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Avalia

The Heretic

Elsea Baird ⋆ 23 ⋆ Female ⋆ Human

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Appearance

Height:

5’2

Weight:

105 lbs

Hair Color:

Fiery Red

Eye Color:

Icy Blue

Skin Tone:

Porcelain with a soft spattering of freckles

Brief Clothes Description:

At the moment she is wearing a rather simple, yet dirty blue dress much like you see in the picture. The dress falls to her ankles while the sleeves cover all the way down to her wrists. Her feet are bare, having spent several days imprisoned before being sucked into the rift. Her wrists are also bound in manacles that are also attached to a jougs around her neck.

Stubborn ⋆ Bold ⋆ Mystical ⋆ Enchanting

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆Plants and nature in general
⋆The refreshing scent the rain brings
⋆Strawberries

Dislikes:

⋆The chill of winter
⋆People who try to force her into doing something
⋆Displeasing the Fae Folk

Fears:

⋆Burning at the stake
⋆Being locked in a cold, dark place
⋆Angering the gods

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Elsea is very much an extrovert as she enjoys talking to anyone she comes across and can easily make friends. Due to this mixed with the fact that she wasn’t ever afraid to speak her mind caused others in her home to call her beguiling. She tends to fall in the middle of being selfless and selfish, though she tends to lean more towards being selfless. Her first instinct is to jump in and help someone in need, unless they have wronged her. If that’s the case then good luck ever getting any help from her. She has quite the kind soul and will do what she can to protect those close to her.

Unfortunately Elsea does have quite the temper and tends to lash out verbally, not knowing when to hold her tongue. She is very strong willed and often defied social norms of her home which is ultimately what lead to her demise. She definitely isn’t the most patient woman in the world, however she isn’t completely impatient either. She likes to say she has a good balance between being patient and impatient. Many would consider her brave as she won’t back down from a challenge, however some may also call her stupid for this because she doesn’t know when to back down. She’s quick to reacting and adapting to a situation, however she is not a fighter by any means and so if it were to come to that her reaction would be to find a way out of there.

If you consider intelligence being whether she can read and write then yes she is quite intelligent, however if it comes to strategizing she isn’t quite skilled in that. She’s never had to strategize in her life and thus lacks experience in the cunning side of things. She is quite charismatic, however, in a way where she can be friends with almost anyone. Her kind and friendly demeanor often draws people to her. She can also have quite a sense of humor, enjoying a good joke and laughing at others jokes. She’s quite a bubbly and energetic person, yet very stubborn and hardheaded. She holds firm in her belief in the old druidic ways, however she would never force anyone into believing the same as her.

Adjective to describe past 1 ⋆ Adjective to describe past 2 ⋆ Adjective to describe past 3

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Background

Occupation

Apothecary/Druidic priestess (secretly)

Living Immediate Family Members:

Brigid Baird || Mother
Dougal Baird || Father
Aiden Baird || Eldest Brother
Ellspeth Baird || Sister-in-law (Aiden's wife)
Calum Baird || Second Eldest Brother
Greer Baird || Sister-in-law (Calum's wife)

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Leith Baird || Twin Brother

Current Companions:

None Yet

Current and Past Lover(s):

N/A

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Alone until found

History:
Elsea was born in the early spring of the year 1574 along with her twin brother Leith in the Scottish Highlands. They were the last born children of Brigid and Dougal Baird and were loved dearly. Unfortunately Leith didn't make it through his first three springs as he fell ill the winter before he was to turn three. The loss of her twin brother only made Elsea's parents hold her ever closer.

Dougal was a man with conflicting beliefs, having converted to Catholicism long before Elsea was born. He still held onto the superstitious beliefs of the little folk and the changeling children. He always wore a rabbit's foot under his clothing in hopes that it would protect him. Brigid, on the other hand, never truly converted and secretly taught her daughter the pegan teachings of the druids. Elsea seemed to cling to this belief and the belief in the Old Gods, learning how to perform rituals to appease them and the fae folk.

She grew into quite the pretty thing and she found favor amongst many of the men, however she never accepted an offer of marriage nor did her father have the heart to force his precious daughter into anything. So she went about her life, learning from her mother and father about the different plants and their uses. Soon she was helping in the apothecary while secretly making potions on the side for those who knew to ask.

In the spring of 1597, shortly after her 23rd birthday, the Great Witch Hunt began and immediately there were suspicions of her. Soon the religious figures began building a case against her. Her bold and outspoken nature caused them to claim she had the Devil's tongue. Then men who were caught fooling around with women other than their wives began blaming her, claiming she put a hex on them causing them to defile themselves. Others came forward out of fear revealing her selling of potions, but it wasn't until she was caught in the middle of a ritual dance for the faeries that she was arrested.

She spent two weeks imprisoned as they awaited the arrival of the witch hunter. He quickly confirmed she was a witch due to a small birthmark on her thigh and sentenced to burn at the stake. That was when she decided she was doomed and began to claim she was a witch if only to scare all of them. She claimed to be cursing them, that she would rise from the flames and take her vengeance on them all as she was dragged to the stake. It was then that the rift opened and she was sucked in.

Pyrokinesis ⋆ Charm ⋆ Combat

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Charismatic and friendly
⋆Adaptability and strong will to survive
⋆Knowledge of plants and their uses

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Has no fighting experience whatsoever
⋆Physically weaker than most
⋆She can sometime run her mouth

Ability on Avalia:

Pyrokenisis

@Tae

Accepted! Good job.

