Kaalee

Once Upon A Time

I'm interested, of course XD

Once Upon A Time

Yeah I saw that as soon as I posted it and I dont even knos how I found a thread that was 2 months old in the first place but if you wanna reboot it I'm totally in.

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Sapphira

Status

Location: On the road
Notes:

Description

1.4 feet tall, blond, blue eyes, clothes that were built for working more than anything else.

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Sapphira was known for investing everything she had into her projects, without hesitation or reservation. She was also known for taking projects on without much forethought on the subject. She lived freely, flitting from one project to the next, devoting herself entirely to each and every project she tackled until something else distracted her. Perhaps that is why she joined this little merry band of travelers on nothing more than the fact that she thought it would be fun, despite the fact that she had no real discernible skills that would be useful to them for the most part. She was good with her hands, that much was true but she was a Fae afraid of heights, with no skills to protect herself, and she didn't actually know these people. In all honesty, she forgot the star that fell's name almost right away. She knew it began with a C, and she knew that it was something pretty but that's all she had for the longest time. Instead, she mostly fiddled with her newest sword. It was almost finished, it just needed to be sharpened and she needed to fine tune the hilt but since she wasn't the best judge of balance, that would have to wait until she could find someone to test it.

Sapphira was jarred out of her thoughts when the wagon broke down, and she flitted outside to take a look at what was wrong, hearing the tail end of the Naga's quip towards Igneous.

“Oh have a heart, Tarkus,” Sapphira childed as she glided to Igneous’s side, “He’s alive, you know.”

Sapphira's attention was redirected as the star that fell began to speak, and while she knew that he was talking to her, she was once again focusing on how she couldn't remember his name. C...Chaloir...Calui...Calitūrus...and then she realized he was asking her a question. It took Sapphira a second, her cheeks warming as she sputtered out an answer.

“I-I, ofcourse I can!” She managed to get out, as proud as she could since she wasn't paying attention at all. She watched as the Naga and the Star that Fell went off, before Ivory jumped down from the Wagon.

"Where are they going?"" Ivory asked, and while Sapphira was about to respond, Igneous beat her to it.

"They're gathering wood. No one thought to bring a spare." He wasn't quite looking at Ivory, instead he was looking just past her and Sapphira almost asked but decided against it at the last minute. Instead, she decided to study the other three wagon wheels, so that she would be able to craft something similar that would hopefully hold out better than the previous wheel. If she had enough time, tools, and supplies she would've been able to make something that far surpassed when they currently had but given the lack of all three of those commodities, she would just have to make do.

"Have either of you ever hunted before? Or gathered vegetation?" Sapphira turned her attention back to the Ivory and smiled at the thought.

"Nope." Sapphira replied, thinking if they would try now. Just because she never had before, doesn't mean she couldn't now. How hard could it be? Lots of people did it, other Fae even. Ivory, however, decided to table that idea as she changed the subject, offering them taffy instead. Sapphira took a piece gladly, popping it inside her mouth. She made a small face at the tartness of the lemon but once she got over it she was about to thank Ivory when she heard the shot ring out. Ivory pulled her back behind the wagon before Igneous dealt with the two Ashen who were apparently trying to loot them.

"We need to check on Caeleo and Tarkus," Ivory said and Sapphira looked up at the sky. It wasn't particularly windy, and she was trying to make herself useful. What use was a Fae who couldn't fly? She went up into the sky, trying to control her stomach and keep it from heaving everything she's eaten in the last few hours. She turned her attention back towards the ground, and saw the other two members of their party return to the wagon and she thankfully flitted back down.

“Did you hear that?!” Sapphira called to them, as she finally managed to come closer to the ground, and she felt less like she was going to throw up. “I don’t see anything around for miles, but that crash sounded like it was RIGHT THERE.” Sapphira pointed in the direction of the other two, as the returned from the river.

“We thought it came from the wagon. Sounded like an explosion,” Caeleo explained, “Anyway, we brought the wood. Think you could work your magic and fix the wheel?”

Sapphira went to go inspect the wood, although with her magic she would probably be able to fashion a wheel strong enough to get them to town no matter what kind of condition the wood was in, as long as it wasn't riddled with holes and bugs. As she turned the corner, there was another man, seemingly looting the bodies of the men who had tried and robbed them. She let out a small scream, glancing over at the other two who didn't seemed to be overly concerned with this newcomer.

“Oh, that’s Tavren,” Tarkus elaborated, “A Cleric. Been followin’ us. He'll do you no harm.”

Sapphira nodded, holding out a hand. The man shook it and that was that. She turned her attention back to the wood and focused on making a wheel so they could continue their journey. If those two were willing to attack them in broad daylight, she couldn't imagine what was waiting for them after the sun set. It took her a few minutes but eventually she fashioned a wheel that lived up to her standards, and brought it over to the group, lifting it and handing it over to Tarkus.

Once they set out again, it was her turn to drive the wagon. She sat up against the neck of the horse, humming tunes into it's ears. She listened to the Star that Fell talk about her people, before they came to Earth. She knew about it, of course but it was strange to think her people were reincarnated from the Stars. She liked the thought of it, but she didn't dwell on it much. Instead she sung her songs to the horse she was on and tried to remember the Star that Fell's name. C...Calere...Calidus...Calor...Caleo!

