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Abigail Langdon
Female/21/Human
Jeweler/Smith


Biodata

  • Appearance
    Facial Structure & Features→ Heart Shaped, High cheekbone, sharp, high bridged nose. Thick Eyebrows.
    Hair Colour & Length → Waist length, pink.
    Eye colour & Shape → Almond, purplish blue irises.
    Height & Weight → 5’6”, 130 lbs.
    Physique → Average height, rectangular board torso. Toned and lean.
    Skin Tone → Milky beige.

    Personality
    Mild tempered. It is hard to imagine her angry, or sad. Happy or irritated. She always has a small smile on her face. Her calm demeanor might be interpreted incorrectly as apathy, but she simply does not feel the need to rise to her extreme emotions, preferring to keep them in check. It saves energy.

    Well mannered. Due to her upbringing, it was drilled into her to always be respectful to her superiors and seniors. Naturally amicable, she hardly disagrees with others.

    Pushover. She finds it hard to say no to others. However, she has a knack of procrastinating the things she does not want to do, or create excuses to not come through with her "Yes."

    History
    She lead a really normal life, up until the eclipse, really. Though A hardworker in school, she could barely maintain being averagely marked in all subjects other than the practical ones. That, she excels. She could always be found in the workshop, crafting one thing or the other. She was even hired by fashion and drama students to create some inexpensive props. That was cool.
    Her parents doted on her, being their only girl. Her older brothers were overprotective of her, so she had never dated. Not even once in her 22 years of living.


  • Practical Skills - More TBA during RP.
    Crafting. A hobby she picked up, that turned into her major, her fingers are deft enough that she is able to craft whatever she puts her mind on, as long as it has nothing to do with technology, that is.


    Magical Abilities - TBA during RP.
    Almost a passive ability, she is able to recognise the different types of ores and materials.



  • Motivation
    She loves sparkly things and hopes that one day, she would be able to own her own workshop. She loves to create, and to be very hands on with her work, as a highly kinesthetic person. Plus, if her jewelry collection takes off, she would be able to be rich.





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Wahshy/Thazeen

He/She | 50
Warrior - Witch

Appearance
As a human male, Wahshy was taller than most. He stood at 6'7" and towered over other males. Years in the sun contributed to his dark skin. And his daily practice contributed to his muscly form. He kept his dark hair cropped and short, hating it to be any length longer than his nape. His wardrobe only have white shirts, which he loved to unbutton and loosely fitted dark pants.

The female orc, who calls herself Thazeen, was the opposite of her male self. She was of a normal human height, at 5'6". While his face was angular, hers was softer. While he preferred simplicity, Thazeen loved to dress herself up. Her wardrobe consists of different materials and styles of clothing, often opting for clothes that would accencuate her curves.




Personality

Despite his looks, Wahshy is gentle. He dislikes arguments, and is a lover of all cute animals. A little bit of a loner, Wahshy does not socialise a lot. He is highly dedicated to practicing and honing his abilities on a daily basis. He is polite with everyone, and tries not to do step out of his line.

Thazeen meanwhile, is a highly sociable person. She loves to be at the scene of a commotion, and at times aggravate situations. A cheeky and petty girl, she is quick to use spells on those she dislikes. She is very childish.



History
Family
Wahshy's mother, Maria, Lived with the nomadic tribe of the plains. While no one could say that she was beautiful at first glance, her looks tend to grow on them after a while. Her radiance shone through her kindness towards others. Everyone agreed that Maria was enchanting. Many loved and adored her.

As she grew older, she attracted more attention. Almost on a daily basis, she would receive confessions of love. Some even proposed to her. Many a time would she find her caravan filled with gifts from suitors.

However, she had made clear of her free spirit. She did not wish to be tied down. And everyone accepted that she belonged only to herself. She was too much like nature, untameable. No man would want such a wife.

Thus, her marriage to Sanson shocked everyone. Without any rhyme or reason, she decided to leave her tribe. Soon as she felt ready to settle down, she met Sanson. Although it was only by chance, the two fell in love quite quickly. When he proposed, she readily agreed and prepared to move to the village.

Life could not get any happier for her. She walked on cloud nine every day she spent with him. They filled what the other lacked, and pushed themselves to be better. They were undeniably perfect for each other.

However, their happiness was short lived. A year into their marriage, The ruins of {ins name} appeared near their village. Without much choice, all men who could fight went into the tower. Sanson did not excuse himself. Together with the rest of them, he entered the dangerous tower, aware of the risk that awaited them.

