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Gowi's Character Log: Archived Concepts

“My only purpose is to avenge my father.”

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NAME

Namikaze Fukushu

ALIAS

Fuku, Purple Head

GENDER

Female

AGE

11

ORIGIN

Konohagakure

RANK

Genin

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APPEARANCE

Standing at four foot seven, Fukushu is pretty average for a girl of her age in height and stature. She has flowing purple hair that is most often strewn through a simple ponytail, and prefers practicality of appearance over superfluous exuberance— a preference that originates from her serious demeanor.

PERSONALITY & MOTIVATIONS

Fukushu was born as a daughter of vengeance, as a tool for Konohagakure. By all accords Fukushu has been raised with illogical ideals, abrasive ambitions, cynical assertions, and hateful pride; all traits that are surprising within the soul of a child of twelve years. These facts can all be traced back to one simple thing: her name. Fukushu is not masculine, feminine, or androgynous, it is a word that is literally translated to a terminology that has defined her before she even took her first step— vengeance. A sad reality of the time she was named and her mother’s own cynical outlook on life created the shadow that Fukushu would soon follow.

Beyond her given name, Fukushu’s mother also was quite vocal in raising her daughter in-between ANBU operations. Fukushu was told that she was expected to be greater than all of the shinobi of her generation; that her destiny was to bring down the murderer who killed her father and his immediate kin, removing the curse that followed her father’s clan for generations. Disheartening and overbearing as it was, Fukushu understood what her mother told her as she slowly began molding the weight of responsibility into an ambitious dedication as she trained meticulously even before her admission into the Konohagakure Academy. It was here that Fukushu’s perspective seemed to only distance herself from her friends and extended family; a sentiment Fukushu viewed as abandonment and turned towards abrasive spite as a response of this distance as she refused to ever believe it was her fault. Fukushu wrote it off with confidence, though she began to wonder what was wrong with her that others couldn’t support her and understand what she was doing was right. In time, the world became more and more lonely and she began to lash out at others and wither into a personality of hatred, aggression, envy, desperation, and abrasiveness.

But within Fukushu is a girl that is crying and trying to reach out despite her abrasive appearance; for she is only standoffish because she has had little loyalty, generosity, or kindness in her life considering she has only had duty and expectations brought upon her. For those that create a bond with Fukushu there is the possibility that she could connect to them in time and that her tactless comments, childish taunts, and icy demeanor could fade as she truly finds people she feels at home with— people she trusts. But for the moment, Fukushu is as is because she is hard to interact with and impossible to relate to as per other student’s beliefs.

CLAN HISTORY

A rough or detailed recent history of your dynastic clan. For world-building.

PERSONAL HISTORY

The daughter of Namikaze Ayano and Lee Tetsuya, Fukushu was destined to have many burdens upon her shoulders. Nearing the end of the war, tragedy occurred shortly after Fukushu’s inception—her father’s death. So it was here that Fukushu’s mother became unmarried, alone, and enraged by the villains who took the man she loved from her. Out of anger and hatred she looked to the birth of her daughter as an opportunity and subsequently named the child after her internal emotions that she desired: revenge.

Fukushu was raised solely by her mother and had a childhood where a large shadow loomed over her as her mother threw out expectations of a design towards her daughter; a daughter who saw these expectation and meeting them as the only way to satisfy her mother and as a byproduct earn her affection. So it was here that Fukushu dedicated herself with every fiber of her being to meeting her mother’s overbearing perfectionist demands. Whether it was a simple errand or a grueling challenge there would be no doubt in Fukushu’s mind that she would obtain it until success—failure was never an option. A fact that Fukushu in time was entirely unrealistic upon meeting some of her peers; some of which excelling far above her. A fact that nearly shattered her world view. But she carried on as she entered the Konohagakure Academy and dedicated herself, even at a young age, to the art of a shinobi. There was no room for other hobbies in her life; a sentiment that would have social consequences as some of her friends began to distance themselves from her.

Her time in the academy continued to bode poorly for her socially, though Fukushu tried to appear that it she cared not for such things. There was no room in her life for friends who couldn’t understand her or see why her ambitions were just.

