry, what?” Athaliah replied, her expression in-between confused and mortified. “How can we ask the man if we find his remains?”

"Here it is!" Said Herbert in an almost triumphant manner as he produced a rather dusty and battered-looking book from a crate. The black-covered tome appeared to be positively ancient, and due to its black cover, the locks keeping it shut, and the unsettling symbols on the cover, it gave off a somewhat sinister air even in the bright morning light. The monster hunter turned to Athaliah and presented the book with a grim smile. "A little bit of magic, of course."

Athaliah squirmed on the spot. “Uhh, are you sure you know what you’re doing, Herbert?”
Rhiara also seemed uncomfortable, and she took a step backwards. “Please tell me you don’t do that kind of thing regularly.”

Herbert met Athaliah's gaze with a rather serious expression. "This isn't the sort of thing to fool around with. If I didn't know what I was doing, I wouldn't suggest it." The monster hunter and apparent part-time necromancer turned his attention to Rhiara. "I assure you that I do not partake in this sort of activity any more than absolutely necessary. Necromancy is not to be taken lightly."

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Athaliah replied. “I trust you though.”
“Me too. I know you’ll do what’s right.” Rhiara nodded. “What’s our next step, by the way?”

"Well, we gather the party and head back to Viarosa." Said Herbert. "If you've got any more packing left to do, you should probably get it done now."

To Meddle in the Affairs of Dragons

Athaliah groaned as she got out of her bed; she’d have preferred staying in a little while longer, of course, but she and Rhiara were going to be busy this morning. Rhiara still slept in her own bed on the other end of the room. There was a room divider in the corner, for people to get changed away from prying eyes.

Athaliah appeared from behind the divider a couple minutes later, wearing her red jerkin and black trousers. The middle of her jerkin was unfastened, showing a simple black leather shirt. Rhiara was sitting up on her bed, patiently waiting for her friend. “Morning, Ath.” She said drearily, before getting up and heading behind the divider herself.
“Tired?” Athaliah replied as she flopped down on her own bed again.
“A little,” said the white-haired girl. “Uh, can I ask you something important?”
Athaliah sighed; she already knew what the question would be about. “Sure…”
“What’s going to happen now? With the whole ‘hunting a god-killing dragon’ thing?”
“We’ll meet Herbert and Erika back at their wagon in an hour or two. Then, well, I have no idea…”

The next two minutes passed by in complete silence. Rhiara emerged wearing a short black pad and leather dress, her high boots and her long gloves – her usual adventuring attire. Her metal knee guards and her pauldron were missing, being in Herbert’s wagon. “I’m gonna get some breakfast before we meet with Herbert and Erika,” Rhiara gestured towards the door. “are you coming?” Athaliah groaned again, forcing herself off her bed.

The two walked down the halls to the kitchens, dodging the odd servant who all seemed as energetic as always, despite their very early rise. Athaliah even noticed one or two that were present at the feast, long into the night. ‘These men must be made of iron.’ Ath thought to herself.
“Guess we’ll have to wait until I can teach you woodcarving, huh?” Rhiara sighed, breaking the silence between the two.
Athaliah shook her head, with a small laugh. “Really? We’re about to go hunting for a huge, god-killing dragon and that’s what you’re worried about?”
“It’s just… I don’t know, I don’t like breaking promises.”
Athaliah patted her friend’s shoulder. “It’s not breaking it; we’ll still do it, just later than we planned.”

