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Worry lanced Asphodel's heart, there would be no returning to Darkside now. Only time would divulge if he had made the correct choice, meager choice that it was. His other options had been bathing his home city in more blood than it had previously seen or losing the only soul that had ever truly cared for him. Selfishness led him here, to this place of pipe dreams and fragile promises.
Observing the group he'd been cast into has inclined him to believe that he was not the only one here under duress, but it was also exceedingly evident that some had elected to join this "Committee" of their own volition. Of course there was a chance that he has misinterpreted their mannerisms. It wouldn't do to underestimate this medley crew already, anyone could be wearing a guise to throw off the rest.
The wagon pitched and rolled as the centauress, Margot—according to her earlier introduction, led the oxen forward. Asphodel was forced to shift his stance and he took the opportunity to step into the light streaming through gaps in the wagon cover. He stood amidst the swirling dust motes kicked up from the toiling creatures ahead and greeted his new companions in a soft yet firm voice. "It seems only appropriate to introduce myself at this juncture; I would not want you to mistake me as an enemy if something were to occur before I have the chance to explain my presence." Asphodel turned his eyes towards each of his wagon-mates in a bid for unamity. "My name is Asphodel or if you prefer, Pho or Sig."
He'd subconsciously kept to the shadows until now. It was a habit of his to observe others before joining in any conversation—not out of shyness or some assassin related affliction, mind you. Asphodel merely prefers the comfort of being able to predict the reactions of those he engages with. It prevents wounded feelings and on the odd (decidedly not odd enough in Pho's opinion) occasion, it prevents violent backlash.
Asphodel did wonder if he should have revealed his race as it wasn't immediately obvious, but often enough the exposure of his mixed heritage resulted in discord. Prejudices were held by many and to assume otherwise could be fatal. Hence his polite and circumspect introduction.
Observing the group he'd been cast into has inclined him to believe that he was not the only one here under duress, but it was also exceedingly evident that some had elected to join this "Committee" of their own volition. Of course there was a chance that he has misinterpreted their mannerisms. It wouldn't do to underestimate this medley crew already, anyone could be wearing a guise to throw off the rest.
The wagon pitched and rolled as the centauress, Margot—according to her earlier introduction, led the oxen forward. Asphodel was forced to shift his stance and he took the opportunity to step into the light streaming through gaps in the wagon cover. He stood amidst the swirling dust motes kicked up from the toiling creatures ahead and greeted his new companions in a soft yet firm voice. "It seems only appropriate to introduce myself at this juncture; I would not want you to mistake me as an enemy if something were to occur before I have the chance to explain my presence." Asphodel turned his eyes towards each of his wagon-mates in a bid for unamity. "My name is Asphodel or if you prefer, Pho or Sig."
He'd subconsciously kept to the shadows until now. It was a habit of his to observe others before joining in any conversation—not out of shyness or some assassin related affliction, mind you. Asphodel merely prefers the comfort of being able to predict the reactions of those he engages with. It prevents wounded feelings and on the odd (decidedly not odd enough in Pho's opinion) occasion, it prevents violent backlash.
Asphodel did wonder if he should have revealed his race as it wasn't immediately obvious, but often enough the exposure of his mixed heritage resulted in discord. Prejudices were held by many and to assume otherwise could be fatal. Hence his polite and circumspect introduction.
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Crew Member
Full name: Eytelia Magnolistr'kh
Alias/Nicknames: Tee, Lia, Magnolia
Gender: Androgynous, Sex = Male, he/him or ze/zir
Species/Race/Breed: Quai, Aquuada
Birth Date: Jan. 1. 2637
Age: 93 yrs young
Last Known Residence: Pi Lum, Ang Rah Prime
Crew Position: Linguist
Allegiance/Alignment/Clan(s): NGR, GTG
Visual Identification
Height: 7'5
Weight: 202.3 lbs
Build: Thin, elegant, spidery limbs and extremities
Eye Color: pale silvery blue
Hair Color: muted periwinkle
Skin Tone/Color: ▆▆▆
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Glowing tattoo on forehead and chin. Web like markings of white and gold spanning zir torso and limbs. Multiple facial piercings. (will draw soon for ref)
Description: long pal
Social
Sexuality/Preference: Demisexual Homo-romantically inclined
Allies: Zyca, his sister. The rest are yet to be discovered.
Enemies: Only petty rivalries up till now.
