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Blue Demon || Female || Older || Ace
I go by Blue, Demon or BD. Or even Hey You if it's clear enough that you're talking to me. XD I prefer Blue or Blue Demon. And no, I didn't choose "Blue" because I'm sad. It's my favorite color. (And now you know.)
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Also, I just discovered DMC and now I'm Dante trash.
Also, I just discovered DMC and now I'm Dante trash.
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Nationality/ Race: Andor
S'all good but Andor wont exist for another 1000 years or so. The closest nation on the map is Coremanda. Though for expediency's sake, perhaps you'd want him to be Almoren so we all can kind of start in the same place. (But if not, I'll find a reason to drag you there. Haha)
Name: Rahien Spera
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Nationality/ Race: Saferan
Appearance:
Physical Description: Rahien stands at six foot. He is missing an eye (a very old wound). He has long brown hair that he wears tied up and out of his face. He has a few scars other than his missing eye, but none are as noticeable. He's not as tan as he once was, having grown up in a fishing village.
Personality: Rahien is like all Warder that he appear quite dour and dangerous. However he's actually quite the happy person. He enjoys life and the occasional battle. He's proud that he's able to be considered to become a Warder for the Aes Sedai. He does worry about not being good enough but doesn't let it effect his diligence or attention from his job.
History: Rahien was the youngest child of five. As such he was expected to find his own way in the world. As a young child he often found himself in scuffles with other children. He learned through those scuffles that he was better at fighting even than the older kids. A "retired" Aes Sedai and her Warder noticed Rahien's skills and taught him the basics. Then they sent him to the Tower to train. By the time he was seventeen he was considered for Warder training. He didn't fly through the training, instead trying to take it steady to learn all he could.
Because of that Rahien was indeed added to the pool of Warders for the Aes Sedai to choose from by the age of twenty one. Now at the age of twenty-two he has been in consideration for a few months. He's eager to be chosen but feels like he's still a little young. Yet he's eager to see the world.
Skills:
Strengths:
Weakness:
Other: Warder to Arayna?
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Nationality/ Race: Saferan
Appearance:
Physical Description: Rahien stands at six foot. He is missing an eye (a very old wound). He has long brown hair that he wears tied up and out of his face. He has a few scars other than his missing eye, but none are as noticeable. He's not as tan as he once was, having grown up in a fishing village.
Personality: Rahien is like all Warder that he appear quite dour and dangerous. However he's actually quite the happy person. He enjoys life and the occasional battle. He's proud that he's able to be considered to become a Warder for the Aes Sedai. He does worry about not being good enough but doesn't let it effect his diligence or attention from his job.
History: Rahien was the youngest child of five. As such he was expected to find his own way in the world. As a young child he often found himself in scuffles with other children. He learned through those scuffles that he was better at fighting even than the older kids. A "retired" Aes Sedai and her Warder noticed Rahien's skills and taught him the basics. Then they sent him to the Tower to train. By the time he was seventeen he was considered for Warder training. He didn't fly through the training, instead trying to take it steady to learn all he could.
Because of that Rahien was indeed added to the pool of Warders for the Aes Sedai to choose from by the age of twenty one. Now at the age of twenty-two he has been in consideration for a few months. He's eager to be chosen but feels like he's still a little young. Yet he's eager to see the world.
Skills:
- Swordsmanship
- Wilderness Survival
- Warder Training
Strengths:
- Spotting traps
- Has a very tactical mind
- His Strength
- Knowledge of his own weaknesses
Weakness:
- Naive
- Kind of Sheltered
- Can't really see the "big" picture
- Worries a lot
- Self-Doubt
Other: Warder to Arayna?
Well when@Eklispe gets one character finished I'll get up the OP. I'll probably be making myself a Warder for for our lone Aes Sedai, if no one protests.
And maybe a few other people that I wont spoil quite yet.
And maybe a few other people that I wont spoil quite yet.
It is still open yes.
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Nahuatl only didn't squirm because of years of discipline. The young man remained as regal as he could pinned to the dirty ground. Of course being laughed at while under imminent death didn't make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Yet he wouldn't give up. Couldn't. No matter what he was coming out on top. He had no qualms about killing, or even maiming, either of these women. Though he was beginning to think the one on him wasn't alive. And his suspicions were confirmed by the loquacious woman. Witch. Nahuatl tagged her.
Nahuatl watched the talking woman even after she had fallen silent. She wanted him to speak, yet his words were his most powerful weapon. If he played them right. He could blast the girl-doll off him with one word. Yet such power would encompass him also. And he had no desire to be burnt to a crisp.
"Even you said that I am not much cleaner than you are. What makes you think I have anything you'd so desire Witch?" He spat out the last word. "You're even worse off than a Bandit. But you wont kill me." Nahuatl continued without giving her a chance to speak unless she spoke over him, in which he'd just continue talking also. "Do you know why?" Nahuatl grinned. It wasn't a pleasant grin. Someone one compared his smile to a jackal's right before it ate you.
