Hair color: Dark Auburn
Eye Color: Green
Height: Five feet, six inches
Status: Outcast (willing/no crime)
Weapon Proficiency: Long bow
Military Rank: Scout, Archer
Medical History:
-Scar: 4 inches long, left knee, obtained in youth after fall from tree, required 5 stitches
-Scar: right shoulder blade, 8 inches long, obtained in battle from human sword, required 17 stitches
-Scar: right side below rib cage, 3 inches long, obtained in battle from friendly fire, refused stitches
-Fracture: three ribs on left side, undisclosed origin
Past: The bowstring was drawn tight, arrow aligned perfectly to her sights, abdomen tight, breath held as she centered on her target. The release was silent, the sharp arrowhead sneaking under plated armor to find soft flesh. She could almost hear the rip of flesh as it drove through the anonymous human; the intense exhale the pain caused quickly filled her ears. Empty eyes met hers with a surprised twist to his features, a warm wave crashed over her, filling her chest with something akin to joy yet unable to rightfully determine. Her fingers twitched as the feeling began to flee; the need to plant another arrow was maddening. There would be no end to them, she could chase the high for as long as she had arrows and steady hands.
Humans had attempted to conquer the lands of the elves, and although they had failed in that respect, they succeeded in poisoning the minds the elven people. Valindra had known life before the war, times of peace and prosperity. It was not until later the humans led war marches against them. When she became of proper age she joined the cause to drive back the invaders, but after the war's end, after peace accords had been struck and humans were able to coexist in relative harmony with the native elven once more, Valindra still did not know how to not be a soldier, her formative years having been molded by conflict and death. Thoughts of battles past still held firm on her memory, the smell of human or elven blood would come back to her during the most innocent of times. A stranger had angered her over the mildest of slights while at the market, yet her first thought was how beautiful the stranger would look as her blade slowly slid between cracked ribs. Her home no longer felt safe.
Those found guilty of crimes were forced to survive in the wilderness until their time had been served and they were permitted to return, either to their community or another elven settlement. Although Valindra had committed no tangible crimes, she still demanded to be exiled, for life, in order to find peace and reconnect to the goddess of life. The counsel of her community debated for several days before reluctantly granting her exile. The remaining family of her grandmother and aunt held a funeral for her memory, all material possessions that she could not take with her were distributed among the community. For all intents and purposes, Valindra had passed on to the afterlife.
The elf had a simple routine every morning, pack up her small camp, nothing more than she could carry on her back, and make her way to the nearest area where she could view the sunrise. There she would set her pack aside, rest on her knees and meditate as the sun washed over the shadows of the forest and her life. The forest was always cold from the previous night, the chilled ground would cause her knees to ache as they pressed into it, the air would bite at her skin, the tips of her ears and ends of her fingers feeling the harshness of it, yet still she would sit still as stone. Eventually the sun's warmth would find her and kiss her skin, that was when she knew it was time to rise and begin her day.
Humans have recently begun capturing outcasts for slavery intents. Some elven are suspicious as to why the outcasts have disappeared but have done drawn the conclusion yet of slavery and some still see the outcast law as a viable option for criminals.
Valindra is captured and forced into slavery. YC is related to the person/people that bought her but is not the direct person that bought her (How YC is related is up to you). YC doesn't exactly agree with the new institution of slavery but takes a liking to Valindra. Eventually the two will lead a slave revolt. Everything after that is up to us.
If you have an idea I'm open to hearing it, I feel like this character is versatile and can fit into many story line ideas.
Astryia [As-tree-ah]
Female | Demigod | Immortal
Hair color: White
Eye Color: Sky blue
Height: Five, seven
Abilities: Generate lightening, control wind
Astryia was born of a brief affair between a mortal man and a goddess, yet when she was born high in the mountains that hovered above the mortal world, she was not permitted to stay. Only true gods and goddess may reside in the paradise. Her mother, the goddess of the sea and air, was forced by the pantheon leader to give up her child. Having no other choice, she sent Astryia to her father's home, where he already had a wife and other children. Her new step-mother did not care for the mistake child that stemmed from her husband's affair, goddess or not. When Astryia was old enough she was sent away to a school in the hills away from her home. Her education was modest, she managed to stay out of trouble for the most part by keeping her head down. Her true mother watched in agony as her child was mistreated by the mortals yet was unable to bring her into her arms. A deep depression consumed her and soon she retreated, locking herself away. Astryia's half-brother, the god Eos, was enraged by how crippled his mother became over a child she should have never been conceived. Eos soon found a way to exact revenge on his half-sister.
