Fallenreaper

Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

~|Ryria T’Vessi|~

Ryria’s good arm snapped up and her gun took quick aim. Her eyes narrowed as her finger threatened the trigger, ready to take out Serena’s last drone during its retreat. Her mind counted the seconds down until she fired. An alarm broke her focus causing her finger to release as the drone made it out of range safely. Her head instinctively lowered to note its origins. Her omnitool. Annoyance crossed her expression before she lowered herself down into a cross legged position, slipping her gun beside her. Already Sabinus’ voice crackled into existence informing them their exercise was cut short and a few scientists need a babysitter.

At least it was something familiar to her.

Upon the order to move, she wasted little time rising up and snatching up her training weapons on her way down the exterior stairways. It was a well practiced movement to save energy as she reached the ground. She followed the others back to the compound’s start. By now, the numbness had faded away to slight tingling and the bullet’s effects were fading finally. Ryria tightened her fingers, fisting them once then opening them. Satisfied with the result, she gathered up her gear wordlessly for the mission. She even had her medical kit waiting to be brought along conveniently. Trying not to think how it got there, she was strapped into the shuttle and ready to go.

The trip wouldn’t take long. During it, Tazen began to brief them over details in regards to tactics. Being closest to the cockpit, the Asari listened intently. Her helmet covered her indifferent stare in the Salarian’s direction while he mentioned how things had gotten wrong. She slightly was surprised that the team had been left alone to scavenge when there had been Kett reports all over. However, it wasn’t her place to judge. They all needed to survive and risks were required, manpower scarce or stretched thin.

Her head shifted toward the Turian female then to the human female, her only acknowledgement of their existence in the shared space. Beyond that, the Asari said nothing. When they touched down, she stepped off like the rest. Her figure followed close, leaving the appropriate space between her teammates. Her feet kicked just enough dust with her march to keep up. When the teams separated, Ryria’s eyes turned to the Salarian. Her hip cocked so she could set her hand to rest on its curve while he gave the orders.

Following orders were easy, through Ryria couldn’t help wondering when things would go wrong. They always did in these situations and one had to ready to adapt to it. Every nerve seemed to fire off a sense of awareness, heighten her senses into a flight or fight stage. Details that only fear could locate popped out at her. However, she wasn’t ready to run just yet. Upon hearing the word support, her hand reached for her rifle and snapped outward into a ready position. Distance was the key element here which made the rifle best.

When the tactical cloaks went up, Ryria took cover behind the closest possible crate. Her figure disappeared silently to provide distant fire should it be needed.

Samhain Intrigues

@Belle Black Panther has withdrawn from the Rp.

@FallenReaper@Forett Are you two still interested in continuing this RP?

My apologies for not posting but I've taken a rather large hit to my confidence to DM.

@LadyRunic

I'm currently I'm on the fence honestly. I've sort of lost muse for Noah a bit, though I could easily recover with time and posts. It would just take time. With the fact your confidence is at an all-time low, I personally think it might be worth considering taking a break and rebuilding your confidence, even a few days or whatever is needed. At least put it on the table as an option. Then come back, reboot it and try again with a different approach. It's a good rp idea, after all and might gain additional interest. That's my thoughts. I'm good with whatever the majority decides.

Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies

Dyril Elian

Name:
Publically (Elven Lands)- Híril (Lady) Dyril Elian, of the Elian bloodline and granddaughter of Hír (Lord) Raton Elian.
Privately- Agarwaen (blood-stained), Umarth (ill-fated), Hin (child), N'Tel'Quess (not of the people- not elf), Uuner (nobody), etc.
By Lower Station (often slaves and servants) - Híril Dyril

Age: 31 (ages about 1.5 slower than humans)

Appearance Age: 22 due to slow aging process

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Position: Merchant (upper class within Imperial Even society)

Personality:

Value over Image

Being an Elf, her upbring places a high value on image and worth in order to advance your family to a higher status. From her birth she has been taught to hold a strict control over her emotions and give a calm presentation in public, especially when in the present of those equal or higher than her rank. Failure to hold this practice would risk her family reputation, entitling them to mockery over their ‘childish’ behavior. Minor as it might seem, recovering from it was often a chore best avoided. This didn’t mean anyone could insult her family, and by extend herself, without any repercussions and those will come in time when she’s had time to ready them.

Patience

Dyril is very patient, maybe too patient at times. She never rushes into things, as shown in her bio, and instead carefully treads into her plans. It can take months to years to set things up before she feels safe to act on her plans. In some ways this can help and hurt her. While she won’t blindly rush in on instinct, any time sensitive plans she decides to follow could become useless if too much time passes or things don’t add up in her favor. Most times it requires a push from an outside source for her to place aside her patience and go for things ahead of plans.

Motivation

She will have two current motivations. Her original motivation was to prove her worth to her family, both Elven (though she won’t admit it) and human. In order to adaptly do this, she needs to make her trading dealings work out well and benefit her family both here and across the sea. Her second one will surface the moment she learns of recent events about the death of Henry. This will develop into a need for revenge against the individual that took his life away and desire to change her exile family’s state. How long this lasts could change in the future.

Weaknesses:

Image Vanity- Like many Elves are brought up to believe, Dyril values herself and family image highly giving her sense of vanity. Not surprising since her environment has been her teacher most of her life and it is all she knows. When others attempt to ruin it,, Dyril’s calm becomes less natural and more forced. With higher and greater insult to the image, she gains a hidden spite and this builds over time. Dyril rarely forgets an insult as she bides her time, gradually seeking to gain some sort of satisfactory revenge for their insult. If left unchecked, this can eventually become obsession in her free time or influence her focus.

Isolation and Abandonment Fear- While Dyril doesn’t fully know it, she has a minor fear of being discarded and even left behind by all she knows, loves, and even is connected to. This stems from her upbring where her family regarded her as something to be ashamed of and when possible, isolated her from both public and family ordeals. If it wasn’t for Kiseo, she would’ve fallen to the effects of facing her fear a long time ago.

Mix Heritage- Being a hybrid has its perks and limitations, something that Dyril knows fully well. One biggest stigma among hybrids is that they are sterile and are unable to carry on the bloodline into the future. This can bring a promising family into extinction over time if a future heir is unable to produce children. In addition, her physical appearance is a mixture of human and Elven which makes her unappealing to either race for the most part. Too Elven for a human or too human for an Elf is a painful experience forcing her to give up on the notion of any love or family. It also makes any manipulation through sexual appeal clearly out of her skill range unless one is curious or want to try something ‘exotic’. Another issue is that her facial ticks aren’t like humans and sometimes be difficult to read.

Lack of Combative Skills- Dyril was brought up in higher society and being female, these are primary factors that denied her the right to learn combat skills. Females had higher power when it came to marriage and politics than physical or business transactions within Imperial lands which made image that more important to them since it was harder to earn and keep. Married individuals often rode upon their husband’s successes which could range from the battlefield to more common skills unfitting for a female. This means any situation that required pure physical strength or speed would put Dyril at a serious disadvantage or even worse, make her into a fool. She is unable to defend herself should things escalate into blood and violence.

Ignorance of Formaroth- Never traveled beyond her family property too often, Dyril has little to no knowledge of any thing about Formaroth’s politics or recent events. Not even the state of her present family. Any knowledge she does know is officially obtained through traders (which are few and far between) or what guests have been kind enough to share, none she fully puts trust in until she’s seen it.

Appearance:

Physical

Being a hybrid of two races, Dyril’s got characteristics that fit both her mother and father. Her mother’s are dominant which allowed her grandfather, Raton, to hide her heritage with the excuse of deformities. ‘Unique’ isn’t acceptable in Elven society like it is in their slaves, a fact she’s had to live with all her life and struggle to overcome. Compared to her relatives who sport the common dark blue (denim color), hers is a bluish-grey shade. A few have compared it to something called blue spruce trees which don’t exist in Beilokias.

She has dark, brown eyes much like her father. So far, no one she’s been with for extended time- save her family- has noticed the difference compared to their own onyx back irises. Her face is considered long by humans standards, giving her a rather haughty look like the rest of her family. However when closely examined, the subtle differences are easily seen and clearly not completely elven. Her features are fleshed out along her cheeks, sides, and forehead rounder in comparison to her other female relatives.

The thicker physical appearance doesn’t stop merely at her face, but also include her weight which is considered heavy at 146 lbs and closer to human than any female elf should be. Meanwhile, her saving grace is that she barely falls to the average height of 164 cm (5’4”) and doesn’t need to shrink or alter it in any fashion. The final abnormality is her fingers, they are still considerably long but a bit less claw like and a dead give away to her human side. Instead of three digits on each hand, she has five.

Her default expression is often neutral and difficult to read thanks of her mixed heritage. Often considered permanently stuck in a day dreaming or haughty one, which gives the impression to humans she doesn’t care about what is being said. A fact that is far from her real feelings. However, when she does smile the human in her is quite easily seen and considered genuinely appealing (not sexually), breaking the bizarre features she inherited. Her black hair falls to about the bottom of her shoulder blades, but often bounded into numerous tight braids and loop about her head back. They are pinned in place with silver hair pins that are decorated into handcrafted designs like shells, feathers, and even animals.

Clothing

In Elven culture, despite the hot and arid atmosphere, the higher social classes often wear layers of clothing that reflect their status and importance among their peers. Being a granddaughter of Elian bloodline, her dresses are the official colors of black and yellow with the crest of her family’s rank. They are linked with the Patricians making Raton and his son Dathion apart of the senate. Often, Dyril is dressed in loosely fitting dresses made of two layer skirts, a pleated shirt and binded at the waist with a belt. Upon her feet are slipper shoes and a kaftan (long over coat) is placed over her to allow her to shade her head from view.

Background:
Family
Lists of those Dyril has interacted with on a daily basis, both alive and deceased.

Grandparents

Head: Raton Elian | 175 | Alive
Angril Elian (Madrin) | Died

Uncles

Saeldir Elian | First Child | Alive
Rawion Elian | Fourth Child | Alive

Aunts

Duvainil Elian | Third Child | Alive
Crabanil Elian | Fifth Child | Died

Male Cousins

Faron Elian | First Child of Saeldir | Alive
Seregon Elian | Second Child of Duvainil | Alive

Female Cousins

Theriadis Elian | First Child of Duvianil | Alive

PreSeason 1 Recap

The story begins on the day Dyril was conceived thanks to ill fated combination of a bet and curiosity. After the recent decease of his wife, Angril Elian, Raton’s merchant trade faced possible decline in popularity and worth when profits rapidly shot down. Evidence, much to his cringe, had been planted to discredit the value of his goods causing him to seek additional options to recover from the loss. In 471 A R, Raton and his daughter Crabanil traveled to Formaroth due to establishing trade with Ralda. The Mazeltof was one of a few families that held a rich dwarven source of materials in their land and were willing to trade for then giving the right persuasion. Usually the very rare magical items (thanks to a method done by mandrakes), potions, food goods not native to the continent, silks, and other materials. Drawven metal, in any variety, was often sought after for great prices making the trip worth it and hopefully recover his reputation.

Setting aside his mourning, Hír Raton Elian and his youngest daughter Crabanil traveled to Formaroth. Crabanil was expected to take up the trade negotiations after a few years and show her own worth in her family’s eyes. This wasn’t meant to be since on the last week of being deep into trade dealings, Henry Mazeltof was roped into a bet which his companions believed was impossible for him to complete: to bed the Elven daughter of their host. Being the arrogant, strong headed individual that came with his heritage, Henry took on the challenge in exchange for greater gains and his friend’s respect.

When Raton followed his father into the final night of negotiations, Henry made his move. He followed the young Elven daughter, just hitting the cusp of adulthood, into a secluded area where he began to converse with her. One thing led to another and out of mutual agreement, Crabanil’s curiosity being a main factor, they made their way to the guest room that served for her residence here.

After the one night stand, Crabanil found herself pregnant with child. Raton, himself, found out after they departed the Mazeltof hospitality and had settled back into their own port home. Purely because Crabanil was afraid he would break off trading rights to Ralda over it. Image, after all, was everything to him.

This created stress between her furious father and her, their desires divided over the tainted offspring’s future.

Raton wanted to bribe a priest from the priesthood, made mostly of mages, to abort the growing life within her womb and rid her of the shame it brought upon the family. However, Crabanil had other ideas. She wanted to use the child as a bargaining chip and to pull at the Mazeltof’s honorable reputation get more out of their future trading relationship. Forced to admit to the fact his daughter was an adult now, Raton allowed her decision to stand but he still blamed Henry for contaminating his youngest daughter.

Being a woman of high up bring, it would’ve looked suspicious for Crabanil to avoid public affairs. This would’ve drawn the attention of spies to try to pry the truth about everything then rush back to their masters. The last thing the Elian family needed was for others to create ways to blackmail them into less suitable dealings. So together they fabricated a plausible story to cover the obvious signs of Crabanil’s upcoming pregnant image. The young Elven woman had been seduced and lied to by another Elf within Formaroth, which there was a few. This charming man later vanished into the night after both bedding her and stealing numerous valuables. While it hurt Crabanil’s reputation for the time, it did nothing to harm the bloodline’s and the fact she was with child made the rumor believable.

