Dezuel

Avalia

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

Time : Past Midnight
Location : Near River Kingdom

Elthrael stood silent for a moment on his branch as he surveyed the gathering ahead. His eyes instictively searched for any visible weapons before he took a leap towards another branch to place himself slightly downwind of the gathering. Once in place, the darkwinged fairy inspected the gathering further. Two of them were young female fairies. One bore more traditional attire of an elaborate design the other one clad in more revealing attire. The dark winged fairy began to smile, as he sniffed the air.

He could now properly scent them, their smell were more pleasant for his senses than the creature whose company they seemed to share. There was also a more familiar scent of canines. A wolf? A fox? Elthrael did not linger on that thought or scent, as they were in a place where such animals were quite common. Finally he set his sights on the armored being on the ground. What is that?

Hm? He turned his attention away from the human and to the foilage. Into the scene came a panther and a rider upon it, a dark elf by the looks of it. It's roar drawing the attention of those present. Elthrael had some encounters with their ilk in the past, yet this one carried himself in a more confident manner. The dark elf began to loudly call out to the fairies and the prone creature, as he did the scent and noises of the uncommon beasts became more potent. They had surrounded the trio.

Elthrael placed his right hand at the pommel of his sword, as it rested in it's sheath. The dark elf and his beasts had come to claim the creature the fairies shared company with. A human.

A human? This.. thing is a human? This dark elf has been sent by the undead king to kill it... this soon? Now why's that I wonder? He began to grin as he made up his mind.

Elthrael had never seen a human before, it seemed to be like a more robust elf and with a strong unusual scent, which had now strangely been replaced with the scent of jasmine. Those two things aside, he couldn't make out what made it so special that it warranted the undead king's attention. He would have prefered to watch a fight between the two, but with the presence of the young fairies that was not going to happen. The dark winged fairy knew he had to get in there, this was the opportunity of a lifetime. Two young female fairies and a human as a bonus, now that was a good catch. He wasn't going to allow some dirty dark elf to steal his prize.

He drew his blade quietly whilst the dark elf attacked the human, gripping the sword into his right hand, Elthrael then reached out with his left hand towards the bark of the tree, which branch he stood upon. That's when a fox came rushing into the scene, taking hold of the human and getting him out of harms way. Oh? A companion to these girls? How very timely indeed.

One of the fairies, the one with the more revealing clothes then tried to reason with the dark elf.

Such fierce defiance. Such bold courage. Such relentless beauty. Elthrael thought to himself and then pressed his hand harder against the bark of the tree. He was just about to begin channeling his magic, when he saw something so bizarre and so strange that he froze. The human can call upon the very earth itself to form weaponry?! What manner of power is this?! I must obtain it... The human kept talking and yelling, as it revealed more of it's powers. It was a noisy human, loud and aggressive. Elthrael looked on with much interest, but then finally collected himself and focused deeply on the task at hand.

Spirits of the forest, I'll offer you this dark elf fool and his beasts as a sacrifice... You may do with them as you please! The fairy thought as he channeled his magic through his left hand still placed upon the tree.

The branches, excluding the one which he stood upon, of nearby trees began to twist and turn as if animated into arms and hands. Hollow spaces in the trees would glow slightly, giving many of the trees the visuals of them having distorted faces, with glowing eyes and grinning mouths. The roots of the trees popping out of the ground and the hanging vines would slither forth to attack the dark elf and his beastly allies. The vines would lash and twirl, like spasmic whips, with intent to lash and entangle their targets. The branches would slam into the ground, like rakes they would slash and pull through the nearby foilage, albeit out of the dark elf's reach. The mighty roots would rise up fully and then either be fully held up or slam down, aiming towards the dark elf. Carefully avoiding to slam the spot where the two fairies stood.

Avalia

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

Time : Past-Midnight
Location : Near River Kingdom

"Hm?" The dark clothed fairy turned around slowly and gazed up at the sky, visible from the thick tree branch he stood upon.

The sky seems abit different tonight, this scent in the air is most peculiar. He took a deep inhale as he closed his eyes, before flashing them open again.

A flight through the night then. The fairy thought to himself before his dark wings spread wide and he flew away from his tree, towards the anomaly. Towards the scent of something he had never scent before.

What manner of creature bears this scent? It reeks. Then came a howl, one which he knew wasn't part of the regular inhabitants of the forest. This creature came from a different direction than the strange scent. He sniffed the air yet again. There's... more? He pursed his lips, before allowing them to form a grin. Tonight's entertainment... I better not miss out. His wings carried him swiftly forwards, inbetween the various trees and branches, dodging them along the path. Closer. It is getting closer. Where are you? The scent of blood... There! You are over there... The dark clothed fairy finally landed on a large branch, highly elevated from a tree which gave him sight ahead of a small gathering of individuals.

Oh? What have we here then...

Avalia

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

Elthrael Vol'Kerno ⋆ 33 ⋆ Male ⋆ Forest Fairy

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Appearance

Elthrael's body is quite built like an acrobat rather than a warrior, he seems capable of doing backflips and high jumps. His body bears a couple of scars, most of them are minor however in size. His chest is filled with abs and his overall physique would be regarded as attractive to most.

His hair is well groomed and taken care of, and his skin apart from the scars seem to be nearly spotless. His eyes, wings and height is what puts him apart from most other fairies, some find his eyes hypnotic, while others frown and feel uneasy.

His walk and overall movement is quite graceful, his body language displays confidence and an overly attention to his surroundings. Be it the searching look, the slight sniffing in the air or leaning his head to the side slightly to listen in.