Avalia

Time: Past Midnight
Location:Near River Kingdom
Interactions:@MissCapnCrunch@Alivefalling@Jamesyco@Legion02

The silly human thought she was an angel. She couldn't help but blush, pleased with the compliments he was bestowing her. She began to speak to him, slurring a bit in her words, "Oh don't be silly. It's nothing! As long as you're okay. I'm afraid we can't get you back to Earth right now-"She broke off as a panther jumped into her view.

Risa whirled around as fast as a weakened fairy such as herself could at the presence of the dark elf. She wondered how he had found them so quickly. She frowned at his words, her brows furrowing as she burst out,"Know what we have done?!"Risa was often outspoken."Don't you see this is good for everyone? Even you! Stop following Aklenroth so blindly to save your own skin, coward!"

She let out a cry as Dionaea yanked her away from the incoming blast. Her vision blurred and it almost felt like the earthquake was still ongoing, the world tilting beneath her. The color had drained from her face. She held Dionaea's shoulder to steady herself as her brain seemed to swirl in her skull. A flash of a familiar shade of orange went toward the human. She was dimly aware of Kyran's voice but she was too set on fighting the dark elf to focus in on it. They were in a bad spot here. Risa knew if she kept angrily yelling at him that she would not be taken seriously. She gritted her teeth and tried to let go of Dionaea, stumbling forward, her long hair nearly covering her deadpan countenance. "Don't you dare hurt my friends. Others are on the way and you will be outnumbered. "

Avalia

@FunnyGuyBoth are good to go. I read through them. You can post them in the character tab. Sorry for the delay.

@hide on mana I read through it. The weapon thing is fine. However, unfortunately, demi-humans do not possess magic so please take out the umbrakinesis. As soon as you do that, you are good to go!

I will post today! C:
CLOSING CHARACTER APPLICATIONS AFTER THESE TWO. CURRENT PLAYERS CAN CREATE ANOTHER CHARACTER IF THEY WISH BUT WE ARE CLOSING CHARACTER APPLICATIONS FROM NEW PLAYERS FOR SOME TIME.

Avalia

Mothhahaha

Elthrael Vol'Kerno ⋆ 33 ⋆ Male ⋆ Forest Fairy

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Appearance

Elthrael's body is quite built like an acrobat rather than a warrior, he seems capable of doing backflips and high jumps. His body bears a couple of scars, most of them are minor however in size. His chest is filled with abs and his overall physique would be regarded as attractive to most.

His hair is well groomed and taken care of, and his skin apart from the scars seem to be nearly spotless. His eyes, wings and height is what puts him apart from most other fairies, some find his eyes hypnotic, while others frown and feel uneasy.

His walk and overall movement is quite graceful, his body language displays confidence and an overly attention to his surroundings. Be it the searching look, the slight sniffing in the air or leaning his head to the side slightly to listen in.

Height:
175cm/5'9ft

Weight:
60kg

Hair Color:
White

Eye Color:
Golden

Skin Tone:
Pale

Brief Clothes Description:
Elthrael wears black boots which has been curled slightly at the tips, his pants are brown in colour, he wears a red sash around his waist, a black undershirt with a lightweight dark grey breastplate over it which is open at the back for his wings. He also wears matching armbraces of same colour. He also wears a sort of pale blue overcoat with a waistcape (neatly tucked under his sash belt).

Charming ⋆ Shrewd ⋆ Steadfast ⋆ Ambitious

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Powerful artifacts
⋆ Seizing power while retaining full control
⋆ Scheming and planning
⋆ Girls/Women
⋆ Seducing, teasing and corrupting others
⋆ Enslaving others to serve him
⋆ To have long conversations
⋆ Irony
⋆ Honorable individuals
⋆ Philosophical discussions
⋆ Loyalty
⋆ Freedom for himself

Dislikes:
⋆ Loud noises
⋆ Authority
⋆ Cold weather
⋆ Aklenroth and necromancy in general
⋆ Destruction of the forests
⋆ Extinction of any species
⋆ Males which are violent to females, outside of fighting.
⋆ Male faeries and leaders of their kind
⋆ Killing of children, unless it can be helped.

Fears:
⋆ Being unable to realize his dreams
⋆ Losing his own free will
⋆ Becoming helpless

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality:


⋆ He's highly sociable and enjoys in starting conversations with allies or enemies alike.
⋆ He's mostly a selfish individual alltogether.
⋆ May be kind to females, but less so towards males.
⋆ He's mainly concerned with keeping himself safe, but will step in to aid a subordinate or ally, or a complete stranger if he thinks he can get amusement or benefits out of doing so.

⋆ Elthrael is a calm individual generally, until someone pushes him beyond the point where he feels comfortable. Such as scarring or wounding him, that's when he becomes more aggressive and ferocious.
⋆ He's very patient, he bides his time and waits if he has to. Though not a stranger to seizing a moment if it presents itself, would a door open for him to gain power and lose nothing, he would seize it.
⋆ Elthrael is neither pure brave or cowardly, he uses poisons, stealth and trickery all which may be considered to be cowardly ways. While at the same time doesn't hide behind others to defend himself, prefering to be facing many of his opponents by himself.
⋆ He seldomly gets nervous or worried, when he does it are matters concerning his own fears. Meaning if hes at the point of death or worse.
⋆ He's as fast as they get, very quick to react to noise and things he sees, such as parrying a blade or dodging a projectile flung at him.


⋆ Elthrael is more intelligent than the average fairy, cunning and shrewd in mind. But he is not on a strategists', prodigy or mastermind's level.
⋆ His charisma and charm is one of his most dangerous tools, as those which lower their guard may be drawn in by his sweet poison.
⋆ He's very humorous, he enjoys irony and very dark humor.
⋆ He's not your regular fairy, and his ambitions would cause some to label him insane, while others might consider him brilliant. It depends on whose watching.
⋆ Elthrael is quite energic, but not in the hyper manner. He enjoys to sit still and plan things out, conserving his energy for when he needs it.

