FernStone

Mirroring Worlds, Reflecting Possibilities

I think my posts are actually half decent xD I was worried I might write something that was terrible and didn't move at all forward

Altaea: The Age of Revolution -=]- Late Middle Ages - Early Renaissance Fantasy Story -[=-

It certainly does :) I try but end up getting frustrated xD

Yay! Very exciting

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

Whoo hoo its up! Very excited... But also nervous cause its way more intense than any roleplay I've done in a while and way more people than I've roleplayed with in like years

This is my save post for my three charas :) Most are still WIP

Proof I read stuff

A bad peace is worse than a good war
When I go more than ten miles out of the city, the love and loyalty of friends comes to an end
All citizens must place the common good before the private good

Daedhel

Daedhel
Dae for short
Born Daelynn Gabrielle L'Fevre

Age: 22
Race: Human
Nationality: Valanian
Allegiance: Mostly herself, Sort of Prince Lucius, Ivalis (Somewhat)
Religion: Augures

Appearance: Standing at only 5' Daedhel is really quite a short woman, something which she often works to her advantage. Her height often means she is overlooked or brushed off as harmless. Something she certainly is not. This also makes her look younger than she is; she looks around twenty two at most. She is very lithe, with wiry muscles that give her a certain strength. She is very slender and light on her feet, able to move silently with relative ease. It is what she specialises in. She is quite light, what weight she has from raw muscles. Though she doesn't look intimidating she is one to fear. Her slim body has quite well defined curves. Not quite an hourglass figure, but near enough. And these she uses to her advantage. Her eyes play a variety of emotions, an icy blue in colour with grey hints. Her slender face is just as emotional and vivid in her depictions. Mostly fake, however. She rarely shows her real feelings. Her hair falls down past her mid back, rather long and curling at the ends. It is predominantly a light brown in colour, a mixed colour with blond highlights here and there. She will tie it back out of the way if needed but most often keeps it in a loose ponytail or just free. She has fair, soft skin. She does have scars here and there but they are not necessarily noticeable. Daedhel often wears tight, fitting clothes; both for practical reasons and to show off her body. She rarely wears something loose and flappy, like a cloak, or something completely covering.

Profession: Assassin

Biography: Born Daelynn L'Fevre, eldest daughter and child in a prominent noble Valanian family. Her parents were incredibly loyal to the royalty and rather important meaning they had many connections and Dae grew up at the top of society. She was around eight when Sarife attacked. Her family stood strong beside the Le Crosse royalty and as a result were murdered upon the annexation of Valania into Sarife. Dae was the only one to escape, her parents and two younger brothers all slaughtered. Desperate and with little options she hid as best as she could until by a stroke of luck she managed to board a ship to Ivalis. It was here that she, eight and now an orphan, took upon the name Daedhel. With a hatred for Sarife and its people now growing inside of her Dae managed to earn a place training to be an assassin with some of the best in the country. She trained for years, learning quickly and having a natural skill in generally getting around unseen and, well, killing people. Upon the completion of her training and now a fully fledged assassin Dae didn't spend much time in the actual job before serving in the Ivalian Intelligence Rings. After this Dae went on to work more for herself, taking on offers and contracts from whoever offered the most at the time while pursuing leads towards more personal goals. While infiltrating a cabal while pursuing one of these leads, trying to find those who murdered her family, she got a little too confident and she made a massive mistake meaning her cover was completely blown and she had to get out as fast as possible. She was completely trapped by Nezam warriors, in a situation where even her skills as an assassin couldn't get her out. It was only with the help of Lucius, who was in the vicinity, that she managed to escape. This fact irritated her quite a bit. Since then she has made sure not to do something so stupid as become complacent or over confident, as it was her arrogance and lack of practice that led to the situation. She has been travelling about a lot, meeting Lucius on several other occasions, continuing to quite happily take up jobs killing people for money. Her travels have taken her to most of the nations, with Ivalis definitely remaining her favourite. She has only recently decided to return to Valania, following certain leads that are connected to personal problems and vendettas and quite happy to pick up a few assassinations that in no way aid Sarife.

