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House Of Rejects

@Cerces22@Lady Nex@Faerah
Florence watched the exchange between the desert elf and the Dark elf he assumed to be Thortan. He could feel the slightly unstable elemental power from the desert Elf, next to the veteran and more refined magic from Masters.

As the Dark Elf turned to speak to the pair, Florence carefully examined him. Florence figured he would be able to nullify magic from the trio for about 10 minutes, if that. He had never been in a situation where he couldn't comfortably nullify surrounding magic for as long as he needed. These Elves were different. They were strong, and maybe they could help him get his sister to escape?

'"Liz, my somewhat more unstable counterpart. Would you like to introduce me to your friend?? I know what you saw must of been wild, but trust me, you were never in any danger at all, despite the fact that one of the embodiments of the basic five elements dwell within Lia. I am more than confident that I could handle him on a rampage. I am Thortan Masters, owner of the House of Rejects, I see you met Liz, her bite is definitely worse than her bark. But I am sure a scratch behind the ear will relax her, although I value my hand to much to try. My I inquire as to who you are??"'

AFter Thortan spoke to them, Florence Finally piped up. "I could also help suppress her untamed magic. I've done it before when I helped train others, but if you've got the hang of it maybe Liz would like to train with me? I could always use the practice."

Florence figured he should try his best to assess all of their abilities. Maybe this was he key to do so.

House Of Rejects

Florence watched the exchange between the desert elf and the Dark elf he assumed to be Thortan. He could feel the slightly unstable elemental power from the desert Elf, next to the veteran and more refined magic from Masters.

As the Dark Elf turned to speak to the pair, Florence carefully examined him. Florence figured he would be able to nullify magic from the trio for about 10 minutes, if that. He had never been in a situation where he couldn't comfortably nullify surrounding magic for as long as he needed. These Elves were different. They were strong, and maybe they could help him get his sister to escape?

'"Liz, my somewhat more unstable counterpart. Would you like to introduce me to your friend?? I know what you saw must of been wild, but trust me, you were never in any danger at all, despite the fact that one of the embodiments of the basic five elements dwell within Lia. I am more than confident that I could handle him on a rampage. I am Thortan Masters, owner of the House of Rejects, I see you met Liz, her bite is definitely worse than her bark. But I am sure a scratch behind the ear will relax her, although I value my hand to much to try. My I inquire as to who you are??"'

AFter Thortan spoke to them, Florence Finally piped up. "I could also help suppress her untamed magic. I've done it before when I helped train others, but if you've got the hang of it maybe Liz would like to train with me? I could always use the practice."

Florence figured he should try his best to assess all of their abilities. Maybe this was he key to do so.

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Florence could feel the ladies magic slowly starting to shroud her, yet it never completely did. She could probably feel the him tensing up before he was about to attack. Her response put him at ease, at least for the moment.

'"There is a desert elf outside, gifted with significant strength in fire magic, it would seem. I did mention there was training, did I not?" She tilted her head at him curiously, perhaps a moment of that wolf-like behavior peeking through. She finally let her eyes waver from him to turn around, one hand waving over her shoulder. "Come and see, but do not interrupt. Thortan is capable of containing her." She stated it simply, there was no question. Assuming he followed, she lead him outside to the clearing where the training was taking place.'

Florence did follow, but left a good distance between them. He felt he was in over his head so he decided to put his current mission omg hold and wait for the most opportune moment.

The pair seemed to walk out just as a man fashioned a chair from a shadow.

So this must be Thortan?

He seemed to be waiting on a younger Desert Elf next to him.

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Florence heard the woman's footsteps as hey approached in the hall. Her eyes felt heavy on him.

'"Thortan is outside, in a clearing with another to begin training."'

The ladies words were offsetting. Florence already could feel her immense power coming from the manor. He could feel the darkness in his bones. He wondered if only three people were in the manor. He was beginning to calculate his next moves.

Would Florence need to incapacitate this woman? He could feel a power from her as well. A deep and strengthened power.

As he began to formulate a plan in his head, he waited for the opportune moment to grab his knife and try to attack this woman as soon as possible. Just a split-second before He went to grab his knife a blood-curdling scream rang throughout the manor. Florence felt the explosion of magical energy from the youngest source of magic in the nearby area.

What in he hell was that? Florence though to himself.

Looking back at the woman quickly, "We'll have to skip the formal introductions, I sense an uncontrolled magic in the backyard that could be dangerous."

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Florence sat deeper into the grass outside the grand mansion. He pulled his hood from his head and revealed his face. He pulled his invitation from his pocket, it had become wrinkled and slightly moist over time. Florence presented the invitation to the will-o-wisp, and he wondered if he should try to nullify the entry magic but he sensed the strength of the magic.

By the time the door by the time the door opened he understood the power behind his target. He stopped before entering, and thought of his sister. He hadn't seen her in over a decade but he knew she would be killed if he didn't carry forward with this mission.

"Hello?" Florence muttered into empty entry way. He let himself in and decided he would wait until the host, or anyone met him.

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Awesome! Let me know if there are any changes that need to be made!

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Name: Florence Demanier
Age: 178 (roughly 19 human)
Race: High Elf
Description/picture (if you want): m.imgur.com/3pwrYr9

Powers: Specializes in magical nullification. Is capable of erasing magics within 15 meters of himself. If someone has magical abilities adapted from their bloodline they will still be usable (heightened smell or vision, etc.).
Due to he difficulty in wielding his nullification magic he has no other magical aptitude.
Close quarters weapons expert, goes hand in hand with his nullification powers.
Weapons(if any): never carries more than one weapon, a long dagger made from the finest dwarven metal and craftsmanship. He refuses to use any other weapon in combat, and will resort to his fists if he drops or loses his dagger.