INFLUENCE & RELATIONS

Immediate Family

Lee Tetsuya: Despite never knowing her father, the shadow of who he was and his inevitable fate is something Fukushu has thought on since she was effectively old enough to comprehend such things. Her mother, Ayano, named her Fukushu as a notation of her purpose— to avenge Lee Tetsuya no matter what it takes and how hard it may seem to achieve. Fukushu was never told much about Tetsuya’s personality so she has a rather minimalistic perspective in earnest about him; she doesn’t know or even realize Tetsuya was an optimistic practitioner of the “will of fire” nor does she know he was a person who would’ve never endorsed his daughter becoming his avenger.

Namikaze Ayano: Fukushu’s relationship with her mother is… difficult. Having been told that she was a “shinobi of vengeance” and held the sole responsibility of being the best of her shinobi generation have had a devastating impact on Fukushu’s ideals and mindset— and by extension that of her relationship with the woman who brought her to life. As a result, Fukushu takes a lot after her mother’s demeanor and believes her tasks are normal expectations to be asked of her despite them being contrary to that fact. Fukushu likes to think her mother cares for her but sometimes she wonders if she’s nothing more than a tool in her mother’s arsenal.

Extended Family

Lee Keiru:

Namikaze Kazuhiko:

Namikaze Haruka:

Namikaze Yoshiharu:

Peers

Hyuga Mitsuko:

Matsudaira Kiri: In terms of physical conditioning and taijutsu, Fukushu considerings Kiri as her rival— though she is hardly as sardonic to her as she is to Uchiha Tensai. She respects the work Kiri puts in and finds her as “good competition”, though she ultimately is also seen as another benchmark to meet.

Murakumo Mikoto:

Uchiha Tensai: In Fukushu’s mind there is only one way to describe Uchiha Tensai— the enemy. Told by her mother that she is a lesser shinobi if she is outdone by a bastard and effectively not living up to her purpose, Fukushu has since Tensai bested her the first time considered him her eternal rival and nemesis; only second to the man who killed her father, Kurai Heishi. She continues to mock, insult, and antagonize Tensai at every turn. Additionally, taking into account that all of his accolades are “accidents” per her perspective and not products of hard work it deepens her animosity by the tenfold. Tensai has attempted to be kind and respectful, but it has not changed Fukushu’s actions or perspective.

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CHAKRA NATURE

Water

SPECIAL TRAITS

Chakra Control: Fukushu was taught the importance of chakra control when she was old enough to comprehend it by her mother, Ayano, who educated her informally alongside Fukushu’s studies at the shinobi academy. By the time the genin exams were issued to academy students she had been trained to utilize it with little issue, though she could easily be outclassed by those who are naturally gifted with controlling their chakra.

Physical Conditioning: Fukushu’s upbringing was particularly harsh and expectations led her to prioritize pushing herself physically and mentally over social interactions and normal tasks. This physical conditioning was done with no mentor or instructor, but rather observation of training regiments of local taijutsu specialists and pushing herself through relentless physical tasks such as timed runs around the village or dynamic exercises. Despite this conditioning Fukushu is not nearly as defined as contemporaries in her own age group such as Matsudaira Kiri. A fact that has driven Fukushu to try harder in recent weeks.

Sign Memorization: The most important skill for an aspiring shinobi is memorization of the twelve chakra hand seals otherwise known as “hand signs” by the less astute. For Fukushu, it is her memorization of these seals that are her greatest asset even considering her above-average chakra control and independent conditioning of her body.

FOCUS & SKILLS

Taijutsu: Fukushu has observed the experts of taijutsu in Konohagakure for many years; a fact that has resulted in Fukushu’s aptitude within the form. Despite the difficulties she originally had during the final year of her time at the shinobi academy she has pieced together techniques that borrow from the Senju Clan’s (and by extension the Lee Clan) school of taijutsu. This can be seen in her usage of techniques such as Cherry Blossom Impact—though Fukushu has a habit of overextending herself and burning more chakra than is necessary for the technique.

Ninjutsu: Taking her mother’s comments and challenges to heart, Fukushu understands that ninjutsu is important not just for a shinobi but for a Namikaze. Whilst she has not unlocked or learned any of the clan’s surreptitious techniques or attributes (such as space-time ninjutsu) she has taken to heart the concept that her taijutsu should be just as good as her ninjutsu. In learning about her water nature chakra, Fukushu has found herself able to utilize the water clone technique before leaving the academy—a feat that even Hatake Toshiro stated was impressive. Fukushu intends to expand her elemental ninjutsu as a genin.