Height:
175cm/5'9ft

Weight:
60kg

Hair Color:
White

Eye Color:
Golden

Skin Tone:
Pale

Brief Clothes Description:
Elthrael wears black boots which has been curled slightly at the tips, his pants are brown in colour, he wears a red sash around his waist, a black undershirt with a lightweight dark grey breastplate over it which is open at the back for his wings. He also wears matching armbraces of same colour. He also wears a sort of pale blue overcoat with a waistcape (neatly tucked under his sash belt). He also carries a sword (Think of a Jian sword) and sheath, which has been his favored weapon for a long time, prefering it's weight and size to be perfect for his style of fighting. He also carried minor food, waterskin and small vials with unknown fluids with him. alongside tools for keeping his weapon in good shape, alongside some daily Life tools which he keeps alltogether in a few side pouches by his waist.

Charming ⋆ Shrewd ⋆ Steadfast ⋆ Ambitious

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Powerful artifacts
⋆ Seizing power while retaining full control
⋆ Scheming and planning
⋆ Girls/Women
⋆ Seducing, teasing and corrupting others
⋆ Enslaving others to serve him
⋆ To have long conversations
⋆ Irony
⋆ Honorable individuals
⋆ Philosophical discussions
⋆ Loyalty
⋆ Freedom for himself

Dislikes:
⋆ Loud noises
⋆ Authority
⋆ Cold weather
⋆ Aklenroth and necromancy in general
⋆ Destruction of the forests
⋆ Extinction of any species
⋆ Males which are violent to females, outside of fighting.
⋆ Male faeries and leaders of their kind
⋆ Killing of children, unless it can be helped.

Fears:
⋆ Being unable to realize his dreams
⋆ Losing his own free will
⋆ Becoming helpless

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality:


⋆ He's highly sociable and enjoys in starting conversations with allies or enemies alike.
⋆ He's mostly a selfish individual alltogether.
⋆ May be kind to females, but less so towards males.
⋆ He's mainly concerned with keeping himself safe, but will step in to aid a subordinate or ally, or a complete stranger if he thinks he can get amusement or benefits out of doing so.

⋆ Elthrael is a calm individual generally, until someone pushes him beyond the point where he feels comfortable. Such as scarring or wounding him, that's when he becomes more aggressive and ferocious.
⋆ He's very patient, he bides his time and waits if he has to. Though not a stranger to seizing a moment if it presents itself, would a door open for him to gain power and lose nothing, he would seize it.
⋆ Elthrael is neither pure brave or cowardly, he uses poisons, stealth and trickery all which may be considered to be cowardly ways. While at the same time doesn't hide behind others to defend himself, prefering to be facing many of his opponents by himself.
⋆ He seldomly gets nervous or worried, when he does it are matters concerning his own fears. Meaning if hes at the point of death or worse.
⋆ He's as fast as they get, very quick to react to noise and things he sees, such as parrying a blade or dodging a projectile flung at him.


⋆ Elthrael is more intelligent than the average fairy, cunning and shrewd in mind. But he is not on a strategists', prodigy or mastermind's level.
⋆ His charisma and charm is one of his most dangerous tools, as those which lower their guard may be drawn in by his sweet poison.
⋆ He's very humorous, he enjoys irony and very dark humor.
⋆ He's not your regular fairy, and his ambitions would cause some to label him insane, while others might consider him brilliant. It depends on whose watching.
⋆ Elthrael is quite energic, but not in the hyper manner. He enjoys to sit still and plan things out, conserving his energy for when he needs it.

Determined ⋆ Lustful ⋆ Opportunistic

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Background

Occupation
Forest apex predator

Living Immediate Family Members:
None

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Father (Deceased, illness)
Mother (Deceased, killed by orcs)

Current Companions:
None

Current and Past Lover(s):
Unknown

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Loner

History:

I was born, much like any other creature of our beautiful and vast world, to parents which wanted nothing more to have an offspring only because they could, not even pondering on the thought if they should. Thus I came to be, taller than most of my kind, yet that was not the most defining feature which I'd been given.

Wings of darkness. Brown at the outside, yet pitch black on the inside, red and yellow markings within depicting eyes, much like those which I gaze upon people with. This affront, this disfigurement as the common folk saw it, decided it was dark magic. Perhaps it was the wicked and mad lich himself which have had a hand in my creation and cursed my parentage.

So wary and so judgemental be the masses that they in their fear chose to exile us away from the inner workings of the River Kingdom. Further up to the north, towards where the wing river flows, and even further north where the orcs dwell.

I lived in that forest for a long time alongside my parents, my father whom fell to illness when I was a mere child, then my mother found company with another of our kind whose martial prowess within the fairy kingdom had been frowned upon for being too... violent and dirty.

With my father being no longer around, I took lessons from this warrior in the way of the sword and spear, how one would fight with might and speed to attain victory. Victory at whatever cost necessary as long as it does not harry yourself from greater achievements. When my body was weary from the martial training, my mother taught me further in the way of our people. Herbalism, alchemy and of the natural magics all around us.

How one could manipulate it to do ones bidding, but never forget to also care for the forests, for would they be lost so would the power be. To control roots and vines, to produce poisonous barbs, stings and thorns. To create powerful pollen which could carry through the air to inflict blindness, confusion and drowsiness among other useful things to render ones target significantly weakened. For how can you aim, if you cannot see? How can you swing your blade effectively if you cannot even feel your limbs?

Orcs tended to visit the borders of the forests, although in small scouting bands of two to three at a time. My martial teacher easily disposed of many of them, when I was too young to properly fight them I watched him from a safe distance amongst the trees. Watch and learn. Til I was old enough to partake in the gardening buisness myself, plucking these bad greens out myself.

His way of fighting was ruthless, yet very effective. The orcs whom prefered to rely on large powerful weapons, tough armors yet with gaps open for a sharp pointed blade or a cutting slash, could not land much of a hit upon him. The losses of the scouts must have been stacking up, as larger parties began to visit the forest.