Notable skills/abilities: Lying, Using Knives, Poisons, Assassination, Seduction, Acting, Getting Around Silently and Unseen, Hiding, Acrobatic, Dexterity, Climbing, Manipulation/Subterfuge, Thievery, Knowledge of Urban Environment, Killing People, Improvised Use of Unknown Weapons, Unarmed Combat, Cunning

Other Notes: Has a general hatred towards Sarife and all those from that nation.
Appears emotionless and cold, quite enjoying killing.
Has been trying to hunt down those who killed her family ever since the event.

General Appearance/Feel
Minus elf ears xP

Ashradar

Ashradar Rahani
Ash for short

Age: 30
Race: Human
Nationality: Sarifen
Allegiance: Ghazi Isfendiyar Bayqara Korkud
Religion: Zendricaanism

Appearance: Ashradar stands just above average in height, not quite the tallest around but tall enough. While his build is not necessarily bulky his muscles are quite obvious and he is well toned and visibly quite physically fit. His eyes are a dark and intense brown colour which are often lit up. His face has quite harsh and sharp angles and is relatively small though not all that bad to look at. His skin is a relatively dark golden colour. His hair is a very dark brown, cut short enough so it is not a nuisance but not completely shaved off. It is unevenly cut with some strands shorter than others. This isn't really something that bothers him. Ash wears relatively simple clothes when not on duty but is more often found in a light armour.

Profession: Member of Ghazi Korkud's Retinue

Biography: Born in the town of Bilecik, Ashradar enjoyed quite a joyful childhood, family situated at the higher spectrum of the common class. His father was a guard and supplemented this with hunter were possible, having a brilliant skill as an archer. Ash spent a lot of his time as a young child practicing archery and working on his fighting skills with his younger brothers. He got on well with his siblings especially his older sister, who he would often spend time with, and the brother just one year younger. He was always a kind hearted boy and cared a surprising amount about people he didn't even know. Ash's goal was always to become like his father and as a result he practiced with a makeshift bow day and night. He spent a lot of time improving his aim with whatever he could, even if it was just throwing rocks at birds. He tried to make his own bow, which failed multiple times, and treasured the times when his father would take him out and let him use his. Ash had a natural talent for this.
Ash had only just turned fifteen when he lost his father. As a guard the man was involved in the combat that occurred within the city walls after the battle between Korkud and Barlas Shah. It was said that he was killed by his fellow guards 'accidentally' during the chaos of the battle. With the loss of the only earner in the family it fell upon Ashradar, as the oldest son, to support them all. Times were hard. Ash worked from day to night doing whatever he could to get just enough to feed his family, with the help of his mother and older sister doing odd jobs, and spent all of his free time practicing with the bow that had been his father's. It only took a few weeks for Ashradar to, very reluctantly, sign up and join the city guard. He was one of the group of guards near the outer gates on the night of Korkud's escape and pledged his loyalty to the man. Managing to bid a farewell to his family, promising that he would return and when he did things would get better, Ash became part of Korkud's small warband. For fifteen years he has remained loyal even though he disagrees with some of Korkud's actions. Ash is not one for unnecessary cruelty. While he is not the best with a sword he's great with a gun, and almost unbeaten at archery.

Notable skills/abilities: Archery, Battle Tactics, Map Reading, Survival in Combat, Horse Riding, Archery on a Horse, Marksmanship, Friendliness (Great at getting allies), Diplomacy, Inspiring Others, Making Speeches, Leadership, Empathy

Other Notes: Quite conflicted over killing others and the methods of his leader - he disagrees with unnecessary cruelty.

General Appearance/Feel

Corisande

Corisande Khavad
Goes by Corin

Age: 17
Race: Human
Nationality: Mixed Sarifen and Valanian
Allegiance: The Blacksmith she trains under, Sarife
Religion: Zendricaanism

Appearance: Around average height, maybe slightly smaller, at first appearance it is quite obvious why Corisande is often mistaken for a boy. She is very scrawny and thin from a lifetime of poor eating, mostly skin and bones. However she is beginning to develop strength in her arms from her work. She is very flat with a general lack of curves that makes it quite easy for her to disguise herself as a boy. It is quite an advantage in her situation. Corisande's hair is inky black. It is short and scruffy, with strands often falling in front of her eyes and often just getting in the way. Her skin is a reasonably dark gold in colour, rather even throughout and often covered in a layer of soot or dirt. She has hazel eyes, slightly more green than they are brown. The clothes at Corisande wears are quite loose and scruffy and she does what she can to hide and flatten the slight curves that she has.

