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Oh god, Erumpent hide in a reed wand. What could possibly go wrong?
Just asking, since this is basically the wizarding equivalent to adult education, are we expected to be on the level of a hogwarts graduate?
Lalliman said
I love how you're the only person i've ever seen on this site to explicitly give their character large breasts, even though we've probably all thought about it.
I had a Witch who turned lust into lasers quite a while back, I did the same there.
This heat is killing me. Sorry about that Iso, I'll get a post up when I'm less incapacitated.
Male Fairies are so extraordinarily rare that they might as well not exist. Fairies don't normally reproduce in the same way humans do, they just sort of occur naturally and don't go away unless killed or asked very, very sternly.
I can see the main reason Fairies don't wear clothes being, well, have you ever tried to slip tiny pants onto a Fairy in flight? It is not an easy task, so one would have to somehow convince them that wearing pants is fun, or provides them with some sort of mysterious benefit. Chances are, they're just going to protect their bodies with magic if it's cold, or too sunny, and not give a crap because they're Fairies.
I can see the main reason Fairies don't wear clothes being, well, have you ever tried to slip tiny pants onto a Fairy in flight? It is not an easy task, so one would have to somehow convince them that wearing pants is fun, or provides them with some sort of mysterious benefit. Chances are, they're just going to protect their bodies with magic if it's cold, or too sunny, and not give a crap because they're Fairies.
Lalliman said
Because don't fairies have genitals? Though i suppose the nudity norm is different when you're four (and a half) inch tall.
She's hardly the image of sexual maturity, by human standards. Also, as you astutely noticed, she is only four (and a half!) inches tall. It might qualify as nudity to a dictionary, but the unlikely pervert looking for a nice shot of fairy bum would probably need to look rather closely to get a good view. And that's assuming they can catch her and hold her still long enough to actually see anything.
Jarless Myriane Ashgold,
of Ashfall
Throughout the entirety of the proceedings, the Jarless of Ashfall did little more than drink from her goblet and observe the proceedings with obvious, unadulterated curiosity. Her mood was undeniably cheerful, as one could easily tell just by looking at her face, which was already turning red from the drink. She listened to the Elf, the Dwarf and the Old Witch each talk in turn, wavering a little as she sat but otherwise watching with great contentment. As it came time for the others to speak, the she was sure to make a few tipsy nods here and there, in order to quietly voice her approval. When it finally came to Koval's turn to speak, however, even Myriane was a little surprised to hear herself clapping her hands together in assent-
"Well spoken, Jarl Koval! I fear your reputation has given no great justice to your wisdom, as I have had the pleasure of seeing here today. Now..."
She stands up, only with the slightest air of unsteadiness as she slowly rises from her seat. By now, there was no mistaking the drunkenness in her face, but when she spoke again it was in her usual clear, song like tones.
"I have heard everything that has been said today, and I thought I might give my take on matters. The Elves... they talk of peace, and of prosperity between our races without the shadow of war. They think we should leave the Gothran mutt where it sits. They fear we will betray their trusts on the ashes of our enemies, once more sailing on Galadriel with greed and bloodlust in our hearts. However, who are they to speak of peace with the Gothrans? They drink and laugh in their glades, far across the land from the smouldering menace that sits just at the threshold of our homes."
"About the Dwarves, I have little to say that hasn't already been said by my peers. They might be of some help if we were to ever march on Gothra, if they could ever quit squabbling amongst eachother and the elves."
At this point, Myriane pauses and looks around at each of the Jarls (and the one other Jarless). Finally, her eyes settle on one man, Ragnar Wolfsbane. The expression shared between them was curious, to say the least. Myriane seemed to look at him with great interest, a catlike smile stretched playfully across her face. Something else was hidden in that smile, however, something that she knew only the Crow of Coldmarch would notice. I know what you are, and this is my answer. She gives a slight, nearly unnoticeable wink in his direction, before continuing-
"Out of everything that has been said here at this Moot, however, the words that stand out to me the most are those of Pirates. I am a close neighbour to both Escgor and Coldmarch, anything that affects them is bound to impact me, and this is no exception. It is not just my or their ships that will be struck, but everybody who wishes to trade through our home seas might find their shipments plundered, stolen through violence by some lowly brigands. Is this the fate of the men and women once called Lords of the Sea? To be preyed upon by these foolhardy rogues, right here in our own territory? I think that, even more pressing than the treachery of Dwarves and Gothrans, are the matters we must tend to within our own realm. These leeches must be crushed, before they can grow fat on the very lifeblood of our Kingdom."