EQUIPMENT & INVENTORY

Fukushu is not an item specialist, so she generally is limited to her generic shinobi tools and supplements such as minor scrolls and salves. Her education in item development was limited, but it is a skill she has interest in expanding more given it was one of the harder things to comprehend given her limited intelligence regarding the subject. But until then she will have a few kunai, shuriken, smoke bombs, and Wakizashi in her kit alone.

JUTSU

S Rank

N/A

A Rank

N/A

B Rank

N/A

C Rank

Skill #1
Dancing Leaf Shadow
Water Clone Technique

D Rank

Leaf Whirlwind
Shuriken Manipulation Technique
Temporary Paralysis Technique

E Rank

Academy Techniques

B!tchfest: a healthy release for our non-roleplay annoyances.

Free speech? Because what is that even? Thanks for wasting everyone's time, asshole.

Contrary to popular belief, you actually do not have that on message boards nor does freedom of expression mean freedom of saying things without consequences.

B!tchfest: a healthy release for our non-roleplay annoyances.

Well I sure hope it’s a type of apple I enjoy, heh. But no, it wasn’t Tsukune— I informed the moderation staff of the situation because the toxicity as well as the lack of class and civility made me make a judgement call; and not simply because of some mean words “triggered” me. Your rhetoric is what made me inform them and I’m not afraid to publicly say that. Whatever approach and conclusion the moderation staff comes to make is on them and I support them 100% but we should remember the forerunning rule of the site is to act appropriately and with a sense of tact.

Not quite being “fonz cool” by my definition.

But it’s whatever, if that doesn’t fit your framework I’m still going to stand up for my justifications and ethical ideology.

Gowi's Prebuilding Workshop

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Redemption: The Shadows of Esarion is a collaborative story inspired by several mediums within the dark fantasy genre such as Momodora, Demon Souls, Hexen, Akame ga Kill, Claymore, and Beserk. The idea came to me when I was bouncing creative ideas for a new project with my roommate; who, at the time, was playing through the Souls series in anticipation for the newest entry to the series. The idea is that prospective players will take the role of a rebirthed individual who are known due to this reincarnation as “redeemers”, a term that applies to the fact that they are supposed to redeem humanity and bring light back from the depths of the darkness. But such redemption is hardly a simple task considering the state of the world— a world that much like Dark Souls is one swallowed in misery and ruin.

The level of the setting is one that is centrally medieval with some variations to formula for creative options. When the characters awake they will find themselves face down in the dirt, gasping for air as their body is reawakened and regenerated by strange magic. They will be together in their confusion as there will be little people left in the world that they find themselves in that will be helpful, hopeful, or sympathetic— for this is a game that has been repeated several times. The rebirth of old heroes has happened for so long and with no “redemption” for the world following that they don’t see any reason to care. They choose to accept their reality. But if this is reality, why did the gods reawaken others? A valid question for many.

Player Characters are lost upon their rebirth: entering a world with no answers to where they are, when they are, and who they are. They may have a name, they may have some brief thoughts on what they did; but they do not have any comprehensive knowledge or wisdom beyond that fact. Outside of retaining their skills and talents, characters will also be reborn with a power that is reflective of them; but their access to it will be brief no matter the level of power existing from within. These abilities are called the “gift of rebirth” and are unique to those who have been brought back— but it also means their soul is far more valuable this time around considering it has been imbued with divine energy. Evil men, monsters, demons, and spirits will sense this and try to harvest it for their own gain.

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It has been several hundreds of years since The Fall of Iliandur and the great horrors were unleashed from the gates of the once great capital of the greatest Empire that humankind had ever achieved. In that time the world has tried to persevere in spite of the horrors of the damned and forsaken; putting forth all of their efforts to survive in a broken existence that has now finally reached the farthest corners of what was once the Empire’s borders which has finally forced the hand of several of the other species of life on Esarion to finally admit that the threat of the horrors from “The Hollows” are not simply the problem of humankind. But after three hundred years of sorrow, plague, and death who can believe that this realization is not one reached at too late of a time?

