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Here is where the magic happens. Sorry, I wanted to have a better intro post. I was having brain farts. I will add to it when things quiet down here.
Rae

Gender: Female
Race: Na'vi
Weapons: bow and arrows

Simple Background: Rae had been in Hometree when the sky people came, she learned to speak enough of their language to understand what was said. She was very untrusting when the battle between the two races continually broke out. She had two opinions when the sky people were allowed in her home, she and her best friend went on hunts in different parties.

She barely made it out when Hometree was destroyed. She lost her best friend that day, she felt her world was nearly over. She wasn't even able to burying him, she had to leave him to save her own skin. That decision hunted her ever since.

Rage pulled her through the fighting with bullet wound scars forever etched in her flesh. Now, she wanted to heal and go back to the way things were. Hunting, swimming, singing and listening to the stories of their past. She wanted to forget the humans and live a peaceful life.

Rae found that this wasn't fully possible.

Travis D. Workman

Gender: Male
Race: Human/avatar

Simple Background: Travis arrived on Pandora soon after Grace set up shop. He was part of the biology team, he was one of them that was able harvest and grow plants in the little garden. He rarely knew what was going on around him unless forced by some of his coworkers to get his head out of his work.

He wanted nothing more than to grow plants, his efforts on Earth were meaningful, in some ways. Not like here where everything was so fertile. He always in awe of the grounds capability to spring forth new plant life. Grace never allowed him beyond the fence sure he would get lost in the vegetation and be eaten.

After assuring he was not part of the conflict, he was allowed to stay on Pandora and tend to his beloved plants. Only now, he was not able to keep his mind fully on the plant life.
Oops.



All the humans, except for the ones that had sided with the Na'vi, were forced to return to Earth.

The air was hot and humid and thick clouds heavy with rain gathered as the last ship disappears into the clouds. The armed crowd slowly dispersed, the Na'vi gladly returning borrowed equipment to the remaining humans. It won't be long before the jungle would once again heal and reclaim the machinery now sitting idle beyond the fence.

Rae was another matter entirely. Hurt and mistrust ran deep which was fueled by hatred and grief. So many were lost in the attack, they needed to be found and buried. Especially, her childhood friend. The image of his impaled body still fresh in her mind. She turned and walked away not liking the unnatural feel of the blackness under her feet.

Once she was pass the fence line, she ran, tears blurred her vision as she worked her way out of the human's zone. She brushed them away with the back of her hand and vaulted into the air, she grabbed the thick limbs of a tree and hauled herself up. She climbed with ease until she was in the lower canopy, she paused and took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She was done crying, it was time to find her friend and give him the proper burial she could.

Rae looked toward the fallen Hometree and the horrific memories she had to face there. She felt as ready as she could ever be. She silently prayed for strength before running along the thick branch and leaping to the next three. Every third tree, she would stop and take in the surroundings. Just like old times, only there was no goofy laughter or smart comment. She frowned and shook her head, looking to the future was all she had right now.

Travis questioned his existence on Pandora. Many of the scientists, including him, worried about food and other resources that generally came with the transport ships on a yearly bases. He figured they would have to pull their heads out of their specializations to figure out how to run headquarters. Despite living on a different world, he wasn't exactly good with computer interfaces beyond his own programs.

He stood in the now empty control room, most of the programs were more or less on autopilot. Something blinking on the edge of the larger display caught his eye, he squinted as he moved toward the flashing light. It meant nothing to him, shook his head.

His name was called and he left the control room toward the meeting of those who remain. Assignments were given to shut down unnecessary rooms, gather property and return it to the storage units. A few were given inventory duty in the stuffy cargo rooms.

Travis was given the task of gathering information on the plants and expected harvest. That was easy for him, he had all that information on his section of the garden. He had only to find the other crew members notes. Once in the bio lab, he ran his fingers through his dark brown hair and rolled up his dirty sleeves as he wandered about until he found the tablet he was searching for.

After a few tries, he was able to log on. Focused on his typing, he leaned toward the counter, misjudging the distance. Travis yelped when his hip and elbow made contact with the floor, the tablet bounced from his hand. He groaned and rose to his feet, glancing around to make sure no one saw him. He scooped up the tablet and frowned at the broken screen. "Blasted thing," he growled, dropping it on the counter. "We can fly millions of miles through space but can't have shattered proof screens."

Travis rubbed his palms over his face and let out a breath. He rubbed the back of his neck for a few moments as he hunted down another tablet. He decided to go with a computer top sitting at a desk. The chair creaked as he eased his fatigued body into it. His fingers danced over the keys and soon he had the information he sought. He rubbed his chin as he leaned back in the chair, deep in thought.

Character Sheet time. Woop.

Any questions, comments or whatnot, I will make up an answer as quickly as possible.

