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Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

So.....

Skyfall: A Coming of Age Story

Anyone got suggestions for powers for an Eidolon that is....well....and adorably small, yet horrific looking mini-wendigo? Isn't actually a wendigo, cause alien beings, but resembles one.

All I have so far are Ice Manipulation and being able to speak human tongues. Eerie, but useful.

@Crusader Lord

I got you.
Something assembled from a mish-mash of thrown out "meats"-- a tentacle there, craab claw here, "alien" pig nose here, etc.
It could be like some type of mushroom parasite that reanimates dead alien matter-- the mushrooms keep the parts cold to stave off rot.

What Are You Listening To?

Sheku Kanneh-Mason -- The Swan// Classical

^{I've fallen in love with Sheku Kanneh-Mason. His cello playing is gorgeous-- A tone that only Yo Yo Ma has been able to produce!}

Skyfall: A Coming of Age Story

@Utrax Your picture is still broken. Maybe try uploading the image to imgur or a similar site?

@Ellipses

Sometimes you gotta fight. Sometimes you gotta struggle.
^{Hopefully it's good now.}

Skyfall: A Coming of Age Story

Hello can I join?
Please see my character sheet for review.
Let me know if I need to expand on/change anything.

De'yaego, the Forceful Brute

Character Details:
Name:
De'yaego
Age:
18
Appearance:
Standing at 6ft 2in and built thickly, here's a young man who was fed well but lifted a lot of heavy stuff in his life. Warm brown skin, large brown eyes with a dreamy stare, and a scruffy beard immediately stand out about his face. He's kept his hair oiled and protected by styling it into dread-locks, as the rest of his family has done, and has only once had to cut them, in all his life, after an unfortunate encounter with a fireball. He has the full lips and regal nose of his heroic lineage-- as his elders say. Still, despite being on the cusp of adulthood, he's still got the youthful features of a young man-- often having guesses at his age aimed downward. As is tradition, he's had his canine teeth plated in gold, via a very secret and painful method-- such is the symbol of his lineage, as they emulate their ancestral heroes, and the tales speak of the warrior with "golden fangs"-- the symbol of the warrior which he bares.

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Personality:
Well this guy thinks he's in charge all the time. Sure, he's certainly a responsible and honest sort, but why must he insist on taking care of everyone, taking charge of the situation, or issuing out orders as if he were the King? This is a bossy fellow but in an oddly mellow way. He maintains a cool-headed exterior, sometimes even icy, even when demanding attention-- which he often does so by lowering his voice and gesturing sternly. A lot of his emotions aren't spoken of but they do show on his face. Deep sighs and head shakes accent the fact that he thinks he's always right and that everyone else should just do as he says. He can be so straightforward and honest that his bluntness boarders on rudeness. There's a stubborn streak in him and more than a few cultural oddities-- such as solving arguments with your fists and baring your teeth as a sign of hostility.

Background:
Out on the fringes of society, in a tiny coastal village, to the north of the E'lyzabeth islands, there is a very small clan of warriors made of fifteen families, that claim to be descendants of a "Grand Band of Heroes". Wither or not this is true, they live as another nameless village, with lands barely claimed or owned, in huts made of rubble and metal. Here they live off the land as best they can, mostly subsisting on hunting and gathering, while scavenging from what's left of the world before, to fashion weapons and armor.

They keep strong the traditional fighting styles and skills of their ancestors-- being something of a village of warriors as a result. Families that carry the ancestral blood of the heroes emulate them as a means of paying tribute physically. As a result, many of the villagers have golden "fangs", the cross chest scar, the white streaked hair, and other cultural signifiers. It was in this village that De'yaego was born.

This is a boy that was the oldest of his siblings and forced to grow up too fast. His Mother raised him as brutally as his mother before her-- as she hailed from the lineage of some Great Hero and the techniques they used demanded passing down. There was a brutal balance in her style of care. For every beating he received, there was equivalent care-- for every missed meal as punishment, there was a feast. De'yaego grew up helping raise his siblings as well, as his mother was very busy, outside of training him, and it often left him and his aunt and second mother to care for the children. Oh, his father? Dead before he met him. Each of his siblings is only half-- the four of them having four completely different fathers but the same mother.

And all of them having dead fathers.

As is the tradition of their somewhat forgotten village, new fathers embark on a lonely sail, out into the sea which crashes upon their cliffside village. While many return, the journey must be taken upon the birth of the child, even if the weather swells the waves and cracks the skies. De'yaego figures it was some sort of curse. The fathers of his friends returned-- but whenever any of his siblings were born, winds howled and thunder boomed, which forced their fathers into mosfortune.