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The Dwarven Dominion — The Dwarves of the Northern Expanse have several holds in the various mountains in the northlands, but above all of them stands Heimat as the mightiest, strongest, and largest— thus it comes to no surprise that Heimat is seen as the fundamental centerpiece of their entire hierarchy. The Dwarven Dominion remains resilient as the brunt of the horrors of “The Hollows” begin to assault their holdings. The Dwarves who consider themselves citizens of their Dominion are often believed to be largely confident that they can outlast and outfight the demons, undead, and abominations that wish them harm. They couldn’t be more wrong. The Dwarven Dominion is led by its Patriarch, Thradin I Ironheart.

Gorgon – Prior to the calamity that destroyed Iliandur, the Human Kingdom of Gorgon was one of the only human monarchies that persisted outside the influence of The Imperium of Iliandur; a defiance enforced by their difficult to invade borders and unique geography. In recent times, Gorgon persisted to aid the efforts of holy orders in fighting back abominations until King Iaronis I Blackwater was betrayed by his brother-in-law, Turias Balladar. With the people of Gorgon under a new regime and the abominations peering into their swamp only getting worse it is a mystery if peace will truly ever come. Gorgon is led by its King, Turias I Balladar.

Gnomarius – The Gnomes of Esarion are from the hills and rivers of the Northern Expanse, placing themselves as the “last line” of civilizations before grass turns into frost. The capital of Gnomarius, Magnus, sits upon a hill on the island of Gnosus as one of the most prestigious and advanced citadel’s in the known world and a beacon of high society. In the face of the horrors possibly reaching them the Gnomes have exponentially increased their studies to find a more efficient way of dealing with them pouring their resources into prospects in hope that they will not end up like humankind. Gnomarius is led by its King, Arkimedes III Pathos.

Halfhaven Syndicate – A mercantile guild that has gained traction in the last three centuries and also the only tangible faction that represents Halflings on a large scale. Zealots have branded the guild as a criminal syndicate of immoral opportunists whilst others have rejected the notion entirely. While those bearing the influence of the guild never offer anything for free or against their benefit it is difficult to completely label them as criminals. The Halfhaven Syndicate is led by its leader, Gwyn “Ravenhook” Creux.

Iliandur – The remnants of Iliandur have attempted to stay in power and assure what little people it can protect that it will do so diligently but for what was once the apex of humankind is now a shambles of what it once was with little resources and manpower to achieve much of anything. Settled in what was once a backwater rural keep is now colloquially known as “Haven”— the last respite of the old imperial monarchy. Iliandur or Haven is led by its “King”, Indaxas IV Badal.

Lyr – The Elves of Esarion have always been distant from the other races, but following the calamity that struck the world they realized their suspicions of other races and fears of what they could bring to the world correct. Horrified by the monstrosities plaguing the lands so near to them they erected a elaborate magical barriers upon their forests, citadels, and temples to protect themselves from any incursion into their territory. Becoming more isolationist however will not protect the elves forever. Lyr is led by its Elven Queen, Idrayne Taranau.

The Divine Flame – Of what remains of Iliandur, some say the Theocratic Domain of The Order of the Divine Flame has humankind’s best interests at heart. Centered around the oldest remaining occupied human temple, the Paladins of Helstar and Aegis seek to protect and avenge humankind. The Order is led by its leader, Lothar “Lightbringer” Drox.

The Orc Tribes –

Xir – What was once the domain of the most prestigious magical education for humankind is now a magocratic state trying to figure out the best solution to the “demon” problem. Magical practitioners of all beliefs, alignment, ethics, and morals have come together to protect their academy as well as end the horrors of “The Hollows” once and for all. Xir is led by its Archon, Aleandra Orphant.

Calling All Jedi and Sith!

I might retrofit Talija as a rescuer to see if that angle is more fun or not. Undecided though.

Wild and Free

Oddly in the mood for some High Noon shenanigans, not sure if you’re still lookin’ for folks or not. But I could work on something. Here's a WIP:

WIP: Elijah Thrapp

E L I J A H T H R A P P

_{“Ain’t about money or fame, it’s about what’s right; if you don’t understand that you’re just heartless.”}

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Elijah Matthew Thrapp

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Colonel

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53

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Male

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Detroit, Michigan

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“Dark as a Dungeon”

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Soldier of the United States Army (1846-1865)
Bounty Hunter (1866- )

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Elijah Thrapp is tired and he knows it— a lifetime of war, conflict, and strife has pushed him to his limits.

