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Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

Victor continued with his defensive posture and side stepped her advances all for the sake of buying time. He knew help had finally arrived when the ambiance of sirens and flashing lights stopped and the utter silence that came with it encroached on the two. Still, just before this girl was going to try to strike him again he heard a familiar voice.

“Valentina.”

The distraction was exactly what he was waiting for. The princess had her entire attention allowing him to step closer to Ryner to see how things played out and turned off the phone in his pocket. Slowly drawing the thick but short knife he had concealed and waited, he could tell by the way she was talking that she was going to leave this to him, and he could barely wait. All he needed was her approval for him to continue, it wasn’t long before he had it and the woman lunged at her with a knife of her own.

Normally Victor would draw out a fight like this but not this time. This Valentina had killed some of his classmates and carelessly killing mages pissed him off. If only Ryner hadn’t told him to make it quick. At least this one was enraged and not thinking maybe if she was she would have seen the flash of silver from metal glinting in the moon light in front of her, she would have felt him grab her leg and spin her around. With a second flash of silver she hit the side of another A/C unit.

He figured that in her near blood drunk and rage induced stupor that it would take the girl a few moments to realize what just happened. The first thing she might notice would be the fact that victor was still holding something in his hand, the glint of sharpened steel in the fading moon light tinged with a dark red stain that dripped to the floor. The second, was that he was holding something large in his other hand. Something that once belonged to her. Her entire right leg dangled from his hand, tendons cut with precision and practice. Then the last thing she could notice, was a hand holding a blade at his feet.

“Dismemberment is an acceptable form of capture and I do enjoy picking apart my prey.” Victor dropped her leg then picked up her knife. She began to say something or just to scream again, he will never know. As with the simple flick of his wrist, her knife impaled through her throat. “I think we have heard enough out of you today.” The sadistic side of victor was starting to show through now.

Valentina in an act of pure rage and desperation drew the blade from her through and with her remaining good limbs lunged at him with strength and furry. Yet she was still sloppy. Victor easily side stepped her thrust and in two more strikes cut off her arm at the elbow and her leg at the knee. She was but a torso with a few stumps now, in time she could regenerate, but he wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Usually I would draw a fight like this out, but she did tell me to hurry.” The girl before him still wiggled and squirmed. “My position within the council does grant me some discretion when it comes to my targets. If they are too dangerous to be left alive, I can choose to be their executioner.” He paused for a moment as he kicked her onto her back placing his boot on her chest. “Doesn’t happen very often but it can happen.” He took a moment to look to the sky and over towards were Ryner had left and sighed.

“You already showed us that you are too dangerous to be left alive. Not only for what damage you can cause against the crown, but the council as well. For that reason as well as many others I will carry out your sentence right here and right now.” He was well aware that this part wasn’t necessary or true, but he didn’t get to do it that often and always liked doing it. That and if his memories were ever looked at he had this to at least show that he tried.

“You stand accused of murder, assault, heresy, and treason. How do you plead?” the look in her eyes was all he needed to carry on, knowing full well he destroyed her vocal cords. “By the power given to me by the Crown and the council. I, Count Victor Strigois Asterio, Council headhunter holding the rank of operative, sentence you to true death by dismemberment and sunlight.” Kneeling down he placed one knee on her chest and the other on her head forcing her mouth open with one hand the large vampire took his knife and began to cut her fangs out.

“Born of blood.” Victor spoke as he tossed her fangs aside, it was an old Asterio punishment for those that disgraced the family or crown. With his good arm he began to dig his hand into her rib cage slowly breaking through cartilage and old bones. “Risen from ash.” He could feel her shriveled heart now a pool of dark and bright colors of blood surrounded them. “This is your end.” He gripped his strong hand around her heart and looked into her eyes, “you will be dust.” Ripping pulling and tearing, blood spewed from her with a gargled scream. Her heart torn out of her and crushed in the Asterio’s hand.

