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I think they're complete! | Pack Name: Cicatrize Pack Number: #197976 RP Example: The Power of Pie ~🌙~ Emery Manon Viatrix Who are you? Just a passerby. ↠ Nicknames: Emery :: Their name. ↠ Age: 28 ↠ Birthday: 1 - 06 ↠ Gender: Genderfluid ↠ Pronouns: He/Him/His/She/Her/Hers/They/Them/Theirs ↠ Sexual Orientation: Demi-Pansexual ↠ Religion & Skill: Followers of the Darkness :: Ereboscience ↠ Military Rank: Maxius ↠ Societal Rank: Mingtee :: Heir ↠ Education: Fadoya/u ↠ Weapon of Choice: Rapier ↠ Royal Supporter: Neither :: Emery could care less who rules, as long as they (Emery) are still a respected individual in the court. However, if push comes to shove, they may choose Iritir Leonidas Plesu for his opinions on peace but hope his decisions on sexism change before they have to make this decision. ↠ Appearance: Reference - George Gorg (TH Profile) Standing at approximately 5'11" tall wilt raven colrored hair and grey eyes, this person has a muscular, but slim mesomorph body type with a fine hourglass figure. Their hair is wavy, not curly nor completely straight. It falls just on tp of their shoulders. They have a diamond shaped face and sharp nose. Their skin is lightly tanned, olive in coloration. They hold a sharp jaw and strong facial features. At times they may wear earrings or necklaces colored in black. Unknown to those aorund them, they hold faint scars along their legs and torso csued from working as a younger individual. Their can be found in dark overcoats and white colored shirts. They have a preference of sleevless shirts and dark trousers. They wear the same shoes over and over, a pair of workboots in the color of black. ↠ Personality: As someone from a lower class family, one would assume them to be nothing more than an ornery beggar. Yet, Emery holds a dignity about them in larger crowds. Intimidating yet prideful stance. To those around them, they seem cocky or rough. However, Emery is just one who keeps their distance. They are quiet, collected, and for the most part, patient. The air of nobility they exude is a mystery to those who know them. There should be no reason for them to appear this way, but they do. To those around them, Emery is not one to ask for help, not take it very well. They're heavily independent and feel humiliated when help is necessary. They take pride in being so independent. They may be patient mos to the time, however when something needs to be done they will take the lead and get it done. They dislike having to wait if it's a matter of importance to them. They like to say that if you want it done right, do it yourself. Their independence leads to Emery being assertive. They like tot are charge and lead, but will step back if there's someone qualified in the role beforehand. This doesn't mean they won't take matters into their own hands, but it also doesn't mean they're wildly reckless or rebellious. They value their opinion and others as well, but ignorance or stupidity can cause them to become sharp. This is what causes them to keep to themselves in crowds. There is no point in stressing over too many people with too many different opinions. Emery holds the type of personality that is hard to tie down. They dislike the idea of being permanently chained or attatched to something or someone. This branches from their lack of trust is certain people. They'll present themselves as caring and this can be misinterpreted as flirting at times, however they thunk of it as decent human kindness. If anyone were to fall from a cliff they'd dive after them without a second thought, however this is only on the rare occasion they are connected as more than an aquaintance. ↠ Race :
North American :: Germanic and Native American Ancestery ↠ Strengths Leadership :: Good in leading. Observant :: Knows all and sees all like a shadow. Clever :: Quick thinking and finds a solution ot just about any problem. ↠ Weaknesses Reckless :: Lowers their self worth by commiting extremem acts. Enclosed Spaces :: Suffers from claustrophobia. Small People :: Has a soft spot for those under 4'. ↠ Likes Meats :: Is an afficianado of meats and enjoys all types. Animals :: Espicially enjoys furry ones. Coffee :: They like their black with espresso. ↠ Dislikes Arrogance :: Purpose misgendering and taunting. Alcohol :: Alcoholics and avid drinkers. Restraint :: They dislike having to sugarcoat or like. ↠ Fears Aphenphosmphobia:: The fear of being touched. Claustrophobia :: The fear of small spaces. Lockiophobia :: The fear of childbirth. Tonitrophobia :: The fear of thunder. ↠ Goals To exist :: They want to live a peacful life. ↠ Talents & Hobbies English :: They enjoy writing and reading and have a knack for creating beautiful pieces of work. Stargazing :: They enjoy watching the stars so much, it's like an addiction. ↠ Family John Kessler :: Father (Deceased); A hunched over potbellied common man with a wirey gray combover. His eyes are gray and he holds a nasty attitude. He passed aaway under myserterious circumstances at the ag eof 67. Helen Scotts :: Mother (40); A small light skinned mingtee, she holds brown eyes and long black hair. She's as sweet as a peach. She has a very frail consitituition and is close to retiring. John Kessler Junior :: Brother (19); A small boy with scruffy dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. He's the shrtest of his three brothers, but is the strongest. Jeremy Kessler :: Brother (19); A lankyboy with scruffy black hair and brown eyes. He's the smartest of his three brothers, btu also the skinnest. Joeseph Kessler :: Brother (19); A small boy with scruffy platinum blonde hair and light blue eyes. He has ADHD, casuing him to not be as helpful as his brotehrs. Yet he's an amazing artist and works well with animals. ↠ Relationships Name :: Relation; Description ↠ Backstory As a child they were known by their dead name, Jo Kessler. They were a hard working momma's child. They lived on a farm on the outskirts of Apaseon while theri mother lived in the heart of the empire. As they grew they discovered their true ender and unbeknownst to their father, told their mother. Their mother happily accepted the change. As they reached an older age they realized their passion to travel and shared them with her mother. Her father had sicovered their secrets, but soon after died under mysterious circumstances. Emery then took theri brothers to the empire where they reside with their mother. ↠ Other They're open to any type of relationship so just PM me :) |
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Name: Xanthia "Xan" Amaadon
Xan hates her given name, thinking it gives an impression of weakness and also makes her seem to feminine. Because of this, she goes by the simpler, more gender-neutral name Xan. (For clarification, Xan has nothing against femininity. While is she not naturally very feminine, she personally doesn't it find it weak or anything. However, she knows that many other people, such as Emperor Iritir think women are below men. Xan decided that to prevent others from making assumptions about her based on her gender, she would go by Xan.)
