TheHangedMan

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Sorry Luca, your troubles aren't over just yet :|

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

~Sarai~

Location: Actium

Sarai paused. Big . . . what? The girl looked down at her chest, a bit self-conscious. While it was true that she had a . . . sizable bust in comparison to others, this was the first time it had been pointed out to her so straightforwardly. Her face flushed in embarrassment as she stared incredulously at the little girl on the horse. She was a bit haughty to be a slave, so Sarai guessed she was probably a beggar. Then she registered what else the girl had said. She had said that the noble looking man - the girl had said he - was her servant, and that she needed a chambermaid, and now nothing made sense to her.

"I, uh, huh?" she muttered, confused and at a loss at how to respond to the girl. Shaking her head, she directed her attention to her companion instead, hoping to find some semblance of sense with him, and caught him staring at her chest. She bit back a shriek and took a few steps back as he stammered out his next words. She was sure that it was no trouble, what with what he got in turn!

"Y-yes, it's nice to meet you, Luca," she forced out, not quite sure if it was nice to meet him. Her curiosity was inwardly peeked as he mentioned his being a 'Servant of the Raven Queen'; that was not a name she heard too often. In fact, it was a name that she was familiar with only because of her interest in all matters of death. "I am Sarai, a humble healer of the Light of Man Monkhood."

Not sure of what to do next, she locked eyes with Luca, and froze. Her breath was shallow and her eyes went blank. As if in a trance her hands reached out to cup Luca's face. Her eyes wide and hypnotized, she kept staring at him in silence for what seemed like an eternity, before dropping her hands and smiling contentedly.

"You've an air of death about you. It's rather pleasant."

She whispered softly. Very softly.

Her demeanor quickly settled back to normal. "So, Luca, Pyria, Snow," she said, nodding to each of them, "what is it that brings you all here? You don't seem like the normal traveler."

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| Thorn |

Location: Iron Forest

Silence fell across the forest and stretched on for a minute as Thorn regarded the Revenant before him. It seems that he was not lent to the persuasion of arrogance, as so many of them had after their resurrection, but he did have the inclination to dominate. One out of two curses was not so bad, he supposed. Better one than to have both anyway. Still, the way he spoke and the way he acted, he was a warrior.

Thorn dismounted his horse, and left his sword at its side. He was surprised to find that he was taller than he was, even if it was by a small margin. Not many people - living or dead - were. "I assure you, I plan nothing towards you," there was an unspoken 'yet'; there always was, "merely wondering. In any case, I suppose the polite thing to do would be to introduce myself. I am Thorn, and I am beholden to none of the groups that dominate the Dead Lands." Thorn's voice was respectful, but also hollow, simply going through the motions of being polite, and not truly feeling it. In fact, it was the tone he held since the very moment he spoke.

"I've come here to avoid the stirrings among the other undead that roam them. Have you any idea of the cause behind it?"

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

I think I like Pyria xD

Dragon Riders Needed! Tale of Two Dragon Academies[CLOSED]

Pica looked around, eyes wide as the crying began. What was that? This sound tore at her heart, and she frantically looked everywhere in the darkness for its origin. Try as she could, she found no sign of where it was coming from. The plea was so really, so heartrendingly real that it sheared into her soul.

"W-where are you!" Pica cried out desperately, her head spinning as a sense of vertigo took over. Where was this coming from!? Where!? She had to help, she just had to!

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

<Snipped quote by ClocktowerEchos>

Now I'm singing Deliver Us.

@Obscene Symphony

Really, because He's A Pirate started playing in my head instead xD

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

| Thorn |

Location: East of Gallowsford

Thorn did a quick count of the numbers before him. By his estimate, they were roughly a hundred men, comprised mostly of lesser undead. He couldn't see any more Revenants in the army, asides the one approaching him now. So it was a contingent independent of the more powerful Wraith's and Revenants; in other words, what was commonly known among them as an 'upstart'. Thorn's eyes trained on the one Revenant of the group, most likely their leader. He was the prototypical Revenant. Proud, powerful, and ever domineering. It was no wonder that their kind could so easily command the lesser undead to their bidding.

Wait . . .. their kind? What?

Thorn looked forward, and his vision blurred red. Undead! What were they doing here?! And where was he? This place looked like the forest near Actium, but the trees were too grey. It can't be that he was separated from the rest of the troop. Thorn readied his mace and steered his horse backwards and did a quick count of the foes in front of him. Nearly a hundred undead, with a Revenant at the helm. He narrowed his eyes at the prospects of having to fight them all. At best, he'd manage to bring down half of them before going down himself, and at worst, he could be killed and resurrected - not a fate he was eager to have. The best strategy right now would be to retreat, but -

His head jerked back violently, and Thorn returned to the present, and gave a low, tired sigh. It had happened again. At least, it had not happened in the middle of combat. Those times were the worst. Shaking his head, Thorn brought steadfast forward to meet with the fellow Revenant coming to him.

"Hold, that's far enough," he said, once the distance between them had shrunk enough for him to be heard without raising his voice. "I'll forestall pleasantries for now and get straight to the point: What is your business here?"

