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Name: Juan
Age: 17
Species: Human
Homeworld: Kallibah
Faction: Jedi
Position: Padawan
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 58kg
Physical Characteristics: Small, lightly built, athletic rather than strong, blue eyes, black shoulder-length hair
Strenghts: lightsaber, agility, intuition
Weaknesses: no memory, tendency to sink into himself and take no notice of surroundings, claustrophobic
Force Strenghts: Danger Sense
Background: Unknown. Vague feelings of a trapped feeling. He does not know the following, though they are in the databases: he was always, and still is, the quiet observer, excelling by observation. He made few if any friends but seemed content to be a loner. He was born on the planet Kalibah, an outerterritory planet and was a slave there until a pilot bought him when he was ten. Jedi heard of his innate intuition and recruited him at twelve where he became a padawan. He and his master, Ja’von, were on a mission when they returned early, Ja’von seemingly unhurt but Juan with a crushed leg, a head injury and no memory of his past.
Rps in: Battle for the Stars
Age: 17
Species: Human
Homeworld: Kallibah
Faction: Jedi
Position: Padawan
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 58kg
Physical Characteristics: Small, lightly built, athletic rather than strong, blue eyes, black shoulder-length hair
Strenghts: lightsaber, agility, intuition
Weaknesses: no memory, tendency to sink into himself and take no notice of surroundings, claustrophobic
Force Strenghts: Danger Sense
Background: Unknown. Vague feelings of a trapped feeling. He does not know the following, though they are in the databases: he was always, and still is, the quiet observer, excelling by observation. He made few if any friends but seemed content to be a loner. He was born on the planet Kalibah, an outerterritory planet and was a slave there until a pilot bought him when he was ten. Jedi heard of his innate intuition and recruited him at twelve where he became a padawan. He and his master, Ja’von, were on a mission when they returned early, Ja’von seemingly unhurt but Juan with a crushed leg, a head injury and no memory of his past.
Rps in: Battle for the Stars
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Name: Kirari aka Kiyotaka
Nickname: Ki
Gender: Female
Age: 19 but passes as a 16 year old
Appearance: Black well kept hair that is about chest length and always pulled back into a pony-tail.
Hazel eyes.
Shorter than most guys but tall for a girl. She dresses as a man in order to be a member of the Shinsengumi. Wears the hakamas of a swordsman and, when off duty, just a plain off-white kimono but when on duty she, of course, wears the bright blue and white kimono.
Fears: To be discovered. If that were to happen, she knew, she would be forced to commit seppuku.
Ambitions:
Personality: A relatively happy person, she can be taken to moods of depression, however. When she draws her sword, however, she intends it to draw blood. If she doesn't intend to draw blood she never draws it.
Strengths: Swordsmanship: She is extremely adept at her swordsmanship and it has gained her quite a reputation.
Weaknesses: ??? - could change, undecided yet
Her love for one of the members of the Shinsengumi.
Past: For many years Kirari lived with her elder brother. She didn't remember her parents and her brother refused to speak of them. Her brother had hired out his sword for petty jobs, mostly just uneventful escorts in order to feed the two of them. Kirari had just tagged along most of the times, except when he believed it was too dangerous, then she would be forced to stay behind. During this time, her brother taught her swordsmanship skills in order to defend herself while her brother was away. It was one of the times she was told to stay behind that he didn't come back. She had recieved no word from the one's who had hired him but it soon became obvious that he wasn't coming back. She had continued training with the sword by herself.
One day during one of the few times when she was in town, she was asked by a woman of noble birth to escort her somewhere for coin. Naturally Kirari agreed. At this stage she wasn't hiding her sex, however the woman (and thus Kirari) was attacked on the journey by two men. Kirari killed one and was called a demon boy by the other before he fled. She figured it was because of the masculine way she dressed, and she wasn't exactly clean. Thus she started taking on the identity of a guy and started hiring out like her brother was.
Her reputation as a fierce swordsman spread, but along with her famous sword skills was her famous modesty. It became known that the ronin known only as Kiyotaka was very shy when it came to bathing and the like and would only do so in private or not at all.
Word of her skills spread to the shinsengumi and, interested, requested if she would be interested in joining. Seeing a chance for food and shelter she took up the offer and has been working there since.
Present: She has been threatened into killing someone named Shugeru by a mysterious stranger on threat that her best friend and secret lover would be killed.
RPs in: Mistaken Identities
Nickname: Ki
Gender: Female
Age: 19 but passes as a 16 year old
Appearance: Black well kept hair that is about chest length and always pulled back into a pony-tail.
Hazel eyes.
Shorter than most guys but tall for a girl. She dresses as a man in order to be a member of the Shinsengumi. Wears the hakamas of a swordsman and, when off duty, just a plain off-white kimono but when on duty she, of course, wears the bright blue and white kimono.
Fears: To be discovered. If that were to happen, she knew, she would be forced to commit seppuku.
Ambitions:
Personality: A relatively happy person, she can be taken to moods of depression, however. When she draws her sword, however, she intends it to draw blood. If she doesn't intend to draw blood she never draws it.
Strengths: Swordsmanship: She is extremely adept at her swordsmanship and it has gained her quite a reputation.
Weaknesses: ??? - could change, undecided yet
Her love for one of the members of the Shinsengumi.
Past: For many years Kirari lived with her elder brother. She didn't remember her parents and her brother refused to speak of them. Her brother had hired out his sword for petty jobs, mostly just uneventful escorts in order to feed the two of them. Kirari had just tagged along most of the times, except when he believed it was too dangerous, then she would be forced to stay behind. During this time, her brother taught her swordsmanship skills in order to defend herself while her brother was away. It was one of the times she was told to stay behind that he didn't come back. She had recieved no word from the one's who had hired him but it soon became obvious that he wasn't coming back. She had continued training with the sword by herself.
One day during one of the few times when she was in town, she was asked by a woman of noble birth to escort her somewhere for coin. Naturally Kirari agreed. At this stage she wasn't hiding her sex, however the woman (and thus Kirari) was attacked on the journey by two men. Kirari killed one and was called a demon boy by the other before he fled. She figured it was because of the masculine way she dressed, and she wasn't exactly clean. Thus she started taking on the identity of a guy and started hiring out like her brother was.
Her reputation as a fierce swordsman spread, but along with her famous sword skills was her famous modesty. It became known that the ronin known only as Kiyotaka was very shy when it came to bathing and the like and would only do so in private or not at all.
Word of her skills spread to the shinsengumi and, interested, requested if she would be interested in joining. Seeing a chance for food and shelter she took up the offer and has been working there since.