Then came the day where a large enough orc force waded through the forest and came across our huts, they killed my teacher and my mother, ransacked the place and put it to the torch. I hunted down every last one of them. Til I could peel off the fear from their chieftain's heart, bit by bit. He swung his enourmous axe towards me, my step was swift and my blade was sharp, I struck the fool in his armpit and he toppled over like the trees his ilk had cut down. Ironic that he would meet the same fate.

Home is where your close ones are, yet if you have none. Where is then your home? I left that forest behind, after the burial of my mother and teacher, for nothing remained for me there. The only path onwards is forwards, and like that I came to wander. With no place being home.

I found my refuge in the darkest parts of the forests, amongst other creatures which soon came to realize the pecking order was not in their favor. Elves, fellow fairies and other beings ocassionally came along my path, it was at such moments I learnt that my appearance, which had originally caused my parents and I to become exiled had become more... refined.

Females of my kind, but not limited only my kind, found attraction in my unusual appearance, my speech and words. Some of it I learnt from my teacher, whom was quite the scoundrel, as he was capable of drawing the attention of my mother who was a very headstrong one, his skills were quite noticable. Even whilst I now claim, I have surpassed him quite the bit in that regard. Then ofcourse there were also males, most of them wanted to hunt me down, thinking that I was the hart and they were the hunter. The fools soon realized they were in error, and fled away screaming in terror.

Their prey became a predator, one which they could not hope to harry or trap. There was also other outcasts which sometimes made their way into the forest borders, to ambush travelling merchants. These often killed the merchants and were too busy plundering their belongings to notice that they had been stabbed from behind. Oh pity. But it would have been a waste to let good weaponry, food and clothing, to name a few things... to go to waste so I helped myself to their ill-gotten gains, and the merchant's 'fee' for passing the forest.

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:
⋆ Quick on ground and air
⋆ Expert sword and spearman
⋆ Keen senses (Scent, hearing, sight.)

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Weakness to loud noises and powerful scent based attacks
⋆ Vulnerable to cold
⋆ Lightweight

Subspecies:
Forest Fairy

Best Abilities:
Chlorokinesis, his healing skills are not as developed. His Zoolingualism is non-existant.

Terneus

Terneus Andros ⋆ 776 years ⋆ Male ⋆ Light Elf

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Height:
185cm

Weight:
65kg

Hair Color:
Silvery white

Eye Color:
Icy Blue

Skin Tone:
Pale

Brief Clothes Description:
Finely tailored elven garments suitable for a king, his attire is mainly white and red, with silvery metal decorations to it. He prefers to dress in clothing which increases his shoulder width and emphasizes his stature and beauty.

His overall wardrobe seems like the clothes were just made the day before.

Deranged ⋆ Paranoid ⋆ Overambitious ⋆ Steadfast

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Himself and his own achievements
⋆ Flattery
⋆ Purity

Dislikes:
⋆ Unclean things
⋆ When people fail to live up to his expectations
⋆ Getting dirtied

Fears:
⋆ Disfigurement
⋆ Being taken captive
⋆ His magic becoming ineffective

Sexuality:
Narciscist

Personality:

⋆ Terneus speaks when he considers that others have a great need of hearing what brilliant things he has to say.
⋆ He justifies all things he does is for the sake of his elven brethren and also believes in it himself, but he is ultimately selfish and desires to achieve greatness at the expense of not only his enemies but his allies too.
⋆ Terneus is as mean as mean goes, he seldom displays kindness. If he does, then it is a very good reason to be scared, because then you have something which he desires.
⋆ He would never consider saving anyone else before himself. To him, his own survival comes first and foremost.

⋆ Terneus likes to view himself as a calm and collected person, but in reality he is fierce tempered and prone to outrages, sometimes over the smallest of things.
⋆ Despite his temper, he is patient when it comes to biding his time and dealing with individuals he does not like. Especially if they outnumber him heavily or are, gods forbid... more powerful.
⋆ Terneus likes to uphold himself as a honorable, brave and rightious champion. But in reality he makes good use of underhanded tactics as long as he can explain it away. He will never use poisons however.
⋆ He gets only nervous when theres creatures nearby which may pose a threat to his life. But overall he is very arrogant and looks down on people.
⋆ While not being quick at running, he is quick at reacting to things. Usually by yelling or showing his displeasure to unpleasant surprises by violently unleashing his magic in retaliation.


⋆ In Terneus world, he is the most intelligent of all. When it comes down to it, he is quite cunning but not to the degree he seems to think.
⋆ He believes his own face to be the most beautiful thing in the world, those who are not fascinated by his appearance or words are just blind as far as hes concerned. In reality he is not overly bad as a leader, but his subjects are not destined to live long and healthy lives.
⋆ Terneus may laugh to himself in a very unbearable way to things which are not generally funny to anyone else. If he says a joke himself, he will ofcourse laugh at it and expect others to do so aswell. Or else.
⋆ He is very deranged.
⋆ Terneus may appear as a very lazy individual, but he does in fact possess an excessive amount of energy. Which he generally keeps in reserve for his outbursts and fights.

Exploitive ⋆ Ambitious ⋆ Secretive
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Background

Occupation:
Governor of the light elves

Living Immediate Family Members:
Younger brother

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Father (Deceased, executed under Terneus order for failing to attain victory over Aklenroth and also for being unable to find a cure for his mother. Though in public it is widely known he executed his own father for treason against the king.)
Mother (Died from a dark curse)
Older brother (Died in a failed attempt to kill Aklenroth)
Twin sister (Killed by dark elves in the war where Aklenroth seized the throne)

Current Companions:
Androsian knights (12 members) (The two most distinct members is his closest advisor whose merely around to compliment him on his ideas, the other is his second in command. Who happens to be quite new to his position after the former leader failed to carry out his mission. No one knows how many leaders there has been.)

