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Jun 8 2018, 08:22 AM
**Species:** Vystian Wolf
**Appearance:** Borris is large, for a Vystrian wolf. He is almost 4' tall and has a barrel chest. His front paws are naturally splayed when he walks, and he does his best to keep his fangs within his mouth. He has a small set of horns on his head, though they're more like rock hard knobs on his head than horns. His pelt is an almost steel blue, though it leans more to the grey side of the spectrum. His pelt is also crossed with bright cobalt blue slashes, though they are most dense on his flanks, and a few unnatural stripes on his shoulder and head where the fur has turned pure white. He used to have a white ferret companion, but that's explained later.
**Abilities:** Borris is a lethal tracker and can follow even the faintest scent, but his build often leaves a rather large trail behind him. An affinity for the earth element also provides a strange sense of another's motion through his paw pads, but it only works while standing still. Most think his large size is also a benefit, but his attacking strategies usually involve running away, since actually fighting is a clumsy affair. He has some minor barrier capabilities, where he can create up to three moderate barriers about the size of his paw, but without his companion's healing compliment, he isn't confident in using it. Although he also has intense mindspeak abilities, being able to feel some of what the other feels in times of great connection, he prefers privacy.
**History:** Borris was originally from a small pack, barely ten members of mostly dire wolves, who had no need for a wolf who didn't fight. The pack tried to convince him to fight for most of his time there. They started by telling him how difficult it was to defend him when a fight broke out, or how painful it was to not be able to depend on him to defend the territory. They tried to offer him more of a share of each kill if he would just go out and protect the small bit of territory they had like the rest of them. Some of the larger dires began to ignore him, or not so playfully shove him, or steal his portion of the meals he helped find. They tried threatening to tell every nearby wolf that he was diseased and needed to be put down. The last tactic they attempted was to force Borris to fight for the defense of his familiar, a lively white ferret he had lovingly nicknamed Snowfire. The pack went too far, accidentally killing the small creature while Borris was linked tightly to it. He felt a sharp measure of his companion's pain before its mind just... slipped away. Borris was distraught and actively fought for the first time in his life, going straight for the killer. He ended up walking away from that fight with a few serious scratches around his head and shoulders. His pack was ecstatic about his sudden fighting spirit, but Borris disappeared as soon as he was able. He wandered for a time, mainly living off of fish and small game, before he stumbled into the Myr pack grounds. A realization that he was lonely helped fuel his next decision. He hopes this time around will be better and currently tracks the pack's current whereabouts.
**Personality:** Borris is a lively sort who would like to trust, but has a few issues when it comes to relationships. He's prone to teasing, and avoids topics about his past and companion. Privacy is rather important to him, and he gets rather snappish when others try to use mindspeak with him. If and when he does make a connection with the rest of the pack, he grows overprotective ((for obvious reasons)) especially toward those who he is convinced can't defend themselves.
Jun 4 2018, 06:45 PM
Lizzarkyth, specifically GotajkWEATHER:
Sunset and cloudyTIME:
24 years ago, the start of the end of the solitude, where all the refugees are coming in.CHARACTERS INVOLVED:
Lyuddmyrh and Hamid
Jun 1 2018, 07:09 PM
**Species:** Naga, humanoid snakekind
**Appearance:** Cofae is a rather dull snakekind. Her scales do not shine in the light, but they are a kind of dusty brown. Along her spine is a play of opalescent and light yellow diamonds, but these small diamonds are the only truly reflective scales she has. Her eyes are a yellow as well, and her hair has been described as very dirty blonde or lightest brown. Yes, she has hair. It only grows in a stripe in the “mohawk” space. She wears her hair in a long braid that falls thickly down the diamonds of her spine. Her nails are frequently filed down, but her pointer fingernails are sharpened “for self defense” purposes. She wears a casual, airy white top for modesty when dealing with outsiders. She is also often seen with a small flute attached to a cord she wears tied around her wrist or looped over her shoulder. Around her waist is a braided leather belt with a single pouch that contains a small journal and writing utensils. Where there are no scales, her skin shows as a dull copper brown, with white freckles frequently around the stray scales that aren’t distinctly part of her tail.