Determined ⋆ Lustful ⋆ Opportunistic

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Background

Occupation
Forest apex predator

Living Immediate Family Members:
None

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Father (Deceased, illness)
Mother (Deceased, killed by orcs)

Current Companions:
None

Current and Past Lover(s):
Unknown

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Loner

History:

I was born, much like any other creature of our beautiful and vast world, to parents which wanted nothing more to have an offspring only because they could, not even pondering on the thought if they should. Thus I came to be, taller than most of my kind, yet that was not the most defining feature which I'd been given.

Wings of darkness. Brown at the outside, yet pitch black on the inside, red and yellow markings within depicting eyes, much like those which I gaze upon people with. This affront, this disfigurement as the common folk saw it, decided it was dark magic. Perhaps it was the wicked and mad lich himself which have had a hand in my creation and cursed my parentage.

So wary and so judgemental be the masses that they in their fear chose to exile us away from the inner workings of the River Kingdom. Further up to the north, towards where the wing river flows, and even further north where the orcs dwell.

I lived in that forest for a long time alongside my parents, my father whom fell to illness when I was a mere child, then my mother found company with another of our kind whose martial prowess within the fairy kingdom had been frowned upon for being too... violent and dirty.

With my father being no longer around, I took lessons from this warrior in the way of the sword and spear, how one would fight with might and speed to attain victory. Victory at whatever cost necessary as long as it does not harry yourself from greater achievements. When my body was weary from the martial training, my mother taught me further in the way of our people. Herbalism, alchemy and of the natural magics all around us.

How one could manipulate it to do ones bidding, but never forget to also care for the forests, for would they be lost so would the power be. To control roots and vines, to produce poisonous barbs, stings and thorns. To create powerful pollen which could carry through the air to inflict blindness, confusion and drowsiness among other useful things to render ones target significantly weakened. For how can you aim, if you cannot see? How can you swing your blade effectively if you cannot even feel your limbs?

Orcs tended to visit the borders of the forests, although in small scouting bands of two to three at a time. My martial teacher easily disposed of many of them, when I was too young to properly fight them I watched him from a safe distance amongst the trees. Watch and learn. Til I was old enough to partake in the gardening buisness myself, plucking these bad greens out myself.

His way of fighting was ruthless, yet very effective. The orcs whom prefered to rely on large powerful weapons, tough armors yet with gaps open for a sharp pointed blade or a cutting slash, could not land much of a hit upon him. The losses of the scouts must have been stacking up, as larger parties began to visit the forest.

Then came the day where a large enough orc force waded through the forest and came across our huts, they killed my teacher and my mother, ransacked the place and put it to the torch. I hunted down every last one of them. Til I could peel off the fear from their chieftain's heart, bit by bit. He swung his enourmous axe towards me, my step was swift and my blade was sharp, I struck the fool in his armpit and he toppled over like the trees his ilk had cut down. Ironic that he would meet the same fate.

Home is where your close ones are, yet if you have none. Where is then your home? I left that forest behind, after the burial of my mother and teacher, for nothing remained for me there. The only path onwards is forwards, and like that I came to wander. With no place being home.

I found my refuge in the darkest parts of the forests, amongst other creatures which soon came to realize the pecking order was not in their favor. Elves, fellow fairies and other beings ocassionally came along my path, it was at such moments I learnt that my appearance, which had originally caused my parents and I to become exiled had become more... refined.

Females of my kind, but not limited only my kind, found attraction in my unusual appearance, my speech and words. Some of it I learnt from my teacher, whom was quite the scoundrel, as he was capable of drawing the attention of my mother who was a very headstrong one, his skills were quite noticable. Even whilst I now claim, I have surpassed him quite the bit in that regard. Then ofcourse there were also males, most of them wanted to hunt me down, thinking that I was the hart and they were the hunter. The fools soon realized they were in error, and fled away screaming in terror.

Their prey became a predator, one which they could not hope to harry or trap. There was also other outcasts which sometimes made their way into the forest borders, to ambush travelling merchants. These often killed the merchants and were too busy plundering their belongings to notice that they had been stabbed from behind. Oh pity. But it would have been a waste to let good weaponry, food and clothing, to name a few things... to go to waste so I helped myself to their ill-gotten gains, and the merchant's 'fee' for passing the forest.

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:
⋆ Quick on ground and air
⋆ Expert sword and spearman
⋆ Keen senses (Scent, hearing, sight.)

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Weakness to loud noises and powerful scent based attacks
⋆ Vulnerable to cold
⋆ Lightweight

Subspecies:
Forest Fairy

Best Abilities:
Chlorokinesis, his healing skills are not as developed. His Zoolingualism is non-existant.

@Dezuel

Accepted! He has a very unique and interesting personality that sets him apart from the rest.

Avalia

Would there by chance be room for me as well? I'm quite intrigued by this and would love to join.

@Tae

Yes that's alright! C:

Avalia

Time: Past Midnight
Location:Near River Kingdom
Interactions:@MissCapnCrunch@Alivefalling@Jamesyco

Risa was so grateful for Dionaea's comfort. She hugged her and smiled at her, sighing as well. "You have a habit of being right all the time. I love you." She wiped her tears and hurried after her and Hades as they made their way to the human. It was hard to push the elves' deaths out of her mind but she knew she had to manage it. This was the biggest adventure they had ever been on. She knew as long as she had her friend by her side, they'd be okay.