There was once a time where Elijah shed his morality for the righteous pursuit of the country, times where he was eager to shed the blood of foreign neighbors, fellow countrymen, and ostracized natives; a time he has been running from since he fired his last bullet in uniform in 1865 during the last year of the American Civil War— but that time is no more. As part of his oath to himself and god, Elijah has changed morally and ethically even in spite of his occupation as a bounty hunter; and that fact is no hoax. But being a morally-inclined bounty hunter is no easy task and definitely does not come with its hurdles and challenges. Said challenges have been many in the last sixteen years ranging from dealing with people who have laughed in his face at his “born again” ideologies and taunted the tide of unease that lies underneath. Elijah would never lie and say that his tolerance for the morally insolvent is low and his actions have shown that the unrelenting storm that is his anger and hate still remains underneath the surface. With the right words, actions, and an alcoholic suggestion Elijah would willingly shed his tolerant humility to punish the wicked and ill-mannered.

_{T R A I T S & Q U I R K S}

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Alcoholic: Due to the horrors he’s done and seen as well as other mitigating factors Elijah has developed a fondness for “coping” and the means through it is rye whiskey.

Elijah Knows Best: As someone who has lived over five decades and experienced life at its worst and best, Elijah can understandably act with a degree of pompous pretension such as believing he knows best and speaking out on it with recollections of his experiences and how they apply to a situation. Some find it interesting, but most find it annoying.

Gardener: Whilst Elijah would hardly call himself a botanist or herbalist, there is a certain efficacy in knowing which plants in a forest are harmful and which are beneficial. His knowledge in this part helped him through certain wilderness situations during the American Civil War and he has continued to practice these skills.

High Road: Elijah has a particular code of conduct and serves by a lifestyle that wealth is secondary to ethics and morality. This can be manipulated earnestly by grifters and other huckster-type individuals as it is clear that Elijah would give his hard won earnings to feed someone in need even if it does a disservice to his own self being.

Retired Military: As a well-seasoned veteran of the Mexican-American War, Navajo Wars, the American Civil War, and the Yavapai Wars there is little issue to claim that Elijah has a lot of ghosts looming over him. With the harrowing experiences behind him there comes some good with it— reputation, perspective, and experience. While he may not be as fast on the draw as others he most certainly is just as accurate and deadly if not moreso.

_{W E A P O N O F C H O I C E}

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Winchester Model 1873
Colt Single Action Army

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Elijah’s current steed is a middle-aged black-furred Rocky Mountain Horse with a white mane by the name of Abraham.

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A normal man would’ve shed his guns after all of their experiences painting them as a savage and immoral warmonger but by the time Elijah had come to a resolution about himself it was far too late to hang up his guns. Elijah had been too old to learn a new profession after a trend of violence serving his nation in earnest and realized his options to redeem himself and follow a new path were limited. There were private agencies like the Pinkerton’s who had rose to prominence that required the service of a professional soldier, but then there were sheriff’s and marshal’s who were trying to keep the wild frontier under control. Elijah admittedly wasn’t sure what the right path was but he knew that running under the shadow of the government or a private force like the Pinkerton’s would not be the way to continue living especially after he had made an oath to himself and god that he would somehow right the wrongs he had enacted over the last twenty or so years. Thus the answer came to him to be led by no one but himself; so he became a defacto bounty hunter and hireling that would only go where he was needed. A motto represented his life thereon— “have gun, will travel”.

So he traveled.

Gowi's Character Log: Archived Concepts

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Fantasy Seven [Seven Deadly Sins RP]

Pretty sure Envy's got you beat when her marketable skills end at 'Justice'.

THE UNDYING CRUSADE

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A F A R E N E

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You must reconsider your stance on the damned and the undying, for there is no one I know more fit to show the world that the survivors of New Anur are prepared to reveal their unwavering courage to confront the spectres of our forebears. For if we leave the problem exclusively to humankind and others we would be committing treason against our moral and ethical responsibility to not the world but ourselves. You are one of the last members of our generation’s Saethydd— I implore you to begin showing that you have not forgotten what the word Saethydd means.