Age: 19
Gender: female
Religion: Followers of the Darkness
Sexuality: Bisexual Monogamous
Who do you support?: Garizha Xenthia Plesu
Xan is a very independent person and doesn't support Garizha because she thinks she'll be the best leader, or anything. Xan makes a lot of decisions based on what will benefit her most (she has a very survival-of-the-fittest mindset), and decided that supporting Garizha will benefit her the most. Xan believes that without a job, she wouldn't be able to make a living, and she'd have to just marry some jerk. This is the biggest reason why she supports Garizha. She doesn't mind Garizha's favouritism for magic-users; she isn't looking for special benefits from Garizha's rule. And although some are worried about Garizha's desire to conquer land, Xan doesn't mind. If it benefits the empire, it will hopefully benefit her, and that's all that matters to her.
Military Rank: Maxius
Society Rank: Horha
Education: Daaja
Weapon of choice: bow & arrow for when she wants to do something from far away, dagger for when she wants to get up close and personal.
Appearance:
Xan has a thin, pointed face framed by thick black hair which falls in loose locks to her shoulders - long enough that she can let it down and be pretty when she wants to, but short enough that she can easily keep it tied back and kept out of her face. She has deep green eyes which are often compared to cat's eyes, and bushy arched eyebrows. Her lips are fairly thick, and naturally have a bit of a red tint to them. Xan has a smooth complexion, with no blemishes, and a honey skin tone.
Standing at 5'6", Xan has a slight hourglass body shape. Her arms and legs used to be quite thin due to just sitting and making textiles every day, but are now fairly muscled due to the training she put herself through in preparation for serving in the army. When it comes to clothing, she chooses what will benefit her most, like with everything else she ever decides in life. When making fabric, she will wear lightweight clothing and put her hair into a bun- she finds the job miserable enough, working in the dark and straining to see the miniature woven details. Might as well dress comfortably instead of wearing constricting, fashionable clothing. No one else is there to see her. Quite the opposite, when Xan wants to impress, or possibly seduce men, (just to make sure everyone understands - Xan does NOT like seducing men, she only does it when she needs to get something out of them) she'll wear elegant, slightly revealing dresses (she's too shy to wear anything too form-fitting), simple pearl jewellery, and style her hair in her natural waves. In terms of colours, she opts for deep greens and earthy tones, or warm shades of red.
Personality: Xan is an INTJ-T. She is a very independent person and usually doesn't form very close relationships with others. She has a very pessimistic view on the world, believing everyone just wants to get something out of her, and keeps her distance from well-meaning people. She comes off as quite confident although she is truly very insecure inside. She is very cool and aloof, and is usually very quiet, except for when she makes snarky remarks. She also has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor. Xan is also quite intelligent and resourceful, despite never having gone to school. (Her intelligence is more about manipulation, resourcefulness, and ambition, rather than studying or scholarly things.)
Family: Her mother is a seamstress and fabric maker. Her father was a blacksmith who was also the one who taught her survival skills. Xan's father died when she was around thirteen, and the loss was quite hard on her as she was very close to him. She isn't very close to her mother, having quite a strained relationship with her. Xan doesn't speak about her family to others and only joined the army to escape her mother. Lover(s): N/A (not open)
Friends: N/A (open but will be developed in RP)
Enemies: N/A (open but will be developed in RP)
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Accepted. Feel free to join the discussion. <3
Kalopsia said:
Name: Xanthia "Xan" Amaadon
Xan hates her given name, thinking it gives an impression of weakness and also makes her seem to feminine. Because of this, she goes by the simpler, more gender-neutral name Xan. (For clarification, Xan has nothing against femininity. While is she not naturally very feminine, she personally doesn't it find it weak or anything. However, she knows that many other people, such as Emperor Iritir think women are below men. Xan decided that to prevent others from making assumptions about her based on her gender, she would go by Xan.)
Age: 19
Gender: female
Religion: Followers of the Darkness
Sexuality: Bisexual Monogamous
Who do you support?: Garizha Xenthia Plesu
Xan is a very independent person and doesn't support Garizha because she thinks she'll be the best leader, or anything. Xan makes a lot of decisions based on what will benefit her most (she has a very survival-of-the-fittest mindset), and decided that supporting Garizha will benefit her the most. Xan believes that without a job, she wouldn't be able to make a living, and she'd have to just marry some jerk. This is the biggest reason why she supports Garizha. She doesn't mind Garizha's favouritism for magic-users; she isn't looking for special benefits from Garizha's rule. And although some are worried about Garizha's desire to conquer land, Xan doesn't mind. If it benefits the empire, it will hopefully benefit her, and that's all that matters to her.
Military Rank: Maxius
Society Rank: Horha
Education: Daaja
Weapon of choice: bow & arrow for when she wants to do something from far away, dagger for when she wants to get up close and personal.
Appearance:
Xan has a thin, pointed face framed by thick black hair which falls in loose locks to her shoulders - long enough that she can let it down and be pretty when she wants to, but short enough that she can easily keep it tied back and kept out of her face. She has deep green eyes which are often compared to cat's eyes, and bushy arched eyebrows. Her lips are fairly thick, and naturally have a bit of a red tint to them. Xan has a smooth complexion, with no blemishes, and a honey skin tone.
Standing at 5'6", Xan has a slight hourglass body shape. Her arms and legs used to be quite thin due to just sitting and making textiles every day, but are now fairly muscled due to the training she put herself through in preparation for serving in the army. When it comes to clothing, she chooses what will benefit her most, like with everything else she ever decides in life. When making fabric, she will wear lightweight clothing and put her hair into a bun- she finds the job miserable enough, working in the dark and straining to see the miniature woven details. Might as well dress comfortably instead of wearing constricting, fashionable clothing. No one else is there to see her. Quite the opposite, when Xan wants to impress, or possibly seduce men, (just to make sure everyone understands - Xan does NOT like seducing men, she only does it when she needs to get something out of them) she'll wear elegant, slightly revealing dresses (she's too shy to wear anything too form-fitting), simple pearl jewellery, and style her hair in her natural waves. In terms of colours, she opts for deep greens and earthy tones, or warm shades of red.