Athaliah opened the door to the dinner hall, where many guests were already eating their own breakfasts. Almost as soon they sat down themselves, a servant approached them. He was rather old to be catering to the needs of the order’s guests, looking around thirty years old or so. “What would these two fair ladies like to eat, on this cold morning?”
Ath did her best to sound friendly to the man, even if she was still tired. “Two bits of hot, saucy mutton if that’s not too much trouble, thank you.” The servant nodded and left as quickly as he arrived.
Rhiara raised an eyebrow. “How’d you know I wanted mutton, Ath?”
“You’re very predictable.” Athaliah shrugged. “Mutton’s usually your first choice if you get to pick.”
Rhi smiled, privately glad that someone had noticed something so silly about her. “You notice the most useless things, you know that?”
“I do. You see those two people over there?” Ath nodded her head in the direction of two people chatting. When Rhiara looked, she ruffled her friend’s white hair playfully. “And you’re too trusting.”
“Hey! I worked real hard on my hair today!” Rhiara pouted. Without another word, she did the same to Athaliah. The servant from earlier on stood at their table, looking both confused and a bit vexed; he was probably standing there for a while. “Your muttons, my ladies.” He placed both plates on the table with a nod, and then hurried along to another.

To Meddle in the Affairs of Dragons

My Hider

Name: Vineatien

Sex: Male

Race: Plant-Dragon (Dryad-dragon? Dryagon?) (A dragon was slain at the very spot where Vineatien "sprouted" from ages ago. The magical blood seeped into the soil before being absorbed into a seed planted underneath, in which the dragon's blood slowly transformed the seed into a bit more into the likeness of a dragon egg, while still retaining its botanic origins. It absorbed water and nutrients and created roots similar to the average seed, although it was to support the growing hatchling inside it. Once it was ready, Vineatien simply "sprouted" forth from the dirt.) If it's too weird though, then Vineatien could be classified as a plant-elemental dragon.
( orig07.deviantart.net/8c50/f/2012/103… Pic ref! )

Age: (1 dragon year=30 human years) 60 dragon yrs

Religion: Personally believes that a dryad allowed his creation to happen.

Backstory: Vineatien hatched from a egg-seed from within a forested lake area in Asmeinland. There he had remained there for nearly his entire youth-teenage stages, utilizing the ability of photosynthesis to keep himself fed. However, he lived a solitary life back then, only receiving social interaction from the plant-life around him.
Vineatien did, once stray from his place of origin, taking a trek that was curiously close to Hoffen. According to his thoughts, "...it was a strange place. Where the warm-blooded tamed the vegetation underneath them instead of letting them grow and expand..." The beast left Hoffen, after witnessing a harvesting of crops to which drove him away.
The news of Htraknu's actions had traveled as quick as the wind could carry it from plant to plant. The dragon had acquired the unusual understanding of plant language through their usage of spores and pollen. As days passed, the whispery-sleepy woods that Vineatien called home turned into a seemingly silent frenzy of panic. The dragon was in the middle with the frantic panicking and misery spreading among the undergrowth and trees. What could be described as a "momentary madness", Vineatien stood upon a boulder where he announced he would risk his own life so that plant-life could continue in case Htraknu did something horrid if he ever achieved godhood. "I could not think of the land where none of you survived, and I will preserve your kind even at the spilling of my own blood."
Afterwards, the dragon had to undergo intense schooling on a language of the warm-blooded, simply so he could communicate with humans/orcs/etc (as he previously didn't know how to speak). Once he shook off most of his thick accent, Vineatien left his wooden home in search for a way to fulfill his seemingly-impossible promise.

Motivation: To help bring peace back to his forest home so that the plants he lived with wouldn't continue feeling panicked. Though, it was more of a decision made out of uncertainty.

Magic: Born with magic/can use magic naturally.

-Regenerative/Healing abilities: When injured, vine-like plants sprout from the ground at Vineatien's side (or under if he's standing up), which quickly wrap around the site of injury to immediately heal said injury. If some part as been cut off, the vines will form a "cocoon" in the shape of whatever body part as been lost before untangling and revealing the newly regenerated part. Vines secrete a minty-green mucus that nubs pain and itching and is excellent for covering cuts, burns, and rashes. This mucus can also be collected and used by other beings.

