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The world is rich with powerful magic, pouring out from the very core of the earth and bestowing gifts upon its nature and creatures. Sprung from this fountain of energy, many species have evolved over the years, spread far and wide across the continent of the Known Earth.

Soaring through the skies are powerful dragons, older than time itself. Sprinting across the fields are shifters that move in packs, conquering the land. In the oceans, leviathans breach the waves, reminding the land dwellers of their existence.

One day, a letter arrives at the doorstep of 8 individuals. Sealed with a ruby red wax, embossed with an eye. Cracking this seal allowed the magic to pour out, the words streaming through the creature's heads like a storming sea. "Meet at the Antifell Peaks, dawn in one months time. Be you enriched with the power and wealth that you desire." And so they set out to the Antifell Peaks. And on that dawn they met each other. And on that dawn their heist began.

The group will venture to the great city of Kreah, known for it's dark underbelly of crime. Where corrupt merchants rule the streets and have the royal family in their pockets. Within this dark city is where they will find what they desire.

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The 8 chosen will be the main focus, however other creatures like dragons and familiars can also be created and are encouraged. :)

Please try to create characters that are different races from those that exist, having two or three for each is okay but anymore is taking over the roster a little.

Basic Map Layout

- Note red X are smaller towns. Crowns are kingdoms/great cities. Other villages and so forth are scattered across the continent. (Also please excuse the hastily drawn aspect of this map)

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🗡️ Every strength must have a weakness that matches in power. i.e. having the ability to kill someone in one go requires a weakness that kills the character in one go.

🗡️Element manipulation, shifting, witches, warlocks, curses, and so on are all valid. If you are unsure if your chosen character will be accepted, please PM me. I promise I'm friendly.

🗡️Outline the restrictions and limitations of your chosen magic/abilities.

🗡️ Be reasonable with the level of power your characters has. Anything I deem overpowered for this RP I will refuse.

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🗡️Please follow all WP roleplaying rules, any breaches of the rules will be dealt with by notifying mods and removal from the RP.

🗡️ Reservations last 24 hours, please PM me for an extension of a further 24 hours.

🗡️Semi-literate to literate. So I expect 300-800 words per character per post. Short ones are understandable in conversing.

🗡️ If someone does not communicate in the discussion or participate in the thread, I will remove them from the RP and write them out of the story line.

🗡️Please be respectful to others and do not overstep any boundaries that expressed by people.

🗡️ I would prefer for people to have more than one character, to keep the people participating lower and wait times shorter, however a max of 2 mains exists. If you wish to have a familiar, side character, other people outside of the main 8 there is not a limit on this.

🗡️ Each strength must have a corresponding weakness, this will keep characters balanced.

🗡️Please write 1-2 paragraphs for personality and appearance.

🗡️People to be 18+ to take part in this rp, characters themselves I do not mind.

🗡️ You must be active in the RP thread and the discussion. I understand things come up - but please let us all know and don't ghost. Thank you <3

🗡️ If you read through the rules, please add your favourite plant in the Other section of your character sheet.

Discussion

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Main 8:

1. Sorren Warwick | M | 27 | Half-demon - Urux pg.1

2. Tansy Hawkhall | F | 25 | Cursed human - Urux pg. 1

3. Oleander Aquila Scarduzio | M | 26 | Half-elf - Honey pg.1

4. Nolian Terrence | M | 22 | Winged shifter - Zeraphia pg.1

5. Kisyra Lorelei Kelrel | F | 25 | Half-fae - Sanania pg.1

6. Delphina | F | 27 | Malakh - Sanania pg.1

7. Nelena | F | 22 | Kelpie - Mother pg.1

8. Reserved for Mother

Others:

Cyra'analeth | F | 300 | Dragon - Mother pg.2

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Name:

Age:

Gender:

Species:

Magic: Y/N

Appearance:

Personality:

Strengths/Weaknesses:

Brief Background + Family:

Desire for power/wealth:

Other:

∘₊✧──Tansy Hawkhall──✧₊∘

Name: Tansy Hawkhall

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Species: Cursed Human.

Magic: Yes, bound by a curse placed upon her.

