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[Ambassador Cutestory]

Thought I'd try something a little different. If it's not in the right style, just let me know!

Name: Eli Havelock
Race: Witch
Residence: Traveler
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Skilled With: Surgical tools, limited magic
Appearance: Those misfortunate enough to require his services describe Havelock as a raven. A dark, frightening creature who hovers greedily about the dead and dying. His imposing, skeletal frame towers above most normal men and though he is relatively frail this is hidden beneath layers of thick black clothing that give him a broad-shouldered appearance. His heavily-lined face seems older than he truly is, an illusion accentuated by harsh cheekbones and a thin-lipped smile. A thin, well-trimmed goatee is flecked with traces of gray that grow into streaks at his temples, the only splashes of colour in his swept-back dark hair. He generally travels with a heavy, silver-trimmed wooden cane, a black leather surgical case and a thick black woolen overcoat.
Personality: Dour and unpleasant and apparently only pleased by the misfortunes of others, Eli tends to lose travelling companions quickly unless they somehow uncover his one dark secret; he's not actually a complete bastard. He's willing to use his abilities to help others at the drop of a hat, and usually at cost to himself. Many the would-be mugger has found himself disarmed, beaten and bloodied by Eli's quickness with his walking stick, only to be patched up again minutes later by the foul-mouthed witch-doctor.
History: The health of the four great races is far from a certain thing. The modern medicine of the vampires may heal deep wounds and werewolves may shrug off the harshest blows, but their are some things even they cannot cure. Madness. Disorders. Cancers. Wasting diseases. Diseases of the mind and body that are unaffected by vampiric medicine or lycanthropic regeneration. At a young age Eli contracted one of these hopeless cases, a wasting muscle disease that would cause him to age prematurely fast and die bedridden and paralysed before his twentieth year. But through careful study of the disease and local plantlife he was able to concoct a partial cure. A medicine that would slow the spread of the disorder and allow him to live a semi-normal life.

After such a close brush with death Eli dedicated his life to travelling as widely as he could, studying as many of these esoteric and incurable conditions as possible in the hopes of saving a few more like himself and, perhaps, defeating the disease that still slowly consumed him. That decision was a long time ago now. The past decades have taught him much about medicine, but more about the long slow suffering most patients must endure. A suffering mimicked by his failure at halting his own condition. His strength is slowly failing, and one of his legs is now all but useless. Despite all his knowledge, in the space of a few years he will be dead.

Sample Post: The leg was distended horribly. Great bulbous mounds of purplish tissue formed growths that spread four or five inches across the surface of the calf and protruded several inches from the skin. Eli dragged the needle across the surface of one, then pushed, the metal plunging deep into the tumour. The patient squirmed.

"Stop it."

"It... it hurts..." the thick-set, heavily bearded werewolf blurted, talking around a strap of leather clenched between his teeth.

"Stop it. You big girl." Another squirm. Eli looked up, "I've a silver needle in my bag you know, we could use that!" His tone, more than the threat, seemed to steel the creature. "Alright," Eli's voice was calm, measured. The leg drew back his attention.

He drew back the plunger on the syringe. The clear liquid in the glass swiftly darkened with thick-flowing red fluid, fluid that hung suspended for a moment, then hardened into solid scarlet spheres. He grunted. Bad sign, for a human. For this creature....?

He leaned back, placing the syringe back with his other instruments and collecting a heavy blade that been sterilising in a jar of boiling alcohol, "I believe... we shall have to operate." The werewolf stared at him, eyes wide with fear. "Don't worry, it'll grow back. Eventually." Havelock grinned and winked once. His assistant, who had been holding the werewolf patient down by his shoulders, recognised the signal and clamped a sweet-smelling handkerchief over the patients face. It lost conciousness instantly.

No sense in prolonging the pain. Well, at least any more than was necessary...

[Araalynn]

You're accepted Ambassador. Welcome.

ALRIGHT GUYS! Listen up...

I've been thinking while I was out and realized my travel and time rules are very faulty. In order to change this, I'm revamping both rules. I'll let everyone know when it's complete so you can go back and look at these rules. Thank you.

-vanishes to rework it-

[SlowlyCrazyIAmGoing]

You know Araalynn I was wondering just now, how do you pronounce your screen name?

I was also wondering about travel. Like how does speed affect the times? Because it's obvious that walking is slower than a horse and will take more time etc. etc. etc.

BTW hope the sushi was good!

[Araalynn]

Are-a-linn

I just revamped the rules so travel makes more sense now. Go check it out. Now I'm going to fix the time of the day to make sense with what is going on right now.

