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Iunno. When faced with competition, I made Miles Edgeworth in space. I think it may have done the opposite for me.
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Iunno. When faced with competition, I made Miles Edgeworth in space. I think it may have done the opposite for me.
I am become writer, destroyer of scenes, ender of the Good Times, beginner of the Prologue. I'll have the post out today transitioning us forward.
Wait... ender of the good times? Oh no. What have we done!?!
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NAENIA BLACKWELL
NAENIA BLACKWELL
NAENIA BLACKWELL
T H E S K E L E T O N T H E S K E L E T O N  "You'll find that death by my blade is a gift as opposed to what awaits you." T H E S K U L L T H E S K U L L N A M E โ Naenia Blackwell A G E โ 28 (99977 TK) G E N D E R โ Female (she/her) R A C E โ Human S U B -R A C E โ None M A G I C โ โฌค T H E S P I N E T H E S P I N E  T O W N โ Frontier Town R E G I O N โ Northern White Wasting P O P U L A T I O N โ 2,214 C E N S U S โ Humans T R A D E โ Travel N A M E S A K E โ Last human town before White Wasting โฆ โฆ โฆ P A R E N T โ Acantha Blackwell (Deceased) P A R E N T โ Ryder Blackwell (Deceased) S I S T E R โ Xanthe Rasc-Blackwell (Missing) B R O T H E R - I N - L A W โ Ozul Rasc (Alive) T H E L I M B S T H E L I M B S W E A P O N โ Crooked Consecration (Large Rapier) A R M O R โ Priestly Heavy Armor T R I N K E T โ Rosary of Dhorbris | T H E F L E S H & M U S C L E T H E F L E S H & M U S C L E ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ S U B L C A S S โ GRAVE INQUISITOR The priests of Dhorbris come in all styles. Most tend to funerals and other services for the dead, but all of them make sure that the citizens of Goan eventually find death. The inquisitors enact the rites of nulla immortalitas to make sure that magic is not being used to pervert the cycle of life. While liches and thralls do not fall into their prevue, that doesn't mean they don't hunt those that wish to emulate that lifestyle. Or liches that take it upon themselves to enthrall someone against their will. They are here to snuff out those that do not allow for the cycle of life to complete. โฎโฎโฎโฎโฎ โ โฎโฎโฎโฎโฎ Y O U R B R A I N & N E R V E S Y O U R B R A I N & N E R V E S S T U D Y โ ///โฆ FRONTIER TOWN MILITIA โ Every teenager learns how to fight at a young age considering that the town is up against White Wasting. /// 99989 - 99994 ///โฆ DHROBRIS SANCTUM - FATHER MARKUS โ Traveled to Ordai'el, learned the rituals of the God of Death, and took an oath to uphold them. ///999995 - 100000 E X P E R I E N C E โ ///โฆ PILGRIMAGE โ Worked as an inquisitor for the Dhorbris Sanctum and traveled throughout Goan finding those that have evaded the circle of life and death. ///100000 - 100005 Y O U R S O U L & H E A R T Y O U R S O U L & H E A R T โฆ RELENTLESS โฆ MORALLY AMBIVALENT โฆ LOYAL โฆ INSENSITIVE โฆ P E R S O N A L I T Y โ Naenia has seen the best and worst in people. But the irony is that she knows people only show their best when put upon to do so. True altruism is rare in the world. So, she doesn't let anyone rest on their laurels. She will lambast them with her less-than-charitable nature until they show their true colors. If they are actually one of the few good people left in this world, then she'll more than happily show her loyalty to them. Kindness begets kindness and wrath begets things that are far worse than wrath, are the tenants that Naenia follows. โฆ D H O R B R I S โฆ โฆ D H O R B R I S โฆ D E V O T I O N โ When Frontier Town was destroyed by a plague that seemed to only target the older members of the community, leaving anyone in their teens and under alive--the only priests that came in the aftermath were those of Dhorbris. Many had come before, but when they realized it was a lost cause, they left. When the children were left to tend to the dead, did the priests of Dhorbris show up. They ferried what children wished to leave with them to the various temples around Goan. They aided those that wished to stay until their dead were tended to. It was an act of kindness Naenia never forgot. So, she honors this commitment by helping those through times of death and making sure that no one prospers off of the pains of the living. To see the cycle of life through, and then to aid those left behind is her mission. M O T I V A T I O N & I M P E T U S M O T I V A T I O N & I M P E T U S  Unfortunately, four years later her sister Xanthe would be one of the many that would volunteer to delve into Ordai'el. She said it was because her goddess, Ikphine, told her to come. She'd been summoned to aid the goddess in her quest to save Ordai'el. While Naenia had her doubts, there was no talking her sister down. A year later, Xanthe still hasn't returned. Naenia has decided to go look for her. T H E T R A P P I N G S T H E T R A P P I N G S A P P E A R A N C E โ Naenia stands a little under six feet, with pristine armor with a lot of filagree and design layering her body. She wears a long dress underneath it, but it's less cosmetic and more so hides her armored legs and allows for swifter movements. Her hair is a deep brown and cut below her chin. She'll braid it back if needed but seems to have no problem wearing it down. Her eyes are a deep hazel, but not wide or attractive. Instead, they have an intense stare that can undress even the most clothed of flatteries. Her clothes and weapons are pristine with the exception of the worn rosary around her wrist, which has the symbol of Dhorbris made of a strange metal hanging from the end. She stands needle straight and smells of lavender and incense. I N J U R Y โ |
 | NAENIA BLACKWELL ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________NAENIA BLACKWELL โฎโฎโฎโฎโฎ โ โฎโฎโฎโฎโฎ PRIEST// โ GRAVE INQUISITOR HUMAN/ โ NONE |
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Ambrose tried not to look aghast at the thought of a simple raft โkeeping the demons at bay.โ Though the color drained out of his evenly tanned face. Anyone that knew that young Hightower man would know that he was wildly superstitious. The more supernatural it seemed, the further he wanted to do with it. Someone had witnessed him scoop spilled salt in his hand and throw it over his shoulder once. Mostly because it blew into a womanโs face and screaming commenced as salt in the eyes was not a pleasant sensation. So, he tried to keep his superstitions to a minimum.
