History: Kyoko is the only child of a fox spirit and a human. She's spent most of her life hidden away from other people, as her mother (human) thought she would be in danger. Kyoko doesnt really know her father. She has vague memories of her father from when she was very little but none from later on. He was a beautiful golden, long haired man in beautiful flowing robes.
When she turned 16, her mother became very ill. Kyoko, worried, went to a nearby village to fetch help. Once the villagers saw her ears and tail, they called the priest, who in turn, found a Mythical Beast merchant. He overpowered Kyoko and drugged her, binding and gagging her, bringing her to the bazaar. Here she has been spending her days, depressed and scared.
Personality: Kyoko used to be a bubbly girl, always energetic and full of curiosity. Her mother had trouble keeping her still to teach her the basic skills a girl would need. Kyoko would rather be outside, running, climbing trees, etc. That was until she discovered books . Once Kyoko could read, you couldnt get her face out of a book. She would read every book in the house, cover to cover, it didnt matter what the contents were.
After she was captured, Kyoko became a shell of herself. She never made an expression besides fear or sadness. She cannot see males without cringing and hiding in her cage.
Online availability depends entirely on what is going on in life. I have a kindergartener, a baby on the way, and I'm the spouse to an officer, meaning without me, the house becomes a fallout warzone. On top of all of that, I write for work as well as for fun...so work tends to come first.
Writing Levels
Intermediate
Adept
Advanced
Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
Male
Female
Primarily Prefer Female
Genres
Fantasy and Sci-Fi are my two major favorites. However, I tend to be quite the picky player. I prefer an RP with a great deal of development...the world, the lore, everything. And for those GMs looking for help with lore, I love to world build!
Not sure if you're still accepting characters or not, but here's a couple I'd like to play here. I'll also be bringing in an NPC based off of the history of the first char.
Name: Yshani Le'ra Ashatur Age: Approx 163 YRS Race: Nymph Role: MBD (to be) Appearance: Upon taking up a more humanistic appearance, the only thing left of Yshani's original appearance is her mane of white curls, rising from her head in a flaming array of silken white, a single ponytail of sorts rising from the back of her head, held by gold bands, to cascade to her waist, unseen. Her pale complexion fits well with the white curls that frame her elegant, angular face. Upon that face are eyes as bright a purple as the star nebulae in the night sky, her pupils ringed with silver. Her body is nimble, lean muscles decorating every strong bone. Each ear, pointed slightly much like an elf - though the point curves in a downward motion - is pierced. The right ear is pierced three times, the left five - both containing hoops in the lobe, both with two shimmering gem studs, the left containing a chain that connects two three other piercings, each one allowing that chain to lengthen and dangle from the ear. Her body is small and petite, almost, her chest showing the effects of womanhood, if only just. Her nails are long and elegant, and her right wrist is adorned with a slave bracelet. This bracelet is made of five gold chains wrapped around the wrist loosely, held together by five turqoise beads, a single small chain wrapping around her middle finger to finish the mark of slavery. On each foot are anklets built of metal loops connected by chains, a single emerald in the center. Much like the slave bracelet, the anklets wrap around her second toe to allow the full chain to show, once more marking her.
Upon taking up her original form, Yshani's ankles are covered with foliage from whatever grows around her. Her nails grow out into claws. And her eyes are swallowed by a deep onyx color hinted with violet, no white left. In this form, she is considered the Slave and the Beast. Some would consider her dangerous; others might not know what to think of her. But when she takes up this appearance, it only means one thing: the inner power has been tapped. That can easily be noticed by the aura of sizzling air around her body; at least, sizzling is what it sounds like...
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 84 lb
Hair Color: White/Silver
Eye Color: Nebula Purple/Silver
Body Type: Very lithe, lean muscled shape that, if human, would be considered nothing but skin and bone
History: This story will not be a happy one...but many stories with happy endings do not have happy beginnings...
"Mamisa?" The small whisper of a child echoed in the shadows of the nymph adobe deep within the Southern Yrian Wood (a small forest on the southern tip of the Eden continent). She peeked around the corner where her mother and father lay on the floor face down. Slowly, she stepped in, closer and closer, before arriving where they lay, rolling over first her mother, then her father. By this time, she spotted their eyes, dead and glazed staring into the spaces of Death.
Yshani, no older than ten (around 3 or 4 in Nymph years), stepped back, crystaline tears filling her dark eyes. There were no marks on their bodies. No bruises. No cuts...just death. Written all over their faces.
