Cherrywitch

For the Glory of The Empire

Ahhhh I want to reply so bad but I can't because I just posted! (˃̩̩̥ɷ˂̩̩̥)

For the Glory of The Empire

At the sound of the clinking armor (@Venom), Eir jolted, her one good eye gazing up silently and filled with confusion.

"Doesn't belong..."

Eir visibly winced, dropping her head with utmost silence. She didn't want to get on anyone's bad side. She just had to mind her own business.

The rabbit, however, had a bit more of a bite to him. The toy struggled free from the girl's arms, pointing a rounded stuffed hand at the armored man. He swallowed his anger in order to make his voice civil and one that most likely would not anger the hunk of metal. "Pardon me, sir, but just because my friend here is small doesn't mean she doesn't have power. She has just as much of a place here as anyone. I don't mean to be rude, and I respect your position, but please."

Eir squeaked, grabbing the rabbit back up with a worried look and covering his unmoving stitched mouth as if that would be effective. She meekly glanced away and gave a little bow. "M-...my apologies..." She whispered, and sprinted ahead to the cart, her feet fast and without sound. As she climbed into the cart with nimble ease, she sat down and hugged the rabbit close, pulling her knees up and avoiding eye contact with any who glanced her way.

For the Glory of The Empire

@Emu Hehe, she's not as helpless as she looks~

For the Glory of The Empire

Quiet as a mouse, and similar in stature, what appeared to be a young girl had also neared the group. Her silence in her steps could only be from the absence of shoes upon her feet. The white haired girl stopped as four figures caught her eye, she stifling a whimper and transferring her weight from one foot to another with anxiousness. The little stuffed rabbit, all buttoned and sewed from years of wear and tear, was hanging onto her folded arms and was kept close to her. For a moment, it appeared as though the thing's head moved, but it was back to being perfectly still faster than the eye could blink.

Like the others, Eir had taken a few steps back as far as socializing. Her big blue eye, the only visible one, darted about worriedly as she futilely attempted to hide herself from their gazes. Her height may have helped her stay out of mind, but it also could bring attention. 'What was a bandaged up little girl doing here?' She could imagine them saying. What if they sent her home? No, they couldn't! She took this job in place of Ama, who was sick back at the apothecary. She couldn't do such extraneous work now, Ama was in her old age and her body couldn't handle it.

It took everything Eir had just to argue with her adoptive mother for her to go instead. That's just the way Ama was. She had to help in every way she could, no matter how difficult it was for her. She was too headstrong, and adamantly refused not doing something to help in this cause. If Eir couldn't handle it, Ama would demand to join the party, in her sickness and old age.

So no matter what, Eir refused to return home. She was doing this for Ama, and she would not disappoint her. Even if she was scared... Eir clutched her rabbit tighter.

For the Glory of The Empire

"Eir"

"Appearance"

