Darius almost wanted to grin, hearing that there was another with a similar skill set as him. Jamie seemed interesting enough, and while he did not want to stray too far from their healer, he felt as if she was someone he should not lose focus of. Darius crossed his arms when suddenly a fight seemed to break out. He had not been paying much detail to the others in his group, for multiple reasons, but he watched the fight with a certain level of interest. This was a fantastic way to gauge the two fighters and he did not even need to get his hands dirty. He watched their sword play, and it revealed much. Darius believe that fighting was one way to determine someones true character. When the fight ended, he sized up the two fighters once more. Starseeker and.....Blackwall wasnt it? He felt as if while the did constitute a threat if they betrayed the group, they would be of no true concern to him. Darius deduced that while they were both skilled, they mained in reaction rather then proaction. If he was to determine that they needed to be....taken care of. A well placed trap and a suprise attack would be all that is needed to kill them both.
Darius watched as Elyra performed her healing abilites. She was most graceful as she did, and he believed that she would be quite useful. Having her was a good choice in selection. Darius turned to Jamie, who he was standing next to.
"Jamie...wasnt it? If you so wish, would you care for a small sparring match as well before we head out? I would like to determine you range and ability for myself. Us rogues need to stick together right?"
Darius tried his hand with humor in his last sentence, feeling as if he failed. He was not used to making jokes, and he regretted trying immediatley.
I never assumed as much. But I hope you didn't take my feedback as a personal attack ^^ But yeah, as I stated, the accepted CSes will gave you a good indication of how every component should look like. And just keep the era in mind.
As for relationships. These will be rolled randomly for you once your character is finished. These will be the relationships that already exist when we start writing. You are, of course, free to build up any kind of relationship with anyone IC. (read the RRA hider in the first post for more info)
no dude ur good i wasnt offended. i believe i have no shown i offend others, i am quite hard to offend and i welcome any and all advice offered even if it is offered in a less than subtle context and manner
Sorry everyone for the messed up CS, I wrote it at 4am and so I apologize. There was a few things I was unsure of so I did my best with it and figured I would receive feedback so please do not assume that I figured it was perfect. @inertia@melo
@mae I am still slightly confused by the very last thing, with relationships. So will I need to basically talk in the chat with people to determine who my character is connected with?
I would like to join but I am not sure if I understand everything perfectly. I made a CS, please tell me my mistakes and gentle. @mae
Age: 21/ Height: 6'2/ Weight: 185 pounds/ Hair Color: Midnight Black/ Eye Color: Hazel Brown/ Skin Tone: Mediterranean, Tan/ Facial Hair: Slight beard as if he has not shaven in a day or two but not a full beard./ Hair Style: Messy, Silky, Slightly pulled back at about medium length.
As a human, Dagon is patient and forgiving but mostly silent. He prefers to not waste words as strange as that sounds. He hides he emotions behind stone face when he is upsetm and when he is happy his emotions are worn on his sleeve. Maybe a better explanation would be that he believes he should only speak when he needs to, as to not say something useless or something he would regret. He detests violence, and while he is willing to defend himself and those who are innocent, he will take every option before fighting. Dagon finds humor very enjoyable, as well as reading, eating, and helping others. He enjoys Sci-fy books, eating spicy food, and enjoys helping those who are less fortunate than him. His favorite color is midnight blue. He prefers long sleeve clothing and jeans, and despises wearing shorts or short sleeve shirts. Dagon feels very uncomftorable wearing shorts or short sleeve shorts, almost as if he was exposed in some way. He also prefers to have his clothes more tight fitted than loose. He wears his prefered style of clothing at any time or season of the year. Dagon enjoys being around people who bring joy or laughter to him or those around them. He may prefer one gender, but he does not judge anyone for who or what they choose to love or desire. He has no desire to be married, and is not picky when it comes to his female lovers. He does judge those who break their sacred vow of marriage harshly, as he believes marriage is something that if you choose to enter with someone, you should keep to it. He does not partake in spirits, but does not judge those who do. It is not as if he has something against alcohol, but he prefers to have a sober state of mind at all time. Spirits tend to bring out his worst qualities, and prevent him from hiding his thoughts or feeling. He loses his verbal filter, and speaks more than he will in an entire week. Dagon loves nature, and likes to explore wherever he can. He does not claim very many ma tieral possessions. In fact Dagon does not own a home. He lives outside, and finds his food where he can. Dagon does this by choice, not by being forced in any way shape or form. He has never valued matieral possessions much, and held more value in honesty and innovation.