When she was 26 years old, Astryia fell in love with a married man. The affair was found out by the man's wife, who later prayed in the temple of Eos for help with her husband's adultery. Eos, being the god of mischief and revenge that he was, happily helped the wife. He placed a curse on Astryia, binding her soul to an ancient tree, thus exposing to the demigod her true origin. The tree grew larger and more beautiful, yet Astryia was forever trapped inside alone. Unbeknownst to Eos, he saved his half-sister with the ritual. Many years passed and Astryia was forgotten by all but her true mother and half-brother, who had promised his mother to release Astryia if she never spoke of her again. The god of war and fire, Aeris, grew tired with the amount of demigods that had been produced over the centuries, seeing them as nothing more than a blight on creation. Aeris slaughtered every demigod he could find, Astryia remained safely hidden in her tree. Eos said nothing of his half-sister, preferring her torment he carried out instead of a quick death.
Specification of the curse: permanently stuck at age 26, cannot drink when thirsty, cannot eat when hungry, can venture from her tree between midnight and first light.
An old god needs her blood to get into the realm of the Celestials since the portal will only open with the blood of a god and since she's a demigod, it still counts. It wouldn't open for the old god because the head of the pantheon basically 'changed the lock.' Unfortunately she's bound to the tree her half brother imprisoned her in. It can be broken by powerful magic but Eos would know and he would not be too happy on someone breaking his spells.
As for YC, there is a few things that could happen...
A.) He could be the old god
B.) He could be one of the Celestials
C.) He could be a mortal or another immortal
Aldahlia Ruvengard
Vampire | 27 standard years | Female Status: Princess in exile Personality: Prideful, vain, difficult with trust Hair color: Black Eye Color: Green Height: 5 feet, 7 inches History:
Aldahlia is the only surviving child of the late king and queen of Austio. When she was younger, her mother took her own life rather than live in the shame that her husband, the king, was bedding servants. Her father worked tirelessly to erase her memory, the queen's name was forbidden, her portraits removed, her name struck from record and eventually the kingdom forgot about the once loved lady of Ruvengard castle. When her father became ill, after Aldahlia was in her adult life, she only assumed his slowly dying body was overcome with guilt for what he had done to her mother. At his funeral she shed not a single tear. Her uncle assumed the title of Regent, king in all but name until Aldahlia was able to take a husband. She had planned on dragging out the process for as long as she could until she found herself at the center of an investigation into the death of her best friend, her cousin. In an effort to avoid the headman's axe, Aldahlia planned an escape to a neighboring country.
Aldahlia, heir to the throne of Austio, has been framed for the murder of her cousin. Because her cousin was head of a major nobility house, this is a charge of high treason and is punishable by death. Unable to prove her innocence beyond anything conjecture, she flees her homeland with the help of her handmaidens and one squire. Her plan is to see asylum in a neighboring kingdom. And naturally, nothing ever goes to plan and they end up stranded. Everything after that is up to us.
The Nairau are known for their tech abilities, being able to craft new tech from old parts and their seemingly natural understanding of engineering. Most of the galaxy's technology is based solely or in part on their own. Kaminya was able to secure herself employment with a company that transports cargo between planets as an on-board engineer, being able to leave her home world and see the galaxy while still enjoying her love of technology.
[Birth name unknown] | Alias</b>: Thirteen | Race: Human (modified) | Age: 26
Thirteen was human at one point but was now more machine than anything else. Bionic eyes, surgical implants to alter his DNA, muscle meshes for strength, bone infusions with nonmetallic alloy to reinforce them. In addition to inner body modifications, he is particularly fond of piercings and tattoos. Whatever he used to be, whatever his birth name used to be, was no longer.