Likes: cuddling, chats with his sister, studying, late night gallivants, flirting
Dislikes: confrontation, having the wrong or no answer, waking early, fizzy drinks
Hobbies: studying recent interests, experimenting with food (preferably at odd hours of the morning)
Personality: To put it simply, Eytelia is what many would refer to as a nerd. He would gladly study a day away or engage in intelligent conversations, but this is not the sum of his being. Eytelia is also very carefree and enjoys a good slumber party and watching dumb films. He is very affectionate and is no stranger to impulsive decisions. This relaxed attitude does not impede upon his work however, not many can claim to be as passionate and dedicated towards their profession as him.
Equipment
► Weapons: dagger & scythe
► Combat Attire: click the helmet is only worn when respiratory aid is needed or heavy combat is anticipated
► Accessories/Miscellaneous: a handful of tech gadgets with various uses and a pillow gifted from his sister some twenty years ago or so
Fighting Style
➣ [General/Preferred Style]: a self defense form of combat similar to Tai Chi
➣ [Weapon of Choice]: scythe, it's light weight and utilizes agility over strength
➣ [Special Abilities/Affinities]: excellent eyesight and mobility underwater
Psionic Path
Path of Dreamer: Aru'Edaph
☆ [Telepathic Linking]: To link minds with one or more persons. With significantly more effort a relay can be formed wherein each person can individually send their own thoughts to others linked.
☆ [Omnilingualism]: User can speak, write, understand and communicate in any language, including computer codes, languages they have never been heard before, sign language (even lip-reading), illegible words, and backwards speech and writing with little or no training. The user may even communicate with non-human animals or read body language.
Personal
Relationship Status: Single
Family: Upiorzyca (sister-alive, in frequent contact), Pytteris (mother-alive, in sporadic contact), Abji (father-deceased)
Known Languages: Quai Standard, Aquuada Standard, Ku'rhom Standard, Auroun Standard, Human Standard, Galactic standard, and many more
Personal History/Background:
His story starts in ennui; a simple life thrust into an even simpler city with no true purpose nor meaning. In the lay of temporary stays and monetized homes, the city of Pi Lum was no place for a restless youth with an intrepid heart. Eytelia could only bring himself to linger for two decades. Decades spent studying the languages of the universe and the artistry of space travel.
The next course he took was one of learning and fortuity. Eytelia studied under Kris'them, a master of telepathic psionics. He cultivated an understanding of politics, sciences, and self defense as well. When he gained notoriety and grew confident in his abilities, he left to join the NGR. However, it quickly became apparent that Eytelia did not belong there thus he abandoned the league and worked as a freelance translator for many years. A need for companionship and a more stable abode drove him to do what he'd never expected himself to do again. Aligning oneself with a faction—no matter its political leaning—is an invitation for imbroglio and grief best left stag.
Eytelia was of mixed heritage which was controversial in some circles and could lead to difficulties aboard a ship with a small crew forced to inhabit each other's space. He loved his grandfather dearly, but as a child he'd been prone to bouts of resentment for his involvement with another race and even now it was hard to repress foolish notions of asperity. It was a discrepancy he'd learned to accept and deal with however, and he had decided not to let any possible prejudice prevent him from happiness or pursuing his ambitions.
Full name: Eytelia Magnolistr'kh
Alias/Nicknames: Tee, Lia, Magnolia
Gender: Androgynous, Sex = Male, he/him or ze/zir
Species/Race/Breed: Quai, Aquuada
Birth Date: Jan. 1. 2637
Age: 93 yrs young
Last Known Residence: Pi Lum, Ang Rah Prime
Crew Position: Linguist
Allegiance/Alignment/Clan(s): NGR, GTG
Visual Identification
Height: 7'5
Weight: 202.3 lbs
Build: Thin, elegant, spidery limbs and extremities
Eye Color: pale silvery blue
Hair Color: muted periwinkle
Skin Tone/Color: ▆▆▆
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Glowing tattoo on forehead and chin. Web like markings of white and gold spanning zir torso and limbs. Multiple facial piercings. (will draw soon for ref)
Description: long pal
Social
Sexuality/Preference: Demisexual Homo-romantically inclined
Allies: Zyca, his sister. The rest are yet to be discovered.
Enemies: Only petty rivalries up till now.
Likes: cuddling, chats with his sister, studying, late night gallivants, flirting
Dislikes: confrontation, having the wrong or no answer, waking early, fizzy drinks
Hobbies: studying recent interests, experimenting with food (preferably at odd hours of the morning)
Personality: To put it simply, Eytelia is what many would refer to as a nerd. He would gladly study a day away or engage in intelligent conversations, but this is not the sum of his being. Eytelia is also very carefree and enjoys a good slumber party and watching dumb films. He is very affectionate and is no stranger to impulsive decisions. This relaxed attitude does not impede upon his work however, not many can claim to be as passionate and dedicated towards their profession as him.