His one final act against her to make sure she wasn’t getting up was decapitation. The scene on top of that roof top was now one of gore and death. Pieces of vampire and pools of old and new blood scattered. There was nothing more for victor to do now, he picked up her blade and left in the same direction Ryner went. He figured at the very least he should talk to her before heading home. He could only hope that his mage wasn’t involved in this mess as well.

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Jedi Padawan for Star Wars Knights of the last republic

WIP

[color=COLOUR][Roak Vano Resol][/color]

Appearence

[color=COLOUR]Age:[/color] 15
[color=COLOUR]Species:Barabel[/color]
[color=COLOUR]Initiate Trials:[/color]
[color=COLOUR]Physical Appearance:[/color] Dark green and black scales cover his skin, no hair to speak of, and a long reptilian tail are some differences from the above image. Roak is a tall Barabel, standing roughly 6'9” with wide strong shoulders.
[color=COLOUR]Lightsaber:[/color] Please describe/Image your Lightsaber here.
[color=COLOUR]Skills:[/color] Detail any skills your character has that does not involve their use of the Force. Any Lightsaber forms you know go here.
[color=COLOUR]Force Abilities:[/color] Detail any Force Abilities that your character has control over, including level of mastery.
[color=COLOUR]Weaknesses:[/color] Please detail any weaknesses/flaws that your character has.
[color=COLOUR]Character History:[/color] Please detail your characters history up until Operation Knightfall. Please note you will need a suitable excuse for why your character is at the Jedi Temple during War Time.

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

Jackpot. Just as he had thought the vampire before him was old and solitary. Going off about her life story and how the princess truly was before the war. This wasn’t entirely surprising to him given what he had learned during his last training with Ryner. How this woman spoke of past interactions and friendships almost made him think that she was in love with the princess at some point. His eyes followed her movements with ease but he did not move his head.

The girl continued to speak as she darted around him, she had definitely been alone a long time. Normally other vampires would go for the kill and continue on when faced with a vampire opponent. This one however demonstrated restraint, if only to gloat and show off but restraint none the less. One thing did stand out about her, being staked through the heart and still being able to escape. This peaked his interest on the subtle hint as Ryner did tell him that some abilities did allow for a vampire to move their heart to another portion of their body. This could explain how she escaped when the others did not.

Still, this one continued on expressing her views on this place and the current way of things. The only question he had up until this point was what the hell that operator was doing? He hadn’t turned off the phone and could still hear muffled voices. Hopefully something in the way of backup would get here soon. She stopped finally across the roof from him and pondered a few questions before lunging at him. He did not move, neither to dodge nor defend himself. This one liked to talk and although she was strong he wanted to see just how strong she was. It didn’t seem like she was holding back too much. The protective sleeve on his bad arm did conceal a small blade that he could use rather well if he had too.

She paused when she reached him, her fingers dug but didn’t seem go as deep as this one wanted. His skin didn’t tear, his muscles didn’t separate, and his bones didn’t break. They hung there in that embrace for mere moments that felt like minutes. His eyes locked onto hers, no color or interest flashed through his eyes. He showed no emotion as he continued to asses her just as she did to him. Then, she took a few steps back and spoke again.

“That is… unusual. You must not be a student then. I thought you were just another dumb pet of hers, prior occupation and all, but you’re a little studier than most aren’t you?”

He still hesitated for a moment to answer her, “Something like that.” He moved now slowly to the right of where he was, squaring up with her. “So what is it then? You speak like a spoiled little girl who whines when she doesn’t get her way. You simply can’t move on from the glory days can you? Can’t adapt to the new way of things? No wonder why you seclude yourself and only come out to hunt.” He was fishing now, fishing for anything more he could get from her. “A scarred little girl who won’t even tell me her name.” he still moved slowly angled his good shoulder toward her and the bad one that concealed the blade behind him.

“You speak like you truly knew Ryner at the time. But she changed and you didn’t, she grew stronger and you dropped, she came into the spotlight and you faded into the shadows. So tell me, just how long did you love her? Only someone who loved her would lash out like this.” He was looking for a deeper emotional response now. “Someone who loved her would do something like this, this petty revenge. Kill a few “Sheep”, stir the pot, get her to remember that you still exist and disappear into the night. All so you don’t have to face her and those feelings of yours but you still remain a topic. We vampires might not have much in the way of emotion, but those few who know what love truly is can see it on others.”