Once Upon A Time

Current name: Elena Forester
Current age: 23
Current occupation: Dance teacher
current bio: Elena was one of 12 daughters to her father and mother. Her mother passed away when she was young, shortly after the birth of her youngest sister. She and her sisters opened the dance studio when Elena turned 18, and have been keeping it somewhat afloat since then.
Appearance:

Hider

Storybook name:Elena
Role in story: One of the 12 dancing princessess
Story: 12 Dancing Princessess

Paintings of Xeron

Definitely fake news

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Sapphira normally avoided festivals of any kind, she was rather tiny and lots of people usually didn’t end well for her. However this was special, and she wasn’t the only one who thought so. She was one of many fae who decided to grace the festival with their presence and it was quite amazing to see, how many different races showed up. She wandered around for awhile, flying higher than she normally did in order to not be crushed or ran into. She shopped some, although she didn’t buy much, in between the fact that a lot was overpriced for unsuspecting tourists and trying to keep her items in her possession and out of the grasp of sticky fingers. Eventually she found herself in some type of apothecary, which she knew she needed some more lip balm. Her skin dried so easily, and chapped lips were the absolute worst. When she entered the shopkeeper looked unoccupied so she flitted up to her and stood at the edge of the counter, although she was still much shorter than the shopkeeper even on the tips of her toes and her spine straightened as straight as it could be.

“Hi, I’m Sapphira. I’d like a peppermint lip balm please.” She asked the shop keeper as politely as she could. The shopkeeper seemed rather surprised to see her, which Sapphira didn’t mind in the least. Curiosity is something she was intimately familiar with, so she could not be displeased with others who felt it as well. The shopkeeper retrieved the balm and set it in front of Sapphira. Sapphira inspected it and decided it was of adequate quality. She retrieved some gold pieces out of her bag on her hip before the shopkeeper asked if there was anything else she needed. She considered the request, off the top of her head she couldn’t recall anything she needed, but perhaps the shop offered something she didn’t know or remember that she did.
“Well,” Sapphira began slowly,” what else do you have?” Sapphira asked her and the shopkeeper smiled, which means that she had succeeded in not offending her.
“I like to call this Augeretis. I’ve been working on it for a while. Its simple purpose is to heighten magic use. One of the problems we run into most is our inability to tap into the flux itself, so I use this mix to enhance the flux channeling abilities of blood. There’s ones that blocks it t-“ The ring of the bells in town cut her off mid sentence. It was nearing time for the show. “Are you going?” Sapphira perked up as the shopkeeper asked the question and nodded empathetically.
“Of course! It’s not every day a piece of the God falls to us.” Sapphira’s wings fluttered behind her, to accentuate her words.
“Well why dont we head out to the church together then?” The shopkeeper asked as she closed the door. Sapphira shook her head in agreement, glancing out to see the already large crowd had grown even more in size.
“Ready?” The shopkeeper asked and Sapphira nodded again.
“I never got your name by the way.” Sapphira mentioned as they started towards the church.
“I’m Ivory.” Ivory introduced herself and Sapphira smiled broadly. Look at her, meeting new people. Her mother would be...if not proud definitely not as disappointed as she could be.

They continued onto the church, where they were greeted by Volcure. Ivory seemed nervous but Sapphira wasn’t so easily star struck. She curtsied, of course, her entire body dipping down as she did. She went back up to height and followed Ivory into the church, finding seats. Sapphira perched herself on the back of the seat, her wings fluttering to help her keep her balance and not tumble backwards. She was enraptured by the play, it was all quite a spectacle. Until something literally fell from the sky. Sapphira’s entire body tensed, and she started floating slightly above the chair. She, mostly unconsciously, started to channel the flux around her, ready to make a quick escape if need be.
“This isn’t part of the play, is it?” Ivory asked her quietly and Sapphira shook her head. They just got to see an event that only happened once a century, and it was fantastic. Sapphira rose up above the crowd slightly before getting dizzy and landing back down.
“Holy...” Sapphira whispered, eyes wide.

Paintings of Xeron

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Paintings of Xeron

Sapphira

Fae, Female

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Appearance (description):

Sapphira

She stands 1.4 feet from the ground

Age (<50): 26

Personality: Sapphira is blunt, but not apathetic. She comes across to others as unfeeling, but she simply forgets that not everyone appreciates the blunt truth as she would. She is deeply loyal, and adheres to the law as long as the law is what she considers to be just.

Occupation: Sapphira does just a little bit of everything. She sells her skills, whether that be her craftsmanship with a blade, or her affinity for magic. If you need it done, Sapphira can probably do it, or learn how to do it quickly, or hire someone else who can do it for cheaper to turn a profit.

Brief history: Sapphira was born to a farming family, which was fine. She loved her family, she hated the dirt. She didn’t really like growing things, and so when she came of age she packed up and left. She made her way to a city, and she studied. First as a blacksmith, but that got boring quick. She finished her apprenticeship, and then moved onto other weapons, and then other crafts. Learning enough to be considered proficient but never truly mastering anything before she got bored and moved on. Eventually she decided to move on from that area, making her way into the rest of the world. She was never rich, but she was never poor either. She simply floated through life from one adventure to the next.

Weaknesses: She’s not overly quick, nor is she strong. She is reliant very heavily on her magic. Despite her ability to create weapons she’s not very proficient with any except her dagger. She tends to think faster than she can react, and she has a tendency to wander into danger. She’s extremely clumsy, and fears what she does not know, as well as heights.

Aspiration: Knowledge

Inventory: She currently has on her person two swords and some arrows, all for sale, a pouch full of coins, some bread and some apples and another smaller blade hidden in her person.

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