Present: She has been threatened into killing someone named Shugeru by a mysterious stranger on threat that her best friend and secret lover would be killed.
RPs in: Mistaken Identities
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Full Name: Aenarion
Name meaning(s): N/A
Nickname(s): N/A
Gender: Male
Species: Aolani Clan
Age: 22 (but youthful in appearance)
Height: 170cm
Build: mostly slim, though the muscles on his back are well formed from flying. While he is slim he does not appear weak as his muscles are still well formed, just not huge (cause that's ugly)
Birthday: 22nd April
Blood type: AB-
Hair Colour: A dark golden blonde that is so long it reaches his waist (a real pain when flying). It also falls down over his right eye, covering it and the scars there from view, except if the wind blows or something.
Eye Colour: His right eye is a pale milky colour and blind, while his left is a deep dark sapphire coloured blue.
Status: Single
Sexuality: Unknown, it is not something he thinks about. He finds both men and women attractive (if they are) but does not think in a sexual way.
Like(s): Strong winds, loyalty, loves his brother and will do anything for him, the village elders who watched over he and his brother when left alone, peace
Dislike(s): disloyalty, fighting
Fear(s): Loosing his temper and thus himself (explained in further detail later), loosing his brother
Theme Song(s): Angel, by Within temptaion
Personality: Aenarion is a trusting person, too trusting for his own good really. He is kind and caring and hates conflict of any kind and as such he will avoid it at all costs. He is fiercely protective of his younger brother and will sacrifice all for him. Because he is a trusting person he expects others to be just as trusting and to be as loyal as he is and cannot (or will not) understand why not everyone is like that.
Enemies: He doesn't have any specific enemies but he is hunting for the 'friend' who betrayed him and his other friends. He still does not consider this one to be an enemy, he merely wishes to know why he did this, though whether that is all that transpires if/when they meet is unknown.
EXTRA: This information is information that can not be known by other characters IC unless told ICly
Abilities: Duel Swordsmanship: While Aenarion does not like to fight he is not ignorant and understands that there are times when fighting is nessesary and as such he is best with two long swords. Both have long but some what thin blades and as such, no matter Aenarion's own skill, if they were to bloke a blow from a thicker and stronger blade they would break.
Dodge: Aenarion preferes to dodge and avoid attacks rather than fully face them. This is the strategy he uses most often, prefering to wear down his opponent rather than actually fight.
Berserker: It is rare that Aenarion will lose his temper but when he does he tends to lose himself and become little more than a blood thirsty killing machine. When he comes back to himself he has no memory of what has gone before and is merely left with the horror mutilated corpses and blood on himself. Thus he fears this 'ability' and calls it a curse and to counter it has learnt meditation and other calming effects and now rarely loses his temper.
Weaknesses: As with all love, it can make you strong and it can make you weak and the same can be said for the love Aenarion holds for his younger brother. Also the fact that he is too trusting is often a weakness but again, it could be a strength as it could entice people to trust him more than they otherwise would. He also has no wish to understand things he doesnt agree with. His lust for revenge against his former friend will often blind him from seeing the bigger picture when such a mood comes on him.
Clan Origin: Aolani Clan
Family Origin: as above
Relatives: A younger brother, Taskah. He is twelve and even though there is a ten year age difference between them they are very close.
Past: Taskah has no memory of their parents and Aenarion only a few as they died around the same time as Taskah was born. The village elders made sure they were well cared for by a neighbouring family and when Aenarion was old enough he willingly took over looking after his brother in a place of their own. He had a good circle of friends until one day, not long after his twentieth birthday, he recieved a letter from a friend requesting aid on some project in the forests to the west (Eranthe Dasos). His friends had also recieved the same letter and so they set off after him, believing he may have found some interesting animal or something. None of them realized that Aenarion's younger brother (ten at the time) had tagged along and trailed them. Reaching the forest they were set upon by several scaled and clawed creatures. Aenarion had time to determine that they weren't dragons but were some creature he had never seen before before he was struck in the face, those sharp claws raking down his right eye with such force that he was thrown backwards, his head striking a tree and knocking him unconcious. When he came too, he found all his friends (except for the one who had sent the letter of course) mutilated and his younger brother merely staring. For nearly two years Taskah wouldn't speak a word, and Aenarion had to deal with being blind in one eye, let alone the disfiguring scars. When they returned to the village, neither would or could speak to the elders of what had happened, Taskah merely refusing to and Aenarion not wishing to speak ill of his 'friend' until he found out the truth. He did tell of all else he knew but made it out to be as if he had gone out with his friends just enjoying themselves and Taskah had merely followed along wanting to tag along with his older brother. The wounds on Aenarion's face, despite healing magic, had refused to heal leading the elders to believe that whatever the creatures were, they were not natural creatures of this world. It did heal but had to heal naturally and as such, his sight was not restored and he was left with three scars running over that eye. Taskah has only just recently come out of his shell and started speaking again but will only speak to Aenarion and is silent around all others even when spoken to directly. Aenarion has been searching for the 'friend' who betrayed him and his other friends as when they returned to the village they found that he was missing. He is unsure of what he would do if/when they meet, whether he would loose his temper and merely gain revenge or would be able to keep his cool long enough to find out why what happened did.
Special Notes: He has a silver necklace on a matching silver chain around his neck with a stone in the center of it, black with silver specs that never seem to be in the same place whenever it is gazed upon. If anyone is stuck on a character to play they can always play the betrayer
Name meaning(s): N/A
Nickname(s): N/A
Gender: Male
Species: Aolani Clan
Age: 22 (but youthful in appearance)
Height: 170cm
Build: mostly slim, though the muscles on his back are well formed from flying. While he is slim he does not appear weak as his muscles are still well formed, just not huge (cause that's ugly)
Birthday: 22nd April
Blood type: AB-
Hair Colour: A dark golden blonde that is so long it reaches his waist (a real pain when flying). It also falls down over his right eye, covering it and the scars there from view, except if the wind blows or something.
Eye Colour: His right eye is a pale milky colour and blind, while his left is a deep dark sapphire coloured blue.
Status: Single
Sexuality: Unknown, it is not something he thinks about. He finds both men and women attractive (if they are) but does not think in a sexual way.