Name: Eir (Pronounced "Air")
Age: 16, but appears younger. Never seems to age.
Gender: Female
Rank: Middle Class
Species: Human Mage
Powers: Ice/Snow, Healing
Appearance: Eir is a small girl of about 4'11", with long silvery white hair that ends just above her knees and pale skin. Her face is very childish, giving her the younger appearance, with soft baby cheeks, a button nose, and bright wandering aqua eyes. She has multiple scars and cuts and bruises all over her body, covered in bandages. She may wince if you touch them, but is highly protective of the patch over her eye. Eir wears very simple, breezy clothes and often goes without shoes, preferring the bandages around her feet to protect the pads. She's quite thin, almost to an unhealthy size, making her very light.
Personality: Eir is a very shy and quiet girl. She mostly minds her own business and is terrified of socializing, being awkward and unsure of how to interact with others properly. She is very attached to her animated stuffed rabbit, Roger, who has a life of his own... literally. Roger is the only one she can talk to without getting nervous, and so usually whispers to him so he can better project her thoughts. Eir is a sweetheart, but a mystery in herself. She is obedient, but very cold and flinches away from human touch. Even Ama, the woman who took her in, cannot seem to get the girl to so much as hug her.
History Eir's story, like her personality, is very foggy and unclear. From what Ama can retell, Eir's parents left her alone at a young age. Why or when is really unknown.
Eir was found by Ama, a 63-year old woman at the time. One night while searching through her trash and going out into the alley to toss it away, a spark of white caught her eye. Hidden in the darkness of the alleys, Ama found the little girl, shaking and cuddling a stuffed rabbit to her chest. She was pretty badly bruised and hurt, but that didn't seem to be anything that bothered her. Ama took her inside, allowing the shivering thing to rest away from the coldness.
In the morning after the girl slept, Ama awoke to see Eir sitting up straight on the bed she had borrowed, looking dazed. Ama asked her some questions, mostly pertaining to how she got there, but Eir couldn't answer. She didn't know who she was, where she came from, or even what her name was. She only knew that the little stuffed rabbit by her side was her bestest friend in the whole world. To Ama's surprise, it was the talking stuffed rabbit that gave a little more background, but not much. The rabbit stated that he had advised his friend to hide, for being in the city was most likely safer than spending time out in the wilderness near the crag. He said that Eir's parents were gone, her whole family. Eir mumbled something about a brother, but caught herself and refused to speak another word. The rabbit was silent as well.
"Well, you can't go around without a name!" Pondered Ama. Her pale skin, white hair and blue eyes reminded Ama of a little girl in one of her favorite children's books, and so decided that she should be named after the character: Eir. And for the rabbit? Eir would not stand to have her best friend be nameless. "Hmm. Roger! Roger the Rabbit!" They all seemed to agree on that one.
After a few months, Eir began to warm up to Ama. She worked at the apothecary alongside the alchemist, and soon became another face of the apothecary. Ama noticed her powers grow and grow, but with her powers Eir grew more wounded and it became harder to heal any bruises, leaving her constantly in bandages, especially on her left eye. Still, They became family, closer than that even. And for eight years, that's the way it has stayed.
Extra: There are two things you must never touch. Her eye bandage, and Roger. She is never separated from her stuffed rabbit. Like any other girl, she loves cute little animals and sweets, and it's one of the only few things she actually gets excited over.

Accepted on PM

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Mmm this seems super interesting...
Mmm but I already have literally no time for anything...
Mmm but the gm is a gif-abuser like me...

'Edge of the World' Multiverse Tavern RP [Multiverse Shenanigans with Booze]

Kric, the Imp

The imp was already leaning in towards what he thought was some of that yummy ice cream that a patron had when Zzubus' voice scared the poor thing so badly he fell from his post with a squeak. He wasn't on the floor long though, pouncing off the wood and onto the counter in a cat-like fashion, all four sets of claws under him in a crouched position as he frowned at the arch demon. "You want me to work? Why would I ever do that? Not like I get anything out of it for paying off my tab." The imp stated simply, scratching at his head absently as he spoke, eyes dull and uncaring as usual. He could always swipe an ice cream bar or two on his own accord from the demon for free and never have to pay a dime. Why should he start working now? It wasn't like he was getting paid. And why would he want money anyhow? It just seemed ridiculous to the imp. "And that isn't my name, Zzuby."

Interactions: Zzubus @gutshot

'Edge of the World' Multiverse Tavern RP [Multiverse Shenanigans with Booze]

@Gutshot That... that was the best "I was busy" I ever saw. XD

Summoners of Babel

@cloudystar Still pretty short, but eh, I tried.

Summoners of Babel

Faera Nottingham

Interactions: @cloudystar@macduffy

As soon as the samurai's feet hit the floor, a growl rumbled in the fox's chest lowly, standing his ground in the typical animalistic way. Faera blinked, glancing over at Inari with curious eyes. She pulled the toast from her mouth as she swallowed her previous bite, lips parted in questioning. "Inari? Something wrong?"

Inari's tail lashed at the samurai. "If you wished to join us, asking first would be a better option than eavesdropping." He stated coldly, arms crossed across his chest in a firm stance as he eyed the swordsman.

Faera glanced between the two, seeming confused with Inari's words, but finally resting with a big grin in Baldur's direction. "Hey, I say more the merrier! You seem nice." Inari clicked his tongue, obviously disapproving of his summoner's ignorant choice but as her spirit had no right to question her decisions. If she willed it, Inari would follow. Still, he would watch the swordsman quite closely if he so happened to go.