Name: Rae
Gender: Female
Race: Na'vi
Weapons: bow and arrows

Simple Background: Rae had been in Hometree when the sky people came, she learned to speak enough of their language to understand what was said. She was very untrusting when the battle between the two races continually broke out. She had two opinions when the sky people were allowed in her home, she and her best friend went on hunts in different parties.

She barely made it out when Hometree was destroyed. She lost her best friend that day, she felt her world was nearly over. She wasn't even able to burying him, she had to leave him to save her own skin. That decision hunted her ever since.

Rage pulled her through the fighting with bullet wound scars forever etched in her flesh. Now, she wanted to heal and go back to the way things were. Hunting, swimming, singing and listening to the stories of their past. She wanted to forget the humans and live a peaceful life.

Rae found that this wasn't fully possible.

Name: Travis D. Workman
Gender: Male
Race: Human/avatar

Simple Background: Travis arrived on Pandora soon after Grace set up shop. He was part of the biology team, he was one of them that was able harvest and grow plants in the little garden. He rarely knew what was going on around him unless forced by some of his coworkers to get his head out of his work.

He wanted nothing more than to grow plants, his efforts on Earth were meaningful, in some ways. Not like here where everything was so fertile. He always in awe of the grounds capability to spring forth new plant life. Grace never allowed him beyond the fence sure he would get lost in the vegetation and be eaten.

After assuring he was not part of the conflict, he was allowed to stay on Pandora and tend to his beloved plants. Only now, he was not able to keep his mind fully on the plant life.
Okay I will start working on the OOC and IC.
Eventua- I am afraid I am not really tech savvy. Just a fair warning to you.

@OliviaV that color looks good on you!

Well I honestly didn't think there would be interest.

So it appears Eventua votes for after movie happening. What day you OliviaV?
I am interest.
Howdy.

I am hoping to find a few people who enjoyed the movies enough to want to expand it in written form. (if there are other RP's on this subject please point it out.)

With that said, I will get down to some basic things I am wanting in the RP.

First, only OC. Human. Human/avatar. Na'vi.

Second, the setting could be before, after or during the movie's timeline. Depending on interest and desire of those involved. Personally, I found the movie having a lot of holes that made NO sense to me.

Thirdly, No adult themes relationships. Romance is encouraged just not the explicit details. Gore is okay as well, the level should be decided before writing begins.

Fourth, limit swearing.

Fifth, please do not color characters spoken words. It drives me batty.

If you are still reading. Happiness. Post any comments, questions, concerns or answers below.

See ya out there.
S'Lee

Gender: Female
Age:
Physical Description

S'Lee is a seven foot tall creature with animal leg structure complete with clawed toes. Massive membrane wings attached to her back from shoulder to waist, her fingers were tipped with horned claws and is covered with delicate reddish brown scales that covered her from head to toe.

Two horns anchored just behind the 'hairline' above her rust colored eyes arched back in a gentle sweep toward the back of her bald head. Her face bares a short muzzle and her mouth is filled with sharp teeth, she still have elf like ears only a bit longer at the points.

(Now before you roll your eyes and hit the back button read the history of this character. Give her a chance.)

S'Lee has a brown linen loincloth and the panels hang to her knees. The front panel is decorated with a stitched with palm tree next to a clear pool. From toe to ankle is wrapped with matching brown cloth. She wears a necklace carved from stone that sits in the hollow of her neck, tied around her throat with a braided cloth.

Personality

S'Lee had been a vain elf who cared for little but herself. She had been handed life on a silver platter and tolerated less than the best. She was graceful and all sorts of beautiful, who loved new silks and fine clothing, nothing 'below' standard ever touched her. She would snub anyone or anything she felt was beneath her in anyway. She had little tolerance for people's excuses even if they were good ones, she knew what she wanted and she wanted now.

She had turned her back on more than one person in her lifetime, and let her natural healing abilities go unused. She was just far too busy and beautiful to care about the bleeding and the sick.

Due to dramatic turn of events, she was forced to learn what it felt like to have compassion, selflessness and general feelings. Though, these are strange new concepts for her, she is trying to understand. She is a dunce for the most part to the most common courtesy and mannerisms of society.

She is not much of a fighter save when hunting for small animals to fill her belly. She tends to be more of a coward when confronted by things that appear that could rip her apart. Run and hide is her creed. She is still ashamed of what she has become, and has a hard time coming to grips of her 'ugly'. She stays away from any elf for they just remind her of all she had lost.

S"Lee is more or less cold blooded, she does not fare well in cold climates. She can produce some heat but not for long periods of time. Her wings are huge and a lot of heat escapes from them, she cannot sweat so she will use the wings in desert and hot climates to regulate body temperature.

Equipment

Pouch (if needed for spell components).
Enough components for two resurrection spells or one true resurrection.

Spells (as found in the D&D players handbook v3.5).
Heal
Regenerate
Resurrection
True Resurrection
Cure light, moderate and critical wounds. (As needed)

Full attack: Bite and 2 claws. When flying he can attempt to swoop down and hit with the talons. (Still learning to maneuver while flying makes this a nearly impossible task for now)

S'Lee has natural armor. S'Lee cannot wear leather, metal or use shields. She is not proficient with weapons save the natural ones.