He followed her, looking over the boat as they moved towards it. The entire affair reminded him of certain ceremonial displays he had seen in museums or preserved landmarks whenever he and his mother would visit Ambrose Hightower the First. They represented something far away and not at all to be found downtown in the small, rural town he currently called home. Heโd lived here for several years, but never really taken part in the festivities. Usually, he was abroad during the summer. This one had been different as his parents had both become too busy to plan or fund such a trip. So, here he was.
There was a sort of a reverence held by the townspeople that made him keep his hands firmly rooted in his pockets and his feet one right in front of the other. As if one foul move would ruin the entire celebration and send demons clattering onto the docks with unbridled fury. He refused to be the bull in the china shop that released the End of Days upon the Earth.
He glanced down at Freyja as she admitted to being the star of the entire song and dance. Ambrose nodded in approval, as if it was warranted or wanted. When the older woman sniped that it wasnโt a silly tradition, the chills returned back to his spine. โI donโt want to think about the fact Iโve been swimming alongside demons,โ he said. A wince bubbled up at the edges of his smile.
Ambrose focused on the fisherman with the beam, not wanting to think about the literal hell that was their lake. While he may not have been the sharpest knife in any drawer, he wasnโt stupid enough to throw his back out by refusing help. With a bit of grunting and sleeve rolling, they were able to get it up, and there Ambrose held it still. This is the part heโd show off. He had the stamina to hold something heavy for a while. There were implications there, but the ones that crossed his mind mostly had to do with highlighting his strength and balance. Not that he couldnโt be a horny teenager, but his brain was too busy making sure that he didnโt sweat too hard. He didnโt want to lose grip. His feet bit into the ground below as he became oddly silent with the task at hand.
It was then that an inflatable tube man of a boy came up, floundering about like a fish begging for water on the shore. Ambrose wasnโt too interested in him now, as he seemed to beeline to Freyja. Maybe he had a crush? And speaking of crushโฆ the beam was trying to do that to his spine. Yet, Ambroseโs thoughts ricocheted away from muscle strain when he heard the other remark on his height.
โDudeโฆโ he grunted, โweโre like the same height. โ He exhaled. โYou can help if you like, but donโt throw me off balance. The lake demons will eat us, otherwise.โ
He followed her, looking over the boat as they moved towards it. The entire affair reminded him of certain ceremonial displays he had seen in museums or preserved landmarks whenever he and his mother would visit Ambrose Hightower the First. They represented something far away and not at all to be found downtown in the small, rural town he currently called home. Heโd lived here for several years, but never really taken part in the festivities. Usually, he was abroad during the summer. This one had been different as his parents had both become too busy to plan or fund such a trip. So, here he was.
There was a sort of a reverence held by the townspeople that made him keep his hands firmly rooted in his pockets and his feet one right in front of the other. As if one foul move would ruin the entire celebration and send demons clattering onto the docks with unbridled fury. He refused to be the bull in the china shop that released the End of Days upon the Earth.
He glanced down at Freyja as she admitted to being the star of the entire song and dance. Ambrose nodded in approval, as if it was warranted or wanted. When the older woman sniped that it wasnโt a silly tradition, the chills returned back to his spine. โI donโt want to think about the fact Iโve been swimming alongside demons,โ he said. A wince bubbled up at the edges of his smile.