A wry smile formed on the side of the grey elf’s face, her cool cerulean eyes looking over the parchment that contained her brother’s letter; a letter that she had re-read an amount of times that had by this point been lost to her memory. Afarene Taranau felt the unease in the camp, ‘the calm before the storm’ as the human expression went and looking over her brother’s correspondence had just been an additional remainder about the sheer amount of weight that she was about to willingly take on. The damned and undying, eternally forsaken, and that of which posed a threat beyond the trappings of race, class, or faith; a threat that everyone had spent almost forty years fighting and one that Afarene had tried the hardest to ignore and avoid due to its connection with the death of not only thousands upon thousands of innocent elven people, but especially so for the loss of her mother, whom there was no individual she idolized more. But her brother was eloquent, charismatic, and most of all correct in his assertions. As far as she thought about it, she actually hated how right he was; for if he wasn’t then she could’ve accepted the world’s fate until the undying would consume them all.

So here she was, at the Greater Cardinal War Camp on the eve of an effort that was as foolish as it was hopeless attempting to ignore that fact— but her brother had convinced her of its worth so maybe it wasn’t as hopeless and foolish as she believed.

I doubt it, but there is little point to turning back now.

From her placement in her tent in the back row of the north-side of the encampment, Afarene took a heavy breath as she made sure her equipment was all on-hand. She wasn’t sure why she was being so meticulous about it when she knew that everything was as it had been the previous night and the night before it; but perilous anxiety was rarely sensible and this was no exception. Her hand moved forward to the trinket that hung from her neck, holding it between her fingers to give some sort of ease to the anxious alacrity that she felt; an old affect made of elven craftsmanship that her mother had given her when she graduated to the role of a Saethydd a few years before the Fall of New Anur. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make her at ease— it was one of the few items that could. As she did such she could feel her emotions dull for a moment and released it as she grabbed a nearby cloak in a rucksack on the ground and threw it over her armor and clothes that were on her back, pulling the hood up to obscure herself. With her quiver, bow, swords, and pack all sorted upon her person it was time to leave her tent and get to her commanding agent of this whole “blessed crusade”, Duchess Aina Stormsparrow.

“O deued dydd pan fo awelon, Duw yn chwytu eto dros ein herwau gwyw.” She muttered underneath her breath, a passage of words from the elven language and more specifically the spoken word of faith— a prayer.

‘Bring the day when God's breeze blows again over our withering acres.’

THE UNDYING CRUSADE

Afarene Taranau

A F A R E N E

_{“Most of all, trust yourself.”}

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Afarene Taranau

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Much like her mother had in her lifetime, Afarene exhibits an appearance that is not short of a confident defiance alongside the natural appealing look of the high elves of Aith Anur; this extends to the boldness of her fiery strands of red hair that is said to be accented well by her almost icy eyes. But Afarene’s strength does not solely persist within her elvish glares and conventional appearance— this also holds true in her athletic build that has its share of scars that tell the story of a woman that has survived for a long time and done so with resilience. Ultimately, standing at five foot four places Afarene at a height that is shorter than the tallest of her kind but comfortably remains among the median average; some could consider her on the shorter end of height ranges, but she doesn’t think much of the fact.

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Grey Elf

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Lyriel, Elven Goddess of Life

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In these dark times it certainly is hard to look forward with hope, faith, and courage— a fact that is abundantly clear within the spirit of Afarene Taranau. With the weight of the cataclysm of Aith Anur two hundred and fifty-one years ago and the cataclysm of New Anur fifty-one years ago it isn’t all that surprising that Afarene’s personality has been forged as it has. But Afarene has not been a overcautious cynic for the entirety of her life as it was in her childhood that her disposition was the polar opposite with great reserves of faith in the gods and hope for the future despite the calamity that had marked a great stain upon the souls of her species. Afarene looks back at such emotions as naïve with the knowledge she holds now although she covets them with much secretive nostalgia. After all, with the world exponentially at risk of the dead consuming it who wouldn’t dream of the days when things didn’t feel as bleak?