The Ashatur family lived secluded in this small wood, known only by one small tribe of their kind, yet holding no obligations to anyone. So when the two parents of Yshani died, the little nymph was to be left alone. But no matter...
As she continued to back away into the shadows, staring at her beloved Mamisa and Papona, she had no idea what lurked in the shadows behind her. A man who called the shadows...a man who could kill little Yshani with a single blow. But this man did not do this...oh no...he had much more...profitable things in mind. Taking her her up as she began to scream, this stranger wrapped little Yshani in a blanket of Darkness...where she would stay for the next century, sleeping...waiting...
Out of the cocoon nearly a century later, Yshani was nearly full grown. Her body was flawless, her power...fiery. She was pierced and branded, bonded by the chains of slavery, the only visible bonds those on her wrist and ankles. Yet her burden lurked far in the shadows.
She never spoke, not a word for the next ten years. Instead, she hid and ran, trying all the ways she knew to break free of the curse that had befallen her. To no avail. But her words would come when a human man had stumbled into the Yrian Wood, blooded and bruised from a raging fight for his village. So close to death was he that when Yshani came across him, he begged with weezing breaths for her help.
Stunned, Yshani slowly came to him, acting more like a curious animal than any humanoid. After all, she'd never met a human. But she would soon learn...
"Please......beautiful spirit...let...me...live." His breaths became ragged as blood covered his hands, which held fast to his side. He would die if she didn't do something.
So Yshani ran...ran and ran at amazing speeds...to get some water and healing herbs only found in the area. How she knew this language he spoke, she did not know. Nor did she care. This was her first interaction in a century...and she wanted to make it last. Back to him she was in a flash, lifting his head gently and giving him some water before placing it, asking for a small patch of moss to grow in a whispered tone. It did so, pillowing the strange man's head as she lifted his hands and began to tear the strange armor, which was nothing more than worn down leather and a few missplaced metal studs, and the shirt beneath it, revealing a gash that ran along his side, at least two inches deep.
He wept at that point, praying in his strange (strange to her, that is) tongue not to pass out. She paused, staring at him much like a cat would, curious and aloof. Then, placing a clawed finger on his lips, she made a gentle, "Shhhhh," the first sound she'd made in years. Then, Yshani cared for him, placing herbs and leaves on this cut, watching as it quickly healed to a more manageable point. After that, she tore enough fabric from his stained shirt and tied it around his waist to keep the cut relatively closed.
"Thank you," he said...then he was out.
She sat there for a night and half a day before he woke again. By that time, he was able to stand and walk. She motioned for him to stand as she did. He did so, slowly, groaning and clutching his side. Then, together, they walked to a small oasis within the wood. There, she would finish helping him heal. After that, only time would complete the full process.
This strange man was so afraid to leave that he ended up staying with Yshani. From her movements and motions, he was able to learn how to survive. How to hunt and scavenge. In turn, he taught her how to fight...which only lasted a day before she ran away from him in fear.
War scared her. Fighting scared her. Naturally, she was a skittish creature. And the man, who became known as Connart, searched for her in apology, promising he would never do it again. Finally, she spoke...only a word...but more than she'd done for over a century. "Promise..." The word was foreign to her lips, making her smile slightly. He, in turn, smiled, reaching out to her.
"Promise," he said again, allowing her to reach for his hand and take it.
Slowly, she came from her perch in a tree. Then, she ran again, this time to play. They'd done this many times already, and he immediately followed.
Another month passed by, and Connart finally asked about the bands on her wrist and ankles. She went silent, completely and utterly, thinking hard about it, but not remembering how she had them. But at the same time, she felt that disturbing presence watching her. He didn't ask again...fearing that she wouldn't come out of hiding.
For another ten or so years, Connart would live with Yshani. Together, they would learn. She would teach him how to be one with the world, and he, in turn, taught her how to be human. Her eyes slowly changed to a bright purple laced with silver, with whites and a pupil instead of a single, whole color. She began to speak in his tongue, learning, and loving. Every moment was precious. And soon, they became a mated pair.
Upon that moment, though, the stranger that killed Yshani's parents and taken her captive reappeared in the night. With him came fire. Fire that tore down the entire Yrian wood. She woke, and began to run, fear ripping through her. But as she did so, she grabbed the hand of her beloved human, only to realize that he lay there, his eyes staring at Death just as she's seen in her parents.
The memories tore through her, and Yshani collapsed, crying out, her entire being going back to its original state. Her dark eyes stared up watching as the stranger came from the shadows with a malevolent smile.