Myriane lets out a breathe with these final words, as if the speech had taken a lot out of her. She seems a bit dizzy on her feet now, but her expression remains one of good cheer. She lowers herself back down into her seat carefully and reaches for her goblet, but seems to think better of it. Perhaps it would be best not to get too drunk, she thinks to herself. I might start glowing.
of Ashfall
Throughout the entirety of the proceedings, the Jarless of Ashfall did little more than drink from her goblet and observe the proceedings with obvious, unadulterated curiosity. Her mood was undeniably cheerful, as one could easily tell just by looking at her face, which was already turning red from the drink. She listened to the Elf, the Dwarf and the Old Witch each talk in turn, wavering a little as she sat but otherwise watching with great contentment. As it came time for the others to speak, the she was sure to make a few tipsy nods here and there, in order to quietly voice her approval. When it finally came to Koval's turn to speak, however, even Myriane was a little surprised to hear herself clapping her hands together in assent-
"Well spoken, Jarl Koval! I fear your reputation has given no great justice to your wisdom, as I have had the pleasure of seeing here today. Now..."
She stands up, only with the slightest air of unsteadiness as she slowly rises from her seat. By now, there was no mistaking the drunkenness in her face, but when she spoke again it was in her usual clear, song like tones.
"I have heard everything that has been said today, and I thought I might give my take on matters. The Elves... they talk of peace, and of prosperity between our races without the shadow of war. They think we should leave the Gothran mutt where it sits. They fear we will betray their trusts on the ashes of our enemies, once more sailing on Galadriel with greed and bloodlust in our hearts. However, who are they to speak of peace with the Gothrans? They drink and laugh in their glades, far across the land from the smouldering menace that sits just at the threshold of our homes."
"About the Dwarves, I have little to say that hasn't already been said by my peers. They might be of some help if we were to ever march on Gothra, if they could ever quit squabbling amongst eachother and the elves."
At this point, Myriane pauses and looks around at each of the Jarls (and the one other Jarless). Finally, her eyes settle on one man, Ragnar Wolfsbane. The expression shared between them was curious, to say the least. Myriane seemed to look at him with great interest, a catlike smile stretched playfully across her face. Something else was hidden in that smile, however, something that she knew only the Crow of Coldmarch would notice. I know what you are, and this is my answer. She gives a slight, nearly unnoticeable wink in his direction, before continuing-
"Out of everything that has been said here at this Moot, however, the words that stand out to me the most are those of Pirates. I am a close neighbour to both Escgor and Coldmarch, anything that affects them is bound to impact me, and this is no exception. It is not just my or their ships that will be struck, but everybody who wishes to trade through our home seas might find their shipments plundered, stolen through violence by some lowly brigands. Is this the fate of the men and women once called Lords of the Sea? To be preyed upon by these foolhardy rogues, right here in our own territory? I think that, even more pressing than the treachery of Dwarves and Gothrans, are the matters we must tend to within our own realm. These leeches must be crushed, before they can grow fat on the very lifeblood of our Kingdom."
Myriane lets out a breathe with these final words, as if the speech had taken a lot out of her. She seems a bit dizzy on her feet now, but her expression remains one of good cheer. She lowers herself back down into her seat carefully and reaches for her goblet, but seems to think better of it. Perhaps it would be best not to get too drunk, she thinks to herself. I might start glowing.
I'm into this.
Lalliman said
*Sits back in his chair*Let's see how many people actually carry over from the interest check. I may or may not make a character depending on that.But wait, does Fidget just fly around naked most of the time?
Why wouldn't she?
Name- Fidget Danger AKA "Fi"
Age- 11623
Gender- Female
Race- Fairy
Occupation- Queen's Playmate
Appearance- Like most Fairies, Fi is kinda small. Standing at an insignificant height of four (and a half!) inches, she is about the average size for a mature Fairy, although she is proud to say that her wings are exceptionally large for a Fairy's, taking an almost dragonfly-like appearance. Her skin is brown, her eyes bright green and her hair blonde. She wears her hair messily and medium-length, almost entirely hiding her elfish ears beneath its wavy length. While she rarely wears clothes, she does in fact have a fancy black dress specially made for her minuscule size and wings.