Of course, Afarene is not defined simply by her nostalgic thoughts and cynical mainstays. Perhaps taking after the fiery resolve and tenacity of her mother it can be said that while Afarene is a cynic she is a temperamental and prideful cynic. Labelled by humankind with terms such as brazen, brash, impulsive, irrational, impudent, and petulant if there is one key trait brought out by her personality it is her ability to allow her emotions rule her mind. Seen as unorthodox by her fellow Grey Elf cousins, unpredictable by her Human acquaintances, and entertaining by her Dwarven patrons it is clear that Afarene doesn’t have entirely conventional elven mannerisms; a fact that has distanced her at times with feelings that she is alien to the world at large. But such feelings of distance is often reined in by her sense of elven pride and confidence which forges a trait also like her mother’s own— defiance.

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Masterful
Archery

Skilled
Swordplay
Athletics

Adept
Survival
Brawling

Novice
Riding
Arcane Magic

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Elven Ranger — In high elven culture, the Saethydd were the wardens of the elven vanguard and served as rangers of the highest respects; as the terminology is archaic it is also apt to describe Afarene. The young Grey Elf comes from a line of Saethydd or “Elven Rangers” as humankind has described them and was put through similar training as her mother, Idryane, had.

Nomad — When New Anur fell it was a time where Afarene was just leaving adolescence and arriving at early adulthood thus the impact of the cataclysmic event was great. For many years she would take to traveling further away from what was left of the center of her culture thus it was here that Afarene was introduced not only to humankind but also of the comfortability in many subcultures and environments where she would form few long-lasting friendships.

Perceptive — Afarene has in the past been described as being astute and perceptive even among her own kind; a sort of effect of her upbringing as a Saethydd. This extends to her agile sort of unarmed fighting that the elves called Agorpalf (roughly translated to “Open Palm”) where perception and reflex is required over strength and vigor.

Survivalist — Afarene feels comfortable in all forms of woodland and frontier areas. Knowing what flowers are toxic or beneficial as well as how to find the right path to a herd of animals or bandits, Afarene is a born ranger and due to her longevity as a product of her race has an extensive knowledge of several forests upon the continent she was raised upon. If there is a branch unturned that she isn’t familiar with it would be a surprise to her.

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Afarene Taranau was born in New Anur in the year of 1088 to two survivors of Aith Anur, Idryane, and an unknown father.

As a grey elf, Afarene’s childhood was essentially a mundane existence that lasted for a hundred years. Much like other children of survivors of the old civilization of Aith Anur, the history of the elves was important for Afarene to learn, especially in the shadow of what could be the genocide of the high elves as not only a civilization and culture but as a people. Her mother taught Afarene poetry, history, religion, philosophy, and song alongside her martial training as hope that Afarene would do the same when it came time to continue their line. It would be with diligence that Afarene took to this education with eagerness and passion; part of which was due to her idolization of her mother whom effectively raised herself and her twin brother, Gwydion, without the presence of their father whom she refused to name.

Following in her mother’s footsteps, Afarene took up the training to become a Saethydd within the confines of New Anur’s domain; a pursuit that even with the support and aid of her mother’s own hand in her training that would take many years to achieve. As she worked forward in this manner her brother decided to take a different approach as he worked to aspire for not one goal in his life but two— to study under the finest elven magi and become a student under them, and work towards becoming an emissary of the grey elves towards the other races as he viewed that without peaceful union that conflict would soon to arise as New Anur slowly expanded upon the northern reaches of the continent. Whilst both of the siblings were competent in magecraft, it would be Gwydion who would realize it beyond the trappings of “latent talent”; two different children with different aspirations. Aspirations they would reach in time.

The principal moment in Afarene’s life that changed it was the loss of all she had left as not only a grey elf but as a daughter. In the year of 1211, the shadows of the sins of their ancestors revealed themselves to the world when the gates of the shining coffin swung open and the damned began to consume as well as destroy. She had been on the far reaches of what could be considered the territory of New Anur when the full force of the dead reached her people and by extension her mother as well. New Anur could not be saved from her hands alone, though at times the longing of a wish that she had perished alongside her mother would cross her heart would persist; an insufferable feeling. But she had to survive and utilizing her skills as a Saethydd she continued to do so as she pushed away from where New Anur’s territory once was as other survivors did just the same. This elven exodus was not seen favorably by the other races as humankind, dwarves, and others painted it as the “elven curse” that they had unleashed upon the world due to their own foolish hubris. Afarene had not been responsible for the existence of the Undying but in the years to come she would hear it in abundance.