Equipment
► Weapons: dagger & scythe
► Combat Attire: click the helmet is only worn when respiratory aid is needed or heavy combat is anticipated
► Accessories/Miscellaneous: a handful of tech gadgets with various uses and a pillow gifted from his sister some twenty years ago or so
Fighting Style
➣ [General/Preferred Style]: a self defense form of combat similar to Tai Chi
➣ [Weapon of Choice]: scythe, it's light weight and utilizes agility over strength
➣ [Special Abilities/Affinities]: excellent eyesight and mobility underwater
Psionic Path
Path of Dreamer: Aru'Edaph
☆ [Telepathic Linking]: To link minds with one or more persons. With significantly more effort a relay can be formed wherein each person can individually send their own thoughts to others linked.
☆ [Omnilingualism]: User can speak, write, understand and communicate in any language, including computer codes, languages they have never been heard before, sign language (even lip-reading), illegible words, and backwards speech and writing with little or no training. The user may even communicate with non-human animals or read body language.
Personal
Relationship Status: Single
Family: Upiorzyca (sister-alive, in frequent contact), Pytteris (mother-alive, in sporadic contact), Abji (father-deceased)
Known Languages: Quai Standard, Aquuada Standard, Ku'rhom Standard, Auroun Standard, Human Standard, Galactic standard, and many more
Personal History/Background:
His story starts in ennui; a simple life thrust into an even simpler city with no true purpose nor meaning. In the lay of temporary stays and monetized homes, the city of Pi Lum was no place for a restless youth with an intrepid heart. Eytelia could only bring himself to linger for two decades. Decades spent studying the languages of the universe and the artistry of space travel.
The next course he took was one of learning and fortuity. Eytelia studied under Kris'them, a master of telepathic psionics. He cultivated an understanding of politics, sciences, and self defense as well. When he gained notoriety and grew confident in his abilities, he left to join the NGR. However, it quickly became apparent that Eytelia did not belong there thus he abandoned the league and worked as a freelance translator for many years. A need for companionship and a more stable abode drove him to do what he'd never expected himself to do again. Aligning oneself with a faction—no matter its political leaning—is an invitation for imbroglio and grief best left stag.
Eytelia was of mixed heritage which was controversial in some circles and could lead to difficulties aboard a ship with a small crew forced to inhabit each other's space. He loved his grandfather dearly, but as a child he'd been prone to bouts of resentment for his involvement with another race and even now it was hard to repress foolish notions of asperity. It was a discrepancy he'd learned to accept and deal with however, and he had decided not to let any possible prejudice prevent him from happiness or pursuing his ambitions.
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vampdrow
assassin
drawn to sunlight
Birthed in muck and mire; from spider to tiger, he carries on with troubled mind yet lifted chin. The devil grips him now but not without end, his tongue has tasted too long of sin.
assassin
drawn to sunlight
Birthed in muck and mire; from spider to tiger, he carries on with troubled mind yet lifted chin. The devil grips him now but not without end, his tongue has tasted too long of sin.
PROFILE
INTERACTIONS :
LOCATION: Wagon One
IC
INTERACTIONS :
LOCATION: Wagon One
IC
How does one assert innocence after presenting oneself dubiously? Asphodel pondered his options, tongue sliding across the back of his teeth in a nervous habit. The metallic tang of blood chased his doleful thoughts. Once again he'd made things awkward out of his own blundering nature, so defensive in manner yet pure in intentions. He will have to aim for honesty and hope that such earnest is rewarded.
Regarding the pretty satyr with powdered Tourmaline for hair, Asphodel spoke. "I did not wish to sound threatening, it only just occurred to me that my silence until now could lead to confusion upon my introduction." The words tasted full and unwieldy in his mouth but he continued to ramble. "I am very much pleased to meet you as well and I hope I haven't spoiled our relations alrea-ah, thank you."
Asphodel further expressed his gratitude with a slight bow before sitting in the space offered by Virian. He glanced first at the satyr's cloven hooves then to Margot's. His eyes traveled up her magnificent form before settling upon her face. He'd rarely seen centaurs and other races of the The Wilds in Darkside. It took him a moment before he realized that his gaze was treading into perilous territory. He shook himself then nodded respectfully. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Margot was it? It is certainly valiant of you to choose this path for yourself."
Maybe his companions truly would prove to be worthy of trust and allegiance. Insofar they were depicting an image of kindness and civility, which compared to his haunts back home was an egregious and noteworthy happenstance. It could only do good to make friends at this juncture.
