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Chiru

"Chiru is stronger than you think I am."

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a character in “Medieval Realm”, as played by Lloyd999

Description

ImageChiru is what many know (or don't know) as a fairy. Of course, Chiru is a special fairy. She has powers over ice and frost, giving her the title an 'ice fairy. She takes the appearance of a 7 year old child, but her real age is unknown. She is likely at least two generations old, though, not very old at all in immortal terms. Each of her wings look like three diamond-shaped ice crystals (though, it's only a coincidence, they aren't actually ice). Her hair is a sky blue, and her eyes are more of a deep blue. She wears a white blouse and a blue jumper dress, and has a large white ribbon in her hair, and she is barefoot.

ImageSome facts about fairies;
- Fairies cannot die. If one were to be 'killed', which is fairly easy, they'd simply regenerate, which would take only a matter of hours.
- Every fairy has one special power, but only a literal one (e.g. a Fairy of Darkness is only able to make things dark, that's about it).
- A nearby fairies give off magical power that help heal and grow plants, among other effects.
- Fairies are quite unintelligent compared to most other things, and many are quite forgetful. However, though they have most goldfish memory does not make them fully mentally challenged, just, usually, they have no idea what they are talking about.
- Fairies take the appearance of children. However, seasonal spirits, which many fairies can be seen with, take the appearance of adults.
- A Fairy's strength, like most winged creatures, can be determined by the size of their wings.
- A Fairy can allow a Magician or Wizard to use some of their magical power, which fairies have a lot of, which many aren't able to make good use of anyway.
- Fairies see animals as half-humans, and are able to communicate with them.
- Fairies live in trees, often in treehouses, or sometimes in underground homes, and some build homes for themselves in either trees or on the ground, but very small a crude ones.

Personality

ImageChiru's personality is childish, as you might expect from her appearance, and she is sometimes considered stupid. This is all quite true. Chiru is much like a young child, often curious in many things, and easily willing to play. Playing is one thing she'll like doing, though, she doesn't get much attention, which causes her to try and start fights to get attention.

ImageChiru regards herself to be in higher leagues than simple fairies. She is already regarded as one of the strongest fairies in the forest, as she is quite confident about, and often tells stories about her many more memorable adventures, or at least those she could remember. While it is true, she is strong compared to most fairies, she often ends up losing all the fights she tries to pick with those stronger than her. She still had pride in being the strongest in the world, however, and swears she'll prove it, along with being the smartest.

Though in actuality, Chiru is, one of the absolute lowest in intelligence. Logic does not work with her. She does no comprehend that she's an idiot. Her attention span is that of a squirrel's. Though, this childishness and stupidity only fuels her stubborn nature, to prove she is better than anybody at anything.

Equipment

She doesn't have much at all.

History

Chiru lives mainly around the lake, or at least she calls that area her territory. Though, she is often in the deeper parts of the forest, or as many refer to it, 'the more magical parts', for more magical flora, such as special mushrooms, and of course, many fairies, live in that area. It is rumored there may be monsters in those parts, but nobody really knows. But of course, fairies just love pulling mischief on humans. Though, Chiru also like going into Reliquitia. She doesn't really seem at all interested in starting fights, unless he meets someone like a magician who she's had a past encounter with, though most of them ignore her. She only starts fights outside the town. When she's in town, she doesn't really do much except peep into other people's businesses, and maybe if she can grab a bite to eat if she's hungry.

She tells many stories to other fairies about her past adventures, some are grand, while others are just small events and occurrences that just happened to happen one day, but with more drama, which is still grand in a fairy's eye. Whether some of the more grand ones are true or not is unknown, but some have been able to tell that some are based off real events that have happened, and it's not like a fairy could make up a story that well. It's thought she's lived for at least two generations, for that's about as long as anybody can remember her visiting Reliquitia.

But either way, Chiru is just another simple fairy, the lowest of low. However, Chiru will always know that she is the strongest.

So begins...