For five days and nights, Maria prayed for his safety. But her prayers were not answered. What came instead, was a band of orcs that pillaged the village. They forced the women to serve them. They tainted them with their seeds laughed at their misery. They were subjected to vile and depraved activities for a week before a group of hunters from Azuriko arrived and eradicated the orcs.
They came too late. Bruised and battered, some of the women were driven to end their lives. They could no longer find the will to live. Some left the village, in hopes of starting anew. But Maria and a few others opted to stay. Too many beautiful memories were made. And they could not leave them behind.
Childhood.

Wahshy spent the early part of his childhood in bed. Plagued by high fevers, nobody expected him to survive. Human halflings hardly survived the age of five. He constantly battled with his illness. And given the chance, he would play outside. He had a strong will to live. He dreamed of being a strong warrior, just like the stories of men his mother sang to him.

When he turned five and survived, he began to believe in the impossible. He pushed his body to its limit, and spent as much time outside as possible. He refused to be in bed unless his fever rendered him useless. He fought his illness every single step of the way.

Things worsened when he neared the age of seven. His fever came more frequent, and it was worse every single time. Despite his struggles, he could hardly even lift himself out of bed. Maria began to fear her son's life. He would not stop screaming a week into the battle. He'd scream until he passed out, then get jolted awake, and screamed again.

His human body could not contain the magical energy he possessed. With no way to let it out, it was burning him from the inside out. Physically, he had no trace of being a halfling. With a full human body, he could not even imagine to hold it all in.

But all hope was not lost. The dormant orc blood in him, had unknowingly, been absorbing the magical energy part in him, which allowed him to sustain his life all these years. It had been thriving on his energy. With his life now at stake, the orcish blood decided to show itself. The change was physical. First, his skin turned green. Hair sprouted from his scalp, and his facial features turned softer and more feminine. His form also made the necessary changes to accomodate the more petite body.

The pain of change was so excrutiating, he screamed for days on end. It kept him up at night. And there was no rest for him. Every single moment was excruciating. He had no reprieve.

His only comfort was that his mother stayed by his side all throughout. She did her best to make himself as comfortable as possible. She stayed as strong as she could. All while holding her breath, afraid of what was to come.

When he completed his change, the room turned chaotic. A strong gust of wind entered the room, knocking things around him. It happened for a few minutes before he finally passed out, having exhausted his magical energy. Maria gasped at the sight in front of her. And tears gathered in her eyes. She burst into tears not moments after. And hugged the sleeping boy. Well, a girl. A young female orc. She did not know what happened, but she was thankful. The transformation had saved her child.

From that moment on, Wahshy possessed two forms; a male human, and a female orc.





Abilities

Physical Abilities
While Wahshy is rather strong physically, Thazeen is weak. She may be an orc, but she does not have the physical perks of an orc. Her body can be penetrated as easily as any human being.
Wahshy was one who'd train his body, till he was strong enough to pick up a boulder. He was obsessed with strength and physical activities, thanks to his childhood. And because of that, he pushed his body a lot.
His strength is rather comparable to warrior of the Abenaki clan. While he is not as durable as an orc, he possessed a similar skin trait, though at a much lesser one; i.e, a knife may not do damage to him, but a sword or dagger will.
Magical Abilities
Being a human, Wahshy possesses no magical abilities. However, Thazeen does. And while her magic is versatile in nature, she is more inclined towards hexes and curses.
List of Spells



Inventory

War Axe - Wahshy's war axe is sprite infused. He won this in a tournament when he was journeying through Isturis. When activated, it will release a crescent slash. This slash can cause tremendous harm to its surroundings.(within 5kms) It is only able to release it three times in a scene. And, the downtime is around 3 turns. However, he hardly uses it due to the harm it can cause.

Sword - Made by a master smith from his village. It was a gift on his 20th birthday.


Grimoire - Thazeen found the Grimoire by chance as she passed an antique shop in Azuriko, this is when she got really interested in Hexes and Curses.

Staff - More for decoration than anything else for Thazeen. A vain person, she bought it to make herself feel more like a witch.