EDIT:

Yes the sushi and the sashimi was awesome hehe. ^_^

[Araalynn]

Does everyone like games? I DO! I added a new thing on the front page of the IC Thread. It's a news thing so you can begin putting puzzle pieces together to the plot. Have fun.

[Araalynn]

I'm going to go to bed, see you all tomorrow.

[OIL]

Name: Deimos

Race: Werewolf

Residence: Outposts of kaldaka.

Age: 64

Gender: male

Skills: Blacksmith/ psycho

Appearance: His fur is a dark brown and it is rare to see him in any other form than the standard werewolf form. The fur around his wrists and his hands has turned to a dull grey colour after his long years of the forge and he has a thin black line of fur going down his back.

Personality: Deimos is very unstable and has a lot of changes in his personality. When he has control of himself he is well spoken and a nice creature but when he loses himself he turns into a psychopath and hunts down and kills his own tribe and anything close by.

History: Deimos was born as a human but got infected at a early age. After a week of the infection he changed and was chassed out of his village for being a monster. A group of werewolves found him and took him in as there own. They taught him the way of the forge but it wasn’t long until the villagers found them and disposed of the family Deimos was with. The villagers were puzzled with what to with the young werewolf and decided to chain him up and keep him in the village. Years passed of torment and the child that was in Deimos faded away from existence. At the age of twelve his mind broke and he became rabid. The chains snapped easily and he killed and ate the flesh of the villagers showing no mercy to any of them. He ran riot for a few years hunting and killing at will until another band of his kind found him and managed to hold him to knock him unconscious and take him back to there camp. It took a while but the group of werewolves managed to find a way of controlling Deimos’s mind by giving him a very controlled amount of silver each day, not enough to kill him but to weaken him and keep him at bay. He has worked as a black smith ever since.

Sample Post:
The glow of the forge spread across the room, the sparks from the furnace danced on the floor before flickering out. A dull sound of metal on metal erupted from the silence as Deimos hammered the long sheet of iron into a sword. The heat lashed out at him but years of the same work had adjusted him to it. The iron glowed red from the heat, the strength of it had faded and it was getting close to the point of melting. Another three bangs broke the silence and more sparks scattered around the room. Deimos lifted the blade up and lowered it into a large bucket of water. The water burst out of the bucket in a large cloud of steam forcing the blacksmith to close his eyes for a brief moment before he pulled the sword out and placed it on the anvil. “I guess I will leave you here for a while” Deimos said to the sword before smiling and walking outside.
The mountain air chilled him and he wiped his hands on his fur trying to get of the fresh soot that had appeared on his hands. “So I wonder what awaits us today” He asked himself as he watched the clouds drift over head.


(Sorry something came up and ive had to finnished it quickly if there is any problems send me a pm please thank you)

[Araalynn]

Accepted Deimos.

[Araalynn]

For those of you just joining our thread.

Cadelaria/Araalynn, Karl/Crazy/ and Aaron/Hunter all are at Ulnaus City

Vlad/Aznmafia, Riel/Tarmo, Ninette/Araalynn are at Kaldaka

Archelaus/Caedes is at Sthyr.

Caedes is part of the unfolding plot. If you'd like to try to oocly piece the puzzle together, I'm keeping track of plot thickening points on the first page of the IC Thread.

[SlowlyCrazyIAmGoing]

invisable points huh? hmmmmmmm....

So it looks like civil war is coming for the humans. Assuming that that's true Archelaus and the people will have more man power probobly, leaving the government to try seeking help from other races, who would be hesitant to get involved in another war. Or at least, if the governments were willing to help the people would not.

That's what I see coming.

[Araalynn]

You've hit a few key points yes. There's a lot of dips, twists and turns in the plot though as the story progresses. Trying to wait for more people to get involved.

[Tarmo of the Dusk]

._.

I still don't get it besides the fact it's going to be a huge civil war...

[Araalynn]

I'm keeping the rp as casual as possible until more people join in. -nods-

[Tarmo of the Dusk]

I need something to do....

[Araalynn]

Well I was going to allow Aznmafia to react before I reacted. <.<

[Tarmo of the Dusk]

...I forgot about his post...

Then I will wait...

[Araalynn]

Yesh, we will wait. -twiddles thumbs-

[Tarmo of the Dusk]

*Rants about leveling Lock Picking*

[SlowlyCrazyIAmGoing]

I'm playing Dead Rising, which is amazing, while I'm waiting so.... have fun!

[Araalynn]

-rants about leveling in general-

Dead Rising eh? Awesome. ^_^ Yea I'm playing WoW while waiting for replies and posting.