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Poco Loco Crow

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PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 10:07 am


Modnar


As you might have gathered in the other thread, Modnar is a world about to encounter rough time. There should be a whole description of the world, but that’d require work. So it’s up to you guys to fill in the details as we go along, and if you’re really nice I’m keep notes up here.

Known World:
Siloportem Elbirroh: One of the largest cities on the planet, Siloportem Elbirroh is a sprawling city that covers both sides of the Egral River. Siloportem Elbirroh is a center of commerce for just about everything if you know where to find it.

Characters: These are the important things in any rp.

Puppet Master: Poco Loco Crow
Name: Nymora
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Half demon (Father was a demon, Mother was human)
Class: Performing assassin
Primary weapon: Staff: It’s a nice, inconspicuous weapon because she can just claim it’s a walking stick. Good for helping defend herself in a fight until she can run away.
Other weapons: Nymora also carries 2 stilettos and a garrote, because when you sneak up to kill someone you want something other than a stick.
Appearance: Nymora is a tall woman with scarlet red skin and pitch black hair. Unlike some half-demons, she does not have any sort of wings, which she’s thankful for. They’d be harder to hide. She dresses as befits the situation, normally in bright colors that accent her skin when performing and in darker colors. She tends to wear gloves and cloaks with deep hoods so she can hide her exotic appearance when she wants too. Nymora also has a tattoo of three black tears underneath her left eye.
Personality Quirks: Slips into depression often, sings a lot . . . often strange songs with unknown instruments (I.E: modern songs)
Magic: Water. Nymora most often uses this to purify her drinking water and to create images in large bowels that match whatever song she’s singing. She has also been known to call on it to breathe underwater.
Biography: Nymora lived a fairly content life, raised mostly alone by her mother but occasionally taken to town. There she would be enthralled by whatever wandering bard was coming through the town, and she set her heart on living like that. She left her mother as soon as she was old enough, and learned how hard a life it was. Unlike other bards, she couldn’t count on being welcomed in every town. For better or worse, some people came into her life and offered her a way to survive and even profit while continuing the pursuit of her dream. The only cost was a little bit of blood.
Extra: Nymora has recently purchased a violin and is practicing that. She’d also looking for an air mage to help create even more sounds, as the songs she constantly hears in her head require more instruments than she can play herself.



Puppet Master: Hey IBC Rootbeer
Name: Jelynia

Age: 17 Years Old

Gender: Female

Race: Half-Angel

Class: Assassin

Primary Weapon: Polearm

Other Weapons: Naturally, as an assassin she carries many concealed weapons about her person, mostly daggers.

Appearance: Average height, 5'7", with an average build and toned muscles, weighing 120. Her hair is so deep a blue that most would call it black, and if she wore it down it easily reaches the backs of her knees - but she keeps it up in two buns (like asians... lol). Since she rarely lets her hair down, even when bathing, loose ends of her hair tend to stick out in different directions and her overall appearance always has an unorganized look to it. Her bright amethyst eyes are almond shaped with a slight curve up at the outer corners. Her lips are slightly pump and her nose slender, not very long but not short either.

Personality: She's a shy one, only talks when absolutely necessary, and she tends to refer to herself in the third person, which was the way people talk in the part of the land she hails from. Her manner can be very direct when she does talk, perhaps because she is trying to get to the point in as few words as possible. (lol). She keeps her emotions and thoughts off her face easily, and throws up whatever 'face' she thinks is best for the situation.

Magic: She has Healing powers, which WOULD come in handy in a fight if not for the inability to heal herself. Strange that someone so isolated from others would be granted this gift.

Biography: She lead a simple and normal child-hood life in a small town. Her parents were farmers, and she grew up as the middle child out of 5 siblings. Her sister Kamine, the eldest at 22 years old, was the "perfect" child. She was often thought of as the town's Beauty. Kamine married a handsome man, and they now own their own farm in their hometown, and have a daughter, Marein (2 years old) and a child on the way. Her only brother, older than her by 2 years, Maerik, left home to travel - hoping to find his call/purpose in the world. Her two younger sisters still lived at home, Regine being 13 years-old and Tabia being 7.
Jelynia had only one friend growing up, Bartyx, and she had heard in a letter from her mother, that he left their small town to go out into the world and now Jelynia had no idea where he might be. She think she loved him, but emotions were not her fortay.

Extra Tidbits:



Name: Clara (C-lah-rah)

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Primary Weapon: Dagger. Some spells take too long to cast so she sometimes has to defend herself directly.

Appearance: She is very tall at nearly 5'11" and is dark skinned (somewhat like a light cocoa) and her hair raven black and shines with dark blue against the light. She has almond, almost catlike, eyes that are a dark deep green in color. Her robe, if you can call it that is long with two slits at the side that go up to the top of each hip. Two thin straps near the top on both sides keep it together but still make her bare hips and legs very visible. The top part of the dress is kimono style wrap (the collar is low which makes her cleavage slightly visible) and obi (the belt/sash) only without the kimono sleeves. The sleeves are made of a loose see-through material that slits from the wrist to the shoulder of the dress with thread holding the two edges together at the elbow of each. The dress is dark blue and dark purple in color and trimmed in muted white. She has various tattoo markings all over her body. Some are symbols to help with her magic while others were simply shapes that she found meaningful. All are black in color.

