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It took me 10 years to finally fill one of these out, but I finally did it. Welcome, stranger.
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I'm Drache. I'm a millenial leftist from Scotland living in the US deep south. I'm a queer polyamorous kinkster. You can find me at PRIDE, at Ren Fair, at the local farmer's market, and the monthly dark party. I play D&D, I play Skyrim, and I play with gags and blindfolds. I'm your elder femdom, even though my bones hurt.
During the day I'm an emergency animal medical professional with 20 years in the field. On my off time I'm a dog show enthusiast, a karaoke singer, a baker, and a volunteer wildlife rehabilitator. I'm a collector of rare houseplants, of rescued exotic birds, of books, of tattoos. I'm the most feral spouse with the most domestic skills. I'm perpetually exhausted but endlessly impulsive.
If you're looking for a partner to share in your high fantasy, in your dark themes, in your deranged kinky monsterfucking, send me a PM.
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Name: Rilana Aurorime'
Race: Moon Fey (full)
Gender: Female
Age: 36
Birthday: Ceruleo 51st 264DM (The Winter Solstice)
Birthplace: Frigmount
Resides in: Rilana is pseudo-nomadic. When she is staying near Frigmount to work as an animal trainer/breeder she stays at the RimeFire Ranch, but when she has off time she usually wanders the wilds outside the city, having no permanent home. Her disappearances can be somewhat random, and she often gets caught up tracking migratory animals out of sheer curiosity.
Occupation: Animal trainer and breeder, primarily the tundra animals she is used to but with a special focus on canines (dogs, wolves, foxes), horses, and raptors (hawks, eagles, owls).
Appearance: Like most moon fey, Rilana is almost supernaturally beautiful. She is 5'10" and svelte with a flawless pale face and silvery hair that is slightly tinted with pale colours reminiscent of the northern lights. Her most distinguishing features are her entrancing eyes, which are a deep sapphire blue. Her arms are lined with several claw and teeth scars from her work. She is usually dressed in leathers and furs. While she is immune to the cold, protecting herself from ice and damage from her animals requires sturdy clothes. Even so, she cleans up really nice.
Personality: Rilana tends to be very reserved, patient, and calm and has a no-nonsense approach to most things. These are traits that lend themselves well to working with potentially dangerous and sensitive wild animals. Around other fey she is empathetic and friendly but maintains more caution around questionable races like humans or people who are boisterous and flamboyant. She prefers the solitude and peace of working outdoors, especially in the cold pine forests and frozen plains of the north and tends to get somewhat anxious in big cities, even in Frigmount that is populated by her own people. She is generally regarded as a good listener. She enjoys music..
History: Rilana's parents knew she was going to be a Druid as soon as she was old enough to crawl after the family cat. Her mother, a talented ice Elementalist, tried to turn her to a 'more elegant' path of magic, but ultimately failed. As a child Rilana spent more time playing with the sled dogs than she did with other children, and she trained her first snowy owl when she was ten. This affinity for working and training beasts only continued to strengthen over time. As the years went by, Rilana brought home increasingly larger and more dangerous animals until one day her parents refused to let her in the house with a polar bear cub. Unwilling to give up her passion, Rilana left home to build a modest cabin at the edge of the permafrost and sought out other Druids to learn from. Recognizing her skill, other moon fey and people from surrounding lands have come to Rilana for help training sled dogs, wolves, Fjord-horses, raptors, and even more exotic and rare glacial beasts. In more recent years, she has become the top trainer at the RimeFire Ranch, which is the only stables for breeding and training Fjords in Frigmount and perhaps the world. These animals are exceedingly exclusive and almost sickeningly expensive, and when a sale is made Rilana prefers to deliver the animal personally, regardless of distance.