Dagon never knew his real family, being an orphan for as long as he could remember. Where this orphanage was, Dagon could never say. He lived in the orphanage until he was 16. When he was a child, while he was growing up, he learned that peoples true intentions were showed by their action and not their words. The other kids at the orphanage would bully him for no reason other than he was different. He prefered to read instead of playing outside with everyone, and when everyone was inside he prefered to explore by himself. He was often reprimanded for his disobiediance. But he never truly meant any harm to anyone, or to disrespect anyone of his elders. He just wanted to learn, to explore. Those around him would only slow him down in his mind, reason being is that until he was older he would not have many friendly interactions with people. He held no specific love for anyone in his orphanage, but he did not hate anyone. Not even his bullies. He felt sorry for them, for he realized they felt just as trapped as him but instead of doing something productive with it they took it out on him. He never fought back against his bullies, and he never hurt them with his words. When he turned 16, he simply woke up that morning and walked out with a bag full of supplies and a few spare clothing. Over the years he learned that not everyone was as selfish and cruel as his orphan family members, and he took several lovers and met many great people. Even though he was homeless and had to work for his next meal, he never stole from those who treated people fairly, and he always found a way to stay clean and fresh smelling. He experienced many things while living his life up until now, most of which he would be willing to tell if he was in a story telling mood.
Height: 6'2/ Hair Color: Changes with his current taste, but is currently Midnight Black/ Eye Color: Hazel Brown/ Facial Hair: None/ Skin tone: Mediterranean, Tan/ Hair Style: He prefers his hair pulled back and made into a ponytail.
Pothos is open and warm, friendly an inviting. He is extremely flirty, and finds joy and happiness in everything and everyone. He prefers to look at the brightside of everything, and it would take something inconcievable to piss him off. He can veiwed sometimes as chaotic neutral, be it that his views on things can be.....harsh. He is the God of desire and yearning, and he encourages everyone to bend to their desires and what they yearn. In whatever way they can. Even if do soemthing......revolting to achieve what they sought out to do or possess.
Pothos was the god of sexual longing, yearning and desire. He was one of the winged love-gods known as Erotes. Late classical writers describe him as a son of Zephyros (the west wind) and Iris (the rainbow) representing the variegated passions of love. The three Erotes--Pothos, Himeros and Eros--were often depicted together in Greek vase painting. Pothos took human lovers often, and loved walking the earth. He much preffered it to living in Olympus. There, everything seemed so perfect, so clean, and so fake. Everything there, while yes many desired, was too easily attainable. On Earth, people yearned and lusted, but things were not as easy to obtain, making the lust and yearning larger and stronger. On a day that seemed more average than most days, he spotted his starkissed. She had been bathing a river, alone, and she radiated everything he desired and more. Pothos was never sure how or why, but chose not to question it. He wanted her, but more than that he yearned for her to want him. Pothos, for weeks, would watch her from afar. He would watch and study, trying to figure out what drew him to her. He swore he wouldnt but he was slightly confused by his own feelings, whihc were much stornger than any feelings towards any women before. After weeks, he could bare it no longer. He introduced himself to her, and began courting her. He would appear in human form, never hinting at his Godly heritage and nature. He courted her, swooned her, romanced her, he did everything in his power to please her. But he did not share a bed with her. Not yet. After woohing the women for months, he decided he could not take it anymore, and confessed his undying love for her and his true nature. She recieved him with open arms, and they married shortly after. You may think this strange, but you see he was the God of desire, yearning, and lust. And he only had those feelings for his new wife. No other women could compare, and he loved her with all his soul. And her to him in return. When she died, he was devasted. He could not make her immortal, and so he was forced to hold her until she took ehr last breath. Over the course of her many different life times, He watched over her. He kept her safe, and when she was sad sometimes she could even feel his force watching her. He also kept track of her lineage, for while they were together whe they were wedded, she gave birth to his son. He watched over them, but never interfered. It was not the Godly way. While he was married to her technically, he made the mistake of believing that the version of her he married was still his wife, not these other lifetimes of her. He still felt loyalty to her. Eventually though his spirit began to break and crumble and he felt hollow inside. He missed his wife, and he could only ever watch her in all her lifetimes but never touch. He still only desired her. This brought about a wave of sorrow across the land. People lost their motivation, their desires, their yearning. For sex at first, but it grew dangerously to everything later on. The Dark Lords came for him, and he did not resist. They tore his Immortal soul from his body, and cast him to the mortal realm forever. He still contained his Godly aura of desire, lust, and yearning though. As he grew older as a human, this aura would activate and become stronger.
(1)Revelation Elevation: This ability allows, upon skin to skin contact, for ones truest and darkest desires to be revealed. This ability does not allow the caster to choose which desire, or how the subject will act out.
(2 Not Active)Eye of the Beholder: With eye contact between caster and subject, which must be maintained for three seconds, the subject becomes instantly sexually attracted and wishful of the caster. Subject can resist if will is strong enough, and original opinion is that they do not desire him. The subject has total control over their actions still, they just beome insanely aroused.