**Abilities:** Cofae is agile, after her own fashion, and though she doesn't swim well, plains country and dark caves are her sweet spots. She is quite well versed in protective hand-to-hand combat and is unafraid to use it. Other than that, she enjoys playing simple songs on her flute, though something more complicated is not always within her reach, as she is self-taught. Her letters, though, are a gift from her neighbor, and she is neat and accurate, even when copying letters she is unfamiliar with. In a magical sense, the best Cofae can do is summon a small orb of warm light about the size of her fist, so long as she is calm and concentrating.
**History:** Cofae grew up in the civilized underground where most Naga live, hearing stories from her parents about the surface-dwellers and how they shunned Naga. She never understood why people would do such, and has thus set herself the task of letting the rest of the Realms know how amazing Naga are, and though she has had a cold reception, there is still hope. She regularly keeps a journal, mainly to help her keep track of what works and what doesn't when interacting with other people.
**Personality:** Cofae is quiet and unobtrusive, and though she holds ideas of her own, she will quickly acquiesce in order to keep the peace. She is not prone to showing off, but does offer her help freely when a need is presented. When nervous, she tends to pace, a feat for someone with such a long tail.
Jun 1 2018, 07:07 PM
**Gender: ** Male
**Species: ** Ceis Avian
**Appearance: ** Hamid is an Avian whose plumage looks like a blue jay, with all the bright blue and bars involved. His straight hair is short to keep maintenance down to a minimum and is a startling blue to match his feathers. His stature is short, even for his family, and he only rises to about 5'3" when he tries. His skin is a very dark brown that only gets darker when he goes outside. He often wears bright scraps of cloth around his wrists to cover two black bars he doesn't like talking about, and his clothes are often made of clashing bits he's found during his travels, though he does have a set of loose brown leather armor he will wear when needed. These clothes are happily patch-worked together and contain the brightest scraps he's found from various cities stitched on top of a rather large robe he is constantly tying up with a plain rope to keep from tripping. Although his ears are pierced, Hamid no longer wears gaudy earrings, though an occasional small worked piece of metal can still be found on his person.
**Abilities:** Hamid has taken lessons abroad with knife handling, and although they aren't the easiest to carry, he is quite proficient with them, enough to experiment how his flight capabilities might help in a fight, though not enough to have mastered it. He is also surprisingly good at imitation, often fooling others who don't know about his vocal capabilities. His abilities in magic are limited to sensing the general properties of enchanted objects, and so he has attempted to compensate his perceived deficiency through his weapons practice. As a skill he has honed, Hamid has a deft hand, usually used in his knifeplay or some... unsavory hobbies of the past.
**History:** Hamid was a member of the Felnovian Avian population, so his theological roots aren't as strong as others. His parents instilled a strong sense of right and wrong which he still struggles to shake off today. When he was still young, he left home to find the ultimate inspiration. His first stop was an eye-opener. He fell quickly, and ended up resorting to thievery to survive, even if he despised his own actions. At one point, he was caught by the law and sentenced to serve one of his victims for an undisclosed amount of time. Also for an undisclosed reason, the black bands on his wrists appeared at some point within this time frame. Afterwards, Hamid has worked odd jobs and occasional begging to get by.
**Personality:** Overly drawn to shiny or bright things, and frequently open with others beyond what's normal, though there is more thought to his behavior than there used to be. He sticks to his ideas strongly, but quietly, as head on confrontation is not his strong suit. If someone disagrees with him, he'll state his view, and if they still "refuse to see sense" then he typically states it again and bows out, sometimes physically walking away from the conversation. He actually feels the need to frequently move, and his attention wanders, sometimes in mid sentence. This tends to get worse the more agitated he gets, as his personal coping mechanism is avoidance.