Appearance:

Tansy has skin on the fairer side of tanned, acquired from her normadic lifestyle. Set into her skin are light freckles that centralise on her cheeks, closer to under her eyes. Her eyes themselves are an amber gold, catching the light they shine like a cats. Adorning her eyes are thick brown lashes that lengthen towards the outer corners. Upon her head is a tangle of curly hair, some sections being more wavy than curly, a dark black in colour, it is kept cut just above her shoulders with gentle long curtain bangs hanging over her face. Her eyebrows are thick and arched high, matching the dark colour of her hair.

Her face shape is round and plump with youth, in fact she looks far younger than 25. Her skin is left un-marred by scars and blemishes, instead kepy silky soft.

Tansy is always in her formal wear, typically a white undershirt with long sleeves and a collar accompanied by a light pink corset with a sweetheart neckline and frills to match. When she can she wears the matching long skirt, but sometimes travel does not allow for such things. Instead she will wear riding pants that she has embelished with small trinkets and ribbons to try and match the brown pants to her liking. She is always wearing a frilled pink ribbon tied around her neck into a bow along with a pearl necklace that reaches just below her collarbones.

Personality:

Tansy is a people pleaser, destined to be her own demise. She wants to prove her worth and reach back to her noble status. She will seek out people that need healing and try her best to help, more often than not she ends up hurt.

Despite this, she is intelligent and aware of her current dangerous lifestyle. Living on her own as a woman in the Wilds is a very dangerous thing. This is why she is constantly moving, riding with her white gelding, Daya, she never stays in one place too long. Which makes this letter arriving at her tent one morning so curious, who would know where she was?

Strengths/Weaknesses:

⨁ Well-travelled; Tansy has travelled since she was 18 and this has given her an excellent lay of the land and the families that rule over it.

⨁ Noble Schooling; in her younger years, her family trained her in the ways of nobles and such came with the understanding of many languages, perhaps not to perfection but certainly enough to hold a conversation.

⨁ Wealth; when she left her house, she took all of her belongings with her, slowly selling it off as she travelled, allowing her to keep some semblance of royalty. Although, she only has a portion left, it will run out eventually.

⨂ Trusting; Tansy will trust whoever she meets, believing the best in people. She will typically only come the realisation that people may be out to harm her after she has been hurt.

⨂ Lack of stength; in her usual form, Tansy is not strong. She did not train to be a knight or a guard, she was a noblewoman, meant to remain youthful and pretty.

⨂ Tendency to disappear; some nights Tansy will leave, no words said to her companions, she will simply depart. Taking her gelding with her, vanishing into the dark.

Brief Background + Family:

Hawkhall is a well known family across the Known Earth, wealthy, well-bred. They are the envy of many. Her mother and father were secluded from her and her brother, rarely spending one on one time with their children.

Her brother, Cedar Hawkhall, is a few years younger than Tansy and often spent his time traning swordmanship and battle planning. It was in these classes that he heard of the witches to the east, that they were holding women captive with their magic. Using it to control a dragon to guard the captives. He set off to kill the dragon and the witches and be the hero.

Months later, he returned. Bloodied, bruised and weak. Her mother fawned over him, an endless stream of questions following.

Then, the witch came to their door. She was furious, a raging woman with no thought other than to seek her revengence of the Hawkhall family. Cedar had slain the dragon. Guards were slain where they stood in the throne room before she cast a finger towards Cedar, howling spells. Her brother seized and his body fell to the ground, his eyes closed, but his chest still rising and falling. An endless sleep, and to this day her brother lays in his room with doctors, warlocks, anyone her parents could pay for, scurrying around trying to wake him.

Tansy was not as lucky. After the witch had cursed her brother, she turned her attention to the other Hawkhall child. Tansy felt her bones crack, elongating, her teeth growing and her spine splitting. She was tall, too tall, her knees bent backwards, covered in a dark pelt. Her parents looked at her like she was a monster, she didn't understand why. She was chased out of her own home.

A day later, her bones finally settled back to her human proportions, she arrived home only to be told that she was a disgrace to their bloodline. It would be a crime to keep her in the family, that she must leave, that she is no longer a Hawkhall.

Desire for power/wealth:

Tansy wants to prove that she is worth her surname. She will acquire the power to rule her own house and the wealth to provide for everyone she cares about.

Other:

Although the dragon from the tale was slain, it is rumoured that another, its mate was there and mourns for this murder. They seek out the man who killed their love and vowed to end his bloodline.

✦✧✦✧ Sorren Warwick ✦✧✦✧

Ren, Sor, Candlewick.