Personality: Xan is an INTJ-T. She is a very independent person and usually doesn't form very close relationships with others. She has a very pessimistic view on the world, believing everyone just wants to get something out of her, and keeps her distance from well-meaning people. She comes off as quite confident although she is truly very insecure inside. She is very cool and aloof, and is usually very quiet, except for when she makes snarky remarks. She also has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor. Xan is also quite intelligent and resourceful, despite never having gone to school. (Her intelligence is more about manipulation, resourcefulness, and ambition, rather than studying or scholarly things.)
Family: Her mother is a seamstress and fabric maker. Her father was a blacksmith who was also the one who taught her survival skills. Xan's father died when she was around thirteen, and the loss was quite hard on her as she was very close to him. She isn't very close to her mother, having quite a strained relationship with her. Xan doesn't speak about her family to others and only joined the army to escape her mother. Lover(s): N/A (not open)
Friends: N/A (open but will be developed in RP)
Enemies: N/A (open but will be developed in RP)
Bio: N/A
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⊱ ────── {⋅. Ivona Grigorescu .⋅} ────── ⊰ Name: Ivona Grigorescu Age: 19 Gender: Female Religion/Skill: Followers of the Darkness Sexuality: Bicurious Polysexual ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰ Who do you support?: She doesn't care who's on the throne. She's planning on running away from the empire. Military Rank (Everyone is a Maxius): Maxius Society Rank: Patmuna Education: Fadoya Weapon of choice: Basket hilt sword, but at times, she uses a spear lance. ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰ Apperance: She has an hourglass frame and rather feminine physic, making her seem like a normal noblewoman. Her skin was smoother than silk, the color of it a pale tone. A couple of beauty marks dotting her body, and when she smiles, you can see her cheek dimples. Her lower back has dimples, and her family crest is tattooed on the back of her right shoulder. Even though she seemed like an innocent woman who can't wield a weapon, it's completely false. She does have muscles, but it's not as visible as the other soldiers. Her hands aren't calloused as most, and she bears no sign of training injuries. She's 5'8 in height, weighing 123lbs. Her fingernails are quite long, yet she makes sure to trim them daily and clean under them.
Having a heart-shaped face, with wide-set eyes with the color of them an icy blue and a greek-shaped nose. Her eyebrows are neatly trimmed, and the style of her brows a medium arch. Her lips are bow-shaped and generally decorated in red lipstick. Decorating her eyelids was black eyeliner and black eyeshadow on her eyes with a bit of a pinkish blush on her cheeks. Her ruby fusion hair is naturally long, wavy but most of the time, it's braided to keep out of the way of training.
Her movements are usually graceful and elegant. Even if she makes a mistake, it seems perfect. Her eyes always show keen intellect and her words like honey. She has a way of persuading others, and her being part of the Followers of Darkness pretty much explains it. Others describe her as hypnotizing, either because of words or her eyes. Her ears are pointed, a small hint that she's a half-elf, and that pretty much explains much of her strange gifts with her beautiful apperance.
Her casual attire consists of a white dress with a bit of gold fabric stitched with it. A diamond and platinum necklace around her neck, but this would normally change depending on the day or her mood. Ordinarily, her earrings always match the designs of her necklace. Rings on both her fingers and bracelets on both her wrists. In her battle attire, she has a pointed helm with a faceguard made from layers of pointed leather, mimicking the appearance of dragon scales. Attached to the top is a dragon head-shaped ornament piece. The breastplate is made from many layers of crafted leather, mimicking the scales of a dragon. It covers almost everything from the neck down, it narrows near the groin and leaves part of the sides exposed. The shoulders are pointy, quite narrow, and moderate in size. They're decorated with a crafted leather dragon wing on each side, curved to the sides. The upper arms are protected by pointed, layered metal rerebraces which sit quite well under the shoulder plates. The lower arms are covered by vambraces, which have a masterfully crafted dragon's upper jaw attached to the outer sides. The upper legs are covered by a skirt of vertical layers of leather and fur reaching down to the knee. The front is open. The lower legs are protected by leather shin guards which have layers of crafted leather, mimicking dragon scales. Thick leather pants are worn beneath this all.
Personality: She described having a sisterly personality, even towards people that are older than her. Naturally spirited and warm towards others, but she won't push so much onto them if they show any sign of discomfort. If you need help with anything, then don't be afraid to ask. Protective of anyone she sees as siblings and would cheer them up if they're feeling down. Ivona would often tease others but would get pissed if someone makes fun of her siblings. She will reprimand you if she sees you doing something wrong, and would give you some words of advice (even though the advice is more like threats). As any normal sibling would, she's not afraid to invade your personal space if it means that she'll bond with you. Just be aware that she's not afraid to embarrass you in public places, even if the situation is dire. She has a sweet demeanor and would use it to sway people to calm down if a situation is too stressful, cheer them up if they're feeling depressed, and be extremely kindhearted even to the worst of people. This is why she has a good reputation within the empire since she's one of the rare people to show extreme kindness. However, push her buttons enough, she can be rather scary, and her whole mood would shift. Her personality matches the color of eyes of ice, and someone would get chills standing around her. To make it worse, she's a master at making people feel guilty by just staring at them. This is one of the reasons why Drahoslav hates being around her when she's angry. She's a big flirt and would flirt with anyone that gained her interest: either for fun or because she actually likes them. Her flirting skills are on another tier-she managed to persuade many men and women with her honeyed words. She would enjoy a good flirt battle, so if you want to gain her liking towards you, then go ahead and flirt. She would laugh at the worst of pick-up lines but would let you try again and would step in to try to help you improve your flirting skills. Her flirting skills are dangerous since she caused a huge brawl at the Hearts Bound festival. She could seduce her way to become empress if she wanted to but chose to stay her life as a noblewoman. A good thing too, I mean, have you seen the chaos going on lately? A person of jokes and at times sarcastic remarks, even though her remarks are mainly directed at Drahoslav when he's being a pain in the ass which is all the time. She loves chiding in on jokes but would stop if it makes them sad or uncomfortable. If you get angry, then prepare for her to tease you more. Mainly to the ones whose face gets red when flustered so she has an excuse to call you a tomato. Ivona wouldn't mind a roasting session, and won't cry if she's been targeted since it's all for good laughs. She's not one to discriminate, her jokes would target anyone and anything for the hell of it. Family: Father (Deceased) She had a good relationship with her father and has always been a daddy's girl until he died. Since half-elves aren't normal, she was often teased about it, but her father was there to comfort her. In his will, he left her the mansion and most of the wealth until she was drafted into the army, and all of that went to her brother.
