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[SlowlyCrazyIAmGoing]

Ah, ok, yes that does answer it thank you.

[Araalynn]

Name: Laasya "The Snake" Hamir Vykzlade
Race: Demonologist
Residence: Travels between two shops in Ulnaus and Arcaniss
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Skilled With: Scythe and her own personal family book of spells.
Appearance: Laasya stands a even 5'5 with fiery red hair that shockingly drops down close to her knees. Because of this, it's normally twisted up with two pointed bones with tiny skulls on the top of each to hold all of that hair in place. Her eyes are a deep forest green, as green as the leaves found in the Forest of Levex. Using the blood of a sacrificed demon, she paints designs at the corner of her eyes and paints her lips a very deep red. So deep, in the dim light it looks black. She's usually styling a very rich look, tight leather corsets with silk floor length dresses. In her one hand she carries an interesting detailed scythe. In her other carries a book with what looks like a closed eye on the top cover. When activated, the eye opens and looks around as if the book is alive.
Pets: Obviously her demons and a giant pet python that's resting over her bare shoulders like a scarf named Kothar.
Personality: She has a very sinister attitude to her yet her voice is laced with a seductive tone. Much like the succubus that she generally has following her to help her around the shop.
History: "History is in the past and should stay that way. Got it, doll?" - Laasya

[SlowlyCrazyIAmGoing]

I'm gonna call it a night folks, see ya tomorrow... oh wait... it's the 4th isn't it? Maybe not... depends on what everyone's doing I guess.

[Araalynn]

I'm not doing anything. I'll see ya tomorrow.

[Tarmo of the Dusk]

/tackles the Hydromancer, arcane-smith title.

I call ze only Hydromancer and Arcane-smith titlez *nods*

[Neffiline]

Well this took me forever...
I hope this is good enough for y'all~

Name: Jaenelle

Race: Vampire

Residence: Traveller

Age: Appears in her mid-twenties

Gender: Female

Skilled With: Bows, daggers, short swords and poisons (think Rogues in WoW)

Appearance: Jaenelle is 5’5” but often stands between 5’7”-8” because of her knee high leather boots. Her figure is slim and slightly muscular but more on the skinny side, her bones being of small nature, there isn’t much else but skin and muscles to her body. Other than the fact that her skin is very pale, she looks like any other human. She wears a pair of black ripped linen kind of stockings with short shorts. Her black and dark grey corset leaves little to the imagination when it comes to cleavage. Her hair is of a dirty caramel kind of colour, pulled up into a strange hairstyle that seems to resemble a Mohawk. From her ears dangle a pair of black and uncommon circle like earrings, probably made out of a unique kind of onyx stone. Sometimes she will wear a short fur coat, but generally she simply has a long black coat with a large hood trailing on the ground behind her.

((A few reference pictures, this is an original character I created a while ago, but since she was created to fit in a more modern world, I had to change her clothes to fit in this story.

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Personality: Jaenelle is the quiet type and because of that she often goes unnoticed until she removes her coat, which usually turns quite a few heads. She’s a better listener than a talker, and is not the kind to butt into other people’s business unless she sees an opportunity to get something out of it. Jaenelle always works on her own and won’t accept other people’s help unless she fears for her life, which is… well, very rarely. She knows she has somewhat of a charm and isn't afraid to use it to her own advantage. She doesn’t like to talk about herself, and will often try to avoid questions when they regard her status or past.

History: To Jaenelle, the past is done and over with, there is no point going back to it, therefore she forces herself to forget everything that’s ever happened. She plays the amnesiac when asked about her family or if she has any friends. Though she’s come to be disliked among witches and sorcerers due to her profession.

Sample Post: (I suckzor when it comes to thinking stuff up out of nowhere, so I apologise if this is lame…zor…)

Jaenelle had found a small, empty house that seemed to have been abandoned and was sitting on an old wooden chair in the living room, her feet resting on a small coffee table. A few locks of her hair fell on her forehead as she observed one of her precious daggers. In her left hand she held a small vial with a strange transparent liquid. She was just about to pop it open when a cracking kind of noise stopped her in her action.

Her brown eyes looked up to the open door near by, as she remained seated in complete silence. In was quiet. Too quiet. Slowly she put her feet to the floor and rose from her chair, her dagger still in hand. She pushed the vial in a small pouch hanging from her belt and took a step forward, listening carefully.

