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From The Light Darkness Rises: A Medieval Roleplay

Oh I think there's a bit of miscommunication, Deedlith knows Erandur and Elendil aren't siblings.

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Would anyone be interested in starting a new scenario with Avery? I feel like its a bit late to insert her into the situation now.

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Gosh and here I am, GMT+9:30.

Oh and my skype is fornication-nation (I think) if y'all wanna add me.

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Oh what's going on heeeeereeee? I've missed a bit it seems.

Can I just ask what everyone's timezones are?

From The Light Darkness Rises: A Medieval Roleplay

Hey hey don't look at me.

From The Light Darkness Rises: A Medieval Roleplay

"Suit yourself," Areia shrugged, rising from the floor. She downed the drink in a single gulp and surveyed the room behind her. Such a mundane concoction was probably too mundane for the paladin anyway. Kyoto had declared that he was going to keep watch while the rest of the group slept, so Areia stepped around the sleeping mats and went to join him, sitting cross-legged by his side. Going to sleep was out of the question at this point. She was flooded with energy and couldn't keep herself from tapping the cold ground impatiently with her fingers.

"Gargoyles eh? Ugly things, aren't they," the redhead asked the samurai, looking at the strangely shaped stone figures. They were immaculately detailed, but the seemingly inescapable glare they held sent chills down Areia's spine. Why they were placed in an underground chamber, she was unsure. They looked out of place even, because as far as she knew a gargoyle's purpose was to ward off of frighten unwanted visitors, not the people inside. But she didn't care. It clearly bothered Kyoto more than it did her.

She cocked her head towards the samurai's weapon which shone from the light of the fire when she looked at it from the right angle. "It's a beautiful blade, by the way," she added, shifting positions on the floor.

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Deedlith watched as another elf proclaiming himself as Erandur approached her and Elendil, informing her of his clan. "Of course I have heard of your family and Lady Emeraude but my knowledge of her is limited. If the both of your futures were promising according to her word then I am interested in seeing your prowess in battle. I expect nothing less than great, of course," she replied, standing from her seat and extending her hand towards him. Elven steel was more commonly used for armour rather than weapons where she came from. Deedlith was curious as to how he fought, presumably with far more grace and tactics than her human companion.

"Deedlith, of House Araviel. My father, Voranil is the head of our clan. Our family is not as well heard-of as you Silvermoons, although we've had our glories from era to era," the elf told them, smiling. "And this is Peon." She pointed to the owl perched on her shoulder, who she had awoken as she stood.

"It is good to see another ranger here, I'm sure there's much we can learn from eachother, if you are interested." Deedlith looked at Elendil, who had smirked at his brother's eagerness to show her the fine sword.

The elf turned to see a woman clad in somewhat ninja-like clothing approach them and greet her with a foreign hello. "Ryoko? You are friends with Kyoto, am I right in thinking so?" She asked, extending her neck slightly and referring to the samurai a distance away from them. "And the pleasure is all mine," she smiled, bowing her own head slightly.

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threedawg said
That's a great profile, approved! I have two questions (just out of interest, your character is definitely approved):1. Where exactly is Avery from? Was this slave ring being operated in America?2. When Avery burnt the house down by accident, was everyone inside killed? Approximately how many people would that be?

1. Yes it would have been operated in America but where, that's unspecified. It can't have been too far away from the academy since Avery had no money.

2. It is assumed so. It would have been around 60 people. Avery also assumes her parents are dead as her mother was extremely ill and her father most likely spent all the money on alcohol.

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I'm not very good at writing character histories so don't judge. :P

Name: Avery Vanderwalt

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Gender: Female

Age: 19

Height: 5'10

Weight: light.

Appearance

Head: Shoulder blade-length, thin ash blonde hair that is usually tied in a messy bun atop her head. Loose strands of hair fall to the sides of her face, framing high cheekbones and an angled chin. She occasionally wears a thin black headband to keep the loose strands from flying about. Her eyes don't have one set colour, rather a mix between green, brown and grey speckles.

Torso: Avery has a very slight, lithe frame and considers herself as underweight. She has a thin waistline and little cleavage and keeps it covered under a black leather jacket. A zip runs from the top to the bottom, allowing her to leave the collar, which stops just below her chin, folded down. Underneath she wears a plain white, slim-fitting tank top and a silver necklace with a small cross at the end.

Arms: Her fingers are long and thin, her right hand gloved in brown fire-proof material. On the underside of her left wrist the numbers "53" are tattooed in navy blue. The numbers are also located in the centre of the small of her back and her left ankle.

Legs: Avery wears black skinny jeans on her lean legs and brown lace-up boots that reach halfway between her feet and knees.