History: When Florence was only 90 years old his family was taken by humans. His parents were slaughtered in front of his eyes. Florence and his younger sister were forced to into a small elven labor camp, until Florence's nullification ability was discovered. The king's men took his younger sister and held her as a hostage while Florence trained and was forced to hunt down enemies of Pelios. He thought that his sister would only be killed if he refused a mission. The kings men had actually already killed him but he has no idea. For the past 80 years he has been a pawn of the king.

He has been forced to hunt down and execute Elven Leadership across all the lands. While he hates ever bit of the work because he Is forced to kill his own kind, he is one of the best assassins in the land. His ability to infiltrate and find his target is second to none. He once killed an elven water priest so perfectly that the priest's people thought he had died peacefully in his sleep. Florence's latest mission is to find a Dark Elf of legend ,named Thortan Masters. Surprisingly enough, Mr. Masters just sent Florence an invitation.

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Hey guys, I really like what I've read so far in this rp. May I create a char or is it too late to join?

Forgotten Realms

Zanier De Fluir

Height: 6'4" / 1.9 meters

Weight: 190

Age: 57 (about 28 in human years)

Race/Species: Sand Elf

Appearance: A tall and slim elf with slightly tanned skin. Has scarring across his back from lashes. Wears his hair over his eyes and down his back.

Personality: Zanier is constantly on the run, he his highly sought after by many mercenary groups for his ability to create and imbue magical items with ease. The items he creates are very valuable most of the time. He is known across the lands as a very powerful summoner and enchanter *enchantress?* He is very quiet and slow to trust others because once they figure out his abilities Zanier will most likely be asked to enchant weaponry for them.

Being a fugitive who is constantly on the run for creating magical weaponry and tools alike, Zanier has a very introverted personality at first. Once he learns to trust a person he becomes more open and honest. He is quiet and clever, but very stubborn and follows his plans through to the end.

Statistics: (Every character gets 35 points to start with, so that everyone is balanced. You can put anywhere from 1-10 points in a category. Your stats will have an effect on the story in various different ways. For example, if you try to cut a dragon's head off with a sword and you have only 1 Strength, it's probably not going to work. Similarly, if you have 10 Agility, you're basically the wind itself and will have no problem dodging arrows, fireballs, and whatever else comes your way.)

-Strength: 1 (No hand to hand or melee ability whatsoever. Basically can't rely on anything but his magic

-Perception: 4
( Average smell, sight, hearing and touch, but has unique ability to sense a metal's properties only from touch. This is an uncommon trait among Sand Elves)

-Endurance: 4 (Relies heavily on staying hidden and evading combat, because he cannot take more than one decent blow before being completely useless due to the pain/damage)

-Charisma: 3 (While very clever, he never speaks up in decision making time, and lacks communicative skills with others. Often found to be too quiet)

-Intelligence: 10 (While obtaining the highest level for intelligence, there are only a few magic arts he is a master of listed below)

-Agility: 8 (High agility to assist in his evasion from combat)

-Luck: 5 (ups and downs regarding luck)

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:
+Master Craftsmen/Blacksmith - Highly renowned blacksmith and craftsman. Mostly known for creating weaponry, armor, and magical jewelry.

+Master Summoner - Used to create elemental golems that he can use materials from. This is an ability passed down from his father who was a master summoner before him. There is a cool down related to how long he uses his elementals. 10 minutes of summoning = 1 hour of cool down before being able to summon any other golem

+Skilled in evasion arts - this aids him in escaping and evading battles, has kept him alive thus far.

- Very weak physically, heavily relies on his magic for movement/physical abilities.

-His poor ability to communicate often renders him useless in group decisions and he is very outspoken as a result.

-Lacks in all magical arts besides the three listed below, because he has not spent any of his time trying to learn or master them

Items: Possesses Mana-store Amulet- This magical amulet, which was hand-crafted by his mother, stores a small amount of Zanier's magical energy. If the amulet senses Zanier has received an existential amount of damage, it will temporarily heal Zanier's wounds. (Lasts about 5 minutes and acts as an extreme adrenaline boost) The amulet's magic traps all of Zanier's magic if it senses he has been extremely wounded. The amulet takes at least 3 months to store enough of Zanier's magic.

Possesses The Sand Cloak - This Cloak is a magical artifact of the Sand Elves. If activated the user will completely blend in with their surroundings. The user will be locked into place for at least 30 seconds (unable to move at all) once the thirty seconds is up the user may move but once they do the cloaking effect is removed. (Basically the cloak cannot work if the user moves and for the first 30 seconds of use the user cannot move anyways.)

Possesses various magical spell books and smithing guides that aid in his crafting.

Doesn't carry weapons of any sort because he never fights, he always runs.

History: Being Born in a Sand Elf group of nomads, Zanier has known many sands to be his home, but as he ages he seeks more adventure and has been out of the sand for about five years now. He wanders the magical realm in search of true adventure. He has known many Elves, but very few of the other species. Spending his life on the move he has many stories, but rarely shares them. While being a wanderer his entire life, he seeks a different path.

He spent his childhood learning his parents trades, his mother was their tribes craftsmen, while his father was the tribes summoner. During a gruesome tribal feud, his parents were slaughtered in front of his eyes. He was in his 30's during this time. ( about 15 in human time) Using the sand cloak he was able to stay hidden but was forced to witness his parents, and peoples slaughter. He's been on the move ever since the slaughter. Creating weapons and items to be sold to those that will pay. Many mercenaries have seen his weapons in use and seek out the mysterious nomadic enchanter.

(OOC) I'm hoping to play this char more as a support role, for he players' gear and what not. If the intelligence is too high or anything else seems too op please let me know!

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I'm definitely interested!