When his mother sent him away on his eighteenth birthday, he didn't question it, and knows he can never return. His mother made that abundantly clear. Through his life there were others which left the village-- those born to the "true lineage," that he never saw again. Oral tradition often spoke of it in song and dance-- how the fabled warriors were exiled by the elders. Were it not for the exile, say the tales, those heroes never would have awakened to their true destiny. As is believed by the elders, certain children have a sacred "spirit reading" conducted at birth, wherein which their exile is predetermined, and known only to the parents, until the day comes. Such is the burden which De'yaego was born into-- a fact that was purposefully hidden from him up until this point.

It's been a few days since then and naturally he misses his home and his family quite dearly, though he keeps his composure, and hides the sound of his rumbling stomach very well.

Skills:
Hammer/Mace/Club Proficiency + Hand-to-Hand Proficiency + Stand Your Ground-ism
De'yaego can take a punch, grit his teeth through pain, and stand his ground probably a good deal firmer than most young men his age. His knuckles, hand, and feet are calloused for his fighting style is brutal, made for killing by any means, and his training matched. He will not run or turn his back to his opponent unless he's dead set on saving his life for next time. The fighting style consists of very close range attacks, grapples, knees, kicks, and lots of nasty "unsportsmanlike" moves-- he will absolutely bite someone's face and gouge their eyes out if necessary.

Free Climbing
The village he hails from is full of ruins, caves, holes, and cliffs, which gives him some skill when approaching climbable objects. Though he's not the most agile, he's got some bravery, and can leap and bound without much regard for heights. All of his climbing skills is without gear and he definitely doesn't know how to use much other than a rope-- but even then he'd rather just climb using his hands and feet.

Gear:
Traveling Pack: Hunting Knife, Canteen, flint and steel, dried fish/squid, oatmeal.
Worn: Rusted Steel Bludgeon, trench-coat with hood, fighter's hand-wraps, shade-lens goggles, a very green gold chain necklace, dirty cargo-pants, and thick leather boots. That's right. He's not wearing a shirt.

Misc.:
He can lift 280lbs at max but can't run very well at all. It's not that he lacks the stamina, it's simply that he lacks the speed. So focused on fighting and lifting that, as they say, "All gains and no cardio etc. etc...". With that in mind, it's no wonder that he absolutely cannot read. He was training to be a warrior and no part of that involved reading, learning more than about how to hurt and kill people effectively, and how to properly treat his own wounds. He can't cook other than charring the meat over an open flame and only has a slight knowledge of edible berries and mushrooms.

Eidolon Details:

Name:
Craigerius -- The Molten Core of Shol
^{Craig for short but don't say that too loud, they're sensitive.}

Appearance:
Tremble in fear and wail in terror mortal, for Craigerius The Molten Core of Shol, has arrived! Run as it summons volcanoes with a single stomp-- scream as streams of magma burst from the ground TO BURN ALL WHO STAND BEFORE IT! Which would be impressive if it was larger than knee height.

Craigerius!

Abilities:^{Luckily(?) fire's dangerous even if it's small...}
Volcanic Stomp/Molten Rock Control -- With a single stomp of their tiny foot-nub, a 1ft tall volcano emerges from the ground, and erupts violently with smoke and lava, setting up the point from which a lot of abilities are cast. Craigerius has full control over molten rock but the rock must be molten first. They can melt other rocks down but it's just easier to use the tiny volcano. One can see how this could quickly get out of hand if large quantities of molten rock are formed or if, you know, you're in a library combination rug and dry wood store. That said, the control over the molten rock is difficult and takes a lot of stamina and concentration-- while a large quantity can be controlled, it gets more difficult as the amount goes up. A bucket of lava is all fun and games but a silo? Difficult! ^{And who even stores lava in a silo?}

Rather notably, Craigerius and De'yaego don't work together very well-- the Eidolon having taking a liking to him but De'yaego seeing it as a bothersome creature that doesn't follow instructions. The two couldn't be more alike. De'yaego met Craigerius only a month ago-- the creature having found him and insisted on following him. Their communication has a definite barrier as Craigerius' speech comes out as sputters, hisses, and clicks to the untrained ear. Other Eidolons understand Craigerius' communication without effort and seem to be rather nervous about whatever they ramble about. Luckily, it seems the "Stupid Giant" has no idea what Craig is saying. For now.

^{Edit 5: Answered the questions!}

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

^{The Gay Grove}

Not a single fuck was cast in the general direction of the rest of the Coven as Mariah, splashing about in the muddy field, sprinted into the woods at full gait. Branches whipped painfully at her face and legs but she didn't notice-- a flash came from behind her but she continued to run. It was only when she planted a foot down and it sank in up to her knee that her retreat was stopped. Soon, there followed a moutful of Surprise Florida Swamp water, the ruining of her outfit, and the heavy gasp for air. Panting, Mariah pushed herself up onto her knees then struggled to stand. Her eyes fell onto her umbrella, sinking into the muddy water-- twisted and broken-- and she watched it in a long moment of silence.