Like(s): Strong winds, loyalty, loves his brother and will do anything for him, the village elders who watched over he and his brother when left alone, peace
Dislike(s): disloyalty, fighting
Fear(s): Loosing his temper and thus himself (explained in further detail later), loosing his brother
Theme Song(s): Angel, by Within temptaion
Personality: Aenarion is a trusting person, too trusting for his own good really. He is kind and caring and hates conflict of any kind and as such he will avoid it at all costs. He is fiercely protective of his younger brother and will sacrifice all for him. Because he is a trusting person he expects others to be just as trusting and to be as loyal as he is and cannot (or will not) understand why not everyone is like that.
Enemies: He doesn't have any specific enemies but he is hunting for the 'friend' who betrayed him and his other friends. He still does not consider this one to be an enemy, he merely wishes to know why he did this, though whether that is all that transpires if/when they meet is unknown.
EXTRA: This information is information that can not be known by other characters IC unless told ICly
Abilities: Duel Swordsmanship: While Aenarion does not like to fight he is not ignorant and understands that there are times when fighting is nessesary and as such he is best with two long swords. Both have long but some what thin blades and as such, no matter Aenarion's own skill, if they were to bloke a blow from a thicker and stronger blade they would break.
Dodge: Aenarion preferes to dodge and avoid attacks rather than fully face them. This is the strategy he uses most often, prefering to wear down his opponent rather than actually fight.
Berserker: It is rare that Aenarion will lose his temper but when he does he tends to lose himself and become little more than a blood thirsty killing machine. When he comes back to himself he has no memory of what has gone before and is merely left with the horror mutilated corpses and blood on himself. Thus he fears this 'ability' and calls it a curse and to counter it has learnt meditation and other calming effects and now rarely loses his temper.
Weaknesses: As with all love, it can make you strong and it can make you weak and the same can be said for the love Aenarion holds for his younger brother. Also the fact that he is too trusting is often a weakness but again, it could be a strength as it could entice people to trust him more than they otherwise would. He also has no wish to understand things he doesnt agree with. His lust for revenge against his former friend will often blind him from seeing the bigger picture when such a mood comes on him.
Clan Origin: Aolani Clan
Family Origin: as above
Relatives: A younger brother, Taskah. He is twelve and even though there is a ten year age difference between them they are very close.
Past: Taskah has no memory of their parents and Aenarion only a few as they died around the same time as Taskah was born. The village elders made sure they were well cared for by a neighbouring family and when Aenarion was old enough he willingly took over looking after his brother in a place of their own. He had a good circle of friends until one day, not long after his twentieth birthday, he recieved a letter from a friend requesting aid on some project in the forests to the west (Eranthe Dasos). His friends had also recieved the same letter and so they set off after him, believing he may have found some interesting animal or something. None of them realized that Aenarion's younger brother (ten at the time) had tagged along and trailed them. Reaching the forest they were set upon by several scaled and clawed creatures. Aenarion had time to determine that they weren't dragons but were some creature he had never seen before before he was struck in the face, those sharp claws raking down his right eye with such force that he was thrown backwards, his head striking a tree and knocking him unconcious. When he came too, he found all his friends (except for the one who had sent the letter of course) mutilated and his younger brother merely staring. For nearly two years Taskah wouldn't speak a word, and Aenarion had to deal with being blind in one eye, let alone the disfiguring scars. When they returned to the village, neither would or could speak to the elders of what had happened, Taskah merely refusing to and Aenarion not wishing to speak ill of his 'friend' until he found out the truth. He did tell of all else he knew but made it out to be as if he had gone out with his friends just enjoying themselves and Taskah had merely followed along wanting to tag along with his older brother. The wounds on Aenarion's face, despite healing magic, had refused to heal leading the elders to believe that whatever the creatures were, they were not natural creatures of this world. It did heal but had to heal naturally and as such, his sight was not restored and he was left with three scars running over that eye. Taskah has only just recently come out of his shell and started speaking again but will only speak to Aenarion and is silent around all others even when spoken to directly. Aenarion has been searching for the 'friend' who betrayed him and his other friends as when they returned to the village they found that he was missing. He is unsure of what he would do if/when they meet, whether he would loose his temper and merely gain revenge or would be able to keep his cool long enough to find out why what happened did.
Special Notes: He has a silver necklace on a matching silver chain around his neck with a stone in the center of it, black with silver specs that never seem to be in the same place whenever it is gazed upon. If anyone is stuck on a character to play they can always play the betrayer
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Name: Iwara
Nickname: Iwa
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species: Vampire
Appearance: Black glossy hair that brushes the top of his shoulders.
Hazel eyes that almost seem to glow, not all that noticable during the day, but is during the night or when a light is shone in them.
Rather short, but he still looks his age despite this.
He has burn scars over his left shoulder and down part of his back, but he never shows them, not even to his closest friends if he can help it.
Skin: pale
Fears: To be seen as weak. He doesn’t nescisarily want people to acknowledge his strength, he just doesn’t want to be seen as weak and worthless.
Ambitions: To find out who his creator was.
Personality: Playful mostly, though very proud.
Strengths: Speed: Iwara is extremely fast especially when running… only problem is he has trouble stopping.
Imitation: He is rather good at imitating other's fighting abilities if he is able to see how they are done. If it is an internal ability (such as something to do with aura) he cannot grasp it. The black energy disks he can send form his hands was learnt the same way.
Weaknesses: Pride: He is very sure of himself, to the point of fault. He often gets himself int sticky situations that he can’t usually control because of this.
Past: Iwara is common born, actually very common. He was the child of a prostitute and thus was raised in the brothel he was born in. Later, as he got older he was even forced to work there for anyone who might prefer a boy to one of the ladies. He hated this, naturally, but they would not give him any food and would lock him in the room if he became dificult. However, when he was 16 there was a fire in the brothel and he was locked in his room at this point. It was assumed that everyone in there had died, and it is true Iwara would have died, buried as he was under the rubble and being burnt from the flames themselves. What happened then is foggy in his mind as he was close to death, but he remembered some figure pulling the rubble off him and… something, something happened but he doesn’t really remember what. When he was himself once more he woke by a stream in the forest near the city he had lived and he was alone. It is then that he learns of his vampiric powers and what must have happened. However, berefit of any kind of teacher (the one who saved him never came back) he had to teach himself what he knows now, which is still relatively little. One thing he did find out about himself was that, apart from getting sore eyes, he had no real trouble staying in the daylight. He heard (don’t know where, havent decided) that this can sometimes happen to one who was created if the original is either very old or one of the first vampires.
Present: Iwara wanders from place to place looking for some clue as to who his creator was. That is his main purpose as he has no interest in the politics of clan warfare as he himself is considered clanless.
Rps in: It's Dark Outside and Spread of the Darkness
Nickname: Iwa
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species: Vampire
Appearance: Black glossy hair that brushes the top of his shoulders.