The woman walked into the kitchen, looking around. There was a broken chair on the floor, where she assumed is where a dining table was previously placed. A single glass rested on the counter with a few opened cupboards. The smell of old, wet wood filled her nostril as she took another step and looked down at the stairs taking to the basement.

Suddenly, she turned around and threw her dagger in a swift movement, only to see it get stuck in the wall. What? She could have sworn she felt someone behind her just then.

A soft breeze brushed against her left arm and quickly she swirled around with a punch hitting the person right on the nose. Her other hand pushed them and she threw them to the floor with a knee kick. She pressed her right leather boot against their throat, only to realize who they were. That same familiar face she came across so often.

“What the hell Zen.” She said.

The man with raven black hair and icy blue eyes grinned at her. It’s like he was used to her brutal way of greeting him at this point. He quite enjoyed seeing her this way, her long leg leading to that sexy body he wished so many times he could embrace.

“It’s Zenaficus, thank you.”

She rolled her eyes and let go of him, turning around to grab her dagger.

“You’re following me around again…”

“And you know what I want.” He said with his deep voice.

She didn’t turn around, but she knew he was right behind her.

“Come on Jaenelle… I’m willing to give you gold for your services.” His fingers gently touched her bare shoulder and trailed down her arm.

“Back off!” her elbow pressed against his stomach with force.

The man let out a light moan and moved his arm over his ribs as she stepped away.

“I’m not for sale.” She said taking her seat back in the living room.

“Oh one day…” an evil smirk appeared on Zenaficus’ face as he turned around and left. “One day…”

[Tarmo of the Dusk]

God of war II
So much fun :3

[Hunter in the Alley]

Never really appealed to me.

[Araalynn]

Haven't played it.

Accepted Jaenelle.

[Neffiline]

Alright thankies~

So where's everyone at this point? Even after reading the last few pages my brain feels like slurpee because you guys aren't all at the same spot @__@!

[Araalynn]

Uhm let see.

Riel/Tarmo, Ninette/Araalynn, and Vlad/Aznmafia are all up at the Outposts of Kaldaka.

Alex/Tarmo is at his shop I believe in the Town Square of Ulnaus City. It's locked though.

Aaron/Hunter put his character back asleep in the tavern at the vampire district of Ulnaus. Hemata District.

Karl/Crazy and Cadelaria/Araalynn are at his blacksmith shop in the werewolf district of Ulnaus. Cade fell asleep and Karl is working.

And last but not least Laasya/Araalynn is setting up shop at Cnros District. The witches district of Ulnaus.

[Neffiline]

Thanks Araalynn!


Hmm... so then... who shall I go bother for a little while...

[Araalynn]

-snicker- Take your pick.

[Araalynn]

-plays WoW and twiddles thumbs- o.o

[Neffiline]

Ehh, that's weird... I could have sworn I posted here before leaving work.
Ah oh well. I wanted to say that I gave some work to Aaron/Hunter~ *giggles*

[Araalynn]

Now for Aaron/Hunter to react hehe. -nods-

[Araalynn]

-pokes people that she sees is online- <.< Crazy, if you hadn't noticed. I posted a Cade response. -nods- I know, I have too many characters doing something. o.o

[SlowlyCrazyIAmGoing]

** sits back and breaths deeply**
Finally! Sorry I've been gone all day, but I wrote a long one to make up for it. *Grins mischievously* I've got a secret!

[Araalynn]

Oh it's fine hehe It is the 4th of July after all. -blinks- Secret? O_O -reads post- Hrrrmmm

[Caedes]

Name: Andromalius. No known last name

Race: Human....probably. Hard to tell.

Residence: Ulnaus

Age: Unknown, he looks to be in his early 30s.

Gender: Male

Skilled With: He uses no weapons of mans making. He will sometime conjure a spear or a few other choice weapons made of pure shadow.

Appearance: Andromalius stands about 6' 2". He looks rather like a homeless person, no shirt, only a oddly bright white pair of tattered pants. His hair is a dark black, oddly well kept. His eyes are fully black, the blackness in them seems to move and almost 'swim'. His skin at certain parts of his body seems to ooze a black tar, most notably his feet.
Personality: Andromalius speaks quietly, but his words are not to be taken lightly. He is considered unpleasant by most, as he is a practitioner of shadow magic and arts....not to mention his crappy attitude.

History: Considered a priest of sorts in the shadow wielding community. Very little is known of his past and he only shares it with those he considers close.