Patting herself down, Mariah pulled her phone out, as screaming errupted behind her. Between the Surprise Swamp water, mud, and adrenaline shaking hands, she struggled to text before screaming at the phone, then swiping to send a call. Turning to glance behind herself, Mariah soon realized she had dashed quite a ways into the woods, and only a few pieces of shapes could be glimpsed through the foliage. Figuring it for the best, she began walking to the right of herself, with the thought that she could simply go around and outright avoid the mess on the field, if she simply stayed in the trees.

"What the fuck answer the phone," she demanded loudly, her voice cracking with a sob, and she halted. Pressing a shaking hand to her mouth as hot tears streamed down her face, Mariah hung up as the call went to voicemail, and immediately sent it again. Trudging through the swamp, as the rain poured down, she continued walking on a path to circle around through the woods-- hopefully-- and get back to where the cars were without drawing the attention of the... what the fuck was that? What was it? What? WHAT?

When the phone yet again ended on a voicemail notification, Mariah made a wordless noise of frustration and fear mingled, before shakily moving to call another contact. Yet again, her foot sank into an Unexpected Forest Swamp Puddle-- all the way up to her ankle but thankfully the water was warm.

"Haaay, girl! I was just 'bout to call you," Maxwell answered warmly, "Whatcha want for dinner?" Mariah sobbed loudly as she stepped further into the warm swamp-- pieces of weird Florida swamp matter crunching under her feet. Concerned, Max asked, "Aw, shit. What's wrong? That boy done did somethin' stupid, huh? As usual?"
"Nada. Max just," Mariah sniffed, "Jus keep talkin' I--" Mariah's shaky hand in combination with the water practically LAUNCHED the phone into the swamp water.

Her breath caught as she looked down.

"Mariah?"

She could hear his voice, despite the phone not being on speaker, as the device rested atop a bloody mound of pink and red meat. Patches of fur, wet by the rain and the water, stood out to Mariah as the butchery seemed to expand slowly toward Mariah. Startled, she stepped back, then looked down as blood splashed from such a heavy step. Bones and blood-- fur and broken skulls-- the warm mass of mangled carnage lay around her up to her ankles.

"Mariah? Hello?"

Slowly the mass expanded and contracted here and there-- moving as if it were breathing-- as gently a chorus of whispers began. Increasing in volume, as the chorus stood out in a cacophony of animal sounds-- barks, chirps, howls, chitters, human screams-- Mariah soon found herself joining in the screaming as the apparition demanded, "*•.¸♡ 𝐇υg-gᶤ𝔢ร... Ĥυ𝕘-𝐆𝔦𝔢 ฬ𝓾𝓰Ꮆ-𝓲Ｅ𝐒-- Ｇ丨-ﻮ𝒾𝔳𝐄 Ⓤˢ Ĥ𝐮ⓖｇ𝓘𝔼 ŴùｇǤ丨𝔼ˢ! ♡¸.•*"

Horrified, Mariah snatched her phone up from the ground, taking a handful of decaying flesh with it, as the apparition went on to screech, "(¯`*•.¸,¤°´✿.｡.:* гαωℝ ι𝔫 ᗪ𝔦ηØs𝔞𝐔尺 ⓜｅ-𝔞𝓃Ⓢ𝓢𝔰ˢ-- 𝕚- ㄥ-ᒪ-𝓵𝕆ＶⒺ! 𝕪𝓸υ! *.:｡.✿`°¤,¸.•*´¯)"

I been gone for how many years but I am back???

Welcome back!
How you have a good time!

[Open] [Remake] The Deep Blue Sea

Room Descriptions

^{@Squirrel98@AnyAlex@Blade17}
Each of the rooms the crew is shown to is outfitted to make even a Noble feel comfortable. Large canopy beds, sized far bigger than should be legal, were the centerpieces in the rooms, and they were soft enough to be comfortable but firm enough not to leave one with a back ache in the morning. A desk, bookshelf, various tables and chairs for dining, were placed in the room, and each room had a set of large glass doors leading to a balcony.

All of the rooms were outfitted in slightly different decorations which followed a theme-- some themed after seasons, others after legendary creatures, and some after different animals. The rooms were quite vast with more than enough floor space for large gatherings and roof clearance to fly about in.

Servants and guards walked along the outside hallways regularly, not seeming particularly interested in the crew, and the pixies had since faded away into invisibility... but they were certainly around. Somewhere.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

<Snipped quote by Utrax>

I DON'T CARE HOW

MAKE IT HAPPEN

@The Ghost Note

SHOT WITH A WEED DART!!