Flying Without Wings | OOC

[Guest]

|| Note: I haven’t created one of these in a while and my Microsoft Word 2007 does not have a spell checker or really much of anything...forgive any and all mistakes in spelling. Thank You. Zero. ||

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Title:
*Will be edited at a later date with IC url link.

Flying Without Wings

Theme:

For Want of a Nail

For want of a nail, the shoe was lost;
For want of the shoe, the horse was lost;
For want of the horse, the rider was lost;
For want of the rider, the battle was lost;
For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost;
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

Setting:

During the 13th century of a world known as Middle Earth...

The Northwest land mass of Middle Earth is called Bertran Lathe, the Northeast named Gervase, the southwest called Otto, with Woodwick Island further southwest. Lastly, there is Thibault, which lies southeast.

There are many mountainous terrains, which house sky islands above. The mountain range shown upside down (Thibault’s mountains), represent that that location is the only location where those who cannot fly, can possibly reach the sky islands. Those mountains are tall enough to pierce through the clouds and reach the heavens. None have ever reached the sky islands however, as the harsh terrain is most evil to travelers. Not to mention, sky islands are believed to be myths.

Hélie is the peak of Thibault’s largest mountains. It is the city of an Avariel establishment. The bridged tunnel is the one path that leads to the other sky islands, such as and in this clockwise order: Joscelin (southwest), Anselm (northwest) and Icaria (northeast).

Along the journey to these sky islands, there lies much danger. The creatures that linger in the heavens are true demons…

Abstract:

Only but a small change is needed to cause a chain reaction with undesirable or unexpected consequences that differ in severity...

The Avariel race has hidden in myth, protecting Middle Earth for centuries against many evil and winged races. They have also succeeded in protecting their own race from Middle Earth’s frequent corrupted tactics by living in the sky islands burrowed under myths.

However, when a child of the Avariel race falls to Middle Earth without a way to return, and is thrown into an unknown world, many of Middle Earth’s inhabitants learn of the Avariel’s existence.

Craving the believed sanctuary of the sky islands, many will perish on their journey to Hélie and the balance of Middle Earth will crumble.

Rules:
*Rules are subject to change.

• The forum's IC rules should generally apply.
  
• A post order is urged unless inconvenient as based on previous reply’s/post’s content.
  
• Character(s) should have flaws whether it is in intellect, physical appearance or composition and/or personality.
  
• Magical abilities are allowed in characters but with rules and/or limits.

Character Skeleton:

Spoiler:

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Character List:
*Setup: Character name with linked picture | Character race with linked profile | Played by (member name)

• ianna’Nyi Kiirquarlani | an Avariel| Played by Zero
  
• Lathus Gyssemitore | a Half Breed: Dark Elf / Human | Played by Loki
  
• Halaun Rilyn'Und | a Drow | Played by Hisoka
  
• Eolande Maebh | a Sídhe | Played by Aya MacArthur
  
• Marle the Shatter Horned | a Satyr | Played by Plaguewalker
  

[Loki]

General Information
Name: Lathus Gyssemitore

Gender: Male

Species: Half-Dark Elf, Half-Human

Outer Appearance
Actual Age/Age Appearance: Lathus is still early into adulthood at the age of 82 years. Due to the long lifespan of his Drow heritage, he only appears to be in his mid-twenties with the exception of the weight of wisdom and experience on his demeanor.

Hair Color/Style: Long, silvery-white strands that loosely hang down to the middle of his back.

Eye Color/Features: Deep red with flecks of dark blue scattered throughout the iris. This impurity to his eyes makes for undeniable evidence that he is not of pure Drow heritage.

Skin: Light gray with an assorted scattering of pale scars throughout his body.

Height: 5’9”

Weight: 150lbs.

Build: Toned, lithe muscles that are common among nearly every elf. Slightly smaller in frame than is typical for his height which only serves to increase his agility to a slightest degree.