Thirteen and Kay could be found arguing at a control panel in the lower part of the cargo transport ship. The circuits in the panel kept shorting out every few hours and because she was the on-board engineer, it was Kay's job to fix it. She had not enrolled or asked for Thirteen's help but once the bionic heard the Nairau curse loudly after having received a small shock to her hand, he came to investigate. The two had formed a playful friendship from the several transport runs they made together, otherwise an engineer and security would not have found a need to exchange words.
"You don't know what you're doing!"
"And you do?"
"I trained for this, was educated for this, and I could dismantle you in no time flat!"
"Dismantle me? Buy me dinner first, then we can talk."
"You're going to short circuit yourself if you don't stop."
"Then I'm lucky to be standing next to an educated Nairau engineer."
Kay muttered something in her own language that Thirteen's translator failed to pick up. "What was that, smart as-" he had started only to be cut off by a hard rock to the ship, both himself and Kay falling to the ground and sliding against the wall. Before either could speak again there were flashes of red and yellow, fire. There was a pealing screech farther down the corridor they were in, like the squeal of brakes against a high-speed rail. It was followed by a popping boom as the wall at the end of the long service corridor imploded, ripping away from the ship. Glass shattered as all the air was sucked from the ship, creating a wind tunnel into the vacuum of space. Sparks of silver flashed from broken wiring in the conduits above. A human crew member was screaming, their fingers scrabbling against the gunmetal plating as they were sucked down out the hole.
Thirteen had his arm wrapped around Kay, underneath her arms, as his other hand gripped the threshold of the service corridor that led to the main walkway of the ship. It was difficult to breath as the wind whipped passed their faces and precious oxygen was decompressing the ship. Thirteen could feel his grip becoming harder to maintain, the pull of the vacuum too much for even him. Suddenly there was a hand on his wrist pulling himself and Kay from the service corridor. Their savior was an ensign that managed to find an oxygen mask for himself. "Come on!" he shouted. More of the ship started to tear away as they were rocked again, falling to their knees as they tried to stand. The escape pods weren't far but it felt like miles.
Kay couldn't make sense of what was happening to her, fear and panic overtaking her. Thirteen took her by the forearm and pulled her along, holding onto the wall as they struggled up the walkway, away from the fire and vacuum. The ensign opened the escape pod door, screaming for them to hurry. It was easy for him to say, he wasn't gasping for breath. Thirteen managed to shove Kay inside before falling into the pod himself. The ensign slammed the door down then quickly turned around to start the controls. "Buckle in!" he shouted but Thirteen could only lay on the floor on the pod and hyperventilate.
A fireball ballooned in front of the escape pod door as two other crew members tried to reach the other pods, Kay cried out and punched the glass in response, throwing her body against it as she tried to reopen the door. Thirteen sat up and yanked her back before she could unlock the seals.
"Kay!" he shouted.
"Let me go! They're burning!"
It was too late. The escape pod had ejected, or tried to. Just as it was being spit out the ship bucked, dipping low before catapulting itself into a death spiral. The shuttle was clipped upon exit. Kay flew from Thirteen's hold, striking the other side of the shuttle. Then all was darkness. Silence, followed by blissful reprieve.
When Kay awoke, she was on the ground. It was soft and spongy, something akin to moss. Everything seemed to be cast in a strange, blue-lit shadow, except for an odd, flickering red light to her right. There was the unpleasant stench, a bit like burning rubber. She could hear crackles and snaps, like dry twigs breaking beneath a bonfire. A copper tang was thick on her tongue. When she exhaled her entire side exploded in agony, her lungs screaming.
"Kay!" she could hear Thirteen shouting following by creaks of metal from his footsteps. "Kay answer me!" he shouted again. "I'm here," she called but her voice was soft with pain, the words coming out in a whisper. Kay closed her eyes, shutting them against the burn in her throat. When she coughed a third time, Thirteen repeated her name, the tenor in his voice downright feverish. "Here," she called again, a little louder against the pain. She could hear Thirteen stop moving, begging her to say something again. "I'm here," she managed to speak again, relief washing over her as she heard Thirteen's labored breathing close by as he moved bits of debris from over her.