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Species: Half demon

Magic: Yes but limited due to his hybrid genetics. His magic is mostly restricted to fire-based spells, both offensive and defensive in nature. Occassionally he feels the pull of a darker magic that is beckoning him closer like an old lover.

Appearance: Sorren is a tall man, he stands at 7'1", towering over the humans of his home village. His skin is a soft lavender purple colour, on his shoulders and at the nape of his neck are scales, accompanying these are a cluster at the base of his tail and his wrists. These scales match the hue of the curling horns that grace the sides of his head. Like an altered rams horns, they curl down from the sides of his hairline, pushing the hair back, the horns starting on his forehead. As they reach the end of his ears with their curl, they begin to level out and point forward and up, beside his eyes, they extend out into sharp points beside his temple. They stick ~10cm out from his forehead at these points. The scales and horns are a deeper lavender purple, tinged with darker purple towards the tips of the horns. His ears peek out behind the horns, pointed in shape.

His tail is a matching lavender, long and scaled, it sweeps behind him. It reaches approximately 3.5 foot, brushing the ground with it's fur tufted tip. The plume of fur at the end is black, fluffy and soft. This fur envelops the last 30cm of his tail.

Sorren's eyes are a bright yellow, they glow out from his darker skin, even his sclera are yellow, albiet slightly paler in colour. Arching above his eyes are thick black eyebrows, in the left is a nick that cuts through the tail of the hair, balding that spot. His eyes are slightly uplifted towards the corners, the skin surrounding his eyes is a slightly lighter colour than the rest of his skin. Upon his head is silky black hair that is slicked back behind his horns, it's the same soft hair as his tail, reaching just below his jawline.

His hands are almost human looking, except they're angular and tipped with short claws. His feet are similar, expect he only has three toes, elongated so he can balance on the pads. His feet have light pink pads on the bottom like a cat's, one central one on the ball of his feet and one on each toe. His ankles are long, like an animals, point backwards. His upper teeth have two canines on each side and on his lower jaw there is one pointed canine, slightly longer than the upper ones on each side.

Typically, Sorren wears a white dress shirt, laced up with black ribbon at the front, left open. Across this a tight corseted vest made from paisley black silk, laced in the same black ribbon. Along with this, simple black linen pants that balloon out slightly from where they are tucked into his scuffed black boots that reach up his calves. If weather takes a turn, he sports a thick deep red tail-coat. His horns are decked in chains and cuffs of gold, items that he won in tavern betting sessions during his travels. He is a sucker for a pretty piece of jewelry. His ears are similarly bejewelled with gold and gemstones, as are his fingers. A special piece hangs from his neck, a golden chain upon which a singular pendent is secured, a small vial filled with what appears to be blood, kept forever in a liquid state by the small amount of magic that emitts out from it.

One scar stands out on his purple skin, marring it a lighter pink. Awful and mauled, it strikes across his chest in the centre. A diamond star shape, the apex reaching up between his collar bones and the base extending down his sternum. Across his pectoral muscles are smaller extensions. He does not recall where the scar came from. Instead, he jests about how he recieved it. Often telling people different stories each time, so many that he loses track.

Personality:

Ingenious | Silver-tongued | Intelligent | Well-spoken | Socialite | Confident | Self-assured | Envious | Jealous | Daring | Extroverted | Vengeful | Decisive | Unforgiving

Sorren is a ladies man. He is a charmer and he has won himself many a bet in the bars and taverns of the Known Earth. "I bet you 10 gold you can't take home that fae girl." "20 silver you can't get those girls to come to our table." His drinking friends quickly learned not to underestimate the strange tall man's ability to charm others. He doesn't always use these skills to court others, he is often found trying to haggle down prices of anything - even rent for a room. And it works, every time.

In his younger years, he was teasted for his freakish height and unnatural skin. His father owned a farmstead in a country town filled with humans. He was the only "other" in the village and so was outcast. That was until he grew, and grew until he towered over the other children than used to tease him. Once they realised he was able to crush them in a fight, they cowered and went silent when Sorren walked by. Sorren could find no solice in friends, the only person who treated him with respect and love was his father.

Sorren has always been envious of the other children and people in his village, he wanted to be normal. To be shorter, less purple, no horns, no pointed ears, no weird legs or hands. He longs for normality. But he knows he will never achieve it. Instead he turned his attention to revenge on his mother.