Hazel eyes that almost seem to glow, not all that noticable during the day, but is during the night or when a light is shone in them.
Rather short, but he still looks his age despite this.
He has burn scars over his left shoulder and down part of his back, but he never shows them, not even to his closest friends if he can help it.
Skin: pale
Fears: To be seen as weak. He doesn’t nescisarily want people to acknowledge his strength, he just doesn’t want to be seen as weak and worthless.
Ambitions: To find out who his creator was.
Personality: Playful mostly, though very proud.
Strengths: Speed: Iwara is extremely fast especially when running… only problem is he has trouble stopping.
Imitation: He is rather good at imitating other's fighting abilities if he is able to see how they are done. If it is an internal ability (such as something to do with aura) he cannot grasp it. The black energy disks he can send form his hands was learnt the same way.
Weaknesses: Pride: He is very sure of himself, to the point of fault. He often gets himself int sticky situations that he can’t usually control because of this.
Past: Iwara is common born, actually very common. He was the child of a prostitute and thus was raised in the brothel he was born in. Later, as he got older he was even forced to work there for anyone who might prefer a boy to one of the ladies. He hated this, naturally, but they would not give him any food and would lock him in the room if he became dificult. However, when he was 16 there was a fire in the brothel and he was locked in his room at this point. It was assumed that everyone in there had died, and it is true Iwara would have died, buried as he was under the rubble and being burnt from the flames themselves. What happened then is foggy in his mind as he was close to death, but he remembered some figure pulling the rubble off him and… something, something happened but he doesn’t really remember what. When he was himself once more he woke by a stream in the forest near the city he had lived and he was alone. It is then that he learns of his vampiric powers and what must have happened. However, berefit of any kind of teacher (the one who saved him never came back) he had to teach himself what he knows now, which is still relatively little. One thing he did find out about himself was that, apart from getting sore eyes, he had no real trouble staying in the daylight. He heard (don’t know where, havent decided) that this can sometimes happen to one who was created if the original is either very old or one of the first vampires.
Present: Iwara wanders from place to place looking for some clue as to who his creator was. That is his main purpose as he has no interest in the politics of clan warfare as he himself is considered clanless.
Rps in: It's Dark Outside and Spread of the Darkness
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Name: Callum
Nickname: Cal
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Species: Human
Hair: long brown that shines an aurbern, bronze colour in the sun and is usually pulled back into a loose pony tail. A white streak growing from an old scar
Eyes: dark blue
Fears: Putting his life on the line without a guarentee of payment.
Ambitions: no real ambitions, though he does hope to serve a good king someday but knows it will never happen. He just goes through life as it is.
Strengths: - very good with a sword, not that he's bosting
- pretty decent brawler because of lots of practice
- card gambling, one of the only ways he can make a living.
- can usually tell who would be a good person to work for in advance.
Weaknesses: - absolutely hopeless with a bow or any type of maskmanship.
- is afraid of healers, he belives that they use black magic.
- very superstitious
Equipment: - a rather plain sword but nonetheless good quality
- a little money left from gambling
- a knife on his belt, though he has never used it in a fight before
Past: Callum wound acting as a mercenary after a blow to the head years ago in a war took all his memories and left a white streak growing from the scar now there. That happened six years ago when he was an ambitious youth. He knows better know, however, and instead hires himself out as a mercenary to the highest bidder, but of those he chooses who he goes with. While not acting as a mercenary he goes from town to town gambling what's left of his money to make a profit and spend on getting drunk nearly every night and on women.
Present: Trying to outrun a gambling debt, Callum ran his horse to the ground and consequently has no such transport anymore. Stuck in Lennox with money quickly running out, he is in desperate need of employment once more.
RPs in: Misery Loves Company [PG-13] (dead)
Nickname: Cal
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Species: Human
Hair: long brown that shines an aurbern, bronze colour in the sun and is usually pulled back into a loose pony tail. A white streak growing from an old scar
Eyes: dark blue
Fears: Putting his life on the line without a guarentee of payment.
Ambitions: no real ambitions, though he does hope to serve a good king someday but knows it will never happen. He just goes through life as it is.
Strengths: - very good with a sword, not that he's bosting
- pretty decent brawler because of lots of practice
- card gambling, one of the only ways he can make a living.
- can usually tell who would be a good person to work for in advance.
Weaknesses: - absolutely hopeless with a bow or any type of maskmanship.
- is afraid of healers, he belives that they use black magic.
- very superstitious
Equipment: - a rather plain sword but nonetheless good quality
- a little money left from gambling
- a knife on his belt, though he has never used it in a fight before
Past: Callum wound acting as a mercenary after a blow to the head years ago in a war took all his memories and left a white streak growing from the scar now there. That happened six years ago when he was an ambitious youth. He knows better know, however, and instead hires himself out as a mercenary to the highest bidder, but of those he chooses who he goes with. While not acting as a mercenary he goes from town to town gambling what's left of his money to make a profit and spend on getting drunk nearly every night and on women.
Present: Trying to outrun a gambling debt, Callum ran his horse to the ground and consequently has no such transport anymore. Stuck in Lennox with money quickly running out, he is in desperate need of employment once more.
RPs in: Misery Loves Company [PG-13] (dead)
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Name: Risu
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Appearance: Risu has different coloured eyes, his left is a golden-green colour and the right blue. His hair is just long enough to brush the tops of his shoulders and is brown and it always hangs over his left eye, hiding it as people tend to become uncomfortable around him seeing it. He has a black paterened tattoo on his left upper arm shaped as an armband. His hands are elegant and his fingers long even though the ring finger on his right hand is stiff from being broken and not healing properly. He is small and looks younger than his age, appearing more like a fifteen year old rather than seventeen and he gets easily iritated by people calling him a child or boy, believing him to be younger than he is.
Strengths: Risu has the ability to see premonitions. He is also a good shot with a gun as he is able to tap into his instincts to know exactly when to pull the trigger in order to hit his target
Weaknesses: He cannot control what type or when he gets these premonitions and as such he can not see things he wishes to often, and can even become exhausted at the wrong time.
Ambitions: Risu has always wanted to be a gunner on a ship, it didn't matter what kind of ship so long as he was in space.
Fears: Doctors for the most parts and people questioning him too closely about his premonition abilities, at least until he gets to know and trust them.