Current and Past Lover(s):
Himself

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Is currently leading a group of knights in search for DROM's and humans. To most people it would seem that he is doing Aklenroth's bidding, but he is secretly after them himself for other reasons.

History:

To be revealed... soon

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Physical Strengths:
⋆ Able to significantly increase the power output in his magic.
⋆ Very low strain from using his own magic
⋆ Unconventional fighting expert (Uses a large steel mirror for combat)

The mirror itself is sharpened around the corners incircling it in metal, the middle of it is of a strong reflective mirrorlike material, but also serves as a spyglass that can be used at a far distance or further amplify light magic if fired through it. The glass-like material seems to be near indestructible like diamond, meaning the mirror can also be used as a smaller shield to block projectiles.

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Inability to disguise himself by mundane means. Everyone knows who he is. For better or worse.
⋆ Easily encumbered, cannot carry others or heavier things.
⋆ Terrible runner.

Subspecies: Light Elf

Best Abilities: Photokinesis

Baraian Paladice

Baraian Paladice ⋆ 156 ⋆ Male ⋆ Dark Elf

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Appearance

Height:
178cm

Weight:
68kg

Hair Color:
White

Eye Color:
Red

Skin Tone:
Ash

Brief Clothes Description:
White clothing overall, including hood and coat. His attire is generally adorned with gold, often in the form of a golden skull. He also carries a hilted dagger and plenty of throwing daggers with him, sometimes also a sling with bullets.

Serious ⋆ Careful ⋆ Headstrong ⋆ Hateful

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Causing mass destruction
⋆ Laying ambushes
⋆ Winning fights

Dislikes:
⋆ Counterespionage
⋆ Sadism
⋆ People who don't think for themselves

Fears:
⋆ Aklenroth, the king of the realm.
⋆ Terneus, the governor of the light elves.
⋆ Soruklithbaal, The Dracolich.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Personality:


⋆ Baraian is outspoken and generally will ask how others are feeling, aswell hearing their input provided there is such a moment.
⋆ He is selfless to the point where he must preserve his own life in order to keep Golden Death alive.
⋆ As kind as a dark elf could be.
⋆ While not being suicidally brave, he would try to save someone else if he believed it to be possible and it would serve his group's goals. It all depends on the scenario.

⋆ Baraian will very seldom lose his temper, he is as a calm as people get. If he would somehow lose his temper, then it would mean something terrible would be about to happen.
⋆ Patience is something he has grown accustomed with. Considering his options and then taking appropriate action as he sees fit.
⋆ He is both brave and cowardly, he may rush in to save an ally while at the same time arrange an ambush to capture enemies or use poisons or other underhanded means to get a result.
⋆ Baraian only feels nervous if within close proximity to Aklenroth, or if his base of operations has been discovered by his enemies.
⋆ He is quick to react to situations, his quick thinking is one of his strong points. But sometimes his patience plays a part too, in that he ends up waiting before putting something in motion.

⋆ Baraian is cunning, but more so not the type who necessarily spends too long on making elaborate plans, he instead tries to stay dynamic, in order to handle things when everything does not go according to plan.
⋆ Being a dark elf will be a detriment often for him, but despite that he has a good hand with most people if they can overlook his race. He can make grand speeches if he tries, but doing so in a dark and grim manner.
⋆ He has no sense of humor at all.
⋆ He may have some traces of insanity which is attached to his hatred.
⋆ Baraian treads a middleground of being hyper and laid back.

Decisive ⋆ Hateful ⋆ Vengeful

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Background

Occupation
Leader of Golden Death

Living Immediate Family Members:
None

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Family and relatives

Current Companions:
Members of Golden Death

Current and Past Lover(s):
He carefully wards his heart against anyone who tries to get too close.

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Baraian has been with Golden Death since it's founding, as he was it's founder.

History

Baraian is a dark elf who resides in Roshmi, but the ones knowing his exact whereabouts are very few. What is known about him is that he leads a mysterious group known to the populace as 'Golden Death', it's members wear golden skull icons and seem to be specially interested in people who display hostility to Aklenroth.

Where they are generally sought out and never seen again by the populace, as if they just were erased out of existance. The group itself is in fact so mysterious that some even doubt it's actually existing. Those which go looking for said group have also never been seen again.

The dark elven population aswell as all the other races residing in Roshmi have not had any outstanding issue with the group. Those which had have most likely disappeared to who knows where.

Gossip about them goes both ways, that they are loyalists and secret assassins of Aklenroth, while others think they are just a secret community of weirdos. Then ofcourse there are also people who believe they are a rebel cell. But to most people, it is regarded as a group to stay clear of. If you speak out openly about hostility to Aklenroth they may very well find you and then you are never heard from again.

The group has at least existed for a hundred years according to elderly demi-humans which live in the city, who have had the fortune... or misfortune to see them.

(More to be discovered IC about Baraian and his history)

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Physical Strengths:
⋆ Very precise aim
⋆ Quick
⋆ Close-quarter fighting

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Cannot lift or wear heavier things
⋆ Lightweight, can be knocked back easily.
⋆ Light magic

Subspecies
Dark Elf

Best Abilities
Erebokinesis

Zelginn

Zelginn ⋆ ??? ⋆ Male ⋆ Demi-human?

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Appearance

Height:
80-90cm (with or without ears included)

Weight:
25-35kg (depends on food intake)

Hair Color:
White

Eye Color:
Red

Skin Tone:
Pale

Brief Clothes Description:
Very fluffy looking and wide clothing, generally in white, brown or red with details of blue or gold. He wears some minor breastplate of unknown black material and carries a small blade in a sheath with him at all times. The boy does however not carry any food nor water with him, it's almost as if hes already eaten and drank it up.

Passionate ⋆ Emotional ⋆ Fun loving ⋆ Generous

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Having fun
⋆ Eating
⋆ Honesty

Dislikes:
⋆ Boredom
⋆ Starving
⋆ Liars

Fears:
⋆ Being surrounded
⋆ Being trapped
⋆ Being hugged

Sexuality:
Too young?