Personality: Avery has a seemingly rather hard exterior as she's untrustworthy and a bit jaded and broken. She speaks little, often only when spoken to, yet longs for conversation. She acts more openly to those she's been around and feels more comfortable with, which is a rare occurrence in her life. Her solitary façade makes her appear often vulnerable, although she is quite the opposite.

History: Avery was an only child, living with her parents on a small farm, plagued by dying animals and crops. She grew up there until she was 15, working her fingers to the bone everyday with nothing more than half a meal a day, the rest going to her alcoholic father and bedridden mother. By winter of Avery's fifteenth year, a large snowstorm enveloped the farm in a sheet of white snow, killing off the last of their crops and livestock. Her father was forced to take her into the market with their last treasured possessions in order to make some small coin to last them through the season. There, Avery caught the eye of a rich and proud land-owner who offered to buy her for a hefty sum of money, to which Avery's father immediately agreed.

Avery discovered that this particular man owned a large estate where he collected women like trophies - the estate the cabinet. Upon her arrival, the man had the numbers "53" burned on several parts of her body with a hot iron, representing that she was the 53rd woman to be owned by him. He repeatedly abused the girl for three years, all the while her abilities manifesting within her. Three years passed and Avery came to the decision to take action to free herself from her tribulations by taking a dagger to her captor's throat. Days steeped themselves in night as Avery plotted her attack until the perfect moment came. She crept into his room as he slept, surrounded by beautiful women that threw themselves at him. She pointed a blade at his neck, preparing herself. Instead of a quick and clean kill, fire engulfed her right hand and launched itself from her fingertips, burning the flesh to a bright red. The knife fell to the ground, red and orange flames licking the walls and colouring it with soot. Clutching her hand, Avery ran out of the estate and watched the impressive building collapse into a blackened rubble. As she lay on the grass in the front garden beneath the star-ridden sky, a sudden cooling sensation flooded her bloody hand. Her left hand had become a pale blueish colour and was emitting a strange aura, despite that the hand itself didn't feel as cold as it looked. At the same time, the flesh on her burnt hand began to crawl back into position, although the wound did not completely heal. Energy shot through Avery and she got up, realising that she was one of them. She was a Wanderer and didn't belong in the pathetic life of a mundane. The girl fled, relocating herself to the renowned home of the Wanderers. The Academy.

There, Avery began to hone her abilities over the next 6 months in solitude, away from the presence of others who might distract her. She adopted the one glove to protect herself from the fire of her own abilities. She became agile and a difficult target, alongside her highly-ranked abilities, her extraordinary prowess unknown to her fellow classmates.

Powers:
Primary - Black Magic (Ice + Fire)
Secondary - White Magic

Guild: Black Mage

Theme: MisterWives - Reflections (Milkman remix)

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This looks fun, I'll have a character up when I have time.

From The Light Darkness Rises: A Medieval Roleplay

Time was passing and it seemed like most were getting along well. Deedlith was part-way chewing through a mouthful of carrots when Elendil approached her and asked a question. "That is correct, I am. And my guess is that you are the same?" She rested the spoon on the bowl and put it aside Peon who was rather contently asleep, nestled in his own feathers. "And what of your companions, particularly the male?" She asked, referring to Erandur who was staying in his own solitude across from the fire. He reminded her of a young Elf who always enjoyed his own company rather than that of others back home.

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Areia set down her bowl and stared into the flames, deep in thought. This was the time when she would pull out her lyre and play a tune to add to the atmosphere. Her fingers could just remember the patterns to all the songs she used to perform during her travels, but she realised that giving up playing was one of the things she had to sacrifice when becoming a knight. Sure, Areia could play simple things but nothing like her younger days.

Looking up, Areia noticed the mage comforting the paladin, who she never did learn the name of (or couldn't remember), as well as the pretty Elf girl with the pink hair casting some sort of cooling spell. The paladin was clearly in some sort of anguish, grasping his head in his hands. The redhead shot up and fumbled around in a small space between her plate armour and undergarments, pulling out a small vial with amber-coloured liquid sloshing around inside. She rushed over to him and crouched before him, presenting the bottle.

"A simple concoction, nothing special. Made from wheat, lavender and juniper berries. And sugar. It'll make you feel better, I promise," she smiled, unscrewing the top. She had learnt the recipe while recovering from severe wounds, having had a unfortunate run in with unhappy tax-collectors as she passed through a small remote town. It was a strange remedy, one that temporarily numbed pain as well as headaches and illness and gave the drinker a strange comforting feeling. At least that's what Areia felt when she drank it. It had a rather pleasant taste to it and didn't have any officially special properties. Peculiar stuff, Areia always thought. But it worked in the worst of times so she had little to complain about.