"Yshani," he said in a deep voice, triggering something inside her that locked her in place, "You should have known better...mating when you are enslaved. Only I may have you..." His finger traced her cheek, piercing her skin as it went. "Now you will pay...to never forget your place."
The cut instantly healed on her flesh, but the pain forever remained. From then on, she would never forget that she was not her own being. She was owned...captive...lost in slavery. And for the remainder of her years, up until now, she has wandered, running from war and remaining as often as she can in the shadows of the trees, once more becoming that animal she was before. She knows not where she finds herself, nor does she really care. For home is lost...and now she knows that it can never be found again...at least, that's what she believes.
Personality: If one were to classify her alignment to D&D standards, she would be considered chaotic good. Like most nymphs, Yshani is a solitary creature, only acting uncharacteristically in the fact that she is oftentimes territorial due to her hate of feeling captive. She is a like a cat, mischievous and playful, not quite knowing when enough is enough. Human is not really a word she understands, thus she does not know quite how to act it. Yet in all her time alive, she has come to understand what looking human means. And slowly, as she ages through her long years, she will learn how to act human again. However, because she has lived alone most of her life, visted only once every five or so years by her "Master," her solitary, territorial attitude will be very hard, indeed, to expunge. Only time will tell if the slave can become the master...
Yshani can oftentimes be found talking in strange tongues around her, as if caught in her own little world. When she does this, animals seem to be drawn to her by some invisible force. Especially cats (of any sort), birds, wolves, and dragons (particularly Vuk).
Likes:
Freedom
Running/Climbing/Jumping
Wildlife (including all animals/plantlife)
Dancing/Music
Rain/Waterfalls
Positive Encouragement/Attention
Dislikes:
War
Captivity/Being Bound
Fire/Lighting (that's more like a fear)
Feeling Lost
Authority
People in her territory
Name: Cantavuk Age: Approx 900 YRS Race: Epidote Dragon - The ShapShifter Role: Mythical Beast/MBD Appearance: Vuk, being a rare and fantastic breed of dragon that has the ability to take on another form other than his own (these forms can be any mammal save humanoid), has two forms - dragon and wolf.
In his dragon form, Vuk is massive, standing relatively at 40 feet tall, 80 feet long (from tip to tail), with a wingspan of just over 70 feet across. His body seems to glow with the strange, swirling colors of a dark epidote gemstone, his scales a gleaming black darker than the night sky, broken up by glowing swirls of golden green. His body is all bulk, with a narrow belly and rough, stone-like scales. Muscles ripple beneath those scales with a power that could never be explained. His face is possibly the most decieving thing about him, hard and thick, appearing almost evil in the way it is built. From a fine tip, Vuk's head spreads wide, ending with two massive pairs of horns, the top pair dipping before curving out and stretching almost 10 feet out, the bottom pair half stretching in an upward curve only half that length. His pointed chin juts out like a spear tip towards the ground, and his nostrils are pointed sideways and back like spines. Across his spine as well as on his joints are specially pointed scales that curve out and upward like spines, giving him an even tougher look. But if you look at his glowing green-gold eyes, you'll see kindness and clemency.
In wolf form, Vuk is a black and silver wolf whose coat shimmers with a hint of glowing green. Standing at just over 6 feet tall (at the shoulder), 12 feet long (from tip to tail), and weighing at just over 700 pounds, Vuk is twice the size and nearly four times the weight of the standard timber wolf. His fur, though appearing slightly coarse, is softer than a rabbit's fur and thicker than a down comforter. His face appears almost menacing, much like in his dragon form, but his eyes gleam with gentleness. The most admirable feature, in fact, are his eyes, gleaming that same golden green instead of blue or amber.
History: Hatched in the very center of the Serana Forest too early for his life to mean anything, Vuk was marked for wolfhood from the very beginning. Because of the nature of Epidote dragons, he was left by his parents not long after he left the shell, forced to fend for himself. But something was different about Vuk...for he could not shift into the other form. He could feel the wolf side of him wanting to come out, but for some reason, he could not take the shape destined for him.
For over 700 years, Vuk lived in the torture of not being able to change...not having a purpose like most other dragons. He had nothing to live for, no one to love. But upon the moment of Yshani's birth, Vuk knew. He knew there was something out there to live for.
How did he know? On the morning the nymph was born so far away from where he was, Vuk turned into a wolf. From that moment, on, he searched for the one that released him. The one that was his master and savior. Perhaps he was the only Epidote that required such to take both forms...but he had never met another Epidote.