Chiru's Story

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Character Portrait: Meredith Character Portrait: Garth Brumear Character Portrait: Paige Veisley Character Portrait: Chiru
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Garth felt his feet dragging him closer. The Scimitar held tightly in his sweaty grip. It was the faintest of whispers, but the voices were still talking. The hushed tones told Garth all he needed to know. They’d taken the bait. Now just to reel them in. “I can hear you whispering Lad. Its bad manners for a host to hide in the shadows.” As Garth spoke a figure began to emerge from the darkness of the stall. It was only a second, but Garth swore it was the lad. He blinked the delusion away. From the darkness stepped a all too familiar face. The pale faced stranger from the Inn. The one that even now left Garth feeling unease. A tremendous feat at the best of times. “You get a letter as well?” The Sell-sword edged forward then paused. The pale faced stranger was armed. “That’s a lovely butter knife you've got there friend. I’ll put mine away, if you’ll put away yours.”

Garth moved to sheathed the blade. A tap on his hip. Garth spun round, the sword arced through the air, stopping inches from the child's throat. The Sellsword instantly regretted not completing the swing. This little brat would complicate matters. The stranger he could deal with, Meredith was a complication all on her own, this child though. Garth tilted his head. Was it a child? There was something off about the girl. Something not human. “Who am I?” Garth repeated the question with his standard whimsical tone. “Why, I’m a very busy man, lass. Why not run along. The adults are talking.” He pulled the sword away from her throat. Shoving the weapon back into its scabbard. He turned back to face the stranger. “Let’s leave the child out of this shall we?”

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it didn’t escape Garth’s attention that the Pale Faced Stranger still held his sword. It matters little. All that matter now were the words coming from the Southerner’s lips. He chose each word with care. Dropping hints with delicate discretion. Would the man who offered to sheath his sword truly kill a child? Would the man who wanted to leave the child alone, really a killer? Garth prayed to the Southern God such questions were running through the strangers mind. Doubt would make a far better weapon than a sword. The stranger spoke of the dead child. The Sellsword raised his eyebrows at the knowledge “Shit,” Garth spat out the curse. He’d have to play this right.

“Well hasn’t this night taken a turn for the rotton. Our host is dead and-Gah!” Something jabbed Garth in his rear. He turned around to see the child staring up at him. The in-human looking youth barraged him questions, each more absurdly arbitrary then the last. Garth took a breath then answered, “The one I’m about to see, Garth Brumear, I cut myself shaving, no comment, more than enough, to make myself richer, you’re talking to him lass, strong enough, what now, a good shave couldn’t hurt, grass green, I’ll be finding out, 42, Which came first, it is known the egg came first, lost count.” Garth paused for breath. “Inquisitive lass aren’t you.” It was time of the big one. The question that had puzzled many a scholar. “To love something is to want it. For example, I’d love for you to stop asking questions. You follow what I’m saying Lass.”

With the brat dealt with Garth spun back around. This was getting tiring keeping up with both of these annoyances.The stranger began asking questions that Garth would have prefered not to hear. They were blunt. It was blatant that the stranger hadn’t quite bought into Garth’s pantheon of lies. He’d have to drag this out till he had a plan. “Let’s visit this so called dead boy of yours first.” Garth smiled down at the little girl. “I’ll be right back. Why not think of one really good question till I get back, lass.” With his orders given Garth strolled past the stranger and entered the stall.

Meredith sat pressed against the one wall of the Stall. The fear was clear in her eyes. “Looking lovely as ever,” Garth said as he gave a small bow in her direction. With greetings done it was time to deal with the dead elephant in the room. The body had been pulled out of the stack of hay where he’d hidden it. Wishing he was anywhere else, Garth moved closer to the body. The gash on the boys neck had swollen. Garth pulled back at the sight of it. His eyes looked else where from the body. He clenched his eyes shut. “Damned, it hasn’t even started smelling yet. Never did like the dead.” Garth steadied himself then looked again. In truth he’d seen enough dead bodies that the sight of them almost bored him. Which was the entire point of act. Would a man who couldn’t even stand the sight of a corpse, be the killer? “Lass, you friend outside, said this boy was dead. Kind of understatement.” For the first time since he’d entered the stall Garth looked Meredith straight in her eyes. “How’d you two find this body?”

