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Don't see what's wrong with using this IC.
Interested, will edit post with cs as soon as I'm done.
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Name: Lyarea Exenris
Appearance:
Age: 21
Race: Incarnus (human)
Class: Rogue - Besides her connection to the Whispering Council, Lyarea has perfect night vision, heals ten times faster than an ordinary human in the dark, and has increasing strength and speed the darker her surroundings are. However, in the daylight she has the typical strength and speed of a girl her age. Instead, she relies on her skill with a dagger, lock-picking and stealth. Her only magical item is a theatre mask belonging to a previous Incarnus, which makes people overlook her.
Personality: Lyarea is rather passive as a consequence of following the Council's advice for most of her life. She tends to "space out" frequently, but is capable of being alert and coldly pragmatic when she wants to accomplish a task. She is loyal to those she considers her friends, but views most moral systems as absurd and not fully applying to her. She has a cheerful and pleasant demeanour most of the time, interspersed with bouts of melancholy and homesickness.
History: Lyarea was born in the city-state of Ferremis to Vradi parents. The Vradi were a persecuted minority, shunned for their worship of what was seen as a dark spirit and forced to live in catacombs beneath the city. She was identified as an Incarnus at two years old and brought to the temple priests to be raised by them. They taught her about Neris, the finer details of their religion and how to tune out the endless noise of the Council. As she grew older her formal lessons decreased and focused more on her responsibilities and duties as an incarnation of their god. She began using her free time to explore the tunnels and use the Council in ways a child would. The temple priests warned her to be wary of them, that they always demanded something in return for their answers, but she ignored them. After all, they didn't ask for much. What harm was there helping out the butcher for a week, or sneaking into the granaries, or trying to traverse all the living chambers at least once without anyone spotting her?
This continued until she was 16, when a religious clash between a group of Vradi and surface citizens sparked riots citywide. She was captured along with several other Vradi while looking for the temple priests and taken to the minister's mansion as servants. She turned to the Whispering Council, asking for a way to free herself and her people. For the first time in her life, they fell silent, and a voice she had never heard before this moment told her that it would come at a cost. It asked if she was willing to accept. In her desperation, she agreed.
What followed was three years of planning and coordination with the other Vradi, and gas-lighting the minister and his household to drive them to madness. One day, the Council told her it was time to act. In one night the Vradi slaughtered the minister and his household in their beds, and used the tunnels Lyarea had mapped out as a child to assassinate all the other government officials.
It was only then that the Council revealed their price: she had to leave the city there and then, never to return. She pleaded with them, and the same voice which had warned her about the price of their help allowed her three hours to prepare. After taking her dagger, some lock picks and supplies, the voice directed her into the tunnels, eventually coming to a chamber containing the artefacts of previous Incarni. She found her mask there, and left.
Family/Relationships:
Parents - killed in initial rebellion.
Temple priests - mutual respect and regret at parting.
Other: The tattoos on her arms are a custom of the Vradi.
EDIT:
Name: Lyarea Exenris
Appearance:
Age: 21
Race: Incarnus (human)
Class: Rogue - Besides her connection to the Whispering Council, Lyarea has perfect night vision, heals ten times faster than an ordinary human in the dark, and has increasing strength and speed the darker her surroundings are. However, in the daylight she has the typical strength and speed of a girl her age. Instead, she relies on her skill with a dagger, lock-picking and stealth. Her only magical item is a theatre mask belonging to a previous Incarnus, which makes people overlook her.
Personality: Lyarea is rather passive as a consequence of following the Council's advice for most of her life. She tends to "space out" frequently, but is capable of being alert and coldly pragmatic when she wants to accomplish a task. She is loyal to those she considers her friends, but views most moral systems as absurd and not fully applying to her. She has a cheerful and pleasant demeanour most of the time, interspersed with bouts of melancholy and homesickness.