Abilities: Premonitions: Depending on the clarity of the the 'vission' depends on the afteraffects. Mostly it is merely instictual, he just has gut feelings about things. Sometimes, however he has full on vissions seeing what was to come in great detail. While he is seeing this his eyes tend to roll back into his head and his body goes stiff and rigid and afterwards he is often exhausted. Also it is not always possible to change what he sees, sometimes it is sometimes it isn't and he never can tell the difference between the two until he tries.
Past: When Risu was small he was sold by his 'parents' into a science laboratory so that the family would get money as well as having one less mouth to feed. To avoid a sob story and keep a long story short, Risu, as with all the people there, children and adults alike, were not treated well and it was there that his premonition ability manifested, though whether it was because of what those doctors did or something that developed on its own, Risu doesn't know. However when it did he used it in order to escape and then lived a life of crime in order to feed himself. He had been captured a couple of times, only three in his seven years of street life and each time he used his instincts to be able to escape. Nonetheless he now has a black mark against him and any chance of achieving his dream of becoming a gunner on a ship was now lost. As such when he heard of the ship Evolution he formulated a plan to sneak on board and not reveal himself until they were too far away from his home planet to warrent turning back and he would have a chance of achieving his dream.
Present: Currently is about to sneak onboard the ship Evolution and carry out his plan.
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Appearance: Risu has different coloured eyes, his left is a golden-green colour and the right blue. His hair is just long enough to brush the tops of his shoulders and is brown and it always hangs over his left eye, hiding it as people tend to become uncomfortable around him seeing it. He has a black paterened tattoo on his left upper arm shaped as an armband. His hands are elegant and his fingers long even though the ring finger on his right hand is stiff from being broken and not healing properly. He is small and looks younger than his age, appearing more like a fifteen year old rather than seventeen and he gets easily iritated by people calling him a child or boy, believing him to be younger than he is.
Strengths: Risu has the ability to see premonitions. He is also a good shot with a gun as he is able to tap into his instincts to know exactly when to pull the trigger in order to hit his target
Weaknesses: He cannot control what type or when he gets these premonitions and as such he can not see things he wishes to often, and can even become exhausted at the wrong time.
Ambitions: Risu has always wanted to be a gunner on a ship, it didn't matter what kind of ship so long as he was in space.
Fears: Doctors for the most parts and people questioning him too closely about his premonition abilities, at least until he gets to know and trust them.
Abilities: Premonitions: Depending on the clarity of the the 'vission' depends on the afteraffects. Mostly it is merely instictual, he just has gut feelings about things. Sometimes, however he has full on vissions seeing what was to come in great detail. While he is seeing this his eyes tend to roll back into his head and his body goes stiff and rigid and afterwards he is often exhausted. Also it is not always possible to change what he sees, sometimes it is sometimes it isn't and he never can tell the difference between the two until he tries.
Past: When Risu was small he was sold by his 'parents' into a science laboratory so that the family would get money as well as having one less mouth to feed. To avoid a sob story and keep a long story short, Risu, as with all the people there, children and adults alike, were not treated well and it was there that his premonition ability manifested, though whether it was because of what those doctors did or something that developed on its own, Risu doesn't know. However when it did he used it in order to escape and then lived a life of crime in order to feed himself. He had been captured a couple of times, only three in his seven years of street life and each time he used his instincts to be able to escape. Nonetheless he now has a black mark against him and any chance of achieving his dream of becoming a gunner on a ship was now lost. As such when he heard of the ship Evolution he formulated a plan to sneak on board and not reveal himself until they were too far away from his home planet to warrent turning back and he would have a chance of achieving his dream.
Present: Currently is about to sneak onboard the ship Evolution and carry out his plan.
Character Name: Kusunoki, Rai
Age: 17
Personality: Quiet and somewhat cold towards his fellow humans. He likes to be alone and gets agitated, though he rarely shows it, just goes off without a word, when too many people are either around him or just annoying him. When someone triggers him, he tends to go a little crazy but still while keeping that cold demeanor.
Orientation: gay
Seme/uke/seke: uke
Status: unbalanced
Bio: Rai was just a normal teenager, or as normal as one often is when shipped from foster family to foster family because none of them could deal with his ADD. However, unlike most people who have been 'diagnosed' with ADD, Rai didn't bring attention to himself, he just had a very VERY short attention span, well short for what most people would consider important. He would be sent to school and would randomly get up and walk out of class, not in any disturbing way, just as if he had every right to do so. They bored him and the people annoyed him. On his own, however, the little things hold his attention for a long time, things such as how the tree waves in the wind, ant lines and the way the sun shines through branches. He just had no interest in monetary values and his future and least of all school and his family, whatever one he was with at the time. While most found his personality irritating, none found him dangerous.
Rai, however, has killed twice. The first time went undetected. He happpened to be walking along the street and he saw a man kicking a dog, so he went over and started kicking the man. Naturally, unlike the dog, the man fought back, but he was able to get him to the ground unconcious and kick him to death. This happened on the back streets and so no one knew what had happened until he was long gone and blamless.
The second time he had been caught. He had seen a little kid, probably no more than three, trying to make his pet hampster run up the brick wall, but only succeeding in scrapping the animals skin off on the wall. Enraged once more, Rai slammed the kids head into the brick wall and started rubbing it up and down it. The kid didn't die, but by the time Rai had been pulled off him, the skin had gone away to the bone. All through both these revenge attacks he had kept the same cool face, not showing any emotion or remorse at what he did. It was because of the kid that he was sent to the island.
Appearance: (realistic picture only) I'll need help finding a photo cause i never seem to be able to find what i want when im looking for it
Rai is what is often described as a pretty-boy; he doesn't have the scruffness that most guys his age gain and like, infact he hates it. He is always clean shaven and his hair is relatively long and jet black, almost blue black. His eyes are hazel with flecks of gold in them. They are the only thing that really shows any emotion at all.
Age: 17
Personality: Quiet and somewhat cold towards his fellow humans. He likes to be alone and gets agitated, though he rarely shows it, just goes off without a word, when too many people are either around him or just annoying him. When someone triggers him, he tends to go a little crazy but still while keeping that cold demeanor.
Orientation: gay
Seme/uke/seke: uke
Status: unbalanced
Bio: Rai was just a normal teenager, or as normal as one often is when shipped from foster family to foster family because none of them could deal with his ADD. However, unlike most people who have been 'diagnosed' with ADD, Rai didn't bring attention to himself, he just had a very VERY short attention span, well short for what most people would consider important. He would be sent to school and would randomly get up and walk out of class, not in any disturbing way, just as if he had every right to do so. They bored him and the people annoyed him. On his own, however, the little things hold his attention for a long time, things such as how the tree waves in the wind, ant lines and the way the sun shines through branches. He just had no interest in monetary values and his future and least of all school and his family, whatever one he was with at the time. While most found his personality irritating, none found him dangerous.
Rai, however, has killed twice. The first time went undetected. He happpened to be walking along the street and he saw a man kicking a dog, so he went over and started kicking the man. Naturally, unlike the dog, the man fought back, but he was able to get him to the ground unconcious and kick him to death. This happened on the back streets and so no one knew what had happened until he was long gone and blamless.
The second time he had been caught. He had seen a little kid, probably no more than three, trying to make his pet hampster run up the brick wall, but only succeeding in scrapping the animals skin off on the wall. Enraged once more, Rai slammed the kids head into the brick wall and started rubbing it up and down it. The kid didn't die, but by the time Rai had been pulled off him, the skin had gone away to the bone. All through both these revenge attacks he had kept the same cool face, not showing any emotion or remorse at what he did. It was because of the kid that he was sent to the island.
Appearance: (realistic picture only) I'll need help finding a photo cause i never seem to be able to find what i want when im looking for it
Rai is what is often described as a pretty-boy; he doesn't have the scruffness that most guys his age gain and like, infact he hates it. He is always clean shaven and his hair is relatively long and jet black, almost blue black. His eyes are hazel with flecks of gold in them. They are the only thing that really shows any emotion at all.
Name: Leith
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Brown hair that is getting a bit long and is nearly always untidy
Grey eyes.
Relatively short for his age.
His pants and shirt are dirty and torn, marking him as a street kid, and he has no shoes.
Fears: the authorities after they killed a friend. The gallows and ending up the wrong end of a rope.
Ambitions:
Strengths: Pickpocketing, he is skilled at taking things from right under people's noses and getting away with it.
Daggers, he is skilled with them, but prefers to run and hide rather than use them, much less risk involved.
Weaknesses: He is not very strong, having not too much food, and thus he has to bow down to those stronger than he, something he resents.
Past: Leith was the son of a merchant and one day, during one of their common voyages, the ship was attacked by pirates. He was only nine at the time and the pirates took him under their wing and taught him a thing or two. Thus he knows his way around a ship and this is also where he learnt his thieving skills, from one of the men there. However he hated being always around those who killed his family and the pirates themselves were never adverse to bring the fact up. Finally when he could take no more, he jumped over the side while they were in port on the far side of an island where there was an english settlement (they never let him off the ship) even though he couldn't swim. He washed ashore half drowned and as soon as he could he made for the english town.
He was then adopted into a gang of street kids who ofered protection and loyalty to their own in return for regular payments to the leaders, guys in their mid twenties.
One of Leith's closest friends is a lad who is twelve and the two of them often work as a team where teamwork is required.
Present:
RPs in: Skeleton Coast
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Brown hair that is getting a bit long and is nearly always untidy
Grey eyes.
Relatively short for his age.
His pants and shirt are dirty and torn, marking him as a street kid, and he has no shoes.
Fears: the authorities after they killed a friend. The gallows and ending up the wrong end of a rope.
Ambitions:
Strengths: Pickpocketing, he is skilled at taking things from right under people's noses and getting away with it.
Daggers, he is skilled with them, but prefers to run and hide rather than use them, much less risk involved.
Weaknesses: He is not very strong, having not too much food, and thus he has to bow down to those stronger than he, something he resents.
Past: Leith was the son of a merchant and one day, during one of their common voyages, the ship was attacked by pirates. He was only nine at the time and the pirates took him under their wing and taught him a thing or two. Thus he knows his way around a ship and this is also where he learnt his thieving skills, from one of the men there. However he hated being always around those who killed his family and the pirates themselves were never adverse to bring the fact up. Finally when he could take no more, he jumped over the side while they were in port on the far side of an island where there was an english settlement (they never let him off the ship) even though he couldn't swim. He washed ashore half drowned and as soon as he could he made for the english town.
He was then adopted into a gang of street kids who ofered protection and loyalty to their own in return for regular payments to the leaders, guys in their mid twenties.
One of Leith's closest friends is a lad who is twelve and the two of them often work as a team where teamwork is required.
Present:
RPs in: Skeleton Coast
Name: Kouryuu
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Appearance: Brown shoulderlength hair that is usually kept back in a plait but by the end of the day is always falling out.
Grey eyes.
Relatively short for his age and looks younger than his fourteen years.
A few scattered scars on his body.
He wears a plain but stained white shirt and plain brown breeches, just the normal clothes of a commoner.
Fears: being regaurded as evil by people if they find out about his talents
Ambitions: Kouryuu dreams of adventure, but he is more of a dreamer than a do-er. Nonetheless he does wish to go on some kind of adventure with a group of loyal friends.
Strengths: he has some control over fire, can summon a flame at will, though this can get out of hand if he loses control of his emotions and he is likely to start a spontanious combustion XD He has also shown some talent for talekinisis but he doesn't know this as of yet
Weaknesses:
Past: Kouryuu has always been poor, just his lot in life, he guessed. But when his family were killed of a sickness, one that he only just escaped the same fate from, he was taken into bondage for a merchant. He was ten at the time. He has since been passed from bondage to bondage, some good some bad, no one really satisfied with the way he never really focused on his work. He thus has a few scattered scars over his body from his harsher 'masters'. He can't read or write, but he loves hearing the stories of others and often, in what spare moments he could snatch, would sit by a window creating his own stories in his mind. At least until he was called back to work once more.
Present: Currently he works in a general store. The workload is average, some days there is a lot somedays there is very little at all. His current master is strict but fair and thus he is only struck if he is impudent or forgets his duties.
RPs in: The Village
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Appearance: Brown shoulderlength hair that is usually kept back in a plait but by the end of the day is always falling out.
Grey eyes.
Relatively short for his age and looks younger than his fourteen years.
A few scattered scars on his body.
He wears a plain but stained white shirt and plain brown breeches, just the normal clothes of a commoner.
Fears: being regaurded as evil by people if they find out about his talents
Ambitions: Kouryuu dreams of adventure, but he is more of a dreamer than a do-er. Nonetheless he does wish to go on some kind of adventure with a group of loyal friends.