Ambrose focused on the fisherman with the beam, not wanting to think about the literal hell that was their lake. While he may not have been the sharpest knife in any drawer, he wasnโt stupid enough to throw his back out by refusing help. With a bit of grunting and sleeve rolling, they were able to get it up, and there Ambrose held it still. This is the part heโd show off. He had the stamina to hold something heavy for a while. There were implications there, but the ones that crossed his mind mostly had to do with highlighting his strength and balance. Not that he couldnโt be a horny teenager, but his brain was too busy making sure that he didnโt sweat too hard. He didnโt want to lose grip. His feet bit into the ground below as he became oddly silent with the task at hand.
It was then that an inflatable tube man of a boy came up, floundering about like a fish begging for water on the shore. Ambrose wasnโt too interested in him now, as he seemed to beeline to Freyja. Maybe he had a crush? And speaking of crushโฆ the beam was trying to do that to his spine. Yet, Ambroseโs thoughts ricocheted away from muscle strain when he heard the other remark on his height.
โDudeโฆโ he grunted, โweโre like the same height. โ He exhaled. โYou can help if you like, but donโt throw me off balance. The lake demons will eat us, otherwise.โ
Color me interested... and also an interesting shade of chartreuse. I've had the hankering to play a robutt for a while now, this seems like a great place.
I totally understand, I've been a mess of allergies and trying to finish up cases for work. Curse you plant life!
Ambrose tugged a bit on his collar as the sunโseemingly always to be oppressive and brightโbeamed down on him. A soft shiver ran through his spine as he felt the tiredness of his morning slough off of him. It wasnโt as peaceful as he made it seem, his face contorting into an uncomfortable scowl before he snapped back when a whistle commanded him.
He waved before he knew who had made the noise or required his attention. Much like a golden retriever ready to fetch a ball, he sprung to attention and jogged over to Freyja. He always thought that was a weird name, but there were many strange folk in New Hope. An amalgamation of peoples from everywhere thrown together like a haphazard pour of jellybeans. Ambrose wondered what the name meant, if anything, and why there was a useless โjโ in the middle of it.
When he approached, he noticed the disarray of her hair and the child atop her shoulders that had caused it. Ambrose tried not to make a face. Children were allowed to be messy and erratic, but he kept his distance from their antics. His belongings were too expensive to be soiled by tiny, grubby fingers.
โI said, almost single digit. Single digit implies dehydration on my part, and then your skin gets puckered and tired-looking. And Iโm too young to be called โgrandpa.โโ He laughed, finding a complex, bougie problem to be hilarious. It would be noted that the townsfolk didnโt give two shakes of a stick.
He glanced over at all the exhausted, older workers and wondered where exactly they came from. Did the retirement center let out early today? Ambrose shrugged. โSounds easy enough. Though fair warning, Iโve never been on a raft before. Mostly just yachts and a few story party boats. But you point me in the direction of what a center beam is and where it goes, and Iโll hold it.โ
Ambrose wasted no time as he followed her back to the cadre of withered workers, smiling all the while. A lot of people put up with him in New Hope, but he knew that the older the denizens got, the less they gave a shit about keeping their opinions to themselves.
He waved before he knew who had made the noise or required his attention. Much like a golden retriever ready to fetch a ball, he sprung to attention and jogged over to Freyja. He always thought that was a weird name, but there were many strange folk in New Hope. An amalgamation of peoples from everywhere thrown together like a haphazard pour of jellybeans. Ambrose wondered what the name meant, if anything, and why there was a useless โjโ in the middle of it.
When he approached, he noticed the disarray of her hair and the child atop her shoulders that had caused it. Ambrose tried not to make a face. Children were allowed to be messy and erratic, but he kept his distance from their antics. His belongings were too expensive to be soiled by tiny, grubby fingers.
โI said, almost single digit. Single digit implies dehydration on my part, and then your skin gets puckered and tired-looking. And Iโm too young to be called โgrandpa.โโ He laughed, finding a complex, bougie problem to be hilarious. It would be noted that the townsfolk didnโt give two shakes of a stick.
He glanced over at all the exhausted, older workers and wondered where exactly they came from. Did the retirement center let out early today? Ambrose shrugged. โSounds easy enough. Though fair warning, Iโve never been on a raft before. Mostly just yachts and a few story party boats. But you point me in the direction of what a center beam is and where it goes, and Iโll hold it.โ
Ambrose wasted no time as he followed her back to the cadre of withered workers, smiling all the while. A lot of people put up with him in New Hope, but he knew that the older the denizens got, the less they gave a shit about keeping their opinions to themselves.
TAG(S): @Fading Memory
Iโm already scratching my head over NPCs and this is for yโall to have fun with some more fantastic liberties so that weโre not doing a stereotypical โhumans come in and save the dayโ situation if people would have wanted more fantastic options in a purely medieval fantasy game.
I actually have an interesting idea for Ambrose that's non-human if you are interested in hearing it, or if you want me to use it later when that aspect of the RP is in full swing... I'm down for whatever.
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