No one knows. I assume as along as humans. Just put down how old you want him/her to appear.
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STATUS: Decided to watch Blue Exorcist. Either its really sad or I'm a cry baby, because I'm sobbing every other episode. 10 yrs ago
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Decided to watch Blue Exorcist. Either its really sad or I'm a cry baby, because I'm sobbing every other episode.
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Don't be a salad!
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Damn it, Zaga! COME BACK!
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"You are free to sever the chains of fate that bind you..."
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I am so fucking annoyed. Recommended: do not bother me until further notice.
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Hey peoples, I am Syndle. I am friendly most of the time, but will defend my friends with a fiery vengeance if someone messes with them.
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Should be fine. We just started. Go ahead and post up your character!
Atharen gazed over her squabbling companions and sighed. They should stop running their mouths and help her heal the injured. Her magic weaved through wounds as easily as water washed over a rock. Groans eased into sighs of relief as the cuts knit together and bones set with a pop.
It came as no surprise when some of the injured -mostly templars- glared at her. Never mind that she was an elf, Dalish at that. They all knew spirit healing required contact with spirits. To many people, spirits were just as bad as demons. Atharen sighed. No relief from the ever oppressive eyes of the under educated.
Looking over her charges, Atharen could see she could do no more for them. She stood and dusted off her gown, smearing dirt and blood into the fabric.
"Abelas!" She frowned down at the cloth. Lucky for her, these robes weren't even hers. The Circle mages insisted she wear this. To keep them from prying, they said. Who was going to pry? The templars? They could see clear as day that she was Dalish. She took the robes to ease their minds. With them ruined, perhaps it was time to don her own clothes.
As Atharen walked back to her tent, she decided to check on the two ladies that had taken the verbal beating from the Warden mage.
"Are either of you in need of healing?" She asked, hoping she sounded as pleasant as she was trying to be, "Don't worry about that one." Atharen said while gesturing toward the Warden that had now walked off, "She will know the good your templars do, even if she refuses to see it."
It came as no surprise when some of the injured -mostly templars- glared at her. Never mind that she was an elf, Dalish at that. They all knew spirit healing required contact with spirits. To many people, spirits were just as bad as demons. Atharen sighed. No relief from the ever oppressive eyes of the under educated.
Looking over her charges, Atharen could see she could do no more for them. She stood and dusted off her gown, smearing dirt and blood into the fabric.
"Abelas!" She frowned down at the cloth. Lucky for her, these robes weren't even hers. The Circle mages insisted she wear this. To keep them from prying, they said. Who was going to pry? The templars? They could see clear as day that she was Dalish. She took the robes to ease their minds. With them ruined, perhaps it was time to don her own clothes.
As Atharen walked back to her tent, she decided to check on the two ladies that had taken the verbal beating from the Warden mage.
"Are either of you in need of healing?" She asked, hoping she sounded as pleasant as she was trying to be, "Don't worry about that one." Atharen said while gesturing toward the Warden that had now walked off, "She will know the good your templars do, even if she refuses to see it."
Name: Atharen
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Race: Dalish
Clan: Lavellan
Class: Mage: Spirit Healer
Title: First to the Keeper(of Lavellan)
Magical Abilities:
Primal: Chain lightning, tempest
Storm: Energy barrage, Lightning bolt
Creation: heal, rejuvenate, regeneration, heroic aura, heroic offense, heroic defense
Spirit Healer: group heal, Life ward, cleansing aura
Personality: Atharen is a kindly soul. She will go out of her way to help not only her clans men but humans if she happens upon one that is injured. Her helpful and nurturing nature extends to wild animals as well. Atharen's willingness to help is only matched by her desire to learn about her people. She reads the books she can get her hands on and investigates any ruins her clan happens to pass by in the hope of meeting one of the sentinels the Inquisitor met in the Temple of Mythal.