Personality- Playful and carefree, Fi is the perfect example of what a Fairy should be. She helps people when she feels like it, goes where she pleases and does whatever she wants, without much of a care for what other people want. While she's extremely innocent, even childlike, she also has a bit of a mischievous side and an "Appreciation" for sparkly or sweet-tasting things. She always means well, though, and her overall virtue makes her a being that can be trusted.
Magic- As a Fairy, Fi has no troubles producing a wide variety of magical phenomenon. She isn't as powerful as ordinary magical users, however, and don't ask her to preform any magical feat involving Iron, which drains her powers.
Abilities- Fi can read and preform basic mathematics. She also, she has an extraordinary amount of experience in all sorts of mundane things, making her a great companion for any young child. Good at playing and jokes, naturally.
Weaknesses- As her name suggests, Fi has a hard time sitting still. Her only fear is large bodies of water, since she can't swim. Oh, and standard Fairy weaknesses, such as her Iron allergy and inability to lie.
History- Nobody in the Court is exactly sure when Fi started accompanying young princesses, but she's been doing it for so long that people have stopped questioning it. Without fail, whenever a princess whom she favours arrives, she approaches them in secret and befriends them at a very young age. Past attempts to ward her off have always lead to failure, so she has been ruefully tolerated for so long that she is simply a part of castle life in Estoria.
Naturally, ever since this new Queen was first born, Fi has accompanied her. Playing together, telling eachother secrets, sneaking treats from the kitchen chefs, if you can name it Fi was probably involved. At first, her siblings and father were shocked, but upon being informed of her legend, that she was a guardian spirit of sorts that played with the castle's princesses, they quickly grew to accept her. Now, Fi still follows the Queen around even after she has graduated from being a Princess, although she shows herself less often before others.
Age- 11623
Gender- Female
Race- Fairy
Occupation- Queen's Playmate
Appearance- Like most Fairies, Fi is kinda small. Standing at an insignificant height of four (and a half!) inches, she is about the average size for a mature Fairy, although she is proud to say that her wings are exceptionally large for a Fairy's, taking an almost dragonfly-like appearance. Her skin is brown, her eyes bright green and her hair blonde. She wears her hair messily and medium-length, almost entirely hiding her elfish ears beneath its wavy length. While she rarely wears clothes, she does in fact have a fancy black dress specially made for her minuscule size and wings.
Personality- Playful and carefree, Fi is the perfect example of what a Fairy should be. She helps people when she feels like it, goes where she pleases and does whatever she wants, without much of a care for what other people want. While she's extremely innocent, even childlike, she also has a bit of a mischievous side and an "Appreciation" for sparkly or sweet-tasting things. She always means well, though, and her overall virtue makes her a being that can be trusted.
Magic- As a Fairy, Fi has no troubles producing a wide variety of magical phenomenon. She isn't as powerful as ordinary magical users, however, and don't ask her to preform any magical feat involving Iron, which drains her powers.
Abilities- Fi can read and preform basic mathematics. She also, she has an extraordinary amount of experience in all sorts of mundane things, making her a great companion for any young child. Good at playing and jokes, naturally.
Weaknesses- As her name suggests, Fi has a hard time sitting still. Her only fear is large bodies of water, since she can't swim. Oh, and standard Fairy weaknesses, such as her Iron allergy and inability to lie.
History- Nobody in the Court is exactly sure when Fi started accompanying young princesses, but she's been doing it for so long that people have stopped questioning it. Without fail, whenever a princess whom she favours arrives, she approaches them in secret and befriends them at a very young age. Past attempts to ward her off have always lead to failure, so she has been ruefully tolerated for so long that she is simply a part of castle life in Estoria.
Naturally, ever since this new Queen was first born, Fi has accompanied her. Playing together, telling eachother secrets, sneaking treats from the kitchen chefs, if you can name it Fi was probably involved. At first, her siblings and father were shocked, but upon being informed of her legend, that she was a guardian spirit of sorts that played with the castle's princesses, they quickly grew to accept her. Now, Fi still follows the Queen around even after she has graduated from being a Princess, although she shows herself less often before others.
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