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Character Portrait: Crispin Grey Character Portrait: Meredith Character Portrait: Garth Brumear Character Portrait: Paige Veisley Character Portrait: Chiru
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Garth ran a finger along the neck of the slain boy. The blood around the wound had dried. He’d give it an hour before it could be smell. Which left a very important question that had yet to be answered. As he stared at the boy the voice behind him drones on. The few words he cared to listen to left the all too familiar smile on his face. Of all the boys, in all the town, it had to be this one. Leave it to Garth to kill the one kid of this Pale Faced Stranger felt affection for. Then again perhaps the blame could be heaped upon his dearest lady Spymaster. Though it would require quite a bit of lying, and bribing. Hardly worth the coin. It seemed the only option left was to shove a sword through both of their throats. Twas a shame really, Merediths was quite the gem. “So much for laying low,” he whispered to himself.

Garth moved away from the body. He could feel the glare of the stranger digging into the back of Garth’s skull. Like a warming tingling. The southerner turned around to face his foe. The Stranger still held the sword tightly. Garth shifted his center of gravity. It would have to be quick for sure. He’d have to cut down the stranger before Meredith got away. Then the stranger opened his mouth. Absolving Garth of his crime. It return the Sellsword raised his eyebrows. The Stranger issues orders then left the stall. Garth sighed feeling the weight of the day finally crashing down on him. Bar fights, political intrigue, and playing detective with a possible vampire tended to drain ones enthusiasm of the night life. He looked down at the body, the cause of all this mess. “Unexpected being an understatement, eh lad?” Of course the rudely didn’t responded.

Garth exited the stall with a feed bag lugged over the shoulder. This time it carried something a bit heavier than straw. In the dark of the stable he could make out three figures. The stranger, Meredith, and the in-human child. Garth approached them with a welcoming smile. “Of course he stills smells of horse shit.” Chimed in Garth as he moved closer. From what he could overhear the two were arguing about the child. “Let her have my room at the Inn, that way when I get back she can have that question ready for me. You two lovebirds have a good night then, I’ve got some digging to do.” He winked cheerfully at the strange group then departed. This was hardly going to be a joyous experience. As Garth marched down the road, feeling the weight of a corpse on his back, he spotted something. A person moving down the street towards the stables. “Nosy little town, full of nosy folks.” Garth muttered his curse with a smile. He was just an armed, and armored man carrying a sack of horse feed. Best to just smile and move on. The person edged closer and closer. Garth stopped, laughed, and smiled wider. It was the man from the Inn. The one that Garth had almost gutted. The well spoken stranger. “Well if it isn’t my well mannered friend. Small town in a small world it would seem. What brings you out on an early morning such as this?”

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A look of confused conflict passed over Garth’s face. His smile became a frown, then the familiar grin again. Garth was unsure of how to proceed with the bravado driven stranger. It was obvious the nickname of, Well-spoken Stranger, fit the man quite well. To well Garth felt. He’d been itching for a fight since he’d walked into this nosy town. He’d been challenge at the bar, at the mansion, in a stable, now here in the streets. Each time his hand had strayed from his sword. The only corpse he’d made was of a stable boy who’d known to much. A feat which left little room for bragging. Garth Brumear, slayer of stables boys didn’t exactly roll off the tongue. Though, Slaughter of Well-spoken Strangers, had a nice ring.

Garth eyed his sword. He’d have to drop the body, rip his sword out, and block. By then the stranger would have removed his head. This deceased stable boy was proving a worthy opponent with all the nuisances it left in its wake. “Clever of tongue, you’ve got wit lad. Wit and arrogance. Two traits that never mix well. I speak from experience mind you.” Garth drew out his advice. He was delaying. his mind doing its best to convince him that this was another one of his horrible ideas. Sadly it seemed it was the only options. There had been plenty of only options today. He lowered the bag from his shoulder. It hit the ground with a sickening thump. Grath pulled the strings giving the Stranger a view of what lay inside. “Stable boy. Turns out, this is the part where you gasp in surprise, one of your villages is a vampire. Before you ask, won’t tell you. Nothing personal mind you lad. Business etiquette not to name the employer. Either way ole pointy fang got a hunger. Made a mistake, and made a corpse. I happened to stumble upon. He happened pay me well to make the body vanish.” Garth pulled the bag closed and propped it back onto his shoulder. “Now about that name?”

((OOC: Sorry for adding Chiru to the thing. Was a mis-click. Anyhow back from my Christmas break. BACK TO ROLEPLAYING.))