History: Lyarea was born in the city-state of Ferremis to Vradi parents. The Vradi were a persecuted minority, shunned for their worship of what was seen as a dark spirit and forced to live in catacombs beneath the city. She was identified as an Incarnus at two years old and brought to the temple priests to be raised by them. They taught her about Neris, the finer details of their religion and how to tune out the endless noise of the Council. As she grew older her formal lessons decreased and focused more on her responsibilities and duties as an incarnation of their god. She began using her free time to explore the tunnels and use the Council in ways a child would. The temple priests warned her to be wary of them, that they always demanded something in return for their answers, but she ignored them. After all, they didn't ask for much. What harm was there helping out the butcher for a week, or sneaking into the granaries, or trying to traverse all the living chambers at least once without anyone spotting her?
This continued until she was 16, when a religious clash between a group of Vradi and surface citizens sparked riots citywide. She was captured along with several other Vradi while looking for the temple priests and taken to the minister's mansion as servants. She turned to the Whispering Council, asking for a way to free herself and her people. For the first time in her life, they fell silent, and a voice she had never heard before this moment told her that it would come at a cost. It asked if she was willing to accept. In her desperation, she agreed.
What followed was three years of planning and coordination with the other Vradi, and gas-lighting the minister and his household to drive them to madness. One day, the Council told her it was time to act. In one night the Vradi slaughtered the minister and his household in their beds, and used the tunnels Lyarea had mapped out as a child to assassinate all the other government officials.
It was only then that the Council revealed their price: she had to leave the city there and then, never to return. She pleaded with them, and the same voice which had warned her about the price of their help allowed her three hours to prepare. After taking her dagger, some lock picks and supplies, the voice directed her into the tunnels, eventually coming to a chamber containing the artefacts of previous Incarni. She found her mask there, and left.
Family/Relationships:
Parents - killed in initial rebellion.
Temple priests - mutual respect and regret at parting.
Other: The tattoos on her arms are a custom of the Vradi.
Magus tilted his head at Savin's demonstration, evidently a form of teleporting. The Vale sounded like the space between different realities, however that worked; it was easy to believe it could extend to unrelated worlds as well. Something to keep in mind, perhaps.
Still, there was a nagging feeling that this kind of inquiry was how he'd gotten into this situation in the first place. When he tried to remember why, he could feel anxiety setting into his mind like hooks and his aura, which had been changing back to its multicoloured hue and uncoiling from his arms, began twisting slowly and turning a smokey grey.
"Impressive," he said. "Is this how the whirlwinds that brought us here worked? And can the Vale be accessed by anyone or is that talent limited to a select few?"
Still, there was a nagging feeling that this kind of inquiry was how he'd gotten into this situation in the first place. When he tried to remember why, he could feel anxiety setting into his mind like hooks and his aura, which had been changing back to its multicoloured hue and uncoiling from his arms, began twisting slowly and turning a smokey grey.
"Impressive," he said. "Is this how the whirlwinds that brought us here worked? And can the Vale be accessed by anyone or is that talent limited to a select few?"
Alright, thanks for clearing that up! I'll edit that section soon.
EDIT: Changed it.
EDIT: Changed it.
Relations are done. Sorry for posting this late! I'd have done this sooner, but I've been sick for the past few days.
In general, Joseph feels that the other characters are in therapy for a reason, so he tries to be understanding of them and hopes they get better.
As for specifics,
Alma Evans: Joseph probably wouldn't like her much either; he'd see her as judgemental and pretentious. He'd also notice she was avoiding him and do the same. And maybe sometimes he'd drink from his hip flask where she can see him, just to irritate her even more.
Kyle Mare: I think Joseph would see him as a kindred spirit, kind of. They're the same age and have had problems with their spouses (or fiancée in Kyle's case). He'd try to befriend him; maybe try to make small talk or something, but this is slightly stymied by the fact that Kyle's problems are not his fault whereas he cannot say the same for himself. He really hopes that Kyle can recover and find happiness, because it would mean that he could as well.
Aimee Askins: Joseph thinks she seems nice, if a bit shy. He can sympathise with her social anxiety, and respects her courage in seeking help for her problems instead of withdrawing from the world like he did.
Maya Chen: He doesn't know her all that well, but he feels sorry for her because of her illness. He'd be polite towards her, but that's about it.
In general, Joseph feels that the other characters are in therapy for a reason, so he tries to be understanding of them and hopes they get better.