Howls filled the night, prompting Dionaea to state that they had to get there first. The hairs on Risa's neck stood up. The sound of wolves hunting someone or something down was all too familiar. What they had done was clearly no secret. She wondered if someone had ratted them out or if Aklenroth's followers had known all along. It began to sink in at that moment that they may have put themselves in real danger, more than they had ever been in before. She glanced forward at her canine companion, who glanced over his shoulder back at her, sensing her unease. He did not give her any words, seeming on edge himself. She had never seen him look at her the way he had. He was very afraid.

Hades came to a stop in a small patch of grass where a figure lay. Risa slowed, tilting her head. She had never seen a metal suit like that before. As her vision adjusted to the sight before her, the wounds and blood became visible. A gasp escaped her lips. Her instinct kicked in and she hurried to his side, kneeling in the grass which tickled her bare legs. She took the man's hand. The poor thing was badly hurt. Healing was her specialty but she had never healed someone this injured before. Dionaea was not the best healer and could not aid her, better suited to stand guard and protect them until they could get moving again."It's okay, sweetie. I am here now and I will heal your ailments. " She comfortingly caressed the man's cheek with her other hand softly to comfort him. She took a deep breath.

I can do this. She assured herself.

Sparkles of energy moved over his wounds and breaks as she squeezed his hand. A faint, golden aura was surrounding her hand. The skin began to regenerate and his broken bones began to align. It was probably a discomforting process so she squeezed his hand a bit tighter to let him know she was there. Her gaze traveled across his features curiously. Humans looked so much similar to creatures in their world. She had always assumed they would be very different looking. He was just like them. "Dionaea, if we change his clothes and hide his ears behind his hair, we can blend him in." His human smell would be a problem still. They would have to find a way to mask it. The more she concentrated on healing, the drowsier she felt. The human was indeed healing but it was not a quick process.

Risa. This may be too dangerous. If we leave the human now, we might be able to escape. You are paling already and we are being pursued. There is not enough time. Hades' voice filled her head. She shook her head immediately, "No way! I'm not leaving him to die."

A soft whimper came from Hades and he moved over to Kyran, biting his pant-leg gently to pull him out as if to beg him to reason with the girls. Risa did not yet notice him, fixated on the human. He would be completely healed soon.

Avalia

Time: Midnight
Location:Near River Kingdom
Interactions:@MissCapnCrunch

The cool, wet grass felt so good between Risa's toes with each step her feet pecked the ground as she ran. Her long hair billowed out behind her as she moved through the trees. She was wearing a rather simple, thin and flowy white dress that reached the middle of her thighs. The warm air caressed her skin comfortably. Risa hated the humidity so she was grateful it was rather nice tonight. She did not want to sweat waterfalls in front of the elves. They were judgmental, to say the least.

It had taken a lot of barging into conversations and eavesdropping to get some knowledge on rebels. They were not usually very open with the information, especially with younger creatures. Only ones who had always known and trusted each other seemed to be involved but Dionaea and she managed. They were in and trusted within the underground. How they had got there was a story for another time.

Dionaea was right with her, running along to their destination. She had been hesitant to drag her into the mess with her but they were partners in crime, always sneaking off together. They drove their protective, demi-human friend Kyran crazy with their antics. She knew better than to let him on what they were doing tonight. This topped everything they had ever done. Her mother would have had a heart attack if she knew.

For some reason, that made it all the more exciting. She stole glances over at her dear friend with an excited grin, hoping she'd share her sentiment. They were almost there.

Finally, she came to a halt near a small spring. So little people came here that it was never named. There was a decent-sized waterfall there, a gentle cascade that had a mellow sound. "This way. " She said to Dionaea in a hushed voice, taking her hand. She moved through the spring, which came to about knee-length and through the waterfall, which hid a dark cave. The light of a fire could be seen from the end of the cave, flickering. The silhouettes of about three elves were visible.

"I can't believe you invited fairies." A voice echoed down the cave, "And female ones at that!"

Another elf retorted in their defense, "We can trust them. I've been talking to them a while and they're dedicated to the cause. Plus, they can cover ground faster with their wings." Risa recognized him and recalled his name being Polan.

"Well, they could have at-least come on time! We only have two minutes!"

"Fairies are late to everything!"The third one exclaimed, the eye-roll practically audible in her tone.

Risa made a face. Elves always came off condescending to her but she tried not to be as judgmental as they often were. "See the best in people, okay? They might like us once they get to know us."She advised Dionaea, slowly moving forward with her. "Hey, guys... Sorry, we're late. We really did come as fast as we could."

There were two males and a female. The fire seemed to be coming from the torch the female was holding. They glanced over at them, the un-named male whistling with delight at them. "Hubba, hubba."

"Oh no problem, ladies. You're right on time. We're about to do it... No one followed you, right?" Polan greeted them.

Risa shook her head in reply. She kept ahold of Dionaea's hand as she moved over to look at the machine. It was more technical-looking than Risa had ever seen. There were so many pretty buttons. "Oh wow... It's real..." Older fairies had often told Risa that humans were a myth and that there was never a way to change dimensions. Risa had never been sure, figuring they just wanted her to stop daydreaming. There was no way to deny it anymore. There was a real DROM in front of her.

"You bet your little wings it's real." Polan told her with a grin, "This baby is gonna hopefully bring us some real, live humans. You remember the plan?"

"Yes! Dionaea and I are going to go look for humans straight away, flying above the trees to get a better look. We should feel a sense of where the magical energy is." Risa recited excitedly. She wanted so badly to make a difference and do something against Aklenroth and now this was her chance.