Regarding the pretty satyr with powdered Tourmaline for hair, Asphodel spoke. "I did not wish to sound threatening, it only just occurred to me that my silence until now could lead to confusion upon my introduction." The words tasted full and unwieldy in his mouth but he continued to ramble. "I am very much pleased to meet you as well and I hope I haven't spoiled our relations alrea-ah, thank you."
Asphodel further expressed his gratitude with a slight bow before sitting in the space offered by Virian. He glanced first at the satyr's cloven hooves then to Margot's. His eyes traveled up her magnificent form before settling upon her face. He'd rarely seen centaurs and other races of the The Wilds in Darkside. It took him a moment before he realized that his gaze was treading into perilous territory. He shook himself then nodded respectfully. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Margot was it? It is certainly valiant of you to choose this path for yourself."
Maybe his companions truly would prove to be worthy of trust and allegiance. Insofar they were depicting an image of kindness and civility, which compared to his haunts back home was an egregious and noteworthy happenstance. It could only do good to make friends at this juncture.
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Crew Member
Full name: Eytelia Magnolistr'kh
Alias/Nicknames: Tee, Lia, Magnolia
Gender: Androgynous, Sex = Male, he/him or ze/zir
Species/Race/Breed: Quai, Aquuada
Birth Date: Jan. 1. 2637
Age: 93 yrs young
Last Known Residence: Pi Lum, Ang Rah Prime
Crew Position: Linguist
Allegiance/Alignment/Clan(s): NGR, GTG
Visual Identification
Height: 7'5
Weight: 202.3 lbs
Build: Thin, elegant, spidery limbs and extremities
Eye Color: pale silvery blue
Hair Color: muted periwinkle
Skin Tone/Color: ▆▆▆
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Glowing tattoo on forehead and chin. Web like markings of white and gold spanning zir torso and limbs. Multiple facial piercings. (will draw soon for ref)
Description: long pal
Social
Sexuality/Preference: Demisexual Homo-romantically inclined
Allies: Zyca, his sister. The rest are yet to be discovered.
Enemies: Only petty rivalries up till now.
Likes: cuddling, chats with his sister, studying, late night gallivants, flirting
Dislikes: confrontation, having the wrong or no answer, waking early, fizzy drinks
Hobbies: studying recent interests, experimenting with food (preferably at odd hours of the morning)
Personality: To put it simply, Eytelia is what many would refer to as a nerd. He would gladly study a day away or engage in intelligent conversations, but this is not the sum of his being. Eytelia is also very carefree and enjoys a good slumber party and watching dumb films. He is very affectionate and is no stranger to impulsive decisions. This relaxed attitude does not impede upon his work however, not many can claim to be as passionate and dedicated towards their profession as him.
Equipment
► Weapons: dagger & scythe
► Combat Attire: click the helmet is only worn when respiratory aid is needed or heavy combat is anticipated
► Accessories/Miscellaneous: a handful of tech gadgets with various uses and a pillow gifted from his sister some twenty years ago or so
Fighting Style
➣ [General/Preferred Style]: a self defense form of combat similar to Tai Chi
➣ [Weapon of Choice]: scythe, it's light weight and utilizes agility over strength
➣ [Special Abilities/Affinities]: excellent eyesight and mobility underwater
Psionic Path
Path of Dreamer: Aru'Edaph
☆ [Telepathic Linking]: To link minds with one or more persons. With significantly more effort a relay can be formed wherein each person can individually send their own thoughts to others linked.
☆ [Omnilingualism]: User can speak, write, understand and communicate in any language, including computer codes, languages they have never been heard before, sign language (even lip-reading), illegible words, and backwards speech and writing with little or no training. The user may even communicate with non-human animals or read body language.
Personal
Relationship Status: Single
Family: Upiorzyca (sister-alive, in frequent contact), Pytteris (mother-alive, in sporadic contact), Abji (father-deceased)
Known Languages: Quai Standard, Aquuada Standard, Ku'rhom Standard, Auroun Standard, Human Standard, Galactic standard, and many more
Personal History/Background:
His story starts in ennui; a simple life thrust into an even simpler city with no true purpose nor meaning. In the lay of temporary stays and monetized homes, the city of Pi Lum was no place for a restless youth with an intrepid heart. Eytelia could only bring himself to linger for two decades. Decades spent studying the languages of the universe and the artistry of space travel.
The next course he took was one of learning and fortuity. Eytelia studied under Kris'them, a master of telepathic psionics. He cultivated an understanding of politics, sciences, and self defense as well. When he gained notoriety and grew confident in his abilities, he left to join the NGR. However, it quickly became apparent that Eytelia did not belong there thus he abandoned the league and worked as a freelance translator for many years. A need for companionship and a more stable abode drove him to do what he'd never expected himself to do again. Aligning oneself with a faction—no matter its political leaning—is an invitation for imbroglio and grief best left stag.