Kay heard a sigh of relief which was almost immediately replaced by an audible heave of panic when her body became visible, but she did not look at Thirteen, only the glistening shimmer of a million stars now that they were visible. If she were to die on a planet that her escape pod crash landed on, she would do it with the magnificent sky as her last sight.
Thirteen stared down at his friend, trying to understand what happened that caused such a large gash down her right side. He had been debating on if he should move her or not, but the loud pop of a new fire breaking out only a few feet from her head made the choice for him. "I'm so sorry, Kay," he muttered as he bent down to scoop his arms under her armpits, dragging her from the wreckage as she screamed the entire way. He laid her down in the sponge-like ground, doing his best to examine and clean her wound, but he was no doctor. "I-I need you to tell me what to do, Kay. Kay? Hey, wake up, please tell me what to do to help you," he begged, sitting on his knees next to her. "Where is Ensign Carpper?" Kay muttered. Thirteen could only shake his head. In truth he had found the ensign, with half of his head missing. Kay looked away from Thirteen after reading his face, turning her attention back to the stars, tears clouding her sight.
Honestly this story just kinda popped in my head, this was as far as I got. I thought it would be a fun starter post. If you're interested let me know where you could see this story going.
And if I'm lost in the worlds shadows
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Kadora
Species: Shadow Demon | Maturity: Adult | Abilities: Powers of shadow Can bend darkness to her will, is able to become a moveable plume of black mist, dark shadow tendrils are able to extend from her hands as if they were solid
Guardians and demons have been at each other's throats for control on the third plane for endless centuries. Whenever one side gained an upper hand, the other was swift in leveling the playing field once more. Kadora was once one of the endless horde of demons struggling for a foothold in the third plane. The Guardians were a self-righteous bunch, they made her skin crawl. Killing them or sabotaging their plans had become a form of art.
But there was one that didn't make her want to gag on her own bile. Their first few encounters were standard procedure, kill or be killed yet they always managed to escape one another or miss each other entirely. The first time they encountered one another alone, however, each one had a grin on their face that didn't spell murder. They fought, naturally, seeming to enjoy it thoroughly. When they were tired from fighting, they parted ways. That continued for quite some time, the two managed to find a way to get one another alone, fight, and leave. It was probably around the 300th time of meeting they did some fighting of another kind. This time, however, their coupling was not a secret. Kadora was found out, as was her Guardian. Back on her own side she had been sentenced to death, her erotic scuffle deemed a shame not even fit for her demonic kind.
By sheer dumb luck, Kadora was able to escape, fleeing into the third plane alone. What became of her lover is unknown. What her plans were are unknown.
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I'll use the light that comes to me from your halo
Kyra Erynore
Mage | 27 years old | Mage
Hair color: White
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5 ft, 6 in Medical history
Fracture: left arm, unknown origin
Scar: back of right hand, spell accident
Fracture: right ankle, trip on stairs
In the kingdom where the Erynore family owned a duchy, children with magical abilities are taken away to be taught at special institutions, regardless of status or wealth, often far from civilization with little to no contact with their families. Kyra's story is no different. She was taken from her family at age 6 due to her abilities. She was raised with the other children far from her home in the mountain fortress she was sent to.
Life in the remote stone prison was not as glamorous as the rest of the kingdom would believe. The education was more than enough, since all the tutors were also mages that knew no other life outside of the walls, but the guards were not to be trusted. Of course some were decent beings, but not all. It was difficult who to trust, one had to be careful what they said and who they said it around. Mages that were unable to control their powers or were a threat were "culled" by being forced to wear collars embedded with magical runes that prohibited their magical abilities. The result were humans that looked and behaved more like zombies.
Kyra knew she could not stay, which was why when she was selected to accompany the archmage to aid the kingdom's war effort on the front lines, she eagerly accepted and began to plan her escape.