History

She was a typical elf growing up, who always boasted about her grand looks to anyone in earshot or at any time she could. She was indeed beautiful, long flowing hair, elegant face and body. She was the very picture of Elvin good looks. She knew it. Everyone could see it. Why hide behind fake modesty? Her life reflected her blessed looks, she was given everything and rarely had to lift a finger. She also had a man she would marry. He wasn’t as beautiful as she, but then no one really came close.

During a typical hunt with a few other rangers, she wasn’t all that interested in gathering food for the village. She instead leaned against a tree trunk peering into a mirror, in the reflection she saw a strange face behind her in the bush. She turned and beheld the red-brown miniature dragon with massive wounds littered about the body and neck. “Please, don’t kill me,” the pseudodragon pleaded. “I mean no harm to you.” The housecat sized creature fell to his side, exhausted from his travels and the massive wounds. “Please, elf, I need healing.”

“And get my new tunic full of your blood? I think not,” she stated with a snort and walked away. The creature hissed and howled after her, cursing the one that could have saved his life. It took all his energy to push the curse beyond his small body and he died a few seconds later.

That moment changed everything.

When she returned to the village people kept giving her odd looks, and one asked what was on her forehead. Naturally, she ran to the nearest reflective surface and found there was a reddish brown mark. No matter how much washing or rubbing the mark would not fade or disappear.

She was shunned and feared as the mark developed into a hard scale that began to spread over her whole body. That was not the end of her torment, her body began to change as well. She ran back to find the pseudodragon only to find a half eaten corpse. For the first time in her life she felt regret, and she didn’t like it. Whatever was happening, she was unable to change it.

Over the next few days, her five foot body stretched into a seven foot monster. She morphed into a creature with animal leg structure complete with clawed toes. Massive membrane wings grew that was attached to her back from shoulder to waist, her fingers were tipped with horned claws. The delicate scales reddish brown scales covered her from head to toe.

All of hair fell out causing her to weep bitter tears, two horns anchored just behind the hairline above her eyes arched back in a gentle sweep toward the back of her head.

She ran (yes ran) away deep into the forest, toward the unknown regions beyond the woodland. She walked in a random direction in hopes to find someone to cure her state. All the witches and wizards were unable to touch the strong magic, it was a death curse. Only dragons knew how to break it.

With little hope, she began to plead with the deities. Telling them that she had seen the errors of her ways that she has changed. Her pleas fell upon deaf ears. She was lost, alone and itching!

Weeks passed, she had to relearn how to hunt and went to sleep hungry for many nights. She was quick to figure out that rolling and rubbing sand on her hide eased the itching, with the happy side effect of gleaming scales.

She came upon a child crying near an oasis in the vast stretches of the desert. She merely wanted to quench her thirst and continue on her way. She stopped seeing the deep wounds on the child's knee and leg, the child had fell off a rock she sat next to. She felt something stirring in her soul, it caused tears to sting her eyes. Compassion hit her like a stone wall. She couldn’t bare to leave her scared and hurt.

The child screamed and balled up in a fetal position when S'Lee approached. S'Lee took a deep breath and gathered her will, whispering a gentle song like chant. Her hand pressed upon the child's skinny leg and the flesh knitted together the bone snapped into place. The youngster uncurled and blinked at her, looking at her leg than the monster again. The child jumped to her feet and embraced her thanking her many times. “Do you have a name?”

“No.”

“That is plain silly,” she giggled and ran away.

She couldn’t help but smile at the strange feeling that bubbled inside her, it threatened to consume her. She had done a selfless act it washed over her touching every inch of her heart, she started away when adults approached, followed the young child. They welcomed her into their group, giving her much needed food and replaced her ragged clothing. The shaman taught her more about her healing powers, how to use her energy wisely. Also how to replenish it when it was gone. It took awhile for her to actually listen and learn the lessons.

Over the next couple of months, all the young boys took the task to get the winged one in the air. S'Lee wanted nothing to do with that noise and wasn’t about to get her feet off the ground. They literally had to push her off a cliff. It wasn’t pretty at first as she fell screaming, she righted herself and her wings caught the wind and she soared. She felt a huge sense of freedom, she rose and moved with the air currents.

The landing was not graceful, thankfully her scales took most of the sands harsh rubbing. The boys danced and cheered as she was sprawled out on the ground emitting a moans of pain.

One of the older hunters took her out to the oasis where they spent most of the day watching the birds lift off and fly. S'Lee figured out how to land soon thereafter, not gracefully but without sliding her face over the landscape.

They went their separate ways and she was again alone, she didn’t mind as much. She felt better equipped to handle her new life. She had a new name and more knowledge. S'Lee knew it would not be easy, for she had a lot of bad habits to overcome. She felt it would be worth it.
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