@Achronum

Star Wars - Knights of the Last Republic

@Sep was busy there for a little while, still a knight position open or just padawans?

Star Wars - Knights of the Last Republic

alright thanks but just so you know some did, Ion Team did in the book Dark Lord: the rise of Darth Vader. basically they received the order but figured it was a enemy signal and helped the 3 Jedi they were with escape. i think there were others but i cant remember the references. Pretty sure there was a squad at the Jedi temple that helped others escape.

Star Wars - Knights of the Last Republic

this looks fun too bad about the non Jedi roles, I was thinking about the clone commandos that refused order 66 and helped the Jedi escape before i saw that part. but, I suppose I can go with a padawan if able.

Forsaken

@Shiva dang alright. Well if some one drops out at some point and you need an extra body let me know. Hope you all have a happy new year.

Sword's book of faces

Forsaken

Merik

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Merik

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪

ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Merik
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤: Lizard, Hunter, Rider
𝔸𝕘𝕖: 15
𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤: Poison Dusk Lizard Folk
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣: Male
𝕆𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: Hunter, Animal Tamer, Tracker
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥: Chaotic Neutral

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𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖

ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 3'6" with a 3 foot tail
𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕: Slim, Athletic
𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤: Big, Emerald Green
ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣: Not hair but he does have a frill on the back of his head that comes up from time to time.
𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕖: Changes depending on mood or situation, normally green.
𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤/𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤/ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: N/A
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖: Whatever works is normally his style. He has no need or want for fashion and will wear what ever he deems fit for the current environment. But usually, he simply has a small belt, back pack, and sling across his chest.

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ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪:

Compulsive * Food Motivated * Observant * Honest * Loyal * Friendly

ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: Single
ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕖:

What first impression do you make?
"Merik is unsure of question, Mirik was promised food. I smell no food here, Merik feels he was lied too." Short pause, "What is First Impression? Merik does not know, Merik is small but mighty. Good Hunter. Is this what you seek from Merik?"

What are you like in a high stress situation?
"Merik understands danger, but only that one is stronger or more dangerous then him. Merik does not let Emotion get in way, He thinks clearly about situation then acts."

What are your best and worst qualities?
"Merik understands little of mooney or personal space, Merik can not read or write, I tend to bite more than can chew. But Merik is good, Good Hunter, Good Rider, Good with animal, Good with outside of City. Not good with inside of city, too many others, too many eyes that see Merik."

What is something about yourself that you would never admit to anyone?
"Merik is unsure... oh Merik did once set fire to small town, not his fault but still sorry about it. Tipped over small fire lamp in barn while chasing small feathery food."

What are your dreams?
"Merik Seeks to taste and eat every food, man meat don't taste well. I seek all the food."

How do you want to be seen by others?
"Merik do not want to be seen, Merik only wants food and friend to get him there."

How do you see yourself?
"With my eyes? or big shinny metal, uhh reflective pool of water?"... "Oh that's what mean? mm best hunter and not so much trouble maker. I trying to be better but is hard when warm blooded don't understand."

Do you tend to make snap judgements, or stop and think about things?
"Why use so many strange words? Merik is hunter and prey always. compulsive when i can, think when i have to. Merik doesn't care, mostly Merik friends make decision. Merik follows, Merik survive."

What haunts you?
"Merik troubled, had to leave behind brood and clan. had to go, had to find great magic. Merik must learn, become strong, protect clan when stronger. Merik must so he can protect clan."

What is your philosophy on life?
"Merik unsure of what word is. Life Saying? Natural world is more beautiful then smooth skin metal creations and wood villages."

ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:

• Chasing small critters, he is very instinctual and will chase small insects and critters for food.
• Exploring small spaces, naturally curious and very little in the ways of fear.
• Finding vantage points, he will climb any thing and anyone if it means getting to a 'safe' or 'secure' place for him to observe.

ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤:

• Tracking, sometimes hired to find missing people or animals.
• Bow/Arrow Making, too many people use guns he still sticks to his bow.
• Pest Control, another side job normally taken when looking for somewhere to sleep.
• Plays a flute, does it to help calm or lure animals or if hes bored.

𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤:

• Being Caged.
• Not learning the big magic to help his people.
• Being Starved.

𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• All kinds of food.
• Friendly bubbly people.
• Friendly animals.
• More Food.
• Jobs outside of the city.
• Tall Friends.
• Swimming.

𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• Freezing temperatures.
• others lying about food.
• crowds.
• Monsters.
• Industry.
• City's.

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𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟:

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

• Foraging in the wild.
• Tracking all manner of creatures.
• Stalking and hiding.
• Animal kinship.
• Can make, repair, and use a bow and arrow(s) very well.
• Is very skilled with short swords.
• Swimming / climbing / digging.

𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝/𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

• Chameleon skin - His skin can change colors depending on mood and environment, this both helps with stealth but can give away his emotions at times.
• Dark Vision - Like most of his kind they can see in the dark quite well. even if its only in black and white.
• Keen Senses - Being almost more feral then civilized he still has quite sensitive hearing, smell, and eye sight. Merik relies on his sense of smell when tracking in difficult terrain.
• Animal Friendship - Merik has an innate ability with animals, being able to befriend or calm down most non sapient creatures.
• Nature Magic - currently this is limited but he does have some magic potential when it comes to nature or earth magic. most of his magic ability is used on animals currently but that's all he really knows.

𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

• Short sword
• Short bow
• Quiver with 20 arrows
• Backpack
• Wet stone
• Water flask
• Bone flute
• Dried rations
• Small knife
• small bag of random things and arrow making materiel's, twine, shiny stones, smelly plants, just things he likes or uses.

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ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪:
Merik hatched along many of his other brood mates into a hostile world full of danger and strife. The next meal was never promised and his tribe was always on the move. He learned quick, learned of the hunt, the jungle and swamp they called home, the many dangers that permeated their existence. Their world was harsh and the strong magic used by the other races forced them to constantly be on the move.

Merik soon found through his early years that there was so much more to look for and see. What little food he was able to gain from the outside world only seemed to further fuel his curiosity. He would steal or barter from any trader that happened through their territory, anything he could for a bit more food and a story or two. However soon his wish came true, his tribe was searching for the other tribes that splintered off them to grow stronger.

To secure their place at the top and lead the tribes their tribe needed to be stronger and that would require magic. Now Merik was not the most skilled magic user but he still had the ability that was all the proof the chieftain needed. He gave Merik a task, go out into the world and learn the smooth skins big magic so that their tribe could survive and be stronger. Merik took little convincing to go; he didn't say good bye just did as he was told.

Merik only recently found his way to the city of Forsaken, helping to escort a caravan of traders. it was slow going but allowed him to get accustomed to some of the other races and the new environment he found himself in. however it did help knowing some of these people, after only being there a short time he received a piece of paper with writing on it. The traders he helped get to the city were kind enough to help him find his way to the tavern and room. Somehow, he felt they were glad to be rid of him.

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𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖: "Food?"
𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖: His tribe have evolved to be omnivorous. He has a pet flying snake that he tamed that travels with him named Leaf.

Forsaken

@Shiva any chance of a spot that opened up seeing as how the join status says "apply"? figured it wouldn't hurt to ask.

If yes this is Merik... if no ill just wait and see. either way i think this is a really cool story so far.

Merik

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Merik

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪

ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Merik
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤: Lizard, Hunter, Rider
𝔸𝕘𝕖: 15
𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤: Poison Dusk Lizard Folk
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣: Male
𝕆𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: Hunter, Animal Tamer, Tracker
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥: Chaotic Neutral

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𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖

ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 3'6" with a 3 foot tail
𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕: Slim, Athletic
𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤: Big, Emerald Green
ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣: Not hair but he does have a frill on the back of his head that comes up from time to time.
𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕖: Changes depending on mood or situation, normally green.
𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤/𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤/ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: N/A
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖: Whatever works is normally his style. He has no need or want for fashion and will wear what ever he deems fit for the current environment. But usually, he simply has a small belt, back pack, and sling across his chest.