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Her mother was her second-favorite person at most, but she didn't really have a strong connection as much as she did with her father. She does try to socialize with her, but her brother's false words made the relationship between them strained.
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These two always hated each other since she was born, and they have never gotten along. They always have a competition over everything, and she would always win due to her elven blood over things like archery and horseback riding. She could tell that he feels like a failure to the family and is trying his hardest to prove himself, and her hatred towards him is slowly dying around. Lover(s): None, PM me Friends: Will be decided... Enemies: Will be decided... ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰ Bio (Optional):
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_~Fallen One~_ said:
Could I reserve two female spots please? I'll post character sheets sometime tonight or tomorrow if I can. ^^
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Name: Tyral Ferichor (Ty-rul Fer-eh-cor) | Nickname(s): Ty, Choleric | Age: 20 |
Gender: Non-Binary | Religion/Skill: Child of Hedens; Animal Speech [Tyral can communicate with animals and bestial races in their language as if Tyral were just speaking normally. It sounds just like Tyral is actually growling/chirping/hissing/whatever to normal people; Basically, Tyral speaks Animal Common] |
Sexuality: Pansexual Ambiamorous | Supporting: Garizha Xenthia Plesu | Military Rank: Maxius | Society Rank: Horhu | Education: Fadoyu | Weapon of Choice: Trained In: Mostly polearms, specializing in halberds and glaives, with a side of basic knowledge on swordfighting. Tyral also has some self-taught knowledge on hand-to-hand combat Armed With: A halberd, though they carry a single-handed arming sword as well in case they have to fight in more restricted enviornments Description: The sword is a simple straight blade, high-quality steel and double edged with a leaf-shaped tip. A double fuller runs on either side of the sword's spine, tapering off as it approaches the end from the hilt. The guard is a simple straight bar, kept short to be as unobstructive as possible. The handle is hickory wrapped in black leather, worn to the point it fits perfectly into Tyral's hands. It's pommel is a simple brass cone with a rounded tip. Their halberd is more personalized, as it is Tyral's preffered weapon. A slightly over-long haft made of solid hickory, stained to a dark brown and waxed to both prevent splinters and improve grip. The tail end of the pole has a slight curve towards the axe head, with a flat brass balancing cap etched with Tyral's personal crest (See Apperance) at the base. The offensive end of the shaft has a long steel bracket over it that supports the weapon's head. The head itself has a large curved axe blade opposite a sharp, heavily curved hook. Above the axe and hook is a long winged spearhead, curved edges meeting just above a small fuller. | Apperance: ~Tyral stands at 6' exactly tall and weighs something around 210 or so pounds. They have a medium build, on the thick side, but covered in corder muscles. With thick, copper-toned skin and dark black hair, Tyral has a very androgonous face of soft features and bright fire orange-gold eyes set in a permanently bland and disinterested expression. Their hair is mostly kept short in order to keep from their eyes and face, though it is long enough at the back to run over the nape of Tyral's neck to end between their shoulderblades. This is usually kept either tucked beneath the collar of their tunic or in a tight ponytail. Their hands are covered in small nick scars and callouses, rough from hard use on the training fields, and they keep their nails just long enough to be able to claw someone's eyes out. A deep scar runs along the center of their right cheek, a gouge that curves slightly down from where they took a spear thrust to the face early in their training. They favor practical clothing above all, tending towards loose grey tunics over dark brown or black pants festooned in pockets. The only spot of color they indulge in by themselves is a red cloth strip around their waist beneath the tunic. A small personal crest, unofficial and unrecognized, is embroided in black thread on that strip, a dragon chasing a wolf chasing a shark around a shield emblazoned with a lightning bolt. Tyral is left-handed, and as such keeps her sword at her right hip and halberd (When carrying it) strapped diagonally across their shoulders for easy access. On their belt, Tyral keeps a thick chain that can be easily attached to her dog Ina's collar. ~Ina (Ee-nah) is a female mutt Tyral saved as a pup from the streets after her mother either died or abandoned her (Tyral doesn't know which). She stands 2' 3" at the shoulder and is 4' 1" from nose to tail. As far as Tyral can tell, Ina is some sort of mountain or guard dog mix, with a heavyset body covered in long, thick fur. Her ears are sharp and upright, with a long muzzle. Her pelt is a coyote-grey, thicket-brown, and soot-black mix, with the grey and brown making up the majority of her body with a black diamond over her shoulders and back. Her tail and ears are tipped with the same charcoal-black, with a thin line running along her spine from nose to tail tip, connecting the diamond and tail in color. Ina's muzzle is ringed in a creamy white that runs down to her chest and underside. Her nose is wide and black with lighter grey speckles and Ina's eyes are a deep earthy brown. Tyral keeps her fur cut short to lessen shedding and matting, alongside regular brushings because Ina is a beautiful dog and everyone should see it! Ina wears a thick leather collar dyed black, with small trinkets and trophies hanging from the material, mostly old coins and small bones or teeth. Ina clinks and rattles everywhere she goes, unless the collar is removed for combat. | Personality: ~Tyral is usually pretty reserved until they get onto a topic they find genuinely interesting, at which ppoint they're totally fine with going on about something until they're stopped. They're mostly introverted, preferring to lurk in the background rather than be the center of attention. Tyral is quite content to be average and of no remark beyond 'that one does good'. They do have a bit of a temper, hence the nickname of 'Choleric'. Not only that, but she is also quite opposed to stupidity and is not afraid to call others out on this. Because of this, they aren't exactly as inconspicuous as they'd prefer. Especially since they drew steel on a sleezy watch officer attempting to take advantage of a younger recruit, then snuck around his tent until they found evidence of some below-the-table dealings with local criminals. And only some of it had been fabricated! Tyral has their moments of stubborn pride, usually when others attempt to degrade them and what they've done. ~Ina is quite the energetic beast, constantly flitting about Tyral's feet. She is very adept at finding hidden objects, especially the sparkly things stashed away in the dark places of the world. Most of her collar's trappings are