Personality:


⋆ Zelginn is mostly introverted, only saying things when he has to. Or when asking questions.
⋆ A glance at this young looking boy, would one suspect him to be anything other than selfless?
⋆ His kindness is only beaten by a few other traits.
⋆ Zelginn is going to try to do what he can when problem arises. But ofcourse there are limits to what he can and will do.

⋆ He never lashes out at his companions, if he does then clearly you've gotten on his bad side. Good job.
⋆ It is hard to tell if he is patient or impatient, as sometimes he just goes towards something instantly and other times he seems like he could wait for days if it promises fun.
⋆ He appears to be overly brave for one so little. How's it possible?
⋆ Zelginn doesn't seem to be overly nervous, even in dire situations he may come up with ideas on how to deal with it.
⋆ This little boy seems highly alert and aware of what's going on around him, his eyes are always moving and his ears seem to be on high alert.


⋆ Zelginn sometimes appears to be highly intelligent for his age, and other times the opposite. Making it really hard to place him on the scale.
⋆ His cute face may help him in getting what he wants, this tends to be either tied to food or fun, in a specific few cases both.
⋆ His sense of humor is great, tell him a joke and he will laugh no matter how bad it may be.
⋆ What is insane about a cute little boy?
⋆ Hyper is the very thing defining Zelginn.

Fun ⋆ Lust filled ⋆ Lucky

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Background

Occupation
Traveller

Living Immediate Family Members:
Mother

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Father

Current Companions:
None

Current and Past Lover(s):
None

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Loner

History: Find out IC.

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Physical Strengths:
⋆ Enhanced senses (scent and hearing)
⋆ Great jumper
⋆ Immense constitution

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Sonic attacks
⋆ Strong spices and scents
⋆ Very limited carry capacity in his current state

Species:
Demi-human (Vulpine)?

Best Ability from Beast Side:
Unknown

Avalia

Mothhahaha

Elthrael Vol'Kerno ⋆ 33 ⋆ Male ⋆ Forest Fairy

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Appearance

Elthrael's body is quite built like an acrobat rather than a warrior, he seems capable of doing backflips and high jumps. His body bears a couple of scars, most of them are minor however in size. His chest is filled with abs and his overall physique would be regarded as attractive to most.

His hair is well groomed and taken care of, and his skin apart from the scars seem to be nearly spotless. His eyes, wings and height is what puts him apart from most other fairies, some find his eyes hypnotic, while others frown and feel uneasy.

His walk and overall movement is quite graceful, his body language displays confidence and an overly attention to his surroundings. Be it the searching look, the slight sniffing in the air or leaning his head to the side slightly to listen in.

Height:
175cm/5'9ft

Weight:
60kg

Hair Color:
White

Eye Color:
Golden

Skin Tone:
Pale

Brief Clothes Description:
Elthrael wears black boots which has been curled slightly at the tips, his pants are brown in colour, he wears a red sash around his waist, a black undershirt with a lightweight dark grey breastplate over it which is open at the back for his wings. He also wears matching armbraces of same colour. He also wears a sort of pale blue overcoat with a waistcape (neatly tucked under his sash belt).

Charming ⋆ Shrewd ⋆ Steadfast ⋆ Ambitious

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Powerful artifacts
⋆ Seizing power while retaining full control
⋆ Scheming and planning
⋆ Girls/Women
⋆ Seducing, teasing and corrupting others
⋆ Enslaving others to serve him
⋆ To have long conversations
⋆ Irony
⋆ Honorable individuals
⋆ Philosophical discussions
⋆ Loyalty
⋆ Freedom for himself

Dislikes:
⋆ Loud noises
⋆ Authority
⋆ Cold weather
⋆ Aklenroth and necromancy in general
⋆ Destruction of the forests
⋆ Extinction of any species
⋆ Males which are violent to females, outside of fighting.
⋆ Male faeries and leaders of their kind
⋆ Killing of children, unless it can be helped.

Fears:
⋆ Being unable to realize his dreams
⋆ Losing his own free will
⋆ Becoming helpless

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality:


⋆ He's highly sociable and enjoys in starting conversations with allies or enemies alike.
⋆ He's mostly a selfish individual alltogether.
⋆ May be kind to females, but less so towards males.
⋆ He's mainly concerned with keeping himself safe, but will step in to aid a subordinate or ally, or a complete stranger if he thinks he can get amusement or benefits out of doing so.

⋆ Elthrael is a calm individual generally, until someone pushes him beyond the point where he feels comfortable. Such as scarring or wounding him, that's when he becomes more aggressive and ferocious.
⋆ He's very patient, he bides his time and waits if he has to. Though not a stranger to seizing a moment if it presents itself, would a door open for him to gain power and lose nothing, he would seize it.
⋆ Elthrael is neither pure brave or cowardly, he uses poisons, stealth and trickery all which may be considered to be cowardly ways. While at the same time doesn't hide behind others to defend himself, prefering to be facing many of his opponents by himself.
⋆ He seldomly gets nervous or worried, when he does it are matters concerning his own fears. Meaning if hes at the point of death or worse.
⋆ He's as fast as they get, very quick to react to noise and things he sees, such as parrying a blade or dodging a projectile flung at him.


⋆ Elthrael is more intelligent than the average fairy, cunning and shrewd in mind. But he is not on a strategists', prodigy or mastermind's level.
⋆ His charisma and charm is one of his most dangerous tools, as those which lower their guard may be drawn in by his sweet poison.
⋆ He's very humorous, he enjoys irony and very dark humor.
⋆ He's not your regular fairy, and his ambitions would cause some to label him insane, while others might consider him brilliant. It depends on whose watching.
⋆ Elthrael is quite energic, but not in the hyper manner. He enjoys to sit still and plan things out, conserving his energy for when he needs it.