Strengths/Weaknesses:

⨁ Agile; He is an acrobat, he can fly from rooftop to rooftop with a grace almost unparalled. His long legs are strong and stable, he always lands on his feet.

⨁ Strength; Sorren's strength comes from his sheer size. His muscle is mostly lean and earned from his demon genetics rather than hard work.

⨁ Silver tongue; Sorren is a charmer, he could talk his way out of (or into) any situation, using his charms and handsome face he's certainly a force to be reckoned with.

⨂ Lack of Seriousness; Sorren has never been the type of man to take anything seriously. The only thing he does take seriously is finding his mother. Everything else is a game for him to win. People, gambling, this quest - it's all a game with no consequences to him.

⨂ Fear of water; He hates open water. Lakes, rivers, oceans. Anything lager than a bath or a puddle, it puts Sorren on edge. He can't use his arcane fire in water, he feels powerless in water. His legs aren't structurally build to swim well and his size makes it very difficult for him to stay afloat.

⨂ Harsh; He will say things as it is. No sugar-coating. If he thinks someone is being stupid or not thinking with their brain, he will tell them straight. It has earned him many a bar fight in his life.

Brief Background + Family:

Crescenda - mother, her last name is unknown to him as his father did not know it either. Only that Sorren was left on his doorstep one night with a note from Crescenda.

Charlie Warwick - father, Sorren's human parent. The only parent he has ever known. Sorren knows he will outlive his father by decades, maybe even centuries, but he tries not to think about this.

Desire for power/wealth: Sorren found his letter upon his bedside table in the tavern he was staying in that month. He wants power to find his mother and avenge his father for the pain she put him through. He had left his father's farmstead to seek out his mother for answers, at least that is what he told Charlie.

ZERAPHIA'S SHEET

HONEY'S SHEET

Name

Oleander Aquila Scarduzio

Age

26

Gender

Male - he/him

Species

Half-elf

Sexuality

Bisexual

Magic

Yes, albeit very limited abilities

Appearance

In terms of his appearance, Oleander isn't the most intimidating man. He only stands at about 5'7 and has a wiry, lean body type, especially when compared to many of his fellow, more muscular guards. His skin is an even, rich tan with deep red undertones.

Oleander's features are extremely sharp, almost lupine in appearance. He has a very angular face shape with a sharp jawline and square chin. His nose is straight and pointed, and his already-thin lips are often pressed into a severe line. His brows and lashes, however, are much softer than the rest of his face; his lashes are thick and dark, while his brows are feathery and small. His eyes are chestnut brown in color and round, giving him a perpetually wide-eyed expression. Oleander's facial hair tends to grow fairly quickly, so he's usually sporting a thin layer of stubble unless he's just shaved.

Oleander's ink-black, shoulder-length hair is remarkably thick and glossy. He typically pulls it back into a low ponytail or bun to keep the strands out of his face, but can be persuaded to wear it down for more formal occasions.

Before leaving his post, Oleander was required to wear his guard's uniform at almost all times. Now, he tends to stick to button-up shirts and loose pants that he pilfered from various wardrobes before his departure. He rarely puts much thought into his attire, but he does have a set of rings given to him by his mother that he always wears.

Personality

During his time as a guard, Oleander adopted a gruff, blunt persona that ultimately bled into his personal life and actual personality. He's doing his best to figure out who he is without his responsibility as a guard, but he's stuck in a bit of an identity crisis. He can often still come off as short-tempered and harsh; he has an extremely difficult time differentiating between his fabricated persona and his actual demeanor.

Oleander is naturally quite kind, even if he doesn't truly believe it himself. Even as a guard, he despised the idea of actually being forced to harm someone. He has a soft spot for animals and children in particular and treats them with the utmost gentleness. He's also incredibly loyal; once someone earns his trust, he'll follow them to the ends of the earth and can be extremely protective over them.

Strengths

· Combat prowess, especially hand-to-hand

· Plant and animal identification

· Strength and stamina

· Gifted with animals

· Naturally good with children

· Extremely alert and aware

Weaknesses

· Short-tempered

· Can be unfriendly

· Holds a grudge

· Somewhat antisocial

· Reckless

· Fear of deep water

Likes

· Animals, especially dogs and horses

· Being outdoors

· Tea

· Sketching

· Reading and writing

Dislikes

· Clutter or messiness

· Using his own (limited) magical abilities

· Any discussion about his childhood or past

· Complete darkness

Brief Background + Family

Oleander was raised in poverty in one of the realm's other kingdoms. He left home as a young teen to look for work in the kingdom of Creria and was ultimately recruited as a royal guard.