either junk she's taken a fancy to, or trophies from fights she's won. Tyral is the only person Ina will obey immediately and without question, with other people only gaining her obedience by her, frankly fickle, whims unless the order is something along the lines of 'find/help Tyral'. | Family: ~Mother: Tyral has a good relationship with their mother, having spent most of their childhood alongside her. ~Father: They are considerably less fond of their father, mostly because he has some less-than-savory habits and is typically absent from their life, along with a staunch refusal to acknowledge that Tyral is a 'they', not a 'she'. He's very much an extremist Zymunist (Is that the proper term?), in that any other religious beliefs are considered 'weaker' and he is considerably more apt to throw fists before words. But he at least taught them to fight since their childhood, so it's kind of complicated. ~Brother: A younger brother that the whole family spoils, only nine years yet and wonderfully sweet. ~Sisters: Tyral has two older sisters and one younger. The eldest, 31 years, is living away from the rest of the family married to a well-off merchant, but keeps in contact through letters. The next is 27 years old, also married, but doesn't keep much contact. Tyral's closest-aged sister, Marylith, is 21 years and not exactly the most normal. She's mostly fine around other people, but there's just something a little bit... off with her. Marylith is sociopathic, having a hard time emphathizing with total strangers. She's also in the military, one of the reasons Tyral decided to join up. The youngest sister is 12, and doesn't have the best relationship with Tyral because she believes in the more traditional female stereotypes the Ferichor patriarch continually reinforces in her in order to prevent another of his children from turning out 'wrong'. | Lover(s): PM if you'd like something to develop, I'd prefer it slow-burn | Friends: ~Marylith (Might make her eventually, maybe not) ~Ina {Her dog companion, see Apperance and Personality} PM if interested | Enemies: PM if interested | Bio: Tyral was born female, with the name Teylii, into the Ferichor clan. The Ferichors are a martial family, at least one or two every generation joining some kind of military. Some become mercenaries, others join the army, and a good number can be counted among hte ranks of rebellions passed. The Ferichor line is a long one, with many branch families that have split off over time, though they remain allied. While not quite a noble house, Tyral's family might as well be one. Well-off, a history of great warriors, and hefty influence among the Zymunists and military. The only reason they have not been elevated to a noble house is due to the clan's history of service outside the crown's control. As such, the family has been barred in all but name from ever walking among the lords and ladies as equal. There are also rumors that the Ferichors are not as pure human as they appear. According to the gossips, beast's blood runs through the line. Not even of one species, but apparently many, where monsterous creatures have bred in. These rumors are, in fact, truth, though far less exaggerated than the noble women claim. A hint of werebeast here and there, wolf and bear and falcon for the most part, a little bit of dragon, and considerably more elf and dwarf. Occasionally a more exotic bloodline will make itself known in a descendant, but it is a rare occurance. Tyral's father was the most recent in the line of Ferichor warriors, fighting alongside the Empire until a lucky strike damaged his left knee. All Ferichors, regardless of gender, are traditionally to be given martial training up until they are at least ten years of age, given by the closest relation possessing combat experience. This is, of course, barring any extrenuating circumstances like an ongoing war or a physical inability the child may have. Tyral's father started earlier than tradition demanded based on his beliefs in Zymu and how to be a 'proper' father. Every since they could walk, their father trained them in basic swordsmanship, and eventually hired a trainer once they hit 12 and expressed a desire to learn the spear. Sword training continued, but there was a greater focus on polearms now that they'd chosen a weapon field. 'She' became they at the age of 13, once they'd met another non-binary and realized why they didn't much like being called 'she'. That's when they switched their name to Tyral, something they saw as being very much not-feminine so they wouldn't be called a woman again. Tyral absolutely despises female clothing, finding it impractical and a surefire way to draw less than wanted attention to oneself. They joined the military to follow in their sister Marylith's footsteps, wanting to both stay close to her and to get out from under their father, who even to this day refuses to use their new name and non-binary gender. | Other: You can tell that I am a major historical weapons nerd. Also, please tell me if I accidentaly misgender/misname Tyral somewhere in the Apperance or Personality, I took a lot of the character from some of my old ones and I might have missed a line or two. Thanks! |
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Accepted. Go ahead and join the discussion as well RP. <3
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Name: Tyral Ferichor (Ty-rul Fer-eh-cor) Nickname(s): Ty, Choleric Age: 20
Gender: Non-Binary
Religion/Skill: Child of Hedens; Animal Speech [Tyral can communicate with animals and bestial races in their language as if Tyral were just speaking normally. It sounds just like Tyral is actually growling/chirping/hissing/whatever to normal people; Basically, Tyral speaks Animal Common]
Sexuality: Pansexual Ambiamorous
Supporting: Garizha Xenthia Plesu Military Rank: Maxius Society Rank: Horhu Education: Fadoyu Weapon of Choice: Trained In: Mostly polearms, specializing in halberds and glaives, with a side of basic knowledge on swordfighting. Tyral also has some self-taught knowledge on hand-to-hand combat Armed With: A halberd, though they carry a single-handed arming sword as well in case they have to fight in more restricted enviornments Description: The sword is a simple straight blade, high-quality steel and double edged with a leaf-shaped tip. A double fuller runs on either side of the sword's spine, tapering off as it approaches the end from the hilt. The guard is a simple straight bar, kept short to be as unobstructive as possible. The handle is hickory wrapped in black leather, worn to the point it fits perfectly into Tyral's hands. It's pommel is a simple brass cone with a rounded tip. Their halberd is more personalized, as it is Tyral's preffered weapon. A slightly over-long haft made of solid hickory, stained to a dark brown and waxed to both prevent splinters and improve grip. The tail end of the pole has a slight curve towards the axe head, with a flat brass balancing cap etched with Tyral's personal crest (See Apperance) at the base. The offensive end of the shaft has a long steel bracket over it that supports the weapon's head. The head itself has a large curved axe blade opposite a sharp, heavily curved hook. Above the axe and hook