Determined ⋆ Lustful ⋆ Opportunistic

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Background

Occupation
Forest apex predator

Living Immediate Family Members:
None

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Father (Deceased, illness)
Mother (Deceased, killed by orcs)

Current Companions:
None

Current and Past Lover(s):
Unknown

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Loner

History:

I was born, much like any other creature of our beautiful and vast world, to parents which wanted nothing more to have an offspring only because they could, not even pondering on the thought if they should. Thus I came to be, taller than most of my kind, yet that was not the most defining feature which I'd been given.

Wings of darkness. Brown at the outside, yet pitch black on the inside, red and yellow markings within depicting eyes, much like those which I gaze upon people with. This affront, this disfigurement as the common folk saw it, decided it was dark magic. Perhaps it was the wicked and mad lich himself which have had a hand in my creation and cursed my parentage.

So wary and so judgemental be the masses that they in their fear chose to exile us away from the inner workings of the River Kingdom. Further up to the north, towards where the wing river flows, and even further north where the orcs dwell.

I lived in that forest for a long time alongside my parents, my father whom fell to illness when I was a mere child, then my mother found company with another of our kind whose martial prowess within the fairy kingdom had been frowned upon for being too... violent and dirty.

With my father being no longer around, I took lessons from this warrior in the way of the sword and spear, how one would fight with might and speed to attain victory. Victory at whatever cost necessary as long as it does not harry yourself from greater achievements. When my body was weary from the martial training, my mother taught me further in the way of our people. Herbalism, alchemy and of the natural magics all around us.

How one could manipulate it to do ones bidding, but never forget to also care for the forests, for would they be lost so would the power be. To control roots and vines, to produce poisonous barbs, stings and thorns. To create powerful pollen which could carry through the air to inflict blindness, confusion and drowsiness among other useful things to render ones target significantly weakened. For how can you aim, if you cannot see? How can you swing your blade effectively if you cannot even feel your limbs?

Orcs tended to visit the borders of the forests, although in small scouting bands of two to three at a time. My martial teacher easily disposed of many of them, when I was too young to properly fight them I watched him from a safe distance amongst the trees. Watch and learn. Til I was old enough to partake in the gardening buisness myself, plucking these bad greens out myself.

His way of fighting was ruthless, yet very effective. The orcs whom prefered to rely on large powerful weapons, tough armors yet with gaps open for a sharp pointed blade or a cutting slash, could not land much of a hit upon him. The losses of the scouts must have been stacking up, as larger parties began to visit the forest.

Then came the day where a large enough orc force waded through the forest and came across our huts, they killed my teacher and my mother, ransacked the place and put it to the torch. I hunted down every last one of them. Til I could peel off the fear from their chieftain's heart, bit by bit. He swung his enourmous axe towards me, my step was swift and my blade was sharp, I struck the fool in his armpit and he toppled over like the trees his ilk had cut down. Ironic that he would meet the same fate.

Home is where your close ones are, yet if you have none. Where is then your home? I left that forest behind, after the burial of my mother and teacher, for nothing remained for me there. The only path onwards is forwards, and like that I came to wander. With no place being home.

I found my refuge in the darkest parts of the forests, amongst other creatures which soon came to realize the pecking order was not in their favor. Elves, fellow fairies and other beings ocassionally came along my path, it was at such moments I learnt that my appearance, which had originally caused my parents and I to become exiled had become more... refined.

Females of my kind, but not limited only my kind, found attraction in my unusual appearance, my speech and words. Some of it I learnt from my teacher, whom was quite the scoundrel, as he was capable of drawing the attention of my mother who was a very headstrong one, his skills were quite noticable. Even whilst I now claim, I have surpassed him quite the bit in that regard. Then ofcourse there were also males, most of them wanted to hunt me down, thinking that I was the hart and they were the hunter. The fools soon realized they were in error, and fled away screaming in terror.

Their prey became a predator, one which they could not hope to harry or trap. There was also other outcasts which sometimes made their way into the forest borders, to ambush travelling merchants. These often killed the merchants and were too busy plundering their belongings to notice that they had been stabbed from behind. Oh pity. But it would have been a waste to let good weaponry, food and clothing, to name a few things... to go to waste so I helped myself to their ill-gotten gains, and the merchant's 'fee' for passing the forest.

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:
⋆ Quick on ground and air
⋆ Expert sword and spearman
⋆ Keen senses (Scent, hearing, sight.)

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Weakness to loud noises and powerful scent based attacks
⋆ Vulnerable to cold
⋆ Lightweight

Subspecies:
Forest Fairy

Best Abilities:
Chlorokinesis, his healing skills are not as developed. His Zoolingualism is non-existant.

Avalia

I am also reading on the lore and considering on posting a character.

Royal Rumble!

Andreim and Liselotte

The night after the cultist attack.

The attack on the tournament grounds had been swift and relentless, many people have gotten hurt, taken or killed. Andreim's first priority had been to protect Lise from harm, while he knew she could fight he wouldn't allow any harm to come to her. Second priority had been to rescue Katherine, which had been attacked by one of Clara's disciples. The ninja. Not only that but she had acted strangely and alot of focus ended on her. Ultimately Andreim and Lise were unable to reach Katherine, thanks to the interuption of some cultists ending up in their path. Once they saw an opening out of there they took it and at that point they had lost trace of Katherine and the battle.
The arena grounds were too dangerous to return to, doing so would have put Lise at the center of attention. Due to her beauty and regality. Andreim felt that he could not return to the school grounds with Lise, some of those evil men might have gone there.