Through many tried to dug deeper, they often found Raton there as a wall to their progression.

It was a year later that Crabanil went into labor on their estate home. Raton was pacing the hallways with nerves rattling his every step as his daughter’s laboring screams echoed throughout the wall and making him anxious for her health. Unknown to Crabanil, he had gradually threaten her slaves into placing a subtle herb in her tea in hopes to kill the infant late in the pregnancy. It wasn’t a sure success always, but enough to give him hope to try it.
Whatever divine forces above felt he desired punish did so with a vengeance. Instead of the infant dying, it was his beloved daughter. The herb had stopped her body’s ability to clot the blood and so Crabanil had lost a lot of blood during the birth, her blue skin ashy grey in hue. With her dying breath, she named her young female offspring Dyril before she passed away. The loss cut Raton very deeply, a mixture of self guilt and blame upon the child for being born.

For the following years he held deep hatred for the Mazeltof family and it fueled his determination to almost end the trade negotiations. However, his eldest son stepped in and made the request not to due to damaging their family image. Instead, Saeldir took over the trade dealings with the Mazeltof.

Against his daughter’s careful planning, Raton never informed Henry of his illegitimate child or even considered to use her as a pawn to their advantage. In fact, he wanted nothing to do with her. Her life’s care fell upon the family who felt it was best to hide their shame. They couldn’t simply lock her way as all the senate knew Crabanil had been with child and news about the birth had already spread through prior arrangements by the now dead mother. So they prepared for the expose in the future while making her life difficult.

Over the years, Dyril found herself exposed to higher education, various arts and whatever her family’s station allowed her to learn. Unlike Formaroth, women were frowned upon to learn how to combat since they were much more fragile compared to the male gender. Court dancing, sewing, and other more mild forms of quiet etiquette were expected. Everything Dyril learned was taught to her within her family estate which for much of her childhood became her prison. Never once was she allowed to explore the various areas within the city they lived in and her inherited curiosity often pawed at her in daydreams. This wasn’t the only thing she had come to accept in her life. Her family, uncles to aunts and numerous cousins, all made it clear what she was: a blight on their bloodline. A shame that never should’ve been born. Naturally being exposed to such cruelty, Dyril fell to the background and learned to keep her voice to herself until she became an adult.

At the age of nineteen, she became exposed to her first social gathering. It was in honor of her Aunt Duvainil who had become married to another Patrician senator and the ceremony was to make their relationship publicly known. To hide Dyril’s human heritage, her fingers and hands were wrapped in cloth and were claimed to be ‘damaged’ due to her father’s unsavory lineage. This also did well to explain her other odd features that were beyond being hidden. Whenever she arrived, one of her family was never too far from her. They ensure she never spoke of her human father and even spoke for her, blocking any attempts to glean information from the younger elven woman. Most the time they gave a snooty air about it.

Around the age of twenty-one, she learned her mother’s old slave Shinx had been bred and expected a new kit in six months. Surprisingly, Dyril found herself worried over the new kit’s arrival and how much attention it would steal from her. For years, she had Shinx’s full attention on her and now something threatened it. However, deep inside she knew Shinx would not last forever and eventually she would need to replace her. If she rejected Kiseo, it would not only hurt Shinx but likely Dyril's family would give her an incompetent and nearly dead slave. That idea was less appealing than taking the risk.

Knowing she had little choice, Dyril sought out only one in the household who would faintly listen to her: Faron, her cousin.

The male, only older than her by a few years, sneered upon her request for an additional slave. He assigned an elderly and well beaten one named Lini to assist Shinx. The persian markings along Lini’s fur was maimed by numerous wounds thanks to burning to vicious beatings which was something that Shinx lacked.

A few months later, Raton had gotten in contact with Doroka Hawk and his company of mercs. Many of the soldiers had also been stationed on the outskirts of their farming property during their services and naturally, her curiosity swelled enough she couldn’t help but investigate. That’s when she met Claus Rotstein, a brash and boastful individual that happened to spy her stalking him one day. This was likely the first time she learned about humans as her interest over her own heritage became sparked the more she learned. She was fortunately enough to have learned the basic speak of humans, thanks to her family’s requirements, but she still had difficulty in making it flow naturally and had to pause to think about how to phrase her words sometimes.

This continued off and on until Raton discovered the pair during her first lesson in combat. The grandfather had been looking for Hawk when he overheard Dyril’s loud cry and the sound of a bow falling to the ground. As the elder elven man entered the doorway, his eyes narrowed and jaw set at the sight of her nursing a hurting wrist. She had let go of the bow too soon and it clipped her hand causing Claus to examine it for serious injury. With a loud, furious bark Raton summoned a no longer pregnant Shinx to the room then had the Mao usher them both back to Dyril’s quarters. What happened between them, Dyril still doesn’t know but it resulted in her being locked in her room or escorted everywhere, something that gradually tapered off over the years.

When she became twenty-eight, she had been mostly left to her own devices now. During her free time, which she had much of, she began to research and question family on her father’s side. From those who believed knowing the truth would degrade her new found determination, she learned about Henry Mazeltof and the events in Ralda. This also included her mother’s original plan to use her in tilting the favor of gain with the trading negotiations. It was a harsh thing for her to learn which took some time to accept, her desire to learn of her father assisted in distracting her mind and hurt emotions.

By this time, Kiseo had matured in the following years and been helping her mother in attending Dyril.

At first the younger Elf had difficulty in accepting the leopard cat patterned Mao, her jealousy and greed for attention conflicted with Shinx’s desperation for her young daughter to be accepted as her one day replacement. Out of all her family, Dyril was the only individual that treated her slaves with a fair merit of respect while many slaves of her family members were left broken, maimed, or worse.

There was one thing that finally won over the Elven woman’s heart, Kiseo’s gentle and empathic nature. It was something that Dyril had never been exposed to and in that moment, Kiseo was hers. Three years before their departure, Raton caught wind of Dyril’s conversations with Saeldir over their trade business. His reaction was as expected and in a sad turn of events, Shinx was the victim of it. The elderly Mao, about forty now, had been delivering a message to Saeldir over Dyril’s plans for the upcoming voyage when her path crossed Raton’s. Infurious with the fact his daughter’s shame was aiming to interfere with their family trade, he began to take his anger out on the Mao and took the message from her. Shinx died of her injuries hours later.

When Saeldir send another message inquiring about the voyage plans, Dyril quickly concluded that Shinx had been delayed or stop causing the pair to investigate. Finding the Mao, broken and tossed away, hurt the woman more than she expected as she spotted Kiseo literally break down and cry. Worried about her image in passing, Dyril quickly held the younger slave then ushered the Mao into an alley to console the sorrow and hide her own tears. Interesting enough, that was the final nail in her tolerance for her grandfather.

In about three years, she quickly made arrangements thanks to Saeldir for departure to Formaroth.

Season 1 Recap

Enroute to Nyhem, Dyril’s shipment encountered pirates which burnt their escorting ship and destroyed the whole crew. Thankfully her own vessel avoided such a fate on its way to the city. Upon arrival, Dyril was distraught to not find her human side of her family waiting for her as she made arrangements with the local Inn to stay. While within the city she met the Magister Lanaya Dionisa who politely introduced herself and took the two on a carriage ride to their temporary residence, then caught the young hybrid on recent events. Including the new High King.

Several hours later, she encountered her half sister in the main tavern room and learned of her family’s fate. They had sided with the wrong side, the family nearly eradicated during the onslaught. During the battle, Pearl was captured and held prisoner within Duncan’s prison in Nyhem. Explaining why Aljica came here, aside from following up on what their father should’ve done if he was still alive. Dyril silently took the loss. Together, both girls hatched an agreement to free their imprisoned sister through no time was officially agreed upon.

Later that evening she met the High King himself, both gaining his business and another reason to remain. The conditions were simple: she was to attempt to harvest mandrake upon Formaroth soil. It was a daring, possibly complicated vision but it would allow her to remain here.

The next night was the riots. After sending Kiseo out on an errand, Dyril’s room was broken into and in a panic she hid. As a few large thugs came in, she flew down the steps to find the tavern owner with her throat slit. Even worse… her way out was blocked by on of the upstair men’s companions.

They intended to kill her, simply because they hated magic and her nature as a half-Elf represented it. Claus was the one, an old childhood friend, who came to her rescue. He quickly put the men down and had her escorted from the burning city into the safety of the camp. She reminds there until she can find better arrangements.

Skills:

• Basic Etiquette: Being raised in higher society, Dyril was raised in the similar fashion as her female relatives. Through primary that was to ensure she didn’t mess up or create an ignorant for her family’s image. She knows how to conduct herself within a court, though she lacks a bit of knowledge on Formaroth’s customs which can easily be corrected.
• Translator: She knows how to read, write and speak numerous languages. This ranges from those in Formaroth to the conquered worlds within the Elven Imperium. Most her basic within Formaroth is thanks to interaction with Claus and his men.
• Sewing: Basic sewing as she had spent several hours learning to decorate tapestry pieces for subtle displays in her room.
• Court Dancing: She was expected to properly dance, through this is mainly in Elven fashion. She doesn’t know any Formaroth dances but with some time and practice, she could easily adapt to be able to perform them at a decent level.
• Harp Musician: Dyril is an elegant player of the harp. With this being her main activity aside from reading, sewing and other required skills for a lady, she has become rather good at playing it. The calluses of her fingers, through a bit faded, indicate she practiced rather vigorously over the years.
• Natural Talent with Crossbow: However, she’s not been able to or had any teachers willing to increase her skills in this area. This has made her remain at the novice or lower level, but she does get the lucky shot even so often. Over time, and with practice, her shot might become rather lethal.
• Good Memory: Dyril has learned to keep track of what others say with a keen memory and often uses it to determine if they are lying to her when facts don’t match up. It also makes it easier to recall when someone has wrong or owes her a favor.
• Novice Manipulator: While her heart, honestly, isn’t in it, Dyril’s ability to lie, coax, and even negotiate has grown over the years she’s worked with her Uncle Saeldir. However when compared to those have been doing longer than three years, she’s rather new to it.
• Elven Trader: In order to have some worth in Formaroth, Dyril had to learn the ins and outs of trading through her Uncle Saeldir. Was fortunate enough the Elven man wanted to step down from trading as he hated dealing with humans. However, he knew how badly it could damage their family reputation if they ceased it completely. Upon offering to take his place, he eagerly trained her into the worth of things and what risks were best. She doesn’t have the experience Saeldir did, but she isn’t the little novice she might appear to be.
  -Saeldir has made sure Raton can’t influence her trade ability… for now.
• Magical Examiner: While Dyril doesn’t know how to cast magic, she has regularly dealt with mandrakes, items and potions for the trading business. This has given her an interesting insight and more knowledge than most non casters. After spending a good portion of time with an item (A few days), she is able to tell the bare essentials over it including: if an object is truly magical, the enchantment’s quality and what it does on a baseline level. However since she’s not a mage, she’s only able to get a general sense rather than gritty details.

NPCS:

Hider

TBA as they become important and enter the IC, mainly because I’m still figuring out how to write her story and rather build support over time.

Kiseo

Name:
Given- Kiseo no last name
Names given by Nobility- Slave, Servant, Cat, Animal, etc. (need I really list them all?)
Nick to Allies and Friends- Seo (primarily to hid from her masters it’s her preferred name)
Title- Personal Slave of Híril Dyril.

Age: 11 years ( Felines mature faster, the ratio is about 1.5x faster than humans making her look about a little more than 17 years.)

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: This is an unknown factor for her, purely since interaction in areas of intimacy without express permission is forbidden and often punished. Through it is, Kiseo is taught by her masters she is suppose to be attracted to purely males. This is because a union of opposite sexes will produce kits and eventually added to the population of other enslaved rather than explore the aspect of love. Unknown to her, she does in reality swing both ways, but unless someone nudges this then it won’t be realised.

Position: (In Formaroth) Attendant to Dyril Elian.

Personality:

Invert Personality

Kiseo’s behavior and carefully chosen words give the impression she’s very shy and timid as an individual. While it is true she’s invert when it comes to her personality, she far from shy about meeting people. This side of her often shows only in private and when given permission to speak by Dyril. Though she knows she’s no longer a slave, Kiseo still acts submissive to her Elven mistress as deep down she knows if abandoned then she will likely not last very long on her own.

Curious and Observant

Unable to feed her curious and desire to learn new things by asking questions, Kiseo has learned to be watchful and listen to what interests her. Her mind trained to gleam whatever she can from the subject then make educational explanations. When permitted, which is rare, Kiseo’s excitement can get the better of her causing her to forget her place and embarrass Dyril by hurting the hybrid’s image. On these few occasions, she has been punished with a few light lashes over her bare back but it was nothing compared to past experiences. Since the Mao has learned to curb her need for answers to merely sneaking hidden looks, studying and listening in order to make accurate assumptions. She will adjust when she learns something new however so none of her information is set in stone ever.