Clothing Style: Lathus is found either wearing his scaled leather armor or a casual trouser/tunic combination. Regardless of what attire hangs directly upon his frame, he is rarely seen without his forest green hooded cloak. He has become so accustomed to the draping garment that it no longer hinders his movements to any significant degree, be it firing a bow or swinging a sword.

Extra/Summary: None.


Inner Appearance

Likes: Stealing, practical jokes, valuable items that are easy to steal, hunting, and otherwise being a delinquent.

Dislikes: Following impulsive plans, stealing from those who are worse-off than he, and locks that he cannot pick.

Bad Habits: Stealing things just for the sake of taking them and taking jokes too far.

Strengths: Arcane archery, pick pocketing, lying, stalking, low-light vision, and tracking.

Weaknesses: Weaker bone structure than his human counterpart, making him more susceptible to injuries. Although he is not incompetent in swordplay, Lathus wouldn’t be much of a challenge to a fighter with any significant experience.

Extra: Like most elves, Lathus enters into a meditative trance rather than sleeping. Years of training in the arcane has allowed him to imbue his arrows with elemental magic.

Summary: Lathus is friendly and energetic, though has a tendency to rub people the wrong way.


Miscellaneous Information

Clan/Pack: His family name is Gyssemitore, or Clan of the Moon

Home: Northwestern Otto

Family: Lathus was a product of a one-night stand and had never known his father. Although his birth was not intentional, his mother still cared for him until she died from old age. He has no other relatives that he knows about to date.

Friends: In his journeys, he has made several acquaintances and a few friends, though is isn’t particularly close to any of them.

Enemies: Those who hurt the weak and helpless.

Spouse: He is neither married nor in a relationship with anybody.

[Hisoka]

General Information

Name: Halaun Rilyn'Und

Gender: Male

Species: Drow

Outer Appearance

Actual Age/Age Appearance: Halaun at the age 175 is into adulthood but because of the long lifespan of all elven races he appears to be no older then 45 by human standards.

Hair Color/Style: A shining silver it is worn in a shoulder length ponytail to keep it out of his face during combat.

Eye Color/Features: As a Drow of noble blood his eyes are a shining red with crimson overtones on top of scarlet ones.

Skin: A deep gray boarding on black with assorted scars.

Crisscrossing scars adorn his lower back

A long scar starts at just above his left eyebrow and runs down in a straight line to just above his where his chin begins to curve to form the left side of his jaw.

A curving scar starts at his left shoulder and runs down across his chest to just above his right hip. It is about half an inch in width and is slightly raised.

His left forearm bears a straight and narrow scar starting at just below the elbow and runs down to just over where his wrist joins his hand.

On his stomach is a jagged scar that is about an inch in width. It starts at the left side of his belly button and curves around in a more or less straight line to his spine.

His hands bear heavy calluses from a lifetime of blade and bow work.

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 175 pounds

Build: Unlike most elves Halaun sports a slightly bulkier build with dense muscle. The major muscle groups such as his shoulders and legs stand out in contrast to the more lean build of his stomach and back.

Clothing Style: Halaun is most often found in a light chainmail tunic crafted of shining mithral with shoulder paludons of the same metal. Upon his hands are light deerskin gloves which are fingerless. And dark blue leggings with light deerskin boots. Slung upon his shoulders is a hooded cloak of the same dark blue as his leggings.

When relaxing the Drow can often be found in a red tunic with gold edging and red leggings. On his feet are red shoes with gold edging.

In either case he is never found without his dual scimitars slung upon his hips. With the blade on the right bearing a red scabbard with the hilt bearing a Red Dragon Motif. On his left hip the blade has a blue scabbard with an Ice Demon Motif. Both hilts show considerable wear.

Extra/Summary: His crimson eyes seem to be filled with a question without answer.

Inner Appearance

Likes: Swordsmanship, The Road, Having a Just cause to serve, Sunset, Training.

Dislikes: Those controlled by greed, His fellow Drow who refuse to stop listening to the lies of their evil goddess, The prejudice others show him because of his Drow Heritage.

Bad Habits: Halaun's bad habits are his inability to stop thinking about the justice behind his choice to leave his race. The fact he always tries way too hard to prove to not only those around him but to himself that he is more then his skin color and his eyes.