- Enhanced vegetation growth-breath: Vineatien lacks the fire-breath that most dragons have. Instead, it's been replaced with a magical gust of air that can caused frenzied growing of plants and or vegetation. It can be good for creating a natural wall of untamed spiked plants or it can be good for accelerating the growth of crops and boosting their produce.

-Camouflage: Vineatien is able to tweak and morph his body to appear like a small grassy hill. Magic is used to make it a lot more natural-like.

-Growth/Shrinkage: Self-explanatory, Vineatien is able to adjust his size accordingly.

-Magical Blood: Oddly enough, blood from Vineatien can cause a variety of plants to grow (i.e A droplet of blood lands upon a barren patch of dirt. Plants will grow instantly). When drank, it can rejuvenate energy and give the person a "green thumb". Traces of Vineatien's magical blood can be found in the fruit he produces upon his horns which provides the same benefits (and a healthy snack). ( Fruit ref: cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/i… )

Skills/Strengths: Most of his "strengths" have been listed in the magic section! But here's a few skills!

-Excellent Runner: Due to the lack of wings, most of Vineatien's strength lies within his legs. He is able to run "as fast as the wind" in almost any terrain.

-Excellent Climber: Loosely tied in with the skill above, Vineatien had learned from a young age on how to climb. Harder claws allow him to bury them deeper and the strength in his legs allows him to climb up almost anything.

-Great Stamina: In order to compliment above said skills.

Weaknesses:

-Cowardice: Vineatien has never been in conflict before, and the decision to take on Htraknu was decided rather rashly.

-Shrinkage/Growth limits: Vineatien cannot overly-grow nor overly-shrink. To put it simply, the smallest that Vineatien can go would be to a medium-dog's size. The largest that Vineatien can go would be a 3-story house. ( For reference: eplans.com/house-plans/media/import/W… )

-Difficulties communicating: Due to learning the language "on the fly" so to speak, he has some difficulties with words. It could devolve to him just pointing at what he wants, or letting out different aromas by accident since that's the way to communicate in plant.

-Regenerative/Healing limits: Because it's actually the plants that do the healing job, they're limited in where they actually grow. One, they can't grow upon water (excluding shallow bodies of water), they can't grow through fire, and they can't grow in the air. If Vineatien is somehow injured while a.) being burned alive b.) drowning or was thrown into a deep body of water after being injured and c.) falling and dying in the air, then Vineatien CANNOT heal himself and will need outside assistance. Also this only applies to Vineatien. (He can't randomly summon these to heal someone else.)

-Lack of flight: Self-explanatory. No wings and weirdly no magical abilities to help him fly.

-Difficulties swimming: It's not like he *can't* swim, it's just that he has a bit of trouble. Similar to a dog swimming, except more splashy-splash. He isn't a Lily-Dragon ;p

Gear: A small straw-woven pouch. Mostly to carry small objects that might get lost on his back.

Other: nope!
(posted on a rush btw.)

@TheLittleBell

Your application looks good to me; Mardox would be more nitpicky but he's not here. Accepted.

To Meddle in the Affairs of Dragons

Élise Marianne Lucie d'Astier

Name: Élise Marianne Lucie d'Astier

Sex: Female

Race: Narbosi Human Vampire

Age: 22

Appearance: Here

Religion: The Cult of the Dark Lady

Brief Backstory: Élise was born into this world as the sixth child of the exceedingly wealthy Count of Astier, Gaspard. She lived a relatively uneventful and quiet childhood, and she was mostly ignored by her ambitious father who lacked a place for his youngest child in his grand plan. Élise grew increasingly rebellious as she progressed through her teenage years, and with her being confined to the palace in the centre of the City of Astier by the strict Count, she was forced to spend most of her time in the palace’s library where she read countless tomes dedicated to the arcane and the many religions of the world. At first, this was more to pass the time than to actually study, however after she discovered a seemingly ancient book hidden deep within the library mentioning dark magic and a mysterious figure known only as Lilith, her studies took a more serious turn.