Skills:
Wilderness Survival (+3 +30 racial)
Familiary (+26)
Observation (+25)
Animal Husbandry (+23)
Horsemanship (+20)
Riding (+16)
Socialization (+21)
Hunting (+11)
Teaching (+10)
Leadership (+10)
Dancing (+8)
Singing (+5)
Falconry (+5)
Tracking (+5)
Medicine (+5)
Weapon Ranged - Longbow (+5)
Negotiation (+5)
Philosophy (+4)
Unarmed Combat (+4)
Intimidation (+4)
Rhetoric (+3)
Hairdressing (+3)
Stealth (+2)
Investigation (+2)
Bodybuilding (+2)
Cooking (+2)
Planning (+1)
Scavenging (+1)
Land Navigation (+1)
Aerobatics (+1)
Tactics (+1)
Running (+1)
Herbalism (+1)
Food Preservation (+1)
Total 90 + 30 (racial) + 148 (rewards)
Languages:
Fey (Fluent)
Common (Fluent)
Special Abilities:
Immunity to Cold (racial)
Shapeshifting Ability (racial, tundra animals only)
Familiary (Novice)
Mindspeak with Mages (Journeyman Druid)
Familiar:
Possessions:
Item | Acquired | Value
Explorer's Outfit | Starting | 10 GP
Fancy Traveler's Cloak | Starting | 10 GP
Professional Outfit | Starting | 1 GP
Leather/Hunting Armour | Starting | 10 GP
Dagger | Starting | 2 GP
Longbow | Starting | 75 GP
Iron-Tipped Arrows x100 | Starting | 1 GP
Bit and Bridle | Starting | 2 GP
Horse Feed x10 | Starting | 0.5 GP
Animal Training Kit | Starting | 75 GP
Healer's Kit | Starting | 50 GP
Tent | Starting | 10 GP
Backpack | Starting | 2 GP
Bedroll | Starting | 1 GP
Pot, Iron | Starting | 1 GP
Waterskin | Starting | 1 GP
Flint and Steel | Starting | 1 GP
Flask | Starting | 0.03 GP
Heirloom Jewelry | Starting | ?? GP
Snowflake Lichen (magical) | Part of Medicine Kit | -
Familiary Effigies (moonstone and ice) | Starting | Druid
White Raven | Quest | -
Baby Balauradon + Satchel for carrying | Quest | -
1 bottle Honeymead | 10 GP | Purchase
1lb. Jar of Honey with Comb | 2 GP | Purchase
Lump of Onyx | Quest
Sweetmint Leaves (handful) | Quest
Envoy Sash, made of Silver Spider Silk | Quest
*Temporary Companion: Tomas, Svarak's Squire | Quest
Ledger:
Cost | Item | Subtotal
+200 GP | Starting Money | 100 GP 0 SP 0 CP
+1000 GP | Extra Money for not having a house | 1100 GP 0 SP 0 CP
-253 GP (rounded up) | Starting purchases | 947 (rounded down)
-12 GP | Honey/Mead Purchase | 935 GP
-10 GP | Healing - Mauven 31st | 925 GP
+469 GP, 7 SP | Mauven Pay Day | 1394 GP, 7 SP
+469 GP, 7 SP | Ceruleo Pay Day | 1863 GP, 14 SP
+472 GP | Jedayan Pay Day | 2335 GP, 14 SP
Occupation Pay (Animal Trainer, Novice) (Envoy, Novice): 8 GP/day
Other:
Receipt for the Sale of Fjord (Bruin) to Lord Kharik
Medium Coin Chest (1000 Gold Pieces)
Bite Wound to Shoulder, several cauterized punctures. Will be scarring unless treated by a Journeyman+ Healer. (Healed)
Minor Injury: Cut on the hand, may cause minor pain if used too often. Will take around 2 tendays to heal and create a small scar unless treated by Novice+ Healer. (Healed)
Scroll: Invitation to Speak to Lord Svarak in the Capital Taken
Story List:
Date - URL - Characters involved
Crimsia 41, 300 DM - Out of Frigmount - Rilana Aurorime' (Complete)
Mauven 23, 300 DM, Morning - The Silent Travelers - Rilana Aurorime' & Alya Eloen (Complete)
Mauven 25, 300 DM, All Day - Wooden Swords Wont Be Enough (quest) - Various (Complete)
Mauven 30, 300 DM, Mid-Day - How Much is That Doggie in the Window? - Rilana Aurorime' and Trix Greenlakes (Complete)
Ceruleo 5, 300 DM - A Chilling Message - Rilana Auorime' and GM (Complete)
Ceruleo 45, 300 DM, Sunrise - A Frozen Heart (quest) - Various
Ceruleo 51, 300 DM, Night - The Longest Night - Rilana Aurorime' and GM (Complete)
Ceruleo 52nd, 300 DM, nightfall - So Much White Hair - Alya Eloen & Rilana Aurorime' (Complete)
Just need help deciding on a familiar. I was going to go with gryphon but they aren't listed on the wiki.