Profession: Apprentice Blacksmith

Biography: Corisande is the daughter of a farmer who worked on the land of a lord in exchange for food and a home. She grew up on a small village right at the edge of the border between Valania and Sarife on the Sarife side. Corisande was not the only child of mixed heritage in the village as its location resulted in a reasonable amount of mixing through the generations. Corisande is slightly more Sarifen than she is Valanian, with a mostly Sarifen father and a mother who is about half and half. One in six children she spent most of her time in the background, not something she really minded. Food was scarce and only grew scarcer through the years with her father having to work harder and harder to get them just enough to survive. Still with this six went to four in Corisande's life time, with one birth and three deaths in the family. Most of her time was spent helping her mother and slightly older sister cook (if they had food) or sew or clean, learning how to do jobs for women. However she always got on better with her brothers and other boys, loving to fight with them or play some kind of violent game over talking with the other girls in the village. It was something her father always disapproved of but never stopped her from doing. As she grew into womanhood, even if she didn't exactly look like one, the topic of marriage was considered more and more. Her father hoped to secure some more land or a month's worth of food at the very least from whoever she married. This was the last thing Corisande wanted in life. At the age of fourteen she ran away. It took her days to reach the nearest city, which happened to be in Valania, and it was here she stopped, hoping to find some kind of life. She had grown up hearing tales of how brilliant it was in the larger, more civilised areas were not everyone worked as farmers. It turned out that these stories were far from true. Ending up living on the street she had to quickly learn how to fight just to get fed as she had little skills in thievery and she had now wish to lower herself to begin. It was here her boyish appearance did her a favour and she avoiding certain attentions that she could have gained if found out to be a female. Still, she got by and learned to survive on the streets and quickly became decent enough at rather dirty fighting even with her lack of strength. It was partly due to her quick mind, intelligence and inventiveness that she got by. After over a year of barely scraping by on the streets Corisande happened to come across a blacksmith looking for an apprentice. Though she had little skill in her area she somehow managed to convince the man to take her on, partly due to her intelligence and ability to learn. Realising that he mistook her for a boy Corisande made the decision to go by Corin. Though she has been an apprentice for a while she is still very careful about keeping up her disguise as it is unlikely that a girl would be allowed to become a blacksmith.

Notable skills/abilities: Survival, Intelligent, Quick Learner, Blacksmithing, Inventing, Weapon Making, Disguise, Problem Solving, Mathematics (Natural Ability with Numbers), Imagination, Innovative/A Visionary (sort of a skill I guess), Ambidextrous, Good Manual Dexterity, Street Fighting

Other Notes: Illiterate (probably common but something that has always frustrated her so I thought it would be worth noting).
While she quickly learned how to survive on the streets she still doesn't have the best knowledge on cities, and just how different it is to the town she grew up in

General Appearance/Feel

Altaea: The Age of Revolution -=]- Late Middle Ages - Early Renaissance Fantasy Story -[=-

Awesome! I'll make sure I have quite the stock for when we start ;) Very excited... So much so I was considering drawing character pictures. Then I remembered my inability to draw faces, and to draw realistic pictures

Altaea: The Age of Revolution -=]- Late Middle Ages - Early Renaissance Fantasy Story -[=-

Quite looking forward to when you get the OOC up :) Been working on all my characters a bit - None of them have fully completed backgrounds yet xD Dae is probably closest when it comes to knowing what I actually want to write. But yup it will feel all official when the OOC is up

Frozen Soul, Blazing Heart {FernStone & AgniSpirit}

Yeah xD I mean its easy to get the mixed up I do it all the time

Frozen Soul, Blazing Heart {FernStone & AgniSpirit}

Brilliant. Just brilliant.

The last thing Ikhari wanted was to show some Fire nation diplomat around. Of course her father had waited until that morning to notify of what were to be her new duties in serving her tribe. It didn't matter what she thought. She did not want to be forced to spend time with whoever this was to make sure his stay was as easy as possible. She did not like the fire nation and with it the people. While she was sure that they were going into a new era of peace and had change with the new Fire Lord she still wanted to minimise her contact with any people from that nation. Especially fire benders. She had lost her mother during the same attack that had caused her tribe to lose their princess. She had a reason to not like firebenders.