is a long winged spearhead, curved edges meeting just above a small fuller. Apperance: ~Tyral stands at 6' exactly tall and weighs something around 210 or so pounds. They have a medium build, on the thick side, but covered in corder muscles. With thick, copper-toned skin and dark black hair, Tyral has a very androgonous face of soft features and bright fire orange-gold eyes set in a permanently bland and disinterested expression. Their hair is mostly kept short in order to keep from their eyes and face, though it is long enough at the back to run over the nape of Tyral's neck to end between their shoulderblades. This is usually kept either tucked beneath the collar of their tunic or in a tight ponytail. Their hands are covered in small nick scars and callouses, rough from hard use on the training fields, and they keep their nails just long enough to be able to claw someone's eyes out. A deep scar runs along the center of their right cheek, a gouge that curves slightly down from where they took a spear thrust to the face early in their training. They favor practical clothing above all, tending towards loose grey tunics over dark brown or black pants festooned in pockets. The only spot of color they indulge in by themselves is a red cloth strip around their waist beneath the tunic. A small personal crest, unofficial and unrecognized, is embroided in black thread on that strip, a dragon chasing a wolf chasing a shark around a shield emblazoned with a lightning bolt. Tyral is left-handed, and as such keeps her sword at her right hip and halberd (When carrying it) strapped diagonally across their shoulders for easy access. On their belt, Tyral keeps a thick chain that can be easily attached to her dog Ina's collar. ~Ina (Ee-nah) is a female mutt Tyral saved as a pup from the streets after her mother either died or abandoned her (Tyral doesn't know which). She stands 2' 3" at the shoulder and is 4' 1" from nose to tail. As far as Tyral can tell, Ina is some sort of mountain or guard dog mix, with a heavyset body covered in long, thick fur. Her ears are sharp and upright, with a long muzzle. Her pelt is a coyote-grey, thicket-brown, and soot-black mix, with the grey and brown making up the majority of her body with a black diamond over her shoulders and back. Her tail and ears are tipped with the same charcoal-black, with a thin line running along her spine from nose to tail tip, connecting the diamond and tail in color. Ina's muzzle is ringed in a creamy white that runs down to her chest and underside. Her nose is wide and black with lighter grey speckles and Ina's eyes are a deep earthy brown. Tyral keeps her fur cut short to lessen shedding and matting, alongside regular brushings because Ina is a beautiful dog and everyone should see it! Ina wears a thick leather collar dyed black, with small trinkets and trophies hanging from the material, mostly old coins and small bones or teeth. Ina clinks and rattles everywhere she goes, unless the collar is removed for combat. Personality: ~Tyral is usually pretty reserved until they get onto a topic they find genuinely interesting, at which ppoint they're totally fine with going on about something until they're stopped. They're mostly introverted, preferring to lurk in the background rather than be the center of attention. Tyral is quite content to be average and of no remark beyond 'that one does good'. They do have a bit of a temper, hence the nickname of 'Choleric'. Not only that, but she is also quite opposed to stupidity and is not afraid to call others out on this. Because of this, they aren't exactly as inconspicuous as they'd prefer. Especially since they drew steel on a sleezy watch officer attempting to take advantage of a younger recruit, then snuck around his tent until they found evidence of some below-the-table dealings with local criminals. And only some of it had been fabricated! Tyral has their moments of stubborn pride, usually when others attempt to degrade them and what they've done. ~Ina is quite the energetic beast, constantly flitting about Tyral's feet. She is very adept at finding hidden objects, especially the sparkly things stashed away in the dark places of the world. Most of her collar's trappings are either junk she's taken a fancy to, or trophies from fights she's won. Tyral is the only person Ina will obey immediately and without question, with other people only gaining her obedience by her, frankly fickle, whims unless the order is something along the lines of 'find/help Tyral'. Family: ~Mother: Tyral has a good relationship with their mother, having spent most of their childhood alongside her. ~Father: They are considerably less fond of their father, mostly because he has some less-than-savory habits and is typically absent from their life, along with a staunch refusal to acknowledge that Tyral is a 'they', not a 'she'. He's very much an extremist Zymunist (Is that the proper term?), in that any other religious beliefs are considered 'weaker' and he is considerably more apt to throw fists before words. But he at least taught them to fight since their childhood, so it's kind of complicated. ~Brother: A younger brother that the whole family spoils, only nine years yet and wonderfully sweet. ~Sisters: Tyral has two older sisters and one younger. The eldest, 31 years, is living away from the rest of the family married to a well-off merchant, but keeps in contact through letters. The next is 27 years old, also married, but doesn't keep much contact. Tyral's closest-aged sister, Marylith, is 21 years and not exactly the most normal. She's mostly fine around other people, but there's just something a little bit... off with her. Marylith is sociopathic, having a hard time emphathizing with total strangers. She's also in the military, one of the reasons Tyral decided to join up. The youngest sister is 12, and doesn't have the best relationship with Tyral because she believes in the more traditional female stereotypes the Ferichor patriarch continually reinforces in her in order to prevent another of his children from turning out 'wrong'. Lover(s): PM if you'd like something to develop, I'd prefer it slow-burn Friends: ~Marylith (Might make her eventually, maybe not) ~Ina {Her dog companion, see Apperance and Personality} PM if interested Enemies: PM if interested Bio: Tyral was born female, with the name Teylii, into the Ferichor clan. The Ferichors are a martial family, at least one or two every generation joining some kind of military. Some become mercenaries, others join the army, and a good number can be counted among hte ranks of rebellions passed. The Ferichor line is a long one, with many branch families that have split off over time, though they remain allied. While not quite a noble house, Tyral's family might as well be one. Well-off, a history of great warriors, and hefty influence among the Zymunists and military. The only reason they have not been elevated to a noble house is due to the clan's history of service outside the crown's control. As such, the family has been barred in all but name from ever walking among the lords and ladies as equal. There are also rumors that the Ferichors are not as pure human as they appear. According to the gossips, beast's