Serendi watched Eva stammer and ramble on with an impassive stare, one of her dark eyebrows creeping up towards her horns as the shorter woman continued to talk. There was a barely-perceptible swish as her thin, dark tail gave a flick in the air behind her legs.
"...yes. We are the only two passengers and I don't think any of the crew is female." It seemed somewhat callous to leave it at that, especially in the face of Eva's seeming desperation to fill time with words. "...I suppose it's pretty standard for airship crews to be mostly men."
Somewhere in the midst of their awkward conversation Serendi eased her door open silently and tossed her cloak across onto the narrow bunk. She was eager to enjoy to solitude of the itty bitty cabin, and gave a slight snort at the talk of pirates. "Any ship sailing across the wildlands is at risk for pirates, but they tend to go for larger ships with more cargo." She didn't seem concerned, though that was because she knew that if she came up against a buccaneer crew she would have a few surprises in store for them if they tried to bother her.
With a shrug of her wings she disappeared into her bunk and shut the door with a neat 'snick' as the lock latched in place.
"...yes. We are the only two passengers and I don't think any of the crew is female." It seemed somewhat callous to leave it at that, especially in the face of Eva's seeming desperation to fill time with words. "...I suppose it's pretty standard for airship crews to be mostly men."
Somewhere in the midst of their awkward conversation Serendi eased her door open silently and tossed her cloak across onto the narrow bunk. She was eager to enjoy to solitude of the itty bitty cabin, and gave a slight snort at the talk of pirates. "Any ship sailing across the wildlands is at risk for pirates, but they tend to go for larger ships with more cargo." She didn't seem concerned, though that was because she knew that if she came up against a buccaneer crew she would have a few surprises in store for them if they tried to bother her.
With a shrug of her wings she disappeared into her bunk and shut the door with a neat 'snick' as the lock latched in place.
@Nate
Thanks! I moved it over to the other tab and also included some picture references.
Thanks! I moved it over to the other tab and also included some picture references.
Name: Sgarsiathoryx 'Sgar Sangra' aka. 'The Red Terror'
Age: 500+
Race: Full Dragon
Gender: Male
Alliance: Pro Magic
Appearance: In dragon form (ignore the airplane in the background), Sgar is the epitome of the crimson-scaled fire-breathing fury. He is huge, with black spiral horns on his head and spiked frills on his face. He has long black talons, a frilled tail, forked tongue, and eyes that are the colour of fire. The trailing edge of his wings are dark, as though scorched, and slightly frayed-looking. In humanoid form, he is a tall tan-skinned man with amber eyes, long black hair in a ponytail and just enough dark facial hair to be considered roguishly scruffy. His dragon mark is a wine-coloured splash down his back.
Personality: On a good day, Sgar is extroverted and charming, though he is never far from a condescending or arrogant comment. He is vain and selfish and tends to come off as aloof and snide. He has a mind for trade and has connections with wealthy merchants in order to acquire priceless magical artifacts and ancient tomes, especially those that deal with the subject of magic. On a bad day, Sgar might go from broody to a full-blown tantrum, and has a tendency to light things on fire or simply smash them into oblivion. Those who have seen one of his outbursts, especially in his full-dragon form, have given him the moniker 'The Red Terror'. When he is on a rampage he becomes exceedingly single-minded and wont let anything stand in his way. His age gives him experience and foresight, but he still frequently acts rashly.
Clothing: He tends to wear clothing that is made from expensive materials but is practical enough in design to not be considered too ostentatious. For example, a fine red silk long-sleeved shirt (the laces at the neck undone) under a hand-tooled black suede vest with matching pants and soft camelskin boots. He is never without a golden earring or two, and has a particular fondness for red gemstones. He generally dresses similarly to what a lord or prince might wear, but without any identifying insignia or crest. He is usually dressed in red, because obviously it is the best colour.