(3 Not Active)Deliverance of Peace: With only a moment of eye contact and skin to skin contact, he can erase a persons urges, desires, yearnings, and motivations. They do not die, they simply become tranquil. They want for nothing, they care for nothing, they wish for nothing, they feel nothing. They become husks of the person they were.
Darius heard when the one known as Jamie, and slightly cocked his head at her skills. He touched the bottom tip of his bow that was slung across his back and smiled ever so slightly. Then he returned to having a neutral facial expression. Darius was not one to boast, or rise to anothers verbal jousting but he felt strangley compelled to speak up now. This was new for darius, the last time he had spoken this much and honestly was.......huh...Darius couldnt think of a time.
Darius looked at Jamie. "The bombs are more than likely just a way for them to clean up their mess after we finish the job if we dont perform up to their expectations."
Darius took out an arrow and twirled it in his fingers.
"I also like to think of myself as an archer. Im stealthy, a good hunter, and a decent shot. You may have heardheard of me but I am "The Shadow". Most renown assassin in the world."
Kyle ran his fingers through his hair and smiled. He was feeling much better, like he could go a hundred rounds with the joker himself. Kyle wrapped his hand around Kalinda's waist nervously and gave a hearty laugh.
"My sweet emotional rainbow how about we get you back to your room. Lets skip Gym class. Plus I still need to go see my grandfather."
Kyle looked Hachi.
"Sorry my new friend, I need to get....my friend somewhere more private." Kyle realized how that sounded and he blushed. "I-I-mean not not like that. You get it."
Kyle pulled out a piece of paper with his room number on it and gave it to Hachi.
Conrad ran through the woods, nearly out of breath and sweating. His flowing dark hair being blown backwards as he ran, he navigated his way with precision and agility. He brushed past trees and leaped over roots and stumps. While he was sweaty, and panting by now, his outfit had remained intact. He wore a grey silk dress shirt with no collar, and a black vest with black gloves. He wore grey leather pants and black boots. Conrad had around his shoulder his bow and a quiver of arrows on the backside of his belt. A small silver and gray dagger hung from his hip.
"Alexandra.......Alexandra,"Conrad shouted with his hands cupped over his mouth, to amplify his voice.
He had been with her all morning, since she had awoken from her slumbers. All morning she had spoken of the forest, and how she admired its beauty. She had spoken of how the sun shined through the trees, and hit the leaves at just the right angle. She had ranted about the forests beauty all morning, until Conrad had no choice but to escort her through the forest. It was not that she was forbidden, but she did have the habit of sneaking off. It had gotten to the point where she had to be given scheduled walks, but with a limited distance and speed. Ever since her position had changed, she had been slowly crushed by the weight of her responsibility. Conrad had tried to ease her pain as much as possible, but to no avail. He felt as if they had somewhat grown apart.
Conrad remembered few moments in his and her life, how they basically grown up together. He thought back to the first time he had saved her life, how terrified she had been and how close she had been to him. He had stabbed a man for her, one who had intended harm to her. There was of course a feast, and endless thanks, and so much praise but all of that was just wind against his face at the time. He was a kid. The one thing that stuck to him that day was the smile he recieved from Alexandra. He remembered his promise to her, to be with her forever.
"Alexandra Please! Together Forever Right?"Conrad shouted again into the wind.
It may have been the first time he had saved her life, but it had not been the last. Over the years there had been dozens of attempts on her life. Almost all of them thwarted by Conrad himself. Amusingly, he had been more amused as a child for those moments. Conrad, even as a child, had keen eyes. Even when he was hurt in the process, giving him scars, he was never more excited. While in return Alexandra had been quite the opposite.
Conrad stopped when he heard a shuffling of leaves. He smiled to himself. Alright, if she wanted to play this game he would play. He had learned many skills growing up in the castle. Conrad checked the ground, identifying foot prints. Then he examined the branches and leaves. He noticed a few rabbits had gone through here, and maybe a deer. Then he found the right set of tracks. He quickly followed them.
Name: Conrad (No last name) Age: 24 Birthday: October 23'rd Sex: Male Orientation: Straight Appearance: Height: 6'2 Weight: 185 Eye color: Dark Brown Hair color: Black Personality: Slightly lazy, but has a keen eye. Very smart, but chooses to be viewed as a simpleton. Sometimes can be a little clumsy only during everyday activites. Bio: Orphan since birth, was chosen at random to be the future Queens personal servant. His blood father gave him up at birth, partly because Conrad's mother died during child birth and because Conrad's older brother dissapeared recently. He was a broken man and he gave Conrad up, only giving him a name before dissapearing himself.
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