blood runs through the line. Not even of one species, but apparently many, where monsterous creatures have bred in. These rumors are, in fact, truth, though far less exaggerated than the noble women claim. A hint of werebeast here and there, wolf and bear and falcon for the most part, a little bit of dragon, and considerably more elf and dwarf. Occasionally a more exotic bloodline will make itself known in a descendant, but it is a rare occurance. Tyral's father was the most recent in the line of Ferichor warriors, fighting alongside the Empire until a lucky strike damaged his left knee. All Ferichors, regardless of gender, are traditionally to be given martial training up until they are at least ten years of age, given by the closest relation possessing combat experience. This is, of course, barring any extrenuating circumstances like an ongoing war or a physical inability the child may have. Tyral's father started earlier than tradition demanded based on his beliefs in Zymu and how to be a 'proper' father. Every since they could walk, their father trained them in basic swordsmanship, and eventually hired a trainer once they hit 12 and expressed a desire to learn the spear. Sword training continued, but there was a greater focus on polearms now that they'd chosen a weapon field. 'She' became they at the age of 13, once they'd met another non-binary and realized why they didn't much like being called 'she'. That's when they switched their name to Tyral, something they saw as being very much not-feminine so they wouldn't be called a woman again. Tyral absolutely despises female clothing, finding it impractical and a surefire way to draw less than wanted attention to oneself. They joined the military to follow in their sister Marylith's footsteps, wanting to both stay close to her and to get out from under their father, who even to this day refuses to use their new name and non-binary gender. Other: You can tell that I am a major historical weapons nerd. Also, please tell me if I accidentaly misgender/misname Tyral somewhere in the Apperance or Personality, I took a lot of the character from some of my old ones and I might have missed a line or two. Thanks!
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Name: Zaxal Herahtov (Zz-ax-ul H-aer-ah-t-ovv) | Nickname(s): Zax, Ax | Age: 23 |
Gender: Male | Religion/Skill: Followers of Darkness; Shadespeak [Zaxal is able to speak and affect the shadows around him. The shadows of non-living objects (Buildings, rocks, etc.) cannot follow direct commands, but are able to hide him. Non-sentient creature's shadows (Birds, cats, etc.) will obey him unless the creature itself is hostile specifically towards Zax or the order would somehow hurt the animal. The shadows of sapient beings (Humans, elves, etc.) are fully capable of ignoring Zaxal as if they were an ordinary person (Depending on the 'host' and their personality). Shadows, in this case, follow the idea that a shadow is another aspect of a person, and thus has an effect on the 'host', the person who casts said shadow. Alongside speaking to the shadows of living creatures, Zax is able to hide himself (Only visually, people would still be able to hear/feel him, and animals can smell him) within the shadows of non-living objects, as long as he can fit both his feet inside its borders.] |
Sexuality: Asexual & Aromantic | Supporting: Hates both the candidates, and will absolutely refuse to pick either side even if threatened to | Military Rank: Maxius | Society Rank: Chygetu | Education: Daaju | Weapon of Choice: Dual-wielding a knife in his left hand and sword in his right, both in a reverse grip Trained In: Knifework comes easily to Zaxal, having been practically born with one in hand. He's above average with a sword, but by far no master. Bare-fist brawling is also something he has considerable practice in, though he's learned no particular style. Armed With: A seax and backsword Description: A six-inch broken-backed seax, its blade running straight for five inches and a sharp angle leading into the edge over the last inch. It has a single sharp chopping edge and a three inch deep serration on the spine from the guard. The steel itself is damascus-patterned, and clearly well carred for. The guard is a simple straight bar aligned with the blade, while an additional spiked hand guard runs over the wielder's hand and connects to the pommel. The grip itself is made of walnut, and covered in pocked brown leather. It has been designed to be held reverse-style, though it's still usable in a normal grip. The seax's pommel has a pyramidal spike at the base, sharpened for temple strikes. Zaxal's sword is a very simple, utilitarial thing. A single-bladed backsword, the tip sharpened to allow for stabbing, the only notable factor about it being the reversed grip. Undyed leather covers the hilt, with a rounded pommel and small guard. | Apperance: ~Zaxal is a short man, standing at 4'11" tall, weighing about 100 pounds. He's got a wiry build, with dense muscles barely visible across his frame. Zax is whip-thin from chronic starvation, only just recently starting to put on enough weight to hide his ribcage and look less like a walking skeleton, more of a person. His features are sharp and just a hint gaunt, storm-blue eyes set deep into a permanently suspicious glare. Zaxal's hair is a dirty brown shade, kept in a short and rough crop to stay out of his way as well as preventing anyone from getting a grip on his head. Most of his body is covered in old scars, ranging from small cuts to gnarled whiplash marks. Several cross over his face, neck, and hands, the most notable of which is a deep, long, chain-patterned brand scar that winds from both his wrists, up his arms, and around his neck. Above all else, Zaxal favors overlarge, loose tunics and long-legged pants, despite the weather. His tunics end around the middle of his thighs, untucked, and tend towards grey and grey-blue shades. There are several pockets sewn into the inside to hold pretty much anything, and his pants tend to have considerably more obvious, though much larger, pouches attached. Hidden away in his tunic at all times is a full-face painted steel direwolf mask. The mask is really the only expensive thing Zaxal owns. Set in a rabid snarl, it displays a row of razor-sharp teeth with over-large front fangs. The whole thing covers the entire front of Zax's face, though not the back of his head. Two pointed ears stick out from the top, and the metal is marred with several 'scars' from where it's taken damage. It's painted mostly black, though the muzzle has been liberally splattered with red to emulate blood and the teeth left as raw polished steel. The eye holes have been designed to give the greatest field of vision possible while still retaining a savage glare, and the mask is held in place by leather straps that fit around the back of his head and neck. The maw is hinged slightly, just enough to allow the lower jaw to move to give observers the impression that the mask is breathing with Zaxal. While not the most effective, it is just barely capable of letting him eat through the muzzle as well as 'chew' through restraints if necessary. | Personality: ~Zax is not a very respectful