Thus the pair decided to go into hiding among the commoners, much to Lise's displeasure no doubt. But in order to safeguard her and also make certain some of the common people unable to defend themselves were not taken captive. They've sought refuge at the vigilantes hideout, a church by the looks of it. Andreim and Lise had both grabbed blankets in which they wrapped around to be makeshift hoods and cloaks. The duo slipped inside without anyone recognizing them, first staying with the rest of the commoners, before darting off to a more private section of the place. The old tower.

Andreim began to climb the ladder up to the hatch, which would lead up to the room which held the mechanisms for the bell. It was a nice and tidy room, it had a seating area in the form of a sofa and a table aswell as a few lights, the outmost top of the tower held a second hatch leading out to the actual bell, which was out in the free, kept under a neat roof to protect it against rain and strong wind.
In order to prevent Lise from the strain of climbing and the potential risk of someone noticing them and Lise wearing a skirt while ascending the ladder, Andreim would have been forced to inflict mind loss to that person to protect her ladyship.

To prevent all of that he climbed down to princess lift her, and then use his water manipulation to create enough pressure to get them up into the room. After which he set her down and began to manipulate up all the water and then opening a window to gradually send it flying out of there at the yard below. Making sure it was a fine distance away to not hit anyone.

"Ahh.. that was alot of work for one evening... don't you agree my lady?" He sat down in the sofa and breathed out. "We couldn't get to Katherine. William got taken out. Cassius is missing. Samoth vanished in the crowd of people. We might be the only ones left... but don't worry, I will not let anything happen to you. Not as long as I draw breath. I'll protect you and the future which is waiting for us." He said in a reassuring tone, as he looked over to his goddess, the fair lady Liselotte.

Lise looked out of the window quietly, the light from the streetlights reflecting in her eyes. "To think that these festivals become this rowdy... Truly this city has a lack of restraint." Though it was nothing compared to her castle of which she was titled, it reminded Lise at least a little of her nights spent in a true castle tower.

Of course, she had never been with a boy in the tower, which was something Lise was slowly becoming aware of. She took a few deep breaths. Not that there was anything strange going on between the two! It was an emergency circumstance. They may even have to... spend the night together...

Lise cast off her commoner's disguise of a blanket and faced away from Andreim. She had to reassure herself, 'No one will know about this! And if they do, then it's a manner of safety that he's here! That's it!' She sat on the sofa, sighing.

The exertion of the tournament was now very clear to Lise as she laid back on the couch. "Ah. We might have to stay her tonight, won't we...?" Lise muttered, nodding off before opening her eyes back up.

Andreim turned to look over to Lise as she peeked out of the window. 'Amidst all this chaos, she still stands with her head tall, refined and more beautiful than anything else this world has to offer.'

He allowed a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, before opening it to speak. "Yes, sometimes things do not go as planned. It is in those moments it is good to remain calm and remember what caused things to go wrong. What you say is true my lady, this city lacks restraint. But also control."

Andreim allowed his gaze to wander over Lise's form, taking another glance to make certain she was physically fine. When he was trying to find the right words to tell Lise they would likely be best off sleeping in this tower for the night, with the city being in the state it was. The church tower was however surely a big change for Lise, who no doubt were accustomed to the comforts of a big and soft bed and the security of large mansion defenses. That's when he heard Lise breathing deeply, she had cast away her blanket. The act had caused Andreim to raise an eyebrow and his jaw drop abit. 'At this rate we are going to have to share that couch.' He swallowed as the thought struck him. 'I have to...' He snapped out of his thoughts as Lise spoke again, words which caused Andreim to blink and then offer a comforting smile.

She actually had pondered on the idea of staying here for the night. Andreim walked over towards the couch. after taking a sip of water by making a water orb in his hand. He had done this previously to also give Lise water to make certain she didn't faint. "That's right, my lady. I know it isn't near what you are used to, but we'll have to make the best out of the situ... Lise?" He blinked as he saw she seemed to be on the verge of nodding off.

He went up to the couch and smiled on seeing that. It had indeed been a long day and anyone in their right mind would be tired, himself included ofcourse. He knelt down in front of the couch, looking to Lise's face. He leaned down carefully with his face close to hers, she had closed her eyes. Andreim's heart began to beat faster, as if it was about to tear itself out of his chest. Then Lise's eyes flashed open. Which caused Andreim to heavily blink, before he instinctively leaned down abit further to kiss her lips, his left gloved hand moved to softly caress the side of her face and hair as he did. His right hand tried to interlock with hers, as he softly squeezed his fingers against hers.

"A-Andreim?" Lise said, freezing in place. Her entire body felt rooted in place, and all she could feel was her face flushing red. "Um... W-While I understand this place is comparatively private..." She managed lean a little away from the boy. "I-Isn't it hasty to do t-t-that here?"

At the same time, she didn't let go of his hands. It felt reassuring to her. But she couldn't consider anything further than that. She gently indicated that Andreim should sit next to her, keeping her hand intertwined with his. 'Maybe... this is fine.' She thought, her heart fluttering somewhat.

Andreim smiled softly and made his way to sit next to Lise, still keeping a hold on her hand, offering his lap as a makeshift pillow for his goddess. "You go ahead and sleep.. I'll wait til you do. There's things to do tommorrow." He reached out to pat Lise on the head, caressing her hair with his free hand, making sure her fine blonde strands of hair would not obscure her face. The young man leaned back abit against the couch, still looking over Lise however.

'Rhea needs a revival. I thought it would have to wait til after our third year of St.Laurels, but at this rate everything will be lost. I will not allow these evil beings to make things worse. I'll cleanse the city. I'll cleanse it all, for my lady Lise's sake! No. Not only for her, but for everyones sake!' The noise from the surrounding area was getting more and more quiet, rest was no doubt in order and well earnt. The pair found themselves at the church tower, their refuge for the night.

As the dawn of a new day was about to greet them head-on.

Erstwhile School ~ Fantasy Board School RP

Dead? No, he doesn't want the bird dead. He could be a valuable hard worker.