Nahuatl watched the talking woman even after she had fallen silent. She wanted him to speak, yet his words were his most powerful weapon. If he played them right. He could blast the girl-doll off him with one word. Yet such power would encompass him also. And he had no desire to be burnt to a crisp.
"Even you said that I am not much cleaner than you are. What makes you think I have anything you'd so desire Witch?" He spat out the last word. "You're even worse off than a Bandit. But you wont kill me." Nahuatl continued without giving her a chance to speak unless she spoke over him, in which he'd just continue talking also. "Do you know why?" Nahuatl grinned. It wasn't a pleasant grin. Someone one compared his smile to a jackal's right before it ate you.
Delia picked herself off the floor after being so thoroughly ignored. The young woman patted her hair into semi-decency and straightened her clothes. What sort of person totally ignores someone in a nervous breakdown? Granted, some of it was over the top, but still. Delia's mental mutters went round and round on the vein. She summoned up all of her offended dignity when the woman decided to speak to her. As if Delia wasn't good enough to be paid any attention to. Delia tried to keep the sulk off her face, but wasn't really succeeding.
I'm calling someone to come get me. I need to get out of here and go home. Do you need a ride?
"I am." Delia said calmly. "Not going anywhere with you."
After all anyone who lacked that much empathy to a poor panicking stranger might have been in on it. Who knew? Maybe the other woman, who Delia still couldn't remember her name, was the kidnapper and got some sort of sick kick out of this. With a final look at the possible kidnapper Delia strode past her and out into the afternoon light. She flung up her hand as she waited for her eyes to adjust. Not many cars were in the parking lot. Not that she drove her car anywhere, it was just good to see it wasn't where someone could steal it.
After Delia's eyes had adjusted she tromped off, stomping in displeasure as best she could barefooted. Delia didn't call a ride like the other woman. She couldn't handle that at the moment. Sure a lot of her panic attack had been dramatized she knew she was still on the verge of one. A real full blow one. One that probably couldn't be put off with play acting. So she walked and tried not to think about the three days worth of missed texts, Facebook messages, or phone calls.
Of course as she walked her breath came out harder and harder like she was running. Or had just ran a distance. She paused and swayed slightly, panting. She pressed her palms to her eyes and tried to suppress a groan, there was no more audience here. She took another few steps after a moment and it got harder to breathe. She bent double, but that didn't help. She could hear a car honking, and someone talking. She ignored them in favor of getting back her breath. But no matter how long she waited it didn't help. Until she took a few steps backwards. The difference was outstanding. Delia moved back towards the hotel and breathing became easier and so did thinking for that matter. Unfortunately that meant Delia had something else to contend with. Was she going to be forever trapped at the Motel?!
I'm calling someone to come get me. I need to get out of here and go home. Do you need a ride?
"I am." Delia said calmly. "Not going anywhere with you."
After all anyone who lacked that much empathy to a poor panicking stranger might have been in on it. Who knew? Maybe the other woman, who Delia still couldn't remember her name, was the kidnapper and got some sort of sick kick out of this. With a final look at the possible kidnapper Delia strode past her and out into the afternoon light. She flung up her hand as she waited for her eyes to adjust. Not many cars were in the parking lot. Not that she drove her car anywhere, it was just good to see it wasn't where someone could steal it.
After Delia's eyes had adjusted she tromped off, stomping in displeasure as best she could barefooted. Delia didn't call a ride like the other woman. She couldn't handle that at the moment. Sure a lot of her panic attack had been dramatized she knew she was still on the verge of one. A real full blow one. One that probably couldn't be put off with play acting. So she walked and tried not to think about the three days worth of missed texts, Facebook messages, or phone calls.
Of course as she walked her breath came out harder and harder like she was running. Or had just ran a distance. She paused and swayed slightly, panting. She pressed her palms to her eyes and tried to suppress a groan, there was no more audience here. She took another few steps after a moment and it got harder to breathe. She bent double, but that didn't help. She could hear a car honking, and someone talking. She ignored them in favor of getting back her breath. But no matter how long she waited it didn't help. Until she took a few steps backwards. The difference was outstanding. Delia moved back towards the hotel and breathing became easier and so did thinking for that matter. Unfortunately that meant Delia had something else to contend with. Was she going to be forever trapped at the Motel?!
Hello? Anyone home?
Possibly.
I know and I'm sorry, a lot of its on me since I was sick yesterday with some stomach virus. I hate having to make back-to-back excuse posts but it is what it is.
I hope you're feeling better.
So another week? Honestly this is taking a bit too long.
Better not hang out in the advanced section then. (Whew boy do those take a while to get off the ground)
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