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My First Horror-Adventure Anime Interest Check

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Avalia

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

Risa was vaguely aware of being scooped up. Through hazy vision, she noticed Kyran's blue eyes looking down at her as he told her they weren't going to leave her behind. He had changed back from his fox form. She smiled at him. She was so happy he was safe. She was really lucky to have such good friends. Still, she worried that she'd weigh them down. The fire was starting to spread through the forest, making her heart-ache. She wanted to stop the fight and make sure all the animals were safe!

She laid her head weakly on Kyran's chest, absolutely drained. A squeeze on her arm made her glance over to see Dionaea. She too assured her that they wouldn't leave her. She smiled and managed to take her hand and give it a gentle squeeze. Her eyes traveled to the wound on Dionaea's leg and quickly began trying to heal it without hesitation. "I got your back."She whispered to her. The dark elf that been attacking started to threaten Kyran, promising torture for them in the future. Terror filled her. Risa had no idea what she had been truly signing up for by trying to help the light elves. She was willing to risk her lives but now Kyran's and Dionaea's lives?

Dionaea started speaking to the human again after the dark elf seemed to leave. The human started speaking strange words, moving her under his shield and trying to proceed to a "Bastion" whilst lighting the forest aflame. "No don't light it on fire! He's gon-"Risa began to protest but her eyes rolled back and she collapsed very suddenly. Trying to heal Dionaea was clearly the last straw before her body insisted on rest.

Fairies came fluttering with tools and water to the site as they were departing, their wings working quickly as they hastily arrived to try to put out the fire. Hades jumped in front of the four, looking like rather exhausted himself. He had come back as quick as he could with reinforcement. Many male fairies had come with weapons, ready to fight. It was clear Hades had spilled some beans. He looked toward Dionaea with saddened eyes. His brown fur was wet, indicating he had run through streams and such, taking shortcuts where he could.

Dionaea. I had to tell them. I apologize. Someone notified Aklenroth of your betrayal and you're wanted for treason. Risa's mother has instructed me to lead you all to a secret location. Have them all follow me to this home. She has left a basket of food. Your parents most likely are aware of this.

(Dionaea can lead them all after Hades to this home for rest and we can skip to morning. You may continue the night if you so wish.)

Time: After Midnight
Location: Forest of the peninsula of the Sun Elf Village
Interactions:@Potter@Tae@Inertia@Alivefalling

Malachi was holding on tight to the saddle on his dragon as they made their way. He had his head hanging over the side, trying to look for anything unusual. Sure enough, there was a fire-breathing, menacing Dracolich up ahead. He could not say he had ever quite seen that before. Could it be possible there were actual humans underneath it? He watched as the Dracolich maneuvered dangerously low into a clearing to blow fire into the woods, pursuing some sort of prey.

Before he could come up with a reaction, Marion swooped down into a small field so fast and suddenly that Malachi could not help but go tumbling into the grass below. He rolled over, his head aching, the ground beneath him feeling like it was quaking yet again. His bow was jabbing in his back uncomfortably and some arrows had spilled out of his quiver. It took him a moment to recover, pushing himself up on his palms. The severity of the situation went through his mind like a strike of lightning, allowing his body to react similarly as he scrambled to his feet, rushing to collect his arrows. He brushed the dirt off his clothes with mild disgust as he glanced up in the sky. That crazy dragon was throwing himself into battle with the Dracolich. Was he suicidal?

It all started to make sense when a female elf started to run toward him, probably about to run past him in her panic. A male and female were following behind her. Normally, his first thought would be that they were all foolish to think they could outrun a Dracolich, but that's why Marion had thrown himself at it. To be fair, he was probably protecting Malachi since the creature couldn't have been possibly able to think this far and understand this much. This was their only chance to get away. He took in the appearance of the male and female. Their ears were not pointed and their clothes were ridiculous. These were definitely humans. The mission had been successful against all odds.