Compassion and Protectiveness

Kiseo is a deeply compassionate Mao ever since birth, despite the harsh reality of her status. At first, she cared and watched the young kits under her care with a ferocious protectiveness from the danger of their surroundings. For many she was like a mother they never had as she attended their wounds and even shepherd them from the cliff overlooking the river and sea. Gradually when she became Dyril’s personal slave, her compassion started to flip gears to her mistress’. It only grew after her mother’s telling of how Dyril’s life really was. Most slaves assumed all the Elven masters lived in luxury and paradise, but for Dyril that was only partly true.

Over time, Kiseo began to admire how strong she viewed Dyril against her family’s attempts to tear her down and mentally torment her. However, the Mao knew those chains still existed and there was only one way to fully free her. After Shinx died, Kiseo made a promise to herself that she would help her mistress to find a place she could be anchored and severe her ties to her past. However, in order to do that it was Kiseo’s job to ensure that Dyril survived until then. The slave learned quickly how to appear uninterested, keep her head down, and casually act while listening in order to warn Dyril of unsuspected danger. Through she has her doubts her tactics would hold much assistance here.

Note: I’m still figuring her out so her personality might change and I’ll update if needed. Personality sections are really hard for me.

Weaknesses:

Low Pain Tolerance, Easily Bruised and Fear of Pain- Kiseo fears and can’t stand intense pain. When struck harshly by anything with intention to make her bleed, she can’t stop herself from flinching in reaction. She will not fight back as she’s not taught to, her eyes watering and the punishment seared into her memory. She easily bruises through they are often hidden under her blotchy pattern coat and unless you’ve seen her in her prime, you might never know it. When threat of pain comes with a gesture, or even one resembling it when someone is angry, she will automatically brace herself and assume it will happen.

Low Birth- Due to her low standings, Kiseo has very low confidence about changes in her future and in her own value. This means if she is abused, hurt, or otherwise insulted then she will often take the path of least resistance rather than seek justice for wrongs against her. Especially against those of higher station than herself. After all, she is taught she is purely property from the very beginning and have no rights to protest against how those of higher birth treat her. Though she knows deep down, she is far luckier than most slaves in the household.

Sticking Out Like A Sore Thumb- Kiseo has been pulled into the game of espionage by her mistress, Dyril, in recent few years. While in the Elven Lands she was one of many, here Kiseo faces a greater challenge that she’s never encountered before: She’s literally one of a kind here. While Dyril is the minority, Kiseo is literally the only Mao that has crossed over Elven Imperial Lands and into Formaroth where slavery is outlawed.

Weak in Strength- Kiseo, like others of her species, aren’t raised and bred for heavy labor. Due to her life time of performing lighter tasks like cooking, cleaning, climbing into high places, and other similar tasks, her strength is lacking. At max and with some some notable stress, she can deadlift about 80 lbs (average human beginner for her size, about 119 lbs) for a small time. This makes things a bit difficult should something much heavier get into her way.

Language Barrier- Kiseo wasn’t raised to understand human language in Formaroth and while she has little trouble understanding it, actually talking in it is another hurdle for her. A big issue and difference is the fact that Formaroth puts the subject as first and most important in the sentence. For Mao’s, their native language focuses on the topic, often placing it first to indicate its importance, leaving out key words, and uses description to fill in details. In addition to their verbal speech, her hands, feet and even tail will move out of habit since they include a crude but elegant sign language to their speech in order to further understanding. Here’s an example of how the structure varies, with both placed in English:

“Hello, my name is Kiseo. Would you like curry and eggs for breakfast, mistress? And will you be eating in your room too?”- Basic Formaroth

“Name Kiseo, hello. Curry and eggs for breakfast, you like, mistress? Eat in your room too?”- Kiseo in her attempt to speak basic Formaroth *

Biological

While she has strengths that humans don’t, she also has weaknesses in them. These are listed alongside her biological skills since it’s easier when separating them for me because a strength often creates a weakness if a condition is met.

Appearance:

Physical

Hider

Even before the Elven Imperium conquest over their lands, Máoróngrōng, or Mao as they are called, have practiced status breeding for generations. This has created a distinct division of their people into one of two stations: the nobles and peasantry. All have characteristics of Asian region cats, either wild or domesticated, but their appearance depends heavily on which station the individual resides in. Those once apart of the nobility class has more domesticate or small wild cat features since they rarely worked the fields, toiled in hunting, or other harsh tasks. Meanwhile, the peasantry were larger wild cats like leopards and tigers whose features lacked the delicate ability of the nobility since as writing, appearing not intimidating, etc.

Since being conquered by the Elven Imperium, the differences between the two lineages has grown larger. The Mao have been bred based purely on their master’s whims from living decoration to manual labor in the cleared jungles.

Kiseo is a Máoróngrōng which is a race of feline semi-digitigrade creatures both similar and different from humans. Like humans, she stands upright at 5'7” in overall height and weighs at a reasonable 119 lbs. She has two arms, legs, torso, and longer hair upon her head. There’s also five digit hands which are made for gripping, manipulating, and more. Her eyes are in a similar position through they are slightly more slanted compared to humans, colored ember in the irises. The pupil can slit or expand depending on the light source’s intensity, ensuring she can see most of the time. Brown hair that’s slightly lighter is highlighted with yellow streaks and kept at shoulder length, often pulled back into a short fish braid. Whatever short strands that escape the braid are shooting up in a slightly spiky fashion giving the appearance of messy and unkept bangs.

Here is where the feline distinctions come in. Her ‘skin’ is actually fine yellowish brown fur covered with lanceolated, black spots much like a leopard's’ along her sides. Along her neck, mouth and inside of her limbs are lined and colored white to contrast with her outside fur. She walks on her toes with retractable claws on her both her feet and hands. There’s also cushioning pads along her palms and fingertips, while they are on her toes, ball and heel of her foot. From the tip of her tail bone are additional vertebrae which create a tail about the length of her slender torso which is hardly easy to ignore since its tip is usually swishing side to side.

Her face holds the most obvious and alien characteristics, which blend human and feline facial features together in a sharp and elegant way. The shape is slightly diamond like giving it a long and sharp appearance but reasonable width compared to Elven kind. Her nose tip is closer to her lips giving her a bit of downward curve profile with the top of the nose bridge indented less than the average human. Her ears are rounder with a white spot over each, resting at the sides of her head. However, they are able to rotate forward, up, down and a bit backwards to catch any sounds that surround them.

This is the closest representation

This isn’t her face, or hair, but the structure. For the more domestic cats they might be gentler or wild might blocker depending on the breed. However the nose, lips and forehead is pretty much the same structure.

Clothing

When Kiseo was still a slave, her garb was molest and simple due to the nature of her status. While Elven servants were given worn hand downs to reflect their position in the household, most indoor Mao were bred for living decoration and quick service skills. Like many that worked in the home, she often wore a simple wrap on her upper torso covering from her underarms to the bottom of her breasts and specially designed loin cloth that came to mid thigh. The basic materials are designed to show as much fur as possible without exposing any unwanted gender identification. Due to their long tail, the rear flap was often split in order to allow free movement. She was one of the lucky ones that didn’t have their tails severed into a bob because it was an annoyance.

The most clothing she owned was a linen shirt and simple pants without shoes. Through they are in decent condition for her status, they do have both dirt, food and other stains from her rare work in the fields and the kitchen. The fields were harsh because of the elements so the slaves, in order to make them last longer, were often given a linen shirt and pants every year to protect them. They were used in the kitchen to prevent their fur in certain places and from shedding into the prepared dishes.

Background:

Pre-Season 1

Notes: House slaves: 25 avg, due to extreme abuse while field slaves lived up to 40 avg. Dyril’s slaves lived much longer due to better care, extending their lifespan much closer to a natural life span of 60+ years.

Keep in mind, Mao age at about 1.4 faster than humans which means her bio will cover less years and one year will cover more than one when it comes to physical/mental aging.

Kiseo, like many Mao, was born into slavery. There was no pre budding commitment or love between her mother, Shinx, and the stranger that sired her. In truth, Kiseo’s knowledge of him was pretty simple: he was the one she got her coat pattern from and he was a slave of another Elven Patrician branch. The union was arranged by Hír Raton through a minor sum strictly to replenish their Mao slave stock and possibly acquire a pretty fur pattern for display. The more exotic the coat, the more like it would be admired and easily hid the abuse many slaves suffered day to day.

For the first three years, Kiseo would be blissfully ignorant of this fact like all kits of that age.

After being born in 492 AR, she was allowed to remain with her mother for about a month. This was considered unusual for most slaves since the masters often required they become useful quickly. Oddly enough, it was by Dyril’s orders that Shinx care for Kiseo rather than wean her within the week. This was likely the primary reason Kiseo was considered healthier as an infant. While Shinx cared for her child, Lini, an elder Mao, replaced her during her allowed recovery period. When the month expired, young Kiseo was passed from her mother’s arms into others to be cared for in Shinx’s absence. Not being weaned yet, she sustained on rice milk, gruel, and porridge for the next two months. Though she had about three weeks more of her mother’s milk compared to the others, the substitutes still lacked the needed nutrition for her early development and gradually slowed it. She couldn’t run until the year 493 AR, her appearance close to a very thin three year old.

Theirs lives, while mostly work, had its moments of imagination. The children’s primary responsibility was to help the too far crippled with the tiny garden outside their assigned hut, their primary source of food for meals in the summer. It was during this time, Kiseo became attached to an older kit Ferat who shared the bamboo hut with her and about ten others. Ferat was a young, leopard Mao with pretty pattern coat and a shy nature. Through she was only older by one year, she seemed very observant and began to teach this to Kiseo over time.

Limited in resources, Kiseo, Ferat, and the other kits learned to use their surroundings and imaginations to great effect. They often made a game out of the harsh realities by putting on pretend auctions or working under a ‘master’. Sticks to rocks, anything was free game for a toy in their minds. They played ‘lily pad’ (think a crude hopscotch game) to skimming rocks across the drinking ponds and created dolls or quills to draw shapes in the dirt. Throughout the day, about two minor meals with a large meal at the end of it. On holidays they enjoyed a wild fish master Raton Elian allowed them to keep from the sea, but the size was always pitiful, unable to feed all the hungry mouths in the hut. This forced a few volunteers to gave their rations, in turns, up for the younger ones.

Time changes things and as she got older, her observant nature quickly began to break through the illusion of childhood happiness. By this time, she was considered three and the overwatcher of the younger kits still naive in their lives. She began to notice a pattern that whenever a kit reached the age of four, a month later they would become absent from the group. This pattern started to bother her over time since her own fourth birthday was coming close.

The night Ferat didn’t return to the kit group, Kiseo laid wide awake in her bed. She heard the field slaves trudge in, like normal, and begin to pull the herb pail from the corner. Without thinking, Kiseo quickly twisted about in her small space on the floor as she heard a familiar voice break through the snoring. It was Ferat, sobbing, as she turned her back to the older tiger Mao. With the night version gifted to her by her race, Kiseo pressed her hands over her mouth to muffle a horrified squeak. All along the leopard patterned back were numerous scars glistening with fresh blood. Her linen shirt was shredded while the Mao began to apply a paste, crushed within his paw with a rock, then traced each vivid line causing Ferat to recoil in pain and bit upon her linen’s sleeve to stifle her cry.

Shocked by the sight, Kiseo couldn’t pull her eyes way as she drifted slowly to sleep. It was her first hint of reality, but she didn’t fully understand it.

When her fourth birthday hit, it should’ve been a day of joy and modest celebration even when forgotten dread lingered in her heart. Being a slave, hardships never hit when individuals were prepared for it. Watching the newest kits, about six, she caught sight of one of the field slaves dragging what she assumed was a sack toward the master’s property edge. It was too far to determine details, a fact she would’ve been glad for, as she went back to her own given task. Later that day, she learned the elder Mao Lini had gone from this world. It didn’t take her long to recall that scene and knew it was proof that their lives matter little to their masters and were easily replaced.

It was a month later, Kiseo braced for her future. She was quickly surprised when her mother came casually walking toward the hut and mentioned she was there to retrieve her. Since her birth, Kiseo’s interaction with her mother had always been limited to an hour once or thrice a week.

These times weren’t given by the masters, but stolen by her mother in the dead of night when Shinx stole away from the house, down to the hut and took her sleeping place beside Kiseo. While the other slaves knew it was happening, they turned a blind eye to allow the pair their peace together. It was primary by voice, thanks to numerous lullabies, that Kiseo knew her mother at all. So when Shinx requested Kiseo to follow her, naturally the chance to spend time and feed her curiosity was too good to pass up. During their walk, Kiseo learned she would be attending a Híril Dyril who would eventually become her master.

A short, cold bath in the sea cleansed her of any filth or external parasites before they made their way into the house. That bath made weekly turned out to be one of many expected requirements. At first, the tasks were small and things she could already do well. Fetching water, supplies, meals and more often left her feet blistered, sore and cracked on the pads. Even worse, she was often clipped, halted or forced to do other tasks by the rest of the household purely to delay her in serving Híril Dyril. This resulted in her being punished a few times.