Eytelia was of mixed heritage which was controversial in some circles and could lead to difficulties aboard a ship with a small crew forced to inhabit each other's space. He loved his grandfather dearly, but as a child he'd been prone to bouts of resentment for his involvement with another race and even now it was hard to repress foolish notions of asperity. It was a discrepancy he'd learned to accept and deal with however, and he had decided not to let any possible prejudice prevent him from happiness or pursuing his ambitions.
Full name: Eytelia Magnolistr'kh
Alias/Nicknames: Tee, Lia, Magnolia
Gender: Androgynous, Sex = Male, he/him or ze/zir
Species/Race/Breed: Quai, Aquuada
Birth Date: Jan. 1. 2637
Age: 93 yrs young
Last Known Residence: Pi Lum, Ang Rah Prime
Crew Position: Linguist
Allegiance/Alignment/Clan(s): NGR, GTG
Visual Identification
Height: 7'5
Weight: 202.3 lbs
Build: Thin, elegant, spidery limbs and extremities
Eye Color: pale silvery blue
Hair Color: muted periwinkle
Skin Tone/Color: ▆▆▆
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Glowing tattoo on forehead and chin. Web like markings of white and gold spanning zir torso and limbs. Multiple facial piercings. (will draw soon for ref)
Description: long pal
Social
Sexuality/Preference: Demisexual Homo-romantically inclined
Allies: Zyca, his sister. The rest are yet to be discovered.
Enemies: Only petty rivalries up till now.
Likes: cuddling, chats with his sister, studying, late night gallivants, flirting
Dislikes: confrontation, having the wrong or no answer, waking early, fizzy drinks
Hobbies: studying recent interests, experimenting with food (preferably at odd hours of the morning)
Personality: To put it simply, Eytelia is what many would refer to as a nerd. He would gladly study a day away or engage in intelligent conversations, but this is not the sum of his being. Eytelia is also very carefree and enjoys a good slumber party and watching dumb films. He is very affectionate and is no stranger to impulsive decisions. This relaxed attitude does not impede upon his work however, not many can claim to be as passionate and dedicated towards their profession as him.
Equipment
► Weapons: dagger & scythe
► Combat Attire: click the helmet is only worn when respiratory aid is needed or heavy combat is anticipated
► Accessories/Miscellaneous: a handful of tech gadgets with various uses and a pillow gifted from his sister some twenty years ago or so
Fighting Style
➣ [General/Preferred Style]: a self defense form of combat similar to Tai Chi
➣ [Weapon of Choice]: scythe, it's light weight and utilizes agility over strength
➣ [Special Abilities/Affinities]: excellent eyesight and mobility underwater
Psionic Path
Path of Dreamer: Aru'Edaph
☆ [Telepathic Linking]: To link minds with one or more persons. With significantly more effort a relay can be formed wherein each person can individually send their own thoughts to others linked.
☆ [Omnilingualism]: User can speak, write, understand and communicate in any language, including computer codes, languages they have never been heard before, sign language (even lip-reading), illegible words, and backwards speech and writing with little or no training. The user may even communicate with non-human animals or read body language.
Personal
Relationship Status: Single
Family: Upiorzyca (sister-alive, in frequent contact), Pytteris (mother-alive, in sporadic contact), Abji (father-deceased)
Known Languages: Quai Standard, Aquuada Standard, Ku'rhom Standard, Auroun Standard, Human Standard, Galactic standard, and many more
Personal History/Background:
His story starts in ennui; a simple life thrust into an even simpler city with no true purpose nor meaning. In the lay of temporary stays and monetized homes, the city of Pi Lum was no place for a restless youth with an intrepid heart. Eytelia could only bring himself to linger for two decades. Decades spent studying the languages of the universe and the artistry of space travel.
The next course he took was one of learning and fortuity. Eytelia studied under Kris'them, a master of telepathic psionics. He cultivated an understanding of politics, sciences, and self defense as well. When he gained notoriety and grew confident in his abilities, he left to join the NGR. However, it quickly became apparent that Eytelia did not belong there thus he abandoned the league and worked as a freelance translator for many years. A need for companionship and a more stable abode drove him to do what he'd never expected himself to do again. Aligning oneself with a faction—no matter its political leaning—is an invitation for imbroglio and grief best left stag.