For it to continue to be successful, they'd have to continue running away. This meant Malachi had to let the dragon essentially sacrifice itself. Marion was a strong boy but he had grown up tame and under kind care, unlike the rough and violent upbringing of most dragons in the Daka region. Malachi felt his heart ache. It was too late. Marion had made his choice and they had no time to go back. "Humans! Elf girl! Keep running and we shall escape. I will introduce myself soon after."

Memories filled his mind as he began to run with them. The sweet little silver face that had peaked out between the cracks of his egg. That image was forever edged in his mind even though it had been four years since then. It hurt to think he might perish so young. It had been so long since he had come to care for something since his family.

I'm sorry, my good friend. Your sacrifice will not be in vain.

Avalia

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

Risa stared in astonishment for a moment as the human seemed to summon a shield and sword made out of the earth itself. It was true! Humans did possess powerful abilities. There was hope. She did not quite understand what he was going on about but it sounded honorable. He seemed to have a very heroic and brave personality. Perhaps they had lucked out with him. A wall of chevron appeared in the way and Risa craned her neck, glancing up at its height in awe. He had yelled some strange words that had also confused Dionaea, prompting her to repeat them. Risa liked the sound of his words. "Oooh. Deus Vult! Yeah!" She cheered, having no idea what she was saying.

"You are doing amazing, hun!"She encouraged Jean, "I know this must be all so scary so please be proud of yourself."

Xenelith had seemed less than pleased with Risa's words and was ready to strike her for them. Dionaea joined at her side, boldly standing up to the elf. She never gave up and the two of them often encouraged each other to be positive even in the worst situations. She was doing so great and Risa was very proud of her friend. Everyone was being so courageous. Risa was a bit jealous. There was no use lying to herself. She was growing fearful. Her vision was doubling as if she had been drinking in Roshmi. The fatigue felt like a boulder weighing her down. Not only was there a human here, but Kyran and Dionaea were both present. She cared about them so much and she was not sure she could heal them right now if they needed, or even help defend them. However, she kept a stoic face. If they caught on to her certainty slipping, theirs would also and it would risk them all even more.

She had been about to flinch, feeling a bit too weak to throw herself out of the way of Xenelith's oncoming attack when he seemed to get distracted. A female voice screamed bloody-murder, making Risa stumble in surprise. She glanced over at the speaker. It was another human. The poor girl was terrified! Risa wanted to move over to aid her but she didn't want to leave Dionaea, Kyran and the rock-summoning human.
Risa noticed roots attacking the dark elf and sending him into a tree. For a moment, she had assumed it was Dionaea but then she noticed another fairy. It was a male fairy and she recognized him. People had pointed out his peculiar appearance often.

The elf whistled and wolves emerged, causing Risa to backtrack. "It doesn't have to be this way. Why can't we just talk a little more?" She tried to reason with the elf uselessly, her violet eyes wide. She did not get to see where the wolves were going before one was tackling her to the grass. She hit the ground, her vision blackening for a split second from the impact. Her eyes fluttered open to the sight of a snout in her face and loud growling, drool nearly spilling from between his very sharp teeth.

Sweet creature, I don't want to hurt you. Please have mercy.

Risa swallowed heavily. It felt as if she had just swallowed an entire rock. She was frozen with fear and too weak to properly think. She truly did hate to hurt animals. She saw the wolf biting Dionaea out of the corner of her eye and inhaled in fear. She began to creep back on her elbows, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She tried to jump to her feet but animal grabbed onto her thigh, giving her a pretty deep bite. A cry of pain escaped her lips but the attention of both her and the wolf was stolen by another voice. "Look out!" Risa heard the voice of the female who had just had screamed. Flames seemed to cover the fur of the wolf out of nowhere, distracting it enough for him to let go of her. She took the opportunity to scramble to her feet, thankful to the kind girl. Risa swore to repay her and help the girl but it seemed like the other male fairy was aiding her.