While the lashings were only skin deep, Kiseo didn’t like the pain in the least and sought to avoid it. She became smarter about her paths through the household and purposely taking longer detours rather than short cuts. In order to make up the difference, she would push herself harder to speed up. While she still was considered slow, the tactic worked. Eventually Kiseo began to avoid crossing paths with Dyril’s family at all. Over the year, Kiseo learned to show her respect, awe and even loyalty toward her would be new master. Something that filled her mother with pride as it endeared the hybrid Elven toward her.

Kiseo’s fear of pain developed when she seven years old. A young adolescent, her built and height would’ve had many humans mistake her for a young ten or twelve year child, she felt sorrow as she helped Shinx pack for Dyril’s yearly exposure to the Elven affairs. Naturally, her mother would accompany the Híril to attend to her during the trip and leaving Kiseo home.

It was a mistake Dyril would later regret.

About a day after Dyril left, the current mistress of the estate, Duvainil, assigned Kiseo to the main house slaves numbers. For the three months that her master was gone, Kiseo learned what true cruelty was and why many house slaves had numerous scars. One incident stuck out in her mind: the day she was ruthlessly whipped for an accident not even her fault. Faron, the very one that killed Lini, had purposely stepped on her tail and then jerked it back without warning. Trying not to fall into any of her ‘masters’, she immediately dropped the food she was holding and crumbled to the floor, her heart racing at the torment that awaited her. Duvainil frowned deeply then ordered two servants to take her out back where she was tied up to the punishment tree by her arms. Frightened, Kiseo pleaded for forgiveness but her words fell on deaf ears. By the Aunt’s command, about sixty lashes were made across Kiseo’s back. She was left hanging there for hours until a tiger Mao named Ting pulled her down. She was then ushered back to the hut where an elder prepared the healing paste. Ting later left to inform Dyril about what had happened.

What occurred between the young mistress and her Aunt, Kiseo had never found out. All she knew was that later that day, Shinx came to retrieve her and then took her into the house. In the kitchen, Dyril was waiting patiently for the pair. When Kiseo noticed her, the child immediately hit the ground and whimpered her apologies in a desperate voice. Tears fell from her eyes while she braced for the worst. It didn’t come as Dyril leaned down and helped Kiseo to her feet, her five digit grip firm but gentle. With a simple gesture, the Mao was pulled into a chair where Dyril motioned for Shinx to clean and wrap the wounds. This would be one of a few rare, caring actions Dyril would perform during her life.

The next time was when her mother was killed and she learned how much Shinx truly meant to the half elf. Fear had tilted and raged in her heart when the news about Shinx’s absence reached them. It wasn’t like her mother as both of them knew. Without a bit of nudging, Kiseo dressed Dyril for travel then placed on her linen shirt, pants and even a hand-me-down cloak of itchy material before they left for the docks. It was an hour later when the older Mao was found.

She was discarded under the docks with her neck broken and tilted at an odd angle. Kiseo was the first to find her in the grim twilight of the dawn. The horror and sorrow to her heart over the loss broke her down immediately as she cradled the lifeless corpse.

Any other master would’ve beaten her into submission then sent her home, but Dyril lowered herself and pulled Kiseo upright. Gently, Dyril guided them both from the open area into a local back alley hidden from view. After they finally became hidden from sight, her mistress allowed her to sob uncontrollably. Her own tears covered the ones the Elf was holding inside herself. When both females had composed themselves once more, they both knew how it happened and who had done this. It was a deep motivation to Kiseo to begin to take over her mother’s duty and help pass letters between Dyril and Saeldir. Over the course of the next few years, she began to help Dyril by assisting in her research, delivering letters, and other smaller tasks for her owner. Every bit was critical toward their trip to meet the Mazeltof and across the sea.

Season 1

After a harrowing time on the sea onroute to Formaroth, they arrived in Nyhem safely at the cost of their escort ship to pirates. Upon arriving, they encountered the Magister Lanaya Dionisa who politely introduced herself and took the two on a carriage ride to their temporary residence. The mage then caught them up on events in the country, including the new High King.

Several hours later, Dyril and her encountered her master’s half sister in the main tavern room and learned of her family’s fate. They had sided with the defeated armies of Andrew, the family nearly eradicated during the onslaught. During the battle, Pearl was captured and held prisoner within Duncan’s prison in Nyhem. This explained why Aljica came here, aside from following up on what their father should’ve done if he was still alive. Dyril silently took the loss. Through most might assume she felt nothing, Kiseo knew better. This pain drove the Mao to want to the only remaining family her master had. Together, the two girls (Kiseo roped into it, through not complaining) hatched an agreement to free their imprisoned sister through no time was officially agreed upon.

Later that evening she went along with Dyril to meet the High King himself, Dyril both gaining his business and another reason to remain. The conditions were simple: she was to attempt to harvest mandrake upon Formaroth soil. It was a daring, possibly complicated vision but it would allow her to remain here for far longer than originally thought.

The next night was the riots. After sending Kiseo out on an errand, Dyril was attacked in her room and reunited with an old childhood face named Claus. Unsure what to make of the human, Kiseo hasn’t any official opinion on him. The day after the riots they learned Alicja had used them to break out Pearl far earlier than expected then needed their help to get her out of the city. This plan gave Dyril little to no warning until now.

Kiseo knew the complicated situation as well as the delicate state the trust from her master had fallen into. Through she didn’t like Alicja’s drunken companion, the Mao volunteered her assistance. It was allowed on the condition if she was caught… Dyril would deny any knowledge about her involvement. It was a heavy risk for them both.

During the night, Kiseo managed to meet and help draw away the guards while Alicja and her allies managed to escape the city. So far, Kiseo believes no one knows about her involvement. It’s something she hopes stays that way for a long time.

Skills:

• Farm Experience: Very limited, but she does know how to grow and tend to mandrakes in the fields. This is usually only to get them to sprout and keep them healthy, but if they fall ill due to disease or need harvested… she won’t be much help.
• Able to Read and Write: This is primary Elven, Mao, and quite a bit of basic human. All taught out of need, rather than by allowance, purely because she is made to write out numerous things for her master and assist in the research over Dyril’s family in the last past three years.
• Cooking: The Mao, due to her requirement to take of her mistress, has been educated to cook primary Elven dishes.
• Mending Clothing: Is an excellent seamstress when it comes to repair, altering and other basics in clothing care.
• Language: Kiseo understands the language used by Formaroth, but speaking it is another matter. This allows her to eavesdrop and spy in a fashion that most might not realize, most the information being pulled back to her master for Dyril’s own personal use later on.
• Fast Runner: Being the only slave to Dyril, an Elf of many needs, Kiseo has learned to be fast and to navigate her path in the best possible way. Through most types of terrain, through when it comes to a run of endurance, she often falls behind the more athletic humans.
  
  • Spell: Metal Skin
    
    This spell makes an individual's flesh become as hard as steel armor for a limited time, gaining resistance to non magical piercing and slashing damage.
    
    Duration: 1 hour
    Classification: Restoration
    Range: Individual
    Concentration: Yes
    Limitations: This spell requires active focus and concentration from the user, which means that any action done to cause distraction has a chance -50/50- to cancel out the effect early. This spell doesn't protect against internal wounds such as internal bleeding, broken bones and other related wounds caused by high power impacts. Included and not limited to bludgeoning weapons, crossbow bolt (won’t penetrate, but hurt) and other weapons that able to hit with the same impact force.
    
    Notes: I have a method to keep track of this during use, but a great deal of if stops or continues will depend on the scene, story and other factors.

Biological Traits

• Flexible and Agility: Being a Mao, her feline traits give her advance flexibility by allowing her to dislocate her collarbone and squeeze into tight spaces most humans can’t. However it falls short of domestic cats ability making it difficult to fit her body into anything smaller than about 1/2 her shoulder width, mainly since her clavicle isn’t free floating or she couldn’t lift anything in her arms above her head.
• Balance: With her tail, she’s got excellent balance when darting across narrow bridges or areas as well as able to twist her body about on her feet when falling from high heights (about 7 m max). The bad part… her tail can get in the way of things if she’s not watchful.
• Claws: Retractable claws are noted on her fingers and feet, but they are primarily for climbing, delicate manipulations, and minor self defense rather than any sort of decent combat weapon.
• Silent Walking: Mao, when bare foot, are silent in their walking. Unless it’s on very weak floorboards or you strain to listen, you likely won’t hear when Kiseo walks up and stands beside you. Another thing to note, her movements in her attempt to be quiet are often slow and cautious as she still can make a sound if careless. So she’s not going to be running while using this skill.
• Higher Hearing: Higher hearing than humans, her ears about to rotate and can pick up faint sounds often missed by humans. While not as high as felines, her ears still are sensitive to extremely loud sounds. An example is the clashing of swords. Any similarly loud sounds will briefly hurt her ears, causing her to flinch in discomfort, distract or make her go temporarily deaf.
• Night Vision: Kiseo has limited night vision up to twenty feet, making her nearsighted in almost complete darkness. Everything is displayed in black and white making details like color hard to determine. Anything beyond the twenty feet is a complete, unreadable blur to her and straining will not help. In addition, unexpected or warned flashes or light will temporarily blind and hurt her depending on the exposure time and harshness. So say you stick fire in her sight suddenly when her eyes are in night time form, she won’t see anything for a good minute or more until her eyes readjust from the sudden change (varies with how long).

*_{Keep in mind, I’m trying and it might not be an accurate attempt to mimic a foreign Chinese individual trying to speak broken English. However, it should get the gist across.}

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

To all Resistance members, both Future and Past, could you all fill this out hen pm it to me and the GMs? It would help me with Charles greatly and also give me a timeline for when everyone joined it and how many members we have between the timeskip and the present. If anyone wants to do an actual memory, I would be pleased to weave that with you and place it into the IC at some point when important unless it’s recent then we can work things out with the timing.

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Date of interview: Arc 1, Day ?
How did you learn of the Resistance?
Motivation to join?
Skills to add to the Resistance?
Understanding of what might happen?
Relatives to contact in worst case scenario?
Additional information?
Contact information?

Essence of the World: Flesh Reborn [Adv. Roleplay]

Questions and Answers from Players

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From Dracorex:

Vampire powers:

I know we've talked about them learning to control blood, but what does that even mean? Bloodbending A:TLA style, or....?

What else is on the table? Glamour and illusion? Shapechanging? Hypnosis/compulsions/whatever you want to call it, that ability to make some hapless human do as you bid?

Bloodbending with vampires is similar to A:TLA, but you can only manipulate the blood a vampire has consumed and stored within your stomach. You can affect certain traits of the blood, like use as a barrier, strengthen it, sharpen it and form. However, it is still blood so things that affect blood will affect it as well. Example, superheating it will cause it to evaporate since it’s still very much mostly water. Clotting agents can make it hard to manipulate or possible solidify into a useless mass, etc. I’m going to let you determine this on your own with your best judgement on each case, purely because I couldn’t literally list everything and it’s more work than I feel is needed for it.

No glamour and illusions, they seem to fit Fae more and we have mention of those in the world. Also miracle Angels use this by infusing light and air with their essence.

No Shapeshifting because feels again like a Fae and also a werewolf ability, with the later having more advanced physical abilities.

Yes to minor compulsion magic, but on a few conditions:

You can’t ask them to kill themselves.
They are still themselves when it comes to the request.
They still have free will as the spell works more to coax them into fulfilling your request than forcing them. They don’t have to comply through it might be emotionally painful to do so, like disappointing your best friend by saying no to a dangerous dare.
It has a wear off timer and has to be recasted when it runs out.

More specifically, of course, I want to know what's actually on the table for 400-year-old Matthew Stanford, who used to gorge himself on blood as a matter of course, but in the present day confines himself to donations once every two days. I'd assume any power upgrades are going to come with an increased appetite, but by how much? I can see him eventually scaling up to multiple feedings daily, with animal blood if he had to, if that's what it'd take for him to have more power on hand to tap XD.

The above abilities are a baseline and naturally gifted to vampires after turning, but we agreed that older ones would’ve gradually developed abilities outside their standard race’s baseline. Ranging into anything that a human could do. However, they still lose blood to pay the essence price for these spells. Each individual is unique in their development from their origins and might’ve brought some in from before they were turned.

We've talked before about the limits for Contempt, but to clarify: does a vampire who has given in entirely to their demonic nature still qualify for Contempt's effects by definition of having been once-human, or is there no longer anything human within them to call upon? Because I think I recall a mention that an elder vampire is practically a Hellion? And I take it the knife works on Solus XD?

After looking at your item, with Merlin, we made some clarifications while trying to keep the item’s base close to what you wanted. I think we did pretty well balancing with strengths and what we nerfed.

It’s going to be treated like super silver in a sense, which means it always damages its target. Including Hellion, Warden, or higher level Angels. However, that’s all it does with the higher level creatures. It doesn’t suppress their abilities because they were never human to begin with and it doesn’t fly trying to change them into what they never were, which I think was discussed in the main chat before. It still needs to bind to its user so Matthew is currently the only one that can use it and it will work for. Matthew’s abilities have been restored and he isn’t lowered to human level when he uses. One last effect, this item can suppress Grey Angels, Surface Demons, and unmorphed Chimeras (ones that aren’t fully formed like Solus) essence because they were once human. They are brought down to human level.