person. He's quite adamantly against any form of authority, no matter its purpose, and is very much willing to be vocal about it. Zaxal has ideas. Ideas that would get him sentenced to execution if he were ever to share them with the wrong people. He chafes against any kind of authority forced over him. He refuses to respect a 'leader' that was only appointed by merit of their bloodline or parent's position. You see, while he doesn't actually know what his political philosophy is called, he firmly believes in a kind of meritocratic anarchy. Where the strongest and best-suited for a job proves themselves and as such the best will end up in positions of power. Each man and woman, once they come of age, prove themselves as useful in some role, and that would result in the perfect society. Elite soldiers would be chosen by who was able to win the most fights, scientists made up of the ranks of the most intelligent, miners picked from the most resilient. Zaxal is pretty smart, despite his lack of formal education. He'd skulk around schools at all hours to glean what he could from the students there, or hang around with sailors to learn what they could teach him. This has lead to an unusually well-rounded education for someone of his station, though there are several holes and flaws in his more 'genteel' knowledge simply because Zax didn't spend as much time near the higher schools as he did the more 'practical' street side. As such, he ended up more literate than the other street rats he'd used to run with. He's very vengeful when it comes to hurting the people he actually likes, but otherwise doesn't hold grudges for long. Zax can forgive being stolen from. He won't forgive a knife to the side of a friend, though. Zaxal enjoys playing around and poking fun at situations, and is fully willing to do so in the middle of combat if he isn't in a bad mood. But once things get serious, or he has a reason to hurt someone? He goes dead silent, and it's time to run. Zax has a preference for terror tactics. Hunting a target across a battlefield, following a man through town, that kind of thing. Scarred and/or unnerved fighters make mistakes, which makes it easier for him to kill them. Zaxal doesn't go out of his way to make other people uncomfortable, but that often ends up happening anyway because of something he doesn't think about before saying, or when he accidentally slips into a predatory stalk at the end of the day. It's not intentional, really! He's got an odd sense of humor, to say the least. Some things just seem so funny to him, and only him. Maybe he's been exposed to a bit too much death, but dark and dry humor is his favorite. The more morbid, the better. | Family: ~Mother: She disappeared when Zaxal was four years old, and he ended up finding her corpse a couple months later showing signs of overdosing on one of those illegal drugs smuggled through the streets. ~Father: Never knew him; Zax is pretty sure he was a sailor of some kind, maybe from one of the outer edges. ~Brother: Self-adopted a younger kid who'd been orphaned in a fire when Zax was twelve, but he died about two months before Zaxal was thrown in prison after being trampled in a large-scale brawl between two groups arguing over who should be Emperor. | Lover(s): N/A | Friends: ~ PM if interested | Enemies: PM if interested | Bio: Zaxal is the child of a... 'working' woman and someone he presumes to be a sailor based on half-remembered descriptions his mother gave him on the man. She cared for him up until he hit about four summers and then vanished, only to be found months later rotted away with signs of heavy drug use. The only way Zax had been able to identify her body had been a small wooden dog charm she'd kept over her heart. After his mother died, Zaxal lived out on the streets, absorbing any kind of knowledge he could to survive. Because he wasn't the toughest, storngest, or most physically intimidating, Zax had to survive by being clever and stealthy. He took in whatever scraps of information strangers were willing to share with a too-thin gutterrunner, and a whole chunk more that they hadn't. Learning was the best way to keep himself alive, so Zaxal forced himself to learn to read and write earlier than most of his class would have, and ate up every piece of literature he could get his grubby little fingers on, legally or not. From this, Zaxal became a master thief. Lockpicking, pickpocketing, silent walking, and avoiding the city guard. At the age of 21, he and his 15 year old younger brother got caught up in a very one-sided brawl between a gang of Iritir supporters and a much smaller group of some of Garizha's women. A while into the fight, one of the women took his brother hostage from the sidelines in an attempt to get the men to let the women leave. The leader of Iritir's followers just laughed and stabbed through Zaxal's brother to hit the women in the chest, and he's hated both sides ever since. Not only did neither of them support Zaxal's own beliefs, it was also because of their followers that his brother was murdered. After that incident, Zaxal decided that enough was enough. He designed the wolf mask he still carries today, had a black market artisan build it for him, and took to the streets. For a whole month, he murdered his way through the publically politically extreme on both sides. He had come to be called the 'Bloodhound' over time, a savage serial murderer known to assassinate the politically extreme. Over time, he'd finally tracked down the Iritir supporter who'd run his brother through, and returned the favor. The death of minor nobleman Daslau Wyrdseek (D-ahs-l-aow W-err-d-see-k) was Bloodhound's most brutal murder, the man's head left at the palace's gates while what remained of his body was plastered across the location of Zaxal's brother's murder. Left in the viscera was a stack of papers and documents detailing several crimes the man had committed. He continued on as Bloodhound, though calmed down on the brutality and frequency considerably now that his little brother was avenged. A month after Wyrdseek's death, Zaxal got caught by the city guard in the middle of stealing a blanket from a rich merchant's store. Zax found it quite hilarious that the Empire had finally caught the Bloodhound, and it was entirely unknowing and only on charges of petty theft. But, because the victim was rich, Zax ended up being branded as a thief and thrown in prison. He spent a little under half a year or so in a cell before being conscripted into the army. After all, they reasoned, he was only in their because he'd stolen from some rich prick with connections. If it had been some normal person, Zaxal would not have gotten such a harsh sentence. And so, he was inducted into the army to act as just another body to be thrown at a problem. Zax is still laughing. | Other: A lot of medieval societies had some kind of sign to show somebody was a criminal, be it branding, lashing, or some form of amputation. I'd think Apaseon has something similar, which in this case is burning chain brands into the criminal's arms, shoulders, and neck. Maybe something representing how the branded was destined for Apaseon hell? 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