History: Atharen was born in the shadow of Sundermount, just outside Kirkwall. She had the fortune of being born to the Dalish clan Lavellen as her birth came after one of the apprentices to the Keeper being mauled to death by a bear. Her magical talent emerged at an earlier age than most and many feared she would be unwittingly possessed by a demon. What her clans men didn't know, was that she was being watched over while she slept.
While in the Beyond- or the Fade, as the humans called it- a spirit taught Atharen how to heal. All while her Keeper was telling her all spirits were dangerous.
As she grew older, her Keeper officially named Atharen her second apprentice. At first, she and the First got along very well. Though, when she revealed she walked the Beyond with a spirit of compassion, the First turned from her.
Withdrawn from her clans men, Atharen became closer to her natural surroundings. From the benevolent spirits she met, she learned about the Beyond and her own world. She never sought material gain, only knowledge.
As the years wore on, the Keeper took notice of Atharen's uncanny ability to heal with magic. While she suspected spirits, the Keeper simply told the clan she was more powerful. The First to the Keeper became jealous of the attention Atharen was getting and decided to prove once and for all that he was superior. He asked her to meet him outside of camp.
When she entered the clearing, there was a halla in front of him, bleeding to death. He played innocent, told her the shems had done it. This halla, however, was one that pulled their aravels. How would a shem get close enough to their camp to injure it without being heard? He said he had found it a ways off and carried it thus far. Atharen could hear a faint whisper through the veil. It told her he was lying, but she already knew that. The halla recognized her as she approached and called out in pain, pleading for her to end its suffering. He said he was going to heal it with magic the Keeper taught him. Too late, the poor beast had lost too much blood. He couldn't save it. She pushed him away and summoned the power within her, the skills the spirit taught her.
The hallas body knit together quickly. It was on its feet faster than a lightning strike. She glared at him. He knew she knew. Soon the Keeper would too. If not from Atharen, then the halla keeper as the halla would speak to its caretaker. He fled into the night never returning. The next morning, Atharen was named First to the Keeper.
When the war broke out between Tevinter and Orlais, Cullen sent out missives to all known Dalish clans, asking for assistance. Atharen was the first to volunteer and found herself in Orlais shortly after with a small group of hunters.
Appearance:
Other: Mythal vallaslin cheeks only.
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Race: Dalish
Clan: Lavellan
Class: Mage: Spirit Healer
Title: First to the Keeper(of Lavellan)
Magical Abilities:
Primal: Chain lightning, tempest
Storm: Energy barrage, Lightning bolt
Creation: heal, rejuvenate, regeneration, heroic aura, heroic offense, heroic defense
Spirit Healer: group heal, Life ward, cleansing aura
Personality: Atharen is a kindly soul. She will go out of her way to help not only her clans men but humans if she happens upon one that is injured. Her helpful and nurturing nature extends to wild animals as well. Atharen's willingness to help is only matched by her desire to learn about her people. She reads the books she can get her hands on and investigates any ruins her clan happens to pass by in the hope of meeting one of the sentinels the Inquisitor met in the Temple of Mythal.
History: Atharen was born in the shadow of Sundermount, just outside Kirkwall. She had the fortune of being born to the Dalish clan Lavellen as her birth came after one of the apprentices to the Keeper being mauled to death by a bear. Her magical talent emerged at an earlier age than most and many feared she would be unwittingly possessed by a demon. What her clans men didn't know, was that she was being watched over while she slept.
While in the Beyond- or the Fade, as the humans called it- a spirit taught Atharen how to heal. All while her Keeper was telling her all spirits were dangerous.
As she grew older, her Keeper officially named Atharen her second apprentice. At first, she and the First got along very well. Though, when she revealed she walked the Beyond with a spirit of compassion, the First turned from her.
Withdrawn from her clans men, Atharen became closer to her natural surroundings. From the benevolent spirits she met, she learned about the Beyond and her own world. She never sought material gain, only knowledge.
As the years wore on, the Keeper took notice of Atharen's uncanny ability to heal with magic. While she suspected spirits, the Keeper simply told the clan she was more powerful. The First to the Keeper became jealous of the attention Atharen was getting and decided to prove once and for all that he was superior. He asked her to meet him outside of camp.