Regarding my still-in-planning angel character Taneli:

How exactly does the 'trapped in onyx' thing work?

Exactly as it sounds. An Angel is sentenced to become trapped in Onyx through a ritual, their whole being placed in suspended animation (their minds active, though it’s like thinking with an overly tired mind). The Children of Sathanus have something similar called the Bloodstone. Any Angel trapped within remains how they were when they were originally trapped, no matter how much time passes. This form of punishment is severe and held for all Angels that actively go against the Council, and refuses to heed their warnings about their actions. Their sentence can last from permanently to only a day for minor cases.

What secret could he have learned that would cause the Council to imprison him in order to keep the truth under wraps?

There is one secret that could lead in to a pretty great arc down the road and that’s the information about Black Winged Angels. They aren’t paying for past sin nor will the Whites or Greys risk becoming one of them, that’s a lie produced by the Council. In trying to uncover the truth, he could’ve been warned off by the Council then imprisoned for seeking/freeing Clairvoyants in exchange for additional information. They wouldn’t know what he learned so they imprisoned him to be safe, which he learned very little. We can work additional details when you get ready to finish him.

How does a normal angel ascend to Seraph level?

Seraphs are Angels with all their prior lifetimes unlocked making them second in power to Archangels.

Battle Angels: how does their power work? They can seal their own wounds, shut down pain signals with a thought, basically it's all manipulation of their own body in order to get through danger, correct?

Battle Angels focus on physical manipulation of their own bodies. The only thing they can’t do that is physical is literally shapeshift into another individual or too radically out of their original shape, mostly because it requires changing their biology completely and that is one limitation they can’t overcome. Angels will always be Angels. They can seal their wounds, shut down pain signals (thought they still suffer damage), manipulate their blood into acid, use their tendons like whips, create bone armor, etc. If you think you can do something with your anatomy and it feels plausible with science, example changing the PH of blood to make it more acidic, than you could likely get away with it in a Battle Angel. They also can increase their strength, speed or other attributes.

Can Tamer Angels control a vampire like Matthew? Or is it a case of whose will is stronger, or if magical backup of some kind is involved, or....?

Taming has to do with the personality and psyche of a demon, so yes one could.

There’s two ways to affect a Demon. First one is a short term, but uses lots of focus and essence to achieve. The second one is more long term, uses less essence and focus to achieve.

First Method: Compel.

Focusing on a Demon, a Tamer can send their essence through the air into it without detection. The Essence seeks out and reads through the memories, finding something to actually compel them to obey the Angel. This is usually based on the Demon’s personality and method that will work best. During the digging process, the creature can fight back against it. However the success is based on intelligence and will of target vs the Angel’s power and experience. For Players, this is a discussed matter and one they both have to agree on. Then both need need to inform the GM separately to avoid concerns.

Tamer needs to be aware of the demon and location in order to use this.
During this, the Tamer Angel is left open to attack from outside sources. To counter this, they work in teams with Battle Angels.
The range and duration varies based on the Angel’s power.

Second Method: Shock Collar.

After a Tame Angels traps a Demon, they insert their own Essence it while in the shard, which they use like a shock collar. While they can’t manipulate the outside essence, it’s still very painful to feel the essence within become hot, cold or in some way hurt them. Using this method, they can ‘tame’ the demon in order to follow their orders or behave a set way. Some Demon, like Wardens and Hellions, are much harder to control. Mostly because they can’t be caught with a normal shard but only a specially designed one or more advance device.

Longer term as the Demon still has free will and themselves, but the shock can literally cripple the Demon with just a cue from the Angel.
The range of influence on the Essence is based on the Angel’s power. Inexperienced or ill trained Tamers can lose control of their Demons should they get out of range.
Is there anything planned for the Illuminati? Because I think the King of Swords has a brother who probably might be one of their number. I haven't got any plans myself yet, just trying to set up possible interesting connections.

At this point, there’s no hard plans for them. That could change as the IC advances and things get going.

From Bartimaeus:

Limitations of Demon Regeneration

Demon Regeneration/Healing depends on the species. Some heal really heavy damage, but rather slow. Others heal rapidly but very little at a time. Some are just plain hard enough to damage, they don’t need it. With this ability, you need to figure out which type you want:

Fast healer, but low damage taker= These guys can rapidly heal shallow wounds in moments, but they can’t take wound after wound because it drains their Essence too fast. If they take enough damage, like regrowing a limb a few times, their healing ability will literally give out on them during a fight. One needs to carefully monitor their damage to ensure this doesn’t happen. (using bursts and large amounts of Essence, more drainage but faster)
High damage taker, but slow healer= These guys can take a lot of damage of various types, some even lethal as long they are able to remain alive. A snapped spine or severed arm can eventually be healed or regrown from, but it takes a long time like a month at least depending on the damage. This means any healing shouldn’t be counted on to prevent death, but after you survive and licking your wounds. (using low and steady amount of Essence, less drainage but slower)
No healer, but hard as hell to damage= Excessive tanks. Most have skin or some type of barrier that naturally prevents common damage. Some have been known to walk through fire, repel most magic, and even survive damage that otherwise would kill it. However, one thing to note… when you get past the shell, then any damage that happens heals at a human rate and might become permanent depending on the damage.

The reason I added the last section is because there are some Demons that lack either of the prior two, but still heal depending on the damage.

Each have their own strengths and weaknesses as you will note above.

From Naril:

1.) I understand Loom is a crime-filled city. To what degree does that effect everyday people? Are average people constantly afraid for their lives from random attack (mugging, carjacking, shootings, arson)?

Stockton, don’t be on the streets in a shitty neighborhood after dark.

2.) The same question but for magical assaults. Given that the magical world is, generally, secret, how much are supernaturals (or plain humans who have knowledge of the supernatural) preyed on by other supernatural creatures? Is going out after dark always an invitation for death or assault? Is it just around the full moon?

About 20%, and depends on the supernatural. All Demons need essence, so they had a variety of ways to get it that doesn’t always involve murder. Including looting freshly killed corpses, alchemy potions using plants, etc sold at the Goblin Market. Some just kill animals instead of humans for their Essence, as it comes from all living things. Usually when there’s a huge murder spree in short period, it’s player/plot related which will toss the supernatural world into a rumor mill with worry over what the aftermath means for them.

3.) How often do Creatures Of The Night go on murder sprees that have to be cleaned up or dealt with by [insert faction here]?

No more than once a month but it's more common for a single repeat offender to be a problem for extended periods of time with a decent gap between one issue to the next.

4.) Do other nations have similar bodies to the Bureau? Are their hiring practices less "join or die?"

Yes and Yes. Currently most lack detail.

4a.) Who cleans up the body, relatives, loved ones, pets, and unpaid bar tabs of people who choose "die?"

The PR branch of the Bureau

4b.) Are any of members of the Bureau themselves supernatural creatures?

Yes.

5.) If there are substances that restore Essence, where do they come from and who has access to them?

No, only rest, food and time. Use of Vessels or something like Solus chemical bath can also help.

6.) What other races are planned, if any? For example, chimerae.

Chimera. No other races at this time however we may consider player created ones.

7.) I am reasonably assured Essence and magic is about to be detailed, so I'm holding questions till later.

Look at pin within Discord Chat. ^-^ We will add a link to the OP soon.

Essence of the World: Flesh Reborn [Adv. Roleplay]

<Snipped quote by Fallenreaper>

Time travel is far too complicated for me to do it justice in writing, so I'm interested purely in physical travel.

Cost being multiplied by distance would seem to be a simple way to prevent anything far too silly from occurring.

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Character Concept: Sam, commonly known as the Planewalker (she claims to have had a much cooler name, until some bald guy stole her thunder with a series of awful movies about an unnamed transporter), is an independent contractor, plying her trade by offering the most discreet means of transportation possible...teleportation. She has few scruples regarding who her current client is, provided they follow a simple rule: "half now, half upon arrival at your destination". A big fan of her own work, Sam claims that she can get past any physical barriers or magical wards (but she is quick to mention that the greater the difficulty and haste required to complete a job, the more astronomical the price demanded for her services).

Summarized powers (sorry for the very quick notes format, but it is late and sleep beckons).

Teleportation Travel and Dimensional Doors

Freedom of Movement:
Sam is unaffected by spells that would directly hamper her freedom of movement (e.g., a spell that paralyzes would do nothing to her, but a wall of rock summoned from the earth in front of her would be a problem).

Longstrider:
Sam moves at a rapid pace, taking steps that seem far beyond her stature and moving a speed of movement one hardly expects from a human being. When fueled by sufficient qualities of tea, she hardly appears winded even after the longest and quickest of marches.

Sense of Direction:
Sam has a remarkable ability to locate objects (can sense the direction toward object/creature/person/etc., essentially think of it as a compass).

Dimensional Doors:
Sam can open or rather summon dimensional doors, allowing her to teleport distances across distances both short and long (with increasing cost as the distance or wards to a place increase). Sam jokes that she can get into the most well-guarded and well-warded of place, provided so long as the price is right.

Teleportation:
When absolutely required (usually for her own safety or that of a client), Sam can instantly transports herself and a few others over a great distance (at a great toll to herself and/or potentially someone else in her vicinity...Sam calls this person an "unwilling sacrifice"). There is a range limit to this ability however and given the rushed nature, Sam cannot guarantee that she or her party will not arrive off-target. It is possible that Sam could use this ability offensively, by teleporting a foe away from her (or worse yet, by banish the subject of her spell to another plane of existence), but given that it's much easier to simply teleport herself, Sam rarely if ever chooses to fight rather than flee.

Find the Path:
Using her magic can also discover the most direct way to a location, allowing her to plan out her routes.

Greater Teleportation:
Given time to prepare and an ample supply of arcane energy (or sacrifices), Sam can teleport herself and a few other entities across an almost limitless distance and with pinpoint precision (however this is both very tiring, expensive from an arcane point of view, and difficult...which translates to it being an option for only the most wealthy and powerful of clients).

Phase Door:
A fan of trickery, Sam can creates invisible passages through inert materials like wood or stone (and even arcane wards given time/focus) allowing for very convenient entrances or exits.

Planewalker:
Sam can project herself and her companions onto the astral planes of existence, so heaven, hell, and everywhere in between. This is useful when trying to arrive at a location without being followed or when discretion is the best choice of action (as it more often than not is for Sam).

The Ever-Shifting Room

Beyond an ancient looking door lies a mysterious room that never stays in the same place for long. In a constant state of flux, nothing about the door or the room remains the same for very long, though all who have seen past the heavy door remark that it is a lovely room, with a most tasteful decor, exceedingly comfortable furniture, and a seemingly endless supply of varied and rare sorts of tea.

A frequently reoccurring couch in the room is perpetually covered with a blanket and graced with a single pillow (rumored to be the softest in all of existence) and it can be surmised that Sam sleeps there.

Only Sam knows where this room or the door leading to it can be found at any given moment.

@Sightseer

The edits make it easy to read and thank you. I need to talk with Syn, as some of these would need some serious thought and limits applied with the more powerful ones. However, I think it's possible at least some of them are doable without too much issue.

Essence of the World: Flesh Reborn [Adv. Roleplay]

Scene 1, Minor Arc 1: Sheep’s Clothing

Location: Loom’s Slums, heading to Club Ambrosia
Time: 3 AM

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What in the hell was she doing here?

Hazel Cairns, a freelance accountant for New Century Medical, asked herself. Most of her life consisted of paperwork, sitting in a pretty little office and number crunching all day. Not wandering around so damn early in morning, looking for a Club. Especially to add a little ‘risk’ to her life. Nervously she curled one of her cropped bangs behind her ear. For a moment it wrapped about, but she knew it wouldn’t stick. It rarely did. Her hand reached to tug down her skin tight, black dress to a more modest position on her thighs. Formal office attire were her normal after all so she even wondered if she was walking in it right. She dreaded when she didn’t have the overlapping trench coat to spare her embarrassment.

Trying to not think about how much skin was exposed, the woman turned her brown eyes down to the clutched and crumbled paper in her hand. The wrinkles broke along the written lines causing them to be hard to read. She bit her lip, hesitation sliced through her confidence. Like a knife through butter.

She thought visiting Club Ambrosia might’ve been a good idea, but now she questioned her sanity. Was this risk really worth the anxiety? It was too late to turn back as she followed the street names carefully. Occasionally her eyes thought she caught sight of something shifting quietly in the shadows, the crevices holding hidden dangers. Like a living thing mocking her. Hazel swallowed her fear and pressed on. She increased her pace slightly, driven by slight discomfort, as her heel stomped into the nearest puddle. Water splashed back across her calf with a fresh chill. The rain continued to pour around her while clouds silently menaced down upon her.

When she reached another pale, illuminating lamp, she looked at her instructions again. Something wasn’t right. Hazel squinted at the poorly lite sign then frowned. Instinctively her figure turned about, and tried to retrace her steps back.

“SOMEONE HELP ME, PLEASE!”

A scream broke through the air. From the alley’s other side, a bloodied and panicked woman bolted into view. Hazel’s head jerked backwards to see the blonde stumble. Her front was covered in red, blood leaking from a wound along her neck. What remained of a blouse and slack were shredded and barely hung on her. Upon spotting Hazel, the woman managed to shout out again.