Strengths: Being a Drow he can see in the darkest of nights as clearly as a human does during high noon. Because he drives himself so hard he has near limitless stamina . Also because of his drive his skill with his blades are second to none. Gifted to him because of his training amongst his own people are the quiet steps of elven kind and limited knowledge of magic. Able to perform weak attack spells such as fireballs in concert with his swordplay. And because of his elven heritage Halaun is remarkably quick on his feet with a dancer's grace.

Weaknesses: Because he is a Drow he is more susceptible to bright light and is somewhat uncomfortable in the sun's light. And despite his strength training he is weaker then some humans physically. Furthermore slinging too many spells in one fight tires him in ways a full day of running and fighting doesn't. And his inborn supply of magic is low meaning he can't sling all that many spells in battle to begin with.

And finally because of his driven nature Halaun can often find himself in some tight spots as he charges forward regardless of the danger. For once he makes a choice he sees it through for better or worse. And this has brought him closer to death then most are comfortable with.

Extra: Like all his elven brethren Halaun enters a meditative trance rather then sleeping. He is still aware of the world around and will often answer any questions directed at him albeit with only a few quiet words. He can often even enter the meditative trance even when walking. Despite his knowledge of magic the Drow prefers using his blades alone due to the exhaustion spell works entails.

Summary: Halaun is both grim and serious in his nature. With a driven nature you won't find him relaxing often.

Miscellaneous Information

Clan/Pack: Being of the Noble House Rilyn'Und which means House of the Spider's Kiss.

Home: None, Halaun is a wanderer only stopping every once awhile to rest when his injuries require rest.

Family: Halaun is the first born son of the Drow Noble House Rilyn'Und. Ranked 19th in the Drow Heirachy they are minor nobility at best. But several legendary swordsman have come from the House of Rilyn'Und and gone on to become weapons-masters at more prestigious Houses. Although the first born son Halaun is the fourth living child of his House. Within the Matriarchal society of the Drow Race his destiny as male was to do whatever was told to him.

But Halaun wasn't satisfied with the mindless evil of his race. For him there must be more then this way of life. So leaving he hasn't looked back once. Not that he was ever that close to his family to begin with.

Friends: Although his name is widely known Halaun has few friends as his wandering nature prevents him from putting down roots.

Enemies: Those driven by greed and the oppressors of the weak, and the evil in this land.

Spouse: Technically Halaun was promised by his family as the consort of a High Ranked household called Baenafin to cement friendly relationships which would rise his family up. Needless to say this will never happen since The Drow has left his family behind.

[Aya MacArthur]

General Information

Name: Eolande Maebh

Gender: Female

Species: Sídhe

Outer Appearance

Actual Age/Age Appearance: Eolande is a woman whose age is truly unknown to anyone outside of her people. Like the many pure-blooded Sídhe, Eo will live to be very old, into the many thousands. However, she has not reached this peak of life yet. She is only a couple centuries old, though she does not look it. To on-lookers, Eo looks to be mid twenties at the oldest.

Hair Color/Style: With hair as black as ebony, Eo lets it just flow naturally. Straight, but thick, her hair falls heavily to her hips.

Eye Color/Features: Eo’s eyes are the strangest feature about her. They are an orange that would envy the color of fire. When she is depressed or sad, they become a dark amber but when she is mad, they become almost yellow.

Skin: Her hair is as pale as the moon, and shines with the same magical luminescent quality. Like all Sídhe, her skin is always glowing. When her emotions become more excited, she glows more.

Height: 5’11’’

Weight: 130lbs

Build: Slender, but toned

Clothing Style: One would usually catch Eo wearing fine clothing of the highest quality. Tight in the bust, but flowing to her feet, she usually wears gowns. She isn’t known to wear clothing with sleeves, unless extremely cold, nor is she known to show any leg, unless extremely hot or if the occasion calls for less clothing.

Extra/Summary: Eo is of the Sídhe court. She is of the purest bloodline, going all the way back to where they believe their race was created.