What was even stranger about his connection to Yshani was that he sensed when she was distressed...and he panicked when she was taken. He searched harder...for a century, he would search...to no avail. And after a century, he sensed her again...he knew this time he would find her.
He did. In the Yrian Wood, he found the one that unlocked his other half. But he left her alone, for she was with a human. And he would leave her with that human until it was time...he would know the time to come out. So once again, he lived without purpose.
At least until now...now, he will make his promise. Now, he will take Yshani as his master. He will save her just as she had saved him.
And then, perhaps they can war against those who bring slavery to those who should be free.
Personality: Contavuk is a truly gentle soul with a heart of gold, mostly a lawful good type personality. He is generous and faithful to those that show kindness and mercy. He believes in the power of nature as well as how important all creatures are to the world. However, push the wrong buttons, and the nature of the Epidote will rise from within, and he will show the power of the dragon and wolf.
Vuk is an extremely intelligent creature, able to speak in almost any tongue. The most powerful tongue he can speak in, however, is Nature's Tongue, allowing him to understand the sounds of the wind, the earth...everything around him. This allows him to understand Yshani with perfect clarity, as Nature's Tongue is the tongue she speaks. He also has a minor breath weapon of gas that can spread as far out as 20 feet from him and 15 feet across, paralyzing and blinding those caught in the cloud for a short period of time. This can only be performed in his dragon form.
Likes:
Flying
Running
Howling
Wildlife/Nature
Moonlight
Dislikes:
Negativity
Misuse of Authority
Solitariness
Those who break the laws of Nature
Captivity
Death/Destruction without means
**The Epidote Dragon is a creature of Partheus created by me in all ways. If there is a problem in how Vuk is, let me know, and I will save him and Yshani for something else. Thank you.**
Age:
183 - Years lived.
18 - Appearance Physically.
Race:
Siren
Role:
Mystical beast
Appearance:
History:
Thousands of years ago, Sirens fell when their wings were plucked, forcing them into the ocean. From creatures of feathers and the skies they became creatures of the ocean, bound to the watery environment. They adapted to their banished grounds and the singing predators became feared for their voices. This is what Calianthe is. She was raised within the ocean depths, surrounded by those of her kind her whole life. Taught how to make prey of sailors and drag others to the depths of her dwelling, she like all her gained was taught to hunt these people, making the humans fear the ocean. For many years of her life, she enjoyed the task, entrancing them with her singing before luring them into the ocean. It was all she knew and she stood by it the whole time.
However, there was a time that Calianthe took to the land. Her hands slipping from the water before she stood with human feet upon the beach. She entered the unfamiliar realm with curiousity and that itself was her mistake. The human language was confusing, rarely used within her own society and sounds were the base of their communication. So when she was approached by humans, not within the right setting to use her normal method of killing them she was simply unable to do a thing. It was clear she was not mortal by the webbed hands that had yet to fade and the string of deep sea pearls joined to her hair, wrists and ankles.
So, she ran at the first sign of mortals.
For three weeks she was able to avoid being noticed but at the same time she avoided the ocean since many mortals lived near the quickest route to her home. So, she was stuck. During the days she hid she picked up on many words, learning them in case they would ever become necessary for her survival. There was a possibility she would need to play the role of a mortal to escape detection. However, three weeks was her limit.
She was later caught and dragged off to a place she herself could not name. Calianthe struggled in hopes of escape but it became futile once they realised that by forcing her to her natural form she was unable to move upon land. Kept in this state the whole time she was kept within a tank to destroy any possibility of escape, since it would take time for her to take to her land form. Eventually she met with her 'seller' and even despite her lack of knowledge on the language, she lost some of her belief in a miracle of her escape.
Personality:
Calianthe is generally just curious about everything she meets or witnesses. Having kept herself to the oceans for years of her life, things of land are new and everything new has to be investigated. Still, she contains hatred for most land based creatures, meaning anything that naturally walks on two feet and does not change form. This is due to them capturing her and taking her chances to escape back to her ocean dwelling home. However, she has never presented any anger strong enough to harm anyone although it is something she will do.
She is in no way shy nor quiet, simply unable to understand a lot of things or situations she is presented with. If not able to reply within a language someone knows she will imitate actions or use her singing ability to create sounds to respond. First impressions are considered highly by her since she bases everyone she meets directly of the first few minutes she witnesses them. Rarely will her views change. She has a deep love for aquatic animals, pearls and flowers. Calianthe hates the colour orange and dislikes people ignoring her.