Ezra Scarduzio - human father.

Aiglentine Anthony - elf mother.

Desire for power/wealth

Oleander wants to permanently leave his position as a guard and return home to his parents to financially support them.

Appearance:

{Credits to Cbrfufu on Picrew}

Kisyra stands at an average height of 5’10. She is relatively fair-skinned, however being part fae she does not burn beneath the rays of the sun, instead bares a light shimmer giving her an almost sparkling appearance. Her body shape is that of a pear, having wide-set child-bearing hips and a relatively average amount of bust that is well complimented by a sleek and slender waist. She is modestly muscled bearing more of a lean physique than one of pure muscle or one of pure bones.

She has a soft round face shape that does have a modestly well defined jawline. Her fae heritage is not only seen through her shimmering skin but can also be visible by her pointed ears and elongated canines. She has a soft button nose that bears a silver septum nose ring and has a set of pink luxurious lips. She has deep forest green eyes that are round in shape, giving her a very innocent allure and has soft well-shaped eyebrows that sit in a neutral stance above her pools. She has long dark naturally long lashes that adds to her innocent-looking appeal. Her hair is a pale mushroom brown that reaches just below her shoulder blades. Her hair color bears a natural gradient, her tips ending in an almost silvery blonde.

Her attire varies slightly. Depending on the occasion she may elect to wear attire that brings out her best assets; which would include corsets of the deepest reds and blacks along with form-fitted leggings. Should she require something that reveals far less skin she can generally be found in a loose fitted tunic beneath an underbust corset top and form-fitted leggings. Her shoes generally narrowed to a pair of either knee high leather boots or mid-calf height boots. In training or battle she may adorn leather wrist gauntlets that hold small daggers for her to fling toward her enemies.

Personality:

Innocent Looking | Slow to Warm | Dangerously Flirtatious under the right Circumstances | Relatively Neutral and Level-Headed | Deathly Loyal | Protective and Possessive of loved ones | Soft Spot for Children

Syra is generally very slow to warm when introduced to new people and new environments. She takes her time to observe others' mannerisms and behaviors before electing to really open up herself. Her innocent allure is only further accentuated by her behavior, appearing timid and a bit shy. If she is pushed outside of her comfort zone, she will bite and lash out toward the opposing party bearing elongated fangs and shadowed claws. Her innocent nature however is merely a facade she plays into, as those who grow close to her begin to see a more care-free aspect of her behavior take hold. She allows others to perceive her as innocent to lure them in, flirting and batting her eyelashes to either get the information she wants or to plainly steal from them. The latter is not quite her favorite thing to do but it's her way of making a living, for now. She is cautious with who she selects as her prey though, to reduce any guilt having lured say a married man or innocent bystander. Sometimes she can use her looks to benefit others but it comes with a steep price.

Her care-free mannerisms are usually very much limited strictly to riding on horse-back, dagger-play, and shadow-play. She can oftentimes be seen with shadows dancing around her hands or behind her altering her height or flattering her appearance all the more. Sometimes this is at will, other times it is more of a protective mechanism that she works mentally to hide. At her core, Syra/Lei simply wants to find her own happiness wherever that may lie.

To those she loves and cares for deeply she will sacrifice herself to the very end if it means they get to live. Very few people fit into this category for her, but it is something that can be witnessed when she is around children. A softer more maternal side of her is revealed when she is around children though she tries her best not to reveal her hand.

Strengths/Weaknesses:

• Shadow-wielder - she can wield shadows into weapons and use it to essentially cloak herself and others for a short period of time. There is yet another power that she has yet to discover; however, she may yet uncover this power on her adventure.

• Mind-speaker - She is able to speak into other people's minds, though if one knows how to shield their minds she would be unable to reach them.

• Superb agility and stealth

• Heightened senses - She has better hearing and sense of smell than most humans and may see a slightly greater distance than the average human.

• Unable to wield shadows when there are none to utilize in the immediate vicinity

• Mind-speaking is a power she has yet to discover and once she does uncover it she is unlikely to be able to wield it far distances or at her own will.

• Lacks in physical brute strength and stamina

• Senses are only really useful when things are within a close proximity of her. Otherwise she is as blind and deaf as the next.