Inner Appearance

Likes: Nature. The sunset. The moon. Her bow and arrow. Bodies of water.

Dislikes: Useless anger. Liars. The dark. Fire. Greed.

Bad Habits: Rambling in other languages. Biting her nails. Thinking too much.

Strengths: Eo knows many languages. She is good at archery. Due to her affinity to water, touching any large body of water helps heal her, but only to a point. Small, nonfatal wounds are the only ones that can be healed.

Weaknesses: Eo has the weakness of fire. Being so close to water, even the slightest of burns can put her at risk. She is also very afraid of the dark, or small spaces. However, her biggest weakness is men. The Sídhe are known to be very sexual creatures. Throw a handsome man into the mix and she might as well just be a kitten.

Extra: Eolande tries to be stern and hard; however, generally she is the nicest person you will ever meet. The only time she can be a monster, is when you hurt someone that she loves, or threatens her existence.

Summary: Eolande is generally very shy. Though she holds a seat in court, her personality does not fit. It takes a lot to get her out of her shell. If you don’t make her break out, all you will see is the quiet, introvert side of her, even though she has another side entirely.


Miscellaneous Information

Clan/Pack: Seleighe Court

Home: Thibault

Family: Eolande is of the highest nobility when it comes to the Seleighe court. Her family is very large, and consists of other members of the court. However, she is mostly just overlooked.

Friends: Eo doesn’t really have friends. Her shy personality kept her from making friends as she grew up, and now that she is an adult, she doesn’t really have any hope of making friends.

Enemies: The UnSeleighe court. Though still family, their court is just the opposite of what her court represents. Anyone who would oppose her.

Spouse: Eo is not married, nor is she in a relationship with anyone.

[Guilty Carrion]

General Information

Name: Marle the Shatter Horned

Gender: Female

Species: Satyr

Outer Appearance

Actual Age/Age Appearance: 29

Hair Color/Style: Marle’s hair is a soft auburn, and falls just past her shoulders, with enviable natural curls.

Eye Color/Features: Soft silver, although they rarely show the same emotion as the rest of her.

Skin: Marle’s skin is a soft earthly tone, and is littered with scars from numerous battles.

Height: 5’10

Weight: 183 lbs

Build: Marle’s body is toned, and her muscles are well defined. Despite this, Marle is a beautiful example of the Satyr race. Her hourglass frame draws much attention, despite the battle worn look that has settled across her features.

Clothing Style: Marle prefers to wear clothing that is simple and practical. Her shirts often lack sleeves, and expose her shoulders as the collar rises up to cover her neck slightly as well. They also bare most of her midriff, the shirt stopping just below her bosom. A simple piece fabric wraps around her waist, draping down in the front and the back.

Extra: Marle is a Satyr, so instead of feet she has hooves. Her lower half is not covered in hair, as some species seem to think. There is only a small amount of it on the back of her ‘ankles‘, and she keeps it trimmed and tidy.

She also has two horns which grow from her forehead, which curl back around to the front, although one of them is broken and is missing roughly half of it.

Summary: Despite her beauty, Marle seems plagued by some unseen burden that weighs upon her every step.

Inner Appearance

Likes: Rain, thunderstorms, fire, music, solitude, battle, her Hammers, mountains.

Dislikes: Crowds, most people, tight spaces, beds, the cold.

Bad Habits: Violently dealing with most problems that arise in her way. Jumping to conclusions.

Strengths: Melee combat. The Satyr is a bezerker of dangerous skill, combining the powerful strikes of her hammers with the might of her Spellsong. She is capable of running incredibly fast, easily out running almost any humans. Her stamina is daunting, and she seems to have nigh endless supplies of it. Her voice is trained for singing as well, and she can produce quite enchanting melodies.

Being a Satyr, Marle has a rather dulled sense of taste(what with the goat stuff and all that) and can eat just about anything to sustain herself. She can cook, although due to her lack of taste, she cooks rather poorly.

Weaknesses: Marle has an extreme aversion to touch when not in battle, particularly with men. She is also extremely dependant upon her hammers, using them as a sort of security blanket to keep herself safe. When separated from them, Marle is almost an entirely different person.