As for specifics,
Alma Evans: Joseph probably wouldn't like her much either; he'd see her as judgemental and pretentious. He'd also notice she was avoiding him and do the same. And maybe sometimes he'd drink from his hip flask where she can see him, just to irritate her even more.
Kyle Mare: I think Joseph would see him as a kindred spirit, kind of. They're the same age and have had problems with their spouses (or fiancée in Kyle's case). He'd try to befriend him; maybe try to make small talk or something, but this is slightly stymied by the fact that Kyle's problems are not his fault whereas he cannot say the same for himself. He really hopes that Kyle can recover and find happiness, because it would mean that he could as well.
Aimee Askins: Joseph thinks she seems nice, if a bit shy. He can sympathise with her social anxiety, and respects her courage in seeking help for her problems instead of withdrawing from the world like he did.
Maya Chen: He doesn't know her all that well, but he feels sorry for her because of her illness. He'd be polite towards her, but that's about it.
Magus's heart sank. Amaron was right; the names meant absolutely nothing to him. And if they couldn't go back...
No. He could find a way. He had to. He'd never let trifles like impossibility stop him before. And he had to hold on to that thought, whether or not it was actually true, otherwise he'd be well and truly lost.
They began walking. The trees blurred together as he passed, and the soldiers seemed to merge into fuzzy grey silhouettes, which made his head start to throb. He tried focusing on his aura, willing it to disperse. It didn't, but it dimmed considerably, and it took his mind off the headache.
"Look man," the barbarian spoke from up ahead, "I just want to go home, so send me back; I don't care about what's going on with you and your kingdoms, and I doubt anyone here has any intention of killing your king and people." Magus couldn't help but nod in agreement.
"However, if you try to pull anything to hurt me—"
Amaron's hands darted towards his bow and arrow, and Magus stepped back just before Amaron nocked the arrow, swung around and loosed it. The arrow landed right in front of the barbarian.
Inwardly, Magus cursed. His aura was now tinted a bright red. It had flared outward earlier, and was now pulsing rapidly. He concentrated, and tendrils extended from it to wrap around his arms. It was still red, but at least it had calmed down.
Amaron looked at all of them. "I expect all of you to behave and not give any threats, because in the end if I have to fight.." His teeth and face started to make the form of a wolf, which was somehow even more disturbing than actually turning into one. "If I have to fight any of you I'll devour you."
Soon after that, they reached the city gates which swung open as they approached. Up ahead, there was a castle on a terraced hill, which was apparently their destination.
As the group began walking up the hill, Magus took the opportunity to make his way over to the armoured man wielding the sword. Savin. A Planewalker, whatever that was; something to do with travelling between worlds?
"Savin, was it?" Before the man could answer, he went on, "You said you were a Planewalker. How does that work?"
No. He could find a way. He had to. He'd never let trifles like impossibility stop him before. And he had to hold on to that thought, whether or not it was actually true, otherwise he'd be well and truly lost.
They began walking. The trees blurred together as he passed, and the soldiers seemed to merge into fuzzy grey silhouettes, which made his head start to throb. He tried focusing on his aura, willing it to disperse. It didn't, but it dimmed considerably, and it took his mind off the headache.
"Look man," the barbarian spoke from up ahead, "I just want to go home, so send me back; I don't care about what's going on with you and your kingdoms, and I doubt anyone here has any intention of killing your king and people." Magus couldn't help but nod in agreement.
"However, if you try to pull anything to hurt me—"
Amaron's hands darted towards his bow and arrow, and Magus stepped back just before Amaron nocked the arrow, swung around and loosed it. The arrow landed right in front of the barbarian.
Inwardly, Magus cursed. His aura was now tinted a bright red. It had flared outward earlier, and was now pulsing rapidly. He concentrated, and tendrils extended from it to wrap around his arms. It was still red, but at least it had calmed down.
Amaron looked at all of them. "I expect all of you to behave and not give any threats, because in the end if I have to fight.." His teeth and face started to make the form of a wolf, which was somehow even more disturbing than actually turning into one. "If I have to fight any of you I'll devour you."
Soon after that, they reached the city gates which swung open as they approached. Up ahead, there was a castle on a terraced hill, which was apparently their destination.