Brief Background + Family

Kisyra is a daughter of Theoden Ilvisar, one of several High Lords of the Fae. Having been the result of a breeding between her sire and a human woman Kisyra had initially been raised by her mother. That was up until the ripe age of 3 when her father ordered her mother slaughtered. Kisyra appearing enough like the fae he had passed her off as his progeny, claiming her mother to have died during childbirth, her being only 3, she wouldn’t have known any better. She had lived the life of an heir beneath her father and had even been loved and cherished by him. That is, up until he had a full-blooded fae son of his own. Having produced a male heir he had wholly abandoned Kisyra, selling her off to an assassin’s guild at the ripe age of 5 disowning her from his bloodline.

The woman in charge of the guild, Lady Magdeleine, had taken Kisyra in and trained her upon the art of flattery, poisons, and murder. Only having discovered the child before her could wield shadows at her will and in self-defense when frightened. She had been honed into a weapon of the greatest precision and owes a large debt to Magdeleine because of it. She now still resides amongst several other females in the guild which unsurprisingly doubles as a high class bordello. She predominantly works in disguise as a tantalizing bottle server for the rich males of varying species. As many request time alone with her, Magdeleine deems her too expensive for the likes of anyone. A letter tucked beneath her pillow seems to be her ticket to freedom. Fortunately, she has orders to go to the very place the letter is sending her. The perfect excuse to free herself of this shithole.

Desire for power/wealth:

Truthfully, Kisyra solely has interest in buying her freedom back still having a hefty debt to pay on her hands.

Other:

Some might say she smells like lavender with a hint of rain and a dash of cinnamon.

Appearance

Credits to Malachitinous on picrew

Nelena is arguably beautiful. She stands at a good 5'10, above average but not exceptionally tall. It's enough to allow her to see over others' shoulders and reach the top shelf, but there aren't many people that she dwarfs. Being on the shorter end of her immediate family, however, she holds herself to her full height and has a habit of moving her weight on to the balls of her feet, which gives her a slight lift and a calf workout. Her build is slender but well-muscled with the latter being subtly defined through her clothes. She lacks hips -- perhaps they will come after children, if she ever manages to tie down a man -- but has a full enough bosom.

Her skin is a light olive and dotted with faint freckles, which mostly appear along her cheeks, nose, and shoulders. A decent amount of time in the outdoors has left her sunkissed, darkening the spots on her face. Her round eyes are generally narrowed and framed by thick, dark brown eyelashes, which make the brilliant blue irises pop. Nelena's hair is a dark blond; it's arguably more of a silver champagne, were she to be compared to a horse. It reaches down to her waist when let down and has a slight curl to the last half, naturally forming loose ringlets. She almost always has it up and tied firmly back so as not to get in her way when going about tasks.

Each earlobe is pierced, but she only wears earrings, makeup, and other jewelry on special occasions or when there's time to actually enjoy it. She doesn't want anything shiny to bring attention to her in a fight or on a scouting mission, either. Her clothing is generally form-fitting but not showy; it could even be described as more masculine. However, when she is in the mood to show off her acrobatic skills, her attire screams "circus freak."

Her expression is often something bordering hungry, though whether it's for blood or for mischief is hard to say; it really depends on her mood. She cannot make sounds, not even grunts or screams, so nobody knows what her voice would sound like if she had one. Her movements are light and graceful, though, and she's an exceptional dancer and acrobat.

Personality

Cold || Callous || Flirtatious || Adventurous || Lone Wolf || Manipulative || Impatient || Easily Frustrated || Stubborn || Unfriendly || Malicious || Chaos

Will expand

Strengths

Weaknesses

Brief Background and Family

Nobody is sure how she ended up not making any sound. While most mutes could at least manage a yell, the loudest Nelena can be is with her fists or a sharp sigh. She's more like a crocodile, relying on body language, and she's always been that way. She grew up to be just like the reptile, too.

She left her home clan to search for a way to acquire a voice. Witches, warlocks, mimics, and mages that she contacted were all unable to assist her, and half of them are now dead, either by accidents or her own hands.

Desire for Wealth or Power

Wealth has never done much for her; there's very little she would actually use it on. Her motivation is the desire for a voice: life is so difficult when no-one can hear you at all.

Other

WIP

I don't really have a favorite, but I've managed to keep a Gollum jade plant alive for almost three years, so he's my lil buddy