Eytelia was of mixed heritage which was controversial in some circles and could lead to difficulties aboard a ship with a small crew forced to inhabit each other's space. He loved his grandfather dearly, but as a child he'd been prone to bouts of resentment for his involvement with another race and even now it was hard to repress foolish notions of asperity. It was a discrepancy he'd learned to accept and deal with however, and he had decided not to let any possible prejudice prevent him from happiness or pursuing his ambitions.
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Eytelia Grassig
Nicknames: Lia, Tee, Magnolia
Pronunciation: I-TEAL-ee-AH GRAS-sig
Gender: Agender (ze, zir or he, him)
Race: Aquuada/Quai
Pronunciation: I-TEAL-ee-AH GRAS-sig
Gender: Agender (ze, zir or he, him)
Race: Aquuada/Quai
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Lounging in the canvas woven seat beneath him, Eytelia sprawled with all the grace of a Zydrosi thrust on land for the first time. His long limbs draped listlessly over the broad arms as he cocked his head towards the much more populated dining area. Interaction was still slim between the new crew members, a given considering how recently they'd departed their cryo chambers. The novelty of their current employment had not worn off yet and it was entirely possible that it wouldn't for quite some time.
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a language devotee.
still wondering at stars.
*:・ﾟ Eytelia Magnolistr'kh. ❜ ⁘✧
Mentions: Rek'Sai ⁘ Temk 52 ⁘
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everyone in the dining areaMentions: Rek'Sai ⁘ Temk 52 ⁘
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*:・ﾟ Lounging in the canvas woven seat beneath him, Eytelia sprawled with all the grace of a Zydrosi thrust on land for the first time. His long limbs draped listlessly over the broad arms as he cocked his head towards the much more populated dining area. Interaction was still slim between the new crew members, a given considering how recently they'd departed their cryo chambers. The novelty of their current employment had not worn off yet and it was entirely possible that it wouldn't for quite some time.
Rek'Sai, their captain, sat alone as she ate what looked like a simple morning meal or rather a soup or whatever those blended beverage-like foods were called. According to her profile she was skilled in psionic combat as well as physical, she had a proficient knowledge of language—at least in the eyes of some higher power, and expectedly enough she was younger than him. Eytelia appraised her tall and toned form. She had obviously put a lot of effort into her self care regimen to accrue such musculature as a Ku'Rhom. Dedication... he could appreciate that in a leader.
His view was interrupted with the arrival of a fairly presumptuous comrade. It was always the subservient or over-familiar ones that approached the highest chain of command first. Temy? Temk? Ah, yes; Temk 52 began eating their meal as they engaged Rek'Sai in conversation. Some might be bothered by the rippling of fabric and skin that was exhibited, but Eytelia had seen much worse. Beings with rancid flesh and jaws the size of a Ku'rhom's leg that tore into buildings and swallowed civilians whole, still haunted his dreams some nights. It was a sight he'd not yet come to terms with but he wasn't any stranger to, well, the strange.
A few more crew members made headway, filling the dining area with more body heat and awkward tension than he could tolerate. Eytelia is a people person—he has to be with his job—but avoiding other people's stilted first meetings is a preferred over attempting to intermesh with a wavering team still acquainting themselves with their space-legs along with their new comrades.
Sweeping his long legs in a dramatically grand gesture, Eytelia rose to his feet and slunk his way over to the growing crowd. He flicked his slender fingers at the comrades he passed and smirked widely. He didn't speak a word, letting his countenance do the talking for him. It was always fun to let people make their own assumptions and then see how he measured up to them over time. With that delectable notion in mind, he exited the room.
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Name: Iklori Tirdrun
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Orientation: Graysexual Panromantic
Appearance: Floppy reddish blond hair hangs in Ilkori's face. His tawny skin is marred by numerous scars and dotted with moles. He bares a persistent flush across his cheeks and ears. Ilkori stands a grand 5'5 tall. He is lanky, yet capable of holding his own. His arms are strengthened from walking the halls with stacks of heavy books in hand and his legs are sturdy from stealthy hikes.
physiology info
Health Ailments: vitamin B12 deficiency
Mental Health Illness: Panic Disorder
Medications: none.
Allergies: pollen
about iklori
A Fancy, Nerdy boi:
Personality:
Iklori, Iklori, he's a conundrum. So passive with his family but a stubborn fool in the presence of others. The man is passionate about his studies and roaming the outside, but has no affinity for politics much to his parents' displeasure. In conversation he is energetic and can be quite the handful to manage but on his own he is often reserved and quiet. Iklori adapts well to his surroundings, will refuse to change out of pure stubbornness at times.