His hollow voice was stern and clear, echoing across the silence of the forest. Thorn watched the other Revenant closely, monitoring his every movement. Most of them were prideful and oftentimes not keen on his attitude - they all of them demanded respect that came at no price; as if Thorn would have given it - and as a consequence, usually attacked him at this point. He put them out of their misery quickly afterwards.

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

Prince Amunemhet Ramesses Sipar WIP (Feel free to peek)

_{”I embrace my flaws,
and know my weaknesses,
and so I am
invincible.” -Author}

Amunemhet Ramesses Sipar

Nickname:Amun (preferred), Ramesses (used by his parents)

Birth date and age: June 15 (19)

Sexuality: Bisexual



In Depth Appearance:
At an even 5’10" and a decent 167lbs, Amun is somewhat above the average height in Egypt, a trait common among his family. His build is slim, but firm; he is undeniably muscular, though in a way that suggests fitness via activity, rather than deliberately working out. His body features good proportions with strong arms and legs and a defined chest. His skin is a warm coppery tone with few blemishes other than the odd small scar, and his hair is a deep, thick black, usually tied in a messy braid or bun, and rarely left untied. His eyes are a rich brown with streaks of copper, giving them an oddly rust-coloured hue from a distance. He walks with an easy stride and can be most often found wearing an easy grin.

Clothing-wise, Amun is quite the stylish prince. He greatly enjoys looking good (after all, looking good is part of feeling good) and takes great joy in showing himself off. He, like the rest of the Egyptian royal family, usually wears traditional Egyptian clothing, featuring heavily jewelled collars, headdresses, and jewellery. He’s also a big fan of traditional Egyptian makeup, and wears all that eyeliner with pride. His interest in fashion, of course, stems further than his traditional clothing; he’s been known to enthusiastically adopt the fashion of other countries when he visits, especially if he likes what he sees. He’ll go anywhere from the most traditional garb to pricey modern designer styles depending on his mood, and wears everything with unbridled confidence.

Personality:

• Extravagant • Pampered • Generous • Witty • Unconcerned •

All his life, Amun had the advantageous position of living in the very pinnacle of luxury with few real responsibilities to attend to. This, naturally, bloomed a young man with life in the palm of his hand, and happy to take advantage of it. While not inherently greedy or even overly materialistic, Amun has absolutely no problem with exercising his wealth, be it for an extravagant party or a generous donation to a food bank. He believes that yes, money is meant to be spent, but that doesn’t mean there’s no reason to share it.
Amun has always acted as the comic relief in a family full of big decisions and even bigger shoes to fill. He’s always ready with a joke or a quick-witted remark to diffuse tension, and tends to respond to criticism and insult with little more than a laugh and a shrug.

Amun is the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve, at least, when the world’s cameras aren’t on him. He feels everything; be it manic happiness or crushing depression, he works through his emotions naturally and embraces them, knowing that one cannot have happiness without sadness, and vice versa. He strives to be the best person he can be, but doesn’t push himself overly hard; He has very little to prove, and the only eyes he needs to glow in are his own. In sum, he lives life as it comes at him, wanting himself and everyone around him to have the best life they can. Whether this ambition brings him to a nightclub or a charity event, he’s fine to ride along.

Amun’s country and family are richly steeped in history, and as an extent, so is he. He adores his own culture and traditions, right down to ceremonial offerings to the gods and all the intricacies of Egyptian court etiquette. Though one wouldn’t guess it, tradition fascinates him, and he’s content to embrace it (unless it crosses his strong, yet obscure, moral lines). He also enjoys learning the cultures and traditions of others, including everything from language to regional foods and dances. He’s also passionate about sharing culture: he wants to share his love for his own with the world, and wants the world to share its other beautiful cultures with him.

Likes:

• Luxury
• Fashion
• Tradition/culture (both his and those of others)
• Snow
• Language

Dislikes:

• High pressure
• Important decisions
• Illness
• Cold
• Seriousness/solemnity

Fears:

• Illness
• Slow death
• Hospitals
• Missed opportunities
• Being forgotten
• Drowning

Biography:

Amunemhet Ramesses Sipar was born the middle child of three, and one of the latest links in the chain of the Sipar Dynasty, one that has ruled Egypt for nearly three hundred years.

Theme Song:
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_{A Few Lyrics here}

@Obscene Symphony

Starts singing Deliver Us for some reason.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

I'll settle for just the naked GM. Really, that's everything I'd need for anything.

And yes, Luca will be our token effminate guy. Every adventurer party needs one! It's practically tradition!

Dragon Riders Needed! Tale of Two Dragon Academies[CLOSED]

Pica stepped into the tunnel after the others, pup in her arms. She didn't know what to expect once inside but . . . there was something ominous about it. For a moment, Pica had doubts; what if this was simply an elaborate scam? But no, the three headed magical hound in her arms was a testament to its truth. Doubt gone, Pica walked forward, into the pitch black tunnel.

Dragon Riders Needed! Tale of Two Dragon Academies[CLOSED]

was I included in the testing or . . . ? Sorry, I'm just a bit lost >_<