“Please, please. Help me.”

The last of her energy collected, the blonde rushed forward. Again, she crumbled just a foot from Hazel’s position and panted loudly. Her skin was pale and trembling while she held herself, the air’s chill not helping. Cautiously Hazel bent down to examine the woman. At her touch, the woman flinched then jerked. Hazel frowned, wondering if she had stumbled upon some sexually assaulted victim. Her mind recalled the recent newspaper articles where women had been mysteriously gone missing for a few days then turned up randomly. Shortly after, they fell into a coma without any medical reason causing companies like New Century Medical to spend notable amounts in finding out why.

Unable to leave the woman, Hazel kneed down to eye level, “Hey, hey. What happened?”

“I don’t… don’t know,” the woman sniffled, her arms clenched tightly about her.

Hazel was sure she wasn’t going to get anything else out of her as she pulled off her coat, then gently wrapped it about the woman. Slowly she managed to get the blond to stand on her feet. With her other hand, Hazel pulled out her cellphone. She pressed 911 with her thumb only to hear the blaring rejection of having no signal. Biting her lower lip, she snapped it back shut then pocketed it. She adjusted the blonde against her shoulder before edging toward the exit.

“We’ll get you somewhere safe-”

A deep, guttural growl echoed behind them. Both women stopped in their tracks, paralyzed by fear of the unknown. Cautiously Hazel turned her head over her shoulder to glimpse a large, biped shadow snarling from the shadows. The blonde whimpers then leaned her head into Hazel’s shoulder.

“Please, god please protect me. It found me…”

Mistakes were Made

Location: Holly’s Apartment

Time: 3 AM

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The man… or whatever he was, grinned at her. His lips curled nearly beyond his face’s limits causing her stomach to curdle. Each little tooth neatly and all too perfectly fits into place. His head tilted to the side at an odd angle as he seemed rather pleased to see her. Long arms hung unnaturally past the knees with even longer fingers narrowed into wicked claws. The pale light from Loom’s active city life slipped in through the window, shedding faint highlights across his black skin.

“My, you smell…delicious,” he…it whispered.

What unnerved Holly most was the fact he got in here undetected, not even using the door. Her eyes shifted to the left recalling where she kept her gun and coat. As if reading her intentions, the man’s grin vanished.

“Now, that’s not very nice.”

Without a second thought, Holly bolted for her gun. Her arm reached for the holster just when four long fingers wrapped around her wrist. She felt it jerked back causing her to inwardly winch from the force. The grin returned as his arm whipped backward, sending her flying across the room. Holly screamed when her back smacked into sofa’s back causing it to flip over.

Scene 2, Minor Arc 1: Sheep’s Clothing

Location: Loom’s Slums, Alleyway to Club Ambrosia

Time: 4-6 AM

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Hazel’s milky eyes stared at the far wall. Her head was bent at an angle and leaned against her shoulder, exposed by the lack of her trench coat. All color seemed to have drained from her skin giving it a grey undertone to it. Flies buzzed and crawled along her curves as they tasted her corpse. Blood clotted near the side of her dress, centered on the four jagged wounds across her side. The flesh was pushed aside to reveal pieces of organs had been torn free as more white, wiggling worms were scattered across the surface.

Essence of the World: Flesh Reborn [Adv. Roleplay]

Hello!

I'm new (but not to RPing).

If there's still space I'd like to propose writing a character focusing on the magical domain of travel.

@Sightseer

Yes there is still space, and pitch your idea's concept. Mostly because travel can range from time travel (which is off the table) to actual physical travel. As with any huge magic, the greater the distance the more power and Essence from the user or other sources is required to perform.

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

~|Hidden Threads In Thicker Plots|~

Location: Nyhem
Time: during 2 Days after the riots, After Sunset.
By: @TheDuncanMorgan & @Fallenreaper

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“What do you mean she’s gone”! Shouted Alasdair. He had only just returned from the Grand Temple to find out that Pearl Mazeltof had somehow escaped from the keep’s Dungeon. He has currently standing in the council chamber glaring at a sheepish Alenius who was averting her gaze. While it was not even vaguely her fault she still somehow felt responsible. Afterall she had been appointed to oversee the security of the keep and one of the most important prisoners had somehow just walked straight out the gate.

“My deepest apologies my lord but Pearl Mazeltof has somehow escaped from Dungeon”. Alasdair covered his face with his hands, he was in complete disbelief.

“How? How could this even of happened”? As he took his hands away he saw Alenius’s face turn to unease; he wasn’t going to like what she was about to say

“It would appear that enemy agents, likely those of House Mazeltof, entered the Keep during the riot. Probably wearing disguises so as to hide their true identity. Our guards found Pearls cell empty and the prison guards killed. It wasn’t until after the riot that we realised that she had escaped. Now she could be anywhere in the city”. Alasdair’s face lit up at the last bit of information

“In the city? Wouldn’t it be more likely that she is somewhere in the countryside by now”?

“Fortunately your grace the steel fist had all the city gates blocked during the riot. That the number of rioters plaguing the streets at the time would have made it near impossible to escape. I believe they are still hiding somewhere in the city, waiting for their opportunity to strike”. This was excellent news, there was still a chance to recapture his prisoner. He had to; Pearl Mazeltof was a valuable hostage and with her as his prisoner he could manipulate the people of Ralda to be more cooperative with their new king.

“In which case tripple of the guards at each of the exits and have them check everyone who tries to leave. In the meantime have the city watch on the lookout for Pearl Mazeltof or anyone acting suspicious”. With this Alenius bowed

“At once you grace, but would it not be safer to complete lock down the gates until Pearl is found”.

“I cannot suddenly halt the entire movement and trade of a city at such a fragile time” Alasdair said “Besides if I did that I everyone would demand answers and if they discovered that Pearl had escaped from our very own dungeons we would be humiliated. And if Ralda ever found out we no longer have a hostage...lets just say the riot’s that happened here in Nyhem will be tame by comparison”.

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Kiseo’s lith figure cautiously strolled through the once proud streets of Nyhem. Her cloak’s hood was snapped up and over her face, hiding it from sight. Her golden eyes continually alert as they scanned the morning crowds as she held a note to the king about Dyril’s situation. Mostly indicating the half-elf was still alive despite the unsavory encounter with a few rioters.

Evidence of the horrid events surrounded her. Many buildings, yesterday’s prosperous businesses or homes, were charred husks of their former selves. The streets were bustling with the working class seeking to salvage what they could from the remains.

*
Aulus was making his way through the streets of Nyhem, pushing through the soot covered scavengers as he drank from a bottle of rum he had looted during the riot. He wasn’t sure what was more surprising; the fact that Alicja Mazeltof had been in front of him for so long or the fact that she actually succeeded in rescuing her sister. Shortly after his first meeting with Ramfrey, Aulus had returned to the Inn to receive his payment. When he arrived it was not Ramfrey, but Alicja he met. They had only met once before, when Daeron invited Henry Mazeltof and his children for a feast in Coruneon. It was clear that Aulus had made something of an impression on her, as despite his new rugged and shambolic appearance she still recognised him. Through a bit of convincing Alicja was able to persuade Aulus to help her rescue Pearl, a futile effort in Aulus’s mind, but he had nothing better to do. When the riot started Aulus was able to steal armour from the city watch’s barracks giving Alicja her way into the castle. Aulus had to confess, when he watched Alicja, Ramfrey and Christain walk into the keep he was certain they were not coming back. Though against all odds they somehow got in, recused Pearl and escaped without being caught. Maybe the guards were simply distracted by the rioters, or maybe the De Reimer’s guards weren’t as competent as they would like everyone to believe.

Aulus had been tasked by Ramfrey to find Dyril and tell her what happened. Though now he had the unfortunate task of informing Ramfrey that it wouldn’t be possible. He had just learnt that Dyril was currently in the middle of the steel fist’s camp and was guarded by hundreds of mercenaries. Even if he was sober the chances of him reaching her were impossible. As Aulus continued to walk through the crowd he drunkenly bumped into a passersby.

“Sorry...sir...mam...person” he said as he drunkenly stumbled to the side, trying to regain his balance. As Aulus looked to see who he had bumped into he seemingly sobered up in shock. Though hooded, the face he was looking at was that of a cat. “How strong is this stuff”? Aulus stammered as he looked down at the bottle in his hand before rather rudely moving his face closer to that of the feline like creature, wondering whether what he was seeing was real.

Kiseo jerked when she was shoved forward. Her fur stood on end and her tail curled about her calf, quickly hidden under the swaying folds of her cloak. In one smooth, graceful moment, she turned on heel to face the culprit responsible. The hood was casted off in her hurry. It revealed the mixture of feline and human features in her face, her ears raised back slight and narrow eyes widened in fear. Her lips had curled into a barely audible warning hiss.

It took a moment before she relaxed. Her hearing caught the slurring lisp in the man’s words, his confusion confirming her overreaction. Already she could feel eyes burning into her back, namely from the guards warily debating to interfere in the abrupt scene.

Not liking the attention, Kiseo’s skin flushed slightly red. She noticed she dropped Dyril’s message to the King causing her to drop down, mumbling an apology, before she turned to take off toward Alasdair’s residence. Her right hand flipped her cloak’s hood back over her head.

Aulus was a bit taken aback when the cat faced woman hissed at him, however his attention soon shifted to the note she dropped. Despite his drunken state Aulus, saw that the letter that the feline woman had picked up was addressed to Dyril. In hindsight it made sense; Maerya had told Aulus how the Imperium kept many strange species as slaves.

“Hey”, he shouted as he staggered after her “wait up, I just want to talk to you, um...meow, purr, hiss?” he jokinging said as he tried to catch up with her.

Kiseo’s tail bristled at the statement. Her head twisted back and briefly glared at the man, finding his behavior grating on her nerves again. While she was feline in nature, her behavior was anything but animalistic and personally found the comparison painful.

“Speaking of common, I can. Not good. What you want of me?” Kiseo shot back as she continued to try to avoid the drunken man. She didn’t want or need additional attention since it wouldn’t help her avoid trouble.

“I have been sent to tell your master that our mutual friend has succeeded in rescuing their sister” Aulus whispered as he tried to guide her towards the nearest alley, making sure they weren’t overheard “However, we are having a bit of trouble getting out the city and need help” after finishing Aulus realised that Dyril might not actually of told her servant anything, for all he knew this message might mean nothing to her.

As they ducked into a nearby alley, Kiseo turned on her heel to face the man. Her eyes narrowed in indecision before she cross her arms over her front. She seemed inwardly debating on to trust the man’s words or not before she inhaled, then shot off her own inquries.

“Help? What way? Aljica send no word the plan happen yesterday.”

Aulus shrugged before responding “I don’t know what to tell you, I only joined up recently. From what I gather, Ramfrey decided the riot would be the best opportunity to break out Pearl from the keep. It appears he was right, but now that the De Reimers know about our little break out, they have increased security at the entrances, making it impossible to escape. We were hoping that maybe Dyril could use her contentions to organise some kind of distraction”.

“I do not understand how. We need a meeting to fix it, but Inn burned down.” Kiseo groan at the impatience her master’s sister allies had shown and the mess it had created. “I must talk with Dyril and think of a place to meet, sort this out… This is risky.”

“No doubts to that” Aulus said with a smile “Tell your master to meet down ‘weaver’ lane’ in the Slums, it will be safe to met there; the guards don’t even bother patrolling it given how dangerous it is” Aulus paused, realising the irony in what he just said “so… don’t bring anything valuable, and keep yourself hidden, and don’t make eye contact with anyone. I’m sure you’ll be fine...probably”.

Kiseo’s lips pressed together. Annoyance slipped over her expression as she narrowed her eyes, inwardly debated on his intentions for Dyril. The bad part, she wasn’t yet familiar enough with the city to know exactly where ‘weaver lane’ was or even the slums. She doubted it was difficult to find through. The higher class residents often kept their section of the town cleaner and less infested by homeless, filth in their eyes. With the recent fires might’ve altered that situation through, the Mao thought.

“Will try to find it. Not familiar with city enough. Time?” Kiseo asked to ensure they wouldn’t be waiting for hours on end.

“Let’s say early evening, when the sun is about to set over the city walls, less chance of being seen yet easy to blend in with the city folk going home. See you there kitty kat” Aulus finished with a smirk and a casual wave before quickly making his way out of the alley and back to Alicja.

If it wasn’t for the fact Kiseo feared retribution, she might’ve actually considered scratching out Aulus’ eyes and knocking him on his ass. Her eyes narrowed at his retreating back before she decided to wrap up her morning tasks.

~|Evening|~

Weaver’s lane was filled with the slum folk of Nyhem returning back to their shacks with whatever merger sum of money they had been able to scrounge that day. While most were just heading home to rest, a large number of people were going to the slum’s tavern, ‘The blue soup’, to drink away their days earnings. It was the only place in the slum that had any form of life. Just as Aulus had promised them, no guards were present in the lane. In fact it almost seemed that the entire slums had been abandoned by the Law. Alicja was wearing a hooded cloak to cover herself, as was Ramfrey. Alicja had spent the day tending to the wounds Pearl had endured while in prison. The fact that Pearl’s cell was better than most other prisoners spoke volumes for the brutality of Nyhem’s dungeons. She had asked Christain to look after her while she and Ramfrey met with Dyril. Originally Aulus was supposed to have joined them, however he had been so intoxicated when they left both Alicja and Ramfrey agreed it was better than he remained behind. After discovering that the Inn had been burnt down during the riot they had decided to take up refuge in an abandoned slum building that Aulus had found; though the building was run down and decrepit, it provided them with necessary shelter from both the elements, and the city watch. Though they had only been waiting for a short amount of time Alicja was getting restless; she wanted to get back and look after Pearl, Ramfrey took notice.

“Don’t worry my lady” he mumbled to her “I’m sure they will be here soon”

Right on cue, a dark cloaked figure erupted from the shadows nearby. Her feminine shape was hidden underneath the billowing folds and subtle movements, the fabric aged by outside elements. When out of sight of prying eyes, hands casually pulled away the hood to reveal a familiar face: Dyril’s. Her narrow eyes shifted from Alicja to Ramfrey. The later received a suspicious glance before her head turned to glance over her shoulder, spying Kiseo follow closely behind her.

However, the Mao didn’t remove her covering. Her golden eyes merely caught then reflected the light back, giving an eerie, watchful glow within her hood.

“Kiseo, watch for any prying eyes,” Dyril asked.

“Yes Mistress,” the Mao replied.

She bowed before she pulled back, twisting to face the way they came. Her ears, on the other hand, were twitching to catch the whole conversation. It hard to trust anyone with the circumstances.

“Now, Alicja, will you please explain the situation? I don’t understand why you risked yours and our sister’s life with such a foolish act during the riots.”

Dyril’s words held slight accurations, through she tried to temper it.

“I wish there was another way but we didn’t have much choice. The riot provided the best chance to rescue Pearl and there was no way another opportunity would arise anytime soon, if ever. I assure you I wouldn’t have done it if wasn’t absolutely certain there was no other way” Alicja said. Though she sounded regretful the truth was she felt no remorse; after seeing what had been done to Pearl her only regret was that she hadn’t rescued her sooner. “But right now we need to focus on escaping the city, before long the city watch will be searching everywhere for us and not even the slums will be safe”.

That’s the real mess, Dyril thought but held her tongue. She was finding it difficult to see the family resemblance beyond the physical traits. It was difficult to believe, with recent actions, that Alicja wouldn’t just leave Dyril and Kiseo to face the King’s wrath in favor for freedom. Irritation washed over the hybrid at the disturbing similarities between her family and this woman. Even a little pain at the lacking faith in her mingled into the mix.
“Yes, especially a plan that won’t leave us facing the King’s wrath while you escape,” Dyril’s words become an intended bard at her half sister.

Kiseo’s ears flicked at her master’s words causing her golden eyes to shift, her expression drifted between pain and sympathy toward her master. Dyril ignored it.

“Do you have idea for a plan? Route? Guards patrol locations? Where the gate locks are and how they operate?” She asked, trying to see what they had in mind already before adding to it.

Alicja was shocked at Dyril’s attitude. Did Dyril really think so little of her that she thought she would abandon her “I would never demand that you put yourself in harms way. I simply request that you help carry Pearl through the gate, she is still too weak to walk. Aulus informs us that all three of Nyhem’s gates are now heavily guarded, along with the docks. However there is a exit where the eastern wall meets the river, most people don’t even know it exists. There are only a couple of guards ever present and it seems that the city watch have forgotten to enforce it. I plan to act as a diversion so that you may escape the city”. At this Ramfrey suddenly looked around to Alicja with confusion, it was clear Alicja hadn’t told him about this.

“You can’t be serious milady. You are too important to risk yourself like this, allow me this task” Ramfrey protested. Alicja gave him a sad smile; she knew he was going to react like this.

“I cannot, you will be Pearl’s and Christain’s only protection outside Nyhem, you have served as my guardian faithfully and for that I am grateful. Now I must ask that you do the same for my sister” Alicja looked towards Dyril “and I cannot ask you or Christain to risk your lives for me, it was my decision to carry out this plan and I must be responsible for the consequences”.

“I swore to protect you milady, I cannot let you do this. I mean...you could always send Aulus…” Ramfrey mumbled, to which Alicja threw him a disapproving look.

“As Aggravating as he may be without him we would never of gotten this far, as much as I hate to admit it we are in his debt”. With this Alicja looked straight at Dyril.

“I understand the danger I am putting you in and I what I ask of you isn’t fair. So I want you to know you are free to decide not to help us, I will think no less of you if you do”.

Dyril waited until the two bickered their differences out. She was already distrustful of the two after Alicja’s stunt, despite the confusion over the hybrid’s behavior. Personally any trust between had been severely damaged at this stage, but it didn’t mean she wanted to see her half sister dead or worse. Seeming to sense her master’s agitation at the situation, Kiseo stepped in to ease it.

“Help I can. I distract and lead them away, give time to you. I not catch easy,” Kiseo stated in her broken common a bit too quickly.
Dyril looked briefly shocked by the offer, even more so seeing the Mao speak out forwardly and offer herself to the plan without consulting with her master. It caused the hybrid’s lips to subtly tighten in worry. Through the only one to notice it was Kiseo, who fought not to visibly flinch, as she stood to hear other’s comments.

Alicja was taken aback by Kiseo’s comment, she never thought the she would volunteer for such a dangerous task.

“I thank you Kiseo, but like I said I can’t risk your life for this. Besides this is my…”

“With all due respect milady” Ramfrey interrupted, “She is best suited for this task. I doubt the guardsmen would be able to keep up with her. Furthermore there is no moon tonight which means they won’t even be able to see her, given her the perfect opportunity to escape into the city”.

“But if they catch her they’ll know that Dyril…” Alicja started to protest

“If they catch any of us they will find out eventually” The torturers in Nyhem’s dungeons always got a confession out of you, no matter how strong a person you were. Though he wasn’t going to mention this,“If you want to keep Dyril safe, Kiseo is our best chance.”

Alicja paused as she thought over this.“Very well, if both Kiseo and Dyril are willing.”

Then as Ramfrey said, “This is our best chance”.

’Well, of course I’m not willing,’ Dyril spit eternally at the statement. In fact, she was personally enraged by Kiseo’s willingness to toss her life away and not consider the aftermath for her. Still the hybrid managed to keep her tongue from voicing it into the atmosphere already thick in tension and agitation.

Kiseo held back her annoyance with the situation. She already gave her approval and accepted the task, what more did these Formaroth natives need to verify that? The Mao inhaled then looked to Dyril, pleading silently for her to understand.

Feeling Kiseo’s eyes rest onto her, the half elf exhaled subtly through her nostrils. She didn’t have much choice because some bit of her accept Ramfrey’s words to be truth.

“Fine, Kiseo. If you get caught, I will not knowledge your intentions. Do you understand?”

“Mistress, yes,” Kiseo answered, forgetting she was suppose to speak in Formaroth while here. She immediately realized her mistake and quickly corrected, hoping to avoid punishment.

“Mistress, yes.”

“Better. I expect you home before morning to help me get ready,” Dyril’s tone became harsh as she turned to Alicja, her expression indifferent. For her next words, it was a challenge to hold back the strain in her voice caused by the anger she was feeling building in her,“Is there anything else I need to be aware of?”

“Nothing that I can think of” Alicja replied “I will meet you here at midnight and Aulus will guide us to the entrance” Just before Alicja turning away she glanced back before adding “Thank you again for this...sister” Alicja hesitated at the end, unsure if Dyril would appreciate her calling her as such, given her current temperament.

“You won’t be meeting me here, Kiseo will. The less I know about it, the easier it would be to simply pretend I know nothing and safer for all of us,” Dyril stated then added in a slightly softer tone. There was still traces of pain associated with it through she tried to hide them.

“Just don’t get caught and take care of yourself. I don’t want news that the King wiped out the last of our family…” With that said, Dryil signaled for Kiseo to follow her as they headed back to camp.

*

Once again Alicja had returned to weaver’s lane. This time however she had more than just Ramfrey accompanying her. Aulus had finally sobered up and was helping Christain support Pearl; while she had been slowly recovering, she still wasn’t strong enough to move on her own. Fortunately most of the people roaming the streets at this time were drunks stumbling home after a night of drinking and would mistake Pearl simply as another drunkard whose friends were helping home. They had been waiting for a little while yet there was still no sign of Kiseo.

Kiseo continually navigated through the city. Her eyes reflected the dim light giving them an eerie glow in the shadows, betraying her steady approach. Cautiously she tiptoed into weaver’s lane being obviously late. She found the alleys, streets and small paths still confusing until she finally found the right landmarks. The mao caught dark, shadows stood

Carefully, Kiseo navigated streets and once more found her way into weaver’s lane. She swore she made several wrong turns before she finally found the right landmarks. After a while, her eyes caught the grey shades of two individuals standing in the darkness as they anxiously waited.

“Sorry, late I am. Lost around streets.” Kiseo rapidly explained in common.

“No worries Kiseo, I’m just glad you're here” Alicja said as she signaled to the others, who slowly made their way towards them, making sure they didn’t walk too fast for Pearl.

“Didn’t know if you would actually come,” Aulus said as nodded to Ramfrey, gesturing to him to take over supporting Pearl for him. Once he had Aulus walked to the front of the group

“Right we need to hurry, more time we wait the higher the chance we will be caught. Follow me”

*

As they approached the edge of the city it was clear why most people didn’t know about this supposed secret entrance; the exit was little more than a small wooden door in the side of the cities walls. Two guards were on watch as Aulus predicted, though neither of them seemed a particular threat; both only armed with leather armour and basic spears. One of them was flipping a coin in the air and catching it in his hand, while the other was picking up pebbles from the pavement and throwing them into the river. It was clear it wasn’t a very exciting posting.

“You’re up kitty” Aulus said, although he sounded cheerful as he usually did, a hint of nervousness could be heard in his voice.

“Thank you for this Kiseo” Alicja said “When you return to Dyril, tell her I hope we meet again, hopefully under better circumstances” Alicja paused for a moment before adding “and tell her i’m sorry” Alicja knew Dyril had come her seeking her family, and yet all Alicja had done had put her in harm’s way. Now she was leaving her, with no idea whether she would even see her half sister again. “Are you ready”?

Kiseo hissed at Aulus’ nickname for her. Her fur bristled a moment before it settled back down, her attention shifted to Alicja.

“Yes. I forgot. This for you and Pearl. Apply once week,” Kiseo said as she twisted about.

Her claws rummaged through her hip pouch then pulled free a small salve tin, showing it to Alicja. It was infused with mandrake and restoration magic within the tallow substance. Applied weekly, it would heal nearly any scar or serious damage to wounds. Through Dyril still felt hurt, Kiseo knew her mistress would hate to see her half-sisters killed in their journey.

After Alicja took the gift, the feline humanoid bent down and snatched up a few discarded stones. A hand reached up to ensure her cloak hood would stay as she looked to the others. Already they had found their own crevices to hid in, their figures gone from sight like determined in the plan. She wound her arm back then chucked the first stone at the guard flipping the coin.

It smacked off the side of the door supporting him causing the man to jerk. His eyes turned to her figure in the dim firelight and his lips frowned. Kiseo didn’t wait very long. The next stone hit on his torso causing him to clutch his arm, anger twisted upon his expression and teeth gritted in a decision. He sntached the torch off the wall. Then his foot took a threatening step toward her.

Another rock was whipped out, this time catching him on the head causing him to step back. It seemed she pissed him off enough to decide he was going to arrest her now as he growled in frustration. Taking the hint, Kiseo bolted into the alleyway. The guard gave chase with his companion closely behind.

Her eyes lite her way through the darkness. She darted over the hidden crates, pull into hidden turns and ensured they weren’t too far behind her at all times.

After about three turns, she found herself facing a dead end. Her eyes widened in panic at her mistake. Quickly the Mao turned about to escape, but already her pursuers were closing in. They would be here in moments. Mumbling a curse under her breath, Kiseo turned to her only escape route: up.

She stepped to one end of the alleyway walls and inhaled. Bracing herself, she kicked off toward the opposite one. Her right foot found purchase as she tilted her body forward and began to run upwards. Each step of the way, her claws found niches to propel her higher. Her hand snapped onto the edge of the wall just when torch light appeared underneath her. Kiseo paused long enough to watch them scan the area, unable to find a trace of her, before giving up. They headed slowly back to their posts.

Breathing hard, Kiseo quickly vanished over the other side. When she hit the ground, she made her way back to Dyril. With her little distraction aid, the others should’ve managed to enter the door and escaped outside the walls. At least she hoped they did.

Only time would tell if they ever meet again.

Essence of the World: Flesh Reborn [Adv. Roleplay]

Shadow Craft

Vaega can draw power and create from his shadow's essence, this is the art developed and practiced intensely by his ancestors. The art of Shadow Craft allows the individual to be independent, creative, and above all, holy. A true master of this art is considered an, Ethereal. The Ethereal Mysar are holy in the sense that they are one with both their light and their shadow essence. Restriction: Mental/Physical Exhaustion

@PsyKick

While you gave more details, not enough for me to get a clear picture of what this ability does. For example, you stated he can draw power and create from his shadow's essence, but that just makes more questions.