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ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪:

Compulsive * Food Motivated * Observant * Honest * Loyal * Friendly

ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: Single
ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕖:

What first impression do you make?
"Merik is unsure of question, Mirik was promised food. I smell no food here, Merik feels he was lied too." Short pause, "What is First Impression? Merik does not know, Merik is small but mighty. Good Hunter. Is this what you seek from Merik?"

What are you like in a high stress situation?
"Merik understands danger, but only that one is stronger or more dangerous then him. Merik does not let Emotion get in way, He thinks clearly about situation then acts."

What are your best and worst qualities?
"Merik understands little of mooney or personal space, Merik can not read or write, I tend to bite more than can chew. But Merik is good, Good Hunter, Good Rider, Good with animal, Good with outside of City. Not good with inside of city, too many others, too many eyes that see Merik."

What is something about yourself that you would never admit to anyone?
"Merik is unsure... oh Merik did once set fire to small town, not his fault but still sorry about it. Tipped over small fire lamp in barn while chasing small feathery food."

What are your dreams?
"Merik Seeks to taste and eat every food, man meat don't taste well. I seek all the food."

How do you want to be seen by others?
"Merik do not want to be seen, Merik only wants food and friend to get him there."

How do you see yourself?
"With my eyes? or big shinny metal, uhh reflective pool of water?"... "Oh that's what mean? mm best hunter and not so much trouble maker. I trying to be better but is hard when warm blooded don't understand."

Do you tend to make snap judgements, or stop and think about things?
"Why use so many strange words? Merik is hunter and prey always. compulsive when i can, think when i have to. Merik doesn't care, mostly Merik friends make decision. Merik follows, Merik survive."

What haunts you?
"Merik troubled, had to leave behind brood and clan. had to go, had to find great magic. Merik must learn, become strong, protect clan when stronger. Merik must so he can protect clan."

What is your philosophy on life?
"Merik unsure of what word is. Life Saying? Natural world is more beautiful then smooth skin metal creations and wood villages."

ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:

• Chasing small critters, he is very instinctual and will chase small insects and critters for food.
• Exploring small spaces, naturally curious and very little in the ways of fear.
• Finding vantage points, he will climb any thing and anyone if it means getting to a 'safe' or 'secure' place for him to observe.

ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤:

• Tracking, sometimes hired to find missing people or animals.
• Bow/Arrow Making, too many people use guns he still sticks to his bow.
• Pest Control, another side job normally taken when looking for somewhere to sleep.
• Plays a flute, does it to help calm or lure animals or if hes bored.

𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤:

• Being Caged.
• Not learning the big magic to help his people.
• Being Starved.

𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• All kinds of food.
• Friendly bubbly people.
• Friendly animals.
• More Food.
• Jobs outside of the city.
• Tall Friends.
• Swimming.

𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• Freezing temperatures.
• others lying about food.
• crowds.
• Monsters.
• Industry.
• City's.

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𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟:

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

• Foraging in the wild.
• Tracking all manner of creatures.
• Stalking and hiding.
• Animal kinship.
• Can make, repair, and use a bow and arrow(s) very well.
• Is very skilled with short swords.
• Swimming / climbing / digging.

𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝/𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

• Chameleon skin - His skin can change colors depending on mood and environment, this both helps with stealth but can give away his emotions at times.
• Dark Vision - Like most of his kind they can see in the dark quite well. even if its only in black and white.
• Keen Senses - Being almost more feral then civilized he still has quite sensitive hearing, smell, and eye sight. Merik relies on his sense of smell when tracking in difficult terrain.
• Animal Friendship - Merik has an innate ability with animals, being able to befriend or calm down most non sapient creatures.
• Nature Magic - currently this is limited but he does have some magic potential when it comes to nature or earth magic. most of his magic ability is used on animals currently but that's all he really knows.

𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

• Short sword
• Short bow
• Quiver with 20 arrows
• Backpack
• Wet stone
• Water flask
• Bone flute
• Dried rations
• Small knife
• small bag of random things and arrow making materiel's, twine, shiny stones, smelly plants, just things he likes or uses.

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ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪:
Merik hatched along many of his other brood mates into a hostile world full of danger and strife. The next meal was never promised and his tribe was always on the move. He learned quick, learned of the hunt, the jungle and swamp they called home, the many dangers that permeated their existence. Their world was harsh and the strong magic used by the other races forced them to constantly be on the move.

Merik soon found through his early years that there was so much more to look for and see. What little food he was able to gain from the outside world only seemed to further fuel his curiosity. He would steal or barter from any trader that happened through their territory, anything he could for a bit more food and a story or two. However soon his wish came true, his tribe was searching for the other tribes that splintered off them to grow stronger.

To secure their place at the top and lead the tribes their tribe needed to be stronger and that would require magic. Now Merik was not the most skilled magic user but he still had the ability that was all the proof the chieftain needed. He gave Merik a task, go out into the world and learn the smooth skins big magic so that their tribe could survive and be stronger. Merik took little convincing to go; he didn't say good bye just did as he was told.

Merik only recently found his way to the city of Forsaken, helping to escort a caravan of traders. it was slow going but allowed him to get accustomed to some of the other races and the new environment he found himself in. however it did help knowing some of these people, after only being there a short time he received a piece of paper with writing on it. The traders he helped get to the city were kind enough to help him find his way to the tavern and room. Somehow, he felt they were glad to be rid of him.

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𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖: "Food?"
𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖: His tribe have evolved to be omnivorous. He has a pet flying snake that he tamed that travels with him named Leaf.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Mighty Hipixie

Home sweet home? >> These fire flys suck /// Adventuring day 5 // Evening / Location - Cave Entrance >> Cave

His strike seemed to connect as he saw Steve’s shot simply pass right through. “Perhaps these undead wisps are more spirit then being, in that case-.” his thought process was cut short. The hit to his chest caught him off guard but at least the chest piece seemed to take most of the damage.

Looking to the wisp that shot him while the other seemed to tumble around he glared, “Steve you won’t do much against these shift your focus to the rat instead.” He spoke loud enough for his friend to hear him. Quickly the high pixie took off toward the untouched wisp and cast Mana Strike I onto his beetle mandible. Trying his best to roll to the left of the next mana shot that came at him before continuing on his way to attempt to hit the wisp with the mandible.

If he were unable to dodge the attack coming at him, he would instead try to block it with the mandible. After he would continue to try to strike down the two wisps attacking the party. Perhaps after that he would be able to assess the damage to himself and the others.

@Zeroth
@Kazemitsu

Ardur's character stats

Level: 7
Steve Level: 4

Health: 100%
Mana: 80%
Stamina: 95%

Buffs:

Debuffs:

Inventory: bow horn venison x15 lbs.
+Cooked bow horn venison 5 Lbs.
+Rubber Frog skin Backpack - This item is more elastic than it looks. Can hold 15 Small Items. The number of items held may be affected by larger items that take up more space. It is more durable than most raw materials due to its rubbery composition, but without proper care it may degrade over time.

Clothes:
+Beetle Bracer - This item for your Arm makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Bone Breastplate - This item for your Torso makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Grass Skirt - This item is fragile and flammable, but serves as decent clothing.

Weapons: N/A
+Sharp Stone
+Beetle Mandible - Rather hard and sharp on its own, it might be sturdy enough to refine.

Current Party: Asura, Mother Slime, Steve, and himself.

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting II, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment, Meditation I, Point Strike I, Keen Sight I, Material Analysis I, Monster Analysis I, Alert I, Lesser Cleanse I, Mana Strike I,

Kills for current level:

Other: