#rp: hunts and target practice

[shimmerbeasts]

There were many variants that could have happened when she invited the Darkin to their hunting lodge, the first one would be that she'd simply refuse and so Caitlyn would have to stick around Naafiri to make sure she didn't do anything crazy in the cities. The second one is that she had no idea how she'd react to the concept of target practice, and finally how she'd react to her gun. Each time she fired she could see the smaller dogs tense, though thankfully Naafiri herself in the main body only did so with intrigue. It was also rather terrifying how accurate she was with a dagger, often hitting targets that would be impossible for a normal human trying the same, not to mention how the pack would almost instantly jump onto the broken target and tear it to pieces. "Will they be...alright with eating those?" Caitlyn asked with a small smile, trying to relieve some of the tension with a joke. Still she followed along as the Darkin run to the next target...only to stop when she saw the Darkin's head snap up, her ears pointing up...she'd seen this behavior before in her own hunting dogs...they'd found prey. That poor animal would be rip to threshds in seconds, and Caitlyn would be fullish to both compete over it or try prevent the darkin from getting her prey.... so instead she sat down near a log, and motioned towards the side. "Go for it. Just don't make the poor creature suffer much."

"Dune hounds will eat anything they can get their slobbering jaws on." Naafiri's voice sounded manner-of-factly as if they were not equally deeply influenced by the physiology and psychology of the dune hounds. "They eat every part of their prey, including the bones. Nothing is wasted, Caitlyn. Though, yes, they probably should not be gnawing on wood." A dark purple tongue licked over pale greyish-white chops. "We will be picking wood splinters out of our jaws for months."

Caitlyn managed to somewhat keep pace with the leaps and trots of the pack. It astounded Naafiri. Dune hounds were fast, easily able to reach speeds of forty-one miles per hour. They could keep up that pace for up to an hour. And while the pack's trot through the woods was not nearly that fast, the fact Caitlyn managed to traverse the same uneven ground, crossing fallen trees and dips in terrain without falling too much behind was commendable. The Darkin had grown used to humans rarely matching them in agility or speed.

Back when Caitlyn had suggested that Naafiri stay in the hunting lodge, the Darkin had jumped at the chance. Osha Va'Zaun had lost anything familiar over the many centuries she had been trapped in her dagger. Piltover and Zaun were alien to her. The hustle and bustle of the large city states, the strong smell of chemicals and the constant popping, creaking and blinking of machinery had been overwhelming. The forests around the hunting lodge felt somewhat familiar, even though the Darkin missed the familiar scorching heat of the sun on their back.

Even the scent of deer was unfamiliar. It still caused Naafiri's maws to water, telling her that whatever this creature was, it was some form of food. The smell dimly reminded the Darkin of the scent of antelopes, however, it didn't feel quite right. It was as if someone had tried to replicate antelope smell from memory and somehow missed a few crucial notes.

The Darkin turned their head in Caitlyn's direction as the Sheriff sat down on a log. The blades around their neck spread open like a toxic flower, and even their tail rose up a touch in excitement. Naafiri rasped: "They are our prey. They are our food. We eat them. Killing wastes time getting meat in our guts."

The pack slunk off deeper into the woods. Even Naafiri's main body managed to move with surprising efficiency and a deadly quietness. The scents of dirt, fallen leaves and dark bark sketched a complete picture into the pack's mind, dark shadowy shapes against which the smell of the deer was like a splash of silver. Instinct and buried knowledge, passed down the generations, took over. Even if Naafiri could have used her human mind to plan an ambush, they did not want or need to. The pack was an efficient killing machine. They knew how to hunt any game, which struck their fancy.

Several of the packmates split up and headed deeper into the thicket, getting ahead of the deer. They were slowly preparing to encircle it. Once everybody had taken their positions, something Naafiri could confirm through nothing but their smell, the Darkin flung one of their daggers at the deer. Penetrating its flank, the mammal belled in shock and broke into a gallop in the hopes of getting away. The main body immediately raced after it, low whooping grunts calling the other pack members into action.

The deer tore through the woods, zigzagging to throw its pursuers off. But the Darkin hounds stayed hot on its tail. Quick whoops and loud barks like controlled whistles carried through the air to the point even Caitlyn could hear them. The packmates were a blur of red fur and sharp metal as they ran up close to the deer's flank, nipping into its legs and sides, tearing off flesh. The wounds were shallow and non-fatal, but their continuous bleeding added up, making the deer slower and slower by the minute.

Naafiri's main body growled and threw another dagger, penetrating the flank at the same spot they had hit prior. The deer moaned in pain and stumbled over its own legs. Seizing the opportunity, the Darkin fell upon it. Sharp teeth in dozens of jaws snapped at the behinds and front of the deer, wrestling it to the ground. Naafiri ripped open its belly with a single bite. The deer trashed its legs helplessly, bellowing and screaming in pain.

The dune hounds ignored the cries. They dug their snouts into the wounds and ripped out slices and chunks of meat, barely chewing and swallowing almost instantly. The continuous noises and feelings of collapsing throats had been overwhelming at the start; however, now Naafiri had grown accustomed to them. They had moments when their past self tried to make them savour the red meat, almost in vain. Feeding frenzies like this were not about savouring flesh. They were about getting as much meat down as possible, lest larger predators take it.

Within fifteen minutes, the gnashing of dozens of teeth died down, and a deadly lull filled the forest. Bushes rustled, and the pack stepped back out into the clearing where Caitlyn was sitting on her log. The maws were smeared red, and the Darkin panted, flanks rising and falling. The main body was carrying the torn-off head of the deer by the back of its skull, and like some twisted trophy, dumped it in front of Caitlyn's feet.

Yawning to disrupt their panting, Naafiri dropped down on the ground before Caitlyn. Their blades shuddered a bit under their rapid breathing. The other Darkin hounds plopped into the grass as well, some even completely sprawling themselves out sideways. Naafiri's main body looked at the rifle, resting beside the Sherrif's legs. They asked:

"What is that weapon actually used for?"

@piltover-sharpshooter cont. from here.

[lizkeen]

INTIMIDATION AND VIOLENT RP PROMPTS FOR POWERED MUSES. ( Part II of the collection for action based roleplay prompts, made especially for powered muses. Feel free to add information if you wish. )

Send a symbol for the action and/or send a # for reverse

🤜 or forward // sender pulls receiver closer with telekinesis.

🤌 or take // sender takes receivers powers ( specify whether it is for a certain amount of time or permanent )

👇 or kneeling // sender forces receiver on their knees with their powers.

⛓ or confinement // sender traps receiver in a cage that limits their powers or suppresses them.

🦴 or bones // sender snaps receivers bones with telekinesis

🩸 or blood // sender makes receivers blood boil

✒ or practice // sender practices their powers on receiver

🔥 or flames // sender sets receiver on fire

🔮 or hallucination // sender makes receiver hallucinate

💀 or revive // sender kills receiver and revives them over and over again

🏹 or hunt // sender is a hunter and hunts receiver down

🥶 or freeze // sender drastically lowers receivers body temperature

✊or breath // sender makes it impossible for receiver to breathe with magic.

🤫 or quiet // sender removes receivers mouth with magic

😑 or blind // sender blinds receiver with magic

💥 or explode // sender makes receivers blood vessels explode

🌙 or eclipse // sender kidnaps receiver until the next eclipse to take their powers

🌡or temperature // sender cools or heats receivers body temperature

⏰ or time // sender time travels to receiver in another timeline

🧨 or sting // sender hits receiver with small painful bits of their power to torture them

🎯 or target // sender uses receiver as target practice

🎵 or song // sender influences receiver with a song ( works best for sirens etc. )

🏳or white flag // sender kidnaps receiver to hunt them in a sacrifice.

🏴 or black flag // sender kidnaps receiver to hand them to another organization

🔞 or age // sender rapidly ages receiver with their powers ( could result in their death etc )

☢ or weapon // sender turns receiver into a mindless weapon

🔆 or sun // sender experiments on receiver

🏥 or heal // sender heals receiver only to torture them again

⭕ or collar // sender puts a collar around receivers neck that suppresses their powers and let's electricity run through it that hurts them when they try it anyways

[alyofraventree]

Ladies of the Riverlands - A Starter with @sabithafrey-asoiaf-rp

Alysanne’s fingers deftly nocked an arrow, her focus unwavering as she aimed at the distant target. The training yard of the Red Keep was quieter than usual. Alys had become used to the hum, whispers, and sidelong glances she normally received during one of her training sessions, but today was quieter than usual. She drew the bowstring back, her muscles straining with the familiar, comforting tension. With a breath out, she released, watching as the arrow flew true, embedding itself just off the center with a solid thud. 

“Ah fuck.” She said with a sigh before remembering that her brother was very clear that ‘ladies in the capital do not swear.’ Alys took a pause going to retrieve her arrows to take a look around and see if her slip was heard. 

She turned, her eyes scanning the yard until they landed on a vaguely familiar figure leaning casually against a pillar. It took her a moment to scan through the faces in her mind until she landed on a name, Lady Sabitha Frey. The two had met in passing, both being noblewomen from the Riverlands, but nothing more than bows and introductions at crowded Riverland gatherings. But Alysanne was not deft to the rumors of the Lady Frey and found herself breathing out in relief, as she was confident the lady would not be as taken back at her brash language as other ladies might. In truth, the sight of Sabitha Frey brought a small smile to her lips. Perhaps there was someone who might understand the restlessness she has felt since being shipped off to the Red Keep. 

Sabitha stood there, arms crossing and what seemed to be a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. Her presence was a stark contrast to the rigged courtly airs that surrounded them, a reminder of the wild freedom Alysanne missed so dearly. The structures and expectations of the Red Keep felt suffocating at times, a far cry from the forests and open fields of her home where she could ride and hunt to her heart’s content. 

The grandeur and intrigue of the city were both exciting and overwhelming. She enjoyed the company of Princess Helena and her children, but there was still a sorrow for the life she left behind for the sake of ‘being a respectable lady.’ Not to mention, the gossip and sideways glances when she practiced in the training yard were starting to wear on her. It was not so much that she minded, it was just distracting. She missed the familiar comforts of home, of her actions not being constantly questioned by those around her. 

Lady Sabitha’s presence stirred something in her. Perhaps it was the knowledge that she too was known for her unconventional ways, or maybe it was just the comfort of seeing a familiar face from the Riverlands. 

Taking a deep breath, she decided to reach out.

“Lady Frey,” she called out, lowering her bow but keeping her stance relaxed and open. “Care to join me, or are you content to just watch?”

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[lostwcnderlands]

❢ + elias

elias is my oldest muse on here - by that, i mean, i've written him the longest, and he was created before any of the rest. originally he started out in a small, closed polyship rp between vampires && witches that went on for 2-ish years, or so. i'll always miss those friends. 💜💜 but onto the backstory....

born in a winter blizzard, a sagittarius, youngest of four. in 1846, finland was a grand duchy of the russian empire, and life was not easy. especially not for his family, who relied on fishing && farming && trade to survive. each of the 3 brothers && their 1 sister participated in the survival of their small village town from a young age, and luxury was not something they knew in their childhood.

he was 16, practically a grown man, when elias had the chance to go to the new kingdom of italy. the only of his family to leave viipuri. while his true aspirations were to become a great writer, elias had more reasonable expectations upon arrival. he wanted to work, to send money back home to his family, to make a name for himself, to wed && start a family of his own. he met in small cafes && reading spaces for intellectuals, he found great joy && satisfaction in his creative work. slowly, he began to lose sight of the expectations he arrived with, and allowed his head to dance in the clouds. in some verses, he went to france instead.

it was during one of these late night meeting of creative minds, sharing poetry && manifestos in a drafty living room of a tea house, that he met the being that would come to turn him. elias was not the most sociable, and was easily targeted by the unnatural beauty. he took them home to his tiny, modest flat - and it was there, they made love, before the creature bit him && left him for dead. from there, life was tough, as vampires were going extinct in this region of europe, and hunters were vastly outnumbering his new species.

he lucked out, and got "adopted" by another vampire who found him lurking, starved, feral, animalistic in an alleyway. in elias' lore, sire bonds are a major thing, and he has never recovered from the heartbreak of abandonment. this older vampire taught elias how to hunt, how to clean up his mess, avoid hunters, and find other vampires. they spent a good many decades together, traveling through europe, until the gold rush in america, when elias decided to once more chase his dreams of fortune. he had come to italy/france to do so, and would resume the pursuit of his dreams in america.

eventually, he found himself a gig as a publisher, sometimes ghostwriting his own novels. now located (primarily) in a house on the outskirts of new orleans, elias has gone through a lot over the years, and has befriended a vast many kind of supernatural beings. he has fought vampires, he has fought werewolves, and he has befriended both, too. witches, too. his home serves as a safe haven, for those in need. he is a protector, a hunter, a fighter, a lover. immortality has taught elias he is not one thing, and never was.

he primarily writes supernatural, highly erotic novels with mystery or horror undertones.

[tetsuro-wulf]

The Wulf's Eye: RP Journal #133 | Catchup

Well, it's been quite a while, I must admit. That tends to be how I start these things nowadays. Journalling has often escaped me, but much has happened and there's plenty to say.

Just as Scilla predicted, the eagerness which followed my decision to.. suppress my power into the ancestral relic of my ancestors has thrown me into a multitude of instances. The other eve, Nagisa approached me regarding a threat on the horizon.. something or someone has threatened to tie Yomi to these lands through a means of portals, thus all these torii gates rose yet bare no activity to them. My servants still lurk in all of their points, as do companions of Nagisa. A lot gets done far and wide when you rely on yokai. I fear for the worst, but I have to say NightRaid has become pretty equipped in protocol when it comes to things like someone's intentions on bringing about the demise of this world using spirits beyond our realm. Nothing has risen from that yet, nothing has made itself known, but I keep an eye out.

Recently Kolda had followed up on the visit from long ago, regarding the voidsent within him. I was amused to see Keiren had gotten involved-- that's another thing from moons ago. Met my wife's great.. grand uncle? And now he's running my hunts for me. His family is endless. I'm already waiting for some distant fifth common to barge in with some crazy experiment or something at this point. Anyway, we managed to tear and rid of the entity within.. which turned out to be an incubus.. tch. I recall the days I would get called to people's houses to exorcise them, and they always felt the need to target me with their retched charms, and yet again it happened to which I nearly killed Fae. Can't say I'm thrilled about that, but his spirited sarcasm reassured me there's no bad blood. One of these days I'll have to tell them allllllll my.. FUN history with voidsent at NightRaid.

Just last night, as I write this while enjoying my morning matcha, I'm aching with all kinds of sores.. makes me feel alive. However, this feeling isn't at its peak considering our target got away. A colossal whale-void creature. The last whale I saw was at the Suiren Temple, fellow was one of the yokai that helped me revive the temple at my family's village. Though, this hunt initially started with damn sirens, which I thought would be an easy blow. Then again. CHARMED. These void creatures need to pick up a different practice. There were times I blacked out, but the others helped me put together the pieces. It's been void after void as of late. Even Ryuu has found some void-possessed kitsune ALSO on the loose. NOW WE HAVE TWO VOID CREATURES ON THE LOOSE!.. All the more reason to toss this mad feral wolf into the battlefield again. Plus.. a new project is on the horizon, my dear friends beyond the veil will quite enjoy.

Did I mention that it's good to feel alive again? Yes.

09.09.2024

[su8arandspite]

combed through my old rps and wanted to share the beth lore i found buried in them

- she adores her baby blue volkswagen beetle but cannot park for shit

- this girl cannot stop showing physical affection. she has so much love to give and damnit if her parents aren’t giving her any, you bet your ass she’s doling it out. i’m talking the kind of friend who doesn’t think twice about hugs and cheek kissing and holding your hand. when she first befriends steve harrington, he finds this very hard not to take as something more than platonic. but can you blame him? there’s only so many times the girl you’re pining after can kiss you on the cheek before you wish she’d just aim a little to to the right

- At all times, she wears a dainty heart shaped locket around her neck. this was originally an antique store find that became her greatest treasure. Inside is a photograph of her, dustin, and katy

- this is almost always matched with a charm bracelet her best friends, amy and tiffany, had been gifting her additions to over the years

- she tried to confess her feelings to steve twice and they were either interrupted or he misunderstood her both times. the result was a ridiculous 8-month-long period of mutual pining and denials that threatened to drive dustin henderson insane

- she had insane beef with jim hopper for a little over a year that made for some awkward apologies and eating crow when the truth came out and hopper finally helped her find katy

- speaking of beef, she has a never ending hatred for carol perkins. you know the phrase sandbox love never dies? yeah, well, schoolyard hatred doesn’t either

- she’s a true romantic and has a borderline obsessive amount of knowledge on the greatest loves of all time. despite the fact she’s never been in a relationship herself

- her ex-military grandad used to take her target practicing as some sort of bonding experience, so girlie can shoot a gun no problem. her weapon of choice just happens to be an axe; it’s silent and far more satisfying in terms of channeling rage. she tucks into the waistband of her skirt or steve’s sweatpants crime and punishment style for monster hunting purposes

- beth is a chronic hoodie kleptomaniac. she has collected, so far, steve harrington’s letterman jacket and one each of his basketball and swim team hoodies… that’s just what he knows about

- pls don’t ask her about her fling with billy hargrove. the look you get in return may turn you to stone. you’ve been warned

[littlestrawberries]

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Hello and welcome to my blog that I continuously forget about. I'm a disabled artist and writer that primarily does fan art/fic for the Undertale Multiverse fandom, but I'll occasionally post other fandoms, especially Hollow Knight, MLP, and Warrior Cats, as I have OCs in those fandoms (and I'm practicing drawing ponies and cats lol)

My two main projects are my Bad Sans Poly fanfic, The Slow Fall, and my own little verse called "By a Thread". More about both of these under the cut. Thanks for stopping by 💖

The Slow Fall: in which Nightmare's Gang and The Stars fall each fall in different ways.

Nightmare (and all his lovers) can't help but fall for Error, their current guest and target for love and support.

And the Stars? Well, the right thread's been pulled, and they're calling apart.

TW: self harm, suicide, off-screen violence, depersonalization

A "two sides of the same coin" type story that is entirely self indulgent. It's a slow burn that explores mental health, trauma, and different types of relationships.

By A Thread: my own personal multiverse I've been developing through RP. It includes multiversal gods, collectively known as The Pantheon, several AUs and groups created by me, a world eater and more. There's a lot of lore lmao but here's some relevant AUs/groups:

Under the Flowers: a flower language based AU where flowers began growing on monsters shortly after the death of the royal children. The AU has low resources but is highly community based that focus a little more on trading services and goods than using gold, very accepting of AU travelers, and has added locations, characters, and plant life.

Midnight's Dove: a non-modern AU where the gods just continuously fuck over the youngest of their population Ink and Error are the time gods named Crow and Dove. Once lovers, Crow hunts down Dove to bring "justice" after an event that the other gods could've prevented. Similar situation occurs with the youngest, Dream and Nightmare (Prophet and Delirium). And then there's rumors that there was a time God before Dove and Crow, a rumor that the others won't address...

The Plague: The Pantheon's Reaper's husband, Geno, now Contagion, is patient 0 for a highly infectious hivemind disease while a Nightmare, Mutation, is functionally a virus. He protects a small group of other monsters, including his brother (Fever, based off of fever dreams) from an Ink names Uto (based off of parasites). Uto's Error (Null, based loosely on various mental health symptoms) escaped Uto and now resides in a small AU, grappling with his new appearance and health issues associated with Uto partially reverting him back into a Geno.

The Inbetween: a bar that can be found in the Anti-Void owned by a partially errored Lust Sans named Eros, his Grillby, Dionysus, and a strange Nightmare, Ink, and Error (Octi, Squid, and Jelly). Jelly has special portals that open in specific AUs at specific times so customers who can't universe hop can get to it.

The Salvation: a massive ship that travels to AUs through the void, captained by an eccentric skeleton named Binni Nerik. The Salvation saves residents of crumbling or corrupted AUs, among others in difficult situations, and cares for them while trying to find a new home for them. Nerik also uses these travels as a chance to study AUs, Out of Codes, and other strange beings. He wrotr a well known collection of travel guides to help AU hoppers avoid dangerous situations.

Safe Haven: named after a shelter, this au is one that accepts refugees from The Salvation. The shelter is run by two fell brothers, Russell and Ryker, who have various resources and connections to help new arrivals get medical care, therapy, jobs, homes, etc. This AU also has The Pantheon's Error and his family's house.

Derelict: a diseased multiverse. The only relevance is that five members somehow managed to escape and are now in By a Thread.

[starman-john-tracy]

Pink Hair, Does Care [RP]

@scramjettracy:

“No, not blind no…” Perhaps it was that they weren’t shrouded in holographic blue for once, perhaps it was some kind of reflected glow from his hair, but John’s eyes gleamed in a way his older brother found decidedly eerie. Nevertheless, some well-phrased eldest sibling wisdom was clearly required. Scott cleared his throat a couple of times to buy time for glorious inspiration to strike, then when it failed to do so, went with his gut. “I didn’t want to assume the problem was…” he gestured vaguely in the direction of John’s head. “because it might have been… you might have… it doesn’t look totally…” The murderous intent in his brother’s eyes appeared to be broadening in range. “It’s not an obvious colour choice for you but you’re… kind of pulling it off?” Scott’s voice cracked a little on the last word. John quirked an eyebrow with all the violence of a rifle shot. “So… err… how did this happen?”

"You didn't assume-?!?" John lilts, then throws both hands up like he's done with the entire world, "Gordon put hair dye in my shampoo bottle and you didn't assume it was a problem?"

It's lucky there's nothing close to hand or there's a not slim chance John might have thrown it at him.

In fairness, Mr. Triple Degrees Tracy should probably have noticed the suspicious colour in the bottle before he scrubbed it through his hair, but, fresh from orbit, John had been far too tired and unsteady last night for anything short of falling face first into bed, his hair still shower damp. It was honestly lucky his eyes had been open during the process at all. The ideal target.

The shock of pink the mirror had assaulted him with this morning had been like a taser to the spine. John had tried rubbing furiously at his eyes, as if that would change the reflection staring back at him, and, when it hadn't, he'd gone straight to hunt down Scott.

Practically vibrating, John weaves his fingers into the strands of his forelock and tugs it down in front of his eyes - like maybe his hair isn't going to be so bad after all - only to groan as he confirms it is, in fact, still vividly pink.

John Tracy's hair is a simple and untouchable thing; essentially unchanged from the moment it had grown in that way. It's low maintenance in 0G and easy to fit under a helmet. Neat, sensible and practical, like an umbrella on a rainy day. Like John himself.

Now it looks like he's had some kind of uncharacteristic midlife crisis and joined a punk band. Or an arts college. And he's far less convinced that he's 'pulling it off' than Scott is.

In his head, John thinks of their mother saying; 'people shout when they don’t have the vocabulary to whisper' and he takes an exceptionally long, drawn out breath to steady himself. The anger draining away mostly leaves him miserable.

"You might think this is funny," John says, his face as much a glowing distress beacon as the shock of neon atop his head, "but I look like a flamingo." John sits down very abruptly and very hard in the room's spare chair, then adds, very small:

"...Do you think it'll come out...?"

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Meme from "Chapter Four: Cat Magic" in the Bastet breedbook from "Werewolf: The Apocalypse"

Once, I knew a three-faced girl. She wore a different face for each time of the day — morning, evening and night — and hid them all from everyone else when she wasn’t wearing them.

Cats are innately magical beings with an affinity for mysteries.

Sometimes, curiosity does worse than kill the cat!

These puzzles often involve symbols and twisted logic

Understanding such enigmas, and figuring out how to apply them in practical ways, takes time.

Other insights can include snatches of eavesdropped conversation that, when you string them all together, make a certain kind of sense.

In three words, this isn’t possible.

Let common sense be your guide.

With luck, she’ll be able to tell whether or not that water is safe to drink.

The old Norse goddess of fertility and love traveled in a chariot drawn by cats.

Go kill that vampire for me, sweetheart

Any cat is at his most terrifying when cornered.

Anyone within reach had better be at peace with their gods!

Crude, but effective!

This manifests as “bad feelings” whenever something nasty’s waiting nearby

Conspiracies, natural disasters, ambushes and festering rivalries can all be sensed ahead of time, though the outcome of combat cannot.

Undoing what you have summoned requires another, harder effort.

This may take hours.

Many animals and spirits instinctively respect a human, even if that respect verges into hostility.

Most of those who do know it charge hefty favors for the teaching

Changes can include physical prowess, attractiveness, racial features, gender and age.

A skillful data retriever can undo the damage, but it’ll take days or weeks to fix.

Note that this kind of tampering immediately sets off alarms on guarded systems; a would-be saboteur would be wise to amscray ontopray!

Cropland will remain infertile for a year, water will be poisoned for the same time.

Spoiled food is rotten forever, and those who eat it anyway will grow ill.

For this, they’re admired in public and envied in secret

Affected targets literally burst or fly apart.

Such travel only occurs at night.

Traveling out of material reality is always tricky; those lost on such trips are often lost forever

The water’s surface must be calm; raging waves will reveal nothing.

This tempest springs up out of nowhere and lasts for five minutes or less, then calms and disperses.

Some folks, of course, have no pity in their hearts.

Nature’s balance must be maintained.

Once in motion, the disease runs its course in the new location.

Every survivor in the original community mysteriously recovers.

A botch may provoke a frenzy.

Obviously, this is a last resort, but a very effective one.

Among the old folk, the jaguars were respected for their insight.

Only strong magic can rebuild the ashes of the heart or grow another one in its place.

Against unarmored humans, however, it’s devastating.

Even so, the ability to read anything set in front of you is a subtle yet powerful gift.

This irritates the spirits, and they can often tell who’s to blame.

Once freed, the soul wings forth, searching for a host.

Indistinguishable from the real thing without examination

While this form can be limiting, it’s very unobtrusive.

The more sadistic of these games involve bystanders whipped into a frenzy by this nasty secret, then set loose.

The shower is more a drizzle than a thunderstorm, but it can cool a hot day, water crops or dampen an empty creek bed in minutes.

Although the epicenter of the quake is fairly small, the tremors can be felt for miles.

Insight and enigma. Perception and misdirection.

This tends to fix most problems for good.

The first trick a good king learns is how to impress his subjects.

The second trick in a ruler’s arsenal is the ability to make his subjects obey whether they want to or not.

They can say whatever they like, but their reactions betray their cowardice!

There is a time for everything, even for stealth.

A ruler must be prepared to provide for his subjects.

Nothing diffuses a fight faster than making the aggressor walk away in near-suicidal depression.

Although the magic can’t physically harm someone, it can drive him nearly crazy as phantom pains or pleasures wash over him without noticeable cause.

These reasons can range anywhere from a lack of progress to bad politics.

Passing them on to a youngster is a sign of the utmost trust and pride.

Aside from making time to talk and having the freedom to do so, this rite doesn’t require special preparations.

These are the most sacred rites of all; anyone caught spying on them will be hunted down.

In time, storms gather or disperse, rain comes, winds rise, blizzards begin, tempests rage or calm

Animals may stampede, riots may flare and brave men may decide that now is a good time to leave

Some grudges can only be settled by force.

All attendees and their allies agree to abide by the decision.

His punishment depends on the host.

If they catch him, they’ll beat him to a pulp, but leave him alive to remember his shame.

[just-the-mage]

LFRP-Avielle Brindamour

Name: Avielle Brindamour

THE BASICS ––– –

Age:  27

Birthday: Second Sun of the Sixth Umbral Moon

Race: Elezan

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Marital Status: Single

Server: Mateus

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– –

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Turquoise

Height: 5′11″(180cm)

Build: Curvy

Distinguishing Marks:  

Common Accessories: Earrings, usually lots of them.  She has each ear pierced in four different places, and will usually wear either hoop earrings or ear cuffs.  She is also usually wearing a necklace of some kind-nothing ostentatious though.

PERSONAL ––– –

Profession: Con artist, Alchemist

Hobbies: Croquet, horseback riding, playing music (she plays the harp), and hunting (taken up specifically to appeal to specific men)

Languages: Common, and knows a bit of Old Elezan

Residence: Ishgard

Birthplace: Ishgard

Religion: None

Patron Deity: Llymlaen, the Navigator

Fears: Growing old, small spaces (she is claustrophobic), losing any of her limbs.  She pretends to be afraid of bugs and mice to appear more delicate.

RELATIONSHIPS ––– -

Spouse: N/A

Children: N/A

Parents:  Gwendal L'éclatement (father),  Adrienne Brindamour  (mother)

Siblings:  Gauvain L'éclatement (younger half-brother)

Other Relatives: not specified

Pets: N/A

TRAITS ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION ––– –

Smoking Habit: Occasionally Drugs: None  Alcohol: Mostly at Social Gatherings

RP HOOKS ––– –

The Long Con- Avielle is, without a doubt, a con artist.  She chats up noblemen (and on very very rare occasion noblewomen), curls them around her finger, lets them fall for her, and then escapes with a fairly decent amount of money.  Have you been conned by her?  Interested in a partnership?  A noble perhaps looking for some conversation with an elezen who caught your eye?  This option may be for you!   

The Mixer- Alchemy is both a pastime and a profession for Avielle.     Do you need a love potion mixed? Perhaps some poison, for if the whole love potion idea didn’t work out? An herbal remedy for your injuries, if your target found the poison? Ask around the Brume...

Magic Initiate- Avielle is currently an Arcanist-in-training. She has a pretty good grasp of the basics, but is hardly a master of the craft. Are you a fellow student? Maybe even a teacher? This may be for you!

Astrologically Inclined- Avielle finds herself very interested in fortunes and astrology. She tries not to put too much stock in it, given that she is fully aware of how easy it is to manipulate people with something so simple as telling their fortune, but her fascination remains unabated. If you are a fortune teller, or similarly interested in the practice, you may share an interest with her...

CONTACT INFORMATION  ––– –

If you want to contact me, feel free to send me an ask or DM me on tumblr at @evangeline-cross. My discord is available on request.

What I won’t do:

-Character death

-Straight ERP is a no for me, we have to be reeeeaaallllyyy close for me to even consider it tbh.

-No underage people...I shouldn’t have to say this.

[embv]

/dsmp /rp

Hypothetically, Tommy saying “he doesn’t have much long left” could definitely allude to the revival book not being 100%. We still don’t know the details behind it, after all, like what Dream had to do to actually revive Tommy, or what might happen after the fact as a physical consequence onto Tommy.

However much I find that absolutely intriguing, there’s not a lot of evidence for it, although most my evidence for the following theory I’m about to propose is more so based on circumstantial evidence.

So, in looking at it purely based on facts, no assumptions or jumps, here’s what I think will happen.

Tommy’s plan, as of now, is to break into the prison. Make no mistake, this is what he is rooted entirely on. He’s going to break into the prison to kill Dream.

There is A LOT. And I mean A LOT of room for this plan to go very, very south. Canonically, Dream is malnourished, has been getting tortured for what has to be around a month for every day now, and has probably not exercised one bit since he entered the prison. He will be out of shape. Purely Dream SMP-wise, Tommy has a big chance at killing him.

Obviously, this does not operate the same as for just looking at the Dream SMP as block characters. Unless Dream is able to portray someone weakened and physically weak, he will be the same strength he was before, and obviously better at PVP. Tommy will have weapons and armor, though, so the chance for Dream to fight back against Tommy and live is very, very slim.

Therefore,

There are many possibilities for Tommy’s break-in to the prison, then. If we omit the good possibilities, this is a simplistic, off-my-head list of what could happen.

Tommy can die, again. This one is very slim, however, and I want to say the chance of this happening is near impossible, but it’s still a viable option, so, what can I say?

Dream can revive Wilbur. He may raise Wilbur from the dead, then, and be able to either escape or throw Tommy off enough to postpone it.

Dream can call in that favor from Technoblade. It depends on what Techno does, but the bad option here is that Dream will escape, or will kill Tommy.

Dream could get killed by Tommy. This one is also very slim, not because he doesn’t have a lot of chance to, but because there is no way I could see Dream getting killed off like this, this early.

As for what I see as the most likely, Dream will escape the prison as an effect to Tommy’s break-in. There’s more canon basis to support this, given the sirens at the end of Big Q’s latest big lore stream, signifying that Dream has escaped the prison. There’s little chance Tommy will die, there’s little chance Dream will die, and I can’t see Dream just staying in the prison with all of the build-up. I don’t know exactly how Dream will have escaped prison, then, perhaps with Wilbur coming in by being revived or Technoblade’s favor. Either way, this is the what I see happening the most.

Then, what does Tommy mean when he says that he doesn’t have long left? He’s alluded to this, as in his death, in the context of the Final Disc War, before, and it never really happened, and the chances then are practically equal to now, if not more in Tommy’s favor, but meta-wise if we consider that there’s no way they would just kill Tommy off after everything (especially with the knowledge of revival still with Dream, after all, Dream is far too obsessed with Tommy to let him go).

Tommy knows he won’t die by Dream’s hands. If he does, he’ll be brought back. Retraumatized, but alive. I don’t think this is what he means when he says he won’t have long left.

However, if we consider a possibility where Dream escapes, what will happen to Tommy?

Well, first off, Dream will wreak havoc amongst the server. He’ll start uproars and go after people in acts of revenge and generally just cause destruction, once again.

If we ignore Dream in that narrative, however, and just take it that he escapes the prison, what will happen to Tommy?

Tommy has signed a waiver, in the prison, at least twice now saying that if the prisoner escapes during or after his visit as a direct effect of what happens, anyone is given the permission to hunt him down and kill him for good. This would most certainly include Sam.

I don’t think he’s willing to implicate anyone else not because Dream is dangerous, but because he’s scared of what will happen to them as a direct consequence of what his plan is, and scared of what Sam will do to him.

Perhaps not specifically Sam, as the waiver gives permission for anyone, but I can’t see anyone completely willing to kill Tommy right now, aside from Jack, who would be dead-set on it because of his actions regarding the prison. Either way, Tommy had zoned out as a trauma response to Jack’s shouting at him, so it’s uncertain as to whether or not he fully grasped the gravity of what Jack had been saying. Nonetheless, I think the person in the forefront of his mind would be Sam.

Here’s the thing, then: Tommy knows how much Sam cares about the prison. He knows that Sam prioritizes it over everything, and he knows how serious he is about it all. He even comments during his revival stream here that Sam would absolutely leave him in the prison alone if he thought Dream had escaped and that Tommy was lying to save his skin. Kill him, maybe even.

His plan now is a contradiction to that mindset earlier, that Tommy could not Dream. The thing that was holding him back in the past, however, was that he was terrified of being left alone. He didn’t want to be left alone, with no contact, trapped in the confines of the prison, especially with all of his trauma surrounding it and with his claustrophobia.

He could not have killed Dream while he was in the prison, because he was unsure of what Sam would do and was unsure if he would have been left alone. It was a quick, panicked decision in the moment regardless, right after quite a bit of trauma.

However, Tommy now, he has had time to stew on it, no longer panicking from every hit or cut, to think about what he thinks he needs to do and the possible consequences from what he is going to do, because we all know Tommy does not perform well under pressure, and often makes a lot better decisions afterward, but has still reached the same conclusion, clearly.

Dream needs to die. It doesn’t matter if it’s by Tommy, because it’s not a plot for revenge, but he needs to die. That revive book cannot be used by anyone, and especially not Dream.

But, if Dream manages to escape the prison as a consequence of Tommy breaking in (with withers, might I add, which would definitely be worse than trying to saunter in), then what happens to Tommy?

Again, several possibilities. To name two,

Tommy could be prepared to die here. He’s most likely still careful about Sam, and if we take Sam’s priority of the prison above Dream into question, then he could definitely trap Tommy into the prison, or, like Tommy’s waiver sign says, “give permission for any individual to hunt [him] down and kill [him] until [he is] completely dead.”

He could forever stay on the run in this scenario, which would make his farewell to Tubbo and his fears of “not lasting any longer” understandable.

He knows Sam will gun it for him, and, again, that he will be a definitive target. He’d definitely be afraid of dying here, and, in his mind, the threat of getting caught is ever prevalent, and he could die.

His preparation for death, then, explains why he’s doing about the same thing he did in his VOD of his last night on the SMP. He’s tying up loose ends and trying to get over his trauma so he won’t leave this world with untied knots and so he won’t wander around in limbo with unfinished business or feelings and words never spoken. He’s preparing for a fight in which his death is a certain possibility again, and he’s preparing for it in the same way he did back then.

I’m not sure what Sam would do even if Dream were to die by Tommy’s hands. Sam certainly wants Dream dead, but his warden instincts and priorities may take over his, you know, desires. It’s not entirely stated what he would do in the case that Dream were to die, but I can imagine that the warden side of him would not be very happy with Tommy.

This is all still speculation, of course. The Dream SMP is known for twists and loops, I wouldn’t be surprised if they pulled one last second, but this is generally not a theory on what will happen, although I do delve into that, but more my insight and thoughts about why Tommy claims he doesn’t think he’ll last long.

In the end, though, as a TL;DR, I think Tommy is afraid of the consequences to killing Dream rather than Dream himself, because while he’s the biggest factor for Tommy’s trauma, Dream’s chances at killing Tommy and Tommy staying dead are incredibly low, and no reason for Tommy to claim that he doesn’t have long left.

[homestuckexamination]

The format of that description looks to 100% like the real thing :O Did you spend a lot of time making it look as similar as possible, or is it part of a fan adventure or something like that? (Because I would totally want to read it if it was real)

I kinda wrote it on the spot back when I made it! She’s actually repurposed from an older OC of mine that I’m using for other things, so I had a solid idea about how she was already, and simply adapted it to an Alternian setting.

I HAVE considered making a Fanadventure in the past, but noooo way, I don’t have a team of people and it’d be way too much work for a side project X3. I would love to get involved in something big and Homestuck-y, but as a hobby, running four different blogs and doing art keeps me busy enough as is. Most of my OCs are either for Fun, or for planned Fan-Session RPs I’ve had with my friends, so there’s nothing really public around!

Also, I found my documents, so I now remember their Classpects and have all of their descriptions here!

Rhoxym - Seer of Doom

Jamita - Thief of Rage

Your name is JAMITASELKEE.

You think everyoneshould TAKE A STEP BACK and CHILL THE FUCK DOWN. Born as one of the rare JADECASTE, you have no shame in admitting your status as a RUNAWAY, and in fact,REVEL IN IT. You hold a PROFOUND BELIEF that everyone was put on this world fora purpose, and you are OUT TO FIND YOURS. Everything in nature, everything inlife, has a CONNECTION, a MEANING, and the more time you spend searching forthe MISSING PIECES IN YOUR LIFE, the more you have come to notice how ABSURDYOUR ENTIRE SOCIETY IS.

Everything from theCASTE SYSTEM to your SOCIETAL CONVENTIONS make absolutely no sense to you,which is why you’re lucky to be part of the ONLY CASTE IN YOUR SPECIES able towithstand the SEARING HEAT OF THE DAY, allowing to wander when NO ONE IS OUT TOFIND YOU. Furthermore, ever since your awakening as a RAINBOWDRINKER, you havehad no problems scaring away PROSECUTORS and even occasionally IMPERIAL DRONESthat wandered too close. You like trying to make others SEE THE WAY YOU DO,preferring REASON over VIOLENCE. However your INTENSE, OCCASIONAL THIRST FORBLOOD makes it hard to keep encounters CIVIL all the time. But that’s okay,your LUSUS helps you trap unsuspecting Trolls and Lusii for you to FEED ON. HerQUICK SANDS were the first thing that taught you patience and calm in diresituations, and for that you are EXTREMELY GRATEFUL TO HER, allowing her todevour the CARCASSES OF THE DECEASED, DRAINED BODIES YOU LEAVE BEHIND. LususCarcasses. Not Troll Carcasses, God dammit, you TRY TO NOT DRAIN THOSE OF YOURSPECIES COMPLETELY.

You are as much of aROOKIE PHILOSOPHER as you are a CONNOSIER OF FINE BLOODS, and without manymaterial possessions, some of your favorite past times involve HEATEDPOLITICAL, RELIGIOUS AND PHILOSOPHICAL DEBATES. These are the only times youtend to get CARRIED AWAY with more long winded messages and stronger emotionalresponses. You believe any ARGUMENT or GRUDGE can be solved with aHEART-TO-HEART, and often AUSPISTICE BETWEEN YOUR FRIENDS, even when they don’task for your help. SPECIALLY when they don’t ask for your help. You tend toKNOW BETTER than they do after all.

Your search for newENLIGHTENED HEIGHTS and your PURPOSE IN LIFE has led you to the occasionalconsumption of PSYCHOSOMATIC STIMULANTS, but with your lifestyle, it has becomeincreasingly difficult to find any of the GOOD STUFF around. You’re so closethough. You have been tracking your BLOODLINE for SWEEPS, and have spent DAYSIN DEEP MEDITATION over the plan PARADOX SPACE has for you, and you just FEELlike something is just about to UNLOCK YOUR CHAKRAS AT ANY MOMENT. But untilthen, you will just KICK BACK, RELAX and LET THE ECHOES OF NATURE FLOW THROUGHYOU.

Your username is transcendentMediator,and you kind of. don’t care about small talk. until you find something you careabout™.

Shikra - Bard of Doom

Your name is SHIKRAOMYINE and you have been VERY, VERY BAD.

Those of your blood,at the bottom of the HEMOSPECTRUM, are often treated with disrespect, and madeto face all sorts of ABUSE AND HUMILIATIONS, but out of all rustbloods you’repossibly the one with the MOST ROTTEN LUCK out there. You must have really donesomething extremely wrong in a past life, because KARMA is always a BITCH whenit comes to you.

As such, you’ve oftentried to SEEK REPENTANCE in order to sate the FORCES OF FATE ATTEMPTING TO DICKWITH YOU. And somehow, every single time, it BACKFIRES TREMENDOUSLY. But it’sokay. You’ve gotten USED TO IT with time. You have learned well that fate issomething you can’t stop. That NO ONE CAN STOP. Karmic destinies,predestination, they’re shackles tying civilization down, leading it down thepath of inevitability, and you’re pretty much just ALONG FOR THE RIDE ASEVERYTHING BURNS AROUND YOU.

You have NOCONVICTION when it comes to fighting fate, but if you believe it to be yourdestiny to do something, or see someone resisting their own fate, you will GOFUCKING NUTS and PUSH THEM THE WAY THEY ARE MEANT TO GO, no matter what thatfate of theirs may be.

Your room is aCOMPLETE AND UTTER MESS, you don’t remember the LAST TIME YOU CLEANED IT UP,but then again you also barely remember the LAST TIME YOU TOOK A SHOWER. Whybother after all? Everything is going to end up the same way in the end.

While some may callyour outlook on life FATALISTIC and OUTRIGHT WRONG, you have been using thisdemeanor of yours to HELP OTHER LOWBLOODS, specially other rusties, to ACCEPTTHEIR ULTIMATE FATE. You have held several congregations in your hive for thosewho have given up, and HELPED SPEED UP THEIR DEMISE. It feels good relievingsomeone of their SUFFERING.

…

Yeah.

You may be a bit of aFUCKING PSYCHOPATH.

Your username isominousEntropy, and you come across… as somewhat manipulative at times… haha…?;)

Tiamat - Page of Breath

Your name is TIAMAT SAAVAN, and you can’t remember the last time you TOOK AN ABLUTION. 

Not that there’s anyone around to MAKE YOU DO IT- And even if they were, what COULD they do about it? You’re probably one of the BIGGEST TROLLS YOUR AGE in just about every way, from the IMMENSE MANE that rivals that of HER IMPERIOUS CONDESCENSION’S, to your POWERFUL LEGS, which you have cracked QUITE A FEW LUSUS SKULLS with. You like HUNTING PREY, but if there’s anything better than that, it has to be MESSING WITH IT FIRST. OTHER TROLLS make particularly fun targets, when they find a SEEMINGLY LOST GIRL, alone in the JUNGLE. You get FREEBIES by TAGGING ALONG with them, but occasionally, you have also DRAGGED THEM BACK TO YOUR HIVE or ATTACKED THEM depending on the circumstances.

The area you live in is YOUR TERRITORY, which you inherited from your CHOLERBEAR LUSUS when you BESTED HER IN WILD, FERAL COMBAT. She was an overbearing burden either way, but taking your ONLY PARENTAL FIGURE so early in life, and in such an isolated location, had… CONSEQUENCES. DRONES don’t patrol this far into the Jungle, which also means you’ve spent a good chunk of your life ISOLATED FROM CIVILIZATION. Your Hive isn’t even in Imperial Records, having been CARVED through the years from a FALLEN, ANCIENT TREE, first by your Lusus and then by you. You have NO EXPERIENCE with social interactions, and yet, ironically, because of this, you possess a MATERNAL, NURTURING INSTINCT practically UNSEEN in most of Trollkind.

It was only last sweep that you got your hands on a PALMHUSK from one of the Trolls wandering too far into the woods. TURNING A NEW PAGE in your life, realizing that there’s more to the world than you thought it was, you’ve been… Trying to make friends. But sometimes you just need to STEP BACK and CATCH YOUR BREATH before you burn yourself out. 

Your trolltag is untamedPersuasion, and you. not really good. with big words yet. :( but you. try. :3

Lilith - Lord of Void

Your name is. 

Your name- 

… 

You have some PROBLEMS. 

Your name is LILITH MIRREA and you’re a completely AVERAGE TEALBLOOD.

You cannot exactly RECALL how most of your LAST WEEK has gone, or your ENTIRE LIFE for that matter. Everything BLURS together when you spend most of your waking hours in AUTOPILOT.

Your peers know you as an EXEMPLARY LEGISLACERATOR IN TRAINING. You have been STUDYING ALTERNIAN LAW from a young age, got yourself a NICE HIVE for you and your BLIND ANACONDA MOM, and proceeded to… Wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Night after night, you READ ALTERNIAN LAW. You TALK TO YOUR PEERS. You present yourself as the PERFECT ALTERNIAN CITIZEN, PERFECTLY RUTHLESS when needed, PERFECTLY COMPLIANT when required, PERFECTLY AVERAGE, PERFECTLY FINE. 

PERFECTLY DEAD INSIDE. 

You swear hardly a SINGLE ACTION you’ve done in your life has been your own. You STRUGGLE ENORMOUSLY with concepts regarding IDENTIY and WORTH, in a world that has proven to encourage keeping this SOUL-CRUSHING DAY-TO-DAY of yours. You have NOTHING you care about. You have NO ONE you trust enough to TALK ABOUT THESE THINGS, and you lack any semblance of WILL or DRIVE to accomplish anything in your life.

So you just keep going. The PERFECT ALTERNIAN ROLE MODEL. You KEEP WAITING. So that maybe something will eventually FILL THIS VOID inside of you. But… GOOD LORD.

You don’t know how long you can keep this up.

Your trolltag is listlessConduit, And you really talk in a sort of disinterested manner because like I dont know I guess some conversations are okay from time to time maybe

[scholar-thief]

[ RP LOG ]

Momori hunts for dodos and eggs with Njorthrbiartr “Biartr” Hjallr and Caelrin Morra.

Snippets of OOC chat in italics + blockquotes, for flavor. You can assume many actions were due to just, so many bad rolls. So many bad rolls.

@s-udarshana​ @vysaldhe

Momori) australia is like a high level zone irl (Momori) everythings so dangeorus!!!!! (Momori) kangaroos like, are cute on an abstract level. but then you see one in real life, and how it has an 8 pack and is JACKED and (Biartr) they are so JACKED LMAO OMG … (Momori) my mind is racing w/ thoughts of australia. who knows what I'll write I'm a loose cannon now (Biartr) oh god kalsdfhjsd

Momori - In the wild, wind-torn lands of Abalathia’s Spine, two adventurers find themselves yalms away from vicious “Gastronis” birds. These hefty, feather-covered spheres of mass prowl the lands, searching for delicacies hidden away beneath the soil, their legs powerful enough to go from 0 to 60 in a blink of the eye. As such, they made difficult prey for the local knights, not that many wanted to go toe to toe with what were basically legs attached to a ball anyway.

Momori spots a particularly JACKED one. How that looks on a goddamn sphere is...up to you. She points at it. “Shall we start?”

Biartr | When being told about the anatomy of these birds, and observing them from the sky, Biartr hadn't guessed that they'd be so...large. On all accounts, really. Most notably, she was rather concerned by the state of their legs, canting her head to the side to get a better look. "I'll admit I have my reservations," Biartr admitted, shifting from one leg to another as she squinted slightly. "I mean I can see why the wish to eat them, at the very least."

Caelrin: "--huh. Thought I saw some folks lackin' plate strollin' about here. Strangers two, but I've seen you 'round the ship before."

Biartr was glad to quit staring at the strange...muscular legs of the gastornis, brushing loose strands of hair from her features. "Ah?" Her head canted to the side once more in thought. "The same to you -- Ah, Biartr." She gestured briefly to herself.

Momori: “Each bird is enough to feed a camp for days. How many did we have to hunt again? Ten?” Momori tilted her head slightly, not looking forward to both hunting /and/ hauling back a literal mountain of birdflesh. She then looked towards the newcomer and gave a small wave. “Hello there. I’m Momori.”

Caelrin | Sure enough - the stranger is a vaguely familiar one, a Hyur seen about camp and ship - though perhaps a brute of scarred muscle was a bit more apt in description. Dull golden eyes shed themselves keen against the features of the lalafell and viera, affable and yet observing all the while - a placid, warm smile upon tarnished features all the same. "Biartr an' Momori, then. Well met. Caelrin, Caelrin Morra. Fist of Rhalgr - Monk of Ala Mhigo."

Caelrin: "...iffin I didn't know any better, I'd say it sounds as if you two plan t' hunt."

Momori simply points at the strange ballbirds over yonder. “Ten of them, and their eggs. We were given rotten cabbages by the merchants, and hope to show goodwill by helping them with some hunting.”

Biartr inclined her head before affirming his suspicions with a short but firm nod, her golden gaze looming down only briefly. "We were unfortunate enough to strike a deal with a rather," Her shoulders rolled up and down languidly. "...Demanding trader."

Caelrin: ".....demanding trader. You two look savvy an' fierce enough to set to the hunt then, that's for certain. What stalls your intent? Waitin' for folks?"

Biartr looked towards the birds gathering, and finally back to the hyur with a slight grimace. Her voice lowered, perhaps she thought the birds could hear her. "...I've heard stories of sky pirates getting gutted from the power of their legs alone. Haven't ever seen one this...low down, admittedly."

Momori looks at the dodo’s fearsome, powerful legs, then looks back at Caelrin and Biartr. “Could go in, knives out. Maybe get punted off this plane of existence. Perhaps we could lay a trap for them instead?”

Caelrin | Of all answers to be given to such a question - given the slow, gentle rise of the brow upon Caelrin's countenance, it's clear enough to see *that* wasn't what he'd been expecting. A glance to her, and then, to Momori, before looking to the Gastornis in the distance. He's thinking. "....can't be any worse than a kick from a horse, fable or otherwise. Then again - one ain't three. Trap seems a bit too much - they ain't exactly big game."

Caelrin: "How about this - i get their attention, take the hits for you, while you two skewer as you please."

Momori: “Sounds like a lovely plan!” She gives Caelrin a pat on the back. If he was willing to bear the brunt of attacks from a herd of birds, then she would be first to jump on the idea.

Momori offers a moment of silence to Caelrin.

Biartr chewed slightly on her bottom lip, leveraging her height to her tip toes to get a look at the birds just beyong Caelrin. "They do have claws. Horses don't have claws." She had a point, at least -- and her gaze finally dropped, as did her height. "I'm not sure I could just watch you get beat pathetically by a Gastornis..." She squinted at Momori's answer, before gracing him with a rather pathetically confused look. "If I am outnumbered, then so be it."

Caelrin just sort of......stares. Rather than give into the ego of a lesser man under such scrutiny - Biartr's compassion, even if confused, earns a wry, warm smile delivered to her in mixture of reassurance and knowing. "I'm planning on it. Reckon you know not of th' faith, then - best you see it practice firsthand than me chewing your ear off with our ways. Trust me - I've taken far worse."

Caelrin: "But, iffin it puts you at ease - 's take it one at a time. Best we get the eggs first; these creatures might have materal instincts. Raid their nests, some'll come calling. Two birds with.....two eggs, I reckon."

Momori: “Oh, I’m sure ole’ Cael will be alright. Look at all the scars on ‘im! Birds will be no problem.” Momori then turns to look for a couple of birds to start with, and sees a pair nested by a tree on the top of a cliff. “Shall we?”

Biartr: "I have an idea for the eggs," Biartr interjected, raising a bone horn that was affixed to her waist. "It's entirely possible that I could ride my endymion and pick up the eggs from their nests one, or two at a time. We can fly and drop them off to a safe point."

Caelrin: ".....hrm. Hit-and-run tactics. If you reckon you an' your companion can be swift an' deft enough to do so, I see no reason for you to not try. More likely to spot nests from th' air than the ground anyways. Reckon you can handle that, while Momori an' I start setting to the birds."

Biartr: "Easily enough," She affirmed with a short nod, taking a step back to press her lips to her horn. Somewhere along the mass of tents, skirting one of the sky-islands came a purple-feathered beat. A little larger than the average endymion and of course, characterised by the muscular single foot -- swooping down to just behind the trio.

Momori takes one look at the beast and chuckles. “Gods, the size of that thing...I thought the dodos were big, but this could probably hunt them without breaking a sweat. But I’m keen on seeing Caelrin in action.”

Caelrin watches the creature with a particular interest - eyes of a man who, though having seen such beasts domesticated before, didn't quite expect to see one like this. Seems he knows well enough to keep his distance - it's no pet. With a nod, he glances to the lalafell, fists rising to clash knuckles with one another in solidarity. There's an audible *thud*, as if he'd just punched a shield. "Aye, no time to waste. Burning daylight."

Momori - The closer she got, the more...hesitant she felt. She couldn’t see beyond the chest of the bird. It looked like some awful, heaving bushel of orange feathers propped up on two legs the size of a lalafell each. Momori pulled out her two daggers...and waited for Biartr and Caelrin to give some kind of signal.

Caelrin , for one, doesn't seem daunted all that much - either by truthful discourse of having seen far worse, or merely by virtue of a firm shell of bravado. Regardless - a glance is sent in Momori's way, watching her produce her daggers before eyes train upon the bird once more - studying it, as if discerning where to strike first. He had to be humane about it....right?

Biartr | It hadn't taken long for the Veena to be seen and somewhat heard overhead. The only noise being that of the thunderous clap of the endymion's wings. The first nest that would be her target would be one teetering just on the edge of the isles. For the most part, the gastornis surrounded it seemed happily nesting until she had gone near -- at least it was a welcome distraction away from the other two.

(Momori) just start.... stabbing with me toothpicks?!? (Caelrin) KEK (Caelrin) also - are we rolling to attacks these or is it just. freeform killin (Biartr) Tenderise the meat and you'll be doing them a favour at the very least (Momori) oh man. if people play pokemon (Momori) fighting type is bad against flying right? (Momori) HHA (Caelrin) do you think these things fly (Biartr) dfjghdkfg (Biartr) and i don't mind rolls or free form, it *would* be funny to add a random element to it (Momori) if doduo is flying then ????????? (Caelrin) yeah i'm cool either way, i just wanna know before i have caelrin start things off (Caelrin) cool with it* (Momori) I'll roll, because RNG is fun :D (but will just use it as a rough guide of how things go)

Caelrin: ".....ah, hells with it," grunts the monk. Fists angle down and behind to the ground, and a low stance is taken before aether, in vicious jets, erupt and clash to produce force that sends Caelrin violently into the air before the gastorinis - only for him to aim to crash down upon it with a powerful axe kick.

Biartr | The endymion takes the first swoop down towards the nest, its powerful leg aiming to grab at the egg. Unfortunately for the bird, egg and Veena at once - its leg is perhaps a little /too/ powerful and during the lifting process, it manages to crush the egg rather carelessly. From overhead, a barrage of cursing can be heard.

Momori - While the birds are distracted by Biartr and Caelrin, Momori dashes in, daggers drawn. She mounts the back of one of the birds and becomes a whirlwind of stabs, but the whole attack is more akin to a kitten desperately trying to cause damage to a much larger foe. The bird pays more attention to the chaos Caelrin is causing.

Caelrin | With the first bird having assumedly been easily dispatched - Caelrin gets into it, now that the herd has sufficiently been aggroed. The monk is deft and fluid in his motions, focusing upon the next closest bird - it's almost comically how easily he fells it, a vicious aethercharged hook to his beak, leaving neon-violet aether in its wake, puts it down as if he were knocking out a drunkard.

Biartr | For the second round, the endymion swoops in to grab the next egg within the nest. A change of tactics, it seemed, throwing the egg up towards Biartr. The Veena manages to catch it, quite perfectly before it quite literally explodes in her grasp, leaving her covered in egg-toplasm.

Momori - Meanwhile, the dodo Momori is riding squawks! Once, then twice! It then dashes off, Momori hanging for dear life on its back, her screams growing faint as it gets further and further away. The speed is eventually too much and she tumbles off, disappearing into the tall grass.

Momori: "..............................." She gets up, the whole front of her covered in mud and tuffs of grass.

(Biartr) Benny hill theme music intesifies (Biartr) intensifies** (Momori) I need the playdead emote after all this (Momori) haha benny hill theme music BLARES and destroys headphone users

Caelrin | Two birds down - and yet, despite being so focused, Caelrin is much too occupied in the witnessing of Momori tumbling down and out over the dirt that the focus drops for just a second.  Not even a chance is had for him to accost the third bird, just watching as it rears back - only to peck him in the chest! Certainly doesn't draw blood, but the force of it produces a tough grunt and a backstep.

Biartr | This time, third time lucky? Right? Wrong. Biartr and her endymion swoop down a third time, only to be met by a rather territorial gastornis. The endymion's muscular claw picks up the would-be attacker as opposed to the egg. It's at least something that could be used to a form of advantage, and Biartr directs the bird higher, where it would drop the gastornis from a great height. It plummets to the isle not far from the duo, dead upon impact.

Momori tosses a dagger at one of the Gastornis, and the blade flies straight and true. It buries itself deep in the neck of the bird, ending its life swiftly. She wipes the mud from her eyes, steps over, and wretches the dagger out from the corpse without batting a lash. That was more like it - now, who’s next?

Caelrin | Who's next? The poor gastornis that's just pecked Caelrin square in the chest. With a clashing of fists and a grunt, the aether within, a sickly, violent, violet aether stokes, swelling muscle and shading over flesh and flaring like neon within veins. With particular speed a force, he seizes the bird by the literal beak with a single hand, heaving and throwing it down into the ground like a hulk would a trickster god.

Biartr had many an excuse for this situation. Namely, the fact that she didn't half-drown her head in a vat of ceruleum. Now that her endymion was finished trashing an entire nest, she ground both of their progress to a halt and stepped off the bird in the middle of the peninsula. Both of her hands dipped into the bright blue paint in a contained on her belt - and she practically painted her entire face blue with ceruleum. The woman now smelling like an engine room, and possibly glow in the dark.

Momori - Some dodos surround Caelrin, pecking and dodging. Others run around in dumb circles, kicking up dust and adding to the overall chaotic ENTROPY of the whole ordeal. Under the cover of mud and grass, Momori leaps deftly into the air and lands on the top of another bird, blades sinking down on where she stands. Another one down. The sight of something purple catches her eye, and she witnesses Caelrin go hulk on a Gastornis. Weird? Something to ask about later? Yes.

Caelrin | With the poor bird left in a small, feather-lined crater - now it was time to adapt and fight against one's surroundings. Peck and dodge as they may, combat aqgainst beasts was a specialty of Caelrin's, and pecks are weaved through or land uselessly against powerful arms or iron-like muscle. Another bird bites the dust with retaliation, as a streaking overhead fist hammers down firmly upon its cranium - followed with an audible *crunch*.

Biartr | The somewhat lost-looking Viera had now a certain fierceness about her, if you could see her once more in the sky. She had stood herself on the back of the endymion, who had swooped towards the second nest, grabbing the egg neatly within its clutches. It leant towards the side with its swoop, allowing the Veena to pick up an egg within her grasp too. The two flying briefly off to deposit the eggs within Cloudtop.

Momori slides under a bird, dragging her blade through as she moves between its legs. As it collapses, she quickly turns back and gives it another good stab near the neck, as to end its suffering quickly. How many was that now? Seven?

(Momori) cromch (Momori) god that sound. I'm thinking of that video where someone bites a banana horizontally and it makes just, the worst sound (Biartr) N O (Caelrin) HELLO? (Momori) IS. IS THAT THE SOUND?? (Caelrin) IDK WHAT YOU MEAN (Momori) here I will show you (Biartr) im trying to find the video dkfgdf (Caelrin) wow i REALLY HATE THIS (Caelrin) but no not quite the sound (Momori) that cronch sound is burned in my memory (Biartr) perhaps just speed it up a bit to 2x (Biartr) and that's the sound (Biartr) anyway im going to eat my keyboard (Momori) ahaha PLS

Biartr | Its perhaps not the sun for Biartr and her endymion. The purple-feathered 'friend' comes into contact with the third nest and only a horrid 'squelch' can be heard as the two overzealously destroy all of the eggs and the single inhabitant within it into a mushed pulp.

Caelrin | Seven, eight - frankly, Caelrin stopped counting after the second. His focus remains firmly upon seeing the herd cleared and brought to rest, even that which was eternal. Despite this, the assault continues from the last few present, and Caelrin endures with the same defense and speed he had at first - though the birds are starting to pelt a little more fiercly. Maybe avenging their fallen brethren - or all those eggs. He's handling it well, though.

(Momori) so. so many eggs exploded (Momori) f (Biartr) Biartr out here looking like boo boo the fool (Caelrin) should've put on clown makeup (Biartr) peels off her flesh to reveal a full clown suit with make up (Momori) dfjsldjfkls jfSDJFSDKJ

Momori hears something behind her, and she whips her head around. The motion is too fast though, and her hair slaps right onto her eyes. Momentarily blinded, something hits her on the back and sends her flying through the air, right towards Caelrin.

Caelrin | Momori may have despaired - but rest assured, with a monk on the team, she's in good hands. Literally; she's been *caught*, a reactionary movement made to preserve himself and her. With a huff, he promptly tosses her like a football to the nearest bird to continue the attack, while he occupies himself with another satisfying crunch of a gastornis cranium.

Momori - The bird catches Momori.

Biartr | Despite being out of practice for the traditional 'hunt' that Biartr was accustomed too, perhaps she was getting back into the hang of it. Somewhat, at least. Once more, the Veena and her mount swoop down into a nest and carry off two eggs back towards the Camp. There is an air of chaos to it, as the gastornis attempt to trample (read: follow) the egg-snatchers.

Momori - Lalafell under wing, the bird sprints to its nest and slam dunks Momori into it. Touchdown! Momori is just, done. She lets it happen. Dead inside eyes gaze to the sky.

Caelrin | Nevermind. She *isn't* in good hands, for she is now in a nest. Unfortunately, the said bird finds itself sideways and slackened as a vicious dropkick is loosed into its flank - seeing it skid along and through dirt and rock to its death in retaliation. Not quite a slam dunk, but - it's a goal. Goal. Goal. GOOOOOOALASSOOOOOOOOO

Biartr | It's not a great time. It's an awful time. The next set of nests Biartr and her endymion race for are the ones precariously teetering on the edge. Except, now they're not on the edge and are dropping into the clouds below. Ooft.

(Biartr) Roblox oof. (Caelrin) do the eggs also explode mid-fall (Momori) HAHHA (Biartr) :pensiveclown: (Biartr) we'll go with no and see if we can salvage it with a /good/ roll. (Caelrin) also actually how many birds have we killed (Caelrin) is it like....8 or 9 (Momori) I think 10?? or 9. But we can round up (Caelrin) 9.7 birds > Biartr literally rolls a 1  (Momori) OH My god!!!! (Biartr) BYE (Momori) this is MOMENTUOUS (Biartr) im laughing so hard rn (Caelrin) : ) (Caelrin) the endymion releases an egg - it explodes as soon as it's out (Biartr) ????

Momori sits up in the nest, in time to see a bird crash into a rock. Absolute chaos. She looks up, eyes searching for Biartr and her companion. Something in her gut tells her that she better be watching.

Biartr | Biartr's concern for Calerin getting gutted by a muscle-leg flightless bird was misplaced. Especially now that she was somewhat over-hulked on the mix of ceruleum and paint on her face. Her endymion flies off, for now, but Biartr appeared to have been dropped amongst the piles of birds. Or moreso, thrown - her body skidding through the mud in a dirty, yolky, blue-faced mess. Nice job.

(Biartr) ah I also don't have /playdeadon this character (Momori) splot (Caelrin) roblox death sound (Caelrin) also who's Calerin (Biartr) hello darkness my old friend (Momori) long lost twin (Momori) evil dark twin (Caelrin) Calerin Moarr (Biartr) his more attractive sister (Biartr) biartr: overjuiced on paint. me: overjuiced on coffee (Caelrin) LMAO (Caelrin) aight one last roll since i think this bird be the last yeah? (Momori) sounds good!! (Biartr) :) (Biartr) biartr is gonna have to just end up being "Look guys I am actually really cool okay please beliEvE ME"

Momori silently stares at Biartr, gaze flat and serious. But seconds later, she bursts into a laughter so powerful she topples over on the floor. A bird comes over and sits on top of her as if she were an egg, and the sound of laughter is muffled by several layers of feather.

Caelrin | Biartr's concern for Caelrin getting gutted by a muscle-leg flightless bird may have been misplaced, certainly; after all, given all the carnage on the ground, as well as the beaten and slain birds with crushed heads and perforated necks, it's clear the two are handling themselves well. One bird left - and that is all it takes for Caelrin to lose focus long enough to watch Biartr faceplant into the dirt and mud. Nice job. Instinct has him rushing to move to her - but he takes his eyes off his prey long enough for the very same bird that sits on Momori to kick the monk squarely in the stomach, raking as well. A flash of red and a few ilms driven back. Okay, yeah - it's got a kick.

Biartr merely stares flat-out, looking at the sky - the only movement is the heavy rise and fall of her chest. For a moment she moves the spear off her back, throwing it towards the duo in a hope she'd at least skewer a bird, only for the spear to fall short and plant into the ground shy of the target near Cael.

(Caelrin) ......does the tail of the spear have a sharp end too (Biartr) it does! just shorter than the usual (Caelrin) e x e c u t i o n t i m e.

Momori can’t hear what’s happening. What’s going on? In the warm darkness she’s trapped under, she fumbles about, hands searching for her daggers..which she doesn’t find. No, the bird seems to tell her. It is egg time. Time to be egg.

Caelrin | Momori will not be egg. Not today - not this time. Like being birthed from the womb for a second time, the lalafell is thrown into the world of light and air as the bird is quite *literally* pulled off of her and lifted into the air with bared teeth and a low snarl. He's clearly fed up with all of this - and tempers his frustrations accordingly with due justice. Biartr's spear is just nearby, waiting like a pole - and just like that, the monk slams the bird upon its tail-end with force.

Caelrin | Skewered - unfortunately, not a good kebob. Still raw and feathered.

Biartr continues to lie deathly still amongst the grass and bird corpses. There is likely a thought process of if she lays there still and long enough, she'll be forgotten about. The Veena is hoping, at least.

Caelrin: "--Biartr!" calls the monk, who's patting down his front with gauntlets as that peculiar violet aura begins to fade, drifting away with particles bleeding into the wind. Sorry - you're still here. "You alright over there?"

Momori doesn’t say. A word. She picks up her daggers.Then, a bird. Wordlessly starts making a pile of their bodies. She additionally steps over to Biartr, and waves a hand over her eyes. “...Shall we carry you back as well?”

Biartr continues to stare at the clouds overhead. She is plain-faced and taking a deep breath. "You can leave me here." There's a half-smile, though her brows are in knots and speak an otherwise rather frustrating story.

Momori cracks a mud-caked smile at Biartr. “This was certainly.......exciting.....Let us not speak of this in detail.”

Caelrin: "........I'll keep me lips locked an' shut real tight," the monk remarks, having moved over to join the two - considerably less dirt-coated as the two of them.

Caelrin: "Did good work either way, methinks. 's ten birds, and.....however many eggs you got before you...took your fall."

Biartr continues to lay flat-out, though her gaze at least lifts to dead-stare at the two of them. "Four eggs." She paused, gesturing to herself. "Five if I'm put over the campfire."

Caelrin: "Be a real cruel merchant indeed if he decided to accept scrambled Viera on top of all we're to recover."

Momori nods. “At least the merchants will be pleased. And no one is injured, though our egos find themselves devastated. Nothing a little merry-making can’t fix.”

Biartr: "I've had more flattering moments, admittedly." She sighed, pushing herself to her feet, a hand wiping away the mixture of egg and paint near her eyes.

Momori: “I’ll go carry over all the birds, and wash off. See you back at camp?” She gives a small wave, and busies herself with bird delivery.

Biartr: "Of course, thanks for keeping up the bargain."

Caelrin | "....merry-making to be had indeed, after all of this chaos," the monk chuckles, canting his head all the while as a glance is sent back over the shoulder to observe the handwork. With Momori's bidding, he offers a nod and parting wave. "--aye, be safe. See you back at camp."

[minimoosey]

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hhhHHH here’s some backstory on my very shy, emo & slightly insane void elf :”D Some knowledge of Warcraft (tm) required for the full effect... recommended reading -> Silvermoon_City and Void_elf Headcanon included!!! --> Some of the void elves from Silvermoon were young and impressionable students who were either delinquent, or academically accelerated and thus “tricked” by high-ranking scholars into joining Umbric’s research project prior to his group’s full banishment from Quel’thalas. ~~~ Born to a family of well-bred blood elf scribes and expected to follow in the footsteps of her bloodline, Zenia Solavane resented her heritage and spent her youth trying to find a way out. After many years in a renowned school for mages and countless failing marks from her teachers, her parents were at wits end. All she wanted to do was run with the local wildlife and shoot at targets with the toy bow her estranged uncle had given her as a child.

She was eventually forced by her parents to attend what they believed to be a reformative program headed by Magister Umbric to put a stop to her rebellious behaviors and get her back on the track they wanted for her. It was advertised to them by a trusted family friend as the premiere foray into the pursuit of arcane knowledge, with potential to "change someone entirely." This ended up being quite the different road from what they anticipated.

Through her training in The Rift, Zenia was made to permanently leave her prior life behind, and she did so initially with no regrets. She was given the opportunity to learn and grow in all the ways she had always dreamed of. She was allowed to practice archery alongside researching the powers of the void and how they could make her a better and stronger hunter. She changed her name to Xeria Evenglow, and vowed to never go back to her Sin’dorei family in Silvermoon. Unfortunately, through this process her body and mind were significantly changed; taken over by whispering hosts, denizens of the deepest darkness with unpredictably immeasurable power. Over time and through rigorous training, she painstakingly learned to mitigate the grip they had over her to a point that she was allowed to leave The Rift to hunt in the field for the first time. She henceforth had become a marksman of the Ren’dorei and a soldier of the Alliance.

Alone with her fragile void-inhabited mind, with a new face and a new name, she struggles every day to prevent the voices from taking over. She gained her freedom in one way and lost herself in another. When her stubbornness wavers, sometimes she thinks of her parents, her old life, and wonders to herself it it was all really worth it ~

Commissioned artwork of Xeria by Eugenia Vorontsova

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[captain-azoren]

Spirit Forged OC Profile: Raiga/Lygron

So here’s a profile piece for my OC, who I’m also naming Lygron. I feel that name is a little too Western for Avatar, but may fit with Castlevani. Haven’t done one of these since my old RP days.

Name: Raiga or Lygron, depending on the setting.

Age: Early to mid 20′s

Place of Origin: The mountains (just outside Republic City for Avatar, the Swiss Alps for Castlevania).

Height: 5′9″

Weight: 170-185 lbs

Powers and Abilities:

Superior strength, durability relexes, agility and speed: Raiga is strong enough to lift an average car and can run up to 60 miles per hour when he has a straight enough path to build up speed. He can climb and jump great distances, and can shrug off damage which would knock out the average human.

Claws and Fangs: Raiga has razor sharp claws on his hands on his feet, and very sturdy and sharp fangs. Raiga is able to grow his claws at will, and he can make them as long as he wants them for combat and hunting. He cannot retract his claws, and has to cut them to shorten them. His claws are strong enough to tear through low grade steel and stone, but they will dull if put through extended use. He can regrow his teeth, but it takes more time and he can’t make them longer than normal. His teeth and fangs are even stronger than his claws and he can crush elephant bones with them.

Feeding: Raiga can consume and metabolize large quantities of food very quickly, whether cooked or raw. When well fed, Raiga’s physical stats and healing factor receive a major boost. He can practically consume food mid battle to heal himself.

Healing Factor: Raiga’s wounds can heal very quickly, but his healing is dependent on how much food he has eaten. On average, he can heal a cut in just a few moments. If he’s starving for food, his wounds will take much longer to heal, but still at least twice as fast as a normal human. Raiga cannot regrow limbs and bones however, and at best can regrow an eye, teeth, or an ear. He can still die of sudden blood loss, so cutting his throat can be lethal for him. Raiga is also not immune to suffocation or drowning, but he is resistant to toxins and can recover from poisons faster than most.

Roar: Raiga can let out a very loud roar or snarl (like a mountain lion) that can be heard for a mile around. It doesn’t cause actual damage, but can be very frightening to those around him, causing them to flinch and a small amount of psyche damage.

Super Senses: Raiga has a superb sense of smell and can track targets over a wide range. He also has great night vision and hearing.

Ferocity: Raiga draws on his reserves of spiritual and animal energy to enter a feral, berserker state, which makes him even faster and deadlier. This burns up energy and can only last a short time, leaving him fatigued and hungry afterwards. If pushed hard enough, Raiga can even begin to transform further into a werecat state, resembling Bao Hu itself.

Animal Empathy: Can sense animals' emotions and commune with them.

Survivalist: Raiga has years of experience living out in the wilderness and can survive many harsh climates and environments.

Personality: Very independent, somewhat aloof, crass, and fickle. Raiga has all the personality traits of a cat, and is very much a loner from having lived isolated in the mountains. He can be coy and playful however and is not above teasing.

He likes to sleep and perch in high places. Raiga has a strong love of nature and freedom, and becomes irritated when people try to control him or exploit the environment. He has a bed temper when it comes to that.

Raiga can be a glutton as he loves to feast. While he can take a while to warm up to someone, he will be fiercely loyal to those he considers friends. He has a hard time expressing more intimate emotions verbally, but he adores all kinds of pets and animals and talks to them openly.

Physical Description: Very lean, very muscular physique. Muscles and veins are very visible, and overall has a very hard body. Not bulky, but shredded with very low body fat. Very thick, dense, spiky hair on his head, with sideburns that go down to his chin. Hair is golden-brown in color, with slight reddish brown tips. He has prominent fangs that sometimes stick out from between his lips. 

He has a fierce looking face and eyes. Raiga has dark red, jagged facial markings that go down from his eyes to his cheeks. His eyes are a striking electric blue, with slit pupils like a cat. Has wild looking eyebrows. Raiga has pointed, catlike eyes with reddish brown tips. His fingers and toes end in sharp, white claws which vary in length. Shoulders have reddish tiger stripes.

Clothing: Wears a cropped fur vest with a white fur collar like a bomber jacket. The pattern on the vest matches that of a golden tiger, with a tawny orange base and reddish brown stripes. Depending on the setting, the pattern may change to lynx spots, but the coloration remains similar. Underneath he wears a v-neck sleeveless shirt, and a necklace with blue beads and fangs hangs around his neck. On his legs he wears plain blue pants, which should match his eye color. 

On his waist he wears a long leather belt, which buckles at the back, where the excess length hangs behind like a tail. The front of the belt has a brass plate. He wears leather arm and shin guards, which have white fur trim and brass studs. They have fingerless gloves and spats attached to the wrists and ankles. The leather materials are tawny orange like the vest, and the inner layer of the gloves and spats are reddish brown like the stripes. The belt leather is also orange.

History: A young man who lived in the mountains, Raiga was caught out in a blizzard one day and became stranded on the snowy peaks. On the verge of death, Raiga was visited by an ancient cat spirit called Bao Hu, the guardian of the wilds. It had a mix of Lion, Tiger, Lynx, Puma, and Sabertooth cat traits. Bao Hu was also close to death, as it had been all but forgotten by humanity and the destruction of the wilderness had diminished its power.

Bao Hu merged with the dying Raiga, and in doing so they were both reborn as a new being, a man-beast that was stronger and deadlier than any human, but with a human mind. Raiga now wanders the world, trying to find his place as a newly Spirit Forged, living off the wilderness as he no longer fits into human society.

[hadphen]

LFRP Erja Hadphen - Mateus /Crystal DC

NAME: Erja Hadphen

AGE: ??? (Appears to be in their mid twenties)

RACE/CLAN: Rava, Viera

GENDER: Non-binary, AFAB

SEXUALITY: Demisexual, Panromantic

MARITAL STATUS: Single.

Physical Appearance ––– –

HAIR: Puce, with a lighter magenta at the tips of their ears and hair. Erja attempts to keep their mane under control with several strategically placed braids and a headpiece but to no avail; it still hangs in unruly waves over their freckled shoulders.

EYES: Magenta

HEIGHT: 7’3” (including ears)

BUILD: Willowy, square hips and a slight bust. Lightly toned but not heavily muscled.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Clan tattoos inked in a deep red stand out against Erja’s sun kissed cheeks and nose. Just below their left eye is a beauty mark; freckles and pale birthmarks can be seen on their shoulders and upper arms.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

Keeper’s Stave - A gnarled branch cut from the tallest oak in Starbough Grove before it’s destruction. Blessed by each Keeper who wields it before bestowing it to the next in line.

Fae-Blades - Daggers said to have been wrought by the Fae Folk themselves and gifted to those that swore to protect the land. Crystalline in make, and capable of channeling aether while spellcasting.

Leather-bound Grimoire - Erja keeps this old tome on their person at all times; referencing it for nearly everything. How much information could it possibly hold?

Personal ––– –

PROFESSION: Former Grove-Keeper; when the range of forest Erja protected was destroyed by unknown forces, they were cast into the wind to find a new purpose in life. Proprietor of the Occult Eye. Home to voidsent hunters, artifact research and containment facilities, and occult specialists.

HOBBIES: Studying folk magic, swordplay, and herbalism. Chocobo racing. Gardening. Overseeing the Occult Eye.

RESIDENCE: Lavender Beds, The Black Shroud.

BIRTHPLACE: A village in Golmore Jungle, Southern Othard

PATRON DEITY: Oschon, the Wanderer

FEARS: Confinement. Large bodies of water. Betrayal.

Relationships ––– –

SPOUSE: none

CHILDREN: none

PARENTS: Erjen & Vyrn Hadphen; Keepers of Starbough Grove in Golmore. The pair are druids that practice old magick, what some may call shamans or cunning men and women.

SIBLINGS: Hjra, younger sister. Ventured out of the Jungle with Erja in hopes of finding fame and glory.

OTHER RELATIVES: Distant relatives that remain in Othard.

PETS: Mellon; a work and combat chocobo. Occasionally races!

Traits ––– –

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganised / organised / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / unempathetic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

Additional Information

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. (moko and pipeweed)

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

RP hooks/OOC stuff:

RP Hooks

The Occult Eye:  Have an item that has brought you nothing but bad luck since bringing it home? Did a family member gift you an odd doll that you swear watches your every move? Voidsent? In -your- home? It’s more likely than you think! Any and all oddities can be investigated; nullified via containment or neutralized/dispelled completely by Occultist, Erja Hadphen. With over 25+ years dedicated to the craft, Erja has tackled cases in Golmore, Kugane and most recently the city-states of Eorzea. Maybe you picked up the sleek black business card in a tavern or tacked to a bulletin board. How did your character hear about the Occult Eye?

Mercenary: Adventurers may hire Erja as a pathfinder and bodyguard to escort them through rough terrain and inhospitable locations, though the farther away from Gridania, the steeper the price.

Bounty Hunter: Poachers and Criminals beware! Erja accepts bounties/hunts sanctioned by the Adventurer’s Guild. While they prefer to capture humanoid targets, executions have been known to happen at Hadphen’s discretion...

...Spellwork: Grove-Keepers practice a type of shamanism; rooted deep in superstition and local folklore. Erja, while not as fervent as their parents, dabbles in spellwork. Crafting talismans and charms, simple glamours, the occasional herbal remedy; that is as far as their knowledge goes of the old ways, for now. For the superstitious, they might ask Erja to craft a ward of protection, or heal a sick animal; others may consider them a practitioner of witchcraft and avoid all contact.

A Familiar Face: Other displaced Viera may recognize Erja from their clan markings. The Hadphen line has borne many Wood-Warders and Huntresses.

Looking For

Friends, foes and plot lines! Maybe even a FC if I can find one that I feel would mesh well with Erja’s character. While I’d like to make some friends in the Viera community, I’m open to any ideas! Use one of the hooks above or just let me know that you’re interested, we can work something out~

Voidsent/Dark magic and research RP. As an Occultist, Erja is open to the more dangerous aspects of aetheric manipulation; if your character has similar interests I’d love to plot together!

Availability

I live in the Eastern Standard Time Zone (UTC - 5) but likely to be online in the late evening and weekends.

I prefer in-game or discord rp, and will be up for RP as long as I’m online and don’t have the ‘busy’ icon up!

Contact Me: In game Erja Hadphen - Mateus or here on tumblr! Discord will be given out after some initial contact.

Style/Preference Notes

I lean towards paragraph response and dialogue, though I’m working on short and quick sentences! While I appreciate ERP, it just isn’t for me, and if it does come up in a scene I prefer it to have a reasonable build-up. In a private RP setting I’m willing to do some lore bending with explanation.

Themes: Will RP most anything, but with some OOC planning first. Darker themes welcome! (Drugs, Violence, Injury, Death... etc.)

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