By her nineteenth birthday, Élise had developed a great understanding of the arcane arts in an attempt to unravel the secrets of the ancient tome she found years ago, even though she did not possess any magical abilities herself. This secret studying was easily kept hidden because of her father’s lack of care towards her, however she had to cease her studies after the Count decided to wed her to the young son of the Duke of Asselineau in an attempt to secure an alliance between the two men, much to Élise’s dismay. A betrothal had been secured, and after the Duke’s son, Adrien, turned sixteen two years from now, Élise would marry him. Over those two years, she grew increasingly desperate and sought any escape possible, turning to her study of the dark arts all the more fervently. This would culminate on the night before the wedding. Lilith herself finally appeared before Élise after years of desperate pleading by the Narbosi noblewoman, and offered the distraught woman two gifts: an enchanted sword, and the Blood Kiss.

Following this exchange, Élise awoke on her wedding day a woman reborn. She was no longer among the living, but neither was she dead. She was transformed by the Dark Lady herself into a pureblood vampire. She was now a Daughter of Lilith, filled with nought but an unquenchable thirst for blood and seething rage, and in her hands was a sword so sharp and cold to the touch that it could only have been crafted by a goddess such as Lilith. Suiting her vampiric nature, it was as if the sword itself also had a desire for blood. It was on this day that the Massacre of Asselineau Castle would take place. After first feasting on the blood and murdering of one of the maids who came to awaken her for the wedding, she proceeded to slaughter all of those she came across like a savage animal, rendering them with the sword, her magic, her fangs, and her bare hands. Among those she murdered were her parents and her five siblings, her fiancé and his immediate family, a large number of ducal guards, and the other guests at the wedding. After she was finally satisfied with her blood feast, she began to calm and collect herself, and only then did she come to the realisation of what she had done. The scene was gruesome and nightmarish, with untold disfigured corpses littering the blood soaked halls of the once beautiful castle. The bodies of her own family surrounded her, but only when she realised that the body in her arms that she had been feeding on, with its neck torn open, was her own mother did she completely break down. Élise let out an ear-splitting wail filled with such immense sorrow and regret that even Lilith was fazed by it. As Élise’s tears streaked from her stained cheeks and mixed with the blood that pooled around her, she soon realised that she must flee, lest she be found by the legion of guardsmen that were inevitably on their way to the castle.

From that day forward, Élise was never seen again in Narbos, and indeed the authorities presumed that she must have been one of the many unidentifiable corpses found at the site of the Massacre. In actuality, she had fled north, committing regular and regretful murders in order to sustain her unholy life as she struggled to contain the monstrous predatory instincts that were now a part of who she was. She did not blame Lilith for what had happened, and instead blamed only herself for losing control. As such, it was also during this time that she was visited a number of times by the goddess that gave her the gift of vampirism, offering Élise the comfort that she sorely needed in order to keep the memories of the Massacre at bay, as well as an enchanted set of clothes and jewellery to replace her bloodstained attire and that would help to both protect her and to keep her undetected in a world hostile to her. Since then, Élise has continued on her journey north, constantly staying one step ahead of those who are looking to bring the one responsible for the Massacre to justice as well as a number of vampire hunters, hoping to find a way to either control her vampiric urges, or to give in and embrace them entirely.

Motivation: To either learn to control her vampirism, or to embrace her role in the world as a predator amongst prey. She will learn about Htraknu after encountering the party bent on killing him, and will stay with them after offering her assistance to both prevent them from killing her and in an attempt to learn how to control herself.

Magic: Like all vampires, Élise possesses a natural affinity for magic. Even though she has spent relatively little time studying the arcane arts, she has become a very proficient mage with the help of Lilith, especially with regards to shadow and blood magic. She rarely uses her magic to kill (although this does not mean that she is unable to do so) due to her being too worried that it could lead to a situation similar to the Massacre of Asselineau Castle. Instead, she usually relies on her magic to remain undetected as a vampire and to influence others into doing what she wants, be it for seduction or simple persuasion.