Erstwhile School ~ Fantasy Board School RP

Sorry for the wait, back from my trip finally.

Erstwhile School ~ Fantasy Board School RP

Galdin Frayheart

Galdin wore a friendly face as he shook Spencer's hand as it was offered, the young marquis still kept his gloves on. "Pleasure is all mine." He softly said, and allowed the handshake to meet it's end.

"The right side? Ofcourse. The righteous always do win out in the end." Galdin added, his eyes closing into a slit, barely showing his pupils and irises as a faint smile crawled up on his lips. The boy, Spencer, seemed to be of common birth, the overall appearance of the boy seemed to be that of a troublemaker as far as Galdin could make out. That look on his face, the smokestick and it's smoke which he blew in the young marquis direction. Such a lack of refinement. Yet where there be smoke, there be fire. Prod the coal enough and it may spark up. Galdin thought to himself, as he took a few steps forwards holding his breath still as he walked out of the smoke and set his gaze on the friend of that Spencer boy, at least he thought he was a friend of his.

"...and good to meet one such as yourself, Momotaro." Tamako hm? The blonde pondered as Momotaro was being led off by Spencer. Then there was this other young man, better dressed than the two former. At least that is what the marquis thought. The young man in question had introduced himself as Jeralt Seymour, the adopted son of a duke. This very thing appealed to Galdin greatly, to which he had smoothly greeted the fellow noble, by shaking his hand.

"Fair day, Earl Seymour." Galdin said in a smooth manner, soft and elegant. He wasn't exactly certain if this young man was the heir or not, he figured he would play it safe by assuming he was a secondary son. Adopted son. Thus an earl. In the worst case he would have to bear with the young man being of the same standing as himself, until the passing of Jeralt's foster father. The marquis took a moment to look around, spotting Meer as he did, but before he could act on his sight. The bells rang for all to gather to the entry-speech.

The young man excused himself from those in his vicinity and with firm, yet graceful steps made his way forwards, not to push his way into the forefront of the gathering, but to find a slightly higher elevated position which would give him a better overall view. As the speech began, Galdin kept his thoughts to himself.

Minister Othello, what a person to represent humankind as a whole. Though I wonder if those which praise you know about all your deeds.

The ending pact. It has a pleasant ring to it.
Then came the moment to present first year representatives for each domicile. The one doing it, Lucian Dragonlance did have quite the way to make an entrance. A thing which royalty tended to do. Not that Galdin minded it at all. It was just not the kind of royal he would prefer to see sitting on the human kingdom's throne.

The young marquis softly bit his lower lip. People. Not all people are behaving like people. People are not equal. People are not meant to be equal. There are those who rule, and it is those who serve. It is how it has always been. There are those who are born with illnesses, and there are those without. Some are born rich, and others are born poor. In material matter or skills. Trying to even things out is just going to make everything average, and who would settle for that when it is their destiny to claim the stars? He allowed his gloved fingers to trail over his hair and he adjusted it slightly to make himself look more presentable. That's when the decision for the leaders came to be. Jeralt Seymour for the Princeps and Garuth Stone-Singer for Divinos. Galdin's eyebrows twitched slightly, his teeth grinding against oneanother, a vein clearly visible on his head, before he deeply sighed and readjusted his stance. Chuckling slightly as he did.

Leader of Princeps? Fair enough. I can go along with that. In fact I couldn't have chosen better myself. But to put this... gar... gargo.. garbage.. garbutt thing in charge of Divinos is a mistake, a mistake which needs to be corrected soon. All it takes is a big failure of unforgivable magnitude.

Erstwhile School ~ Fantasy Board School RP

Galdin Frayheart

The young nobleman found himself at the forecastle deck, a finely deceorated bag swung over one of his shoulders, ending up at the side of his waist, wearing the insignia of house Frayheart. A heart eveloped by thorns and swords. Galdin found himself gazing over the railing to their destination further below, as a god descending down to his subjects. The wind blowing through his hair, he casually placed his left gloved hand at his waist, just above his shethed sword. It didn't evade his attention that there were many eager people onboard, as the gasps and voices grew louder the closer they were getting.

"Bask in it's glory, all of you who seek to open the doors to the heavens." He said in a soft tone, not in a hurry to get off the ship with the first wave, as such likely would mean pushing and possibly dirtying ones attire uneedingly.

True enlightenment is on the way, the coexistance of Valenia is about to take many steps in the right direction. Thus comes the time before the great liberator and tactician set out to save this world. He thought to himself, a smile forming on his lips.

Then his attention snapped to two young men nearby, who appeared to be commoners by their way of dressing. "I'm certain in the end of your time here you'll do plenty of impressive things, which may put this grand view in the shade." Galdin said in a matter of fact tone of voice, he seemed like he was about to continue but a sound from above caught his attention, there was some flying creature up there. "How noisy..." He said in a momotone way, before turning back to the other two young men.

One of them spoke of places which Galdin had never heard about, perhaps they were places of no interest or far away from the human kingdoms. He spoke of civil war? Galdin shook his head softly. "The war came to a stop 50 years ago, as to who the winners were? Look around yourself. The result is all around us." He briefly nodded his head towards some non-humans being present, including the flying one above them.

"Oh but allow me to introduce myself, I am Marquis Galdin Frayheart, head of the Frayheart noble house of Marland." He gave a flourish with his right arm and did a nod of courtesy towards Momotaro and Spencer, his left hand gently carassed across his own chest, with a few fingers to clearly show his two medal looking insignias. One depicting his status of Marquis and the other as him being the head of his house. Another young man had spoken out about how chilly it was in the area they found themselves. Galdin hadn't thought too much about that, having been slightly distracted by the various others gathered around. "The cool air will help you keep a cool head." The young nobleman gave an upturn at the corner of his mouth.