Personality Quirks: She is shy. She likes to observe other than actually interacting with them. It takes a lot for her to start a conversation on her own. When ever she is stressed, she will drink a cup of tea. She prefers the tea of her homeland rather than foreign blends. She used to hate tea as a child but her parents loved it so much that they always smelled of it. After Clara's parents died she began drinking it to remember them and it began to be her security blanket of sorts.

Magic: Clara cannot say why she chose two such conflicting elements as Water and Fire. Maybe she wanted to move on with the current of her life like water but also wanted the comforting warmth of fire. Of course, it could be because it makes brewing tea that much easier...

Bio: Clara always wanted to be more than she was. She lived in a world with such diverse races and she was born a normal human. Otherwise, she lived a happy childhood with her parents in a little cottage in the woods of her homeland and she was content enough as she was until she was 12 when three thieves who had gotten lost in their forest found her house and murdered her parents, taking anything they saw with value. She had hidden in the hidden cellar in fear of her life until the thieves left. With her parents gone and everything else stolen, she wandered from town to town, unsure but determined to do something great to redeem her failure of her parents' death. It wasn't until an old man offered her a place to stay when she realized what it was. The man apparently was a great mage so Clara convinced him to let her become his pupil in return for lodging. Years later, she learn all she could from the man and left to find another path in which she could use her new powers. She has been traveling since.

Extra: She has not given romance much thought but she seems to find attractiveness in both genders. She likes animals and music, but she can only play a small wooden flute. She has developed a crippling fear of tight spaces.



Puppet Master: Blender Cookies

Name: Daedari

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Race: Werewolf

Class: Fighter

Primary Weapon: Axe

Appearance: Deep, amber red eyes and curly dark-blue hair that reaches her shoulders. When in her Werewolf form, she has the same dark-blue fur as her hair. Her physical build is very slight, like that of a child (though she is fully matured at the age of 20...)

Personality: Tends to be very serious and she hears voices inside her head, the voices of other werewolves - since they can communicate that way.

Magic: Her abilities are in Fire magic, which she uses to enhance the damage of her axe.

Background Bio: Raised by Elves in the wooden city of Ferailor, Daedari was shocked and confused when she first heard the voices. It was then, as she ran to her guardians with fear in her eyes and questions in her mind, that they then were forced to tell of her lineage. They had found her as a young child beneath the far reaching canopy of a grand pine in the forest, crying as she sat there alone (This is why her name is of the Wood Elves). When she had matured, the stages of the moon showing her for the first time her "true" form, she left her home behind and joined a fighters guild rooted in the grand city of Siloportem Elbirroh.

Extra: Werewolves have both human-like and wolf-like appearances, which they can change between at whim. Though, while going through puberty, it is the moon that changes them at first before they learn to control themselves - This is a dangerous time for many teen werewolves, and guardians/protectors are very necessary.

PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 10:08 am


Reserved, in case I decide to put something here

Poco Loco Crow

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Poco Loco Crow

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PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 10:10 am


Reserved, in case I decide to put something here.

The first post will be up sometime today.
PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 4:46 pm


Nymora
In the wing of ebony
Darkened waves fill the trees
Wild winds of warning
Echo through the air...

Follow the storm, I've got to get out of here...
Follow the storm as you take to the sky...
Follow the storm now it's all so crystal clear,
Follow the storm as the storm begins to rise...


Nymora finished the song with a small flourish and put her violin down to stretch her fingers. From the inn’s patrons came a few scattered applause, but for the most part people weren’t paying attention to her. They were mostly gathered around the tables and talking in hushed tones, as they had for the past couple of days. Something about late shipments, but Nymora wasn’t really sure on the details. What she did know was that people had been more reclusive lately and less likely to give money to an inn’s singer.

She took a sip of water that the innkeeper had provided her. She looked sadly at the violin case laid out beside her, which was empty save for a few coins. Sighing slightly, she tucked the coins into her coin purse and put her violin away. It was true that she wasn’t a master player yet, that she often needed to simplify the melodies and still slipped up in places. But even so her singing was good, even that wouldn’t normally be enough for people to stop giving her money.

A meal waited for her at a nearby table. She settled down to pick at it, not really hungry tonight. A week ago she had realized that she wasn’t earning enough to leave Siloportem Elbirroh and start traveling up the Egral River like she’d wanted. And then, like the other times, a letter had appeared. The thought of it moved her hand to her pouch, making sure it was still there. She was somewhat disappointed to learn that it was. At least she would be able to move on soon though.

She picked at her food some more.

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Poco Loco Crow

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PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 10:41 pm


Mistress...


Pushing her hood back as she stepped through the doorway of the inn, Jelynia took the nearest seat at an empty table and asked one of the maids to bring her dinner. She listened to the woman singing while playing a violin, though she appeared not to. The performer was good, but no one was paying her any heed, they were all too intent on their own business. Most of the men in the common room were merchants, with a few dock handlers and who-knew what else. What they were all intent on talking about, was the missing shipments of a certain benefactor. Jelynia supposed she was responsible for that, though all she did was kill the man. It wasn't her fault some city laut had stolen all his property that was sitting their unprotected.

Her meal arrived just as the performer put her violin away sadly. Jelynia would've put a coin in herself if she weren't so shy - or so poor.


...Root Beer
PostPosted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 9:05 pm


Nymora

Having eaten her fill, which wasn’t much at the moment, Nymora pushed the plate aside and took the letter out one last time and read it by the dim light of the room. Most of it was fluff, made to hide its true meaning from people casually reading it. It was similar to the other letters she had seen. It gave the victim’s name, description, occupation, and their recommendation for when to strike. In this case it was a Markov Belsariaus, a middle ranking individual in the fighter’s guild with a half-circle scar around his left eye, and they suggested during the fighter’s guild’s celebration for some new members they’d initiated. It would hardly be out of place for a performer to be there – in fact she would only be one of several acts for the night.

She got up from the table and went back to thank the inn keeper for the meal and said her farewell. Grabbing her violin in its case and a walking stick she’d left by the door, she left the inn and started heading for her target. As she walked in the fading light, she went over the details again in her head. She had already reserved a place as a performer, though even that would probably be unnecessary; she doubted that anyone would care if a few extra people came. Or if some non-fighters attended. But as a bard she had a legitimate claim for being there, and she’d be able to watch while she performed. So all she should have to do is stick around until she saw her target, and wait for an opportunity.

The only part that concerned her about the mission was the mention that other people had been hired for the same job. She didn’t relish the idea of racing against someone else. Not that she’d probably recognize someone else as an assassin before it was too late anyways.
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Poco Loco Crow

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Novitascia

Dangerous Prophet

PostPosted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 2:21 pm


Clara wrinkled her nose at the stench of sweat and body odor coming off the large group of fighters that were celebrating as she arrived at the guild. She ignored the lustful stares of the drunken men and even a few women at her revealing outfit as she moved along the wall, trying to find a good place to settle down before she had to preform. While she did not like playing her flute in public, it was also her only source of income while there were nothing terrorizing any of the nearby towns. Well, except for that thief who seemed to have killed someone a few towns back, but he was long gone before she got there and she couldn't afford to chase after him.

Finally, she found a suitable spot. A few empty crates stacked in the corner far enough away from the rowdy bunch was a perfect place for her to sit and practice. She began to rummage through her pack as she sat, looking for something to eat only to find the only morsel she had left was a small piece of bread. " It seems I found a place to preform just in time." She thought to herself she swallowed it in two bites. After eating, she pulled out her tea leaves, strainer, her cup, and the last jug of water she had. Using her magic as discreetly as she could she moved the water from the jug, boiled it as it moved through the air, and ran it through the leaves and strainer. After taking a quick sip of her fresh tea she quickly retrieved her flute and proceeded to practice.
PostPosted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 3:03 pm


Mistress...



Appearing bored, Jelynia studied the crowed extensively. Blend into the crowd, was her first rule. She wore plaintive clothes any fighter may wear, with her polearm strapped to her back. Know you surroundings, was her second rule. Find the target, wait for an opportunity, strike. That was her routine. As she walked around idly, her eyes stopped at one of the performers. It was the same woman she'd seen playing at the inn last night. The woman appeared to be engrossed in tuning her violin, but it was obvious to Jelynia that the performer was studying the crowd just as intently as she. She continued to watch her from the corner of her eye, before she caught the site of the man she'd been commissioned to kill.


...Root Beer

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Poco Loco Crow

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PostPosted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 6:38 pm


Nymora

Nymora hoped that anyone looking at her would think she studied the crowd intently in an attempt to gauge their mood. Not that there was really much debate about what kind of songs would be popular tonight; pretty song work would be appreciated, but the only ones that’d really get cheers would be either the ones of heroic battles, bawdy tales, or a combination of both. Nymora didn’t mind that, figuring that as she wanted to keep a low profile then perhaps just a few violin pieces would be nice enough, but ultimately forgotten. And she’d get a little more practice on the violin as a bonus.

She’d just put the violin down to rest her fingers and take a drink of water when she spotted the man. Silently she cursed; she’d hoped to see him after her performance. That way if he left the area she could follow and strike without fear of being noticed. Worse, she saw the man stumbling with a barmaid towards some crates stacked in the back. Panicking at the thought that someone else might hit the mark first, she did a quick check at the stage. Currently a bard was singing one of the great tales; she’d probably have time. She left the area heading towards the same corner. She had no clue what she’d do about the barmaid; she couldn’t afford a witness.

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