"Thatta girl. Ready, everyone? It's midnight."He pressed a button and the ground immediately began to tumultuously shake, sending Polan forward onto the machine. The rocks around them seemed to have gain minds of their own as they bounced.

Risa clumsily fell over on her behind with a yelp while the other two elves fell forward. The noise of cracking made her gaze fixate on the ground a few feet in front of her. It began to crack open, the machine, rocks, and the elves falling through into a dark abyss. She jumped to her feet and began to hover, knowing Dionaea would most likely do the same. She flew downward after the elves with panic, managing to grab the hand of Polan. It had all happened so fast that she couldn't have grabbed the other ones.

"Polan! I got you! Don't worry!" Risa cried. She struggled to fly upward with him. Instead, she was slowly moving downward with his weight.

Polan looked up at her with fear, watching his hand slowly slip from Risa's grasp. He was only going to drag the fairy with him and he knew she'd be too stubborn to let him die. "Risa! You have to let me go. " She shook her head wildly, trying to fly upward with him. Her wings were fluttering as fast as a hummingbird digging into a tree. It was starting to become painful and her heart was hammering. "You and Dionaea must go find the humans! GO! NOW! Or it'll all be for nothing!" He purposely let go of her hand, falling into the blackness.

"No!"Risa tried her best to try to grab him again but he had fallen so quickly. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she wheezed, winded from all the effort, "Oh no, no... I'm so sorry..." She reluctantly flew up higher to Dionaea's side, resting her face in her hands. "I let him die. I'm so sorry." She clearly was a bit distracted from the mission and needed to get some sense knocked into her.

Risa, Dionaea. You have put yourselves in so much danger tonight. I am disappointed.

She raised her head from her hands to see the brown wolf seated by the edge. She should have figured Hades snuck after them. "Oh great. Hades, please don't tell on us."

Hades got up on all fours, telling them simply in reply, I have located an injured human. Follow me.

Avalia

If you want to be involved in the rift-opening, you may.
Otherwise, you may skip to the morning if you want to begin the next day and open however you want. If human, react to being brought into this world at midnight.

Time: Midnight
Location: In the woods of the peninsula west of Sun Elf Village.
Interactions: None

The night's warm embrace could not comfort Malachi as he moved through the unmarked path, shrubbery scratching him through the thin sleeves of his shirt with every step. The stars were the only thing to illuminate his path under the dark canopy of the sky. The trees were taller in this area with wide trunks, giving him ample area to conceal himself with his movements. There were no leaves to add crunch to his steps yet he took extra precaution to make himself as invisible as possible, tip-toeing his way to the shore.

No one traveled this far south of Sun Elf Village. There was normally nothing here but woods. Malachi found some assurance in that idea but what he, and others were doing tonight, was as dangerous and risky as it could get. Elves and others across the country who were apart of a un-named secret circle of rebels had all agreed to finally turn on the remaining DROMs at the stroke of midnight for five seconds. It was very underground and lowkey, mostly older creatures involved who had been in contact for years, far and short distances. It only took one spy or double-agent among them to have Aklenroth aware of their plan tonight. There were only six DROMs in existence and he couldn't believe he had possession of one of them. He had hidden the machine here days before this.

Dimensional-rift-opening-machines still had the same problem for the most part. If successful, the human could appear anywhere. Worse, animals or furniture from Earth could appear instead of humans. It was a huge gamble. The human once brought over could have disgust from being pulled from their dimension and spite them anyway. Everyone was desperate and grasping at straws here. There was only so long they could all pretend what was happening was okay. Aklenroth, for sure, had despicable plans for the future and they had not yet seen the worst of him.

The moonlight illuminated the blonde elf in a blueish overlay as he stepped out of the woods and onto the sand. The earthen tone of sand was muted under the night hue. His red cloak danced in the wind behind him as he looked out to the sparkling sea. The warm water lapped over his boots, fizzing and bubbling. Malachi's DROM had something others did not. It had taken him years but he managed to install an indicator into the machine that would pinpoint the location of whatever came through the rift that was created. Not only that, but he had a unique method of transportation very few elves got their hands on.

For a few moments, Malachi was not sure he would come. The beast eventually came into view as it seemed to appear out of the midnight sky, each flap of his great wings audible. He crash-landed on to the sand in front of Malachi, his silverly blue scales glistening in the light. Marion was not a very large dragon, nor a great lander either, but he meant a lot to Malachi. Dragons had mostly stuck to Daka Island. Much Avalia was wooded and did not have ample space enough for dragons. There were plains and fields scattered but dragons enjoyed the cold nonetheless and the company of demons and dark elves. Luckily, Marion was special. His egg had been for sale for consumption in the black market. Some peculiar folk delighted in dragon meat. Malachi had bought him and raised him, having been lonely but hesitant for deep relationships after the loss he endured. Due to his size, Malachi had to live out in a plain in the middle of nowhere, quite close to this area and even then, they traveled very often.

Malachi rested his hand on the snout of the dragon with the slightest smile curving his lips. "Are you ready, Marion?" The dragon answered with a nod of his head. Marion was quite understanding of Malachi but actual communication had not seemed possible for them.

Turning on his heels, he moved over to a bush and began to break branches to get a good view of his secret machine. It was a two-foot-tall metal box with an electronic display and several buttons. He began to work his magic, turning it on just as the clock struck twelve. The ground shook beneath him, an earthquake beginning. It was intense, perhaps the ground splitting beneath them in some areas. Maybe it had not been so wise for them all to start the DROMS at once. He clutched the machine to steady himself, fear and nausea gripping his body. This hadn't been done in so many years. This could all go wrong.