Skills/Strengths: Due to her vampiric nature, Élise is far stronger and faster than any human could physically ever be. She can move without making a single sound, and has greatly heightened senses. Even among vampires, her eyesight and night vision are phenomenal. Whilst she is a formidable fighter with a sword in hand, if the situation allows for it she actually prefers to kill with her fangs and claws, especially as she begins to lose control over her predatory instincts. If she does lose said control, the immense strength and savagery that she exhibits can be described as nothing short of monstrous.

Weaknesses: As a vampire, Élise suffers several notable weaknesses. She cannot enter a home without the permission of the owner - although permission gained through deception and violent or magical coercion is valid, and the interpretation of ‘permission’ is somewhat open to loopholes. Due to her only recently having been turned into a vampire, when exposed to direct sunlight, she becomes incredibly weak, cannot use her natural magical ability, and experiences immense pain as the rays of the sun burn her skin like flame. She can also be repelled by someone wielding a holy symbol of any major deity - including the Shaituns - so long as that person has paid genuine homage to the deity long before attempting to wield the symbol against a vampire. She can only be slain by magic, fire, silver, decapitation, or a wooden stake through the heart. Note, however, that garlic has zero effect.

Gear:
• Enchanted Clothing
• Cloak
• Enchanted Necklace
• Enchanted Sword
• A significant amount of money

@EvangelineMarie

Application: Accepted.

To Meddle in the Affairs of Dragons

Athaliah and Rhiara had both been staring at The Rock for quite some time. They had both left Herbert and Erika alone so they could have some room while they got ready for the coming trip to Mirador. Or, whatever it was that couples did. They were sat in the middle of a roughly square, grassy park bordered on all sides by white stone colonnades. There were plenty of other people in the park as well, but that was to be expected from a city such as Viarosa.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Athaliah said, half to Rhiara and half to herself.
Rhiara nodded slowly. “It is. It’s amazing to see civilisation and nature this close to each other.” If she had to be honest, she felt small looking up at the behemoth of a hill. She told her best friend as much.
“It’s kind of humbling. You can be the strongest, biggest man alive, yet you’ll still never come close to even the smallest of mountains.” She inhaled and exhaled deeply, as if to prepare herself for something. “Anyway, I’ve got something to show you.”

Athaliah pulled out a small wooden sculpture, in the shape of a winged unicorn. “I had it carved by Barclay last week, and I was waiting for a decent opportunity to give it to you.”
“I love it, thank you!” Rhiara replied, throwing her arms around her friend in a big hug. “Look at you, giving me a gift and I’m here with nothing.”
“That hug was enough of a gift, trust me.” Athaliah said, with a small laugh. She was sincere about what she said, though she hid it behind humour so she didn’t make Rhiara uncomfortable. Truth be told, she was quite smitten with her friend.

“Don’t be silly,” Rhiara replied, still smiling and staring at her wooden figurine. “You’ve started a dangerous game, Athaliah. You can’t get me a gift and expect me to not get you anything back.”
“Consider yourself lucky – I thought about carving it myself and you’ve seen how bad I am.”
Rhiara looked at the ground and shook her head with a smile. “That I have. Remember that time when you tried to carve a stag?”
“Don’t remind me…” Ath covered her face with her hands and exhaled deeply. She suddenly brightened up and pointed at Rhiara, usually her signal to say, ‘I have an idea’. “Hey, maybe you could teach me!”

“Well…” Rhiara began, in thought. “once we get back home after the feast, I will.”
Athaliah held out her pinky finger. “Promise?” She apparently took pinky swears more seriously than she should, if their past swears were anything to go by. She’d never let anyone hear the end of something until the promise was completed.
“Promise.” Rhiara replied, entwining her pinky finger with her friend’s. An unbreakable pact was now in place that could only be removed with the completion of that promise.