But here she was standing in wait for the ship to arrive with her father and a few other advisers. The chief of the tribe himself was not there as he was busy with other, supposedly more important things. The diplomat would get to meet him later. A lot of the other citizens had gathered to watch as the gates were opened to allow the ship in. It was odd, really, as for most the last time they had seen a fire nation ship was when the city was attacked. Now here they were welcoming one in as to attempt so the fire nation could rebuild its relationships with the other nations. Ikhari watched with narrowed blue eyes as she folded her arms. It was quite a cold day, colder than normal, but the thick fur coat she wore offered a reasonable protection against that. And anyway she was used to the cold so it didn't bother her all that much.

"You must treat the diplomat politely," her father turned to her with a frown. "But with a certain amount of caution. I would not trust him."

"Of course, father," Ikhari replied with a nod. She didn't know why her father was telling her that. She knew to be polite. She was always polite and had spent most of her life restraining the slightly more rebellious side of her nature to be the perfect woman. Thankfully the sexism within the tribe was beginning to change, but it was only starting. At least she could now properly learn martial waterbending. Before it had been forbidden and, well, she had taught herself most of what she knew in that area. Healing was great but it wasn't the same.

There was a certain sense of dread growing inside her as the ship approached. Soon enough whoever was on it would be disembarking and she would meet the person she was going to have to spend a lot of time with in the upcoming weeks.

Frozen Soul, Blazing Heart {FernStone & AgniSpirit}

Dairy overload from the cheesy title! xD

The title is actually fine... not that cheesy ;)

Edit: BTW you got the Northern and Southern water tribes mixed up :P Its northern, not southern (admittedly I had to look it up to check...)

Mirroring Worlds, Reflecting Possibilities

Synnove nodded, throwing her rubbish in the bin and following right behind Nax. It was quite a relief to know she wasn't going to have to spend the rest of the day here undoubtedly stuck in an office depending on what her next task would be. She had far better things she could be doing. She would probably spend part of the day working working on the two current personal projects she had at home. Maybe do a little bit of hacking. That was always fun and there was a certain thrill to it. Maybe that was the fact that it was illegal and, well, all the security and leaving no traces posed a certain challenge. She enjoyed challenges.

She was more than glad that Nax was dealing with telling her supervisor, rather than her having to do it. She didn't much like the guy and, well, she didn't want to mess things up. Nax was much better at these things. And anyway he was above her supervisor so that was a distinct advantage. Ah, how great it was to be with friends high up in the company. Although the fact she was so low was mostly her fault. The department change was partly responsible and she had turned down quite a few promotions when working in electrical. So yeah it was her fault. She just wished she had a better supervisor.

"Freedom!" Syn dramatically threw out her arms as they left the building and entered the outside world, full of life and people going about their daily business. Everything was so well organised in this part and it was all a bit disconcerting. The efficiency with which everything moved was something to behold really. Her gaze moved to the earpieces blinking in everyone's ears and she couldn't stop certain thoughts taking place in her mind. What would happen if someone managed to hack into them all? She doubted it was possible but it could cause some kind of catastrophe. Those earpieces contained everything and controlled everything. That kind of power... Nope, she was not even going to consider it. "Park sounds good," she smiled. "It will be nice to go somewhere quiet."

Though she rarely went to the park Syn did enjoy time spent there. She glanced around as they reached it, gaze zoning in on a bench nearby. She instantly headed for this and sat down. "Nax, I think you might have gotten your body parts mixed up. As far as I'm aware a leg has nothing to do with walking and shouldn't cause someone to hobble around if they lack it," she smirked at him. "Believe me, I know, I lived without one before I got this. Anyway the damned thing normally malfunctions without any help from me. Problem with prototypes, eh?" She laughed, pulling out a whole bunch of tools and working on getting back movement in her fingers. "So, what did you have that meant you so desperately wanted out of work? General boredom? I mean all that analysing must get really frustrating after a while."