As the group began walking up the hill, Magus took the opportunity to make his way over to the armoured man wielding the sword. Savin. A Planewalker, whatever that was; something to do with travelling between worlds?
"Savin, was it?" Before the man could answer, he went on, "You said you were a Planewalker. How does that work?"
"Something".
EDIT: All shares are done. I'll work on formatting tomorrow.
EDIT: All shares are done. I'll work on formatting tomorrow.
The light being hadn't appeared to do much other than explode, but the soldiers in its vicinity began screaming and swinging their weapons wildly. Some tried to run, but tripped over their fellows or were cut down by others. One of them seemed to be throwing darts of purple energy and wielding a sword at the same time, slicing through the horde like butter. Eventually the last of the soldiers had run off.
Magus felt a twinge of envy. Everyone else had magic which they could actually use in combat. He could have done similar things, he knew it. If he'd had the time; if he hadn't lost that book-
He blinked. Or tried to, as he had no eyelids. What was so important about the book?
The man with the bow looked round at everyone. His eyes changed to what Magus supposed were wolf eyes. They definitely didn't look human anymore.
"Who are the rest of you? Where do you come from and why are you here? Are you involved with these strange happenings?"
Where had he come from? He tried to think back, but he only got vague flashes: an imposing stone building, rooms filled with books; one of them with a bed and table piled with scrolls and dusty tomes...
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the leaves on the trees rustle. He turned in that direction as a party of soldiers rode into the clearing.
"Captain Amaron, who are these people?!" Bows were raised and pikes pointed at them as they spoke, and Magus couldn't help but flinch.
"What's the idea? We just helped you!" The barbarian yelled. The wolf-eyed man, Amaron, nodded, "But until I know who you are and where you come from you are to not be trusted... So then, SPEAK!" he ordered.
Magus frowned as a woman with a bow and the man who had been throwing purple energy darts earlier stepped forward and gave their names. He had never heard of the Quelens Empire, or Nevisin. If they were all called from different worlds in the same way, why didn't he remember anything? And what had made him like this?
The man stopped speaking, and Magus took that as his cue to step forward.
"My name is Magus. I do not remember where I came from, but I believe I was called from my home world like Savin here and transformed into this in the process." He wasn't sure if that had actually happened, but it was his best guess. To the woman, Cryalis, he spoke, "I have never heard of a Quelens Empire either, for whatever that's worth."
Magus felt a twinge of envy. Everyone else had magic which they could actually use in combat. He could have done similar things, he knew it. If he'd had the time; if he hadn't lost that book-
He blinked. Or tried to, as he had no eyelids. What was so important about the book?
The man with the bow looked round at everyone. His eyes changed to what Magus supposed were wolf eyes. They definitely didn't look human anymore.
"Who are the rest of you? Where do you come from and why are you here? Are you involved with these strange happenings?"
Where had he come from? He tried to think back, but he only got vague flashes: an imposing stone building, rooms filled with books; one of them with a bed and table piled with scrolls and dusty tomes...
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the leaves on the trees rustle. He turned in that direction as a party of soldiers rode into the clearing.
"Captain Amaron, who are these people?!" Bows were raised and pikes pointed at them as they spoke, and Magus couldn't help but flinch.
"What's the idea? We just helped you!" The barbarian yelled. The wolf-eyed man, Amaron, nodded, "But until I know who you are and where you come from you are to not be trusted... So then, SPEAK!" he ordered.
Magus frowned as a woman with a bow and the man who had been throwing purple energy darts earlier stepped forward and gave their names. He had never heard of the Quelens Empire, or Nevisin. If they were all called from different worlds in the same way, why didn't he remember anything? And what had made him like this?
The man stopped speaking, and Magus took that as his cue to step forward.
"My name is Magus. I do not remember where I came from, but I believe I was called from my home world like Savin here and transformed into this in the process." He wasn't sure if that had actually happened, but it was his best guess. To the woman, Cryalis, he spoke, "I have never heard of a Quelens Empire either, for whatever that's worth."
Working on my character's sharings. Hoping I can get it posted by tomorrow evening!
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Interested. I've never done an Advanced roleplay before...
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