In each area that a rift was opened, a large crack in what seemed to be reality itself would open. The same would appear on Earth as whatever nearby would be sucked through like wormholes. He gave it five seconds. The others had all agreed to only keep it open for five seconds. Rather frantically, he started to slam the machine off with wide eyes. Luckily a map of Avalia appeared right away as well as a red circle indicating the area of the massive burst of energy. "Okay... Okay... That's right here actually." Malachi was not one to talk to himself often but the pressure was definitely on tonight. He may have had the location but there were five other potential openings in which they had no idea where they occurred.

He scrambled over to Marion and climbed on his back. Marion was luckily already saddled.

"Let's go find our human."

Avalia

My second, and main character. I liked the character, didn't like the layout much, but eh, it works.

Inori Lunaris

🌀 Height
💎 Four feet.

🌀 Weight
💎 Thirty pounds.

🌀 Hair Color
💎 Blue, with a hint of black.

🌀 Skin Tone
💎 Blue.

🌀 Clothes
💎 Inori tends towards rather simple attires, despite the fact that he hails from an aristrocraitc background.
💎 One thing that appears to remain, however, is the small cloak Inori always wears over his shoulders, along with his house's ruby-red stone holding it in place.
💎 Typically, Lunaris wear vesta, along with a thin shirt, beneath.
💎 His brown, fingerless gloves have, as far as others can tell, always been a part of his arsenal.
💎 Inori variates between baggy pants, and baggy shorts, where the latter tend to be more comfortable.

🌀 Body
💎 Being a demon, Inori has a rather exotic appearance.
💎 He appears reptilian, clearly, with a pair of horns atop his head, and a long, slender tail on his lower back.
💎 Incredibly thin, and slender, Inori weighs a meager thirty pounds.
💎 He stands at an impressive four feet.
💎 Atop his fingers and toes, Inori has small, blue claws.
💎 His eyes, in contrast to his otherwise blue theme, are red.
💎 Inori's body appears to be without blemishes, tattoos or scars.
💎 He typically wears loosely fitting, comfortable clothes.
💎 Like a true demon, he does not mind showing skin.
💎 Though he appears reptilian, Inori's skin is soft and warm to the touch.
💎 He does not seem to have wings, which is a feature people often associate with demonic entities.
💎 When using his powers, which is rather frequently, Inori is surrounded by blue, glittering energy.
💎 Inori is generally seen with accessories such as gems and trinkets hanging from his clothes.

💎 Where he appears to look rather androgynous to non-demons, Inori's voice follows along the same theme.
💎 A creature other than those familiar with demonic entities, could not possibly identify his gender, from a glance.
💎 Inori sounds very melodic when he speaks, and has a relaxed, laid back and soft voice.
💎 He seems to be surrounded by the scent of flowers, which is a natural pheromone.
💎 Beneath the moonlight, his skin and hair can be seen glimmering, as if reflecting the light.
💎 Inori has four fingers on each hand and four toes.
💎 Rowing his mouth are several sharp, shark-like teeth.

💎 It is common to believe that most, if not all demons retain an aura of absolute terror, but those close to Inori will likely find themselves in a state of confusion.
💎 Where his scent, his presence, and his personality carries with it a pleasant approach, he is still a demon, which will likely cause people to be cautious around him.

💎 Inori's blood is blue, and appears as if liquid diamonds, when the sun does not rear its ugly head.
💎 If under the sun, Inori appears paler, and he clearly does not enjoy it.


🌀 Likes
💎 Shiny things.
💎 Pretty things.
💎 Chaos.
💎 Mischief.
💎 Adventuring.
💎 Being places he shouldn't.
💎 Debating.
💎 Philosophy.
💎 Cooking.
💎 Eating pastries.
💎 Flowers.
💎 Animals.

🌀 Dislikes
💎 Vulgarity.
💎 Blandness.
💎 Passivity.
💎 Demons.
💎 Undead.
💎 His family.
💎 Vegetables.
💎 Humans.
💎 The sun.

🌀 Fears
💎 His sister.
💎 Light magic.

🌀 Sexuality
💎 Homogay.

🌀 Personality
💎 Inori is self-sufficient.
💎 He is curious, probably too curious.
💎 Bravery would be a fitting trait, for this demon.
💎 Like most of his species, he is not above pulling a prank, or two.
💎 Inori is easily distracted.
💎 Though he can be sweet, Inori is generally quite sassy.
💎 Impulsive. Inori is very impulsive.
💎 Somewhat of a hopeless romantic, Inori is not above speaking in poetic terms.
💎 He is lazy, very lazy.
💎 Inori can often be found sleeping in weird places. Inori loves sleeping.
💎 He loves chaos, and would not dream of denying the fact.
💎 Though he looks cute and harmless, Inori is rather aggressive.
💎 Perhaps less so than many of his people, Inori does somewhat see other races as lesser.
💎 Inori considers creatures without magic savage neanderthals.
💎 He loves singing.
💎 Adventuring is not only fun, but also somewhat of an addiction.
💎 Staying in one place for too long makes Inori restless.
💎 He demands good table manners.
💎 Inori is viciously blunt.
💎 He thinks humans are entertaining, almost like dancing monkeys.

💎 While Inori is a unique individual, there are many demonic features that shine through, at times.
💎 He is quick to enter a fight, and has incredibly passionate reactions to stimuli, even if he does not show it.
💎 Other species are below him, and that is just a sad fact.
💎 Of course, he does not proclaim this for others to hear.
💎 Inori knows that his cuteness is an asset, and he uses it.