Stubborn to the extreme, Marle is nigh impossible to dissuade with anything short of violence. Even if her present course is likely to cause her bodily harm. She's also a terriable swimmer.


Extra: N/A

Summary: Marle is a hot-headed woman with a tendancy to act before thinking. Something always seems to be at the back of her mind, clawing for attention.

Miscellaneous Information

Clan/Pack: Marle has left her clan, and has no intentions of returning anytime soon.

Home: None

Family: Father and Mother, although she hasn't spoken to them in many years.

Friends: Marle left all her friends behind when she abandoned her clan.

Enemies: Rikorn
Spouse: Previously wed to Rikorn, however, she shattered her horn(which bore the symbol of their wedlock), effectively divorcing him.

[Guest]

Okay, great job everyone. The character submissions are now closed. Any discussions can now commence otherwise or in the mean time I will be posting an IC. Thanks.

[Aya MacArthur]

I am so excited.

[Guest]

IC is now posted. Refer to the first post of this topic for the linked IC thread.

[Eternity]

is there any more spots open? I'd like to make two characters if possible, brother and sister?

Nevermind, just read that previous post about submissions being closed.

[Guest]

^_^

Well, thanks Loki and Hisoka for your posts. Both your characters seem more interesting, by at least one bar of interestingness, given the posts posted... Haha Yay. And well, Sorry for the wait on the role-play, though maybe for one of you it is convenient. Still, I'm sure the other posts will come soon. Life is heavy sometimes. And well, you gotta pay it up. Or I don't know. Ignore me.

[Loki]

Either way, I'm still in. Even if we have to take this to the One x One forum!

[Guest]

Hm, ^_^ That might be fun too! Haha! But even then, I'm contemplating creating another fantasy-ish role-play, lolz. But it's still shaky on certain parts. Elven characters are so cool though! I can hardly wait to write another post for this role-play. Hehe, I want the story for move along! But I've gotta be patient since I am really interested in seeing how this will turn out with the characters...............Ugh!! lolz!

[Aya MacArthur]

I'm back. =]

[Hisoka]

In the name of Mithra I thought this died.

[Guest]

Yaya Aya's back! I hope all is well. ^_^

Oh ye one of little faith! ...Knock it off! This aint gunna die!

[Loki]

*Is still waiting for others to post*

Hint hint

[Guest]

Its probably my fault. I could have posted again but I was stupid. I'm sorry.

[Loki]

Not your fault zero, it's up to the others to bring their characters into play. Though it couldn't hurt to shoot them a PM reminding them to post in the near future.

[Guest]

Oh I see. Well I had spoken with them and was aware of vague circumstances that were halting or hindering posting and I thus failed to relay this edited note to you guys not thinking itd take this long... Yeah I suck lolz!

[Guilty Carrion]

I apologize for my lack of posting. I'm sitting down to activly crank it out before I go to bed, so with any luck it'll be up here quickly.

Edit: It's coming quite smoothly! Now, Marle sings in my post, so I've put the words that have been sung in bold to make it easier to tell.(Even if it still is pretty obvious what's being sung)

[Guest]

Yeah, lolz. Where did those words come from? And with your post in, Loki and Hisoka should know that they can post again if they want, cause it will still be a little while before Aya makes a post in this. Or so the impression goes... but I told her no rush and such.

[Loki]

Did you want our characters to intervene with the slavers or wait a little while longer?

[Guest]

Do whatever the heck you want Sir. Whatever you want, I we will all work off of it and will proceed forward by any means necessary and yadda yadda yadda.

[Aya MacArthur]

Whoo! I made my first post!

[Guest]

Yay Aya! Haha, I think things now will start picking up. That is, if everyone's interest is still there, lolz. Hopefully things aren't too badly screwed up.

[Aya MacArthur]

Nah. I think people will continue to post.

[Loki]

You can rest assured to know I'm still in.

[Aya MacArthur]

Nobody has posted since I did on the 6th of July

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