When she entered the clearing, there was a halla in front of him, bleeding to death. He played innocent, told her the shems had done it. This halla, however, was one that pulled their aravels. How would a shem get close enough to their camp to injure it without being heard? He said he had found it a ways off and carried it thus far. Atharen could hear a faint whisper through the veil. It told her he was lying, but she already knew that. The halla recognized her as she approached and called out in pain, pleading for her to end its suffering. He said he was going to heal it with magic the Keeper taught him. Too late, the poor beast had lost too much blood. He couldn't save it. She pushed him away and summoned the power within her, the skills the spirit taught her.
The hallas body knit together quickly. It was on its feet faster than a lightning strike. She glared at him. He knew she knew. Soon the Keeper would too. If not from Atharen, then the halla keeper as the halla would speak to its caretaker. He fled into the night never returning. The next morning, Atharen was named First to the Keeper.
When the war broke out between Tevinter and Orlais, Cullen sent out missives to all known Dalish clans, asking for assistance. Atharen was the first to volunteer and found herself in Orlais shortly after with a small group of hunters.
Appearance:
Other: Mythal vallaslin cheeks only.
Hmmm...is it okay if a merchant elf settles in Hinterland? ,-, and if I can use a bow as a semi-mage? Like....uhmmm......vf[lsbah89hwgh8wg89qw89g| I know it doesn't exactly follow the lore but would it be okay if I were to be 97% rogue and with a dash of magic spells. ,0,
We aren't even in the Hinterlands.
As for a magic archer rogue, I have to say no. We are sticking to the lore that has been given to us. Warriors and rogues have talents while mages get spells. If a specialization gets you what you want, go for it.
Bump! Still looking for people!
I am interested!
With things going the way they are, I feel like it wouldn't be fair to you guys to continue this role play. Kuro has been gone for a while with no contact, so we are once again out our bad guy. I dont want keep going in this cycle and bumming you all out.
You guys are the greatest and I love you all.
I wish you all luck in your role playing adventures and I am sorry ours had to end.
You guys are the greatest and I love you all.
I wish you all luck in your role playing adventures and I am sorry ours had to end.
A moment of silence... thats what Marmalade noticed. She could actually hear the low chatter from Seles. It was unusual, but a blessing at the same time as it helped her figure out how to get back to town. Quickly, she stood and gathered up her equipment before heading toward the sound of voices. The silence in the forest was unnerving, she knew something was wrong. The beast must have been on the move.
It didn't take long for her to reach the town. In the dusky glow, you could tell just how bad the damage to the city and people was. Buildings sat quiet, their occupants either dead or dying in the clinic. Even at this hour, most towns were still bustling with business. Here, the streets were dead, those still able to move locked in their homes or drinking away the previous attack at the inn.
Marmalade knew better than to drink alcohol. Being half merfolk, it could kill her. Her tail twitched in frustration. The inn was probably a good place to start gathering information about the attacks.
As Marmalade walked toward the doors, she could hear parents hushing their children's frightened whimpers. A wave of sadness for these folk came over her.
'These kids didn't deserve to live in fear.' she thought until one of the little mongrels threw a half molded piece of bread at her. She knew better than to make a scene, but she also wanted to avoid it in the future. Marmalade sighed and put on her best scary face and glared in the direction the projectile came from. A small group of children stood around a scowling woman. The one who threw the bread hid behind the woman, probably their mother, and Marmalade got an equally sinister look.
"Well, that didn't work.." she said under her breath and walked toward the bar. There were a couple people already there, one looked like a competent warrior. The bartender sneered at her as she approached.
"We don't serve you finners here." His gruff voice seemed to carry through the room with ease, and the inn became much more quiet.
"I am looking for information." Marmalade said while holding up the flier. The man simply grunted and walked away. She rolled her eyes and sat down on the stool.
Nothing was stolen.. and we havent gotten very far. My fault, though if you would, make your opening post please. Copy and paste from the old one or start anew. :3
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