Relationships

TBA


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"W-well, I think that they will make a great BL Pair!"
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Tsukasa Mimiko

Basic
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Genre: Historical Fiction, Fantasy, Adventure, Isekai, Tragedy, Shounen, Shounen Ai (BL), Wuxia, Xianxia
Attitude
Likes (Atleast 3):
BL Shipping - As a closeted fujoshi, Mimi oftens pairs and ships male friends together, and ponders on their top/bottom dynamic. She gets excited when "bromance" scenes unfold in front of her, and has a tendency to let her imagination run wild. She secretly runs a yaoi doujinshi blog.

Reading - A nerd to the core, she will always be found with a book in hand, be it novels, mangas, or light novels.She takes reading seriously, her books are always heavily tabbed, highlighted, and underlined for reviews.

Tragic Stories - She is obsessed with dark, tragic stories, labeling them her guilty pleasure. They can easily make her cry and she loves that.

Gossips - While she does not actively participate in gossips, she loves to keep up to date with whatever is going on around her, and thus she'd listen to gossips and follow the school's gossip page.

Dislikes (Atleast 3):
insects - Hates them. She'd scream bloody murder if she sees them.

Disturbance - Particulary, she dislikes it when someone disturbs her reading time. As someone who gets immerse in her stories, she gets irritable when her concentration is being taken away from her.

Sports - She lacks the stamina to play sports, and abhors anything that has to do with physical activities. She'd still participate though.

Dropped mangas/manhwas - She absolutely detests when a manga is being dropped, especially if she is emotionally invested in them.
Fear(s) - More tba during RP:
Being outed as a fujoshi - Being a closeted Fujoshi, she fears that she will be ridiculed and disliked for her hobby, thus keeping it to herself.

Dream:
Mimiko has a dream to become a renowned author, and hopes to one day publish a historical fiction shounen ai light novel, one that is mixed with tragedy.
Background
History
Mimiko had a boring, normal life, with normal middle class parents. Quite close knitted, she grew up loved, and being the only child, her father dotes on her, whilst her mother was moderately strict.
Due to that, she began to search for fun and adventure in books, where she lived the lives of the characters. Having a vivid imagination, she found thrill in the fictional world.


 
Felipa

IM Fell English SC

“Do you know what they call you, your Highness? The Puppet Empress. It's fitting for a lowborn, yes?”
“I am fully aware that I lack the power to be anything but. However, I do not know where your bravery comes from, for I can still punish you for your insolence.”
— A conversation excerpt between the Empress and a countryside countess.
Name: Annaliese Ravensteer, Empress of Findara
Age: 23 Years Old
Nationality: Findarian
Family Crest & Creed:
“Fear not of death, for rebirth has been foreordained.
Fear not of the unknown, for its secrets are meant to be uncovered.”
Appearance: While she could not be considered beautiful, Annaliese was known for her sense of fashion. Aware of her best assets, her wardrobe had been painstakingly curated to only pieces that would flatter her form. Standing at 5'8", she towered over most women, naturally attracting attention, albeit negative for the most part.

Personality: Despite being a lowborn, she was full of pride. She refused to be insulted. While it may seem as though she was but a spoilt child throwing a tantrum, she would not allow anyone who slandered her background or her mother to leave the conversation scot-free. She was not afraid of using her title to punish others.

And while she may have a calm exterior, she was not to be trifled with as she can be quite malicious, especially to those who overstepped their boundaries.

She was calculative, and was courteous when needed, a smile always plastered to her face as she navigated her way around the cut throat world of the nobles.

Education: She was well versed in the feminine arts, as per the demand of being a royal. While she did not learn world politics, or commerce, she was well read when it comes to music and art, and was quite fluent in a few foreign languages. She possessed a deep knowledge of the different cultures around her, and thus have the ability to courteously receive foreign guests of the Empire.

Background: Anastasia was working as a prostitute when she encountered the lustful emperor of Findara. Enamoured by her enchanting laughter, Roman Ravensteer did all he could to posess her. He frequented the brother she worked in, and showered her with gifts, until she agreed to be his mistress. She struggled to survive in the court, often having to use the Emperor's power to quell those who stood against her, and empower those who stood with her.

Two years after she became the mistress, Annaliese was born. As soon as Annaliese could speak, she taught her daughter everything she could to best her adversaries, apart from the compulsory education.

As the only princess, and having no claim to political power, she was mostly left alone. Her existence had no value to the power hungry nobles, though she was ostracized by those in her age group due to her blood. As she grew older, she learnt how to wield the power behind her title of the Emperor's beloved princess on them.