Strengths: he has some control over fire, can summon a flame at will, though this can get out of hand if he loses control of his emotions and he is likely to start a spontanious combustion XD He has also shown some talent for talekinisis but he doesn't know this as of yet
Weaknesses:
Past: Kouryuu has always been poor, just his lot in life, he guessed. But when his family were killed of a sickness, one that he only just escaped the same fate from, he was taken into bondage for a merchant. He was ten at the time. He has since been passed from bondage to bondage, some good some bad, no one really satisfied with the way he never really focused on his work. He thus has a few scattered scars over his body from his harsher 'masters'. He can't read or write, but he loves hearing the stories of others and often, in what spare moments he could snatch, would sit by a window creating his own stories in his mind. At least until he was called back to work once more.
Present: Currently he works in a general store. The workload is average, some days there is a lot somedays there is very little at all. His current master is strict but fair and thus he is only struck if he is impudent or forgets his duties.
RPs in: The Village
Name: Aedonis (Ay-don-is)
Nickname:
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Species: Human
Hair: Brown, shines a golden colour in the sunlight, though, long and kept in a thick braid over her shoulder when traveling, though she will let it out when she has to act like a lady.
Eyes: Blue, with milky-white pupils
Skin: fair
Fears: being locked in a silent room
Ambitions: to travel and experience the world and it's peoples
Strengths: - Swordsmanship (duel wield)
- Extremely Keen senses
- Smooth talker (can often talk her way out of any situation, however her witty comments are often what get her in those situations in the first place). This includes noble ettiquette as this is the remains of her mother's teachings.
- Hand-to-Hand fighting (body manipulation, not brawling
Weaknesses: - Blind, relies on her slave Tahl to tell her of what things look like, though she would never admit to relying on anyone but herself.
- Hates acting as a noblewoman, as much due to her father's teachings than anything.
Equipment: -Two swords, a katana and wakisashi, attatched to a leather sword belt that is either around her waist, or behind her on the saddle of the horse.
-an ankle length skirt, buttoned down the front and dark blue in colour
-a long tunic, dark green and trimmed in blue, that is belted at the waist with a cloth belt.
-Practical hiking boots
-leather riding gloves
-a dagger at her belt, not to fight with, just to aid with eating
-one saddle bag holding a writing board, paper and utensils
-the other saddle bag holding a cloak and blanked and flint and tinder
Extras: - Tahl accompanies her everywhere and is much as her eyes as her friend.
-She was given a highly trained horse for her birthday named Aranol who will avoid obstacles without being told
Past: Aedonis was born the youngest of two girls in a noble house and a father, who always wanted sons, raised her like a boy, even as her mother tried to counter these teachings with her own ettiquete teachings. Thus she is a skilled fighter and still retains some of her feminine charm. However when she was very young, she wandered out into the forest alone and something (haven't decided what yet) attacted her. She survived, but the beast or person or whatever, took her sight. Consequently, while she still has her eyes, there are long scars running accross her face over them which are not pretty to look at. Thus she wears a strip of cloth over her eyes. This also destroyed her mother's hopes of marrying her off (much to Aedonis's delight) and she worked even harder at what her father taught her, still learning how to fight but using her ears and to some extent her sense of touch to do so. She still continued learning ettiquete from her mother so she would be able attend at family functions but she never had to suffer the attentions of men as her sister did (except for the fact that her sister enjoyed it). When she was fifteen, she went to the market with her father and, passing the slave market, had heard a lash raining down on someone. Letting go of her father's arm, she stormed up to where she heard the sound and demanded to know what the victim had done. The slave master had replied that he was a theif and an escapee, recently recaptured and Aedonis, not believing that this was sufficient reason, had bought the slave outright to save his back. It was then she found out that the slave was only ten years old at the time, and near death from the beatings. She took him home and nursed him herself, using her gentle hands to tell where the wounds were and since then he, Tahl, was her loyal servant and best friend.
When she turned twenty, her father presented her with two fresh-out-of-the-forge swords, each with a hawk ensribed on the blade near the hilt. These gifts given she was free to leave on her own if she wished and, of course, she did, Tahl accompaning her as always (just shy of his seventeenth birthday).
Present: Aedonis sharp tongue and quick wit has been noticed by those who's oppinions count and as such she has been sent on a diplomatic mission from the king.
Name: Tahl (Tarl)
Nickname:
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species: Human
Hair: Black as the midnight sky
Eyes: Dark brown so as to be almost black
Skin: olive
Fears: becoming a slave once more, anything happening to Aedonis that may lead to this fate
Ambitions: to travel and see the world with Aedonis and to make her life easier as she did for him.
Personality: Around other people, Tahl is quiet and concientious, everything a well trained servant should be, despite what he is often thinking. When he is alone with Aedonis, however, he is not affraid to speak his mind and is actually quite talkative. Tahl is a little bit self conscious of the scars he bears from his slavery and often will only reveal them in the company of Aedonis. It takes a fair amount of trust between him and someone else for him to willingingly show them.
Strengths: -Twin daggers one of the servants taught him to use
-horsemanship
-looking after Aedonis without it seeming so
-still retains some of his thieving skills
Weaknesses: - Because of his own history in slavery, he doesn't like to see any servant mistreated. He is by no means against the servant class (though he is against slaves) as he sees the necessity of them. But this does lead to him acting rather rashly at times to make things right as he sees it. (this is not nesicarily a weakness however)
Equipment: -Twin daggers, one on each hip which he is never without despite common curtisies.
-black pants that are of relatively good quality (excellent compared to most servants/slaves, but then Aedonis doesn't see him that way)
-a long tunic, dark blue
-Soft knee-high boots that are wrapped around with leather straps to hold them up
-leather riding gloves
-a bag holding cloak, blanket, food, and, without Aedonis knowing, a tool roll holding items like picklocks and wires.
Past: Tahl was sold into slavery at a very young age and, while he didn't remember freedom, he dreamed of it. One day, after having enough of slavery, he had killed his master and attempted to escape (he was only ten at the time) but he was caught by the family and, not wanting a murdering slave, they sold him back to the slave merchants, beaten within inches of his life. He was there a while as no one wanted to buy a slave who was known to kill his masters, no matter how young he was, and he met a nice woman, also a slave, who had tended to his injuries. When she was sold (he guessed as a sex slave but had no proof of the matter) he had stolen some supplies and attempted to escape once more. Once again he was captured and beaten and probably would have been killed if Aedonis had not interfered. Not having the strength to resist him being sold once more, he was forced to go with his new masters. However when they were only kind to him (except perhaps the women of the household, the mother and eldest sister, but still he was never beaten again) he eventually grew to like his position here and found his niche helping the blind Aedonis get through life.
Aedonis and Tahl grew to be very close friends and Tahl left with his mistress as soon as she left, even though she hates being called such.