🌀 Empathy
💎 Depending on who is concerns, Inori's reactions can be rather extreme.
💎 Someone who annoys him, Inori will more than likely leave to their demise, in a situation leading to death.
💎 Those he like, Inori will try his hardest to save.
💎 He does not think ahead, too far, as his opinion on a person will lead to an outcome, rather than a logical deduction.

🌀 Reactions
💎 Despite everything, Inori is incredibly laid back.
💎 He rarely, if ever, reacts in a bombastic manner.
💎 Rather, his reactions are subtle.
💎 He does not jump into a fight screaming, he does it quietly, and with professionalism.
💎 Inori balances a cold heart, with a very passionate soul.

🌀 Mental Stats
Intellect
💎💎🌀🌀🌀

Wits
💎💎💎💎🌀

Composure
💎💎🌀🌀🌀

Wisdom
💎💎🌀🌀🌀

Reasoning
💎💎🌀🌀🌀

Mental Acuteness
💎💎🌀🌀🌀


🌀 Occupation
💎 Wanderer.

🌀 Living Family Members
💎 Father
✨ Lord Sanguine Lunaris.
✨ A high ranking demon in the Lich's army.
✨ A master mage, and feared commander of the dread legion.

💎 Sister
✨ Lady Crystal Lunaris.
✨ Her father's right hand, and powerful military leader.
✨ An incredibly powerful mage, and warrior.

🌀 Dead Family Members
💎 Mother
✨ Lady Tempest Lunaris.
✨ A once leading commander of the Lich's army, but died in combat.

🌀 Current Companions
💎 (Open for whoever).

🌀 Current and Past Lovers
💎 Inori had a lover, briefly, in secret.
💎 He is still in the closet.
💎 This was further elevated when his lover died, serving the Lich.

🌀 Group Status
💎 Inori works well in a group, as long as he likes the group.
💎 He will actively seek to aid those he feels are worthy of friendship, and disregard the rest.
💎 This includes life or death situations.

🌀 History
💎 (Most of this will be revealed through the RP).
💎 Inori hails from a powerful family of demonic mages.
💎 Everyone in the family appears to have been born attuned to different forms of magic.
💎 However, all of the magical powers the Lunaris family members are attuned to, are in some way related to night and the moon.
💎 This family have served the Lich for countless years, which included Inori.
💎 It was after Inori's lover died beneath the Lich's command, that he began reevaluating the scenario.

💎 Though it all accumulated due to a very selfish reason, loss was what caused Inori to look back at his position as a royal soldier.
💎 His mother's passing never caused the same effect, because they were never close.
💎 However, the lover Inori knew was someone he had felt closer to, than anyone.
💎 After the passing of his beloved, Inori secluded himself from others, in an attempt to find his place.
💎 This was what finally shifted his focus in another direction, which in turn, after a falling out with his family, lead to Inori's desertion.
💎 The process was anything but glamorous, and needless to say, Inori is now branded a war criminal and a traitor.
💎 A year has passed since he left, and took on the mantle of a wanderer.
💎 He has taken on odd jobs, working as a freelancer to earn a living, which was quite the shift from his previously luxurious life.
💎 Though he has considered taking up arms against the army of undead, he has yet to make that final decision.
💎 Fear is the natural cause of this, as he doesn't want to face his father, and especially not his sister.



🌀 Astral Arsenal

🔮 Inori is able to create and telekinetically control magical weapons which he summons.
🔮 This ability has required him to practice a shape which comes most naturally to him, and for Lunaris, this is the spear.
🔮 With this ability, Lunaris is able to conjure forth ethereal spears which he can launch at opponents like projectiles.
🔮 Inori can summon a maximum of twenty spears at once.
🔮 If he aims to use a spear in more creative ways, he must maintain his focus on a single creation and cannot conjure forth more in the meantime.
🔮 Currently, each spear mimics the effects of an actual metal polearm, without any supernatural additions.
🔮 Inori often sits on one of his spears, and floats around on it.

🌀 Spellcasting - Ethereal Manfestations

🔮 Where Inori's innate power to conjure ethereal weapons are his main source of offensive and defensive capabilities, Inori is able to cast spells.
🔮 Inori uses these spells solely as utility-based tools.
🔮 Just like his powers, the spells Inori are able to cast revolve around manifesting ethereal constructs.

🌀 Aesthetics

🔮 All of Inori's innate powers appear in a ghostly hue of blue.
🔮 All of Inori's spells appear in a ghostly hue of red.
🔮 When using his innate powers, Inori's hands are surrounded by a glimmering, blue aura.
🔮 When he uses his spells, his hands are surrounded by an identical but red aura.

🌀 Weaknesses
❌ Being a demon, Inori is very weak to light based magic.
❌ Inori's minuscule size might be cute, but it comes at a price.
❌ He is incredibly weak, far weaker than most other species.
❌ Due to this, his physical strength is laughable.
❌ Inori cannot wear armor.
❌ Other than the weight itself, there is another issue.
❌ Wearing too much metal gets in the way of his magic, which will prevent him from using it.
❌ Magical suppression is deadly, for Inori.
❌ Being a creature entirely composed of magic, areas with a suppression field will slowly kill him, as if draining him of air.
❌ Inori cannot swim.
❌ Beneath direct sunlight, his eyes hurt and his skin feels itchy.
❌ This causes discomfort and will prevent him from casting spells successfully, but does not affect his innate powers.
❌ Inori's magical abilities, both innate and spellcasting, are limited to the theme of ethereal creations.
❌ He cannot cast magic of another sort.
❌ Currently, all of Inori's creations, both his spears and his spells mimic the same structural integrity as their mundane counterparts.

@Shard

Inori is well-done. Accepted!

Avalia

Hope this is good, tell me if you have any issues.