A frustrated noise left her lips after the questions she asked as she tried to move her mechanical right hand, covered by a leather glove, and failed. "Stupid arm..." she muttered, continuing to work. "I'm quite glad to get out of there actually. The stupid manager of my team had me doing all the planning. You know when the last time I got to do practical engineering was? At least a week ago. And the rest of the team isn't really any good at it! They're all new, starting out in their career thinking they're so amazing. At least half have some kind of connection. I'm sick of hearing about their uncle who helped discover the secret to teleportation, or their cousin twice removed who helped with the creation of the earpieces. They all look down on me as well cause I'm older than them by a few years older than them but the same level of job. Its not like I care, they have barely any skill and I doubt they could do half the things I can, but it is so annoying. Almost makes me regret moving from general electrical into laser tech." She scowled. "Don't even get me started on the team manager. He's just the same, really, sure he's so much better because he's a bit younger and my superior. And I really was beginning to get stir crazy in that office!" Seemingly finished with her rant she gave a few frustrated twists of the wires she was trying to reconnect due to accidentally knocking them out of place.The work she had been doing while getting annoyed about the people she worked with had only served to make the problem with her arm worse. "Whoops..."



Gulping down the last of his coffee Keir allowed himself to check his phone, which was on silent, for any reply messages. A smile crossed his lips as he read Emmy's message and with the knowledge that she was coming over he returned to his studies. He was going to finish the notes for this section before she came, because after that he knew he wouldn't get anything done at all. He had regained earlier energy now that he had something to look forward to. If he could just finish these notes then everything would be perfect and he would be able to fully relax when Emmy came over. Not that she'd give him even a moment to think about work or chemistry.

Keir was on his last sentence as the knock sounded through his flat and he quickly finished it before jumping up and hurrying to the door. "Oh I don't know, Mrs Abney maybe? I was always suspicious of her... She's obviously been learning the secret knock." He laughed lightly as he unlocked the door, opening it to let Emmy in. "Good morning! You're looking as fashionable as always." He smiled warmly as he ushered her in, shutting the door behind her. It was obvious that the amount of time he had spent on clothes was quite the opposite of the time she spent. He had just thrown on whatever was nearest, which happened to be a scruffy pair of jeans, plain black t-shirt and hoody that all looked like they had been worn for more than a few days in a row. Appearances weren't really a concern when studying. "Want anything to eat? Tea, coffee? I think I have biscuits somewhere... I really need to buy some more food, I'm running out of the basics."

He wasn't actually sure when he had last left his flat. His brain was a bit blurry at the moment and his memory wasn't really working. Maybe getting up early to study hadn't been the best idea. He did have an important practical coming up soon, and a whole ton of tests and exams. If he didn't study he wouldn't do well and then he wouldn't get the degree needed! That was not something he wanted to happen. He needed to get a good job at the end of this. And unfortunately jobs in chemistry were not actually all that common at the moment. At least his parents had supported him through university. With the amount of work he was doing having any kind of job would have been difficult. Not to mention how stressed he got the closer exams drew.

"How has your day been so far?" Keir had entered the kitchen area, rummaging about in the cupboards in an attempt to find something edible that wasn't bread or some kind of tinned food. He eventually managed to find an unopened packet of biscuits that were actually in date. Well that would have to do. "If I remember correctly you had an ADR session, right?" He tried to know what Emmy was doing and when. After all it was nice to know if she was doing well or not in her career. And it certainly seemed to be going well. "When do I get to see the film? Because that would certainly give me something to look forward to." He headed into the living room and sat himself on the couch, biscuits placed on the small table in the middle of the room.

After sitting he picked up his acoustic guitar, which sat in its case beside the sofa, and absent mindedly began to pluck the string. He wasn't really thinking about what he was doing and the notes barely had any form to them. There was the slightest hint of a song in its rawest form peeking through but just barely. He hadn't even meant to pick up his guitar in the first place and it had really just been an automatic reaction to being in such close vicinity to it. He hadn't played any of his instruments in a while and he missed that. He'd definitely have to play the piano and violin sometime later to make sure he didn't get rusty. Even if he wasn't going to make a career out of it music was still his favourite hobby and he didn't want to lose any of the skill he had in it.

Mirroring Worlds, Reflecting Possibilities

Yeah, and I think it works quite well for now because then each time we can reply with both characters and such. For now, while they are in these pairs, that is

I'll have a reply up some time today :)