Likes: Sweet Beverages | Green Foliage | Long Walks | Baked Goods | Whistling | Dogs | Talking Nerdy | Dreams | Puzzles | Peaceful Debates | Friendly Banter
Dislikes: Tea | Extreme Climates | Politics | Snootiness | Staying Still | Family |Insects (with long or multiple legs) | Damp Grass
Biography: Born into a long line of elite scholars who never get their hands dirty, Iklori wanted nothing more than to go out and explore, to study his interests in person rather than by book. The opportunity arose when talk of a lost city re-birthed became all the rage in scholarly circles. Iklori's parents were inclined to hire a group to do the grunt work but he convinced them otherwise. He appealed to their discriminate senses, claiming that hired goons wouldn't know how to extract or handle important artifacts properly.
They resisted for a great length of time and used every manipulative tool in their kit to keep him in their grasp. Ilkori's past was unearthed as his parents threw his fears into his face. He'd been kidnapped! They roared and shook. Of course they weren't so much worried for their son as they were for their name. It wouldn't do to have their sole inheritor kidnapped more than once--the scars he bore already were enough to turn any suitors away.
Ilkori resisted his instinctual submission to his parents and dread of unknown persons, and for the very first time told his parents what he would do with his life. They were stunned into compliance. It was arranged however, for Ilkori to have a bodyguard. One of those phoenix gene carriers. Ilkori didn't mind too much, he was free!
relationships
Bodyguard : Lauchlan Caileanach
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Name: Esoteric, Eso, etc.
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a little more in depth:
I am a writer who relishes metaphors and imagery, there will be no formulaic writing in my posts. Rarely do I find myself committing grave mistakes, but I am not yet a graduate of literature so please forgive me for any grammatical sins. I'm an artist for pleasure and I only wine and dine with cats (I'm asexual). I'm not opposed to smut although when things do get heated--they're more vanilla rather than spicy. Obviously this only applies to Redstars like myself. I am not a furry, but I am okay with playing full beasts, shifters, halfbreeds, aliens, etc. Males, particularly of the androgynous type, are my primary characters, but I will play others for side characters.
If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I'm patient. Excruciatingly so. Adventures are best served slow, with tea and cake; romance should be treated like a clay pot, etch the initial design on its surface then stick it in an oven and watch it take shape; and most of all, no drama is applauded if it only holds your attention for a moment. In lesser words: crazy big-grow-them-as-you-go-plots, slow burn or gen relationships, and detailed expansive drama are my style of rps.
I'm exclusively LGBT+ in romance driven plots. I may consider mxf for side characters.
Pairings◝ ... original
ﻬsoccer player° x military vet ★★★
Yaogui x Huli jing ★★☆
ﻬsingle parent° x bachelor ★★★
grad student x cafe worker ★☆☆
Pairings◝ ... fandom
Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham ★★★
Carlton Lassiter x Shawn Spencer ★☆☆
Tyrell Wellick x Elliot Alderson ★☆☆
Plots◝ ... wip
index : ★'s = level of interest﹁ ﻬname° = my preferred mc﹁
Interested?◝ ...
✎ write a small blurb about yourself and comment here, feel free to send me a pm as well
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LOWER RIGHT "KEY'LUM" IS CLICKABLE
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KEY'LUM
GENERAL
APPEARANCE: A man of relatively short stature, Key'lum stands with the limber ease of an artist trained in the acrobatic crafts. His dark coppery skin stretches over lean muscles and freckles upon his back. Livid green eyes peer from charcoal framed lids, their intensity matched by his strong nose and full lips. In contrast--his hair spouts a smoky white against the backdrop of his complexion. Key'lum adorns himself with dazzling and often gaudy pieces of fabric and jewelry that appear rich in design, but truly only in heart.Height: 5'3
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair: Short, Frayed White Bowl-cut
BIRTH DATE: July 5th
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual Homoromantic
PERSONALITY
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❉LIKES & ※DISLIKES
❉ Dancing ❉ Bearing Skin ❉ Heat ❉ Teas & Coffees ❉ Tall People ❉※ Drama ※ Ointment ※ Lectures ※ Righteousness ※ Pickles ※
BACKSTORY
Lower Class, dirt poor, mama was a seamstress and papa was a John. unruly Little brother. randomly got power at the age of seven
POWERS&AUGMENTS
MYSTIC ▪ Stitches in space ✄ Key'lum has the ability to create portals by using a pair of scissors to physically cut into the fabric of space. He can then sew back together holes he has opened, with a needle and incorporeal thread.
.¸¸﹥weaknesses ﹥ needs scissors (or a similar sharp object) to open portals and needs a needle to close them.