Now Tahl must, as well as his usual duties of simply making Aedonis's life easier, must hide his growing feelings for the woman. There is no way a slave, no matter how friendly, would be able to have any sort of relationship with his mistress.
Present: Tahl is currently, as always, following Aedonis and helping discretely where he could. He is also struggling to control his jealousy as another man claims Aedonis's attentions.
RPs in: Kings of the Sword and Torture Wing
Nickname:
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Species: Human
Hair: Brown, shines a golden colour in the sunlight, though, long and kept in a thick braid over her shoulder when traveling, though she will let it out when she has to act like a lady.
Eyes: Blue, with milky-white pupils
Skin: fair
Fears: being locked in a silent room
Ambitions: to travel and experience the world and it's peoples
Strengths: - Swordsmanship (duel wield)
- Extremely Keen senses
- Smooth talker (can often talk her way out of any situation, however her witty comments are often what get her in those situations in the first place). This includes noble ettiquette as this is the remains of her mother's teachings.
- Hand-to-Hand fighting (body manipulation, not brawling
Weaknesses: - Blind, relies on her slave Tahl to tell her of what things look like, though she would never admit to relying on anyone but herself.
- Hates acting as a noblewoman, as much due to her father's teachings than anything.
Equipment: -Two swords, a katana and wakisashi, attatched to a leather sword belt that is either around her waist, or behind her on the saddle of the horse.
-an ankle length skirt, buttoned down the front and dark blue in colour
-a long tunic, dark green and trimmed in blue, that is belted at the waist with a cloth belt.
-Practical hiking boots
-leather riding gloves
-a dagger at her belt, not to fight with, just to aid with eating
-one saddle bag holding a writing board, paper and utensils
-the other saddle bag holding a cloak and blanked and flint and tinder
Extras: - Tahl accompanies her everywhere and is much as her eyes as her friend.
-She was given a highly trained horse for her birthday named Aranol who will avoid obstacles without being told
Past: Aedonis was born the youngest of two girls in a noble house and a father, who always wanted sons, raised her like a boy, even as her mother tried to counter these teachings with her own ettiquete teachings. Thus she is a skilled fighter and still retains some of her feminine charm. However when she was very young, she wandered out into the forest alone and something (haven't decided what yet) attacted her. She survived, but the beast or person or whatever, took her sight. Consequently, while she still has her eyes, there are long scars running accross her face over them which are not pretty to look at. Thus she wears a strip of cloth over her eyes. This also destroyed her mother's hopes of marrying her off (much to Aedonis's delight) and she worked even harder at what her father taught her, still learning how to fight but using her ears and to some extent her sense of touch to do so. She still continued learning ettiquete from her mother so she would be able attend at family functions but she never had to suffer the attentions of men as her sister did (except for the fact that her sister enjoyed it). When she was fifteen, she went to the market with her father and, passing the slave market, had heard a lash raining down on someone. Letting go of her father's arm, she stormed up to where she heard the sound and demanded to know what the victim had done. The slave master had replied that he was a theif and an escapee, recently recaptured and Aedonis, not believing that this was sufficient reason, had bought the slave outright to save his back. It was then she found out that the slave was only ten years old at the time, and near death from the beatings. She took him home and nursed him herself, using her gentle hands to tell where the wounds were and since then he, Tahl, was her loyal servant and best friend.
When she turned twenty, her father presented her with two fresh-out-of-the-forge swords, each with a hawk ensribed on the blade near the hilt. These gifts given she was free to leave on her own if she wished and, of course, she did, Tahl accompaning her as always (just shy of his seventeenth birthday).
Present: Aedonis sharp tongue and quick wit has been noticed by those who's oppinions count and as such she has been sent on a diplomatic mission from the king.
Name: Tahl (Tarl)
Nickname:
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species: Human
Hair: Black as the midnight sky
Eyes: Dark brown so as to be almost black
Skin: olive
Fears: becoming a slave once more, anything happening to Aedonis that may lead to this fate
Ambitions: to travel and see the world with Aedonis and to make her life easier as she did for him.
Personality: Around other people, Tahl is quiet and concientious, everything a well trained servant should be, despite what he is often thinking. When he is alone with Aedonis, however, he is not affraid to speak his mind and is actually quite talkative. Tahl is a little bit self conscious of the scars he bears from his slavery and often will only reveal them in the company of Aedonis. It takes a fair amount of trust between him and someone else for him to willingingly show them.
Strengths: -Twin daggers one of the servants taught him to use
-horsemanship
-looking after Aedonis without it seeming so
-still retains some of his thieving skills
Weaknesses: - Because of his own history in slavery, he doesn't like to see any servant mistreated. He is by no means against the servant class (though he is against slaves) as he sees the necessity of them. But this does lead to him acting rather rashly at times to make things right as he sees it. (this is not nesicarily a weakness however)
Equipment: -Twin daggers, one on each hip which he is never without despite common curtisies.
-black pants that are of relatively good quality (excellent compared to most servants/slaves, but then Aedonis doesn't see him that way)
-a long tunic, dark blue
-Soft knee-high boots that are wrapped around with leather straps to hold them up
-leather riding gloves
-a bag holding cloak, blanket, food, and, without Aedonis knowing, a tool roll holding items like picklocks and wires.
Past: Tahl was sold into slavery at a very young age and, while he didn't remember freedom, he dreamed of it. One day, after having enough of slavery, he had killed his master and attempted to escape (he was only ten at the time) but he was caught by the family and, not wanting a murdering slave, they sold him back to the slave merchants, beaten within inches of his life. He was there a while as no one wanted to buy a slave who was known to kill his masters, no matter how young he was, and he met a nice woman, also a slave, who had tended to his injuries. When she was sold (he guessed as a sex slave but had no proof of the matter) he had stolen some supplies and attempted to escape once more. Once again he was captured and beaten and probably would have been killed if Aedonis had not interfered. Not having the strength to resist him being sold once more, he was forced to go with his new masters. However when they were only kind to him (except perhaps the women of the household, the mother and eldest sister, but still he was never beaten again) he eventually grew to like his position here and found his niche helping the blind Aedonis get through life.
Aedonis and Tahl grew to be very close friends and Tahl left with his mistress as soon as she left, even though she hates being called such.
Now Tahl must, as well as his usual duties of simply making Aedonis's life easier, must hide his growing feelings for the woman. There is no way a slave, no matter how friendly, would be able to have any sort of relationship with his mistress.
Present: Tahl is currently, as always, following Aedonis and helping discretely where he could. He is also struggling to control his jealousy as another man claims Aedonis's attentions.
RPs in: Kings of the Sword and Torture Wing
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