For the years that followed, Afarene pushed further south into Northern Melfic as a means to survive; a place she would soon realize was the next apparent victim of the horde of undead that had destroyed New Anur only months prior. Such events would become known as The War of Ruin and Afarene found herself an unwilling participant in several conflicts as she moved from place to place within the northern stretches of the human kingdom. It was here that her nomadic sort of wayward lifestyle began to form as she began to realize that it was impossible to settle down back into a solitary area especially with the inevitable threat of the undead ever so present. As a Saethydd she was comfortable in the frontier hills and forests of the continent so it was there she would travel and survive; far away from northern Melfic.

Between the years of 1219 and 1246, Afarene had garnered a little bit of a reputation in various regions and communities despite racial prejudice often rearing its head. These long twenty-seven years of surviving, persevering, and pushing had grown her into a fine survivalist as well as marksman as she dealt with the rising degree of crime spurned on from the undead calamity that defined all of the races of the continent’s existence. To summarize all of her effective experiences over this course would be difficult considering the active ventures she found herself being involved with to not only keep herself sustainable and survive, but out of her moral need to live up to the memory of her mother despite her cynical ideologies Afarene had formed following the calamity that was the Fall of New Anur. Many times in the frontiers of Melfic and Naul Rahn she had been accosted by smallfolk and highborn alike— worried barons plagued by bandits, merchants needing passage through wilderness plagued by undead or criminals, peasant livelihoods at risk by dangerous dire beasts and monsters, and many other such events seemed to be the life that Afarene would now live and had to contend with quite actively. But with the peril of a potential genocide reaped by the Undying such exponential growth of conflict, paranoia, and crime the people growing restless is anything but inane.

But it was not to be forever.

But eventually Afarene’s nomadic existence seemed to settle down, somehow, when she found herself in the employ and service of Lord Tel Janin Silverblood, a situation that was effectively extended following her help in a situation pertinent to him in the year of 1246— sixteen years ago. For some reason Afarene found service a possible change where she didn’t have to force herself to push onward from forest to forest and village to village; even as an elf she didn’t want to admit the constance of the last twenty-seven years was wearing on her spirit. As it came to be, she reluctantly accepted, though she was unsure what her role in human nobility was to be given her particular skillset and race.

In the present day, several months ago after over five decades of putting distance between her and her past, Afarene found herself forced to engage with it when the appearance of a letter from her brother came into her hands. Gwydion had evidently become an emissary just as he aspired to in his youth despite it being under different circumstances. This letter urged her to join the effort to effective aide the Stalwart Alliance as he had and work with Duchess Aina Stormsparrow in bringing a final end and bringing peace to the ghosts of Aith Anur before it becomes too late. Reluctantly, Afarene considered the responsibilities she has relatively been trying to ignore and asks herself one question: What would her mother, Idryane Taranau do in the same scenario?

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Thymestl — Afarene’s elven shortbow that has been known in elven history as a significant item that has generally been held in the hands of iconic and mythic elven heroes. It is a resilient and enduring bow that is masterfully crafted as can be expected by the high elves of Aith Anur and is said to be exceptionally lightweight as it is strong. However, Thymestl’s significance to Afarene is not in its iconic or legendary status but rather that it is one of the only things she has left following her mother’s passing a century ago.

Elven Twinblades — Also in Afarene’s inventory is a twin set of elven curved blades fashioned to serve as short swords; they are her only serviceable conventional melee weapons.

Afarene’s Armor — The last notable piece of Afarene’s equipment is her armor, a magically enchanted set of tough leather and cloth to protect any suitable ranger in combat situations yet light enough to allow the wearer to be more lithe and agile in the field. However, unlike Afarene’s twin daggers and bow the armor is not of elven make or design falling into more particular fashions of humankind.

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Outside of her weapons and armor, the tools, coinpurse, trinkets, and affects within her disposal are quite small. As a survivalist and ranger she has the tools of a fletcher and hunter, the clothes on her back, and basic rations alongside camping affects such as flint and steel.