History: Sgar is one of those dragons who was bonded to a demi dragon who was killed in a battle. Consumed by grief and guilt, he didn't resist much when his soul was trapped in limbo. Eventually, mostly out of anger for his loss, he was able to escape, though he is now a bit emotionally unstable. He is finally at a point where he might consider another partnership with a demi-dragon. He currently lives in a hidden place near Granite Hallows and spends most of his time trying to improve his magical skill so that next time he flies into battle he can protect the people he cares about. He stays in his human form most of the time and pretty much everyone who knew him as a dragon has died of old age by now.
Weapons:
In dragon form: Fire breath, fangs, claws, sheer size.
In human form: Proficiency with a cutlass, magic.
Likes:
Treasure (especially gold and priceless gems), music, fine wine, rare books, hot tubs, sparring/dueling, showing off, raw meat, phoenixes.
Dislikes:
Riddles, Practical jokes at his expense, cold, bad poetry, insufferable knights, sweet food/drink, goody two-shoes.
Strengths:
Evocation magic with a focus on elemental (fire). Languages (he already knows a lot). His age.
Weaknesses:
Cold magic, arguments, shiny things, his temper, constricted spaces (when in full form).
Theme Song: Click
Other: He can be attracted to men as well as women. He has a pet phoenix named Cinder. His alignment is chaotic neutral, and he could just as easily turn to evil as good.[/b]
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Age: 500+
Race: Full Dragon
Gender: Male
Alliance: Pro Magic
Appearance: In dragon form (ignore the airplane in the background), Sgar is the epitome of the crimson-scaled fire-breathing fury. He is huge, with black spiral horns on his head and spiked frills on his face. He has long black talons, a frilled tail, forked tongue, and eyes that are the colour of fire. The trailing edge of his wings are dark, as though scorched, and slightly frayed-looking. In humanoid form, he is a tall tan-skinned man with amber eyes, long black hair in a ponytail and just enough dark facial hair to be considered roguishly scruffy. His dragon mark is a wine-coloured splash down his back.
Personality: On a good day, Sgar is extroverted and charming, though he is never far from a condescending or arrogant comment. He is vain and selfish and tends to come off as aloof and snide. He has a mind for trade and has connections with wealthy merchants in order to acquire priceless magical artifacts and ancient tomes, especially those that deal with the subject of magic. On a bad day, Sgar might go from broody to a full-blown tantrum, and has a tendency to light things on fire or simply smash them into oblivion. Those who have seen one of his outbursts, especially in his full-dragon form, have given him the moniker 'The Red Terror'. When he is on a rampage he becomes exceedingly single-minded and wont let anything stand in his way. His age gives him experience and foresight, but he still frequently acts rashly.
Clothing: He tends to wear clothing that is made from expensive materials but is practical enough in design to not be considered too ostentatious. For example, a fine red silk long-sleeved shirt (the laces at the neck undone) under a hand-tooled black suede vest with matching pants and soft camelskin boots. He is never without a golden earring or two, and has a particular fondness for red gemstones. He generally dresses similarly to what a lord or prince might wear, but without any identifying insignia or crest. He is usually dressed in red, because obviously it is the best colour.
History: Sgar is one of those dragons who was bonded to a demi dragon who was killed in a battle. Consumed by grief and guilt, he didn't resist much when his soul was trapped in limbo. Eventually, mostly out of anger for his loss, he was able to escape, though he is now a bit emotionally unstable. He is finally at a point where he might consider another partnership with a demi-dragon. He currently lives in a hidden place near Granite Hallows and spends most of his time trying to improve his magical skill so that next time he flies into battle he can protect the people he cares about. He stays in his human form most of the time and pretty much everyone who knew him as a dragon has died of old age by now.
Weapons:
In dragon form: Fire breath, fangs, claws, sheer size.
In human form: Proficiency with a cutlass, magic.
Likes:
Treasure (especially gold and priceless gems), music, fine wine, rare books, hot tubs, sparring/dueling, showing off, raw meat, phoenixes.