Pain shot up her thigh and she felt blood trickle down leg under her skirt. She tried to pay it no mind as she fixated her gaze on Dionaea, thankfully finding that she had dealt with her attacker. She could not quite see how Kyran was fairing. She felt her knees crumble as she found herself back in the grass. The wolf probably would attack her soon again once it recovered. Trying to fly would probably result in her crash-landing approximately one minute after taking off. She could hear Dionaea, urging them to leave but she was sure she'd faint any moment now. "I'm so sorry, Dionaea. You may have to retreat without me. " She started to cough, smoke masking her vision as she became aware of the fire spreading to the grass around them, "Please help the others escape! I'll be alright."

Avalia

Winged Hussar

Grzegorz Spadkobierca Kur ⋆ 24 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human


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Appearance

Height:
5'10

Weight:
190 lbs

Hair Color:
Brown

Eye Color:
Blue

Skin Tone:
Caucasian / Slav

Brief Clothes Description:
Polish Winged Hussar Armor
Under padding for pants and clothing
Tall white feathers for the wings, with dark black tips.



Noble ⋆ Fearless ⋆ Natured ⋆ Personality trait 4

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆Horses
⋆Poland
⋆Catholicism

Dislikes:
⋆Islam
⋆Being away from his personal tent and wealth
⋆Being without his horse.

Fears:
⋆Being dismounted
⋆A large ottoman army
⋆deserts, tropical swamps and areas.

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality:

"Tomorrow is the day we reach Vienna, we will break the siege the Ottomans hold upon our Christian Brothers." Yelled the young noble, "We will break there lines and shatter their hopes of controlling Europe!" He began to pour his glass as the others passed about ale and such. Liquors of the night, "Mead here my Comrades!" To which he would soon receive.

Grzegorz raised his glass of mead, "We will head out at day break my comrades," he drank along with those around him before heading back into his personal tent, with his lover. And not gonna go any further with that.

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The next morning waking from his slumber, he slid out of his lovers grasp and soon found himself dressing in the dark, and his body soon was dressed in the armor of his people. A thick Steel armor with golden engravings. He felt something on his back, a small hand as his lover held him from behind, they kissed.

"Don't forget to take this with you." a soft voice said from behind him as a helmet was placed over his head.

"Thank you dear..." he said as he let his belt and sword hand as his hand reached back behind him to hold her head for a second.

"Come back to me..."

"I will." he said as he soon left her grasp and he moved out of his tent towards where his horse was posted. He would let his squires and underlings get the tent set before the wagon train moved out.

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Hours later -

He raised his lance up in the air as the signal for attack was given. His horse began to race forward, and thousands of others followed suit, he was the point in the charge. "Charge!" he yelled out as the charge stampeded down onto the flats before the city of Vienna.

He saw the lines grow closer and closer, and he shifted in his mount as he was maybe two hundred yards away from the lines of the enemies, and his lance lowered with thousands of others as the Winged Hussars arrived. He took a deep breath to try calming him, but the anticipation of killing and winning, honor and glory overrode that entirely.

One hundred, fifty, twenty five, five. They arrived as the lances cut through, and shattered on the ranks of the Islamic horde. Breaking through the lines of the outer siege and rampaging. Until he fell out of the world.

Fearful ⋆ Wealthy ⋆ Honorable

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Background

Occupation
Polish Noble - Winged Hussar from the Kur Clan

Living Immediate Family Members:
Unknown

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Unknown

Current Companions:
Horse

Current and Past Lover(s):
Aurelia Pola

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

History(if you are lazy, list key events in their life or you may elect to be a mysterious character and reveal IC throughout the roleplay.):A noble

Main Strength : Mounted Combat ⋆ Main Weakness : Hard ranged weaponry

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Combat and Magic:

ALL SPECIES ANSWER:

Physical Strengths:
⋆ Strong Upper Body
⋆ Agile
⋆ Well Trained in martial combat

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Isn't that fast without a horse
⋆ He's human
⋆ Bad liver

HUMANS ANSWER:

Ability on Avalia:
Aeromancy

@Jamesyco

This is great. Accepted. Excuse the delay!

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.