.¸¸﹥time, it can take up to three minutes to open or close a portal, length varies on the size of the portal
.¸¸﹥requires acute focus, one slip can lead to undesirable distortions
& Force Field Manipulation (small)
Technical Augmentations: cheap
Glow: a gold tinted white
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Gentle he fares. Walking light and breathing soft. His fingers are deadly yet his heart won't rot. A shadow dancer!
Gentle he fares. Walking light and breathing soft. His fingers are deadly yet his heart won't rot. A shadow dancer!
Gentle he fares. Walking light and breathing soft. His fingers are deadly yet his heart won't rot. A shadow dancer!
Gentle he fares. Walking light and breathing soft. His fingers are deadly yet his heart won't rot. A shadow dancer!
Gentle he fares. Walking light and breathing soft. His fingers are deadly yet his heart won't rot. A shadow dancer!
Gentle he fares. Walking light and breathing soft. His fingers are deadly yet his heart won't rot. A shadow dancer!
Gentle he fares. Walking light and breathing soft. His fingers are deadly yet his heart won't rot. A shadow dancer!
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Such kindness Virian exuded. So ready to listen and learn, yet devoid of any naivety that is normally aligned with altruism. The slim hand presented to him struck a chord in Asphodel as he pondered the satyr's response. Was he truly glad to meet him? Or was he merely being courteous?
Further commentary from Virian plucked the knot tangling his thoughts and he reconciled himself with the present. The air weighed grisly with morning cold, only serving to further awaken him. With a violent start he realized he hadn't taken the satyr's hand. Asphodel quickly thrust his hand out to amend this, but came to a stuttering halt when it became apparent that it was awkwardly late to respond. Air jetted his from his lungs and his shoulders sank as he plunged into the murky waters of disappointment.
Aphodel's eyes flicked up when Virian mentioned the drafting. He peered at Margot as his posture straightened, embarrassment forgotten as curiosity got the better of him. How much did the drafters know about each draftee's circumstances? It was a question that prickled at his mind constantly. Everyone has secrets and Asphodel just so happened to have a slew of them. It would perpetuate their suspicions if he asked an audacious question like that, thus he stayed quiet.
The comely succubus who had remained silent for some time now, finally spoke up in response to Virian's additional query. Her body language read as reserved and slightly hesitant, but her voice was clear despite the low tone used. It was audible that she truly did not know who or what humans were. Had she been kept in a cage her entire life? Or were the youth nowadays uneducated in the history of the epidemic?
"Humans. They are the rats of Perspice, the host and the parasite all in one. Breeding havoc and playing God whenever they choose to do so." he said with a hiss. "I know they are out there. Such vulgarity never dies."
Asphodel prided himself in his tolerance and open mind, but humans. They were creatures he would not need to be coerced into killing. Unless, of course, they were children. No child should be held accountable for their parents' sins, he was living proof of that. It led only to misery and a life spent causing more strife--one that could've been different with the right guidance.
He slid his leather clad feet forward and shrugged. "I would rejoice in proof of this opinion being mistaken, however. Hope is a fickle yet precious notion."
Further commentary from Virian plucked the knot tangling his thoughts and he reconciled himself with the present. The air weighed grisly with morning cold, only serving to further awaken him. With a violent start he realized he hadn't taken the satyr's hand. Asphodel quickly thrust his hand out to amend this, but came to a stuttering halt when it became apparent that it was awkwardly late to respond. Air jetted his from his lungs and his shoulders sank as he plunged into the murky waters of disappointment.
Aphodel's eyes flicked up when Virian mentioned the drafting. He peered at Margot as his posture straightened, embarrassment forgotten as curiosity got the better of him. How much did the drafters know about each draftee's circumstances? It was a question that prickled at his mind constantly. Everyone has secrets and Asphodel just so happened to have a slew of them. It would perpetuate their suspicions if he asked an audacious question like that, thus he stayed quiet.
The comely succubus who had remained silent for some time now, finally spoke up in response to Virian's additional query. Her body language read as reserved and slightly hesitant, but her voice was clear despite the low tone used. It was audible that she truly did not know who or what humans were. Had she been kept in a cage her entire life? Or were the youth nowadays uneducated in the history of the epidemic?
"Humans. They are the rats of Perspice, the host and the parasite all in one. Breeding havoc and playing God whenever they choose to do so." he said with a hiss. "I know they are out there. Such vulgarity never dies."
Asphodel prided himself in his tolerance and open mind, but humans. They were creatures he would not need to be coerced into killing. Unless, of course, they were children. No child should be held accountable for their parents' sins, he was living proof of that. It led only to misery and a life spent causing more strife--one that could've been different with the right guidance.
He slid his leather clad feet forward and shrugged. "I would rejoice in proof of this opinion being mistaken, however. Hope is a fickle yet precious notion."
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