Rei Ilios Sunderland

Rei Ilios Sunderland ⋆ 24 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

Appearance

Height:

5'9"

Weight:

135 lbs

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Amber

Skin Tone:

Pale-ish

Brief Clothes Description:

Rei dons ill-fitting and loose hoodies with slack jeans. He usually doesn't mind if his clothes fit well on his person. An item is consistent with his wardrobe a silver ring necklace. Other than that, he wears whatever gives him the most comfort. An additional note is that he wears socks and sandals, partly due to the comfort, partly cause of the stigma.

Adaptability ⋆ Awkward ⋆ Persistent ⋆ Problem solver ⋆ Unbiased

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Riddles
⋆ Coffee
⋆ Programming
⋆ Keeping fit
⋆ Comfortable silence
⋆ Tinkering with objects to find out how they work

Dislikes:

⋆ Heat
⋆ Parents
⋆ Debugging
⋆ Unrealistic expectations
⋆ Keeping still for long periods of time
⋆ Too much noise (party setting, concerts, etc)
⋆ When his focus gets interrupted

Fears:

⋆ Thunder
⋆ Being restrained
⋆ Losing the silver-ring memento
⋆ Being unable to make his own choices

Sexuality:

Demisexual

Personality:

Though Rei considers himself in the middle, he definitely leans more into 'introverted' but gets along cordially enough with others in team settings (offices and such). He has a tendency to speak his mind, leading to more than a few issues with him and higher-ups in the past. However he is fairly sociable in an average sort of way, if a bit sarcastic/sardonic and cold/aloof at times. He is kinder than he makes himself out to be, usually giving others a helping hand, albeit complaining all the while. Empathy is a major proponent to his growth, not wanting to turn into his parents. Rei always tries to put himself in others shoes and helps them more than he should, even to his own detriment at times. Though this only extends if the individual themselves wants to improve, as he believes that you can't help those who can't help themselves.

Rei is calm and cool, not letting others see what's boiling on the inside. Adversely he can be rather impatient when it comes to certain things, this ties in with his anxiety, as the longer he has to wait the more anxious he gets in particular situations- usually repeating the situation in his mind over and over until it doesn't resemble the situation at all. Rei himself doesn't know if he's brave or cowardly, as he's lived a life of relative safeness, presuming cowardice. Though when push comes to shove, he is braver than he lets on. He can respond to situations with good speed, being used to different problems and situations occurring in his line of work, he basically puts out fires as they occur.

Graduating with a bachelors in Computer Science (was working on masters), he is fairly book-smart. Is he a mastermind? Likely not, but he can read the hell out of a book and grasp concepts and theories at a good speed. He trends towards a realism more than the other two extremes. Rei's not particularly too charismatic or uncharismatic, getting along with others well enough, but finds it hard to make lasting friends. It might be due to his relatively sarcastic and dry humour, which is partly a coping mechanism for him in high stress situations. He always seems tired and unenergetic, giving off that aura even when he tries not to be.

Bitter ⋆ Lonesome ⋆ Independent

Background

Occupation

Senior Software Developer

Living Immediate Family Members:

- Allan Sunderland (Father)
- Tessa Sunderland (Mother)

Dead Immediate Family Members:

- Liam Sunderland (Brother)

Current Companions:

N/A

Current and Past Lover(s):

None

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

New to the world and hence a loner

History:

Born to Allan and Tessa Sunderland, his youth was filled with and outline and studying- like his life had already been planned out for him. Rei could not do anything he liked actually doing, he was severely beat and locked in his room if he received anything less than perfect. He was always compared to his brother- Liam, the seemingly perfect and incandescent son. Though Rei knew what was bubbling underneath the surface, he was a drug addict that could not cope with his parents expectations, usually stealing Rei's belongings for money. Rei tried to help him as much as he could, but his brother just refused to reach out at all, eventually he was found in his room, a noose around his neck. Before his death, Liam gave him his silver-ring necklace as an heirloom. Though his relationship with his brother was rocky, he kept it close to him at all times.

His brother's death broke Rei, but more-so his parents though not for sentimental reasons. His parents were devastated that their golden-child was gone, seeming to care more of their reputation with the community than their actual child being dead. This disgusted Rei immensely. They internalized that it was Rei's fault and their expectations tripled. He was the only child left, and his parents didn't seem to realize what caused his brother's eventual death. Rei was a stand-in for his deceased brother but was treated worse.

At the age of 16 he couldn't handle his parents ire any longer, falling into bouts of depression between their bickering, beatings and expectations. Rei ran away from home, his parents were blindsided as Rei never let it show- he never gave them the satisfaction. It was difficult for a few years, he jumped from homeless shelter to homeless shelter until he found a part-time job. Eventually finding his footing and studying courses on computer science on a scholarship. He essentially had to juggle two part-time jobs and studying to maintain his small apartment and university fees. Rei received money in the mail from an unknown sender, but refused to touch it, always just chucking it into a corner of his room untouched.

Eventually he graduated and landed a job as a software developer at a small firm, building the first few relationships he's ever had. Even managing to open up to a few close friends. His life finally seemed stable until something dragged him somewhere else.

Aerokineses ⋆ Fit ⋆ Combat Naivety

Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆ Kept himself fit with Brazilian Jiu Jitsu
⋆ Capable Runner
⋆ Decent at Freerunning

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ Not at all used to weapons
⋆ Naivety in combat - has not been in many real combat situations, always been in controlled environments.
⋆ Random stretches of migraines when stressed for long periods of time (Usually uses medication for this).

Ability on Avalia:

Aerokinesis

@Inertia

You did a beautiful job! Accepted and feel free to join the discord if you haven't already!