Dislikes:
Riddles, Practical jokes at his expense, cold, bad poetry, insufferable knights, sweet food/drink, goody two-shoes.
Strengths:
Evocation magic with a focus on elemental (fire). Languages (he already knows a lot). His age.
Weaknesses:
Cold magic, arguments, shiny things, his temper, constricted spaces (when in full form).
Theme Song: Click
Other: He can be attracted to men as well as women. He has a pet phoenix named Cinder. His alignment is chaotic neutral, and he could just as easily turn to evil as good.[/b]
[/hider]
Ho hum.
Here is my char-sheet.
Sorry for the delay and the fairly lame start to the conversation. Eva has a much more outgoing personality than Serendi. I almost just had her go in her room and slam the door, but then our RP would be kinda boring.
Also, when it comes to the pirate attack I am more than happy to do most of the driving as far as what the pirates and crew do.
Also, when it comes to the pirate attack I am more than happy to do most of the driving as far as what the pirates and crew do.
The expansive view of the greenish water of the inland sea was a delight. Serendi hadn't journeyed by airship much in the past, and never to such a distant destination. Generally the trips were only a few days from one large city in the empire to another, and most of the time she had smuggled herself aboard and didn't have the luxury of lingering on the deck to feel the wind in her long black hair. It was a slightly different experience, flying through the air with her boots firm on the wooden deck rather than powering herself through the skies on her own two wings.
Even so, she had her fill of the sight of the distant ground as soon as it became obscurred by a layer of fluffy clouds. The sun was only climbing higher, and the brilliant whiteness was a bit too much. Turning her mind to the job she had been hired to do, she decided that it would be prudent to make the best of the long weeks on the ship and do some planning.
Turning from the railing, her black boots and innately soft steps carried her through a hatch-way into the relative dimness belowdecks. The narrow corridor was lit by the soft glow of evenly-spaced lamps on the wall closest to the center of the ship. On the opposite wall, and slightly more rarely spaced were round portholes offering that same view of white and blue.
Serendi turned a corner towards the section of the ship that housed the cabins. Knowing her room was only a few doors down, she shrugged her cloak off her shoulders, her black wings springing free from the confines to stretch as much as they could in the cramped space. The long bones were thin and as black as her hair, though the membranes hanging loosely between them were a transluscent grey-purple. Her long tail had a short frill of the same soft, thin web traveling down its length. She gave it a flick as she reached her door, producing a key from one of the many secret pockets of her clothes, but just before she let it slide into the keyhole, she paused, sensing someone near.
She glanced up sharply and saw that Eva was coming towards her from the other end of the hall. The half-dragon assumed that the human was going to her own cabin, but she recalled how her expression had been more curious than disgustedly shocked when they had first come face to face, and gave a somewhat uncharacteristic nod. "Hello."
Even so, she had her fill of the sight of the distant ground as soon as it became obscurred by a layer of fluffy clouds. The sun was only climbing higher, and the brilliant whiteness was a bit too much. Turning her mind to the job she had been hired to do, she decided that it would be prudent to make the best of the long weeks on the ship and do some planning.
Turning from the railing, her black boots and innately soft steps carried her through a hatch-way into the relative dimness belowdecks. The narrow corridor was lit by the soft glow of evenly-spaced lamps on the wall closest to the center of the ship. On the opposite wall, and slightly more rarely spaced were round portholes offering that same view of white and blue.
Serendi turned a corner towards the section of the ship that housed the cabins. Knowing her room was only a few doors down, she shrugged her cloak off her shoulders, her black wings springing free from the confines to stretch as much as they could in the cramped space. The long bones were thin and as black as her hair, though the membranes hanging loosely between them were a transluscent grey-purple. Her long tail had a short frill of the same soft, thin web traveling down its length. She gave it a flick as she reached her door, producing a key from one of the many secret pockets of her clothes, but just before she let it slide into the keyhole, she paused, sensing someone near.
She glanced up sharply and saw that Eva was coming towards her from the other end of the hall. The half-dragon assumed that the human was going to her own cabin, but she recalled how her expression had been more curious than disgustedly shocked when they had first come face to face, and gave a somewhat uncharacteristic nod. "Hello."
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