-Does he create life? I will note creating life is a big thing and I don’t think I would approve it without a long, detailed ritual. Which for combat, is not advised and considering the limitations in control… not likely best.
-Is it a form of construct magic that uses his shadow as a base?

If so:
-What can it make and not make? Can it make simple things like walls or weapons, like spears or armor? Or are there more complicated things it can make things like guns, living golems, etc? What things can it just not achieve on its own?

-How solid are these things?

-Are they solid to the touch or more shadow like?

-Does he change in this form? I mean his physical being, is it more like a shadow or still solid?
-What does this do to his host as a long term thing or does it do nothing at all?

-If he is, is he more affected by magic in this form?

Mental/Physical Exhaustion

@PsyKick

-How much does this affect him after he uses it? Does it put him into a coma for a few hours, does he just crumble unable to think or defend himself?
-How long does it last before these effects kick in? Keep in mind, most conflicts happen for anywhere between a few seconds to under half an hour depending on the type. A minute would easily keep him safe and give you several posts (most which I guess to be about 6 seconds on average in a fight scene, give or take depending on the scene and intentions of it) for a combative scene. This is actually something I forget often myself when I was first getting into pbp roleplaying, but remembering it helps and gives me a base for how long I want an ability to last without trapping myself in a crappy situation. It can also alter over the course of the rp, with milestones in the IC and conversation with the GMs.

Telekinesis: Vaega may expand his mental consciousness and focus it toward an object, giving him the ability to control it. There are limits to how much and what he can lift, and how long. Restriction:Mental/Physical Exhaustion Limitations, Medium Proximity, Weight.

@PsyKick

-How much weight at max? There’s got to be a limit over all. Can he lift a car with it or anything lighter than a draft horse? Can he lift a 200 pound prized bull or only as little as a poodle? Be specific, please, it helps me know what he can lift and allows me to detail this in posts for hints toward things he can interact with without literally telling it OC or auto fail your attempts, disrupting flow of the scene. If I feel it’s too much, I will likely ask for it to be tailored back a bit then suggest a range.
-How far exactly? Medium proximity isn’t much to go on considering I can imagine medium proxity being the size of a football field compared to whale length being farthest or mediuming being say 16 m compared to a olympic pool size (50 m total). Think in distance for his limits. How far can his ‘mind’ reach?

Transmutation: Vaega can create objects out of necessary materials that are equivalent to the desired creation’s specifications. This can only be utilized if the materials are available, and if there is sufficient time to generate the object. Restriction: Charge, Situation Dependent

@PsyKick

-Is this limited to any item or what? This is complicated because I feel his essence couldn’t affect any magical items. So I’m going to go ahead and judge this magic only works on normal, everyday items. I might suggest you give examples how he uses it, like does he turn lead into gold? Does he shape a pin into a needle or what.
-How does mass affect this? I’m also going to ask you to consider mass/weight in this spell because I rather you didn’t turn say a needle into a car. I would suggest that you when turn an item (or things) into another thing, they have to be of pretty close mass/weight for balancing purposes. This makes it doable but also more challenging so he’s literally not changing something like Loom’s land into a sea.
-How much time does it take? Hours, minutes, or what? Specific time helps a lot. I might suggest you have the larger the object, the more time it takes it. Something like a car, if you can get that much weight/mass in one place, takes nearly an hour or two to fully complete. Feel free to rephrase this into your CS, even elaborate based on what I told you.
-Can he still multi-task while doing this or does it leave him helpless? Is it used in combat, or best outside of it? Not all abilities need to be combative able, Holly herself has most of her ‘magic/abilities’ non combative but still able to be used in the rp. Considering this and determine if it would be best as a combative or none for your purposes.

Invisibility: Bael can dissolve Vaega’s presence when he desires to, but can only do so for a few minutes. Eventually, because of Bael's limitations within the metaphysical plane of existence and sharing a body versus gaining complete control over it, he will need to give up his focus or he runs the risk of disrupting his connection with Vaega. Restriction: Short Duration, Charge.

@PsyKick

-When he moves, does it cause a wrap in light like Predator does? See Youtube vid below if you don't know Predator for example.

-How short of a duration? Recall what I said about combat lasting short periods of time usually, and use that to determine the best duration time.
-How long or number of posts for it to charge? Again, specifics.

One Organism, Two Spirits: Now that Bael’s spirit inhabits Vaega’s body, his reflexes, strength, speed, visual acuity, and overall control of the independent muscles in his body have increased dramatically. Disadvantage: Psychological; one organism has a difficult time holding two spirits, unless they can harmonize.

@PsyKick

-How much have they increased? Human x1.5, x2, x10, or what? If you’re not fully sure the exact number, give examples of exactly how much he can lift, how fast he can run, how fast is his reflexes, etc. Do some research over various speeds of things you think he might as fast, strong, etc over then use them as a base for numbers.
-Psychological: I don’t really honestly understand this one. Are you telling me that the two are completing for the body’s control, and if so… what happens? How does it become a disadvantage?

The main issues I have with your abilities is that you’re not being specific, rather you’re just adding more vague things on top of already vague descriptions. It leaves me with more questions than answers. I don’t know if you’re worried the GMs will mess with your limits enough to screw you over in the IC, because that’s not our intention. Our aims isn’t to kill your Character when we approach these limits. It’s more to force your character to depend on others or seek out others when they otherwise might not or prevent them from affecting key plot stuff if we need to. First I want to see your ideal max limits, see your own specific ideas for limits for these things, before making any changes if I need to.

Notable Belongings:

Mysar Jeweled Onyx Necklace - “Gate Key” (1 of 9): The Gate Key or Gate Key(s) are jeweled and stoned pieces, each imbued with various essences of the original Mysar. It is said to be the Key to the Gate of all Mysar knowledge, it is also said to protect those who wear for they are reinforced by all essences of the Mysar.

I suggest you insert the explanation for this from the chat into your CS. Mostly so we can locate it easier and most the important information is in one area.

@Virani I assume her abilities are human, olympic level? Aka, peak for her. If so, accepted on my end. Syn still needs to check it over, but you’re halfway there.

Glamour: Glamour is the ability of the Fae to make one thing seem like another. These things do not only look another way, in a crude way they almost are. A Fae like Redwood that hides behind glamour does not only seem smaller, he is.

@The Narrator

-Does this work on everything, or just non-living things?
-Does he have to focus to retain it or cast once, then it wears off over time?
-How long can he do that?
-Does Iron negate it?

Contracts: The Fae cannot create. This is an ability withheld for beings of divine heritage. Fae can only change things, their power comes from words and stories. This is most obvious with their ability to use contracts. A Fae use ancient contracts made with the natural by long gone Fae to make nature do their bidding. A Hedge could be asked to grow into terrible form or the ground to open up and shallow someone.

@The Narrator

-First sentence confused me, do you mean they can’t create things? I ask this because creating and establishing contracts is obviously creating something. :P
-How does a contract work?
-How is done?
-What is needed for it?
-Is it a ritual or simple handshake?
-Do both parties need to be in agreement?
-What creatures do these extend to? Just plants and animals, or does it extend to humans, Angels and other Demons as well?
-If it’s just explaining how he can control nature, are there limits based on the contracts of old? What are some of the things he can’t ask of the ‘Hedge’ to do? More clarity with this ability would be helpful for me to understand it.
-What happens when a contract is broken?

Pledges: Like in the Fairytales of old a Fae can use language and words as their weapons. Accepting a deal with a Fae is binding by their strange laws.

@The Narrator

Alright, this description can be read in various ways. Either his words actually can hurt someone (like him learning and using your name to cause pain) or he can use his words similar to Skyrim’s words of power, which means casting various types of spells. See youtube video below for one example if you’re not familiar with the reference. (I’ve so wanted to do that to Lydia a few times… trust me when I said it was hard not to.)



Could you go into a bit more detail? This would help me limit down the questions I will ask next in my second review.

WIP

"Redtree, Redtree
By your name he will bind you
Redtree, Redtree
in his world none will find you"

@The Narrator

Should likely finish this before I can accept this. :P

History:

@Naril

As I’ve mentioned before, I’m curious about her history. Namely her childhood, who made her, and why Maddy was chosen out of any possible choices. If you rather not reveal that publically, a small summary in a pm to the GMs would be nice. Mostly so we can possibly develop a NPC from her creator or other possibilities. Creating life is hard and takes a lot to do so. This means we also need to account for how he did it and make sure it doesn’t ruin the Lore established for Essence, which I can think of a few ways that wouldn’t hurt your story at all.

- You're A Wizard, Zee: Zafira has an intimate connection with the currents and movements of magic through the worlds, a result of being conjured from raw magic by Maddy's prophetic destiny. Her command over that power extends largely into the realms of channeling power for defensive magic (shields and wards) along with lightning-flavored evocations. With time and effort, she's also capable of making various enchanted gewgaws, but that process is very time and labor intensive. Though she is considerably skilled in the Art, the more power Zee channels into any particular working, the more physically and mentally taxing it is on her. She is entirely capable of blacking out from this exertion.

@Naril

-I’ve never seen the word gewgaws until now. I had to look it up… it’s good, lol.
-So would continually tossing magic exhaust her? I understand she’s a powerful mage from this ability, but I’m also trying to see what type of fighter she is and what might bring her limits close to surfacing.
-What happens when she starts to reach her limits? Does she get weak and wobbly or does the blackout start?
-How much power could her shields hold up against? Even a guess would be helpful
-With the lightning evocations, I assume she just shoots lightning from her palm or does it take on other forms, yet still classed like lightning? Like example… can she taser someone without killing them? Can she use impure water to shock someone? Can she produce enough lightning to recharge say a car battery? Can she control where it goes or does it just shoot straight?

- Hard to Kill: She isn't stronger than a run of the mill human, and she isn't faster, but Zee is absolutely tougher than it seems like she ought to be. Not that she'll be shrugging off broken bones and bullet wounds, but the machinery of her body is harder to damage than even an exceptional human. She also heals from injuries more quickly, and more completely, than her neighbors, but that's cold comfort when she's still waiting for a broken arm to knit back together.

@Naril

-Define how much faster than a human? Is is like x1.5, x2, x5 or x10, or could you use examples like it could take her a week, half a month or three weeks to heal a broken bone while it would take an average human a whole month or more to heal the same bone. Also, how more durable? I imagine she can’t literally take a car at full speed to the gut, but can she be sent through a brick wall and merely just have bruised or sprain wrist/ankle? Some examples of past injuries and their effects might help me understand her limits with this so I can give your Character some challenges without nearly killing her.

- Someone to Watch Over Me: Zee still is a guardian angel, and has found she can attune that to other people at will. That connection becomes more significant with time, but gives her a subconscious awareness of an increasing number of things about the person's life. That includes things like knowing whether someone (or something) wants to hurt them, where they might have left their keys, or whether the family curse is real. She also can take no action to harm that person, and is compelled to actively defend them if they are in genuine danger. Over a long enough span of time (years), fate will ensure she's in a position to help. This connection is voluntary, and Zee can terminate it when she wants to (for example, at the end of an engagement with a client).

@Naril

-How does she active her attunement?
-Can she attune to more than one?
-You might want to define how fate will ensure she’s in a position to help, like a few examples so we can get a sense of things for plot related reasons. It might also help other players figure out how to draw your character into their own plots in the future or presently.

- Fashion Swordward: Swords aren't exactly common fashion in the 21st century, and Zee usually doesn't actually carry hers. Instead, she summons it to her hand with a thought - provided she hasn't been caught in a magic circle, is under the effect of a drug or alcohol, or the ring she's made for this specific purpose isn't sitting on her dresser. The sword itself is similar to a European hand-and-a-half sword with a wire-wrapped hilt, balanced perfectly for her size and build. The entire weapon is adorned with bright silver design work, which is mostly decorative. It can be taken by others (Zee can only dismiss it if she's holding it), destroyed, and damaged, and is not normally a holy weapon.

@Naril

-You mentioned mostly decorative. This caught my eyes and if you’ve got secrets you don’t want to reveal on the public CS, please pm them on the site to the GMs. This way we can be aware of them and players can’t accuse you of adding something to your CS, that wasn’t there originally. I originally assumed the non decorative are why she can teleport it into her hands, but I could be wrong. This is why I mentioned the bits above.

- Foci: Some of Zee's jewelry are also potent foci for the kind of magic she's most proficient at. This includes charms to make shields easier to project, a complicated bracelet on her right wrist and palm for guiding lightning bolts from her hands, in addition to a pair of earrings that help not leave her concussed and deaf from the thunderclap. She can still do magic without them, but it's much, much more taxing. These objects were specially created by her over a period of weeks or months, and she does not have spares.

@Naril

How many does she have exactly? I have ideas with this… >3

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Alright, Syn still needs to look through the CS for one last skim through. However, I covered the heavy stuff on my end and should help you with edits. IF you’re confused or need more information, don’t be afraid ask questions, for information, etc. I’ll help the best I can.